A Case of the "Gotta Have Him"s (ar)
by MS_alberta
My name isn’t really that important. Oh damn… but I like the attention, though. Just call me Spazz. That’s what my best friends call me, and it’s what I do best.
So, you may be wondering how I got myself in this situation. Looks pretty bad, huh? Me, a young, statuesque, model of a teen… alright, if I’m gonna tell this, I might as well tell it with some kind of truth. Me, a kinda in-shape, skaterish, and kinda, maybe cute young teen, all tied up in a garage. And not just tied, but look, duct taped. Have you ever tried get out of duct tape when it’s wrapped around you? It’s hard! Anyways, I’m here all tied up and taped up, but really, it’s kinda sweet. If I just concentrate hard enough, I can get myself out of this… maybe.
Well, I’ve got nothing better to do than tell you how I got here. It’s probably for the best. My best friend, David, is always telling me that a person should admit when they mess up, and I SO messed up.
Okay, so me and David have been camping on the beach. This one day we were just hanging around and goofing off. Wrestling in the sand, throwing each other into the waves, whipping each other with seaweed… well, that last one I did. David got kinda mad after that one and called me a valley girl, which he knows I hate. I don’t even know what that means; he says it has to do with how I talk. Anyways, we had been out there for awhile now and had walked pretty far. I was getting pretty damn hungry, and I wanted to just sit down and make some food, but David said we couldn’t make food out on the sand. He said we needed to do it all proper like, and in a kitchen or we’d have to go and buy it. David can be such a downer. Like, in public he acts like a teenager, but alone he’s such an old man. Anyways, there were like, no places to buy a burger around here, in fact there were only these little beach houses every hundred yards or so. I think houses like that are usually time shares, or owned by some company that just rents ‘em out to vacationers. I told David that I was gonna go make something to eat in one of those houses, and he could come with me or not. He told me, and his words not mine, “You’re disregard for the law is something you are going to have to overcome.” See what I mean, total old man-ness. I went on anyways. I mean, you gotta have a little adventure in your life, right? Well, I kinda, maybe picked the wrong house.
I got into the house and found my way around to the kitchen. After fixing myself one of the biggest sandwiches the world has ever known, I decided to explore. Kinda dumb of me, right? A vacation house with enough fresh food in it to make a really kick-ass sandwich, usually means that people are living in it. That didn’t click in my head.
I went from room to room, and in the last one I found a surprise. This big, buffed, hunked-out dude had been sitting there, like, actually doing his bills. He was just wearing a pair of shorts, and his body and face and hair and just… oh my god, his everything just made me feel like I was about to melt, and I probably would have, too, if he hadn’t started speaking. It was like hearing a drill instructor talk to a baby. He had a huge, strong voice that could have made me wet myself, but when he spoke to me, he kept it reigned in and really easy-going like. “What are you doing in my house?”, I know, right here and now, it doesn’t sound sexy, but those were the first words I heard out of him, and my head and my crotch was focusing on one thing and one thing only, so excuse me if seem a little horn-dog-ish. But oh man, I gave him the dumbest answer ever. I told him “I made a big sammich”, yeah, I said “sammich”. I even held it up so that he could see how big it was, like he was gonna hi-five me on it or something. I present my shining intellectual moment to the world. Anyways, my mind wasn’t concentrating on witty answers at the time, it was more involved in how much I hated shorts at the moment, and what his were keeping me from seeing.
Well, I had come for adventure, and now I had one. I practically threw myself at the man, and toppled us both over, along with the chair. Ahh, the kiss. I had to do it, I laid it right on him. No joke, the kiss of the century, I swear. That was all the motivation it took for him. I felt his arms wrap around me, like a harness at on a rollercoaster, with his elbows bent at my sides and his large hands holding onto my shoulders from behind me, as he started to kiss me right back. He was moaning so loud now; we both were, and goddamn, did I want to get rid of those evil shorts he was still wearing. Just for a second, I felt myself totally let go. It was so fuckin’ sweet!
