Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2005 17:10:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #30

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story.  One of two
boys loving each other.  So the same disclaimer applies.  If you can't
handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage,
then now is the time to leave.  If you continue reading after that
admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible.

There could also be incidents of unprotected sex.  As always, I don't
condone this practice - especially in this day and age.

My roommate was an interesting and somewhat enigmatic type of guy.  But
you'll see that more clearly as time goes by.

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 29

"Night, roomie," David smiled.

"Is the light bothering you?"

"Nah, no big deal, Greg.  I'm used to worse."

"Okay, night."


LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #30 - Signals?

David opened his eyes groggily.  It took him a moment for his sleep
shrouded mind to figure out where he was.  He looked at the clock,
seven-thirty.  Ugh.  Then he heard the upper bunk creak as Greg moved.
Just to be safe, he closed his eyes, sensing his roomie's eyes on him.  He
mumbled in his 'sleep' and rolled onto his side.  After a few seconds, he
felt the bunks move as Greg climbed down the frame at the head of the beds.
Slitting his bottom eye open slightly, he watched as Greg walked over to
his closet.  Pyjamas?  Well, at least the bottoms.  He continued his
voyeurism as the sophomore pulled a pair of jeans out of the drawer,
glanced in David's direction then slid his pyjama bottoms down, quickly
stepping into his jeans.  Nice butt, David thought.  Greg then grabbed a
towel and toiletry bag and headed for the shower.  When he was gone, David
rolled onto his back, closing his eyes again.  The guy would really need to
lose some of that shyness if he was going to survive the year.  David
shrugged.  Unless he always wanted to take showers when no one was awake.
He'd say something to him, maybe.  After all, once classes started on
Monday, Greg would have to get up real early.  "None of your business," he
mumbled to himself, drifting back into sleep.  He came back to
semi-consciousness to hear a couple different voices whispering.

"It was pretty bad, man," he heard Mark's hoarse whisper.  "Never seen him
like that."

"That's pretty bad," Greg answered.  "And he came back?"

"Yeah, we were sorta surprised," Vic replied.

"Just don't tell him we told you, okay?  He probably never would have
anyway - knowing him, but guess we thought you should know, just in case."

"Know what?" David grumbled, opening his eyes.

Mark's expression changed from concern to disgust.  "Don't do breakfast at
the dining hall, man.  It's some sort of an attempt at an omelet."  Then he
looked at Vic.  "Did YOU ever see something that gross?"  Vic shook his
head, his expression changing as well.  What the hell was going on?

"I think that's bullshit, but I'll let it slide this time," David observed,
stretching.  He rolled out of the bottom bunk, noticing Greg's eyes dart to
his groin then back to his face.  "Damn thing," David laughed, smacking his
morning erection.

"Happy to see me?" joked Mark.

"In your dreams, goob.  I'm gonna take a shower.  Please feel free to talk
about me amongst yourselves."

"Gonna be a short conversation," Vic laughed as David shot him the finger
over his shoulder, wrapping a towel around his waist and snagging his
shower necessities from his closet.

"He doesn't do mornings well, as you can see," he heard Mark laugh as he
left the room.

Feeling somewhat presentable after his shower and morning duties, he
wrapped the damp towel around his waist, shunning the gym shorts and walked
back to the room, where the three were still chatting.  Ignoring their
banter, he dropped the towel and got dressed.

"You've got the ugliest ass I've seen this side of a cow," Mark observed
laughing.

"Don't you look in the mirror when you shave?" David shot back, now awake.
"And anyway, what are you doing looking at my ass?"

"Research paper for anatomy."

David snorted, "You don't HAVE anatomy."

"Sounded good though," Mark admitted, still grinning.

"Just wondering.  First you throw yourself on my roommate, then you can't
keep your eyes off my ass.  Sure you don't have issues?"  David noticed
offhandedly that Greg seemed to be uncomfortable with the way the
conversation was going.  Get used to it, he thought.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Mark laughed.  "So what are you guys doing today?"

