His Last Resort

HIS LAST RESORT by Devon Rhodes “The thing is...” Trask looked down as he steeled himself to repeat the words that had caused him no end of trouble the previous two times he’d told them to a prospective roommate. “I’m gay.” And you’re my last resort. Silence greeted his confession. That at least was much better than the first guy, who had immediately screamed obscenities at him and thrown his belongings out into the hallway before manhandling Trask out the door, finishing by yelling that he wasn’t living with a “fucking faggot.” He winced at the memory. It hadn’t exactly been the coming out Trask had envisioned when he’d bravely decided to start college as he meant to continue. He’d hidden his sexuality away all through his early teens as well as high school, at first unsure of his feelings, and then, once certain, afraid of his peers’ reactions. But college was supposed to be a time of growth and discovery—hard to achieve from inside a closet. So he’d made up his mind that he would be up front about his orientation from day one, especially with his roommate. After all, if he did end up finding someone to date, he didn’t want it to be a surprise down the road for the person sharing his room. Call him Pollyanna, but he’d never quite envisioned that reaction. He’d gathered his scattered things in the hallway, avoiding meeting any of the gawkers’ eyes. Luckily he’d only brought up one load before starting the conversation. Then he’d headed back to the Housing Office. The second room had been in a different dorm, newer than the first. Trask had hoped the karma of that would carry over to luck with his second assignment. No yelling and shoving this time around, and his hopes had started to rise. Just one bad apple maybe…

Then he’d looked up. The intense look of disgust and revulsion had him swallowing and holding his breath. But it was the subsequent hushed phone conversation—snippets of which he’d overheard making clear that several friends of his roomie would be coming over to “meet” Trask and “put him in his place”—that had him removing his things once again for the trek back to his car then back to the now-familiar Housing Office. And who knew that three-strikes-and-you’re-out applied to more than baseball? “Mr Maitland, this assignment is your last resort. If this roommate is unsatisfactory, you will be unable to use on-campus housing.” His gut had seized. “But my scholarship only applies if I live in a dorm my first two years!” “Then I suggest you find a way to get along with this roommate.” The woman’s face had softened just a bit. “I understand your situation. But I cannot reassign you again after this.” As he turned to leave, keys and paperwork in hand, she’d called after him, “Good luck.” The current silence in the wake of his third declaration was so thick around him that he was drowning in it. Trask took a deep breath and looked up to find a stunned expression to go with the silence. At least this roommate—he checked the sheet, Lee Carmine—was not physically threatening. Standing a few inches shorter than his own six feet, with a slight build that made his own trim form seem muscular in comparison, Lee wasn’t likely to be able to shove Trask out the door like the first guy. Now, that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t have friends who could do the job, like Bachelor Number Two, but it wasn’t a sneer on Lee’s face. Just a surprised blankness. Worked for him. “So if that isn’t a problem for you, I’m hoping we can get along okay this year.”

He mentally crossed his fingers and shut his mouth, awaiting a response. Lee opened his mouth as if to speak, then shook his head as if to clear it. His brown eyes seemed huge in his face as he stared at Trask. Finally, he nodded. “Um, yeah. That’s…fine. Okay with me. I mean…” A tinge of red was creeping up from Lee’s chest to his neck and cheeks. “I don’t mind. If you were thinking I did, I mean.” Trask found himself smiling for the first time all afternoon. Poor guy seemed at a loss for words, at least ones that made sense. He tried to ease the awkward scene. “You seem like a nice guy, especially in comparison to my first two assignments.” Those dark eyebrows went up in curiosity and interest. “Yeah?” Deciding to take the initiative and start unpacking, Trask moved toward the unclaimed side of the room. He tossed his first suitcase on the unmade bed and unzipped it. “Oh yeah. First guy literally threw me out of the room. Second guy was on the phone to his homophobic homies without one word to me. And then I got you.” Looking stunned, Lee sat down heavily on his own bed and watched as Trask put clothes into his dresser. “You mean, you told two guys just what you told me and they both freaked out on you. And then you came in here and went through it all a third time?” Trask nodded as he closed one drawer and opened the next. “Why?” He stopped and turned toward Lee. “Why what?”

