Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2009 00:04:34 +0000
From: mitchell faust <twowaykid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tangible Dream

This work is completely fictional and if there are any drastic similarities
to real people or places, now or in the past, it is strictly coincidental.
The following story takes place at a fictional college. There are strong
acts of male-on-male sexual situations, and if you are easily offended by
such actions, under age where your state prohibits minors from reading such
work or looking for a story that is strictly platonic, then I would suggest
that you not read this story.

I hope you all enjoy. Reading is fun! So I hope you have it.



Tangible Dream

Chapter I




"No! Don't stop! Right there! Right there! Oh my God baby,
I...I...I...can't take it anymore!" I yelled in sheer delight. My Legs were
thrown over his shoulders. He buried his face into my inner thighs hitting
my spots in the most vicious of ways. His strong hands gripped my ass and
pulled me closer to him. His tongue traveled into the crack of my
ass. "Baby don't. Please! I can't take anymore. You're going to make me cum
and I'm not--", he plunged his fast, velvet tongue deeper into me. He never
listened to me when I told him to stop.  He liked me to cum before him. He
was also always certain to make sure I came again, right after he did.

"Let that shit loose lil' daddy. You know I love it when you squirm with me
in this ass," His voice was a hushed deep whisper, yet, commanded total
attention. He knew I was all his. He dove in into my ass with his tongue
with an ungodly fever -- if that were even more possible. He was licking
every inch of my hole; biting my ass with just enough force to have me
moaning in sheer ecstasy. I squeezed and released my cheeks just the way he
liked it.

"Baby, please!" I shouted as his mouth continued to eat me out; his hands
never lessening their grip on my ass. Every inch of my being belonged to
this man; and I was more than happy to release over the deed of my body to
him.

"Baby, you just taste better and better every time." I loved the way his
low deep voice sent my body into trembles. I jacked off my dick as he
continued to make love to my ass with his wet and warm tongue. I was
sweating heavy and the load of pre-cum had lubed my eight inches of thick
dick perfectly.

My hand squeezed my rod till it turned red and begged to let lose its
stirring hot sticky white liquid all over the bed. The faster I stroked,
the faster his barrage on my hole became. To say I was in complete ecstasy
at that moment would be an egregious understatement. He grunted, moaned and
bobbed into my ass making it perfectly clear that he was in total control
of every movement my tight body made. With my other hand I grabbed the back
of his head and plunged him deeper into me.

"Oh...my...god. I'm bout to cum.  Look at me. I want to see you look at
me." I managed to gasp between breaths.  He stopped his feast and slowly
raised his head. The very thought of him looking at me in my eyes had me
wanting to cum more then anything else. His face slowly began to look at me
and I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. Those steel grey eyes burned into
me and I feel into the darkest pits of them. This was it. I couldn't hold
it any longer...


"Zerick! Wake up fool!"

I opened my eyes in shock. I was drenched in sweat. My dick was hard as a
rock and pulsating with pre-cum under my covers.

My eyes stung, trying to adjust to the bright rays of sunlight shining into
my dorm room. "Damn.", was all I could manage to let slip out of my mouth,
barely above a whisper.

"Damn dude. You had that dream again, huh? Did you see his face this
time at least? Like seriously, you need to jack-off more or something before
you go to sleep. This is like, what, the umpteenth time you've had that dream?
You `bout to be late for practice man, and you know coach been getting on your
ass bout showing up late" my dorm roommate, Kellen, said to me.

"Naw. I didn't. I never do. Fuck man! What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 8:12 man. There's a vitamin water and a muffin on the shelf.
You might want to hurry." Kells --as I and everyone else on campus calls him--
told me as I threw on the first pair of sweats I could find.

My dick was still on rock, but I didn't care too much and actually liked
the feeling of it struggling against my sweats, not wanting to be caged in
its cloth confinement.  I threw my sweat soaked shirt to the floor and put
on a tight fitting tank-top.  I just happened to look up at the thermostat
and it read a chilly 71 degrees and shook my head. What a dream, I
thought. I threw some deodorant on and tossed some Listerine into my
mouth. I grabbed my duffel bag and hit it out the door.

"See you later man.  Thanks 4 the food." I managed to say as I chewed down
on the muffin which almost scorched my tongue -- shit was hot!

Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you on time tonight at Starbucks. That way we
can hit it straight to the Kappa party afterwards, aiight!" Kells yelled
out to me. I was already half way down the hall and I heard it as a
whisper. I only had 8 minutes to make it across campus to practice before
coach ripped me a new ass.

            I'm on the track and field team. I'm the current NCAA men's 200
meter sprint and men's long jump champion. I attend Mavis University on a
full ride athletic scholarship. A crazy amount of scouts wanted me back
when I was a senior in high school; however, Mavis went all out to get
me. I was getting offered cars, money, women, etc, to attend the
University. I thought these little perks were only allotted to football and
basketball players. Mavis University, or just MU, however is one of the
highest ranked schools in track and field, as well as their swim team, in
the whole nation. But they are also one of the top ranked academic schools
in the nation, even giving Ivy league schools like Princeton and Dartmouth
a run for their money. The school likes to keep it that way and made sure
to pull out all the stops in order to recruit the best and brightest.

