Brand New Campus Life 1
Now I've never written a M/M story before, but I though "Eh, what the hell. I'll give it a shot." So this is the first chapter and the good stuff doesn't really get going until the next chapter or so. Sorry. But hopefully it'll be worth it :)
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"So now that you've seen the cafeteria, the restrooms and other parts of this building, do you have any more questions?" the tall, brunette human male asked the skinny husky.
"Umm, I would like to know where my dorm room is," the husky stressed, not trying to sound too rude.
"Eh? ...Oh! Right! I almost forgot to show you where your dorm room is! How stupid of me! Umm..." the human looked down at the clipboard, "floor 12... room 244... ok! Now I got it, follow me to the elevators if you would please, Mr. Lawrence."
"Please, call me, James," James smiled a toothy grin.
"Ok then. Right this way, James."
The two stepped into the elevator and the human wasted no time pressing the button next to the number 14 causing the button to light up. The elevator doors shut and made a loud "ding" as the elevator began to proceed onward and upward.
"I don't get how you could afford this university... is your dad in international business or something?" the human began.
"Actually yes. And now that you mention it, he's actually on a business trip in Beijing as we speak."
"Is that so? That's pretty cool... what do you want your major to be?"
"Uhh... same thing. I've always wanted to travel the world and business-related jobs seem to be the ones surviving in this economy right now. So it seems like a fun and safe bet."
"Well that means you're probably gonna have to take a foreign language right?"
"Heh. I took Chinese in high school, so I'm taking Korean and Japanese in college. I want to do business in East Asia."
"You seem to know what you want, huh?" the tall human chuckled.
"Hahaha, not really," James laughed.
Ding!
"Ohp! Looks like we're here!" the brunette human exclaimed as the doors opened quickly. "Well, let's keep on truckin'."
James and his guide took a right and began to walk down, what seemed to be, a long and endless hallway. Butterflies quickly filled James' stomach and began to make him feel like he was bound to either throw up or let out a loud fart due to his anxiousness and nervousness. He felt his breakfast, lunch and Starbucks coffee begin to wiggle their way up his esophagus when he and his human guide stopped in front of a door labeled: Room 244. James looked at the two doors on either side of his door and noticed that his door was bigger than the others.
"Uh, Jairo... why is this door bigger than the others?"
"Oh you'll find out eventually!" Jairo let out a wide grin. "Now here's your room key; have a look around!"
He dropped the key into James' paw and quickly turned around to head back towards the elevators.
"Hey! You're just gonna leave me like this!?" James called out.
"If you need any help, ask someone else!" Jairo sing-sang.
The white and blue husky looked at the large door before him and then at the key in his hand. What was he to find behind the door besides a bed, a bathroom, and a small living room (if you could call it that)? He put the key into the lock and turned it until he heard a loud "clack!" He took the key out and opened up the door slowly. Suddenly, a strong smell of musk hit his nose like a ton of bricks.
"Oh dear God!" he cried as he put the collar of his shirt over his muzzle.
He shut the door behind him reluctantly and proceeded forward into the room. It was a small living room with a large TV that sat on a wooden cabinet that most likely held videos or some other things for entertainment. On the opposite side was a large, brown leather couch that had a few root beer cans laying all over it along with a gym bag that was open.
"Well that might explain this smell!" James said to himself. "That's just what I need... a roommate that exercises and sweats."
James never liked to exercise much yet he was a pretty skinny guy. He was always thankful that he had such a high metabolism. He walked into the bedroom to see a messy bed to his left and another bed to his right that didn't seem like it was being used. It was his, obviously. He pulled the collar of his shirt off of his muzzle and found the intensity of the musk to be not as bad as it was in the living room. He dropped his bag of essentials on the floor and pounced onto the bed.
"Ah... I think I deserve a little nap. My feet are killing me..."
Just then, James heard the door creak open and slam shut; his roommate just entered the dorm.
"Huh? What's the prissy smell!?" James heard a moderately deep voice call from the living room.
"Prissy? It's AXE that I'm wearing! I smell like a man!" James thought in his head.
Just then, James watched as the bedroom door opened up slowly and in came in a huge, muscular Doberman. This guy was like a Doberman version of the Hulk! Fuck, that was an understatement! Either way, this guy was extremely huge! He had a towel that was draped around his thick neck and a wife beater that was soaked with sweat and he was also wearing black shorts. The Doberman turned his head to see James laying on the bed looking back at him. The Doberman's face became one of displeasure.
"Seriously!? Jairo didn't saying anything about a roommate! Dammit all!" the huge dog began to complain.
James didn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything that would get him hurt. James watched as the dog took in a deep breath making his huge pecs expand to the point where James thought the wife beater would tear, but just as it got to that point - the Doberman exhaled.
"So what's your name anyways?" he looked back at James.
"Uh...I...uh....James..." he replied nervously.
"Ok, and my name is Hunter."
"It's-it's nice to meet you, Hunter," James said still nervously as he extended a hand for a handshake.
"The feeling is neutral," Hunter replied coldly as he turned towards his bed.
