Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 09:18:26 -0700 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Chris-Crossed - Ch 2 Well, one letter is enough! Thanks, Damon! In reality it's only been a few hours since chapter one has been posted. OMG! THANKS to all of you who have contacted me about Colin! I will try not to disappoint you in this story. Colin was all finished before I even submitted the first chapter to David at Nifty. OH! Thanks to David too! He's a real sweetheart! He advised me it was better to submit it a piece at a time, so I did. This one I am going to submit as I write it, so it will not be quite as quickly finished as Colin was. It's a little scary for me, too, since I won't have the benefit of knowing the whole story before I submit it. I found and corrected quite a few inconsistencies in Colin before I submitted any of it. We shall see! anyway, I hope you enjoy. All the usual warnings go for this story: It may contain same-sex acts which are inappropriate for minors, (no promises!) etc., etc., etc. Chapter 2 I woke up hours later. It was just starting to get light. I looked around and Gunt was in his own bed. What woke me up was Rob coming back. He saw me wake up and walked over to the closet, shed his clothes, except for his skivvies and then came over and sat on the floor next to me. I had closed my eyes again, and he put his hand on my shoulder. I had to strain in my still hung-over condition, but I was well aware of his cute face in front of mine. "Chris," he whispered, "Chris, I need to talk to you." He looked over at Gunt, and then back at me. I was really feeling bad. I moaned, "Can't it wait until later on, Dude?" He looked down. "Yeah, I suppose it can." He didn't mean to make it a guilt trip. I did that to myself. Rob just had no guile in him! He started to get up. I grabbed his arm. "Wait," I whispered. He came down so close that I could easily have kissed him. "What?" Damn, he is so cute! "Give me a moment," and I started to rise up. I guess I groaned, and he said, "Listen, Chris this really can wait." he whispered. "Naw, I don't want to, now." I forced myself up and shrugged on my wrinkled sweat bottoms which were still on the floor. Stuck my feet into my shoes without tying them, and he started to protest again. I firmly took his hand and pulled him out to the hall, closing the door quietly. He was still in his skivvies, no shoes, but it was not that unusual in this all male dorm. We walked to the common area, where there were some chairs and a couch. It was then I noticed that he was a little shaky. His face turned white and he collapsed. I caught him, but his massive body was more than I could handle and I slumped to the couch, and his limp body was directly on top of me. Boy, I had my share of male bodies on me this night! He was so big, it was oppressive to have him on top of me. Oppressive and hot! (Hot in more than just one way!) I was able to soften his descent, and his knees touched the floor gently, as his face laid heavy on my bare chest. I was half reclined on the couch, and with his knees on the floor, my arms and hands were free. I gently slapped his face. "Robbie? Rob!" I said more insistently. He opened his eyes and saw the position we were in. He tried to move, but his body was not cooperating. He said, "Oh god! I'm so embarrassed! It has been too long since I ate, and that coupled with the liquor, I'm afraid my blood sugar got too low. It is a problem, sometimes. Could you get out from underneath me and - find me some milk - and a chocolate bar from the machine?" I struggled hard to extricate myself from underneath him, but with his help, I soon was out from under him and got some milk and chocolate in him. "Is that going to be enough?" I said. "Until breakfast." It was getting light by now, and we heard a couple alarms go off in the nearby rooms. "You said you wanted to talk?" I reminded him. "Yeah. Chris, I don't want to leave - you. It was a shock seeing you and Gunt last night, but - I just found a good friend in you, - I don't want to lose that." There was something very needful in his plea. "Sure, Dude. Whatever. I didn't realize you were so - um -" "Attached to you?" At that I felt myself blush. I just nodded. "Dude, I have never had a friend like you. I have never been able to talk to any other guy - person, as I have with you. I guess it kind of hurt, feeling the way I do, to see you and Gunt like that!" That last phrase was uttered with pure venom. "Hey, I had no idea you were so attracted to me. I -" "Oh no! I didn't mean it that way! I just felt so close, and then to find you two were so much - er - closer-" "It's not that way, Rob. We were both so drunk I don't even know how we stumbled back here. When I woke up, he was passed out o top of me." "What!? That little bastard took advantage of you while you slept? That little