I was a national champion and team captain of my track team and even spent
two years playing varsity basketball. I was class president, head of the
Black Student Union on campus --which there weren't many of us since it was
such a prestigious uppity private school; you know, the ones where money
and who you know gets you in first, than your brain. I was second in my
class and pretty much "the man" on campus. The fact that my older brother
graduated from the school and went on to the 2000 Olympics to win 2 medals
in sprinting didn't hurt either. But you know what the crazy thing is? I'm
not even a major fan of running. It's just in the blood. I mean it's cool
and all; track is a hell of a workout, but I just happen to be good at it
and it pays for my school; I've no deep passion for the sport
personally. But hey, why not put use to my talents, right?

My real passion is writing. I want to be a famous author one day, writing
about the world around me and how people interact. I'm a total sociology
buff, hell it's my minor. Even though writing is my passion and do it every
chance I get, it doesn't quite get me the recognition that my skills on the
field do. So, suffice to say, it's no surprise as to why I'm late almost
everyday to practice and conditioning.

"Your late Mathers" coach Burns yelled at me as I entered the
stadium. "It's so nice of you to join us, your highness."

"Yo coach, why you riding me? I'm only four minutes late! You
know the dorms on the other side of the campus." I retorted back to him.

"It's funny how everyone else seemed to make it here on time.
Four miles! One for every minute you were late. Stretch and then get to it.
After your finished come see me and we can have his majesty join the rest of
the team, if it's of no inconvenience to him that is?" Coach laughed, did a
slight bow and headed over to where the pole jumpers were warming up.

Damn that man got on my nerves. But I could never be mad at him.
He was a good coach; he was a great
coach actually -- tough, but great. He's not very intimidating when you just
simply look at him. He stands 5'6, 147 pounds and looked liked a black middle
aged Danny Devito. But the man's mere presence demands respect and attention
wherever he goes. He was the main reason I chose to attend this school. I heard
he was a great coach and he personally trained my older brother to make the
Olympic track team when he attended.

            I did my stretches over on the far end of the field away from
everyone. Not that I'm vain or anything, but I'm an extremely popular guy at my
school -- not necessarily because I was the little brother of an Olympic track
star alumni of the school and because I was rather decent looking, though that
did help -- and most everyone craved to be in whatever area I was. The thing
many people don't know is that I've always been happy being the loner. Girls --
and guys, though they were more discreet -- have always been quick to throw
themselves at me.

If you asked around, many would say I'm one of the most
attractive guys on the campus. I stand 5'10, 170 pounds. My body was tight and
toned due to my training; tight six pack abs, well defined chest, strong legs,
a back that always seemed to stay in flexed mode and that V line at my waist
that always seemed to get people a little hot and bothered when I'd lift my
shirt up a little. I'm rather light-skinned with hazel eyes, complements of my
Black and Korean mother and high cheek bones with a deep dimple in my left one
and long jet black hair to my shoulders, compliments of my Black and Native
American father. I even had a set of pearly white on me that my friends always
joked could lead a ship home through a storm better than any lighthouse. Most
would consider me a pretty boy. But I always thought of myself as pretty
average. Okay, maybe a little more than average, but there were plenty of other
guys who I found to be much more striking then myself.

I enjoyed being around people. They always fascinated me. Always
"doing the most" People watching is one of my favorite past times (told you I
was a socio buff). But for the life of me, I didn't really like being around
any given group of people for too long. Even my team mates whom I love to death.
Most who wanted to be in my company only wanted to be there because of my
status, my looks or to make them selves look better. I swear, people are
fascinating when you just sit back and analyze them.

            I finished my stretching and knocked my four miles faster than I
expected to. The whole time I ran, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream
from this morning. It was always the same dream for the last three months; well
maybe in a different setting here and there. It was with the same faceless man
who only allowed me to see his warm but mesmerizing steel grey eyes. He'd come
to me in the heat of passion, out of nowhere. I was completely taken by him.
He'd kiss me deeply and sweetly. His body was identical to mines; cut and
toned. He stood 6'3 with milk chocolate brown skin that was soft as silk. He
had a tattoo of a cross on his left arm with the number twenty-five in the
middle of it. His hands were strong yet soft when they touched me; hands that
made me feel secure and weak at the same time. His scent could only be
described as intoxicating. He'd always hold me and whisper in my ear that the
mere sight of me in his eyes drove him insane with lust and passion.

He'd rip off my clothes --no matter the place or who was
watching-- and kiss my neck while his hands played with my whole body, as it
was his favorite toy (in one dream he even told me it was. Every time I became
weak in the knees and was at his complete mercy. All I could do was hold on to
him and enjoy his strong embrace and control over me. He'd pick me up, throw me
over his shoulder, guide me by the hand or whatever else way he could think of
to take me to wherever he wanted to go. He'd lay me down and proceed to make
love to me in everyway and position possible.

 I'd had this dream too
many times to count and yet it was driving me crazy that the best love making I
had ever experienced was not only in my dreams, but it was with a faceless man
who's mocking eyes stayed with me like my shadow. I'd fallen in love with this
faceless man of my dreams, and to be quite honest, I didn't find it strange.

