Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 10:48:32 -0800 (PST)
From: andy t <caspast@yahoo.com>
Subject: dirt_pt.2

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Don't read if you are under 18 (Although if you are under 18 and have come
this far, these words probably won't stop you, but you have been warned)

Don't read if it is illegal for you to do so in your area

If consenting sex between two teenage boys offends you, then skip ahead to
page four, or just don't read any of this story at all.

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"I know the feeling, it is the real thing, I know you feel it too.
That perfect moment, that golden moment, you can't refuse the embrace."
Faith No More-"The Real Thing"
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	The boys slept in each others arms until after noon.  The effect of
the previous days full contact scrimmage had finally arrived.  Both were
sore and slow to getting up and around.  They showered together, each
washing the others injured body.  Practice was early that day, so any
further activity would have to wait until later in the day.
	Friday practices were typically a laid back affair, often with out
pads.  That day was no exception.  Just the normal stretching and running.
The coaches spent a lot of time running plays, ensuring that both Nate and
Jarret knew what to do come game time.  The season started next week, and
they had plenty of learning to do in a short time.  It was a fairly
uneventful session, most of the varsity welcomed the new players.  A few
though, were less than thrilled.
	After pracice, Nate and Jarret were hanging around the locker room,
waiting to use the showers.  Being the plebes that they were, they were
forced to wait until everyone else had gone before them.  Upon finally
showering and dressing, they were on their way out of the gym when they
were stopped by Cody Little, starting quarter back.
	"Hey, you two, wait up!", he shouted, running to catch up.  "You
guys got plans tonight?"
	"No not really, probably just gonna hang out together," Jarret
spoke for the both of them.
	"No your not, I'm having a party tonight, and I want you two to be
there.  I'm talking kegs, liquor and all the pussy you could ever want to
fuck", said Cody, informing them of their new plans for the evening.
	"Do you really think that's a good idea?  Taylor was acting like he
was gonna fuck Nate up," Jarret queried.  Ever since Coach Grinstead put
his job on the line, Eric Taylor had been less than cordial to Nate.
	"Fuck him, this is my party, my house, my team.  If he tries to
start anything with you, we will issue him a beating.  There are allot of
guys who would love to make him taste his own teeth," Cody continued,
obviously Mr. Taylor wasn't the most popular person in the world. "The
party starts at eight, show up after then.  Bring your girls if you want,
unless you'd rather fuck each other.  If that isn't your thing, there will
be allot of pussy out by the pool.  Either way, be there.  It'll be good
for you to get to know the team on a more social level."  And with that he
left.
	"What do you think?  Should we go?"  Nate asked.
	"Fuck yeah, why not?  You heard him, they won't let Taylor touch
you.  Besides, like he said, we should meet the team on a social level.  If
we're gonna play with these guys, we oughta know them."
	"OK, what time you coming over?"
	"Probably about six-ish.  I'll bring my guitar, see if we can't
learn you something"
	"K, see you then"
	They each left their separate ways.  Nate was a little worried
about tonight.  Taylor was bigger than he was.  What if he tries to kick my
ass, he thought.  Fuck him, he decided.  If he wants me, I won't back down.
What better way to make him look bad, than to stand up to him.  If he wants
me, let him come get it.
	He arrived home to an empty house, as he had expected.  His father
had worked allot, leaving Nate by himself quite often.  Recently, he had
also started dating, finally rejoining the social scene years after his
wife passed away.  Nate was used to being home alone, but often times, the
walls bared the tragedy the had occurred within them.  Being there alone
during these times was horrible for Nate.  Often times, such as this, he
would remember his mother, sometimes the good memories, sometimes the only
bad one he had of her.  That one bad memory usually superseded the good
ones. Like the many times before, he started to cry.  It wasn't as bad as
before, but when Jarret arrived, he knew what had happened.
	"Dude, you OK?"  He asked with obvious concern.  Although he had
been witness to many breakdowns, he was always unnerved at the sight of his
friend in such emotional distress.
	"Yeah, I'm fine.  Just the usual, you know.  Ya bring your guitar."
	"Yeah, its out in the mud room, you sure you're OK?  You look
upset."
	"Look, I said I was fine.  Just get your shit and bring it in
here." Nate was already getting a little agitated.  He knew Jarret was
concerned, but Christ he was started to be a little to motherly.
	"Alright, you don't have to get bitchy with me for caring."
	"I'm sorry, but if I say I'm fine, then let's just leave it at
that.  I'll make it up to you, I promise," he apologized, winking.
	Jarret went and got his guitar, and upon return, they decided that
