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Chapter 6: Another Fresh Start

Monday. A new fresh week. Everyone took a break the weekend. Yesterday was nasty since Keanu had a morning headache. The first week was quite tough for Keanu as a first-year student. Every single weekend he gets a heavy release of stress that he doesn't know or realized had carried a lot during the week. He was nervous on the first day before meeting Hunter after class. Now that he sees how the university works, there's nothing to worry about. His class schedules are very well handled for the first-years but achieving the topography of the coastal campus layout is still yet to learn. That second day, Hunter gave him a tour all over the campus, and afterwards, Keanu mapped a copy for himself.

Hunter wanted to come over at his house, and as he called, Keanu's headache and visiting his uncles had already took place, so Hunter guessed he should wait till the time comes.

But today is Monday, Hunter really screwed up also. He missed the train as Keanu already have boarded. He called and texted him in wonder. Hunter should keep his routines in check. Missing the train like last time on the previous week is not helping, or is it Monday's naughty work?

All that aside, lunch time was here. Keanu made to the cafeteria. He stopped curiously at the vending machines that were in the entrance hall before entering entirely the larger room. He was surprised to see his favorite chocolate bars on display. Chocolate with milk, chocolate with milk and almonds, and his favorite; dark chocolate with almonds. No second thoughts, he immediately inserted the one-dollar bill on the machine. Dialed the numbers and saw the unexpected: two came out. Must be his day. Tail wagging of sheer luck. The white wolf laughed.

"What are you laughing?" Keanu turned around and met with Hunter, still holding his two chocolate bars in each hand.

Keanu looks cheered up. "Hi, Hunter. You made it!" He recalled about earlier in the morning. "You didn't missed class?"

"Just fine, Monday and Wednesday classes aren't until nine." Hunter glanced both his white hands. "Aren't you going to share?" He smiled.

Keanu froze right there, should he give one? He hides both his hands quickly behind him. "Uh, this never happened to me before. I'll keep them just for me!"

"Aw, not even one piece?" Hunter begged, jokingly of course. Trembling lips, lowered ears and begging eyes.

"That doesn't work on me, Hunter." Keanu stated. He actually felt bad and felt rather annoyed at his new friend's childish behavior. Of course, he's just joking.

"Fine, sorry." He chuckled.

Once inside the café, Keanu bought a plastic box of chicken salad as Hunter bought an eight-ounce hamburger. Keanu wonders if he has a huge appetite. While the two eat together on the table, Keanu sights some banners decorated on the ceiling. Some with the Roaring Rex Team motivation and the up-coming 60th anniversary of the university's founding.

"What are you looking at?" Hunter asked.

"Nothing, just the banners." Keanu responded.

Hunter glanced up at one of it. "Huh, I didn't know this university was older than I thought." He reads the banner, it says that in November 10th will be held the commemoration in the outdoors of the campus. Students are welcomed to come to the event. "Hmph, sounds like a prom to me." He turned back at Keanu and quickly remembered what he came for.

"Hey, Keanu... About last weekend..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you can talk to me about it? You know, gay guy to gay guy."

Keanu resisted a smile and possibly an annoyed frown of his statement. Last Saturday was a bizarre case of Pandora's Box. One revealed his sexual orientation by a game of Truth-or-Dare and then two already exiting gay individuals who are openly about it to their friends was revealed to Keanu. Keanu was speechless of this unexpected coming. Of all people he had met, and this wolf-man in particular just happens to be onboard the train of gay men...

Keanu regained his thoughts for a moment. "Why you're curious about it?"

"Well, excuse my judgment, but I never saw it coming when you had just said it in front of everybody. Just... I don't know... How open are you?" Hunter thought he's a shy one when he met him last week. He's not a counselor but this such behavior of willing to reveal to what is known to be something very sensitive and personal, and then exploit it out of nowhere by the individual in question.

"To tell you the truth, you're the first people that I ever told you."

"Does your parents know?"

