Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2009 03:08:10 -0500
From: nordictiger790@hotmail.com
Subject: You Hear I Want - Chapter 1 (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 1

I never thought the day would come. Move-in day of my freshman year at
college. I was feeling so many different emotions, it was almost
overwhelming.

I was excited that I was finally going to experience the "college"
lifestyle.

I was scared that it would be difficult to find friends who would accept me
for who I have found myself to be.

I was happy that I wasn't going to be under constant watch of my parents.
And I was sad that I wasn't going to see my family and friends, people with
whom I've felt so much love and security.

As my dad and I carried my boxes of belongings up the never-ending flight
of stairs, I began thinking about what had gotten me here.

Here I was, 18 years old. A hearing kid, attending NTID (the National
Technical Institute for the Deaf, one of the many colleges at the Rochester
Institute of Technology) to become an American Sign Language to English
interpreter. I had never seen so many Deaf people in my life. The only Deaf
person I've ever had contact with was my deaf aunt and my ASL teacher in
high school. I would have to force myself to meet new people, hearing and
Deaf alike.

My hands and arms grew tired of carrying the boxes up the stairs as I
whined, "Ugh, I wish the elevators weren't so packed."

"Suck it up! You gotta put some muscle on those bones." My dad was right. I
was a lanky white kid at 5'8" and 145 pounds. Sure I was toned, after all
of those years running track in high school. But was I built like a macho
man? By all means, no. My short light brown hair and light brown eyes also
gave me a boyish look, that I sometimes resented.

When we got to the sixth floor of the building, we set the boxes down and
searched for my room. I saw the room number from a few few away when I
called out to my dad that the room was over my way. Not to any surprise, I
found a guy and his parents in my room already, unloading things onto one
of the sides of the room.

Of course I had spoken to my new roommate online, but I don't think I was
really ready to meet him, due to all of my excitement. He was a 22 year old
Deaf guy named Kyle. He was a freshman like me, but he had taken four years
off of school to hone his hockey skills in order to earn a full ride to
school.

He was signing to his parents when he saw me enter the room. He told his
parents, "HE HERE," smiled and turned to me and signed, "YOU P-E-T-E-R?" I
smiled and shook my head `yes.' He dropped some shirts he was hanging up
and gave me a hearty handshake. "NICE to MEET YOU." I told him the same and
then introduced myself to his parents.

"HELLO, I P-E-T-E-R. NICE MEET YOU." They laughed as his mom spoke and
signed at the same time, as a courtesy to Kyle.

"Hi Peter, it's very nice to meet you too."

"We're hearing, obviously," his dad threw in. Kyle failed to mention before
that his parents were hearing! "Kyle's told us that you were an
interpreting major. We think it's great that there are still people out
there who want to help others." I smiled and thanked them.

Kyle gave me a look, up and down, before asking playfully, "YOU [really]
SWEATY! WHY['s that]?"

"ELEVATOR had SPACE-NOT. DAD AND I WALKED UP STAIRS CARRYING BOXES," I
laughed. He then signed something I didn't understand and I think everyone
could tell due to the look on my face.

"Sucker," his mom chuckled.

"Ohhh.. thanks!" I signed and spoke at the same time. This was definitely
going to be an experience.

Just then, my dad walked in with the two boxes we were carrying, "Hey lazy,
these boxes are heavy, come help me out!" I snickered a little before
relieving him of the extra weight on his arms. He was surprised to see that
there were others in the room. "Oh, hi! I'm Pete's dad, Chris." He reached
his hand out and shook hands with all three of them. I told Kyle that my
parents couldn't sign, but I'd try to translate as much as I could.

My dad and Kyle's parents began chit-chatting about the drives here, the
moving, and the whole finally-getting-rid-of-the-troublesome-kid.

Kyle signed to me, "YEAR [will be] INTERESTING. FIND PRETTY GIRLS, I WANT."
I laughed a little nervously at his comment, but agreed with him. It was
now my biggest secret. The thing that I had to hide from everyone here.

My homosexuality. I'm gay. It's kind of tough, not knowing who to trust and
all. So I figured I would wait to come out here, like I did back home.

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Saying good-bye to my family was difficult. My little sister cried a little
bit, but tried to be tough for her big brother. It broke my heart to see my
only sibling to be so sad over something. She was only 10 after all.

"I'll miss you Peter Parker."

"I'll miss you too, Mary-Jane." We'd given each other these nick names
after reading numerous Spider-Man comics together. My name is Peter, her
name is Mary, and we both love Spider-Man. It fit perfectly.

My dad gave me a hearty hug and kind of avoided eye contact. "Behave, okay?
Don't party too much." I reassured him and returned his hug. I'd miss my
dad.

"I love you, Petey." My mom hugged and kissed me. She had always been there
for me, whenever my friends weren't able to be. "Call us once in a while,
alright?"

"I promise." I saw tears welling up in her eyes and I had to say bye before
I began crying myself. I waved to them as they drove away. I made my way
back to my room, shortly after clearing my misty eyes.

Kyle was in our room, sitting in his chair and getting his laptop set up
with the school network. "SOON, HAVE FUN, WE WILL," Kyle told me when I he
saw that I looked a little sad as I finished unpacking my things. I smiled
and let him know that I agreed.

Some kids, both hearing and deaf, from the floor wandered into our room
over the next few hours and introduced themselves. The kids seemed nice,
but I didn't feel like I'd ever be friends with any of them.

Around 11:30 or so, Kyle began getting ready for bed. I too was beat from
the day, so I went over to the bathroom and did my nightly routine of
taking a pre-nocturnal piss and brushing my teeth. When I got back to the
room, Kyle was watching the weather channel in his underwear. He was really
focused on the closed captions and weather slides that he didn't notice me
inspecting his body. He was 6'1" and really toned. He was at the point
where he was all muscle, but not so muscly that it was disgusting. He had
to be 190 at least. His legs were shaped like those of a runner, a defined
calf and distinguished Achille's tendon. From what I could see of his
quads, they were beautiful. His chest and shoulders were broad, with
wonderful pecks leading down to a messy 8-pack. It was flat and the
abdominal muscles were not equal in size, but it looked oh-so-natural and
good. His body seemed perfect. His face wasn't bad either. He had not too
long, not too short dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. His face was
blemish free and he had a wonderful smile. I guess I was staring a little
too long because he had this inquisitive look on his face.

"YOU O-K?"

I blushed, "SORRY, I BLANKED."

He laughed and said, "MY NEW ROOMMATE, GOOD NIGHT!" I returned his wishes.
Climbing up into my bunked bed, I felt a little bit badly. I had just
unintentionally eyed up my roommate. I hadn't even known him for a day yet!

I stared up into the ceiling before reaching my hand down into my pants.
Thinking about the nearly naked guy only a few feet away from me got my
6-1/2" dick hard. I could jerk off right here and now, and he would never
know. He most certainly wouldn't be able to hear me. And it was way too
dark in our room to see anything.

I reached my hand into my boxer briefs and stroked my dick a few times
before I stopped.

I couldn't do it. He was my roommate now. Normally, I'd probably go
monkeyputt crazy over a guy with a body like his. But it felt wrong. I
shouldn't think of someone I live with like that. Especially if we're not
in a relationship of any sort.

I sighed, rolled over, and closed my eyes. It took me a while for my
hard-on to go down and for me to finally fall asleep.

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Hey guys, this is the first time I've ever attempted to write a story like
this (or a story at all), so I'd LOVE to hear some feedback. Sorry if it
was a bit long-winded at times, but I'm trying! :) e-mail me at
nordictiger790@hotmail.com