I looked around. 'I'm sitting in a room full of fags,' I thought, smiling at the guys as I looked around, pretending to like them. 'Do I really want to be here?' I took a deep breath and waited for the professor to give us the next instructions.
"Ok - let's take it from the top of page 18," he said. The music started and we started singing.
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I had transferred to USF after two years at the Boston Conservatory of Music. Look - not all that unusual to find gay guys in the Music Department - I understand that, I do. But I left Boston because I was tired of guys hitting on me. Yet, here I am, right back in the middle of a bunch of guys who want to bag "the straight one."
I'm Marc. 5 weeks away from 21 years old - Sophomore - Vocal Performance major with a double in Business Economics. I like to sing - and, obviously, I'm good at it or I wouldn't be riding a scholarship, right?
I'm 6'1", '185 pounds of lean college-boy muscle' (as one guy called me in Boston), brown hair (cropped short), blue eyes and killer teeth (thanks to the orthodontist). For the most part, I'm straight. I mean, no one would ever know that I had THOUGHT about a guy's body before. I mean, really... who hasn't? I've been playing sports my whole life... been around naked guys since I can remember... and as we grew up together we, well, we GREW UP together. So, I'm on the wrestling team, which is a big thing because I'm really good at it. Ranked 12th in the state and hoping to break into the top 10 by next year. And I'm not anorexic or any of that shit, so don't even ask. But you can't wrestle with another guy and not admire his body and what he does FOR his body. I've just never gone past that admiration stage.
But snap back to the rehearsal...
"Ok, ladies... please stand and let's work on your portion on page 22," Dr. Sumner said.
About half the guys stood up with the women. "Oh girl! hehe Sister! haha You're so cute!"
"Very funny, gentlemen. Please sit down so I can work with the REAL women in the room." [laughter and cat-calls]
As the fags sat down, I stood up, walked right in front of Dr. Sumner, and left the practice room. I'm not in the mood for this shit today.
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The house I share with three other guys isn't huge, but it was a good size for us. We each had a room and two other guys shared a bathroom. As I said, I'm here on a scholarship, but I don't have to live on campus. My grandparents left me some money and I'm choosing to spend it living off campus... WITHOUT my parents' approval, I should add.
The house is a short bike ride away, so I stowed my bike in the dining room which is where we leave all our shit... I mean, why do four college guys need a dining room? I got a bottle of water from the fridge and then went to my room.
'What's your problem today?' I asked myself out loud.
No one else is home because they're all in class, as I should be... but I have a bug up my ass and I just can't figure it out.
I put my bookbag on the floor and started kicking-off my shoes. Shorts, jockstrap, shirt, socks - OFF - and I'm standing in front of the mirror naked.
Damn... I haven't fucked anyone in a long time. What? Three months? What's wrong with me? I can go anywhere and get some pussy. I mean, look at me! I rubbed my hands down my chest and promised my cock that I was gonna' jerk the biggest load ever!
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and started working my almost hard cock. I'm not that hairy anyway, but because of wrestling, I'm hairless except for my pubes... trimmed, but a little bit of a bush right above my cock. I like the way it looks.
Gina used to work my hairless balls... taking them in her mouth... I liked it when she did that and I thought of it as I rolled my smooth balls around in my left hand. But Samantha... now THERE was a wild one. That bitch stuck her tongue in my ass! And I loved it. Fuck! I got more lube and rubbed my smooth, shaved asshole. MMM - felt good.
I could see my ass in the mirror on the wall behind me and focused on all that muscle... thinking of ramming my hard cock into some tight pussy. I was close... and then, I held it as long as I could, letting it build and boil in my nuts... 1, 2, 3, 4... UNGH - "FUCK!" I yelled. I hit the mirror with the first 3 jets and then shot another couple on the carpet. I loved my orgasms. Gina said she could feel it from her pussy to the back of her throat it was so powerful. I smiled at that thought.
Whew. I looked at my ass in the mirror again and saw something move just outside the window. 'Is that someone out there watching me? Fuckin-A! It is!'
I pretended not to see him cuz I wanted to catch him, yes I did. Grabbing a towel, I cleaned my hand and cock and headed for the bathroom. I grabbed a pair of shorts from the hamper to go catch this pervert.
I quietly opened the sliding glass door in the back and headed around the back to the side where my bedroom is. The mother-fucker was still outside my window! I looked around - no one would be able to see him because of all the bushes... how many times had he been there? I couldn't tell who it was, but he was a big fucker, that's for sure. I ain't scared. I got right up behind him and grabbed him into a choke hold.
"So, watching a show, huh?" I asked him. He grabbed my arms, but his hands were slick... and I noticed his pants were down and HE was jacking off, too.
I pushed him away and he turned around. Holy fuck - "Greg, what the fuck?"
Greg is our neighbor one house over. Married, 26, muscular, a construction manager or some shit like that. He moved his mouth like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He pulled his shorts up and looked around like he was going to run, but he knew he couldn't get away from me.
"Bryce told me I could borrow your hedge trimmers," he finally said. "I was heading to the shed when..." he stopped and looked down, then back up. "Hey, I'm sorry about this. I... I..."
