Santiago runs up to the edge of the stands in the section where I sit and smiles waving his arms at me.
“Eli! Did you see that!?” he jumps and swings a fist around up to his chest and then holds a peace sign into the air. I nod and smile back but I get bombarded and squished upon as multiple girls flood into my view screaming and laughing, each one holding a tie-dyed shirt with different names from Santy’s team.
“Oh geez,” I think to myself, turning my head and rubbing my forehead. My expression quickly changes as I see Joey. “Oh no…’’ My heart drops and my eyes grow so large I feel like their gonna fall out. He’s standing right there at the end of the stands… clothed, at least, but they are my clothes. They fit way too tight around his bulging muscular body and people are slowly starting to notice.
I stand up quickly and make my way down the stairs, bumping, shoving, and moving people. “Joey, Joey, Joeeyyyyy, Joeyy,’’ I repeat over and over.
He’s so much taller than the security guards. How did they not even notice him? Geez…
I interrupt him mid-sentence. grabbing his arm as best I can and pulling him out of view, unexpectedly easily for what a big guy he is. He stumbles over and tries to keep up with me.
“Joey!! What are you doing here!? I thought I said to stay inside!”
“But is got of being lonely, I had bright idea, so I came to see the game too!” He smiles, bending down to give me a big hug. He smells so good, his muscular arms hold me so warm and it feels amazing. His body is also a lot warmer even though with just a shirt and pants on. Why does this feel good? I feel so safe and peaceful… Just before I feel myself give in, I just need to be serious! I don’t know him yet either! I’m so vulnerable.
“Joey!’’ I push him back. “No, man, you basically ignored me. How did you even get here?”
“In reasoning with the books of knowledge Elijah has given to me, I understood the human life and ways, I also noticed of clothing and styles that come from the frozen people on the paper. Sadly they are not moving but they are great examples of humans.” He smiles and then turns around and points to the pathway that leads here. “And so then I come outside and a sleeping female comes down from on top, I ask for directions to the game but female just keeps silent and then woke up and looked here,” he adds, pointing to his crotch area… and yup you can clearly see a huge outline of a male penis. He is huge it looks like a meat sausage stuffed down his pants leg. “She continued silent, but I sensed another form of speak in her and I try this so I ask female again Yóuxì zài nǎlǐ? And she said Láilái, so then I followed female here.” He smiles and tries to hug me again.
I shake my head and look around, I look towards the stands, at the security guard who now is starting to give me some scary looks, and then back at Joey.
“See, Joey, I asked you to stay inside because… wait, how are you speaking English better?”
“Book grammar is precise, yes?” He nods and pulls out one of the books from under his shirt.
“Joey… “ I laugh and tug on his arm heading back to my flat but he stops me this time.
“But I please, I must learn of human ways and there is hundreds of humans in there!” He turns around and looks up at the stands.
“I know, Joey, but you need this to even be on campus.” I hold up my lanyard with a school ID on it. “This is a verification that lets other humans know that you attend this school or teach here. If you don’t have this on you, you will be thrown out of this school.”
He proceeds to grab the ID and take a closer look at it. Holding the ID with both hands he then proceeds to pull on its edges and it just splits. The other half falling to the floor.
“No no no no!! What are you doing!? Joey!?” I take the half from his hand and look at it but it’s not ripped or split at all. My ID is in whole piece… what did he do? He bends down and picks up the other ‘half’ and shows it to me. It’s the same ID—same picture and same stamp. It’s even reflective to light to verify it’s real.
“But… impossible…” I compare the two IDs side by side.
“Of this material is matter anything is able to split, with the right movements and wave patterns one must share intention so intention is then realized to be true.” He smiles again and grabs the lanyard doing the same splitting effect with it too.
“Wait, no, no no. This won’t work, Joey! See, look.” I show him both IDs and point at the information. “This picture needs to be your face, and this wording needs to be your information.”
“Then please make face and information too!” He looks at the IDs again and reads aloud what is written, “Elijah C. Knight, Hair Brown, Eyes green, height 5’7” weight 150 l-b-s, school: Oceanview, Student, Section: SU-786.” He hands me the cloned ID and smiles.
“Note for me in my ID, My name is—”
I cut him off. “Joey, no! that’s not how this works, I can’t do that, my professors did this for me when I was accepted into this school, they would need to do this for you not me.”
He shifts slightly and makes a rather cute sad face this time and starts to tear up. “But if I fail of this study, I will return to home with nothing to share and this will be for not, the last Scotoman to come here was sadly given to die, if I cannot gather information of human life then all is lost for we will never return.” He sits on the ground and hugs his legs towards him. As he does so a huge rip comes from his crotch area and his male parts fall out.
