Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2004 23:06:34 EST
From: SeasonsDark@aol.com
Subject: Cameron and Me Part Two

If you are under the legal are in your area (18 or 21), leave now. Do not
come back until you are that age. If male on male action offends you,
leave. You have been warned. Also, the characters of Drew and Cameron in
this story are my own, and no one else's. Okay?


As we entered the boy's locker room, we encountered several boys in various
stages of undress. For some reason, Cameron grabbed my hand. I didn't say
anything, but I did feel a relief inside. I was hoping he was a little bit
bisexual. I took his hand, and pulled him into a secluded area. You can
change in here. He looked at me, a strange look on his face. "With you
here?"

"Yeah," I replied.

He smiled, and took off his shirt, throwing it to the concrete locker room
floor. As he started to unbutton his jeans, a guy from one of my classes
last year, Clark Nelson, yelled, his screams echoing through the
area. Since I had taken First Aid the first semester, I ran to see what was
up, leaving Cameron to fend for himself.

I dropped down to my knees at Clark's side. It looked like someone had cut
him with something; he was bleeding badly on the left side. I picked him
up, and carried him off to the nurse's station, only about a few yards from
the gymnasium.

As I laid him on the gurney, he rose his hands up, and make a gesture, like
he was getting ready to stand up and leave. I pushed him down, my hand
accidentally hitting his wound.  Using the telephone nailed to the
cinderblock wall, I paged the nurse, Mrs. Doppel, an obese German lady. She
ran into the room, yelled "Bumsen," and, after looking a second, realized
it was only from a Swiss Army knife's corkscrew that pricked him through
his shirt pocket.  He stood up from the table, gave me the finger, and
walked out, whispering, "Zealous little queer, ain't he?"

I kicked the gurney, partly in anger, and partly in embarrassment.
Mrs. Doppel looked my way, and smiled her standard half smile. She looked
at me, and said, "Was tun Sie Stille hier, Junge?"  I shook my head, and
left, returning to the locker room. As I entered the door, Cameron, from
the side, attacked me. "I'm done, already. Where do we go next?"

I was wearing shorts, so the coach would count me dressed out. I shrugged
inwardly, and walked into the gym's main room. By the looks of it all, we
were wrestling today.

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