Look What I Have
Despite the open jar of Marmite - a tar-like substance was apparently “mashed yeast”- there was no sign of Cedrick when Ben returned from the
. That was good because when Cedrick was in the room, he walked around in his underwear. And Cedrick was hot. Ben hadn’t been especially impressed when they’d met but later that night, once Cedrick had disrobed for bed, Ben forced himself to look away. Cedrick slept in his briefs, and Ben could even make out his morning erection. Cedrick was a heavy sleeper, which worked out well since it enabled Ben to jerk off while staring at his half-naked body. Campus Center
Besides the impressive anatomy, Cedrick appeared to be a nice guy. He had apologized about the smoking and promised to only smoke when seated in front of an open window. It wasn't the ideal compromise but Ben had been willing to give it a try.
Cedrick, in turn, didn’t mind Ben playing Joni Mitchell over and over again, though he was a bit bewildered for why Ben liked her so much. Ben couldn’t answer. Cedrick drew the line at Enya, and when Ben had asked why, Cedrick shrugged and said, “She’s Irish.” Cedrick’s thick Northern accent was so adorable that it made Ben more amenable to his suggestions.
Ben lay down on his bed and started to look at the papers he’d jammed in his back pocket he’d picked up at the UGLBA table He studied the Newsletter for the University Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Community: there was a movie on Thursday night at the Diversity Center office, wherever that was: a showing of “Torch Song Trilogy.” Maybe he’d go to that. Maybe not. He had until Thursday to make up his mind.
Ben noticed a pair of Cedrick’s briefs discarded on the floor. He locked the door of the room, picked up the underwear, put it to his nose and inhaled.