Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 12:44:29 +0200
From: lthawk34 (at) xs4all (dot) nl
Subject: Tyler and Reese - part 1
The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of
legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject
matter contained here do not read any further.
In real life, always play safe.
Comments are more than welcome at lthawk34 at xs4all dot nl
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Tyler and Reese
Chapter 1
by Sanboy
Reese's log, Earth date August 24th, 2011. Today I am enroute to my dorm
for the first time. Fortuitously, I have been able to save enough of my
prized belongings to start my college career without significant incident.
As I'm typing this log, the first thing that springs readily to mind is my
laptop. I think the only reason they let me carry it away is that I had
encrypted the entire hard drive. I have my college books, thank Cthulhu,
and most of my gear like calculator, smartphone et cetera. Too bad I can't
apply for a credit card yet at just 17 years of age so I have withdrawn my
entire savings this morning.
Those posessionas, and the clothes on my back, will have to do for the
three years I plan to be on campus. Why, why why did I have to come out to
those
troglodytes?! My dad.. he claims he loves me but he couldn't get a friend
if he milked a bull. As stupid as the ignoble, ignorant, illiterate,
incestuous, illegitimate progeny of parents who belonged to the phylum
Insecta. Well, actually grandma was okay, kinda. The only thing my mother
can see through the dense fog that permanently infests her cranium is
something like 'father does best' so no help in that corner. Why did I
have to come out?
They say I am intelligent. I am. It's not really being gifted. We're
talking 'a gift', as in the girl from Firefly but without the psychotic
wandering around and looking unwashed. It's the way I got my full
scholarship, without which I could forget about even setting one foot on
campus right now. So why did I descend to the utter stupidity of telling
my uh.. biological progenitors (I'm not calling them parents ever again!)
that I like guys?! Why? I should have known. Regret is the price you pay
for unrealistic expectations. So I now only carry the name Bartowski away,
nothing more.
Urgh, now I am getting emotional again. The lady next to me has apparently
noticed and is trying to read what I am writing. It creeps me out. Yes
lady, I mean you.
Solitude again. A brief look out of the train window tells me two things.
One is that the fucking area is still an ugly hick-ridden wasteland and,
two, that we're pushing a hundred, judging from the rythm of the supports
passing by, so we'll leave this place pretty soon. In my case forever, if
I can help it at all.
College then, physics. With any luck, my fellow students will be just as
gangly, scrawny and asocial as I am. I could even find a friend! Too bad I
can't live in an all-nerd dorm. Maybe if I try to join a fraternity? I am
unsure if you need any social graces for that because I don't seem to have
any. That's what people tell me at least.
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After a prety nice nap of - over three hours! - I check my
belongings and they are all there. Good thing. The creepy lady is now
messily devouring a sandwich. That brings me to the subject of money
again. I'm hungry. I'll have to eat, obviously, but I didn't bring any
food and I don't want to spend my cash on overpriced train fare. The
entire town is bound to know by now, I can't even return for a summer job
I guess. Maybe the Nerd Herd at the Buy More near campus will have me, I'm
sure I'd make a killing there. To calm myself down, I read one of my
assigned books. Again.
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College is three shades of awesome! The buildings, grassy areas in
between, architecture, atmosphere... all good. I am in academic heaven,
w00t! The dorm is nice too. Pretty basic but that is all I need. Luckily I
am not one of those twirly fashion homos so I am content with a simple
appartment with the bare necessities. I'll be sharing it with another guy,
whose name I spot on the door but don't know anything about. I guess I
could check Linkedin...
Nothing. Nor on studentweb or any of the other usual haunts. Tyler's name is
on facebook but so are four other guys with the same name. Too bad, he'll
turn up soon enough.
I claim the bedroom closest to the rising sun so I won't need an alarm
clock. Uhm.. it's not a bedroom, this is my home. I will be studying here,
sleeping, reading.. The common area has two dilapidated couches, some
chairs in various states of rigor mortis, and a clapped out old TV. A
quick check reveals that it does have the ports for my XBOX so I could
play Unreal Tournament with my roomie.. if he likes that. When everything
is in place in my own room I start discovering the rest of the app. Tiny
kitchen, bathroom that you could swing a cat in but only if it was a very
patient cat and didn't mind a few nasty cracks to the head.
I'm in the middle of sending a mail to Morgan when I hear sounds at the
door. I think the new guy is here. End log.