Little Guy with a Big Surprise Pt. 04

As it was I was already concerned about being separated from Chad for the summer. His home in Harford was less than two hours away from our school in Boston and he had said he would come visit me some weekends. He had a seasonal summer job he returned to each year, but his weekends were mostly free. Now, if I couldn't afford to stay in Boston... What was I going to do.?

I grew up in southern Georgia and I never felt like I belonged. I was bullied my whole life, both for being the smallest guy in my class and for being smart, or "weird". I couldn't wait to get out of there and my family didn't seem to care that I was gone. What would I do now? Even if I bit the bullet and called them, would they want me or even let me come home for the summer? And if I did, would I find a job down there? I would need to save money over the summer. If I didn't, would I even be able to return to school in the fall?

I didn't share my concerns with Chad until he dragged it out of me. He could tell over that next week that I was troubled by something. Chad already knew about my family. How I never fit in and they didn't understand me. He didn't realize my financial situation or that I would be forced to go home. I told him, "If I knew then what I know now, I would not have agreed to go on that Spring Break trip. Even though it wasn't very expensive, I could have used the money now."

Chad looked hurt, "We got together on that trip. If you hadn't gone, we might never have..." he trailed off.

I was sorry I said that. That trip and our time together meant the world to me. I said, "Of course, I am glad we had that week. But you have to realize that if I go back to Georgia, there is at least a 50/50 chance that I'll never come back. Everything that I worked so hard for will be gone, including my future. Most people in that damned town never get out. They are born there and they die there. I never wanted to go back."

He was genuinely concerned and he tried to help me find a solution that would keep me in Boston. I simply didn't make enough money at my job to support alternative living quarters. I told Chad I'd have no choice but to call my family. I still had a few weeks, so Chad asked me to hold off. He said that you never know. An opportunity we couldn't see now might pop up. I didn't think so, but I waited anyway. Putting off the call I dreaded making was easy to do.

The end of that week had arrived. There were only two more weeks left of school. Two more weeks and I'd be homeless for the summer. Unless I went home to Georgia. That Saturday morning I told Chad I'd call home tomorrow and try to work things out with my folks. I didn't want to, but what choice did I have? No magical solution had "popped up" and I was running out of both options and time. I was due in for a shift at work. I wanted to stay with Chad in the safety of his strong arms, but I had to go. I only had a couple more weeks with him before we'd be separated for three months...or forever if I couldn't come back.

I got back from my shift around 10:30 at night to a seemingly empty house. Mark and Sam were apparently out. I stopped by Chad's room first, but it was empty. Where was he? Maybe he had accepted the inevitable end of our time together and he moved on. He didn't owe me anything. I had no right to expect him to be here. I made my way to my own room, opened the door and there he was. He wasn't lying naked on my bed with a rose clenched in his teeth or anything, but the sight of him made my heart flutter and I felt my eyes well up.

He had set up an intimate, though makeshift, meal for two on my desk. Just a couple tacos from the place I like in town and two bottles of water. He stood there, still dressed from the day, and offered me a seat. He said, "I know when you work the late shift, you don't always eat." He smiled and sat next to me.

I was starving and I devoured my taco as we sat in silence. When we finished, Chad turned 90 degrees and faced me in his chair. He said, "Don't make that call tomorrow."

I turned away. I didn't want him to see me cry again. "I don't want to but I have no choice."

He spun my chair so that I faced him. He took my small hands in his big ones and said, "Look at me."

I looked and tear rolled down my cheek.

Chad wiped it away and continued, "I want you to come home with me for the summer. I've already talked to my parents. They understand the situation and they are happy to have you."

I smiled at him. It was nice to know he cared. Really nice. But I didn't want to be a burden on him or his family. "That's really sweet, but it's too much of an imposition. It's not like it's just for a weekend. I don't want to be a charity case," or anyone's social cause. That didn't come out exactly how I had heard it in my head. I meant no offense, but I also took pride in self-reliance and my independence.

