Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2003 17:15:14 +0000
From: blueboy3649@hotmail.com
Subject: The footballer, part 3

The usual disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex between
consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or
prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now.

Thanks for the continuing response to the story. This one's for you guys who
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Part Three


I was still buzzing as I got into bed but the alcohol ensured that I fell
asleep surprisingly easily. I woke at around ten the next morning. Just like
the last morning after sex with Dan, it took me a few moments to remember
why I was in such a good mood. Then, piece by piece, last night's events
slowly started coming back to me... the pub... the busty blonde... the
bizarre conversation before we left... the cab... the walk... the alley...
and fuck, yeah, the blowjob... I'd sucked Dan off in a dark, secluded
alley... but there was something else... wasn't there... the last thing he'd
said to me...

And then it hit me. I was going round to Dan's in a few hours and we would
have the house to ourselves. An afternoon of sex with Dan... it could quite
possibly turn out to be the best afternoon of my life. A shot of excitement
rushed through me, making me jump out of bed.

Each of the next few hours felt like a year. I found myself checking my
watch every few minutes. My mum's Sunday roast, however, tasted even more
delicious than usual. Just before one, I went up to my room to decide what
to wear. There was no question of any undies other my white Calvin Kleins,
but the rest was nowhere near as easy. In the end I settled on jeans and a
trendy top. I wouldn't be spending much time in my clothes anyway, or so I
hoped.

I arrived at Dan's at two on the dot but, in an attempt not to seem over
keen, I decided to keep him waiting a few minutes. After all, I didn't want
to look like I was gagging for it, which I unquestionably was. My
determination lasted a whole thirty seconds, and then I rang the bell. My
heart was already pounding, and I stood there, ready to greet him with a
smile. A minute must have passed by, and there was no answer. Not even the
faintest sound from inside. A churning feeling began to rise in my stomach,
and I rang the doorbell again. Had I got the time wrong? Had I misheard Dan
completely? Had I imagined him asking me over? Was this one of his little
tricks? Was it a set-up? The questions flew through my mind. I'd been
building up to this all morning, and I didn't think I'd be able to take the
disappointment of it not happening.

Just when my smile started to fade, I heard footsteps from behind the door,
and then it opened and Dan appeared from behind it. I breathed a huge sigh
of relief.

He was dressed casually in jogging bottoms, a plain T-shirt and plain white
socks, and his hair was the usual unstyled but sexy mess.

"Alright?" he said. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Alright?" I beamed, as he let me in. I was in two minds as to whether to
try to give him a hello kiss, but thought better of it.

"How you feeling?" I said, once we were in the hallway and the door was
closed behind us.

"Uh - alright. You?"

"Fine," I said, realising for the first time that I should have had a
hangover but didn't.

"I felt a bit rough this morning," said Dan.

"Yeah? I woke up with this strange taste in my mouth. Can't think what it
was," I said with a cheeky grin, trying to steer the conversation to last
night's events, hoping it might lead to something more physical, even just
that hello kiss. But Dan either ignored the hint, or didn't get it.

"D'you, uh... wanna come in?" he said, leading the way into the front room.
I sat down on the settee, expecting him to sit down next to me. But instead
he sat in the armchair against the opposite wall, leaving me feeling a
little distant.
We chatted idly for a few minutes, about Mark, about football, about music,
even about the weather. Then there was an awkward silence, which I finally
broke.

"So what d'you wanna do?" I asked suggestively.

"Dunno, uh - d'you want a cuppa tea?" he asked.

"Is that why you called me round?" I laughed. "For a cup of tea?"

"Dunno - just thought you might want one."

"Yeah, I want one alright," I said with a mischievous grin. "Not a cup of
tea though."

Dan looked slightly embarrassed by my attempt at a witty double entendre and
didn't say anything. I decided it was time for a more direct approach.

"D'you want another blowjob or what?" I said. He still didn't say anything,
and I decided it was time for less talk and more action.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, still grinning, and got up to walk over
to him.

