- The story is purely fictional although some of the situations are based on real events. This is also my first writing effort at short stories of this kind. Comments, suggestions, thoughts are always welcome (xander.ostherin@gmail.com). You can also visit my blog (http://xandernyc.blogspot.com) and leave a comment there too. For those who are interested to know, the write (me) is an Asian dude in his 20s and works in the film industry. ENJOY!
Xander's Blog: Part 1 - The New Jersey Encounter
When Xander told his father that he is going back to school again, a film school, his father stared at him with doubt, and asked, how are you going to pay for it? Xander told him he'd gotten a loan. He knew his father is worried, and father is right - in this kind of economy, it's simply not a good idea to carry more debt.
All his life Xander's parents had been supportive of his endeavors, with the only exception probably being his decision to apply for UC San Diego when he could attend UCLA for free - Xander's mom worked there. Xander made up some poor excuses, and his parents yielded. Xander didn't tell them the real motive - he was in closet and wanted his college to be far from home, even it's only two hours away. Two hours away means your parents can't just drop by your apartment without notice, or bug you daily with random chores. And that's a lot of freedom.
Xander is an Asian dude grew up in a good family in San Gabriel Valley, just east of LA. You probably know the rumors about model minority: high achievement in academics, smart, etc, and they don't apply to Xander. Unlike most of his Asian buddies, Xander is a mega slacker most of his life, and he is also one of the dumbest Asian around (dumber than his Asian buddies anyway). Xander's SAT is so low that if he didn't play baseball, he would never gotten into UCSD. Thanks to his athletic involvement, Xander grew up to be an athletic, attractive dude. He stands at 5'9 and weighs about 165 pounds, most of which are lean muscle. His impressive physique was the subject of desire among all the girls in school. But nobody knew Xander only has appetite for guys, especially young bears, which explains the scruffy that he grew and kept so carefully.
College years were fun - plenty of good sex and good parties - but Xander was never really into his major - business administration. It's not until after he graduated when he need to find something else to do with his life. Like so many other young adults, he chose to be an "artist" and decided to go to film school, in New York.
Xander's father didn't question further about the funding to go to an expensive art school. He wishes Xander good luck, and told him to call when he needs help. Xander was expecting some kind of big fight, but that seemed unnecessary. Within days, Xander bought a single trip ticket to JFK and started his adventure in Big Apple, full of hope and excitement.
However, New York didn't turn out to be his best decision, not by a long shot. Much different from the SoCal's warm laid-backness, New York is a "cold-ass bitch place to live", according to his own words: The blizzard that came two months too early; the abundance of snow in the colder months; and the absence of sunlight most of the winter. The school work load took a toll on his social life. Worst of all, New York is really expensive, unreasonable expensive. Eight dollars for a hot dog? Really? His one-bed cost close to fifteen grand in Lower East Side. Having agreed to pay the tuition himself, he had to work extra to earn his living expenses.
But those were not what depressed Xander the most. It seemed that dating and meeting guys are incredibly difficult in Big Apple. Not only the tiny island of Manhattan is filled with self-conceited Abercrombie and Fitch types, there are also a large amount of unfriendly Asians, who would avoid other Asians like plague. It's as if he'd hit the jack pot, the guys he met were consisted of only two kinds: flakes or freaks. Once, he talked to an Indian guy on the phone, took a taxi to Queens to meet him and was left alone outside an apartment building for forty minutes. The guy never showed, he sent a text to Xander's cellphone, saying his mother had showed up, at 2AM.
The whole New York experience had been a failure.
After the last day of class before the summer, Xander was seriously considering dropping out of school, and someone called him.
It was Patrick, a buddy from school. Pat wanted to shoot a film in New Jersey but had no money. He wanted Xander to do him a favor - coming down to New Jersey and crewing for him. Xander had never been to New Jersey, and was not interested in visiting at all. He considered saying no, but agreed ultimately. Pat helped him a couple of times at school in times of need. He needed to return the favor.
The day before the shoot, Xander packed everything in his apartment - he planed to ship everything once he came back. Then, he bought a ticket at Pennsylvania Station and got on a train to New Jersey. After god knows how long, the train arrived at a small station in the middle of nowhere - the kinda place redneck would live, Xander joked to himself - and his ride was no where to be found. Xander decided to smoke a cigarettes while waiting. He dialed home from his cell. The phone rang twice, and he hang up. He still didn't know what to say.
