What Will Come
Chapter 1: The Beginning
I had just started my freshman year at the Colorado State University at Pueblo. I had no idea what to expect. This would be my first time to live away from home, and I was petrified. My roommate had not arrived yet, but from the letter I got from the housing department, I wasn�t expecting him for another two days. Classes didn�t start until the following week, but I wanted to arrive early. I was ready to get the heck out of the really small town I had just spent the last 17 years of my life in. I was ready to move to the city, even though most people would consider Pueblo, CO, a really small city. It was a big city as far as I was concerned.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself, huh? Well, my name is Bryce Howard. I�m 17 years old and stand 6�4. I am, by no stretch of the mind, a small guy. I weigh 195lbs of solid muscle. I don�t have an ounce of fat on me. Most of the girls in my high school were always drooling over me, and I couldn�t stand it. Yes, I�m gay. I grew up on a big farm on the plains of southern Colorado. I�m no stranger to hard work, but at the same time, I�m still way in the closet. Growing up in such a small community, I couldn�t just look openly for a guy to fool around with.
I spent most of the first day, unpacking and getting to know the campus. I was fortunate enough to have saved up enough growing up, that I just bought a truck, so I had a way to go to the local Wal-Mart and buy me a computer and whatever else I might need. I spent the next day setting up my computer and rearranging the room to how I liked it.
Finally, it was the day I was dreading the most. The day my roommate was supposed to show up. I was scared like a baby calf, but I knew if I showed my fear, that would be a sign of weakness, and I�m far from weak. I was the captain of the wrestling team, which is how I was able to go to college, the captain for the basketball team, and the pitcher for the baseball team. I tried my hand at football, but decided that it wasn�t for me. It wasn�t till around 1pm when he showed up. At first, I didn�t see his face, he had his arms piled full of his stuff. I immediately got up and started to help him unload stuff from his hands.
�Thanks, that�s a big help!� He said.
�Not a problem,� I replied.
�I�m Tony,� he introduced himself. �I�m Bryce.� I responded.
Even though his hands were full he still tried to shake my hand, and in the process, he dropped everything he had left in his arms. �Shit,� he yelled out, as most of the heavy objects he was carrying, was dropped on his bare feet, considering he was wearing sandals. I bent over and started to pick up the items on the floor. I happened to notice some magazines that had fallen. I couldn�t believe what I was seeing. They were of naked men! I was saved. I didn�t have to worry about what he thought of me.
Seeing those magazines helped me out a lot. I was so terrified that he, my roommate, would be some small town homophobe, like what I�m used to. Boy was I wrong, but one thing I learned over the years was not to bring those types of things up. I would just let that matter come about by itself. I had a feeling my first year of college was going to be a good one, as I smiled to myself.
To Be Continued . . .
