The college boy

The past's beginning

I had just moved into Ghostburg a small town known for its famous sports team, and academic scholars. My reason for moving wasn't by my choice, because you see I was 12 when random strangers broke into my house, and murdered my mom and dad in front of me. I was next to the tree when a loud crash came through the window, and my mom picked me up and placed me behind the tree telling me to stay put. I heard talking and yelling, and out of nowhere two gunshots. I looked and saw my dead parents, but before the robbers could find me behind the tree I heard police sirens, and they left as quick as they came. I was found by the police, and put into foster care where my first family adopted me. They sent me back to the system as a sixteen year old claiming I was difficult to handle. I stayed for two years bouncing around when Ghostburg said they had an opening in one of the sorority houses claiming that everyone in there had been like me a part of the foster system. I was in a car driving around campus, and we pulled up in front of a large black building with faded words on it. I got out and grabbed my backpack carrying it inside to see the house had three sections a basement which held sorority meetings, the living room, kitchen, and one bathroom was on the bottom floor with a lot of arcade games and a hot tub. The top floor had a balcony but no separate rooms just a bunch of bunk beds and a single bathroom. Everyone went upstairs when a light brown haired boy said to me "Go ahead pick a bed we all switch sometimes." I nodded and chose the bed farther away from the others. I put my stuff on the top bunk and everyone else went to their beds on the other sides of the room, and my bunkmate walked over and got on the computer next to our bed. He was tall, and very muscular I stared at him kind of attracted to him when he turned and offered his hand to me saying "Hello my name's Jeremy Tucker and you must be?" I shook away my thoughts and shook his hand introducing myself "I'm Axel Night." He turned away and said "welcome to the club buddy". I should have known what that meant, but I didn't at the time. I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom turning on the shower, and for a second I swear I heard someone enter but I thought no one was there boy was I wrong. Once I was done with my shower I slipped on some black jeans ripped at the knee and a black shirt, and flannel. I walked downstairs and the light haired boy from earlier grabbed my hand, and told me to go downstairs real quick for a meeting that was about to start. I headed on down to see two beanbags in the corner and a table in the middle with six seats around it. I chose the beanbag chair, and sat down when Jeremy walked downstairs 'ok the meetings about to start.' I thought about to get up when he pushed me back placing his knee between my legs, and started kissing me and licking my neck. I hate to admit it now, but I was a little turned on by this act of dominance he was just licking me on my neck, but I loved it. He got off when he heard the others leaving me in a daze, and he leaned down and whispered in my ear "You taste nice." sitting in the beanbag chair next to me. I had a shine on my neck now from the slober, and pretty sure a bruise would form from how hard he gripped my neck. I saw the others take a seat at the table when the light brown haired boy walked over to me, and shook my hand introducing himself to me "Hi I'm John if you need something please talk to me." before sitting down. The meeting went on with everyone talking about the schedule for the month, and introducing me to the crew. We went upstairs for some pizza, and frappicinos. I sat next to John and Jeremy was a the end of the table when I felt a nudge on my thigh I looked down to see John passing me a note. I grabbed it, and read the note it saying "Hey your neck looks pretty, uh shiny, and a bit bruised near the bottom. Did you get a hickey or something?" I blushed knowing what caused it making John laugh a little. "Hey it's ok dude. We all get hickeys." Everyone laughed out loud talking about how their girlfriends give them love bites. I asked John if he had a girlfriend, and everyone laughed like I made the biggest joke ever. "No, no I have had boyfriends though they loved marking me saying I had memory foam skin." He said pulling his shirt down a bit to show off a bite mark on his collarbone. "It's been here for a month now, and me and him broke up a week ago but we ended on good terms." He said letting his shirt slip back up his pale skin. I shook my head 'I can't let myself fall for anyone here, because then I'll get thrown out like last time.' The real reason my first foster family kicked me out is because I did something that goes against their religion entirely. They came home and walked upstairs to their sons and mine room to hear small moaning noises, and they opened the door slowly to see me on his bed him on top of me, and kissing my neck. They were shocked because the hadn't known that I was in fact a gay person.