Happy Monday....here's chapter eight. Enjoy.
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Chapter 8
Its quiet surprising how quickly word gets around campus when it’s posted on Facebook or Myspace. When we got back on Monday, and I changed my profile to interested in men, by the time Tuesday came I probably had around one hundred comments of people congratulating me. When I was walking around to go to class and things like that, random people who I’ve never met before, where saying hi to me and also congratulating me. I occasionally got the nasty look from the superficial jock who looked disgusted in the fact that I liked guys, but I didn’t care. I kept my face straight and didn’t let one or two guys get me down when everyone else was supportive of me.
The test on Tuesday in Economics was easy for me, but Dalton looked like he was struggling. Whenever I stole a glance at his paper, he had his pen tapping against it going back and forth between answers. After it was over, he told me he thought he passed, but didn’t get a good grade on it. At least it was progress.
After class we said a quick goodbye in public without any kissing or anything. Dalton was going to the gym, no surprise there, to work out with a few other teammates. He told me he’d stop by later to spend some time together and I couldn’t wait until he was done working out. Dalton after a few hours in the gym all sweaty, sore, tired, and toned began to give me a hard on by just thinking about it and I was starting to cast a tent in my shorts. Dalton noticed it and when no one was looking, grabbed it and gave me a seductive look.
I had a short break before I had to go to my next class and decided to sit under a tree and try to take a nap. You know those pictures they put on the College Brochures, the ones that look fake and scripted and so corny, well they are actually real pictures from the school year. The pictures with the kids sitting under trees studying or sleeping or even the guys without their shirts on playing Frisbee are taken by students involved in photography and made into brochures for the upcoming year. Even though Yale is known as a prestigious university where the students are extremely intelligent, we still like to chill out and do nothing. Yeah we still have to study, but most of the time, you’ll see people in the commons just fooling around.
As I was sitting under the tree trying to take a nap, I felt someone standing in front of me. I opened one eye to see who it was but I didn’t recognize him. As scanned him head to toe, he looked to be taller than me but shorter than Dalton and more muscular than me and no where close to Dalton. His skin was fair but didn’t look like he was from Irish descent but more like England or something along the lines of that. His hair was a dirty blonde color that had more brown than blonde and came down to his eyes but flipped towards the left side of his face. His eyes were a bluish grey color and had a shiny gloss over them that make them sparkle when the sun hit them. He kind of looked like Zac Efron.
“You’re Christian, right?”
“Yep, that’s me. Do I know you?”
“Um, no but I know Dalton. My names Marc, Marc Anderson.”
Shit! What does he mean that he knows Dalton.
“Can I help you with something?”
“Um, yeah…you and Dalton, I saw you two before.”
Shit, shit, shit!
“Okay?” I was so nervous.
“Yeah, I saw that he um…he grabbed you down there.”
I wanted to die right there. Dalton specifically told me that he didn’t want anyone to know about us other than Christine, yet we let this Marc kid see us in public. He’s either going to be furious at me that someone saw, or he’s going to brush it off like it’s nothing. If Marc is supposedly Dalton’s friend, he should be accepting of this.
“You said you know Dalton?” He nodded. “Like as a friend or you just know him from sports?”
“We’ve been friends since
Freshmen year.”
“Were you two roommates your first year here?”
“Oh, I meant
Freshmen year from high school. We pretty much did everything together in high school and when college came around, we decided to get into the same school. Dalton got in here off of straight sports, but I got in because I’m somewhat smart and I’m good at football.”
I know Dalton wants me to keep him being gay to myself, but when you have a friend from
Freshmen year in high school and you’re both seniors in college, I think you can trust him. I might be in for it later, but I decided to just tell Marc everything since it is about his best friend.
“You and Dalton are pretty much best friends then.”
“To be honest, we consider each other brothers. I love him like a part of my family and I would do anything for him.”
“I know I’m going to never hear the end of this, but you deserve to know what’s really going on with Dalton and myself. You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone though.”
“You have my word.” He sounded incredibly sincere.
“Well, you probably found out I’m gay from other people on campus since it’s currently the newest topic going around but Dalton is gay too, and nobody other than us knows that.”
