We consisted of Frank and Thad, one of his suite mates from summer term. After three weeks in Santa Barbara, Frank had returned to Nashville to take organic chemistry and other fun stuff like that. While I spent my summer…
“What you been doing?” he asked. “Working out, of course,” I answered. “Well, what else?” “That’s it,” I laughed. “And going to the beach. I decided I needed a summer off and the folks agreed.” “Jesus,” he said, “I hate to think what you must be like now.”
I laughed again. “Well, you’ll see when you get here won’t you? I expect you’ve caught up by now anyway…” It was his turn to chuckle. “I don’t think so, but I am pleased. I’m up to 140 now!” I gave a low whistle.
“That is great,” I agreed. “Fifteen pounds in one year is a lot for you…!”
They pulled up in the driveway to my parents’ house a week later, on a blindingly sunny Saturday morning, the kind you get in north Florida in August. I had been sitting in the garage, having just finished my morning workout. As usual, I was completely and totally pumped. And neither Frank nor his suite mate could see me until I stepped out of the shadows.
“I’m looking for…” Frank began, then he ground to a halt. “Jesus fucking Christ, Richard, is that you?!” he exclaimed.
I let out a laugh. “Well, yes, who did you think it was?” I replied.
Which was a little mean. After all, over the summer I had:
…gotten rid of my glasses and replaced them with contact lenses.
…grown a full beard.
…gained 25 pounds of solid muscle.
His friend stood there with his mouth hanging open and suddenly I was getting major pings, in stereo, on my gaydar.
“Shit, man, I didn’t think you would get so much bigger so fast,” Frank said. “Just how much do you weigh now?” I told him. “Two twenty five?! Which means what—that you’ve gained 45 pounds in the past year…?” I grinned. His roommate—what was his name?—deigned to speak finally. “You told me he was big, Frank, but I just had no idea…”
I put my hulking arms around their shoulders and guided them into the house.
“Guys, I think we’re really gonna have a good weekend, assuming you can pick your jaws up off the floor. This time of year you don’t want to go around with your mouths open—too many flies…”
That night we went downtown to Seville Quarter where we listened to Dixie Land for a while, then visited the disco, and finally wound up on the patio under the banana trees. Through it all, Frank hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of me. And Thad had watched Frank watch me the whole evening. I was might have felt a bit self-conscious but, dammit, I liked having two good looking guys paying a great deal of attention to me.
“You know,” Thad said, yawning widely, “I think I need to get back and grab some sleep. We did get up awfully early this morning. But if you two want to come back…” Frank jumped on it. “No, I’m ready to go anyway,” he said. “It’s a little too sticky, actually…”
I rolled my eyes. “I told you about Gulf Coast humidity but you wouldn’t believe me. Not exactly Santa Barbara is it?” He shook his head. “It’s better at the beach, though, especially on a night like tonight,” I added. He gave me a sidelong glance.
“Let’s get Thad home,” I murmured as we headed for the car.
We did and as he was getting settled, Frank piped up. “You know, I’m really hyped. What about you, big fella? Want to go back out…?” I nodded. “I didn’t get up as early as you all did. Sure, let’s do it.” Thad looked from one of us to the other, then rolled over, a bit huffily I thought. “Have fun,” he muttered.
Back in the car, I asked him.
“Well, how’s Thad?”
“He’s okay,” Frank replied. “A really nice guy. But I think he wants more from a roommate than I can give…” It was my turn for a sidelong glance. “How is that?” I asked. “I thought you were a fine roommate.” His hand settled on my knee. “Ah…” I murmured. “I think perhaps I see.”
“It’s not that I can’t give it to anyone,” Frank said, picking up the last thread in the conversation. “It’s just I want it to be someone special. This is a little embarrassing, but the fact is…no one’s copped my cherry yet!”
I eased off onto the beach road and as I did so rested my big, powerful hand at the back of his smooth, slender neck.
“You may not believe this,” I said in return. “But we’re in the same boat…”
When I stopped, finally, and looked back, I saw him standing ankle-deep in the gentle surf. With the moon at my back, I could see him as if he were spotlighted—slender but strong, smooth and completely masculine. Totally naked, too, I could tell, judging by the shadow between his legs.
“Oh, yes, Frank,” I thought to myself. “I rather thought there would be one particular area where you would be larger than I am…”
I swam back under the waves, then stood directly in front of him, the foam dripping off of me. With the moon at my back, I was nothing more than a glistening silhouette.
He gasped. I went to him then, and lightly taking his shoulders in my hands, lifted his face to my eager mouth. He was waiting for it eagerly, not a bit passive, his incredibly silky tongue finding its way into my mouth, opening his mouth to take mine in, gently nibbling with his teeth. He threw his arms around my brawny neck and wrapped his legs around my waist.
I stood there with my arms outstretched. He felt no heavier than a slightly oversized puppy…
“How much can you bench these days?” he asked, talking into my ear so he could be heard above the wind. “How much do you weigh now?” I asked. “140 pounds?” He nodded. “Three times what you weigh…” I continued and his eyes widened.
Taking that as my cue, I shifted him to the palms of my hands, then lifted him above my head. Then I took one hand away…I let him down as gently as a feather. “That makes me so fucking hot,” he said.
“I know,” I said, sinking to my knees. “And this does the same thing for me,” I said, taking eight inches of uncut meat in my hand. I opened my mouth and took it in, just as I had taken his tongue, knowing, as I never thought I would knew, that this was what I was meant to do.
His small, strong body quivered and his surprisingly large, hard hands buried themselves in my hair.
“Do it, Big Man,” he said.
“Just do it…”