Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 23:40:29 +0000
From: stoo man <stoo_bob_@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Little Guy chapter eight, 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. I love to hear from you all, so as ever
please drop me a line at stoo_bob_@hotmail.com. It's real
easy, just takes a minute and you will make me a real happy guy!


Little Guy

By Stoo


We stayed as we had fallen for a few minutes, Al's chest flat against my
back. I could feel it every time he breathed in, his chest rising and
falling. Almost grudgingly, as he softened he rolled off of me, lying on his
back, the sides of his arms still in contact with me. I still could not
summon the energy to move, I was so overloaded with love.

"Stoo..." I heard his voice, still shaking a little, soft as the red silk
shirt draped over the bed post. Knowing I had to move, I rolled, over
leaning my head against his chest. Immediately his hands began caressing my
hair.

"Yeah..." I savoured the warmth of his body, my hands stroking his abdomen
lightly.

"I knew you loved me... From when we got together but... You totally surrendered
yourself to me there..." he took a moment to kiss my neck gently before
continuing, "... It means so much to me!"

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, knowing I didn't have the words to
describe my love for him, hoping that by holding him so close he could feel
the love pour from my heart.

He sighed, content in my arms, his little body relaxing against me. "I was
scared!" He admitted.

"Scared of what, babes?"

"Scared I'd hurt you, scared you wouldn't like me after this... Scared I
wasn't good enough for you..."

Despite myself, a small chuckle escaped my lips. He looked hurt. I shook my
head. "I'm laughing at how absurd that sounds to me man... You thought I
wouldn't like you, that you weren't good enough... Al... Babes, you are the one
of the things in my life that I thank God for every day! Every day I spend
with you is precious; everything we share together is special... You are
special!" I said, holding him ever more close to me.

"I love you!" He kissed me gently, so tenderly on the neck.

"I'll never get bored of hearing you say that!" I grinned widely.

"Oh yeah... We'll see about that, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you, I love you..."

I placed my hand over his mouth.  "I love you, but we need a shower!"

Al grinned wickedly. "I love the shower... With you in it!"

He let forth a little growl which caused me to laugh heartily. So content
and fulfilled we made our way to the shower, locked together at the lips all
the way.

*          *          *

Sweat dripped down my nose, my shirt clung to my body saturated. With each
punch a cloud of moisture exploded from my gloved hands. My calves were
burning as I danced on now heavy feet. My right hand snapping out, jabbing
solidly against the punch bag. Right, right, left. The left making that
satisfying thwock as I moved back, jabbing out as I moved. Shuffling
forwards, I let fly with a speedy combination of what would be right, left
body shots followed quickly by a right hook. Quickly skipping onto my
stronger side, I followed the same combination only in reverse, finishing
with a left hook. The beeping of the countdown timer signalled the end of
another three and a half minute round. I dropped my heavy hands to my sides,
shirking out of the bag mitts, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor.
Lifting the front of my shirt I wiped the stinging sweat from my eyes and
forehead, reaching for my water bottle sitting on the floor by the side. It
had been filled with ice when I had begun my workout, but now the ice had
all but melted. The water, however, was freezing cold and bliss to swallow.
I sipped it slowly; knowing that gulping the water down was a bad idea.
Letting my body hydrate nice and slowly.

*          *          *

Later that day I made my way to the gym, knowing my dad would be waiting for
me.
"Hey Stoo baby!" He grinned as he walked up to me. He was wearing his shorts
and a white vest, "Ready to get your ass whooped off your old dad?" He asked
giving me a wide grin, throwing me my protective sparring gear.

"In your dreams old man!" I picked up the sparring equipment, placing the
head gear on securely as my dad fastened his own. My dad and myself had been
making use of the boxing gym not far from the house recently. A friend of my
dad's owned the gym, and at this time in the afternoon it was almost empty,
allowing us free reign. I think my dad liked the idea of sparring due to the
fact he could illustrate his point with a punch. We both smiled as I held
the bottom rope down with my feet and the top up with my arm. He bowed
theatrically then stepped in to the ring.

My dad stands only an inch taller than Al, giving me a height and reach
advantage, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in speed. He is a
very hard man to shake off when he gets in close. Our sparring match had
drawn some attention today. A few men who were training intermittently had
now come over to watch. My dad moved in close to me as he fitted his gum
shield and I mine.

"Seems we have a few spectators. Hope that doesn't throw you off... I wouldn't
want to hurt you now!" My dad jested holding out his gloved hands.

