Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2018 06:49:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majoring in Japanese

Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually
explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where
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In today's story, a college freshman meets his new roommate, a student from
Japan. They become fast friends and more. If this sounds like something you
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Majoring in Japanese

The end of summer greeted me before I was knew it. It seemed like yesterday
I was walking across the stage when I was awarded my high school diploma.
Now, I was on my way to Mueller University in the town of Bismarck. One
chapter had ended and a new one was starting. I was looking forward to
meeting new people and experiencing new things.

"Name?" I answered, "Javier Rivera." In front of me was a guy who was a few
years older than me. His eyes roamed over the clipboard and said, "Check.
You're in Room 221. Here's your room key, resident packet, and a map of
Sullivan Hall." He drew two lines with a pen from the lobby where we were
to my room. "You can take the glass doors behind us and walk along the path
to get to Section 2. You could also remain in the building and take those
double doors on the left and then take the doors at the end of the student
lounge to get there also. You can't miss it. Have a car?" I nodded. He
said, "In that envelope, there is a form for a parking permit. Fill it out,
sign and date. Bring it back here to Emily today if possible and certainly
by the end of the week along with the other paperwork in that envelope. Say
high Em." A young woman at the end of the table gave a thumb up while she
was assisting other new residents. She didn't even look up. "Have any
questions?" I couldn't think of any and showed my indecision. He said,
"There's a pamphlet in there that answers some questions. We have a meet
and greet in the lounge tonight at 8pm. If any come to mind, bring them
along. We'll also be collecting the forms if you finish them between now
and then. My name's Jeff."

I thanked Jeff, took what he gave, and took the path through the building
that was indicated. I passed a small kitchenette which had signage like a
reminder about cleaning up after oneself or the one about not putting foil
in the microwave. It wasn't designed to make feasts but was just perfect
for college staples like ramen and pizza.

I found Room 221 with no problem. I unlocked the door to find an empty
room. I mouthed a prayer. Although I left early so I could get first
choice, I was still uncertain. The bathroom was to the right and two
closets were on the left. I looked ahead and I was thinking that all the
rooms were like this. The furniture ahead was arranged in an L shape. Beds
were in the corners, next to them was a desk and chair, and on the other
side was a dresser. Past that on the same side as the bathroom was a
sliding patio door. I opened it up and walked onto the small balcony to
look around. It was just before noon and there were few people about. I
looked left and could just make out the trees of the park that bordered the
University. I turned back around to scope out the room. Which side did I
want? I guess I could have waited for my roommate to come in so we could
decide, but when would that be? I settled on the side that I was currently
on. I tossed the envelope on the bare bed and headed back down to get my
things.

I was hopeful that I packed enough without being too much. I brought in my
mini-fridge and my computer first. I set them down and went back down to
collect the rest of my stuff. Eventually, I had everything set up. The bed
was made, my computer set up, the mini-fridge plugged in. I checked my
watch and saw that it was nearly 1:30pm and still no roommate in sight. I
was going to have a roommate right? I took off my shoes and decided to take
a nap. I set my phone to wake me up in an hour and a half. I got on the
comfy bed and dozed.

I dreamed of humming, then giggling, and then singing. My alarm broke the
slumber. I opened my eyes and beheld an Asian guy in the other chair
looking right at me. He smiled a wide grin and exclaimed, "Nice to meet you
Sleepyhead." He came over to me and he held out his hand. "I am called
Tomokazu Ishida. You can call me Kazu because I think we will be real good
friends."

I gazed into his dark and radiant eyes and extended my hand to clasp it.
"Javier Rivera." Kazu replied, "Nice to meet you." I let go and watched him
discreetly as he continue to unpack. He wore a red tee with a star on the
left sleeve which covered his splendid athletic build. Beneath that was a
pair of jeans and black sneakers with yellow bands.