“To be honest, I kind of suspected him to be gay. During high school he used to check out the guys in the locker room and I confronted him about it one or two times but he knocked it off as him comparing his body to theirs.”
“You didn’t believe him though?”
“At first I did, but then he started staring at the other guys’ butts and you can’t really say you’re comparing your butt to another guys.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right on that one.” We both laughed. “So it’s not going to be a huge altercation between the two of you?”
“Like I said before, I love the guy like a brother, I could never turn my back on him.”
“Dalton’s lucky to have you as a friend, you know that.”
“Thanks, hopefully we can become friends since you’re going to be spending a large amount of time with Dalton.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” We quickly exchanged numbers in our phones. “Do me a favor though.” He nodded. “Don’t mention anything to Dalton, I want to be the one to tell him.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“So you said you actually have a brain under that golden set of hair you have. What’s your major?” I smiled.
“I’m actually an English major.”
“You like to write?”
“Surprisingly yes, and I’m really good at it too.”
“I’ve never really been that creative to be good at writing.”
“Everything comes naturally to me so it’s easy.”
“Do you want to go into journalism when you’re done with college or no?”
“Actually no, my dad wants me to come and work for the family business but while I’m doing that I want to start writing books.” He looked at his phone and got up from under the tree. “Well I’ve got to go and meet him at the gym but we can continue this later if you‘d like…he’ll have my ass if I’m any later than I already am.”
“Literally or metaphorically saying.” I joked.
“I really hope we do become friends.” He laughed to himself as he ran towards the other end of campus.
I tried to take a nap under the tree, but it wasn’t happening. Whenever I closed my eyes, my phone either went off, or someone passing by said hi to me. Don’t get me wrong, I like being known around campus, but I kind of liked it when I only knew a handful of the students here….it was much more peaceful then. I grabbed my book bag, slung it over my shoulder and headed to my room.
When I got to my room, I threw my bag on my desk like I usually do everyday and headed to the bathroom. I peed real quick before stripping down to nothing before hoping in the shower. A shower to me, is usually my time to unwind. The steam, the hotness of the water as it comes rushing out of the showerhead making contact with your bare skin, and most importantly the time alone, all together is heaven to me. All the pressure and stress that builds up during the day, seems to evaporate instantly when water makes contact with skin.
I started thinking of Dalton as I was standing under the pressure of the water, all sweaty working out pushing his muscles to a new extent. Something about big muscular guys working out and getting sweaty always got my blood pumping to my soft cock. I wanted to grab it and help it grow to it’s full length, but I refrained myself from doing so. I kept telling myself that later on, I would have Dalton all to myself after an intensive workout. With the thoughts of sweaty muscular guys shoved to the back of my mind, I finished washing my body and hair and turned the water off.
I got a towel from the linen closet in the bathroom and dried my hair off quickly. One of the many advantages of short hair, is the minimal amount required to dry it, a couple of rubs with the towel and my hair was almost completely dry. I dried my face and moved down to my shoulder, then to my arms followed my torso, legs and finally feet. When most of the water was absorbed by the towel, I wrapped it around my waist and exited the bathroom. I looked at my phone on the counter and saw that I actually spent an hour in the shower.
As the door opened into my room, and the cold air hit me and rushed into the bathroom like a high speed car accident, I noticed my body in the mirror placed directly across the room. As you know, I’ve never been an athletic guy nor did I have the amazing body you see the jocks with and it never bothered me. When I had to tutor Dalton, unwillingly, he made me go to the gym with him to study because I was cutting into his “workout time”. When I was in the gym with him, he made me use some machines, like the elliptical and that machine with all the weights, I think it’s called a universal or something like that. Anyway, he used to make me workout for a certain amount of time and then he would let me tutor him in Economics as he worked out his own body. Back to the point I was trying to make before, I formed some muscles from the times we’ve spent in the gym, nothing extraordinary but it was still something. You know, like arm muscles, my legs had even more definition now, I had an outline to a set of abs and the line down the middle of them. It isn’t a lot, but for not even trying, I’m thrilled.