"I don't think I'll need to worry too much about you hurting me, I'll need
to worry more about tripping over you, little man!" We touched gloves.
"Ding ding!" My dad grinned, moving back on his spry feet, seeming to hover
above the canvas ring. I jigged from side to side trying to throw him off
balance.

"Watch out now!" I moved my arms back and forth. Flicking out a stiff right
jab, which missed his head fractionally as he shuffled backwards.

"I'm watching, kiddo!"

Afterward, the steam of the shower room was a welcome change from the
beating I took in the ring. I let the warm water run over my aching muscles.
With my eyes closed, I hadn't realised my dad had joined me. His deep voice
alerted me to his presence.

"You were pretty good out there!" He said, as he began to soap himself up.

"Yeah..." I grinned turning to him, displaying the nasty cut above my eye, "So
were you!"

"Well... That jab of yours stings, I saw red!" He laughed, shampooing his
hair, "I'm not unmarked myself you know..." I looked him up and down seeing
the dark red marks on his abdomen and the swelling on his cheek.

"Well, old lion, what's say we get us a tub of pasta and some water from the
supermarket on the way home, my treat seen as how I beat your ass in the
ring!" My dad laughed heartily. We often stop off at the local supermarket
to pick up two small cartons of tuna pasta. Just something to tide us over
until dinner. Saying nothing, we both made our way to the lockers. Neither
of us bothering with a towel, drawing some looks from some folks in the
locker.

As we dragged our heavy feet in the door at home, our training bags slung
over our shoulders, Al rushed out to meet us. He took a moment to look us up
down seeing the cut and the swelling.

"Who did that?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. We both grinned and pointed at
each other, drawing a rather sceptical look from Al. I was in no mood to
make dinner, so instead my mum got on the phone and ordered
some pizza. As we sat down in our favoured seating arrangement – my mum
sitting on her own special chair, my dad on the armchair and me and Al
nestled on the couch – my mum gave us a smile. Some times she looks so
frail, but seeing her tonight with the sparkle in her eye filled my heart to
overflowing.

"Is my son comfortable, Al?" My mum grinned, seeing how Al had just melted
into my side.

"Your son is the most comfortable, warm and safe place I know!" Al said, I
could sense the sincerity in his voice. I held him closer to me, my arms
wrapped around his waist. I love how cosy my house is in the evening. We
never turn the lights up too high, usually just a lamp in the background and
my mums scented candles flickering on the coffee table. Everything is just
so relaxed.

"I'm going to take you for a drive tomorrow, Lizzy Bee..." my dad reflected,
partly to himself and partly to my mum, "... Get you some fresh air... Maybe go
down the coast, pick some strawberries... Like we did when we were young!" My
mum smiled warmly, nodding her head, remembering. The door bell broke the
moment as Al flopped up and made his way to the door. There was a few
seconds where Al traded pleasantries with the delivery woman, then he
brought two large boxes into the living room.

"Tea's up!" He grinned.

After stuffing our faces, Al and I settled in up the stairs on our bed. He
lay with his head on my chest, gently stroking the small line of hair below
my belly button, tracking it till it was lost beneath my boxers. I love the
feeling of his soft hair on my bare skin. You guys probably have your own
weird eccentricities, I love his hair. It just the way it is so soft, and
every time I breathe in the hair slides up and down with every movement of
my chest.

"I have something for you babes..." I said softly.

His hand continued playing with my treasure trail. "Mmmm..." He kissed my
chest, his lips gently passing over my right nipple. "... You have a few
things for me..."

"Easy tiger, heh, I meant I want to give you something!" He grinned
wickedly, and I shook my head, pushing his head off my chest before getting
to my feet,

"Not that!" I grinned shaking my head. He looked defeated.
"Awww!" He grumbled.

I was having none of it though. Oh yeah guys. He wasn't getting the better
of me. I was in control. I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and
withdrew a solid gold chain. It had cost me a pretty penny and I hoped that
it was a good enough gift for my little angel. As I walked across to Al, the
chain concealed in my hand I ordered him to hold his hand out, palm up and
open. He obliged with no need for encouragement.

"This is for you!" I placed the chain in his hand, he looked down at it, for
a moment confused.

"You bought me a chain... But this must have been..." I held my finger to his
lips, pressing my own lips against my finger, slowly removing it so our lips
were touching.