I told Kell's about it about a month back. He thinks it's just
sexual repression. I haven't had sex since my freshman year of college and I'm
a junior now. I convinced myself I would wait for Mr. or Miss. Right to come along since I'd grown
weary of the mindless fuck sessions with pretty girls with no brains and fine
dudes who were quick to drop their pants if the wind blew on them. I guess you
could say I wanted more; I wanted a relationship and someone to call my own. I
want someone who will love me for me, and I, for them. I know it sounds corny,
but it's what I wanted and not to sound too cliché, but I always get what I
want. However, I must admit it was becoming harder to hold on to my vow of
celibacy --jacking off so didn't count when I decided this. I'm only male
human!--and this repetitive dream wasn't helping matters.

            I finished my four miles huffing and panting. My coach knew I hated
long distance running. I'm a sprinter dammit! Thus, it became his favorite way
of punishing me; my punishments were often. When I was done, I saw everyone
gathering around coach. I walked over, wiping sweat off my brow.

"Ah. You made it. How bout we get here on time from now on?"
Coach said to me. I just rolled my eyes. He and I both knew that wasn't going
to happen. Coach continued on talking, "Ok everyone listen up. We have the UL
Delta championships coming up in two weeks as you all know by now. We haven't
lost this meet in twelve years and I don't intend for us to lose this one
either. So we need to buckle down and up the training." Coach cut a sharp eye
at me and then looked back to the rest of the team, continuing to deliver his
speech of hard work and extra practice, when my girl, Lea, came and stood next
to me, hanging over the stadium bleacher rails.

 Lea was 5'5, 135, dark
beautiful skin and had a smile that would blind you. Her hair was in braids --
this week at least. It was never the same for more then a week.

"Zerick, you gonna go to the Kappa party tonight right, boo?"
she said to me while playing with her braids and chewing her gum loudly. She
was wearing her hot pink short shorts that showed the bottom of her ass, her
bright yellow spaghetti strap top that stopped right above her belly button,
showing off her tight stomach and some bright yellow Nikes. Her long nails were
painted neon green this week. Just by looking at her, you would be quick to
type-cast her as the pretty but ghetto, air-head, loud mouthed, "hood-rat"
chick. Hell, that's even what I took her as for when I first met her during
freshman orientation. While the loud-mouth part was true of Lea, mama was
anything but an air-head and "ghetto".

She did grow up in the hood and did have it pretty rough; daddy
left when she was four, mom had to work two jobs to feed her and her two
younger sisters, whom she had to practically help raise, and was given offers
left and right by pimps and hustlers wanting her to get her on the street
corners, convinced any man would pay top dollar to get a piece of her; you know
the story. Despite it all, Lea made it out of the hood unscathed and went on to
be first in her high school graduating class. To say the girls a genius is an
understatement. She's Biochemistry major and wants to go on to do something
that totally goes over my head; I know it has to do with nuclear power and
third world countries. Girl's a genius!

"Yhea ma. You know I'll be there. Hell, the Kappa's still trying
their best to get me to pledge. So you know I was first to find out." I
responded as I tried to listen to coach and tried to keep my mind off my dream
at the same time.

"Oh ok. You know Lisa gonna be there and gonna wanna have you
all to herself, in a corner, all
night. You know she's on a mission to get you. You the last brotha on this
campus she ain't had yet." Lea pulled on one of her braids and looked at me
with that "so what you gonna do" looks.

"I know ma! I mean she banging and all. Girl is fine. But she
just gonna have to keep trying because the word "no" sure as hell don't
register with her." Lea tried to hold back her laughter. "It's the truth."

            "And one more thing." coaches voice came back into clear focus.
"We have a new member on the team. He just transferred here from Kings University.
I want you all to welcome Tori Morgan. He's the Southern Top-Teal Conference
champion in the men's long jump and is the Southern division 300 hurdles
reining champ. Hey Mathers! Pay attention will you? Looks like you got a new
long-jump partner." coach said as he smiled at me reading my bored expression.

Despite the coach's introduction, I didn't bother to look at the
new edition to our team. You've seen one runner, you've seen them all, right?
Lea, being about the track pit, had a perfect view of the boy and you could
tell by the body language of the girl track members gathering --well more like
swarming- around the boy, that they thought him to be a hot piece of ass. I
just looked at the crowed and laughed a little in my head.

"Oooh Z. He look good!
I'm gonna have to go an introduce myself. He might need a date to the Kappa
party" Lea cooed as she twisted her braid around her finger in a flirtatious
manner and smiled her million dollar smile.

 "Ha. Good luck with that
Lea; by the looks of the girls on him, you gonna have your work cut out for
you." I laughed and looked up her, only to catch her bending over the rails,
her big chest squeezed together in her arms, giving off a little show --the
girls a genius, yes, but she's a major tease as well.

Lea looked down at me, broken from her gawking, giving me a
incredulous look, "Do you see what I'm wearing? Ha. I dare him not to pay
attention to me over them chicken heads." She went back to her half bent over
stance.

