My name is Steve and just turned 18. I was finally going to have some adventure in my life. This is my first time away from home, a small town in Kansas. I had been accepted at USC in journalism school. I was so excited about going to California and meeting new people. I had been popular in school but being only 5'7" and 140, didn't play much sports. I had let my blond hair grow longer hoping I looked more hip. I had very little body hair and had gotten a nice tan over the summer.
I had found a small apartment near campus and if you know USC area well you know its not the best areas. I was going to concentrate on studies anyway so the apartment will be alright. I had settled into a routine with school but hadn't met many friends yet. I had met one of my neighbors though. He looked about 40, was 6"2, 200+ pounds, had black hair he kept slicked back. I didn't know what he did, we only exchanged greetings when we happened to run into each other. His name was Mike.
There were lots of pretty girls here but hadn't had any luck yet even though I was trying in the clubs most weekends. I was coming home around midnight one Saturday night when I met Mike coming in at the same time. He appeared to have been drinking too.
"Hi Mike," I say as he looks at me.
"Hello, little fella," he answers. "What's a boy like you doing up this late?"
He talks to me like that all the time, I really don't like it but don't want to seem rude. "Not much, was hoping to meet some hot chick but no luck."
"Me neither," he says, looking at me. "Why don't you stop in and have a drink with me?"
Surprised when he says that but figure why not. "Ok Mike, sounds good." I follow him into his apartment. He takes off his black leather jacket and throws it on a chair.
"Sit down, little buddy," he tells me and I sit down. He goes to the kitchen and fixes us a couple drinks. He has a black long sleeved shirt on with jeans and black boots. He looks pretty buffed for an older guy, I think to myself. I sit there feeling rather nervous as he brings the drinks over and sits down in a large black leather chair.
I take a drink and the scotch is strong and I choke a little.
He laughs, "Maybe I should have made you a daiquiri."
I realize he's referring to a girl's drink but just lower my head a little. "No Mike, scotch is good."
"Damn hot in here," he says, pulling his shirt over his head.
I try not to look but he is right in front of me. I can see the black hair on his chest. Not a mass of hair but just enough to accent his pecs. Then there is the trail oh hair leading down into his jeans. I feel very uncomfortable sitting there with him like that, he is intimidating enough in ordinary situations.. I don't want him to think I'm staring but when I look up, I can tell that he has been watching me look at his chest, but he doesn't say anything.
"So you all alone in the big city Steve?" he asks me.
"Yes Mike, I'm going to USC," I reply.
"So where did you go tonight Steve?" he asks.
"When to the Brewery, always lots of hot chicks there," I tell him.
"But you came home all alone," he tells me like I don't already know it. "Maybe you are going to the wrong places."
"Maybe, I don't seem to be having much luck with the ladies since I got here," I acknowledge to myself as well as to him.
"They are probably just looking for more masculine men Steve," he says.
I can't believe he said that. I may be small but I have had my share of girlfriends back in Kansas. That was so rude but again I just sit there and let him talk to me like that without defending myself. "I guess," I say trying to sound like I really didn't appreciate what he said but know it really didn't come out right.
