A Little Guy With A Big Surprise

It’s been four months since the night my three housemates grabbed me, held me down, stripped me, tickled me, measured me and jerked me off. It had all begun early in the year with some verbal teasing and taunting about how small I was. I am only 5’5” and shy of 100 pounds. Mark, Sam and Chad are all good looking, well-muscled jocks. Mark is the biggest at about 6’3”, 220. Sam is next at 6’1”, 200. Chad is the smallest, but still almost twice my size, at 6’0” 180. They called me Little Guy and poked fun at my slight stature.

Over time, the verbal torment had begun to turn physical. They pushed me around, measured my height, checked my pants and shoes for sizes and generally humiliated me. They started to wonder aloud if I was small everywhere; small hands, small feet, body size of a young boy so I probably had a small dick, right? So they planned an attack. What they soon found out, my secret, was that I am well endowed. Hung like a horse. The tape measure they had intended to humiliate me with read 11.5 inches when they ran it along my ramrod shaft. They were all in shock and awe. Not what they were expecting. In their fascination (and in an almost trance-like state) they couldn’t stop touching it. They ended up absentmindedly jerking me off and despite being 21, to this day, that remains my lone sexual experience.

That night I earned their respect. No more bullying. They sometimes call me by name, Taylor, but more often they call me Big Guy. The three of them were friends before we all moved into that off campus house. I hadn’t ever really fit in with them before, but now they were trying. We were on decent terms if not friends, especially with Mark and Sam.

Chad was a little standoffish with me. He had been the ring leader and instigator in the tickling and penis measuring aspects of the bullying I suffered through. Without Chad, I don’t think any of that would have happened. As they had picked me up and carried me to the couch that night, it had been Chad’s groping hand that found its way into my crotch. He had inadvertently discovered my big surprise before the big reveal. He had clearly expected the Little Guy to have a little dick. I suspected that maybe he was a bit self-conscious about his own size and that he wanted someone else’s extra small size to make him feel better. Either that, or maybe Chad was gay. I figured it was one or both of those things. Since that night Chad had been cordial with me, but tended to generally avoid me if possible.

I still haven’t told them, or anyone else in my life for that matter, that I’m gay. I am just not ready for that yet. Once I’m finished with school and living an adult life out on my own, I will come out and live an open life. Until then, I just have a little more than year to make it through. I’ve been fine for 21 years so far. I can make it one more.

As Spring break week approached, Mark, Sam and Chad planned to borrow Mark’s dad’s SUV and drive down to Florida to spend time on the beaches and maybe hit up a theme park or two. They wanted a fourth person to help share the expenses and they asked me. I had been working hard all year with a crazy schedule between classes, labs and my job. I could use a vacation to decompress before the big push toward end of the year finals. If we drove instead of flying, stayed at cheap motels and spent most of our days on the beach, it wouldn’t be too expensive. I had just enough extra money to be able to afford the trip and still pay my bills. I surprised myself by accepting their invitation. As much as I did need a vacation, an even bigger factor in my decision to go was that I hate my family and my hometown. Being with Mark, Sam and Chad was definitely the lesser of the two evils and hopefully I’d have some fun.

We figured it would take about 20 hours of driving to get there. To maximize our time we decided to drive straight through. The plan was that we would each drive a five hour shift. With meals and restroom breaks, we figured 24 hours total. We would leave at 8:00am that first Saturday, arrive Sunday morning, spend six full days and finally drive back all day the second Saturday.

As it turned out, Mark and Sam had been friends first, long before Chad had joined their threesome. Mark and Sam were always paired up. That left me with Chad. Great. The one who had been my main tormentor and who I now barely spoke with was the one I’d be next to all week. This trip might have been a big mistake. What had I gotten myself into?

When we began our trip, I volunteered to drive the first leg (with Chad riding shotgun at my side). We had decided before the trip began that the driver would be allowed to pick the music. I liked classic alternative and we listened mostly to First Wave on XM while I drove. I know I’m a little young for that music, but that’s what I like. For five hours we had been serenaded by The Police, The Cars, The Pretenders, Blodie and many, many more. By 1:00, when my shift was over, we had made it to southern New Jersey and we decided to stop at a Denny’s for a cheap lunch. When I turned off the engine, My Sharona was cut off mid song, right in the guitar solo.

