Jump to content

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


TQuintA

Recommended Posts

I wonder what would happen if more than one person were to touch him and call him "big guy" at the same time. Same effect? Linear increase? Exponential?

Just saying...

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Chapter 33

            Dave continued.  “Halloween’s coming up.”

            “A week from Wednesday,” I agreed.

            “And every Halloween we do the same thing.”

            It clicked internally.  Rocky Horror.  Like many college campuses, our school did a screening of Rocky Horror every Halloween that started at ten and went until midnight.  Afterwards, there was always a huge party thrown by one theater major or another.  Dave, Luke, and I had gone to both every year.  Dave dressed as Frank, Luke as Eddie, and I always went as Riff Raff.  When we explained to James what the movie was like freshman year, he decided to skip the movie and meet up with us at the party.

            “But I’m Riff Raff,” I argued.  I slipped on a pair of my new boxer briefs as Luke and Dave kept talking.

            Luke looked me up and down.  “You haven’t been Riff Raff for 100 pounds.”

            “Look at you,” Dave added.  “All that muscle.  Blond hair and a tan.  You’re Rocky.”

            I looked at myself in the mirror.  I was bigger than Rocky.

            “You could win the costume contest,” Dave said.

            Before the screening every year, there was a costume contest, and every year, it went to some hot person in their underwear.

            Dave had a fire in his eyes.  “We have to win that costume contest and claim the prize””

            “What’s the prize?” James asked.

            “It’s different every year,” I said.  “Some local business sponsors a prize for the free publicity.  Last year it was a fancy dinner for two at that ritzy Italian place.”

            “Oh,” James seemed let down.  “What’s the prize this year?”

            Dave was clearly excited.  “A day for two people at that exclusive spa downtown.”

            “Why would I want to win that?” I asked.

            “You wouldn’t,” Dave said.  “Which is why you’d give it to me, so Luke and I can use it.”

            That didn’t answer any of my questions, so I turned to Luke.  “Why do you want it?”

            “Dave’s birthday is in November, and there’s no way I can top his gift.”

            Dave interjected.  “I already topped your gift”

            Luke snickered.

            “So, I’m just doing this to be nice to you?”

            “Think about it, buddy,” Luke said, getting closer to me.  “Dave’s birthday is a Friday this year.  And then I have an away game that Saturday.  And Dave’s dress rehearsals start that Sunday.  We’d be gone all weekend.  You’d have the room entirely to yourselves.”

            “Tempting,” I said.  They’d already convinced me, but I wanted them to woo me a little more.

            Dave grabbed the thong from my hand and turned to James.  “And you, James.  A crowded theater screaming at how sexy your boyfriend is.”  He waved the thong in front of James’s face.  “Him, onstage, wearing only this.”

            James was practically salivating.  “I’m in.”

            Dave was surprised how well that worked.

            “Then you’ll need a costume too,” Dave purred.

            “But, babe, Chris hasn’t said yes, yet.”

            Dave shushed him.  “James is in.  We won.”

            “It’s true,” I said, nodding.

            “What costume do we put the virgin in?” Dave began circling around James, observing him from every angle. 

            “I haven’t been a virgin for over a week,” James insisted.   

            “It just means you haven’t seen the movie,” I told him.

            Dave had stopped circling.  “It’s obvious!  Brad.”

            “He’ll never do it,” I said.

            James looked confused.  “Why?”

            “For most of the movie, Brad is only in boxers and a bathrobe.”

            James turned deadly pale.  “No no no no no.”  He shook his head violently.  Being that undressed in public was a recurring nightmare of his.

            “Pity,” Dave said.

            The solution was obvious to me.  “He owns a tux,” I said.  “He wears it with a brightly colored dress shirt, Luke will lend him sunglasses, and Dave will do his hair funky.”

            “A conventionalist,” Dave said.  “That’ll work.”

            “That I can do,” James replied, obviously relieved.

  • Like 22
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Chapter 34

            The next week and a half went surprisingly uneventfully.  With my new clothes, new lab coat, and new workarounds, I could return to as normal of a life as I had before fall break. 