"I - I think you better go," Dan said quickly.

I stopped in my tracks. "Is that what you want?" I asked.

"I just said, didn't I?" he said, quietly.

I wasn't convinced. I sat back down. Dan didn't say anything but stared at
the floor. Why did he have to make this so difficult? Yeah, I wanted to have
sex with him, but first I wanted to talk to him. To make him see that it was
alright to have feelings for another guy. Last night, and the other night
when we'd had sex, I'd caught a glimpse of the lustful, passionate Dan, the
one who wasn't afraid to show his emotions. But the rest of the time we were
together, he was uneasy and nervous, and he would very rarely look me in the
eye. It was obvious that he liked me, I figured, but it was also obvious how
uncomfortable he was with his sexuality. He had feelings for me but he was
too scared and confused to know what to do with them. When I'd tried to
explain this to him last night, he'd almost bit my head off, so I wasn't
going to do it again. I couldn't pretend the way he acted didn't hurt me,
though.

"I really like you, Dan," I said. "You might have noticed."

He looked like he knew what was coming, but was dreading hearing it.

"It's not a crime to like another guy," I continued, following his
predictable silence. "I know you don't find it easy talking about this. And
I'm not gonna start all that shit from last night about pretending to know
what you're going through. 'Cos you're right, I don't know how you feel. I
haven't got a clue what goes on in that head of yours! Sometimes you want
me, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you're all over me, sometimes you don't
wanna know me. Is that how it's gonna be?"

I was on a roll now and I paused only for breath.

"I really like you and... I'm not asking you for anything. But if you like
me, I just... I really wish you'd let me know."
I finished talking and looked at him. I hadn't planned on saying all those
things but once I'd started they just came out. I expected Dan to say
something at least now, but he sat there in his endless silence, looking
down at the floor. He couldn't even look at me. I'd really tried but there
was nothing for me to stay for now.

"I guess I'd better get going, then."

Dan followed me into the hallway to see me out. I walked to the front door,
and turned around to face him before I left, unable to hide the
disappointment on my face. He looked at my face but not in my eyes. He wore
an expression of confusion and upset, like things hadn't turned out as he
had planned but he didn't have the guts to do anything about it. Perhaps I
could have carried on talking and persuaded him to have sex, but I'd said
all I wanted to say, and besides I wanted us to be together because he
wanted us to.

"Seeya," I said, and turned to open the door. And then I felt his hands on
my waist.

"Don't go," he said weakly.

I turned around to face him again, and this time he looked straight at me.
There was a more determined look in his eyes now. I smiled at him, and he
returned a weak but definite smile. I put one hand on his shoulder and
touched his face with the other, gently rubbing his cheek with my thumb. His
skin felt soft and smooth. I moved forward and planted a tender kiss on his
lips. We both closed our eyes, and stood there for a few moments, nose to
nose.

"Let's go upstairs," said Dan finally. His tone was more authoritative than
I'd ever heard it. He led me up the stairs and into his bedroom. Not as big
as my bedroom, it was very untidy and the walls were adorned with football
posters and a picture of a semi-clothed big-busted supermodel. In the corner
was a bed, strangely too big to be a single bed but not quite big enough to
be a double. It would do the job, though, and Dan and I sat down on it.
Suddenly I found myself feeling nervous. I don't know why, because I never
had before. But being with Dan now was special. It wasn't just a quick one
in the showers or a dirty blowjob in the alley. This time there was meaning.
I'd asked him to let me know if he liked me, and this his way of showing me
that he did.

I took his hand and found it was trembling slightly. I leaned forward and we
kissed, just a few gentle kisses as first. The feel of Dan's lips on mine
seemed electrifying, even though it was nothing new. We slipped our tongues
into each other's mouths and we were soon embroiled in a hot French kiss. I
slid my hands up Dan's body, caressing his chest, and he was stroking the
inside of my thigh. Realising this wasn't the most comfortable kissing
position, Dan effortlessly guided me on to my back, still locked in our
kiss, so that I was lying on the bed with my feet and calves dangling over
the edge of the bed, and Dan was above me with his legs apart and knees
either side of me.

