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Erik is a shy, introverted computer nerd. His primary interests in life are hacking, online gaming and hardcore pornography. One day, the girl of Erik’s dreams walks into his life, and his world turns upside down. Finally, Erik has the opportunity to become something else. Meet an interesting cast of characters as Erik’s misadventures of sex, drugs, and technology lead him down a rabbit hole of self-discovery.
Can Erik find himself in this new world or will he continue down the same path that he has known his entire life, being kicked around by other people?
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Kicked Around
Carmine Slate
Kicked Around
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Kicked Around Version 1.0.1 By Carmine Slate Published on 2017-12-24 Published by BookRix For more information about the book, visit: https://kicked-around.blogspot.comCover Cover Image by Carmine Slate Cover Image Sources: - 1:https://unsplash.com/photos/RnCPiXixooY by Efe Kurnaz - 2:https://pixabay.com/en/girl-dance-personal-disco-114441 by Gerd AltmannCopyright: Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and/or check the copyright status in your country.Contact: kicked(dot)around(dot)book(at)gmail(dot)com.Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any person living or deceased or actual events is coincidental.Warning This book is intended for an Adult Audience, with an open mind. If you are under the age of 18 or if you are offended by Erotica, I suggest that you stop reading this book. As an alternative, I recommend “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/11
Dedication
To my smoking hot wife,
You are (and always have been) my shining light.
Together, we are perfectly imperfect.
You could be with anyone you want and you chose me.
I am the luckiest man alive and you are my good luck charm.
Your body is a candyland.
I will always love you.
Chapter 1
00110001 00101011 00110001 00111101 00110011I never dream.
My dreams are nightmares.
When I dream, I’m always fighting.
I’m always dying.
Not anymore,
Not today.
I am winning.
No more nightmares.
Goodbye darkness, my old friend.
“Today is going to be the start of a new beginning.”
It was very early in the morning on a Sunday and emotions were mixed. Erik had just awoken from a short night’s sleep, and now he was filled with excitement for his new power.
“I’m awake because of you.” 4:05 AM. Press return. Results: It fucking worked…"
Erik was reviewing the log file for a script that he wrote just hours ago. The script completed and had successfully pulled all of the grades for every graduating class since the system had been implemented along with the final grades for the semester for any current student. Erik scanned through several of the grades, just to see how his fellow students fared in their final semesters.
Erik had been at it since 10 PM last night when he made his initial discovery.
This particular episode started while watching an old sci-fi classic. Erik was in his bedroom, drowsily watching as the main character was given a choice. That choice was leading the character into a brave new world where he was forced to question everything, including what was real and what was a dream. Just at the character was waking up in the real world, Erik’s phone sounded with an alert of a new email from Erik’s High School, containing his final grades for the year. Erik turned off the TV and clicked the link for his grades. The action took Erik down a rabbit hole of discovery for the rest of the night.
The email that Erik received was from “Streamer High Staff” and had the subject “Semester Final Grades” along with a canned message in the body. In the body of the email, there was a web link that contained Erik’s grades for the semester. This was typical. Erik would receive a similar email from the school at the end of each semester that Erik could use to find out his grades. The web link sent to him had a name-value pair alphanumeric parameter (letters and numbers) at the end of it. The value was 32 characters in length. “Looks like a hash value,” Erik thought when he was reviewing his grades in the browser.
A cryptographic hash is a “one-way” algorithm. It’s used in modern computing as a means to store passwords securely. The concept around a “hash” is you can hash a value, but you are not supposed to be able “un-hash” the hash. This way, passwords can be stored on a system without anyone being able to read them easily.
Erik decided to view the link in a full desktop browser, so he opened his laptop. The screen turned on to the state it was in before Erik last closed the lid to his laptop. There was a web browser window opened to the “Guns A-Blazing” message board on a thread with the title “Team Onyx wins Annual Vegas Open!”. Erik opened a new browser tab and navigated to the link in his email. Curious, he opened up another new browser window and researched weaknesses in cryptographic hashes. A very popular algorithm known as “MD5” was used widely amongst developers for many years and was now susceptible to a “brute force attack.” An attacker would use what is called a “rainbow table” to check this hash against a database of hashes to find a match. The database would contain both the “plaintext” value (the “pre-hashed” value) and the hashed value. This comparison allowed Erik to find out that the plaintext of this MD5 hash value was “Thisisabigpassword123!655321.”
“Wow,” Erik thought. “That number at the end looks familiar.” Erik reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Erik found his student ID and looked at his student ID number on the card: 655321. “That’s interesting,” he thought with a smile creeping onto his face.
The value “Thisisabigpassword123!” appeared to be a “salt,” a means of adding randomness when hashing a value. However, this salt didn’t appear to be random at all. “I wonder if that’s the same salt that they are using for everyone,” he thought.
“Let’s try this,” Erik said as he incremented his student ID number by 1, making it 655322. Then, Erik hashed the new ID number with part of the string value he found: “Thisisabigpassword123!655322.”
Erik took the resulting MD5 hash value and replaced the hash value in the URL with this new hash value. Erik opened a web browser and sent the request. The response was a web page with the grades for “Jeffery Mertons.” Jeffery was in Erik’s grade. Erik didn’t know him personally, but he recognized the name because it was the next student that was shown after Erik in the class yearbook every year. Erik’s smile got wider.
With this knowledge, Erik was even more curious, so he wrote a shell script that submitted requests to the URL with a new ID starting at 1 and ending at 1 million. The ID would be appended to the same salted value he found and then hashed using the MD5 algorithm. The script made a GET request to the web server and responded with the final grades of the corresponding student for the current semester. The script saved the grades to an HTML file (a web page file) with the ID appended and the name in the title tag of the page, which was conveniently labeled with the name of the student. The file looked like this “ID - Name.html.” When opening these files, they would open in any browser to view.