shit!" "No, it wasn't like that, either. When we got back, we both crashed - and I do mean crashed! - on my bed, him on top of me. I woke up and he was drooling on my neck." "Omigod!" "Yeah! I tried to work myself out from under, but he woke up and noticing my growing -" I looked down. "in my pants - he took that as an invitation." "Oh. But you looked like you both were - um" he hesitated, "into it when I came in." "Oh, we were! Once I realized it was okay with him - I-" "So you're - ?" "I'm not sure. I don't want to think so, but - but it just - it just won't - go away!" My voice faltered at that, and I know he could see the glistening in my eyes. "Dude! Chris. I don't care about that! I was so teased while I was in high school, for being a total nerd and also because I was so big, but so un-athletic. Many of my friends were gay. I guess we had a lot in common. "You mean you're also -" "Not at all! But we were all outcasts, and believe me, I got pegged as one of them, since I was friendly with them. I was hoping that was all behind me. I was hoping that in college, people would have grown up a bit. But it's the same as in high school." "I know. Well, I'm pretty sure Gunt is not - that way. He is just one to go with any situation that comes his way - you know?" "I should by now. Hey do you suppose he remembers any of it?" "I don't know. I know he was more inebriated than I was." Then I saw the first evil expression I ever saw on Rob's face and in his eyes. "We could have some fun with him! I like him most of the time, but he can be such a -" "Such an ass hole?" "You noticed!" he said in mock seriousness. "Hey, now you're talkin'! But I've never heard you talk this way before. How far are you willing to go to trick him?" "Whatever it takes!" My head was still pounding when we got back to our room, but I didn't care. This was going to be fun! We quietly let ourselves back into the room. Gunt was still dead on his bed. I slipped quietly out of my clothes, and lay on top of my sheets, bare naked on my back, spread eagle. Rob set up his video camera, pointed at Gunts bed, and then zoomed out to get both our beds in it. He started the video and then he also got into his bed, we both pretended to be asleep. I didn't have to pretend to have a hard-on! It was protruding like a trooper! As soon as Rob was in bed, he made some noises. >From Gunt's bed, there was not a clear view of Rob's. Gunt woke up and was looking directly at me - and my hardened piece. His eyes widened, and his hand went down and squeezed his. He pretended to stretch, to look at Rob's bed. Rob appeared asleep, so he started stroking, never taking his eyes off my stiffy. When he erupted all over himself, I opened my eyes and grinned, at the same time Rob said, "Wo!" He jerked his head up to see Rob with a shocked expression. He had cum all over himself! "Omigod!" was all he could say. He turned several shades of red, and Rob was the first to break. He started to snicker, and then joined by me, we both started to guffaw like donkeys! "Fuck you! FUCK YOU BOTH!" He grabbed his sheet and headed for the bathroom. He was so pissed! Mr. Cool was caught, and not only caught, but he was completely humiliated. I almost felt bad for him - almost! I got up, put my sweats bottoms back on and followed him into the bathroom. "Gunt, You were so - " "Fuck you! Leave me alone!" His back was to me. "Gunt!" "I SAID, FUCK YOU, ASS HOLE! GET OUT OF HERE!" He turned this time. He was crying! Now I really did feel bad. "We'll talk later." And I left the bathroom. We heard the shower going. "Wow." Rob said. "I didn't expect that! It may be awhile before we can show him the video." "We can't! Just record over it. I didn't know he would react that way either." "I'm not willing to let it go that easy!" He headed into the bathroom. I followed, protesting mildly. He walked up to the shower, opened the curtain. "Get the FUCK outa here, Bastard!" Wow! He was really pissed! Rob reached in and plucked him out, still dripping wet. His arms were flailing wildly. But Rob was easily twice his size, so he was no match. HE calmly walked out of the bathroom, and put Gunt down on his own (Rob's) bed and then just laid face down on top of him. Gunt was fighting like a tiger, but he was like a pussycat to Rob. Rob grabbed his arms, and trapped them, and held him tightly so he could not move at all. The sight of the two of them, Gunt naked and rob nearly so was almost more than I could take. Then Gunt started to sob. I felt terrible, wondering where this was going, but this was Rob's party, so I decided to let it play out some more before intervening. Rob let him loose, and rather than springing off him, as we both expected, he threw his arms around Rob's neck and his body started convulsing in huge sobs. He stopped sobbing, but his body continued to convulse and his breathing came in huge