Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2016 11:32:01 -0600
From: Michael Stevens <stevens.mickey@gmail.com>
Subject: Soccer Bus Ch 8

Soccer Bus

Ch 8 Tony Meets James

Freshman orientation was a blur of anxiety for Tony Cianci. Away from home
for the first time and in a new town, far from his familiar Providence, he
didn't have any frame of reference. In addition to all that, he had a
growing awareness that he found boys more attractive than girls. Although
there were gay groups on campus, Tony was not ready to be out with his
interests. For the first few days he managed to suppress that conflict; the
busy pace of classes and freshman parties was, at least, distracting.

Tony was a very good looking young man; his Italian heritage served him
well. He was, literally, tall, dark, and handsome. Girls just gravitated to
him in any social setting, and he did enjoy their attention, but he knew
that wasn't really what he wanted. It was good cover, though, and no one
watching him would have ever thought that he was scanning the crowd for
guys.

The party scene did not produce any interesting possibilities. It was the
all-male domain of the locker room that did that. There were a couple of PE
classes that met at the same time that resulted in a very crowded locker
room on a Thursday afternoon. This particular afternoon, Tony had not been
"looking" (a term he used himself when he was hoping to find a guy). He had
showered and was back at his locker. He peeled his towel off and gave his
hair one more going over, and then paused for a minute.

It was then, for no reason, that he turned around and looked behind him. At
the end of the row of lockers, sitting on the bench that ran down the
middle, was another freshman, and he was looking at him. As soon as Tony
turned, he looked away, of course, but it was clear to Tony that he had
been looking at his ass, and for a few milliseconds, his dick. They never
made eye contact, and both of them went about getting dressed and leaving
without ever even looking at each other again.

Using the freshman book of photos, it was not hard for Tony to find out
that it was James Nelson that he had caught looking at his ass. From there,
it was just a quick schedule survey that told him where James might be at
any particular time. After several "chance" meetings, it was easy to say

	"Wow, I've been seeing you everywhere! I'm Tony." to which James
replied

	"I'm James. I am really happy to see a familiar face." They agreed
to meet up for lunch later that day.

	"Let's eat outside" suggested Tony. "It's a really nice day and we
won't get many more of these. James agreed, and they got sandwiches and
cokes and headed out to the cafeteria patio. They found a table and got
settled.

	"Where are you from?" asked James.

	"Providence. You?" he replied.

	"Seattle"

	"Wow, we kind of met in the middle, in Chicago, I mean. We're both
a long way from home."answered Tony. As the boys continued talking, they
discovered that they shared many of the same doubts and concerns about the
future, but also similar hopes and desires; they were becoming
friends. Tony had an afternoon lab and James had a class, so they agreed to
get together at dinner. "If you don't see me I'll be in Chapman." which was
the Library.

	"See ya"

	"Later" and they went off in other directions. Both boys were
feeling good about having found a friend. Tony wondered how he would be
able to tell James that he had caught him looking at his ass. James was
thinking that he would eventually have to tell Tony that he really liked
his ass. "The rest of him is pretty nice too." thought James.

The next few days of getting together merged into weeks, and the
conversations turned to plans for the future. Tony was a culinary major and
James was business. One afternoon sitting on a park bench, they hit on the
idea of a diner. "You'd be the front of the house and I'd be the back."
Said Tony.

	"I'd be business and you'd be food! Perfect!" answered James, and
they were off on another endless conversation laying out all the creative
possibilities of their adventures together. As their imaginations spun out
of control, both boys fell silent as they sensed a flaw in their perfect
vision. Tony looked at James and their eyes me. "I need to tell you
something" they both said at once. Their laughter almost broke the
thoughtful moment, but both boys were intent on revealing the problem. "Me
first" said Tony, and James agreed. "That day in the locker room. I saw you
looking at me." He was stopped by the misery on the face of his
friend. "And I liked it." He stopped again. "A lot."

	"Oh Tony" James was close to tears. "When I saw you naked, I
wondered what it would be like to run my fingers down your back and across
your furry ass. And then you turned around. I didn't know you had caught
me. I am so glad we met up! Even though your ass was what caught my eye,
I've discovered what a good person you are."

	"Well, Jimbo, I'm not exactly the knight you think I am. Didn't you
think it was funny that we kept bumping into each other? I mean, once we
really did, and I practically knocked you down! Those weren't coincidences
I planned every one, well, not the knockdown."

	"You were stalking me?"

	"That makes it sound a little creepy." said Tony defensively. "I
just wanted to be friends."

	"Oh no, man, that makes it sound hot, like you were planning on
something."

	"Now what?" said Tony. "I know how it felt when I caught you, and
it's happening again now." Tony reached over and took James' hand. He
paused for a moment, knowing that what he was about to do could be a
disaster. He put his friend's hand into his lap and said "I've got a
colossal boner." James was in the habit of going commando, so there were no
jockeys under there to constrain his cock. It had pushed its way down his
leg, and when James' fingers closed around it, Tony sighed with relief.

	"I saw that, too, in the locker room, but it wasn't quite so hard."

	"What?" How?"

	"When you turned around and I looked away I could see you in one of
the locker room mirrors. When you realized that you are getting a boner you
pretended to be drying yourself off with the towel, but you were really
stroking yourself. Then you sat down and covered it while you tried to get
dressed." James had not let go of Tony's stiffening member, in face he was
starting a gentle massage. "Tony, I'm not letting go of you now, or ever."
He reached over towards Tony with his free hand, and sliding it around the
back of his neck, drew him closer.

"I love you Tony." he whispered, and then he kissed him.