“STOP THAT!” I could have turned David into ice with the look I gave him. I should have tried at least. He was standing in the doorway, towering over us. He pulled me off the hunk and said “It’s time to go! Pull yourself back together. Where’s all your self-control gone? You had no right to come in here, and now look what you’ve done! He’s way too old for you! He’s probably not even gay!”. My poor, hot dude was lying on the floor, pretty dazed out of his mind over what had just happened.
“David! Look at him, he’s a total babe! You know I don’t care about age. Besides, he is totally not too old for me! He couldn’t be more than a few years older than me!” I knew that wasn’t gonna fly, the dude had chest and belly hair, and stubble. I had to try, though.
“A few? He looks like he’s a decade older than you, at least! Come on, it’s time we leave.” He said as he was pushing me through the house and towards the front door.
“David, he’s not too old. Just look at him!” I twisted around David and caught one last glimpse of my hot, jock dude. I thought to my self “I gotta have him!” He was just lying there still, with one hand reaching out towards me, and the other one at his face, with his fingertips touching his lips.
I pouted the rest of the day. Yeah, I knew David was right, but it didn’t make me feel any better… also, that was a really good sandwich. I didn’t get to take it with me as we left.
Me and David set up our camping gear on the beach the way he liked it, slow and dumb. We could have had it done in a second if he’d just go with the flow. He insisted we set up next to a fire pit, so we could cook some food. I was about to complain, but like I said, I didn’t get to finish my sandwich, so if he wanted to build a fire and cook dinner, that was fine by me, I was still hungry. After a quiet dinner, we turned in for the night.
I had a dream that night, I was there with my dude, and we wanted to get to it, but he had these, like, henna tattoos all over him that said “Too Old”, and each time I scrubbed one off, another would appear.
When I woke up I promptly thanked David for giving me that oh-so-pleasant dream, by elbowing him in the ribs.
We packed out stuff back in, and of course, did it all slow and piece by piece.
We started walking along the beach again, and that’s when I saw him. My dude-babe was back! He was out here, swimming and tanning, I couldn’t be blamed for making friends with a beach-goer. It wasn’t like I was breaking into his house this time or anything, and hey, it’s a free country.
I dropped my pack in the sand and jogged over, leaving David behind me to wave his arms in the air and yell at me. I called after my guy, “Hey! What’s up! It’s me from yesterday.” He was just standing there, touching and looking down at his chest. The jock had shaved his chest and belly hair off! I was a little disappointed until I saw how hot he looked. His muscles looked so much more buffed than yesterday, he must have just finished working out to be all pumped like that. He finally started talking back to me, “Yeah… yesterday… My…my chest?” He seemed a little dumber than the other day, but I didn’t care, his voice was just as deep and sweet. Man, just by standing there, he was making my pants tight. “Yeah, dude! You chest is so hard, man.” I said as I pressed my palms flat against his pecs, “It’s so smooth and tanned, it’s so hot.” And quietly, I added, “you’re so hot.” That seemed to bring his mind back. He looked right into my eyes and took a hold of me, and whispered “You! I’ve gotta have you!” It was like he finally recognized me. Our lips were just millimeters apart when…
David told me history repeats itself. I think it’s David who repeats himself. “STOP! THAT!” It was like each word was its own sentence when he said it, and that was that. I was being dragged backwards and away from my smooth, muscled, hot jock. My jock yelled after me, “Gotta have you!”
David started lecturing me again, about his age, about our own responsibilities, about leading a fair and even life. He’s my best friend, and he’s taught me so much about life, and he’s really saved my bacon more than a few times, but sometimes I just wish he’d shut up and have some fun.
The afternoon overflowed with pouting. My chief export was pouting. The forecast for today was pouting. Pouting was … well, I’m sure you get it. David got tired of me and said he was gonna walk down to the pier a few miles back and pick up supplies, and that I was under no circumstances to see, talk with, or in any way have contact with my jock.
