From: an11658@anon.penet.fi (PghDude)
Reply-To: an11658@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 21 Nov 1994 01:11:45 UTC
Subject: Kurt (m/m)

Hey guys!  
	Here~s the first part of a story I~m writing.  (*I* really should be
studying, so the remainder will come later.) Your comments and
suggestions are welcome.  Send your flames to someone else who will read
them!  The story involves two adult males and is fiction.  Unless I meet
you on the second floor of Hillman!

PghDude

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	It was 7:00 Sunday night.  If all went well I could have another four
hours to study for my calculus exam which was Monday morning.  Luckily,
Hillman Library was somewhat quiet tonight, and I had nestled myself
away in a solitary section.  I had already mastered the convergence
tests and the Taylor series formula, and in just three more sections and
I would be set.  As I began reviewing my notes I heard a shuffle behind
me.  
	~Hey bud, you studyin~ for calculus too?  Mind if I study at the other
end of the table?~  Great.  Someone else in my secluded study area. 
Fuck!  Go away!  Get lost!!
	~No, go right ahead.~  It wasn~t a complete lie.  I began to realize
that having this guy study with me might not be so bad.  I recognized
him as being from my section.  He usually sat off to the side with the
other swim-jocks, who typically find more interest in each other~s
antics than the lecture.  Well, so do I.  
	As he unloaded his book bag I began to check him out.  High and tight
black hair, with just a hint of a wave on top.  Clean, smooth dark skin
that shone even in the library~s artificial lighting.  Hmm, is he
Italian?  A strong, masculine nose, cheek bones, and chin made this
nineteen year old even sexier.  As he removed his sweatshirt I got a
glimpse of his lower torso, and it looked fine!  Although he was wearing
shorts, his legs were hidden by the table.  I began to admire his broad
shoulders and his narrow waist when he interrupted my gaze.  ~You~re in
my section, aren~t you?  I~m Kurt.~  
	~Yeah, I think we are.  I~m Mark.~  I feigned disinterest ~ act cool. 
Still, he smiled in such a friendly, honest way that I couldn~t help but
smile back.  As we exchanged small talk about the class and Pitt, we
both began to feel very comfortable in a relaxed way.  I suddenly felt
as if I had known this guy for more than the couple of minutes that we
were talking.  
	As I eased myself back into the realm of studying, I couldn~t help but
glance over in Kurt~s direction.  My secluded study area truly was gone,
along with my concentration!  I began to read silently to myself to
regain control. ~Because p(x) has n+1 coefficient...~ He~s looking at
me... ~it seems reasonable...~ He just looked again at me... ~that we
will be able ...~ he is STARING at me!  
	~Hey Mark, can I ask you a question about this stuff?  I don~t get it.~
 Before I could answer he had swung out of his chair and was standing at
my side with his hand casually placed on my shoulder.  Whatever he was
pointing to in the book was incomprehensible at this point, believe me! 
Instead, I studied the fine black hair on his forearms, his bicep as he
turned a page, and the muscular calves which I was denied seeing
earlier.  In the eternity of a second I started to envision what he must
look like in his Speedo and how well his ass must be framed by it.  
	~...so Mark, which derivative do we take?~  What was Kurt talking
about?  *Was* Kurt talking to me all this time?  At that instant the
room suddenly felt very hot, and I started to perspire.  Kurt was
looking right at me, with that friendly smile and hand on my shoulder,
waiting for an answer.  Since I had just studied this section I was able
to quickly throw out the answer, much to my relief and Kurt~s
satisfaction.  He gave my shoulder a squeeze, or was it a caress, and
thanked me.  As he went back to his chair I shamelessly appreciated his
muscular legs and cute butt with my eyes.  

