The Wishing Stone Part 03

I headed towards the front of the building, just to see what Allen was up to. Lance pushed past me holding a new pair of shorts and underwear. “Sorry dude,” he called back as he headed towards the bathroom. I just ignored it. I wasn’t about to mess with someone his size. 

Allen was outside just standing there. “Hey there bud,” he grinned at me. “How’s it going?”

“Not too bad…” I replied. “But really what did you send Lance? Cause whatever it was had him going wild…” 

“I told you. It was a dick pick,” he laughed. 

I just rolled my eyes. “If you don’t want to tell me I guess it doesn’t matter. But what are you doing here?”

“Uhh… Delivering shorts to my boyfriend?” he said it like I should have already known. I guess it made sense thinking about it. Lance had just started running off with a brand new pair of shorts and underwear.

“Wait… Boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I try not to go showing my dick off to just anybody. But if you wanna see…?” Allen bumped his shoulder into me, prodding for an answer.

“I’m good… Still didn’t realize you’d get so close so quickly,” I said. Thinking about it I couldn’t remember Allen really dating anyone before. He was a bit of a homebody and didn’t go out all that much. “Still a pretty good score for your first boyfriend though.”

“You think?” he acted like I didn’t know he had a thing for jocks. It was totally obvious the way he looked at the guys working out. Besides I’d seen his Youtube recommendations and there’s no way he was going through all those videos just for workout advice. “Guess so…” he grinned.

“Mmmhmm… I know how much you like jocks. But I guess I can’t really blame you… If I was more like Lance I could probably get someone like Christine to actually like me. I just feel like it’s just a pity date…” I didn’t know why I was opening up right now. I guess I just felt a little weird about it tonight. She’d never even thought about asking someone out like me but she did. 

“You think?” Allen asked again. He at least sounded a little concerned about it.

“I don’t know man… I guess? It doesn’t matter. I’ll just wing it tonight. I doubt it’s meant to be but I might as well try.” I flexed my thin gangly arms, “’sides who can deny a body like this.”

It got Allen to laugh and that was just my goal. “Alright bud. Guess you’re right.” Allen gave me a friendly slap to the arm and headed back to our dorm. There seemed to be a pep in his step and I couldn’t really tell why. He turned around for a second and I saw that same mischievous grin. I knew he was planning something I just didn’t know what it was.

“Whatever,” I groaned and headed back inside. Lance nearly bumped into me as he was coming out of the bathroom. “Woah there big guy. Careful.” The 6’6” giant could have easily taken me out if I wasn’t careful. Every time I saw him he seemed to get a little bigger. I just put it up to my imagination. It’s not like he could put on another 10 pounds just by switching his shorts. 

“Sorry man,” his hand went behind his head and he just looked down at me. “Didn’t see you there…” He paused as his mind drifted to something else. I could see his dick hardening again and guessed it must have been about Allen. “Thanks for giving me the phone number. Really appreciate it… If there’s anything I can do just ask.”

“Actually…” before today I would never have asked someone like him for advice. But if I had someone like Christine going out on a date tonight I figured I’d need a few pointers. “You know Christine right?”

“Chambers? Yeah. Like she’s dated a couple of the guys on the football team. What about her?” 

“I’ve got a date with her tonight. Just looking for some pointers…” 

“OOOO! Lucky boy!” Lance gave me a fake celebration, with a few fake punches added.

I suddenly regretted asking. It just felt so embarrassing having to ask for dating advice from someone like Lance. He’d obviously been around the block a few times but how he reacted to Allen I started to even wonder if I was hyping up what he was a little bit too much. ‘Maybe he’s just finding himself,’ I reasoned to myself. “You know never mind… Don’t worry about it.”

“Wha? No way man. I’ll give you some tips. No need to be so shy about it!” he pulled me into a hug underneath his arm. I was surprised how snuggly I fit under there. Lance let go and looked up and down my body. “Alright. First things first. She doesn’t like a guy without any confidence. So you gotta at least look confident. Standup straight.”

I followed the command not even realizing why I was tilting over so much. It seemed stupid not to be standing up straight. It’s so bad for your back that I wasn’t even sure why I was doing it. “Ok, I think I can do that.” I started to wonder why I was being so paranoid about this. Normally I wouldn’t feel so self-conscience about something like this. If she didn’t like me, she didn’t like me. “What else? I mean I know she usually goes for jocks but…”

“True… She really likes the football players. I think she likes their size more than the game though. Like I remember Scott always said how much she loved feeling him up. He’d usually do a few pushups before going out with her just so she’d feel him up a little more.”

