Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 13:04:47 +0000
From: stoo man <stoo_bob_@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Little guy chapter four Gay College Life"

This story is based on real events. Some of the character names have been
changed to protect various parties. If you are under age and/or are living
in an area where stories involving
male/male sex is illegal then leave now. The author retains all rights.
Comments are always welcome at Stoo_bob_@hotmail.com. The responce you guys
have given me has been brilliant.
Due to a request by a reader, I have made my paragraphs a little shorter and
put more space in between them. Let me know if it works guys cause I take
very seriously any requests you make.
Anyway, enough from me, here is chapter four.

Little Guy

By Stoo

I parked the car up front of the large house I had been given directions to.
The area the house was situated was some twenty or so miles from my own
home, but the difference was easy to visualize. Scotland is a wonderful
country, a place I am proud to call my home. Proud of the heritage that
surrounds us, proud of the vast majority of our people. The area I live
however isn't the most appealing. There are the few people who have hit rock
bottom but instead of trying to climb back out they hit out and innocent
people. I've already depicted one eventuality of that earlier, but there is
more.

For now however I was more than content walking down the drive way of this
charming home. As I strolled past the two large fir trees that stood either
side of the drive I saw Al sitting with a group of guys at a picnic table.
He was wearing a pair of baggy style trousers and an electric blue silk
shirt which clung to his form sensually. His beautiful black hair was spiked
up and he was smiling radiantly at the group as they laughed back and forth.
As the group noticed me approaching they got to their feet and moved out to
meet me. Al at their head, reaching me quickly and hugging me tight. I felt
his hand gently stroking my lower back and he breathed deeply against my
chest.
"Careful buddy, you're gonna get me horny!" I joked and he reluctantly
pulled himself away. He turned an introduced me to the motley crew he had
been trading witticisms with earlier. He introduced them as; Paul, Baz and
Gordon, who was more commonly referred to as Reggie (even they don't know
why). Each of them had basically come into contact through Al, who had
advertised his talents in the newspaper and all were pretty talented
musicians. This was my first time actually meeting the guys and I could tell
they were pretty excited by the fact that I would be the first person to
actually listen to them play.

Ever since I have known Al he has captivated me with his skill on the
acoustic guitar. Holding my attention gleefully with Spanish solos and my
own favourite Eagle's songs brought to life by his deft little fingers. On
top of all that he had a most brilliant voice, which seemed to be able to
sing the sweetest ballad to the more powerful rock songs with the same ease
and ability. I mean I play guitar myself, I love playing but I do it purely
for enjoyment and of course I sing along when I do it. However nothing like
this.
"All right man?" The guy introduced as Baz slapped me lightly on the
shoulder. He seemed to be the most outgoing of the group. He had never lost
the bright smile on his face since he left the table. His green eyes seemed
to hold a certain charisma and they were set of by his darkly tanned skin.
Someone had been on holiday recently.
"Not bad, so... When do I get to hear you fellas play?" I asked, smiling and
nodding to the others.
"Right now!" A solemn figure at the back of the bunch said, his voice low
and controlled. As he said it however his eyes sparkled and he smiled too.
Gordon, the joker of the group continued his grin as we strolled across the
lawn to a huge garage which was set up for the band. The house belonged to
the last of the group's parents. The guy had not uttered a word as yet and
seemed to be even shyer than Al. I convinced myself this was my fault
because he had been smiling with the group before I had been noticed. He was
pretty short, but I'm certain if he didn't slump he would look taller. His
blonde hair hung low, hiding what I thought to be a kind of greyish coloured
eyes. No doubts about it, the guy was good looking, he just had no
confidence at all.

