Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 09:31:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eric Foster <efoster447@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Time part 12

Disclaimer: this story contains sexual material. If you are not 18 or over,
or this is not legal in your country you should not read any further. This
material may offend if you find homosexual acts offensive or homosexual
acts between younger boys offensive. All similarities between this story's
plot line, characters, names, places, or any other item are purely
coincidence

In Time

It was Monday afternoon and Telson West Middle School had just let out for
the day. Martin walked alongside Alex as they headed for their bikes to
return home. They had decided that, since it was warm and sunny, it would
be the perfect day to just take a ride around town after school and maybe
hang at the park for a bit.

"Hey Martin," came the voice of Ashley from behind the two boys.

"Oh...hey Ashley. So what's up?" Martin said as he turned to face her.

Alex turned around as well but suddenly felt another surge of jealousy, as
well as anger come in his veins. He just didn't want her around him
anymore.

"Hey since we weren't able to hang out Sunday, I was thinking maybe we
could try again for this weekend if you wanted," Ashley said with a slight
hint of desperation in her voice, but only ever so slight.

"Wait...but you didn't ever text me to ask about hanging out on Sunday,"
Martin replied, suddenly confused by Ashley's statement.

Ashley appeared equally confused and she looked at Martin oddly.

"But I did...look here, you said 'No sorry, have to go somewhere else'"
Ashley said as she handed her phone to Martin with the text on the screen.

Martin read over the messages and realized that there was no way he had
written this. He then looked at the date and time.


Saturday 4:48

There was only one person who had access to his phone at that date and
time; Alex. Martin's eyes widened and a shot of anger and confusion pulsed
through his veins. Alex, on the other hand, had yet again realized that his
plan had not been fully thought out. He locked up, as fear rushed into his
veins. He was caught, and this time there may not be a happy ending to this
unwanted discovery. Martin shot a quick glance over to Alex. They locked
eyes for only a split second, but Alex saw it in his eyes. It was anger,
hurt, and confusion.


Shit....this is not good Alex thought as he stood there, awkwardly trying
to come up with some excuse for his behavior.


"Oh well...yea I had something with my family, sorry about that. Anyway I
might be able to hang out this weekend but no guarantees. But hey, I have
to go. Talk to ya later," Martin said, putting on a fake happy persona and
a fake smile.

He quickly grabbed Alex's hand and practically dragged him through the
halls to an empty store room that wasn't ever used by the school. He opened
it and put Alex inside and swiftly but forcefully shut the door behind
them.

"ALEX WHAT THE FUCK?!" Martin exclaimed as he looked angrily at Alex. He
was trying to control his temper and hurt but it was difficult.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked, a slight quiver in his voice, feeling
scared at not only the possibility of losing Martin, but also because he
was obviously extremely angry.

"WHAT DO I MEAN!! I MEAN YOU DELETED MY TEXTS SO YOU COULD CONTORL ME! WHAT
THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT!" Martin said, now practically shouting while Alex
backed up against the wall.

"I didn't want her taking you away from me..."

"WHAT! Damn it Alex why didn't you just tell me?" Martin said now more in
control of the volume of his voice, but still speaking forcefully.

"I tried to tell you, and you kept ignoring me. Don't you realize SHE LIKES
YOU!" Alex said, putting emphasis on the last part of his sentence.

"So what if she likes me? I haven't done anything yet. Can't I hang out
with other friends without you freaking out on me and trying to control who
I'm with? Don't you realize that you're the one I love? Do you really think
I'm going to give you up?"

"Then tell her you're dating me and tell her to fuck off!" Alex said now
raising his voice a little, and feeling hurt from the comment about him
'freaking out'.

"Alex, can't I just tell her that were dating and still hang out with her?"
Martin said, exasperated.

"NO!" Alex replied with sudden force and rage.

"Every time you're focusing on some swimsuit competition or some damn girl,
I feel myself losing it. I LOVE YOU and I get jealous of them when I don't
have your attention. I just want you, OK" Alex said, feeling his emotions
start to slip out of control.

"Are you serious?" Martin responded quietly, but the anger and hurt in his
voice was very obvious, so much so that Alex became quiet and backed away a
little.