After we filled out the forms, we talked a bit more about ourselves, but
what to start with? Kazu broke the silence. "I'm from Kanazawa on the
island of Honshu. That's the main island. I'm studying Chemistry. You?" I
answered, "I'm from Houston. It's about an hour and a half away. My parents
and I pass through Bismarck whenever we head to San Antonio. It's far
enough to give the appearance of independent living, but close enough that
it gives my folks peace of mind. I'm majoring in International Studies. I'd
like to travel the world and meet people from other cultures." He smiled,
"You got your wish." I later found out that the paring was intentional
because the University tried to pair those with my major with students from
abroad.

Kazu talked of home and his descriptions were so vivid that he was starting
to make me feel homesick for a place I had never been to. He said that I
might wonder why a guy like him came all the way across the Pacific to
study in a small college in a small town like Bismarck. The thought had
occurred to me. He told me that his father came to America often on
business and would tell the family of his travels. That's when he erupted.

Tears ran down his face as he laughed and laughed. What was so funny? He
quieted down and wiped his face. "Tosan, that's Dad in Japanese, visits
Dallas four times a year because his company has a branch there. Your
initials are J.R. right?" I nodded in absolute confusion. "There was this
old American show called Dallas where one of the main characters was called
J.R." The only thing I remembered about that program was the theme song.

We talked about what type of entertainment we liked and found that we
enjoyed the same stuff. We both liked Science Fiction, Fantasy, and
anything with Superheroes. What about sports? I wasn't much of a sports
person. Mom got baseball tickets a few times a season, but nothing much
beyond that. I preferred just going to the gym or the park to jog or work
the machines. Kazu nodded, "I played baseball in High School, but I decided
not to continue even though I was pretty good. We ought to work out
together sometime so I can keep this." He then ran his hand down his
chest. I smiled, "I'd like that."

There wasn't much else we could think to talk about so we decided to head
out for a walk. The town of Bismarck was frozen in time, not literally mind
you. It was a picturesque small town like one would see in a postcard or an
old movie. The population was small, just about 5,000 and the student body
added another couple thousand more or less.

To be honest, I never saw much of Bismarck and I was only familiar with the
town square. There was a diner called Seymour's were my parents and I ate
every time we passed through. There was also a bakery called Millie's which
had been in operation for over a hundred years. There were times where we
would just come to Bismarck just for the food. We were both getting hungry
and before I could say anything, Kazu said that he wanted to go to
Seymour's. He said that my description was captivating and wanted to
experience the place.

We approached the diner and walked by the statue in front which was of an
old fisherman like the one on the frozen seafood packets. He exclaimed,
"Let's take a picture so I can send it back to my parents." He got in front
of it and pulled me next to him. He took out his cell and positioned it
well enough to get our faces and the statue on the screen. "It's just about
morning there." The decorations inside possessed the same vibe: pure
kitsch. It gave the place a charm that locals loved. We were seated right
away. He asked me for suggestions. One can't go wrong with anything here. I
liked the chicken fried steak, the catfish platter, the meatloaf. Sometimes
I would get the chef salad. If I couldn't decide, I would get a
cheeseburger.

We decided to both get cheeseburger baskets. They were so juicy and the
fries were nicely seasoned and crisp. The burgers were half pounders and
left us stuffed. He desired a chocolate shake, but thought it best to skip
for now. There was always another day.

We came back to the room and spent the last few hours before the welcome
meeting by surfing channels. Most I was familiar with, but we landed on one
that made our jaws drop. It was called Nexus which was nothing but sci-fi,
horror, and fantasy. We couldn't believe our luck. We loved those types of
movies, the cornier the better. We were so glued to the set that we nearly
forgot that we had a meeting to go to. We walked briskly to get to the rec
room hoping that there was still sitting room.

There was not. We sat on the steps in front of the sliding plexiglass doors
that led outside. I was sufficiently full from the burger so I stayed away
from the refreshments. Kazu on the other hand, looked ready to eat. He
wasn't serious was he? Didn't he have enough to eat before? He got up and
got a plate of strawberries, rings of pineapple and a couple of cookies and
brownies. He had a cookie halfway in his mouth when he asked, "Want one?"
Oh, all right then. I took just one and only one strawberry. The meeting
went like I thought it would. The dorm staff introduced themselves and
talked about upcoming events as well as expected rules like no smoking and
no alcohol. This lasted about forty minutes and then digressed into
socializing. Kazu patted my shoulder and whispered, "I'm heading back up to
the room. Come with me?" I was sure that there would be more opportunities
for socializing with other residents, so I joined him.

