Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 20:59:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Trevor Stewart <cujo5230@go.com>
Subject: Devin's Dream Comes True Part 7

Hey guys, I just want to say thanks to everyone who has read my story.
But, I want to personally thank Ehman Penn for helping me out with my
story.  He is the one who has made my story much better.

Hey, it is almost the end of the summer, so that`s why I have been trying
to write more often before school starts.

The same disclaimers are applicable here as they are anywhere else, blah,
blah, blah... Devin and Coleman are based on real characters (their names
have changed to protect them) in my life, but their actions are imaginary
(However, I wish that they weren't!)

Here's part 7!

The rest of the day at band camp was uneventful for Devin, Coleman, and
Phil.  Since it was the middle of the week, the band had a lethargic
feeling and did not want to do any work under the sun's strong, hot rays.
The same sets were being done continuously; that made the atmosphere even
more depressing.  Most of the students did not stand, they just sat on the
lawn sulking about the rut that they could not stop.  The lack of effort
from the group caused Mr. Amundsen to be not amused at the end of the day.
Mr. Amundsen had to send a message to motivate the group.

"We are not even finished with the 2nd song of our show.  We need to learn
two more songs and all of our stand music.  Also, percussion you need to
make up a cadence tonight.  There's a lot of work to be done for tomorrow
before we have any breaks.  If we don't finish all of the stuff we need
done by Friday, we are going to be here all night until it does get done."

Devin frustrations easily showed, he yelled out fairly loud, "Great, we are
going to spend more time in his horrible place."

Coleman came up to Devin and placed his arm around him, "That's ok Devin.
That means we spend more time together."  Coleman also smiled with those
childish braces and laughed.

Devin's face instantly lit up like a decorated Christmas tree and he began
to chuckle, "Yeah, I guess you are right Coleman.  We will have some fun to
together, if you know what I mean."

Devin winked and Coleman giggled like a junior high schooler.  Their fun
had made a complete 180.

Even though Devin and Coleman did not let Mr. Amundsen's orders bother
them, the percussion section leader, Stephen Freddo, became extremely
aggravated.  He was the one who had to write a cadence for all of the
instruments in his section.  He also knew that it was going to take him all
night to have it syncopated.

Even though Stephen was a laid back guy, he freaked out to his section
because of what he had to do, "Ah!"  He bellowed, "I am going to kill him
tomorrow because of the stupid cadence that I'll work on all night.  Well
that's if he doesn't kill me first for not finishing it!"

Phil walked up to Steve and sat down next to him, "Steve, do you want me to
come over and help you out tonight?"

Stephen's emotions changed similarly to Devin's because of the sacrifice
Phil was willing to make, "Hey, that might actually work out for me.  You
can help me make copies and with some of the easier music.  I bet it'll be
fun."

"You can drive me over to your house and I'll have my mom pick you up."

"Ok, not a problem.  Does Mrs. Campbell know where I live?"

"She'll find out soon enough."

Steve smiled and nodded his head, "It's all good."

"Unless we kill ourselves by the end of the night."

Stephen said sarcastically, "Yeah, we will, we are going to be up all
night.  We're going to love it."

As Devin observed Stephen and Phil's conversation, he finally recalled that
he was going to the beach this evening with his family because his mom
wanted some "family time" together.  Michelle realized last night right
before dinner that Devin, her and her husband, Neil did not spend much time
with each other as they could have.  Since all of them had nothing planned
for Wednesday night, they would all go to the beach on Lake Sunapee
together and have some fun as a family.  Lake Sunapee was a family
recreation center about twenty miles away from their home.

Devin evoked the conversation that took place the night before at dinner
clearly.  He could imagine it just as clearly as when as it actually
happened.  Michelle, Neil, and Devin were all sitting down eating while
Michelle brought up the fact that they did not spend enough time together.
Devin knew instantly where that was leading to.  He slouched down on his
chair and became very quiet because he knew that spending time with his
mother was going to be agonizing.  He just did not like her after all of
the years of torture that she had put him through.

While Michelle was rambling, Devin was thinking, "What a bitch my mom is.
I can't believe that she actually wants to spend more time with me,
especially with the way that I treat her."