About 40 minutes later, a car arrived. The car pulled next to him and the driver popped his head out, asking if he is Xander. Yes, he replied. The driver smiled at Xander, apologized for being late and explained that he had to stop by Seven Eleven to buy something for the director.
The driver boy is white, late 20s, about 5'8 and weighs about 170. He has short brown hair, unkempt scruffy, muscular arms and big, brown, bedroom eyes. His facial features look East European, but his eyes suggest a trace of Euroasian blood. The guy is on the stocky side, like a football player - and hairy. A cute young bear, Xander thought.
The driver introduced himself as Roman, and told Xander to get in. Xander just stood there for a good five seconds, didn't respond - not only his dick moved, the gaydar in Xander's head went off, and Xander usually doesn't believe in gaydars. The awkwardness lasted a few moments longer - longer than necessary for heterosexual social occasions anyway.
They talked some more on the road. Roman told Xander that he had been to the same college with Patrick in Ohio and was an analyst for a think tank in Washington DC. Xander didn't remember much of the rest, for he was hiding an erection and terrified that the hot driver would see him. He was so nervous that he just kept looking straight ahead, avoiding more eye contacts unless necessary. Xander could tell Roman had peeked at him a few times, but he was not sure if Roman saw the bulge in his pants.
Fortunately, the erection was gone by the time they got to the location. Pat greeted Xander and introduced him to the other crew. Xander learned that he will be the gaffer, who is in charge of the lighting equipment and electrical while Roman will be in charge of sound recording. There were some familiar faces from school, but Xander didn't know most others.
For those who don't work in the film industry, film shoot are not as cool, or interesting as you thought. The entire shoot Xander was bored to death. Most of the scenes didn't require much effort from his end and everybody moved at a snail pace. On top of that, the assistant director is a huge asshole - he is rude, has no idea how to make a schedule and treat other people like shit. Everyday they would rise before the sun came out and drove to a remote swap to shoot a scene that never seem to end. He got mosquito bites, his converse are ruined by the mud and the average work day was 15 hours. By the end of the shoot, everybody was tired and exhausted.
The only pleasure Xander could get during the four days of torture was to secretly looked at Roman, who always sat in a dark corner with a headphone on his head. Sometimes Roman would catch a glimpse of Xander's staring, and return with a neutral, unreadable look.
Roman seemed to be a quiet guy even among his friends. Gradually, Xander learned that Roman plays bass for a band in DC, likes traveling and writes his own political blog. He has a huge appetite for politics and public policy as well, quite a brain guy.
Between Roman and Xander, there were actually very little conversation. He is not the kind of guy that would start a conversation and Xander felt he had lost his usual coolness around gays guys, he could only chitchat - his normal smart phrases and quick-wittedness would vanish in the presence of Roman. Xander thought he must had appeared as a stuck-up, unsmiling person.
The night before the last day, the AD set up an outdoor BBQ and served beer to the crew. Everybody sat around a camp fire and talked into late evening. Xander sat alone on the back of a pick up truck, drinking cold beer while thinking how he is going to tell his parents about quitting school after only a year. Roman approached him.
When are you leaving tomorrow, Roman asked him, beer bottle in hand.
Eight AM maybe. Pat is going to drive me to the train station. Xander tried to be casual.
You are not staying for the after party? Roman seemed a bit disappointed. Xander observed Roman for a second, and noticed that he was drunk. His eyes are bit red and Xander can smell the beer breath.
I am not sure if I will stay in NYC for another year, really. Xander decided there was nothing to lie about. A certain expression appeared on Roman's face, Xander couldn't tell whether it's disappointment or confusion. A beat. Roman decided to change the topic. Where are from?
Los Angeles. Well, I immigrated here from China when I was 14.
Which part of China?
Beijing.
I was there at the Olympics in Beijing! Roman's eyes suddenly brightened up.
You are shitting me.
It was amazing. Huge city. A lot of people.
Why did you go?
It was a paid trip by my foundation. We are working with a Chinese publication on a new book.
Where else did you go?
Oh, I went to Hangzhou, Shenzhen, Szuezhou, Macau, and Hong Kong. Hong Kong was awesome by the way. Roman was proud of his "well-traveledness".
Xander smiled at him, and slightly ashamed - Roman had travelled to more Chinese cities than he'd. In fact, since his last visit in the early 2000s with his parents, he hadn't been back since then.