"Well did you EVER TAKE THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT WHAT I WENT THROUGH!  HUH!!
Do you think it's just fucking easy for me to watch those other
boys...PRATICALLY HUMP YOU AND CLIMB ALL OVER YOU IN THE HALLS HUH!! DON'T
YOU THINK I GET JEALOUS! DAMN IT ALEX, I GET JEALOUS TOO, but you know
what, I CONTROL IT. I know you have friends and you need them, and even if
I get jealous of what they are doing with you, I have to control it. I know
you need your space as well, so just please give me mine," Martin said,
only managing to control his wavering voice towards the end, despite having
slipped up a few times during his short speech.

Alex suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He hadn't taken a
single moment to think about how what he was doing may be affecting
Martin. He never realized that what boys considered just normal play would
make Martin jealous. Tears began to well up in his eyes. He had just fucked
up things between himself and Martin. He finally couldn't stand it and felt
a single tear roll down his cheek as he took a raspy breath.

"Alex..." Martin said softly as he reached out to try to hug him.

He began to wonder if he had been too harsh, but before he could ask, Alex
pushed past him and ran out the door of the store room.

"ALEX! ALEX WAIT!!!" Martin said as he tried to run after him, but he
tripped and before he could get up Alex had turned the hall corner.


GOD DAMN IT! I JUST HAD TO FUCK IT UP!! I knew it...it was just too good to
be true, and I'm not good enough for him. I just pissed him off...why can't
I just make him happy...I love him so much...FUCK!! Alex thought as he ran
out the door and quickly went to his bike.


He hadn't chained it so he was able to quickly jump on and pedal away. He
didn't want Martin to follow him so he pedaled as quickly as he could. He
turned around for a brief moment just before he turned the street corner
and saw that Martin had only just now started to unchain his bike. He sped
up, turned a few blocks and stopped. He looked back; the empty grey street
seemed animated as a few leaves rustled across. Sometimes, the sounds of
happy children playing could be heard, but they weren't there now. The
light glistened through the green trees, but it deceived you, because
everything was dark now. The world was once perfect, a utopia one may say,
but reality had finally caught up to them. He had lost him.



The blue water hit up against the concrete sides of the pool. Jacob was
sitting on a deck chair as he watched the boy in the black Speedo do laps
in freestyle as he practiced for the tryouts. He finally got up out of the
pool for a bit, his blonde hair glistening in the light, his body covered
in beads of water, with his suit showing the very top of his crease. Being
so tight, the Speedo gave Jacob a nice outline of all the details of the
flesh it barely covered. Jacob smiled to himself, knowing that this
supermodel of an Aussie boy was all his.

"You definitely are fast," Jacob said as he got up and walked towards
Corey.

He looked around for a brief second and kissed him lightly on the lips. He
also brushed his hand against Corey's package as they stood there in the
middle of the deck.

"Thanks, but I just don't know if I'm fast enough yet," Corey said. It was
clear that he was slightly doubtful of his actual abilities.  "Don't
worry. I know you'll make it. I've seen the competition before, and trust
me you're going to make the team," Jacob said, trying to give Corey some
reassurance.

"You went to swim competitions before?" Corey asked with a lopsided smile.

"Well umm...I went because I had a few friends on swim team," Jacob said as
his face started to turn crimson red.

Though it was true that Jacob had one friend on swim team, the obvious
reason he had gone to the competitions was so he could get a good look at
the boys shirtless and built, especially the ones who would wear the tiny
Speedos. Corey laughed a little and then came close to Jacob and placed his
wet hand in the center of Jacob's chest. His face was now only inches away
from Jacob's as he looked him directly in the eyes.

"Yea I'm sure you just went to watch the competition...but," Corey said as
he reached down and put his hand under Jacob's waistband. He barely brushed
the very root of his penis and continued his sentence in a whisper "I don't
think the competition can ever make your heart race like I can make it,"
Corey said with the most seductive look on his face Jacob had ever seen. In
fact, that may have been the most seductive thing ever....just maybe.

Jacob's heart started to race, and his penis began to rise quickly. He
wanted Corey so badly, but they were in the middle of a public pool. Just
then they heard someone open the door to the pool behind them. Corey, at
the speed of light, took his hand out of Jacobs's pants. And as if it was
an instant excitement killer, Jacob's penis deflated and his horny feelings
were replaced with fear that they had been caught.

