Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 00:31:38 -0500
From: Kan seiji <kanseiji@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Where I Stand - Chapter Two (Gay/High School)

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"From Where I Stand"
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Chapter Two ^Ö Routines

I breathed a sigh of relief as the school day ended. Justin and I separated
after class as he went off to meet up with Katie. Justin ran track in the
spring, but during the fall he would just work out on his own and not really
get involved in school sports. It worked out well for us hanging out since
only one of us had an extra schedule to work around at a time. And during
the fall when I would be at soccer, he would utilize the time to satisfy his
needy girlfriend. They would probably spend the afternoon making out and
possibly fucking at her house. Shaking that unpleasant thought from my mind,
I threw my books in my locker and made my way down to the field house to get
changed for practice.

When we started high school, Justin and I both determined that we needed to
stay in shape and thus we both worked out and joined sports teams. Justin
was a trackie who ran sprints and hurdles that, along with frequent lifting,
made him the muscular stud he was. I on the other hand couldn't stand
running in circles or sitting around lifting weights because of the shear
boredom, so I opted for playing soccer, which I could actually get involved
in, and biking so I wouldn't have to see the same 400 meters of track over
and over.

Practice wasn't always fun and actually quite often it was unpleasant, but
it gave me something to do in the afternoons so I wouldn't just go home and
be a complete loser...just a partial loser. My body tensed up a little as I
entered the locker room. This part was always a little stressful...even more
so after practice. I would do my best to just march straight to my locker,
stare into it as I changed and then go right out to the field without
looking around...but that usually didn't work. At my high school, soccer
players were pretty high on the hot scale...a lot of the players would talk
and joke while changing, but I was always afraid that if I did the same, I'd
throw a bone or get caught staring a little too much at the half to
practically fully naked guys everywhere. I didn't think that the people at
my school were too bad as far as homophobia, but why take chances. If I
couldn't even bring myself to tell my best friend, why should I let anything
on to these people? As I stripped off my shirt and jeans, I took a quick
survey of myself. After playing soccer somewhat religiously for a few years,
I guess I was shaped out alright. I was always thin, so that wasn't much of
an issue. I always wanted more muscle on me, but I couldn't come close to
some of the people around me. Despite that, I was half satisfied at the tone
and a little definition that I'd gained over the last few years. I pulled
off a faint six pack and my arms and legs had noticeable definition. My
chest was a bit woeful seeing as I did almost no upper body workout...but at
least everything was somewhat proportional. Feeling the urge, I glanced
around a little at the other guys in the locker room. They ran the gambit
from pretty nice to amazing. I would usually concentrate on a few guys that
I especially admired...physically at least. One of them happened to be
Jason, who had a locker a few down from mine. Luckily for my staring
tendencies, his locker was near the door, so I could always pretend to be
looking at someone coming in or leaving while I checked him out...which was
very often. Jason had a very classic athletic soccer guy build, complete
with the strong legs and toned upper body. Unlike most of us, he actually
used his arms playing as he was one of the goalies and especially enjoyed
looking at the smooth and pronounced curves of his upper arms. As I gazed
for probably a second too long, Jason turned and caught my eyes, which I
quickly averted slightly toward the door. He quickly threw on his practice
jersey and, fully dressed, walked over towards me.

"Oh god, please tell me he didn't see me staring," I thought to myself as he
came up to me. I was mostly dressed myself, save my shoes and jersey, as he
reached me.

"Hey, how's it going Chris?"

"Oh hey Jason. Not too bad, yourself?"

"I'm good. Did you hear coach is running practice shorter today?"

"Uh...no. I didn't hear anything."

"Ah, well he apparently has a doctor's appointment or something that he has
to get to, so we're only gonna be like 35 minutes today."

"Oh, sweet. I guess that's a bit of a blessing." It really wasn't, at least
for me, since I wanted to spend more time there than at home since I'd be
Justin-less tonight.

"Yeah. So a few of us were gonna go hang out for a while and maybe catch a
movie or something after since no one is buried in homework just yet. You up
for it?"

