New to New York City and unaccustomed to Western culture, Adam is surprised to find that his roommate is openly gay, and he is even more surprised at how freely and eagerly he flaunts his sexual escapades. With only one small room separating the two roommates, Adam has a season ticket to the very erotic nightly entertainment that his roommate and lover provide. Adam's roommate introduces him to several eligible bachelors, but Adam has little interest in the men who find him more than a little attractive. Adam's roommate thinks nothing of Adam's reluctance to date, owing his hesitation to the hard work required of medical school at Columbia University and also to cultural differences, until he discovers the true reason for Adam’s reluctance.
Adam hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep until he was awakened to what sounded like grunting noises coming from Smitty’s room.
“Give me that tight little ass of yours. You know you want it.” “Uh,” Smitty grunted. “That’s it, baby. Get ready for my hard, thick cock. Fuck it, baby.” “Shit, Joe. I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Joe pushed all the way in and started pumping Smitty’s cock at the same time. “No, baby. I am coming tonight.”
Joe’s somewhat sinister laugh made Adam sit up in his bed. Is Smitty being raped? The grunts continued and so did the very explicitly sexual talk.
Adam heard more kissing and more words of two people who were obviously in love.
When the alarm sounded in Smitty’s room, Adam sat straight up in his bed, dazed. His heart was beating so fast that he had a hard time catching his breath. Once the buzzing noise stopped, Adam realized that it was Joe’s alarm. Adam could barely hear the kissing over his own loud heartbeat, but he heard Joe tell Smitty that he loved him and then he heard the door open and close. Adam looked down at his nightshirt. It was soaked. “I’m sweating,” he said, louder than he had planned. But I feel so very cold. Adam lay back down and pulled the blanket over him. His heart beat even faster when he lay down, so he sat up again. He felt dizzy.
Smitty could hear the water of Adam’s shower and wished that it would stop. He looked at the clock. He didn’t have to get up for at least another three hours. The water stopped, but Adam then turned the light on in his room. “Oh, man,” Smitty groaned.
Smitty forced himself to get out of bed, and he stumbled toward Adam’s room. He was going to quietly close Adam’s door when he noticed Adam sitting on his bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and he was shivering. “You okay, man?” Adam looked up. His eyes looked glazed. Smitty was not a doctor, yet, but he had spent enough time with his friend, Brighton, to know that Adam was not well. Hell, he could have seen that without any medical exposure. “I’m okay.” “I don’t think so, man. You’re shivering and sweating at the same time. That’s not a sign of okay, my friend.”