Erick Teague, an eighteen year old College Senior. He was short at only 5'5", he was skinny at only 143 Pounds, but most of that weight seemed to be in the round bubble butt he walked around with - always encased in a pair of tight skinny jeans, either black or dark blue in color.
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Erick sat in the common quad of Princeton University, several text books surrounding his lap and on the grass - he had a notebook and several pencils near him as he scribbled down notes on the page. The sun was shining brightly, birds chirping loudly, but he heard none of that, focused solely on what he was doing... And the headphones in his ears tended to block the noise out completely.
Erick flipped pages on his notebook, and sighed - he had a crush on one of the students at school, and there he was now, sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette and completely oblivious to the longing looks that Erick shot his way every few seconds... It was like this, almost every day - except for when it rained - Erick would sit in the quad under the shady Oak Tree, and his crush would sit on the bench, smoking and flirting with any thing that walked past him.
Erick never walked past him though, fearing that perhaps the man would flirt with him too - he would blush, he knew, and his fair skin would not hide the fact that he would be blushing either... It was embarrassing and he hated that he loved him... He just wished that this man loved him too, but it would probably never happen.
Erick was eccentric, out-going, funny, very lovable, and very gay. He was the definition of "twink" with his dyed black and blonde hair, the only thing that made Erick stand out was that he was smart. He was really smart. He skipped grades all through Middle School and High School, earned a Scholarship at just fifteen to the most prestigious college in the United States - Princeton, and he was only eighteen and a senior in college - not many people could claim they did that.
Erick loved his life, as it was, but there was just something missing from it - A boyfriend. He wanted to be dating someone, seriously dating them, not just fucking around and goofing off... He wanted romance and someone to charm him, sweep him off his feet... But, that would likely never happen... Erick had a thing, a type, and the type he fell in love with - They never returned the love, the romance, the affection; they were the 'bad boys' the leather wearing, bike riding, strong, muscular types.
Erick loved the bad boys, it was true. They had strong muscles everywhere, big thick cocks - which he practically craved - and they were able to toss him around and treat him like he was made of nothing more than paper. He loved strong arms wrapped around his body, loved having rippled abs pressed against his back... He loved it all, but they never loved him back.
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Erick sat in the common quad of Princeton University, several text books surrounding his lap and on the grass - he had a notebook and several pencils near him as he scribbled down notes on the page. The sun was shining brightly, birds chirping loudly, but he heard none of that, focused solely on what he was doing... And the headphones in his ears tended to block the noise out completely.
Erick flipped pages on his notebook, and sighed - he had a crush on one of the students at school, and there he was now, sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette and completely oblivious to the longing looks that Erick shot his way every few seconds... It was like this, almost every day - except for when it rained - Erick would sit in the quad under the shady Oak Tree, and his crush would sit on the bench, smoking and flirting with any thing that walked past him.
Erick never walked past him though, fearing that perhaps the man would flirt with him too - he would blush, he knew, and his fair skin would not hide the fact that he would be blushing either... It was embarrassing and he hated that he loved him... He just wished that this man loved him too, but it would probably never happen.
You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.