Date: Sat, 5 May 2007 11:30:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Justin 11

I did get suspended for a game, just like coach said.  I guess I deserved
it, but so did Rich.  Pounding him felt so good.  Why would he care if I
was gay or not.  We lost the game I was suspended.  I watched the game from
the stands and we lost.  I felt pretty bad about it and told the team after
the game and promised that I wouldn't let anything like that happen again.

They blamed themselves and said that they should have beaten Tartan.  I
felt a little better.

This coming weekend, we had a tournament in Duluth.  I asked Sean if he
thought his parents would like to go with my parents.  They did and we went
up there together.  I rode in the team bus and Sean drove with my folks and
his folks.  The arrangements weren't to my liking.  I shared a room with
Ryan and Sean was in his own room with his parents.  This sucked.  His
parents were sure to keep us apart, that is for sure.  I asked Ryan about
my predicament and he just laughed.  I felt really bad, and really horny
too.

Me and Sean decided to meet after his parents were asleep in my room.  I
told Ryan to make sure he was sleeping by this time because we really
needed to be together.


At about 11 pm I got a small knock on the window.  It was Sean.  Ryan was
still awake.  DAMN IT.  He told me to let him in, so I did.  Sean was
nervous with Ryan still awake, but I pulled down the covers in my bed and
he laid down.  I didn't really need sex, but I really needed to be close to
my boyfriend.  Ryan was watching our every move.  We snuggled next to each
other and we kissed each other hard.  It had been so long since we had any
moment together.  We moved closer together and we were rubbing out cocks
with each other through our clothes.  Ryan was watching us and was rubbing
his own dick getting turned on by the whole scene.

Ryan moved his pants down and revealed his dick.  Man, it was much bigger
than I remembered when we showed each other as kids.  It was at least 7
inches and really thick.  It had a curve downwards.  Holy crap, it was hot.
He kept rubbing it up and down watching me and Sean.  It was dark in the
motel room, but I could see what he was doing.

I went down on Sean and started to eat out his ass.  I was doing that
nicely and I put my dick in his ass and proceeded to pound his ass.  Ryan
was jerking off furiously watching this and blew his load in no time.  I
blew my own load up Sean's ass a few minutes later, a minute after Sean
blew his load on his stomach.  I collapsed on Sean after all of this and
kissed him while my dick softened in his hole.  I couldn't believe that
Ryan watched us and jacked off.  Oh well.


Ryan -

"Ryan, did you like what you saw last night?"  He turned 10 shades of red
and admitted he watched us and played with his dick.

"It's all good.  I won't tell anybody."  I said.  I sat next to him and
gave him a big hug.  God he was so cute.  Jeff and a bunch of other guys
from the team came to our door and came in.  We were all goofing around and
decided we better go find food because the game was in like 3 hours.

We got to the arena and the place was a hell hole.  It had to be 100 years
old.  It smelled like manure and somebody said they just had a carnival
there.  Why would anybody have a carnival in an ice arena.  We all got
ready and we played a small school and won easily.  The next game tomorrow
was going to be a bigger test.  It was against a Duluth team which won
state the year before.  We all went out and ate and went back to our rooms.
Sean and his parents had to leave that day for some business trip for his
dad.  Jeff came over to watch TV.  The rooms had cinemax and there was some
soft porn on.  We were all watching and I was watching Jeff and Ryan's
crotches.

They were definitely hard.  I asked them if they wanted to jerk off
together and they kindoff laughed, but Jeff started to rub his dick through
his pants.  So I did the same.  I said, "c'mon guys, it will be like old
times".

"Fuckit, lets go for it" Jeff said.  That is all Ryan needed to hear so we
locked our door, and pulled down our pants.  We were all laying on one bed,
and the only light was from the TV.  I hadn't seen Jeff's dick hard for a
long time.  He was about 6".  Ryan of course was at least 7", probably
more.  And shorty me at 5 ½" still.  Grrrrr.

I was watching both of them pull their rods and I moved my hand over to
Ryan's dick and helped him out.  He didn't say anything except for a moan
of pleasure.  I ran my hand up and down his shaft and played with his
balls.  As soon as I did that, he moved my hand away and finished up him
self.  Jeff was watching us and he blew his load all over the place.  I
caught some on my chest and licked it up.  Yum.  Then Ryan returned the
favor for me.  He worked over my dick nice and slow and was rubbing my
balls with his other hand.  This was too much and I blew my load.