Devin asked Michelle, "Mom, do we really need to spend more time with each
other?"

"Devin, we need to.  We're a family, remember?  We haven't spent a minute
together this year."

Devin could not believe what his mother said, he wanted to stand up to
fight for himself"But that means I can't spend anytime with my friends."

Michelle stopped eating all-together, "Devin, I can't believe you would put
your friends before us.  We're going to spend time with us and that's it."

Devin mumbled underneath his breath, "Yeah, fuck off mom.  You suck!"

He loathed that conversation so much because he knew that after spending
time together, Michelle would encourage it to happen more often.  He knew
that he could not hang out with his friends as much as he would want to
after tonight.  He would be trapped within his own house like a prisoner.

Devin looked down on the lawn and did not want to speak because of all of
the work at band camp that was ahead of them and the time he would have to
spend with his mother.  It was apparent to Coleman that Devin was not a
happy camper.

Coleman asked, "What's wrong Devin?"

He failed to make eye contact at Coleman, "Nothing," he lied.

"Come on Devin, I know you ARE lying."

Devin sighed and then looked up to Coleman like a defenseless little boy,
"Well, my mother wants to spend more time with me because she realizes that
we are not spending as much more as we once did and that I'm not going to
be living with them in a few years.  So we're going to spend time at the
beach this evening, and she probably wants to have more getaways during the
weekend.  I don't like time with her; she's such a bitch all the time."
His speech became very slow and he kept stuttering like he had an official
speech impediment.

Coleman thought that Michelle's idea was ridiculous, "That blows.  Do you
make it obvious that you don't want to spend time with her?"

Devin gave a simple answer, "No," Then Devin shied away from Coleman and
did not attempt look at him, "I don't want to talk about it."

Coleman started to frown, "Devin, I really want to help you out with any
problems at home.  I want you to be happy."

"Coleman," Devin sighed and looked away still like there was something he
was ashamed and could not tell him, "I don't think it's something you could
help me out.  I have had a long time problem with my mother and she has
always been a bitch to me."

Coleman realized he was charting territory that Devin was not willing to
explore with him.  Coleman had to change the topic quickly.

"That sucks that your mom wants to spend more time with you and you don't.
Well I have to go back to soccer practice after practice here until 6.
This is going to suck.  Our season doesn't even end until early November.
So if you thought you had it rough, think of your poor buddy Coleman."

Devin depressed look changed and he actually smiled a bit, "Meh, I don't
want to, you can die out there."

Coleman retorted back sarcastically, "Fuck off! See if I care."

Devin gave a love tap to Coleman's shoulder, "Yeah I will," the boys
chuckled to make the conversation a brighter one.

Mr. Amundsen adjourned the practice for the day, even though he knew that
they were much behind schedule.  The deep breaths of Devin, Coleman, Phil,
and Stephen happened simultaneously, meaning that their hard day was coming
to a close.  They all walked together up to the percussion room.  There was
an awkward silence during the walk, nobody even wanted to say a word.  The
long, hard practices were tough for the percussionists, and talking about
it would recall the horrible day once again.  Coleman was not even his
hyper self.  The boys finally arrived in the percussion room and literately
dropped their instruments off without any regard of caring for the
instruments.  Devin picked up his backpack that he left in the corner at
the beginning of the day and placed his drumsticks and music in it like he
would never use it again.

He walked around the room to find Phil because they have not really talked
since the beginning of the day.  It was unusual for Phil to completely
ignore Devin for a whole day.  There must have been a problem that he
experienced during the day to make him avoid Devin.  Devin's search was
relentless until he finally saw him.  Phil was picking up his items and
kept to himself.

Devin went up to Phil and broke the ice, "Hey Phil, what are you doing
right now?"

Phil quickly gave Devin the look of death, "I'm going to see my new friend
Stephen."

Phil quickly left the room without saying goodbye.  Devin's mouth appeared
to fall through the fall because he never saw Phil act like this to him
before.  Devin burbled under his breath, "What the fuck is his problem?"