Chad's hopeful expression fell to a frown. "What do you think? That every person who needs a little support, a little help, is a charity case? That they are weak?" He continued to hold my hands and moved past my blunder. "Taylor, you are the strongest person I know."

I scoffed, "What are you talking about?"

He said, "There are different kinds of strengths. You are independent. Your whole life, everything you have, everything you achieved, you earned it all. You worked your ass off for that full scholarship. You planned your escape since middle school. You set goals for yourself and you achieved each one. You studied, worked a part-time job, saved your money, bought a car, earned a scholarship and drove away from that town and those people, never looking back. That was three years ago and I'm not going to let you look back now. And I won't let you lose the life that you earned."

I squirmed a little in my seat as he went on, "I've spent the last week making some arrangements. Hear me out. I already told you my parents are on board. My sister is cool with it too. She thinks you're cute. And 'good for me', whatever that means." He smiled and so did I. "Our house has a basement apartment. It has its own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living space. You are invited to be as included in the family as you want to be, but you have your own space as often as you want as well. My family really liked you when they met you last week. When I gave them the full background of your story, they were very impressed."

I tried to respond, "This is all beyond generous, but..."

"I said, 'hear me out'. I also talked to my boss at my summer job. One of the regular guys is graduating this month and won't be back for the summer. There is an open spot and it's yours if you want it. It's a full 40 hours a week at $15 an hour. You'll be making more money than you would have at your regular job and you'll have less expenses. This is not charity. It is a real job with hard work."

I knew that Chad's summer job was with a landscaping company. It worked out perfectly because their busy season matched up exactly with the dates of summer break from school. I was beginning to think this might actually work out. I asked, "What about all of your friends back home? You just recently came out to your family. You have a town full of old high school friends who know you as a girl magnet. Who will I be and what will they think of me?"

His blue eyes bore deep into my brown ones, "You know who you are. I spent a lot of time this past week talking to a lot of people. I have messaged people on Snapchat, on Instagram, I texted and I even sent a few emails and made a few phone calls. Everyone important to me is now aware of my situation...and our relationship. They were surprised, but understanding. Look at how Mark and Sam reacted. They didn't care, and they're morons. The bottom line is, we won't be pretending to be college friends or roommates. We will be us...together, no hiding."

His stare intensified and his grip on my hands tightened. "Taylor, everyone needs a little help sometimes. The support of those around them. It's not charity or a sign of weakness. You are important to me and now, to my family as well. This is what people do for each other. They help each other out. Like it or not, you're not in this alone anymore. You're stuck with me."

For the moment the whole world seemed to shrink down to the size of this gorgeous, generous man in front of me. In my whole life nobody has ever cared for me or lifted the slightest finger to offer me help or guidance (save for a couple of scattered teachers and school counsellors). Chad had thought this through. He put a lot of effort into his plan. He really cared. My lower lip quivered and he stopped it by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a deep kiss.

As we kissed I felt tears on my cheeks and I realized that they weren't mine. We pulled apart and Chad's eyes were red and wet. He said, "If you left and never came back, I don't know what I would do. It would have been hard enough to just be apart for the summer. You know, you're not just my friend, or my boyfriend, or even my lover -- you are the man that I...I mean I...I love you!" Another tear spilled from the pool in his left eye.

Neither of us had said those words out loud yet, but I had been feeling it for weeks now. My own tear mirrored his and I said, "I love you too!" We kissed again and I dissolved into him. We groped each other as we made our way to my bed. Our four hands seemed like at least eight as we explored the other's bodies while never breaking the kiss. Somehow we ended up out of our clothes and we panted in passion. We had many encounters together by this point but this one was the most intense and sensual experience yet. I thought we were still alone in the house, but I buried my face in my pillow as I screamed out in orgasm, just in case.

Afterwards, we laid there, spent and drained. I was curled against his masculine frame and I told him that I would love to go home with him for the summer.

The next day I talked to my boss about having to leave town for a few months. I was concerned about not having a job to come back to. I would still need to work when I moved back for the fall semester. My boss was cool with it. He promised to keep my spot open and waiting for me. Everything was falling into place.

