Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 23:47:15 -0500
From: Deron Dreem
Subject: Come Sail Away / Chapter 1

All the usual disclaimers apply to this story. I am not going to say this
is all fiction, but I have tried to be as vague as possible to protect
those who might not like to be known. The following story Involves sex
between two teen males. If that bothers you, then please don't read. Please
be at least 18 or within your Legal right to be able to read it in your
area. Thanks 8-)

I also would like to thank two very important people. First, Billy Joe
Walker Jr. You were always an inspiration to me. Your writing moved me more
than you will ever know.  Secondly, Dave I love you. Thanks for being my
best friend.  Go Easy, This is my first post to Nifty.


			      Come Sail Away
				 Chapter 1


	Have you ever felt so utterly alone, that ever cell in your body
ached? I was once told that there were far worse things than being alone.
At this moment, I couldn't think of a single one. I hated visiting my
brother. He had a perfect life, perfect wife, and perfect Job. The only
reason I even tolerated coming up to Kenosha, Wisconsin to visit, was the
Lake. I love the water. To me there is nothing more relaxing. Sitting and
looking out across a vast body of water. Today was no exception, there was
a slight breeze coming in Off the lake and just a hint of chill to the air.
It's briskness had a small bite to it. Enough That it made my numbness seem
to wear off, even if it was only for a short time. I found my favorite
bench and sat. I grabbed my backpack and rechecked my supplies.  Book,
Pops, Smokes. Like a grocery list, I methodically checked through my bag
for what I felt I needed for the day.

	I reached in and grabbed a book. I had started reading this a week
ago, and thought it to be fitting of my mood. Edgar Allen Poe. Talk about
someone who was depressed, and troubled. I sat and read through The Raven
once again. Ever time I read it; I understood more of what he was feeling.
I stared out onto the water, letting my mind drift in and out of conscious
thought. Remembering another day when there was a chill in the air....

	It was a cold morning, and it was suppose to have snowed last
night. I glanced at the clock and noticed that I had just a little over 45
minutes before I had to meet Chuck over at the tennis courts. I hauled my
ass out of bed, and ran to the window. Nope, no snow to be seen anywhere.
As quick as I could I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I was
running around trying to hurry as fast as I could. I glanced at the mirror
and seen the same reflection I had seen for the past 18 years of my life.
Nothing special, 5'10" Brown hair, blue eyes, and a medium to stocky like
football player build. I sighed; maybe my mom thought I was good looking.
But the fish sure weren't jumping in the Boat.  I wasn't going to play
tennis on a November morning; I was going to play Street Hockey. Yep, not a
better place to play than a tennis court. You got your fence all the way
around, and with the net down, the length was just about right. I was
hoping that today we were going to have a better showing than last weekend.
I finished getting dressed and ran out the door. I threw my stuff in the
back of my truck. Net, sticks and drinks, and as usual I was the first to
arrive. Damn that makes me mad, why the hell do you say your going to be
here at 10:30, when you know your ass isn't going to show till 11:00. I
placed the net at one end of the court and started my warm ups. We liked
using a tennis ball for a puck. When you reached back and let that slap
shot go, man you could you make that bitch scream. Well as usual Chuck's
truck came screaming to a halt. Lets see what time it is. 11:10. I had to
laugh to myself, I mean I could have stayed in bed. I knew he was going to
be late. I just shook my head as I glanced over to the cars that had
followed him in to the park. I recognized the usual faces. Fresh meat. Like
taking candy away from a baby.

	I made a couple more shots and felt good enough to take the net for
warm ups.  Donning the glove and goalie stick I stepped in net and let
these guys give me there best.  Chuck was the only one that could
consistently get it by me. That shit eating grin he would cock on his face
as the ball would sail past me on the weak side.  Taking the impossible
angle shots and getting them to go in was what he lived for. I sized up
everyone and noticed that the teams were going to be lopsided. Chuck had
mentioned that Darin was supposed to meet them at work this morning. When
he didn't show he called.  His brother said he was still in bed. And from
what he could see, wasn't getting up anytime soon. I didn't know Darin all
that well. He worked with Chuck at the chicken joint and we had partied
once. That's about all I knew of him. Chuck said he lived close and was
going to go over and see if he could get his ass out of bed. We continued
to screw around, and Chuck took off down the road in search of our missing
player.