"Uh..." I barely got that much out before Jason cut in.

"Come on Chris. I know I always ask you and you always have something to do
or somewhere to be, but there is more time today and we're really not that
bad to hang around."

"Ah, no I mean...Jason, it's not that, I've got nothing against you guys,
it's just..." I blanked out mentally searching for an excuse and I suddenly
remembered the promise I made to Justin earlier...oh well, it couldn't hurt
right? Jason was a nice guy and now maybe I could stare at him a little more
without being so conspicuous...god my mind was scraping the gutter.

"Well?"

"Um...sure. Why not?"

"Really??"

"Yeah, I guess I don't have to be home for anything until much later.
Besides, I don't want you to think I was just blowing you off." I cringed
mentally as I said that last sentence...I desperately hoped he wouldn't take
it the wrong way.

"Ha ha, it's ok Chris, really. I mean you're one of the only guys on the
team who actually makes Dean's List. I know you spend a lot of time working
and studying."

Whew. "Heh, yeah, but like you said, school hasn't piled up too much just
yet, so I may as well try to enjoy the downtime a bit."

"That's the spirit. Oh shit, we better get out there before coach has a
hissy fit. I'll come find you after ok?"

"Yeah cool, thanks Jason."

"Alright, hurry let's go."

Luckily the conversation was just short enough to keep us from being late.
We were almost the last ones on the field and Coach Matthews gave me a bit
of an evil eye for it. Come to think of it, a lot of people liked giving me
evil eyes...of course I've also been told that I give some pretty
soul-chilling looks myself. Once when Katie made some remark about me, I
gave her the most mind-shattering look I could muster and just as she was
about to start off on me again, she froze...like Satan had touched her. It
was awesome. Andy busted out laughing at the sight of her terrified face. He
said afterward that, "Dude, I've never seen anyone shut her up like that.
That was tight! You have to show me how to do that." I told him to look
right into the eyes and in your mind, picture the person in any or all forms
of absolute agony...and then enjoy the view. I guess it works for me. I tend
to enjoy the image of flames burning the bitch's skin off, but that's just
me...

Coach gave use his little explanation for cutting practice short today, but
told us that we'd have full practices the rest of the week plus a Saturday
session for any "stragglers" to prepare for next week's game...I groaned,
probably a bit too loud, since I knew he always thought of me as a
"straggler" and would look for any reason he could to kick me off the
team...like not showing up to a Saturday practice. We started warm-ups and
then did drills for 25 minutes before it was time for him to go. He told us
to run a mile around the track before we left and that Johnson, the captain
and his little henchman, would make sure we did. I was doing defense drills
with Jason as the forwards took shots to get past me and him. After we
finished up, Jason came up to me.

"Hey, I noticed back there you were holding back a little too much whenever
the shots came in on the left. Just stretch it a little more and you'll be
good," Jason told me as we started walking to the track.

"Oh, yeah I guess I let a few too many past that side. Thanks."

"Hey no problem. Besides, you were blocking out most of them anyway...I was
getting bored back there. Ha ha."

I blushed a little and smiled. "Ha, thanks. Besides, no one gets past you
anyway. You'll probably have 10 shutout games this year...again."

Then it was his turn to blush. "Aw, thanks man. Hey, let's get this run done
quick so we can go."

"Oh yeah, let's go. This shouldn't take long."

"Yeah well maybe not for you, but I'm not used to running around," he
chuckled as we started running. "Besides, we'll be waiting for Eric and Paul
since they're coming with...and you know how slow they are."

I let out a little sigh as we ran along. "Yeah I know...I know they can run
fast. I mean they intercept people like fucking missiles in games, but they
just don't..."

"Try?"

"Yeah."

"Heh, yeah I know. Hey actually they're right there, let's pass em. Maybe we
can taunt them into running faster."

"Sure let's give it a shot." We ran up behind Eric and Paul, who were
leisurely running and chatting at a relatively slow pace. Jason suddenly
sped up a bit and smacked Eric upside the head as we passed them.