We closed the door and saw that it was approaching 10pm. He said that he
had been awake for over 24 hours and was the reason for calling it a
day. He then started to take off his clothes. With each article removed, my
eyes got wider and without any encouragement from my hand, I felt myself
start to get a hardon. His bare body did not disappoint. It was firm with
sizable pecs and biceps.  His low-rise briefs contained a shapely bubble
butt and decently sized manhood.

I thought he was going to put on some sleepwear because I saw him unpack a
robe which I later learned was called a yukata. "If it is just us two and
we are in the room in the morning before we leave or back at the end of the
day, I would like to be naked. Is this okay for you?" Was this some type of
test? I tried to appear nonchalant, "Naked underwear or naked naked?" He
rolled his eyes, "Naked underwear." He threw his clothes on chair on his
side and leaned against the bed. "I've got nothing against clothes, but I
like to be in just underwear if I can. I only wear briefs because I like my
belongings to feel snug." He was going to get no argument from me. My
feeling was if I got a boner, I'd rather it distend my briefs than poking
out of the fly for the entire world to see. It seemed the more ideal of the
two. He smiled and said, "So true roommate, so true. Good night. See you in
the morning." I returned the sentiment, turned off my lamp and we went to
bed.

Day turned into day and week turned into week. Kazu was what I had hoped
for. I enjoyed his company and he said that he enjoyed mine. We were great
study buddies and greater friends. Soon, our friendship evolved into more.

Midterms rolled in late October. We unplugged the TV and put it away in the
closet so that it wouldn't tempt us. It was a week of hell, but there was a
light at the end of the tunnel. We wanted to celebrate, but held of until
the grades came out. Our hard work paid off and we earned nothing lower
than a B. Kazu wanted to do something special to celebrate. Plugging the TV
back in would be a start, but what did he have in mind? He had charted out
a whole itinerary by himself. He had put so much thought into it and I
wanted to see what he had planned for us. He said that he wanted to go to
Enzo's which was a pizzeria, but did have other Italian food staples like
spaghetti and lasagna.

After dinner, it was off to see a new flick called Pigskin: The Touchdown
which had premiered during midterms. I thought it was some football movie,
but Kazu said with his usual gusto, "It's not an American Football movie if
that's what you're thinking, but that is a good guess. It's a movie where a
bunch of players get changed into pigs." He said that it was about a
football team's bus breaks down near a town in the middle of nowhere on
their way home after winning the state championship. The players go into
town while the locals supposedly fix their bus. One by one they disappear
until the quarterback is left. Why had I not heard about this film earlier?
It sounded amazing.

Dinner was excellent. We ordered a veggie pizza with Italian sausage
added. We topped off the meal by getting a tiramisu. The movie was just as
excellent and didn't fail to deliver. It started predictably enough. The
guys were hooting and hollering after their win. There was so much
commotion that the driver missed the turn and headed down an unfamiliar and
lonely road. The tires get blown out forcing the team to seek help. I had
to hand it to the cast and crew. The effects were entrancing as regular
noses pointed upward to become a piggish snout and human teeth became
tusks. The sounds of the yells of young men becoming squeals midway was
just as enthralling.

The film ended on an unexpected note. The movie ended with the mayor and
the townspeople trapping the quarterback. Would the quarterback prevail
against the odds and get his friends restored or would he fail and also get
changed? The teen's face was filled with dread as they approached. The
mayor explained that their town's population was small and every now and
then, the town's population needed an influx of new blood to avoid
inbreeding. Was this some type of joke? It was not. The faces of the
townsfolk changed one by one. They turned out to be like werewolves, but
the difference was that they could change from human to pig and back again
at will. Normally they didn't change outsiders, but when they saw the young
men and how they interacted with the locals, it seemed they were destined
to belong.

