First time with Cal.

I was 21 years old going into my 3rd year at university when I had my 1st Gay experience. I considered myself quite experienced with women. I’d had a couple of steady girlfriends at Uni and my fair share of casual sex. I can’t say I’d ever felt a sexual attraction to another guy. I’d never given it any thought until I met Calum. He was 20 years old about 5’7″ with a slim build. He had wide expressive eyes and pouty lips. Short light Brown hair which he kept perfectly styled. He was quite feminine physically and in nature. Someone once commented that it was hard to tell if he was a pretty boy or a handsome girl. Which did sum him up quite well.

A mutual friend had recommended me to Cal when he was looking for a new roommate. We met up for an initial chat and hit it off immediately. He was a 2nd year design student. I knew he was Gay beforehand and had no problem with it. I was happy with the room, and I moved in a couple of days later. It was a little different from my previous roommates. But we got on well from the start and soon settled into a routine.

It started as a bit of light-hearted joking between us. Cal had a mischievous sense of humour and got a rise from teasing me. I was never uncomfortable with it, in fact I found it a bit flattering. I was in the kitchen after my regular evening run. Cal came in and made a remark, something about me looking hot and sweaty.

“It’s the only way I’m getting hot and sweaty at the moment.” It was an off the cuff comment as I was having a bit of a dry spell with women.

His reply was typical Cal.

“Poor Rob. Are you missing the lovely Annie?”

This was a reference to my ex-girlfriend.

“Not really, just the sex.”

“Well, I could always help you out with that.”

I would normally laugh it off, but I thought I’d take the opportunity to turn the tables on him.

“You’re not really my type.”

He gave me a condescending look.

“Come on Rob. Your type is anyone who will let you.” “You didn’t go out with her for her sparkling personality.”

This was true. She was hard work and could be a bitch at times. Annie and Cal didn’t get on and I found myself defending him to her on a few occasions.

“Maybe I should. I’ve had to listen to you often enough.”

We lived in a two bedroomed terraced house. Our bedrooms were separated by the main bathroom. Noised carried even with both our doors shut.

This amused him.

“Pervert! Listening through the door for kicks.” “Kind of hot though, knowing you’re getting turned on.” “Maybe I should start leaving my door open.”

It went back and forth like this for a bit. I didn’t seem to be phasing him, so I made a half-hearted attempt to grab him.

“Right! You’ve pushed me too far.”

He gave a yelp as he avoided my grasp and hurried out the door and up the stairs. I was pleased that gotten the upper hand for once.