Here is your Man-oh-Man Monday post entitled My College Roommate, not sure if it’s going to be an actual book or not, but we’ll see.

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My College Roommate

Neil walked into the room and stared at me. I could tell by the hesitant look on his face that there was something that he wanted to say, but for whatever reason, he wasn’t saying it. I lifted my eyebrow at him and smirked.

“You got sumtin’ you need to say white boy?” I asked with the best imitation of a ”hood boy” that I could come up with.

Neil choked out a laugh and shook his head at me.

“Give it up Emanuel, you will never be able to convince me that you are black. No matter how much you try,” he teased me.

It had been a longstanding joke between the two of us. Neil was Native American, though he knew next to nothing about his tribe, and I was African American, though I didn’t fit into the stereotype of being one. Neil was actually much more…ethnic, than I could ever hope to be and I knew more about Native American history and culture than he did. We complemented each other perfectly. Making up what the other one lacked in his own culture, but our relationship was strictly platonic. Even though we were both gay.

I’d met Neil my very first day at Berkeley College. He’d been standing outside of our dorm room, reading my name out loud, over and over, as if he were completely confused. I’d walked up behind him and started saying his name over and over again. When he’d turned to look at me, I felt as if someone had punched me right in the gut. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds, the air caught in my lungs and my cock got so hard that if anyone had touched it, it would have broken away from my body and crashed to the floor in a million pieces. Neil is fucking hot. With his tan skin and blue black hair, his wide grin and piercing dark brown eyes, I swear that I fell in love with him the very first time he looked at me.

I haven’t stopped loving him.

The problem is, Neil is learning about his heritage. He’s gone a spirit walk and has begun talking to a shaman about his soul’s mate. I’m pretty sure that his soulmate isn’t going to be some too-thin, nerdy black boy from Oakland. No matter how much I want it to be so. Besides, Neil didn’t find me attractive. Me, the one guy who spent most of his classes fending off the advances of some guy who was in the closet, just came out of the closet, or never knew that the closet ever existed, was not attractive to Neil. The one man that I actually wanted to be attractive to. Neil, the man who’d sleep with any man as long as he had a pulse and a cock…even if the cock lay in their bottom drawer. I didn’t know why Neil didn’t find me attractive. I didn’t know what I’d have to do to get him to see me as being attractive, but whatever it was, I’d probably already tried doing it. Now, three years after we met for the first time, looking ahead to our senior year, and living in the upper classmen co-ed dorms, I’d finally made the hardest decision of my life and decided to stop pursuing Neil. I’d come to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to happen and that I needed to move on.

No matter how hard that was going to be.

Giving myself a mental shake, I returned to the present and grinned up at Neil when he paused beside my bed.

“Seriously. You look like you need to say something Neil, or ask me something,” I stated soberly, hoping that he would open up to me. Neil was my best friend and the thought of him hurting or needing something and not being able to tell me was like a punch to my guy. I swallowed thickly when Neil glanced down at me, his eyes darkening with some unexpressed emotion that I’d never seen in his eyes before. Was he angry with me? Was he hurting? What was wrong with him?

Sitting up and climbing up on my knees, I pulled Neil onto the bed with me, ignoring my rampant erection that screamed at me that we finally had Neil exactly where we wanted him.

“Neil? What’s wrong?” I asked.

Neil shook his head. He looked up at me through his thick lashes and I felt my breath catch in my chest again. I’d really never seenthat look before, Neil looked at me like he was hungry…for me. Like he wanted to…eat me or something. But eat me in a very delicious, very satisfying way…satisfying for the both of us.

“Nothing’s wrong Emanuel. It’s just that…Well…when you were taking a shower earlier, I sort of…you know,” Neil hedged, shrugging his shoulders shyly and while the look was absurdly cute on him, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why he was looking that way.

“You sort of what? Neil?” I asked him, trying to push him to open up and to tell me more.