I told him fine, so, well, duh, after like, 2 seconds, I was scanning the beach to see if he was still out here. After about half an hour, I decided to go back to his house to look for him. I couldn’t tell if he was there alone, ‘cause… well, ‘cause I knew absolutely nothing about this guy. He could have had roommates, or been here with his parents, or his wife, or his wife and kids. Now, the guy was hot, but I didn’t want to screw his life over by busting through the door and making out with him in front of his family or something. I snooped around and found the window to his bedroom. He was such a DUDE. There was clothes everywhere and sports magazines, and a basketball in the corner. There was a mirror that should have been mounted but was just leaning onto a wall instead. I saw the doorknob turn and I ducked down a little. It was him. He still had this really confused look on his face. Poor guy, my kiss had rocked his world so hard. He was running his hands over his chest, stomach, and face. Then he’d do the same to his arms and his legs. God, he was making me so horny for him and he didn’t even know it. The he started flexing. It was like my own private, little show; it was great! He crouched over a corner in his room and brought a measuring tape. He flexed and flexed and flexed, so that his bicep was huge and hard, and then measured his biceps. He did it to the rest of his body, too. Measuring his chest, his thighs, his calves and his waist. And then, oh man, he did it. He dropped his shorts and measured IT. I lost my balance and almost fell on my ass when he did that. By the time I steadied myself he had his shorts back up. He posed and flexed a few more times.
Then I realized I had screwed up. Screwed up huge. He started to sweat and pant. I could his chest starting to shine, and little drops running down from his sideburns, down the side of his face, past his neck, and into his pits. His body flexed on its own, and he moaned, and I watched as his muscles popped all over his body. It was pretty hot, but then something happened. He got shorter. His muscles stayed big and hard, but he started to loose his height. His hair got longer as he dropped by about half a foot, and his face started to pull in. His nose and his chin weren’t so strong anymore. His face looked so much softer, not fatter or anything, but not so tough. I could hear his moan getting higher as his body compacted in on itself. His muscles were cut now, not large and heavy, but tight and popping from under his skin. It hit me then, the poor guy hadn’t shaved or worked out this morning; it was me, I was doing this to him.
He was on his hands and knees now, and all over, lone muscles were twitching or pulsing on their own. He stood up and shivered and shook as the change seemed to end. He walked over to the mirror and started touching himself all over again. He’d have trouble buying cigarettes now. He had gone from a large, thickly muscled, and slightly hairy man, to a toned, tight, smooth, and tanned teenage babe. He had grown back to before he had all that fur and before his muscles had gotten large and rounded, and now in front of me, it looked like he grew right back into his high school age.
He saw me. Reflecting in the mirror, he saw me, and I fell, hard, on my ass. I’ve had so many proud moments in front of this guy. I must have hit my head, ‘cause I don’t remember sitting down and asking him to tie me up in his garage; seems like the kind of thing I wouldn’t volunteer for.
And this brings us up to date. I’m here, and he’s there, on the floor rocking back and forth, hugging his knees.
“Mmrrrffff”, was all I could really say, but it got his attention and he got up off the floor and took the tape off my mouth. “I… I’m… a man… a boy… a teen?” Wow, I had really screwed this up. I said, “Just stop. Just sit down, and me and you are gonna figure this out.”, I asked him, “What’s your name?”
“My name is… Rob… Robert? No, Robby. Yeah, I’m Robby.”
“Alright, Robby, how old are you?” He looked down at his chest and rubbed his hands over his biceps and face “I’m… 27… but this isn’t right…”.
Oh man… David is going to be so pissed off. “What’s your name?” he asked me. “Oh, I, um, I don’t like my real name, besides, it doesn’t really matter anymore.” Robby seemed to be coming back out from where his mind was hiding; he asked, “You must have a name though, something your friends call you. What about that other guy I’ve seen you with. What does he call you?” I smiled, and I remembered the first time I met David and why he named me what he did, “My friend is David, and he calls me Spazz.” I said. “Why do they call you that?” he asked. “Well, it’s pretty simple, I’m a spazz. I do really dumb things sometimes, and I act dumb a lot of the time, but I’m not really that bad. Just kinda… spazzy.”
