Things Get Bad

Peter spent the majority of the day out, buying books, reading and doing what sightseeing he could. It was only when the sun went down and he started running low on money that he realized he had to go back. He hated the nervous butterflies in his stomach at the idea of having to deal with Sharif's newest insult.

As he rode the elevator Peter determined he was not going to be bullied. So what Sharif was bigger? What would he do, beat Peter up? They were adults and roommates, Sharif was definitely all bluster. He was a bully and the best way to overcome a bully was to stand up to him.

When he entered the dorm he immediately noticed two things. Sharif had bought what looked to be a large and expensive reclining chair that dominated the center of the room. And it smelled like a skunk.

"What..." Peter was going to ask what the chair was doing there and hesitated before changing course. "What's that smell?"

The chair swiveled to reveal Sharif clad in baggy mesh shorts and a tank top. On his lap was a magazine and huge bag of weed. He was putting the finishing touches on what looked to be an epic sized joint.

"That my friend is the finest kush from California. " Sharif's tongue, huge and cow-like extended out to put the final touch on his project.

"Come come, let's smoke this together. " Sharif said, showing far more enthusiasm and friendliness than he had before.

He pulled over a smaller chair, almost a stool so Peter could sit across from him. Peter glanced at his desk chair which would have been a little more comfortable.

"Come, sit. " Sharif gestured with one large hand to the stool, while lighting the joint with the other.

Peter shrugged and complied, more concerned with the illegality at hand.

"We could get in trouble. " Peter said, waving a plume of smoke Sharif directed towards him.

"Nonsense. I've disabled the smoke alarms, and it's only a bit of a joint, not heroin. Besides, my father donated enough money to the school, no one will DARE to touch ME. Here. " Sharif offered Peter the joint with a look that was more of a demand than a question

Peter had smoked once, just a puff from one of the stoner kids at school and he never liked the way it made him feel. This time was no different. He took a tiny drag and began to cough trying to hand it back to Sharif.

"Again. " Sharif ordered, "Deeper this time. "

Peter looked at him through shaded eyelids, the smoke stinging both his lungs and his eyes. But he did as told taking another longer drag. He coughed less this time but his head began to swim and he felt heavy.

"Good. " Sharif said slowly, nodding.

He took back the joint taking an immensely deep pull, his huge chest ballooning out before exhaling a widening cloud around Peter. He leaned forward slowly, elbows on knees to address Peter.

"Why did you not tell me you are a faggot?" He asked very seriously.

Peter's entire body shook as he was wracked by stunned coughs. Sharif eyed him flatly waiting. Finally the attack subsided.

"I. I. I am not...gay. " Peter insisted.

"Do not lie to me Peter, NEVER lie to me," he said darkly, "You should have told me. You could have emailed me or told me when I arrived last night."

"I AM NOT GAY!" Peter shrieked stamping his foot.

"Do not raise your voice." Sharif leaned back in his chair, taking another pull on his joint.

"Calm down Peter. Why do you lie though? You do yourself a disservice lying to me. I see the way you look at me, like all the girls do. Especially when I am undressed. It is okay to be a faggot Peter, but you need to tell me. " Sharif said calmly and matter of factly.

Though the way he said "it is okay" made it seem like it was certainly NOT okay.

Peter stared at Sharif for a moment, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating. Finally after too long a pause where Sharif continued to stare at him with those black eyes he spoke.

"Sharif you must have misunderstood. I am not gay. I am very very straight. " he insisted though under the gaze of the larger boy it sounded weak.

"Then why do you stare at my cock like a hungry woman ?" Sharif asked bluntly.

Peter didn't know what to do. He'd never dealt with someone like Sharif and the weed....it made it hard to think. The only thing he could think to do is tell the truth.

"It's just....well....it looks so BIG...I've never seen anything...."

Sharif barked a quick deep laugh.

"Yes it is, I am a man after all. Here, Peter stand up. " he gestured with a big hand for Peter to rise.

Peter stood up off his stool slowly confused.

Sharif leaned forward again exhaling a plume of smoke.

"Now strip. " he ordered