Gregg Halversohn brings his younger brother Drew to the university on a wrestling scholarship. Drew is running away from the same rejection Gregg had faced at home because he's gay. Drew, at first, figures he's made a terrible mistake by coming to the university when he ends up rooming with Vince Collucci, a wrestler Drew had seen at a tournament and was strongly attracted to. He falls in love with Vince and is just about to finally tell him how he feels, when Vince has a surprising announcement of his own.
Can two jocks find love together?
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March 06, 2007
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Excerpt from Drew and Vince by Bobby Michaels
Gregg and Dar took me up to the dorm. They showed me where their room was and then walked me down the hall to Vince's room ... well, what was now Vince's and my room. Gregg knocked at the door and it was almost immediately pulled open by Vince. I just stood there drinking him in. He was as tall as Gregg so that made him around six foot two. He had these really dark brown, almost black, eyes and really dark brown wavy hair. His skin was dark, almost olive, telling me of his Italian ancestry. He was standing there in just a small pair of gym shorts and so I could see the spray of thick dark hair across his chest and running down the center of his body, lightly spreading over his ridged abs and disappearing in a thick trail into the gym shorts. His arms and legs were also heavily furred. There was no mistaking that this was no boy. This was a man.
"Well, Vince," Gregg said. "You wanted to know if I had a brother. Meet Drew."
I put down one of the duffels I was carrying and stuck out my hand. Vince looked at me and our eyes locked as our hands did. His clasp was firm but not overpowering but his eyes were completely hypnotic. I was lost in their dark depths from the first moment. I could feel my cock hardening and feelings rushing through my body that I'd never, ever felt before. Yeah, there was arousal. Who wouldn't be aroused at this incredible example of masculine beauty? But it was more than that. Something started stirring deep inside me. I think I knew what it was, even then, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. I knew I'd be totally disappointed if I let myself feel anything for Vince and so I tried very hard to repress what I was feeling.
I didn't really want to let go of his warm hand, a hand that was bigger than mine and I'm not small by any means. Vince, for his part, didn't seem to want to let go of mine either but I think we both noticed at the same time that we had been holding each other's hand much longer than is acceptable for two males meeting for the first time. We each let go and kind of shyly smiled at each other. What the fuck was going on here? If I didn't know better, I'd swear that Vince was feeling about me like I was about him, but that was too crazy to even consider.
"I'm glad to meet you, Drew," Vince said to me. "Good to have you on the team. Coach told me what a good wrestler you are. He says you could be even better than your brother. After all the times he's beaten me, I'd sure like to see that."
"Well ... we don't wrestle the same weight category so I'm not sure if you'll ever get to see it," I said.
Vince seemed to suddenly notice that we were all still standing in the doorway.
"Well, come on in," he said, stepping back into the room and motioning to a side of the room that was obviously not lived in. "Do you need help with the rest of your stuff?"
"No. This is all my stuff," I said quietly and I watched Vince's reaction. "I travel pretty light."
His face darkened as he blushed in embarrassment but I smiled at him to let him know that he hadn't offended me in any way. Gregg put the box that was mine on the empty bed and I put the two duffels on it.
"Well, we'll leave you two to get better acquainted," Gregg said. "If you need anything, bro, you know we're right down the hall."
I stood looking up at Gregg and then I figured fuck it and threw my arms around him.
"Thanks, bro. For everything," I said as I hugged him fiercely and he hugged me back just as tightly.
"That's okay. You know I'm always there for you," Gregg said as we let go of each other. "Well, we'll see you later."
Gregg and Dar left and I turned back to Vince.
"I guess I'd better get my stuff put away."
"Yeah, you might as well. It's a while before the cafeteria opens for dinner. Do you need any help?" he asked.
"No, not really. There isn't much. I had to leave quickly and luckily there wasn't a lot to pack."
"Why did you have to leave so quickly?" Vince asked, confusion written all over his face.
"I guess Gregg has never talked to you about our parents."
"Well ... yeah, he has some. I know he won't go home because of them disowning him because he's gay. I know he doesn't want to have anything to do with them," Vince said. "I don't blame Gregg. I'm sorry, I don't want to piss you off but, I don't think a whole lot of what your parents did to him."
"You won't piss me off. I don't think very much of them either. Of course, I don't have much room to talk. I participated in some of it," I said, my head dropping in shame.
"You did? Why?"
"I was afraid. I was afraid if I tried to stick up for Gregg, they'd have turned on me, too. I'm not very proud of that."
"But you're what? Three years younger than Gregg?"
"Yeah. About that."
"So you still had to live there for three more years. I can understand you wanting to protect yourself. I'm sure Gregg understands, too."
"Yeah. I found out that he does. I spent the last three years thinking that he hated me for it and, instead, he told me he had wanted me to do just what I did to protect myself."
"Then you've got nothing to be ashamed of. You did the right thing. Even Gregg agrees and if anybody had the right to be pissed off at you, it would be him. It's really obvious to me that Gregg still loves you and is very happy about you being here."
"Yeah. I know. I just wish it was the worst thing about me."
"So, what's the worst thing?" Vince asked me, his voice low. "You on drugs or something?"
I looked at him, startled.
"No! In some ways I wish I was. You can quit drugs. You can't quit being who you are."
"So I don't see anything terrible about you."
"It's not something you can see," I said. "Oh, fuck! I didn't want to get into this now. Gregg told me that you'd be okay with it but ... "
I trailed off, unable to continue and sat down on the empty bed. Vince didn't say anything for a while and I just sat there, staring down at the floor, trying to figure out how I was going to tell him.
"I'd be okay with what?" Vince asked quietly as he sat down next to me.
I looked up and into his deep brown eyes. I wasn't sure, but it looked like he was very concerned about me -- like he knew how difficult this was me. I figured that I had to just tell him and get it over with.
"Vince, I left home because of the same reason Gregg did. I'm gay, just like he is," I said and waited for the normal, straight guy reaction but nothing came. Instead, Vince looked at me and asked:
"Did you have a lover back home?"
"No. There was no one in my life. I've never had a lover or a boyfriend. Fuck! I've never had sex," I said, for some reason admitting to something that I was even more ashamed of than being gay.
"There's nothing wrong with either of those. Not having sex, or being gay."
"Yeah? Let's take a poll of every guy in this dorm and see if they agree with you," I said sarcastically. "Let's see how many of them think that it's okay to be gay and how many of them think it's cool to be a virgin."
"First of all, every guy on this floor knows about your brother and Dar. None of them have any problems with it. As to the fact that you're a virgin, that's nobody's fuckin' business but yours. I just can't figure how somebody as cute as you are hasn't been hit on yet," Vince said as he sat there grinning at me.
"I'm not cute," I said, my face heating up in embarrassment as I looked away from Vince.
"The fuck you're not. Do you have any idea how much you look like Gregg? Actually, you're better looking than he is."
It suddenly struck me that Vince was telling me how "cute" I was, how much better looking than Gregg I was. This didn't sound like some typical straight jock. I looked up at him, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on here.
"So ... so ... you don't mind having a roommate who's gay?" I asked quietly.
"Nah! Why should I? It's a free country. Every guy's got the right to get his rocks off however he wants as long as he don't hurt nobody or force nobody into anything they don't want. Live and let live is how I see it. You do your thing and I'll do mine."