Erik starts up his script. “This is probably going to take a while,” he thought. Erik looked at the time; it was midnight. Erik was exhausted, so he jumped in his bed and fell asleep. He woke up around 4 AM and quickly went to the laptop to view the results.
Reviewing the logs, Erik noticed that there were several blank records mostly from form ID 1 to 100000. For those records, there were no grades. “The programmer probably started the IDs at 100000,” Erik thought. This is common in web applications, because if you see an ID start with number 1, people may try what Erik just did. “Security through obscurity,” Erik thought. “Hey, I guess it worked for ten years.” Until today.
Erik clicked through several of the grades. Then, he started doing searches by name to see what some individual students grades were. This continued for about 2 hours, checking the grades of several students who he knew to be braggers of their academic accomplishments. Strangely, he found that some weren’t the straight-A students that they postured themselves to be in front of the rest of the students. In turn, he also looked at grades of some students that had bad reputations. Most of these students had grades that matched their poor image at the school. But surprisingly, he found students that were “known” for their non-school extra-curricular activities that were far from academic, yet these students had better grades than some of the students that “acted like they were smart.”
Eventually, Erik became bored and tried something else. Erik removed the name-value pair of the URL and submitted a new request in the web browser. The response showed a login page. “I wonder,” Erik thought.
Erik entered “admin” in the username field, and the salt he found in the password field “Thisisabigpassword123!”. The site responded with “Login success” along with a search page for every student who ever went to Streamer High.
“Hole. ly. shit…,” Erik said slowly under his breath. Erik just hacked into the server that stored all the grades. He clicked the first name for “Aaron Adams.” There were Aaron’s final grades, with the ability to edit them.
The site had everything: all grades, personal information, address information, phone numbers, parent contacts, emergency contacts, disciplinary action, everything. It was the school’s database for storing all the permanent records of all the students that had ever attended Streamer High School.
Erik navigated to his own page on the website. In the form, there was a button to “Reset Student Grade Link.” Erik assumed this was to change the URL of the record’s external grade link. Erik continued searching the site for other actions that were available. In the “Users” section, Erik found that he could reset passwords for all the users in the application. All of the administrative staff and teachers each had their own logins, including the principal. Erik could change the principal’s access to the site to a regular teacher if he wanted to. The power Erik felt was amazing. Thinking about how Erik was going to wield this new weapon, his mind floods with anger and hatred towards one individual. Jacob.
The bad blood caused by years of conflict was now coursing through Erik. Erik searches for Jacob Schmidt. “Oh Jacob, it’s too bad you failed shop,” Erik laughs to himself. Erik threw caution to the wind as he updates Jacob’s grade to an “F” for Industrial Arts. Erik didn’t consider the consequences. In this moment, he felt vengeful and righteous. “Poor Jacob. The fucking idiot couldn’t make a lamp. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll stop fucking with people,” Erik says to himself.
In Erik’s mind, Jacob was a total asshole. He was on the Streamer High School Varsity Football team. Jacob was twice the size of an average Streamer High Student and he loved to use his size to his advantage, bullying those smaller than him. Jacob was built like a brick shithouse with a personality that matched the contents of the structure. Jacob had tormented Erik since Junior High. Jacob’s harassment became worse over time. In Erik’s Sophomore year of High School, the bullying was so severe that Erik ditched a class he had with Jacob for the entire year just to stay away from Jacob. The school called Erik and his mom in for a conference, trying to determine why Erik’s straight-A record had this blemish. Erik didn’t dare say who he had a problem with, but Erik did admit that he had issues with a student in the class and it was affecting him personally. In the end, the school agreed to overwrite the grade if Erik took the class over summer school, which he did. The school updated the grade, and the F was changed to a B.
And then, there was senior prom. It was just weeks ago, but Erik was doing all he could to try and forget it. Up until that point, he had never been part of something so traumatic. What Jacob did was unforgivable in Erik’s mind. He crossed a line that couldn’t be overlooked. Erik couldn’t wait for the opportunity to exact revenge in a manner that would cause both shame and embarrassment, the way that Erik felt on a day that should have been a happy memory. Erik blocked out the recalling memory, as he focused on his actions here and now.
Erik continues to reflect on the change in grade. What if Jacob was really held back a grade? Then he would continue to torment others that are now even smaller than Jacob, given that Jacob will be a year older and even bigger than the new incoming students at Streamer High. The more things change, the more they stay the same. No, Jacob’s parents will force him to take summer school so that he can graduate and move on to the next stage of his life. Or, maybe, Jacob will have to take over Erik’s old job and flip burgers for the rest of his life while people from school point and laugh at him.
“No,” Erik thinks. “He’ll take this up with the teacher, who will tell the principal, and the principal will review the submitted grades and see that someone used the admin account to update Jacob’s grade. And then, what will they do? Who the fuck cares? I’ll be long gone by then.”
This action was rather brazen of Erik. Erik was very reserved in High school. He was mostly a straight A student with the occasional B, but he had only one lasting blemish on his record for getting a C in Gym. “Fucking Soban,” Erik would say to himself whenever he thought about his gym teacher. “I did the fucking pull-up. Does it really matter that I can only do 1?”
Erik never was in any serious trouble, and always made sure not to cross any line that could cause him any issues in the future. In fact, Erik was bullied for a significant portion of his life. He had always been scrawnier and weaker than the other kids, and he didn’t have the sharp wit that is gifted to most teenagers in High School. But on this morning, something snapped in Erik.