"Oh you are so dead Coleson!" Eric yelled as he started to chase Jason down.
Paul and I both laughed at them and sped up to try and keep up with the cat
and mouse chase.

"So Chris, are you joining us today?" Paul asked as we started catching up
to Jason and Eric, who were slowing as they started to get winded.

"Uh, yeah, Jason talked me into it."

"Ah, cool. I hope you don't think we're so bad that you don't wanna hang out
with us."

"No, that's not it. Jeez why does everyone think I have a problem with
them?"

"Well we have invited you a few times and you always blew us off."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just busy with schoolwork and stuff. I didn't mean
anything by it."

"Haha, nah it's cool. We're just glad you finally decided to come out of
your shell a little. Jason's been trying to get you to actually talk for a
little while."

That made me wonder a little bit. I couldn't imagine why Jason, or anyone
for that matter, would put forth that much effort on me.

"Eh, I just hope you guys don't find out how much of a complete loser I am."
Self-deriding was always a bit of a defense mechanism for me.

"Come on now. You're one of the best mids we've got and you actually do well
in school. Actually spending time studying doesn't make you a loser."

"I hope so...although I'm getting pretty fed up with studying all the time
anyway."

"Eh, you should just come chill with us after practice some days. We do try
to study too...but it just doesn't get too far. Ha ha."

Jason and Eric made a bit of a dash at the end to get finished as Johnson
tallied off people. Johnson was an ok guy, but he was a bit of a suck up to
Coach Matthews, so I didn't really have the best relationship with him since
he tended to share the coach's opinions on people. Paul and I sprinted the
last few dozen feet past Johnson, who hardly glanced, and sort of in unison,
we kept running past Jason and Eric, who had slowed down to catch their
breath, towards the field house.

"GUYS!! WAIT UP!!" Jason yelled as he tried somewhat tiredly to catch up.

My dread started to build up again as we entered the locker room. Not
everyone showered at school, but a lot did. I usually didn't given my
paranoia of becoming aroused around all the hot naked men, but today was a
bit different. Since we'd be going to hang out, I wouldn't really have a
chance to go home to shower up, so I'd have to do it there... Also, it had
just occurred to me that I didn't have a towel and the school didn't really
provide any most days.

"Hey Chris, you can borrow one of my towels, I know you usually don't shower
here," Jason said as he offered me a spare towel.

"Oh, thanks Jason. I was just about to ask."

"Heh, yeah I saw the confused look. Don't worry, I gotcha covered man."
Jason winked at me and I felt a shudder go through me from top to
bottom...especially the middle. He turned around and stripped completely
practically right in front of me...I thought I might lose it right there.
I'd seen most of his body before, but I never really stuck around long
enough to see him go shower. Most of the guys on the team knew each other,
so modesty wasn't really an issue. Every once in a while I'd even here guys
talking about sex and even on occasion comparing dick sizes...boys. As Jason
bent over to get his shorts completely off, I was greeted with a picture
perfect view of his ass...which was beautiful. The guy had no fat or excess
anything on him...it was all just perfect skin and muscle. I averted my gaze
as soon as I regained some of my voluntary control and not a moment too soon
as he turned around to head to the shower. I caught a fleeting glimpse of
his very nicely proportioned cock as he walked away. I closed my eyes for a
second to try and collect myself and exert whatever self control I had as I
stripped down myself to follow him in. I figured I could get away with a 1-2
minute shower since practice wasn't that long. The less time I spent in
there the better. As I stepped into the shower, practically staring at my
feet to keep from noticing all the hot bodies around me, I noticed the only
free showerhead was next to Jason...of course it was, why would God let me
off that easy? I took a deep breath and headed in and turned on the head as
hot as I could stand...which is pretty hot. I was subconsciously hoping some
of the steam would fog up the place and obscure some views. As I stepped
into the spray with my eyes closed, I tried to focus on not getting hard
right there and then. However, my curiosity was against me and I snuck a few
peeks of Jason next to me. He was obviously enjoying the hot shower as he
had his eyes closed under the spray, letting out occasional sighs of
relaxation. As discretely as I could manage, I gave him an up and down look
a couple times when his eyes were closed. He was stunning. The water
streaming over him just made him look so incredibly hot. Also, I started to
notice his face more than usual. He was quite striking, with nice smooth
features and short dark brown hair. He always wore it spiked up in a bit of
a mess like me, but I couldn't help thinking he wore it so much better than
me. One of those, I don't care, but it looks great anyway hairstyles...god I
was practically drooling. Just then, he opened his eyes and I turned away
and kept my back to him as much as possible. I was a bit on the hard side
and was mentally willing it down as much as I could. Then Jason walked by on
his way out and gave me a bit of a look over in a very nonchalant way. I got
very nervous very quickly.

