Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 16:40:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Walt Michael <waltmcheese@yahoo.com>
Subject: I'll make you popular- Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is about 2 teenage boys who find
themselves and what not. The story involves sex between them and between
other people. If this offends you then click the x button in the upper
right hand corner. If it does not then enjoy the story.

Thank you everyone who has emailed me! It makes me happy to know people are
enjoying the story!

And a special thank you to my editor Chris!

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	Here I am again lying on my bed watching the ceiling in my
room. Ever since me and Logan have started dating I haven't been able to
sleep. I feel this fear of it. Like I would fall asleep and it would
actually be me waking up. Like all of this was a dream. It would be the
first week of school again. I would walk into the lunch room again and
Logan wouldn't be sitting at my lunch table.  He would be off at the 15
table. I would find out the next morning he would pick someone like Ricky
as his choice. He would get around to eventually dethroning Jake and move
into his spot as number one, steal Amanda get drafted into the NHL and
forgo his NCAA eligibility and win the Calder Trophy as top rookie.

	I have to remember this is not a dream. This is real. This is
actually happening. Logan and I are dating. He freakin' gave me a blow job
in the showers yesterday!

	I feel so dirty just thinking about that.

	Me. Dylan Johnson. I got a blow job from a guy in the locker
room. We were only like 10 feet from the twenty or so middle school kids
and their coaches and whatever staff the arena had working.  The old me...

	It feel weird saying "the old me". It's been like a 2 months since
I met Logan. And already I refer to the self that I was at the beginning of
the year as the old me.

	The only person that knows I've changed this much is
Logan. Everyone sees me smiling more and being more outgoing, but they
don't know the truth.

	I looked over at the clock. 2 am.

	`Shit' I thought. This night was going to drag on. I don't think
even a jackoff session would work. After what happened in the shower
yesterday, it probably won't work for a while.

	Ugh I really need sleep.

	I tried to sleep for another hour or so before giving up. I grabbed
my hockey stick and walked down to our basement. A couple of years ago my
parents bought me a net for Christmas. It hasn't gotten as much use as it
should have. Which now that I think about it makes me feel bad. It was a
higher end net. Not cheap. And I never used it like I should.

	Well that's changing. With everything that has happened I'm
actually rediscovering my love for the sport.

	I took one of the street hockey pucks I had sitting there and
started to shoot at the corners; trying to make it launch across the
net. After what was probably an hour, I launched a shot. It hit the
connection and shot across hitting the other connection.

	I did it!

	"Couldn't sleep son?" I heard my father say.

	I turned my neck and nodded. "I don't know why. It's been this way
for a little bit. My mind is just really restless." I said.

	I turned to face my father. I am being constantly told I am a
spitting image of him when he was my age. He had longer hair though.

	My hair is growing out now. It honestly feels more comfortable.

	The one big similarity I do notice between me and my father is our
blue eyes. Mine are this icy blue color with sparkles of deep ocean blue in
them. His have dimmed a little with age, but they still look the same. It's
obvious where I get them from.

	"Do you need to talk about something?" My father said. He raised
his eye brow and rubbed my neck-- right where the hickey from Logan was.

	I regret not wearing a shirt right now. Why didn't I follow
mother's rules about clothing in public areas?

	Well maybe because this is kind of my place. I'm the only one that
uses the basement in the rare chance that I am down here. Seeing as it is
only the net down here plus a few of my old sticks.

	I started to rub my neck trying to force the hickey away. I knew it
wouldn't work, but I can't tell my father what really happened. Judging by
how he changes the channel if he sees a gay character on TV, he'd disown
me; but my mother is worse.

	Well they will disown me eventually, so why not get it over with?

	Well mainly because I will have nowhere to go.

	"I don't know what you are talking about dad" I said.

	I knew he wouldn't believe it, but I really didn't want to talk
about it. Best to deny its existence until it goes away. Then they will
have no proof that I had one and can't bring it up anymore!

	"Does my son have the eye of a young lady?" My father said with a
teasing smile.

	`No; I could the eye of an older man though.' I thought.

