Since 1867 as sure a the corn gets harvested and leaves turn orange, a swarm of students descend on Urbana Illinois every year like a returning flu virus we all have to adjust to. I was the local boy that didn't get to go. I participated anyway by being gay, and available for those into locals not a student they could run into. Professors wanted teach me please.
The fall invites a need for cuddling, the brisk air of October and coats over costumes. Our environment goings into hiding as we spend days hours weeks raking up leaves. Piles to play in with friends. Winter means rides requests across campus and offers for gay stuff. It's how I meet guys.
Safer than a gay bar, where straight students go for fun or to hate.
Local gay people provide the entertainment, and a service. Straight guys come in a break stuff up before taking off. It is a much bigger world for a farming community, and a bunch of poor people.
I am attracted to intelligence and put myself out there to learn things. Hoping some how getting their degree would rub off on me. Preferably while naked and in bed with them. It rarely happens but I pretend to fit in. As I search for exits from winter with an early spring. The return of green. Things are still alive after all. That winter took too long.
As things bloom so do the students as they pack up to leave. Some even graduate. No broken hearts this year, or proposals of marriage. The heat and humidity of summer. The emptiness of a college town. Makes way for a new flock of students and the people who teach them. Urbana in the fall for me please and take me away.
Urbana in The Fall - Story Time Blog
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