After his failure of trying to talk to Phil, Devin tried to find Coleman.
He saw him in the corner dropping off his mallets in the box and picked up
his cumbersome soccer duffel bag that carried his stained clothes,
depreciating cleats, muddy shin guards, and sweaty towels.  When Coleman
looked up, he saw Devin smiling at him.  Devin's smile was illustrated on
Coleman's face because they knew the torture of their day was over.  They
both walked out of the percussion room together and into the hallway that
was as vacant as a church during a weekday.  There was complete dead
silence in the room.  The walls blocked all of the persistent gossip and
whining from the musicians.

Devin held Coleman tightly, feeling that he never wanted to let go,
"Finally, the day is over for band."

"Yeah, it's over.  But we are going to another round of torture and we are
not going to see each other."

"Well, this is a way to make it up."

Devin's mouth went closer to Coleman's and Coleman had an automatic
response that caused his mouth to come closer to Devin's simultaneously.
The boys were wrapped up with their frustrations, love and wants with one
another.  They knew that the horror of band and music was over, for now.
But they had to stay strong to overcome the problems that they will
encounter before they have their fun Thursday night.  For Coleman, it would
be soccer, and for Devin, the time he would have to spend with his mother.
Somehow, they had to just get through their personal obstacles that night
and music the following day to get to the promise land that they have
continuously dreamed of like the 49ers of the 19th century.

The boys' lips touched and then their tongues made contact and intermingled
with each other.  There was an intangible connection that the boys had.
They could not describe it, but they just loved every second that they
bonded.  The chemistry that these two boys have was singular, and nobody
else could have the same feelings that Devin and Coleman had for each
other.  The moment could not last forever, though, they had to release from
each other's lips.  Time seemed to slow down all of their actions, the
release seemed like it took minutes instead of seconds.

Devin had an astonished look on his face like a 12 year old having his
first kiss.  The emotion on his face froze while he said, "That was amazing
Coleman."

The same look that was on Devin's face suddenly caused Coleman's face to
change to a smile.  Devin's heart began to melt within its cavity because
he could see those wonderful braces on Coleman's teeth.  No matter how much
innocence Coleman lost that afternoon in Devin's eyes, he still had that
innocent, little boy look that caused Devin to go wild, like a beast, on
the inside.

Since the hallway that they were in was so remote and quiet, Coleman
thought that he had detected that there was another presence in the
hallway.  He looked around without moving his head or eyes, but he could
not find anyone in the hall.  The area remained the same like it was a
picture that was captured; the posters did not move and the trophies from
past years remained in the same spot.  Then he thought he heard footsteps
fainting gradually.  He thought he was insane, so he did not care about the
ideas he had; he wanted to cherish the moment with his boy.

"Hey Devin, I have to go now.  But I'll definitely talk to you later."

"Ah, yeah, time to face the devil herself."

Coleman giggled, "Well yeah, have a blast.  Talk to you later. Call me!"

Coleman gave another peck on Devin's cheek and walked away from Devin.  He
went to the stairwell, placed his cute rear end on the banister and slid
down it.  At the end of the ride, he jumped off, opened the door, and went
outside.  When Devin heard the door click, he understood that it was time
to find his mother at the front yard of the school.

Devin started to walk down the hallway slowly.  He had his head down, and
slouched the entire time.  His walk resembled a condemned prisoner on his
"death march" to the gurney.  As he was walking, he passed by all the
classrooms were cleaned, organized, and ready for the opening day of school
like any kind of medical operation.  He sighed knowing that was too soon.
He left the building and saw that black Maxima, which could only mean one
thing, Michelle was waiting for him.  Michelle was sitting quietly in the
car, reading a book and as he approached the car, he could hear Celine
Dion's "If Walls Could Talk" cershendoed like an orchestra.  Devin disliked
Celine Dion, especially after the movie Titanic was released.  He loathed
the song "My Heart Will Go On" because all of the girls at school loved
that song and were dumbfounded by Leonardo Dicaprio instead of himself.
The bad memories of junior high school were swirling in his head like a
whirlpool and he wanted to forget about it, so he shut it off like a water
valve.  He opened up the back door, threw his backpack in, went into
shotgun, and slammed the door all without saying a word.

