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'So, this is a little awkward, but I'm glad you're here', he said in his usual confident deep voice.
'Yes, well. you were convincing, this time, plus, Its time..'.
'It only took what, over a decade! you were stubborn'.
'Time flew by, right? In a blink of an eye we graduate, then we're thirty somethings, in your case, changing the world'.
Dean gave me that thougtful look that had my attention instantly, then said: 'Well. I remember you said I would be a changemaker, maybe you mentored me even before it became a thing'.
'That is so generous, I just really admired you, still do'.
Dean looked down with a little sexy dimpled smirk, like he did in his online lectures when someone would ask a stupid question.
'You know how much time I spent trying to figure which one of my buddies in uni was pranking me, or who was so into me, or, well, anything about the person who knew so much about me. it was a bit creepy, a bit fun, frustrating for sure, you really kept me guessing. Then you mentioned you studied computer science, and I thought, what if its a guy, after months of chats! but then, how did you know all my friends and teachers and classes?'
'You were great at asking questions, you still are'
'You were great at avoiding them, I guess I liked the mental challenge of figuring out who you were' Dean straightened his back on the sofa and crossed his legs. His shoes were shiny expensive faux-leather, and his suit blazer rested on a laptop carry-on. a far cry from the worn out sneakers and baseball hat he used to wear to the civil eng. computers lab.
Lets rewind.
It was 2008. worst year of my life. Economy crashed, my dad had a stoke and was on his way to heaven in some terrible hospital ward, my sister eloped with some unemployable tosser who got her pregnant. My mom had a nervous breakdown, and I was a grad student in computer science, which I grew to hate more with every semester. I was in the dorms, taking out my depression in the gym. I was getting shredded as fast as my life was falling apart and the economy was crashing.
Just as the semester began, just as the gym was closing, is when I saw Dean. He was alone in the showers, probably thought there was nobody there, as did I. Then I heard him whistling as he came into the lockers. I stood up on the toilet seat above the dividers. If he was hot I would keep watching.
He was tall and athletic. hairy chest. kinda hot. worn out sneakers and before he changed into sweatpants, he had a great muscular buttocks and the hottest cock I had ever seen in person, between those tall muscular legs. I saw the locker number, flushed the toilet. He was probably surprised someone was still there. I didnt even look his way, washed my hands and exited.
I needed his name. Went over to the water cooler for a drink, as he gave back his locker key to the gym reception girl. She wanted to close, but I flirted with her a bit, and as she went to lock the gym had a look at the locker sign-in list, and I had his name.
He was in civil eng. and I started the stalk around his faculty. At the civil eng. library, I was looking for a book next to where he was sitiing. He was talking to two friends about their courses. He was in his second year, and now I had their names too, and I had seen his name signed for an elective course, so I decided to take it.
This was all completely irrational, but I was so washed out, and bored with my studies, this was fun.
plus, the more I saw Dean the hotter he seemed to me, with his baseball cap and, as I would quickly find out, he was just as lonely, spending long hours into the night in an empty civil eng. computer lab.
From there, I knew exactly what he was interested in. what he was reading, what he was watching on tv, what his email was. That, is how it all started. I didn't mean to fall in love with him, he was not my type. Then - he became all the 'type' I could think of. I had no clue just how special this guy was, but I was learning that. Maybe I was attracted to him being a loner and night owl and nerdy and shy like me. We began by deep intellectual emails. Long emails, where I was someone he knew from the faculty, but too shy still to tell him that they love him.
Now imagine suddenly getting love letters, from someone who seems to know all about you and thinks you are sexy, talented and awesome. Who shares almost everything you like, who seems to be just like you, but feeling an emotional connection to you. Who thinks you have the skills to lead the world, while you try to figure out who the 'ef is this of your class and faculty. Dean seemed to love asking questions, which he knew I would avoid. and I loved giving my observations and predicting he's got unique talents and qualities, which he would mostly dismiss.
'Yes, well. you were convincing, this time, plus, Its time..'.
'It only took what, over a decade! you were stubborn'.
'Time flew by, right? In a blink of an eye we graduate, then we're thirty somethings, in your case, changing the world'.
Dean gave me that thougtful look that had my attention instantly, then said: 'Well. I remember you said I would be a changemaker, maybe you mentored me even before it became a thing'.
'That is so generous, I just really admired you, still do'.
Dean looked down with a little sexy dimpled smirk, like he did in his online lectures when someone would ask a stupid question.
'You know how much time I spent trying to figure which one of my buddies in uni was pranking me, or who was so into me, or, well, anything about the person who knew so much about me. it was a bit creepy, a bit fun, frustrating for sure, you really kept me guessing. Then you mentioned you studied computer science, and I thought, what if its a guy, after months of chats! but then, how did you know all my friends and teachers and classes?'
'You were great at asking questions, you still are'
'You were great at avoiding them, I guess I liked the mental challenge of figuring out who you were' Dean straightened his back on the sofa and crossed his legs. His shoes were shiny expensive faux-leather, and his suit blazer rested on a laptop carry-on. a far cry from the worn out sneakers and baseball hat he used to wear to the civil eng. computers lab.
Lets rewind.
It was 2008. worst year of my life. Economy crashed, my dad had a stoke and was on his way to heaven in some terrible hospital ward, my sister eloped with some unemployable tosser who got her pregnant. My mom had a nervous breakdown, and I was a grad student in computer science, which I grew to hate more with every semester. I was in the dorms, taking out my depression in the gym. I was getting shredded as fast as my life was falling apart and the economy was crashing.
Just as the semester began, just as the gym was closing, is when I saw Dean. He was alone in the showers, probably thought there was nobody there, as did I. Then I heard him whistling as he came into the lockers. I stood up on the toilet seat above the dividers. If he was hot I would keep watching.
He was tall and athletic. hairy chest. kinda hot. worn out sneakers and before he changed into sweatpants, he had a great muscular buttocks and the hottest cock I had ever seen in person, between those tall muscular legs. I saw the locker number, flushed the toilet. He was probably surprised someone was still there. I didnt even look his way, washed my hands and exited.
I needed his name. Went over to the water cooler for a drink, as he gave back his locker key to the gym reception girl. She wanted to close, but I flirted with her a bit, and as she went to lock the gym had a look at the locker sign-in list, and I had his name.
He was in civil eng. and I started the stalk around his faculty. At the civil eng. library, I was looking for a book next to where he was sitiing. He was talking to two friends about their courses. He was in his second year, and now I had their names too, and I had seen his name signed for an elective course, so I decided to take it.
This was all completely irrational, but I was so washed out, and bored with my studies, this was fun.
plus, the more I saw Dean the hotter he seemed to me, with his baseball cap and, as I would quickly find out, he was just as lonely, spending long hours into the night in an empty civil eng. computer lab.
From there, I knew exactly what he was interested in. what he was reading, what he was watching on tv, what his email was. That, is how it all started. I didn't mean to fall in love with him, he was not my type. Then - he became all the 'type' I could think of. I had no clue just how special this guy was, but I was learning that. Maybe I was attracted to him being a loner and night owl and nerdy and shy like me. We began by deep intellectual emails. Long emails, where I was someone he knew from the faculty, but too shy still to tell him that they love him.
Now imagine suddenly getting love letters, from someone who seems to know all about you and thinks you are sexy, talented and awesome. Who shares almost everything you like, who seems to be just like you, but feeling an emotional connection to you. Who thinks you have the skills to lead the world, while you try to figure out who the 'ef is this of your class and faculty. Dean seemed to love asking questions, which he knew I would avoid. and I loved giving my observations and predicting he's got unique talents and qualities, which he would mostly dismiss.