	We had a little half court going on when his truck pulled back into
the park. I was playing D and really didn't notice when he walked up. I was
screwing with this rookie's chain and taunting him good. I stole the ball
and iced it down to the other end to stop their offense this time around.
When I glanced up, I wasn't ready for what I saw. Kyle had struck out with
getting Darin to come, so his brother came instead. He looked to be young,
I really couldn't tell his age. He stood about 5' 10" and had brown hair,
and the most adorable face that could have ever graced an angel. I stole my
glances and tried not to make it obvious that I was staring. He took his
warm up shots, while Chuck was in net warming up a little. I couldn't help
but notice the small hole in his jeans at the seat of his pants. I'm not
really sure if it was a tear, or the material was worn through. I leaned
back against the fence and just watched this kid. He was graceful and
seemed to have pretty good control of the ball. I admired the way he seemed
to almost float around the court.  Chuck was really giving him the shit
now, and I couldn't help but smile.  Chuck had this incredible gift of
making you feel like shit with just a mere laugh.

	I watched as Chuck warmed up and noticed that he seemed as ready as
I was.  I really wanted this kid on my team. I tried to talk to him, and
found I was tongue tied all of a sudden. When I glanced in his direction, I
found I was scared. Worried that he would notice I couldn't keep my eyes
off of him. As you could have guessed earlier, I usually don't have a
problem of talking shit, hell I have never have had a problem of talking to
anyone. Why now. Why this kid? What made him so special that he could make
my chest feel like it was ready to explode. My mouth goes dry and my head
feel dizzy.  Teams were being picked and Chuck and the new kid were on the
opposite team. I finally heard his name. His name was Brian. Fitting I
thought, he looked like a Brian. The game started, Chuck was playing center
and I was forced back to playing Defense.  Hopefully with a little stick
checking I could keep Chuck down to just a hand full of goals. I smiled as
I seen Brian putting on the glove and grabbing the goalie stick. An evil
grin appeared on my face. I was going to light this kid up. As usual Chuck
had all the shots. Giving his team a 3-goal lead in a matter of what seemed
like a few minutes. I called time out and grouped our team back by the
net. We discussed a few plays and went strong on Offense.  I played back at
what would be the blue line. Letting them set me up for the slap shot, and
hoping for a knock in on any rebounds. I let some serious shots fly on goal
and I was starting to get flustered. Brian was stopping everything we let
fly. I traded off and jumped up to Left Wing. I was going to the net and I
was going strong. I let loose a little wrist shot and it went through the
ole 5 hole. I pumped my fist and was ready now.  We all played the game
hard as we could, and you could really feel the intensity building on the
court. When all was said and done, we lost. We just couldn't put anything
together. And I must admit Brian played one hell of a game. As we sat
around drinking and cooling down I worked up the courage to talk to him.

       " Hey Brian, you played one hell of a game today." He looked up at
me, and for a second I looked deep into those chocolate brown eyes of his
and froze.  "Thanks, you had some real killer shots today yourself. Several
I really had a tough time seeing till the last minute. To be really
truthful with you," he leaned in close to me. And then started to almost
whisper in my ear. "I was really lucky to just deflect them." While he
leaned in, I really got a close look at him. His face and skin looked so
soft and smooth, and he even smelled good sweaty. As he backed away I
couldn't resist it any more. I just had to feel that skin. I made a fist
and playfully swung at his chin.  "Ah stop it, your just trying to suck up
cause you need a ride home." I smiled hoping I didn't look stupid, or my
comment didn't seem out of place. He smiled at me and said.  "Damn was it
that obvious?"  "Asshole" and I playfully pushed him backwards. We both
busted out laughing and at that moment I knew that I had to be his friend.
We all started carrying our things back to our cars, when I asked Brian if
he needed a ride home. He looked at Chuck and asked if he was going to be
able to drop him off, or should he ride with me.  "I don't care" Chuck
said, "just tell your brother that he's a bum. I am going to personally
make him my Bitch tomorrow at work for standing me up again." We all busted
out laughing. I guess it was just the thought of him being his personal
bitch that was funny.