As we entered the garage Paul silently closed the door, giving Al a brief
smile as he settled behind the drums. Damn. Yeah, I know, it was a shock to
me too. Shy, withdrawn drummer. Not what I was expecting, or what you were
expecting, right?. Baz strapped himself into a stunning black, gold trimmed
base guitar, offering me a wink as he tested the strings. I watched with
amusement as Reggie, struggled to free his guitar from its case but when he
did I nodded with approval at the Gibson Les Paul he removed. Knowing how
much he liked my own guitar I had given Al permission to use it whenever he
wanted. It was a custom made Crafter six string acoustic. Dark green in the
centre fading to black on the outside, with Mexican designs around the sound
hole. It had cost me a pretty penny, but it was well worth it. It had
brought me hours of enjoyment and relaxation. Seeing it strapped around Al
made me envy the damn guitar. I found myself a little nook in one of the
corners of the garage where I could sit. I noticed that a fair amount of
money had been spent on converting the garage into a space where Paul could
practise, it was completely soundproofed. Al flipped a switch which powered
up the amps and mic's and he gave me a little grin.
"Let's see if we can't get my boy moving on this one!" Al grinned as he
spoke into the microphone before Paul counted them in by striking his drum
sticks together three times. The band burst into a rendition of Bad
Company's "Can't Get Enough of Your Love". I must admit, I was impressed.

My day spent with the band was great; they played various songs fit for
almost every taste but it all culminated with one of the most emotional
moments of my life so far. Al with sweat dripping off his nose, moving
around and singing your guts out for three hours can do that, stepped up to
the microphone again and looked directly into my eyes.
"We're gonna do a song right now, that I used to sit in my room and play
after you left my house Stoo, when we weren't going out, it's called
`Iris'." As he began to play he had never broken eye contact with me. As he
played I felt all the emotions building up within me, causing a tear to
trickle freely down my face. Baz noticed, and tapped his right fist over his
chest. There is no way I can recreate the scene in writing, it's easy in my
mind, the sound of the music is still playing in my heart but writing it is
different. It was just so expressive, like the song showed how clearly he
hurt back then when he felt so much for me but couldn't show it. It hit home
quite hard. Anyway, here are the lyrics.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am"

As the song finished Paul shot me a weak smile from behind the drum kit,
before lowering his eyes once more. Baz and Reggie were both grinning like
mad. As Al set the guitar down he was over to me in a flash, gripping me for
dear life as if letting me go was an absurd concept.
"I love you Al!" I sobbed into his shoulder, "If only I knew how you felt..."
He stroked the back of my neck lightly, his other hand on the side of my
face cupping my jaw. He gently lifted my head, pressing his lips against
mine, his tongue embracing my own. As he broke the kiss I noticed his eyes
were also puffy and red. We must have looked like a right bunch of little
girls, me sitting with my back against the garage wall, him sitting astride
me crying our eyes out. The guy's didn't seem to mind though, Reggie even
laughed whistling with two fingers in his mouth.

After managing to compose ourselves we moved to the outside where for the
first time Paul spoke since I arrived.
"You guys are good together..." He said his voice still raspy and early teen
like even though he was at least eighteen, "... You two wanna stay a while, we
are having a barbeque... I mean if you don't wanna... I mean..." He had suddenly
become very tense as if rejection would not be a good thing right now.
"You got beer?" I grinned, making him flash another shy smile.
"His fridge is fully locked and loaded my friend!" Reggie slung an arm round
Paul's shoulders as we walked towards the house. Paul's eyes flickered at
the touch and he seemed to melt into it. Causing me to guess they were both
together. I looked to Al and he smiled and nodded. I raised my eyebrow
slightly as I looked at Baz.
"Hey don't you go looking at me man, I'm the straight one!" He laughed,
"Feeling a bit left out though, can I maybe get a hug sweet cheeks?" He
began chasing Al theatrically round and round me. I placed and arm on his
chest the second time he passed, stopping him in his tracks.
"I'll give you a hug..." I flexed my arm, "... A bear hug if you don't quit it!"
I laughed heartily as he raised his arms in surrender.
"You can keep him man, for now!" He winked.
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Once again thank you kindly for all your lovely comments. I hope that this
chapter was ok. Once more I'd like to thank my friend Underthehoodster for
all his support and I'd also like to draw your attention to another lovely
guy Dreamweaver who writes on nifty too.
His amazing story 'Knock knock knocking on Heavens Door' had me in tears, it
is so very touching. Other stories by Weaver are "The Aplicant", "Boys With
Hats" and "Then there was jake". Once morem thank you all. Love and Peace
Your Stoo.