Love on the Campus
 

 by: Hankster

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Introductions

This tale concerns itself with three college students who are in love.  That is to say, they love deeply, but not necessarily each other.  One is in love with himself rather than someone else.  Don’t be confused.  By the time this tale is over, all the pieces will fit nicely in place.

I will begin by telling you as much about the students as I can.  When I’m done, you will feel as if you know them intimately; as if you had been friends all your lives.  Their names are Mark Lopez, Jonathan Arthur, and Carl Upman. None of the men are roommates.

They all attend a small Mid-Western college.  Most of the students get to know each other before their first two weeks have passed.  It may be a small school, but the academic standards are very high, and the school has an excellent reputation. 

There is a nearby town, which rolls up its sidewalks at about 10:00 PM.  Obviously it’s not the kind of town that draws college students.  The students have to make their own entertainment.  I’ll bet you thought I meant sex.  Well, I didn’t.  I was talking about the kind of entertainment we all use for diversion.

On the weekends, a good many of the students car-pool to Chicago, about fifty miles away.  They take cheap hotel rooms, and stay overnight.  They are prone to give the bars (straight and gay) lots of money, their parents’ money.  Young men and women their age have to sow some wild oats, and Chicago fits the bill.

Now it’s time for your assumptions.  There is plenty of sex between the students and the locals, and among themselves.  Their hormones are raging, and if you listen carefully, you can actually hear them rushing through the bloodstreams of the young adults.

Now that you have a general picture of the environment that Mark, Jonathan, and Carl, call home, let me tell you about each boy individually.

Mark Lopez

Mark Lopez is a first generation American.  He was born in Miami, FL to Cuban immigrants.  He was actually named Marcus, but he started to enter his name as Mark on any and all legal and non-legal documents.   In effect, he changed his name without benefit of the courts.

He has straight black hair, which he keeps short.  His eyes are a deep dark brown.  He grew to a respectable height of five feet, ten inches.  His mother was an even five feet, and his father had only been five feet, seven inches.  Mark is lean and not very muscular.  He only weighs a hundred and forty-five pounds.  In his maturity, he has a short, four inch uncut cock, but it is thick and grows to six inches when he masturbates.  Much to his distress, he was still a virgin when he went off to college, and still is. 

Growing up, Mark lived in The Barrio.  All his neighbors could trace their roots to Cuba.  Life was not easy for Mark and his mother.  His parents were not married, and his father deserted his mother before he was born.  The bastard disappeared never to be seen or heard from again.  His mother did the best she could for him, financially, physically, and emotionally; she worked two jobs as a waitress to support the two of them.  She generally worked about fifteen hours a day.

As a child Mark was a loner.  He did not enjoy playing with the other kids.  He preferred reading and studying.  At a very young age some instinct told him that the way out of The Barrio, was to get an education, which hopefully would then lead into a profession.

As a teen-ager, he became even more withdrawn from his neighbors.  They were joining gangs and getting into trouble with the police.  The members of one gang had the nerve to call themselves, “The Sharks.”  The gang members harassed him and made fun of him, but he was one of their own, and they never hurt him physically.  When nobody was around, he would shoot hoops in a small playground near his apartment.  Mark’s next door neighbor talked him into shooting hoops with him one evening after dinner.

Mark and Gustavo were having a wonderful time, when suddenly they heard the sound of gunfire.  Mark heard pop, pop, pop, and felt a burning sting on his upper left arm.  He didn’t know what happened, but he saw Gustavo lying on the ground in a pool of blood.  They had been innocent victims of a drive-by shooting.

Gustavo died, but Mark survived.  Unfortunately, he was left with an ugly scar where the bullet pierced him.  As soon as he could, after his eighteenth birthday, he covered the scar with a tattoo of Jesus on the cross.  It effectively hid the reminder of the violent environment he grew up in.  The tattoo was not fully healed when he started his college career.

After the shooting, his mother took him away for a while.  They went to visit his aunt in Dallas, TX.  Mark had an opportunity to see what it was like to live in a family neighborhood, in a private house, on a tree-lined street.  His resolve to get out of The Barrio was reinforced, and he knew just how he would do it.  He would get a doctorate in history, and teach at some large urban college.  Such an academic environment would be diverse and eclectic.

It was in his teen-age years that Mark realized that he was harboring a secret.  He was a very handsome Latino, and girls at school came on to him all the time.  He realized that he was disinterested in them and that his masturbation fantasies were all homoerotic.  He had never acted on his desires, and he chose not to believe that he might be gay.  He completely erased the idea from his brain cells.

The only way he could go to college was on a full scholarship.  He believed that a small school in the boondocks might be more inclined to honor him.  How right he was.  He graduated high school at the top of his class, and was valedictorian at graduation.  Unfortunately, most of the guests at the celebration had no idea what an honor had been bestowed on him.  Several colleges offered him full scholarships, and he chose the one farthest away from Miami.

Before he left for college, he talked his mother into leaving Miami, and moving to Dallas to live with her sister.  She did that, and moved into a private house, in a family neighborhood, on a tree lined street.