“Joey…” Those where my favorite pants, too.
Santiago is gonna be mad at me. I left the game earlier than I anticipated after Joey ripped my pants that he had on. Today was a long day. At least a strange alien man didn’t kill me… right?
*grrrur greeeur gur* I turn to Joey who sits at the dining table completely naked, his huge balls hang off the chair edge along with his thick sausage right over his leg facing the other way. I asked him to wear some of Santiago’s clothes but he refuses to—he says they’re too itchy.
“Are you hungry?” I ask Joey, standing up and walking into the kitchen.
He nods and looks down. “I’ve not eaten in this world period. I was not allowed to bring supplement from my home.” He gives a small sigh. “Oh how much I wish to have a warm white seeded bread spread over soft fruit…” He looks up and has a confused look. “this language is funny, what is a white seeded bread? What is a fruit?”
I also look at him confused. “That sounds delicious actually, we have bread… maybe you’re talking about sesame seed buns? And this—” I walk over to the table and grab a mango from the fruit bowl. “This is a fruit. Here, try it.” I hand him the ripe mango. Joey looks at it and examines the mango closer, he then presses his finger into the side as it enters the soft skin and makes a slimy squish sound. Taking the mango closer to his face, he licks its juice and smiles, Biting into the mango skin and all.
“Rather bitter and sweet, yet I do like the flavor. Is having of white seeded bread too?” He asks taking the mango and eating more of it with the skin still attached to it.
I shake my head. “Sorry bud no buns here”
Suddenly the door is flung open and Santiago walks in. He looks mad and is very distraught, walking back and forth between Joey and into the living room.
“You know, I was really looking forward to taking you out for some food tonight, maybe celebrate and talk about things after the game. You promised you’d go to the game.” He stops right in front of the countertop, still in his sweaty soccer uniform, his hair a mess and his face red from all that running. “You could have told me that you were only gonna stay for the first half at least… we won, but what is a win when my best friend isn’t around to see it?”
I’m seriously shocked, he looks really mad. “Sa—”
He cuts me off. “No! You said you would come and watch. This is the first game you even came to but you don’t stay all the way?! I’m disappointed in you Elijah, what the hell?” He grabs his messy hair and shakes his hand through out, spraying little drops of sweat.
“Sant, I had to leave! J—”
“Why!? Why though! You said you didn’t have any classwork this weekend!”
“Santy!” I point at Joey. “He got out and came to the game! How… what do expect me to do?! He doesn’t have a campus ID and he would have easily been thrown out! Then what? I don’t know, what do you think he would do on his own?!” I take a step back and breathe. I hate arguing, let alone screaming. This is not good for my anxiety.
Suddenly Joey appears behind Santiago and lifts him up into a hug, walks around the counter and takes me into his arms too, squishing us together firmly, back to back.
“This two of you sound like young ones, stop this please no violent acts towards friends!” he says, still chewing on a piece of mango.
Santiago starts to kick and wiggle behind me, “Let go! Let go of me! What the heck? How are you doing this?!’’ he asks.
Joey is a bit taller and bigger than Santiago, but by not that much; yet he is able to lift me and Santiago off the floor in a tight hold.
“No, I refuse until anger emotions have gone, please?’’
“What the heck is this? My hand is touching something…” Santiago looks towards the floor and wiggles his arm around. Looking to the side I notice just the top of a bulging cock head covered with loose foreskin, it pushes upward and throbs between our backs. My eyes widen and suddenly I also notice that right underneath I can feel its full size… it’s monstrous.
‘‘That… that is a dick…” Santiago stutters, he turns and looks at Joey, “Damn, dude! Where were you hiding that meat sausage?!”
“This is only for human anatomy, this is not mine only for human looks,” he says, looking over our backs. “Does it look okay? Must I add more detail?”
“No! N-no..” I blurt out first, though to be honest I really want to see the whole thing. How can someone be this huge? “Joey, can you put me down?”
He nods and sets both of us down, walking back to the table, as he does so his monstrous cock immediately starts going soft.
“Oooowee boy!” Santiago walks up next to Joey as he finishes the mango, leaving the half-eaten pit on the table. “Show me how to do that! And I’ll buy you dinner instead!” Santiago immediately looks up and realizes what he said, turning to the TV in the living room and putting his arm on his head, “I mean…” He walks over to the door and stops. “Eli.. I’m sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have acted that way. I gotta go… the guys have something going on down the field.” He quickly walks out and closes the door.
“Will I get to have food from Santiago?” Joey stands beside me and eats the last half of the mango pit.