Beside the usual, "So how was your day?" speech from Michelle and the "Ok"
sigh from Devin, the car ride was silent.  Devin just looked outside the
window, seeing the sun passing with him.  He just could not wait for this
escapade with his mother to end.


Coleman returned home with his mother after soccer practice.  He realized
that he needed to clean off all of the sweat and dirt that he had
accumulated since the end of the last practice.  The dirt from his second
session plus the dirt he captured during the time he spent with Devin added
up into one huge mess.  He felt all of the sweat clung on to his clothes
like static electricity.  Coleman had the hottest water temperature setting
that he could withstand.  The steam just poured out of the shower like a
waterfall.  Coleman just stood there disappointed because he would not be
able to see his boy Devin until Thursday afternoon.

While he was in the shower, he slowly drifted off to his dreamland because
the shower gave him a comfort that only a good massage could offer.  He
could imagine Devin and him loving each other's bodies in the outdoors.
The sun shining, the birds chirping, and the light rustle of the trees in
the background made the scene the best one to have while making love to
Devin.  He could imagine Devin and himself kissing and feeling every square
inch of each other's bodies.

Coleman snapped out of his daydream and did not know how long he had been
in the shower.  He turned off the water and dried himself off.  He tried to
look at his body in the mirror, but the steam had fogged up the room as
much as London.  Coleman did not want to admit it, but inside he knew that
he is a very insecure boy.  He wanted to see if he was physically good
enough for Devin tomorrow.  He worked out basically all day at practice and
will tomorrow morning at practice.  He just wanted the first intimate time
with Devin to be perfect for both of them.

Coleman went into his bedroom with his towel wrapped around his stomach.
As Coleman opened the door, the heat in his room hit him like a punch in
the face.  Since the sun's rays were beaming down through the windows, the
room was like a greenhouse.  Coleman liked it that way because he would be
comfortable sleeping without any clothes or sheets.  Coleman walked up to
his window and looked at the early evening sky.  He could see the reds and
oranges forming on top of the horizon such that only a painter brushed the
colors on the sky.  He imagined that it would be tomorrow evening; the
weather would be just as perfect as it was right now.  It will be so much
fun to have the entire evening and night to play with Devin outdoors, just
like in his fantasies.

Coleman unwrapped the towel and allowed it to fall to his feet.  Then he
jumped onto his bed like a diver completely naked and settled down so that
he rested on his back.  Coleman decided to drift back to his dreamland as
he looked out the window blankly.  He slowly closed his eyes like he was
going to fall asleep and imagined that he was in this utopia where he did
not have to worry about school, work, sports practice, Devin's problems
with his mother, and all of the demands that he had to face with every
single day.  Coleman just imagined that Devin and he spent a life where
they had no worries except for loving each other.  Coleman's exhausting day
was like a drug; it had caused him to slowly drift off for a nap.

Coleman woke up from his dreamland when he finally realized that he had
actually dozed off.  He sat up on his bed and looked for one of his clocks
in his room.  He found his alarm clock reading 6:43 with those bold, red
numbers looking at him sternly.  He was relieved because thought it was
much later than it really was.  The nap had caused him to lose all track of
time.

Coleman had this sudden urge to go outside in order to get away from all of
the frustrations that he was having from the outside world.  He put on a
pair of his soccer shorts that he found on a growing pile of clothes and
went outside.  He was watching the sun setting brightly in the western sky
behind all of the trees in his backyard.  The peacefulness that he had
received from the sunset attracted him westward like a magnet.  Slowly, he
walked like a zombie to his private area that he spent the previous evening
with Devin.  He laid on the grass relaxing, drifting away from all of his
qualms with music and soccer.

As Coleman was lying back, thinking about his day, he remembered the
moments he talked to Devin about his mother.  Devin seemed really sad
inside about his mother when the point was brought up.  Coleman
brainstormed of what could be the problem.  He was thinking of a way of how
to solve Devin's predicament with his mother.  There must be a reason,
either by Devin or his mother, or both.