Those last couple of weeks flew by. Before we knew it we had taken our last finals. Since we were moving right back in at the end of the summer, we were allowed to leave whatever we felt comfortable leaving behind in the house. Chad and I decided to pack mostly just clothes and shoes. Because of this, everything fit in my car so Chad rode with me and his parents were saved the trip of picking him up.

The drive was less than 2 hours so there was no need to split the drive time. Besides, if I drove the whole way, I got to control the music. For some inexplicable reason, Chad likes Country Music. No matter how much I love Chad, I will always hate his music choice. He is not a huge fan of the Classic Alternative that I like either, but hey, too bad. We rocked out to late 70's/early 80's New Wave and Punk the whole way.

We arrived at Chad's house and I was in awe of the beautiful neighborhood he lived in. Hartford Connecticut was lightyears from the poor southern Georgia town I grew up in. The house was nice too. It was clean, spacious and everything seemed to be in working order, unlike the rundown mess of my youth. I unpacked my clothes in my room in the lower level apartment and stretched out on the bed. It was the most comfortable bed I'd ever been on.

Chad's mom had made a welcome home dinner and we feasted on filet mignon, salad and baked potatoes. I could get used to this. After dinner, we played a few family games while we talked. Chad's family asked me all about my classes, my job, my future plans. They did not ask me about my family. I figured Chad had prepped them ahead of time and asked that they steer clear of that subject.

Chad's sister had recently turned 18 and was graduating from high school in two weeks. She would be going away to a different college at the end of the summer. She was interested in the Sciences and was considering Chemistry for a major, so she had a lot of questions for me. She was a nice kid and I enjoyed her company.

As it began to get late, I headed downstairs to my space. Chad followed me down and we sat on the couch and turned on the tv. I turned to him and said, "Your family is great."

He replied, "I know. I'm lucky."

I leaned against him. "We haven't talked about 'being together' while we're here. Are we going to have to abstain for three months or do we revert to sneaking around late at night like we used to?"

Chad laughed. "This isn't an episode of Three's Company." I was never much of a tv person and I didn't get the reference. He continued, "My parents are cool with whatever. It's more private down here than upstairs in my room, so whenever you want my company, I'd rather join you down here. My bedroom shares a wall with my sister's room...so..."

I cringed, "I get it. First of all, just assume I 'want your company' every night. If you need a break from me, feel free to take a night off upstairs."

Chad grinned and pulled me in tighter, "Unlikely," was all he said.

I went on, "Secondly, are you sure your parents are okay with this? It's one thing inviting me to stay over as a house guest. It's quite another thing to have sex with their son in their house. They don't have rules we have to follow?"

Chad laughed again. "We're both 21 years old, Taylor. We are grown adults. Well, at least I'm grown, but we're both adults." I couldn't help laughing but I elbowed him in the ribs too. He groaned and feigned injury. He continued, "It's not like we're 14 and they're yelling up the stairs to keep my door open as we play in my room. They know we are consenting adults involved in a loving, physical relationship. I made that clear to them when I talked about bringing you home for the summer. They will respect our space and privacy and we will respect theirs. They understand."

We were looking each other in the eyes. His piercing blue eyes. "Whew. I hated the sneaking around and especially the disappointment on the nights it didn't happen. Maybe we should go deflower the bedroom?"

Chad smiled, clicked off the tv that we hadn't watched at all and we retired for the night.

Work started first thing Monday morning. They gave me an olive green short sleeved, buttoned shirt with the company logo on the breast pocket to wear with the shorts or jeans and shoes of my choice. The job was mostly physical work. Mowing lawns, trimming edges, pushing full wheel barrows, spreading wood chips etc. I am not a big, strong guy, but I didn't mind the physical work. It felt good to work outside and use my hands and it paid well.