It was crowded and we had to wait for a table. Even though it was still cold up north in late March, we had decided not pack any cold weather clothes. We wanted to make sure there was enough room in the back of the SUV for a cooler and a week’s worth of warm weather necessities for four young men. All four of us were shivering slightly in our shorts and t-shirts as all of the other customers were all wearing winter coats.

As we stood waiting, I couldn’t help but keep glancing at Chad. He had been an asshole to me and by far the worst of the three of them, but, while they were all good looking, Chad was the hottest. He had dirty blond hair that was purposely messed just right on top of his head. His eyes were a deep blue and I would have to turn away whenever he looked right at me. I couldn’t wait to get to the beach and see him shirtless. I didn’t want to be attracted to him, but I couldn’t help it…I was. Presently, I was looking at his feet. He was wearing white Under Armour crew socks that came half way up his calf and had the logo stitched in black just below the top of the sock. His sneakers were old, worn white Adidas classics that were a bit tattered and graying with age. I couldn’t help but want to get into those shoes and socks and explore his big feet. What was wrong with me?

Our table was finally ready and, of course, Mark and Sam took one side of the booth leaving the other side for Chad and I. I slid in first and Chad followed. The booth was not big and it was a snug fit. For the duration of the meal, Chad’s smooth, strong leg was pressed against mine. I thought he had enough room that this wasn’t completely necessary, but I was still chilly and the warmth was nice. The feel of another guy’s leg against mine was not bad either. I had to be careful to not pop a boner. There would be no way to be discrete with my monstrous size.

We finished eating and were back in the car by 2:30. It was Chad’s turn to drive and I ended up shotgun next to him. Mark and Sam were taking the last shifts overnight so they wanted to take a nap in the back during this leg of the trip. Chad’s music choice was Country. I hate Country music. This was going to a long 5 hours. He kept it reasonably quiet to allow Mark and Sam to sleep. Once he knew they were sleeping he leaned over to me and said, “Taylor, I never apologized for what I did to you. I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t remember him ever calling me by my name before. I was shocked and I just looked at him.

He continued, “I know I was a dick. It was wrong of me. I was trying to be funny and impress my friends, but it wasn’t funny. I don’t know why I did it. I regret it and I am sorry.”

I looked at him and he seemed sincere and genuine, almost misty. I thought it would be in all of our best interests to accept his apology. With the emerging trend of Chad and I being paired up together, I had been concerned that how little we talked would make this week awkward. Now I thought, maybe it won’t be so bad. I said, “I appreciate the apology. And I accept it.” Then I lightened the mood a little by adding, “Country music sucks,” as singer I whose name I didn’t recognize was whining and droning on about his truck and how badly he needed a beer.

Chad couldn’t help but smile. He said, “Hey, my parents listened to shit you had on.”

We went back and forth like that for a while and we fell into casual, easy conversation. In the entire seven months we’d known one another other we had never talked like this or gotten to know each other. I was seeing a different side of Chad and starting to think that maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy.

With a rest stop break somewhere in the middle, Chad’s shift ended around 8:00. We stopped for dinner. We were far enough south now that Waffle House restaurants were prominent at most every exit. We picked one for another inexpensive meal. I grew up around Waffle Houses and had been to them more times than I could count in my childhood. Being close to done with my third year of college, it had actually been a few years now and I was looking forward to having breakfast for dinner. The food was good and cheap and that had been the goal.

We got back to the car around 9:00 and it was time for Mark and Sam to sit up front. Chad got in behind the passenger seat and I was on the left behind the driver. There was a big blanket on the floor if wanted for anyone trying to sleep in the back. We decided we would try to get some rest because we were to have a full day at the beach ahead of us tomorrow.