Erik scanned the room. The room looked empty now that all his stuff was packed into a few boxes in another room of the house. His cap and gown were hung up neatly in the closet. “Only 4 hours until graduation,” Erik thought. “And then, I’m outta here.”
Erik’s hard work throughout High School had paid off. Erik applied and was accepted to the college that he wanted to attend, majoring in Computer Science. He was an aspiring video game developer with a dream of making the next blockbuster. This was Erik’s dream, and it was this dream that helped him through some rough times in High School. Today will be the last day that he will ever need to walk through the doors at Streamer High. After today, Erik will be at The U, starting college early with summer school classes. The timing couldn’t be better. Graduate on Sunday, start school the following Monday.
But, on this morning (The Day of Graduation), when his mind should be focused on the future, instead he was obsessed with the past. He was on his own personal high, and it had nothing to do with his planned destiny. Erik imagines Jacob’s name being called over the loudspeaker, just before the ceremony begins. The principal would tell Jacob that he failed a required course for graduation. Jacob would become enraged upon learning that he couldn’t graduate. Jacob would punch the principal. Mr. Soban would try to wrestle Jacob to the ground but would go down himself after Jacob’s elbow met his face. Jacob would continue to cause a chaotic scene as the security guards rushed him. It would finally end when the guards roughly “escort” Jacob from the building.
Erik smiled at the thought of being on the other end of the bullying. Erik’s dreams began to escape him as more realistic thoughts poked into his head. No one will even check the grades, as this had probably been done a week in advance. Jacob would walk across the stage and collect his diploma, the same as all the other graduates in the building. And, down the road, if the changed grade is discovered, it will be changed back to the correct grade.
Or, maybe, someone will look into the error. They will see the system admin changed the grade on the morning of the graduation and start to investigate. Tampering with academic records is probably a serious offense. And Erik is no longer a minor; he turned 18 just before high school ended. “What if they decided to prosecute?” Erik thought. “Are school grades considered government property? Did I just tamper with government records?”
The computer systems at Streamer High haven’t caught up with the state standards yet. Erik lived in a small town, with a small budget, and an even smaller pool of talent as far as technology was concerned. The computer system the school had in place was at least ten years old, and it didn’t follow modern security standards at all.
Erik’s daydreams were turning into nightmares. Paranoia took ahold and distorted his reality. Visions of long, drawn-out court proceedings that pulled Erik out of college began to flood his imagination. He didn’t hide his tracks at all. Erik just played with the web link in the email he received about his final grades. Once he logged in as the admin, he only viewed his personal grades link and Jacob’s. These were heavy thoughts for Erik early on a Sunday morning with only a few short hours of sleep. The anxiety of his actions was setting in.
As Erik’s mind raced about what could happen to him if he were caught, he decided to change Jacob’s grade back. Afterward, Erik logged off of the site. Erik’s anxiety took hold, and he didn’t know what he should do next. “Should I wipe the laptop in case they try to confiscate it?” Erik thought. “What the fuck do I do?? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”
Erik’s anxiety level continued to ratchet up. He couldn’t get a hold of himself. His mind raced for about an hour, and Erik’s only thoughts were of doom and gloom. It was about 8 AM now, he was very low on sleep, and he hadn’t eaten yet. Erik felt horrible, and he couldn’t get a handle on what to do. “Fuck, I just need to relax,” he kept thinking. “Yeah, I just need to calm down, everything is going to be OK.”
Erik knew exactly what he needed. He craved his own perfect drug. Erik needed it, right here, right now. His own debilitating anxiety allowed this to occur and he convinced himself that this one feeling, the only feeling that mattered, was his only way out. This held the power to influence everything. This was his high, this was the exit, and it controlled him.
“I am Jack’s constant urge to masturbate.”
Erik opened a web browser and navigated to his favorite porn site. The red glare of the website’s banner reflected over Erik’s eyes. His zombie-like look reflected his narrow, one-sighted feelings of release. He knew exactly what he was looking for and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. He searched for “Asian reverse cowgirl anal.” The first result was the clip he had been focused on.
Erik unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He started in. He watched the Asian porn star as she bounced up and down while moaning seductively. She was completely naked except for her white socks and shoes. Erik had watched this clip several times. It was his favorite, and it was the one that always made him cum the fastest.
Erik was transported to his favorite place. In this fantasy, he was laying on the bed while the beautiful Asian woman bounced on top of him. Erik was holding both of her ass cheeks as he watched her sexy tight asshole fuck his cock. She was breathing deeply and screaming in delight.
Within 2 minutes start to finish, it was all over. Erik hadn’t masturbated since the day prior. Usually, he averaged 2-3 times per day (depending on if he had anything else to do that day). The number of times would increase on weekends. Since this was his first time of the day, there was a build up. And now, that build up was all over his hand and thighs. Erik released one last deep sigh as his orgasm had subsided.
Just then, there was a quick knock at the door, and a split second later the door opened. In came Erik’s mom. “Oh good you’re already up and dressed,” she said. She walked in and dropped off clean, folded clothes on Erik’s bed. “We have a long day today. First, we need to pack up the car.” She continued talking as she was opening the shades. “Then, we need to go pick up your flower boutonniere on the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Grandpa isn’t feeling well this morning, so he doesn’t want to drive, so we’ll have to pick them up and head to the ceremony.” She continued talking as she reached into his closet for more dirty clothes. “Then, if Grandpa is feeling better, we’ll go out for an earlier dinner after the ceremony.”