            Apart from daily responsibilities like class and working out, I spent pretty much every free moment with James.  He was keeping up with my new sexual needs beautifully.  Sometimes, he initiated a romantic encounter and I was the one who obliged. 

            James’s roommate was intimidated by me, so James and I were now spending most nights in my bed in my dorm room.  Of course, Dave and Luke were spending most nights in Luke’s bed in my dorm room, so James was sleeping in a t-shirt and long johns, but I still got to curl up next to him.

            Halloween arrived quickly.  After our late afternoon class, Luke and I walked back to our dorm room and found our boyfriends waiting for us in the room.  It should have been a nice surprise, but they were fighting over an electric razor that buzzed throughout the entire exchange.

            “You’re not getting anywhere near me with that thing,” James said.  He was dressed in his costume except for the tuxedo jacket, which was hanging on the back of my desk chair.  He’d chosen a pastel green dress shirt, and he must have put on some muscle since the last time he wore it because it was delightfully too tight.  He was backed up against the closet doors.

            “You agreed to let me do your hair,” Dave countered.  He was already in full Frank regalia: make-up, black curly wig, pearl necklace, and the surgical smock that hid the corset and heels underneath.

            “Head hair,” James said, pointing to the top of his head.

            “Your beard is head hair,” Dave argued, stepping a little closer and brandishing the buzzing razor.

            “Face hair,” James responded, pointing to his beard and ducking away from Dave and moving to the bed.

            “Your face is part of your head,” Dave responded.

            “You’re not going to overpower me,” James said.  “I’ll pick you up and throw you in the hallway.”

            Dave stepped closer daringly.  “Promise?”

            James moved to retreat from Dave again, and bumped into me.  “Oh, thank God, Chris.  Dave is trying to shave me.”  He ran behind me and nudged me closer to Dave as though I were his shield.

            “What’s going on here?” I asked.

            “James won’t let me shave his beard.”  Dave didn’t turn off the razor.

            “Why do you want to?” I retorted.

            “You asked me to do his hair for the costume.  None of the conventionalists have a beard.  One has a mustache, but none have a beard.”

            “None of them are bodybuilders, either,” I came back.  “And I think the one who wears a green shirt is an old lady with bright orange hair.  You’re taking this too seriously.”

            “If he’s going to enter the costume contest…” Dave started.

            “Babe,” Luke interrupted, “you know he’s not entering the contest.  He’s just wearing a costume so he’ll blend into the crowd.”

            Dave snapped off the razor.  “Fine,” he surrendered.  “He looked better before he grew the beard.”

            “He is ten times hotter with the beard,” I responded, taking the razor from Dave and putting it on my desk.  “And considering how hot he was before he grew it,” I whistled to show how impressive I found his beard.

            “He ruins our aesthetic,” Dave insisted.

            “Whether James shaves his beard is his choice,” I defended.

            James muttered under his breath.  “It’s yours.”

            “Okay, fine,” I said.  “According to James, it’s my choice.  James is my boyfriend, so I say no.  Shave your boyfriend.”

            “I already do,” Dave said as he escorted Luke to his desk chair to apply the Eddie make-up.  Dave proceeded to get his boyfriend ready, but he pouty about it.

            I got into my incredibly small thong.  The back was so skimpy that my entire ass was on full display.  The front area had just enough room to fit my package, but the weight of my balls dragged down the waist until it drooped like a lazy parabola.  My nuts were completely covered, but each threatened to make a break for it.  In order to fit my cock, I had to wrap it over my balls and bend it slightly back.  It only worked because I was soft.

            I turned to James and said, “If you do anything to excite me, I burst out of this.”

            James smirked and said, “Maybe later.”

            I then grabbed the razor and turned it back on.

            “What are you doing?” James said, recoiling a little.

            “Could you help me shave my armpits?  Rocky is completely hairless below the neck.”

            That cooled Dave off.  He tossed me a pair of high tops spray painted gold.  “I’m sorry.  You’re right.  He’s your boyfriend.”  He turned to James and added, “Your beard is as lovely as a beard can be.”

            Soon, we were all finished getting ready.  I went to grab my new jacket when Dave smacked my hand.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

            “It’s cold out there tonight.”

