Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 16:29:11 -0400
From: Jim Reeve <jimithingx06x@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Love Story-1

A thrashing rain poured down onto the bodies of eight exhausted rowers,
pulling their minds out for their last remaining piece of the day.  The rain
had come quickly onto the rowers practice, and their coach called them to
sprint to the docks to finish off their hard practice.  They always had to
end in power.  The weather had been beautiful only minutes before, but all
the athletes were used to the sudden weather changes that came along with
living on the east side of Michigan.  The rowers shivered as the sweat that
once covered their bare strong chests and stomachs was replaced with drops
of icy rain.  It was cold, but they pushed on towards the docks.

The boys attended Saint Mary's Prep school on Orchard Lake in Michigan and I
was one of them.  I sat five seat, the power position in the boat, and I
could feel my chest and arms buckle and tear with each pull on my oar.
Saint Mary's was one of the most dominant crew programs in the country, but
our dominance is constantly vulnerable to the taking by other emerging crew
programs from the other areas of the state, particularly Grand Rapids'
Forest Hills Central and Detroit's Huron.  Finally our coxswain called to
let the boat run, and we all collapsed over our oars gulping for air.  We
would have put our shirts back on, but they lay soaked in the bottom of the
boat and would probably only make us colder.  We slid in parallel to the
dock, removed our shell from the water, and trudged off to our cars.

"God dammit!,"  Our captain Ryan yelled, whipping his shirt toward the
ground, but not letting it hit, "Two days away from the damn Midwest
Championships and we get cut short by rain!"

"Relax, dude."  I coaxed slapping him on the back, secretly enjoying the
feel of his chiseled body.  "The only crew we've got to worry about is
Central- and we've beat 'em before too."  Some of my team mates mumbled, all
agreeing with me.

"I know we've beat them, but don't get too cocky guys." Ryan retorted.  The
group stopped as he did, many of them grumbling, preparing for a long
speech.  "One thing on Saturday, one mistake can ruin our chances, so stay
focused and don't fuck it up, got it?"  Ryan was always worrying too much.
"Eat right and get to bed early tonight, don't stay out screwing your
girlfriends... I want everyone ready for this weekend, we've got to-"

"Can you wrap this the hell up Ryan?  You're like a windbag, and I'm friggin
frozen."  Tim never wanted to hear what Ryan had to say.

Ryan whipped his wet shirt into Tim's bare chest, turning it red.  Tim
yelped in pain, but he didn't say anything.  "Shut up for a minute."  Ryan
said.

"Ryan, they know already.  We're as prepared as we can be, let's go." I
said.  Though I was usually one to talk and get the team pumped up for
races, it was really cold tonight and the wind and rain were picking up.
Ryan agreed and dismissed everyone.  Ryan and I walked to his car, climbed
in, and began driving towards our dorm.  The first part of the drive we rode
in silence.  We were both still shirtless in an attempt to keep warm, and
the heat was blasting through the car.  I tried not to stare, but Ryan was
damn hot.  Rowing had sculpted most of our team into hot young studs, all of
us 16 and juniors at the school, we were in peak performance shape.  Ryan's
beautiful face melted down into a powerful, tan chest, and a hard six pack
stomach.  None of his muscles were over-defined, they were just right.  They
were enough to make a presence, but not bulging like he was on steroids.  A
little bit of his arm hair showed as he gripped the steering wheel with his
strong arms.  He looked over at me and I shot my eyes out the windshield,
pretending to have been looking at something else the whole time.  He didn't
seem to notice... dammit, I came too close to getting caught so many times.

"Shea," he said to me, "If we don't do good this weekend...." he trailed off
and continued driving, making a turn into the parking lot.  This was all way
too important to him.

"Just relax, man."  I said again as we climbed out of the car and headed
into the dorms.  "You've done a good job preparing us.  Get some sleep
tonight, and don't worry about it.  I stopped, having arrived at my dorm.

"I'll see ya in the morning."  He said, continuing down the hall to his
dorm.

My room was empty.  My roommate Alex was still at lacrosse practice.  Alex
was my best friend.  He was about as tall as me, around 6'1".  He had  dark
brown hair, and blue eyes that shone like the ocean in the tropics.  I
didn't only want Alex for a friend though.  I wanted Alex as a partner, as
my love.  We just met this year, when we were randomly made room mates.  We
quickly bonded and became the best of friends.  Alex was athletic like me.
He trained for lacrosse all year.  He was strong and built.  His tan chest
and legs were as strong as any rowers, and he had a smooth body, with no
hair but a little under his arms and on his legs.  Alex was the epitome of
gorgeous and if he went to a school with girls he'd be sure to win whoever
he pleased.