"Hey, well it looks like what they say about Asians isn't all true. Ha ha,"
Jason laughed as he stopped in front of me.

A little bit confused, I gave him an "uh, wha?"

"Your dick dude, looks like you got a few of the good genes."

I blushed uncontrollably and he just laughed a little. "Dude, it's nothing
to be ashamed of. Just be glad you're not one of the pencil dicks like some
of the other guys!"

I guess I was a bit on the blessed size, with a relatively good sized dick
at about 6" with what I had hoped was a good proportional fit to my body.
"Um, yeah I guess so. Heh." Thank god I was only about half hard so it
wasn't completely embarrassing or telling. Jason turned and walked out and I
followed a few seconds after first breathing a sigh of relief as I turned
off the shower and toweled off. I got dressed in my street clothes as
quickly as I could and adamantly averted my eyes from Jason. As I was
pulling on my shoes, he came up to me.

"Hey, about ready?"

"Yup, where are Eric and Paul?"

"Right here," Paul chimed in as the two walked over to me and Jason.

"Alright let's get going. I'm hungry too, how bout you guys?" Eric chimed
in. We all agreed on the hunger front, so we decided to grab a bite nearby
before heading into town to hang out. We settled on a little café near
school. After sitting down and deciding on food, we gave our orders to a
waiter and started talking. The conversation was actually nice and relaxed
with the subject matter bouncing around a bit from soccer to school to girls
to current events and even a bit on politics...thankfully they were all
anti-Bush...YAY! We put the conversation on hold as our food arrived and we
all voraciously attacked...teenaged boys, food doesn't stand a chance.
Within 15 minutes, we had all polished off our food and were basking in
semi-food comas. After managing to stand up, we split the bill and decided
to go downtown and hit the mall at Copley Place for a bit. We walked to the
T station and started the roughly 30 minute commute into downtown Boston. I
was mostly quiet on the ride as Eric and Jason chatted a little and Paul
napped in his seat. As we were crossing the bridge into Boston, I got a call
on my cell from Justin.

"Hey J."

"Hey Ace, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I'm just on the T."

"Please tell me you're not heading home."

"Heh, actually I'm heading over to Copley with a few of the guys from the
team."

"REALLY??! YES! I am so proud of you!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, even though he couldn't see it. "Look,
Jason invited me and I didn't think blowing him off was very nice. Besides,
we had a short practice today and I have no homework."

"Still, big step for you."

"Yeah, whatever. So what are you doing?"

"Eh, I just left Katie's."

"Already? I thought you two would be doing it until the cows came home."

"Heh, well we were fooling around and making out for a while, but I think
she's PMSing or something cause she started to get all bitchy, so I just
left. I'm not in the mood to deal with her shit right now."

"Ha ha, good for you. So what are you doing then?"

"Forget it Chris, I'm not gonna come with you. You'll just have to play nice
and hang out with your friends there."

"Who said I was gonna ask you to come?"

"Then tell me you weren't going to."

"...Fine, so I was going to ask. Is that so wrong?"

"No, but you don't need to have me around. Just go have some fun, ok? I'll
see you when you get home."