He realized that Devin was an only child, like himself.  With an only
child, a mother is very protective of him because there are no other
children remaining.  She does not want Devin to be injured or die from
drugs, sex, alcohol, and from being with his friends.  She wants to protect
her baby like a mother bear wants to protect her cub.

Coleman then continued to think, "Michelle must have this want of spending
time with Devin lately because she realizes that she only has three years
left before he goes off to college.  After that, she would not have anytime
left to love him but she does now.  Her only baby is growing up too fast
and she wants to cherish all of the moments that she has left."

Suddenly, he realized that Devin could misinterpret Michelle's actions.  He
must be thinking that Michelle's wants to restrict his time with his
friends and spend it with her because she is a bitch.  He does not look
past the surface; he only sees that his mother is punishing him.  He does
not see the tough love that she is performing on him.  Michelle must love
him so much, and she wants him to be a child forever.  If she spends time
with him, she would recapture that love that only a boy could give her.
When Devin's older, she would not have that love that she had when he was a
child or a young teenager.

Coleman then needed a plan to have Devin solve the problems with his
mother.  He could present the solution the same way that he thought of it.
It would be hard to convince him because he would still convince himself
that it is not his own misinterpretations that have caused his depression.
Even though Devin on the outside is a very happy boy, on the inside
however, there were dilemmas that he had to face daily.  The void that he
had after he broke up with Rachel, his uncertainty in his sexuality, and
his mother's love have made him doubt himself.  His hatred would be more
from his own "hatred" with his mother, not because it was not because of
him directly.  Coleman then thought that there had to be another way.
Maybe it was something else.  Maybe he thinks that she would not approve of
him being bisexual or gay.  There were too many unknowns.

Coleman thought diligently of all of the possible symptoms while he had his
eyes closed.  Even though he just had a short nap, the lack of sleep that
he had been getting had finally caught up to him.  He became very lethargic
and fell asleep on the ground as the sun was setting in the darkening sky.


About twenty miles away, Devin was listening to his "Before These Crowded
Streets" album while lying down on his stomach on a beach towel on the
sandy shore of Lake Sunapee.  Ever since right after band camp ended, Devin
had been as laconic as John Wayne in his westerns.  He said as few words as
he could to his own mother because he would not have to hear her bitch away
at him.

Michelle was with her son and husband, but they were not doing what she
hoped to do.  They were just lying down on the beach chairs, saying
nothing, doing their own thing.  They were together as a family, but they
might as well been over 1,000 miles away from each other.  Michelle thought
that there had to be something that would interest both her, her husband,
and Devin.  She sighed because she was disappointed in her trip.

Neil noticed like a hawk, that Michelle was not pleased, "What's wrong
honey?"

Michelle stared right into the eyes of her husband, "Well, I wished that we
did something more than just lie and not say a word to each other."

Neil got up and kneeled near the right side of the beach chair that his
wife was using.  Neil assuaged her like a counselor, "Oh, Michelle, I know
you're trying your best.  But we're really exhausted.  I was thinking of
this time at the beach as more of a time to relax."

Michelle looks around the beach.  She sees all of the families having fun
times.  To Michelle, it seems like they were on their own little island on
the beach, "When I look around us, I see families that are running around
having a good time with each other by playing games, building sand castles,
playing in the water, playing catch..."

Neil had to interrupt her, "We don't have to do those things.  Devin and I
are happy right now because we're trying to get away from all of our hectic
lives.  You should be happy because you made us happy."

Inside, Michelle felt skeptical, but it did not get read by Neil, "Really?"

"Yes Michelle.  We're happy right now.  You started the idea that we should
get out of the house and enjoy the time and we are."

"Yeah, I think so."

"To show my appreciation, I have a gift for you."

Neil kissed Michelle on the cheek.  Then they slowly faced each other and
looked into each other's eyes.  Slowly, they kissed on the lips and shared
this intimate moment together.  Devin saw the entire scene, and he was
disgusted.  A fifteen year old teenage boy is always disgusted by seeing
his own parents showing their love and affection for one another.  His
disquietude was obvious to anyone within a ten foot radius of Devin like he
had three heads.