	"I honestly don't know what you're talking about, dad. I think
you're going crazy," I said, "Do I need to send you to an insane asylum?"

	"Fine, don't share your secrets with your father. I'll just find
out from Colin later.  That boy sure knows how to spill secrets."

	I rolled my eyes and smiled. "What are you doing up? Isn't it past
your bed time?" I asked.

	"I heard the sound of the stick hitting the ground there and wanted
to see what was going on."

	"Oh I'm sorry. Didn't realize I was being loud. I'll close up for
the night."

	"If you don't mind me asking, isn't the puck supposed to go in the
net and not off the crossbar or posts?"

	"Logan is trying to increase my accuracy by giving me a challenge;
four targets, two pucks. To do so I need to hit the targets on the
connection joints. I've been just trying to get it to shoot across. You
need to hit the post just right to do so."

	"Sounds really difficult. Close to impossible."

	"I said the same thing until I saw Logan do it."

	"That boy must be really good at hockey if he can do something like
that."

	"He's the best in the high school circuit right now. There's a
chance that he might be drafted out of high school or after one year of
college."

	"Sounds like he has his life planned."

	"I guess he does," I said. "You should go back to bed dad; I'll
clean up down here and try to go back to bed."

	"Ok Dylan, good night." He said and walked back upstairs.

	As I was cleaning up the few pucks I had and placing everything
back, I started to think about what my dad said about Logan. He does have
his life planned out. He knows where he will end up in a few years. He has
too much skill and potential to not get drafted. Do I really want to be
involved with someone who has life so figured out? Especially when I have
no clue what I want out of life? Hockey is not something that I can play
professionally. I will eventually have to move on with my life and play in
a beer league or something. What do I want in life?

	And not only that, Logan is my first experience in a
relationship. Do I really want to stay with my first boyfriend?

	The answer to that is yes. I know it's early in my life. I mean I'm
turning 16 in February!  I haven't even experience a quarter of my expected
life span!

	But thinking about Logan, he still makes me smile, still makes me
laugh, and still makes my heart skip a beat when I see him. I think I got
lucky in my first boyfriend.

	Plus I could make a kick-ass hockey husband. Being all charitable
and crap; hanging out with the Hockey wives. I could do it.

	I walked back up to my bedroom and stepped out of my pajama pants
leaving me standing in just my Black American Eagle Boxer-Briefs. I have
started too really like Boxer-briefs. They have basically replaced all the
Boxers I use to wear. Seems Colin was right in telling me they were better.

	Speaking of Colin, I feel like there is another reason he is
jealous of Cody and Logan.  Something that he won't tell me. It also seems
like he is trying to cover it up by saying Shayne and Bryan are also
jealous. But we both know that Bryan and Shayne are closer with each other
than with the two of us. Their relationship with each other is like my
relationship with Colin.

	Well, was like my relationship with Colin. I don't think we can
survive much longer if he keeps getting jealous.

	Sad as it is, maybe he is just a chapter friend and not a forever
friend...

	I shouldn't be left alone to my thoughts sometimes. They make me
think things like that.  Colin will stay forever.

	I looked at myself in the mirror like I always do when I'm standing
in my underwear in my room. I'm starting to fill out more. My stomach is
becoming tighter, my legs are more defined.  My ass is starting to get
bigger also. 'You have to love hockey ass,' I thought looking at the way it
filled out my boxer-briefs.

	I put my hand down my boxer-briefs and cupped myself. I let out a
light breath that I had apparently been holding. I walked over to my bed
and fell back on it. I pulled my cock and balls out of my underwear and
started to rub myself. My free hand started to travel over my body until it
made its way down to cup my balls. I started to knead them as I was jerking
off.

	God it felt so good. Not as good as Logan's mouth or even his hand
for that matter. But it was familiar. I moved my hand from my ball sack and
pulled my underwear down.

	I started to pump faster as I felt myself coming close. My free
hand started to trace my abs and pecks as I worked myself faster. After a
few more minutes I started to shoot. It hit my stomach and some of it even
covered my face.

