Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 11:35:52 -0700 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Chris-Crossed, Ch. 5 Well, Chris is really pleased with the new roommate he's found. Here's what the end of chapter 4 ended with: "Do you need any help with your stuff?" I said to Craig. "Well - Yeah!" Gunt said. "Oh!" I said sheepishly. "We'll be back in a minute, Craig." "See ya'!" I couldn't wait to get back there and help Craig take his stuff over to our place. I had to wonder what it was that he had to move. Chapter 5 I helped bring Gunt's stuff over and by the time we got there Craig was all packed. He had enough for two trips. He picked up the heaviest box, which left 2 large suitcases, two smaller boxes and a plastic basket with dirty clothes in it. I placed the dirty clothesbasket on one of the smaller boxes and picked them up. "Dude! You don't need to carry those!" He was embarrassed. He could see they were right next to my nose. " S'all right dude," I said, "I guess I'll have to get used to it sometime!" He shook his head and walked ahead. All the way over to my dorm, I kept burying my face in his dirty clothes, almost delirious with the heady smell. I could identify sweat, body odor, urine, and (I held the box with one hand and dug with the other) yup! There were a pair of girls soiled underwear there too. The thought dashed my hopes a little, but it still smelled good. He stopped as we got to the front of the dorm, and quickly turned around. "Top or bottom?" He said, and I was sure he caught me with my hand and nose in his laundry. "WHAT?!!!" I said. My god, what was he asking me?!!! "Do you live on the top or the bottom floor?" "OH!" I almost shit a brick! I don't know if he noticed how surprised I was - or how disappointed, as he explained. "Top. Room 213." I said. "Cool." We got to the room, knocked and entered. "We always knock first." I said. "Rob! This is Craig." "Hey, Craig!" "Hey, Rob!" "Is that all of your stuff?" "No man, I have some more, but I can get it myself. He sounded a little embarrassed, whether about having so much stuff or catching me sniffing his dirty laundry, I don't know. I wasn't sure he had. Craig left to get the rest of his stuff. "Looks to me," Rob said, "like you got to hand pick this dude. I am not into guys, but even I can tell he is a specimen!" "He IS, isn't he?" "So why was he thrown out?" "I'm not sure he was. I got the idea he left of his own accord. But he would not say why. Maybe he's protecting his roommates." "Why would he do that?" "Why are we doing it for Gunt?" "I get your point. I guess we'll learn it eventually." He said. "or not!" "So tell me, Chris, do you have 'ideas' about this guy?" "Prolly not", I said, as I easily produced the girls underwear from the clothes basket. I reburied them and then stuck my face deep into the dirty clothes, and sighed big. "HEY! Cut that out! Pervert!" I snatched the girl's undies and held them under Rob's nose. "Don't tell me you don't like THIS!" He knocked them away with his hand, and laughing, took me down. I was no match for his 230 lb. [104 kg] frame. He easily pinned me. I immediately felt a hardening sensation. I bit him on the nose, and quickly licked it. Sputtering wildly, he let me up. "Foul! I call a foul!" By the tent in his sweats, I could see he was also getting excited, but I kept it to myself. I wasn't going to push him into something he wasn't ready for. So I attacked him again, and as he was putting me down for the second time, giggling almost hysterically, the door knocked. Rob sprang away so fast it made my head spin. Well, okay, my head was spinning anyway. As Craig came in we were both red and grinning. Craig looked from face to face, and grinned too. "What did I miss out on?" he said. "A little wrestling match," Rob said. "All in fun, apparently?" "Oh, yeah!" I said, prolly a little to exuberantly. "O-kay!" he said, immediately more sedate. I felt bad, more for Rob's sake than mine. This was not a good impression to be making for our new roomie. After a couple weeks, we settled back into out routine. Craig easily fit in with us. Rob and I curtailed some of our otherwise childlike fun stuff, but otherwise it was very pleasant. Craig indeed was dating a very hot babe, and she was very sweet to Rob and me the one time we saw her. Rob had dated Al once, and was planning to ask her to a Halloween costume ball, but was sure she would not be interested. "Rob, you have to stop this dissing of yourself. You are a very cute guy! Take it from one who notices these things." He blushed. "And you're so damned adorable in your sweet, shy, disgusting straightness!" Craig was not in the room. I had not yet told him about me, and two weeks of not dating does not a queer make. I just got the idea, after his reaction to Rob's and my wrestling match, that he would not approve. "Okay, I'll ask her tonight. We are going to the AIDS rally tonight and -" "YOU'RE going to the AIDS rally?" "Aren't you?" "I wasn't planning to - too much homework." "Maybe you should reconsider." "Okay - ummmm - okay! I'm staying home and studying!" "Goober!" Knock-knock! Craig entered. "Hey, Craig, are you going to the AIDS rally?" asked Rob. "NOT! Why, are YOU?" "Al asked me to go with her," he hedged, "so what could I do?" I gave him a dark look. "Well, I'm outa here. Wish me luck!" and he went out the door. "Wish him luck?" Craig said. "He's trying to get up the courage