I watched in fascination as my best friend’s face flushed red in embarrassment and I felt my new resolve to get over Neil crumble at my feet. Why in God’s name did he have to be so fucking gorgeous? I mean, I would think that in order to balance everything out, that if the Creator made him physically beautiful that He would ensure that Neil had the personality of a troll or a toad, but noooo Neil was both physically perfect and a really nice guy at the same time.

“Isawyounaked,” Neil said quickly, the words all running together.

It took me a while to decipher what he’d said but once I figured it out, I felt the cheeks of my own face burning and I knew that I was blushing too.

“Oh, sorry about that,” I apologized, not able to look at Neil when I said it.

“Nothing for you to be sorry for,” Neil assured me before clearing his throat. “The only thing is…well, I guess it was a little bit of a shock. I mean I know that we tease all the time, about you not being black and me being a white guy instead of Navajo Indian, but the thing is you are black and I am Navajo. So when I saw you naked, I just…I…” Neil blushed again.

I chuckled. Neil wouldn’t be the first one to mention this to me. People seemed to have an almost unrealistic opinion that all black men walked around with 13 inch cocks that were as wide as soda cans. First of all, there were some who were built like that, but not all black men. A lot of black men were more generously well-endowed than others, but that could be said for white men, Hispanic men, Native Americans, Asians, etc. And while I was by no means a peanut or a shrimp in the “Black Man Dick Department” or the BMDD, I didn’t have a cock that hung down to my knees like some other friends of mine.

“You didn’t expect me to be thin and only sporting a 7 inch dick huh?” I laughed at my friend’s bemused expression then shrugged. “Eh, it’s nothing to write home about, that’s for damn sure, but it does get the job done when I need it to. I think the biggest problem is that it’s not as pretty as some other cocks that I’ve seen, although my ex boyfriend Dontae seemed to think that it’s gorgeous.”

“Well, let me see and I’ll give you an honest opinion,” Neil offered and my mouth dropped open as my brain short-circuited. Did Neil just ask to see my dick? No! Of course not! He couldn’t have. Neil didn’t find me attractive, so he would have no interest whatsoever in seeing my cock.

“Wha-huh?” I asked stupidly.

I watched as Neil slowly stalked me across the bed his hand reaching out to grab the front of my blue checkered boxers as I tried to back away from him.

“I said, let me see your dick,” Neil said, his voice filled with amusement and…lust?

“Why would you want to see my dick?” I asked, ignoring said dick when it shouted at me to shut up, that we were in the middle of a fucking real life porno.

“Because I want to see if it’s really as gorgeous as your ex-boyfriend Dontae made it seem, plus I want to see if it tastes as good as he said as well,” Neil pointed out.

I was so stunned that I leaned back on one hand, stretching out my hand to grab Neil’s shoulder as he pulled back the front of my boxers and looked inside. I gasped as he chuckled low in his throat.

“Oh, it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around that,” Neil stated before leaning over fully and doing just that. I keened loudly in my throat and felt the telltale shiver at the base of my spine as my best friend, the one man I thought didn’t find me attractive, deep-throated my cock. It was like getting my first blowjob all over again and I couldn’t last before I grabbed the back of his head with both of my hands and fucked his face quickly and with short, hard thrusts before shooting my sperm down his throat.

“OH SHIT! NEIL! HOLY FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY!” I screamed out to the heavens, thanking every deity that I knew for this wonderful opportunity.

When I finally came back down to Earth, Neil was holding me in his arms, my head on his chest, as he rubbed my back with his hand with gentle strokes.

“Welcome back,” he chuckled.

“Smart ass,” I said back. The room got quiet as we both thought about what had happened, mulled over words that needed to be said. I knew that I wanted Neil. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath, but did he feel the same way? And if he did, did he want me enough to be with me forever, even if it meant giving up his quest to find his soulmate? And what would I do if he only wanted to be with me until he met his soulmate? Would I be okay with taking whatever time he could give me until he left my life for good? Just how much did I love him and how much did he love me, if he loved me at all?