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!
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.
"YOU HEAR, I WANT" by Matt James Chapter 2
A few days passed by, and I slowly became acquainted with most of the kids on the floor. Everyone seemed pretty nice, with the exception of a few apparent douche bags. I thought college had weeded all of those guys out. Guess I was wrong!
I had already made one friend, Will, just by playing Call of Duty with the door open. He loved shooting games, just as I did. It happened to turned out that we had a lot of similar interests. Will was from Las Vegas, and he had a sorta of charismatic aura to him. Everything he said was witty and funny, and he was great company. However, he didn't know any sign language at all, so him and Kyle didn't really talk. It was okay though, because Kyle was usually away at hockey practice or socializing with other Deaf kids on the floor.
Will and I instantly became inseparable. Everything we did, we'd always ask the other if he'd like to join in. We never ate alone, and we sort of broke the tension with the rest of our floormates. We made jokes towards each other that broke many awkward silences when our floor went down to the cafeteria to eat. I think we were the first friends on the floor.
It was Sunday night. Our orientation week had come to a close, and already I was having a blast. I'm not sure if I was ready for classes to start the next day. I had to wake up bright and early at 7 AM in order to get ready for my 8 o'clock class.
Kyle came back to our room after showering at about 10:40 or so. He always took nighttime showers, which I've never understood. Nothing feels better than a nice warm shower to wake you up in the morning (to me at least). His skin glistened while beads of water rolled off of him. He was drying his hair with his towel, so it allowed me to steal a few glimpses.
I still couldn't believe how beautiful he was. However beautiful, though, after spending a week with him, I realized that he looked the best in the morning. He would climb down from his bunk and wake his computer from sleep mode, then stretch upwards, on his tip-toes, flexing all of his muscles without even trying. His hair would be in some messy fashion, but would somehow maintain it's good shape. I was pretty sure I saw a morning woody 3 or 4 times over the week too! His dick had to be 7 or 8 inches long, and pretty thick in girth. I couldn't really tell through his boxers, but I atleast knew he was packing. He would sign "GOOD MORNING" if I was awake and would leave the room to venture to our communal bathroom regardless of the condition of his penis.
I continually thought to myself, "Man, this is going to be really hard." (No pun intended!)
On Monday morning, my alarm clock's seemingly life-stopping buzzer hit me like a train.
7:00 AM.
I reached over to it shut off the alarm. I sighed and then looked over at Kyle to see if my alarm had woken him. Then I remembered, "Oh wait.. I don't have to worry about that." I laughed to myself and climbed down to the floor.
Showering always made me feel better in the morning. It was the one place that I could just clear my mind and relax. This morning was no different. I began thinking about my last relationship, which ended bitterly back home. All we had was sex. My boyfriend and I had nothing else in common. Thinking about the sex must have fired off a signal in my brain, because my mind suddenly veered to Kyle's body. Unintentionally, I began imaging Kyle butt-naked just stroking himself in his bed. I got rock hard instantly. It had been a week since I had jerked off (all the way back home), and I needed to relieve myself. I stroked my cock in the shower for a good five minutes before I heard someone get into the shower two stalls down from me. Knowing that someone else was in the bathroom while I was pleasuring myself was invigorating. It felt so wild, knowing that I was masturbating mere feet from somebody, with only the shower stalls in the way. I began stroking harder and faster as I panted and held on to the walls with one hand. My orgasm was explosive! I sealed my lips shut and didn't allow a single moan to escape as six to seven thick shots of cum erupted from the head of my penis and onto the walls and floor. I guess a week will do that to you!
I nursed my dick for a couple more minutes before I realized that I still had to get ready for class! I quickly finished up my shower and rushed back to my room to get dressed. I hurried back to the bathroom to brush my teeth after getting my crap into my backpack. I laced up my shoes and headed off to my first day of classes.
It was about 3:45 when I got out of my last class of the day. I hadn't done much all day, but I was exhausted. My professors had given out their syllabi, explained their policies, and touched on their respective first topics. I wondered what had made me so tired.
As soon as I got back to the dorms, I threw my backpack over by my desk, kicked off my shoes, and laid out flat on the floor with my arms resting on my forehead above my closed eyes. It was nice and quiet.
"Aaeeey!" I flinched, startled, and looked up to my left to see Kyle standing there. "YOU DOING WHAT?" He smiled.
"I'M TIRED! DAY [was] LONG! YOUR DAY, HOW (how was your day)?" I asked.