I was also glad that most of the time, Chad and I work apart from each other. The times that I saw him, I could see his contoured, muscular shoulders and arms working beneath his tight fitting shirt that was short on his 6' frame. Whenever he would reach out his arms, his shirt rode up a little exposing a strip of tanned smooth abdomen and back that caused a stirring in my pants. This was not the time or place for an erection and I didn't to be distracted from my work. I wanted to do a good job and earn my pay. We would have evenings and weekends together all summer. Working independently from him was for the best.

The evening of that first day of work, my feet were sore. It was after dinner and we were downstairs on the couch streaming an episode of Three's Company because I had made the mistake of telling Chad that I didn't know the show. The silly situations in the show were a little contrived, but it actually was kind of funny. Chad had noticed me hobbling a bit earlier, so now he pulled my legs onto his lap and began to untie my oldest sneakers that I purposely wore for the outside work. A foot rub would have been fantastic, but I worried about the effects of the long day.

I said, "Maybe I need a shower before you do that. They're probably a bit rank."

Chad replied, "You're fine. Just relax." Once my shoes were off, he pulled my socks off and I felt the cool air of the room on my damp, exposed soles. He began to massage and I couldn't help letting out a soft moan. "You know, you really should wear work boots for this job. They would provide better support and you won't be as sore. We could stop at the store tomorrow after work."

I said, "Sounds good. By the end of the summer, I'll probably need a new pair of sneakers too. These are really old."

Chad held my small left foot in his hand, turning and inspecting it. He said, "You know, maybe we could save you some money. We could check the attic where my parents keep my baby stuff-" he burst out in laughter before he could finish his sentence.

I laughed too. "It's funny that you would want to play the size shaming game with me. I'm pretty sure you'd be headed for a loss." I hoped I hadn't crossed a line, but he laughed even harder.

"Good one," then he pretended to be hurt. "Ouch. You know what I do when my feelings get hurt? I get revenge!" He held both of my ankles together in just his left hand and with his right hand he raked up and down both of my soles. I couldn't wriggle out of his grip. He was tickling me just enough so that I would not scream out and alarm the whole house, but also enough to drive me crazy. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, his sister Lizzie walked into the room.

Chad released my imprisoned feet and I sat back upright on the couch. It was a little embarrassing, but at least I was free from Chad's evil, unrelenting attack. Lizzie stayed for the next episode of Three's Company. I quickly noticed that the show had a formula. There always seemed to be some type of misunderstanding that involved a sexual innuendo.

We chatted casually during the show and when it ended, she said good night and left. Chad picked my feet back up and proceeded to give me the massage without any further tickling. I was tired from the long day of outside work and I accidentally fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was still on the couch, but I had been covered with a blanket. Chad was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he went to his own room.

The next day I apologized for falling asleep on him. He was understanding and said it was no big deal. We did stop at the shoe store after work that day. When we walked in, the sales person asked if we needed help and Chad said, "Yeah, where are the little boys' shoes?"

I warned him, "Watch it," but he was flashing me that crooked grin of his that turned me to mush and I couldn't help but smile back. I bought a good pair of work boots and we headed home for dinner.

That evening it was my shoulders, arms and back that were sore. Chad took me to the bedroom, closed and locked the door so that there would no surprise visitors this time and he pulled my shirt off. I don't think my skinny body is attractive, but Chad's eyes danced all around me as took in the sight. He told me to lie on my stomach and he proceeded to give me a long, deep massage that unknotted and relaxed me. I made sure to NOT fall asleep this time. When he finished the massage he rolled me over onto my back and said, "Every massage needs a happy ending." He walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and removed something that I hadn't seen since our week in Florida for Spring Break.

It was the fleshlight. He had said that it had taken some effort to find one that was extra-large to accommodate my size. He must have packed it and snuck it in that drawer without my noticing. He didn't bother warming it this time, but he did have a tube of lubrication. Chad does a good job with his hands and mouth. I have no complaints. The fleshlight is a different sensation though. It is all-encompassing. It is a nice change of pace. He pulled down my shorts and saw that I was already hard in anticipation. He said, "There's my nightstick," as I pulsed and pointed straight up.