            “Did Rocky wear a coat?” Dave asked.

            “You mean I have to walk there like this?”

            “You have more than enough flesh to keep you warm.”

            I pinched around my 8-pack and tiny waist to show just how little give there was.  “There’s no protective fat here, Dave.  I’ll freeze.”

            “If you’re cold, you won’t pop out of your thong.”

            I pleaded with my eyes.

            “I’m going to be cold too, Chrissy.  I’m in a corset and a loose surgical gown.”

            “I’m naked.”

            “Not yet you aren’t.”

            “You’re not budging, are you?”

            “Just imagine walking across campus in that itty-bitty thing,” Dave said, practically poured, in my ear, “your nipples hard from the bracing autumn air, your ass free to feel the evening crisp, every delicious bulge and fold of muscle on display for the world to see.  All eyes on you.”

            “Please?” James asked.

            I was defeated.  “I should have gone as stage show Rocky.  He gets to wear a corset and pantyhose.”

            Dave strutted past me in his pumps and said, “You can’t walk in heels.”

            The trip to the auditorium was intoxicating.  Any reservations I had about the temperature evaporated as soon as we hit the main path. All heads turned as I strutted past the people on their ways to various Halloween activities.  Women begged for me to flex, and I obliged by bringing my bicep up big and proud, moving my fist in and out to make the head of the muscles twitch.  When I flexed for one woman dressed as Catwoman, she actually screamed like I was a pop star.  Her boyfriend grabbed her closer in territorial jealousy.  To show him I was no threat, I grabbed James closer to me.  Catwoman’s boyfriend laughed and relaxed.

            When we walked past the LGBT center, a group of guys all asked to take selfies with me.  I really wanted to, but Dave said we didn’t have enough time.

            “Some other time, guys,” I consoled them.

            When we got to the auditorium, the usher at the door looked me up and down lasciviously.  When he saw my bulge, he stared like a starving man in front of a banquet.  I cleared my throat so he would look me in the eyes.  “Where do contestants for the costume contest go?”

            He pointed to the left.

            Luke stepped in front of me.  “And people who are just here for the movie?”

            He pointed straight back.

            We passed the usher and went into the lobby.  I kissed James goodbye, and he said, “Good luck.  We’ll save your seats.”

            Luke leaned in to kiss Dave, but Dave put his hand up to stop him.  “You’ll smudge my make-up.”

            “You owe me,” Luke pouted.

            “A debt I intend to repay,” Dave said.

            James and Luke went into the auditorium as Dave and I went backstage with the other contestants.

            There were about fifteen people there, maybe twenty.  Two other guys were there dressed as Rocky.  They were both built and hot, but I dwarfed them.  When they saw me, they immediately left the room.

            “Two down,” Dave said.

            We looked around the room.  Three Magentas, one sequined Columbia, one Dr. Scott in a wheelchair.  The rest were Brads and Janets.

            The Brads had all congregated in the back corner of the room in a tight knot, barely acknowledging anyone else was there.  “Sic ‘em, boy,” Dave said.

            I walked over to the cluster of Brads.  “Nice night for it,” I said.  They turned and saw me, and their jaws dropped.  “What?” I said popping my pecs one by one.

            One of the Brads looked back and forth between my pecs like he was watching a tennis match.  “Would you stop doing that?” he asked.

            “They’re cold,” I said.  “They’ll stop doing that when I warm up.”

            “That bulge is you cold?” another Brad inquired.

            I nodded and rocked on my feet so my bulge would swing back and forth a little.

            All the Brads left the room.

            Dave rejoined me.  “I knew you had it in you.  While you were narrowing the competition, I scoped out the Janets.  They’re your only real competition.”

            I looked over at the remaining contestants to size them up.  “One of the Janets is a redhead.  She’s no threat.”

            “Think like a straight man, Chrissy,” he said, lowering my gaze to her chest.

            “She’s got big boobs,” I said.  “So what?”

            “And her bra is two sizes too small.  One sneeze, and that thing goes flying off.”

            “You miss my point,” I redirected.  “This is Rocky Horror.  That auditorium is packed full of gay guys and straight girls.”

            “Don’t get overconfident.  A Janet with big breasts has won two out of the last three years.”