"Dunno, thought I'd show Greg around the campus.  Help him figure out where
his classes are.  That is if you want to," he directed the last comment to
his roommate.

"Yeah, I've been trying to figure it out, but any extra help will be
welcome."

"You're gonna end up in Timbuktu," warned Vic.

"Now Vic, you know that Dave wouldn't do that.  It would be Siberia."

David shot a mock glare at Mark.  "You doubt my tour guide skills?"

"No, cos you don't have any.  Nothing to doubt."

David shook his head, then grinned at Greg.  "See what I have to put up
with?  And classes haven't even started yet."

"Poor guy," Greg commiserated, then laughed.

"Hmph, some roommate you are."  Then catching Greg's expression, added,
"Kidding, man.  I do need something to eat though.  Y'all hungry?"  Mark
and Vic shook their heads negatively.  Greg nodded at his questioning
glance.  "Feel like taking your chances with the omelets, or ya wanna go
somewhere else?"

"Well, I don't have that much money, so I guess it's the dining hall."

"All right then, let's go.  You all lock up when you leave.  And remember
to put the magazines back where you find them this time."  Mark and Vic
laughed and went back to their room.  David and Greg walked toward the
dining hall where the supposedly dreaded omelets awaited.  "So why so
quiet?  You were up earlier than I was, should be completely awake by now,"
David teased.

Greg shrugged.  "Just thinking."

"Ahhh, thought I was the only one who thought too much.  Nice to know
there's someone else."

As they walked into the dining hall, Greg asked, "So are you guys like that
all the time?"

Joining the small queue, David replied, "Sometimes, have a problem with it?
We can ease off a little.  Just smack Mark around a little bit, and he'll
be fine."

"That's okay, just takes some getting used to."

The omelets WERE pretty gross looking.  "Guess I'll have a couple bacon
sandwiches and some cereal," David griped.  Greg's silence throughout the
meal didn't go unnoticed.  David tried again.  "So what's up with you, man?
You're startin' to worry me."

"Nothin' really, just thinking about how this is a lot different than where
I was."

David chuckled.  "Yeah, once classes start though, it'll change.  We'll be
so busy hittin' the books that there's gonna be very little social time."
Then he remembered.  "Oh yeah, I'll be workin' Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday
nights at the library, so you'll have the room to yourself for a couple
hours."

Greg pushed his half-eaten omelet away with a wry smile.  "That was really
bad."

"It's normally mystery meat.  Guess they had some eggs left over from last
year."  David finished his breakfast and they pushed back from the table.
"Ready for the nickel tour?"

They spent the rest of the morning walking around campus with Greg's class
schedule.  The sophomore was soon back to his normal self, chatting and
laughing as they wandered the concrete walkways.  They were sitting on one
of the benches, just watching other students pass, when Greg cleared his
throat.  "Look man, I'm really sorry about thinking you guys were queer
yesterday."

"Well, I really don't know whatever gave you that idea," David laughed.
Then he continued a little more seriously.  "Sorta freaked me out.  Just a
warning though, I'm kind of a physical person.  If it ever makes you
uncomfortable, let me know, okay?  After all, we're sharing the same space
for a while."

"Well, there's the two lovebirds," came a voice from behind them.  Greg
jerked a little and slid farther away from David, who smiled as Mark and
Vic walked around the bench to stand in front of them.  Ignoring Greg's
reaction, Mark asked him, "So, you lost yet?"

Greg smiled and shook his head.  "Nah, Timbuktu is nice this time of year."

Mark laughed.  "Well, if you don't mind, I gotta talk to the roomie for a
bit.  C'mon, Dave."

Mark led David away from the bench, where Vic had taken David's previous
spot and was chatting with Greg.  When they were out of earshot, Mark
turned to face him, nodding back toward Greg.  "So, how's it going?"

"Not too bad, he's sort of a babe in the woods, isn't he?"