	I laid there breathing heavily. I grabbed the underwear I discarded
a little bit ago and cleaned myself up with them and threw them in the
hamper. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of green AE
boxer-briefs and put them on. I lay back down on my bed and tried to sleep
and was finally able too.


	I walked into school and took the same route I usually do. Head to
my locker then go to homeroom. Same route every day; it just makes things
easy.

	On the way to homeroom I passed Ricky and his best friend Sean
Dooley.

	Sean is a nicer version of Ricky basically. Cocky and full of
himself, but is more of a silent planner like Logan is. Hopefully Sean will
tame Ricky; Sean is being mentored by the number 4.

	Sean has these dark brown eyes along with short Auburn red hair. He
is slim and doesn't play any sports. Not really the type of person you
would expect Ricky to be friends with.

	"Hey priiiiiincesssssss," I heard Ricky call.

	Doesn't this kid know when to stop? Seriously, if anything big
happens, we all lose our spot on our teams. I just went about ignoring him
as I stood at my locker. I heard Sean talking to him tell him to lay off,
reminding him about what the Principal said.

	I grabbed my stuff for my first few classes and walked on to my
homeroom. I sat down in my seat but didn't see Colin at all; which
surprised me. He is never late to anything. Nor does he just miss
school. His perfect attendance is something he prides himself on. He walked
in a few seconds before class started and sat in his seat next to me.

	I wouldn't get a chance to set things right between us during this
class. But on the walked to our next class I will.

	After class ended I was going to pack up my stuff I turned to
Colin's seat, but he was gone.

	He ran out without me...

	Did he ditch me? No, that's not like Colin at all. I walked out of
the room and toward the next class we have together. He couldn't hide from
me forever.

	I got to the class but he wasn't in his seat. He was planning on
coming in right before class starts just so he doesn't have to talk to
me...

	What the hell did I do to him to force him to do this?

	Just like I thought he would, he walked in as the bell rang. I
can't believe this.

	We locked eyes as he walked to his seat. We know each other well
enough that he knew what the look in my eyes meant.

	But I also know the look in his eyes. I could tell doing what he's
doing hurt him.

	If it hurts, then why do it?

	Could this have to do with the missed call I got from him
yesterday?

	Well it was more of a few missed calls. I guess it was important
enough for him to be pissed at me for not calling him back.

	But I was out with Logan at the time! Actually I was getting a
blowjob from Logan at the time, but Colin didn't have to know that.

	The call couldn't have been that important... could it?

	"Dylan... Mr. Johnson" I heard out teacher say. Which snapped me
out of my daze.

	"I'm sorry what was the question?" I said, looking up at the board.

	"It wouldn't matter what the question was. You haven't been paying
attention the past 30 minutes." The teacher said.

	A few snickers happened throughout the class, and I caught Colin
shaking his head at me out of the corner of my eye. I looked over as he
rolled his eyes at me and looked away.

	I can't say him doing that didn't hurt.

	"I'm sorry for not paying attention Mr. Robinson," I said.

	"I think we need to have a discussion after class Mr. Johnson," He
said.

	I let out a sigh and nodded. "Yes sir,"

	Great now I can't even force Colin to tell me after class
here. I'll just talk to him at lunch.

	After class ended I stayed behind and walked up to Mr. Robinson's
desk.

	"You wanted to talk to me?" I said.

	"Yes, I've noticed you've become distracted the past few days in
class. You are usually one of my most attentive students. Is something
going on at home?" He said.

	"Oh, no. everything is going great at home. I've just been having
trouble sleeping the past few days. Got a lot on my mind,"

	"If there is anything wrong you know you can talk to me," He
said. "I'll do my best to help."

	`Fat chance of that happening,' I thought.

	"Yeah, I know Mr. Robinson," I said to him.

	I left the room knowing there was no way to catch up to Colin now;
I would need to wait for lunch. Hopefully he's not skipping lunch.  Which
by the way he's been ditching me, it's a possibility.


	I walked into the lunch room early as always, but Shayne was
already sitting at the table.