they would play "Smells Like Teen Spirit'.  That being one of the only
songs that Nate knew the whole way through.  They ran through it perfectly
the first time through.
	"OK, what next?" Jarret asked.
	"How `bout `Would'?", Nated suggested.  It was another easy song,
both knew it pretty good.
	They worked their way through it with only a few mistakes on Nate's
part.  His practice had been paying off.  Jarret offered up "Higher
Ground", Nate groaningly agreed.  With a pick he was adequate, but when it
came to slapping and popping, he made a rather terribly noise.  This time
however was different.  much to both of their surprise, he did it
perfectly.  He even was able to sing the chorus, without slipping up.
	Both conceded that it was probably best to leave it at that, and
took off their respective instruments.  They looked at each other, knowing
what the other was thinking.  There was time to kill before the party.
What better way to kill it than with a little bit of nookie?
	With out so much as a word between them, they came together in a
kiss.  It was less clumsy than their first attempt the day before.  Nate
lay Jarret down upon his bed, broke off the kiss and started to undress his
lover.  First the shoes, then the socks.  He sat Jarret up, and slowly
pulled off his shirt, exposing the teens rippled chest and already erect
nipples.  He undid the belt that was standing in the way of his triumph.
This was his favorite part, it was like opening a birthday present.  He
knew what he was getting, but the anticipation of receiving it was
unbearable.  Jarret lifted his hips to ease the process, and Nate promptly
slid them off, revealing the six inch treasure beneath.  As always, Jarret
had declined to wear any underwear. That didn't bother Nate in the least,
he actually had expected it.  He knew his friend all to well.
	He took his lovers tool into his mouth halfway, teasing the head
with his tongue.  Jarret lay back in the ecstasy that was overwhelming his
body.  Nate worked his friend's engorged member, stopping only to suckle
the two large balls hanging underneath.
	"Stop, and take off your clothes," Jarret said between breaths.  He
just had to have his lover right then.  Completing the circle was all he
wanted to do right then.  His uncertainty of starting this relationship had
exited him.  Being with Nate from then on was all he knew he wanted.
	Nate stood and went to his CD player and popped in a CD.  "What'cha
playing?", Jarret asked.  Nate looked at his as if to say you'll hear it in
a second.  Before long, the all to familiar drum beat that started NIN's
"Closer" was booming through the room.  Nate stood up on the edge of his
bed and started performing a strip tease to the beat of the music.  First
his shirt was flung without aim, he undid the top button on his shorts, and
slowly released the zipper.  His shorts dropped down to his ankles,
exposing a pair of tented briefs that were stretched to the point of
ripping.  Kicking his shorts into the corner, he put his thumbs into the
elastic of his briefs and slid them down at a pace that was painfully slow
for Jarret to watch. When his drawers finally hit the corner, both boys
looked at each other, and along with Trent Reznor, sang, "I want to fuck
you like an animal...I want to feel you from the inside."  At Mr. Reznors
cue, Nate knelt down and crawl over to his exposed lovers side.
	They kissed briefly before switching into a sixty-nine.  Each was
already to explode.  Their teenage bodies worked into a molten frenzy.
Swallowing each other for all it was worth had a quicker reaction than
wither had expected or wanted.  It was only a few minutes before Nate's six
and a half inches offered up its creamy goodness to Jarret's eagerly
awaiting tongue.  Feeling Nate's penis swell inside his mouth cause a
kneejerk reaction in Jarret's loins that sent his own wave of liquid
pleasure into Nate's mouth.  This time however, it was Nate who had trouble
coping with the size of the load that was launched into his mouth.  He
swallowed what he could, and promptly lapped up what had spilled out.
	The lay there, savoring the moment for several minutes before Nate
crawled around and situated himself by Jarrets' side.  Nate rolled over,
half on top of Jarret, laying chest to chest.
	"I love you Jarret Carlson. I am yours forever," and gave him a
kiss on the end of his nose.
	"And I am yours Nathan Mathers," Jarret replied, returning the kiss
to his lovers nose.
	"What time is it," Jarret asked.
	Looking at the clock on the wall Nate saw that it was time to leave
for the party.  He would much rather stay home with Jarret and told him so.
Jarret agreed that he wanted to stay there too, but that this was something
that they needed to do.  Somewhat reluctantly, they dressed and got ready
for the party.
	It was about a twenty minute walk from Nate's house to Cody's.
They arrived shortly after nine o'clock, and by that time the party had
already reached full swing.  They could hear the music before they had even
rounded the corner to the block that Cody lived on, and cars were parked up
and down the street.  There were drunken voices emanating from behind the
house, where both naturally assumed the pool was located.  A huge splashed