Erik was frozen, like a Deer in headlights. The blue sky was crisp and reflected through the window over Erik’s eyes. He was still holding himself with his right hand and covered himself slightly with his shirt in the other hand. He inched himself closer to the desk and leaned into his laptop slightly to provide more cover. His pants and boxers were still around his ankles, and his legs were exposed. In what amounted to microseconds, his bliss turned into sheer panic and dread, once again, as he waited for his mom to exit his room.
Erik’s mom was just about to leave the room and then stopped. Erik’s heart was pounding as his face went white in terror. “You OK honey?” she asked. An awkward silence filled the room as Erik mustered the courage to speak. “Yeah mom, I’m fine,” Erik said quickly. Erik’s mom sighed and walked further into the room. She moved slowly over to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Erik’s mom calmly looked outside and then closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and then said, “Look, we need to talk.” Erik still was frozen, eyes getting wider stared blankly back at his mother. His mind was racing about what her next words were going to be. But he just wanted her to exit this room right now without saying another word.
“I know things haven’t been easy,” she started. “And I know you’ve found your own way… Of coping… with everything. I… I’m just…. I’m really going to miss you, Erik.”
Erik’s nerves were shattering as his mother continued to talk. Every word she said was like a million hot needles stabbing him in the stomach repeatedly. The cum was liquefying, dripping down Erik’s hand, making him even more conscious of the fact that his mother was having a heart-to-heart talk with him while he held his dick in his hand, full of cum, under his desk. “This is a fucking nightmare,” he thought. Erik continued to stare at his mother with a pleading look. His only response was: “OK.” Erik’s mom looked at him troubled. “Erik, I know I haven’t been the best mother. I know I haven’t always been there, but I’m really, really going to miss you. It’s going to be hard not to see you every day. In my eyes, you’re still my baby boy.”
Erik realized that he needed to say something, or she would continue to pour her heart out to him while he sat there with a wet hand. “Mom,” Erik said. “Can you give me a minute? I need to take a shower and get ready.”
Erik’s mom looked hurt. “Erik, I just… I’m having a hard time letting you go,” she continued. “I just… I really just want you to know how much I love you, and that I’m so proud of you and I just want the best for you.” She smiled at him hoping for a better response from her son who continued to be frozen and staring at her.
Erik was now sweating. He had no idea how to get out of this situation. He tried giving her the cold shoulder, he tried being polite, but she persisted. “Mom, I really need to get ready,” he responded.
Erik’s mom looked down, feeling defeated. “OK,” she said. “I guess, I’ll just…,” she paused. She noticed that there was a small pile of clothes at Erik’s feet. She looked further up and realized that he was hunched over, completely hugging the desk. Then, she looked at the laptop and saw a popup screen for a “Camgirl” website, featuring “Live nude women.”
Erik’s mom was now frozen, not sure what it was she is seeing. “Erik?” she started. “Are you…,” she realized what she was about to say and stopped herself. She could see that Erik was not wearing anything below the waist. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god!” she screamed out. She stood up and darted for the door. She walked through the entryway and then stopped.
She turned back through the door with her face toward Erik’s desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..,” she was cut off at the sight of her son standing, with no pants on, his wet hand reaching for the door but touching her shoulder instead. The dampness quickly seeped through the shirt leaving a damp stain. They both looked at each other, eyes wide. They stood there for a second, either one not sure what to do next.
Erik’s mom backed up out through the door and said, “I’ll let you get ready.” She glanced at Erik’s hand touching her shoulder. “And I’m going to change.” She moved backward, with a handprint on her shirt and then closed the door behind her. Erik stood there, blank-faced…
“What the fuck just happened?” he thought. “What the fuck…”
Today. Today is going to be the start… of a new beginning… This can’t be real… This must be a dream… Shit like this just can’t happen. Or can it?
Chapter 2
The car was driving down the highway as the daylight was coming to an end. Erik’s mom was driving, and Erik was in the front passenger seat, still in shock from the events of the morning. The low hum of the motor was the only sound that broke the silence inside of the car. No one said a word.
Erik’s little sister, Hannah, was in the backseat texting on her phone. She finished her text and then switched off her phone, now realizing that there was an awkward silence in the car. The silence was making her uncomfortable. Hannah leaned forward between the driver’s seat and front passenger’s seat. Hannah stared at her mother in the driver’s seat for a moment. Erik’s mom was looking straight ahead with a look of anxious terror. After a few seconds, Hannah slowly turns her head to look at Erik. Erik stared forward with a look of shock and amazement as if he saw a ghost. After another few moments, Hannah does the same as the other occupants and stares straight ahead out through the windshield with a confused, tense look. “This is fun,” Hannah says slowly. “Can we at least turn the radio on?”
Erik and his mom both reach toward the radio at the same time. Erik’s mom’s hand makes contact with the dial first, followed by Erik’s sweaty, clammy hand that touches his mother’s hand. The two turn their heads toward each other with a nervous look; both of them quickly recall the events from the morning in a flash, as if they just relived them together once more 12 hours after they occurred. The warm gooey feeling on her shoulder was still crawling underneath Erik’s mom’s skin since their morning incident. The simple touch sparked the memory once more as they both panic and re-curl their hands quickly toward themselves.
Hannah sees that they both attempted to turn on the radio and then stopped. She waits a moment. Then, Hannah gets annoyed. “Well?” Hannah asks, talking louder. “Can someone please turn on…”
“NO,” Erik and Erik’s mom yell in unison. Hannah froze. She was not sure what to make of the loud, abrupt response from her family in the front seat. Her eyes darted left to study her mom and then right to glance at Erik. After a moment, Hannah joined her family once more, looking straight out through the windshield, with a look of shock. The car continued down the highway with its passengers silently looking forward, hoping for the journey to come to an end.
