The Bigger Man

You open the door. A short chunky guy with a bad stringy beard greets you. "Hey bro. Gang Beasts in the common room. You in?"

"Yep." You say, seeing an escape route.

Looking over your shoulder he calls to Charlie. "What about you bro?" There was no answer. He shrugs.

You step out of the room and close the door too swiftly behind you. It closes with a slam. The guy continues to go door to door seeing who was interested in the game. You walk to the common room to see a group of five guys, four of them playing the game on a Playstation that hadn't been there before that was hooked up to the television.

They give you a quick nod to acknowledge your entrance. You nod back and take a seat on a couch a bit further back, away from the controllers. You had no interest in playing, you had just needed to get out of the room for a while.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. You could still feel you had a half chub from the experience. Sitting by yourself you turn things over in your mind. Taking time to try to sort things out.

Someone asks if you wanted to play and you shake your head. "Nah, I'll just watch."

You think and think. These feelings were all new to you. In all your experiences you had never for a second considered yourself...that way. The more you dwell on it you slowly come to the dawning realization. It wasn't because Charlie was a man that you were attracted to him, it was because Charlie was Charlie. His gender seemed like just a detail. Now it sure didn't hurt that he was so effeminate. The image of his hot little ass flashes in your mind.

You take a deep fortifying breath. This was no different than those girls, it was just another temptation. Think about Sam, think about Sam. Think about your future with her. All those plans you had together. You'd always been together, you were meant for each other. Before long you have settled your turbulent mind. Your eyes starting to glance periodically toward the hallway toward your room. How was Charlie doing? You'd been rough on him. Once more you had been a complete asshole to the guy. You think you better to leave it settle, just for a bit longer. Both of you had been really riled up there.

You sit and begin to halfheartedly chat with the others. Most of them were focused on the bright silly game on the screen however.

Out of the corner of your eye you see someone come out from the hall. It was your roommate. His eyes were focused on you as he limped your way. He did indeed look like he had settled down after your bout of passion, much like you had just done. He takes a seat beside and smiles at you. There was a strange confidence in him, as if he knew what must be done.

"Hey Charlie." You say sheepishly.

"Hey Jonathan." He looks around to make sure no one was looking or listening in, then he pats your knee. "I just wanted to say that...what just happened. It was all my fault, okay. Don't blame yourself, don't feel bad, it wasn't you. My Mom warned me. She told me what College might be like. I didn't listen. I'm so dumb sometimes." He laughs. "I didn't even last a week before I...well...anyways."

Dumb!? This guy was a genius. "Charlie, you're not dumb. And it sure as hell wasn't all your fault."

He continues to smile. "I like you Jonathan. I'm sorry if I messed it up. I was being selfish. Why don't we try again from the beginning?"

You actually had to fight a tear from coming to your eye. Thinking back you realize Charlie had just sat there, you'd done everything, not him. You initiated everything.

You shake your head in disbelief at your treasure of a new friend. "Charlie Fox, you are a bigger man than me. Yeah, lets start this again."

The pair of you smile at one another as your friendship is forged anew. You lean over and give him a big friendly hug. It was so natural, so comfortable, so right. You'd never felt so at ease with someone...and considering all that had happened between you that day that was saying something. As you embrace you thanked whatever twist of fate had brought this wonderful little man into your life.