Chapter 1: Moving-In Day

The late August sun blazed down on the packed university parking lot, turning the asphalt into a shimmering oven. Michael’s big pickup truck rumbled to a stop outside the freshman dorm, and 19-year-old Jack climbed out of the passenger seat with that same soft, wide-eyed wonder he always wore. He was dressed exactly like he’d been all summer back home---tiny white athletic shorts that clung to his slim hips and rode high on his smooth, pale thighs, barely covering the firm little curve of his ass. A thin tank top stretched across his narrow chest, and his buzzed blond hair was already slightly damp with sweat. Those big blue puppy-dog eyes blinked up at the tall brick building like he couldn’t quite believe he was really here.

“Big day, huh, buddy?” Michael rumbled, stepping out of the driver’s side. Jack’s dad was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late forties, thick arms and a powerful chest straining the front of his faded gray t-shirt. A dark patch of sweat already bloomed between his pecs, and the heavy, masculine scent of him---clean sweat mixed with the faint musk of a long drive---rolled off his body as he clapped a big calloused hand on Jack’s shoulder and squeezed.

In the bed of the truck, Ryan hopped down with a cocky grin. Jack’s older brother was built like their dad---tall, athletic, short blond hair, and a confident swagger that made his tank top ride up to show a strip of toned abs. “Little bro’s finally leaving the nest,” Ryan teased, ruffling Jack’s buzzed hair. “Don’t worry, Dad. Jack’s gonna have this whole campus wrapped around his finger in a week.”

They spent the next hour hauling boxes, suitcases, and bedding up three flights of stairs. The cramped dorm room smelled of fresh paint and new carpet, with two narrow beds on opposite walls, two desks, and a shared closet. Michael and Ryan worked up a serious sweat, their muscular bodies glistening as they lifted the heavy bed frame into place and wrestled the mattress onto it. Every time Jack bent over to plug in a lamp or reached for something on a high shelf, his tiny shorts rode up even higher, the smooth, hairless cheeks of his ass peeking out. Ryan pressed in close behind him once, “helping” by steadying his hips, his thick bulge grinding subtly against Jack’s backside in the tight space.