"Man that was fun!"  I said.  We all pulled up our pants and wrestled
around a little bit and we just started laughing uncontrollably at what
just happened.  We all slept together in one bed that night.  A very happy
and relaxing sleep.  It felt so good to be in bed with my two best friends.
When I woke up, I was spooning Jeff and Ryan was spooning me.  I could feel
his dick pressed up against my ass.  I never wanted that moment in time to
end.

But of course it did with coach going down the hallways rapping a hockey
stick on everybody's doors to get up and ready.  I gave Jeff a peck on the
cheek and got up reluctantly.  I hoped I didn't push them too far for
something they would regret later.  I just shrugged and took a quick shower
and got ready for the big game.

This time we were playing at a really nice arena.  The biggest in Duluth.
It must have had 5000 seats in it.  We were playing the second game, so we
had a chance to relax and watch the first game.  The place was packed.  I
had never played before a crowd this big before ever.  We were all pretty
nervous, but I was sure once we got on the ice, it would be normal again.

Of all of the years I played hockey, I always thought that this game was
the best game I ever played.  Here we had 4950 fans that hated our guts
because the state champion home team was playing in the big arena.  When we
took the ice the arena just erupted with boos.  We got called every name in
the book.  Dennis got a cup of pop thrown on him when we were walking
through the tunnel.  This was surreal.  I soaked it all in.  Looking around
at the arena, I imagined what it would be like to be on the Olympic team
and be playing in a country that hated us really bad.

The game started fast.  I mean really fast.  I took the faceoff back to
Ryan and I just sprinted forward and blew past the Duluth guys.  Ryan
passed it back to me and hit me in stride perfectly.  I took a slapshot.
BINGO.  Upper right.  15 seconds into the game and we already scored.  I
was mobbed by everybody on my team.  That night I scored 3 natural goals.
My first hat trick in high school.  Only one person through a hat on the
ice though.  That was one of our boosters.  I scooped it up and saved it
for him.  Our defense wasn't so good that game.  We were tied 5-5 going
into overtime.  Coach gave us a big pep talk, but we were all wired.  We
came out for OT and I told Ryan we should try the same play that we did to
start the game if I won the face off.  Which I did.  It was an exact repeat
of what happened before, but when I was skating into the Duluth zone, I got
pulled down from behind.  Penalty Shot.  Sweet.  I could end this thing
right now.

I went over to the bench and everybody was really excited.  Coach gave me
the thumbs up and I went out to the middle of the ice.  The arena was going
nuts.  Cheering on their goalie.  I knew exactly what I was going to do.  I
stood waiting for the whistle and I skated slowly with the puck wide to the
right of the net, then I picked up speed and went flashing in front of the
net, stopped on a dime and did a little 180 move and pushed a backhand over
the goalies shoulder.  I couldn't believe I actually made that play work.

I just stood there with the horn going off with my arms in the air.  My
team was skating over towards me in a big mob.  I was getting everything
from the stands thrown at me while I just stood there with my arms in the
air.  I must have gotten hit with 50 glasses of pop, coffee and who knows
what else.  I know I saw a hot dog go flying by my head too.

When my teammates reached me I was crying.  I felt so incredible.  We had a
huge group hug for a while, then we lined up to shake hands with the Duluth
guys.  Then we got the tournament trophy.  The first of many that year.  To
this day, with all of the hockey games I played, and I wished I could play
that game 500 more times.  When we went to our locker-room, the boosters
had a gigantic sub sandwich and tubs of pop and Gatorade waiting for us.
Coach gave us a nice speech telling us how proud he was and too keep our
heads on straight because we have a long way to go that season.  We all got
showered and cleaned up fast so the boosters and parents could come in and
enjoy the sub with us.  We were all singing the school song and laughing, I
never wanted that day to end.  I sat there munching on my sub thinking
about how miserable I was in life just a few months prior and how things
changed so quickly.



In the weeks ahead, we had a great season going for us.  We played really
hard and I was starting to get letters from college recruiters reminding me
to keep them in mind.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to college.  I
wasn't the best student, but I knew I could handle it.  In the back of my
mind, I really wanted to go into the military like my dad.  I guess I had a
couple of years to sort out what I wanted to do.  I knew my folks would
want me to go to college, especially if I got a free ride.