	We Jumping in my truck, I asked which way? Brian gave me directions
and off we drove. I asked if he was hungry, just hoping to be able to spend
as much time with him as possible. "Nah, I have to get home. I'm sure by
now my Mom has a list of shit a mile long for me to do." I smiled and
agreed that moms can be that way. We talked as I drove and found out more
about him. He was 15, loved hockey, golf, camping, and swimming. We pulled
into his driveway and he thanked me for the ride. We just kind of sat there
for a second. He almost looked like he didn't want to get out of the
truck. I asked if he ever went to see the local hockey team play. They were
IHL and for the most part O.K.  He looked at me and said he loves to go,
but never really gets a chance that much. He is the only one in the family
that really likes hockey. Well I gave him my number and told him to call
sometime. I mentioned that I had season tickets, and get kind of bored
going by myself all the time. He thanked me again and got out of the truck.
I watched as he walked towards the house. Letting my truck slowly back out
of the driveway.

	I made my way home with thoughts of Brian running through my mind.
His smile, his laugh, he was really fun to be around. I walked into the
house about 15 minutes after dropping him off. Making my way back up to my
room to shower and clean up, my mom yelled at me. "What mom", I yelled as I
was peeling my shoes and socks off.  "You better get those things off now
mister and start a load of laundry before your brother gets home or your
not going to get to use it." True I thought. My Brother had moved out of
the house several years ago, but still to this day did not own a washer and
dryer. I ran down stairs with a basket full of darks and was loading the
washer when mom walked in and pinched my butt. I jumped and she laughed.
"Oh by the way she said, still laughing. Who is Brian?"  Huh I thought, how
did she know Brian?  "I just met him a couple of hours ago. A guy I played
hockey with today.  Why?"  Mom grabbed a handful of hangers and said.  "He
called a few minutes before you got home; his number is next to the phone."
I felt that tightness again in my chest and didn't want to seem overly
anxious in front of my mom.  "O.K. mom thanks." I walked past the phone,
grabbing his number and walked upstairs to use the phone in my room.

         I sat on the bed and just shook with nervousness. I was so
excited, and yet nervous at the same time. I picked up the phone and dialed
the number. A voice answered the phone that sounded like it might be Brian
but I wasn't sure.  "Yeah may I speak to Brian please?"  "This is Brian"
said the voice.  "Hey Buddy" I said trying to cover my nervousness. "This
is Scott, my mom said you called."  "Well um yeah I did. Are you still
looking for someone to go to a hockey game with?  Cause if you are I see
that there is a home game tonight and well. I um." He paused for a second
and said. "Well I am not doing anything and I thought that well." He paused
and the phone went silent.  "Is there a home game tonight?"  He shot
back. "Yeah and were playing The Lumberjacks tonight."  "Hang on" I ran
over to my desk and open the drawer and pulled out my stack of tickets.
Sure enough, there was a home game tonight.  "Tell you what, are you going
to be home for the next hour?"  "Yeah, why?"  "Well I have to jump in the
shower and clean up, then see if I can score you a ticket for tonight's
game. Is that O.K?"  "Sure" he said.  "Great as soon as I find anything out
I will call you back."

         I called the box office to see if the seat next to me was open. It
was, so I reserved it and jumped in the shower. I can't believe this is
happening to me. I let the hot water run over my head trying to clear my
thoughts and make sense of everything.  I jumped out with the towel wrapped
around me and called Brian back immediately. I think he was as excited as I
was. We made plans, and I told him that I would be over to pick him up
around 5:00. Was that going to be O.K. with him and his Family?  "Sure, I
already asked and they don't care. I just need to be home before 11:00."
"That can be arranged, unless we go into O.T." Laughing we said our
goodbyes and I hung up the phone. At that very moment I can truthfully say
I never felt better in my whole life. The Adrenaline Rush that went through
my body was like nothing I had ever felt before. One moment I was shaking
from nervousness, now I'm.. I'm SCARED....

	The sound of laughter brought me back. I jumped and looked around,
there were some kids running by. I reached for my pop and took a big swig,
then lit a smoke...  I let my hands rub my face; I was trying to rub the
numbness from my mind. As I pulled my hands back they were shaking. My
minds eye caught the breaking water off shore and I felt dizzy again. I
looked at my watch and realized that I had only been here 15 minutes. I
closed the book and thought about that Raven. Would he stay atop my door
forever?


I hope you like this 1st installment.