“Why would you even go there? I mean, why not just keep your mouth shut, get moved in and…” He waved his hand around vaguely. “And avoid the conflict?” Trask frowned and gave up on working. “I just wanted to be honest and upfront about it. Didn’t want any surprises down the road. I mean,” he paused, “suppose I’d not said anything. I get all moved in and settled, then the first time I have a date come back to the room everything goes to shit. Not how I want to live. Not anymore.” “Anymore?” Lee echoed, his gaze sharpening on Trask. “So…you aren’t ‘out’ at home?” “Wasn’t until just before I left. This is kind of new to me, actually talking about it. New as in, today is…” he paused for a moment, thinking about the hurdle he’d crossed, “is the first time I’ve told anyone. Lee appeared thoughtful. “I would never have guessed that. You seem really confident.” Trask’s eyes narrowed at the admiring and slightly wistful tone of Lee’s last statement. But, worn out by the events of the day and knowing he had multiple trips to make up and down the stairs until his car was empty, he let it go and gave his new roommate a smile. “So…roomies?” He offered his hand. Lee stood and crossed the small space in a couple of steps, his warm, dry hand taking Trask’s in a firm shake. “Roomies. You need some help bringing your stuff up?” “Hell yes. Then dinner’s on me.” ****

What were the freaking chances? Lee’s mind churned in total turmoil. He’d proudly come out at fourteen and his family, though a bit stunned at the reality of it, had proven to be supportive of his decision to be out in the community and at high school as well. Maybe a bit too supportive. They were constantly asking for updates on his love life, and…well, c’mon, there are some things a guy just doesn’t want to talk about, even obliquely, with people who’d changed his diaper. For the whole of his freshman year, he’d enjoyed the freedom of being away from his over-protective parents and older brother. He’d had a lot of fun…and a lot of sex. At least, until one of his buddies had pissed off the wrong person right before spring finals week. Suddenly, his entire small group of friends had ended up with more or less targets on their backs. At first, Lee hadn’t been concerned about the threats being tossed their way, thinking the bullies would give up and move on after school was out and the dorms were closed. But two of his friends who were also staying for the summer had ended up hospitalized after being caught alone. The police hadn’t made any arrests, and the attackers—and Lee knew who they were, no way was it random—always provided one another with alibis. What had finally driven home to Lee how vulnerable he was, was coming home to find one of the guys in his new apartment after work one evening. Luck had been with him and instead of freezing in place, he’d managed to slip back out the door the moment he realized he wasn’t alone. His neighbor, who he’d been chatting with moments before as they climbed the stairs together, was still bringing groceries into her apartment and he’d shoved her inside, slamming the door almost on the guy’s fingers then quickly fumbling for and turning the deadbolt. After pounding on the door for a time, he’d finally left but only after taunting Lee. “We know where you live, little fag. Next time you’re at the hospital won’t be as a visitor.”

He’d thought of the bruised and battered face of Cary, who had over thirty stitches, and Larren, still in the hospital with a damaged kidney. And he’d started packing. The act of a coward? Maybe. But Lee had heard the determination in the guy’s voice and had seen what they’d done to his friends. As much as he’d like to think he could stay safe, he was only around a buck fifty…probably a hundred pounds less than a couple of their tormenters. And even if he told someone in authority he’d been threatened, they couldn’t protect him 24/7. Without his friends around—since most of them had either decided to take time off from school or move home or, in one instance, transfer as well—there was nothing to really keep him there. So he’d transferred schools and decided to keep a low profile here. Oh, not forever, of course. Three more years was an unrealistically long time to not have sex. But at least this year, while he was still an underclassman living in the dorms. No privacy for much anyway—he could wait nine months or so until he had his own place again. Now all of a sudden, he had a sexy as hell, innocent new roommate who was out there blithely waving his banner, not knowing how dangerous the world could be. Lee didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. **** Lee heaved a sigh of relief as he entered the room to find it empty. He needed a break from Trask’s presence. The unrelenting hard-on was killing him, and he had a hard time with self-love in the not-so-private dorm showers with their billowy shower curtains that didn’t stay put. Oh, they were good for catching a glimpse of naked ass…or the occasional less-modest resident taking care of things. But it really wasn’t his style. No, he wanted a little privacy. Well…or a date. He hadn’t connected with

