Finding Love. That’s one idea I’ve tried not to think about since my last relationship ended. Sometimes I get really horny and go into occasional flings with a friend who has become my go-to for casual sex. Well, that was until January when we returned to our different schools. So, when I found myself scouring Grindr, I happened on a situation I legit do not know how to handle.
In my school, starting a new session in the male hostel means a new room, possibly a new hall, and most importantly, new roommates. A typical room in my new hall, Hall A, takes four students – a 400 level, two 200 level and a 100 level. I was in 400 level, which meant I was the most senior in my room. Soon after I was settled, Malachi and Peter, two 200 level students of the Theatre Arts department moved in. because of the difference in our classes, I didn’t pay much attention to them.
It was only after a few days that I started noticing Peter, the shorter of the duo. It was bewildering, my sudden attraction to him, seeing he was dark and I have a thing for mostly fair guys. Peter was average-heighted with sensually dark eyes, naturally pink lips and sparkling, white teeth that seemed to make his face glow whenever he smiled. The first time I actually looked at him twice was the day he missed his footing and dropped his phone into the bowl of water I set aside to wash the fish I bought. Since I was partly to blame for his misfortune, having thoughtlessly left the water out there in the middle of the room, I was effusive with my apologies. He didn’t seem to mind much though, even calling me “Bros” as he made to dismiss my penitence.
After that day, I started paying attention to him, noticing his gingerly steps, his almost-perfect diction and alluring smile. Sometimes our eyes would meet and I’d be the first to quickly look away, something that infuriated me. I didn’t understand this stir he was causing within me, without him apparently even meaning to. Let’s not talk about the sensations he stirred in me every time he stripped to his briefs to go have his bath. Or how much I began to yearn for a chance to cup his face in my hands and keep us locked in an intimate embrace every time he looked at me to say things to me like: “Bros, I’m off to class…” or “Please can I make use of your adaptor to charge my phone?” or “Good morning, bros..” or some such other non-conversational comments.
I figured I was just reacting to sex deprivation. And so, to Grindr I went. Time to find someone to fuck some restoration back to my system.
I beeped a profile, one with a very engaging and coy profile description. After some texting, I realized we stayed around the same area. I asked if we could share pictures and he declined, saying he preferred to keep his identity secret until he meets a guy from Grindr in person. That should have sent me on my way, but because we’d had quite an interesting conversation and he appeared the more intriguing, I agreed to exchange numbers and meet that evening, flying blind.
When I saved his number, I immediately searched out his profile on WhatsApp but the profile picture there was that of a horse. I gave up and prayed to the rainbow gods to not make me regret this blind date.
When it was 5 PM, our agreed time, I called him. He picked and told me he was on his way to the location we’d earlier agreed to rendezvous at. There was something really familiar about the voice, but I just couldn’t place it. However, when about five minutes later, I found myself walking along the road behind Peter, whose back was to me with his headset hung around his neck, I couldn’t be more shocked.
It had to be him!
I was in no way prepared for the surprise. The surprise that the guy I had spent a week monitoring, spent days drooling over and hours admiring was actually gay. The surprise that the guy who had been intriguing me on Grindr was someone I’d basically been sharing the same living quarters with for weeks. Part of me wanted to walk on, past him, away from him, to process the shock. But the other part, where the greater force lay, made me put on a smile as I hastened my steps and reached out to touch the edge of his jacket.
“Claymade?” I called him by his moniker on Grindr.
When he turned and was confronted with the sight of me, he first appeared startled, then mystified, and then astonished, this last emotion probably because he’d made the connection that I was the person he was on his way to see.
“You are…?” He couldn’t say my Grindr name, either because he’d forgotten or was still recovering from the shock.
“Aphrodisiac, yeah,” I supplied.
“Wow…” he said before letting out a breathy, awkward laugh. Which I joined in.
For that first date, we talked for a while about several issues, and for the first time, I didn’t look away when he looked me in the eye. I didn’t move away when he placed his arms around my neck, and when I finally kissed him, it was as surreal as the moment had seemed. As beautiful as I’d imagined kissing his lips would feel.
It’s been quite something since that glorious evening, a few days since that I have spent wondering what to do. Do I pursue an affair that could possibly lead to something serious with my roommate, right there in a space we share with two other straight guys? Do I pull back and limit our affinity to buddies, even though this is someone I find myself being really compatible with? Do I damn any possible consequence that could arise from entering a sexual relationship with someone this next to me? Or do I withdraw back to the way things were and keep admiring him from a distance?
What do I do?
Written by T-Man