Hey all, it's been a while since I've written this sort of thing, (though it is a nice reprieve from the papers) so cut me some slack. I don't have a lot of time and my spelling is abysmal so if you have any corrections don't hesitate to send me a message and I will see what I can do. Feed back is also nice! Oh and just for reference while this first post is just m/m, there is also going to be some m/f and m/m/f. As for other things, this will include some light BDSM, a bit of non-sexual violence, cock worship, humiliation, CFNM, and probably some other stuff. Yeah I know... I'm going a little overboard. TURNING THE TABLES Jake hefted the last box into the closet. This time it had only taken him two hours to move in, and less than an hour to set up. True the room was different, much bigger in fact, the biggest room in Caulder Hall, but the motions were all the same, bring in the boxes, lay out the carpet, set up the computer, stuff all the once neatly folded clothing in drawers, make the bed, and finally… finally stuff the last bits away to be taken care of later. Jake was fit, exercised all the time, but lugging boxes in Virginia’s hot August damp always left him covered in sweat. He sighed, peeled off his shirt, threw it to the floor and collapsed onto the too small bed for his too large frame. The sound of the circular fan, the cold air blowing across his chest Jake felt himself drifting… drifting… “O-Oh! You’re here.” A door closed, and Jake’s eyes snapped open. Damn, must have dozed off, well better meet the roommate. Jake sat up, a slight young man with dark curly hair and a dusky complexion was standing at the doorway, holding a large stack of thick textbooks. He set them down with a resounding thump on the desk and walked over putting out a hand. Jake stood up to meet him, and had to stop from snickering, he absolutely towered over him. At 6’3” Jake stood out in a crowd, but wasn’t considered a giant, his roommate couldn’t have been taller than 5’5,” probably shorter. When Jake shook his hand, the grip was strong, but it felt like he was introducing himself to a twelve year old. “Hey, I’m Jake. Nice to meet you.” As Jake met his eye, he could have sworn that his roommate’s gaze lingered overlong on his chest. “Oh… um… I’m Iskander, but you can call me Alex, since it’s basically the same thing. Nice to meet you Jake.” “Cool. So… Alex, roster said you’re a junior… right? what made you decide to do the dorms again?” “Oh well I’m on a scholarship, so its four years of dorm life for me! What about you?” “Same, I’m here for swimming. What do you play?” Iskander smiled sheepishly, “Uh… Chemistry.” “Wait… so you’re not here on an athletic scholarship? Why are you in Caulder?” “Honors dorm filled up. They sent me here.” “Ah… oh ok, so its slumming with the rest of us.” “Yeah basically.” “Wait,” Jake flashed a big grin, “does that mean I get help with my homework?” “Ha! Yeah… I guess, but don’t ask me to help with any English papers.” “Why… I mean… you uh… your English seems really good…” Iskander arched an eyebrow at him, and responded in a heavy Middle Eastern Accent, “Ah… My American Friend! Just because I am brown, does not mean that I am a dirrrrrrrrrrrrrty foreigner!” his voice shifted back to normal as he sat on the bed adjacent to Jake’s, “Dude, I grew up in Fairfax, right outside of DC.” Jake stared at the floor, “Oh…God. I’m an idiot, I’m sorry man.” “S’ok. At least you didn’t ask me if I’ve blown up any buildings recently.” “Heh… yeah… so uh… why aren’t you good at English papers then?” Iskander smiled and shrugged, “Why else? I just fucking hate literature.” “Oh.” Jake laughed. By that point the sweat on his body had begun to dry, and it made him feel sticky and disgusting in the August heat. As he wiped some of the moisture off his chest, he felt the prick of stubble, and decided that was enough. “Listen man, I’m going to go take a shower because I feel like shit. After that you wanna grab a bite down at the bistro?” “Sure, I guess. I have to check some schedule stuff before though.” Iskander stood up and hurried over to the desk, flicking on his laptop, he opened up at the browser and started clicking away.