The young wolf nodded, "Of course." But only his father, though. "When I was sixteen, I was questioning myself. I was in doubt and I was embarrassed than feeling ashamed to my dad. But at the end; I speak up."

Hunter smiled with a relief of his wellbeing. "Good for you. So, uh, I just want to know why you did it, it was so blunt and sudden?"

"I have my reasons." Hunter already heard that line before. "I feel like it isn't important as it is now."

"Important? No longer important? I don't get it." Hunter was puzzled in his mind.

Normally, closeted fellows consider it as a price possession to a level as sacred. Fearing of being discriminated and judged harshly. Keeping it as a secret from the family until time comes just right. Teenagers have experienced the worst or the good of their result of coming out as the effects of Pandora's Box; once opened or heard, nothing will come back to normal as is now inside a persons' minds.

Keanu continued. "Telling Dad was enough for me, so I don't have to worry it much more. Dad said if I made any friends that I be sure they are tolerant about it before saying anything."

Hunter practically gets it. "We are tolerant, Keanu. Even this generation - wait... You overheard one of us?"

"Yeah, but not you, I was lunching with Xavier and Xerxes the other day. People think Xerxes is gay for his pink color. Xavier and Xerxes didn't say anything bad about it, just laughing."

"Ah..." Hunter understood.

"Umm, can I ask you a question?" Keanu started.

"Sure."

"Are you and Solomon a couple?"

Hunter burst a laugh. "Me and Sol? No, we aren't a couple. Just..." Then again, Hunter had intimate sexual relations with the promiscuous leopard. "...friends."

"He's very flirty when I came out."

"Yeah, that's Sol to you."

"He likes to treat guys like that?"

"It's his charm. But not all guys are like that. Just don't get on his way or..." he paused.

"Or what?"

"Just don't. If by chance you're by yourself with him and makes you uncomfortable, just say no and he won't bother you."

"Is that an excuse?" He said without teasing.

"What? No."

"It sounds like to me that you're still into him."

"It's not like that. What I'm trying to say is if he makes you uncomfortable and making a move on you, just say..."

"No. I get it." Keanu said. "Is he really a...you know; a pervert?" Keanu is so damn sincere in his questioning without meaning to.

"N-no!"

"Who's calling me a pervert?"

Keanu's white pointy ears stood up higher when he heard another voice from behind that responded from his comment. He startled from his seat and saw the leopard-man with a tray of food. His expression wasn't affected at all. He sat next to Hunter as Keanu flustered at the likely insult.

"Sorry, Solomon." He apologized.

"Nah, I'm used to it. But next time, say promiscuous. A pervert, for me, is someone sexually harassing a victim."

"I see. And promiscuous?"

The leopard smiled. "Someone who flirts, and then luring their prey on the bed."

"Sol, stop it." Hunter warned.

"What? He's not a little kid." He gestured at the young wolf. "You're eighteen, right?"

"Yeah, I've turned eighteen last week."

"Really?! Damn! I could've given you a birthday sex!"

Hunter chokes at his drink of soda at hearing Sol's humor.

Just like Hunter had warned him. "Uh, no, thank you, Solomon." Keanu uncomfortably said.

"I'm kidding. And call me Sol. Everyone calls me like that." He said. "Got any nicknames, or how your family affectionally call you?"

"I... I don't think so. Just Keanu." He answered.

"Not Kea or anything like that?" Sol asked. Keanu shook his head. "Oh, too bad. Everyone has nicknames these days because people here prefer a short version of their name than their long, hard-to-pronounce ones. When you meet people and say your long name, you're like - out of the club."

"Well, I don't think I need a nickname just to fit in." Keanu said.

Sol listed his head with half raised eyebrows. Wow, we got a silent badass here, he thought. Hunter heard him and smiled.

"I think he has a point, you know." Said Hunter.

"Well, whatever. Might as well call you Kea, for now."

"Kea is an island in Greece." Keanu remarked.

"I thought you were Hawaiian?"