anyone over the past two months since he’d arrived. Not surprising since he hadn’t exactly put himself out there. The only gay guy he knew of for certain was Trask. And his roommate wasn’t having any better luck finding someone. Lee could tell Trask’s confidence was starting to take a hit, and he empathized. His normal sunny personality was becoming more subdued by the day, and though they hadn’t discussed the details of their social life, the dates coming back to the dorm room Trask had mentioned and seemed to look forward to on the first day had never materialized. As for Lee making a play for Trask, he’d boxed himself in with his lack of truthfulness at the start of term. Lee had had the perfect opportunity that first day to answer with “I’m gay too.” But he’d still been clinging to the cloak of anonymity, a real comfort after the fear and—yes—guilt at his cowardice for letting himself be chased off, at not standing up for himself. To admit his interest now would look just weird. Wouldn’t it? And, oh, was he interested. Instead of the constant contact killing his attraction, it somehow only served to strengthen it. His little predilictions—like mumbling to himself in his sleep, and the way he licked his lips constantly when he was concentrating—were endearing, not off-putting. And his All-American blond good looks were enough to drive a man to desperate measures. Like now. Realizing he’d been unconsciously rubbing his cock while ruminating, Lee gave up and gave in. With a glance at the clock to confirm it would be some time before Trask returned from his last class, he unzipped his jeans and fished his iron-hard erection out of his boxer briefs. Lee’s temperature soared at the welcome feel of pressure, which left him feeling hemmed in by his clothing. He removed his hand from his cock just long enough to quickly and efficiently skim his clothing off. Naked in the middle of the room, he walked toward his bed then veered at the last moment and crossed to lay back on Trask’s instead.

He made do with spit since his slick was across the room now. Taking his erection firmly in hand again, Lee quashed a small trickle of guilt at taking this step…invading his roommate’s space with this act. With rhythmic strokes, he worked himself to the edge then paused. The urgency was there, but his mind wouldn’t leave him alone, thoughts of the bed’s owner screaming at him to take action. Wouldn’t this be better with Trask? He’s gay, you’re gay. Obviously you get along. Make a play…. Lee ran his fingers underneath his sac and then gripped, pushing his tightened balls and cock lewdly forward, as if offering the package to an invisible partner. Trask…suck it. Let me show you, teach you, touch you…. Suddenly it was clear what he should do. Why hide a moment longer? Fate had put them together for a reason, and it was time to take the lead and reward Trask for his bravery in coming out…and his part in renewing Lee’s faith in himself. **** Trask walked dejectedly toward the dorm, barely noticing the beautiful riot of fall colors as he walked through campus. College just wasn’t working out like he’d dreamt. The course work was tough—he actually had to study…hard…which he’d never done in high school. He missed his couple of good friends from high school. And he was no closer to having a boyfriend…or even a hookup…than he’d been while carefully in the closet. He snorted to himself. Here, he’d thought that he’d have magical gaydar, which would point him in the direction of any number of handsome, witty gay guys, just waiting for someone like Trask to come along. Yeah right. Keep dreaming! His sighed. All coming out had done for him was alienate him from the first two

guys he’d met here. Though he’d ended up with Lee as a roommate, which was great. He was as good a roommate as Trask could have wished for, so the other two were no loss, really. Lee. Trask couldn’t figure him out. Mostly of the time he seemed really naïve and young, even though he was a year older than Trask. His stammering through their first encounter had Trask mentally setting him in the to-beprotected category in his head. Lee’s small stature didn’t do much to counteract this pigeonholing—though he was fit, with a wiry sort of musculature on his slight frame. But every once in while, Trask would catch an expression from Lee that didn’t fit those parameters: A knowing smirk. An assessing once-over. A heated gaze, quickly averted. Lee wasn’t gay, but maybe he was curious. Trask found himself considering that more and more frequently lately, wondering whether Lee would be receptive to some flirting…or more. But did he really want to rock the boat? Even for someone as adorably sexy as Lee? It wasn’t like Trask really knew what he was doing anyway. You could learn together… “Yeah, or he could freak out and send you back to the housing department, and that can’t happen,” he chastised himself under his breath as he approached the dorm’s side entrance. Steadily climbing the stairs, he reached his floor and walked all the way to the end of the hall, saying hi to a few guys along the way. Their room was the furthest from both the common room and bathroom—true—but they only had neighbors on one side, which was a bonus. The door was locked when he tried to open it, so he fumbled his keys out of his pocket. What met his startled eyes when the door swung open had him hardening in what seemed like seconds. Lee…stretched out naked on his bed,

