Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 01:30:36 -0700
From: Xander Ostherin <xander.ostherin@gmail.com>
Subject: Xander's Blog: Part 1 - The New Jersey Encounter (gay interracial/adult youth)

* The story is purely fictional although some of the situations are
based on real events. This is also my first writing effort at short
stories of this kind. Comments, suggestions, thoughts are always
welcome (xander.ostherin@gmail.com). You can also visit my blog
(http://xandernyc.blogspot.com) and leave a comment there too. For
those who are interested to know, the write (me) is an Asian dude in
his 20s and works in the film industry. ENJOY!



Xander's Blog: Part 1 - The New Jersey Encounter


When Xander told his father that he is going back to school again, a
film school, his father stared at him with doubt, and asked, how are
you going to pay for it? Xander told him he'd gotten a loan. He knew
his father is worried, and father is right - in this kind of economy,
it's simply not a good idea to carry more debt.

All his life Xander's parents had been supportive of his endeavors,
with the only exception probably being his decision to apply for UC
San Diego when he could attend UCLA for free - Xander's mom worked
there. Xander made up some poor excuses, and his parents yielded.
Xander didn't tell them the real motive - he was in closet and wanted
his college to be far from home, even it's only two hours away. Two
hours away means your parents can't just drop by your apartment
without notice, or bug you daily with random chores. And that's a lot
of freedom.

Xander is an Asian dude grew up in a good family in San Gabriel
Valley, just east of LA. You probably know the rumors about model
minority: high achievement in academics, smart, etc, and they don't
apply to Xander. Unlike most of his Asian buddies, Xander is a mega
slacker most of his life, and he is also one of the dumbest Asian
around (dumber than his Asian buddies anyway). Xander's SAT is so low
that if he didn't play baseball, he would never gotten into UCSD.
Thanks to his athletic involvement, Xander grew up to be an athletic,
attractive dude. He stands at 5'9 and weighs about 165 pounds, most of
which are lean muscle. His impressive physique was the subject of
desire among all the girls in school. But nobody knew Xander only has
appetite for guys, especially young bears, which explains the scruffy
that he grew and kept so carefully.

College years were fun - plenty of good sex and good parties - but
Xander was never really into his major - business administration. It's
not until after he graduated when he need to find something else to do
with his life. Like so many other young adults, he chose to be an
"artist" and decided to go to film school, in New York.

Xander's father didn't question further about the funding to go to an
expensive art school. He wishes Xander good luck, and told him to call
when he needs help. Xander was expecting some kind of big fight, but
that seemed unnecessary. Within days, Xander bought a single trip
ticket to JFK and started his adventure in Big Apple, full of hope and
excitement.

However, New York didn't turn out to be his best decision, not by a
long shot. Much different from the SoCal's warm laid-backness, New
York is a "cold-ass bitch place to live", according to his own words:
The blizzard that came two months too early; the abundance of snow in
the colder months; and the absence of sunlight most of the winter. The
school work load took a toll on his social life. Worst of all, New
York is really expensive, unreasonable expensive. Eight dollars for a
hot dog? Really? His one-bed cost close to fifteen grand in Lower East
Side. Having agreed to pay the tuition himself, he had to work extra
to earn his living expenses.

But those were not what depressed Xander the most. It seemed that
dating and meeting guys are incredibly difficult in Big Apple. Not
only the tiny island of Manhattan is filled with self-conceited
Abercrombie and Fitch types, there are also a large amount of
unfriendly Asians, who would avoid other Asians like plague. It's as
if he'd hit the jack pot, the guys he met were consisted of only two
kinds: flakes or freaks. Once, he talked to an Indian guy on the
phone, took a taxi to Queens to meet him and was left alone outside an
apartment building for forty minutes. The guy never showed, he sent a
text to Xander's cellphone, saying his mother had showed up, at 2AM.

The whole New York experience had been a failure.

After the last day of class before the summer, Xander was seriously
considering dropping out of school, and someone called him.

It was Patrick, a buddy from school. Pat wanted to shoot a film in New
Jersey but had no money. He wanted Xander to do him a favor - coming
down to New Jersey and crewing for him. Xander had never been to New
Jersey, and was not interested in visiting at all. He considered
saying no, but agreed ultimately. Pat helped him a couple of times at
school in times of need. He needed to return the favor.

The day before the shoot, Xander packed everything in his apartment -
he planed to ship everything once he came back. Then, he bought a
ticket at Pennsylvania Station and got on a train to New Jersey. After
god knows how long, the train arrived at a small station in the middle
of nowhere - the kinda place redneck would live, Xander joked to
himself - and his ride was no where to be found. Xander decided to
smoke a cigarettes while waiting. He dialed home from his cell. The
phone rang twice, and he hang up. He still didn't know what to say.