I grabbed his ass and started squeezing the flesh, and Dan put his hand
under my top and massaged around my stomach and chest. He was running his
other hand through my hair like last night - he'd definitely sensed by now
how much it turned me on. All the while, our tongues were still passionately
exploring each other's lips and mouths.

Slowly, Dan started to move his mouth away from mine and lick his way down
my face. He kissed my chin and then my neck, as I continued to squeeze his
buttocks tightly through the material of his jogging bottoms. His kisses on
my neck felt soft and warm and I closed my eyes, relishing each one and
moaning with delight. He gave me a love bite on the side of my neck, and
then continued to work his way up to my ear. I felt his warm tongue in my
ear hole, and then his teeth biting softly on my lobe. The pleasure was
intense, and Dan seemed to know exactly what to do to turn me on. He moved
back across my face to my eagerly waiting mouth and slid his tongue back in
for another brief but passionate kiss, and then he moved his attention to
the other side of my face and nibbled affectionately on my other ear lobe.
Then he was kissing my neck again, before returning to give me another
Frenchie.

He pulled away and rose slightly, then whispered, "Let's get this off," as
he reached down to take my top off. It was the first time he'd spoken since
he'd asked me not to leave at the front door, although his actions had
certainly been speaking for themselves! I noticed that there was a slight
quiver in his voice. I looked at him and smiled in an attempt to ease his
nervousness and there was a definite twinkle of desire in his eyes. He
wanted me, and didn't care what that meant any more. I readily lifted my
arms so that he could pull my top off and, whilst he was doing so, I took
the opportunity to slide up the bed for a little more comfort, so that our
bodies were now resting wholly on the bed.

Dan carelessly threw my top aside, and began to plant sweet kisses on my
chest. I shivered from his touch, my arousal intensifying with every kiss.
He used his tongue to make circles around each of my erect nipples, before
licking and sucking at them in turn. I closed my eyes again and ran my
fingers through his hair, as he continued to work his kisses down my body.
He licked the area around my belly button then put his tongue inside it,
before starting to work his way back up to my chest.
My hands slid down his body and reached under his T-shirt, pulling it right
up to expose his chest and stomach. As his tongue continued to explore my
upper torso, I used my hands to do the same to his, stroking his chest and
squeezing at his nipples.

Before long, I pulled Dan's T-shirt off and lay there marvelling at his
stunning physique, as he looked at me seductively. My eyes wandered down his
body and I noticed a huge bulge in his jogging bottoms. I decided it was
time I was on top and, taking Dan by surprise, I slid out skilfully from
underneath him, rolled him over on to his back and got on top of him. I came
down on him, closed my lips on his, and we kissed again, this time our
bodies flat on top of each other and naked from the waist up. I broke away
from his lips and started kissing my way down his body, concentrating
momentarily on his erect nipples. But the lure of that bulge was too much,
and I quickly reached it. I started kissing and sucking at Dan's erection
through the material of his jogging pants. I followed the shape of the shaft
with my lips, and then back up again. I bit at his cock, and when it made
him squeal with delight, I continued biting all the way back down the shaft,
prompting him to moan out loud. My own erection was throbbing for attention,
especially as it was pressed against the tight material of my jeans. I
looked up at Dan's gorgeous body, now glistening with my saliva, and his
equally gorgeous face. He was looking as cute as I could ever remember him.
And then it suddenly occurred to me that there was one thing missing which
would make him look even cuter.

"Where's your headband?" I asked. "The one you wear at football?"

After his initial surprise, Dan indicated his football bag by the side of
his bed. I reached down for it, opened it and quickly found his headband.

