I'll keep at it ya bassas

I transferred in the spring as a first semester sophomore to a medium sized fairly conservative college in rural Pennsylvania. I lived in the regular dorms, which was okay, but most of the guys had already formed friendships. And I am not really into the crazy college age male bonding, at least not in the traditional way. My life was somewhat dull, not engaging in the usual college high jinks and spent most of my time on the computer, studying, etc. I would occasionally go down to the general gym and work out on the equipment. I liked watching some of the guys lifting weights. The football players and other college athletes had their own work out room with heavy weights, which I cruised by once, but got immediate disapproving looks, so I never dared to go back again.

In my Human Anatomy & Physiology class I had gotten paired up with Tyler, a sophomore football player as a Lab partner. When I first met him I was taken back by his very outgoing demeanor. This was because at our college, sports and the players were considered the popular crowd on campus and I had never really found my place. He was really good looking, but he had a girlfriend whom I had met. We occasionally would chat about our personal lives. He was very friendly and liked to talk about himself. He never really asked if I was in a relationship, and more about my general social life, which wasn't much to talk about. I assumed he figured out that I was gay. I didn't try to stand out, build it was difficult to hide my slightly high pitched voice and non-masculine mannerisms.

He talked a lot about the past football season, and I did find myself getting more and more interested in football and the players even though the season was over. Tyler was a Running Back for the team and was really cute, but I really liked the big Linemen. Their bulgingly heavy and solid frames just made me twitch all over. There is something about a big beefy stud with lots of meat on his bones that gets me hard.

After working with Tyler throughout the semester, and often helping him a lot through the assignments, he invited me to a party that some his frat buddies, most of whom were football players were planning on Saturday night. He said that if I told them he invited me, I would surely be able to get in without a problem. He said it got pretty wild though. It was at one of the Frat houses. I wasn't sure if I should do it, nor what to really expect, but when Tyler and his girlfriend, Katie both encouraged me, I decided to go. They said things get started around 10:00pm.

I dressed in nice clothes and went to the party. Walking across the campus at about 10:30, it was unusually warm and humid for late April. There were tons of people at the party, loud music, noise, beer, the whole nine yards. I looked around and eventually found Katie with some other girls. She gave me a hug and introduced me to her friends. It was fun for awhile. Tyler found us and gave me a beer and I hung around with them a bit, but Katie

said I should meet some other people too, so I took the hint. I tried to mingle, but didn't have much success. I spent most of the time in the background as a wallflower, watching a lot of the players and other macho guys. Some of them would play around and grope some of the giggling girls and I wished it was me they were groping.

It was really hot in the frat house, packed with people. I went into the kitchen to find something to eat and there was some pizza, chips, dip and other junk foods all over the counters. Also in the kitchen there was a group of football players, guzzling beer, tossing a football and knocking into one another. Some of them looked over and saw me watching and started taunting me. Over the loud party I couldn't make out a lot of what they said, but one of them shouted, "What the are you doing here, Liberaci ?" They all laughed, and then returned to their keg.

I thought I should quickly get out of the kitchen, so I turned to leave and bumped right into the largest guy I had ever seen up close. I knew instantly who it was. It was Christopher Bullock, #72, the widest Offensive Lineman the team had. He was 6'2 and 323 pounds of 20 year old beef. He wore one of his tightly clinging football jerseys, not hiding any of his chunky big muscles and a pair of jeans. His bulging arms and immense torso, with protruding pecs were a sight to behold. He had short brown hair, shaved high in the back, accenting his thick neck.

You been spying on me again McCann?

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Looking forward to traibspotting. Hopefully there is more trains this time. Like the flying Scotsman.

Did you miss the ecstasy scene from the first movie?

More interested in the trains to be honest it's a hobby of mine. At least franko was passion about it.

I have been on the Hogwarts Express before. I took props to the sheds in Glasgow were it was being held.

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Is that cos she squealed like a pig?

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I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I had counselled Catherine to dine up-stairs; but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards, intimating that he should not return before evening.