"Okay mama's. Well you work that out. I'll holla at you later."
Lea merely shook her head yes to what I know she didn't hear me say and
continued to play with her braid. I found the whole thing to be interesting;
Lea is like me, and in that I mean that she tends to get what she wants.
Nothing short of hell or high water will stop her. Let the chase begin, I thought in my head.

 I decided to head over to
the long jump area and start getting my stride together for the up coming meet;
I could wait to meet the new guy later when his bevy of admires were done
trying to get to know him. Besides, if he was so good at long jump, we'd be
working together soon enough as coach stated earlier.

I sat down by the sand and did some more light stretches. My
brain was on the Kappa party and debating if I wanted to go or not, despite the
fact that I told Lea I would. Jason would be there and I really didn't want to
see him after what happened between us last week. It was all a huge
misunderstanding, but he was still filled with rage towards me; and to tell the
truth, I couldn't blame him. I had fucked up royally and just didn't have the
balls at the moment to face the pied-piper. I shook the thought from my head
and got up to start my jumps.

"Excuse me. Your name is Zerick right?" A familiar deep and
pulsating voice from behind me said aloud. It freaked me out a little that not
only had I not managed to hear anyone approach me at all, but the voice was
close enough to me that I could feel its cool breath on my earlobe. I don't
know why, but my legs buckled just from the sound of it and my eyes closed in a
trance. It all happened in a split second before I turned around to face the
familiar voice I couldn't quite recognize from where at the moment.

"Oh shit!" was all that managed to slip from my lips.

I stood face to face with him but all I could see were his eyes;
those warm steel grey eyes that seemed to be boring into my very being. His
tall figured hovered over me, our shadows intermingling. I looked at his arms.
On the left one was nothing but veins running along his toned muscles; and on
his right arm, there as plain as day was a cross with the number twenty-five on
it. I couldn't breath. I was staring at the man in my dreams. This couldn't be
real.

"You are Zerick Right? Zerick Mathers? His grey eyes stayed
latched to mines and I tried my best to snap back to reality.

"Ummm. What? Uh, yhea. I'm...I'm Zerick. Tony right?" My chest was
beating a thousand miles a minute and focusing was becoming harder by the
second. My mind raced back and forth at the unlikely reality of what was
standing in front of me.

"Naw man. It's Tori. But that was sort of close." He let out a
warm, light laugh that I can only describe as having me feel like a little girl
being serenaded by her favorite singer. "Zerick...yo, Zerick You okay man?" He
was still looking me dead in my eyes, yet I was somewhere else completely.
Scary how that place involved him being there in my imaginary world, despite
him actually standing not inches from me in real life.

"Yhea. I'm good man. I just felt a little dizzy for a second.
Stretched too fast I guess." I was anything but good, but I just said the first
thing to come to mind. It was corny and totally non-believable, I know, but
Tori just gave it a little laugh and let me keep true to my little weak excuse.
Focus, I yelled to myself in my own
head. "Sorry man. Tori. I won't mess it up again."

"It's all good dude. I get it all the time. I just wanted to
introduce myself to you, that's all. Tori Morgan. Coach said we might be
spending a lot of time together, you know, with us being long jumpers and all."
Dammit! The way the boy spoke was like air over silk; smooth and effortless.

"Nice to meet you Tori. You got my name right. Zerick Morgan. But
everyone just calls me Z. You can choose whichever.

"I get a choice, huh? I like choices." He flashed a magnificent
smile at me that I damn near had my eyes bugging out of my head. "I'll just go
with Zerick since everyone else calls you Z."

"Umm. Yhea that's cool. So I can see you like to be an
individual. That's good. We desperately need some more on this campus."

"You could say that I am." Tori looked me up and down for the
quickest second then gave a quick smirk. "So, as all the ladies were so
kind...well more like eager I guess, about this Kappa party tonight. Are you
going?"

I stood there looking at Tori with a puzzled look on my face.
Maybe I was just going crazy or looking into things too deeply, but the tone in
which he talked to me was as if he had known me my whole life and we were the
best of friends. "I'm thinking about it man. I'm not sure yet." I managed to
say it pretty cool despite my legs still feeling like Jell-O.

"Your girl, Lea I believe it was," he said smiling at her name
"said you were most definitely going" Again, he looked me up and down in the
quickest of glances and gave me the same smirk. I smiled. Not because of the
glance --well maybe that had a little to do with it--but because Lea managed to
get this boy to remember her name and leave an impression in what I'm sure was
a matter of one or two minutes. She was good.

"Oh is that right? Well, if you already knew I was going, what
was the point in asking me then? I raised my eyebrow, despite myself.

"I just wanted to here it from you kid." He stated as we gave me
a quick wink.

"Morgan! Come over here for a second will ya?" Coach yelled
across the field. Tori gave me one final split second up and down then took off
at a cool jog towards the coach on the other side of the field. His stride was
just as smooth as his speech. I stood with my mouth partly open just watching
him run away; the man from my dreams.

