Big in his own Way 02

Chase wasn’t sure why Greg had brought three pairs of clothes to the gym. Sure he’d decided to hulk out of Chases’ small clothes but was that really planned? Chase’s face blushed. He shook his head trying to clear the thought out of it. ‘No he didn’t do that. He wouldn’t.’ His face turned an even deeper crimson. ‘He did…’

“C’mon big guy. Hop in,” Greg patted the passenger seat of his big blue truck. He smiled broadly, his eyes staring down at a confused Chase.

“But I thought I drove here?” Chase had a vivid memory of his bright red convertible. He could remember just washing it. All the girls loved trying to get a ride in it. Then he’d give them a special ride in back.

Greg laughed, “Nah man. I drove. I can’t fit in that dinky little smart car.” He flexed his massive bicep for Chase. That’s right… Greg had been way too big to fit into his car. He’d always gotten something fairly small and compact. Easier to maintain and handle.

He revved the engine of the car, “C’mon get in. I think it’s time to tell the family.”

Chase maneuvered his way up into the truck. He always felt like he had to jump to get up into the truck. He wasn’t that short, just about 5’7”, but the truck was so tall. He buckled himself in and realized what Greg had just said, “Tell the family!? Woah. Woah. Woah. We don’t have to do anything that drastic. I don’t think it’s time yet.” Chase’s voice started to shake. He tried to act like he wasn’t nervous. His body was betraying him. It was like he couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’ll be okay,” Greg voice tried soothing his boyfriend. He put one of his hands on Chases’ legs. “Really it’ll be fine. I’ll make sure everything goes perfectly.”

“But we’ve only just started dating!”

“It’s been like 3 years man. We’ve been dating since we graduated. Well officially.” Greg tilted his head. “Officially, between the two of us… Does that count?” he asked rhetorically.

Chase was starting to worry again. Leg started bouncing more furiously. “But…”

“There’s no need to worry.” Greg sounded so confident about this. He always was. Being a freaking massive football player probably helped him a lot. Not many people would want to mess with someone his size. That’s how he was able to be so successful. No one dared to make fun of him. And once Chase started hanging around him, he was surprised that received the same kind of treatment.

“Okay…” Chase’s voice trailed off knowing that Greg was right. 

“Sweet!” Greg celebrated. ‘He must have wanted to do this for a long time…’ Chase thought. He couldn’t really be mad. They had been dating for a long time. Greg had been such a good boyfriend to him over the last couple of years. But it still felt like they’d just gotten back together. Chase tried to reason with himself. He’d not thought about how long they really had been together. It was easier to lie about it that way. The time just seemed to sneak up on him. 

Everything about it still made him nervous though. He knew Greg had some kind of plan he just didn’t know what it was. His confident, well sometimes cocky, boyfriend always knew how to make things better though. He’d been able to smooth out almost everything. But Chase was still really nervous about his family. 

Even though the drive wasn’t too long, Chase dreaded almost every second of it. Thinking about his family it was going to be hard. None of them would like hearing about this. Even if Greg was a great guy with a good job they’d find a reason to be mad. Even if that reason was that Greg was a man. 

“Yo! Anybody home?” Greg called. Chase shook in fear of the answer. Even if he knew his boyfriend was there he wasn’t sure if he was ready to come out yet.

“Dah fuck you want?” he heard his brother call back. 

Greg leaned over to Chase, “Got our first one.” He had such an evil smile on his face. Chase just wanted to smack it off. It was his younger brother. At 19 he’d given up on pursuing college. It was too hard and they expected him to actually turn his assignments in. Instead he was just going to work at the run down drive in until dad would finally kick him out. Their dad probably would have kicked him out by now if he knew that though.

Chase followed closely behind Greg as he walked into the living room. ‘Dang it,’ Chase thought to himself seeing Zac’s friend here too. The two had always been really annoying. In spite of their lazy demeanor they still loved to ‘play pranks’ on him while they were over. The amount of time they’d spend was far more than it’d ever take to finish an assignment for class. Chase quickly learned to invite Greg over more so they wouldn’t do anything or just not come home when he knew Zac was there.

“Hey,” Greg plopped down on the couch. He grabbed a controller almost expecting to play the next round. “Wanna play?” he tossed another controller to Chase.

“Faggots don’t get to play,” Zac said. His friend laughed. 

Chase hung his head down. “Greg…” he looked over at his boyfriend and was ready to go. But Greg didn’t seem to care. He glared at the back of Zac’s head.

“Then why do you two get to play?” Greg seemed to wait for a response. The two stopped playing if only for a second. “What? It’s just a joke…”

Zac and his friend looked over at each other. “Fine. We’ll do multiplayer next. One game. If you lose then you leave us alone. Got it?” 

“Sure,” Greg smiled. “Sounds like fun.”

“Greg…” Chase leaned into his boyfriend. “I’m not sure this is a good idea… Zac gets pretty competitive when he plays these games…”

“Don’t worry,” Greg gave the other man a kiss to the forehead. “You’ll do fine. It’s just a game.” Chase was still a little nervous as he watched his brother and friend rack up kill after kill after kill. But feared what would happen if somehow they were able to win. Just would his brother have in store for him then?

“Alright,” Zac said backing out to the main menu. “First to 10 kills? Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Greg smiled, “Don’t want to let your slaughter last too long.” Chase could tell his brother was gritting his teeth. But the game started. Chase had played this game a few times but really didn’t know what to do. All he could do is run away. He looked over at Chase’s screen and was really surprised. It was like every time Zac or his friend tried to do anything Greg was there and killed them. The two didn’t stand a chance. Even by himself, Greg was able to compete better than them together.

