Ian

  “Do I get my room assignment and my keys from you?” a guy with a thick Southern accent asked standing at Ian’s door.

  Ian looked up from his pile of clothes. Before him was a towering brute of a ginger standing in his doorway. Ian gulped in both astonishment as well as intimidation.

  “Yeah, what’s your name?” Ian said nervously.

  “Caleb Forrester,” Cal said. “Can I come in?”

  “Oh yeah,” Ian laughed. “Of course.” Cal came in and sat down in Ian’s chair. Ian pulled out his paper of room assignments and keys. He found Cal’s name.

  “Oh yeah, you are going to be just across the hall. Chris Smith is your roommate. He’s already moving in,” Ian replied digging for Cal’s keys.

  “Okay,” Cal said flatly.

  “He seems like a nice guy,” Ian said finding the set of keys to give to Cal.

  “Cool,” Cal replied looking down at his bag.

  Ian stared at Cal for a moment. Even though he was a humongous brute, Cal was still a handsome man. He had short fiery orange hair and soul piercing icy blue eyes. He was tanned and freckled. It was clear to Ian he spent all summer at a beach—likely topless showing off his thick muscular trunk. Cal was covered in thick strawberry blond hair all over his body.

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  He was wearing a loose pair of shorts. As Ian reached over to hand Cal his keys, he could tell Cal was going commando because he got a glimpse of his heavy scrotum through the leg of his shorts. Ian started to blush. His breathing got heavy. Just as Cal was about to catch Ian getting a peek, another guy showed up in the doorway.

  “Is this where I get my dorm key?” the guy asked causing both Cal and Ian to look over at the door. This other guy was shorter than average height with a slim build. He was wearing a bucket hat pulled down almost over his eyes. He had on a band t-shirt and a pair of JNCO jeans that flared at the bottom covering his shoes entirely.

  Ian snapped out of his trance. “Yeah, what’s your name?”

  “Joe King,” the guy in the JNCOs replied.

  “Hang on. Come on in,” Ian said. Joe glided into Ian’s room. “Joe, this is Caleb.”

  Joe looked Caleb up and down. “Sup.”

  “Hey,” Cal replied. “I go by Cal.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Ian said.

  “No problem,” Cal said.

  “You play football or something?” Joe asked eyeing Cal suspiciously.

  “Yeah, how’d you know?” Cal asked looking at Joe puzzled.

  “You look like you play football,” Joe replied caustically.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Cal defensively asked.

  “You just got the build,” Joe responded.

  Cal huffed gruffly at Joe. Cal didn’t like the tone of Joe’s comments. Ian picked up on the tension in the room.

  “Joe, why don’t you have a seat on the bed. Let me get Cal to his room. It’s just across the hall so it won’t take a minute,” Ian calmly said. Joe plopped down on Ian’s bed impatiently. Cal continued to eye Joe as Ian gave him his keys.

  “Let’s get you settled in,” Ian said.

  “Yeah, okay,” Cal said still watching Joe.

  Ian and Cal walked across the hallway to Cal’s room. Cal put the key into the doorknob and opened it. They found Chris laying on the bed he had made.

  “Chris, I’d like you to meet your roommate,” Ian said pointing to the brute. “Chris, meet Caleb Forrester. Caleb, this is Chris Smith.”