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College Reunions Are Not So Bad
by Greg Scott
All the usual stuff about
you must be old enough in your jurisdiction, etc. In other
if you are underage, don’t read this unless you have a really cool
teacher who assigned it. Otherwise, come back in a few years,
when nobody will yell at you. Also if you decide to have sex,
wear condoms. Whether these characters do or not wear them,
the ones
will live long enough to have a meaningful sexual life will be those
who practice safer sex. Grow up and act like an adult: slip
or two on!
The city’s skyline had changed far more than I had
anticipated it would in the ten years since I had last approached it
from the direction of the airport. I saw six new buildings
that now dominated the downtown area, although I couldn’t really
remember what it had looked like previously. I couldn’t
pinpoint any of the old buildings that had been replaced.
I wasn’t sure that the changes were actually an improvement.
It now seemed something of a hodge-podge of style, where a
decade ago Lolita Teens it had exuded something of an old world charm, albeit a bit
ragged around the edges. Four of the new buildings were
edifices of glass and steel striking off in seemingly random
directions, reminiscent of a crystal cave turned upside down.
The other two new additions were more consistent with the
Germanic heritage of the original settlers, rectangular with
perpendicular lines adorned with scrolls and false window balconies.
I spotted the gaudy neon sign of my hotel once my taxi turned a corner
a couple blocks away. This building was not part of the new
or old skyline, probably a mere twenty stories high but sprawling along
a full two blocks at street level although the top fifteen levels were
only in the center. It looked utilitarian but thoroughly
uninteresting in detail.
As my driver pulled into the cramped semi-circular drive of the hotel’s
main entrance, I noticed a brightly illuminated sign welcoming my
graduating class of the university. I was surprised that the
electronic sign was dedicated to our ten year reunion, because the
festivities didn’t begin until the next night with an early arrivals
cocktail party. The major event was still two nights away.
I surmised the hotel must not have any other large groups in
the meantime.
I chose to arrive early and stay beyond the actual reunion activities
for a couple reasons. First, this was my first trip back to
the area that had been the central focus of my life during four
formative years, and I wanted to rediscover what I had loved about it.
Second, since I had not been out to anyone while I attended
undergraduate school, I wanted to see what I had missed of the gay
community, if anything, during my time of studying, partying and
pretending to be straight.
I know that most gay college guys Lolita Teens come bursting out of the closet
almost as soon as they hit campus, but I was somewhat backward.
That means that I was still convinced that the strong
attraction that I felt toward the male half of the population was
indeed just a phase that I would outgrow. Of course, I
realize now that much of that belief was actually based upon
unjustified cowardice. I waited until graduate school to
admit to myself and eventually to others who I really am.
In fact, college was a bit of a regression in my sexual exploits.
I had never had any difficulty finding guys willing
to play around a bit secretly during high school and even a little
earlier than that. Once I got to college, though, I didn’t
make any obvious suggestions to anyone, although on a few occasions I
tried to imply that I might be open to advances initiated by a
particularly interesting guy. Either I was too subtle or they
were too straight. In any case, I always left myself with
plausible deniability.
My young bellhop, Andre, showed me how Lolita Teens to insert my room key into the
proper elevator slot to allow me to access my floor. When I
reserved the room I had decided on Lolita Teens a whim to use some of my excess
frequent flyer miles to upgrade to a small suite in the “executive
tower,” a fancy name for the hotel’s top floor. The online
pictures of the available accommodations had convinced me that the
difference between the suite and a more typical room would be
worthwhile, particularly if my goal of having a visitor or two proved
I Lolita Teens took the opportunity on the ride up to the 20th floor to survey my
guide. Andre was quite trim for someone a couple inches over
six feet tall. Unfortunately, I couldn’t determine an age.
I figured he could be a mature looking 16 or a young
appearing 24. I wouldn’t do well operating a circus sideshow
booth that would require me to guess someone’s age. His
blemish-free, dark chocolate skin suggested that he was comfortably
beyond puberty, though. I tried to picture him in regular
clothes instead of the silly, traditional bellman’s uniform.
“Are you here on business, pleasure or the class reunion?” he asked as
he opened my door with the keycard.
“Class reunion,” I replied, “But I hope to squeeze in a little
pleasure, too.”
“You look too young for that,” he lied.
I figured he deserved a bigger tip for his effort, though. A
bit of clever flattery must be worth something, I thought.
He showed me the ins and outs of my room from operating the thermostats
for the living room, bathroom and bedroom. He showed me how
to operate the remote control for the television in the living room and
the bedroom informing me that the TV in the bath was simply a monitor
that showed whatever had been selected in the bedroom. I
thanked him for that tip but explained that I had never felt a need to
watch television in the bathroom.
“May I help you unpack?” he asked.
“That would be great,” I said, less due to any exhaustion from my
journey than as an opportunity to spend a few more minutes with this
very sexy guy.
“Do you go to school?” I inquired as he slid my underwear and socks
into the top drawer of the rather stylish bureau.
“I’m a junior at the university. I’m majoring in fashion
“Bingo!” I thought to myself. That major does not have the
highest ratio of straight men of any program at the university.
By that time he had reached the bottom of my suitcase where I had
stashed a couple rather adult-oriented gay men’s magazines. I
had been so focused upon watching my lithe assistant that I had
forgotten about those.
“Where would you like your literature? Perhaps in the drawer
in your nightstand?”
“Yes, that would be fine,” I responded quickly out of embarrassment.
“Oh, I haven’t seen this one, yet,” he commented as he pushed them both
into the drawer.
Clearly that statement was a confirmation of my assumption, but I
wondered if it might also be something of a signal, indicating that he
wanted me to know that he was not unaccustomed to such magazines or to the activities they portrayed.
“What’s your work schedule?” I asked without trying to cover my motives
in any way.
“I work until three in the morning,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Would you care to come up for an after work drink? I expect
to have a late night,” I said.
“Employees of the hotel aren’t allowed to visit guest rooms off duty,”
he replied, crushing my hopes. Lolita Teens “That’s grounds for
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said Lolita Teens with genuine disappointment but
committed to not doing anything that would jeopardize his job.
“I did tell my manager that I was taking my break as soon as I was
finished with this assignment, though.”
“How long is your break?” I asked, tingling with anticipation.
“Just half an hour, but it would give us enough time to get to know
each other a little better,” he said with a wide grin made even whiter
by his perfect almost black complexion. “After all, in another year and a half we’re going to be fellow alumni.”
“It seems like a good way to renew the old college spirit for me before
I have to go to that reunion,” I agreed.

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