The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence; where I heard Hareton sternly check his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law’s conduct to his father. He said he wouldn’t suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were the devil, it didn’t signify; he would stand by him; and he’d rather she would abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff. Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father? Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master’s reputation home to himself; and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break—chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart, thenceforth, in avoiding both complaints and expressions of antipathy concerning Heathcliff; and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between him and Hareton: indeed, I don’t believe she has ever breathed a syllable, in the latter’s hearing, against her oppressor since.

When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a measure my children: I had long been proud of one; and now, I was sure, the other would be a source of equal satisfaction. His honest, warm, and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and degradation in which it had been bred; and Catherine’s sincere commendations acted as a spur to his industry. His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to their aspect: I could hardly fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights, after her expedition to the Crags. While I admired and they laboured, dusk drew on, and with it returned the master. He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full view of the whole three, ere we could raise our heads to glance at him. Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter, or more harmless sight; and it will be a burning shame to scold them. The red fire-light glowed on their two bonny heads, and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

They lifted their eyes together, to encounter Mr. Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty, whether she will or not. With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times, then it was particularly striking; because his senses were alert, and his mental faculties wakened to unwonted activity. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in evident agitation; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or, I should say, altered its character; for it was there yet. He took the book from his hand, and glanced at the open page, then returned it without any observation; merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little behind her, and I was about to depart also, but he bid me sit still.

‘It is a poor conclusion, is it not?’ he observed, having brooded awhile on the scene he had just witnessed: ‘an absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it; and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I don’t care for striking: I can’t take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

‘Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I’m in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me; and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony. About her I won’t speak; and I don’t desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations. He moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I’d never see him again! You’ll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,’ he added, making an effort to smile, ‘if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. But you’ll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting at last to turn it out to another

comment by McCannStoleMaCookie (U20688)
posted 5 hours, 51 minutes ago


I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I had counselled Catherine to dine up-stairs; but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards, intimating that he should not return before evening.

The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence; where I heard Hareton sternly check his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law’s conduct to his father. He said he wouldn’t suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were the devil, it didn’t signify; he would stand by him; and he’d rather she would abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff. Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father? Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master’s reputation home to himself; and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break—chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart, thenceforth, in avoiding both complaints and expressions of antipathy concerning Heathcliff; and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between him and Hareton: indeed, I don’t believe she has ever breathed a syllable, in the latter’s hearing, against her oppressor since.

When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a measure my children: I had long been proud of one; and now, I was sure, the other would be a source of equal satisfaction. His honest, warm, and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and degradation in which it had been bred; and Catherine’s sincere commendations acted as a spur to his industry. His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to their aspect: I could hardly fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights, after her expedition to the Crags. While I admired and they laboured, dusk drew on, and with it returned the master. He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full view of the whole three, ere we could raise our heads to glance at him. Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter, or more harmless sight; and it will be a burning shame to scold them. The red fire-light glowed on their two bonny heads, and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

They lifted their eyes together, to encounter Mr. Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty, whether she will or not. With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times, then it was particularly striking; because his senses were alert, and his mental faculties wakened to unwonted activity. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in evident agitation; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or, I should say, altered its character; for it was there yet. He took the book from his hand, and glanced at the open page, then returned it without any observation; merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little behind her, and I was about to depart also, but he bid me sit still.

‘It is a poor conclusion, is it not?’ he observed, having brooded awhile on the scene he had just witnessed: ‘an absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it; and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I don’t care for striking: I can’t take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

‘Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I’m in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me; and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony. About her I won’t speak; and I don’t desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations. He moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I’d never see him again! You’ll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,’ he added, making an effort to smile, ‘if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. But you’ll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting at last to turn it out to another
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Yer da likes kate bush

I liked Kate Bush.
Babooshka
Heathcliffe.

comment by timmy (U14278)
posted 1 day, 8 hours ago
Looking forward to traibspotting

Got a cold timmy?

You don't know what a fking traib is? Wtf, were have you been hiding son, under a stroane???

I like the word stoned.

Bloody i bone

I have a handroid phone chimmy.

Where are the yanks?

in America mostly I'd say.

Bruder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime,
His sister had anudder one she paid it for de lime.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she call de doctor, woke 'I'm up,
Said "doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache, "
I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache."
Now lemme get this straight,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot'up,

McCann wants this bad,

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McCann can.