to ask Al to the costume ball." "That shouldn't be any challenge! He's a very hot looking guy - er - to a girl!" He looked at me hard, but I didn't comment. "Speaking of hot, Crissy is, isn't she!?" "Oh. Yeah. We've only been dating for 3 weeks. I think she is also seeing some other guy. And that's just fine with me. I'm not ready to hang with just one girl right now." I wish I could find even one GUY to "hang" with! One who is really "hung"! "I know what you mean. Right now the most important thing is getting through the next four years." "Yeah. So do you wrestle?" "Naw! I went into it a little in high school, but I was not any match with the guys my size. And I'm certainly no match for Rob! He outweighs me by a third, I think." "Hmm. You look about my size. Wanna go at it a little?" GOD! He said a mouthful! I'd like to GIVE him one - a mouthful, that is! "I - um - I better not. I have a lot of homework tonight." And I don't want you to see me at my woodied best! "Okay." He sounded somewhat more than disappointed. "Are you okay?" I said, trying to sound non-committal. "I guess I'm feeling a little displaced." I could tell he was hurting and I thought it was also evident he did not really want to say more. "Displaced?" "In high school, I was top dog! I was class president the first semester my last two years. I guess you could call me popular. That is such an overrated status." "I wouldn't know." "Here, I'm nothing - nobody! I don't seem to fit in. In Cincinnati, I was someone. Here I am a nobody. I don't seem to even fit in here in your - OUR room. I CERTAINLY didn't in the last place!" "Hey! You're the new kid in town, dude. It's only been - what - 2 months? AND you're a frosh! I was always so worried about popularity in high school, but never had it. Finally in 12th grade I made a conscious decision to just fuck it and have fun. I joined the Key Club! It had all the geeks in it, as well as a lot of the cool guys who were looking at some kind of political career. All of a sudden the playing field was even. I had more fun that year than any other time!" "Yeah, I suppose. But there is no key club here." "Dude! It's not about the Key Club - and there IS, by the way, only here it's called `Circle K'. It's about letting go, and just enjoying the moment. Don't worry about what happened yesterday or what will happen tomorrow or even today." "You sound like Rob." "Rob has taught me a lot. So you have been talking to Rob about this?" I felt a little jealous. "Not this specifically, but we have rapped a little." "Did he do his `hug therapy' for you?" "Hug therapy? No. What kind of -" "It's not as weird as it sounds. He first taught me how to hug." "You had to be taught how to hug?" "Well, there's more to it than - " I was going out on a limb, "Come here." "No WAY!" he shot back at me. "Don't be an ass!" I said. I knew how putting peer pressure on a "popular" typewould make them crumble! Just come over here!" He cautiously stepped closer. "Now, give me a hug." "Are you insane? We're alone in our room and you want me to hug you?" "Craig, there is a point to this! Just do it!" He stepped up to me, and put his hands behind my back and patted me on the back. I can't remember if his torso even touched me, but I do remember I made my body as stiff as possible. His "hug" was very quick, and then he stepped back. "So?" he said. "So, that's how most people - specifically men - hug. Not much satisfaction to that, huh?" "I'm not looking for satisfaction while hugging a man!" "GOD, Dude, you sound as if you are talking about sexual satisfaction!" I know I was THINKING it! "What - what are you - ?" "Watch." I said as I stepped closer to him. This was a major risk for me. "Now don't go all berserk on me. I'm going to hug you this time. First of all, close your eyes." "You're asking a LOT, Dude!" "Look! We're about the same size, yes, but You could wipe the floor with my face if you wanted to. Trust me!" PLEASE?! He closed his eyes. I stepped up to him and being careful that our groins did not touch, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in. His body was stiff as a board. "Soften up." I said. "Whaddaya mean?" "Your body is stiff! It isn't telling me you care about me!" "I DON"T care for you!" "I said ABOUT me! Melt a little!" He relaxed a little and I felt his bulge touch mine. I concentrated all my strength on keeping control. I pulled him in closer - just slightly tighter than he was holding me. He relaxed some more, and I heard a little sigh escape. I relaxed a little more. "See?" I said. "See what I mean?" I whispered. Hi eyes were still closed "Yeah. Yeah, I guess." He said as he sighed again. "You see, touch doesn't always have to be sexual." I was only parroting what Rob had taught me. It was NOT what I felt. I was so sexually energized! I sat down at my desk. "Just let yourself `be', Craig. It will all work out." "I - I just don't know what to say, Dude. That felt so - good!" "Rob is a lot better at cueing it up than I am." "Whaddaya mean?" "He's been through a seminar with his family where they taught them a lot of those things." "OH." "Okay, study time, K?" RING! My cell phone was rang. "Hello?" "Hi, Chris!" "Oh. Hello, Gunt." "Don't sound so excited!" he complained. "Can you run over here for a moment? I need your help." "Your room mates can't help you?" "I don't know them well enough. Please come?" "Okay, but I am very busy studying. I have to get right back." I