There was a knock on the door and before I could even respond to it, it flew open. Mike paraded into my room looking for me as John closed the door behind the two of them. Mike stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me in nothing but the towel around my waist and I blushed. When John was standing next to Mike and did the same, I blushed even more. I knew I was always good looking, but didn’t know people found me that attractive. We were just standing there, them looking over my body head to toe with me standing there awkwardly.
“Let me get a shirt real quick.” I motioned towards the closet.
“No need. “ Mike said meekly staring at me. “It’s okay if you want to just hangout in a towel, it’s fine with us. Right, John?”
“Yeah perfectly fine.” His eyes locked down on my groin area.
“John.” He was still looking down. “Hey John…yeah hi, I’m up here.”
“Oh, um, sorry…I was looking at…”
“It’s fine, no worries.” I cut him off.
“So our Christian here likes the men instead of the women, huh?”
“Yes sir.”
I moved over to the computer chair and sat down motioning them to the bed.
“I thought you were a little flakey when I first met you.”
“What do you mean by flakey, Mike?”
“You know, flamboyant, fruity, out there….”
“Gay.” John cut in. “We thought you could be gay or bisexual when we met you.”
“Well, I’ve been gay since high school so you guys were correct with that assumption. I didn’t want to tell anyone here starting off until I got a circle of friends around me. When I found out the school was actually gay friendly, I decided to just take that step forward and tell everyone.”
“Well congratulations.” John held out his hand.
Now John’s athletic himself, but he comes nowhere near Dalton. I’m not tooting my own horn, or Dalton’s for that matter, but he has to be the manliest man I’ve ever met. He’s huge, as simple as that, and I love it. John’s no lightweight by any means though, his arms are probably the size of my calves and his legs are probably the size of my head in diameter. He’s probably around 160 or 170 and maybe five eleven if he’s lucky.
“You have really incredible eyes.” John said as he still had hold of my hand.
“Okay muscles, even though he’s in the market for a guy, doesn’t mean you can forget about me.”
“I can still look at other guys, Mike. I don’t want to leave you to hop in bed with Christian.“ He let go of my hand. “Even though I really want to.” He said quietly.
“I still heard that!” Mike was getting flustered.
“Calm down babe, I’m never going to leave you, stop worrying about it.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” John kissed his cheek lightly. “So when’d you know you were gay?”
“If you don’t mind us asking?” John added.
“I don’t mind at all. When I was fifteen going onto sixteen, I really accepted that fact that I liked guys. At first I kept trying to persuade myself into liking girls but when we got intimate, I stayed soft every time and finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.”
“That’s pretty similar to my story.” John spoke up. “I went to Catholic school and they drilled into our heads that being gay is a sin and all that nonsense, so that made me stay in the closet longer. When you add sports into that too and the fact of having the girls from cheerleading as a girlfriend, it was incredibly difficult to come out.”
“It wasn’t until his first year here that he accepted his homosexuality.” Mike chimed in.
“Yeah, little Mikey here was the first guy I experimented with.” He wrapped his arm his partner. “He eventually won me over and we’ve been together ever since.”
“I’ve known I was gay ever since I was thirteen.” Mike said bluntly with a laugh. “So…how big are you, Christian?”
“You don’t ask someone that, Mike.”
“I’m just curious…and the way you’ve been looking at him and by the look at the bulge in your pants, I know you’re curious as well.” He said as he grabbed John’s jeans.
“No worries again, I’m seven inches hard.”
“That’s the size John here is.” He patted his bulge this time.
“And it’s a very good size, not too big not too small. Right, Christian?”
“I can’t argue with that logic.”
“Well, Mike’s an inch longer than us.”
“Small guy with a big penis, huh?” I looked at Mike.
“Well you know what they say, good things come in small packages.”
“Very good things.” John kissed Mike on the lips this time.
“So what kind of guys do you like?”
“Um…” I started.
The door suddenly opened
“Holy shit! I’ve had such a boner since the minute I started working out. I couldn’t take it any longer so I cut it short today so I hope your horny Christian, I sure as hell am.” He said turning around taking his shorts off.
“Guys like Dalton.”