	For the next three hours Kurt and I studied together in the library. 
We were the perfect study pair, since each of us had a firm
understanding where the other was uncertain.  He wasn't the "dumb jock"
I pegged him to be.  He had a good head on his shoulders, in addition to
the great physique and killer smile!  He had it all!
	I began to grow more accustomed to the shoulder squeezes, back pats,
and hair tosslings he gave me after we discussed the latest calculus
quandary.  He seemed to be doing it more affectionately each time, as
his hand would remain just a instant longer.  'Oh come on, Mark,' I told
myself, 'get real!'  But, by 11:30 we were done!  Together we
accomplished what would have been a burden to do alone.  I suddenly got
quiet when we started to pack up, figuring that we would simply drift
apart and disappear in the sea of students we see everyday.
	"Hey Mark, do you want to swing by my place for a while?  Maybe we
could catch some ESPN and demolish some nachos."  His invitation was...
was too much to believe!  Here was this swim-bod-god with a brain like
Einstein (OK, not quite just like Einstein), asking _me_ back to his
place.  As Kurt laced up his Reeboks he flashed that smile and those
laughing eyes to tempt me on.  And, yeah, he looked like a knockout
wearing shorts, his muscular, hairy brown legs, Reeboks and no socks! 
Baby!!
	"You know, man, it's really kind of late.  With the test tomorrow I
think that ..."  My words drifted off.  What was I saying!  You fool! 
Red light alert, dweeb on the second floor!  Quick, change your mind! 
"...hell!  Why not!  It sounds like fun!  Where you live?"  In some way
I felt as though I had just secured a private date with him.  All on my
own.  A hero.  Way to go, Mark!
	"Over in the Towers.  Come on, let's go."  
	As we left Hillman we thanked each other for the studying.  We were
mutually impressed with the others abilities and interests.  It turned
out that we lived in the same Tower, just with a world of four floors
between us.  Before long we were out of the elevator and at his door.  
	"Geez, man, what do you have in here, a coal furnace?!"  I couldn't
believe how stiflingly hot his place was.  Figured, though.  You could
house penguins in my room, and this lucky guy got all the heat.
	"Yeah," he chortled, "I guess it is a little hot in here.  They can't
do nothing about it, though.  I guess I'm used to it."  With that, Kurt
proceeded to strip down to just his Champion shorts, popping off his
sweatshirt, tee, shoes, and socks.  He seemed so at ease with displaying
his body, like, 'Hey, I do this *all* the time.'  
	I, however, just stood there.  Wearing my jacket.  Standing there. 
Looking at him.  At his body.  Incredible!  Kurt had a serious athlete's
body, and I don't think he had any excess fat anywhere!  Those broad
shoulders I admired earlier were the top of a well-muscled, chiseled
torso.  His pecs were well defined, and unlike other guys' bodies I have
seen at the gym, his entire pecs stood apart from his chest.  His nips,
an even darker brown than his skin, were centered and as wide as my
eyes, undoubtedly from the excess heat.  And they were highlighted by a
light coating of coarse black hair that lead down to his abs.  I found
myself wanting to run my fingers down the ripples of his abs!  What more
can I say than that every ab muscle was on display!  From there the
treasure trail buried itself into his shorts.  As he turned to retrieve
the nachos from a crate in the corner of the room, I noticed that a set
of wide, flaring lats framed his body beautifully.
	"Come on, Mark, take off your jacket!"
	"I just can't believe how warm your room is, mine is frigid..."  My
mind was wondering down that treasure trail by now.


