Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2011 00:04:52 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man from Swift Current, GM High School, College

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Russ Nielsen (rnielsen47@gmail.com).  To read more of my stories you can
find them at my story site - http://www.saskboystories.blogspot.com

All the usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of pure fiction. Any
similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental.  If it is illegal
to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age
where you live, don't read it.

This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between adult
males.  Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying
it is legal for you to be reading it.

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Chapter Twenty Two -- University of Texas El Paso

Brett and I sat together on the plane.  Brett volunteered to take the
middle seat and let me sit by the window.  I was grateful for that.  Brett
didn't have a problem sitting in the middle seat since he's short and
skinny.  He's about 5'4" with jet black hair and blue eyes.  We had very
similar interests except where sports were concerned.  He is a walking
trivia book when it comes to baseball, basketball, football or hockey.  You
can ask him any question about teams, players and their statistics and he
can tell you the answer and more.  Brett regaled me with all kinds of
sports stories during the entire flight to Austin.

As we approached the baggage claim, I saw a man who had to be Brett's
father.  They could have been twins they looked so much alike.  When we
approached him, Brett's dad pulled him into an embrace, "Welcome home,
son."  Releasing Brett, he turned to me, "Why don't you introduce me to
your friend?"

"This is Glenn Nielsen.  He is staying with his grandparents in Georgia
while he decides where he is going to college," Brett said.

"I'm glad to meet you Glenn.  I'm Arthur Martin but my friends call me
Art," he said smiling at me.  "You know I am hoping you'll decide to attend
the university here?"

"Yes, Brett told me that yesterday.  I haven't decided where to go, yet.
So I am open to considering Austin," I said.

"Good!  Let's get you guys home so you can relax a bit before we take you
on campus.  I'm sure Brett told you I have lined up a couple of
appointments for you already."

"Yes he has.  Thank you for setting them up for me," I said.

Art took us home to unpack and have lunch.  Then we drove to the university
and Art showed me around.  Later we met with the different departments and
had a nice discussion about classes and the general teaching philosophies
each department had.  I liked Austin but I was still undecided.

After spending time at the university, Brett took me to his favorite haunts
and I met his friends.  The week flew by and soon we were on a plane to El
Paso.  Brett's friends met us at the airport and drove us to their
apartment in west El Paso.  One kid, James, was from Samoa.  He was one big
kid!  Huge and enormous don't even begin to describe how big this guy was.
I've never seen anyone that big before!  You could literally say that he
was a mountain of a man and be pretty accurate.  Brett's friend from high
school, Roy, was the same height and build as Brett.  They helped us settle
in and then asked if we were ready to go out bike riding.  They had road
bikes and rode them to and from campus every day.  I wasn't sure about
going out riding bikes but Brett encouraged me to come with them.

So I ended up on a road bike trying to keep up with them.  I couldn't
believe all the hills we had to climb!  It seemed there were hills
everywhere.  Why couldn't this place just be flat?!  They would wait for me
at the top of each hill and race down that one and up the next one while I
tried not to die of exhaustion.  I was so glad when we finally arrived on
campus so I could get off the blasted bike.  James and Roy took one look at
me and burst out laughing.

"You don't ride bikes very often do you?" Roy asked.

"No, I don't," I replied more than a little frustrated.

`Well, we will take the easy way home then.  Let's go get you something to
drink before we take you on a tour of the campus," Roy said.

I looked over at Brett who didn't seem at all bothered with the long bike
ride.  He just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders as we followed James
and Roy who led us to a little shop to get a water bottle and a candy bar.
The rest of our visit to El Paso was uneventful once I got used to riding a
bike everywhere.  I liked the school but I was pretty sure I wouldn't
attend college there.  I told Brett and he seemed relieved that I had
eliminated UTEP from consideration.  We returned to Austin for a few days
before our return to Atlanta.  It was a good trip and I enjoyed being with
Brett and his family.