About 40 minutes later, a car arrived. The car pulled next to him and
the driver popped his head out, asking if he is Xander. Yes, he
replied. The driver smiled at Xander, apologized for being late and
explained that he had to stop by Seven Eleven to buy something for the
director.

The driver boy is white, late 20s, about 5'8 and weighs about 170. He
has short brown hair, unkempt scruffy, muscular arms and big, brown,
bedroom eyes. His facial features look East European, but his eyes
suggest a trace of Euroasian blood. The guy is on the stocky side,
like a football player - and hairy. A cute young bear, Xander thought.

The driver introduced himself as Roman, and told Xander to get in.
Xander just stood there for a good five seconds, didn't respond - not
only his dick moved, the gaydar in Xander's head went off, and Xander
usually doesn't believe in gaydars. The awkwardness lasted a few
moments longer -  longer than necessary for heterosexual social
occasions anyway.

They talked some more on the road. Roman told Xander that he had been
to the same college with Patrick in Ohio and was an analyst for a
think tank in Washington DC. Xander didn't remember much of the rest,
for he was hiding an erection and terrified that the hot driver would
see him. He was so nervous that he just kept looking straight ahead,
avoiding more eye contacts unless necessary. Xander could tell Roman
had peeked at him a few times, but he was not sure if Roman saw the
bulge in his pants.

Fortunately, the erection was gone by the time they got to the
location. Pat greeted Xander and introduced him to the other crew.
Xander learned that he will be the gaffer, who is in charge of the
lighting equipment and electrical while Roman will be in charge of
sound recording. There were some familiar faces from school, but
Xander didn't know most others.

For those who don't work in the film industry, film shoot are not as
cool, or interesting as you thought. The entire shoot Xander was bored
to death. Most of the scenes didn't require much effort from his end
and everybody moved at a snail pace. On top of that, the assistant
director is a huge asshole - he is rude, has no idea how to make a
schedule and treat other people like shit. Everyday they would rise
before the sun came out and drove to a remote swap to shoot a scene
that never seem to end. He got mosquito bites,  his converse are
ruined by the mud and the average work day was 15 hours. By the end of
the shoot, everybody was tired and exhausted.

The only pleasure Xander could get during the four days of torture was
to secretly looked at Roman, who always sat in a dark corner with a
headphone on his head. Sometimes Roman would catch a glimpse of
Xander's staring, and return with a neutral, unreadable look.

Roman seemed to be a quiet guy even among his friends. Gradually,
Xander learned that Roman plays bass for a band in DC, likes traveling
and writes his own political blog. He has a huge appetite for politics
and public policy as well, quite a brain guy.

Between Roman and Xander, there were actually very little
conversation. He is not the kind of guy that would start a
conversation and Xander felt he had lost his usual coolness around
gays guys, he could only chitchat - his normal smart phrases and
quick-wittedness would vanish in the presence of Roman. Xander thought
he must had appeared as a stuck-up, unsmiling person.

The night before the last day, the AD set up an outdoor BBQ and served
beer to the crew. Everybody sat around a camp fire and talked into
late evening. Xander sat alone on the back of a pick up truck,
drinking cold beer while thinking how he is going to tell his parents
about quitting school after only a year. Roman approached him.

When are you leaving tomorrow, Roman asked him, beer bottle in hand.

Eight AM maybe. Pat is going to drive me to the train station. Xander
tried to be casual.

You are not staying for the after party? Roman seemed a bit
disappointed. Xander observed Roman for a second, and noticed that he
was drunk. His eyes are bit red and Xander can smell the beer breath.

I am not sure if I will stay in NYC for another year, really. Xander
decided there was nothing to lie about. A certain expression appeared
on Roman's face, Xander couldn't tell whether it's disappointment or
confusion. A beat. Roman decided to change the topic. Where are from?

Los Angeles. Well, I immigrated here from China when I was 14.

Which part of China?

Beijing.

I was there at the Olympics in Beijing! Roman's eyes suddenly brightened up.

You are shitting me.

It was amazing. Huge city. A lot of people.

Why did you go?

It was a paid trip by my foundation. We are working with a Chinese
publication on a new book.

Where else did you go?

Oh, I went to Hangzhou, Shenzhen, Szuezhou, Macau, and Hong Kong. Hong
Kong was awesome by the way. Roman was proud of his
"well-traveledness".