Greg lined up a shot. He fired. “And that’s ten,” Greg said.

“Again,” Zac said through his teeth. He was looking at the points and seeing the only kills he got were against his stupid brother.

“Again?” Greg smiled. “Mad you got your ass beat by a faggot?” He paused watching Zac try to contain his anger. “Or is it because you really liked it?”

Zac’s face went red with anger. “Again. 20 points.”

“Sure thing,” Greg taunted. “Just get the lube ready.”

“Greg…” Chase leaned in to Greg, “Don’t taunt him. It’s just going to make him angrier.”

Greg leaned down. “Don’t worry about it bud. They won’t even score a point this time. Just stay next to me and I’ll handle everything else.” He rustled his boyfriend’s hair. It did help comfort him but this was his brother they were talking about. If Greg wasn’t such a muscle bound beast then Zac would have probably tried to kick the shit out of him by now. But instead he just grit his teeth and hit start again.

“Shut the fuck up man,” Zac turned around. “You’re not that good. So quit bragging. It was a lucky first game. That’s it.” Zac went to the setting and adjusted them. He quickly hit start.

“Then how about we make this more interesting. Winner gets to top the loser,” Greg was definitely getting under Chase’s brother’s skin. He was about to stop Greg but was hushed before he said anything. Greg's big hand just rubbed his leg trying to calm him down. Despite his protests he stayed quiet as Greg rounded up a fifth point. “You know I guess I didn’t realize just how much you like having your ass beaten,” Greg had an evil smile as he said it. Chase looked over, visibly nervous. His brother hated when people shit talked him.

“What?” Zac’s voice was low and threatening. 

“Oh c’mon buddy. You know what I’m talking about,” Greg gave him a bit of a nudge with his foot. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you’re getting a little hard right now just thinking about it.”

Zac adjusted himself. “Thinking about what?”

“Me beating that sweet ass of yours,” Greg smiled again. Zac dropped his controller in frustration. Greg’s character shot him again. “Can’t win if you don’t play,” Greg teased. 

“Dude. C’mon I can’t win by myself…” Zac’s friend whined.

Zac scoffed as he grabbed his controller again. “Whatever. We’ll see what happens when we win.”

“I think you mean 'if we win.' And by the looks of it that’s not going to happen,” another point went to Greg’s team. “Just saying I know how much you like taking it up the ass. Is that why you didn’t want to quit? Cause you wanted me to make it a little more interesting. You know even I was joking when I said winner gets top right? Cause it feels like you’re losing on purpose.” He killed Zac’s character again. “Why don’t you actually try playing the game?” Each taunt was eating at his brother. Zac wasn’t used to losing, especially this badly.

Zac and his friend were killed again. Somehow Greg was an amazing sniper. Chase didn’t think he’d ever seen his boyfriend play this game before but he seemed to know everything about it. Not to mention they were getting more reckless. They weren’t even trying to hide anymore.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you?” Greg waited for a response. “C’mon. I know you’re buddy knows what I’m talking about. He was there. Right behind you the whole time. I mean you and him kept it a pretty good secret but with how many times I caught you it seemed like you didn’t like it staying that way.”

“Quit talking like such a faggot. You didn’t see anything.”

“I didn’t see anything?” another point for Greg’s team. “So when you’re in the shower and your friend pushes you up against the wall and then you let out a loud feminine moan as his cock presses up against your asshole. Then puts his weight against your back as he thrusts in and out. Little by little. Pumping more and more as his rhythm starts to speed up. All the while you keep begging him to 'go faster.' 'Go harder.' 'Make me your bitch.' All the while you spew cum against the cold ceramic walls of the school shower. Was that something that I just imagined? Cause honestly when I saw it, it was pretty hot.”

Zac and his friend completely froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m dating Stephanie. I’d never cheat on her with someone like… like… Henry.”

Greg still had the biggest grin on his face. He had just revealed something the two thought was still hidden. “Ok,” his laugh was so smug. “You can be with Stephanie all you want. I’m just telling you what I saw. And that doesn’t include the time I saw you in the locker room. Or the time in the janitor’s closest. Or the back of your truck.” Henry and Zac passed concerned looks. “Like I know it’s fun to be ballsy, but in the parking lot of the college. That’s just a little too much.”

“It’s not like that!” Zac shouted.

“It’s not? I don’t know,” Greg taunted, “Cause I don’t know many straight guys who love it up the ass as much as you. I mean I had to pretty much beg Doug not to go around spreading it when he saw. But he was too busy laughing at how, ‘Mr. Manly Zac Henderson got a 2 inch dick.’” 

“It’s that small?” Chase questioned.

“NO!” Zac shouted. “It’s not that small.”

“Should I give Doug a call? Cause I’m sure he’d love to laugh at you all over again.” Greg pulled out his phone. “Cause I can.”

“No. Don’t,” Zac whimpered. "Don't..." 

“It’s alright man,” Henry said trying to comfort Zac. 

Zac glared back at his friend. “It’s not alright! He fucking saw everything! What’s Steph going to think?”

“She doesn’t have to know!”

“But if Greg knows and… If Doug know…” his voice softened. “If Doug knows the whole school probably knows. He fucking hates me!”

Greg finally chimed in, “Nah man, Doug’s a good guy. He didn’t tell anyone.”

“How do you know!”

“Just cause,” Greg smiled.

Zac gave a sarcastic agreeing grunt. “So now what? Is that all you wanted? Just to make fun of me?”

“Nah man,” Greg laughed. “Just wanted you to stop calling you’re little brother a faggot. Got it? Cause it’s really fucking annoying since we’re dating.” Greg got in the last kill finishing the game. “Got it?”

“Got it…” Zac said.