After January, we were still playing.  I can't remember what day it was,
but I was walking to my study hall and I was really late because I ate
something bad at lunch and was in the crapper for like a half an hour.  I
walked down the hall and saw a guy that I recognized, but I didn't really
know him.  I was in a couple of classes with him.  He was at his locker and
he was crying from what I could tell.  I stopped and asked him if
everything was ok and he told me to go away.  C'mon Roger, what's wrong?
"You know my name?"

"Sure, we are in science and English lit together".  I looked at him and it
looked like he just got smacked around pretty good by somebody.

"Roger, who did this to you?"

A couple of the guys Jack and Bill or something like that apparently had
kicked his ass after phyed because he popped a boner in the showers and
they accused him of looking at him.  Roger was a really small guy.  Like 5
foot nothing and probably was about 90 pounds.  No way he could have
defended himself against those two guys.  I remembered how I felt when I
got my ass kicked and realized that is how he felt.  He was going to go
home that day early because the two guys that beat him up were in his next
class, and he didn't want to face them again.  I guess I didn't blame him.

"Roger, do you know where my locker is?"

"Yes, its over by the cafeteria I think."

"Yep.  Why don't you get yourself together and meet me over by my locker in
about 10 minutes.  I have to take a crap really bad.  That frickin crap
they served at lunch is doing a number on me today."  It really was too.
When I got to my locker, Jeff was there.  I told him about Roger and what I
thought we should do for him.  He agreed and he went and found Ryan.  Us
three were standing there when little Roger approached us.  I said, ok.
Lets go over to Jack and Bill's lockers and see what they have to say about
all of this.

Roger was extremely frightened about this idea.  "Don't worry Roger.  We
will help you."

The two guys he pointed out, I kindoff knew.  They were pretty big dudes.
They were part of the "skids" which meant they apparently did a lot of
drugs and stuff.  Wore leather jackets etc.  I never really had much of a
problem with the so called Skids, but I did have a problem with these two.

Me, Jeff, & Ryan approached the two losers with Roger kindoff sulking in
the background.

"Hey dip-shits" I said.  Looking at both of them.  They looked up to see us
three standing in front of them.

"Lets have a little talk outside".  I said.

"What for.  I got nuthin to do with you guys."  Jack said.

"Sure ya do.  See Roger over there.  He's my friend and apparently you just
kicked the shit out of him for no reason.  So we are going to even things
up for him.  You can take me and one of my friends here in an even fight."

"Whatever dude.  Were not going to fight you, regardless, Roger is a fuckin
faggot man.  Something that I know you like.."

That set me off.  I lunged at Jack pushing him into his locker hard.  He
got up and he was furious.  I was a little scared myself.  By then we had a
small crowd around us and a couple of teachers came over and yapped at us
and told us to break it up.  So we did.  But I was still pissed off, that
is for sure.

I started to walk away and turned around to Jack again and pointed at him
and mouthed to him.  "Don't fuck with me or my friends".  He just stared
really hard at me and I walked away.  What a jerk I thought.  Roger was
obviously scared about this whole thing.  He was the center of attention
and was sure to get picked on by these guys again.

"Roger, if you have any problems with those losers, you just find one of us
or anybody else on the hockey team."  Ryan said.  "Are any of the hockey
players in the class that you have with them?"

"I think there are two.  Dennis and Al."  Roger said.

"Good.  I'm going to tell them to make sure that they don't bug you in
those classes.  Believe me.  Those two losers don't want to mess with them
or us."  I said.  I gave the little guy a squeeze and I think he felt a
little relieved.  I talked to Dennis and Al at our next practice and they
said that Jack and Bill were pretty much losers and were usually stoned and
didn't show up to class that much, but they would keep an eye out.

Thankfully that weekend, we didn't have a tournament or any games.  Teacher
meetings or something like that.  That was good.  I needed a break from
hockey.  So Sean me and the gang decided to go to the mall on Saturday and
maybe catch a movie or see if we could find a party.  I called up Roger and
asked him if he wanted to hang out with us.  I think he was really
surprised that I asked him.  But he was really excited to do so.  I don't
think he had that many friends, plus he seemed like a really nice guy.
Luckily some of my friends were getting old enough to drive so we didn't
have to get driven around by our parents anymore.  Thank god.  I was
looking forward to taking driving classes in the summer too.

