The List - 1. Chapter 1: Spencer

Specimen’s name: Spencer

Height: 6’1

Build: 190 (muscular)

Occupation: Student, Swimmer

Age: 18

Dimensions: 7’’ cut

The idea for the list came about on the second day of school. I was living in a dorm suite, like all freshmen had to. As far as this one went, though, it was pretty nice. I settled on going to school at SMU because they did have the best dorms of any school I’d visited. Plus, living a couple of hours away from my parents was better than living right down the street.

My roommate was a guy named Spencer. We met once during the summer before school started and corresponded via text message about who would bring what, when we were moving in, etc. We actually became pretty good friends before we moved in together.

Spencer was about 6’1 and weighed a healthy 190 lbs. He was a swimmer from Dallas with curly blond hair and muscles in all of the right places. His eyes were dark blue and piercing, perfect against his summer tan when I met him in September.

“Good to see you, roomie,” he said shaking my hand and taking my duffle bag. “You already shook the parental detail?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I told my mom I’d rather say goodbye to her at the house. No use having the entire freshman class watch me hug my hysterical mother goodbye.”

“You’re lucky,” Spencer said. “My mom was here all day yesterday. She wouldn’t leave to save her life.”

We small talked back to the room and I noticed he’d already decorated his half with a poster of a car, a Nirvana blanket, a bed set that was too well made, and some family photographs. I looked around and told him since he was all done unpacking, he could help me out.

“For sure, until 6. I have a swim team dinner,” he said. We got to packing and ran through all of the preliminary topics of discussion: high school activities, favorite TV shows, siblings, the works. We finished my boxes two hours later and I offered to buy Spencer lunch tomorrow.

“Don’t worry about it man,” he replied. “You can pay me back by going to this with me.” He tossed me an invitation to a fraternity party.

“Wow,” I responded. “I don’t think I’m going to pledge or anything.”

“No worries,” he replied. “Me either. But there is going to be free liquor and a ton of girls there. I say we get it will its getting’.”

I smiled at him. “Thought you had a girlfriend.”

“Had a girlfriend,” he said. “We broke up. I’m moving on. You’re looking at two single guys, and from the looks of us, I’d say we’ll do pretty well for ourselves.”

I smiled again. Did he just say he thought I was attractive? I mean, I’d be the first to admit if another guy was cute, and boy Spencer was, but the way he said it made me wonder what he meant.

“Anywho,” he continued. “We’re hitting this party up tonight, no excuses. Put on your big boy panties, Coop.” With that, he flicked me with his towel and headed next door to shower.

I figured he’d be in the shower for a while, so I took to my bed and passed out.

Four hours of glorious sleep later, I heard the door slam, felt someone pounce on top of me and scream “Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have pregaming to do.”

I wasn’t a big drinker in high school. I’d knock back the occasional wine cooler or beer at a party, but I was more of the reserved type. Spencer was the exact opposite. Apparently his older brother looked exactly like him, so carried a valid driver’s license that said he was twenty-two. He’d stopped by at a liquor store to pick up some bourbon on his way home from the swim team dinner.

“I should shower,” I said, still feeling groggy. I couldn’t believe I’d slept until eight.

“Well hurry up, man. I want to get to the party by at least ten.”

I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and came back to the room in just my towel to find that Spencer had invited a couple of the guys on our hall to our room to do shots. Jake and Eric, the pair that we shared our bathroom with were there. Tommy from down the hall was there too. Spencer had even called a friend from his high school, Dutch, to come over as well. I felt a little awkward standing around introducing myself to everyone in just my towel, but there was nothing I could have done about it.

“Are you just gonna stand there naked or are you gonna put some clothes on and come join us,” Spencer said, handing me a red solo cup filled with whiskey and coke. “Drink up, my man.”

I walked to my dresser and pulled out some jeans, a polo and a pair of socks. Dutch had apparently been watching me because just as I was going to take off my towel he said “No underwear, man?”

“I prefer to go to commando whenever I can. No use keeping this bad boy locked up,” I replied, trying too hard to sound cool. Dutch ate it up and laughed anyway.

