Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 18:05:29 -0500
From: Marchande Landreaux <phynest_in_da_504@hotmail.com>
Subject: HBCU Experiences: The Scarf, pt. 1

Um, yeah, this is a partly true story, well, at least based on some true
events with some fantasy stuff in it.  All of the names have been changed,
so, any similarities are truly coincidental and unintentional.

Pt. 1

I was late to choir rehearsal that day.  He really didn't care, it was his
third year and he had more than put in enough time with that sorry ass
bunch of people, but, he knew he had a decent enough voice and figured what
the hell.  He didn't even sign up for the class, hence him reconciling his
lateness.
	He busted open the doors to the choir room and walked down the
aisle like he was the shit.  It was the new year, first rehearsal and he
was anxious to see what new faces were there.  He came in and sat opposite
the choir on the other side of the room not intending to do much, but show
his face.  He scanned the row and saw him for the first time.
	The young man had a cute looking face, pecan brown skin about like
his own, and a seer sucker blue and white blazer on with a red handkerchief
flowing out of it.  A shirt tucked in with a white belt, and a red shirt,
blue jeans and some white boat shoes.  Immediately his mind went to the
frat famous for their krimson and kreme colors.
	"Hmmmm, this should be an interesting year," I thought to himself.
	The choir director outed him because again, the bass section
sucked.  Nothing new, they had more or less sucked the last two years he
had been there.  There was only one other decent base.  The other guy who
had graduated from The House just thought he was grand shit and sounded
like a pregnant moose in labor every time he decided to open his mouth
singing as though dynamics were non-existent.  He stood up, feeling put on
the spot and after some prodding sang whatever it was he was supposed to.
	Rehearsal ended and he saw Predator, another House graduate.  He
was thirty, shoulda been an alright person, but had that Predator
reputation on campus for going back and messing with the young boys on the
AUC campus-(so did the Moose, but that's another story).
	"Wassup," Predator said to I.
	"Doing alright.  How was your summer?" I said extending a hand,
never once taking his eyes off of the new frat guy he had spotted.
	"It was cool," Predator responded.
	I stalled for some small talk as that was about as far as he could
go in the conversation and then he remembered the dude had borrowed a book
from him last year.  "You still got my book?" he asked as he saw frat guy
walk up to the front by the piano where they were standing.
	"Yeah, you need it back?"  he asked looking aloof as usual.
	"Um, no rush, just wanted to make sure you had it 'cause it wasn't
really mine in the first place."
	By now, frat had walked up and sat down at the piano.  But not
before I had taken notice that homeboy was actually cute as hell.  If he
had messed around and been his height or taller, he perhaps would have
categorized him as foine as hell.  Frat was about 5'10" to 5'11" depending
on who he prolly wanted to impress, and had 360 waves in his whole head.
Had the workings of a goatee, and he was freshly shaven on his face.  I
sized him up at about 180lbs, and it was official, it was an instant crush.