We were at the mall hanging out in the arcade, eating pizza and having a
good ole time.  Me and Sean had become really close by this point and we
didn't really have a problem showing affection in public anymore.  It
became pretty natural I guess.  It was about 9 and the mall was closing and
Ryan said he heard that Doug was having a party at his house, so we all
decided to go to Doug's house.  I didn't know of a Doug, but somebody here
knew him because we were on the way to his house.

Sure enough, there was a party going on.  We all walked in and found the
beer.  Roger said he never really drank before, but he wanted some anyways.
Probably to help his nerves.  We went downstairs and I finally met the Doug
guy.  I recognized him from school, but didn't really know him that well.
He was a nice enough guy.  He was a junior and his folks were out of town
for two weeks.  That would be sweet I thought.  I told him who I was here
with and gave him some money for the beer we were sure to drink.  He seemed
cool with that.  We were talking about this and that and we heard some
yelling going on upstairs.  Loud yelling.  Doug sprinted upstairs and I
followed him.

Here was Jeff and Ryan just wailing on Jack and Bill.  They were doing some
serious damage to these two guys.  Then I saw Roger in a corner down the
hall crying.

Doug and some of his friends pulled Jeff and Ryan off the two losers and
kicked the losers out of the house when they told them why they were
getting a beating.

"Roger, what's wrong?  I would think you would be happy.  Those guys just
got their asses kicked."  Then he cried some more.  I stood him up and took
him in the back bedroom and sat on the bed with him while he sobbed.

He explained to me that when he got here, he went to the back bathroom and
Jack and Bill were back there and they took him in one of the side rooms
and Jack fucked him up the ass.  He raped this little guy.  He was shaking
like a leaf.

"Oh my god" was all I could say.  I was furious.  They raped this kid.  I
got up and went out to the living room where everybody was standing around
and I told Sean to go sit with Roger and I sprinted out the door trying to
find these pricks.

I could see a couple of people walking in the distance, so I figured it had
to be them.  I was full fledge running at these two fucks when they turned
around and saw me coming.  I lunged at Jack and just starting wailing on
him, just like my buddies had done.  I got up and kicked Bill in the balls
and gave him an uppercut right to the nose.  Then I grabbed Jack and took
him back to the house.  Bill limped away.

The bloody mess, known as Jack and I entered the house.  We were in the
kitchen, I was holding up Jack by his shirt and I told everybody in the
house to come to the kitchen.

"Everybody, this is Jack.  He just raped Roger in the back bedroom."
Everybody started coming towards him like a lynch mob.  I told everybody to
back off.  Only one person was allowed to come forward and that was Roger.
Sean brought Roger into the kitchen and I held Jacks arms behind his back
in a full nelson.

"Roger.  Is this the fucker that raped you?" I asked.

"Yes."  Roger whispered.  Looking embarrassed and mad and violated at the
same time.

Sean whispered something in his ear and Roger came up and kicked him right
in the balls.  If he was kicking a field goal, it would have been a 70
yarder.  I told him to do it again, and he did.  Then Roger said something
incredible.

"Let him go.  He's had enough."  Not by my standards, I thought.  But I
guess this guy got what he deserved for the most part.  Doug took Jack and
threw him down to the street where he crawled away.

I went to Roger and we went back to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Roger, I am really sorry about this.  I shouldn't have left you up here
with a bunch of people you didn't know.  I am really sorry."  I was too.  I
was the one who practically made him come with us that night.

"Brian, it's not your fault.  I should have been more careful.  I didn't
think those guys were going to be here."  he said.

I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him that maybe he might
want to take a shower, then we could go home.  He said he wanted to take a
shower, but that we didn't have to go.  There was a lot of beer to drink!
I smiled and wished I had a little brother like him.

"Can I ask you something Roger?  You don't have to answer if you don't want
to."  I said.

"Sure, what is it?"  he replied.

"Are you gay?  I'm just wondering."  I asked

"No.  I'm not gay.  I got that boner in gym thinking about some girl and
then those guys thought that I was looking at them.  I guess I am an easy
target."  He said.  "Are you gay?"  He asked.

I guess I thought it was common knowledge and I said I was and told him
that Sean was my boyfriend.  He didn't believe me, so I told Sean to come
over and gave him a big kiss and we were making out.

"OK, I BELIEVE YOU!!!!"  Roger said.  "Stop that, it's grossing me out."

