This story is based on real events from my college life, and the years after that leading up to where I am now at age 26. Just warning you that it's not a huge porn brawl, so don't expect cocks to flop in chapter 1 
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Unlike high school, college was the best experience of my life. Gone were the preps, the jocks, the freaks, the hopefuls and the fucking disenfranchised. Away from the peer pressure and social insecurities from their hometowns, everyone seemed to be on equal footing. Everyone eager to meet new people and experience new things. By way of strange events, I even met my best friend in college.
In my sophomore year my grades weren't the best they could be, so I decided to take some easy courses to help raise my GPA. I was born in Venezuela, but moved to the United States shortly after my birth. Because of my heritage and already fluent knowledge of the Spanish language, Spanish class just made sense.
The first day of class was as mundane as ever with introductions and syllabuses galore, when in walked the most flamboyant guy I'd seen at that point in my life. Loud in both personality and attire, with his electric yellow graphic t-shit, teal jeans, and multicolored hi-tops. And of all the bodies in that classroom, he chose to gravitate straight towards me. "Hey, what's your name?" he asks as if a spotlight had been burning in my direction. In a very confused and shocked manner I managed to muster out "D...Dan". That was me, Daniel Vasquez, and I'd never have known then that we'd be friends for life after that.
His name was Will...Will Thompson. He carried a stocky, soft muscular build on his 5'9 frame. I found out that before his highly coveted Freshmen 15 gains that he was a former state-level diver for his high school. Although with his hairy body, I can't imagine he'd tread water all that good. He lived in the campus dorms and made some spending money doing Night-Watch, a sort of student run security for his building, twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10pm until 4am. And twice a week I joined him in good laughs and good times.
He was gay and totally proud of it although his family, a line of conventional Black Christians, didn't approve. At that time I was still adjusting to being known as gay, however I didn't hide the fact if asked, which wasn't too often. But what I was mostly known for was my ambiguous nationality, as no one could quite figure out what I was. My mother is Venezuelan and White, and my father Black and Japanese. Both born and raised American citizens, who's genetic combination created me.
Constantly confused for Middle Eastern, East Indian or Puerto Rican; my naturally tanned skin and strong European features created an everlasting conundrum for onlookers. I stood tall at 6'1", weighing in just under 180lbs. I had a lean, somewhat muscular build due to years of athletics and running. My dark brown eyes matching my soft, wavy dark brown hair that I kept close cropped. Friends often referred to me as J. Lo because of my most standout feature...my ass. It was definitely something noticeable in even the most loose fitting of jeans.
Winter came with a vengeance as is typical of any Michigan winter. The bone-chilling weather seemed to have no effect on the student body, all who were heading out for a night at the bars. A couple hours later while watching a movie during a Night-Watch session we heard a loud bang from outside, followed by the sound of voices. Will and I, looking confused, kept watch on the door as 4 guys came shuffling in moments later. They seemed to be carrying something heavy. As they all stumbled closer to check-in, that something turned out to be someone. Another member of their group who'd gotten pretty wasted and passed out I'd imagine.
"Umm...what the hell happened to Erik?" asked Will in a worried, yet slightly condescending way.
"Haha...this guy couldn't handle his liquor, my man!" laughed one of the ones holding him.
"Just go on ahead. I'll check you guys in. Make sure he's alright." responded Will.
Another of them looked on said "Will do, s..."
!!! SLAM !!!
Before he could complete his sentence, someone lost their grip and the unconscious body met the ground with a heavy thud. The look of "Holy Shit" was displayed across their faces as they mentally started assigning blame to one another. In an instant I rushed toward the fallen soldier, making sure the guy didn't need medical attention. That drop was something serious.
"Hey...buddy...you alright?" every word coming in between quick slaps to the face to try and wake him up. The body started stirring to consciousness at my attempts. A sharp intake of air let me know that he was coming to. A sigh of relief passed throughout the group of guys as his eyes started to open. It was then that I was meet with the most gorgeous set of hazel-green, bedroom eyes. I was so mesmerized that every muscle in my body lost function. Swooning so bad that I hadn't noticed the look of complete confusion formed on his face.
"Who...who are you?" he questioned me while trying to get a grip on his surroundings. His voice was deep, and husky.
