I was a freshman in college. It was my first weekend there. I decided to attend a hypnotist show being held in the ballroom-it didnt sound all that interesting, but I didn't have anything else to do and it would probably be good for a laugh.
Somehow, despite my better judgement, I volunteered to go onstage. Obviously, I dont actually know what I did, but I was told by my roommate that I was hypnotized to believe that this guy they brought up onstage was a god, and apparently, I said out loud, "You're a god," and fell on my knees to pray. Needless to say, I was mortified, but i figured I'd never see him again and it would be forgotten.
The next week, I go to crew call for my intro to theatre class and lo and behold, my "god" man is my crew chief. I try to stand behind everyone else and not make direct eye contact, and as the evening progresses, he seems to not recognize me. I relax, thinking my shame remains my own.
As I finish putting tools away, he, Dave, sidles up behind me and whispers, "Do you still think I'm god?" As I rush out, I see the smirk on his face. I am completely mortified. "I can't go back there. Why did I ever go to that stupid hypnotist!" One of the best parts of going to college 3,000 miles from home was the chance to have a completely fresh start. I could finally shed my dorky, nerdy persona I'd always had, and here I was falling into my old patterns. What was wrong with me?
I spent the next two days dreading the next crew call. However, as much as I didn't want to see Dave, I wanted to do well in the class and this was a necessity. I went with determination not to let him get to me.
We were busy all shift, and Dave said nothing untoward. As the night waned, I felt more at ease. I set to work on my last project of the night, a stock platform, and as I finished squaring it, Dave came over to lend a hand.
"I'm sorry about what I said," he said with a smile, "it was meant as a joke and not a good one." I stopped my work at looked up at him. He looked truly apologetic, and when I considered him, he was actually quite handsome. He held out his hand. "No hard feelings?" I took his hand and shook it. We both laughed and finished our work.
Over the next several weeks, we became friends. I had impressed him with my building capabilities, and we had a similar sense of humor. We started meeting up before crew calls for dinner, and some nights, we went and hung out at the diner after. We always had something to talk about, or laugh about, or commiserate about, and we truly enjoyed each other's company.
Sometime in December, Dave introduced me to the college radio station, WZBT. They were looking for new djs, and I quickly went to the training and got licensed. Beginning of 2nd semester, I had a Friday night late show called "Anything Goes!" Dave had a Saturday night late show focusing on local artists. He and I would often spend the evening at each other's shows, helping run the show, picking lps, running ads, writing logs-all the minutiae of being on-air.
One night, I was sitting in the booth filling out playlist reports, and looked through the window, and watched him as he spun the next record and did a lively introduction. As I listened to his smooth voice through the monitor, I realized again how handsome he was. Tanned skin, goatee, mop of brown hair swept to one side, shaved sides faded nicely. Pierced ears and eyebrow, leather wrist cuffs, tattooed and toned arms. I continued to watch and as I did, he turned and smiled at me, and a little shiver ran through me. At that moment, I realized I was attracted to him. I have never been one to make the first move, and besides, I was sure he didn't think of me like that. I went back to what I was doing, having settled in my head that my attraction would just stay in my head.
I went home for the holidays, and I found myself thinking about him, and I started fantasizing about being with him. I fed my nightly masturbation habit with Dave's imaginary cock impaling me over and over again, bringing me to screaming ecstasy every time. On my flight back for spring semester, I decided that I wanted my fantasies to become a reality. But how?
As soon as I had settled in for the semester, I made a beeline for Dave's apartment. I didnt know what I do when I got there, but it was the only place I wanted to be. When I got there, he gave me a huge hug, and my stomach flipped. I had never realized how strong his arms were or how good he smelled. Unfortunately, there were other people there, so there was nothing I could do, however, I took every opportunity to sit next to him and touch his leg, hoping he'd get the message.
We fell into our old routine of crew calls, dinners and radio show companionship. What did change was me. I dressed a little sexier, touched him, dropped sexual hints, and tried to tell him that I wanted to fuck him without actually telling him.