We all laughed and I gave him another hug and told him to take his shower
and we could all get hammered.  Which we did.  During the night, I talked
more to Roger about his life and his dad died when he was young, and his
mom pretty much was a drug addict, so he was pretty much on his own in
life.  I told him that he had a new group of friends that would never turn
their backs on him.  He started to cry again and I just gave him a tight
squeeze.  One of our team managers was out with mono, so I told him to talk
to Coach about helping out with the team.  He was really excited about
that.  I joked with him that we didn't mind popping bones in the showers,
in fact it was encouraged.  He blushed.  Sean joined in and told him to
stay away from my bone, because that was reserved for him and only him.  I
secretly wondered what Roger's bone looked like, then I felt bad because of
what happened to him.

We all drank and drank and drank.  We all crashed at Doug's house.  Me and
Sean shared a room and had our fun.  Sloppy drunk fun.  But fun just the
same.  When I woke up, Roger was in the same bed with all of us, sleeping
behind me.  I guess he didn't want to be alone last night.  He had morning
wood, as I could feel it poking my back.  I took a quick peek and saw his
dick.  It was pretty small.  Like only 4".  He had a few pubes, but not
much else.  He was a late bloomer I guessed.  I went back to sleep and he
held me closer, so I held Sean closer.  Sean was the first to wake up and
he sprinted to the bathroom and threw up.  He must have been in there for
an hour.  I got up and closed the door.  The last thing I needed to hear
that morning was somebody puking.

I got back under the covers and went back to spooning with Roger.  He
stirred and woke up, but he didn't leave.  He held me closer.  I turned
around and he gave me a peck on the mouth and thanked me for being his
friend.  He leaned into me and gave me a really big hug.  I felt his dick
pressing against mine.  What was this little guy doing, I thought.  He
reached down and started to jerk me off.  I started to tell him to stop and
he shushed me.  He kept going like an expert until I blew my load all over
my chest.  I couldn't believe that he did that to me.  I whispered to him
that I wanted to return the favor for him and he nodded.  I scrambled under
the covers and pulled his boxers off.  I took his small, but delicious dick
into my mouth.  Then I sucked on his hairless balls.  He was twitching in
ecstasy in the bed.  Then I went back to his dick.  It reminded me of my
dick when I was 12.  Just starting puberty.  I went up and down on his rod
and he clenched up and blew a fantastic load into my mouth.  I slurped it
all up happily and continued to suck his dick until it went soft.  I went
back up to his face and gave him a nice kiss on the mouth and we held each
other again.  Then we drifted back to sleep.

I woke back up with Sean laying on the floor.  He must have really gotten
shitfaced last night.  I turned over to Roger wondering if what we did was
a dream or not.  He woke up.

"Brian, I wanted to do that since I first saw you in school, when you
helped me out.  I'm not gay, but I wanted to pay you back for what you did
for me."  he said.

"Well, I think we are even now."  I smiled at him and gave him a kiss on
the forehead.  He held me close.

"Do you think any girls will ever like me?"  He asked.  I thought of about
10 girls who might.

"Roger, you are a heartbreaker man.  My only regret is that you aren't gay.
Me, you and drinkie on the floor over there could have some real fun!"  I
said.  "Believe me, when you start helping with the hockey team, you will
have more girls than you know what to do with.

"But, I'm ummmm, kindoff short and ummmm small down there.  They probably
won't like me."  He said.

"Nah.  Your just a late bloomer.  I bet by this time next year you have a
big dick.  Your just starting out and it's already like 4 inches long.
Next year you have to show me how big it is.  I guarantee you that you are
at least as big as me... Well, set your goals higher than that."  I said.

We laughed and cuddled some more.  I couldn't understand why he didn't have
many friends.  He was a super nice guy, umm gives a nice hand job.. I
smiled.  Sean started moaning again, so I told Roger that we needed to
leave.  If I see him puke, then I will puke.  He agreed and got dressed.  I
watched him walking around the room naked trying to find his cloths.  Yep,
I thought.  He is going to be really hot in a year or two.  He saw me
watching him and blushed.