An hour later, the car arrived at the destination and pulled up in front of the dorm. “I’ll go get the key,” Erik says jumping out of the car just as Erik’s mom was putting the car into park. Erik nearly jumped out while the car was still in motion. He couldn’t wait to exit the silent torture that he had endured all day long, culminating with a 2-hour drive to college with his mother and sister. These last 2 hours ranked very high on Erik’s list of the most uncomfortable times of Erik’s life.
Erik walked into the front lobby area of the dorm. To the left was the front desk for registration and to the right was typical lobby furniture with sofas, loveseats and nice cushioned chairs. In one of the chairs, there was a college student with a very baggy green hoodie, typing on his laptop. Next to him, there was a freestanding antenna that stood 4 feet tall from the ground. Erik stared at him for a second thinking to himself, “There’s people here that are even nerdier than me. Finally.” The young man had an electronic cigarette that he was taking puffs from randomly.
Erik went to the front desk and gave the girl his name and student identification card, which he received a week earlier when Erik and his mom attended the “Day on Campus” event. The event was to introduce all incoming freshman to the campus, the dorms, and to create the necessary accounts for them to access the student resources.
The girl at the desk informed Erik that he would be on the 8th floor of the dorm. “You’re going to have most of the floor to yourself,” she said. “There are only two other guys on the 8th floor, so it’s going to be mostly empty for the summer. Go back through those doors on the left and take the elevator up to the 8th floor. The elevator will bring you to the middle of the hallway on the floor. Follow the numbers on the doors to find your room. Also, there are two stairways on each side of the hall of each floor.” Erik thanked her and turned to leave. Erik wasn’t paying attention and walked right into the guy who left his computer and antenna at his sofa chair to talk to Erik.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Erik said.
“No problem.” the guy said. “Hey, I’m Hank. Who are you?”
“Uh, hey, I’m Erik,” Erik said, taken off-guard after the near collision and immediate question.
“Nice to meet you,” Hank said. “Hey, what kind of cell phone do you have?”
“Cell phone?” Erik asked. “I just have a dumb knockoff phone.”
“Can I see it?.” Hank asked.
“Sure,” Erik said taking the phone from his pocket and showing it to Hank. “It’s a Nokital.”
“Cool,” Hank said. “Do you like it?”
“It was cheap, but it does the job I guess,” Erik said.
“Cool,” Hank said taking a puff from his electronic cigarette and exhaling a large cloud in the air. “Did you root it and install custom firmware?”
“Yeah actually,” Erik said surprised. Erik had never had anyone ask him this type of question about his phone in real life. Only on internet forums or chats with other tech enthusiasts. “Yeah, I run the popular mod for the phone. The stable release version, not the nightlies.”
“Yeah, that explains it,” Hank said. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around!” Hank began to walk back to his seat.
“Uh, yeah… See ya,” Erik said as he watched Hank sit back down on the chair and work on his laptop.
“That was strange,” Erik thought to himself as he walked to the elevator. “What the hell did he mean?” Erik decided to shake off the odd encounter as he walked out of the lobby and past the entrance into a new section of the dorm where there was an elevator. Erik walked through the open elevator door and pushed the number 8 on the panel, anxious to check out his new room.
Erik took the elevator up to his floor. Erik could hear the sound of heavy, thrash metal music as he walked down the hall. He passed the room where the music was coming from and found his room number. Erik opened the door and stepped inside. “Alright,” he said to himself. “I can work with this.” The room was a standard dorm size small rectangle, almost a square. The long sides of the room were the walls to the left and right of the doorway. The wall across from the door had a window. Erik looked out the window, which looked down to the parking lot. There he could see his mom’s car. Erik’s mom and sister were on the outside of the car waiting for Erik to come back.
Erik smiled to himself. “I’m finally here,” he thought. Erik walked out of his room and back down the hallway. There was a community bathroom on the floor, and Erik walked inside. There was a guy in the bathroom drying his hands in front of one of the sinks. The boy looked at Erik as he walked into the bathroom. “You the new guy?” the boy said. “Uh, yeah, I’m moving in now,” Erik responded.
“Cool. I’m Steve,” the boy said. “I’m Erik, nice to meet you.” The two shook hands.
“Hey, do you got like $20,” asked Steve.
“Umm, yeah, why?” responded Erik puzzled.
“I just need $20. And I need it… like now.”
Steve stared at Erik intently. Erik looked back at Steve, conflicted about giving money to a person he just met. After a short time, Erik decided that he should be polite and felt compelled to lend Steve the money. At the very least, Erik thought lending Steve the money would help Erik make friends with his new floormate. Erik reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to Steve.
“Cool,” Steve said as he took the bill and walked out of the bathroom. Erik peered around the corner and watched Steve head into the room with the heavy metal music. Then, he faintly heard talking.
“Alright here’s the money.”
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Your door was open.”
“No, it was closed.”
“It wasn’t locked.”
There was an awkward pause with some mumbling. After a short break, the talking continued.
“Next time knock.”
Steve exits the room. He sees Erik and does a reverse nod, acknowledging that Steve sees Erik. Then, Steve turns to his right and goes down the hall, opens another door and enters the room.
Erik stands there for a few seconds unsure of what to make of this. Then, the music turns off, and the door opens again. Another boy exits the room. He walks toward Erik.
“Oh, hey there!” the boy says to Erik. “You the other guy living on the floor this summer?”
“Uh, yeah,” Erik responds.
“You been here for awhile or you moving in now?” the boy asks.
“Umm, now.,” Erik says. “I, uh, well I just came up to see the room first.”
“Ah, cool man.,” says the boy. “I’m Bret.”
