Delusions of grandeur -- chapter 1: am i dreaming?

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Out of all of the men in the entire campus, I was probably one of the ones in the lower tier of attractiveness. Everything about me was so average.
I was tall (6'0, to be exact), had near to no muscle (besides my deltoids, but everyone has those), wore glasses everywhere, had a headful of short, messy, amber hair, and blood red eyes that even scared me when I took my glasses off.


I had a below average name: Matt. Matthew, to be exact.


Most Matts were jocks, like the ones I saw jogging around in the park on my way home from school. And I envied those guys so much.
I worked out as often as I could, but to little to no avail. I wasn't seeing any progression, besides the development of a small bit of bicep. Tiny specks of hair lay dormant on my chest, and an abundance of hair rests in my masculine area.
I was never too proud of what I ended up with down there. Apparently, a male's growth spurt stops at age 21, and there's little room left for me to grow, since I'm 20 years old and my birthday is right around the corner.
So I was stuck with a 6.3 inch erection for the rest of my life, while my brother was blessed with 8 orifice-destroying inches in his pants.
I think you understand why I'm bitter towards that topic whenever it's brought up.
On top of that, I'm a shower.
I wish I could bottom like my female friends can, but I just wasn't built to do that, nor did that ever really grasp my attention like it should have.
I never really considered myself to be gay. I was mostly bisexual, just leaning more towards males. I was content with dating a woman; marriage seemed like a bliss idea that would provide me great joy, but the idea of copulating with a woman never really grasped my attention like it should have.
However, the thought of fucking a man was unbearably sexy to me. It was all that came to mind every night my hand oscillated across my length in the pitch black of my room.
And I had always been attracted to MEN, with abs and muscles and sky-high libido, not girly boys who wore G-strings and fishnets. To be honest, that was a turn-off to me, which is why I often questioned my sexuality, and sometimes still do.





I laid in my dorm room, scrolling through erotic stories, while typing up a paper of mine. It was quite late, and I was commonly inside when it was dark outside, usually to avoid creepy strangers. I was a very social person, but I come across as introverted, so people often don't approach me.

"Matt," a heartwarming, UK-accented voice full of virility sounded within the room. "I'm back."

I looked up, clasping the visage of perfection. In my eyes, at least.
He had sleek, black hair and hazel eyes. He had a rich caramel skin tone with a razor sharp jawline and somewhat definite eyebrows. He frequently worked out, so it was obvious that his body was muscular. And from what my female friends have said about him every day we meet up at the cafe for lunch, his dick is big.
Now, I don't know what their definition of big is, considering the fact that males are naturally more competitive than women are. They could be exaggerating. They could be telling the truth.
But I would never know.
When I first searched for a dorm partner, I expected to get an antisocial bookworm who did their absolute best to keep a perfect GPA. But when I saw that I had matched up with Tanner (cue the angels singing), my first thought was:

"Am I dreaming?"

I get hard around hot guys very easily, and it was just super fucking convenient that I was wearing very tight jeans that day. Long story short, he noticed, found out that I was gay, and he was cool with it.
That's not to say he never teases me about it though. He's one of those guys with maximum confidence, but never shoves it in other people's face (I'd like for him to shove it in MY face--MATT! STOP IT!), and that's extremely sexy to me.

"Oh, hey, Tanner!" I smiled, closing my laptop as he flicked the lights on. "We're you at the gym again?"

Tanner smirked, wiping his forehead off with a towel. He was perspiring heavily, donning only shorts and a black tank top. "Well, well, well. Wouldn't you like to know, hnn~?"

"Yeah, no shit, that's why I asked," I said, rolling my eyes as I continued.

"What are you working on? Project?"

"Ah, no, not exactly," I said, a hint of sheepishness entering my voice.

"Porn?"

My face turned beet red, and an erection raged in my boxers. Good thing I had covers on. "Wh-why would you assume that?!?"
Damn, he was so fucking hot when he smiled...No wonder he was among the higher tiers of campus men.

"Well, for starters, the light was off. Secondly, you've got covers on. Thirdly, you jumped when I opened the door and began typing frantically. What should I have expected?"

"My hands are right here!" I said sardonically, wiggling my fingers. "How am I supposed to jack off with no hands?"

"I don't know whether or not you bought a Tenga egg," Tanner's voice echoed through the hallway as he walked into the bathroom. He always showered as soon as he got home, and I followed suit, because I liked to use his soap instead of mine. "Hell, you could have even bought a vibrator for all I know."

"I'm not that type of gay, Tanner."

"I don't know that," he shrugged, closing the door. 30 seconds later, I heard the shower running, and Tanner faintly singing. I was still working on my little story that had to be done instead of a Science project that could easily be knocked out of the way. Because this fanfic I'm writing TOTALLY takes precedence over 50% of my grade.

Okay.


As I continued typing, my eyelids became heavier and heavier. I had been at this thing for at least 2 hours. My missile-like key tapping had slowed to the speed of a casual walk down the street.
And, soon enough, I was asleep.








Tanner, the things I would do to you...
It isn't fair how sexy you are...
I want you...Badly....








I woke up at least an hour later. Taking off my glasses momentarily to rub my eyes, I looked up.
Tanner had his shirt off, and he was staring at the ceiling. He often did that, because it gave him "ideas".
I smiled. It was always a pleasure to see the moonlight radiate off his skin. He was a gym rat, and I loved it, and I envied not having the dedication to buy a razor and shave the red forest in my boxers. But it secretly disgusted me how he had no hair under his arms. He didn't have to be a gym MOUSE.

"Tanner," I croaked out, closing my laptop.

"Yeah, Matt? What's up?" He turned his hazel eyes over to me.

"Do you...like girls?"

Now, this was an incredibly asinine question. However, it was one that had never been answered. And if there was any sliver of an opportunity of a chance that he was gay, or even bisexual, I was going to seize it.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I like girls. I'm straight, love."

I let out a sigh. "I knew that," I muttered to myself.

"Hey, that's no reason to be all down and out," he said in a calming, assuring tone. "I'm sure there's someone out there who's interested in you."

"Yeah, but you're a fucking tease, man."

"Your male hormones are probably just hitting you really hard right now. Go have a little session in the shower. Maybe you'll feel better."

Need I mention that he makes me feel so much better than I am?

I sighed, sitting up and stretching. "Maybe you're right. I haven't taken a shower yet anyway."

Tanner utilized his habitual grin. "Dirty boy. You were going to go to sleep without showering."

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a few clothes, a wash towel, and a dry towel, and walked into the bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I gazed into the mirror. A pale-skinned, red-haired, red-eyed, four-eyed, scrawny freak of nature stared back at me.


"Am I dreaming?" he uttered quietly.
 
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