The Life After--Part Five--Jonathan and Friends Part 1

After my freshman year of college concluded, I saw that it was needful for me to obtain another place of residence.

My best girl friends both lived in a singles complex next to Gold's Gym. I loved hanging out with them and I thought that it would be great if I moved closer to them--since we were spending every single day and night together. We were all inseparable--and to this day, I love those two girlfriends more than anything in the world.

I moved into my new apartment and I was excited to get to know my new roommates. As I was walking down the hall to my room carrying an armful of clothes and other sundries, I bumped into Jonathan.

"Hey!" He shouted. "I'm Jon."

I was a little caught off-guard. He was pretty friendly.

"Hey," I said and tried to free my hand to shake his.

"Oh, don't worry about it. We can get to know each other later."

Jon turned and walked down the hall and out the front door.

Strange, I thought. He was friendly. Maybe a little too friendly. I distinctly remember the "Twilight Zone" theme start to play. However, Jon seemed like he was a smart and happy guy. He was tall, lean and had a great smile.

"Meh," I said and continued to unpack. "It's probably nothing. I mean, what are the chances of living with a gay guy, right?"

Later that night, as I was just finishing up my move, I heard a loud commotion coming from the living room. It sounded as if there was Frat party going on. There were shouts, screams, and...giggles of delight?

I ran/walked to the front room to be greeted by about 7 shirtless guys. Jonathan was in the middle of them and they were all just hanging out.

"Andy!" Jon exclaimed,"What to go swimming with us?"

I blushed. "Oh," I stammered. "I...can't. I don't have a swimsuit."

One of the guys perked up. "Well, you don't need one, do you?"

They all laughed.

"Well," Jon continued. "If you want to come and join us, you are more than welcome."

"Okay," I quickly replied. "Have fun!"

With that, the Shirtless Seven dashed out the door and to the complex swimming pool. As they did, I crossed to the balcony window to watch them run with glee and jump into the warm waters. Were they all gay? They seemed like it. But, I mean...don't straight guys play together in the pool? I laughed out loud. No, straight guys don't "play" in the pool together at all.

Later that night, I learned a little more about the friends that Jon invited over and who Jonathan was. It wouldn't be until a few months later that Jonathan became more than just a roommate or good friend to me. He would become something much more...

~End Part 5