            “But there’s never been a Rocky with a giant cock.”

            Dave smiled.  Even through all the make-up he was wearing, Dave’s smile could light up a room.  “Oh, Rocky!” he cried in his best British accent.

            When the contest began, we were paraded onstage.  The host, who was dressed as the criminologist, explained the rules, but I tuned out because I knew them already.  There were two rounds, both judged by audience applause.  In round one, when the host held his hand over your head, you had to do whatever you could to get the audience to cheer.  The three people who got the most applause during the first round stayed onstage; everyone else was given a crappy consolation prize and asked to take their seats.  I’d never made it past the first round before. 

            The first few contests got random constellations of applause.  Then the host hit the redhead Janet.  While the host held his hand over her head, she posed sultrily, and the audience exploded.  Dave got a fair amount of applause when he ripped off his surgical gown to reveal the corset and panties, but when sequined Columbia did a tap dance, we both knew he was out of the running.  When the host held his hand over my hand, the audience applauded before I did anything, so when I posed and flexed my muscles, their volume tripled.

            The second round involved a brief interview.  In theory, being charming during the interview could cause an underdog to win, but in practice, it just made the contest longer.

            Columbia was really named Jocelyn.  She was a dance major who had been in a cast of the show back in her hometown and had borrowed her costume from that theater.  She then did the exact same tap dance again.  That was going to hurt her.  The whole point of the second round was to switch it up.

            Redhead Janet was named Sara, “Without an H,” she clarified.  She was a communications major and a sister of Kappa Phi (an announcement which caused a small, unsolicited burst of cheers from a pocket of the audience).  When asked what her favorite part of the movie was, she simply said, “Janet.” 

            When it was my turn, the host asked, “And what is your name, sir?”

            “Soccer tweet guy!” someone shouted from the middle of the auditorium.

            “I’m Chris,” I said, “but you can call me Rocky.  Or soccer tweet guy.”  I heard James shout from his seat.

            “Your major?”

            “Chemistry,” I said.

            “Did you make this costume yourself?”

            “Actually, one of the seniors in the fashion department did.”  A group of fashion majors in the back corner cheered for that.

            “And what is your favorite part of the movie?”  When the host pointed his microphone at me, I knew I had to do something to upstage Sara, so I took the microphone and sang the first verse of “Sword of Damocles.”   I was surprised by my own voice—I hadn’t sung since my voice started dropping, and my lower register sounded fuller.  To up the sex-factor even more, I shook my ass and my crotch as I danced.  I’d done the song at karaoke a few times, so I could’ve done the whole thing, but I figured that’d be unsportsmanlike.

            The audience roared their approval.

            When I gave the microphone back to the host, he patted me on the shoulder and, far enough away from the mike so only I heard him, “So you’re not just a pretty face.”  He then told the audience to cheer for their favorites.  “Who votes for Jocelyn, our dancing Columbia?” the host asked.  She did the same dance for a third time and got a polite round of applause.  “Who votes for Sara, our busty Janet?” the host prompted.   She blew the audience a kiss and got enthusiastic cheers from her sorority and the few straight men in the audience.  “And who votes for Chris, our singing…” before the host could finish the question, the audience rose to its feet.  “It’s official,” the host said.  He gave Sara and Jocelyn their consolation prizes.  He then handed me an envelope with the gift certificate, took my hand, and held it high in the air.  “Let’s hear it one more time for Chris!”

            Before the cheering had completely died down, I went back to my seat.  Luke had lipstick smeared all over his lips and chin, obviously from consoling Dave.  My seat was between Dave and James.  I gave Dave the envelope, and he was about to kiss me in gratitude when James grabbed me so roughly that I almost lost my balance and kissed me so deeply I lost my breath.  Thankfully, the seats here were wider than in my chemistry class, so I still fit, but it was a tight squeeze.

            The movie was incredible fun, as always.  The shadow cast even pulled me up onstage for “Sword of Damocles,” which got a steady chorus of screams and cheers and a round of applause when it ended.  James, despite his reservations, had a blast and had a beard full of confetti and rice by the end of the show.

