Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2005 13:58:23 +0100
From: Bill Johnson <hardy_teen_boi@msn.com>
Subject: Off-The-Ice Hockey

       Hey. The story you are about to read involves homosexual sex between
16 year old ice hockey players. If you are offended by homosexuals,
homosexual sex, underage age homosexual sex, underage sex or sex in general
or if you are under 18 (16 in the UK) then please leave...or suffer the
consequences. Thanks.

       I'd like to dedicate this story to Jesse.

      OFF-THE-ICE HOCKEY

       Chapter 2

       Saturday morning. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.
Jesse, on the other hand, was moody and brooding in his bedroom. He hadn't
left it for most of the week and had been able to convince his mum that he
was ill and had missed all of the school that week. He didn't know how to
face Sean after what had happened. He had sent him a couple of text
messages, but he hadn't replied. Jesse had completely given up trying to
talk to Sean and had instead decided to take the only course of action: to
sulk. He laid curled up in his bed listening to some depressing songs. How
could he have been so stupid? How could he compromise his friendship with
Sean like that? Sure, Sean was into it as well, but he still couldn't
believe that he hadn't stopped it. He had had fantasies, but that's all they
were. He never ever really wanted to let them happen.
       "Jesse! Breakfast!" his mum called up to him.
       He slumped out of bed and dragged his bowed, restless head down the
stairs and into the kitchen where his toast was there waiting for him.
       "How you feeling today? Better?" Jesse's mum asked him, feeling for
his forehead temperature.
       "Mum! Leave it please. I'm fine. I just need some sleep and I'll be
fine."
       "You sure? I can make an appointment with the doctor if you want."
       "No!" he shouted. She looked hurt. "I'm sorry mum. I just got a
headache right now. I've had a bad week and I just need to get some rest and
I'll be fine."
       "Ok. Well, if you're sure... Why don't you call Sean and ask him to
come round. He hasn't been here for a while...I mean, the refrigerator is
completely full." Jesse laughed. "Is everything okay between you two?"
       "What? Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. We've just been a bit busy with
all of the schoolwork we've had. I'll call him later."
       "Ok. Well, I gotta get going. There's work to do and bills to be
paid. There's some leftovers in the fridge you can have for lunch. Tell Sean
he can help himself to whatever; just make sure you clean up after
yourselves. Ok? Have a nice day." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out
the back door. Jesse heard the car pull out of the drive as he started on
his rock hard toast. He binned the rest of it and began to head back
upstairs when the phone rang. He answered it.
       "Hello?" Nothing. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
       He shrugged and was about to put the phone down when he heard a voice
come from the receiver.
       "Jess?"
       "Sean?" Jesse asked, pulling the receiver back up to his head.
       "Yeah. Hey..." Pause. "How you been?" Sean asked.
       "Ok. You?"
       "Not bad...I was just wondering, cos you...weren't at school all week
and...I..." he broke off.
       "Yeah, I wasn't feeling too well."
       "Oh. You ok now?"
       "Yeah."
       "Look, Jess. Can we talk? Can I come over?"
       "Err, yeah..." Jesse said abruptly without thinking. Then, "Whatever."
       "Cool." He hung up.
       Jesse stood there puzzled, and then he began to move quickly. He was
a mess. His hair was all scruffy, his shorts were dirty and he wasn't
wearing a shirt. He began to run up the stairs to get changed when the
doorbell rang. "How the...?"
       He walked up to the door and opened it. Sean stood there with his
cell phone in his hand. He was obviously just standing outside the house
when he rang. "Hey," Sean said and walked in through the open door way.
       "Hey...sorry I'm a bit of a mess. You didn't give me much time..." he
broke off.
       "That's fine." Sean said. He then noticed that Jesse was standing
there half naked in a pair of long shorts that hung off his tight waist
line. Sean quickly turned away, embarrassed.
       "Do you, err, want anything?"
       "No. No, I've just eaten. I just think that we really need to talk. I
saw your mum pull away and thought that we could talk whilst we were alone.
Is that ok?"
       "Yeah. Sit down." He indicated to the sofa. Sean sat on it and Jess
followed. He was about to sit next to Sean when he thought better of it and
sat on the armchair instead.
       Sean noticed this and said "This is stupid Jess. We haven't spoken in
a week and we feel weird around each other. I mean, you weren't really ill
were you. You just didn't wanna see me did you?"
       "What? I was ill and-"
       "Don't give me that bullshit! Come on Jess!" He was standing up now,
pacing around the room. "What we did...we have to talk about it."
       "Ok! Go ahead then!" Jess was on his feet too. There was a pause
until: "FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!" Jesse yelled across the room.
       The two just stared at each other. The tension between them was at an
all time high. Then, all of a sudden Sean stepped forward, grabbed Jesse's
head and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Jesse grabbed a hold of
Sean and pulled him in towards him.
       At that moment, Harrison was walking up to the front door when he saw
the two kissing through the window. He stared, and walked away in disgust
and shock.

       End of Chapter 2

       You like it? Sorry for the delay. I've been busy with other stuff
recently and it's pretty difficult to write two stories at the same
time...well, it is for me anyway. Any comments? Please email me at
hardy_teen_boi@msn.com Happy to be praised!!! Criticism welcome.
       Just for your interest, I've written the following stories too:

       "Usher's Justification" celebrity. [Jan 2005]
       "Mikael's `One Tree Hill'" celebrity [April 2005]

       If you have any comments on them then please email me at the above
address or at billed@hotmail.co.uk Thanks a lot. Bill