An older man, who looked to be in about his mid-thirties, walked in and
looked around as if he were searching for something. He only seemed to have
briefly noticed Jacob and Corey before he walked up to one of the tables
and grabbed a pair of goggles. He then walked out and the two were again
alone in the large indoor pool.

Corey looked Jacob in the face again. He had a look of humor and a smile of
beautiful radiance.

"Well that was close" Corey said in a laugh.

"Seriously, you almost got us caught you horny Australian" Jacob said with
sarcasm.

Corey's face went red as he starting laughing and then leaned in to kiss
Jacob, and then started to make out with him passionately. Jacob tried to
push away but Corey kept coming at him and was trying to still make out
with him.

"Ahh...Sheesh Corey just wait till we get home" Jacob said as he started to
laugh at Corey's now obviously sarcastic attempts to make out with him in
public.

"Sorry cant, I'm just being what I am...just some horny Aussie" Corey said,
finally cutting the sarcasm and just laughing as he held onto Jacob. Then
he leaned in and gave a very light peck on the lips as he just stared at
Jacob in the eyes.

"Maybe we should finish this up at home" Jacob said as he held Corey on the
hips.

They swayed lightly side to side for a moment and then Corey leaned in for
one last kiss.

"Lets" Corey said as he grabbed his towel and bag.

The two headed for their bikes, got on, and pedaled away back home.



Martin had been looking everywhere but he had no clue as to where Alex
could be. He went to Alex's house, but no one appeared to be there, he
checked the school, his house, several streets, and still to no avail. He
had called and texted him at least thirty times by this point, but he
didn't get any response. Then suddenly he had an idea...the park. He knew
that Alex and Jacob went there on occasion, and it was pretty big, so there
was a chance that Alex was somewhere in the park. Plus, it was starting to
get dark, and he wanted to make sure that Alex was safe.

He rode the distance to the park and pulled in. There didn't appear to be
anyone there. No cars were parked in the parking lot, and no bikes were on
the bike rack. He let out a sigh as he rested his head on his handle bars.

Alex where are you....Martin thought as he pulled his phone out of his
bag. He had decided to give it another try.

He pressed the dial button on Alex's name and held it to his ear. It began
to ring, and then he heard the faintest sound....it was Death Cab for
Cutie, I will possess your heart...Alex's ringtone. He knew it because Alex
and he had chosen it together as his contact ringtone. He quickly started
to ride into the park and followed the sound and heard it become louder as
he moved closer to the back of the park where the beach area was. The sound
went silent and he redialed. This time he heard it far more clearly and he
picked up speed. Finally, he reached the source. He saw Alex's bike there
and his backpack, but no Alex. He looked around briefly and saw the trail
down to the beach. He knew Alex had to have gone there.

He walked down the pathway making sure he was keeping quiet the whole
time. Finally he got down far enough on the path so as to where he could
hide behind a few brush and trees. He could see onto the beach, but he
couldn't be seen himself.

There he saw Alex sitting in the center of the beach a few feet away from
the water. His knees were drawn up to his chin and his hands were wrapped
around them. His face was buried into his knees and he could hear soft
sobbing sounds coming from his direction. The scene alone broke Martin's
heart. He could barely handle the idea that Alex was sitting there alone
and hurt.

He got up from his position in the brush and started to walk onto the sandy
beach. The soft sand cloaked his footsteps as he approached, stopping only
ten or so feet away from Alex. From this position he could clearly hear
Alex's sobs and could see his hair was matted with sweat.

"Alex," Martin said softly.

Alex suddenly gasped and turned around quickly. He locked eyes with Martin,
who could now clearly see that his face was red, tears were still on it,
and it was very apparent that he had been crying pretty hard earlier. In
response, Alex rose very slowly and then seemed to glance just over
Martin's shoulders.

Just as Martin started to walk closer with his hand out, Alex suddenly
tried to run. He tried to go beside Martin and run towards the trail, but
Martin was too quick. He quickly grabbed Alex's shoulder and, as gently as
he could, brought Alex to the ground.

"LET ME GO!" Alex said squirming beneath Martin, who was now straddling his
mid section as he tried to keep him down.