followed by the obviously displeased screams of some female guests
confirmed their guess.
	"Well, here we are.  Let's go mingle," Jarret said to his nervous
friend.  Social gatherings were not Nate's forte'.  Being in large crowds,
especially those full of people he didn't know, made him very uneasy.  He
tried to put his fear aside as the walked in the front door.
	Upon their entrance, they were met by blank stares from people who
had no idea who they were, let alone cared about their presence.  They were
about ready to leave when they heard Cody drunkenly holler their names from
across the room.
	"MATHERS!!  CARLSON!!!!  WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!!!!"  Great, they
thought, nine thirty, and the host of the party was aleady shitfaced.  Cody
pushed and stumbled his way through the crowd gathered in the kitchen,
several of whom were involved in a drinking game called "Asshole".  Cody
finally arrived, and spilled half of his beer on Jarrets shirt.
	"Oops, sorry `bout that Carlson.  Glad you guys could make it.  Ya
thirsty?  The liquor is in the bar downstairs, and the keg is out by the
pool."
	"No problem there Cody. Thanks for inviting us.  Yeah, we're
thirsty, but I'll take a towel first," Jarret said, indicating his doused
shirt.
	"Yeah, sorry about that.  Follow me to the kitchen, I'll get you a
towel and introduce you to everyone," Cody said, already heading to the
kitchen.
	They two boys followed Cody's path through the crowd out to the
kitchen, which was already way too crowded.
	Jarret was looking over the mass of flesh when a towel hit him
upside the head and wrapped itself around his face.  Assorted chuckles ran
through the crowd.  He grabbed the assailant towel and started wiping at
his shirt.
	"HEY EVERYONE, LISTEN UP!!," Cody shouted.  As usual when he spoke,
everyone listened.  With all eyes on him Cody proceeded, "I want you all to
meet the newest members of the varsity, even though they are both piece of
shit freshmen, they are going to help us win allot of games this year.
This tall drink of water with a taller drink of beer on his shirt is
Carlson, um, Jarret right?"  Jarret nodded.  "He's gonna run for 2000 yards
this year, and the fella next to him is the reason Justin is a one-legged
derelict right now.  This little pack of whoop ass' name is, um, Nate
right?  Good. Make them feel welcome, and that doesn't mean strip `em
naked.  Ladies, wait until the doors are closed before you do that. That is
all, party on!!"
	The last part caused both boys to blush and several of the girls to
giggles.  In fact, a few of the girls had already started to mentally
undress them.  The boys made their way outside to the beer, stopping to
talk to a few of the guys on the team.  They finally got to the beer and
poured themselves a glass.  Surpisingly to both of them, more and more
people started talking to them, and soon, they were the talk of the party.
Mainly among the guys who couldn't wait until next Friday's game. The first
of the season.  They all wanted to see the boys in action and were certain
that Jarret was the future of the team.  There were also several girls who
were eyeing them as potential token varsity boyfriends, thinking only about
being seen with a varsity player by their side
	They worked their way back inside, struggling to get through a
grossly overpopulated kitchen.  "Let's go get some liquor," Jarret shouted,
leaning close so as to be heard even though he was less than a foot away.
Nate led the way downstairs to the dimly lit basement.  It was mercifully
less occupied, there were only a few couples spread throughout the room.
Most were busy necking, and didn't acknowledge their presence.  Rummaging
through the heavily stocked bar, they decided on some Absolut Citron, and
poured themselves a generous shot.  They raised their glass in a salute to
each other.  "I love you," Nate silently mouthed to Jarret.  Jarret smiled
and returned the sentiment. They both belted back the shot and immediately
winced as the unfamiliar sting of vodka informed them that they really
shouldn't do that.  Upstairs the music played on, and the party surged
forth.
	When they returned to the party, some of the crowd had departed,
only to be replaced by others.  The beers and the vodka had started to take
their intended effect.  The two of them had well on their way to being
drunk when Nate spotted Eric Taylor across the room.
	"Shit"
	"What"
	"Taylor's here, and he just eye fucked me."
	"Just ignore him, let's go get a beer."
	Outside, they saw that most everyone had gone inside, except for a
few people who were on the other side of the pool, smoking a joint.  Nate
was beginning to feel like something bad was going to happen.
Unfortunately, he was right.
	The volume of the music increased as the back door opened.  They
turned to look, and there was Eric, stumbling towards them.  Obviously
pissed off and looking to start something.
	"Evening ladies," he said walking up to the keg.  "Beer please."
	Nate looked at Jarret, wondering what to do.  The hesitation only
fueled the tension.
	"I said beer please, Now one of you freshman douchebags get over
here and pour me a beer.  It's time you learned your place on the food
chain."
	Jarret, knowing that Eric was looking for a piece of Nate, walked