"I'm Dan." I answered.
In an instant he burst out in a laughter that bellowed through the mostly empty corridors of the dorms. Everyone looked at us as if they'd missed the punchline to some hilarious inside joke. As quickly as his laugh arrived, it was gone as he passed for what I assumed the second time that night. All was quit as everyone tried to figure out what just took place, when suddenly someone broke.
"Dude what the fuck HAHAHA!!!" screeched one of them in a fit of laughter.
"Take him to you guy's room before something else happens already!" Will was thoroughly annoyed, yet still polite while addressing them.
"YES SIR!!!" said the one who was in the laughing fit, who's name I later learned was Kevin. All 4 bent down to scoop him up with idle chatter happening amongst them. They soon disappeared down a hallway and all was quiet again.
"Don't even think about it..." came Will's voice, jarring me out of my trance.
"What are you talking about?"
"Erik and them. They may be beautiful to look at, but I know how you get with straight guys. And the last thing we need is a repeat of Matthew Shepard, hunny."
"What's that supposed to mean?" a snapped back. I was met only with a stern look.
He knew me all too well. A ton of my college hook-ups have been straight men, and I use that term loosely. The weird thing is that we haven't been able to figure out why 9 times out of 10 they approach me, rather than the other way around. The end result, however, is usually the same...someone ends up crying and bleeding. But that's neither here nor there.
"Yeah, yeah ok." I said with a chuckle and we continued watching our movie, only looking up occasionally to check-in the random student or group.
Two movies, good music and a ton of junk food later it was fast approaching 4am. I helped Will pack up for the night, I said my goodbyes. Class was a 10am, and I knew I was gonna pay for staying up this late in the morning. Right before stepping out of the dorms the urge to purge all of those liquids hit me like a ton of bricks. Though every dorm room had it's own bathroom, there were still public bathrooms on each floor. That in mind I made a b-line toward them.
Halfway through what seemed like the longest piss on Earth, the door to the bathroom opened ever so creepy. The fact that I was in a public restroom hadn't set in and I'd seen one too many horror movies were someone bites it in the bathroom so was trying desperately to stop the flow so as to not give my position away (yeah I'm a piece of work sometimes). The force was strong. I couldn't stop it. The noise continued. I let out a defeated sign.
Finally finishing, I cautiously exited the stall to see a guy slumped over the sinks. In a span of about 5 seconds I'd done a complete scan of this guys body. He was barefoot in light blue basketball shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt. His legs, coated with a dense layer of brownish-blonde hair, were finely muscled. Every tendon and vein present and accounted for. The legs led up to what looked like a pretty decent ass. And moving on past his seemingly solid back were his arms and shoulders. Very strong looking, and without the signs of gym rat fever. Overall an amazing runners body topped off with a head of shaggy brownish-blonde hair. I couldn't make out his face and was pressed for time, so I decided to just slip by unnoticed. At least that was the plan.
"That was a mighty long snake drain you had." said a familiar, deep voice.
"Yeah well you know, when you gotta go you gotta go." I said as I turned around and load my eyes on him. On mister hazel-green eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous.
His face was slender and angular. He had a strong chin with a heavy layer of 5 o'clock shadow. The specs of blonde hair in the brown overlay glinting in the light. His cheekbones were high, met with a strong roman nose leading down to thin lips that had a hint of seduction to them. His skin colored a rich olive, due to what looked like an Italian lineage. He was sexy without even trying and I loved every second of it.
"Dan, right?"
"Huh...?"
"Dan...that's your name right? You were smacking me up out there earlier."
"Yeah I'm sorry about that, man. I was just making sure you were ok."
"Don't worry about it. I was so damn drunk I didn't know what was what. I'm Erik." he said as he stretched out his hand.
"Nice to meet you." I reached out and shook his hand. A very firm grip with light callouses. As I came in closer I realized he was a couple inches taller than my 6'1.
"Alright well I should be going. Early morning for me, so...I'll catch you later or something." I nervously said as his masculine smell invaded my senses. It was jarring that this guy was having this kind of effect on me.
"Yeah...or something..." were his last words before I quickly left and made my way out of the dorms.