Mark smiled, "Yeah, kinda."  Then, more seriously, "Listen, watch yourself
man.  He seemed to be real interested in your ugly butt this morning."

David laughed, "So were you."

"You know what I mean, man.  Just be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, dad, I'll watch myself," David grinned.  "Anyway, he's been
going on and on about his girlfriend back home.  Sorta made me horny
listening to him."  David looked around, then said, "So c'mon, let's find
someplace we can get it on."

Mark started laughing.  "Pervert.  Vic would get jealous."

"And he worked construction this summer," David continued.

"You'd be in deep trouble."

"You're right," David answered.  "Seriously though, man, I don't think we
have anything to worry about from that aspect."

"Okay, just thought I'd tell ya.  I hate having my sleep interrupted by
moans and groans," Mark grinned.

David started walking back toward the bench.  "It's cool, Mark.  Thanks for
the heads-up.  So what were you guys talking about this morning?"

"Omelets.  Sucked, didn't they?"

"Dunno, ask Greg.  I had cereal and bacon."

"Take my word for it....gross."

"So what are you guys up to?" David asked as they returned.

"Well, we were stalking you," Vic laughed.  "Make sure you didn't get
lost."

David shook his head and grinned at Greg.  Mark's "warning" ran through his
mind, but he dismissed it almost as soon as it did.  There was no way.
But, it sort of made his mind ponder the 'what ifs.'  Nah, Greg was too
straight-laced for that.  "Well, if your stalking is over, what say we head
into town for something to eat?"  Before Greg could disagree, he added, "On
me, man.  We'll have enough dining hall food the rest of the year."  He
grinned.  "As long as you're a cheap date."  The four walked into town to
one of the local fast food joints, chatting about the imminent start of
classes the following Monday.

As they approached the dorm, David thought he recognized a face approaching
them.  Closer now, the senior did a double-take and veered to approach
them.  He gave David a small smile and said, "Hey, good to see you again
this year."

"Yeah," David responded quietly, aware of the questioning glances from the
rest of his 'party.'

"If ya need anything, let me know.  I'm in 254."

"Thanks, man.  I will."

"No problem.  Catch ya all later," the senior replied.  Then he walked away
toward the library.  Lost in thought, David resumed walking.

"Who was that?" Greg asked.

"Someone I knew last year, kind of," David replied.

"Oh," Greg answered, shooting a glance at Mark and Vic, who shrugged.

"Maybe I'll tell ya sometime," David offered.

Suddenly Mark snapped his fingers.  "Oh, man, I almost forgot.  I need to
hit the store."

"For what?" David scoffed.  "You're not gonna get your book list until next
week."

"No duh," Mark answered.  "But I need to get something else."

"Who is she?"

"Yeah right, Dave.  I might be the studliest junior on campus, but I don't
move that fast," Mark laughed.

"Jury's still out, man.  I think they bolted."

"Yeah, yeah, you're just jealous.  I know that look."

"Whatever, Mark.  You'd better get goin'."

"Actually, you oughta come along.  She's got a friend."

"Oh c'mon.  You can't be tellin' me you're already hooked up?"

"Call Ripley if ya don't believe me," Mark grinned, then grabbed David's
arm.  "C'mon."

David rolled his eyes at the other two who were grinning.  With shooing
motions they dismissed Mark and David, who began walking toward the store.
When they were out of earshot, Mark became more serious.  "Hey, man, you
gotta tell him, you know."

"Huh?"

"He's your roommate, Dave.  And if you start acting weird like that, he's
gonna think that you're some sort of psycho killer."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you honestly think I'm so stupid that I didn't recognize Kelly's
roommate from last year?"

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that.  Dave, you gotta at least fill Greg in.  Maybe not all of it,
but at least enough to explain things.  Like why you got real quiet all of
a sudden."

"My business," David answered, a little put off.

Mark slowed down as they approached the store.  "Dave, you owe it to him.
You woke him up this morning talking in your sleep.  We sorta had to do
some damage control."

"You what?" David answered, becoming upset.  "It's my fucking business,
man."