"You don't know how fuckin' sexy it makes you look," I said, as I threw it
to him. He beamed at me, face flushed with pride, and put the headband on,
all the while watching me for my reaction. I licked my lips at the sight. He
looked hotter than ever and I could never remember feeling this turned on
before. I continued to gaze at him and absent-mindedly started touching my
crotch, stroking my hard-on through my jeans. Dan appeared to notice this,
quickly got up and threw me back down on the bed, and this time it was me
who was taken by surprise. Kneeling over me as before, he undid my jeans and
pulled them down to my ankles. He slowly rubbed his hand over the tent in my
boxers, making my dick throb even harder. He still had his jogging bottoms
on and I couldn't help but stare hungrily at his huge bulge as he knelt over
me. But my attention was quickly diverted back to my erect member, as Dan
finally pulled my boxers down.

He ran the tips of his fingers delicately along the length of my cock, and I
trembled with the tickling sensation it produced. Sensing that I enjoyed it,
he continued doing this, and soon I was groaning with pleasure again. Then
he lowered his head and tentatively licked the tip of my cock with his
tongue, sending a fresh pulse of pleasure through me. After a little
hesitation, he took the head in his mouth and sucked a little. As Dan hadn't
given me head in either of our previous two sexual encounters, I realised
that this was almost certainly the first time he'd had a dick in his mouth,
and that was the reason for his initial uncertainty. In an attempt to guide
him through his first blowjob, I put my hands on the back of his head and
gently pushed down, whilst at the same time thrusting my hips up. Dan took
more and more of my cock into his mouth and began sucking and licking at it.
Soon he'd lost his fear and was giving me a fantastic blowjob.

Even before he'd started sucking me off, I was so horny that I knew I wasn't
far from climax. As Dan's mouth glided up and down my cock, I edged closer
and closer, and then...

"I'm coming!" I warned Dan, but that made him suck even more furiously than
before. And then I exploded, shooting my hot spunk straight into the back of
his throat. He flinched a little but kept sucking and swallowing
determinedly, as I shot load after load into his mouth. It was easily one of
the best orgasms I'd ever had.

Dan seemed to gulp down every last drop of my cum and then looked up at me
as if to say "so what do you think of that then?" I was very impressed, I
had to admit.

"That was amazing," I said.

We smiled at each other and then I sat up.

"Your turn," I said, as I slipped my trainers off and let my jeans and
boxers slide off the end of my feet, so that I was completely naked.

We reversed positions, with Dan lying on the bed and me kneeling over him. I
quickly pulled his jogging bottoms and boxers down and right off, leaving
him wearing just a pair of white socks and of course that sexy headband. I
marvelled at the sight of his rock hard cock lying flat against his stomach,
as I ran my fingers through his thick brown pubes, and used my other hand to
gently massage his balls. Then I slid my hand down in between his legs and
he parted them slightly to let me in. My finger found his hole and circled
it for a moment, before entering it. Dan let out a moan as I finger-fucked
him. I moved my other hand up to his chest and started playing with his
nipples. Then I looked up at his face and had the sudden urge to kiss him
again. I withdrew my finger from his hole, moved my body forward and lay
down on top of him. I put my tongue into his mouth and we kissed fervently
for several minutes. I could feel his warm, moist erection pressed against
my stomach, so I moved my hips horizontally back and forth, in turn pulling
his foreskin back and forth over the head, effectively wanking him off with
my body. I felt my own dick start to grow again.

"I wanna fuck you," Dan said softly, as he broke away from our kiss.

I didn't need a second invitation. "Be my guest," I smiled, and gave him
another kiss.

"I don't know exactly what to do though," he said sheepishly. "Like, do we
need lube and stuff? I haven't got any."

"I'll give you lube. Come here," I said, and I took his cock and put it in
my mouth. I moved up and down the shaft, applying as much saliva as I could.
Dan's moans told me how much he was enjoying this unexpected blowjob, but
selfishly I just wanted him inside me. I took his hard-on out of my mouth
and surveyed its gleaming length, satisfied that it was wet enough.

"Slip it in, big boy," I said with a grin, repeating his words from the
first night I'd fucked him.