“Quit standing around,” Spencer called to me from his bed. “Those clothes aren’t going to dress themselves.” Sensing my hesitation in getting dressed in front of a room full of guys, Spencer added “We’re all boys here, Coop. Nothing we’ve never seen before.”

With that, I had no choice but to disrobe and whip it around. The guys laughed, averted there eyes. Tommy threw something at me, but I played along. They wanted to turn our room into a locker room? I didn’t mind.

I got dressed, took a couple of shots while getting to know the guys and finished my solo cup of whiskey coke. Spencer was like my very own drinking coach and any time I had gone too long between sips, he’d put some more liquor into my cup.

A couple of hours later, I was definitely feeling loose and ready to go. I’d only been drunk once before in my life, but the way tonight was shaping, I’d have to add another tally to that statistic.

The rager was out of control. From what I don’t remember, there were two dance floors—one up stairs that played pop and one downstairs that played house techno. The downstairs room was much wilder with people gyrating, grinding and making out on the dance floor. I hung pretty close to Spencer; he had a way with people that made it easy to fit in. We met some of the brothers, but since I wasn’t planning on pledging, I kept my conversations with them short.

Halfway through the night, my memory got very hazy. After a particularly long keg stand, I pulled Spencer downstairs with me to the dark dance floor.

“Let’s find some girls and grind!” I shouted at him. He couldn’t agree more. Not surprisingly, Spence was amazing at picking up chicks. He said something to a girl who was standing with her friend and within a minute, they were dancing between Spencer and I on the dance floor.

The girl I was dancing with was particularly wild. She had curly red hair and kept kissing my neck. I remember my palms getting really sweaty, so I avoided touching her skin… not that there wasn’t a ton showing. Her dress barely covered her pussy.

I lost myself in the music and dancing, letting this girl move her hips around me. Like any other young horny guy I know, before long, I had a boner. She didn’t seem to mind me poking her because as soon as she felt it, she turned around and kissed me. After feeling self conscience for a second, I noticed that Spencer was kissing his girl, so it must not have been a big deal.

“Let’s see you two kiss,” I heard Spencer shout over the music. I was confused at first. We were already kissing. Then I realized he was talking to the girls. My girl let go of me, turned around and started making out with her friend.

“Wanna see more?” my girl asked after thirty seconds or so. Spencer smiled from ear to ear and nodded his head. “You gotta give us something first. Let’s see you two kiss.”

At that point in the night, I was drunk enough to do anything. It wasn’t my first guy-on-guy kiss. Once, in the ninth grade, my girlfriend bet me I wouldn’t make out with her gay brother for one minute. I’m not a homophobe at all, and thought, why not? A lip is a lip. Kind of what I was thinking tonight as well. I wasn’t sure if Spencer would want to, so I let him do the answering.

“Come on boys. You put on a show for us and we’ll put on a show for you,” my girl’s friend said. Spencer smiled again, obviously getting excited by the idea of two girls moving to second base for us.

“You mind bro?” he said, obviously down for it. Instead of replying, I leaned in, grabbed Spencer’s head and kissed him on the lips. After the fact, I raised my hands and beamed at the girls.

“Your turn,” I shouted.

“Please,” my girl said. “My four year old sister kisses like that. Ya’ll are going to have to do better.”

I wasn’t sure I was down to have a full on make out session with another guy, let alone one I’d be rooming with for a year, but these girls meant business. Again, I let Spencer take the lead. He gave me a “let’s do this” face and then leaned into me. This time his mouth was open and his tongue pried my lips apart. I felt him move his tongue into my moth, aggressively holding my head close to his with his strong, big hand—the way I would hold a girl if I was kissing her. After a couple of seconds, I felt a hand move down my stomach and towards the bulge that was still in my jeans—getting rid of a boner was easier said than done for me, even if I was making out with a dude. I just assumed it was the girl I was dancing with getting frisky. The feeling of hands on my crotch really turned me on. I mean, who wouldn’t get riled up from that? It must have translated to the kiss because before I knew it, I was letting out a moan in Spencer’s mouth. I could feel the girls watching us and out of the corner of my eye realized they’d started making out too. That meant that the hand on my crotch really belonged to…

“Spencer,” I said pulling away from him. He was smiling at me. I didn’t know exactly what to think. Was my roommate gay? Was I gay for making out with him and letting him touch me? “I’m really drunk man, I think I should go back to campus.”

