Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2006 03:44:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joel Ingenious <uaingenious@yahoo.com>
Subject: South Padre Island Part 3

South Padre Island
(c) 2006 Ingenious

	This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance
and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of
the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based
on real people, the names HAVE been changed...

	If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your
area is) you may not be legally allowed to read this story.  Your call.

	Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance
and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a
good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave,
either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even
change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?

	Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My
email is: uaingenious@yahoo.com.

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  I look at my watch and it's already 1.  I hadn't noticed, but we'd
collectively gone through about 30 bucks in quarters, which isn't a big
deal, but what was important was that I was starving.  "Hey, are you done
kicking my ass yet, I'm hungry as fuck!"  Travis says yeah, and we get back
in the car and head to Wendy's.  We decide to head to my house, as my
parents are gone for the weekend, to watch "A Scanner Darkly", some movie
that's not even out on DVD yet, but Travis got ahold of.
  
  By the time we get done with the movie, BS around a bit and fall asleep
on the couches, the day is fading and next thing I know it's 9pm on a
Friday night, and here is Mr. Popularity, asleep on my couch.  I get a
sinister idea to scare the crap out of Trav, and put my face inches away
from his, and scream "AHHHHHH" at the top of my lungs.  Travis jumps out of
his skin, knocking me flat on my ass, and wrestles me to the ground in
about 1 second flat.  Panting heavily, he tells me how much of a dick I am
for doing that, and how he's going to get me.  We wrestle around a little,
but for some reason I pop a boner and tell him I've gotta take a piss, to
avoid having an awkward situation.
  
  I don't know why that happens.  I'm not gay, and I don't think about
Travis like that.  But ever since we started taking this P.E. class
together, and I saw him naked in the shower, I have gotten hard practically
every time he touches me.  It makes me feel really awkward, and I don't
know what to do.  I splash some water on my face, and slowly but surely my
woody goes back to its normal state, and I return to find Travis listening
to his voicemail.
  
  -- "Shit, I missed a million calls" he says.  "Three people all telling
me about the same party going on at Amy's house.  You know her, right?"  I
nod.  "I guess they have a keg there, lets go see if we can find you a date
for Padre!"  We each put on some cologne, I fix my hair, and we hop in my
car, headed for Amy's bash.
  
  A few hours go by, and there are a LOT of people here.  I know a lot of
them from school, but only about half.  I've managed to lose Travis and get
kind of drunk off this keg beer, and find myself outside talking to some
random people about the latest threat in the middle east, and how we've
gotta fight terrorism before they get us again, or something like that.  I
don't really like talking politics, but I hate war, and I must have said
something that pissed them off, because the next thing I know, Travis is
picking me up off the ground and I see two guys holding the war dude, who
looks pretty pissed off about it.  Travis fills me in on what happened, I
got knocked out, and "that guy" did it.  I mumble something about kicking
ass and sink back into a white fog, simultaneously falling into Travis'
arms.