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Hey, Big Guy (Complete Story 6/25/19)

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Preface

            If it started somewhere, I’d guess it started with James.  James was too perfect, too beautiful to be real.  I’d always secretly suspected deep down inside that he was an alien sent to our planet to observe us.  It wasn’t just that he was gorgeous—but he was gorgeous.  Tightly compact muscles that bulged enough to be seen through his clothes, broad shoulders that gave him a sway when he walked, a tight waist that gave him a dancer’s grace, a beautiful smile that radiated warmth, and chestnut hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial. And no matter how recently he shaved, he always had scruff that made him look like an action movie star.

            But again, there are lots of exquisite men that I don’t think are aliens.  When I first met James three years ago, I was taken aback by his eyes.  They’re violet.

            James insists that they’re just intensely blue and any violet that I see is just a trick of the light.  He’s wrong; they’re violet.  I know it’s not a trick of the light because when the light hits his eyes just right, they flash gold.  How can his eyes be both violet and gold?

            Beyond his uncanny eyes, he always acts in a way that’s just… off.  He doesn’t act like he understands the most normal, everyday things.  He never shakes hands.  He never wears shoes when it’s raining.  He has weird holes in his vocabulary.  He eats all of his meals out of bowls.  Little weird things like that.  And when it’s an uncommon situation…

When our friend group (me, James, Dave, and Luke) went to an outdoor concert, James came dressed in a tux and brought a picnic lunch of wine and figs (in a bowl).  When Dave went into the hospital after a minor car accident, James brought him three pet goldfish and a box of popsicles.  When I told him I was gay, he asked, “What’s that?”  And when I explained to him what it meant, he simply laughed and said, “Oh, Chris.  Everyone’s gay.” 

            Neither Dave nor Luke think James is an alien.  Quirky and weird, sure, but not an alien.  Hot guys don’t have to behave normally if they don’t want to.

            But if it wasn’t James who started this whole thing, I don’t know who was.  Or what was.  Maybe nothing did

            As I recall it, I was hiding, and James sought me out.  I was outside, sitting behind my dorm on a stone wall set up to separate the dumpsters from street view.  I was crying.  Yet another guy had rejected me, and this one had been a real ass about it.

            I know I’m not much to look at.  Well, I wasn’t then.  I was a gangly 5’11”, barely 110 pounds soaking wet.  I had a boring haircut and wore bland clothes.  But I’m funny, and smart, and the life of the party.  I’ve never exactly suffered from a lack of confidence. 

This rejection was just brutal.  In front of a large crowd, he cut me down to size for daring to ask him out.  It wasn’t really what he said or did; it was how he made me feel.  He was the tenth guy in a row to reject me just because of my looks, and I’d never felt so small or unimportant in my life.

            So, I went out back by the dumpsters to cry, and James sought me out.  He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “A guy like you deserves to have your deepest wish come true.”  And, as the sun moved from behind a cloud, his eyes flashed gold.

            At the time, I took it as just a nice thing to say to a friend who was crying, but now I’m not so sure.  Maybe James isn’t an alien.  Maybe he’s magic.

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Chapter 1

            I was dreading chemistry class.  He was going to be there: Victor.  He was the asshole who rejected me so hard I cried by the dumpsters.  It was a couple of days after he rejected me, and I just was not looking forward to seeing his smug face.

            But I was a chem major, so I wasn’t going to let him chase me out of a class I needed to graduate.  I made sure to get to class early so I could get an unobtrusive seat in the back row.  I normally sat down front next to Dave, but he’d forgive me for ditching him today.  Chem lecture was in one of those auditorium-style classrooms with about 100 students.  Chem lab, where we practiced what we learned in lecture, were much smaller 15-20 student groups.  Since Victor and I didn’t have the same lab, I might be able to avoid him in the crowd.

            I blend into a crowd.  Victor really stands out.  He’s captain of the basketball team.  Hell, part of what drew me to him was that he’s seven inches taller than me—tall men just do it for me.  And when the captain of the basketball team came out as bi, I thought I finally had a chance with him.

            Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong.  So now, I was hiding in chem class.  If I just hid well enough, I doubted he’d seek me out.

            As class began, I didn’t see Victor or his beautiful face anywhere.  Maybe he skipped lecture today.  That would really be the best outcome.