"ALEX, LISTEN TO ME FOR A SECOND!" Martin shouted. Alex stopped moving and
his eyes locked with Martin's.

"Why are you running away from me? Was I being too harsh? Do you think I'm
going to hurt you or something?"

"I don't think I'm good enough for you..."Alex said, his voice trailing off
towards the end.

"Wait....what?" Martin said, confused.

"All I did was piss you off...and I was being selfish, and yet the whole
time you were being selfless and keeping yourself in check. I couldn't even
manage to do that...and...I just don't want to hurt you," Alex said, the
tears returning.

Martin quickly pulled Alex up and embraced him tightly as he rubbed his
back and began to kiss his neck. Alex tried to pull away some, but Martin
held him tightly.

"Why..." But before Alex could continue, Martin cut him off.

"Alex, I've said it before...I love you...and I will do anything to make
sure we can be together. I don't want this relationship to end, especially
when it just started. Alex, you're special to me in so many different
ways...I don't want to lose you. I mean, yes I was angry and I could have
handled that situation better, but I want us to be able to work through
this kind of stuff. I mean you kind of had a right to feel upset about
Ashley; more than I did about your guy friends," Martin let out a light
sigh as he ran his finger over Alex's cheek.

"Your guy friends don't have a crush on you like I do, but Ashley has a
crush on me like you have on one me. So I can see why you're upset and I
can also see why you did what you did.  I've decided that come tomorrow
I'll tell her that I like someone else. But all I ask is that you let me
have my close friends as well. You have your guy and girl friends, so you
have to give me just a bit of space and let me have mine....ok?" Martin
said as he leaned in for a light kiss.

Alex let Martin's words seep in for a minute. He still felt horrible for
what he had done and he knew he could have handled that situation far
better. He hadn't communicated with Martin properly, he acted on
assumption, and he lied. That combination alone is enough to destroy a lot
of relationships and he didn't want it to destroy this one.

"I mean I don't know....I still feel awful about what I did to you..."

"Well I forgive you for it Alex.  Besides, we're only human, and humans
make mistakes."

Alex's face brightened as he looked at Martin who returned his bright
smile. He felt joy rush into his veins, and he knew that this was meant to
be.

"Ok...Thank you...my love," Alex said as he leaned in to share a passionate
kiss with Martin.

"Mmmm...that was good," Martin said as he pulled away.

The two walked up the pathway and got to their bikes. They mounted them and
quickly pedaled out of the park and had one last kiss as they parted to
head back to their respective homes.

The sun granted one last wave of light as the pink sky and sapphire blue
water met at the horizon so far away. The boys looked out their
windows....they thought of hope...happiness...some of the many things they
desired for their future. Most of all, though, each boy wanted the one he
loved to be there with him.


In the face of death, in the tides of misfortune, in the coldest of
realities, love will prevail


It was Tuesday afternoon and West Telson Middle had just let out. Alex
walked alongside Martin as the two headed for their bikes. They had agreed
to reschedule their bike tour of the town. Suddenly, Martin stopped in the
hallway with Alex. Just ahead of them, he saw Ashley walking along with a
few other girls to the car rider line.

"Alex...I need to take care of this," Martin said in a serious tone.

Alex looked at him, confused, until Martin pointed ahead to Ashley. Martin
silently mouthed out an 'oh' as he realized what he was about to do.

"Meet me at the bikes, I'll be there when I'm done," Martin said walking a
bit faster ahead of Alex.

He walked until he was only five or so feet away from Ashley.

"Hey Ashley," Martin said brightly.

"Oh, hey Martin...so are you able to hang out this weekend?" Ashley asked,
obviously anxious for an answer.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about something else...alone," Martin
said in a more serious tone, putting slight emphasis on the 'alone' part.

"Oh...umm ok sure" Ashley replied as she followed Martin around the corner.

She turned around to look at her friends who gave her a puzzled look. She
just shrugged her shoulders in response, also unsure as to what was going
to happen.

The two started to walk towards the library. It was kept open after school
for students who needed to study, but was generally pretty empty around
this time. They walked into the large expanse of books. The only person
there appeared to be the librarian, who was distracted with typing up some
document on the computer. There was an almost ghost like feel to it all. It
was so quiet aside from the occasional click of a key from the
keyboard. The particles flowed through the light that streamed in through
the skyline windows. It was the calm before the impeding storm.