What of his friends? We didn't have to be telepathic to see where this was
leading to. He then heard the Coach's voice from behind the crowd. The
anthropomorphic swine parted to reveal their newest residents.  His buddies
and Coach has become like the rest. They knew what had happened and
strangely, they didn't seem to mind. Coach asked, "Are you a team player or
not?" The camera pans to the point of view of the quarterback as the group
gets closer and closer. Fade to black and roll credits. Okay, so it's up to
the viewer to decide what happened. Wait a moment. There was a scene after
the credits. It shows two pairs of shoes and voices. One belongs to the
quarterback and the other was a female voice. The screen pans up and shows
the two holding hands. The camera then rotates showing the guy's porcine
face. She was a girl that he fancied earlier in the film before the
craziness happened.  They walk up to a house and the door opens to reveal
the mayor. It turns out that the girl was the mayor's daughter. What a
riot. Okay, so it wouldn't win any reputable awards, but it was good enough
in our books.

We left the theater and headed to our next destination. Kazu said on the
drive, "Did you enjoy the film?" I said, "Sure did. I like animal
transformation stuff. I must have seen Pinocchio a thousand times." Kazu
laughed, "That's good. Now off to our next funfest. Turn right." After a
couple more miles, "It's right there."

"There" was a place called Wishes. There were several vehicles parked out
in front of a large rectangular building and more were pulling up. Groups
of guys drew closer to the building. Wishes, Kazu explained, was the
perfect ending to midterms. He pulled off the polo he had worn revealing a
formfitting sleeveless tee. Oh Kazu, why do you have to do this to me?
"Come on". I got out and as we approached, I saw guys start to line up. I
quickly realized that my roommate had led me to a gay club. I had never
been to one before, but it was a place that I had wanted to visit
someday. Look at him dressed in jean shorts and his white sleeveless tee
with two teal lines running horizontally across the pecs in a wavy
pattern. Look at me wearing an olive green tee and cargo shorts which had a
black camo pattern.

Kazu and I got in line. "Do you like my surprise?" I tilted my head trying
in vain to see inside, "I do." He said, "Good." We got closer and
closer. We, Kazu mostly, got intense looks. I reached out for his hand and
he grasped it gladly. He looked into my eyes fondly as we approached the
usher. He asked for our IDs and we presented them. He had two stacks of
wristbands. He had stacks of green bands and stacks of red depending on
age. He wrapped green bands around our wrists and ushered us inside. We
first came upon a lounge. On either side were, for lack of better wording,
cubicles.  There were three on the left and three on the right diagonally
from us. Opposite from those three cubicles was a bar. Some of the cubicles
were occupied. They offered a place for guys to chat without having to
compete with the dance floor's music which was muted enough to enjoy. Maybe
we would come back for a sit. As we headed to the dance floor, there was a
door to the right past the cubicles which led outside to a patio.

The dance room was the largest of the three areas. A rail circled the dance
floor and there were four ramps which descended into the dance floor. We
headed down the nearest ramp and as soon as Kazu's feet hit the floor, he
was grooving. I had never really danced like this before to be honest so I
just watched my roommate boogie and copied his steps as best as I could.

I was having loads of fun. I didn't know how much time had passed. Then a
fog started to descend from the ceiling which thrilled the guys. The fog
settled and became thicker that it was hard to see anything, but still they
danced. I felt a presence behind me and was startled as arms wrapped around
me. Kazu's voice whispered from behind, "Just me." I felt his face close to
mine and then, a quick peck on the cheek. His arms let me go and we
continued to dance for bit longer until the fog dissipated. He said, "Let's
give our feet some rest."

Back to the lounge we headed. A couple of the pods were unoccupied. There
was a little booklet standing up which listed a variety of drinks. We
couldn't drink legally so we checked out the non alcoholic
offerings. Besides a wide range of sodas, there was a small group of mixed
drinks. He said, "I love pineapple. You?" I liked pineapple a lot. The
first entry was called Pineapple Paradise. It was a blend of pineapple,
orange and guava juices with ginger ale. Kazu said, "I'll get those
drinks. Have a seat." I said, "Okay" and leaned back on the couch.