"You are worth every penny and more... But that's not all!" I said, removing
my ring from the middle finger of my right hand. It was a beautiful twenty
four carat gold ring, set with a black stone which had a golden eagle emblem
on it. The ring was very dear to me, as it was given to me by my dad on my
eighteenth birthday, "It's too big for your little fingers... So I bought you
a chain, so that when you wear it... It's always close to your heart!"

Al seemed to choke up, he was obviously pretty taken aback. "I can't..."

"I want you too... You mean so much to me, I want you to have something of
mine... Something special to me!" I placed the ring on the chain and gently
put it round his neck. As I did, he leaned in to me, placing his forehead on
mine.

"Now I have something that belongs to you... It means so much to me..." He
placed his little hand over my heart, and a tear escaped my eyes.

"Yeah..." I smiled, "... You have more than my heart... You have my soul too!"
Ever so tenderly he took my cheeks in his hands and kissed me softly on the
lips. Removing his lips he stared into my eyes intensely.

"A whole lotta love right now!" He giggled kissing me again, softly we both
lay down on the bed. Content just to hold each other, just to be together.

We must have fallen asleep like that, or just completely `zoned out' - yeah
it can happen when your lying in the arms of the person you love -  for the
next thing I knew I heard my dad's voice at the doorway to my room.

"Hey... You guys busy?" He whispered, I looked up and smiled.

"Nope... Just lazing!" He smiled and made his way into the room.

"It's bank holiday tomorrow, so you guys aren't at college... How about we
take a trip up north? I was talking to your mum, and she seemed to want to
do that instead of going down the coast, you game?"

"Hmm, let me check with my personal organiser..." I laughed, "Al, do I have
any appointments tomorrow?" He grinned.

"Well... You have a one thirty with me... A two o'clock with me... A two thirty
with me... It's pretty much all me, all day!" He said, pretending to mull
things over in his mind.

"Hmm..." My dad shook his head, "... Cancel them all... I've never liked you
anyway!" That earned me a good poke in the ribs, "Ouch sorry, I meant, yes
let's go up north, Dad!"

My dad smiled. "Excellent Lizzy Bee will be thrilled, g'nite fellas!" My dad
kissed me and Al both on the forehead before leaving and considerately
closing the door.

As I flicked off the lights and climbed under the covers, I felt Al press
himself against me. Gently he nibbled on my ear, whilst casually rubbing my
back.

"I've never been up north before..." He whispered, "... I'm glad my first time
will be with you!"

I smiled mischievously. "I'm glad my first time was with you!" He caught on
to my meaning and I felt his chest heave as he stifled a giggle.

"You are so bad!"

"You better believe it!" I laughed, rolling him onto his back, "Bad to the
bone!" I giggled as my mouth worked its way down his torso.

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Damn... In my eyes that chapter sucked and not in the good way. It was a
very important time what with the chain and all, but I can't help feeling
that I didn't describe it as well
as it deserved. It was a really special and tender moment, but I don't think
I did it justice. Anyway, enough of my bitching. Just like to say a few
hellos!
Recently I've had a few really nice emails so lets start with Lori, hey
darling how are you doing? Love ya loads, your comments always bring a smile
to my face, sometimes a tear to my eyes.
Mark, your emails have been real nice. I am real glad that you have decided
to correspond with me through emails and allowing me to be a part of your
life. I am always here to listen to you man!!
Michael, you emailed me not so long ago saying that you have been
considering writing for years, my advice to you friend is go for it. Write
man. If you put your heart into what you write others will read.
I know I will. Thanks for your emails. Dreamweaver, as ever my friend, lots
of loving going out to you. Damn it boy get to writing you are so talented.
You comments in emails and at the forum are always special,
love you loads man. Underthehoodster, you are so special. I mean it when I
say I am so grateful to you for everything you have done for me. You have
had a big impact on both me and Al's life, you are special to
us both!!! *hugs from Al and me. Z8, hey hey hey matey, your comments at the
forum always make me smile, you should be earning big bucks making music
videos my friend!! Last but by no means least, the guy who
does so much work making this story readable. Mr Tim Mead, great author and
a great new friend. Your work is appreciated no ends, big thanks and hugs to
you my friend. Well if I have missed anyone then I am sorry,
it is midnight when I am writing this... and yes, I am tired.

P.s. Does this authors note at the end of the story piss anyone off? Or
should I keep it in? Answers on a postcard to stoo_bob_@hotmail.com lol,
love you all.

Love and Peace, Stoo.