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Where Have You Been?
Chapter 1: Who...who are you?
Where Have You Been?
Chapter 1: Who...who are you?
Unlike high school, college was the best experience of my life. Gone were the preps, the jocks, the freaks, the hopefuls and the fucking disenfranchised. Away from the peer pressure and social insecurities from their hometowns, everyone seemed to be on equal footing. Everyone eager to meet new people and experience new things. By way of strange events, I even met my best friend in college.
In my sophomore year my grades weren't the best they could be, so I decided to take some easy courses to help raise my GPA. I was born in Venezuela, but moved to the United States shortly after my birth. Because of my heritage and already fluent knowledge of the Spanish language, Spanish class just made sense.
The first day of class was as mundane as ever with introductions and syllabuses galore, when in walked the most flamboyant guy I'd seen at that point in my life. Loud in both personality and attire, with his electric yellow graphic t-shit, teal jeans, and multicolored hi-tops. And of all the bodies in that classroom, he chose to gravitate straight towards me. "Hey, what's your name?" he asks as if a spotlight had been burning in my direction. In a very confused and shocked manner I managed to muster out "D...Dan". That was me, Daniel Vasquez, and I'd never have known then that we'd be friends for life after that.
His name was Will...Will Thompson. He carried a stocky, soft muscular build on his 5'9 frame. I found out that before his highly coveted Freshmen 15 gains that he was a former state-level diver for his high school. Although with his hairy body, I can't imagine he'd tread water all that good. He lived in the campus dorms and made some spending money doing Night-Watch, a sort of student run security for his building, twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10pm until 4am. And twice a week I joined him in good laughs and good times.
He was gay and totally proud of it although his family, a line of conventional Black Christians, didn't approve. At that time I was still adjusting to being known as gay, however I didn't hide the fact if asked, which wasn't too often. But what I was mostly known for was my ambiguous nationality, as no one could quite figure out what I was. My mother is Venezuelan and White, and my father Black and Japanese. Both born and raised American citizens, who's genetic combination created me.
Constantly confused for Middle Eastern, East Indian or Puerto Rican; my naturally tanned skin and strong European features created an everlasting conundrum for onlookers. I stood tall at 6'1", weighing in just under 180lbs. I had a lean, somewhat muscular build due to years of athletics and running. My dark brown eyes matching my soft, wavy dark brown hair that I kept close cropped. Friends often referred to me as J. Lo because of my most standout feature...my ass. It was definitely something noticeable in even the most loose fitting of jeans.
Winter came with a vengeance as is typical of any Michigan winter. The bone-chilling weather seemed to have no effect on the student body, all who were heading out for a night at the bars. A couple hours later while watching a movie during a Night-Watch session we heard a loud bang from outside, followed by the sound of voices. Will and I, looking confused, kept watch on the door as 4 guys came shuffling in moments later. They seemed to be carrying something heavy. As they all stumbled closer to check-in, that something turned out to be someone. Another member of their group who'd gotten pretty wasted and passed out I'd imagine.
"Umm...what the hell happened to Erik?" asked Will in a worried, yet slightly condescending way.
"Haha...this guy couldn't handle his liquor, my man!" laughed one of the ones holding him.
"Just go on ahead. I'll check you guys in. Make sure he's alright." responded Will.
Another of them looked on said "Will do, s..."
!!! SLAM !!!
Before he could complete his sentence, someone lost their grip and the unconscious body met the ground with a heavy thud. The look of "Holy Shit" was displayed across their faces as they mentally started assigning blame to one another. In an instant I rushed toward the fallen soldier, making sure the guy didn't need medical attention. That drop was something serious.
"Hey...buddy...you alright?" every word coming in between quick slaps to the face to try and wake him up. The body started stirring to consciousness at my attempts. A sharp intake of air let me know that he was coming to. A sigh of relief passed throughout the group of guys as his eyes started to open. It was then that I was meet with the most gorgeous set of hazel-green, bedroom eyes. I was so mesmerized that every muscle in my body lost function. Swooning so bad that I hadn't noticed the look of complete confusion formed on his face.
"Who...who are you?" he questioned me while trying to get a grip on his surroundings. His voice was deep, and husky.
