I’m Adam and this part one of the story of how I fell in love.
I came into college like most 18 year olds: deeply unsure of who I was. A little about me: I have black hair, brown eyes, I’m 5’10 and have a decent amount of lean muscle from going to the gym. I am from a very small town where I did not know many gay people and I was very excited to move across the country to start a new life at college.
I had an okay experience my freshman year. I made a few friends, did well in my classes. I did not meet any queer guys that I was really interested in dating, though.
I also got an on-campus job at the school gym. It was the easiest job ever. All I had to do was have people tap their campus ID on this little scanner as they walked in to work out. I usually would just do my homework and not even look up, unless a really hot guy came in.
One of these guys was a strapping stud named Isaac (I saw his name on his ID). He’s 6 feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and has an awesome body with bulging muscles. The things I wanted him to do to me!
I never really spoke to him except for a simple hello. But man was he hot, like a lot of the other beefcakes who would work out at the gym.
Sophomore year comes around, and on the first day of my biology class I sadly signed up for to fulfull a science requirement, I entered the lecture hall and sat next to my friend Aziz. He is super sweet and a total nerd. I did not even realize that on the other side of Aziz was Isaac!
“Hey, I’m Adam,” I shyly said to Isaac, probably not doing a good job hiding that I was flustered.
“Isaac. You’re from the gym right? Cool shirt!” he exclaimed while smiling. I looked down and saw I was wearing my Pokemon shirt. Of course I wear my most embarrassing shirt on the day when Isaac finally notices me.
“You like Pokemon?” I ask.
“Hell yeah! Raticate is the best!” he beamed. I smiled back. He is even cuter than I could have imagined.
A friendship quickly blossomed between me and Isaac. He started talking to me for a while at the front desk at the gym every time he came to work out, then we started grabbing meals at the dining hall together and playing video games all the time. Soon, we were hanging out every single day. It was super easy to see him since he lived in a suite in the same residence hall as me. We had so much in common and just had the best natural chemistry.
I was never worried that he would be homophobic since I go to a very gay college, but he made an effort to ask me about boys and my dating life which made me really happy to see him care like that.
One thing about me is that I have a history of depression. Yet, whenever I was around Adam, every dark thought I had seemed to fade to the background. He made me so fucking happy, and that’s when I realized it: I was in love with a straight meathead. Uh-oh.
At the very beginning of second-semester sophomore year, I was eating lunch with Isaac in the dining hall when a group of his jock buddies came over and sat with us. This was my first time meeting his friends.
“Boys, this is Adam. We had a class together,” said Isaac. I thought this was kind of weird that he introduced me this way, but I let it slide.
His friends were pretty gross. They talked about shitting, sex, just a bunch of topics that I probably wouldn’t bring up in front of somebody I had just met.
“I’m taking this queer ass class right now about gender and it’s fucking dumb as shit. Talking about gay bullshit every fucking day,” one of them snarled while chewing a slice of pizza. Isaac initially laughed with the rest of his friends at this remark, then looked over at me and frowned. He knew that he fucked up.