Martin led Ashley to one of the study rooms and closed the door behind
them. It was a white room, no windows. Just a table, a few outlets, chairs,
and that was it. They both took a seat and Martin let out a sigh.

"I think it would be best that I just get straight to it....I've been
hearing...and I feel based on the way you've been acting around me...I'm
wondering if you like me." Martin said in a serious and almost rushed
voice.

He looked up and locked eyes with her. Her face was one of shock, worry,
fear, and every emotion you have when you're found out by your crush. It
looked just like Alex's face when he first found out about him.

"I...I..."Ashley was stuttering; she was starting to falter, and her cool
demeanor vanished.

He's not acting like I had planned it out in my head...this wasn't supposed
to happen like this...he's not saying yes like I had
planned...crap... Ashley thought as she slowly started to lose her grip on
her cool. Martin all the while sat there calmly, but it was obvious he
wasn't there to deliver good news.

"Yes..." Ashley let her sentence trail off because she knew what was
next...and it wasn't what she had planned.

"I'm sorry Ashley...I still want to be friends....but I've got someone I
already love," Martin said.

He didn't know what else to tell her. He didn't know how to comfort her
without her thinking something may be possible. He knew that he had to be
honest...though the truth may hurt sometimes.

The tears began to well...the mascara drew a line down her cheek as the
salty and bitter tears fell.  She made soft noises as she sobbed. Martin
didn't know what else to say or do...but he knew he couldn't give her a
wrong impression. This was for Alex...this had to be finished and done with
no matter how painful it was for her or how little he wanted to hurt her;
it was for love.

Martin got up from his chair, and decided that it was time for him to
go. He was turning around and just about to open the door when Ashley spoke
up.

"Who?"

Martin gave it a thought. He wasn't sure if it was the best idea to mention
it to her or not. She could easily use it against him and Alex and make
their lives in school a living hell. Yet he felt that she wasn't going to
do that. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that, though she may have a crush
on him, she wasn't jealous. Her crush was like Alex's love...she just
didn't want to see him upset, and she only wanted him happy, even if it
hurt herself...which was why it was just that much more painful to tell her
no. But it was for love.

"Alex....Alex Stewart," Martin said as he walked out the door and shut it
softly.

He didn't turn to tell her, and he didn't turn around afterwards to see her
reaction, but he was sure her face was one of shock. She probably didn't
understand...and she may not ever...but that wasn't important right
now. The only thing that mattered to him was the one he loved.

He walked down the hall, out the door, and saw Alex standing next to their
bikes. He had an anxious look on his face. He walked up to Martin and put
his hand on his shoulder.

"So...how did she take it?" Alex asked softly. Martin let out a light sigh.

"She was upset.  She knows we're boyfriends, but she isn't going to tell
anyone about us," Martin said in a downtrodden tone.

"Wait...how do you know she won't tell....and why did you tell her?" Alex
said, his face betraying his panic and anxiety.

"I just know she won't tell...and I told her because...because after all
she went through...it was the least I could have told her," Martin said as
he reached for his helmet and started to strap it on.

"Wait...but..." Before he could continue Martin cut him off.

"If I had told you 'no' when I found out you liked me...after all that
worrying you went through...after all the hope you had invested into this
relationship working out...and it was because someone else had stolen my
heart...wouldn't you at the very least want to know who it was?" Martin
replied in a serious tone as he locked eyes with Alex. His face was stone
cold, and Alex realized why he was like this. It was never easy to be told
no.

Martin decided that this wasn't a good way to start off their tour around
town, so he quickly smiled and lightly punched Alex on the shoulder.

"Come on...I need to get home before this year ends," Martin said, laughing
quietly.

Both boys quickly pedaled off down the street and rode off to explore the
town and all it had to offer. They were young...the world was still a huge
place...but they understood that they loved each other.



Jacob felt his head lightly resting on the pillow and his body still
recovering from the amazing experience he had just had Corey. He looked
around briefly and realized that Corey wasn't in the bed with him
anymore. His eyes adjusted to the dim light flowing in through the windows
from the setting sun as he rubbed them lightly.