I slowly sat down on the ground, finally giving way to my shaky
legs. I was breathing harder than I though I was and I couldn't help but feel
dizzy. I stared at the grass and thought about what I just saw. Tori, the man
of my dreams; one in the same? After A second of contemplating it, I started
laughing out loud. It was an absurd idea. Granted, they both had the same eyes.
But so what? Lots of people have grey eyes and have the same exact physic as
the man in my dreams; six-three, a solid 190 pounds of toned muscle, skin the
complexion of dark maple and those same damn grey eyes. I had to admit the
tattoo was a little freaky; lots of people have crosses tatted on them. I
wasn't quite sure of how to convince myself of a logical reason why both had
the number twenty-five inside the cross however. It was spot on. But, I merely
waived it off as being a coincidence. Besides; the man in my dream had his
tattoo on the left arm and Tori's was on the right. My whole rationalizing the
situation to myself wasn't really working, but I was determined to hold on to
it as truth; at least until I could think it over some more when I was alone
and more calm. I broke out of my trance and gazed in the direction of where
Tori had run of to. He wasn't there, nor was the coach. "Get it together Z." I
whispered to myself.

Slowly I got back up and continued to laugh --namely just to make
myself feel like I wasn't going nuts--and decided to get some jumps done a
couple of sprints knocked out before coach called it a day.

I spent the next forty minutes jumping into the sand, trying to
outdo my previous leap and pushing off the blocks in short 100 meter sprints.
It was oddly humid that morning and a good eighty-seven degrees already.
Suffice to say, I was sweating bullets.

Around halfway through my routine, I was stripped down to
nothing but my shorts that I was more than happy to have realized I left in my
bag. Sweat was falling down my bare chest and abs and giving me the appearance
that I had just ran though a water fountain. My abs and chest muscles flexed
tightly with every step I took, slowly walking back and forth to cool myself
down. My hands were placed on my head, naturally flexing my finely toned biceps
in my arms. My shorts were halfway down my ass and exposing my tight black
2xist underwear which hugged my firm but rather supple and stacked --at least
that's what I'm always told-- ass perfectly; they never seemed to ride up even
with all the running. Maybe the last part was a little P.I. huh?

While most of the girls had become acclimated to the guys
running around half-naked, many of them still couldn't help but stare hard at
me and some of the other guys' bodies when we went without a shirt and allowed
our shorts to ride low on our asses. I found it rather enjoyable to watch the
girls' lust after my body like it was some type of chew toy to be gnawed on and
used for their own enjoyment. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it right? The guys
were just as guilty of ogling the girl when they would hit it around the track
in their sports bras and tiny shorts that left little to the imagination. Damn
near the whole team were a group of flirts; and I was among them.

I let the girls get their little looks in and then decided to
call practice quits. I looked around the track field once more hoping to see
Tori, but he was nowhere to be found again after we finished our brief
conversation. For some odd reason I felt a little unnerved at the fact that he
wasn't on the track. I really wanted to see him again. I quickly shook the
feeling from my head.

I walked to the locker rooms to take a shower, perking my ears
up a little at the many little conversations that members were having to one
another -- and you guessed it; many of the conversations were about Tori; How
attractive he was; wondering if he was single or taken; trying to figure out if
he would join one of the major frats on campus, or if he already belonged to
one; and most interesting, if he was going to be the one to out show me in long
jump. I can't lie, I was rather interested in some of topic, but I just laughed
at it and kept walking to the showers. What is it a bout someone new that
drives people into a frenzy?

When I stepped into the lockers, I wasn't surprised to find it
completely empty since everyone was still out on the field. I stripped down to
my birthday suite and walked over to one of the showerheads. Just as I turned
on the shower, I realized that I didn't have any other clothes to change into
when I got out. Personally, I didn't matter to me; if I had it my way, I would
take my shower and walk back across the campus to my dorms, naked and smiling;
I had no shame in my game. However, some people tend to frown on that thing so
I couldn't indulge that thought for too long. And I refused to put my sweaty
clothes back on once I got all fresh and clean. So I decided just to truck it
back to my dorm and shower there. As I was getting dressed, Tori's smiled and eyes
stayed plastered to the front of my brain. I didn't bother shaking it from my
mind this time and actually smiled to myself enjoying the visual.

While caught up in my little mental smile fest, I heard some
rushed whispers from the back of the locker room about 10 rows down from where
I was sitting. Funny, I didn't even hear the back doors open. I must have
really been into my thoughts.

"I think this is a bad idea. We shouldn't do it like this" One
of the whispered voices of a guy was barely audible enough to hear despite the
room being completely empty from voices other than his own.

"What the fuck? So you just gonna back out of this shit now,
man? After all the muthafuckin time we spent planning this shit. What the fuck
man? Stop being a little ass pussy all the time and man up, shit." The second
voice, while not talking completely out loud, wasn't as reserved in keeping his
voice to the hushed whisper level of his partner. What struck me as odd was
that despite his words, he sounded more panicked and unsure then upset. He
sounded as if he was trying to convince himself of his own words.

"I'm not saying I'm backing out of it. I'm just saying that
maybe this isn't such a good idea. Do you know whose stuff we're potentially
messing with? And what if they --"

You think I don't know? I'm the one who worked this shit up from
the jump! They got this shit coming to them and your ass better be right there
beside me when it goes down. I'm not letting them get away with this shit."