We each took our shoes off and struggled to get comfortable. The rear seat was a bench seat and did not recline. After a period of trial and error, we came up with plan. If we turned our bodies 45 degrees, each put one leg across the seat and one foot on the floor, we’d be able to lean into the corner just enough to almost get comfortable. So there we were. My right leg was stretched out straight across seatback with my left foot on the floor. Chad’s left leg was stretched out next to my right leg and his right foot was on the floor. I realized that his left foot was mere inches from my crotch. He pulled the blanket up over us and closed his eyes.

I couldn’t fall asleep but it seemed like maybe Chad did. His breathing appeared to slow a little, but I couldn’t hear any light snoring sounds, at least not over the din of the quiet music. As we drove on, Chad seemed to be sliding down further. His size 11 warm, socked foot was inching closer toward my crotch. Eventually, he made contact and that caused an instant stirring in my shorts. Was he only pretending to be asleep? Did he know what he was doing? He slid down a little further causing more pressure against my quickly firming cock. If he was awake, there was no way he wouldn’t feel the stiffening bulge under his foot.

Meanwhile his left arm slowly slid down the side of his body and his hand landed on my right foot. I flinched just a little at the touch and wondered what would happen next. Two things happened. His foot started to flex, wiggle and press into me causing my growing member to throb and strain against the fabric of my shorts. The second thing was that his hand began to massage my foot. He wasn’t tickling me, he was rubbing and caressing. The combination of the two things happening at once was really turning me on. I couldn’t help but let out a few soft moans that I hoped couldn’t be heard up front.

I reached my hands under the blanket and began to massage Chad’s foot right back. I saw a slight crooked smile spread across his lips and I knew he wasn’t sleeping. I rubbed his foot harder and let my fingers travel and explore freely. He was enjoying this. So was I, but I needed to be careful. As I massaged him, I managed to create a little space between his wiggling foot and my crotch. I didn’t want to blow my load in my shorts here in the car. It would undoubtedly be a massive load and a horrible, sticky mess.

To maintain the safe distance I had created, I decided to make the foot rub a more interesting experience. I reached up his calf, grabbed ahold of his sock and pulled it off. Now I was really able to make him forget about pressing into my crotch like an accelerator on a car. He wasn’t tickling me, so I didn’t want to tickle him. I gently glided my fingers up and down his sole and arch. His smile widened. I lightly scratched the top of his foot and then massaged each toe individually. Next I rubbed the ball of his foot and worked my way back down again. At the heel I lightly scratched circles into the rough, calloused skin.

Meanwhile, Chad had removed my sock as well. His strong, rough hand was no match for my small 7.5 sized foot. I was putty in his hands I loved every minute of it. I remained quite aroused but without the direct contact, my cock quieted down to a partial and the danger of ejaculation had passed. I noticed that Chad had laid my sock across his chest up close to his face. I did the same and his light, subtle scent was intoxicating and caused another stir in my shorts.

We still had a long drive ahead of us so we took a lot of time and went slowly. Eventually Chad moved his left leg to between the seat and my right leg. He pulled his right leg and foot up off the floor and aligned it against my leg. Reading the situation, I picked up my left leg and lined up alongside him. He is taller than me and my legs didn’t bring my feet as close to him as his did to me, but his arms are longer too and he had no trouble reaching me. The new feet were fresh and sensitive and we each jerked a little until we got used to the touch. We performed the same long, slow routine on the second foot. If either Mark or Sam had looked back, they wouldn’t have been able to discern anything through the blanket.

I don’t know how much sleep Chad ended up getting, but I got none. I was glad the plan was to spend the day relaxing on the beach. We finally arrived and it was too early to check in to our motel so we grabbed a cheap breakfast and headed for the beach.

We found a good spot to set up our cooler and blankets. Being from up north and just coming out of winter, we were all pale so we had brought a lot of sunscreen. I opted to keep my shirt on (nobody wanted to see my scrawny upper body) so I was chosen to spray the others’ backs. They each took their shirts off and I couldn’t help gawking at the amazing sight of their well-chizzled bodies. Mark and Sam in particular had been spending a lot of time at the gym lately and they were absolutely ripped. For my personal taste, they were a little too muscular. For me, too much muscle had always been a bit of a turn off.