"Dave, you're acting like an asshole again.  At least think about it,
okay?"

David's anger began to deflate almost as fast as it had started.  "I'll
think about it, seriously."

Mark smiled.  "You're gonna be sharin' a room for the rest of the year,
man.  Just trying to beat some sense into that hard skull of yours."

"Impossible," David smiled.

"Don't I know it?  Ready to go back?"

"I thought that...," David began as Mark began walking back the way they
had just come.  He shot a glance at the store, then turned back himself.
"You're a real pain, you know that?"

"Just guiding a lost soul onto the path of enlightenment," Mark answered,
then broke out into laughter at David's expression.  "Sounded good, huh?"

"I dunno how anyone puts up with you," David answered with a grin of his
own.

"Seriously, man, you really should fill him in.  We didn't say anything in
particular this morning, just general stuff.  Like you had a rough year and
all that."

"Thanks, dad."

Mark shook his head as they entered the dorm and walked to their respective
rooms.  "Tell him, man," Mark advised, opening his room door.

"Maybe," David answered with a shrug.

Mark sighed and closed the door behind him.  David entered his dorm room to
the sound of the local rock station Greg had tuned in on the stereo.  He
walked over to his bunk and laid down, arm across his eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, he asked, "So, got everything figured out?"

"Yeah, I think so.  Thanks for the tour."

"No sweat, I remember how lost I was my first year."

"Well, I'm definitely not used to a campus this size," Greg admitted.
"I'll still probably get lost."

David chuckled, "Well, just carry the campus map with ya, and you'll be
okay."

"Music okay?  I mean it's not keeping you awake or anything, is it?"

"It's fine, man.  Just thinking, that's all."

"Okay," Greg answered, then was silent.  David heard him putter around the
room, opening his closet door and digging around the bureau.  "Think I'm
gonna take another shower.  That tour made me all sweaty."

David nodded, his arm still in place.  He heard Greg leave the room,
closing the door behind him.  He guessed Mark was right.  Maybe he needed
to give his roommate a little information.  But how much was a little?  He
was still mulling it over when he heard the door open and Greg re-enter the
room.  "I understand I kinda woke you up this morning."

"Yeah, no big deal."

"Just had a bad experience in January."

"That's what Mark and Vic said."

David smiled.  "Yeah, well, some people can't mind their own business."

"Look, Dave, if you don't want me to know, don't worry about it."

David uncovered his eyes, but remained staring at the bottom of the upper
bunk.  "S'okay, my best friend died last year and it sort of comes back
once in a while."  Greg was silent.  "We'd been friends for a long time,
almost brothers, ya know?"

"Musta been hard," Greg admitted.

"Yeah, we were pretty tight.  The guy I talked to today was his roommate
last year."

"Oh."

"Just thought you needed to know," David sighed.

"Okay, Dave.  Thanks."

"No sweat, roomie.  Just didn't want you to think I was mentally
unbalanced," David smiled.

Greg chuckled.  "Too late."  David threw his pillow at Greg, who caught it
and tossed it back.

"You gotta quit hanging around Mark and Vic," David grinned.  "They're
already corrupting you."

"Who says I wasn't already?" Greg asked.

"Well, corruption can be a good thing."

"Makes life interesting."

"As if I believe you're corrupted," David snorted.

"Never know," Greg grinned.

"Riiiight."

"Believe what ya want."

"Ahhh, a roommate with many secrets," David joked.

"Might be surprised."

"Maybe, maybe not.  And I don't like surprises anyway."

Greg chuckled and slipped on his sneakers.  "Wanna hit the rec hall?"

David rolled off his bunk and sat on the edge.  "What?  The roomie wants to
get beat at any game he plays?"

"You might be surprised," Greg answered, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't like surprises," David reiterated, smiling and slipping on his own
sneaks.

"Never know what might happen."

"Whatever, c'mon, ya goof, time to learn a lesson."

Laughing and chatting, the two headed for the rec building.

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