            I took out my notebook and began taking notes.  It was ten minutes into class when things went haywire.

            I was in the back row, but there was a walkway behind that.  There must have been a door back there I’d never seen.  I was innocently listening to the professor and taking notes when I felt a large hand on my shoulder.  I looked over my shoulder and saw Victor.  His bright brown eyes, his perfectly coifed hair, his taut body, and a tuft of chest hair peeking out from the collar of his polo shirt.

            “Hey, Big Guy,” he cooed.

            I swooned.  I didn’t even mind the ironic nickname.  He was so close to me, and so handsome, and the physical contact.  A shiver of pure bliss overtook my whole body.

            “Victor,” I managed to say.  This was followed by an overly long, uncomfortable pause.  “I’m trying to take notes.”

            “I see that,” he said.  He leaned in closer so his mouth was right up against my ear.  “I’m sorry I was so terrible the other day.  It’s just, I’m fresh out of the closet.  College athletes are among the biggest homophobes I’ve ever met.  If you’d asked me in private, I would’ve taken you down gently.  But you asked me in public, and I freaked out.”

            “That’s okay,” I lied.  I just wanted him to keep talking.  His whispers were warm and welcoming, and if I’d been standing, my knees would’ve buckle.

            “It’s not okay.  I’m new to all of this.  I still don’t want to go out with you, but you didn’t deserve that.”

            “Thanks.”

            “We good, Big Guy?”

            Again, my body shook in a wave of pleasure.  Was that… did I just orgasm?  From him whispering in my ear?  I couldn’t have just spontaneously jizzed myself in front of the captain of the basketball team.  Not while he was trying to apologize.

            “We good,” I whispered.  I brushed his hand off my shoulder, grabbed my books, and raced out of the room through the back door I’d never seen before.

            I fled to the nearest bathroom, ducking over in a vain attempt to hide my crotch.

            When I got to the bathroom, I threw my books down and locked myself in a stall.  I bent over to survey the damage.

            I was dry as a bone.

            And I wasn’t even at half-mast.

            Was this one of those ASMR things I’d heard about online?  I’d never experienced one before, but if that’s what this was, I would start watching all of those videos all the time.

            I left the stall and went to wash my face and hands.  When I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I did a double take.

            I looked good.

            I looked real good.

            I had a glow about me; I looked healthier.  The lighting in this bathroom was amazing.  Even my clothes looked better: they didn’t completely hang off my body.  Next time I had a date, I was getting ready in this bathroom.

            While I was admiring myself in the mirror, my phone rang.

            Thankful I wasn’t in the lecture when that happened, I answered it.

            “Hey, Luke.  What’s up?”

            “Chris, buddy!  Dave saw you hightail it out of chemistry.”

            “How’d he tell you so fast?”

            “He texted me.  He always texts me during chem lecture.”

            “Ah, no wonder he needs my notes.”

            “What can I say?  He can’t be without me for more than fifteen minutes.”

            I rolled my eyes.  As much as I was encouraged by the nascent romance between Luke and David, their lovey-dovey phase was a touch obsessive.

            “Why did you call?”

            “Checking in on my buddy.  You need to talk?  Dave says Victor cornered you.”

            “Was he paying attention to the lecture at all?”

            “Of course not.  That’s why he sits next to you.”

            I laughed.  Dave need a science class to graduate.  Any science class.  He was a theater major and thought it would hurt his craft to actually learn anything like math or chemistry.  I redirected.  “Well, I’m good.  Victor apologized for dumping me so spectacularly.”

            “Cool.  Late breakfast?”  I could tell from his tone that he was unconvinced.

            “Sure,” I said, admiring myself once more.

            “Awesome.  Dave and James will meet us at the cart.”

            “Chem lecture lasts for another hour.”

            “And if you’re not there, he has no reason to be.”

            “True.  See you at the cart.”

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Nice first couple of chapter and with a set of nice main characters. Im sure gonna read what's next

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Really enjoying this story.  Looking forward to reading more!

Quinn

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2 hours ago, TQuintA said:

“I held the door open a crack and watched the whole thing unobserved.  It was practically Shakespearean.”

This is perfect and now a doble dose will make it even more awesome

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