“Oh”, was all he said back. We just kind stayed there, like that for awhile. Me, still tied up, and him, sitting on the floor. It had gotten dark, and it was starting to get cold. I was fine, but Robby was just in his shorts and was starting to get cold. “Robby, you should go inside, or at least put some more clothes on. It’s getting cold.” He stood up and nodded. He walked over to me and started to undue the knots and peal away the tape. “Robby, why did you tie me up, and uhh, not that I want to stay tied up, but why are you letting me go?” He stopped and stared off into space, fortunately for me, there was enough undone for me to finish the job. “I… knew you were special. I was afraid you’d try to get away, but now I’m not afraid of that anymore… and, I feel… you make me feel… strange, but good, like I have a fever, it’s so…” he drifted off, and turned around and led the way back into the house. I said “oh”; it was all I could think of, and I followed him inside the house.
Eventually, David came back and tracked me down to the house. I told him what I had seen and what I thought had happened. He said it was completely my fault… and I had to agree completely.
Epilogue
Okay, wait. You’re kind of lost, right? Sorry, it’s just like second nature now. Me and David are so open about it, I don’t realize when people don’t get it. Here’s the thing, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been on my own; I don’t know who my parents were or are or what happened to them, but more importantly, I’ve been lucky, real lucky. Okay, that’s kinda dumbing it down. I thought I was just really lucky. I’ve been living on the streets forever, and I’d been so close to… well, to something not good happening, but I always managed to get out of it. I’ve gotten away from pimps, from cops, from gangs, from everyone… almost everyone.
One day, when I tried to pickpocket this kid walking by, my luck ran out. The picking was fine; I brushed up against him and walked off with his wallet. When I got around the corner, I opened it up and looked inside. The thing was totally empty, like, no cash, no I.D., no credit cards, NOTHING. That wasn’t too bad, what was really bad happened when I looked up and outta the wallet. A split second before I looked up, I noticed how fucking cold it had gotten, and then I saw. I was standing on the top of a fucking mountain. A fucking snow covered mountain. And me, skinny, little me, in thin jeans, a pair of vans, and a tee shirt. The air was so thin; my chest was already hurting.
“So, young man. Feel like giving me back my wallet. It has sentimental value.” I turned around and spazzed out, and fell. My ass was now in the snow. My cold, soon-to-be-frozen ass… The kid I had just stole from was here, and laughing at me. “How spastic” he said dryly. He offered me his hand and pulled me up. I didn’t see how, but he had his wallet back and was slipping it back into his back pocket. “You know”, he spoke slowly, but not like he though I was dumb, just so that his words all seemed important, “Normally, I wouldn’t have taken the time or the energy to go through such an elaborate method of introducing myself, or for that matter, dealing with a common thief, but you…” he said, while eyeing me up and down, but it wasn’t like he was checking out my body, it was the face I had seen people on the street eye a knife or gun in a store, and when they thought about what they could do with it, “You” he continued, “ have potential.
Hard to imagine someone as cool as that could turn out to be such a downer. So yeah, that’s how I first meet David. I stole from him, and he fuckin’ teleported us to the French Alps. Yeah, I think he was over-reacting, too.
He told me he had been around for centuries. He had learned along time ago that he was different. That just by thinking things, he could make them happen. I asked him if we were God, or gods, or well, what were we. He asked me if I was perfect. I said “no”, and then he said, “Well, then you’re no god”. He started teaching me and training me. I learned how to focus and bring something totally new into the universe. I guess that whole conservation of mass thing kinda didn’t apply to us. He showed me how he could move, stop, or speed up time. How to change just one thing or everything. Basically, if we could imagine it, and focus, we could make it happen. He told me that’s why I had been so lucky for so long; I was making sure things went my way. Once I made a joke about teleporting him up to a mountain; he laughed and said I probably wouldn’t be able to even teleport myself for another century or two. I can tell you, that really bummed me out. Then he like, reneged on everything. I guess he just wants me to not become totally dependent on it. He said the most important part about our power, was learning to live without it. So, me and him started this trek along America. He was still teaching me, but he never wanted to use the power just to use it. He said I had to learn how to do everything I could like everyone else, or I’d just get lazy. So yeah, that’s why I couldn’t just summon a burger, fries, and a shake. Or just will our tent to be set up. But you saw me mess up; a big thing he had been teaching me was self-control. He had warned me that if I lost it, and did something rash, it could mean nothing, or everything. I never felt so small, but powerful at the same time. Do you know what it’s like to realize, that if you mess up, every person on the planet could just… not be, anymore? So yeah, I messed up, but at least I didn’t like, erase everyone’s respiratory system or anything. I kissed him, and lost control. I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me. And then David burst in and said he was too old, and all I could think about was my little lie. I guess I convinced myself, when I kept repeating in my mind that he wasn’t too old, that he was around my age, and the thought “gotta have him”. I guess “oops” doesn’t really cover it.