	"Hey Shayne, you wouldn't happen to know why Colin is pissed at me
would you?"

	"Might have something to do you ignoring his phone calls yesterday;
He called me after he couldn't get a hold of you."

	"Was there something wrong?"

	"Not my place to say, you have to ask him. You might be able to
catch him before he runs out of the café." Shayne said. He flicked his
head.

	I followed the motion to Colin who was stopped dead in his
tracks. He rolled his eyes at me again and walked out of the cafeteria.

	"Colin!" I yelled, but he had already left.

	I went to follow him but my arm was grabbed by Shayne.

	"Let him cool off Dylan, you forcing him to talk now would only
make it worse."

	"Make what worse? I don't even know what I did!" I yelled. "How the
fuck do I apologize and talk to him when I don't know what went wrong!"

	I watched Shayne shut down as I yelled. I just lost whatever help I
was going to receive from him at the outburst.

	I took a breath. Screaming doesn't get you what you want. It only
makes things worse.

	"Look Shayne, I'm..."

	"Save it Dylan. You've changed, you're letting this popularity shit
go to your head. You are forgetting long standing traditions you had with
your old friends." Shayne said, "Honestly Bryan thought this was going to
happen. Colin and I both disagreed; seems like he was right."

	With that Shayne stood up and walked out of the room.

	I looked over at the table I had been sitting at since Logan took
me under his wing. My seat next to Cody was waiting for me. The seat that
is now mine forever.

	Seems like my new friends are my only friends now.

	Guess Bryan knows me better than I thought.

	After school I walked to Logan's car. During lunch he told me he
had a surprise for me.  Apparently it's supposed to fix the mood I'm in. I
don't think that could happen. I basically lost my 3 best friends today.

	"Hey," I said as I walked up.

	Logan was wearing this green shirt, which made his eyes look
amazing. They are this brown-green color that I just can't describe. I
don't need a gift to cheer up. Looking at his eyes, do that for me.

	"Hey," He said; a smile on his face.

	"So you have a surprise for me?"

	"What are you doing Saturday night?" I said.

	"Nothing right now; probably sleeping as much as possible. Wish I
could go to... wait you didn't..."

	He flicked two tickets out of his pocket. Two tickets to one of my
favorite band.

	The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.  I can't believe I was finally going to
get to see them live, and I'll be going with Logan! This definitely
brightened my day!

	"How the hell did you get them?" I said, "They sold out months
ago."

	"I pulled some strings and got us in."

	I jumped up and hugged him but had to resist kissing him. There may
not be many people here, and I might already be pushing it with the
hug. But holy shit, these tickets should be impossible to get!

	"I can't believe you knew I liked this band."

	"You mentioned it at one point. I heard they were coming to town so
I looked into it and pulled some strings as I said. Now you have plans for
Saturday night." He said.

	"You are awesome Logan." I said. I couldn't fight back the smile on
my face.



	Today got better. Hopefully tomorrow will be better also.

	I tried calling Colin after I got home, but he actually rejected
the call. It rung twice then went to voicemail. That only happens when a
call it rejected.

	Can you freaking believe that! He wants to be a child because I
missed a `tradition' we had. We don't even have any traditions! It's
October! What tradition... shit.

	We do have an October tradition.

	God fucking damn it.

	I can't believe missed it.

	Since he wasn't answering my calls I shot him a text.

	<Colin, I just realized what yesterday was.  I'm sorry for missing
everything yesterday. I can't believe I forgot about it. You don't have to
forgive me. I've been a horrible friend and I deserved to be treated like
one...  I hope you don't hate me. I do treasure our friendship. I just...
I'm just getting caught up in everything and I need my best friend to keep
me grounded.>

	He never texted me back.

	He must really hate me.

	I guess I'm not sleeping again tonight...



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Well there is the next chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you
enjoyed it. I apologize for all the grammar mistakes.  I am very bad at
grammar and I always will be! :D

I also ask you to be patient in how long it will take me to update. I'm
really bad at focusing.

If you have any criticism I would love to hear it.