Chad was physically more my type. He had nicely toned legs and shoulders with strong arms and well-developed pecs. He did not, however, have rock hard six pack abs. Don’t get me wrong, he was thin, but just a little soft and tender in the middle with a nicely shaped innie belly button. I would be hard pressed all day to find a better fit to my ideal type than Chad. Seeing him standing there like that, all perfectly proportioned was causing another stir in my trunks. I had to be careful. When I pop a boner it can be seen from a mile away. I busied myself with the distraction of spraying on the sunscreen. Fortunately they only needed help with coverage on their backs and I didn’t have to be face to face with their chests and bellies.

I love being at the beach. I spent all of that day navel gazing…literally. I must have seen hundreds, maybe thousands of shirtless guys. Sure, I dipped into the ocean a few times to cool down but I am a people watcher and the beach is my favorite place to do that. It’s full of eye candy. Arms and legs, chests and abs…mostly naked guys of all ages, shapes and sizes… I was glad there would be several more beach days before break was over and we headed back to school.

After a good eight hours of beach time, we went to the motel to check in and clean up for dinner. We had two double rooms, and as I had figured by this point, Mark and Sam shared one room and Chad and I were left to the other. When I had accepted the invitation to come along on this trip, I hadn’t known that I would be paired up with Chad every step of the way. If Chad had not apologized to me yesterday and began friendly conversation like we never had before during that long drive, this whole trip could have been an unbearable experience. Before yesterday, the two of us did not have a functional relationship. But now, I thought it would be okay… as long as he didn’t play more of his Country music in our room.

We had all changed in fresh shorts and t-shirts and headed out. There was a mini golf place right near our motel and after dinner the others wanted to play. I had never played golf of any kind before in my life, but I didn’t want to be a drag so I agreed. At each hole, my turn was always last. I didn’t know what I was doing and I was obviously not holding the putter correctly. I was an embarrassing mess. Fortunately we were not keeping score. Also fortunately, Mark and Sam seemed to always be a full hole ahead of Chad and I so only Chad saw me floundering. He tried to give me advice. He tried telling how to place my hands and feet and how to aim. It wasn’t working. He chuckled and at one point, when Mark and Sam were well into the next hole and there was nobody waiting right behind us, Chad stepped up behind me. Like a marionette, he moved me around. He set my feet, placed my hands and took a practice stroke with me. It felt like a big hug as his body enveloped mine. His hands on mine, his breath in my ear…I shuddered from chills despite the warmth of the evening. It was oddly intimate, and a stirring in my shorts made me afraid I was about to have two clubs. But his guidance also helped and I made it through all 18 holes.

We got back to our room around 10:00. That’s pretty early for four 21 year old college students out on spring break, but we were all a little tired from the long drive so we decided to call it a night and get an early start the next morning.

In our room, I got ready for bed first and headed to the bathroom. I came out wearing boxer briefs and an undershirt. I crawled into my bed and watched some television while Chad got ready. He emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers. I stared at his body longer than I should have and I thought he noticed my gaze. I clicked off the television, said goodnight and turned onto side with my back to him. Chad slid the chain lock in the door, turned out the light and got into his own bed.

I was tired, but sleep didn’t come. I couldn’t help recalling the images my mind’s eye had been capturing all day at the beach. All of those shirtless guys…those pecs, those arms, those tummies… I felt a twitch in my crotch from the memories. I didn’t hear any sleep sounds coming from Chad’s side of the room either, but then I heard his bed creek and sensed him getting up. I felt a new weight on my bed as Chad slid under my covers and spooned up against me. Oh my god! What was happening? He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me into him. My smaller size fit perfectly in the crook of his larger frame. My member firmed up a little more. He placed his lips against my ear and, in a hot breathy whisper said, “I need to see your giant cock again.”

I turned my head and his piercing blue eyes bore into me. I shuddered slightly and felt a little nervous. What was about to happen? I replied stupidly, “Oh?”