Pt. 2

As time progressed, I found out that the guy played piano and organ just
like he did.  And was content with keeping his DL status just that lest he
make a faux pas and let all his business out of the closet.  About a week
after the first choir rehearsal, he found himself in the music room talking
to some of the old students from last year and rifled through some papers.
	"Oh this is the list of the new students?" he asked the office
assistant.
	"Yeah," she responded, sounding like a little girl.
	He flipped through them and found out his name Brandon Mark Ross.
"That sounds white of him," he chuckled to himself.  He also found out that
he was from Memphis as well.  "Sorry to hear that as well," he said to
himself.  Hmm, alright, that was enough information for him to think about
for a few weeks.
	From there I walked over to one of the other students dorm room.
He didn't know why he was walking over there.  He really didn't like the
guy because he had halfway outted him in front of some mixed company.  Some
folks there knew he got down, but some didn't.  He couldn't understand why
some gay folk were so fucking fucked up that they would do some shit like
that.  It made I mad that the dude liked him in the first place, and looked
ugly as a wildebeest-clearly I wasn't giving him any play, but for him to
transfer his frustration in such a way that he decided to out him?
	But he's allegedly engaged....
	There was no one else on campus who was going to give I the time of
day right then, so he found himself knocking on the Wildebeest's door, to
which he opened it and walked in and saw two of his friends, Danica, who
everyone called Dan the Man behind her back (clearly she wasn't interested
in picking up men looking like who shot john all the time) and Brian.
	"Wassup?"  I said as he walked through the door.
	"Wassup," Brian said imitating I's deep bass voice.
	I smiled and replied, "Nothing," and plopped down in the easy chair
setting his book bag and laptop down on the floor.  "So wassup with chapel
services this year?"
	"Well, you know they've asked you to play on both Tuesdays and
Thursdays?"  Wildebeest said while shuffling around in the kitchen making
rice.  It brought I back to the day when he fell out with him-they fell out
over the undercooked rice!!!!
	I rolled his eyes, "Shit, we can ask that new boy to play for some
of that shit.  I aint about to fuckin' wear myself out playing for all
those damn services."
	"Who?  Brandon?" Brian asked looking up from flipping channels.
	Wildebeest let out a laugh, and Dan the Man secretly began laughing
to herself as well.
	"Did I miss something?" I asked.
	"BWAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brian said from sitting on the bed.
	"Look, I just wanna get it out in the open," Wildebeest said
walking from the kitchen area.  "I think Brandon looks good as hell!"
	I, the ever DL person just rolled his eyes suppressing his desire
to say "Hell yeah.  His accent is fly as hell," instead just letting out an
"Oh I guess."
	"You said he play?"  Wildebeest followed up.
	"Yeah, I heard him and Predator in rehearsal the other day playing
around."  Of course that elicited more laughter from the peanut gallery.
"Yeah, I thought the same thing.  Predator saw some new meat and
immediately pounced on it."  At the same time I was wondering why hadn't he
done the same thing.

Pt. 3

      It was chapel hour at the school finally at 11am.
      The choir had marched in and as fate would have it Brandon had sat
right in front of him wearing a mostly white, and black striped short
sleeve polo with the Express logo on it.  I took one look down at the music
in his hand and suppressed a "DAYUM!" under his breath and realized that
Brandon had a donk.
      His mind went to the booty shakin' song that Soulja Boy had released
earlier.  And thoughts of grabbing Brandon in a club setting and have him
bend over, as Gotti Boy Chris used to sing, and start rubbing up on his
dick in the club and grab him by the waist and grind along with him----
      The guy next to him bumped him and got I out of fantasy world.  "Pay
attention!"  the guy Clarence had said to him as the director had started
the morning hymn.  I guess it was I's saving grace because actually,
Brandon was doing a good job of giving I an erection just from that visual.
The shirt was stuck in the small of his back and had no hope of ever
falling down any farther unless he decided to stick a hand back there and
pull it down himself.
      I was in typical fashion, sitting on the back row sending and
responding to text messages that were comments on the abysmal sermon that
they had to sit through in the choir stand, and it was fraught with his
running commentary about who had on what and making smart ass comments the
entire time.  A few of which solicited Brandon turning around and smiling
and laughing joining in on the joke.
      Well that's a good thing, I thought to himself and he figured it was
time for him to finally introduce himself officially to him after service.
So, as they were letting out, I walked up to him and said, "Oh, I heard you
playing the piano.  You play for a church?"
      "Yeah, this church around the corner from here, not too far."
      "Cool, dats wassup," I responded.  "I," he said extending his hand as
a formal invitation.
      "Oh, I know who you are," Brandon replied coolly returning the
handshake.
      Responses like that are enough to take the tentative power out of I's
grasp and place in that of the other guy.  And this instance wasn't any
different.  I scrambled for a response that was manly, cool, and showed
some swagger without coming off as yet another thirsty ass dude who was
gonna try and holla at this clearly fly ass dude.
      "Oh, you know who I am?" I said smiling now.
      "Yeah, man, you the dude always be in the back crackin' jokes on
errybody," he said while I felt a stirring in his loins as the two still
held hands and he heard the tenor voice speak in dulcet tones but clearly
producing the Memphis drawl.
      I just laughed and said, "Yeah, that's me.  But lemme just get your
number in case some stuff come up with the choir."
      "You do a lotta texting?" he asked me out the blue.
      Knowing that the answer was "Good God yes!" I felt it was best to
play it safe and said "Yeah, but I try not and blow up someone phone if I
know they don't like it."
      "Oh iight.  Cuz, yeah, Phillip be blowing up my phone during service
talking about people and I don't play that.  You don't see no one talking
about him like that."
      I almost didn't make it.  He so wanted to cut a fool right then and
there.  Although he referred to him as the Wildebeest, everyone else knew
him as Phillip.  Beyond the shadow of a doubt, I was getting further
confirmation that Wildebeest was a fuckin' fool.  I mean damn, we aint even
been in a school for a good month yet and he was already coming for the new
students.
      "Nah, I aint like that," I said still trying to not just crack up
laughing.
      "Cool, cool.  Well here it is," Brandon said giving him the 901 area
code number and I returned him the favor.
      "Iight, man, we'll be in touch.  Clearly we got choir and everything.