“We’re missing the show,” he said. We stood, watching the girls

unbutton each other’s shirts for a minute. At this point a crowd had formed around them and people were cheering. I certainly hoped none of these people had seen me and Spencer go at it.

The rest of the night was a huge shit show. I ended up drinking even more in an attempt to forget about what had happened earlier. Spencer never mentioned it for the rest of the night either.

It was four am when my body decided it was time to puke. I immediately came out of my blackout, feeling Spencer there rubbing my back. He’d brought me a cup of water too.

“Feeling alright man?” he asked. I noticed that I’d somehow teleported back to our suite.

“How’d we get here?” I asked him, feeling so confused. A huge chunk of my night was missing.

“Cab,” Spencer replied. “I called us one when you decided it would be ok to do a strip tease by the fire.” He must have seen my mortified expression. “Don’t worry, I stopped you right before your pants went down. You gave quite a show man—people call you Commando now,” he said to me.

I let Spencer help me to our bedroom, wondering what else I’d done and couldn’t remember. The last thing I did remember was me and my roommate kissing on a dance floor.

“Did we really…” I started to ask.

“Yeah man,” he said. “Those girls couldn’t get enough of us. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all,” I replied. I didn’t want Spencer to feel guilty. I was as much to blame as he was. Rephrase: alcohol was as much to blame.

“Good,” he said taking his shirt off and climbing into his bed. “Hit the light will you?” he asked.

I did, got out of my clothes and got into my own bed, naked, the way I loved to sleep.

“Coop, can I ask you something?” Spencer said. I heard him turn in his bed, presumably to face me. “I know you felt me rub your crotch.” Oh no, it had been him. And I had liked it at the time. “I don’t want you to freak out or anything, but what if I told you I liked it?” I didn’t say anything right away, so Spencer continued. “I mean, I didn’t know I’d like it. I don’t know what came over me, but when we were kissing and going harder, I just got the urge to do it.”

“No worries man, alcohol does that to people,” I said.

“You’re probably right,” he replied. At that point, thinking the conversation was over, I used what strength I had left to notice that during our conversation, I’d formed a tent in my sheets. The night was too warm for a comforter and my dick was strong enough to lift the thin fabric up. I looked at Spencer wondering if he’d noticed and I could see a trace of his dick firmly resting on his stomach. He must have been semi-hard himself.

The next thing I know, Spencer was standing, moving towards me and whispering when he got to my bed. “Ok, I don’t want you to freak out at what I’m about to propose,” he said. “I’ve always heard that college is experiment time. I can trust you and you can totally trust me. I think we should hook up tonight and tonight alone, you and me, just to see if what happened earlier was a fluke or if maybe we both kind of liked it.”

As he was talking, a million thought raced through my mind. Spencer wanted to hook up? With me? Just to test out a theory? If he thought he was gay, couldn’t he go get porn or something? And then I was also thinking why not? He’s already in my bed? I can’t deny that I was turned on, the evidence was causing a TP to form in my checkered sheets.

“I don’t know,” I started to say.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be weird. We do it tonight, we file away our findings and we never talk about it again. It’s the scientific method. Come on, a lip is a lip.” And with that, I had no reason to say no. In all truth, looking back, I didn’t want to say no because I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to say no because I was afraid I’d like what I was doing.

Spencer didn’t waste my silence. Instead, he leaned down and put his lips on mine. I tried to think about every sensation that was going on. If this was going to be a real scientific experiment, I’d have to document each and every step along the way.

Spencer’s face had a little bit of prickly hair on it, definitely something I’d never felt up close. He was leaning over me, resting most of his weight on me. It didn’t both me that he was bigger than any girl I’d been with. What I really noticed was that making out with Spencer was more angular.

As he began to move on me, back and forth, I could feel every hard angle of his body. His flat abs, his firm chest. Girls were much squishier than this.