"Man, your not thinking this through!" The first voice began to
rise a little but was still at whisper level. "Did you even think about how we're
gonna get out of there afterwards. You haven't told me. The place is gonna be
packed wall-to- wall and you know they're gonna be all over the place. You only
thought about getting it done. We should wait." The soft voice came out as a
tortured plea.

"Naw, fuck that. Tonight is the only night. You think I'm gonna let
what they did just fly? Huh? Hell fuckin naw! Listen, just make sure you get
the shit from out of the back and take it to --"

Suddenly, loud whisper guy stopped talking, and I realized why;
my bag had fallen off the bench and hit the floor with a flat thud at that very moment. I had slowly
been pushing it off while leaning in closer to hear what the two guys were
saying.

"Yo! Who's up in here?" Loud angry dude called out. I heard foot
steps approaching me and I went into panic mode. Not that I was scared of
whoever these dudes were, but I didn't want to get caught ear-hustling on what
was obviously not a conversation I don't think they wanted others to be apart
of. Besides, with what they were seemingly talking about, seems like they
weren't adverse to confrontation. Fuck! I was stuck thinking what should I do? I looked around trying
to think of something. Just then, two dudes --whom I sufficed to be the ones
talking by the skeptical looks on their faces--walked around the locker to where
I was sitting.

"Aye yo man. What's up?" I looked up and pressed the pause
button on my i-pod --I plugged the ear buds in my ears with a flash before they
got their and was all to happy to know I also got I had it in my bag without
remembering until that moment--and was shocked to see the guy who asked the
question was someone I knew. His name was Hampton.
Everyone on campus called him Hammie and with good reason. The guy was by no
means the most attractive person you could lay your eyes upon; he had a huge
head with little ears that was only overshadowed by his large 6'5 240 pound
frame. He played on the football team and was actually pretty agile despite his
size. But as to why everyone called him Hammie was because the man had a nose
that looked just like a pigs; scrunched up and round; not to mention the fact
that the dude literally squealed whenever he laughed.

"What?" I stated as I removed my left ear bud and looked at them
with confusion. I pressed the pause button and looked at them with the most
puzzled and "duh" look I could muster. "Aye, what's good with you Hammie? Where
you come from?" I gave him dap, and he returned it a little hesitant.

"How long you been in here Z?"

"For a short minute I guess. I was going to take a shower, but I
ain't got no clothes to change into."

"Ain't the track team still practicing?" Hammie still continued
to look at me with a puzzled look, as if trying to figure out if I was holding
out or lying to him. I stifled a laugh; Hammie wasn't the brightest tool in the
box and watching his face trying to figure anything out was hilarious. But I
managed to keep a straight face.

"I took off early man. Leg is killin me. Just been in here
jamming and making sure coach don't find me, you feel? The rest of the team
should be in here in a second actually."

Hammie looked me over and just shrugged, most likely convinced
that I was too busy listening to my music to hear him and his boy's quick
conversation.

"Z. This my little cousin Markus. This his freshman year. He's
actually thinking about joining the track team. Maybe you can put in a good
word with coach Burns."

In my attempt to convince Hammie that I knew nothing about his
conversation, I hadn't even paid attention to the boy named Markus. I'm a
little shocked I hadn't. The boy was a babe. He was a shorty, standing at about
5'6, but had a pretty built and solid frame; he had to be about 165 of toned
muscle. He was fairly light skinned, pink full lips and had these pretty brown
small eyes that had a strange sadness to them, as if he'd just lost his loyal
pet dog. Without realizing it, I crooked my neck to look at him with a strange
and intrigue. He was a college freshman, and though the boy had a nice build
that showed through hit fitted shirt and basketball shorts, the boy looked as
if he could only no older than fourteen. Fifteen tops. "It's nice to meet you
Markus. How do you like the campus so far?" I finally spoke to him in a much
softer voice than I expected to come out of me. I guess I didn't want to scare
the kid. Seriously, the boy looked like he was about to start balling at any
given moment.

He gave me a quick nod and responded in a soft but full voice
that easily made me realize it was him who was trying to convince Hammie out of
doing whatever it was they were planning on doing. "It's cool I guess. The
Cafeteria is big." He looked at the floor the whole time. I found his response
to be rather odd. Who comments on the Cafeteria when asked how they like a
school as massive and vibrant as Mavis? Well, I suppose Hammie would, but this
kid seemed to look a little brighter than Hammie; hell, a five year old absorbed
in a television show looks brighter than Hammie.

"What do run? Your cousin right in saying your thinking bout
joining the team?

"Um. I use to run 200 and 100 meter in high school. But I don't
know." He continued to stare at the floor with his hands behind his back and
his shoulders hunched over; he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Ok Mark. You mind if I call you Mark. Well if you do find out
what you don't know, holla at me ok. I'll see what you got."

Markus looked up at me at me last statement with a face that was
a mixture of curiosity and interest. He just nodded okay. I couldn't help at
smile. The kid was too adorable.

"Yo, Z. We bout to bounce. I'll see you around." We bumped fist
and Markus followed behind his cousin like a little sad puppy, but managed to
give me a quick smirk before he turned to look at Hammie's back and follow out
the front entrance to the track field.

