Roger supported himself against the wall of the shower, gaping in astonishment at the naked man watching him with concern. He couldn't have been more surprised if he'd found a dog showering with Kyle. "Alex?" he gasped. Kyle had always seemed the ultimate ladies man; flirting with women left and right. It was commonly assumed he was fucking half his co-ed dorm. But with Roger now was the short but thick and muscular form of Alex, another so-called 'stud'. A small part of his brain noted with amusement the way he now looked down on Alex, when he was once on level with him, but mostly he just stared in amazement as the young blond moved to him, water streaming over his head and chest as he reached out and grasped Roger's hand. "What's wrong?" Roger stared down at his long borrowed fingers, a deep golden brown tan contrasting with the paler Alex's, then he looked up at Alex. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong." And he wrapped those long fingers around his borrowed boyfriend's arms as he pulled their bodies against each other into another passionate kiss.
Alex broke it off and smiled up at him. "You're sure?" Roger looked down at him and further, at the browned body beneath him. At the long well-build torso beneath him, muscular but not overbuilt, that kind of lean power he'd always yearned after. At the long but not disproportiate limbs. At the large feet and big but delicate hands, with their long slim fingers. And at the middle of it all, at the appropriately long erection which Alex had wrapped a hand about, covering only a small amount of it but causing jolts of pleasure to run through Kyle's body. Roger smiled. "Yeah, positive."