A few minutes later, he came back and we had a chat. Kazu said, "It took me
time to find this place. There are hardly any clubs in the area since
Bismarck is a small town. This is the only one for kilometers and
kilometers that is made for us. Guys come from all the little towns nearby
to dance." I asked, "How did you know?" He answered, "That you liked guys?"
I nodded. He took a sip and said, "I knew from the moment we met when you
looked at me that first day we met. There was a certain twinkle in your
eye. I liked it." I smiled and said, "I liked what I saw." He got closer
and placed his arm around my shoulder to ask, "Do you want to go back and
dance some more or head back to the dorm?" Well, it wasn't like this place
was going to close anytime soon. "Back to the dorm." We finished our drinks
and called it a night.

It was well after midnight by the time we got back to campus. We entered
our unlit room and I turned on the salt crystal lamp to provide some light,
"I had fun tonight. You were right. It was a great way to celebrate the end
of midterms." Kazu said, "You're welcome. Do you wish to call it a night or
move on to something else?" We looked at each other. There would be no
going to bed, not yet.

It was time for something else. I pulled him to my bed and got on. I looked
above at his eyes and he looked at mine with a pleasant face. He said, "You
won't need these for now." He gingerly lifted my glasses off my face and
set them aside. Lower and lower his face approached mine. He set his lips
upon mine and we shared a kiss. I pushed my tongue pass his lips which
welcomed it inside. Our tongues danced as we did earlier and just like
earlier, it was as if time stopped. I gripped his firm round ass as his
grinded his crotch into mine. We continued to kiss as he manipulated his
shorts in an effort to get them off.

Kazu and I broke the kiss momentarily. He paused and took my hands and
placed it on his belt. So that's what he wanted. I pulled at his belt and
pulled it off. I threw it onto his bed. I got at his zipper and my hand
reached. I felt the front of his briefs briefly. He was already hard as
steel and was leaking precum. I lowered the shorts and slid them down his
legs. He then raised his arms so that I could pull his shirt off. He then
helped me out of mine. Unencumbered by garments, our fun continued.

Kazu lay next to me and ran his hands tenderly across my bronzed skin. He
started with my left ear and slid down across my cheek. Down and down. He
tickled my nipples on his way until he found which made me quiver. Down his
hand traveled until he found treasure. His hand slipped inside my trunk
briefs and he gripped my dick and moved his hand up and down as he looked
into my eyes affectionately. His hands tugged my briefs down until he flung
them off. He cradled my balls and then gave my manhood a few more good
strokes. I reached to the side and pulled down his briefs. I took them and
they landed next to my own.

Kazu's meat was a decent seven inches, about the same length as mine, but
mine was wider. His nuts were smaller than mine, but the difference was
miniscule. We played with each others cocks for a bit when I nudged him to
move. I guided him to climb on top of me and bade him scoot forward. His
prong swung back and forth in front of me. My eyes followed it like a
pendulum. I opened my mouth and took him inside. The feeling of his prong
in my mouth was wonderful. My tongue lashed against his slit as I sucked
him. He gripped my head and I held onto his buns as his hips moved to a
different song. I looked up into his eyes and he looked down with extreme
happiness in his. He grunted eager for release, but he held off as long as
he could. He gasped, "Ooh, here's your gift." I felt warm tangy fluid
squirt into my mouth. I swallowed his essence and squeezed his shaft until
I got the last drop.

Tomokazu smirked, "How did I taste?" I whispered, "Like nothing I've had
before. It was fantastic." He looked down at my own dick and said, "Let me
try." He turned around so that he was facing in the opposite direction. He
gripped my manhood and swallowed it. I couldn't see quite well without my
glasses, but I could tell that his mouth was stuffed with a special brand
of chorizo. He slurped and slurped as I caressed his rear. He tickled my
balls as he jacked me off. With all this attention he lavished upon me, I
didn't last long. My shaft pulsed and pulsed as I filled his mouth. He let
if fill his mouth and savored the flavor before he swallowed. He returned
back and settled his head on the pillow next to me. I turned to him and
asked, "How was it?" He said, "I never had Mexican food before. I liked
it." I said, "I never had sushi before either." We kissed each other again
as Kazu pulled up the blanket over our bare bodies and I fell asleep in his
arms.

Roommates we once were, but now something more.

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