The Invisible Gay

Chapter 2-2

Kegan woke up late the next day, exhausted from moving and unpacking. The first thing he noticed was that he was still alone. He’d watched TV and then went to bed before Evan came in, and by the looks of his still-made bed, he hadn’t made it back since.

Who doesn’t sleep in his own room on the first day of college?

It was nearly eleven A.M., so Kegan threw the sheets off and gathered his toiletries. As his flip flops clattered on the linoleum floor, he braced himself, hoping there wouldn’t be an army of frat jocks in the men’s room. As it turned out, the long narrow room was empty and he had his pick of the three shower stalls. He chose the one farthest from the entrance and enjoyed a hot shower to start his day.

After getting ready, he left the dorms and meandered toward the quad, where he found the Club Fair in full swing.

Kegan walked along the pavement, eyeing the colorful banners advertising writing, fencing, acting, singing, Christianity, African American culture, chess, and nearly everything else. He snickered when he realized someone had placed the booths for the Young Republicans and the Prescott Liberals side-by-side and they were already bickering with each other.

A good-looking woman with spiky hair sat next to a fat guy behind a table for the Gay/Straight Alliance. Kegan stopped by, signed his name and email address on the info sheet, and grabbed a rainbow sticker. That was one group he had been waiting to join his entire life.

He also jotted his email down for the ski club and cooking enthusiasts.

Kegan couldn’t help but feel optimistic as he surveyed the sea of eager freshmen along the quad. His gaze roamed along the potential new friends, until he spotted a simple booth manned by only one very handsome student. Kegan made a beeline to check him out.

“Hi,” Kegan said once he reached the sad-looking booth with no decorations. “Is this the Buddhist Club?”

The joke worked and the guy cracked a wide grin. “Not quite. We’re the mini-golf club. The president’s running late, so I came down to man the station until he gets here.”

“Cool.”

“You play?”

“Mini-golf?” Kegan asked. The stranger nodded. “A few times. It’s all right.”

“A rousing recommendation. I’m Randall, the VP, by the way.”

“I’m Kegan.” He leaned on the table lightly and enjoyed the close-up view of Randall. He looked solidly built, wore casual shorts, and had a full head of wavy brown hair. The only questions left were was Randall gay, and was he single. “And I’m interested. Tell me more.”

“Well, we’re a relatively new club, and we take a shuttle every now and then and play mini-golf at different courses. There’s lots of pizza, music, and partying involved. And beer.” He winked and Kegan’s legs wobbled.

Please, God, let this one be gay.

“You sold me at pizza,” Kegan said, trying not to be too obvious about his interest. If the guy was straight, he didn’t want to creep him out. Even if he didn’t get laid out of the deal, the mini-golf club didn’t sound half bad, either.

“Great, just write down your email and you’ll be hearing from me soon.”

Kegan ignored the butterflies in his stomach and went for it. “I hope so.”

But someone had approached with golf clubs and a banner and spoke over him, saying, “Hey, how you making out here?”

Randall turned his attention from Kegan and replied, making the freshman feel less than important. He wrote his email and made a hasty retreat while Randall and the other guy set up the booth.

The rest of the day consisted of finalizing his class schedule and watching Die Hard in one of the recreation halls complete with buttered popcorn. Kegan chatted with a few people he’d met from orientation and was starting to feel comfortable on campus. Evan even appeared in their room and chatted with him while he finished organizing his side of the room and they watched Comedy Central together. Kegan wanted to ask him where he’d slept the night before, but he didn’t want to come off as nosey.

Kegan couldn’t tell what he enjoyed more, the lively conversation, or the fact that Evan was only wearing plaid wool pajama pants. His chest was smooth and his waist tapered down with a nice V line that disappeared under the rim of his boxers.

As nice as Evan looked shirtless, Kegan started to feel a little guilty, or like a perv, when he noticed his new friend scratch his crotch while they chatted. He figured the sooner he came out to him the smoother it would go, although it was never easy.

“Which clubs did you sign up for?” Kegan asked, trying to work it into the conversation.

“All of them,” Evan said with a chuckle. “Why discriminate, you know?”

“You’re really into celebrating your African American heritage, huh?” Kegan asked his white roommate.

“Black girls are hot. What’d you sign up for?”

“Uh, let’s see, cooking, mini-golf, the gay/straight alliance…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So are you gay or something?” There was no judgment in his voice, but neither was their compassion. Kegan wished he’d waited to come out to him after knowing him longer. The last thing he needed to deal with was a homophobic roommate.

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool, man. I only date girls, but I can see the appeal of having another guy suck on your knob, you know?” Evan grabbed himself obscenely and Kegan couldn’t help but blush.

“That is always a good time,” Kegan admitted. He momentarily pictured himself on his knees in front of Evan but pushed the image away.

“Well, man, I gotta hit the sack. My first class is mad early tomorrow,” Evan said.

“Yeah, I should, too,” Evan said.

Kegan clicked the TV off and slipped into his bed. Evan shut the lights off a few minutes later, and the room felt unnaturally silent for a minute.

Thwap, thwap, thwap.

Kegan was just starting to reflect on how cool college life was getting when the stillness was broken and he felt incredibly awkward. Through the limited light coming in through the windows, Kegan saw the outline of Evan’s bed and the rapid vibrations.

The steady rhythm of Evan m**********g continued for several minutes. Kegan couldn’t help but picture the handsome body under the sheets. He wondered what Evan looked like naked and if he’d ever get to see. Had he been honest about enjoying blow jobs from guys, or was he just fooling around?

“Oh.” Evan’s breathing grew shallow and his voice husky.

Does he think I’m asleep? He must. Doesn’t he realize how horrified I am right now?

Kegan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force himself to sleep, but the minutes ticked by until Evan came with a guttural moan. Kegan froze, too nervous to jerk off or do anything except pretend he was asleep. He didn’t doze off until he heard Evan’s light breathing signify that he had fallen asleep.