Pt. 4

The temperature had finally changed and it had gotten cold as Atlanta
headed into the month of November.  Suffice it to say, I was at a
standstill in the sex department.  He had a girlfriend, but she was up in
fuckin' Virginia still in school as well and he wasn't online like he used
to be.  He had actually met a cool friend named Tristan through the
Wildebeest, but he had some dude he was talking to, and for what it was
worth, both of them were trying to be respectful of that.  Clearly both he
and Tristan liked each other.
	Then there was his barber.  Same height as he was, skinny as hell,
but had an ass so big it would make females shame.  Honestly, it qualified
as the worlds biggest ass on a man EVAR!  I mean, his barber was all man,
goofy as hell, but still masculine as hell.  Allegedly, per the Wildebeest,
he and his barber had fucked around-but the Wildebeest was nationwide and
had a tendency to lie and exaggerate shit; who knows if he did or not-this
was Atlanta after all.  Regardless of that, when his barber had put the
paper thin neck protector around him, I let his wood fly underneath the
smock.  Thankfully no one could see it because, yeah, it was full fledged
hardon.
	And then there was Brandon.
	Actually, Brandon was halfway giving I some shade.  He had noticed,
however, that Brandon never missed a day dressing.  He was always nice,
usually decked out in something from American Eagle or Abercrombie and
Fitch as was his style, but he pulled it off like a straight dude.  In the
midst of all of that, it was a group of them that hung out together that I
was cool with, but he clearly wasn't on their inner circle mind's eye.  He
wasn't getting the phone calls when they went out for a bite to eat, or to
go hang out at the mall.
	It was usually two other new dudes and this other female that they
hung out with.  The two dudes, Maurice and Shannon well, let's just say,
people would be more shocked if they weren't gay.  They wasn't out queenin'
it up like girls, but, um...yeah, the shock would be if they weren't gay.
The girl, well, she was actually a girl believe it or not.  Not some Dan
the Man tragedy.
	I had sent some random off the wall texts to Brandon aside from
seeing him during the school week since he didn't stay on campus, and a few
he got back positive responses, and a few were kind of a "back the hell
off" texts and I went into tailspin mode trying not to feel rejected from
someone who prolly didn't even know he was interested in him.  Actually, by
this point I had written Brandon off as just gay friendly.  As a church
musician, come on now, one has to be gay friendly in order to survive.
	But then he walked into school with his scarf on.
	Well, I was convinced that any dude that wore a scarf as a fashion
statement was ghey as hell.  Clearly, Wildebeest had shown up with some
random ass knot, and Maurice came in wearing a fraternity hoodie and a
scarf at the same time, acting as though the aisle to the chapel was some
fashion runway.  I was sitting over in the corner at the organ just having
a field day.  I had already told a few of my friends about my crush on
Brandon, and when I sent my text about him wearing this elaborate ass
scarf-with an American Eagle cardigan on, I realized to myself-this dude
get down.