Weird. That was the only real thought I gave to the whole
situation at the moment. It wasn't my business whatever they were talking
about, no matter how crazy it sounded. Besides, Hammie was always getting into
shit on campus. A college Junior --how he made it that far and for that matter,
how he even made it into the school remains a mystery to me still--and the guy
acted like an eighth grader in classes and on the field. The dean of discipline
and him were on a first name bases.

I gathered up my bag and walked out the back doors. I didn't
want to walk through the field; what I told Hammie about avoiding the coach
wasn't exactly a lie. This isn't the first time I've left practice early and
coach was not happy at all when, I, or anyone else decided to make an early
brake for it, unless they were dying; and even then, he might have made you
run, jump or pole vault your own dying body to the hospital. He caught me once
trying to bail, just ten minutes early, and all I can say is that after he was
done with making me pay for it, he actually let me have a day off the next day,
being that my legs couldn't move from out of my bed due to all the pain they
were in. If you do manage to escape, you hear about it the next day, but for
some odd reason, he doesn't go off the deep end. I guess it's his way of
applauding you for managing to escape his un-godly hawk like senses.

I went out the doors and turned around the corner to capture the
team filing in to coach telling them something I couldn't hear, through the
chain-link fence that surrounded the track field. Taking no chances with
wanting to get caught, I took off running and made it over the big grassy hill
that separates the field from the West side of the campus. After clearing the
hill, I took my time slowly walking back to the dorms, taking in the scenery.
No matter how times I had walked the campus, it still made me smile from its
beauty.

The campus was huge! However, despite its sheer size, it really
felt like a small close town of its own. In a way, I guess it was. The school
was built in the early 1900's, and although the school had undergone many
renovations and up-grades over the years, it still had that old-school, classic
feel to it. Many of the buildings were brick layered and looked like mini
castles. They had a unique feel and presence about them. When you entered one
or walked past them, you instantaneously felt as if you were getting embraced
by knowledge that was far beyond yourself.

There were huge willow and oak trees everywhere on the campus
that provided much needed shade from the, at times, unforgiving Texas sun. A huge water
fountain of a lion --the school mascot-- could be found in the middle of the
massive campus. Cobble stone paths ran all through the campus, leading you to
classroom buildings or into the campuses little personal shopping center. Well,
it wasn't that little actually. It had everything a student could need; a
shopping mall; lots of little restaurants and clothing chains. There was a Best
Buy and Apple store. The little town even had a combined three- story movie
theater and bowling alley where most of the students found themselves trying to
enjoy a Saturday night if they weren't too busy hitting the books.

Back on the campus, there were many statues of abstract art from
the sixties and big grassy areas spread throughout the campus. Students could
be seen laying out on a blanket, books open and studying or playing a game of
soccer.

The only buildings that stood out from the others were the newly
constructed five-story computer lab and the old astronomy building. The
computer lab was a sight to behold: It stood as magnificent eye catching
spectacle on the east side of the campus, nestled between the huge science and
engineering department complexes. It's made completely out of glass and polished
steel. It stood at a funky tilting angle when you looked at it from the outside
and while very futuristic looking, it sort of clashed with the old school,
classic look that was the majority of the campus. The student body of the year
it was built, 5 years ago, decided on the design for the building. They wanted
something that represented change. They definitely managed it.

While the computer lab was awesome and thanks to my professors
assigning me a crap load of work every day, was a place that I visited very
frequently, it was the astronomy building I was most enamored with. I found
myself always walking through it whenever I would head back from practice. The
place was nothing short of beautiful. It was built as apart of the original
campus; however, it had the strange futuristic look to it that even made the
computer building look as old as the other brick buildings around. The windows
were all diamond shaped and tinted black. It was made completely of shiny steel
and polished oak. It was built in the shape of a dome but elevated off the
ground by a grand stair case that was also made of steel and polished oak wood.
The entrance doors were massive--10 feet high and made of solid oak.

When you walked inside, you couldn't help but do a full 360 and
marvel. The ceiling was large, dome shaped and painted completely black. The walls
were a pearly white and had an eerie like sheen to them that almost made them
look like solid barriers of mist. The floor was shiny black and has gold specks
weaved in elaborate patterns throughout. The halls were wide and the soft
orange lights were always dim; the echoes that manifested from the slightest
steps were like thunderous and soothing drums playing its' own haunting beat.
Despite classes being held in any given classroom at any given moment, there
was a solace about the building that always made it feel empty; as if you were
the only person in the whole structure. Even the professors that taught in the
building seemed to be possessed by some type of calm serenity that the place
seemed to emit upon anyone whom entered its walls.

I'm not really big into the stars and space, but the place had a
way of making you feel really small; it made you feel as if there was so much
out there in the universe that was so far beyond your comprehension. It humbled
you. In the three years I had been on the campus, I can honestly say I've never
seen anyone, inside of the building, walk around with even the slightest look
of anger, confusion or irritation. It was almost a holy place in some sense. I
spent several hours a week in here, sitting in an empty classroom, and just
contemplated life.

             Today
I decided would be no different.

            I decided to
stop off inside and take a break. I needed to think in quite and I was pretty
certain that Kell hadn't to his class yet since they were all in the afternoon.


