Never in my life did I think I would be sitting in a dorm room at Yale University. My parents always pushed me to do well in school and told me from a young age that I had big shoes to fill. They sort of shoved academics down my throat, and didn’t encourage me to join any sports during my high school career. From the time I was thirteen, my parents drilled into my head that I needed to get good grades so I could get accepted to a good college on scholarship. We’ll their wish finally came true.
Before I get too far ahead into this, I should tell you about myself. My names Christian Costello and I come from a family of professionals. My father’s a well known cardiologist in the tri state area, my mother’s involved with politics, and my sister’s on her way to the top of a banking company. So you can guess that I have a lot of pressure to do well in college.
I think my parents want me to become a lawyer and work in the city everyday, but I don’t see myself doing that. I’ve always been amazed at how the muscles in the body work together in unison. I think I want to be a physical therapist or something to do with sports medicine. I’m currently taking business classes, but when this semester ends, I think I’m going to switch into some field of medicine.
In case you didn’t catch on what race I am from my name, I’m Italian. My great grandparents left Italy not too long ago in search of a better life and eventually found it here in New York. Ever since then, that’s where my family resides.
My family’s originally from the southern part of Italy, so you can imagine I have pretty dark olive skin. I don’t really get white when winter rolls around, and by the time summer comes, I become a nice shade of brown. The weirdest thing about my body would have to be my eyes. I have these steel blue eyes that almost look grey depending on what color I’m wearing that day. You don’t see many Italians from the south with natural blue eyes. I also have black hair that I like to keep short, since it’s low maintenance. Occasionally I’ll spike it when I go out with people, but that’s on a rare occasion.
As for my body, there’s nothing really to talk about. A lack of sports and exercise have left my body with nothing. I have some muscle in my legs and arms, and maybe a little in my shoulders, but that’s pretty much it. I don’t look anorexic but I certainly don’t look like I’m on steroids. I guess you can say I have a normal body. I’m roughly around five foot eleven inches, and probably around 150 pounds. Like I said, normal.
Another thing that you should probably know about me is my sexuality. I’m gay, and found out when I was sixteen. I never really liked girls growing up and always found guys more interesting. During sophomore year, I guess you can say I experimented. Me and this junior fooled around and pretty much did everything you could imagine. From there, I probably fooled around with another two or three guys, just to make sure I was gay. Trust me, I’m not a whore or anything, but hormones and curiosity can really get the better of someone.
You also may be thinking, since my parents are well-known professionals, that they weren’t accepting of me when I told them I was gay. You’d be wrong though. My mom completely supported me when I first told her and wanted to know about everything I was going through and things like that. My dad wasn’t as accepting of my mom, but he wasn’t a complete douche about it. I feel like he still doesn’t completely support me, but he still calls me his son, and that’s good enough for me.
A majority of my friends from high school supported me too. A few of my guy friends were creeped out by it and stopped talking to me though. It was their lost in my eyes.
So now that you know a little about me, the real story can begin.
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It was nine in the morning of my first real day of college. Classes officially started today and so has my life as a college student. My dorm room didn’t feel like my old bedroom in my parent’s house but it was starting to feel homey. I had my own room to myself because of my scholarship. Supposedly the college administrators felt that if I were given my own room, I would have more time to study and put my brain to good use.
In addition to my own room, I have my own bathroom. It’s definitely going to come in handy though. I never have to wait for it to be free or plan my schedule around a roommate. My parents told me that I was going to get lonely because I wouldn’t have someone in my room at all times. I like having my own time to myself though.
Since it was the first day of classes, I decided to actually put effort into looking good. I grabbed a quick shower, shaved my face real quick, and put on some nice clothes. It wasn’t too hot in Connecticut yet, so I grabbed a pair of dark denim straight legged jeans. I grabbed a burgundy short sleeved shirt and put a blue zip up hoodie over it as well. I also put deodorant and cologne on because I hate not smelling good. Everyone should have their own distinct scent, and cologne’s the easiest way to accomplish this. I brushed my teeth real quick, threw some gel in my hair to spike it up, grabbed my books, and left for class.
As I was closing the door, the girl who lives across the hall from me was leaving as well. If I was a straight guy, she would have definitely been my type. She has long straight brown hair that has long bangs that covers part of her left eye. She also has light brown eyes and long eye lashes. Overall, she has a smooth face with smooth features. She’s a very pretty girl.