When he entered the campus, Mark knew that he was out of The Barrio at last, but he was also out of his comfort zone.  Most of his fellow students were WASPs and he was extremely uncomfortable among them.  The students misunderstood his fears, and assumed he was being aloof and very much a snob.

Jonathan Arthur

Jonathan Arthur was born in St. Louis, MO eighteen years ago.  He has beautiful auburn hair which he wears long, about halfway down his ears.  His eyes are hazel, and he has a small beauty mark on his right cheek.  He stands five feet, eleven inches tall, and weighs a hundred and seventy-five pounds.  He is very muscular from all the hours he has spent working out in a gym. 

He is better endowed than Mark.  He is cut and five inches flaccid.  He reaches seven and a half inches when he whacks off, which is quite often.  He is also pretty heavy in girth and matches Mark there.

His upbringing was polar opposite from Mark’s.  His dad made a better than average living, and they owned that private house Mark aspired to; it was in a family neighborhood on a tree-lined street.

Unlike Mark, Jonathan was very sociable.  He had lots of friends, and when he was very young, nobody thought twice about him and the other boys playing on the street.  His memories of his youth were good ones.  There was no violence in his life to mar his dreams.  He had two nurturing parents, and his fondest memory was a trip to Disney World with his father when he was fourteen.  His mother stayed home so that father and son could bond even closer.  The absolute worst thing that ever happened to him was getting detention for playing a trick on his fourth grade teacher.  Getting caught was worse than the detention.

On his sixteenth birthday, his father gave him a used car as a present.  The car sharply increased his popularity with the girls.  His good looks didn’t hurt either.  But alas, just like Mark, he found himself disinterested, and often realized that he was ogling some guy’s bubble butt.  He didn’t believe that he might be gay, but just in case he was, he didn’t want to disgrace his parents.  To that end, he made himself a goal of majoring in finance and getting a job in a huge city far away from St. Louis.

His greatest fear was living life as a gay man.  He too, refused to believe that he could be gay.  He chose to ignore his yearnings, and entered college as an eighteen year old virgin.

Carl Upman

Carl Upman is a junior at the same college attended by Mark and Jonathan.  He is twenty-one years young.  His hair is reddish-blond, and his eyes are an icy blue.  He grew to be six feet, one inch tall, and weighs a hundred and eighty pounds.  He is very husky from long workouts in the gym.  He chose not to participate in sports in high school for fear of damaging his very attractive face.  Even his cock is beautiful.  It is hefty and cut and six inches flaccid.  It grows to eight inches when he is aroused.

Carl is stunningly handsome.  Wherever he goes, when he enters a room, people of both sexes turn to stare at him, to flirt with him, and yes, to desire him.  His ego is beyond just ego.  He is worse than Narcissus ever was.  His biggest fear is losing his good looks or perhaps scarring his face.

He had a good childhood until his ego kicked in.  Then he lost almost all his friends, because they could not abide his vanity.

He was a scholar from an early age.  His fondest childhood memory was when he read his first grade primer from cover to cover.  After that he read everything he could get his hands on.  By second grade, he was reading at a fourth grade level.

He regrets most that his father had little time to be with him.  Carl’s father was a cop, and he would work all kinds of crazy hours.  When he was home he just wanted to relax.  He had no time for an active young boy.  When Carl asked him to do something with him, his father always said, “Later.”

Carl knew from an early age that he was gay, and he never hid it.  He had no friends anyway, so what did it matter?  He had a bad habit of preening for hours in front of a mirror, trying to look more gorgeous than he was. 

He managed to have one close friend in high school.  The boy was gay and they began to have sex together, but the friend dumped him after a short time.  He told Carl that his vanity was an impediment to any relationship he might want to have.

Like the rest of us, Carl has secrets and regrets. One secret he has never told anyone is that he was raped by his mother’s brother when he was sixteen.  The reason he chose to keep it a secret is that he enjoyed the experience.  He even tried to get a repeat from his uncle, but the man didn’t seem to be willing.

Another secret is that he is very insecure.  He constantly broods about his lack of friends, and his fear of getting scarred.  He puts forth a very macho image, but he is far from being an alpha male.

He has one regret, and it’s a big one.  During spring break in his freshman year, he went to Los Angeles to explore the gay Mecca of West Hollywood.  He entered a bar, and there he was.  A major movie star and action hero was seated at the bar sipping a drink.  When the movie star saw the beauty that was Carl, he approached him.  Carl knew that he could get laid by this handsome man, but he immediately turned on all his oozing charm to tease the actor, and he pretended to brush him off, acting like the man wasn’t good looking enough for him.  He was vain enough to believe that the actor would not give up trying to seduce him.  After a few minutes of conversation, the star left him, leaving Carl to wonder if he had somehow turned him off, like he had done to his high school buddy.  He most certainly did.  Once again his vanity did him in, but he didn’t yet know why. 

Unlike Mark and Jonathan, Carl went to college secure in the knowledge that his sex life would be fantastic.

Now that you well acquainted with the principal cast of characters, let the story begin.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/23/18