"Oh. Ok," the husky mumbled, a bit disappointed.
"Well now that you're my new roommate, let me lay down some ground rules, kay?" Hunter began as he threw his sweaty towel in a corner. "Don't shower for more than 10 minutes, don't touch any of my stuff, don't eat any of my stuff and don't fuck with me. Oh, and when the TV is on MTV and I'm not in the room, I expect it to be on MTV when I get back in the room. Got all that?"
"Uh... yeah," James replied.
"Good. Follow those rules and we'll get along just fine," he grinned as he tossed his sweaty wife beater in the corner with his towel.
Now the Doberman's full upper body was exposed to James. His pectorals were truly massive as well as his biceps and triceps. He sported a tough-as-nails 6 pack as well. He looked to be at least 6' 2" maybe more! But what really did it in for James was his body that was gleaming with sweat making him look god-like and...sexy... and other words that couldn't come to James' mind at that moment.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, so don't touch anything that's not yours," Hunter reminded him as he walked into the bathroom.
After the bathroom door shut, James heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh my God. At least now I know why the door was bigger than the others."
The husky never thought of himself as gay. He didn't even think of himself as bisexual or heterosexual. He always thought of himself as asexual. However, this Doberman was making him question all of that. As a matter of fact, when Hunter took off his wife beater, James swore his pants were getting a bit tight.
"I have a bad feeling about how this campus life is gonna turn out..."
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Just as James was finished putting his clothes in his dresser, he heard the shower finally shut off.
"That was more than 10 minutes," James smiled to himself.
"What the fuck!?" Hunter called from the bathroom. "Hey Jim!"
"It's James!" James called back.
"Whatever! I don't have any towels in here, bring me some will ya?"
"What's the magic wo -"
"JUST GET ME THE FUCKING TOWELS! There should be some on top of my dresser!"
James huffed and walked over to grab two towels off of Hunter's dresser. After almost tripping over Hunter's crap on the floor he made it to the bathroom and turned the doorknob and kicked it open just a little bit.
"Alright, come and get them!" James yelled.
"Why don't you just bring it?" Hunter yelled back, frustrated.
"Ew. No! You're naked!"
"So what? We're both guys here! Don't be a pussy, bring them in!"
"Oh my fucking - fine!"
Pushing the door open with his shoulder, James walked in and found the soaking wet Doberman standing in front of the shower stretching his large aching muscles. James blushed and quickly tried to hide it as he handed the towels to Hunter.
"Thanks man," he grinned as he took the towels and wrapped them around his upper body and waist.
Little did Hunter know, James caught a quick glimpse of his package. This made James run out of the bathroom, beat red, and throw himself onto the leather couch; hiding his face in the cushions.
"Holy shit, it was like he had a third leg! That had to be a foot long!" he screamed in his head. "It had to be as thick as a Coke can!"
Back in the bathroom, Hunter just stood there, dumbfounded.
"What's that guy's problem? You'd think he never saw a naked guy before."
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Later that evening, James was sitting on the couch watching "Silent Library" while Hunter seemed to be getting dressed up for something or another. James, without thinking, took his eyes off the TV to see Hunter walking into the living room with a black tuxedo and long black pants. Once again, it was amazing how the tux and pants weren't ripping!
Patting himself off, Hunter took a short sigh and looked down at James, "Well James, how do I look?"
With his eyes widening and taking a large gulp, James managed a simple, "You look good, Hunter."
Hunter just grinned.
"So are you going out on a date or something?" the husky had to ask.
"Yeah. I met this girl at the Starbucks downtown yesterday and we kinda hit things off and... you know."
"Oh, I see. Heh, you know what? You seemed like a hard ass when I first met you, but you're just a big softy aren't ya?"
_ "What the fuck did you just say!?" _ Hunter rasied his voice with an evil grin on his face.
"Nothing, nothing! Seems I was wrong..."
"Damn right you were! Now I'll be back at like, I don't know, 12? So just remember the rules I gave you, ok? "
"Yes sir."
"Good. See ya later."
With that, Hunter left and James was all alone in the dorm room. It seemed quiet even though the loud noises from the painful machines on "Silent Library" were filling the room. So what was the husky to do for the next 3 hours? Jon Stewart would be on soon, but it would be a repeat for sure. It was Saturday after all.
"Might as well go to bed," the husky decided.
He grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. Then, he got up from the couch and began to walk to the bathroom to go brush his teeth until he heard a knock at the door.
"Huh?"
James turned around and began to walk towards the door. Did Hunter forget something? He opened the door slowly and found a lion standing before him. He seemed to be the same height as Hunter but he was definitely more muscular than Hunter by far! James was scared to death of this lion's mass and girth.
"Ahh! What the hell are you!?" James cried out, scared to death of this large lion.
"Huh? That's not the welcome I was expecting exactly," the lion chuckled deeply. His voice practically made the walls shake.
"You're, you're, you're huge!"
"Heh, thanks for pointing that out, Capitan Obvious," the lion grinned. "So are you Hunter's new roommate?"
"Yeah. Why else would I be here?"
"...touché. So...are you gonna let me in?"