            I went to the
back of the building --the familiar sense of calm that I normally experienced,
once again flooded through me the seconded I entered--and found room A-55. It
was always practically empty. Only one senior honors class met here twice a
week in the evenings because the classroom was so small; it was roughly the
size of three janitor closets and fit the twelve students who attended just
fine. I always had a thing for small spaces, so it didn't bother me much.

I entered the seemingly dank looking room only to be pleasantly
surprised by its warmth. I wasn't sure why it always surprised me; the room was
always room despite its droll and simple looks. The only things in the room was
a huge poster of the constellations, an old mobile black board on squeaky
wheels and fourteen small wooden desks, that looked as old as the school
itself. The desks were closely placed together in a small circle. I sat down at
desk six.

No, it didn't have a number on it, but I was bored one time and
gave all the chairs numbers. I unknowingly made it a habit to never sit in the
same chair twice until I had sat in all fourteen, then would start over again.
I told you, I come here a lot. I'm also superstitious and for some odd reason I
just believe it to be bad luck if I break the cycle.

I placed my bag on desk twelve, pulled up desk eleven in front
of me and kicked my feet on it as I reclined in desk six. I let the warmth of
the room wash over my body as I closed my eyes and placed my hands behind my
head. I took a couple of deep breaths and let myself get carried away with my
thoughts

He appeared again.

I suddenly found myself inside what I presumed to be an old
abandoned theater house due to the massive stage I was standing on which was
right above the orchestra pit. Rows upon rows of worn and dusty red velvet
seats stretched from the bottom to the balcony levels of the theater. Large
black velvet drapes lined the sides and were meticulously decorated with spider
webs of all shapes and sizes. A large, beautiful and expensive looking
chandelier hung above the bottom row of seats. Its shine and glisten no less
dulled by the thick dust that had collected on it. The place looked as if it
was a sight to behold before time and neglect took a hold of it.

He stood in the shadows on the side of the stage.

I noticed that the only lights that were on in the building were
coming from the dimly lit chandelier and a soft yellow spot light that was
pointed dead center on me.

Though I had yet to look at him face to face, I knew he was
staring a hole into me; one mixed with passion and lust.

I turned slowly to the left side of the stage and looked at him
standing perfectly still. I could only see those steel grey eyes --my eyes. I
couldn't help but think it--stare back at me; the bottom half of his face was
shrouded in shadow. I wanted to run into the shadows and pull him into the
light with me. I wanted to see all of him. I wanted to see the man I loved only
in my dreams.

As if reading my mind --and by the actions he took in all of my
dreams, I very much believed he indeed could--he slowly turned his back to me
and walked away at the same time my hand, of its own accord, reached out
towards him.

I was in a trance with my arm stuck out in front of me. I wanted
to yell at him to stop. I wanted to run to him and feel his hot body pressed
against mines. I wanted to feel his warm lips kiss me again and give me that
familiar feeling of the only two things that mattered in the world were, us
together and in love.

I was infuriated in a quick second. He'd deny me his face. He'd
deny me the ability for him to be anything more than a dream. He'd deny me real
love outside of my fantasy world. But he'd deny me him when I was with him.
Yet, here was, turning his back to me and walking away.

My blood boiled. I was shocked at myself. I was growing hot from
anger. His simple little act had ignited something much hotter than a flame
inside of me. He belonged to me and I wanted what was rightfully such; even if
it were only for a second.

The anger in me peaked and suddenly, I was broken of my trance. I sprang
after him like a mad man. He melted deeper into the shadows as I ran towards
him. The stage felt a mile long all of a sudden. I ran as fast as my legs could
carry me, certain in the fact that when I did catch up to him, I wouldn't be
able to stop myself in time and would tackle him full on. Apart of me wanted that to
happen.

He kept the same slow gait, seemingly oblivious of my pursuit.
It felt as if I had been running for several minutes, which was impossible; the
stage simply wasn't that large for me not to have already reached the other
side where he was. I continued my sprint despite it.

I reached out my hand again as if to catch him. He slowly turned
around and looked at me in the eyes.

I stopped dead in my tracks and my mouth hit the floor.

Finally.

After all this time and all these dreams, I saw his face; his
gloriously beautiful face. It was completely dark where he stood, yet his face
shown bright like the brightest star in the sky.

"Zerick." His comforting voice called out to me and once again,
I feel into the familiar trance like state he so easily put me into. I didn't
even pay attention to the fact that I was out of breath and my legs were
shaking. It didn't matter. All that did, in that moment, was that I could see
him and he was calling my name.

"Zerick."

I felt a strong, yet gentle hand shaking me on my shoulder. I
jerked up swiftly and tried to focus my eyes.

I blinked a couple of times and slowly looked up at the figure
standing over me. Without thought, I smiled from ear to ear. The man of my
dreams had followed me into my reality.

"Zerick. Are you okay, man? You looked as if you were having a
nightmare judging by the way you were thrashing around in that chair."

I blinked again and again. I shook my head and focused on the
face again. It was him. But it wasn't. What
the hell, was all I could think when my mouth spoke, "Tori? What are you doing here?

With a slight laugh, he merely replied, "I came here looking for
you Zerick."

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End of Chapter I


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