There, just in front of the window, stood Corey. He was still naked and
hadn't yet put on his clothes. He was looking out over lake. His skin was
perfectly tanned and his muscles had become more defined. He still had on a
white puka shell necklace that he had worn that day, and it contrasted
amazingly with his skin. His hair glowed a golden color that was only
achievable with certain colors of blonde. He looked like a supermodel or an
angle, but either way, he was gorgeous.

Jacob lightly got out of his bed, making sure he didn't make any noise. He
walked up slowly behind Corey and snaked his hands around him so that he
had them wrapped around his abs. He pulled Corey into him so their warm
skin touched and the feeling sent a shiver through them both. It was like
an electric shock and both boys had goose bumps from the sensual but loving
touch. Corey let out a sigh of pleasure and placed both his hands on
Jacob's wrists as he moved Jacobs's hands around his abs and upper
chest. Yet despite this moment of calm, Jacob could sense that Corey had
something on his mind, and he was upset. He leaned in and lightly whispered
into his ear: "What's wrong love?"

"I just...I'm kind of nervous about the try outs tomorrow," Corey said, the
anxiety in his voice apparent.

"Well...everyone gets nervous when a huge test is about to happen, or a try
out, or anything like that, but you don't need to worry. You're a great
swimmer and you'll do fine, just have confidence in yourself," Jacob
replied, trying to maintain a positive tone as he spoke.

"Well...if you think so..."

"I know so. But do you know that you can do it?" Jacob asked lightly but in
a stern and loving voice.

Corey smiled to himself as he leaned his head back onto Jacob's
shoulder. This was why he loved this boy so much. He believed in him even
when he wasn't sure about himself. He cared and really did want a loving
relationship, not some quick fling to see if he likes it or not...not like
the others. He knew Jacob truly did believe in him, and it gave him the
strength to a point where he felt like he could fly.

Corey turned around in Jacob's hands, placed his hands on Jacobs's firm
butt, and pulled him into a close hug. He placed his lips on Jacob's and
parted his so that they could explore each other with their tongues just as
they had only half an hour before. They passionately made out for a brief
minute until Corey pulled away. He looked Jacob in the eyes, and lightly
ran his index finger around Jacob's lips.

"If you believe I can do it...I can do anything," Corey said genuinely as
he continued to look Jacob in the eyes. Their smiles showed the emotion
they felt.

Sapphire blue ocean, and emerald green fire met as they gazed into the
other's eyes. Combined, the two create the crystal clear air of the
atmosphere, the vapor of the clouds.


If he believes in me then I can fly


It was Friday night, and the bodies raced through the water. They were on
the last leg of practice. The blue water splashed through the air above the
pool as the boys and girls went all out for the last bit of the session.

Jacob sat on the side watching, but he didn't care much for any of the
other boys. Yes, they were built, in small and tight Speedos, and would
look pretty awesome with nothing on, but none of it mattered to him. He had
his eyes on the body that glided through the water in the second lane.  His
tan skin contrasted the water, his blonde hair was beautifully wet, and his
tight suit showed the details of his amazingly firm bubble butt. Jacob
smiled to himself knowing that this god of a boy was his own.

"Ok guys, good work and thank you all for your try outs. I would like you
all to go and get changed first, and after you all come out I'll post the
list of who made the team," the coach said as the swimmers all rushed to
the locker room.

They all changed and showered pretty quickly and, before ten minutes had
passed, they were all out on the pool deck anxiously awaiting the
answer. The coach posted the list on the board and they all crowded around
it.

Corey quickly scanned the list and at first he didn't see his name. Panic
and fear struck his heart as he wondered if he hadn't made it. He was about
to think the worst when suddenly the coach spoke up.

"OH crap...sorry I forgot the second page...here you guys go. Sorry about
that!" The coach said as he pushed his way through the crowd and posted the
second list.

Corey looked it over quickly and at the very top he saw his name as one of
the people who had made the team. Excitement suddenly rushed into his veins
and the largest smile ever spread across his face. He swiftly ran across
the pool deck to grab his things, and afterwards raced down the hall and
out the exit to his bike. Jacob stood there alongside his own bike and
began to smile widely as he saw Corey's expression.

"I'm guessing you didn't make the team?" Jacob said sarcastically, since it
was so obvious that he had.