I got an all fours and spread my legs apart, with Dan knelt behind me. I
felt his hands on my hips, and then the tip of his dick pressed against my
hole, making me suddenly tingle all over in anticipation for what was
coming. Dan entered me, slowly at first, and I felt the pain as my sphincter
tried to resist. I took a deep breath and relaxed my butt muscles. The pain
subsided a little, allowing the pleasure to start coming through. I felt
Dan's pubes brush against my butt cheeks and I knew he was in completely.

"You OK?" he asked with concern.

"Oh yeah," I grinned.

Dan slowly withdrew his length and then went in again. Repeating this, his
thrusts became gradually harder and faster, and soon he was properly fucking
me. Each thrust sent new surge of pain and pleasure through me, and my
moaning and gasping were uncontrollable.

Emotionally, I'd never felt so good. I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd
rather be or anyone else I'd rather be with right now. Dan was inside me and
I was in heaven.

We were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Dan's mobile ringing, which was
on the bedside cabinet. He stopped for a moment, but then decided to let it
ring and resumed fucking me. The phone had only stopped ringing for a few
seconds when it started ringing again. This time Dan stopped and withdrew
from me.

"I'd better just see who it is," he said, as he picked up the phone. He
looked at the display. "Mark." He answered it, breathing heavily, and I
turned around and decided to have some fun by kissing him while he was in
conversation.

"Hello, mate..."

I kissed his lips, as he smiled and tried to back away.

"Listen, can I, uh..."

I kissed him more forcefully, making a loud, wet sound which Mark would
surely hear down the phone.

"Can I call you back later, it's not a good -" I pinched Dan's nipple
tightly, and he let out a short yelp before finishing his sentence, "-
time."

I went for his other nipple but he managed to dodge it. This was such a
thrill!

"Seeya," he said, and turned his phone off, before throwing it on to a pile
of clothes on the floor.

"Bastard!" he grinned, and I grinned back at him. I had the sudden urge to
kiss him again and I reached forward and met his lips with mine. Forgetting
about our interrupted sex, we kissed passionately for a few seconds, and
then there was the sound of another mobile ringing - this time mine, which
had slipped out of the pocket of my jeans and was on a corner of the bed. I
reached for it and looked at the display.

"Mark," I said, before turning it off and throwing it aside. Now was not the
time to see what Mark wanted.

"Where were we?" I asked.

"Come here," said Dan. "I want to try something."

Intrigued, I did as he said. He got me to lie down, and he lay down in the
opposite direction, sliding his left leg under my right thigh and his right
leg over my left thigh, so that our balls were touching. He then took both
of our stiff cocks in the same hand and brought them together. The feeling
of our cocks touching was thrilling and sent a warm tingle through my body.
I'd never tried this position before, but it was obviously one Dan had
thought about, and it was making me horny as hell. Slowly, he moved his hand
up and down our cocks, jerking us both off in unison. It felt wonderful, and
I could tell by Dan's face that he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

His jerking gradually became harder and faster, and then I saw that look of
pure bliss on his face, just before he shot his first load of cum high into
the air and back down right over our jerking cocks. This was too much for me
and, within seconds, I was experiencing the new best orgasm of my life. The
sight of both our cocks simultaneously projecting jets of spunk upwards was
mind-blowing. I held my hand out to catch the showers of falling cum and
rubbed it over our balls and pubes and thighs.

We lay there for a while as our orgasms subsided and our dicks returned to
their flaccid states, one resting lightly on top of another.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," I said, finally.

"It was better than ten orgasms put together!" said Dan.

I laughed, as we untangled our legs from each other and I went to lay down
next to him. With what seemed like permanent smiles on our faces, we put our
arms around each other and kissed. We then lay there in silence for several
minutes, wrapped in each other's arms, and in a state of post-orgasmic
bliss, casually stroking each other's chest and nipples. I couldn't recall a
time I'd ever felt this happy. There was something I now felt certain about
and I had to let him know.

"I love you," I whispered.