	While I removed my jacked and slipped off my penny loafers, Kurt
displayed the bag and nachos and a fresh jar of salsa from his dorm
fridge.  "Hey, we're doin' it right tonight ~ a new jar of salsa!"  Kurt
enthusiastically flashed me his smile, hoping for my approval of the
extra picante red stuff.  My mind reeled from the ironic symbolism my
English class had instilled in me:  a hot room, extra picante sauce, and
a *very* hot guy!  
	Kurt didn't seem to notice my awkwardness; he was moving about with
agitated energy.  He clicked on the color TV situated at the foot of his
roomie's bed and surfed the channels until he reached the evening's
entertainment, re-rebroadcasts of some tennis tournament.  "Hey," I
offered, catching his excitement, "I already saw this!  Martina gets
slammed!"  
	"Yeah, I read about it in the Times.  Too bad she looses, she's pretty
neat.  You know ~ for all she's done.  Anything better you'd rather
watch?"  Kurt made a genuine offer:  TNT, TWC, USA, and other
cryptographic acronym TV stations.  As he plopped down on his bed, I
took a seat on the floor besides it, constantly reminded of just how hot
his room was.
	Kurt flipped to the Discovery Channel as I turned around to dip into
the chip 'n' dip bowl.  To be honest with you, I could have just watched
him all night!  He was half hugging his pillow with one hairy leg half
propped up, munching away on the crunchy corn chips.  He seemed so
relaxed, so at-ease, so...hot!  Here was this athletic, handsome dude,
whom I didn't know six hours earlier, stretched out before me half
naked!  And, to top it off, so friendly and genuine!  Kurt focused my
attention back to the TV, where archeologists were uncovering a burial
site in Mongolia.  It was pretty absorbing, and we both sat there
immersed.  I was also pretty surprised that Kurt would find interest in
something this *educational*.
	During the Sally-Struthers-Earn-Your-Degree-At-Home commercial, I got
up to stretch my cramped legs and sat on the foot of his bed.  I kinda
stared at him.  Well, he stared back at me too.  It got awkward.  Quiet.
 I smiled.  He smiled.  I was getting in over my head!  So, I asked the
obvious question.
	"So Kurt, you rushing a frat?"  It had the eloquence of banging on an
empty pot at a semi-formal.
  	"Nah, I guess I'm just the free-wheelin', independent kind of guy. 
Besides, who'd wanna live in house full of other guys when you can live
on a co-ed floor?!  How about you, you rushing?"
	"You kidding!  Not me, I want to graduate with more than a
two-point-nothing average!"  I hope I sounded cool, you know, real
casual.  
	"If you work as hard as you did tonight, I know you will!" he chipped
in, tossling my hair again as he got up and headed for the fridge.  I
smiled deep inside myself.  "Do you want anything to drink, Mark?  Those
chip have made me so thirsty!"
	"Yeah, me too.  Besides, it's so hot in here too."
	"Well, I got  some OJ, iced tea, and some spring water."
	Great, we regressed to talking about beverages.  I suddenly felt like I
was on an airplane, being offered my complimentary drink and nuts.  What
I really wanted to talk about was *him*.  Or *him* and *me*!
	"You know, Mark, I really do want to thank you for helping me out with
the calculus tonight.  I didn't understand L'Hopital's Rule when ol'
Polyester-Pants explained it in class.  You're a pretty neat guy, too." 
	I was gathering my thoughts, wiping the perspiration from my brow, and
readjusting myself while he said this.  His compliments came so quickly
and so unexpectedly that I was left speechless as he handed me a cup of
OJ.  I no longer felt embarrassed about checking out his great body, and
I think he knew it too.  We smiled again, this time like great friends
do.
	As a chain saw pierces the tranquillity of a wooded grove, the sound of
his roommate's key unlocking the door shattered my latest train of
thought.  The door swung open and in he stumbled, clutching his babe by
the waist.
	"Derrick!  Hey, how'd the party go, dude?!"  Kurt passed by me to close
the door after his roommate.  I became a hot potato, Derrick claimed a
title of "dude," and Babe leered at me.
	"Ah, it was great man!  Why didn't you come?!  Ah, man, you missed
*one* *great* *party*!  Didn't he, Caressa?"
	Caressa?  I thought I would puke on the spot.  Chihuahuas are named
'Caressa.'  And so is Babe.  I was wondering if the room could explode
from the suffocating heat and alcohol vapors which had just walked into
the room.  
	Derrick, Caressa, and Kurt talked for a while about the wonderful booze
and babes he missed.  And I just kinda stood there, like a worm on the
proverbial bump on the log.  And Caressa leered.
	"Hey, Kurt, I'm gonna get going.  Good luck on the calculus test
tomorrow!"  And I reached for my dear friend ~ the doorknob.  