“Hi!.” She said cheerfully.
“Christine, right?” I met her the day I was moving my things into my dorm room.
“Yep, but I like when people call me Chrissy.” I nodded. “I want to say that your name is Christian.”
I nodded again. We started walking down the hall towards the elevator.
“What class do you have right now?”
“I think I have Economics right now.” I quickly checked the schedule in my phone to double check.
“Me too!” She was way to hyper for nine thirty in the morning.
“Do you know where the building is on campus?”
“Oh good, because I don’t.” I smiled.
We were now outside and the brisk air ran through our bodies.
“Are you from New York, Christian?”
“Yes….is it that obvious?”
“Kind of, yes.”
“Damn.” We both laughed. “And I’ve been trying not to sound like I’m straight out of the city.”
“It isn’t working that well.” She seemed like she had a sense of humor. “So do you have a girlfriend that you left back home or some story like that.”
“If I tell you something about me, will you promise not to tell anyone else, until I’m ready to share it with the whole campus?”
“I don’t like girls.” She stared at me blankly. “I’m gay.”
“Really!” She was screaming again. “I’ve always wanted a gay friend!”
“Can you try and keep it down, I don’t want to advertise it to everyone just yet.”
“Sorry.” She paused as we were walking down a pathway. “Why are all the hot guys gay?”
“I’m not that good looking.”
“Yes you are, Christian. I was going to try and get with you if you were straight. But I guess that’s out of the question.” She giggled.
“Not all gay guys are good looking you know.”
“Yeah, but where I went to school, all the gay guys that came out were all hot.”
“Lucky, not many people in my school were good looking that were gay. I think that’s why I didn’t settle down in high school . What’s your story if you don’t mind me asking.”
We were getting closer to the academic buildings now.
“Well, I had a boyfriend for three years in high school and we pretty much did everything together. We never had those stupid breaks that a lot of people do while they’re in a relationship. We stayed committed to each other every single day of our relationship. We’ve talked about what would happen when college came around and we originally decided that we would stay together and do the long distance thing. As the day got closer for us to go to college, we both decided that breaking up to meet and experience new people would be better for the both of us. We’re still really close though, and we still text and call each other like normal. I kind of miss him.”
“I think you made the right decision.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because college is a new slate where you get to be whoever you want to be. It’s a time where you get to start fresh and meet a bunch of new people. Plus, if you stayed with your boyfriend, you wouldn’t of seen the different possibilities in other people in the world.”
“I guess so.” There was an awkward silence between us. “So how’d you get accepted here, besides your good looks.”
I blushed a little. “We’ll I’m kind of smart.”
“What do you mean by kind of?”
“Like almost a full scholarship here.”
“So you meant, you’re really smart.”
“I guess so.”
“I wish I got a huge scholarship like that here, I’m on financial aid, and have to get a part time job to pay for the extra costs here.”
“Well if you ever need help with anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”
She hugged me.
When we arrived to our class, we kind of split up. She instantly went to the back of the class and sat at a table with another girl that she seemed to have known already. I instantly went to the front of the class and took an empty table. I was expecting for the room to be huge with all of those little individual desks that have that stadium seating going on. This room wasn’t like that though. It was a normal rectangular room that had windows along the back wall and a bunch of black boards on the front one. There were also three rows of five tables in the middle of the room. Each table sat two kids, so there had to be a decent amount of people in this class.
The class eventually filled up and there were only a few open seats left. One of these seat was right next to me. I knew it wasn’t because of the way I looked or smelt because of what Christine had just told me. It had to be because it was the first desk in the row and no one wanted to sit that close to the professor.
When the professor came in, everyone instantly stopped talking and watched him close the door and walk to the desk in front of the room. He didn’t seem to be that old, but he wasn’t exactly young either. If I had to put an age on him, I’d say late forties, maybe early fifties tops. He seemed to be in good shape and had all of his hair still. He started to scan the room quickly glancing at all the faces and then stopped on mine.
“Christian Costello, I presume?” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Professor Huckins, it’s a great honor to meet you.”
I shook his hand.
“I read in your file that you had a perfect 4.0 GPA for your high school career.” I nodded. “And you’re also here on a full ride scholarship.”