“Erik. Nice to meet you,” Erik says shaking Bret’s hand.
“Good to meet you too Erik,” says Bret. “I’m going to head out for a bit, but we should get together and talk after you move in.”
“Sounds good,” says Erik.
Bret walks past Erik into the shared bathroom on the dorm floor. Erik turned and walked back to the elevator and rode it down to the first floor. He exited the front door of the dorm and walked back to the parking lot. Erik’s mom had already started unpacking the car and putting Erik’s stuff on the sidewalk. Then, Erik, Hannah, and Erik’s mom picked up some of the items and brought them upstairs. They continued to make several trips as they moved all of Erik’s stuff into his dorm room.
After all of Erik’s belongings had been transferred from the car into Erik’s room, Erik and Hannah began unpacking the boxes. Erik’s mom went back down to the car to grab her purse. As she walked down the hallway toward the elevator, she smelled smoke coming from somewhere on the floor. Erik’s mom knew the smell very well. It was marijuana. She turns around and walks back to Erik’s room where Erik and Hannah are unpacking.
“Do you guys smell something?” Erik’s mom asks.
“No,” they both respond.
Erik’s mom turns around and begins to sniff like a bloodhound hunting an animal. She sniffs as she walks slowly back to the elevator. As she reached the elevator, the smell was stronger, and she walked past the elevator down the other side of the hall, still on the trail of the origin. Finally, she stopped at a room across from the stairwell. Erik’s mom smelled the door to the stairwell up and down and then turned around to smell the room door up and down. She was having a difficult time determining where the smell originated. Erik’s mom then started to backtrack her steps, smelling the walls and each door she came to, up and down the frame.
Bret exits the elevator and walks to the long hallway. He was about to turn right towards his room when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye to his left. Bret stops and sees Erik’s mom inhaling the air and then each doorway, like a dog. She turns around from sniffing the current door while Bret is staring at her with a perplexed look. Erik’s mom freezes. They both stare each other down for a second.
“Can I help you with something?” Bret finally says to her. Realizing that she must look foolish, she straightens up.
“No,” she says. “I need to go get something… From the car…”
Erik’s mom walks to the elevator, enters through the open doors and presses the button to go down. Bret stands there, very confused about what just happened, watching the doors close slowly. Then, Bret shakes it off and turns around to walk to his room.
As Bret turns back toward his room, he catches the scent of weed in the air. Bret has a eureka moment, as the explanation of what he just witnessed comes into focus. “Dumb mother fucker…,” he says under his breath. Bret walks toward Steve’s room, shaking his head faster and faster as the smell gets stronger. Bret knocks on Steve’s door and then opens it. “You got 2 minutes to clear this room and get the fuck out of here before the cops come,” Bret says to Steve as he rushes into the room.
Steve was laying on his bed when Bret walked through the door. Steve sits up after hearing Bret’s warning. “What? … What you talking about?” Steve asks.
“You didn’t vent anything.,” Bret says. “The whole hallway smells like a fucking Deadhead concert. The other guy’s mom is going downstairs now to call the cops.”
“Shit,” Steve says. “I’ll crack the window.”
“Fuck that man,” Bret says. “The smell is everywhere. If the cops see you, they’ll know that your high and you were smoking up in here. You need to get the fuck out of here, now.”
Steve looks at his closet and then digs through a gym bag on the floor. He puts on a light jogging hoodie and earbuds in his ears. Then he puts his shoes on and walks toward the door.
“Wait,” Bret stops him. “You have got to clear the smell out of here man.”
Steve turns on a box fan and points it toward the window. Then he opens the window as they both leave the room. Steve walks across the hall and opens the stairway door. Steve looks down to see a wood block wedge and sticks it between the floor and the door to hold it open. Then, Steve starts down the steps as Bret walks back to Erik’s room. Bret gets to Erik’s door and looks again to make sure Steve is gone. Then, he turns to Erik and Hannah. “So, where are you from?” Bret says as he walks into Erik’s room.
Steve stops halfway down the steps and slips on his hood. He exits the stairway at the ground floor just as the cops pull up to the front door. Steve sees them and turns around, putting the earbuds in his ears and walks to the side exit. Steve exits through the door to the outside of the building. Just as night air touches his face, the impact of the weed hits him hard and his reaction time slows to a crawl. Steve looks down and sees that his earbuds are not connected to anything, so the cord dangles down in front of him. Steve slowly grabs the wire like he’s pulling a rope hand over hand. When he finally gets to the end, Steve slowly shoves it down the front of his shorts. The wire dangles down through his boxer and runs down his leg. Steve hears movement on the other side of the door. He realizes that he can’t stay there. This is where Steve begins the slowest jog of his life, trying not to fall.
Erik’s mom, the girl at the front desk, and the campus police take the elevator up to Erik’s floor. When the door opens, Erik’s mom leads them to the left of the elevators and toward Steve’s room. Erik’s mom points at the room, and the campus police knock on the door. After a 5 second wait, they knock again. The front desk girl unlocks the door and the campus police walk in. The police search the room, but they don’t find anything except a stick of incense burning on the desk.
“This door wasn’t open a minute ago,” Erik’s mom says pointing at the stairway door. “It was closed.”
“It should have been open,” the girl from the front desk says from inside of Steve’s room. “We opened all of them for move-in day.” The officers were looking around the desk and the bed for drugs.
“It was closed when I was up here,” Erik’s mom says again. “Maybe you could take fingerprints from the door handle to the stairs and match them to the fingerprints on the door handle to the room.” The two police officers stop what they were doing and look at each other, trying to contain the laughter.