to the keg, poured a beer, and handed it to him.  Eric took a sip of the
beer and threw the rest in Jarret's face.
	"I think it would taste better if you poured it for me," he said
pointing to Nate.
	Nate figured that if he got the beer, Eric would go away and leave
them alone.  He walked over and poured a beer, making sure that there
wasn't too much foam on top.  He handed it over and watched Eric intently,
waiting for the splash that he knew would be coming.  It didn't.  Instead,
Eric downed the glass in one huge swallow.  He lowered the empty glass and
handed it back to Nate, letting out an obnoxiously foul smelling burp.
Nate filled it back up and handed it back.
	Eric again consumed the beer in one gulp.  "Just remember one thing
you overachieving cock sucker, I'm the starter, the master.  Don't even
think of trying to take my job, if you do, I will wreck you."
	He had moved up into Nate's face, spraying him with beer and spit
as he spoke.  Nate never took his eyes away from Eric's.  This naturally
pissed Eric off.  He was expecting a response of fear and respect, all he
was getting was a silent challenge and attitude.
	"You think you're tough? You want fucking go?!!!" Eric started to
yell, poking Nate in the chest with the typical tough guy machismo.
	Nate said nothing, never taking his eyes off of Eric.  He knew it
was going to happen, and by God, he wasn't going to back off.  A fire had
lit inside of him.  Regardless of what was going to happen to him, he was
going to make sure that this jarhead fuckstick knew what hit him in the
morning.
	Jarret tried to get between them, not wanting his Nate to get hurt.
Eric was allot bigger than Nate, and would probably destroy him.  His
effort at intervention was futile.  He was met by two hands from separate
bodies pushing him away from the inevitable.  He took the hint and moved
back, ready to pounce in case Nate had needed his help.
	Eric kept moving in closer, bumping Nate chest to chest, slowly but
surely moving him backwards.  The group of people watching from across the
pool had moved in for a closer view.  One of the spectators had went in to
get Cody and the others, sure that they would want to watch a fight.
	Eric pushed Nate again, and this time Nate was able to stand his
ground.  Angrily, Eric cocked his right arm back and took a swing that
wildly missed its mark.  A crowd of people rushed out side just in time to
see Nate counter with a punch that exploded Eric's nose upon contact.  Eric
collapsed backwards on his ass, totally stunned by what had just had
happened.  He tried to get to his feet but his legs were shaky and
unstable.  Nate seized the moment and planted a heavy hand right under
Eric's eye.  More blood flew, splattering on Nate's clothes, and dousing
several bystanders who had gotten to close.
	Eric again stepped back, but managed to keep his feet.  With his
legs apart for balance, Nate struck the obvious spot next.  His kick hit
Eric's crotch with a dead thud that dropped its victim to his knees.  There
was a loud groan from the crowd as many of the guys gathered, winced with
the sympathetic pain.
	Nate grabbed a handful of Eric's hair and started to drive his knee
into Eric's face.  Blood was now everywhere, and seeing that Eric was
defeated, several of the guys ran to pull Nate off.  After a huge effort,
they succeeded.  They pulled Nate off, but not before Nate had ripped off a
huge clump of Eric's hair.
	Still trembling from the rage and adrenaline, Nate sat down in the
back corner of the yard while people tended to the beaten Eric.  Tears
began slowly and worked their into a flood.  Every bit of rage that he had
suppressed had just vented itself.  Emotions clashed within him.  He was
glad he had stood up for himself, he felt bad that he had hurt some one.
He wanted his mom.
	Jarret was comforting his friend.  A small group of people were
watching them.  They watched as Nate cried in Jarret's arms.  They heard
Nate tell Jarret that he loved him and dismissed it as emotional, drunken
babble.  Cody came up and dispersed everyone into the house.
	"You OK there killer?", he asked as he knelt down by Nate.
	"He'll be fine, Eric just pushed the wrong button at the wrong
time," Jarret answered for his tearful friend.
	"Obviously"
	"How is he?", Nate managed to get out between sobs, snot and deep
breaths.
	"He's in a bad way Chewy.  They're taking him to the hospital right
now.  But don't feel bad, he started everything with his macho bullshit.
You're not the first one he's tried to push around, but he may be the
last,' Cody said handing Jarret a towel.
	"Thanks Cody. I think we are gonna leave now, he shouldn't be here
any longer than he has too," Jarret said, wiping Nates face, not looking at
Cody.
	"OK, here Let's get you on your feet Chewy."
	The two of them stood Nate up.  Cody walked with them to the road.
They said their good-byes, and Nate and Jarret walked to Nates house
silently.  Nate still clutching Eric's hair.

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End of part two

Thanks to all who wrote to me.  I greatly appreciate it.  I hope this is to
your liking.  I'll try to have part three written sometime soon.  Again,
your opinion and constructive criticism are appreciated.  Hope ya liked it

Drew
Caspast@yahoo.com