"Heh, alright, I'll see you later."

"You better. Later Ace." With that he hung up. We had just pulled into a
station and Jason came and sat down next to me after the seat next to me got
vacated.

"So who was that?"

"Huh? Oh that was just Justin checking up on me."

"Ha! Yeah I heard you guys are like attached at the hip most of the time."

"Heh, well it's not permanent or anything, the doctors told us the operation
was a complete success," I let out with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"Ha ha. Yeah well, I just heard you two were really close."

"Yeah, we've been friends since we were like 6."

"Oh wow. Oh yeah, I think Katie mentioned that once. You know his girlfriend
right?"

"Yeah...I hope you don't buy everything she says..."

"Oh god no. That bitch is crazy."

"Haha. I thought you two were friends or something."

"Oh we are, and as her friend I can say with complete honesty that's she's a
cunt."

I about keeled over laughing. I was starting to love this guy. "Yeah those
are my thoughts exactly, but I try to be as civil as possible around her for
Justin."

"Heh, you must really be close if you put up with her for him. I don't know
if I could manage that."

"I try...it doesn't always work, but I try."

"Yeah me too. I've only met Justin like once I think. He seems cool."

"He's great. He's also probably one of the only reasons I'm sane."

"What do you mean?"

"He just has always been there for me. Kinda looked out for me and stuff
when we were growing up. I didn't exactly have the best childhood."

"Oh I see. I didn't mean to pry too much. I mean hell, this is the most I've
ever talked to you."

"Nah, it's ok, really. By the way, I really appreciate you inviting me
along. I know I'm not exactly the friendliest guy."

"Nah man, I always thought you were a cool. I just always thought that maybe
you didn't know anyone and were a bit too shy to just jump in. I was lucky I
already knew a few people on the team, otherwise I probably wouldn't talk to
anyone at soccer either."

"Thanks Jason." We chatted a bit more about random stuff as we transferred
trains and finally got to Copley. The group seemed to go into cruising mode
through the place, making stops at a few different stores for varying
periods of time. I found a couple things that I liked and since I really
needed some new clothes anyway, I got them. Eric and Paul decided to wander
into A&F, which really wasn't a store I was interested in. It suited them
well enough, so I couldn't blame them, but I just didn't like anything in
there.

"Hey you guys go ahead, I wanted to head up to Gap anyway. Wanna come
Chris?" Jason asked.

"Oh, sure."

"Alright, we'll catch up with you guys in a bit. Remember we were gonna
catch the movie in an hour." With that we separated and Jason and I headed
to Gap. We kept talking as we walked through the mall. I couldn't really
help but enjoy it. We just talked about everything. It turned out that he
had a lot of the same interests, like biology, ancient history and he even
liked biking. At some point we decided that we should bring out our bikes
and just go around the city for fun. Talking to him was just almost too easy
and I just got lost in the conversation. I had never really gone in so deep
so quickly with anyone besides Justin before. In a lot of ways it was nice
to get to know someone new. But at the same time, we sorta clicked in a way
that made it seem like we already knew each other well. Before we knew it,
an hour had passed and Jason got a call on his cell. Eric and Paul were
waiting at the theatre in the mall, so we hustled on over to meet them. We
bought our tickets and headed in to see the movie. It was ok and kept us all
interested enough to keep from leaving or chatting during the movie.
Afterwards we were all a bit tired, so we decided to head on home. On the T
ride home, Eric and Paul were going through clothes and CDs they'd gotten
like kids at Christmas, while Jason and I just talked more. Before I knew
it, my station was coming up. I gathered up my stuff and was about to say
goodbye when Jason stood up too.

"Oh, so I guess you live at Quincy Center too, huh?" Jason asked.

"Oh...uh yeah. My house is like 2 blocks from the station."

"Ah, cool. I'm about a half mile off."

"Oh. Guess it's kinda weird we've never run into each other here before."

"Ha ha, yeah it is. I head into school early cause I work at the library
right before school starts every morning."