stroking his cock. Shaking off his shock, Trask nervously glanced down the hall to confirm nobody else was around before hurriedly stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. Lee gave him a slow, completely wicked smile and made no move to stop what he was doing, offer excuses, or cover himself. Completely blown away and at the same time more aroused than he’d ever been in his life, Trask was at a loss for what to do now. He probably should have stepped out of the door before closing it, but walking away from this carnal display was something he could not deliberately do. Not when it appealed to everything in him. “Did you lock it?” Lee’s voice was huskier than usual, his own arousal making itself heard. Trask suppressed a shudder, feeling as though he’d walked into the porno. Now in HD, Fucking Freshmen… Trask realized he hadn’t answered the question. “Um, yes.” He wouldn’t have been able to pull his gaze away from the action of Lee’s hand on his hard, reddened cock if his life depended on it. “Good. Why don’t you get comfortable?” Lee waved his unoccupied hand toward the small, ugly floral-print second-hand couch they’d managed to squeeze in to give themselves somewhere to sit besides their desks and…beds. “Why are you on my bed…doing…that?” Trask blurted, then could have kicked himself. Could he sound any more like a clueless virgin? And speaking of which, the confident, sensual expression on Lee’s face almost made him seem like a stranger rather than the man he’d shared nearly every waking…and sleeping…moment with for the past two months. The unease he probably should have been feeling from the start finally kicked in. Lee must have seen the change in this expression, because he gave Trask a

sympathetic smile and rose, walking over to take him by the hand and tug him toward the couch. All the while, his erection led the way, unabated, bobbing with each step. “I know this is coming a bit out of left field, but I decided I was being stupid, not letting you know how I feel about you.” Trask shot Lee a glance, feeling wholly out of his element, which in turn made him irritated. “Out of left field? And what do you mean, how you feel about me? Since when are you gay?” Lee gave him a rueful smile. “Since forever. Like the song says, I was born this way.” Shock made Trask feel a bit ill. “Then why didn’t you tell me? On that first day? God knows I could have used a little bit of…of support.” His smile faded to a serious expression and he lightly touched Trask’s hand. “It’s a long story that I promise I’ll tell you soon. Suffice to say, after five years of being out, I had what seemed at the time to be pretty big reasons to keep that to myself. Now, though? I just want to kiss you.” Trask’s cock liked the thought of that, and the hell with needing any more explanations. “Just kiss?” Oh my God, did I just say that out loud? Lee burst into laughter, confirming Trask’s embarrassment. “For starters. If that’s okay with you.” His eyes were lit up with humor, but there was also a thread of seduction in his voice. Things started to add up in Trask’s head. “Five years? So you’ve probably…um, done…stuff then.” Realizing he just as good as admitted he was still a virgin, he exhaled and dropped his forehead onto his palm. Lee didn’t reply right away, instead, leaning in to claim a commanding kiss. Encouraging Trask’s participation with his agile lips and the strokes of his

tongue, Lee made his head spin with sensations. Or maybe it was being lowered, almost without his realization, to lay back on the couch, Lee’s lips never leaving his own. He was braced over Trask, naked and aroused, and suddenly Trask couldn’t be passive for a moment longer. He sat back up, pressing Lee up to a sitting position then rising to quickly strip out of his own clothes. Now as naked as Lee, Trask sat back down, the instinct to cover his cock and balls with his hands almost unbearably strong. His roommate just grinned. “Wow. Nice. You look even better than I would have thought from the peeks I’ve gotten.” “You’ve been peeking at me?” “Every chance I get,” Lee confirmed with a smirk. “But this is much better. I can really look you over.” And he proceeded to do just that, making Trask squirm with a stomach-flipping combination of embarrassment and excitement. Lee pushed on his shoulders and Trask slowly acquiesced to the wordless command and lay back on the couch. His erection unashamedly stood straight up, tilting back slightly toward his stomach. He reached for it, only to have his hand batted away. Instead, Lee took him in a sure grip and brought his mouth down just over the head. At the first feel of that hot, wet cavern engulfing him, Trask stiffened and then sank bonelessly back into the couch cushions, giving himself over to the blissful feelings as Lee pushed his lips down his shaft then sucked hard back up to the ridge. He run his tongue firmly under the head, then delved into his slit. “Ahh!” Trask couldn’t stifle his cry, and his cheeks went red with his selfconsciousness. The visual of Lee bobbing up and down over his groin was mindblowing. Along with the physical sensations, including now cupping his balls and stroking his sac, it quickly brought Trask to the brink. But just as he thought he was past the point of no return, Lee gave his cock a hard squeeze at the base.