Michelle and Neil released their kiss after what seemed like hours to
them. Neil said comfortingly like a Romeo, "You know Michelle, we should do
things more often like this as a family."

Michelle responded, "Didn't I tell you that last night?"

Neil placed his index finger and thumb on Michelle's nose and gently
wiggled it like she was a little puppy, "Yeah, it actually turned out
well."

Devin's worst nightmare came true.  His parents agreed that all three of
them should spend more time together.  He just felt horrible because the
worst outcome of this happened.  Then he put his head on and slowly fell
asleep on his beach towel to forget about his problems with his mother.

Devin felt somebody stroking their hand on his bare back and left shoulder
with a loving touch that only Coleman could offer.  He slowly woke up,
hoping that the person who was rubbing his back was his boy Coleman.  He
turned his body in order to find out until he realized that it was his own
mother who was showing her motherly love to him.  He was not at all
impressed with his mother by having a look that only a tired puppy would
give, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Michelle said in a soothing voice, similar to the lake that they were near,
"Honey, it's time to leave; it's almost dark now."

Devin groaned in a low monotonous tone then mumbled, "Mom, I don't want to
get up now."

"You can sleep in the car."

"Just great," Devin thought, "mom wants me to get up from my restful nap.
I just want to lay right here."

Without saying any words, Devin slowly got up from his beach towel, dusted
all of the sand off, and folded it up without that much care.  He slowly
picked up all of his clothes and his CD player, placed them in the bag and
slowly walked toward the car without his parents.  He was so exhausted that
his legs felt like they were made out of lead and he spewed the sand
around.  As Devin approached the car, he opened the car door, threw his
towel and bag in the car and literately threw himself in the car.
Immediately he shut his eyes to pretend that he had already fallen asleep
because e did want to resort to talking to his mother.  He wanted to show
them that he was not having a good time with them.  He thought that maybe
his parents should go out alone more often; it would help out their
relationship.

Michelle and Neil eventually walked up to the Maxima.  They popped open the
trunk with as much enthusiasm as watching grass grow, placed the bags and
beach chairs in it, closed the trunk, and went into the car.  They saw that
Devin had already drifted away to his dreamland, so they did not attempt to
wake him up.  Devin was pulling off a Broadway actor because he was still
awake, but did not appear to be.

During the ride, Neil brought up the question, "Michelle, what do you think
is wrong with Devin?"

Michelle was paying attention to the road, but she was pondering as well,
"Well, maybe it's because of the breakup with Rachel.  I mean he really got
into that relationship.  When they broke up, he probably feels like that
he's not good enough for any girl."

"Well, he's not exactly homely.  He's pretty good looking; I'm not
surprised that the girls are chasing him around.  I would not be surprised
if any of the boys aren't either."

Michelle laughed a little bit, "Yeah, I bet they both are.  I just hope
that he's not playing both sides."

Neil's voice suddenly became serious, "Yeah I would not be thrilled if he
had a boyfriend."

"I know you like a book Neil.  You wanted a son who would pass on your
name.  But I know that he'll find himself another girl."

"I don't think it will be a problem for Devin to find himself a lady later
in his life to have kids with."

"Yeah, I hope I can be a grandmother someday.  Not right now, of course."

Neil snickered like Coleman, "Yeah, you're 15 year old son being a father
is not too good.  Neither is the thought of a 49 year old grandmother."

"Obviously, I don't want to be one right now, I want to when Devin's in his
thirties."

"Yeah, well Devin is the last Kelly as of right now.  I mean I would be
very disappointed if he could not pass on the family name."

Devin became alarmed when he heard his parents' conversation.  If they ever
found out that he is gay or bisexual, they would just flip.  Devin did not
want his father to be angry because of the possibility that he would be on
the other team.  Neil always told Devin that was proud of having a really
successful son like him for his only child.  His dream was him to have a
good education, a well-paying job, and a happy family.  If Devin ever told
Neil that he was gay, Neil's vision would be shattered to many pieces.
Devin thought that his father would never forgive him for terminating the
Kelly name.  For the first time in his life, Devin was actually afraid of
his parents disowning him.