He read my concern and continued, “Look, I meant it before when I apologized. I will not force you to do anything. If you tell me to, I will go back to my bed and leave you alone. I was just hoping that maybe you didn’t want to be left alone.”

I pushed out of his hold and rolled onto my back to get a better look at his face. He appeared to be sincere, hopeful. I laced my fingers together and put them behind my head. “Why do you think I don’t want to be left alone?”

“I thought that maybe there were some signals in the backseat of the car last night. You know, when my foot innocently found your crotch?”

I said, “You know, that wasn’t so ‘innocent’. I almost… You almost made me…”

Chad’s grin grew wider, “I almost made you what?”

I said, “Never mind.” I was grinning too. “So you want to see it, huh?”

He slid a hand under my shirt and onto my belly. I trembled from the touch. He said, “I haven’t thought about much else in four months.” His hand gently stroked my tummy. I had to bite my lip and I continued to stiffen. He continued, “I want to see it, fully…you know, all of it…all the way…” He sighed, “I need to get you hard first.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Let’s assume you won’t have any problems accomplishing that task. So after you see it, what will do?”

He thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. I guess whatever comes to mind.” Chad removed his hand from my stomach, cautiously checked on my “status” and discovered I was well on my way. He winked at me and slid his hand back onto my belly causing another quiver.

We held each other’s gaze for a long moment. Did I want to continue to dance around here? To play games? It was clear we both wanted this. I could feel his erection against my hip. We were on the same page here.

I said, “If we’re going to do this, it won’t be one sided. I want to see you too. And to be able to do whatever comes to my mind.”

Chad’s grin faded a little, “I have to tell you, I’m not as big as you.”

I said, “I hope not.”

He looked surprised.

I continued, “I don’t mean this to sound like false modesty, but not many people are. If you were as big as me, I’d be afraid of it. I’m afraid of my own!”

He asked, “How do you mean?”

“Having a giant dick is rarely enjoyable. It’s mostly a huge burden. It’s always there, I am constantly aware of it. It is uncomfortable. It is in the way. It’s embarrassing.”

Chad scoffed, “How can something so impressive be embarrassing? Small guys are embarrassed.”

“Oh, really? Imagine this. Go to the doctor for your physical. You know how they need to make sure your testicles are okay? Well, imagine the doctor lowers your underwear and can’t get to your testicles because your giant dick is completely concealing them. So the doctor has to move your dick out of the way, but the doctor’s touch and handling and of your dick causes your dick to grow and stiffen. Well, at least the doctor now has the access he needs to your testicles because your massive dick is pointing straight up to the ceiling, towering like a skyscraper. You and the doctor both flush red and you can’t tell who is more embarrassed.”

Chad laughed, “Did that really happen?”

“More than once.” I asked him, “Remember puberty? You know how at that age you could get a boner for no reason? Like just sitting in class doing nothing? A normal sized kid could have some trouble concealing his ‘pitched tent’ but when I pitched a tent it was a circus tent.”

Chad laughed again, “I guess I’m starting to understand.” He stopped stroking and his hand was still on my stomach. “When I said I wasn’t as big as you… I’m not… Well, I guess I’m not as big as most.”

He was being honest and vulnerable. I could have humiliated him. Degraded him. It would have been the least he deserved after what he did last year. A little SPH would hardly equal the degree he took things to. But the Chad I had spent the last two days with was not the same Chad I’d known for the past seven months. We were still looking into each other’s eyes. Those deep blue eyes. I wasn’t going to hurt him. I said, “Out of the thousands of guys I saw shirtless on the beach today, you were the hottest one. And from what I can feel against my hip, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Chad smiled and looked relieved. He said, “I’m game if you are.”

I grinned back at him, “I’m in!”

