Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:45:21 -0500
From: Matt James <nordictiger790@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Hear I Want - Chapter 2 (College)

Disclaimer: If you live in an area where reading material involving two
males undergoing sexual acts is illegal, I suggest you stop reading now, as
this document may be considered heinous and/or unlawful. Also, any relation
to people living or dead is just coincidental! This story is complete
fiction!

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Background Information: American Sign Language (ASL) is a non-verbal
language used primarily in the United States and Canada among the Deaf
community. It is very different from English, as it is a visual language,
with a grammar and syntax of its own. I will do my best (as a hearing
person) to demonstrate how Deaf people communicate by typing signed
conversations as all capital letters with lowercase letters representing
unsigned words to help the understanding in English.

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"YOU HEAR, I WANT" by Matt James
Chapter 2

A few days passed by, and I slowly became acquainted with most of the kids
on the floor. Everyone seemed pretty nice, with the exception of a few
apparent douche bags. I thought college had weeded all of those guys
out. Guess I was wrong!

I had already made one friend, Will, just by playing Call of Duty with the
door open. He loved shooting games, just as I did. It happened to turned
out that we had a lot of similar interests. Will was from Las Vegas, and he
had a sorta of charismatic aura to him. Everything he said was witty and
funny, and he was great company. However, he didn't know any sign language
at all, so him and Kyle didn't really talk. It was okay though, because
Kyle was usually away at hockey practice or socializing with other Deaf
kids on the floor.

Will and I instantly became inseparable. Everything we did, we'd always ask
the other if he'd like to join in. We never ate alone, and we sort of broke
the tension with the rest of our floormates. We made jokes towards each
other that broke many awkward silences when our floor went down to the
cafeteria to eat. I think we were the first friends on the floor.

It was Sunday night. Our orientation week had come to a close, and already
I was having a blast. I'm not sure if I was ready for classes to start the
next day. I had to wake up bright and early at 7 AM in order to get ready
for my 8 o'clock class.

Kyle came back to our room after showering at about 10:40 or so. He always
took nighttime showers, which I've never understood. Nothing feels better
than a nice warm shower to wake you up in the morning (to me at least). His
skin glistened while beads of water rolled off of him. He was drying his
hair with his towel, so it allowed me to steal a few glimpses.

I still couldn't believe how beautiful he was. However beautiful, though,
after spending a week with him, I realized that he looked the best in the
morning. He would climb down from his bunk and wake his computer from sleep
mode, then stretch upwards, on his tip-toes, flexing all of his muscles
without even trying. His hair would be in some messy fashion, but would
somehow maintain it's good shape. I was pretty sure I saw a morning woody 3
or 4 times over the week too! His dick had to be 7 or 8 inches long, and
pretty thick in girth. I couldn't really tell through his boxers, but I
atleast knew he was packing. He would sign "GOOD MORNING" if I was awake
and would leave the room to venture to our communal bathroom regardless of
the condition of his penis.

I continually thought to myself, "Man, this is going to be really hard."
(No pun intended!)

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On Monday morning, my alarm clock's seemingly life-stopping buzzer hit me
like a train.

7:00 AM.

I reached over to it shut off the alarm. I sighed and then looked over at
Kyle to see if my alarm had woken him. Then I remembered, "Oh wait.. I
don't have to worry about that." I laughed to myself and climbed down to
the floor.

Showering always made me feel better in the morning. It was the one place
that I could just clear my mind and relax. This morning was no different. I
began thinking about my last relationship, which ended bitterly back
home. All we had was sex. My boyfriend and I had nothing else in common.
Thinking about the sex must have fired off a signal in my brain, because my
mind suddenly veered to Kyle's body. Unintentionally, I began imaging Kyle
butt-naked just stroking himself in his bed. I got rock hard instantly. It
had been a week since I had jerked off (all the way back home), and I
needed to relieve myself. I stroked my cock in the shower for a good five
minutes before I heard someone get into the shower two stalls down from
me. Knowing that someone else was in the bathroom while I was pleasuring
myself was invigorating. It felt so wild, knowing that I was masturbating
mere feet from somebody, with only the shower stalls in the way. I began
stroking harder and faster as I panted and held on to the walls with one
hand. My orgasm was explosive! I sealed my lips shut and didn't allow a
single moan to escape as six to seven thick shots of cum erupted from the
head of my penis and onto the walls and floor. I guess a week will do that
to you!

I nursed my dick for a couple more minutes before I realized that I still
had to get ready for class! I quickly finished up my shower and rushed back
to my room to get dressed. I hurried back to the bathroom to brush my teeth
after getting my crap into my backpack. I laced up my shoes and headed off
to my first day of classes.

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It was about 3:45 when I got out of my last class of the day. I hadn't done
much all day, but I was exhausted. My professors had given out their
syllabi, explained their policies, and touched on their respective first
topics. I wondered what had made me so tired.

As soon as I got back to the dorms, I threw my backpack over by my desk,
kicked off my shoes, and laid out flat on the floor with my arms resting on
my forehead above my closed eyes. It was nice and quiet.

"Aaeeey!" I flinched, startled, and looked up to my left to see Kyle
standing there. "YOU DOING WHAT?" He smiled.