“What the fuck?” Steve says as he notices something touching his leg. Steve sees that the cord fell through his boxer shorts and he can feel the earbud cord tap him every time he moves. Steve pulls the cable back up but doesn’t know what to do with it. Then he has an idea. Steve turns to the bushes as he reaches down the front of his shorts. Steve loops the cord around his dick and scrotum and makes a knot. The cold wire looks like it’s separating Steve’s genitals from the rest of his body.
Steve looks down the sidewalk and realizes he needs to get moving. Steve starts running as the cord gently tugs at him. He enjoys the feeling and smiles. The sensation causes Steve to have an erection. Steve continues to jog with an 7-inch tent bulging from the front of his shorts. The giant 6 foot, 4 inch, two hundred pound college athlete continues his slow swaying jog down the sidewalk.
The two officers, the front desk girl, and Erik’s mom leave Steve’s room and walk back down to Erik’s room. They see Erik, Hannah, and Bret talking as Hannah and Erik are putting away Erik’s stuff.
“Do you live in the room at the end of the hall?” one of the officers says to Bret.
“No, I’m in the room across from the elevators,” Bret says.
“We need to see your room,” says the other officer.
“OK, what’s this about?” Bret says in his best attempt at a playing dumb, yet curious tone.
“They need to do a routine search,” says the front desk girl.
Bret walks with them out of Erik’s room and unlocks the door to his own room. The officers and the front desk girl step in. They all confirm that the smell did not originate from Bret’s room. The officers take a hard look around Bret’s room. One of the officers studies Bret’s desk while the other walks in and looks around the floor and bed. After a minute they both look at each other and nod. Nothing appears out of the ordinary, so they all head back to Erik’s room.
“Do any of you know where the guy who lives down the hall is right now?” asks one of the officers.
“I saw him walking around earlier in the day,” Bret says.
“What time was that?” asks the officer.
“I can’t remember,” says Bret. “The sun was still up though.”
Erik froze. He knew Bret was lying, but he didn’t know what to say. The officer looked over at both Erik and Hannah.
“Either of you see him?” asked the officer.
“I don’t know even know who you’re talking about,” said Hannah.
Erik was nervous. “No, we’ve been in the room,” he finally managed.
The officers stepped out into the hallway and whispered to each other. Erik’s mom and the front desk girl talked about how the boy should be back soon. “He probably just had the munchies and now was out to dinner,” said Erik’s mom.
Outside Erik’s window, Erik heard a car screeching to a stop. Erik looked out the window to see Steve yelling at cars to slow down from the sidewalk. Steve was half walking, half light jogging. One of the vehicles was pulling into a parking spot. Steve was yelling at the car as it came to a stop.
“SLOW DOWN!,” Steve yelled. “People are running all around here!” Steve held his hands up to show where the car should be looking. In the distance, a couple was walking, but those were the only other people on the sidewalk.
“Goddamn maniac!” Steve said as he continued the slowest jog ever. Steve took a few more steps and then said to himself, “Man, I’m flying tonight.”
Erik turned back toward the group in his room. “There’s nothing we can do if he isn’t here,” one of the officers said. “There was nothing in his room. The smell is the only evidence we have at this point.”
Steve continued his slow jog. His dick was rock hard. The sensation of it bobbing up and down, rubbing against Steve’s running shorts at the motion of Steve’s movement was becoming too pleasurable for Steve to take. Steve cracked a smile as he looked up towards the night sky and slightly shut his eyes. The continuous movement felt incredible.
Steve became lost in the moment. With every kick forward of his legs, he would move his hips to grind on his shorts. Now, Steve looked like he was dancing down the sidewalk as he ran. He continued to move ahead until his knees hit cold metal during a kick forward. Steve opened his eyes to watch himself topple over an empty bike rack. He flew parallel to the ground and landed hard, face first on the cement below.
Since Steve was caught entirely off-guard during his erotic workout, he had not protected himself from the fall. Shortly after hitting the ground, a painful sensation hit him below his waist. Steve quickly moved his hands down to his groin. The pain was getting worse, and Steve winced, feeling like the air was knocked out of him. “Uh… I broke my dick…,” he barely sputtered. Steve continued to roll on the cement, writhing in pain, holding himself and unsure of what to do.
Erik heard a short yell from outside. He looked to see Steve laying on the ground, and it sounded like he was crying. “My dick is broken!” Steve painfully yelled from outside. Erik quickly closed the window and turned around back towards the inside of the room. Everyone was staring at Erik. Erik quickly crossed his arms in front of him. “Brr… It’s cold in here,” Erik said walking away from the window.
Chapter 3
00110001 00101011 00110001 00111101 00110011Erik was on the bus riding to his first day of class as the rain poured outside. The streets were soaked as the bus splashed through puddles of pooling water. The bus was circling campus, stopping at several buildings along the way. Erik’s stop was the 2nd to last one before the bus looped back to the dorms.
Erik stared out the window at the pouring rain. “What a miserable fucking day,” he thought. “What the fuck am I going to do after class? Maybe I’ll walk around the dorm for a while and see what’s open.” Erik hadn’t had much time to explore the dorm building. After moving in and the incident with the cops, Erik had enough for one day, so he decided to call it a night and went to sleep.
The bus pulled up to his stop. A bunch of the students filed out of the bus and hurried toward the building to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. Erik made it inside and then looked for his classroom. Erik followed a sign to his left. He headed down the hallway into one of the smaller classrooms in the building. The class only had about 30 desks in the room, and there was just one seat left unfilled. The other students were silent, staring at their phones, not even acknowledging another living being entering the room. Erik sat down at the one empty desk near the back of the room.