Xander smiled at him, and slightly ashamed - Roman had travelled to
more Chinese cities than he'd. In fact, since his last visit in the
early 2000s with his parents, he hadn't been back since then.

Roman continued the topic. I immigrated with my parents recently too,
in the mid nighties. I can still speak and write Russian, he said. He
then spoke something in Russian, which Xander thought was hot. Roman
went on to tell Xander more about Russia, and his fond memories of
childhood in Leningrad. He was quite proud of it. The conversation
went on for a bit longer. They talked about their struggles in
American schools how his classmates would call him a commie, which
Xander can completely relate to.

By the time they finished up, most crew, including the girls, had
decided to go back to the summer house to sleep. Xander and Roman
shook hands and parted their ways. Xander was feeling a bit sad, he
thought he could be great friends with Roman, yet they might never see
each other again.

Roman joined Pat and two other guys downstairs - they wanted to look
at the footage and talk a bit more about the film. Xander went
upstairs, only to discover the room where all the male crew member
slept yesterday was closed shut. Turned out, there were more girls
staying at the location that day and guys had voluntarily moved to an
unfurnished room next door, out of courtesy. He entered the other room
and found four, five guys had already crashed on the carpet, snoring.
Xander made his way into the room, lied down next to a window. There
were no pillows, and Xander put his backpack under his head. He looked
at his feet and found the asshole AD was sleeping right next to his
toe. Xander intentionally took off his socks. Smell that bitch.

In the early morning hours, when the faint light from outside became
visible, Xander felt something strange going on. He smelled men's
aftershave and felt someone breathing into his ear. He was immediately
wide awake - someone is licking his right ear while blowing hot air on
his neck. Xander turned over and found Roman lying next to him, eyes
closed.

Xander's heart beat accelerated. He thought for a moment, not very
long, and grabbed Roman by the shoulder and pushed his tongue into
Roman's mouth. Roman also moved his tongue to make room for Xander,
complimenting his movements. Roman's breath was fresh, with a tint of
beer which for some reason was huge a turn on. They did this for a few
minutes, Roman opened his eyes and put his arms tightly around Xander.
Not a single word is spoken. Xander was not wasting time either, his
hands were on Roman's meaty arms, his rising chest, and his hairy abs.

Roman took off Xander's shirt, revealing Xander's well-trained
muscular upper body, sweating and burning hot. Xander's body is a
light brown color, mostly smooth with some hair on the abs and pubes.
Roman touches Xander's chest, and said, man, you are sweating buckets
here! Xander joked, can you lick me up?

My pleasure, Roman laughed, and went on to lick Xander's nipples and
chest. Xander couldn't wait anymore, he reached out his hands to
Roman's crotch and tries to unzip Roman's fly, he can feel his cock
pressing against the jeans, hard as a rock. But the zip is really
tight. Just before he could unzip it, Roman sat up and pulled Xander's
pants down.

Xander's cock popped up in the air, the tip oozing with pre-cum. Roman
looked at his cock with curiosity - Xander's dick is about 7",
straight, veiny with a nice shaped mushroom head. His pubes are
carefully trims but the dick and balls are completely shaved. His
erection is at full power, pulsating with a nice rhythm. Nice. You are
cut? Roman was curious. Roman's reaction was normal - most Asians are
uncut, but Xander's dick is circumcised, medical reasons.

Before Xander could say anything, Roman leaned forward and put
Xander's entire prick in his mouth. Roman's mouth is bit cold, but
soon warmed up by the hot rod. Xander could really tell Roman is
working hard on it - he sucked and swallowed every single drop of
pre-cum on his dick and gagged a few times. The noise was another huge
turn on for Xander, he started to move his shaft up and down Roman's
mouth, which Roman seemed to enjoy. Meanwhile, the four five other
guys in the room were in deep sleep, completely unaware of the hot
action going on right in front of them.

When Xander felt Roman's saliva drooling, he said to him, hey buddy, I
want to suck you dick now. Oh yeah? A grin appeared on Roman's face,
more naughty than ever. Xander nodded - he wanted Roman's dick, bad.
Roman looked around and proposed that they go to the bathroom
together. Xander agreed, they can do a lot more in there. Roman
grabbed Xander's hand and they entered the bathroom next door.

No one was in there at this hour. The bathroom is huge, like the one
you see in Eyes Wide Shut. There was a shower booth on a corner and a
fancy sink in the middle. Some towels were on the rack close to the
window - Everything they needed.

Roman closed the door behind them. Xander knelt down, loosened Roman's
belt and pulled down his buddy's jeans. Roman's lower body is as hairy
as his chest, with the exception of his carefully trimmed pubes and
clean-shaven cock and balls. Roman's cock is slightly shorter than
Xander's, but very thick and very heavy. His cock is cut as well,
fair-colored, very smooth and a bit curvy.