Roman continued the topic. I immigrated with my parents recently too, in the mid nighties. I can still speak and write Russian, he said. He then spoke something in Russian, which Xander thought was hot. Roman went on to tell Xander more about Russia, and his fond memories of childhood in Leningrad. He was quite proud of it. The conversation went on for a bit longer. They talked about their struggles in American schools how his classmates would call him a commie, which Xander can completely relate to.
By the time they finished up, most crew, including the girls, had decided to go back to the summer house to sleep. Xander and Roman shook hands and parted their ways. Xander was feeling a bit sad, he thought he could be great friends with Roman, yet they might never see each other again.
Roman joined Pat and two other guys downstairs - they wanted to look at the footage and talk a bit more about the film. Xander went upstairs, only to discover the room where all the male crew member slept yesterday was closed shut. Turned out, there were more girls staying at the location that day and guys had voluntarily moved to an unfurnished room next door, out of courtesy. He entered the other room and found four, five guys had already crashed on the carpet, snoring. Xander made his way into the room, lied down next to a window. There were no pillows, and Xander put his backpack under his head. He looked at his feet and found the asshole AD was sleeping right next to his toe. Xander intentionally took off his socks. Smell that bitch.
In the early morning hours, when the faint light from outside became visible, Xander felt something strange going on. He smelled men's aftershave and felt someone breathing into his ear. He was immediately wide awake - someone is licking his right ear while blowing hot air on his neck. Xander turned over and found Roman lying next to him, eyes closed.
Xander's heart beat accelerated. He thought for a moment, not very long, and grabbed Roman by the shoulder and pushed his tongue into Roman's mouth. Roman also moved his tongue to make room for Xander, complimenting his movements. Roman's breath was fresh, with a tint of beer which for some reason was huge a turn on. They did this for a few minutes, Roman opened his eyes and put his arms tightly around Xander. Not a single word is spoken. Xander was not wasting time either, his hands were on Roman's meaty arms, his rising chest, and his hairy abs.
Roman took off Xander's shirt, revealing Xander's well-trained muscular upper body, sweating and burning hot. Xander's body is a light brown color, mostly smooth with some hair on the abs and pubes. Roman touches Xander's chest, and said, man, you are sweating buckets here! Xander joked, can you lick me up?
My pleasure, Roman laughed, and went on to lick Xander's nipples and chest. Xander couldn't wait anymore, he reached out his hands to Roman's crotch and tries to unzip Roman's fly, he can feel his cock pressing against the jeans, hard as a rock. But the zip is really tight. Just before he could unzip it, Roman sat up and pulled Xander's pants down.
Xander's cock popped up in the air, the tip oozing with pre-cum. Roman looked at his cock with curiosity - Xander's dick is about 7", straight, veiny with a nice shaped mushroom head. His pubes are carefully trims but the dick and balls are completely shaved. His erection is at full power, pulsating with a nice rhythm. Nice. You are cut? Roman was curious. Roman's reaction was normal - most Asians are uncut, but Xander's dick is circumcised, medical reasons.
Before Xander could say anything, Roman leaned forward and put Xander's entire prick in his mouth. Roman's mouth is bit cold, but soon warmed up by the hot rod. Xander could really tell Roman is working hard on it - he sucked and swallowed every single drop of pre-cum on his dick and gagged a few times. The noise was another huge turn on for Xander, he started to move his shaft up and down Roman's mouth, which Roman seemed to enjoy. Meanwhile, the four five other guys in the room were in deep sleep, completely unaware of the hot action going on right in front of them.
When Xander felt Roman's saliva drooling, he said to him, hey buddy, I want to suck you dick now. Oh yeah? A grin appeared on Roman's face, more naughty than ever. Xander nodded - he wanted Roman's dick, bad. Roman looked around and proposed that they go to the bathroom together. Xander agreed, they can do a lot more in there. Roman grabbed Xander's hand and they entered the bathroom next door.
No one was in there at this hour. The bathroom is huge, like the one you see in Eyes Wide Shut. There was a shower booth on a corner and a fancy sink in the middle. Some towels were on the rack close to the window - Everything they needed.
Roman closed the door behind them. Xander knelt down, loosened Roman's belt and pulled down his buddy's jeans. Roman's lower body is as hairy as his chest, with the exception of his carefully trimmed pubes and clean-shaven cock and balls. Roman's cock is slightly shorter than Xander's, but very thick and very heavy. His cock is cut as well, fair-colored, very smooth and a bit curvy.