hung up. "I'll be right back. I'm going over to your old room for a sec." I stepped out the door and hurried over to Gunt's room. I tapped on the door. He opened it and it was dark. "Come here and look at this." I stepped in and he closed the door, and immediately wrapped his arms around my neck and before I could react his lips were on mine! My weakness! I kissed him back. His left hand struck out and he flipped on the light. He had me turned so I could see that on a bed were his room mates, in 69 position! I sprang back, genuinely appalled! "It's all right! My roommates are gay! That's why that other ass wanted to leave!" He started to reach for me again. I jumped back. "Don't you EVER come near me again! What happened between us was an accident when we were drunk!" I left the room running! I was hoping that his roommates were convinced. I did not want it known that I was gay! It didn't occur to me then that it may not be such a bad thing if the gay community knew. I tapped the door before entering. He was sitting at his desk, his back to the door. Rob was still out. "So, your ex-roommates are gay!" I said. "You noticed?" "It was hard not to in the position they were in when I came in the room." "Positon? Was it a number between 68 and 70?" I just looked at him and shook my head. "Shameless flamer idiots! That's why I wanted out!" "Craig - uh -" I could not keep it from him any longer. "I'm gay!" "I know." "What!?" I said. "But - -" "I don't care about that! I`m no gay basher, but those guys were flaunting it in my face! I had all I could take!" "I don't blame you. But how did you - know - about me?" "I didn't, really, but I - I suspected." "Hrmph! I haven't told many, but they are never surprised. I guess I should not be so surprised myself!" I said, chagrinned once again. "Why do you try to keep it a secret, anyway? You were just telling me how important it is to just "be", and yet you try to live a lie!" "I'm just not ready to let everyone know. Gunther suspects, but I haven't even told him. We got into it one night when we were drunk, but he doesn't really know for sure." I said, adding, "Unless of course he does!" "Gunther? That little guy who I traded rooms with? He's gay? I didn't guess that one!" "I don't think he really is. He's just into Gunther - whatever stimulates or excited Gunt is what he likes. And he will go to any measure to get it. He really deserves those other two! I hope they drive him crazy!" "How - ?" "If he sees them getting it on all the time -" "And he will!" Craig exclaimed. "He will feel very left out!" "Not for long!" "Huh?" "They are not averse to a threesome!" "Oh!" I said. "Well either way, I think he is getting what he deserves." I sat back down to my desk. I had barely started reading. "Chris?" he was standing behind me. "Yeah?" "Could you - could you - show me that hug thingy again?" Ho-boy! "Sure. But I have to get some studying done!" Damn! Was I playing hard to get? I got up, turned around and looked into his eyes, as we wrapped our arms around one another, he was looking deep in my eyes. "Close your eyes" he commanded. I did, and then I heard him sigh again - only this time it was a huge sigh. Tap-tap, and Rob came in. We were still hugging and Rob's appearance broke the mood. We broke the embrace. "Don't stop!" Rob said. "As a matter of fact, I want to show you something. Get back in the position you were in when I came in." We reached for each other. We embraced. "C'mon! You were closer than that! Pee-pee to pee-pee!" We all giggled at that! We let our bodies become as one. It felt so good! "Now don't move!" Then Rob came around to my back and wrapped his arms around both of us, sandwiching me in the middle. "Close your eyes." We complied. "Can you feel the tremendous energy, Chris?" "Wow!" I exclaimed, "I've never felt so - so - energized!" "Would you guys do that for me?" Rob asked. "I really need some energy!" We broke and both Craig and I wrapped ourselves around Rob's huge frame. I was at his front. His huge bulge was in my stomach. A huge sigh escaped his lips. "Oh God, it's been so long! This feels so good. I've been away from it too long!" "Whaddaya mean?" Craig said. "My family and I -" "Chris told me." "Well we were active in helping others go through the same experience, and got weekly 'fixes'. It was easy to get used to." "I can imagine," Craig said. "You don't have to imagine! Do you want to be on the receiving end of it?" "I - I think - so!" So we enclosed Craig, and he relaxed so fully we had to hold him up. "My gosh! It feels so - so relaxing and so energizing at the same time!" "The great thing is," Rob said, "is that it doesn't take any energy away form the others! We all get energized. But the guy in the middle -" "I know!" Craig said. "Well so it's a deal?" Rob said. "What?" we both said in unison. "Any time any of us needs some energy, we just ask." "As long as no one besides us is here!" Craig added. "My GOD! I'm becoming a closet hugger! What would my father say?" Notes: What indeed! Craig's dad would prolly react like my own - thinking it was rather silly! At least at first. After I started hugging my dad, he found he liked it. I taught my two straight-as-arrow brothers to do the sandwich hug, and my dad loves it now! Please comment or question if you have any desire at all! I love to gab, when I have the time. Don't forget to include "Chris" in the subject line. S4d@hotmail.com. Love, Steve