"Dude. Really?" I really wasn't mad anymore and, when his eyes went to my crotch, I realized I was still throbbing hard. "Look - get the clippers and go get yourself off at your own house, ok?" He nodded, his head down. "If I see you over here again, not only will I OUT you, but I'll come beat your fucking ass, got it?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry about this... I..."
I interrupted him. "JUST FUCKING GO!" I yelled.
He jumped when I yelled, which made me smile. Pussy. Now who's the man, huh?
I swallowed hard from yelling and realized I'd grazed my vocal chords by not using my diaphram. Great... now my throat was sore!
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I went in, finished cleaning up, then went to check the mail. An official-looking letter addressed to me from my grandparents' lawyer. See... I get a monthly check from a trust. When I turn 21 in five weeks, the whole thing will be mine, but until then I just get a monthly check.
My cell phone rang before I could open the letter.
"'Lo, this is Marc," I said.
"Mr. Gaston, please hold for Mr. Evans." Great... now I'm fucking on hold.
"Mr. Gaston. This is Conrad Evans, your grandparents' lawyer. How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks. I just got a letter from your office..."
"Oh, good, then you already..."
"I haven't had a chance to open it yet," I said. The prick was going to interrupt me?
"Oh, ok. Well, there's been a problem with the trust account. I'm still working out the details, but there won't be a deposit next week as you've come to expect," he said, then cleared his throat.
"Why? What's going on? How long will it take to clear it up?" I asked. I knew there was money in the trust account because - HELLO! - I'm an E-Con major... I check my shit, y'know?
"Well," he started, "most of the money is in Swiss accounts. The US Government seized some accounts last week and is holding them until they can substantiate the validity and taxation of those funds. So, I can't really give you a hard timeframe."
"Give me a guess, then," I snapped. I was starting to get irritated... and worried.
"Mr. Gaston, it could be as long as six months. I just don't know yet."
"Mr. Evans, is there any reason why the government won't release those funds eventually?" I know my voice sounded strained.
"None that I know of, Mr. Gaston. I've been in contact with someone in D.C. I believe they understand the severity of this and how it affects peoples' lives, but they still need to work-through all of the seized accounts. I'm sorry to have to tell you this."
"Ok - thanks for the call," I said. I was in shock. "I'll hear from you soon, I hope."
"I hope so, as well, Mr. Gaston. Goodbye." [CLICK]
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I went back to my room to figure this out, forgetting about my neighbor Greg spying on me until I saw the cum dripping down the mirror. 'I shoulda' been jacking out the window and coated that fucker with my cum,' I thought. THAT would teach him to spy on me.
An alarm went off on my phone and I looked at the clock. 1:15.
Appointment Reminder: 2:00 appt with Ryan, advisor
Shit! I forgot about the appointment with Dr. Sumner's TA. Fuck. I wanted to get that tenor solo and had to meet with him about it. I knew I needed to piss to get the cum out of my cock... otherwise, I'd be leaking all down the front of my shorts. Then, I had to get back to campus.
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I got to Ryan's office at 1:53. His door was open, so I stepped into the doorway and knocked.
"I'm early for our 2 o'clock, so I can wait if you need me to," I said.
"Nah. Come in. Take a seat and shut the door." I did.
"So, why did you want to meet with me?" Ryan asked.
"Well, I want to audition for the tenor solo part and thought you might be able to give me some pointers," I said. I don't know if Ryan is gay or not, but I flirted just a little with my gestures and my eyes... spread my legs really wide knowing he'd be able to see right up my shorts. I know... total asshole move, but y'never know...
He pushed his seat back from the desk and folded his arms. "Marc, you are absolutely the best tenor in the music program right now, so I have no doubt you can land the part... but what else is going on with you lately? Another student said you left right in the middle of practice today and you seem really... I don't know, like something's bothering you right now."
I sighed. 'Was I really showing all the shit going on that much?' I thought.
"I have a lot going on right now, Ryan," I started, "and the guys playing around during rehearsal got to me. I just needed a break, y'know?" He nodded. "Plus, I just got this call about some money I was supposed to get and now I'm not going to be getting it, so - yeah - that's bothering me."
He had this glazed-over look and I thought for a minute he hadn't heard a fucking word I'd just said... which was really going to piss me off. He must have sensed it because he said, "I'm heard you... I'm just thinking.for a minute."
He rocked in the chair 4 or 5 times then asked, "So, how much money do you need?"
I don't think I'd noticed his Rolex before, but I noticed it now. It wasn't gold or anything... nothing too flashy, but it looked real, and I've seen plenty of real ones. 'Damn - this dude can't be much older than me,' I thought. 'How the fuck does he have a Rolex?'
I figured I'd be straight with him. "With my car payment, insurance, gas, rent, utilities, food... I probably go through $2,000 a month, easy," I said. "Doesn't give me much left over, but that's, like, my minimum." The payment from my trust fund was $2,800, but he didn't need to know anything about that.
"I might have something in mind," he said, "but I'd rather show you than tell you about it. You free this afternoon for a couple of hours?" he asked.
I nodded.
He ripped-off a corner of the notepad on the desk and started writing, then handed it to me. "This is my address. Come by at 5:30, ok?"
I nodded and walked out without looking back.
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