Well, at this point, there was nothing to do but try to make the best of my screw up. Me, David, and Robby sat down in his kitchen and talked the night away. David’s never gonna let me forget how damn lucky I got with Robby. Turns out the guy was queer, and was actually into me before I started dicking around with his mind and body. Robby says he’s weirded out by us, and out powers, but somehow, feels okay with it all. Between you and me, I wonder if Kevin is making him feel that way about us, you know, tweaking things our way. Anyways, me and Kevin both tried on our own, and then together to make him, like, right again. No dice. Kevin said it was because I had done it to him when I had lost my self control, that there was no thought-out, logical, rational process I had gone through to change him. That it was just WANT, and that the passion and emotion I had felt when I was making out with him made my alterations to him really, really permanent. He said I’d have to learn to master my powers completely before I could even try to change him back to normal again. Yeah, it was gonna be awhile.
We actually stayed in David’s house for a bit after that night; but after two weeks David announced that it was time to move again. Even so, me and Robby had a great time. As you can see, me and him started to forsake clothes after awhile. I’m so into him, and he’s so into me. David said I seem a lot more together now, than before. I’m pretty sure it’s Robby’s effect on me. I mean, like, yeah I’m still totally hot for his crotch, but it’s not just that, we’re becoming something more. I don’t know how to talk about it so that you can understand. Maybe I don’t have to, you probably already know what I mean, even if neither of us can describe it.
So that’s how two boys traveling, became three boys traveling, and how we went from being on the east coast, on Florida’s eastern side, to island hopping through Hawaii. David said we had spent enough time on this side of the country and *poof*, just like that, we were in the middle of the Pacific. I don’t see why he gets to use his powers whenever he wants, but I have to do everything slow and dumb… oh yeah, Robby, that’s why. He said something about needing a village to raise me right or something weird. So that’s where we went. The three of us have taken up shop in a little village far away from the tourists and roads. David said he had friends out here who could help me train. I was kinda shocked when I got there; his “friends” look even younger than he does, but I know he’s super old, so I didn’t really say anything. There was no way I could tell how old any of these guys were, and that it would be a mistake to judge them on how they looked.
Down there, you’ll see a picture of David talking with ‘em. He’s the one with the necklace on. The other guys are okay, I guess. They show off their powers some, but are actually teaching me some pretty cool things. Things I don’t think David would have ever showed me. Like, the one sitting in front of David in the picture, his name is Mikhail and showed me how to like, actually grab a cloud and bring it down to land, and the little dude in red, Kaimana, made a full blown hurricane right in front of me, then shrank it and literally, ate the thing. And they’ve all been like, way cool to Robby. I hear snippets of their conversations. The other guys here have been tossing around words like destiny and fate, but David just kind ignores them when they start talking like that. I think they’re talking about me and Robby.
It’s all cool. I like it here; I like it here a lot, actually. I get the feeling David doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, though. When he decides to leave again, I wonder if I’ll be able to tell him that I want to stay here, with the guys, and with Robby. David doesn’t really fit in with the guys here on the island; he seems kinda sad, actually.
Kaimana keeps telling him he should go find Sebastian’s band of guys on the mainland, whoever Sebastian is. Kaimana keeps telling him he’s seen something in his dreams, a man at a school, that seems to be waiting for him.
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