"Mr. Danvers?" I looked up and saw a young man with light brown and slightly wild hair, blue eyes and a nice smile looking at me from the doorway of my office. I motioned him to come in and he walked over to the chair beside my desk, his solid looking and very hairy legs visible in his shorts to me as he sat down, crossed his leg at the knee and smiled again at me.

"My name is Eli," said the young man, holding out his hand, my eyes following the hairy trail of his arm back to where it disappeared into his t-shirt. As I was later to find out, Eli had an entire wardrobe of these t-shirts, each one with some catchy phrase or wild color that drew your eye to him. This particular one was bright yellow and had 'One fish, two fish...' with little fishes near the wording from the Dr. Seuss children's book. From what I could tell, Eli was a very lean and sinewy guy, no gut or really much muscle on him, and when he told me he was interested in the anime club on campus, I had trouble believing that this guy could be an otaku.

I had been the anime club advisor for the last three years; the club starting with a barrel bellied young man by the name of Rob and his sidekick Seth. Rob was a crude, slick salesman-type and had the charisma and aggressiveness to pretty much get whatever he wanted, while Seth was a somewhat dumpy, overweight, less attractive young man who nature had bestowed incredible intellect with zero personality and social graces. I had learned from these two the passion of Japanese animation, or 'anime', and was very much into the genre, downloading my own episodes of my favorite fansubs and translated manga, the graphic novels somewhat similar to comics from which many of the anime were derived. I had also learned that somebody who lived and breathed anime, manga and its ilk were known as 'otaku' and that while we bandied the word around here in the states the phrase was somewhat negatively used in Japan. Both of these young men cheerfully identified themselves as otaku, and I could see from the group of students that joined us that a broader definition of otaku meant 'young men and women of little looks and self-esteem that preferred the fantasy world of anime to reality'.

The club in the last year had been foundering, with poorly selected presidents that were being 'controlled' behind the scenes by Rob, the final president being Seth, who couldn't even force himself at the time to attend the anime showings which were the lifeblood of the club. Seth had announced last semester that he would not be president hereafter, and I was forced to believe that the club could very well shut down. Now I had a very bright eyed, almost handsome young man in front of me practically oozing energy and will power, and I asked him if he'd consider being president of the club.

"Gosh, Mr. Danvers, I hadn't expected to do that, but yeah, I think I could do it." Eli smiled at me, and I smiled back, his legs mesmerizing me even though I usually am not a fan of thickly haired ones. We discussed what had to happen to get the club off the ground and, as he stood up, his shirt revealed a bit of hairy flat abdomen that drew my attention to it. He smiled at me again as we shook hands and he came through with his promise, rebuilding the club into something that was not only worth my time but also a very vibrant club.

Now, I was also the GSA advisor, and as that club had dissolved after the two lead lesbians had left for other colleges into more of a pizza excuse meeting for the new fat gay guy who took over the presidency, I had more time to invest in the anime club. I had known that along with hentai, the straight porn in the anime world, there were also two gay facets. These were yuri which involved two or more females and yaoi which was the gay male equivalent. Interestingly enough, Rob had been the one that had shown me how to connect to yaoi, and even provided me with some that he'd downloaded, although he had always told me that it made him shiver to look at it. I didn't know how Eli felt about it, and decided not to mention it. I need not have worried, for Eli casually mentioned, as the club prepared to watch an episode of a current anime we were watching, that there might be some folks offended by the fountain scene. The scene was harmless, although the tension and language between the very handsome and very naked leader and the lead character at the fountain could have led towards yaoi, it really didn't get there. One young man, just out of high school yelled, "what's with this gay crap? If you gotta show skin, show some girls, damn it". The other grunts and squeaks from the other otaku in the room silenced as Eli paused the anime and said, after glancing at me, "Even if you don't like what you are seeing, please keep your comments to yourself. I had said that there might be scenes objectionable to people and you are always free to leave a showing if you don't like what you are seeing, but please show some maturity and respect for those who are not offended by it." When nobody said anything and the immature young man grumbled he was going to the cafeteria to get something to eat, then Eli started up the anime again and we finished our showing without any more comments.

Later on when we met at the local pizza place and talked about it I mentioned that it was ok with me if the club wasn't too keen of gay stuff. I realized that many of the new members were just out of high school and such, but Eli gave me a look and said, "No, we don't want to censure here, we need to help them mature and see other people's sides, even if they don't agree with them." After a couple of minutes of staring into his soda, he looked up at me and said, "I know that you are being kind and professional, but I also saw your face when Wes said that hateful remark. Under no circumstance will that be permitted around you, Mr. Danvers."