"I DID IT...FUCK YEA!!" Corey shouted as he gave the air a fist pump.

He then looked around quickly, and when he thought the coast was clear he
quickly pulled Jacob into an embrace and gave him a loving kiss. He then
continued to hold hands with him as they locked eyes.

"So, since you're already spending the night, maybe we can go out for a
celebratory dinner?"  Jacob suggested.

"Of course...and maybe later tonight...I could expect a few
'congratulations' from you," Corey said seductively as he narrowed his
eyes.

The thought alone was already making Jacob hard, and of course he was happy
to 'congratulate' Corey on his accomplishment.

"Of course," Jacob replied.

The two boys then jumped on their bikes and quickly pedaled away, just as
the street lights were starting to illuminate for the impeding night. A
night of happiness, love, and of course plenty of 'congratulations' all
around.



Terry Windsor was walking around on the pool deck gathering his things. He
was a junior at West Telson High and was 17. Terry was a sports maniac and,
to no one's surprise, he had made the swim team. He was also a one of the
most immature people at the high school, whose favorite activity was acting
like an idiot along with his other "friends." Terry's sense of humor was
crude; for him, hilarity was when his friend Jim farted as loud as possible
in the middle of a teacher's lecture. He and his friends would laugh for
minutes, yet the rest of the class just found it annoying. Jim was given
detention, while Terry and his friends were told to be quiet. They, of
course, didn't listen.

Terry's pride and joy was his truck, which was jacked up two feet, had the
loudest exhaust system possible, and of course had a pair of black giant
rubber balls on the trailer hitch. He also loved girls, but not because he
'loved them' but instead just loved doing them. He had had about eleven
different girlfriends from the beginning of high school, and several girls
he was on and off with. He had done all of them, and didn't really care
about 'that emotional sappy queer crap' as he had put it.

Terry also wasn't the brightest of the pack, and in fact barely passed his
classes. The only reason he did any work was so that he could stay on the
various sports teams...and because he really wasn't capable of doing any
better. Yet, he was told by his dad and he believed himself that, as long
as he did well in sports and kept passing grades, he could get several
scholarships and would get into several colleges...so he was
told. Moreover, Terry was an asshole to just about anyone he didn't
consider a friend, and he certainly didn't seem to be in any hurry to make
any new ones.

On top of all this he was also extremely intolerant. If a person wasn't
Christian, straight, and Republican, then he or she was a hippy, queer,
terrorist, or one of many other things. Terry's view on the world was
limited to a range of sports, things that could make his truck louder or
faster, or girls with huge 'boobs' that would bounce nicely when he fucked
them.


In a basic sense, his future would never be as bright as he thought.


Just as he had gathered the last of his things, Terry happened to glance
out the window. There he saw Corey, some freshman that was on the team as
well, and another freshman boy he didn't recognize, but had seen around the
hallways some. They were both standing there talking to each other.

He was about to look away when suddenly he saw Corey lean in and kiss the
other boy.

What the fuck... Terry thought as he watched this unfold.

He saw the boys holding hands and talking. After about two minutes, they
appeared to be finished, got on their bikes, and quickly rode away.

An evil grin came to Terry's face and he let out a low laugh.


So we got a couple more faggots around this school...well maybe I should
show them what we think of queers here.



Authors note: Well the good news is that now Martin and Alex are back and
happy together. The bad news is....well Jacob's and Corey's relationship is
about to hit that rough spot I told you all about earlier. So the last
person in the world that they would want to know, found out....this is
about to get bad. We are half way through this loop, now it's time for the
other half. So what did you think of this section? Do you have any
questions, comments, suggestions? Well e-mail me at EFoster447@yahoo.com. I
want to thank everyone who has emailed me back. I've really enjoyed them
and I really do love receiving mail from you, because as I've said before,
it helps me push through to make this story, and it lets me know what you
think of each section of the story or the story overall. So if you have a
little time at the end, and even if it's just a line or two, I would really
love to get an e-mail from you because it lets me know what you all think
of what I've written. I also have to thank my editor Mike Archer, who has
helped me edit this section.

Thanks again for reading this section of the story and I hope you will
continue to read it as it comes along and continue to enjoy the story as I
create the parts for it. Thanks again everyone.