The Doctor is In

Inside the hall you see a lot more people now. The place must have been half full now. The huge roly-poly form of Mama Rose, in a fashion disaster black dress with a bright pink rose pattern splayed across it, was rushing this way and that trying to help all the new young men get settled in. She was in the center of a whirlwind of activity, and she seemed happy as a clam.

Seeing Charlie holding his shoulder and limping she rushes up. "Oh, what happened sweet thing?"

"I fell." Charlie says quietly.

You chuckle. "Sweet thing? Am I a sweet thing too Mama Rose?"

She gives you an exaggerated 'hubba hubba' sort of look up and down your rugged physique. "Honey, if Mama Rose was thirty years younger I'd show you what a sweet thing you were." She growls like a hungry tiger.

You burst out laughing as she smiles and heads off to help some other hapless freshman. The way you heard Colleges were she could probably get in trouble just for saying that, she didn't seem to care. Among her boys she was in her element.

"Oh my god, she's awesome." You say.

Charlie giggles. "She pinched my cheeks when I moved in." Both of you laugh as you continue on your way.

You help Charlie up the three flights of stairs. Your strong hands holding him by his shoulder and left elbow. He accepts your help gladly, leaning into you whenever he needed to. You were really starting to worry about his knee, it might be worse than you initially thought.

"Do you want to see a doctor? I could drive you, I have truck." You offer.

He shakes his head and grunts. "No, I just want to rest."

"Well...let me look at it at least."

You might not have taken classes yet but you'd done some reading as it was a genuine interest of yours, plus you'd been on the receiving end of treatment various times over the years. You walk through the common room where three guys were chilling out. You notice Luiz sitting in the exact spot from yesterday and you give him a nod of acknowledgement. He gives a little two finger wave back.

You get into the room and help your roommate onto his bed. He sits on the edge of his bed gripping the edge of the mattress slouched forward, his legs hanging over the side. "Thanks." He says.

You look at him with concern. "Charlie, I was serious. Would you let me look at your knee? I'd just like to check a few things. It could be a serious injury."

He looks up at you and is quiet.

You say in your most disarming tone. "Um...I know, your privacy. Uh, do you have any shorts you could wear or maybe your bath robe? In your jeans I can't..."

He says in his soft voice. "You're worried about me."

You weren't sure if that was a question or a statement. Leave it to Charlie to make an awkward situation even more so. "Well, kinda. I mean I feel kind of responsible. And, this is what I'm going to be studying. I swear, I'll be gentle. I just need to see the knee, that's all."

He nods. "Okay Jonathan...okay..." He sits a long moment without moving, as if he was turning something over in his mind.

"Would you like me to leave? While you get changed?"

He shakes his head. He starts to undo his jeans, unfastening each button of his button fly slowly and deliberately. As if each button was a separate monumental decision he had to make. It is quiet in the room, every second felt like a minute. This was a big deal for Charlie, you felt for the poor guy.

You grab your desk chair and position it between the beds facing Charlie's bed. You then go and lock the door as you try to lighten the mood. "There, no one will walk in. Don't worry Charlie, like I said when I met you. I've seen it all. You ever notice those gross old men that hang out in change rooms? Fuck, they're always naked."

He lets out a little halfhearted laugh, appreciating your attempt.

He stands and turns away from you and grabs the waist of his pants...and stops. He just stops.

You let out a sympathetic sigh. "Hey, you know what. It's okay. We don't have to do this buddy. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious."

"No...I want you to. I want to." He says in a voice you could barely hear. "It's just...it's only my second day and...I'm not allowed...I'm not allowed to..." He trails off.

You cock your head. What the hell? "Not allowed? Not allowed what?"

"Um...I'm not supposed to..." Nothing more was forthcoming.

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about. I know you said you had a medical thing. But...you're your own man Charlie. We're out on our own now. No more parent's rules."

"No more parent's rules..." He repeats to himself.

You couldn't help wonder why you were trying so hard to get this man's pants off. Sure you were worried about him, but...that wasn't it. You soften your tone. "It's okay Charlie."

In a whisper he says. "Okay Jonathan."

The trust he was showing you, a man he just met 24 hours ago, touched your heart. This couldn't be easy for him.

He lets go of the waistband of his loose fit jeans and allows them to fall to his ankles. He steps out of them and kicks them off to the side. He stood still as he worked up his nerve. His back was still turned to you...and you were mesmerized.

You didn't mean to, you really didn't mean to, but you couldn't help but stare. You had told the truth, over the years you'd seen it all in the various change rooms and locker rooms...but you hadn't seen this. His butt it...it wasn't... You were so confused. You KNEW he was a guy, you'd seen the bulge, but from behind...from behind he did not look like a guy at all, at least from the waist down. He had a curve to his hips, his smooth pale legs had a shapeliness to them, his ass was...it was beautiful! It was fucking beautiful! He wore tight men's briefs which only acted to highlight the differences from what he was supposed to look like. His cute bubble butt was rounder, wider than it should be...it was the ass of a woman. And a fine woman's ass at that! It wasn't as big and pronounced as Samantha's but it had a cute attraction all its own.

You consciously had to remind yourself who this was in front of you. Your **** brain though...it liked what it saw!

He turns back toward you, his head was down and you could see that furious blush through his bangs. Looking back down you see...yeah, he was a guy all right, no doubt about it. Fuck...and what a guy!

You can't help but let out a guffaw. Now that you had a closer look, wow! His prodigious bulge was outlined pretty well through his tight underwear. Hell, it likely rivaled your own, and you were the biggest guy you knew.

"Jesus Christ Charlie! You are hung my man!"

He shifts uncomfortably and looks down toward his pants. You throw up your hands. "Sorry, sorry! I shouldn't have said that." You smile at his blushing face. "It was a compliment. I mean, it's not the axe but how you swing it but...it helps to have a big axe." You laugh. "Dude, you are going to be a hit with the girls. I am telling you."

You pat the bed. "Okay, sit down." You interlink your fingers and stretch them out as you take your seat. "The doctor is in."