shuddering gulps, like a little boy who is trying to stop crying. I actually had tears in my eyes, as well. Rob calmly looked down at him and in his low drawl, very gently said, "You gonna be all right?" "Yeh - yeh - yeh - I think s-so." He sniffed and rubbed at his wet eyes. "Do you want to talk?" Rob had such a wonderful, soothing low voice! "Maybe - may-be - later, k?" "Okay." Rob said very quietly. "Chris and I are going for some breakfast. Can we bring you back something?" "No! I mean, don't leave me now! I'll go with you." Rob and I looked at each other. Gunt's eyes were all red and puffy. It was obvious that something heavy went down. I spoke. "You're a mess, Gunther. You can't go out looking like that." "No. I don't want to be alone. Please stay with me." There was something desperate in his voice. "Rob really needs to get something in him. Rob, maybe you can get me whatever you order and some for Gunther, and bring it back for us." No." Gunt said. "I'll go with. I'll wear dark glasses." "K. Are we going to talk when we get back?" Rob asked. "Yeah, sure." Boy I was a real sucker for tears and emotion! I was so impressed with the gentle way Rob handled Gunt. I loved him the more for it. I hungered for him! Well, no chance of that. He was not only straight, but straight-laced as well! And Gunt? Omigod! I had HAD him, and now to see this - new - side of him. I was hot for him even more than before. And there WAS a chance of that! After breakfast we came back to the room. Gunt took off his glasses, and his eyes were still very red and puffy. Rob, sitting on his bed, said, "Come here, Gunt." "What?" "Just come here!" "Why?" "Don't make me come get you again!" Gunt smiled weakly. He walked over to Rob. Rob scooted back on his bed so his back was against the wall. "This works better with a couch." Rob said. "Sit here by my side, with your back to my right arm." Gunt did as he was told. "Now lay back in my arms". Gunt looked at Rob like he was insane, but Rob said, "Just do it, okay?" I was completely perplexed. I had no idea what was happening. Gunt lay back in Rob's arms, across his chest, and Rob wrapped his arms around him and held him close. He whispered, "Close your eyes, Gunt." Gunt's eyes closed. I think he was getting to feel secure - to trust Rob. "Pretend for a moment that you are lying in your dad's arms." "My dad never, ever -" "Just do as I say. Pretend I am your dad. FEEL it. I - am - your - dad." Rob was speaking barely over a whisper. He beckoned for me to come over. He whispered very low for me to put on some soft music, which I did. Then speaking again to Gunt, holding him like he would a baby, he whispered, "I am you dad. Gunther, I love you so much. When you were a little baby, I held you like this. I was so proud to have a beautiful son like you!" Rob looked up at me and winked. I was still out in left field. "Gunther, somewhere in our lives we drifted apart. I feel like it was my fault, but it was never planned that way. I have tried all my life to provide a good life for you. I wanted to be so close to you. You make me so proud." He then patted Gunt on the back, and Gunt's shoulders again started to heave. Rob just kept patting him on the back, and he just continued to cry. He looked over at me. I had big tears in my eyes, and he again beckoned to me with his finger, and as I came over, he stood up, with Gunt in his arms, cradling him like a baby. He signaled to me to join them. I wrapped my arms around them both, and Rob said, "You see Gunther, your dad really does love you. He may have a hard time showing it, but he loves you, and he always will. And Chris and I? We love you too." I confirmed that by putting my wet face next to his and squeezing harder. He looked in my eyes, and then into Rob's. "I - feel - like" Another big shuddering sigh! "I feel like I have been - loved - for the first time in my life. I didn't know it was okay to let myself love like that. He was talking pretty evenly now. I squeezed again, and kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes and smiled, still being cradled in Rob's arms like a baby. I looked up into big ol' Robs face and his eyes were glistening as well. "We won't mention this to anyone else, right?" Gunt said. "You better not!" Rob said ********************************************************************************************************************************* We all headed off in different directions as we attended our classes. Rob and I had our last class, English literature, together, so we headed back to the dorm together. "Rob, where in the world did you learn that stuff?" "What stuff?" "That stuff you did with Gunt this morning. That was so - awesome!" "My whole family went through a sort of self-realization seminar - mostly together. They had a similar exercise as this to show people that most of their parents do love them, and