"I'm Dan." I answered.
In an instant he burst out in a laughter that bellowed through the mostly empty corridors of the dorms. Everyone looked at us as if they'd missed the punchline to some hilarious inside joke. As quickly as his laugh arrived, it was gone as he passed for what I assumed the second time that night. All was quit as everyone tried to figure out what just took place, when suddenly someone broke.
"Dude what the fuck HAHAHA!!!" screeched one of them in a fit of laughter.
"Take him to you guy's room before something else happens already!" Will was thoroughly annoyed, yet still polite while addressing them.
"YES SIR!!!" said the one who was in the laughing fit, who's name I later learned was Kevin. All 4 bent down to scoop him up with idle chatter happening amongst them. They soon disappeared down a hallway and all was quiet again.
"Don't even think about it..." came Will's voice, jarring me out of my trance.
"What are you talking about?"
"Erik and them. They may be beautiful to look at, but I know how you get with straight guys. And the last thing we need is a repeat of Matthew Shepard, hunny."
"What's that supposed to mean?" a snapped back. I was met only with a stern look.
He knew me all too well. A ton of my college hook-ups have been straight men, and I use that term loosely. The weird thing is that we haven't been able to figure out why 9 times out of 10 they approach me, rather than the other way around. The end result, however, is usually the same...someone ends up crying and bleeding. But that's neither here nor there.
"Yeah, yeah ok." I said with a chuckle and we continued watching our movie, only looking up occasionally to check-in the random student or group.
Two movies, good music and a ton of junk food later it was fast approaching 4am. I helped Will pack up for the night, I said my goodbyes. Class was a 10am, and I knew I was gonna pay for staying up this late in the morning. Right before stepping out of the dorms the urge to purge all of those liquids hit me like a ton of bricks. Though every dorm room had it's own bathroom, there were still public bathrooms on each floor. That in mind I made a b-line toward them.
Halfway through what seemed like the longest piss on Earth, the door to the bathroom opened ever so creepy. The fact that I was in a public restroom hadn't set in and I'd seen one too many horror movies were someone bites it in the bathroom so was trying desperately to stop the flow so as to not give my position away (yeah I'm a piece of work sometimes). The force was strong. I couldn't stop it. The noise continued. I let out a defeated sign.
Finally finishing, I cautiously exited the stall to see a guy slumped over the sinks. In a span of about 5 seconds I'd done a complete scan of this guys body. He was barefoot in light blue basketball shorts and a tight fitting white t-shirt. His legs, coated with a dense layer of brownish-blonde hair, were finely muscled. Every tendon and vein present and accounted for. The legs led up to what looked like a pretty decent ass. And moving on past his seemingly solid back were his arms and shoulders. Very strong looking, and without the signs of gym rat fever. Overall an amazing runners body topped off with a head of shaggy brownish-blonde hair. I couldn't make out his face and was pressed for time, so I decided to just slip by unnoticed. At least that was the plan.
"That was a mighty long snake drain you had." said a familiar, deep voice.
"Yeah well you know, when you gotta go you gotta go." I said as I turned around and load my eyes on him. On mister hazel-green eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous.
His face was slender and angular. He had a strong chin with a heavy layer of 5 o'clock shadow. The specs of blonde hair in the brown overlay glinting in the light. His cheekbones were high, met with a strong roman nose leading down to thin lips that had a hint of seduction to them. His skin colored a rich olive, due to what looked like an Italian lineage. He was sexy without even trying and I loved every second of it.
"Dan, right?"
"Huh...?"
"Dan...that's your name right? You were smacking me up out there earlier."
"Yeah I'm sorry about that, man. I was just making sure you were ok."
"Don't worry about it. I was so damn drunk I didn't know what was what. I'm Erik." he said as he stretched out his hand.
"Nice to meet you." I reached out and shook his hand. A very firm grip with light callouses. As I came in closer I realized he was a couple inches taller than my 6'1.
"Alright well I should be going. Early morning for me, so...I'll catch you later or something." I nervously said as his masculine smell invaded my senses. It was jarring that this guy was having this kind of effect on me.
"Yeah...or something..." were his last words before I quickly left and made my way out of the dorms.