"Oh. That must suck getting up that early."

"Heh, yeah kinda, but the T isn't as crowded then and the work is really
easy." As we pulled into the station, we said our goodbyes to Eric and Paul
as they lived further down the line. They both said it was great hanging out
and I should tag along more often. I thanked them for that and Jason and I
headed out. It was dark already as we made it out of the station and started
walking towards the residential blocks. Our conversation died down a little
as we were both yawning and eager to get home. As we approached my house, I
pointed it out to Jason.

"Oh cool. I've passed this so many times. I can't believe I've never seen
you going by."

"Yeah I know. I guess the world is against us huh. Ha ha."

"Heh, yeah well, we'll show it. So hey, I'll catch you at school and
practice tomorrow. We definitely need to go biking though. I keep trying to
drag Eric or Paul along, but they're worthless on wheels."

"Ha. Yeah we should. We'll figure it out later. Alright, well g'night Jason.
Thanks again for inviting me along."

"Hey I'm glad you finally decided to take me up on it. See I'm not so bad
right? Ha ha."

"Heh, actually there was one thing...you kinda walked around all day with
your fly open."

"WHAT?!" Jason exclaimed as he quickly checked himself.

"HA HA! GOT YA!" Jason quickly realized he was duped and smacked himself in
the face for falling for it.

"Oh yeah you think you're funny don't you!" With that he lunged and put me
in a headlock and we playfully tussled around a little. We both tired out
quickly and he let up. "Alright man, I gotta get home. See you tomorrow!"

"Yup later Jason."

"Oh yeah, you can call me Jay or Jase. Two syllables take too long. Haha."

"Ha. Ok Jase, later." He walked off down the street as I went inside. I
really did have a great time. It actually amazed me. I'd never had that much
fun doing anything...at least not without Justin around. I also breathed a
sigh of relief as Jase didn't show any signs of noticing me checking him
out...all afternoon. I was quite surprised how taken I was with him already.
"Fuck it, he's straight Chris. Don't let it get to your head," I thought to
myself as I entered my house. The place was dark as usual. My mom worked
late a lot and got home after me most of the time, no matter how late I
stayed out. She loved her job and was great at it...lawyers...but that
didn't leave much time at home. On most levels that was ok with me, but on
occasion it would have been nice to come home and not be the only one there.
We did tons of cooking on the weekends so we both could survive without
cooking during the week since we both got home relatively late. I rummaged a
bit through the fridge and decided on some beef stew I had made. I really
loved cooking and was told I had a knack for it, but I was usually too
drained during the week for it. I noticed that there seemed to be one less
beef stew tupperware in the fridge than I made the day before, but I just
dismissed it. I heated up my food and proceeded to my room so I could unwind
and eat...in front of my computer as always. As I neared my room, I noticed
the lights were on and I could smell a nice savory aroma from inside. I
sighed as I opened the door to find Justin asleep on my bed with an empty
bowl not far off. I set my bag and food down and proceeded to jump on
Justin, who awoke with a fright.

"GAH!! God Chris what the fuck!"

"Nice to see you too sleeping beauty."

"Haha, yeah I guess I dozed off. By the way, dude, you need to cook for me
more often."

"Heh, I thought I already fed you enough as it is."

"Ha, well you know my mom keeps asking for you to teach her how to make some
stuff."

"Whatever. I should just go over to your place and cook there. Might save me
from the huge grocery bill since food disappears around here so fast," I
said giving him a grin.

"What can I say? I'm a growing boy." I chuckled and sat down to eat myself.

"Soooo...how'd it go??"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me Ace. Did you manage to have some fun or did you
just sit there like no one was around?"

"For your information, I had a great time. Got food, went to Copley, did
some shopping, watched a movie... Jase and I got to talking a lot too. He's
a cool guy." More than cool really...I had to fight my urge to jump him half
the time.

"HA! See I told you. Now are you gonna do this more often or is this all I
can expect?"