The only porblem was, Roman's got a limpy-hardon. Sorry man, I drank too much beer earlier, Roman said, blushing. Xander didn't say a word, smiled, and swallowed his whole dick. In the matter of seconds, Roman's erection regained its full power in Xander's mouth, his prick got a lot bigger and was pulsating uncontrollably. While Roman's cock sliding in and out of Xander's mouth, he spread his legs a little big, giving Xander full access to his hairy ass and man hole.
This is hot, man, Roman announced, we should fuck. He was serious. Xander was not sure. He didn't bring any condoms, or lube. Who would expect this to happen anyway. We don't have condoms, Xander shrugged. Wait a second, Roman told him, exited the bathroom, returned a minute later with his backpack, opened it, and there it was - a pack of Trojans.
You use Trojans? Xander joked. I bought it at the grocery store, Roman smiled while opening it. He paused a second and looked at Xander. There is only one left.
Goddamit, Xander thought. Now the topic of who is the top and who is the bottom would come to question. It's particularly tricky when two fuck buddies are two manly dudes - it's an extremely delicate situation to handle. Roman tried to read Xander's face, realizing the awkwardness of this situation.
Roman looked at his dick - it had returned to his limpy-hardon stage. He shrugged, and said, man, I can do whatever but my dick is not performing well today, guess you are lucky, haha. He opened the condom, realizing something, and said, sorry I didn't ask... you want to fuck me, right?
Fuck yeah! Put it on! Xander demanded. The guy's great attitude just made him want to do it even more. Roman wrapped the rubber on Xander's shaft, turned over and leaned on the sink, giving his ass to Xander.
Xander put some saliva in his hand and began to gently finger Roman's hole. It's still too dry and tight. Then he took some of Roman's own pre-cum and lubed his hole with it, in no time three fingers were inside. By the time Xander's cock started to sliding in, it's effortless. In no time Xander was slamming every inch of his cock in and out with full force and Roman welcomed every inch of it with ecstasy. Not only Roman's hole was burning hot, his dick again became rock hard and dripping buckets of pre-cum. Man you are a good fucker, Roman added.
Xander fucked Roman for a little longer and both were drenched in sweat. I am gonna cum soon, Roman said. You want me to pull out? Xander asked, he didn't want to. No, keep it inside! Roman yelled. Xander started to slam Roman even harder, aiming for his prostate, and exploded. Roman felt Xander's hot flow of cum and cock throbbing. Fuckk!!! He also ejaculated. Thick cum gushed out of his dick like a stream.
They laid on the floor, cuddled and kissed for another ten minutes or so. That was fucking good, Roman said, smile all over his face. In fact, Xander thought he'd never seen Roman smiled so much. We should go back to sleep, Roman said, stood up and began to put on his pants. Xander followed. They did a bit of cleaning and sneaked back to the bedroom. Within minutes, both of them were asleep again.
The next morning, Xander woke up first, went to kitchen for breakfast and met Pat there. Xander asked him about the ride, Pat told Xander to pack and meet him out front in ten minutes.
Xander returned to the bedroom upstairs. Everybody was gone. He packed his backpack and changed into some clean clothes. He headed downstairs and bumped into Roman, who was standing at a doorway, drinking coffee. They made eye contact, and Roman said, it was great to work with you man. Yeah me too, Xander nodded, said no more and went outside.
On the way home, Xander still couldn't believe what happened. It's just casual sex, really, he thought. Or maybe it's only a dream. Xander knew that Roman will return DC and he will quit school and go back home to L.A. Everything would be the same. But he couldn't help but feel some kind of disturbance of emotion. He couldn't pin point what that emotion is, but he knew it's there.
By the time he got back to the apartment, it's two in the afternoon. He sat in his chair for a long time and thought about what to do next. He decided that he should call his parents and told them about his failed attempt at school. Be honest, he thought.
But his cellphone was not in his pocket. He looked in the backpack and found the phone, along with a note. It read:
Hey buddy, I don't know if you've decided to move back to LA. But if you decided to stay, we should hang out. DC is only a four hour drive. And you should come to see my band play. Roman. PS, I promise we won't be short on rubbers.
On the back of the note was his number.
Xander put down the note, walked to the window and looked outside. The summer was finally here. For the first time he noticed the liveliness of New York and felt the pulse of the town.