Big Man, Big Trouble

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-77111-585-8

Page :128

Word Count :34822

Publication Date :2013-04-15

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Category : Young Adult , (YA) LGBTQIA+ , (YA) Contemporary

Product Code: 978-1-77111-585-8

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It's not nice to play with Mother Nature—especially if she's with the mob.

In the exciting conclusion to the Growing Boy series, teen muscle titan Alex Johnson has just returned from the time of his life on Spring Break with his boyfriend Ryan and is stunned to learn that the school football star is missing—but that's not as shocking as who tells him—and why. Things take an even darker turn when two more of his friends go missing and Alex is followed by a mysterious man with a Taser gun. Meanwhile, Alex has good reason to think that the experimental treatment that made him what he is might be affecting his mind. Alex may no longer be the biggest thing to hit the small Midwestern town of Antioch, Nebraska, what with kidnappings, Russian mobsters and a cliff-hanging conclusion. Will Alex be rendered non-compus-mentis? Will he save the day? Will Bugs Bunny be dashed to bits on the rocks below?

Monday came around and there was still no word about Jason. Some of the comments I heard at school weren't too flattering, but I guess that was to be expected. It was a little disturbing to hear that for some people the important thing was that this happened after the end of the season. All I could do was shake my head.

Ron had told me over the phone the night before that Jason's parents wouldn't even remotely consider the fact that their son was anything other than a red-blooded, one-hundred-percent he-man heterosexual, and that they weren't particularly helpful. He was getting more cooperation from people that Jason beat up than he was from the parents.

I was chowing down on my mid-morning snack when I spotted Frank across the quad. He had Sammy with him, and it looked like he was back in Frank's good graces. By that, I mean Sammy was animatedly speaking to Frank, and Frank wasn't pushing him away. Frank saw me and made a beeline to where I was sitting.

"Have you heard anything, Alex?" he said as Sammy struggled to keep up. Frank still had the same worried expression.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but no." I still hadn't told him about finding the GPS thing on Jason's car.

"It's going to be okay, Frankie," Sammy said, clutching Frank's bulging forearm.

"Sammy, could you excuse us for a moment?" I said.

"Well, I don't see why Sammy can't hear..."

"Fine." I started gathering up my things to go back to class.

"Wait, wait..." Frank said. He looked down at Sammy. "I'll catch up with you," he told him. Sammy shot me an icy look, turned and left.

"You do know something," Frank continued.

"No, I don't. I just wanted to talk to you about Sammy." Frank's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips. I'd have to talk fast or I'd lose him.

"I want to apologize," I said. Frank's features softened. "You're right. It's none of my business who you hang out with."

Frank cocked his head to one side like a dog that heard a funny noise. He looked down at his feet for a moment and then looked back up. "Apology accepted," he said.

I stood up and pulled Frank in for a hug. "Thank you."

Frank leaned his head against my massive chest. "I'm just so overwhelmed," he continued. "Things have been changing so fast."

"Tell me about it," I replied.

We stood there silently for a couple of moments. We must have been quite the sight—two freakishly muscular behemoths holding each other tight in the middle of the school yard.

"You can let go now, Frank," I said.

"Your body is like steel," Frank said dreamily.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied. "Wait—are you hard?" Frank looked up at me with a slightly embarrassed expression. He stepped back abruptly.

"I'm always hard when I look at you," he said, suddenly lowering his voice. "How could I not be? The gigantic pecs, the boulder shoulders, the veins running everywhere. And let's not forget that giant basket you're carrying around now. Hell, I've been whacking off to the image of you for the last nine months. Sometimes I don't even have to touch myself!"

"But you have a boyfriend," I said slightly incredulously. "Two boyfriends!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I just...I mean...oh, never mind. About Sammy..."

"Yes?"

"Can't you see how he's working you?"

"Oh, that. Nah, I'm on to him."

Now it was my turn to cock my head. I even put my hands on my hips for good measure.

"I really don't understand."

"Alex, don't worry about it. These days, Sammy's more like a pet than a boyfriend."

"Isn't that leading him on?"

"Now you're getting it."

"Oh, Frank..."

"Don't you dare feel sorry for him. You're the one that called him a weasel. He's getting plenty out of this relationship."

"Like what?"

"Just look at me!" Frank held his giant arms wide. "I'm the school uber-stud! Well, after you."

I stood there slack-jawed. I thought I had this relationship stuff figured out.