Once in the locker room, I locked the door and dragged Rasler into the locker area. I was sort of confused, but, I wasn't disgusted. I mean, I spent a lot of time with Rasler, and I never had a girlfriend. I never had a boyfriend either... So I don't know how this is all suppose to go down. I just know I don't want him running around saying he loves me or something stupid. That would just ruin his life. Maybe I should wish he were straight...
"Did you bring us here to 'do' it? I never did it with a guy before, so I dunno how it works, but I seen some things on the internet." He bluntly asked, still looking slightly confused as to why we were here. Regardless, he quickly unbutton his shirt and undid his pants. He probably broke a world record for undressing, as it only took him a few seconds to strip down to his black boxer-briefs.
Wait. I didn't ask him a question or demanded him to tell a truth. So that means he was aware of what he said and he's just assuming... Oh shit, come on!
"Rasler, just calm down. We're not here for that." I said, backing away until I was up against a locker.
"Oh... Then why?" He asked, looking slightly disappointed. He then began blushing and covered the front of his boxer briefs with his hands. It wasn't like he was hard or anything, but he was probably beyond embarrassed.
"Rasler, what things do you really desire?" I bluntly asked.
"You. I want to be stronger, so I can protect you and please you... I know how much you like muscular dudes... I know exactly what kind of guy you like. You like those bodybuilders, huge, tan, smooth skin, veins... That's why I always worked out and waxed and did all of that! So... I could be your perfect man!"
Holy hell, he was really... Really... Attracted to me. This is beyond a crush. It's almost creepy, but then again, we spent so much time together. I could see how it would make someone go a bit loopy.
"You've been asking questions, now it's my turn! I know you're gay, it's so obvious. The way you look at men sometimes, especially the buff ones... That's why I worked out, so maybe one day you'd turn over and take a hint! What do YOU really want?" He said, turning the tables.
"That's tough to an-"
"Answer it." He cut me off, now thrusting me against a locker, keeping his hands on the lockers beside me so I couldn't move.
"I would just wish for you to get everything you want. For you to be happy. And if that means having me then... I really wouldn't object. But come on, I'm such a douche! I'm always making fun of your intelligence, or the lack thereof, and you still like me? HOW could you like me? I mean, look at you! You're not even dumb, you're just average... Except your looks, you looks are amazing in every way. There is no guy who looks as amazing as you... At least in my book. Why would I even think about liking you? I don't even deserve 1/10ths of a guy like you."
"You feel that way? Trent, you can be... So stupid sometimes! Even if you think that way, I still think you're smart and pretty hot. I always have fun with you, even when we're doing something boring you find a way to make it fun. What gay dude wouldn't want a guy like you? You're the total package!"
"Oh phooey! I almost missed it~ You want him to get what he wants? Like be stronger and your perfect guy and such? Oh this is going to be one sexy wish. You're so much fun, master! Ehem~ So you have wished it, so it shall be granted!" Nino's voice suddenly rung out. Apparently Rasler didn't hear it. What did she mean by that? Oh wait... That means Rasler is going to become 'my perfect man'. I wonder how this is going to turn out...