THE BOI AND THE BEAST: PART II
Alright, so I've given this a lot of thought, and I think the best way to go about this is to tell you about the different events that led me to where I am today.
My infatuation with Josh evolved and grew a lot over the years, to the point where visiting my friend and staying at his house became virtually unbearable.
As I grew older and matured, so too did my growing obsession.
Every time Phil's brother was around, I became a little awkward and extremely self-conscious.
By the time I reached sixteen, I wanted so very much to fall down to my knees in front of the giant muscle-god and profess my undying love for him. Of course, that didn't happen.
I was far too afraid of how it would affect my relationship with Phil, and even worse, how Josh would Josh would reject me and cut me out of his life for good.
I was a cute twink in my own right, but even so, my friend's big brother hardly seemed to acknowledge my existence.
Him being the hottest guy I'd ever seen and also being as straight as they came, I knew I had no chance whatsoever.
Luckily for me, I was wrong.
So yeah, if I had to tell you about the very first time I felt anything for Josh, I'd have to go way back to my friend Phil's thirteenth birthday.
I was only twelve at the time and this was a long time ago, so bare with me.
I have a somewhat vague recollection of accompanying Phil home from school that day.
His parents weren't home from work yet, and apparently my friend wanted to hit the shower and get himself freshened up for his birthday party later on.
While he was in the shower, I remember roaming around the place a bit before finally seating myself on his bed and turning his PS3 console on.
Before I even had the time to start up a game, Josh made his presence known by stepping out of my friend's large closet and grabbing me by the arm.
I remember gasping in surprise, and
clearly recall the disapproving look Josh gave me as he signaled for me to be quiet and dragged me off the bed and over to the closet...where he and several of his friends were apparently lying in wait for the birthday boy's arrival.
It was dark in the closet, but with some sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window, I could make out a total of four guys, besides Josh and myself. All of them being much older and much bigger than I was.
I didn't know exactly what was happening, but it didn't take a particularly bright mind to understand that they were setting up a trap for my unsuspecting friend.
Poor Phil was about to be hazed, college style!
Although I got a bit of a thrill out of watching my friend get jumped, wrestled down, duct taped to a chair and cream pied on the face, that wasn't the event that got my clock ticking, if you know what I mean.
Rather, it's what happened in the closet after Josh had pulled me in that left it's mark on my mind and eventually left me wanting more.
The assembled jocks spent a few minutes planning, chuckling and whispering about their young target's impending doom.
But it's only when we heard Phil cut the water and step out of the shower that the guys toned it down and made an effort to supress their laughter.
"Dude. What about him? What if he decides to be a dick and warn his friend?" one of the guys asked Josh, causing all eyes to suddenly converge on my puny, 5-foot frame.
I was about to profess my intention to remain quiet, but never actually got a chance to make my appeal.
An absolutely ENORMOUS arm wrapped itself around my arms and torso, and in one swift motion, I was swept up off the ground and the back of my body was pressed tight against the 6'7 muscle-god's super broad torso.
"Don't worry, bro." Josh spoke, clamping his left hand over my frightened little face. "This little twerp ain't sayin' shit."
I squirmed around and dangled my legs to try and get away. But with arms thicker than my thighs, big Josh had no trouble keeping me in check.
I instinctively tried to cry out and get a plea past my gag, but my attempts to do so were completely muffled out by the 21-year-old's unbelievably large, super thick hand.
I actually remember feeling a little scared and excited at that point.
Not only were my feet left dangling about half a meter above ground, but the incredibly huge hunk's MASSIVE hand was clamped real tight over my face, covering everything from my chin, right up to the bridge of my nose.
"
Mmmpphhh..."
Phil must've been brushing his teeth and fixing his hair up or something, 'cause he remained in the washroom for what seemed like an awful long time!
I remember crying out and trying to tell my captor that I couldn't breathe.
But my friend's ginormous older brother didn't pay me any attention and continued holding me tight and smothering me inside his huge palm.
The brutish giant had virtually no trouble keeping me quiet.
I was a bug, and with my face stuck inside his stunningly large, super thick hand, I couldn't make a peep!
This happened quite a long time ago, but what I actually remember most is struggling for air inside Josh's hand, and not being able to tell him I couldn't breathe.
I'm pretty sure I passed out at some point, 'cause I also remember him tapping my face and shaking me awake a few minutes later.
Josh had been pretty careless with me on that day.
He didn't take our size difference into consideration, and practically ended up snuffing the life out of me right then and there.
Truth be known, I didn't really care.
As soon as I'd recovered from the experience, I knew something inside me had changed.
I couldn't really explain it or put my finger on it.
All I knew is that I suddenly liked Josh.
I liked him...a lot!