He pushed the blanket down to the foot of the bed and I pulled my shirt off. He gently pushed me down, laying on my back and he slid off my underwear. This was now the second time I found myself lying naked in front of this guy, except this time his friends weren’t here and I was now a willing participant. I heard him gasp a little as I sprang free. I wasn’t fully erect yet. He took hold of me and I grew in his hands. His hands were much bigger and rougher than mine and he provided me with decent coverage. I quickly reached my 11.5 inch capacity and Chad admired his accomplishment, “Wow! I have vivid memories permanently imprinted in my brain from last time but right here, right now? I don’t know, it seems even bigger than I remember.”

He was kneeling between spread legs. He was gripping and twisting my rod like a baseball player rubbing pine tar into his bat. His touch was electrifying. I don’t think I’d ever been this hard before in my life. I felt the pre cum begin to ooze. Chad took me in his mouth. Well, as much of me as he could handle, anyway. With my length and girth, that was barely a quarter of my size. He did keep his hands working the length that wouldn’t fit, so I still felt like I was fully enveloped. This was another first for me. Nobody’s mouth had ever been on me before. I wanted it to last longer, but Chad was relentless and I began to buck and spasm. I didn’t want Mark and Sam to hear through the adjoining wall, but I did make more noise than I wanted to.

Chad laid down next to me while I caught my breath. Recovered, I knelt between his legs. I took a moment to take in the sight of his beautiful body. My eyes danced all around. Being a natural blond, the small amounts of body hair he sported were so faint, it was barely visible. It was most prominent where a treasure trail led from his perfectly round innie belly button and disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. It was time to follow his trail and find his treasure.

The sight of his body and knowing what I was about to do to him brought me out of my own refractory period. I was almost fully erect again. I slipped his boxers off and his rock hard erection slapped his stomach. I estimated he was a little more than 5 inches. About average. It did look a little small on his large frame. With me kneeling between his legs, the side by side comparison was almost comical. I had the thought that we would make for a great freak show in the circus. His body was twice the size of mine and my dick was twice the size of his.

The truth was, I didn’t want him to have a monstrous organ like me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. His modest size was perfect for me. And his penis was perfect looking. It wasn’t all veiny, bumpy or grotesque. I began to lightly stroke him and he took a sharp breath in. He couldn’t be any harder, so leaned down and took his whole length into my mouth. It would take a professional sword swallower to be able to do that to me. I’d never done this before, but I was careful to not use my teeth. My gag reflex almost triggered a couple of times, but as I got used to it, he was actually the perfect size for me.

Since I didn’t need my hands to provide additional coverage on his shaft, I used one hand to rub circles around his navel and the other to stroke his balls. My triple action performance proved to be more than Chad could take and his body racked in orgasm.

I collapsed on the bed next to him as we both caught our breath. Once we calmed down, Chad reached down and pulled the blanket up over us. I turned on my side and Chad spooned me again like he did when he first came to my bed. He pulled me in close and held me tight. When we woke up in the morning, we found that neither of us had moved an inch.

We spent that next day at Universal. As expected, Chad and I were paired up throughout the day. We shared discreet touches and knowing glances throughout the day. After dinner the four of us stopped at bar near the motel for a few beers. This night, it was after midnight before we got back to the room. The next day was to be another beach day, so we could sleep in in the morning.

After Chad turned off the light and got into his bed, this time it was I who got up and joined him. My exploring hand discovered that he was ready. He had been anticipating my visit. I turned him onto his back and began gliding my fingers all over his body. As I drew invisible lines up and down his sides, then around his pecs and navel, he quivered and goosebumps appeared. I pulled down his boxers and went to work. That night I mostly used my hands. My two small hands had always been too small for my own massive tool, but they were the perfect size for Chad’s modest package. I used both hands as I fondled his balls and stroked him up and down. I toyed with his purplish mushroom cap, then massaged circles into the underside of the upper shaft until he couldn’t hold off any longer and he shot his load.

When it was my turn, Chad said to me, “I brought something I want to try out on you.”

“What is it?” I was a little nervous. What was it and what did he want to try?

He got up and dug deep into the back of his suitcase. He pulled out a box and removed a large rubbery looking thing. He disappeared into the bathroom for several minutes and I heard water running. He reemerged and explained, “It’s a fleshlight. It took me a long time to find it because they usually take in just 7.5 inches. This one is extra-large and should be a good fit.” He seemed proud of himself. I wasn’t so sure.

