Catching Hell

[downhomeguy]

While most athlete roleplays show the character as very confident and smug, I decided to try and portray a college student on a baseball scholarship. Through the mix of being far from home and having just come out of a bad relationship, he's just trying to make it in a college world.
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Virginia Tech. Just how the hell did I end up here? I had verbally committed myself to the University of Floriday, but at the last minute I decided to change my plans. However, the change was not without several reasons. All through highschool, I had excelled as both a single-sport athlete and a scholar. After trying out several positions with the school's baseball team, I found that I was most usefull behind the plate. I was tall for a baseball player, around 6'1, which suggested that I might be most productive at first base.

However, I chose to remain at catcher. By my junior year I had been named to the all conference team, not only because of my strong throwing arm but my high batting average. After receiving the same honors my senior year, I was sought after by many of the southern baseball powers. It wasn't every day that you found a catcher that not only could hit switch, but maintained a .300 average while doing so, and also had great academics. After a scare involving a collision with a runner, I had been warned against continuing my career. But being from a humble southern home, I had no other way to pay for college. Initially I had planned on attending the University of Florida, which was only a few hours drive form home. But with the chance to start as a freshman at VT, I used that as an excuse to run away from my last relationship.

I wasn't like most athletes. I was quiet, usually keeping to myself. After catching...pardon the pun...my girlfriend of two years with the starting point guard from our highschool, I knew I had to escape Florida, and college offered me that chance. Unlike most athletes, I pursued a strong major in Criminal Justice, with plans of attending law school. But between rising around 5 am to jog, then a weightlifting routine before a long day of classes, I didn't get out much. Some of my teammates would invite me to parties from time to time, but usually I just stood alone in the corner and watched everyone else having a good time.

Though Virginia is technically still in the south, the majority of my classmates and fellow athletes were from the northern part of the country, and not accustomed to my thick accent and habit of dipping. So, in honor of my difference, they nicknamed me "Country." Not the most original, I'll admit, but it provided me with a sense of belonging that I had lacked through all of my highschool years.

 

[downhomeguy]

I began my usual morning run at the health center, which I did everyday, and ran a typical route around campus that totaled 3 miles. As the sun had not yet come up, I was hard pressed to see anybody else during my routine. After cooling down, I retired to the free weights center for a half hour of bicep and tricep lifts. Walking back to my dorm, which I shared with most of the other athletes on campus, I grabbed a towel and headed to the shower.

As I did every morning, I took a cool shower with an array of body washes and shampoos to cleanse myself of the sweat I had worked up. Others had begun to stir as I padded down the hall to my room, wrapped in only the towel. As somewhat of an "athletic priveledge", my room had been converted to only hold one resident. I changed, throwing on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, followed by a pair of broken in flip-flops. Towel drying my hair, I combed it before pulling on a fitted VT hat backwards, a pair of sunglasses, and headed off for a day of classes. My typical Monday began with a 9am class on Corrections, followed by Courts, and ending with Statistics just before lunch.

 

[blk_bloi_cuck]

School Bound....

I remember back in high school being afraid to take showers. Afraid that my little secret would be exposed. I had already caught my black girlfriend cheating on me w/ the star quarter back. A good looking white dude name Troy.... He had made a video of my beautifull african girlfriend sucking his dick. Her large glossy swollen lips swallowing his massive 8 inch dick. This video became the talk on school grounds, right before graduation. The video was painfull to watch. Watching this arrogant stud slapping his tool on my girls face. Looking in the camera w/ that cocky grin. Troy had seemed to take great pleasure in humiliating me infront of our whole school. Telling everyone that my girlfriend told him I have a little dick....
That I outta be ashamed of myself being the only black guy in the world suffering from penis envy. But Troy was right. I began to secretly despise the other boys in school who were endowed. I hated taking showers after gym class. Getting a glimpse of the other dudes much bigger than I.
Even now that im in College, I often feel paranoid that everyone will discover my little secret. The image of Troy pounding my girlfriend for the world to see. Making her scream and shake the way he did on film. Even though it's been nearly two years, and I have a new girlfriend. I often wonder if im man enough to satisfy her. As I walk into my satistics class I shake the memories of my high school past. I take a seat all the way in the back... Next to a gentleman who appears to be yet another athlete.