"Sure thing. Come right on in," James nodded nervously as he stepped out of the lion's way.
The lion walked in slowly and James made sure to close the door behind him. But before James could let this lion do another thing, he had to figure out who he was and why he was there.
"Umm, excuse me. Sorry for asking but, uh, who are you exactly?"
"Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Dylan. I'm a friend of Hunter's," Dylan smiled a toothy smile.
"Ok. Somehow I believe you. And you are here because...?"
"Well, you see, Hunter and I have this tradition of watching action movies and drinking alcohol together on Saturday nights," he grinned as he showed James a 6-pack of beer and a Jet Li movie of some sort. "So is he here?"
"Uh actually, no he's not. He just left a little while ago actually."
"Oh really? What for?"
"He said he had a date or something with some girl he met at a Starbucks or something."
"Oh," the lion sighed disappointedly. "Well, I know you don't really know me, but would you like to drink and watch this movie with me?"
"Uh, I - yeah! Sure! That'd be great. But I'm only 18, I can't drink alcohol."
"I won't tell anyone if you don't tell on me," the lion smiled.
"Who are you trying to fool? You won't get in trouble! You don't even look like you should still be in college! What are you? 27?"
"Ha! You're flattering me! I'm only 20...and Hunter is only 19."
James fell backwards onto the couch suddenly with a dazed look on his face. It was too good to be true! Dylan was pulling his leg! He just had to have been! Dylan just laughed and set down the 6-pack on the table and turned on the TV and DVD player. He stuck in the movie and pressed play.
"Hope you like Jet Li and Samuel Adams."
"Samuel Adams is in this movie? I thought that president was dead," James replied, yet still a little shocked from Dylan's confession.
"No, I meant the beer. And Samuel Adams wasn't a president...at least I don't think so," Dylan questioned as he began to stare off into space in deep thought. "Well whatever, here ya go!"
James jumped as a cold bottle of beer slammed into his naked chest, "Umph!"
"Umph? You sound like a pussy," Dylan laughed, mocking James' reaction.
"Hmm, you really are Hunter's friend aren't ya?"
The gargantuan lion just snickered as he sat himself down on the couch, causing it to creak under his massive weight. James was so nervous at that point, he opened up the bottle and started to drink heavily; hoping to drink until he passed out and forget about all this when he woke up. One problem. There wasn't enough for the two of them. However, neither of them could tolerate alcohol very well.
"So what's your name?" Dylan began.
"Oh, uh, James," James answered.
"Nice to meet you. Where are you from?"
"Columbus."
"Ahh! An Ohioan, huh? I'm from Michigan. You know what that means right?"
"No."
"It means you're...my... enemy!" Dylan smiled evilly as he pushed his face close to James'.
"Ahhh-ha-ha-don't do that!" James cowered as he quickly took another big sip of his beer.
"Ha ha ha!" Dylan laughed. "I like you a lot already!"
James blushed.
"You know what? Fuck the movie! Let's just drink and talk," Dylan grinned as he turned off the movie and sipped his beer.
"So what do you like to do for fun?" the lion began asking.
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"Ha ha ha ha! You know, you know, you know what I think?" James stuttered from his drunkenness.
"Tell me, buddy!" Dylan asked with his speech a little slurred.
"I think that you, you, you are...ho...hot!" James laughed.
"Ahhh no I'm not! You are the hot one, my friend!" Dylan laughed also, wrapping a huge arm around James and pulling him in closer with ease. "You're so cute and, and, and snuggable."
"You know, you're the best friend I've ever had...ha, haaaaaandsdown!" James poked him in the cheek.
"No, yooooooooooou're the best friend I've ever had!" Dylan shot back, poking the husky in the chest.
"We, we should, we should totally do this more...uhhhh...often! Yeah, more often!"
"I agree, pal. You know what? Let's do this tomorrow night! At my place or something. No, no, no, no, no! You know what? Hunter and I go lifting every Sunday at this...umm...awesome place downtown; you should totally come dude. You should totally come along man!" Dylan told him, patting his chest.
"I'll go with you two for sure! Yeah, totally for sure!" James chortled.
"Awesome," Dylan smiled as he fell backwards on the couch long ways. "Nighty night, moon."
"Nighty night, man in the sky," James laughed as he fell on the floor and began to fall asleep.
Soon after, the room was filled with loud snores and little whimper-like comments as they slept. Hunter walked into his dorm room a little while after to find his friend and his roommate fast asleep; his roommate still on the floor and his friend on the couch scratching his crotch.
"Oh shit! Today was Saturday wasn't it!? Fuck. Oh well. Dylan, you better be up for lifting tomorrow at the gym though," Hunter shook his head as he went into the bedroom.
He took off his fancy clothes and threw them in the corner with his sweaty clothes from earlier and fell back onto his bed making it creak loudly due to his girth and his speed from falling. As he began to doze off, a thought entered his head unexpectedly.
"Johnny, or whatever his name is, looked kinda cute with that sleeping face of his..."
Now the dorm was filled with a chorus of snores as the night marched on.
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So far, I don't like it myself >:(