Over the months of the school year until now, late March, I became more and
more fond of Alex.  He made me laugh, but he was one I could talk to and
confide in.  He had an element about him that was so hot I could hardly
stand next to him.  It wasn't just his looks; it was his personality, his
confidence.  But he wasn't at all cocky either.  He was the perfect friend,
and I couldn't imagine what kind of lover he'd be.  I had truly grown to
love Alex in the short months I had known him, and I knew he loved me too,
even if it wasn't in the same way.

I removed my sweaty shorts and jock and put on the boxers I was wearing
before practice.  I fell back on my bed, really too tired to take a shower,
but I knew I'd have to get up and take one eventually.  I stared up at the
ceiling and my thoughts drifted to the regatta that weekend.  Winning
Midwest Championships would be tough.  The high schools we rowed against had
co-ed teams and therefore had more boats competing, and since you got points
for your team for each finish in the top three, we were at a huge
disadvantage with our lacking of women's boats.  But we'd done it before,
and we could do it again.  In the past we'd gained so many top three
finished with our men's boats that it didn't matter that we had no women,
for we trounced the other teams.  But Central and Huron had great women's
teams, Central's were top in the state and Huron's were third.  My thoughts
were interrupted when Alex came pounding through the door.

"What's up Shea?" He asked coming over and playfully slapping my chest a few
times.  It hurt and I threw his hands away.  "You ladies gonna win Midwest
again... you've been beat two years in a row and I'd like to see someone
bringing in trophies for this school."  Alex quipped, laughing at me.  He
knew damn well we were as good as was his lacrosse team.

"Why do you guys even put in the effort of practicing just to get your asses
kicked up and down the field by your competition?"  I rebutted, cocking an
eyebrow at him.

"Cocky rowers..." He muttered playfully, taking off his sweaty tee shirt.
He stood before me in only athletic shorts.  Luckily I'd been around him
this close to naked many times, or the presence his body had could have
knocked me out.

I gave him a punch on the arm, which was a mistake.  He grabbed me by the
shoulders and pushed me against the wall.  We were both laughing.

"You shithead." He laughed, trying to pretend to be serious.  "I need that
arm to win us states this year."

"In your dreams, Alex."

I pushed back against him, but it was futile.  He had me against the wall.
He was now holding my wrists high and up over my head, against the wall.  He
jerked me towards him and then spun around behind be and wrapped his arms
around my chest.  Time froze, and for that second I could feel his warm,
slightly sweaty chest pushing against my back, and his soft cock against my
leg.  I didn't let this distract me though, I was determine to beat him.  I
let myself slide to the floor, out from his grasp and pulled him down onto
his back.  I sat on his chest and used my knees to pin his shoulders to the
ground.  One thing I loved about Alex was his playfulness.  At no other time
would I be able to get this close to him, with this little on.  I was so
close to his face.  I gripped his wrists with my hands, holding them to the
floor, and slid my butt back onto his lower stomach.  I lowered my face
close to his, and now the whole length of our bodies were so close it would
appear they were touching.  We both heaved deep breaths and I could feel the
heat coming off of his body.

"I thought you were a big strong lacrosse player."  I said laughing.

He smiled up at me.  "I let you win." He said.  "If we don't all let you
cocky rowers think you're the best, your world will come crashing down."

"Keep telling yourself that."  I said.  I grinned and squeezed his wrists a
little tighter, then got up and sat on my bed.

Alex got up and walked towards the bathroom door.  Before he went in, he
dropped his boxers giving me a view of his muscular ass.  He grabbed his
towel off a nearby chair and took his time putting it on.

"I'm going to shower." He said.

"No shit?" I asked wondering if he realized how obvious this already was to
me.

He flipped me off and stepped into the bathroom.  I went to my dresser and
pulled out some clothes I'd wear down to dinner after my turn in the shower.
Then I fell back onto the bed and closed my eyes.  I knew Alex would be in
the bathroom awhile, making himself beautiful, not that he wasn't already
beautiful without the hours in the bathroom.