We got out to the kitchen and Doug was there.  He didn't look too good
either.  I don't think any of us did.  He had a pot of coffee brewing and
it smelled really good.  Doug poured us a cup of coffee and we went out to
his deck and drank it up.  It was pretty warm for a winter day.  It felt
good though.  We went back inside and sat around the table talking about
this and that.  Turns out that Doug was the school photographer.  He said
he goes to almost every hockey game plus all of the other sports.  I told
him that he better come and take some pictures of the tennis team too.  We
never got any recognition.  Both him and Roger were surprised I played
tennis.  I told them that was a normal reaction.

SHIT I thought.  My parents.  Well all of our parents.  They are going to
be pissed that we didn't come home last night.  I came up with a thought
that I would tell them that they said it was ok to sleepover at Ryan's
house.  Visa versa.  I hated getting in trouble.  I didn't like doing
stupid things like this.

"Hey" Ryan said when he walked into the kitchen.  He looked like somebody
took a shit on his face.  I wondered again why I didn't get hangovers like
those guys.  Maybe I didn't drink as much as them.  Ryan sat down and just
put his head between his arms.  Great, this is our ride home.  I'd rather
call up mom and tell her we all got drunk and I stayed the night and needed
a ride home.  It was getting on close to noon.  The Vikings game would be
on pretty soon.  I asked Roger if he wanted to go home, or stay here and
watch the game.  He said he could stay here.  I called home and got my
brother, thank god.  I told him the deal and he agreed to tell mom and dad
that I stayed at Ryan's house, and I was now at my friend Doug's house
watching the football game.

I went down and saw that the keg still had beer left, and it looked cold.
So of course I poured myself a beer and went back upstairs to watch the
game.  Ryan almost puked on the table when he saw the beer.  Jeff did puke
when he saw the beer.  He ran to the bathroom and yaked up the beer from
the night before.  He came back in and thanked me for making him puke.  We
didn't have school the next day because of the teacher conferences, so why
not have more fun!

We ordered some pizzas, then realized we had to all scramble to come up
with some money to pay for them.  I only had like 8 bucks.  We managed to
find enough to pay and eventually everybody had eaten and were drinking
beers again.  Except for Sean, who crawled off the floor to the couch I was
sitting on and put his head on my lap and slept all afternoon.  I asked
Doug if it was ok that we were still all there and if it was ok to invite
some of our girl friends over for a little Sunday party.  He did still have
½ a keg left.  When I said girls, he instantly lit up and ran to his
bedroom and took a shower and got all dolled up.  I called up Brianna and
told her where we were and she must have called up every girl she knew
because the whole house was flooded with girls.  And girls attract guys,
and before you knew it, the house was a big party.  Roger was having so
much fun, I lost sight of him again.  DAMN.  I thought.  I went looking for
him, making sure to keep an eye on him tonight.  But he was in the living
room talking to Kristy, who was a friend of Brianna's.  A little on the
plump side.  But she was nice.  I thought it would be funny to see those
two having sex together.

Brianna and Jeff were talking very seriously in the kitchen, as were Ryan
and Shana in the living room.  Great, my boyfriend is still hungover and
laying in the bedroom.  So I went to check on him and asked how he was
doing.  He said he still felt like shit and just wanted to rest.  I pulled
out my dick and brought it to his face and he just moaned, so I knew he was
serious.  So I left him and his hangover in the bedroom.

I went downstairs where Doug was showing some chick some of the pictures he
took.  I went over to his pool table and put a button on the table to play
next game.  I didn't even have a quarter.  All I had was a button.  I ran
upstairs to the bedroom and asked Sean if he had any money.  He said in his
wallet.  I opened his wallet and he had a shitload of money.  Christ.  Must
be nice to be rich I though.  I grabbed twenty bucks and put a little note
in his wallet that I owed him twenty bucks and went downstairs.  I replaced
my button with money and played pool for a while with some guys that I
didn't know.  Then this girl Kay came downstairs.  I kindoff knew her, but
not that well.  She got a beer and sat down next to me and was talking to
me about this and that, then she got really serious.

"Brian, I'm here with somebody you know.  I'm not sure how you will react."
She said.

"Ummm, ok."  Thinking I couldn't care a less who she was dating.  Probably
was one of the guys from the hockey team.

"It's Dan.  We didn't know that you were going to be here.  He wanted to
leave when he saw Jeff and Ryan and figured you were here somewhere too.
But I told him that we should stay.  Are you ok with this?"  She said.

"I guess.  He's not really our friend anymore.  As long as he doesn't start
any shit in Doug's house, I don't care.  We had plenty of drama last
night."  I said.

