Tom meets his roommate

The halls were quiet, the calm before the inevitable storm. Most of the new students hadn't yet arrived, but Tom didn't mind having the time to explore his new home. He found his room easily, his key slotting into the lock and clicking it open. Stepping inside, his eyes immediately landed on the second bed. It was empty, its owner yet to arrive, and Tom let out a sigh of relief.

He dropped his suitcase next to the bed and began unpacking. Placing his clothes in the closet, taking his time to fold and arrange each item. A few minutes later, a noise in the hallway caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder, his hands still on his clothes, his blue eyes landing on a muscular young man. He was tall, at least 6 feet, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His arms and legs were well-defined, showcasing a clear commitment to fitness. Tom's gaze lingered for a moment on the other student's crotch, where he could clearly see a promising outline through the jeans. The young man was wearing a tight tank top that showed off his large biceps, and his brown hair was trimmed short.

Tom smiled politely, "Hey there. Are you my new roommate?"

"I sure am. I'm Chad, nice to meet ya." He walked towards Tom and stuck out his hand.

Tom took the offered hand and shook it, "Hi, I'm Tom."

Chad's eyes scanned the shorter man's body, pausing on his ass. Tom noticed, and couldn't resist putting on a little show. He bent over slowly, pretending to search for something under his bed. The movement was deliberate, meant to emphasize the plumpness of his bubble butt. The jeans hugged the smooth, round globes tightly, leaving little to the imagination. Tom smiled as he saw the outline of Chad's cock grow more pronounced in his jeans.

"Stop that gay shit and keep your faggoty ass away from me. I'm fucking straight dude!" Chad blurted, his eyes filled with disgust.

Tom laughed, "Oh come on, bro. We're just getting to know each other. No need to be so serious."

"I'm fucking serious, dude. Don't touch me." Chad retorted, his tone growing angrier.

Tom shook his head and sighed. He wasn't surprised by the reaction, but he was disappointed.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tom said, his voice calm.

Chad's broad shoulders relaxed a bit, his expression softening.

"Just keep your hands to yourself and we won't have a problem."

"Don't worry, I won't." Tom reassured him, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Tom turned away, hiding his smirk. His mind was racing with possibilities. He was determined to turn the homophobic Chad gay, and he was confident he could do it. The jock was clearly attracted to him, and Tom knew his feminine hourglass figure could work wonders on straight alpha boys.