that it was not their intention to hurt them. Things happen, that's all." "Wow! Well, it surely worked!" "It was kind of a gamble, maybe. He was pretty shook up when we "caught" him." "Speaking of catching HIM, what about you catching us, earlier? You seemed to be awfully disturbed by that. What made you come back?" "I don't know. A number of things I suppose. First, I think my training in that seminar was haunting me. I have some pretty rigid views on how things "should" be. That is one of the things I learned there. I can't expect others to live up to my expectations, any more than I should try to live up to theirs. So I decided that I was being - too, uh, stuffy (?) or something. Anyway, I decided to come back and give you another chance." He got this exasperated expression on his face. "Listen to me! Even my language gives me away! As if it was I that needed to give you a chance! It was I that needed another chance if anything!" "You said "a number of reasons". Was there more?" I knew I was fishing! "Yeah, well - I didn't want to create waves with the dean, and it was easier to come back." "oh." "What?" "It's nothing, really." "You're still not a good liar. Your face is telling me it's something." "Rob, I really - like you. I was - I guess I was hoping maybe that there was some possibility you came back - well, er - at least partially because you liked me." "Omigosh, Chris! You are the MAIN reason I came back! I thought I told you that. I also told you I never had a brother before. "I guess I was a little - or a lot - paranoid - because of what you observed last night. Does that bother you?" "Truly? Yeah, a lot. But I think I'll get over it." "And you don't feel threatened?" Can I ask you a very personal question?" I nodded. "Chris, - I don't quite know how to say this - but - are you - er - attracted to me - sexually?" His directness really took me back! I had to regroup probably a little too long. "Well, (ahem) I think - uh - ell, yeah. A little." "Just a little?" "A lot! Does that creep you out?" "N - not really. I think the more important question is, Will it bother you if I don't return your - er - ardor?" "Hmm. I - uh - yes, but I'm - kinda - used to it. I'll deal with it." "Chris, I like hugs - a lot! Please don't get the wrong message if I hug you - or others. Since that seminar we went through, I just almost crave them - hugs that is." He said that as we were walking through our door. Gunt was already there. "Damn! I thought you guys would never get here!" He looked hungrily at us both. Rob beckoned with his fingers to both of us. "Group hug!" he said. We both very willingly submitted. Gunt stared deeply into my eyes, as he squeezed my butt. Rob didn't see the squeeze, but he couldn't miss the look that passed between us. We settled into studying and after awhile, I said I was going to the quad for a break, and to get a pizza. "Anyone wanna come?" "Not me - too much homework" Rob said. "I will!" Gunt said. "I have too much homework too, bit I am going stir crazy. I need a break!" By the way, after that morning and the "dad" session, Gunt never called us by his stupid nick-names again. But he insisted we call him Gunt! On the way to the quad, Gunt sprang on me like a cougar. (he never was very subtle) "So have you thought very much about last night?" "A lot of things happened between last night and now. Thought about what?" I know! I was being an ass! "Well - er - do you think you want to - er - get drunk with me - again?" "Do you have to be drunk?" Now I was the one being direct. When he did not answer, I said, "That gives you an excuse, doesn't it? If you were drunk, you can blame the booze. Did you know that was a sign of alcoholism?" "Huh" "To need alcohol to give yourself permission to do what you really want." "I didn't say I -" "But it is what you meant - wasn't it?" "Chris, don't make this any harder than it is - please? I feel so screwed up in my mind right now." I shrugged my shoulders. "You ARE screwed up!" I said only half in jest. "Whenever what you want is directly in conflict with what you think is wrong, it throws you off-balance." "Well, that's exactly how I feel." "I don't want to put words in your mouth, so I will say this: I am gay. I'm not bi. I am not drawn to the female at all. What are you?" "I'm certainly not - gay! And I don't think I'm bi, either! Until last night, I did not know I would even like what we did. That's all there was to it. I just liked what we did. I would never have done it if it weren't for the booze." "And you feel like you want to do it again?" "Well - er - Maybe - with a little booze." "You, see? Why do you need booze to do what you want?" "I - I guess you're right! I need to have an excuse! Give me that, okay?" "Well - I - no! Even I am still pretty much in the closet, but at least have the balls to admit to yourself that you like it! And if you