I nodded again. I was waiting for all the kids in the class to say about me being smart, but it never came. Everyone seemed to respect my abilities and I even got a round of applause. Back home, I was embarrassed about my grades, yet here I was welcomed. It was a complete 360 of what I was used to.
“Well it’s an honor to have you in my class, young man. And with that, lets get started, shall we?”
He wasted no time. He immediately started drawing basic diagrams of the different branches of government on the board. He then continued to link them together in this complex web with arrows going all over he place. As he was writing the characteristics of the different branches, the door to the classroom opened.
This huge hot guy just entered the classroom with a book in one hand and a note in the other. He walked over to Professor Huckins, handed the note over to him, and stood there waiting as he read over the piece of paper. As he was standing there, I couldn’t help but stare. Everything about him was traumatizing, and the more that I didn’t want to look, the more I wound up looking.
To start off, he was extremely tall standing next to Professor Huckins. Our teacher was already taller than me, so this mysterious guy was probably around six foot two if I had to take a guess. He had a hat on his head but I was still able to see the hair underneath. I’m not positive on his hair color, but I would say it’s black like mine. His eyes also looked black but I could tell that they were a very dark brown. His overall face was smooth except for his jaw. His jaw bones were chiseled and squared on his face and ran into his chin which was also squared. The rest of his face though, couldn’t of been smoother. He had some facial hair on his face, but it wasn’t anything gross. It wasn’t a beard or anything, but stubble that probably had grown back from a previous shave the day before.
His body though, had to be one of the best that I‘ve ever seen. He had a tight pair of jeans on that didn’t hide the bulge in his pants that well. I could see that he had put his penis towards his left thigh since there wasn‘t enough room to have it resting in the front. Even when he was soft in his jeans, he had to be around five or six inches. The size of his dick soft was almost as big as the size of mine hard, and it kind of scared me. If it was already that big, it could probably do some serious damage to someone while fully erect.
From his tight jeans, he wore an even tighter shirt. I don’t think he intentionally bought the shirt to be that small, but because of the size of his muscles, it made the shirt fit tighter than normal. His arms filled out the sleeves to his tee-shirt completely and didn’t’ leave any room for extra growth. The arm band was wrapped tightly around his huge arms and didn’t shift position at all even when he moved his arm back and forth. He even had veins running from his wrist up his arm into the sleeve.
His shoulders were broad and squared off as well. The shirt hugged his shoulders like a glove as well and I could see the differential in the muscles that were resting above his collar bone. Down a little further, laid his pectorals, which emerged from his body like two mountains. His pectorals weren’t squared and flat like the generic model you see in clothing stores. His were round and large and hung pretty low from his collar bone. They didn’t jiggle when he moved though.
Down a little further, his shirt was pulled tight across his abs. I could see that he definitely had a 6-pack and that he had a small waist. For such a big guy, he had such a small waist. He had to be at least 200 pounds and yet had the same size waist as a guy who weighed 150 pounds.
His skin wasn’t as dark as mine, but it was pretty close. I couldn’t tell if he was Italian, Spanish or Greek, but I didn’t care, he was one gorgeous man.
“Ah, Mr. Garcia, it’s a pleasure to have you as a student again.”
“Yep, you just can’t get rid of me.”
“I believe it’s the other way around, Sir. You can’t get rid of this class.”
He just smiled. His smile was probably one of the better parts of his body. Yeah his body is amazing and I could stare at it for hours, but his teeth were just as amazing. They were all perfectly aligned with one another and were whitened to the max. They almost looked fake until I noticed that one of his teeth on the bottom row in the front, you know, those really small ones. Well, one of them was pushed out a little further forward than the rest of them. It made him look cutter.
“Well if you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Garcia, please take a seat.”
He scanned the room looking for a place to sit.
“Why don’t you sit next to Mr. Costello here.” He gestured towards me. “Maybe he’ll be able to help you finally pass this class.”
He walked over to the table I was sitting at, pulled the chair out, and sat down. He placed his book and phone on the table and leaned back in his chair. He also folded his arms and made himself as comfortable as a wooden chair would let someone get.
“Hey, I’m Christian.” I stuck my hand out.
That was all he did. He said his name, left his arms crossed on his chest, and didn’t even look over at me. He had some chip on his shoulders and it was quite clear to everyone. I knew it was going to be a long semester if I had to sit next to him every single class.