My Greek God

I have always been a relatively small child while growing up. Always in the front line for pictures on picture day while all the boys my age where in the back two lines. It never really bothered me until I reached high school and I couldn't make it onto any sports teams. I tried my hardest, always practicing before tryouts. I spent weeks practicing for basketball, soccer, football, and baseball. Basketball I was not tall enough to shoot baskets, soccer I was not fast enough, baseball I was not strong enough to bat, and football I got totally splattered on the ground by the huge bodybuilders. Oh well I told myself. At least I didn’t give up and I won’t regret not trying. My parents understood as well. They knew I was a good kid and always gave it my all so even if I didn’t succeed sometimes, they were still supportive. Since I did not have any sports in my life I decided to spend my entire time in books and studying to become a doctor. I enjoyed helping people since I was young. My mom is a nurse and always took me with her to work and made me volunteer. I would help patients with food or clean up rooms. It made me realize that I loved helping. My father is a manger at the local bookstore which also made me love books. I spent time either volunteering at the hospital, reading at the bookstore, or being a good student at school. That was my life for the longest time. Since I wasn’t like other boys, I always felt shy and isolated. I didn’t have many friends and barely went out. I was pretty alone in high school. Girls never approached me either. I heard rumors saying girls thought I was cute but they all thought I was too weird to ask out and of course it was my job to ask them out since I am the guy. I, however, did not have any interest in asking any of the high school girls out. In fact, I didn’t have any interest in asking any girls out. I swing the other way. I realized that the first day of high school when I saw Ken Peterson. He was a junior and the captain of the football team, of course. Tall, well built, around 160 lbs I figured, blue eyes, chiseled jaw line and the blonde hair that really hot anime guys have. I was mesmerized by him. Me on the other hand, I was average height, skinny, dark wavy hair, a few pimples here and there, dark brown eyes, and glasses. Although, my skin cleared up now and I wear contacts, style my hair better, and have some idea of fashion, I'm still that boy next door type of kid who doesn't compare to the guys who ooze sexy alpha male vibes. All throughout freshmen year I never stopped staring at Ken. I often wondered why I only looked at him and not other girls. Then slowly I began noticing other cute guys. I figured it was puberty and hormones. Guys develop a high s*x drive at this point and would probably f**k a pie. But, at the end of sophomore year when Ken was graduating and leaving for college I realized that I had a crush on him. I never felt that way about girls before. That is when I knew for sure I was gay. That would explain why I never had a girlfriend before or even kissed. After Ken leaving I wanted to try a few things so I found a few guys online and met up with them later. We fooled around a little but never anything serious. Then not before too long, graduation was near and I started applying to colleges. I got into my top choice at Brighton State University and ended up moving a couple of states away from home. I was pretty nervous to start college since I still felt isolated and figured I wouldn't make a lot of friends, but I hoped for the best. As soon as I get out of the taxi I noticed students and parents all over campus. It was a lively atmosphere, I wanted to be a part of it but didn’t know how. I walked through the campus with my luggage looking around at buildings and trying to find my dorm room. I didn’t really remember much from my campus tour, after all I don't have photographic memory no matter how smart I am. As I was walking looking for the building and about to whip my phone out to find a map online, I hear someone yell "watch out!" I look around and feel someone crash into me. My body flies through the air and lands on, luckily a soft patch of grass, but it didn’t really help when what only feels like 180 pounds lands on top of you. “Oh s**t! I am sooo sorry! Are you okay?” “Ughh.. I think so,” I respond through a groaned.  “I was running and looking at the ball. I am really sorry. I didn’t see you until the last minute.” He gets off of me and brings a hand down to help me up. Only when I get a little bit of my vision back do I see the gorgeous guy looking down on me. He had the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Dark brownish-black hair framing a little of his forehead, a little stubble covering the bottom half of his face, a body built like a Greek God, lightly tanned skin, and was easily five to six inches taller than me. He had a worried expression on his face which was not surprising since he nearly crushed me to death. I have no idea how I survived his body colliding into me. No wonder I didn’t get into football. I grabbed his hand and he helped me back to my feet. Man he even had nice big hands. “You okay,” he questioned.  “Yeah I am okay. Thanks.” “No, it’s not a problem. I'm glad you're okay.” With that relief he gave me the sexiest smile in the world. Ken probably couldn’t even compete with this guy. He was truly like a God on this planet of mortals. “Hi, I am Sterling Lander. Junior here. Captain of the football team if you interested in trying out and economics and finance major," he spoke extending his hand to me once more.  “H-Hi. I’m Adrian Taylor. Freshmen, captain of nothing and future biology major,” I manage to spit out taking his hand.  “Well nice to meet you Adrian," he laughed in the most seductive way. " What do you think of campus so far?” “It’s great! I am excited and nervous to be here.” “Don’t be, it’ll be the greatest journey in your life. It is scary as a freshman, I was terrified, but you’ll make friends soon and you won’t want to leave. I certainly don't," he spoke softly looking away for a brief moment. “Well, honestly I am not very good at making friends,” I looked down with a shy smile. “Hey! No you aren’t. You just made your first friend." He gives me another one of his sexy smiles showing his perfectly straight and pearly teeth. God, I would give anything to have that mouth on me. “How about I help you take your stuff to the dorms to make up for almost killing you,” he jokes.  “You really don’t have to, I’ll find it.” “You don’t even know where the building is, do you? Don’t worry, I’ll take you.” “Umm. Thanks a lot.” Sterling grabs a bag from me and starts walking towards the dorm. “So which dorm you in?” “McKinley,” I answer.  “Cool, that's where I was freshmen year. It’s pretty nice. You’ll like it. So, biology major, huh? What do you want to do?” “Doctor, my mom is a nurse so I guess I got helping people from her.” “Ambitious, impressive,” he states with a smirk.  “What about you? What are you going to do if you don’t mind me asking,” I ask trying to forget the way those plump lips curled up from the sides of this beautiful mouth.  “Well my family owns a small business, so they want me to take over... which I don’t mind. To do that I need some business background, though. Football is a hobby. I have always loved it. If I can become a professional then we’ll see but for now I am happy where I am.” “That’s impressive,” I said it in the same tone as he did earlier to me. He smirked back a little again. “Well here we are. What’s your number?” “W-What?! I-I.” “What? You don’t remember your own room number?” “Ro-Room number? Ohh! Uh. Yeah. You asked for the room number. It’s 232.” We checked in at the front desk and walk up to my room. “Thanks a lot. Really. I appreciate it.” “No problem like I said. We're friends now. Hopefully I see you around campus. Anyways, I have to get going, got practice. But hey, if you want to come watch you can. Meet more people and see campus some more.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah that's cool. People come to watch all the time. Coach just doesn't want people interrupting. That part is more applicable to some of the girls here,” he leans down and whispers into my ear sending a shiver up my spine.  As we walked to practice we talked some more about his family and mine. He told me about school and some of his past relationships. He has had a few girlfriends in the past but none who he felt too serious about. He said he really wanted to fall for someone and it made him sound cheesy, but he still wanted that kind of love. I told him that I never had a serious relationship which he was surprised by because he said I was a good looking guy. Hearing him say that caused my head to spin and butterflies to start flying faster in my stomach. When we got to the field I walked to the stands and sat down watching all the boys gear up and start practicing. Despite wearing the same thing as everyone else, he stood out. Sterling looked even more amazing running around and tackling people. He really was strong. His pants defined his butt well and made it look even more amazing. God it made my c**k twitch. I put my hand over my crotch, but I couldn’t stop myself from squirming a little. What would Sterling think if he knew I had such thoughts in my head about him? He would hate me for sure and think I am a nasty pervert. Watching practice got a little too much for me so I decided to take a look around. When I got back practice was finished and I saw Sterling sitting on a bench drinking water. “Seemed like practice went well.” “Hey Adrian. Yeah it did but you left.” My heart skipped a beat. He noticed that I left. Was he looking at me? Of course he was. I was there because I'm new. He would be supportive and make sure I was okay. Don’t think anything weird Adrian. “Oh yeah sorry. I just wanted to look around a little.” “That’s cool. You better come to my first game though. I’ll be waiting for you.” There, my heart skipped again. This man says things that really get me going. He doesn't even realize how dangerous he is.  “Umm yeah for sure. Wouldn’t want to miss my friend’s game,” I replied with a smile. Sterling looks pleased with my answer. We say are goodbyes and part. Well, I probably won’t see him again I think heading back to my dorm. As soon as I enter my room I see an average height guy with long shaggy type black hair, as he was still in his emo phase, run up to me and hug me. “Hi! I am Cody! Your roommate!” “Hi Cody, I am Adrian. Nice to meet you.” “You too! There is something you should know. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable so I’ll let you know right away in case you want to change rooms. I am gay.” “You're what?” “I am gay. I just don’t want you to wait to find out and think I hid it. Don’t worry though. I won’t hit on you unless you want me to,” he laughs hard.  “Well the thing is. I am too,” I look down and whisper, reassuring him that I am not at all worried. “Really?! Wow! This could work out well," he jokes, at least I think. “Lets start a friendship first,” I awkwardly laugh.  “You got it pal! You are super hot though. I don’t know how I’ll be able to resist.” That night, I slept with a smile on my face thinking that this could turn into quite the adventure and maybe this is just the type of place to help me open up more.