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	As I made my way back to my own room, I was overcome with an emotional
high, for having been with Kurt that evening, and an emotional low. 
Dressed in only his shorts he reminded me of a Mandate cover, but I
never got to see the rest!  I guess this meld of emotions is the kind of
thing that happens when you're too tired.  The sudden worry of not
getting enough sleep for the test obliterated my strife as I unlocked my
dorm room.  Luckily for me, though, I didn't have a roommate like
Derrick to put up with.  (Good grief, like Derrick!  Ugh!)  The housing
office never reassigned another guy to my room after Chad failed out. 
So, tugging off my clothes, I crashed into bed, staying awake long
enough to fully realize what was happening.
	I don't know for just how long he was sitting outside my door, but I
almost fell over Kurt as I bolted out my room.  I think I'd fall for him
anywhere, though!  "Man!  I almost tripped over you!  Hey, good morning,
how are you?"  I was in surprisingly good spirits for this early in the
day, especially with a test looming over me.   Even though I was
disappointed with how last night went, there wasn't a hard part in me to
hold it against him.  Kurt did look cute, though, with his short hair
partially hidden by a Pitt cap, and his Polo shirt untucked.
	"Hey, I'm OK.  Really tired, but OK.  D'ya mind if I walk to class with
you?"  I could see the sleep still in his eyes, kind of like ol' Coot,
the beagle back home, if you wake him up too early.  We walked along,
pretty close to each other, barely saying a word.  But it was enough,
since I think we both understood.  
	When we got to class, Kurt sat next to me, not with his swimming
buddies.  My insides fluttered.  I felt like I had my lucky talisman
with me, and with my mind at ease, I breezed through the test.  I kind
of felt like singing, 'Zippadee-do-dah;' everything was going my way! 
So, with five minutes left to class, I handed in the test and headed
back to my room.
	Once back in my room I put on the Nat King Cole CD and flopped on my
bed, pondering what to do for the next three hours.  A knock on my door
brought me from my reverie.  'Don't answer it,' I told myself; just
enjoy the morning.  The knock persisted.  As I got up to open the door,
Kurt came in on his own.  He looked like he had taken a beating.
	"Surprise to see you here, Kurt.  How'd the test go?"
	"Not well," was his empty reply.  Closing the door behind him, he came
into the room, until we were standing the closest we've ever been.  "I
guess I was thinking about last night instead of all that other stuff."  
	My breathing turned labored, and I could feel my face paint itself
crimson.  He just stood there, his Reeboks touching my socks, his facing
pointed down.  And then he did what I dreamed of.
	He put his arms around me, and pulled me close!  He rested his head on
my shoulder!  I felt myself wanting to cry and laugh, to shout and to
whisper.  I felt him relax, his muscles turn from tightly wound springs
back into flesh.  And  I returned his embrace, reveling in the touch of
our muscular bodies.  
	"Hey Mark -- thank you."  His words were warm on the side of my neck. 
My hair stood on end.  "Do you mind if I take a nap here, I'm bushed." 
In the absence of words, I lead him to my bed and unlaced his sneaks. 
Together we curled up on the bed, as I wrapped an arm around his chest
to pull him tight.  In the background Nat serenaded us as we were
unforgettable.


	Thinking back, I am amazed at how soundly and peacefully I slept with
him next to me.  On our sides, my one arm embraced his chest while we
held hands under the pillow.  As I drifted off in slumber, I remember
feeling absorbed in Kurt--the smell of his aftershave, the feel of his
chest muscles, the warmth of his body.  We were like a jigsaw puzzle
properly put together:  knee-to-knee, hip-to-hip, chest-to-back.  During
that moment when consciousness is lost in sleep, I was unaware that the
smooth-skinned, hunky Italian guy from the library was actually here
with me.  In my bed, asleep with me.  Breathing in rhythm with me.  
	But  I did know he was there.  It's like that satisfaction of lying on
the beach with the summer sunlight bathing you.   You don't have to see
the Sun to be surrounded in its warmth.  You can feel the safety of the
beach without consciously saying, 'The pounding ocean can not reach me
here.'  Bliss--have you ever had that feeling of security and
completeness?  Although my dreams and precise sentiments were
unremarkable, Kurt's peace and rest made it spectacular.

	"Kurt, wake up!  Kurt!"  The alarm clock had already snapped me to
attention, warning me like a surrogate parent that I'd be late for
class.  I gave Kurt another shake on the shoulder, slowly bringing him
from the deep sleep he enjoyed.  "Kurt, I'm sorry to wake you up, but I
got to go!  I have class in five minutes."  My voice came out uncertain
and unconvincing.
	He blinked at me.  Was he awake?  Hello?  Rolling over on his side, we
gazed at each other like couples in deep communication.  I then stared
at him, wondering for a moment *why* I was so eager to learn about light
theory.  As I gently massaged his flaring lats, I could sense words
forming on his lips.
	"Mark, I'm still tired!"  So much for deep communication.  The
simplicity of his honesty caught my by surprise; I hadn't realized his
need for sleep.  Apparently, he really was awake all night .  With an
arm on my back he pulled me near to him, warming my neck with his steady
breaths.  But then I quickly recognized that the man was no longer
focusing on me, but instead on the waves of sleep washing over him.
	"Well, you are welcome to stay," I whispered to him before loosing him
completely, "but I'm heading off to class."  I gave him a quick kiss on
his lips, earning a smile of approval.  As I slid off of the bed Kurt
eyes blinked open, unappreciative of the sudden vacancy .  I put on my
shoes and jacket.  "I'll be back for lunch, so don't go away!"  In the
wink of an eye, Kurt was curled up on my bed before I could open the
door.  "I love you, Kurt," I whispered as I closed the door.