Pt. 5

	My phone rang and it was a text message from Tristan.  "U wanna go
out tonight?" it asked.
	I had a little bit of money, I was trying to save as much as
possible for Thanksgiving the next week because I was driving to Birmingham
to kick it with a homeboy from undergrad and I said to myself what the hell
and texted back "yeah, where y'all going?"  He responded and I said I would
meet them there for about midnight.
	I ironed threw on some clothes, mostly black, and headed out the
door.  Ran to the ATM, got some money and headed out to the club.  I'm
really not a clubber, let alone a gay clubber.  But what the hell, I hadn't
seen Tristan since his birthday party and you only live once.  I knew the
night was going to be interesting because clearly me an Tristan were
halfway flirting with each other waiting in line and I know alcohol makes
me horny.
	We walked into what looked like a high school gymnasium with two
bars in the back, and we all headed straight for them.  I ordered a
margarita that seemingly came in a cup comparable to the ones you rinse
your mouth out with.  I downed in under five minutes and then went back for
a Corona, the first of four that night.
	Yeah, the whole night, it was me and Tristan's friends dancing with
each other, and I was lit, by the second Corona for sure and letting his
friends feel my dick without really worrying about it.  Shyt, I thought, if
they didn't like what they felt, they woulda stopped bending it over.
	Then Tristan walked up to me.
	He started leaning his neck all into me, unlike his friends, and I
couldn't resist, I started suckin on his neck, and I'm quite sure he wasn't
complaining either.
	I went to the bathroom, came back and bought another beer and I
realized I was drunk as hell.  I really couldn't recognize any faces.  I
was doing good to recognize the people that I had came with.  If someone
was there that I happened to know, I wouldn't be able to tell because---
	"Wassup Jeremiah," he said in my mouth so closely I could feel his
warm breath on my ears.  I really didn't even have time to react because
whoever it was had slipped their hands around my waist and it was all my
reaction to not just melt, so I grabbed his hands from behind me and closed
my eyes while I asked "Who is this?" and finally turned around.
	It was Brandon, and he had on a scarf.
	I was really too drunk to go off like I wanted.  I can really be a
damn fool when I want to be, so instead a big ass smile broke out across my
face and I couldn't stop.  "What the hell you doing here?" I asked.
	"Same thing you doing?" he said smiling as well.
	"Damn, I ain't even think you got down bruh," I said taking another
swig of the beer as I took in what he had on.  He had on a dark blazer, and
some dark shirt with the shirt open revealing the upper part of his chest
and the glitz of some chain he had on.  He had two small studs in both of
his ears which I had never noticed before until that night, and he never
stopped smiling.
	"Well, yeah, as you can see I do.  I aint know about you either,"
he said.
	I responded with just more incessant smiling.  "I see you're
enjoying yourself," he laughed nodding at the bottle in my right hand.
	"Hell yeah, come here," I said throwing all inhibition to the wind
and grabbed him and kissed him right there on the dance floor-right next to
some j-setters-and for the first time I was able to grab that big ass that
he had behind him.  It was a relatively quick kiss.  I was drunk and
clearly more concerned about my hormones than really trying to get to know
the boy, and shit, he was going along with it.  The kiss broke, but we kept
on dancing with each other grinding each others dicks up against each
other.  Oh gawwwwd, I was getting hard quick, fast and in a hurry.
	That was enough for Brandon who turned around and started grinding
his ass firmly into my dick.  Annnnnd, just my luck, "She Got a Donk" came
on and I quickly gulped the rest of my beer down and just went for broke as
I had a full fledged hardon going down the left leg of my jeans, while
Brandon was going for broke.  I held onto his waist for balance as grinded
on each other.
	When the song ended, he stood up and looked at me and said, "So did
you drive here by yourself."
	"Yeah, but I met some friends up here.  What about you?"
	"Yeah, I rode with a friend, but, um, I saw you and wanted to come
over and speak."
	Gawwwwwwd, he was foine as hell.  Standing less than six inches
from my face, my dick grinding into his as we had this conversation as he
started back dancing.
	I lost track of time, as me and him danced on and off for a minute.
Walked back to the bar, he got a blue Muthafucka and I got yet another
Corona, and then we posted up on the wall.
	"Damn, I can't believe I saw you here tonight," I said to him.
	"You wanna see more?" he asked standing on the wall turning and
looking at me.  I played dumb, but my dick clearly heard him as a felt of a
rush of hormones and my dick jumped at the thought.
	"Huh?!" I said.
	"You wanna see more of me?"
	"Yuh," I said trying to maintain my coolness.
	"Cool, well I can drive you back home and we can finish what we
started out on the dance floor back at your crib.