Surprised, I looked at him and he smiled a bit, "C'mon, Mr. Danvers, I've known you were gay even before you checked me out in your office when I first met you. One of the guys I had class with was in your GSA and mentioned what a great guy you were and also that you'd been the advisor to the anime club for awhile. He said that you were cool and that the only thing you'd do would be to check out the guys, nothing else." He sipped his soda and, after wiping off a dribble on his lip, continued, "When you cruised me, I kinda liked it, at least it meant you found me attractive enough to do so."

"Eli, you amaze me. I had thought that you'd be offended that an older guy like me was checking you over."

"No way, Mr. Danvers, a good looking guy like you? I felt good about myself for the entire day because you had stared at my legs. All that running I do seems to have worked!" We laughed and steered away from that more personal conversation to the club and Eli's plans for it. Our pizza arrived, we ate and talked some more, then we went off to our separate places. I couldn't help but wonder at how easily Eli accepted me being gay, nor did it escape me that he was using gay terms to describe my looking at him. That night I enjoyed a little fantasy of Eli being with me and had a righteous orgasm as I thought about what his body looked like under those t-shirts.

The semester was almost over, and we were in high gear planning for the big anime exposition in the nearby 'big city.' This was the one that all the otaku went to, as they could satisfy every need there for cheap. We'd originally booked three rooms, but as with most students and their whims, when all was done we had too many students and not enough rooms. I'd booked a large king size bed for my own room, having in the past shared with Rob and wanting my privacy for the event.

Naturally, as we piled into the van, more people than expected showed up and now we didn't have enough rooms. Eli, always the conciliator, said that we'd figure it all out when we got there and arranged for folks to meet at the hotel with the final head count being when we arrived. The drive was pleasant, and when we arrived the rest of the serious folks where there, and we began dividing up the rooms. We had all but one person figured out, and then Eli surprised me again by saying, "Ok, I'll room with Mr. Danvers then, that will give my spot in the room to the guy who needs it and we'll be all set!" We sorted ourselves out, picked up our keys and headed to the rooms.

Four nights and five days were planned, and as I opened the room door Eli realized that there was only the one bed in the room. Smiling at me he said, "that's cool, Mr. Danvers, I'd have had to share a much smaller bed with like three other guys, so this is actually cooler. Bags the right side!" Like an exuberant kid he headed to the left side of the bed and smiled at me as he dumped his stuff there. I just shook my head and, after organizing the badges for the rest of the students, we got started on the convention. Having Eli as my roommate had many benefits, both club related and, as I was to find out that first night, personally. That first evening, though, was the start of four nights of pleasure I never thought I'd have.

We'd gone out to dinner, Eli and I splitting the cost of the nearly 20 people we had with us, and we talked about what people wanted to do with themselves over the next few days. It was a good conversation and, as the pre-event dance in our hotel would start up in about an hour, quite a few folks decided to leave to get ready for that. I planned to read and catch up on some paperwork required for the trip's return, so I just shooed them along and returned to my room. The pillows were stacked on the bed as if a queen would proper herself up upon them, and so I did, smiling to myself as I pulled paperwork towards me and started in. A few hours later, almost near midnight, I had settled into bed, a book in one hand and a glass of wine from room service beside me when Eli came in.

Being summer, it was still warm outside, and the dance would have been no exception for most of the young men that had bodies like Eli, for he wrapped his shirt around his waist and his bare skin was damp with sweat. He grinned at me, untied his shirt and tossed it into the corner where his clothing was, and then sat down to peel off his shoes. I discovered then that instead of going sockless in his shoes, a look that made his legs look even finer, he wore socklets similar to those worn by male tennis players. These all went to the corner with the shirt and, standing up, he peeled off his shorts and then, thumbs on his waistband, said, "Taking a shower, do you want to hit the bathroom before I go?" I shook my head and, to my delight and shock he pulled off his underwear to reveal a very small, tight and very hairy butt that disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind him. I heard the shower go, and then after about twenty minutes it went off and he came back out, a towel around his trim waist and drying his hair with another one.

"Mind if I watch some of your anime?"

"Be my guest, Eli, just keep the volume down so we don't disturb folks." He nodded and turned on my laptop I brought, filled with some anime that he'd not seen and was happily seated on the end of the bed watching it while I read and finished off my wine. I set the glass and the tray outside the room, and closed up shop for the night about an hour later, Eli finishing up his fourth episode of what he claimed was currently his favorite anime. When it was done, he turned off the computer and, again to my shock and delight, peeled off the towel and got into bed.

I didn't have time to even rearrange the pillows; he just rolled over, whispered "Good night" and was soon asleep. I put my book away, settled myself as far away as I could without falling off the other end of the bed and turned off the lights. I steered my mind away from the naked young man beside me and, with some difficulty, went to sleep.

It was almost two thirty in the morning when I groggily popped awake and discovered two things at once. First, Eli had somehow managed to press himself against me, his smooth back against my muscled chest and his hairy little butt against my crotch. Second, his warm body against mine had my cock on full alert and it ended up between his thickly hairy legs only to rub across his even hairier perineum, the head bumping into his heavy scrotum. He'd move a little bit in sleep, causing my cock to stroke his underside and push at his balls, my hand finding that his cock was hardening into a weapon of excellent proportions! I stopped breathing, afraid that I'd wake him, and waited while his movements became more purposeful as his cock found my hand and began stroking the shaft against my palm in slow thrusts.

I dared not move a muscle, for if he woke up and found himself almost impaled on my obviously interested cock, he'd scream bloody murder, even if I was 'innocent.' His thrusts became deeper and deeper, more of my cock being milked between his legs, fucking his perineum as his cock stroked itself against my hand. My other hand had somehow dropped down and stroked his furry pecs, his chest muscles somehow a bit thicker as my palm wrapped around the mound under it. Eli murmured something and, as my cock throbbed against him, he moaned, a little bit of precum dribbling into my palm. I was getting very close to my own orgasm, the feeling of this young man's hairy body against mine and the milking of my cock was getting way too intense. Suddenly, Eli groaned and his cock began spurting, a goodly amount sticking to the hair on his abdomen, but some getting on the sheets. His cumming triggered mine, and the underside of his body was coated in ropes of my man juice. With a little sigh, his movements ceased, other than wriggling closer to me and then his even breathing as he went deeper into sleep. I also slipped away, my hands instinctively grasping his cock and pec muscle, my last coherent thought was that in the morning we could blame the stains on wet dreams...

The next morning, sunlight streaming into the room from the patio window around the heavy curtains caused me to wake up, finding that Eli hadn't moved away from me in the evening as I'd expected. In fact, Eli was humping himself purposely against my hardened cock again, the crusted cum between his legs adding a little bit of texture to his hairy perineum. My hands had still cooperated with him, one clutching his pumping cock while the other one mauled his hairy pec, and with a cry he came again, my juices shooting only a few minutes more. "That's a hell of way to wake up, but I sure like it," he said as we caught our breath and I realized what had just happened.

"Wait one minute here, Eli, you wanted that to happen?"

"You bet, Mr. Danvers! I've been racking my brains trying to figure out how to get into your bed for the last semester!" He wriggled against me like one of those fish on that t-shirt, and moaned in delight again. "I've wanted to feel your body and cock since I saw you checking me over in your office!"

I turned him around so we faced each other and smiled at him, saying "After what we just did, I think you'd better start calling me Mike. That 'Mr. Danvers' makes me feel like your father." He grinned and hugged me, mashing his still hard cock against my slowly rising one.

"Hey, its morning!" he said, as he bounded out of the bed, his youthful yet hairy body flying over to the curtains to peek out. "Let's get up, shower and go get something to eat! I'm starved!"

"What about the other guys, Eli?"

He grinned and said, "Those guys won't stagger awake until easily noon. They were up at the dance long past the time I came back." He ran over to me and grasped my hand to pull me up out of the bed. "C'mon, I wanna see your body all wet and slick!" With a request like that, I couldn't help but comply.

We showered and dried each other off, Eli's hunger for food currently stronger than his hunger for my body, and managed within the half hour to be downstairs in front of two mammoth breakfasts. "I need to get some food in me for all the stuff I want to do today and with you tonight," explained Eli as he shoveled eggs, bacon and toast into himself. I ate a bit slower and enjoyed my coffee and juice while I watched this young man eat as if the wolves might come to take away the rest of the food before he was done. Eli had surprisingly good food choices, preferring orange juice to sodas and real food over fast food burgers and hotdogs. I discovered much later that a lot of his slender body came from these choices and appreciated his ability to refuse peer pressure to do otherwise. He finished off his platter, ate the rest of MY breakfast, and then said he was ready to get going. I paid, and we headed out to join the conventioneers.

We spent the entire day together, not what I'd thought would happen at all, but Eli seemed determined to do so even after I said I was headed to the late afternoon Yaoi workshop. We went together to that as well, and when the older bitchy dyke moderator told Eli that he was prime bishonen material and should come to Yaoi-con later in the year for the auction, he just smiled and grabbed my arm, saying that he already was my pretty boy.

We had grabbed a quick lunch earlier, even that Eli chose the healthiest food available, and decided to have dinner, then retire to the room and watch a lot of the anime that we'd bought. I'd said that I'd keep an open door for any club member to come in, and so we kept ourselves from being obvious that we were sleeping together as a few of the club members wandered in, watched some anime with us, then headed out to the other stuff going on. To each one that asked Eli if he wanted to come along, Eli just smiled and said that he had worn himself out during the day and wanted to relax. At about ten thirty I decided we'd done the club advisor bit enough and got up to close and latch the room door. I had no sooner done this when Eli had flung off his clothing and was busily trying to yank mine off! "C'mon Mike! I've been good all day today, let me play with you!" I laughed and let him peel off the rest of my clothes and we sat together on the bed, his hands wandering over my body while we watched some of the yaoi we'd bought. When he could no longer stand it, he disappeared into the bathroom a few minutes and re-emerged with a tube of lubricant, a box of rubbers and a big grin on his face.

"Mike, I've wanted this more than anything, and after this morning, I wanted it even more." He pulled down the sheets on the bed and, after putting a few fingerfuls of lube into his pulsing hairy asshole, propped up his middle with a folded pillow and whispered, "Please fuck me."

"Are you sure about this, Eli? You ever been fucked before?"

He was quiet for a few second, then replied, "No, but I have used dildoes on my ass so I know what it feels like to be penetrated." I took that at face value and, after pulling on a rubber and lubing up well, I pressed my cock head against his furry fuck hole.

"Oh man, oh geez!" groaned Eli as my cock head pushed his hole wide. "Wait a second, Mike, let me.....uh, oh! Ok, keep going..." I ever so slowly pushed into him, his moans getting louder and deeper as I went deeper, until my entire cock got inside him. "Oh, fuck, that feels SOOOOO good, Mike! Let me feel you inside me a bit, OK?"

I waited, the feel of his furry buns against my lower body while I rested atop his smooth, muscled and hairless back was as relaxing as it was exciting, and at his signal I began a slow fucking rhythm. His little grunts and squeaks as I almost pulled completely out and then pushed all the way to press hard against his prostate told me that he was enjoying the entire thing, and when I reached down to stroke his chest and found his nipples were pebble hard as was his cock against the pillow, that confirmed it. I moved to a slightly faster rhythm, with shorter strokes although occasionally I would pull almost out and then go sliding all the way back against his joy button to his surprised delight, and continued stepping up the speed until we'd reached a relatively normal fucking mode. I also wanted to see his face, so I'd moved him around so that he was now on his back, hairy legs in the air and the pillow now propping his ass up for an easier target. Like the best porn star tops in the business I remounted him in one smooth entry, his gasp of delight turning into little mews of pleasure as I fucked him senseless. Eli had already come twice, once into the pillow during an especially slow poke at his joy button and after I'd sped up the fucking, yet his cock was still hard and oozing from the beating his prostate was getting. I bent forward to kiss his forehead and at the same time he moved forward so that our lips met, making a connection that set me over the edge. With a grunt, I began filling the rubber with my juice and Eli's eyes glazed again as his cock began squirting man cream all over his hairy belly and chest.

When our orgasms had subsided, I carefully pulled out and removed the rubber, then removed the pillow from under Eli's back and let him lay flat on the bed. I turned out the lights and crawled into bed, and Eli instinctively pushed his body against mine, spooned together as we drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the convention went about the same way, each day running around to various shows and events, each night fucking ourselves to exhaustion. Eli wanted to try out lots of positions he'd seen in Yaoi and in gay magazines, and even one time entered my ass, although he said later he preferred my cock inside him. I tended to agree, although I sure liked watching his lithe furry body as he fucked me to orgasm.

The last day was a half day, and we planned to drive back to the school's parking lot so that everybody could pick up their cars and head home. The drive was uneventful, Eli acting as normal as I, and after the last group of kids had driven off and we stood beside his car and the van, he turned to me and said, "I sure want more of what we had at the convention, Mike, could I come over to your place?" I nodded and after we put the van into the facilities yard and locked up, we drove our cars to my place...

...needless to say, Eli spent that night and the next with me, and then to my delight and utter joy he asked if he could move in with me. We talked a lot about it and finally I agreed, as it would save him a lot of rent and he'd only need to pay a little towards food and utilities. He's a happy young man, having both the club and more money now to buy anime, and I am also happy, for the young man is also my lover, and that's the best ending for any Yaoi story.