do, then do it while you can feel it! I am not into casual sex - just for the fun of it. And that's something even I did not know until last night. I haven't done anything - like that- since before puberty. And all this time I thought it would be so grand to just boff a every guy who I admired." "So what changed all that last night?" "Let me think a minute - hmmm - Well, I guess - well, I really like you - a lot." He raised his eyebrows at that. "And what we did was hot! But - I guess it was just disappointing that in the final analysis, it was - casual. I like you - am turned on by you, and I guess I just wished it was more. More serious. More commitment. More - feeling." "Oh." "You sound disappointed." "I - guess I am" "Why?" We were still walking and he stopped me and looked up into my face - my eyes. "I - I thought - GOD, Chris! This is so hard! I thought - or maybe hoped - that there WAS something special there." "Okay, Gunther, here's my take on this. I think the booze warped not only your sense of right and wrong - no matter how warped it was to start with - but it warped your reality. You, very much like a - sorry about this - but like a girl - confused sex with love. I think the booze did that." "oh." He had a way of making me doubt - or something. "WHAT!?" I said, rather exasperatedly. "I was hoping that you felt something - special - about it - about me -or -" "Gunther, have you been listening to anything I have been saying?" "I - uh - it's just all so confusing!" I felt sorry for him, but more than that, I was feeling a little confused myself. I really was attracted to him. Thinking about our experience made me tingle. He could be such an ass at times, but at other times, I really liked him. We were approaching the quad - where we could get some eats - and we saw Al across the court. "She is such a goddess!" Gunt said. "Now I wouldn't mind screwing my brains out with a piece of that!" "Wow! You are really something else!" "What?" he said, as if there were no conversation on our walk there. "Trying not to sound like I cared too much, I said, "A moment ago, you were telling me - at least it was my impression - that you felt something special with me. And now you are blatantly talking about how hot sex would be with Al, and you know Rob has designs on her." "Wha - at? Something special - with you?! I don't think so!" Schizophrenic ass! No not a schizzo - just an ASS! "Hi, guys," Al said, "Is Rob okay? He seemed - well kind of - bothered or something, this morning." She actually joined us at our table. "I - he's okay," I said, "I think he is stressed over studies. He also had low blood sugar this morning." Gunt was eyeing her hungrily. I was ready to kick him under the table. "He's back in the room studying now. We couldn't pry him away from his books. Do you know his number? He'd prolly leave them for you." Did I say too much? "No, I don't think he would like that. He is so - traditional. He would not like it if I called him. I like that about him. He's such a gentleman!" "Yeah he is. He is always so polite and sweet." I said. "Sounds like YOU got the hots for him!" Gunt said. Shut the hell up, ass hole, I thought. Then I DID kick him. "OW!" "What?! Al said. "I think something bit me." He said "Well, I am going to get Rob some grub and head back. See you back there?" He said to me. He got up, went and purchased one of those already packaged cold sandwiches to go, and left. "I guess I better get back too", I said to her, "lots of crammin' to do!" "Bye, Chris!" I was about 50 yards behind Gunt, but he never turned around. He was walking very fast. I kept up with his pace. There was something that felt wrong. He entered our dorm building, and as soon as he was in the door, I think he must have run to the room. Because he was no where in sight when I got in the front door. As I approached the door of our room, I slowed down and listened outside the door. "oh, yeah, he stayed back to talk to Al. I think he's got the hots for her." Gunt was saying Wha - at? "She was looking very interested in his every word. They were laughing pretty hard when I left. I heard your name, too, but I don't know what they were saying." What is this guys game, anyway? Should I burst in the door and call him the liar he was? No, that might implicate me - and her! Maybe I could wait to talk to Rob alone. I made some extra loud noise, and then entered the room. "Took you long enough," Gunt said. Rob just glared at me. Notes: Wow! Some intrigue! Even I didn't expect that! I'm curious to see where this goes. Please don't get impatient with me. It takes time to write, rewrite, proofread and then make changes. And since I write with no agenda, and no plan, i am often as surprised as you what happens next. And I like it that way1 Comments? Address any to s4d@hotmail.com and include "Chris-Crossed" in the subject line. Thanks! Steve