“Ungh. What the hell? I was almost—” “I know. That’s why I stopped you. I want you to fuck me.” His brain was offline, which must be why it was still so hard to reconcile the juxtaposition of his naïve-seeming roommate with this seductive stranger now rolling a condom onto his cock. Just that right there almost took him over the edge. “I’ll show you how to get me ready some other time. But this first time, I wanted to be ready to go, so I did the prep work while I was waiting.” First time?We’re going to do this more than once? Oh God… Lee had punctuated his unreal explanations with strokes to his exquisitely sensitive cock. He now straddled Trask and without hesitation placed the tip of his erection against his body, guiding it to his entrance with one hand while the other was braced firmly on Trask’s chest. He wiggled a bit, seemingly to be more of a tease than part of the process, and kept his eyes locked on Trask’s as sank downward. Trask felt the tip of his cock slip inside the tightest, hottest place imaginable. His eyes closed with the effort not to come right away. “Ahh, yeah. God, you feel good. Just wait until you’re all the way inside of me.” Lee drew just slightly upward and then sank down again, further this time. He repeated the process, controlling the movement each time, until Trask felt Lee’s balls touch his lower belly. Lee’s cock stood at attention, and Trask’s hands naturally settled bracketing Lee’s hips, though he let his roommate remain in the lead. Gaze bouncing between Lee’s heavy-lidded dark eyes and his wagging cock, Trask was mesmerized by the vision of Lee fucking him, riding atop of him.

Finally, the urge to move was no longer something he could withstand. He planted the soles of his feet, one on the couch and the other on the floor, and began to thrust upwards while pulling Lee firmly against him with his hands on his hips. The near withdrawal followed by a body-jarring impact was the single more erotic thing he’d ever felt. And Lee’s warm gaze urged him onward. His lips fell apart as his breathing quickened, and after a lick to his palm, he began to pump his own cock, fisting it tightly, the speed increasing until his hand was a blur. Trask felt the rhythmic squeeze a moment before Lee went still and lost his balance and rhythm. Trask gripped his hips tightly, supporting him as the first ropy line of cum hit from nipple to bellybutton. Another couple of spurts filled his navel and covered Lee’s hand. Thrilled beyond measure at having made his beautiful roommate come, Trask gave a handful of hard thrusts before completion hit him like a tidal wave, pulling him under and leaving him blind and deaf to anything but the man atop him wresting the satisfaction from him. He filled the condom, coming longer inside that heat than he’d ever remembered or imagined. Lee had a slight smile on his face as he slumped forward onto Trask’s chest. His arms automatically enclosed Lee in a natural-feeling embrace and they caught their breath together until Trask had no choice but to deal with the condom. He made a quick trip to their in-room sink to use a washcloth before returning to Lee, who had moved once again to Trask’s bed. Shaking his head in wonder at how quickly things could change, he eased onto the small bed and spooned Lee from behind, holding him close by necessity as well as desire. “Wow,” he murmured into Lee’s ear as he looked at the couch on which he’d just lost his virginity. “All of a sudden I really love that couch. And the new you.” “You mean the real me,” Lee corrected, a hint of some emotion evident in his

voice. “That’s the me you should have seen from that first day.” Trask held Lee even closer, fitting their bodies together until he couldn’t tell where Lee ended and he began. “I liked you from the start. You may have been my last resort…for the first thirty seconds or so, but you went from last to first in a hurry.” Lee squirmed around until they were facing one another. He grinned at Trask, that sexy, knowing smile that so belied the intial wholesome impression he’d given Trask. “To be your first, I believe. And there are a lot of firsts yet to come. So…” Lee slid his hand down to the small of Trask’s back, pressing their groins together in a light grinding motion. “So…” Trask echoed. “Okay with you if we upgrade from roomie to boyfriend?” “Oh yeah….” THE END Author bio: Devon started reading and writing at an early age and never looked back. After a creatively-sapping career in the business world, she gratefully took some time off to be at home. At 39 and holding, Devon finally figured out the best way to channel her midlife crisis was to morph from mild-mannered stayat-home mom to erotic romance writer. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two girls, who are (mostly) understanding of all the time she spends on her laptop, aka the black hole.