“Alright… But how often did he workout?” I asked a little nervous. I’d been to the school gym a few times but never to the point of anyone on the football team. I felt like I had a decent body but thinking about someone like Scott I didn’t think I could compete.

“Well… Scott usually trained about 5 days a week for football. Sprints and strength training. But he also usually added a Saturday spot too,” he paused thinking about Scott. “But that felt more like he just liked bragging. He always loved showing off. I don’t know if she liked that or not though…”

My mind seemed to go a little cloudy as I thought about it. But I realized that I could vouch for that. After being in the gym nearly as much as Scott, he had a bit of a problem wanting to brag about being the biggest. “I thought she said he wasn’t really that big though…”

Lance just laughed. “I don’t think she was talking about his chest or biceps. There’s a reason he only likes to play in jocks whenever we play jocks vs skins. I’m pretty sure she was more disappointed by that.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh as well. The thought of Scott’s muscular body with his tiny 2 inch hard dick was pretty funny. “Guess that’s why he brags about everything else then.” 

“Yeah but just find something else to talk about. She likes knowing you go to the gym cause of your body not cause you talk about it.”

“I guess..."

“But it’s not like you’re too much smaller than him,” Lance tried to make me feel better. “You train pretty hard don’t you? Just cause you don’t do football doesn’t mean you’re small.”

“You think?” I raised my arm and flexed the bicep. The ball pressed up against my sleeve, forcing it over my shoulder. I always liked how my extra large shirts hugged against my pecs. I just wished I could still buy jeans over the counter. It was too hard to find some that fit around my thick thighs and butt but also fit to my waist. I could wear a belt but then they always felt a little too big.

“C’mon man… You’ve got a decent body. Confidence. I already told you, you need to be confident.” Lance threw a couple of fake punches at me. “Confidence.”

“Alright!” I said. I didn’t know why I was being so lame about this. It’s not like I didn’t have too good of a body. If I’m going to have to compare myself to Scott then I should be fine. That bitch didn’t have all that much on me. I had a pretty good body. We passed a mirror and I just did a double take. I had to strike a pose. My arms filled my XL shirt while my chest pushed forward. It was hard to wear anything other than shorts because jeans hugged too tightly to my muscled ass. “I guess I’m just being a bitch,” I laughed.

“Yeah I don’t think she likes bitches,” Lance added.

“Fuck off man,” I prodded back. “Don’t know why I was being so weird about it. Guess I just always want to get bigger so I forget how big I am…”

“Spoken like a true jock,” Lance said as he posed right next to me. “Oh yeah but just find something else to talk about. She likes knowing you go to the gym cause of your body not cause you talk about it.”

“I guess I can do that… I spend like 2 hours a day in there but I think I can find something else to talk about…” I threw up another pose. Just watching the muscles curl around my body felt so good. All that training and hard work really does pay off.

“SAM!” Corey shouted as he rushed down the hall. “Ok… So I know you’re really busy…” His mind seemed to have stopped just like it always did whenever he saw me. I could see his eyes drifting around my pecs. I gave them a bounce and his mouth just fell open a little more.

“Corey…” I said softly pulling him out of his dream state. “What’s up?” Lance laughed seeing the little guy snapped out of his imagination.

“Right! Sorry…” He averted his eyes but they drifted back. I didn’t really care. “So I know you’ve got a date tonight or whatever but like what about after that? I can stay up late. How late do you think you’ll be?”

“Err… I don’t really know… Kind of depends on her I guess.”

“But can’t you just… You know… Like… Get everything done before midnight? Like…” he blushed at the thought. Obviously Corey didn’t get out too much. “I don’t know… Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it done.”

“Corey…” but he’d already started walking away.

“It’s fine! Have fun on your date.” I could hear the mixture of snark, anger and sadness in his voice as he tried to impress me. 

“Man…” I said to Lance. 

“It’s alright bud. He’ll be fine,” Lance wrapped his arm around me pulling me in. “If anything just send him a couple of pics. I’m sure that’ll brighten his day.”

“Ha-ha,” I fake laughed. “I’m not going to tease him. That just doesn’t feel right.” We headed back into the classroom and I’d completely forgotten about the smell. There were already a couple of people sitting in class. They’d opened the windows as much as they could. “Ahh man dude,” I whispered. “That shit reeks…”

“Don’t blame me. Blame Allen,” Lance laughed as he adjusted his shorts again at the thought of his boyfriend.