"Much to my surprise, the guys are actually really great. Jase and I are
actually gonna go biking sometime too since Eric and Paul aren't into it.
Also since I can never convince you to come with, it may be good to have
someone to bike with."

"That's great! I knew you could do it!" With that he grabbed me in a big hug
and rustled my hair. I tried to take in the moment as long as possible with
Justin's strong arms around me. I wished that feeling would never end. But
of course, soon enough, it did as he pulled off of me and returned to his
comfortable spot on my bed.

"So you're staying here tonight I'm guessing."

Yawning, Justin replied, "yeah I guess so. Besides Scotty is having some
friend over for a project or some shit like that and they keep bugging me.
Mom already suggested that I just camp out over here since he's staying
over."

Justin staying over or vice versa was nothing new, but it was always special
for me. My bed was queen size and so was his, so there was always ample
room. We'd become accustom to sharing a bed since we were about 8 and
despite any sexuality issues that we'd become aware of growing up, he never
gave a moment's thought to the idea that sleeping with another guy would be
gay...at least with me. I was thankful that he never brought it up as that
would probably lead me to lying about how I felt about the subject. Justin
had a knack for telling when I was lying, but luckily he wasn't able to pick
up on everything if I told the truth, but withheld a few things.

"Actually I'm gonna grab a shower quick," he said as he ran over to my
dresser. We both had a few drawers for each other with spare clothes and
such. He grabbed a few things and dashed into the bathroom. I loved the way
my house was designed. My mom and I both had "suites" in that we both had
relatively large rooms with our own bathrooms attached. The only bathroom
that was accessible without going into a bedroom was the one downstairs. It
was nice having some degree of privacy in that I could shut my door and not
have to go down the hall or something to take a piss.

As Justin started up his shower, my mind wandered in with him. We'd seen
each other naked plenty of times and oddly enough, we were also used to
seeing each other with hardons, so it wasn't even an issue if one of us
popped a boner around the other. I guess it was just how comfortable we were
with each other. No wonder I didn't want any other friends. Who wouldn't
want to spend time with the one person you don't have to even think about
being uncomfortable around. I had a nice mental image of Justin in my head.
I knew every inch of him from head to toe...and there was a lot to picture.
As my mind drifted to his beautiful body under the spray of the shower just
10 feet from me, I started to get hard. Justin and I both like taking long
showers, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to just relieve myself from the
tension I'd managed to build up that day. I stripped down and freed my
inhibitions as I my mind danced between images of Justin and Jase. It wasn't
long before I was gripped with a very satisfying orgasm.

I cleaned myself up and just put my boxer briefs back on as I heard Justin
finishing up his shower. He came out shortly after, toweled off and in his
boxers. I took a brief moment to bask in his hotness, before walking past
him to take a shower myself. We had our routines for preparing for bed and
it was all rhythm from there. I unwound in the shower and let the hot water
take away some of the soreness I had built up in my muscles.  I finished
cleaning up and took care of my usual nighttime regimen. I stepped back into
my bedroom to hear my cell phone ringing. Justin was already in bed and
passed out. The boy was such a sound sleeper. I picked up and it was my mom.
She told me that she'd be staying at a hotel near the office again
tonight...she did this often since she worked a ways from home in downtown
and she wasn't the most confident night driver. She proceeded with the usual
motherly checkups: did I eat, did I do my homework, how was practice, etc...
I told her Justin was over and that we were crashing, so I told her I loved
her and bid her good night. After I hung up, I checked my email quickly and
with nothing pressing there, I shut off the lights and climbed into bed. I
scooted close to Justin and covered up. As if by instinct, he shifted
towards me and put his arm around mine, practically spooning me. I sighed at
the contact and snuggled a little into him. It was a position we were used
to. Whenever I would have a bad experience with my father, we'd sleep
together and he'd always hold me to make sure I felt safe. I treasured that.
Feeling content in the warmth of Justin's arms, I let my mind drift off as I
passed out. I can remember thinking that from where I was standing, it had
been a good day.

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