Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 09:41:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Silver <kchsstucosilver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Being a Good Friend Part 2

	As much as I wanted this kiss to happen, I pulled away after what
seemed like an eternity. A thousand thoughts raced through my already
confused mind. Did he really want this too? Was I dreaming or was this
real? Was he still drunk? Did he mean for that to happen? Did he think I
was someone else? As I thought about all these things, I forgot he was even
there. When I realized he was still there, he had a pain and confused look
on his face.

	"Justin, are you ok?" He seemed really concerned. I was still
confused. Perhaps this whole thing was some trap or joke. He knew I was
gay, I trusted him enough to tell him almost a year ago. Did he and Kristy
and all his friends try to trap me with the party and now with the kiss? I
was so confused. I got up from the bed still with only the towel around my
waist.

	"I'm sorry Cam. I need to go. This, this just isn't right." I
realized then that I didn't have any clothes with me. They were all wet
from last night. "Damn! My clothes are still wet!" I shook my head and sank
down in the nearest chair, with my head in my hands.

	"What happened last night? Why are your clothes wet?" Oh my
gosh. He doesn't remember a thing from last night. He must have been to
drunk to remember.

	"Never mind. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt, shorts, and
underwear?"

	He shook his head. "Go ahead man. I don't mind." So I picked up the
clothes that he knocked off the bed last night and put them on. I grabbed
my wallet, keys, and cell phone and started to leave him room. He just sat
on his bed, looking at me with a hurt expression. Before I left the room, I
turned to him.

	"By the way, your car is at Kristy's house."

	I left the room and walked down the stairs, finally reaching the
front door. Before I could open it, I heard someone running down the
stairs.

	"Justin! Stop!" I froze and closed my eyes. I really didn't want to
deal with this right now. But I turned around anyways.

	We looked at each other. I could see a lot through his eyes. He was
confused, hurt, scared. I could tell he could see the same thing in my
eyes. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and
we sat down, just looking into each other's eyes.

	"Justin, why? Why are you leaving? Please stay." I couldn't believe
what I was wearing. He wanted me here. Almost as if his feelings towards me
were the same as mine toward him -- love.

	"Cameron, I can't do this. I mean, you could still be drunk. It
would be like taking advantage of you, and I couldn't do that. Or this is a
trap. I just don't know." I kept on rambling, the dumbest stuff imaginable
coming from my mouth. I don't know why I was doing this.

	"Justin, stop!" I don't understand. I do not remember a thing about
last night. Tell me, please." I could see it in his eyes he really had no
idea what had happened -- he was totally confused and helpless. Just like
last night, which is what drew me towards him. I told him everything --
Kristy's party, finding him drunk in the bathroom, him throwing up, me
taking him home, the shower incident, me waking up to find him snuggled up
against me with his arm around my waist, the kiss. Somewhere in the midst
of this, he took my hand and held it. I didn't even notice until I looked
down and saw it.  I looked back at him and he smiled at me.

	"Justin, stop worrying. I want this. I can promise you I'm not
drunk and this isn't a trap. I wouldn't do that to you." His voice seemed
so certain and his eyes confirmed it. He wasn't lying. At that moment, I
knew that kiss meant so much. I smiled and a tear fell from my eyes. He
wiped it off and pulled me in for a hug. I've gotten a lot of hugs in my
life, but never one like that. We held each other for what seemed like an
eternity before we let go. I looked at him and he looked at me, and then we
kissed just as passionate as before. Tongues colliding and hands roaming,
it was the most romantic thing I had ever felt and it just seemed so right.

	We pulled apart and he grabbed my hand again. He led me up to his
room and we went over to the bed. We kissed again and again. I couldn't
believe this was happening, but it was. Next thing I knew, we were both as
naked as the day we were born. I stood up and looked down at him. He was
the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Not only was he beautiful on
the outside -- blonde hair, perfect body, hairless arms and legs, and the
most beautiful eyes and smile I have ever seen -- he was even more
beautiful on the inside -- amazing personality, friendly, charming,
romantic, sweet, intelligent. Totally everything I want in a guy was
sitting in front of me.

        I sat back down and he pulled me in for another kiss. This time, he
had his hands on my waist and literally picked me up and put me on top of
him. He still kissed while our erections were smashed into each other. The
heat around our groins was so intense it could cook a steak. We kissed and
our hands began to roam all over. My hands were on his strong, muscular
back, feeling every muscle ripple as we kissed over and over. His hands
were in between the two of us, pushing our erections together. I moaned
into his mouth and was silence by his tongue. I got off of him and we laid
side by side, my left leg atop his right leg. We kissed more and more as we
held each other's hard cocks and worked them with so much passion and
lust. I could feel my orgasm climb in my balls and his breathe became
shallow and he began to pant. We were both so close! My primal instincts
took over and just as I was about to scream with pleasure, his mouth
enveloped mine and it suppressed my screams! My cock exploded all over me,
as did his all over himself.

         By the time we had both stopped cumming, I had nothing left in
me. I was covered in cum from my neck to my balls -- so was he. He grabbed
my hand yet again and led me to the shower where we cleaned each other and
just held each other close for what was close to two hours.

        Cameron and I continued this relationship for almost two weeks. He
wanted it to be kept a secret, so none of even my closest friends who I
trust with everything knew. He just didn't want to ruin his reputation. I,
on the other hand, could care less. I wanted to scream to the world from
the rooftops my love for Cameron! But I kept it hidden because its what he
wanted and I wanted him to be happy.

        About two weeks after that amazing night and morning, I was walking
down the hall at school at the end of the day after Winter Break and saw
Cameron surrounded by all his friends. I had agreed I would not talk to him
at school if all his friends were around. As I walked past, I slowed down
so I could hear what they were saying.

        "Cam, we need to talk to you about something. We all think
something is going on between you and Justin. I know ya'll are friends and
stuff, but we think it might be something more. Are you gay?"

        I stopped dead in my track and looked over. They didn't see me and
neither did Cam. I listened to what he had to say.

        "What are you guys talking about? Me, gay? Yeah, right. There is
absolutely nothing going on between me and Justin. I really don't know what
you are talking about. We aren't even friends. I only know him from Biology
freshman year."

        I was floored. Was he that embarrassed and worried about his
reputation that he'd even say we weren't friends? I turned around and
completely decided not to meet him where we always met after school. I
headed straight for the parking lot. I was halfway out to my truck when I
heard a honk behind me. I turned around to see Cameron in his car. I turned
back around and kept walking. He came up next to me and rolled down his
window.

        "Justin, get in. Please." I rolled my eyes and got in the passenger
side. We rode in silence to my car and he pulled into the empty spot next
to it. He parked the car and turned to me.

        "Justin, I know you heard what I said in the hall. I saw you."
Before he could say anything else, I put up my hand.

        "Shut up. Don't you say a word. There isn't anything you can say
that I haven't already heard. You made it perfectly clear in the hall. You
are ashamed of what we have and you even denied we were friends. You care
about your reputation so much you'd completely write me out of your public
life to protect it? Forget it, Cam. I want nothing to do with you." I got
out of the car and slammed the door, walking over to my truck. He drove off
without another word. I got in and shut the door, turned on the car, and
just sat there. I put my hands on the steering wheel and stared out of the
window for a couple minutes. I was startled back to reality by a knock on
my window...

To Be Continued!

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