Art high school. Hot, sexy, and dangerous!

The alarm clock goes off. And I can smell coffee brewing. Mom makes it just how I like it. Dark. And strong. Gosh do I need a cup of coffee to prepare me for what I'm doing today. My names Nick. I'm 19. Kinda tall. Some what hairy. And have a 8 inch. cock. Yes I'm gay. Have been for 6 years. But I'm still in the closet. And today I am moving away from my home country of italy. And going to the US, for art school. My mom has been begging me to stay for some time now. But I have decided that it is right for me to go. Plus. You can't find a decent gay guy anywhere in italy!

"Morning honey"
"Mornin maa"
"Did you get pack last night, or what?"
"yea"
"good. Sweat cheeks bring me a cup of coffee while you're in there."
"alright maa"

This was the normal routine in my house. But today at 2 pm Nick Salvatore would be on a plane bent for New York. Then I would be out of here.
My dad leaves for work around 6 in the morning and gets home around 5. So he left me a note.
The note said.

Dear son.
Hope you're flight goes well.

And you need to finish packing. Knowing my son. You probubly haven't even started. I left 300 dollars ontop of the fridge in the garage that I have been saving for the last couple of weeks. You can have it. But it is to be used to fill you're gut! Only!
Well. I love you son.

See you soon.
Dad.

Dad was right. I need to finish packing! So I put the note down and rushed to get my coffee. Gulped it down and headed for the bathroom. Mom always keeps the bathroom smelling of kitty litter and clorox. So my nose alway crinkels up when I enter the shower. I turned the warm water on. Then swiched it to hot. I figured I could pleasure myself really quickly. So I began wanking. In my mind I began thinking of all the sexy reality tv stars like the jersey shore guys. And within no time. I was blowing my load. Damn. All I could think was. 'shit! I needed that!' so I washed up and got dressed. Then got packed. When I finally got to my end table to box up my lamp and alarm clock. The time read. 12:30.

"Shit!! I gotta go!!"

I grabbed my keys and the last few boxes and headed to the car. I kissed my mom and she handed me a few hundreds. And I ran to the garage and got the money dad left me. Hopped in the car and headed off to the air port. It is about an hours drive to the airport from our house. So I had to hurry. Once I got on the interstate I started fumbling through the compartments of my car for my boarding passes. And my passport.
"yes!!!! Found em!"

When I got to the airport, there were so many people I began getting nearvous. But everything was fine once I was boarded on the plane. It was going to be an over night flight so we were given night masks and ear phones. Which was nice. But all I could think about was setting up my dorm!

*** Chapter 2 ***

The plane began to bump around. And over the intercom the pilot announced we were landing. And it would be about 30 minutes until we were going to be getting off the plane. So I spent the time playing on my ipod. Like I always. Do. Finally the bell rang and they ushered us off the plane. My mom had family in the US who love my mom very much. So the agreed to let me have one of the cars they no longer use. It was waiting for me at the airport. It was a 2005 ford focus. And man it was cool. Better than my actual car. The only stipulation was I had to play collision incurence on the car. But I was happy to do so. I had to use.

A navigation system to help my find the college I would be going to. I pulled into the students parking and was greeted by the sounds of many new students running around un packing. And saying good byes to their perents. I got to dorm 156 and unlocked the dorm door. "yes! I don't have to share a dorm.!!"

The dorm was painted orange. Which was odd. But I liked it. And had a black metal framed bunk bed with a desk as the first bunk. And a few shelving units.
'This will do. Until I can get to wal-mart.'
Yes. There are Wal-Marts in italy.

After I got organized in my dorm I decided I would head out to walmart for some decor and funiture. But as I opened the door. My jaw dropped. My eyes stared in awe at one of the most perfect looking people in the world. His skin was tan. He was waring a green nike sweatshirt and jogging pants. My heart skipped a few beats. And then as I was staring. He made a glance at me. So I hurridly slammed the door. And sank to the ground.

Dreaming of the devine sex god I was just staring at out my door. When I heard knocking.
My breath faultered. Was it him?

I slowly opened the door. To the face of the sexiest man on earth. And he said.
"Hi."