"No one's ever said that to me before," said Dan, after some hesitation.

"I've never said it to anyone before either," I confessed.

The one thing that would make this day more perfect would be for Dan to tell
me he loved me. But I wasn't expecting him to, at least not yet, and he
didn't. Instead he changed the subject to something that was clearly more
pressing on his mind.

"Have you, uh... I mean, are you... you know... out?"

We'd never really discussed my sexuality before now.

"Am I out?" I simplified his question. "A couple of close mates know, and I
told my mum and dad a few months ago."

"How did they take it?"

"Not great at first, but they came round. They're fine about it now."

"That's good."

"Are you gonna tell your parents?" I asked.

"No, not yet." There was still an amount of uncertainty in his voice.

"Well, whenever you decide to, I'll be there with you, if you like."

Dan thought about this and then changed the subject again.

"Have you told anyone about me? I mean, about us?"

"No."

"If it's alright with you, I'd... I'd rather you didn't... for now."

"It's alright, babe, I wasn't going to anyway."

Without thinking about it, I'd called him "babe". In my mind, this gave him
boyfriend status. He didn't seem to react to it though.

"It's just that... I'm not ready for anyone to find out," Dan continued.

"OK."

He didn't seem entirely satisfied though.

"Promise me, yeah?"

"Yeah, I promise," I said.

"I'm shit scared of anyone finding out. I don't know what I'd do if..."

"I understand, babe, it's alright."

I gave him a kiss to re-assure him and he smiled, although there was still
the slightest look of concern on his face.

"It'll be fine," I said. "Honestly."

We lay in each other's arms for a while longer, as our hands gradually
progressed down each other's bodies, and soon we were both sporting hard-ons
once more. We gave each other blowjobs to climax again, before Dan decided
his parents would be back soon and it would be best for me to leave.

We French kissed each other goodbye at the front door, and then I left,
smiling all the way home. Flowers were blossoming, the sun was shining, and
this had indeed turned out to be the best afternoon of my life.

I sent Dan a text message in the evening saying "Thanx for a great
afternoon." I half-expected him to finally start replying to my messages but
he didn't. I didn't lose heart over it, though, all I had to do was think of
what a wonderful afternoon I'd had, and I'd be happy again. Nothing could
take away my smile at the moment. I refrained from texting Dan again before
football, though, deciding I would try to control myself, give him the space
he needed and not act like an infatuated fifteen year old.

I did, however, send him a text on Wednesday to merely ask him for a lift to
football, and he replied saying he couldn't pick me up because he was going
straight there from somewhere else. Mark said he was picking a couple of
others up and had a full car, so I was forced to make my own way there.

As I arrived at football, I spotted two girls standing by the pitch. One of
them had blonde hair and big tits, and looked kind of familiar... and then
it came to me. It was Busty Blonde Tart who Dan had got off with at the pub
on Saturday night. What was she doing here? My question was answered almost
immediately, as Dan walked over to her and... kissed her. My heart nearly
stopped. What the hell was going on? What the fuck was he playing at?

He saw me and smiled. It wasn't a warm, pleased-to-see-you kind of smile,
but more of a malicious, fuck-you kind of smile. I started to walk over
towards them and, realising the scene I might cause, he started walking to
me and we met in the middle. I spoke quietly.

"What's she doing here?"

"Who, Tina? She wanted to watch us play," he said matter-of-factly.

"What's she doing... with you?"

"I'm going out with her," he replied, cool as a cucumber.
"What?" I looked at him in utter disbelief. "Since when?"

"Since yesterday."

"Are you winding me up?" I asked.

"No," he said. "You're the only wind-up merchant around here."

"But... how... I don't understand. What about us?"

"There is no us."

"What d'you mean? What about Sunday? Didn't... didn't Sunday mean anything?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"What?" I said, completely baffled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I know," he said slowly. "I know about all the other guys you're screwing."

I just stared at him blankly, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

"What am I, just your Sunday boy?" he asked.

