chapter 3

3.
I felt warmth, and restfulness for what felt like a long time. Fleeting dreams of running naked through the woods with Noka faded in and out. It was only when a tremor of pain shot through my forehead that I came to. I convulsed once, wobbling soft parts a reminder of how far from running I was, and my hangover-stained eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. A poster of Chris Farley donning his too-small coat from the movie Tommy Boy looked down at me. I tried bolting to a sitting position, but felt my middle clutch painfully and I sank back down to the king-sized bed with a plop.

I definitely wasn't in my room. In fact, I wasn’t in the dorms at all. The ceiling was high here, everything from the clock to the carpet looked expensive. I began to pull at the covers when I noticed the slumbering form next to me. Dark hair, tan complexion, hulking shoulders-

“N-Noka!?” I yelped, jumping from the bed. A shower of McDonalds wrappers hit the ground as I began to breathe rapidly.

“I- you, here, the party- what?” My stammering didn’t fully get through to him, but it was enough to rouse him. Noka stretched his hands up and rolled over to me beaming.

“Good morning, sexy guy,” Noka yawned, “did you have fun last night?”

My jaw dropped open. I turned behind in disbelief. Surely, Noka was talking to one of the model-types from the party who he hooked up with. They were just around the corner tidying up in the bathroom, and he had let me sleep in his bed out of pity.

“Sexy guy- me? Who are you talking to?”

Noka leaned back and laughed.

“The hunk who’s dick I sucked last night.” My jaw somehow gaped further.

“Hope you’re not mad,” Noka said, face suddenly showing real concern. I quickly shook my head and he smiled. My heart pounded, I was as anxious as I had ever been. But, it was sinking in. I was naked still, but now I didn’t feel like I had to cover myself. Noka’s eyes crawled over my chubby form with obvious carnal delight. The realizations, of being desired for the first time in a long time, of hooking up with the person I thought of as my sexual ideal, showered warm emotions all over me. Noka so matter-of-factly called me attractive, was this the afterlife? Had I frozen to death in that snowstorm? My heart sang, but the situation didn’t square with everything that had happened since my first day at Ramsey.

“No that's not it,” I said. And it wasn’t. at all, “It’s just, I didn’t think you were into me, especially-”

I looked down, once again mortified at the mounds of soft pale flesh clinging to me. My moobs, I hated calling them that, looked more plump than ever, not to mention the paunch that threatened to hide my cock from sight. Everything I knew about attraction in the gay scene cried out in disgust. My breath quickened as the opinion of my body crashed into how Noka thought of me.

“Oh gosh I’m, no clothes. How-”

“Relax,” Noka said, closer to a command than reassurance. He stood up and walked over oozing naked confidence. At six foot four he dwarfed me. His taut muscles rippled with every step. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and run my fingers down his torso. God, I’m such a thirsty bitch. I nearly gasped as he drew near, so paralyzed with lust he could have tipped me over. With one hand he reached out and pinched my nipple. The pleasure was immediate. I held back a moan. His other hand cupped the curve of my belly which I instinctively sucked in.

“Don’t,” Noka said, he leaned in to me, whispering in my ear, “I like it.”

I felt myself stiffen as I relaxed my ab muscles. With a cringe I let my new belly out to its natural state. Noka chuckled and gave it a reassuring pat. Before another thought could cross my mind his hand ventured lower and grabbed my erection. Noka pulled me back into bed, and without words told me exactly how sexy he thought I was.