  • Like 27
  • Thanks 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Chapter 35

            After the movie, the four of us linked arms and walked to the theater party.  It happened to be the same house as the night of the showcase, but the mood was entirely different.  The last party had been a relief after a stressful two days; this party was a carefree, hedonistic bacchanal.  Couples openly made out on the dance floor, there were designated sex rooms, and alcohol flowed like the Amazon.

            Everyone wanted to dance with Rocky, but I gave them all a polite brush off.  “I’m here with my boyfriend,” I would tell them.  The women I rejected found it adorable and took pictures and videos of us dancing.  The men I rejected found it hot and took even more. 

            After dancing for over an hour, I asked James to get us some water and told him I’d meet him outside.  Once outside, I swear I could see steam rise from my body.  It was that hot inside.  I shouldn’t have worried about the cold.

            I’d been outside for less than a minute when a familiar body walked up behind me and put his arms around my chest.

            “Victor!” I screamed and pushed him away.  I took two steps back to create distance between us.

            “Hey, Big Guy,” he said.  Thankfully, he was not touching me.  “I don’t understand your workout plan, but I like it.”  His words slurred into a muddy puddle.  He was completely drunk.

            “I’m here with my boyfriend,” I said.

            “So what?  I have a boyfriend now, too.  That doesn’t change the electricity we have.”  He took a step closer to me and stumbled.  “Let’s go upstairs to that same bedroom.  Do it all over again.”

            “I’m here with my boyfriend,” I repeated.

            “The shy bearded guy.  I know.”  He wobbled a little as he said that.  I’d struck a nerve.

            “If you know, then why ask?  My answer’s no.”

            Victor’s voice had changed from confident to petulant.  “He’s not good enough for you, Chris.”  When he realized how desperate he sounded, he overcompensated with drunken bravado.  “You’re a star now.  The showcase, the soccer team, tonight.  You’re famous.  You need a boyfriend who can handle the spotlight.”

            “I love him,” I said point blank.

            “I can change that,” Victor said, and before I could react, he threw himself on me and was kissing me.  I could taste the ocean of tequila he'd had.

            Before I could do anything, James stepped out of the shadows and pulled Victor off me.  “He said no, Victor.”

            Victor swayed a little.  “You gonna hit me or something?”

            “I was raised a gentleman.  I won’t hit you.”

            “Coward.”

            “I’m not afraid to hit you,” James corrected.  “I just won’t hit you.”  James rubbed his closed right fist in his open left palm, his biceps flexing and twisting, his pecs inflated slightly.  “You don’t want me to hit you.”

            “He won’t even defend you,” Victor said, turning back to me.  “That’s what you want from a man?”

            “Go, Victor,” I ordered.

            “But…”

            Before he could say more than a syllable, I interrupted him.  “I wasn’t raised a gentleman.” I put my hands on my hips and flexed everything I could, inflating with muscle.  “Go.  Now.”

            Victor muttered a mumbled, “Whatever,” and staggered away.

            “He kissed me,” I said to James as soon as Victor left.

            “I know.  I saw the whole thing.”  James got closer to me and put a hand on my chest.  “Dave and Luke are having fun at the party.  They’ll probably be here for a few more hours.  Let’s go back to your room.”

            “Oh?” I said, my lips spreading into a slow smile.

            “Christmas is coming early.”

  • Like 27
Link to comment
Share on other sites

14 hours ago, TQuintA said:

   “I’m going to be cold too, Chrissy.  I’m in a corset and a loose surgical gown.”

 

14 hours ago, TQuintA said:

    “Just imagine walking across campus in that itty-bitty thing,” Dave said, practically poured, in my ear, “your nipples hard from the bracing autumn air, your ass free to feel the evening crisp, every delicious bulge and fold of muscle on display for the world to see.  All eyes on you.”

This is amazing. I laughed my ass off with this.

James is a force. He is big himself ut he lieks his men bigger.

  • Like 3
Link to comment
Share on other sites

I love the entire entry. As always their friendship and experiences are fantastically written, you've made a story that's both sexy and fun. But damn you had me growling deep at that last bit, especially when he turned em over. 

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Guidelines, Terms of Use, & Privacy Policy.
We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue..