Hi, I'm Charles Edward Schmidt. Most people call me Chuck, except my mother who called me Chucky, which I despised. It always made me feel like a little kid.
I want to tell you my story.
My father passed away about 2 years ago. As his only child, I inherited everything in his estate when he died. With this generational inheritance, I now know I will never have to work a day in my life if I don't want to. I now have more money than I could ever spend.
My father was a textile magnate. He was very wealthy and a very powerful man when he was alive. We lived in a mansion in Malibu, California. Our house was scandalous even by Malibu standards. Two swimming pools, one indoor, one outdoor, a tennis court and a spectacularly manicured expansive front lawn. He had separate servant's quarters on the premises for our personal chef and house staff, also an indoor gym and a sauna. You name it, my dad had it.
I was totally spoiled in a financial sense, even as a young child, but neglected and starved for attention or love from my parents in every other sense. I shouldn't say that, my dad wasn't so bad really, we got along pretty good. It's just that he was a workaholic and was always busy.
My trophy wife of a mom, she just totally ignored me and most days we didn't even exchange a courtesy good morning greeting. She was usually drunk by noon and if we spoke it was mostly her bitching at me. Always telling me to grow a pair and be man. So crude, I hated her. I tried my best to avoid her and I always wondered if my birth was an unexpected mistake. My father divorced my mother when I was 14 years old. All they did was argue. If he was home and she wasn't passed out, which was rare, they would argue about anything and everything.
When they parted company, my mother received a one time very generous stipend in the divorce. Dad was awarded uncontested sole custody of me, as my mother was a chronic alcoholic and his high priced lawyers ate her up in court. The courts deemed her unfit to raise me. She didn't even apply for visitation rights to see me, so c'est la vie to her.
I had a very regimented life. Even though he was rarely home until late in the evening most nights, my dad saw to that. He had some pretty strict rules and I obeyed them even if I didn't like them. Studying was one of them and I was exclusively home schooled. I can honestly say, I had never set foot in a public or private school in my life, until I went off to college. I had a fantastic home tutor and received a 5 star education through him.
My father also wanted me have some physical activities in my curriculum, as he would always say, "healthy body, healthy mind". He hired both a gymnastics coach, which was mostly tumbling exercises and a tennis pro to train me at our house. Mondays thru Fridays every week they worked with me, which I stuck with from age 14 til I went off to college. I never lifted weights or really developed any upper body muscles. From the waist down, that was the exception. My legs, buttocks and calves were thick and strong from the gymnastics and tennis.
I lacked for nothing as a child growing up. My dad basically spoiled me rotten financially, as he was always too busy with work to spend time with me. I think this was his way of being affectionate because he might have felt guilty that he had little spare time to spend with me. I truly believe he loved me, but he just wasn't the type to show his emotions or affection, a staunch and strict German father. Seems he was always at the plant or in his office when he was at home. When at home, he was always on the phone talking business. Like I said before, he was a workaholic.
We saw each other maybe 2 hours a night at best when he came home from work. He would come find me in my room and always ask how my day was. He would chat with me for about 15 minutes, then we might share a quick dinner together. He gave me my own American Express Gold card when I turned 14 and he never even raised an eyebrow when he got the bills, which were sometimes staggering with my impetuous charges. If I saw something I liked, I just whipped out my card and bought it. Pinball machines, video entertainment systems, stereo components, expensive clothing, my first car, whatever I wanted, I just charged it on my card. He never even once said anything to me about my outrageous spending.
My father insisted I go to an Ivy League college of his choice, it was never discussed, but he was probably thinking I would take over the business one day. With his influence and donations, I was enrolled and left home to get my education at age 18.
I told you already that I was home schooled, so I had no classmates and very few friends. I was sort of friends with one other kid on our street from another well to do family, as he would come over mostly to play with all my cool toys, but they moved away. I never had a girlfriend or even went on a date. The only social interaction I had with women was through social media networks online. Nothing ever came of them, even though I spoke to a few women online, I never actually met anyone. I was basically a loner but had amassed enough crap at my house to keep me entertained. When I wasn't playing video games in my room, I had my studies, gymnastic classes and tennis lessons. I stayed busy.
I was short like my father, 5' 6"s tall, about 145 lbs., had long shaggy blonde hair and not bragging, I think I was better than average in facial looks. My mother was a trophy wife and as much as I hated her, I was grateful I inherited her facial looks. I was pretty slim from the waist up, but my legs were toned and firm, as was the rest of my body from the waist down. My chest is still totally smooth to this day, and my legs have just a whisper of blonde hair on them.
When I said I inherited my mother's looks, between her genes and the gymnastics classes, my butt was both plump and firm just like hers. I hated it and tried to hide it. I wore baggy pants a lot. Whenever I bought a new pair of jeans, the salesperson always struggled to find a pair that fit correctly over my big butt. They fit my skinny waist just fine, but I struggled to get them over my hips and ass. After they were washed and dried, they were even tighter than before.
So this is where my story begins. I left my father and the safe confines of my home and went off to college. I was a bit of a social misfit, never really having the chance to interact with peers of my age. I was excited to go off to college and expand my horizons. It was mandatory to stay on campus the first year and I was assigned a dormitory with a roommate. I was a little apprehensive about sharing a room with a stranger and hoped he was a nice guy, maybe with similar interests.
When I located my room, it was a little smaller than I imagined. Two beds, one on each side of the room, two small desks with chairs, two closets, one on each side of the room and a tiny bathroom with just a commode and a sink. It was obvious to me that my roommate had already checked in and unpacked, claiming a bed and a desk on the left side. I saw his books, lots of fashion merchandising, fashion business, color theory, whatever that was. On his desk was his computer and some personal items. His bed was already made, neat and orderly. I was impressed with that. Maybe this might not be so bad. His personal belongings were odd to me, they seemed a tad feminine.
His bed spread was a soft pink and yellow pastel print, also kind of girly looking. He had some art work on the walls on his side of the room that seemed unusual at best. One was of a rugged looking cowboy licking an ice cream cone. How bizarre I thought. One was of just two male hands with rainbow colored bracelets formed together to make a finger heart. On his desk, here was a small framed picture of a face shot of two guys, closely pressed cheek to cheek, smiling brightly into the camera.
Both guys also seemed a bit effeminate. I assumed one of them was my future roommate and the other a friend of his. Leaning over to get a closer look at it, the dorm room door swung open and a guy entered just smiling and staring at me. It was one of the guys in the photo.
"Well hello there." he said excitedly, "I'm Benjamin, are you my new roommate?"
"I think I'm guilty as charged. I'm Chuck." I replied caught off guard, but trying to sound cool as I extended my hand to shake his.
Moving quickly forward and closing in on me before I had a chance to react, he hugged me. And not a regular casual hello hug, but he hugged me deep and hard. Way too long and way too tight. I just stood there awkwardly, with my arms at my sides, and politely accepted his way too personal embrace, a bit uncomfortable that it lasted so long.
