As he lowered his kickstand with just his backpack on his back, Mark was ready to start his new life. He'd grown up in a single parent family where their meals were provided by food stamps and clothing by the Salvation Army. At a young age as he laid in bed at night with hunger pains, he told himself that he would not live this lifestyle beyond what was needed. By the time he graduated high school, he was a straight A student, and had been awarded an academic scholarship to the University. That didn't mean that he spent all of his time studying because Universities wanted well rounded kids. He played a couple sports and did well. He also worked to make money. Most of his income went to the family account but he held money back for himself and for a rainy day. Mark would work on construction sites on weekends cleaning up a weeks worth of mess. He liked the time to think and get a good hard work out of lifting and stacking. Over the summers, he would work with the crews, learning a trade and making more money. When he was 15, he bought his first motorcycle. Right before he left for college, his boss, Mr. Cathcart had bought him or helped him buy a new one. It was a Harley Davidson, used but in real good shape. His leather jacket and jeans clung to his muscled body as he walked up to the registration area. he walked in and found the place full of parents taking care of their kiddos. Mark's mom had been passed out on a chair in the living room with the TV on when he left. She didn't say "goodbye" or wish him luck. Mark was 18 and an adult so he could sign everything. He had done the work to get here, he had earned the scholarship and he was going to pick his own classes. As he made his way through the lines and listened to the parents trying to dole out words of wisdom in a crash course on being an adult, he worked hard not to laugh. Class schedules, Financial aid, and Housing all gave him the stamp of approval before he made his way to the dorm. It was co-ed but divided by floors. He would share a room and bathroom with one other person, Doug Peters. When Doug walked in, Doug was there with his mom and dad. They looked at Mark with his motorcycle helmet and leather jacket and kind of freaked out. They controlled their comments while they said hello and asked questions about needing help with carrying up his stuff, meeting his parents and where he was from. They didn't gain much comfort with his answers. Mark could also tell that Doug's mom was conflicted with the potential harm or bad habits that may come from Mark, but she also kept looking at the bulge in his jeans and how it extended down his leg a bit. Mark was a good kid but a bad boy. He could shoot pool like a pro, he could play cards with skill, he had been propositioned by a number of women both at school and then the older ones outside of school. Mark was skilled in bed and had been trained will by some very experienced ladies in the physical and mental aspects of sex. He knew he was the guy that most women desired as a lover but not as a husband. That suit his needs just fine since he wasn't looking for a wife but didn't mind having fun in bed. Doug and his dad were going to go down and get another load or two from the car while Doug's mom was going to stay and make the bed and put away his things. She tried some small talk but Mark said that it had been a long ride to the school and needed a shower. He dumped out his stuff on the bed and took his travel kit and clean underwear with him. He didn't have a towel yet and when he stopped, she asked if he was alright. "I still need to get sheets, towels and such. I couldn't fit that in my bag." he said. She handed him a towel and said, "We will be taking Doug to dinner tonight if you want to join us. I'm sure we will find some things he needs and be going by the store if you want to ride with us. We will have room in car for your things." Taking the towel he said, "Thank you, Mrs. Peters. I know you are worried about me and my background but I'm here on an academic scholarship to get an education. I grew up without parents guiding me along so I'm not always the most polite or pliable person. If Doug decides to sow his wild oats, that his his call not me pushing him. To be honest, I prefer more experienced women to the girls that will be out drunk looking for a guy to fall into bed with." With that, he stripped naked while she watched and then he took his change of clothes, travel kit and towel into the bathroom and closed the door. She hadn't said anything but did unconsciously lick her lips as his cock swung between his legs as he changed out of his clothes. As he stepped under the hot water, he wondered if she would try to get Doug to bring home his roommate for the holidays. He could see the look in her eyes but there were always dreams and fantasies. He doubted anything would ever happen beyond that for Mrs. Peters.