"The name's Hawaiian, I'm Californian." Keanu doesn't take teases seriusly. He takes it very naïve. And always correcting and remarking. Hunter was quietly chuckling.

Sol's face was left as plain without his sneering, grinning, or happy facials. Just blank, facing the young wolf with his calmed face he has all his life. This is boring, Sol thought, he's not like other first years. Feeling disappointed or how this fellow is not like any of the young first years in Rexville. He really enjoys breaking icebergs to those who never had an experience so they can step on their feet and be themselves for the first time freely. Not that he does this for living, but to encourage them for those long desires they have always wanted. Really rare by his point of view, ever since joining the soccer team, he enjoys playing prey. Looking that vulnerable prey in the locker room that's been peeking or stealing glances from other players as they undress and re-dress. When Sol feels he's been watched, let them or...let him watch, because he'll come after them. When the subject is left alone, because he doesn't want to take a shower with "shower buddies". This make it perfect for Sol to sneak quietly and give him an embrace from behind and whisper him with comforting words, so he doesn't go away in panic. Once calmed, Sol would kiss him and take it to the next level if he's willing to open up what had he been longing for.

But Keanu? Not one of them. He came out. He seemed to know his way and wellbeing. With Hunter around, the first one whom met him, it feels like a cock-blocker. But what else he could do? Leave it be. If something happens, Sol can take it from here.

"Keanu, to me, it is." Hunter played along, smirking at Sol for his needless nicknames. "I think is a cu-nice name." Hunter was about to say cute, but he quickly recovered his stutter before changing it to nice. Either it felt too corny or he really wanted to mean it.

Sol just snorted with rolling eyes for "whatever".

The day passed as Tuesday started. A morning routine for soccer novices is held, and Xavier is among the new-comers. A weird instinct on how to keep his hands off from the ball seems oddly challenging but is all about feet. Earlier the days before, Xavier smoothed his pointy part of his ivory-white beak for safety. While this is common for avian beastmen to trim their beaks to a smooth, rounded surface when playing sports, Xavier has been doing it very regularly. It's best to look clean and have a stronger beak.

The new players still haven't got their soccer uniform, just their exercise clothes. Xavier is just wearing black shorts, his normal tennis shoes and a light-blue shirt. Like him, others dressed unprofessional and a few had dressed in their exercise clothes, professionally. But that will end when they will get their size measured and dressed properly in a good orderly fashion.

The official colors of red and blue of the Roaring Rex uniform adorns in a modern twist. With students' last names behind the shirt above the two-digit number. The front consists the R.U. emblem on the right breast and the team emblem on the left that consist the team's mascot: the famous T-Rex. This also goes the same as for the football team's uniform.

The coach, a middle-aged woman in good average physique, chestnut hair in a pony and the iconic whistle around her neck. Walking along with her is the team captain Spicer Morales. Xavier is not a show off, but simply impress the captain is not an easy task. She introduces herself the new recruiters and gave a short chat involving about soccer and started a warm up routine for the novice to start the basics on the soccer field.

He had seen the leopard and the reindeer in previous practice and game matches last year. He enjoyed every moment of it. The parrot always wanted to join a soccer club when he started in high school, but his personal goals where barred on his way and could not even and haven't participated one match. With the moving to California and resuming his studies there, he was rather felt fed up from getting from what he wants and decided to stick up to studying. He never gave a second go by his parents' request, he ignored them temporary. But now that has changed, he hopes his college years gives him some space to have what he always wanted, he wishes he could have told this to Broderick and Sol from the start.

Meanwhile, with the absent of Xavier from the dorm, Sergio has some free opportunities to do some things that he cannot do in front of Xavier. With the avian in motivation and busy, he can bring over dates and some intimate motives in his bed; one-nightstands, for short. Like Sol with his charms of getting a guy at the bar, Sergio is the opposite if he gets lucky bringing a girl over his dorm, he must analyze his class schedules and his soccer club practice times, some of it, he's busy this time of the semester, some of it is in the mornings on Mondays and Wednesdays and the other in the afternoon on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Not the perfect schedule, but this gives him a clear idea on what to do in his spare time in here.