"I'M TIRED! DAY [was] LONG! YOUR DAY, HOW (how was your day)?" I asked.

"EASY. MY TEACHERS, STARING, COULDN'T STOP. EVERYONE LOVES ME. (My teachers
couldn't stop staring at me. They were all in love with me.)"

I rolled my eyes and told him, "I, I, I, I!" It was a phrase in ASL that
mean he was full of himself.

He laughed and pushed me playfully, rolling me over onto my stomach. I
instantly leapt to my feet and pushed him back. He laughed again and
signed, "MORE STRENGTH, YOU NEED. YOU'RE [so] WEAK! (You need to work out,
you're weak!)" I could tell he was joking, but I probably could use a
little more muscle. I asked him how he kept in shape.

He basically told me that it was hockey and constantly practicing that kept
him in shape. He was never really a gym guy, but went to the gym with his
teammates when their coach had told them to.

I told him he was lucky right before turning on my PS3 to play a little
more Call of Duty to kill some time (and nazis).

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At about 6:30, Will leaned into our room and asked us if we wanted to go
eat dinner. Kyle obviously didn't hear him, so I translated for him.

"Whoops.. sorry Kyle," Will said with an apologetic face while making some
weird gestures with his hands.

"[It's] O-K, [it's] O-K. DINNER [is] FINE." Transversally, I translated for
Will as well.

"Man, I definitely have to teach you some signs," I sighed while my
roommate searched for his shoes.

Will smiled, "Yeah, before you know it, I'll be hanging out with Kyle
instead of you." I pushed Will out of the door frame and asked him if
anyone else on the floor was going. "Yep! Couple kids from the floor, and
some /ladies/ from the floor below us." He put some emphasis on the word
'ladies,' and wiggled his eyebrows up and down at me while nudging me in
the ribs with his elbow.

"Oh.. heh, sounds awesome." I lied through my toothy smile.

When we gathered all of the troops, we headed over to the cafeteria. Kyle
walked with some Deaf kids while Will and I walked with the hearing kids. I
could tell it was a little awkward between the hearing and Deaf kids. Looks
were passed back and forth as I heard whispers and saw signs of kids making
fun of one another. I was disgusted by the rude behavior.

Will was having a great time talking to the girls, just being himself. It
seemed like all the girls were listening intently as he let off his
extremely remarkable charm. They were enthralled in his small, humorous
anecdotes.

I sat their silently, thinking about how messed up it was for people to cut
others down right in front of each other. I knew what it felt like, as I
was picked on during my freshman year of high school for being gay. It
wasn't until later that year that I had found real friends.

I was messing with whatever food was on my plate when I felt a tap on my
shoulder. There was a kid standing behind me holding a piece of paper. The
paper read, "are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, the food is just a little weird here. Kinda miss mom's
cooking, you know?" I painted a fake smile on my face. The kid shook his
head and pointed at his ear, stating that he couldn't hear me. I apologized
in sign language and repeated what I had said earlier in sign.

He patted me on the back and smiled warmly. "LIE, NEED DON'T. (You don't
need to lie)."

"NO NO. I'M FINE." I lied again.

"MY NAME [is] M-A-T-T. MY SIGN NAME [is] M." When he said his sign name, he
did the letter M and circled around the left side of his chest. Curious, I
asked him what his sign name meant.

"MATT (I signed his sign name), MEANING? (What does your sign name mean?)"

"SIGN NAME, PARENTS GIVE ME. THEY SAY BIG HEART. (My parents gave me that
sign name. I guess it means I have a big heart.)" He smiled again.

"YOUR PARENTS, CORRECT. YOU CARE NOW, LOOK. (Your parents must have been
right giving you that name. You're asking me about how I feel right now.)
He shrugged.

"YOU'RE ALRIGHT, SURE? (Are you sure you're alright?)"

I had a real smile on my face this time. "I'M SURE." I waited for him to
say something else, but then I realized that i hadn't told him my
name. "SORRY SORRY. I'M P-E-T-E-R. SIGN P (I signed my name). (Oh, I'm
sorry. I'm Peter. Signed Peter.)" My sign name had been given to me by my
Deaf aunt, who knew I loved to sing and play musical instruments. It was
the sign for "music" but the main hand was replaced with the letter P.

Matt nodded, "SKILLFUL [or] LOVE MUSIC, MUST YOU. (I'm assuming you either
love music or are good at it.)" I shrugged. "MORE CONFIDENT, YOU NEED. (You
need more self-confidence.)" He noticed some of his friends starting to
leave. "SEE YOU LATER?"

"SURE. SEE YOU LATER." I signed. Just as he began turning away, I waved him
down to get his attention. "TELL THANK YOU, I FORGOT. THANK YOU. (I forgot
to say thank you. So, 'thank you.')"

He just smiled and waved.

I really hoped I'd see him later.

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I got some feedback from quite a few readers encouraging me to keep
writing, so here I am! I hope you guys enjoyed this installment as much as
(or more than) the first! Continue to write to me, I'd love to hear what
you guys have to say! :) email me at nordictiger790@hotmail.com