Erik opened his backpack and pulled out a pen and notebook. Then he checked his phone. 2 minutes until class starts. Erik sat in his chair, patiently waiting for class to begin. Erik’s eyes wandered the room, studying his classmates. Most of the students looked older than he was. “They must have flunked the class last year,” Erik thought. As Erik’s eyes continued to move to their phones, he noticed most all of the other students were on social media. Some were scrolling through their feeds; others were posting messages. One girl appeared to be taking a “sad face selfie” and posting it. “Who the fuck cares that you are at summer school?” Erik thought.
A man entered the room and walked toward the teacher’s desk in the front. “Good morning,” he said as he sorted his books out on the desk. “It looks like everyone is here, so let’s get started. My name is Professor Hand and this is Advanced Electromagnetic Field Theory.” He paused as the students looked around frantically. Some of the students started to open their bags and pull out their schedules. Others looked like they were ready to run for the door. The professor cracked a smile. “Sorry, that’s later today. This is Psychology 101. If you are in the wrong class, you are free to leave now.” Most of the students let out a sigh of relief and smiled. However, one puzzled student stood up. He was wearing a long-sleeve flannel shirt on a summer morning. He had long scraggly hair and looked half asleep, maybe even stoned. “Uh, what room is this?” the student asked holding a paper in his hand.
“One twelve,” said the professor.
“Oh….,” said the student. “Where’s two-twelve?”
“Upstairs,” responded the professor.
“Uh, yeah… right…,” the boy said as he slowly backed out of the room. “Upstairs. Cause it’s a two,” the student continued saying as he left the room. The professor shook his head with his eyes closed. Then, he turned back to the class. “Anyone else?”
Just then, Erik heard the sound of wet sneakers squeaking and swishing outside the hallway. A young woman entered the room completely soaked from head to toe. She stopped at the doorway and looked at the students and then the professor, who were all looking at her in amazement. The young woman’s hair was dripping water that ran down her arms to her hands and eventually to the floor. She was wearing a white t-shirt that was tinted slightly light blue. The wet t-shirt was sucked onto her body. Her eye makeup was running down her cheeks. “Sorry, I’m late,” she said. She walked to the only empty seat, previously occupied by the long-haired stoner, and sat down. Everyone continued to stare at her, including the professor.
“Oh… Kay….,” the professor continued. “As I was saying, I am Professor Hand and this is Psychology 101.” The students broke their unified gaze on the wet student to focus on the professor at the front of the class.
“Over the course of the next eight weeks,” the Professor continued as Erik found himself still staring at the young woman who sat dripping wet one seat directly diagonal to him to his front-left. She was visibly uncomfortable, although Erik could tell she was trying to keep herself put together like nothing was wrong. She would slightly shake or twitch, having chills from the air conditioning pouring into the building. The girl was visibly cold and wet, yet she was trying to pay attention to the professor as he went through his introduction to the class. She pulled her hair together with her hand and pulled it to her left side, more water dripping down to the floor in the process.
Erik was lost in her. He thought this girl was beautiful. She looked like some sort of trainwreck, goth princess from the neck up with a sexy, sporty, yet hourglass-shaped body. Her shirt and shorts were pasted onto her body, showing every curve. Erik continued to look at her up and down. He would undress her with his eyes, and then blink, resetting him back to reality. Then, he watched as she undressed for him in his mind. Erik’s imagination continued to take control as it led him into a large bedroom with her where they were ripping each other’s clothes off. “I’m so wet Erik,” she said. “Fuck me now, Er..”
“Erik McMurphy,” the professor called. Erik snapped his head forward. “Uh yeah,” he responded. The professor cocked his head slightly, raising an eyebrow and smirking as he looked at the next name. Erik blinked rapidly and took a deep breath, shaking off his daydream. Erik shifted in his seat. He had to adjust himself, as Erik was now sitting uncomfortably with the growing bulge that had formed below during his dream sequence. “Jessica Moncino,” the professor continued. “Here,” the dripping wet girl responded.
“Jessica,” Erik thought. “That’s a beautiful name.”
Through the entire class, Erik continued to stare at Jessica. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Erik kept trying to direct her through his thoughts. “Just turn a little more,” he thought. “I just want to see your entire face again. Yes, that’s it. No! Too quick. Glance over. Look at the wall. Find… something… on the wall. Find something interesting on the wall and look at it. Look! There’s a poster that says, ‘be all you can be’. Look at that! Please! For like, 1 minute.”
Jessica was engrossed in the class. She was following the professor as he moved to the front of the class. “She’s probably brilliant,” Erik thought. “I mean look at her. She’s listening so intently, and she’s taking notes…” Erik looked forward and saw the professor writing on the whiteboard in front of the class. Then, Erik turned to his left and saw everyone was writing something down. Erik’s head moved around hurriedly, trying to get a handle on what was so important since the professor only wrote a very small Internet URL web address on the board. Finally, Erik looked forward and noticed the professor was looking directly at him.
“One last time just to make sure everyone heard it,” the professor said. “The password for the homework site is the last four digits of your student ID number.” The professor paused for a moment, looking at Erik. “Write that down,” he continued. Erik finally began writing in his notebook. The professor slightly shook his head. “Everything else you need is on the same website,” the professor continued. “Go there today and fill out the forms. If you don’t have them tomorrow, you will be in trouble. Understood?”
Everyone in the class nodded, and so did Erik. Erik finished writing down the notes in his notebook. “Wait,” he thought. “What was the username to the website? Does it just know me by the last four digits of my student ID? Shit. Maybe I should ask. No, that’s not right. He probably said it a few times. I’ll just email him tonight. Yeah that’ll work.”