And then I felt the biggest difference. Spencer, taking the lead on this one, had climbed on top of me so that our bodies were perfectly positioned, with him on top of me and between my spread legs. He still had his shorts on, so the only thing separating my dick from his was a thin layer of cotton. I felt Spencer moan into my mouth, indicating that he was at least enjoying himself throughout all of this observation.

“Come on man,” he said, breaking our connection for a second. “Loosen up.”

I realized that in my attempt to document this whole thing, I hadn’t found time to enjoy myself the way Spencer was. He wanted me to loosen up? I’d show him loosened up. I turned Spencer over so that I was laying on top of him, broke our kiss and sat up, straddling him. I reached down and undid the knot in his night shorts.

“That’s more like it,” he said, doing a sit up to meet me.

The next twenty minutes were unreal. Still a little drunk, I let my inhibitions go. This was a one-time thing, right? Why not make the most of it. Spencer seemed to agree because his hands were all over me. I felt him trace my torso, my back, my ass. He’d kiss me hard for a while and then break away from my mouth and start kissing my neck. I took that as a signal to do the same.

Still on top of Spencer, I started making my way down his body. Any time I hook up with a girl, I make little traces with my tongue until I get to her vagina and dive right in. In the spirit of loosening up, I decided to do the same with Spencer. I licked his chest, tasting a faint sweat about him. When I got to his nipples, I was truly mesmerized. There wasn’t as much to fumble with, but the minute I put my lip on one of his, I heard Spencer say “Oh yeah,” and felt his cock spring up between us. He grabbed my hair and said “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”

Thinking I was saved from having to give my first blow job, I kept licking his nipples. In the spirit of assistance, I reached down between us and cupped his cock, reminding myself that it was just like stroking my own.

But it really wasn’t. Feeling his hot dick in my fingers really turned me on. Knowing that I was giving Spencer all of this unbridled pleasure made me want to double my efforts. Not self conscience any more, I returned to his lips, and kept stroking him off. He was moaning louder and louder and I knew if I broke our kiss, he’d make a noise loud enough to wake up our neighbors.

“I’m about to…” he heaved.

“Cum,” I panted. I felt an ooze between us, a release of pressure and all of a sudden our torsos were soaked. I couldn’t believe that Spencer had shot that much man juice from a hand job when I realized that I’d already cum too.

While focusing on giving Spencer his pleasure, I’d forgotten all about myself. There I was enjoying playing with his body so much that I came without even touching myself.

“I’m not gonna lie,” Spencer said breathing heavily onto my chest. “That was fucking hot.”

“Who would have thought?” I asked, more to myself than to him. We lay there on top of each other for a few minutes. I was about to doze off when I felt Spencer move.

“I better go to my own bed,” he said. “Listen, thanks for that. I know we said we weren’t going to discuss the findings, but Jesus, man that was great.”

I’m not one who likes talking after sex. My ex girlfriend’s brother had once said that was the advantage of being gay—you didn’t have to. Boy was he wrong, I was finding out.

“I don’t know about you, but that opened up a new world for me,” Spencer said.

“Yeah,” I thought, sleepily. “You’re going to have to return the favor next time.” I suppose I was indicating that there would be a next time. I guessed there would be. There I was, for the first time, enjoying sex with a man. Of course there’d be a next time.

“This is what we should do,” Spencer said. It was a statement and in no way a question. This is what we were going to do. “This whole thing started as an experiment, right? Well how many other guys out there are waiting for their experiment and don’t even know it yet?” I knew where this was going. My older sister and her friend had made a similar list when they’d lost their virginities. “We document each guy we hook up with from now on. We right pros and cons, benefits, the works. We keep a detailed list. And when we’ve obtained a specimen sample, we write him down on a sort of database.”

“A list,” I said. “You want to create a gay list on campus of guys we hook up with?”

“Yep. We cross reference the things we like and don’t like about hooking up with guys. I mean, if we’re going to do this in the name of science, then why not?”

I didn’t know why I agreed with him so much, but for some reason I did. “And for good measure,” I added before dozing off, “If we’re ever low on specimen, we’ll have each other.”

If I thought I was going to get to sleep any time soon, I was wrong. With those words, Spencer came back over into my bed and said “How about I go ahead and repay that favor?” I didn’t argue.