"EASY. MY TEACHERS, STARING, COULDN'T STOP. EVERYONE LOVES ME. (My teachers couldn't stop staring at me. They were all in love with me.)"
I rolled my eyes and told him, "I, I, I, I!" It was a phrase in ASL that mean he was full of himself.
He laughed and pushed me playfully, rolling me over onto my stomach. I instantly leapt to my feet and pushed him back. He laughed again and signed, "MORE STRENGTH, YOU NEED. YOU'RE [so] WEAK! (You need to work out, you're weak!)" I could tell he was joking, but I probably could use a little more muscle. I asked him how he kept in shape.
He basically told me that it was hockey and constantly practicing that kept him in shape. He was never really a gym guy, but went to the gym with his teammates when their coach had told them to.
I told him he was lucky right before turning on my PS3 to play a little more Call of Duty to kill some time (and nazis).
At about 6:30, Will leaned into our room and asked us if we wanted to go eat dinner. Kyle obviously didn't hear him, so I translated for him.
"Whoops.. sorry Kyle," Will said with an apologetic face while making some weird gestures with his hands.
"[It's] O-K, [it's] O-K. DINNER [is] FINE." Transversally, I translated for Will as well.
"Man, I definitely have to teach you some signs," I sighed while my roommate searched for his shoes.
Will smiled, "Yeah, before you know it, I'll be hanging out with Kyle instead of you." I pushed Will out of the door frame and asked him if anyone else on the floor was going. "Yep! Couple kids from the floor, and some /ladies/ from the floor below us." He put some emphasis on the word 'ladies,' and wiggled his eyebrows up and down at me while nudging me in the ribs with his elbow.
"Oh.. heh, sounds awesome." I lied through my toothy smile.
When we gathered all of the troops, we headed over to the cafeteria. Kyle walked with some Deaf kids while Will and I walked with the hearing kids. I could tell it was a little awkward between the hearing and Deaf kids. Looks were passed back and forth as I heard whispers and saw signs of kids making fun of one another. I was disgusted by the rude behavior.
Will was having a great time talking to the girls, just being himself. It seemed like all the girls were listening intently as he let off his extremely remarkable charm. They were enthralled in his small, humorous anecdotes.
I sat their silently, thinking about how messed up it was for people to cut others down right in front of each other. I knew what it felt like, as I was picked on during my freshman year of high school for being gay. It wasn't until later that year that I had found real friends.
I was messing with whatever food was on my plate when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There was a kid standing behind me holding a piece of paper. The paper read, "are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, the food is just a little weird here. Kinda miss mom's cooking, you know?" I painted a fake smile on my face. The kid shook his head and pointed at his ear, stating that he couldn't hear me. I apologized in sign language and repeated what I had said earlier in sign.
He patted me on the back and smiled warmly. "LIE, NEED DON'T. (You don't need to lie)."
"NO NO. I'M FINE." I lied again.
"MY NAME [is] M-A-T-T. MY SIGN NAME [is] M." When he said his sign name, he did the letter M and circled around the left side of his chest. Curious, I asked him what his sign name meant.
"MATT (I signed his sign name), MEANING? (What does your sign name mean?)"
"SIGN NAME, PARENTS GIVE ME. THEY SAY BIG HEART. (My parents gave me that sign name. I guess it means I have a big heart.)" He smiled again.
"YOUR PARENTS, CORRECT. YOU CARE NOW, LOOK. (Your parents must have been right giving you that name. You're asking me about how I feel right now.) He shrugged.
"YOU'RE ALRIGHT, SURE? (Are you sure you're alright?)"
I had a real smile on my face this time. "I'M SURE." I waited for him to say something else, but then I realized that i hadn't told him my name. "SORRY SORRY. I'M P-E-T-E-R. SIGN P (I signed my name). (Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Peter. Signed Peter.)" My sign name had been given to me by my Deaf aunt, who knew I loved to sing and play musical instruments. It was the sign for "music" but the main hand was replaced with the letter P.
Matt nodded, "SKILLFUL [or] LOVE MUSIC, MUST YOU. (I'm assuming you either love music or are good at it.)" I shrugged. "MORE CONFIDENT, YOU NEED. (You need more self-confidence.)" He noticed some of his friends starting to leave. "SEE YOU LATER?"
"SURE. SEE YOU LATER." I signed. Just as he began turning away, I waved him down to get his attention. "TELL THANK YOU, I FORGOT. THANK YOU. (I forgot to say thank you. So, 'thank you.')"
He just smiled and waved.
I really hoped I'd see him later.
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