Sergio maybe an aspiring prankster of online videos, but his desires he wishes to fulfill like his sex life as a young college student is one of his agendas. He had lost his virginity in high school unexpectedly when he met a fellow classmate in a house party in the suburb where his family lives. The girl in question has been eyeing the coyote-boy from the beginning when the twins arrived at the house. He was vulnerable when a girl dares to make the first move like this case. The party was sneaking beer on underage party-goers, Sergio was sixteen back then. Despite the expose of alcohol at the party, Sergio remained sober enough to remember when his classmate named Jessica, another coyote-girl, took him by surprise and pinned him on the wall and make out in a bared corner of the second-floor corridor. Speechless and thought she was drunk by the smell of beer from the rough kiss. Claiming she was a bit tipsy, her walking and dragging on Sergio to an unoccupied bedroom says the opposite. Vulnerable and aware, he got ridden by Jessica all the way to the climax like a geyser. That experience was so memorable that he would always try again. Not that he's obsessed, he's in the age where he can look for a hook up and not interested in dating.

Coming back at the dorm, the 19-year-old coyote canid-man was sweating after a breeze-ful jog around the campus. Exhausted, but feeling good and active. All alone in the dorm since Xavier is on soccer practice. Sergio wonders if this is his opportunity. Still breathing after a one-mile jog, he zips his sport hoodie jacket out and lifts his white t-shirt that's now hugging tight with sweat. He struggles to get it out by pulling it out without tearing apart. Successfully, he takes a clean, fresh air after taking it off through all that smell of sweat. By the bathroom's mirror facing at Sergio, he looks at himself a little far from the opened door.

Shirtless, Sergio has quite of a build there. The curves are visible at any angle of his slim body. His chest and arms are very eye-catching even if he's not near like Hunter and Solomon. Like superheroes after being bitten by a radioactive creature, from lanky and flabby to toned up build, Sergio reacts as if he had never recalled possessing a formed body. Since this is his chance alone in the dorm, he stands in front of the mirror by just his upper body.

He flexed. Pumping his chest like trying to squeeze a hazelnut between his pectorals. Pretending he's weight lifting both arms and seeing how his biceps are working together. Checking his visible abdominals and feeling each bump to himself. Stopping at his navel where he hasn't taken off his shorts. Looking back at the mirror, he checks his biceps each one. Feeling it to himself and pattens it at each one. Pretty firm he could tell.

Sergio fetched for his laptop, turning on the webcam. He put on a black tank top as he prepares to make video of himself. He didn't want to waste his time, he better does it or lose it.

Like off-camera, but without any visuals but imagination of words, Sergio enjoyed his home-made solo video. The laptop filmed every explicit content that could at least please someone surfing on the Internet. Chuckling a little to himself before turning off the still recording video.

After cleaning up his little mess, he spent the other time editing the video. He video quality was good, but he must make sure his identity is protected. He made sure the video doesn't show his face instead of blurring it, he played again, and again to make sure he didn't miss an exposed pixel. Watching himself doing it was really weird, not that he fells engrossed about it, unless someone he knows saw it. For the time being, he'll save it in his computer file and later open an account on one of the most popular porn sites which many people rather anonymously make homemade videos of themselves without face reveal. He'll soon has to come up with a good username that could be easy to remember and search on the site.

Sergio's YouTube account came first, and his face is seen around the globe without being too famous. With just 14,000 subscribers, is enough for one of them, and even the slimmest chances of one of them to ever encounter a video of a coyote-boy playing with himself with an off-camera face could find some unusual suspicions. But anyways, Sergio's solo video looks rather vague in the settings of his dorm, he had film the dorm when pranking on Xavier with hidden cameras and the couch he did it on was covered with a colored towel. But anyways, who would care and notice for the time being. This was only the beginning of his new series of gaining confidence at an unusual aiming audience.