It's been four months since the night my three housemates grabbed me, held me down, stripped me, tickled me, measured me and jerked me off. It had all begun early in the year with some verbal teasing and taunting about how small I was. I am only 5'5" and shy of 100 pounds. Mark, Sam and Chad are all good looking, well-muscled jocks. Mark is the biggest at about 6'3", 220. Sam is next at 6'1", 200. Chad is the smallest, but still almost twice my size, at 6'0" 180. They called me Little Guy and poked fun at my slight stature.
Over time, the verbal torment had begun to turn physical. They pushed me around, measured my height, checked my pants and shoes for sizes and generally humiliated me. They started to wonder aloud if I was small everywhere; small hands, small feet, body size of a young boy so I probably had a small dick, right? So they planned an attack. What they soon found out, my secret, was that I am well endowed. Hung like a horse. The tape measure they had intended to humiliate me with read 11.5 inches when they ran it along my ramrod shaft. They were all in shock and awe. Not what they were expecting. In their fascination (and in an almost trance-like state) they couldn't stop touching it. They ended up absentmindedly jerking me off and despite being 21, to this day, that remains my lone sexual experience.
That night I earned their respect. No more bullying. They sometimes call me by name, Taylor, but more often they call me Big Guy. The three of them were friends before we all moved into that off campus house. I hadn't ever really fit in with them before, but now they were trying. We were on decent terms if not friends, especially with Mark and Sam.
Chad was a little standoffish with me. He had been the ring leader and instigator in the tickling and penis measuring aspects of the bullying I suffered through. Without Chad, I don't think any of that would have happened. As they had picked me up and carried me to the couch that night, it had been Chad's groping hand that found its way into my crotch. He had inadvertently discovered my big surprise before the big reveal. He had clearly expected the Little Guy to have a little dick. I suspected that maybe he was a bit self-conscious about his own size and that he wanted someone else's extra small size to make him feel better. Either that, or maybe Chad was gay. I figured it was one or both of those things. Since that night Chad had been cordial with me, but tended to generally avoid me if possible.
I still haven't told them, or anyone else in my life for that matter, that I'm gay. I am just not ready for that yet. Once I'm finished with school and living an adult life out on my own, I will come out and live an open life. Until then, I just have a little more than year to make it through. I've been fine for 21 years so far. I can make it one more.
As Spring break week approached, Mark, Sam and Chad planned to borrow Mark's dad's SUV and drive down to Florida to spend time on the beaches and maybe hit up a theme park or two. They wanted a fourth person to help share the expenses and they asked me. I had been working hard all year with a crazy schedule between classes, labs and my job. I could use a vacation to decompress before the big push toward end of the year finals. If we drove instead of flying, stayed at cheap motels and spent most of our days on the beach, it wouldn't be too expensive. I had just enough extra money to be able to afford the trip and still pay my bills. I surprised myself by accepting their invitation. As much as I did need a vacation, an even bigger factor in my decision to go was that I hate my family and my hometown. Being with Mark, Sam and Chad was definitely the lesser of the two evils and hopefully I'd have some fun.
We figured it would take about 20 hours of driving to get there. To maximize our time we decided to drive straight through. The plan was that we would each drive a five hour shift. With meals and restroom breaks, we figured 24 hours total. We would leave at 8:00am that first Saturday, arrive Sunday morning, spend six full days and finally drive back all day the second Saturday.
As it turned out, Mark and Sam had been friends first, long before Chad had joined their threesome. Mark and Sam were always paired up. That left me with Chad. Great. The one who had been my main tormentor and who I now barely spoke with was the one I'd be next to all week. This trip might have been a big mistake. What had I gotten myself into?
When we began our trip, I volunteered to drive the first leg (with Chad riding shotgun at my side). We had decided before the trip began that the driver would be allowed to pick the music. I liked classic alternative and we listened mostly to First Wave on XM while I drove. I know I'm a little young for that music, but that's what I like. For five hours we had been serenaded by The Police, The Cars, The Pretenders, Blodie and many, many more. By 1:00, when my shift was over, we had made it to southern New Jersey and we decided to stop at a Denny's for a cheap lunch. When I turned off the engine, My Sharona was cut off mid song, right in the guitar solo.
It was crowded and we had to wait for a table. Even though it was still cold up north in late March, we had decided not pack any cold weather clothes. We wanted to make sure there was enough room in the back of the SUV for a cooler and a week's worth of warm weather necessities for four young men. All four of us were shivering slightly in our shorts and t-shirts as all of the other customers were all wearing winter coats.
As we stood waiting, I couldn't help but keep glancing at Chad. He had been an asshole to me and by far the worst of the three of them, but, while they were all good looking, Chad was the hottest. He had dirty blond hair that was purposely messed just right on top of his head. His eyes were a deep blue and I would have to turn away whenever he looked right at me. I couldn't wait to get to the beach and see him shirtless. I didn't want to be attracted to him, but I couldn't help it...I was. Presently, I was looking at his feet. He was wearing white Under Armour crew socks that came half way up his calf and had the logo stitched in black just below the top of the sock. His sneakers were old, worn white Adidas classics that were a bit tattered and graying with age. I couldn't help but want to get into those shoes and socks and explore his big feet. What was wrong with me?
Our table was finally ready and, of course, Mark and Sam took one side of the booth leaving the other side for Chad and I. I slid in first and Chad followed. The booth was not big and it was a snug fit. For the duration of the meal, Chad's smooth, strong leg was pressed against mine. I thought he had enough room that this wasn't completely necessary, but I was still chilly and the warmth was nice. The feel of another guy's leg against mine was not bad either. I had to be careful to not pop a boner. There would be no way to be discrete with my monstrous size.