"Great Brian.  I knew you would understand."  and she gave me a kiss on the
cheek and went back upstairs.

I was sitting watching what was going on.  People watching is always a
favorite of mine.  Watching Doug try to somehow say the right thing so he
could get some action that night.  The two pool player guys acting like the
were Minnesota Fats or something.  I enjoyed all of that.

At that, Roger and Kristy came down the stairs looking for me.  Those two
were going to go back to Kristy's house and were leaving.  I had a huge
smile on my face when Roger told me and I told him thanks for this morning.
I gave him a big hug and they were off.  What an odd couple, but they were
happy, that is all that mattered.

I decided to get some more beer and go upstairs and see what was going on.
It was inevitable that I would have to see Dan, so I might as well get it
over with.  He was there playing cards with some guys and I gave him a nod
and a hello and went into the living room, where Jeff and Ryan and their
dates were nowhere to be found.  I just shrugged and drank my beer.  Then I
saw Dan coming over to me.  He sat down next to me.

"I guess we need to talk, huh?"  he said.

"I dunno man.  I don't have much to say.  I pretty much have decided what I
think of you.  So if you have something to say, then say it."  I said.

"I guess I just want to say I am sorry about what I did to you."  He said.

"Are you sorry for what you did, or that your fag hating thoughts backfired
on you and all your friends left you."  I said.

"Probably both."  He said.

"Dan, ya know.  You just go on with your life, and I will go on with mine.
I have no plans of fighting you or beating you up or any revenge.  I've let
it drop.  I don't want to be friends with you.  There is no going back with
us anymore.  What you did was cowardly man.  Plus, what you told Sean that
I touched your little brother!  C'mon.  I can take a beating, but being
lied about, that sucks."  I said.

"Yeah, I know.  I'm paying for it big time.  I just don't want you to hate
me for the rest of my life.  I can't say that I think being a homo is ok.
I don't.  But I shouldn't have done what I did."  he said.

He walked away.  I guess that was that.  I was kindoff glad we talked.
Sometimes it was good to get closure on a relationship.  And I had no
problem ending this one.

The party was winding down and I was pretty tired and a little drunk, so I
decided to turn in.  I went back to the bedroom and Sean was up watching
tv.  He turned it off when I came in.  I stripped to my boxers and went
under the covers with him.

"Ya know what Sean.  I love you.  I really love you."  I turned to him and
gave him a kiss and a hug.

"I love you too Brian.  I can't imagine being alive without you."  he said.

I wasn't normally that serious or intense, but I was that night.  I watched
all of the fake relationships and all of the bullshit that night and
realized what I had was really special.  The guy I had was really special.
Looking at Sean in the eyes, I had a tear go down my face that he wiped off
and gave me a kiss.  I don't know why I was crying at the moment, probably
tears of happiness.  We slept that night together facing each other with
our limbs wrapped around each other.  Sometimes not having sex was better
than having sex I thought when I woke up.

When I woke up, somebody was puking in the bathroom, so I went out to the
deck to take a piss.  There I saw Jeff and Ryan having a very animated
conversation.  They were smiling, then they gave each other a high five.  I
went out on the deck and pulled out my dick and pissed over the edge.  Then
I came back to them and asked them what was going on.

"WE BOTH POPPED OUR CHERRIES LAST NIGHT!!!!!"  Jeff said and gave me a hug.

They were both walking around like they were finally men.  I gave Ryan a
hug and told them congrats and that I thought that Roger also popped his
cherry with the plump girl.

We went back inside and Jeff was looking through Doug's refrigerator and
found some eggs and bacon.  And made a big breakfast for everybody who
wasn't too hungover to eat.  Brianna was sitting on his lap and Shana was
sitting on Ryan's lap.  Finally I thought.  Jesus christ.  Seems like it
took forever for these two.  At least I didn't have to hear about them
whining about it any more.  I gave them a smile and ate the breakfast my
Jeff made for us.  Sean wandered in and sat on my lap and helped me eat my
meal.  There were a bunch of people there that I didn't know, but they
didn't seem to mind.

For some reason, I just started laughing and it got contagious.  Before you
knew it, the whole table was laughing up a storm at no good reason, except
that we were happy with life as we knew it.  That is, until we went home
and had to face our parents....



Any comments are welcome.  Thanks for reading.  Dan