He squeezed some lubricant onto my already hard member and used his hands to ensure even distribution. That action alone felt so good, I didn’t understand the need for a toy. Then, with some maneuvering and effort, he slipped the thing onto me. He must have put in hot water in the bathroom because it was warm. And, oh my god, the sensation was intense. Now I understood. It was tight. It enveloped my whole length completely. There were bumps and ridges and as he slid it up and down my rock hard shaft, my eyes rolled back into my head. This was another new feeling for me. Chad was in control and was enjoying watching my reaction. I had never been so steel hard. I began to get a little light headed. I am a little guy and most of body’s blood was currently all consolidated into one location. That tight grip was just right for my girth and Chad’s relentless pumps eventually did me in. I grabbed a pillow, buried my face it and screamed as I climaxed in toe-curling orgasm.

Afterwards, I laid there with red blotches on my body as I recovered. I asked Chad, “If you brought that with you then you must have planned…you thought that…” I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to say.

Chad said, “That night four months ago…and again, I am so sorry. That never should have gone down like that, but… your physical response was obvious. It seemed like maybe you enjoyed some of what happened that night. And you never talked about being with any girls, so I had my suspicions.” Chad turned on his side to face me. “I knew Mark and Sam would room together so that would leave us buddied up. I didn’t ‘know’ that anything would happen, but I hoped it would. I wasn’t sure so I thought I’d throw out some feelers and see what happened.” He placed a finger on my chest and absentmindedly glided it around my smooth, hairless skin.

I thought about his leg against mine in the restaurant and his foot in my crotch in the backseat of the car. “Before this week, I’d only ever heard you talk about girls.”

Chad took a minute to reply. “I have been with a lot of girls but it always felt forced, unnatural. It felt like something I was supposed to be doing. The summer between high school and college I spent 3 months messing around with a guy I had known for a few years. We weren’t great friends and I didn’t even like him that much but he was interested in me. We spent those 3 moths experimenting with each other, exploring our sexuality. It felt right with him. At the end of the summer, we went our separate ways to different schools and I actually haven’t seen him since. I never missed him as a person but I did miss being with physically.”

He seemed lost in his memories. I prompted, “So you got to college and…”

“Well, I guess I thought I was probably gay. I’d always liked looking at guys more than girls, but that summer clarified things. There is a difference between knowing you are gay and wanting to be gay. What would be the easier route? Girls had always been attracted to me, so it would have been easy to pretend my way through college. That’s what I’d been doing, at least until 4 months ago. After that night we grabbed you…well you know…I haven’t been with anyone, but I’ve though a lot about you.”

I laced my fingers together behind my head and laid back on the pillow. “For me, I’ve always known. For as long as I’ve been old enough to have feelings, I knew I was gay.” I told him about the southern town I grew up in, being bullied all my life and the closed minded family I one day hoped to never see again. “I’ve been completely on my own for three years now. They don’t help me at all with school. They don’t call or care. They are as glad as I am that I’m gone. I will never ‘come out’ to them. At this point you are the only person I have ever told.”

Chad asked, “Have you been with any girls?”

I answered, “No. I wasn’t interested. Which worked out okay since they haven’t exactly been banging down my door.”

Chad did some minor calculating in his head, “So that means you had never…”

“Right. I was a 21 year old virgin. I have had exactly three sexual experiences in my whole life and you have been present at all three.”

He smirked, lowered his head, slid down my torso and proceeded to give me my fourth.

The rest of the week continued on much the same. This was really the only vacation I had ever been on. It certainly was one that I’d never forget. It wasn’t until the long car ride back to school that I thought about what would happen next. Was this just a vacation fling? Like, what happens in Florida stays in Florida? Or, back at the house would we secretly sneak into each other’s rooms for late night visits? We hadn’t talked about it. I was physically attracted to him, obviously, but I still didn’t know how I felt about Chad as a person.