Devin continued to pretend that he was in his dreamland until his mother
"awoke" him when they got home.  When Devin got out of the car, he made a
beeline for his bedroom.  He locked the door, threw all of his possessions
that he took to the beach on the floor, picked up the phone, and called
Coleman's number.

There was the standard dial tone until he heard an older lady voice,
"Hello?"

"Hey Mrs. Fleming," Devin said, "Is Coleman around?"

"Devin, he's not in the house right now.  I think he's outside lying down.
He always does this, so I'll bring the phone to him."

"Hey, he's pretty lazy.  He doesn't go inside to relax."

Mrs. Fleming laughed, "Yeah, you know Coleman then.  He does everything as
little as he can to pass by."

Mrs. Fleming opened the back door and looked around like a watchdog.  He
could not see Coleman until she walked up further in the backyard.  She saw
her son lying down on the ground in the middle of the woods.  She walked up
to him and stroked his hair until he slowly came back to reality.

"Coleman, honey, wake up.  Devin's on the line."

Coleman slowly got up and took the phone.  He waited to talk into the phone
until Mrs. Fleming was far enough away.  He wanted the conversation to be a
secret like Fort Knox.

Coleman asked, "Yello?"

"Coleman!" Devin yelled out esthetically like an 11 year old girl at an
Aaron Carter concert, "It's your sexy boyfriend!"

"Hey sexy, what up?"

Coleman could hear Devin sigh and could tell the mood he was in like
Sherlock Holmes, "Well I had an awful time with my parents.  We did
absolutely nothing on the beach and my mother was complaining that we
didn't do anything `together as a family'."

"That sucks.  Yeah, well soccer was just exhausting.  It's only been one
day, and I hate it.  I have practice tomorrow morning again," Coleman was
obviously frustrated and Devin could tell by the tone of his voice, "But I
will have the rest of the entire day free and Friday morning as well."

"That means we can see each other Thursday afternoon and Friday morning!"

"Exactly.  I can't wait for tomorrow."

Devin's excitement woke up from the dead, "Yeah, I know.  We'll have the
entire night to do what we want to do."

Coleman sniggered intensely, "Yeah we will," Coleman winked and slyly said,
"we'll discover more about each other, if you know what I mean."

Devin laughed his ass off and almost fell off the bed like a mental
patient, "This time, I'll let you go down on me when you want to."

"Deal.  As long as you do what I want to do as well.  You can't control the
tables the entire night."

"Boy, I'll tell you what to do.  I own you, remember?  If I want to be
pleasured, I get my demands met."

"In your dreams.  You won't get into my pants without me taking off my
chastity belt."

Devin became sarcastic, "Coleman, of all people, you're probably the one
who has the biggest chastity belt."

"Yeah, right.  Megan's been down there all the time because she wanted to
get to my hot pants everyday."

"You're making that up, you big liar!"

"Of course I am.  I wouldn't let her in my pants everyday.  Most of the
days maybe, but not everyday."

Devin and Coleman continued to ridicule and joke each other immensely about
the usual boy stuff.  But they were giving each other a hard time like it
was their job.

Coleman's tone began to get as serious as a news reporter, "So what about
tomorrow?"

"Well make sure that you bring all of your stuff for the two days and one
night that you will be spending away from home.  My mom would pick us up
after practice tomorrow."

"I should bring a ton of porno, cards, booze, drugs, women, and the cutest
boys in the school."

"Yeah, we should just get everyone liquored up and have one big orgy in the
tent."

"We could just drink it up and have sex all night."

"Yeah, but how long would that last?"

Coleman wanted to act like a little devil, "With you, only about a minute.
Then we would just sleep."

"Fuck you."

"You would like that too much."

"Yeah, I would, especially from you my little one."

"Hey, Dev," Coleman stated, "I have to go now, but I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep, ok.  Talk to you later."

"Bye. Have sweet dreams about me my boy."

Devin laughed, but before he could say goodnight, he could hear the dead
sound of the dial tone again.  He knew that the next time that he talked to
Coleman would begin the best day of his love life.

To be continued...

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