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The small room was crowded, with about 20 of his fellow freshman—some with faces he recognized, some with ones he didn’t—sitting on the floor, cross-legged, most of whom had some kind of alcohol in their hand. The excitement was palpable, the room abuzz.
“What’s going on?” Matt asked, confused by the setup.
“Just sit down and get comfortable,” said a voice. He looked over towards the corner of the room and saw that the speaker was Seth Johnson, one of the inhabitants of room 216 and the craziest person he’d met so far. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Matt shrugged and sat down, taking a spot as far away as possible from the others, near the door. He didn’t take part in the limited conversation. He was content to watch the others. He’d always been more of an observer than a participant. That was just the way he rolled.
He took a sip of his drink and grimaced a bit as it went down. It was a strong-ass drink, with four full shots of vodka mixed in. A few drinks later, the bottle was half-empty and he was already starting to get a nice buzz going.
Five minutes later Seth nodded to Andy Leonard, his roommate, who was on the other side of the room. Andy nodded back, then turned and locked the door.
“Is everybody ready?” Seth asked, a wicked little grin on his face.
“Fuck yeah,” someone replied immediately. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
The rest of the room broke out in nervous laughter and a few other threw out their own versions of the same sentiment.
Meanwhile, Matt just sat and watched, feeling a bit weird about the situation. Something didn’t seem quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The good thing was, he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about him, so if things did indeed get too weird, he’d have no problem bailing out in a heartbeat, regardless of the catcalls he’d receive.
“All right, everybody shut up,” Seth said.
For the most part, the room complied.
There was another round of cheers as Seth grabbed something off the bookshelf and held it up above his head as though it was The Holy Grail itself. Matt realized it was a videotape.
“Behold!” Seth said. “Every young man’s dream! The reason why we all came to college!”
“What is it?” someone called out.
“What the fuck do you think it is?” Seth said. “It’s a fucking porno!”
The room erupted in cheers once again.
Matt shifted in his seat. He was no stranger to porn—he’d seen a few movies in high school—but he wasn’t real big on watching it in a roomful of young men, and relative strangers at that. But he took another sip of his punch and vodka mixture and decided to ride it out for the time being.
Seth slipped the videotape into the VCR and addressed the crowd. “Are you guys ready to see some tits and ass!” he bellowed.
The crowd roared “YES!” in unison, all except for Matt, who was still content to observe.
Seth pressed play and the video began.
It was a typical mid-90’s porno, with cheesy production values and a lame attempt at a plot. The pizza delivery boy delivered a pizza to a stacked blonde with huge fake tits and a tiny little body wearing nothing but lingerie as she greeted him at the door. Less than a minute later they both had their clothes off and were going at it with reckless abandon.
Meanwhile, the room was buzzing more than ever. The young men were playing their part, laughing and chattering and throwing out catcalls every once in a while.
Matt was still feeling pretty uncomfortable, but not quite enough to take the step of leaving. At least, not yet. Despite knowing better, he was enjoying the movie, as he always had, turned on by the sheer nastiness on the screen and able to dismiss the cheesiness.
The group of young men in the room with him were a p
roblem, yes, but not a big enough one for him to leave. It wasn’t like he had a television in his dorm room, let alone a VCR. And even if he did, he still wouldn’t have access to the kind of movies he was watching right now. Being in the company of twenty other young men was definitely an issue, but not a big enough one yet to cause a problem.
And then that all changed.
Always the ringleader, Seth pressed pause on the movie. He’d caught it at a horrible time (or perfect, if you thought he was just messing with everyone, as Matt did) with the camera focusing solely on the male talent’s face, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he gave it to his female co-star.
A round of grunts and curses filled the room.
“Just hold on one minute,” Seth said. His mouth was turned up in a wry smile and he looked very pleased with himself. It was obvious he loved the attention.