The only porblem was, Roman's got a limpy-hardon. Sorry man, I drank
too much beer earlier, Roman said, blushing. Xander didn't say a word,
smiled, and swallowed his whole dick. In the matter of seconds,
Roman's erection regained its full power in Xander's mouth, his prick
got a lot bigger and was pulsating uncontrollably. While Roman's cock
sliding in and out of Xander's mouth, he spread his legs a little big,
giving Xander full access to his hairy ass and man hole.

This is hot, man, Roman announced, we should fuck. He was serious.
Xander was not sure. He didn't bring any condoms, or lube. Who would
expect this to happen anyway. We don't have condoms, Xander shrugged.
Wait a second, Roman told him, exited the bathroom, returned a minute
later with his backpack, opened it, and there it was - a pack of
Trojans.

You use Trojans? Xander joked. I bought it at the grocery store, Roman
smiled while opening it. He paused a second and looked at Xander.
There is only one left.

Goddamit, Xander thought. Now the topic of who is the top and who is
the bottom would come to question. It's particularly tricky when two
fuck buddies are two manly dudes - it's an extremely delicate
situation to handle. Roman tried to read Xander's face, realizing the
awkwardness of this situation.

Roman looked at his dick - it had returned to his limpy-hardon stage.
He shrugged, and said, man, I can do whatever but my dick is not
performing well today, guess you are lucky, haha. He opened the
condom, realizing something, and said, sorry I didn't ask... you want
to fuck me, right?

Fuck yeah! Put it on! Xander demanded. The guy's great attitude just
made him want to do it even more. Roman wrapped the rubber on Xander's
shaft, turned over and leaned on the sink, giving his ass to Xander.

Xander put some saliva in his hand and began to gently finger Roman's
hole. It's still too dry and tight. Then he took some of Roman's own
pre-cum and lubed his hole with it, in no time three fingers were
inside. By the time Xander's cock started to sliding in, it's
effortless. In no time Xander was slamming every inch of his cock in
and out with full force and Roman welcomed every inch of it with
ecstasy. Not only Roman's hole was burning hot, his dick again became
rock hard and dripping buckets of pre-cum. Man you are a good fucker,
Roman added.

Xander fucked Roman for a little longer and both were drenched in
sweat. I am gonna cum soon, Roman said. You want me to pull out?
Xander asked, he didn't want to. No, keep it inside! Roman yelled.
Xander started to slam Roman even harder, aiming for his prostate, and
exploded. Roman felt Xander's hot flow of cum and cock throbbing.
Fuckk!!! He also ejaculated. Thick cum gushed out of his dick like a
stream.

They laid on the floor, cuddled and kissed for another ten minutes or
so. That was fucking good, Roman said, smile all over his face. In
fact, Xander thought he'd never seen Roman smiled so much. We should
go back to sleep, Roman said, stood up and began to put on his pants.
Xander followed. They did a bit of cleaning and sneaked back to the
bedroom. Within minutes, both of them were asleep again.

The next morning, Xander woke up first, went to kitchen for breakfast
and met Pat there. Xander asked him about the ride, Pat told Xander to
pack and meet him out front in ten minutes.

Xander returned to the bedroom upstairs. Everybody was gone. He packed
his backpack and changed into some clean clothes. He headed downstairs
and bumped into Roman, who was standing at a doorway, drinking coffee.
They made eye contact, and Roman said, it was great to work with you
man. Yeah me too, Xander nodded, said no more and went outside.

On the way home, Xander still couldn't believe what happened. It's
just casual sex, really, he thought. Or maybe it's only a dream.
Xander knew that Roman will return DC and he will quit school and go
back home to L.A. Everything would be the same. But he couldn't help
but feel some kind of disturbance of emotion. He couldn't pin point
what that emotion is, but he knew it's there.

By the time he got back to the apartment, it's two in the afternoon.
He sat in his chair for a long time and thought about what to do next.
He decided that he should call his parents and told them about his
failed attempt at school. Be honest, he thought.

But his cellphone was not in his pocket. He looked in the backpack and
found the phone, along with a note. It read:

Hey buddy, I don't know if you've decided to move back to LA. But if
you decided to stay, we should hang out. DC is only a four hour drive.
And you should come to see my band play. Roman. PS, I promise we won't
be short on rubbers.

On the back of the note was his number.

Xander put down the note, walked to the window and looked outside. The
summer was finally here. For the first time he noticed the liveliness
of New York and felt the pulse of the town.