"Dan, I haven't got a clue what you're going on about. I'm not seeing anyone
else."

"No, course you're not," he said sarcastically.

"You don't seriously think I'd... Dan, you know how much I like you."

"I know how much you like..." - and he gave me a disgusted look - "screwing
me."

"Dan! Lee! Come on!" came a voice from behind us. It was time for kick-off.
Dan walked away and I followed slowly. None of it made sense. Why would Dan
think I was screwing around behind his back? The more I thought about it,
the more it sounded like a convenient excuse for him to go back to his
normal straight life, and his buxom tart of a girlfriend, and pretend Sunday
had never happened. I could understand him not wanting to face up to his
feelings for me, but to hurt me like this was going too far.

It was the least enjoyable game of football I'd ever played. Dan, Mark and I
all happened to be on the same side today (I suspected someone had decided
to put Dan and I on the same side after last week's shenanigans). I was
deliberately not passing to Dan when I should have, and there were a few
incidents when we had a go at each other. The only effect of this, however,
was that my team-mates were passing less often to me, and Dan ended up
having a great game, scoring some outstanding goals. I didn't care much
though; I could hardly concentrate on the game anyway, what with a multitude
of thoughts swirling around in my head, and Tart being there didn't help
matters. I kept looking over at her in disgust, standing there with her
perfect blonde hair and her heaving bosom, smiling at Dan, cheering him on
every time he had the ball, and clapping wildly when he scored. Stupid tart.
I wondered what she'd say if she knew what Dan and I had been doing with
each other on Sunday afternoon. But I concluded that telling her would
probably make things worse.

I sulked off the pitch at the end of the game, to what I could have sworn
were boos from Tart and her mate. I carried on walking and eventually Mark
caught up with me.

"What the fuck is your problem with Dan?" he snapped.

"Nothing," I said.

"Well, it doesn't look like nothing."

"I just got... stuff going on at the moment, that's all," I said, hoping
that would be the end of the matter.

"Well, you'd better sort your fuckin' life out if you wanna carry on
playing!" he said, and stormed off, leaving me gaping at him. He'd never
been like this with me before and, if anything, I would have expected him to
show me some sympathy and ask what the matter was. But now I was in Mark's
bad books as well as Dan's, and in danger of being dropped from football. I
wondered how things had got like this and whether things could get any
worse.

They didn't, at least not for the next few days, but they didn't get any
better either. I didn't try and get in touch with Mark or Dan, deciding that
I would let things settle down for a few days. I felt thoroughly miserable
but I'd had enough hurt from Dan for a while, and I wanted to give myself
time to reflect on the last couple of weeks. And the more I thought about it
all, the only thing I was becoming certain of was my feelings for Dan. No
matter how many hurtful things he'd said to me, no matter how much heartache
he had caused me, I was in love with him, and there was no denying it.

For all the good it would or wouldn't do, I had to tell him how I felt, and
on Sunday afternoon, I sent him another text message. "I don't care what you
think of me. I love you."

It would probably scare him off even further, if that was possible, but fuck
it. At least he knew. I didn't know what else to do. Maybe I could try to
talk to him again at football. Speaking of which, I also wanted to sort
things out with Mark, so I tried to ring him on Sunday evening, but there
was no answer. I tried again on Monday, but still no answer, so I sent him a
text asking him to call me. It wasn't like Mark to ignore my calls or
messages, and I was sure he would have calmed down by now after last week,
and would at least be willing to talk to me. When I hadn't heard from him by
Tuesday evening, I decided to confront him face to face and went over to his
house. I was keen to resolve our differences before football the next day.

Just as I got to his house, I saw Dan go in. As much as I wanted to see Dan,
I didn't particularly want to talk to Mark in front of him. I also wanted to
tell Dan in person that I loved him, but again I didn't want to do that in
front of Mark. I decided the best thing to do was to ring Mark, now that I
knew for sure he was at home, and ask him for a lift to football tomorrow,
and we could talk then. So I did and, to my surprise, he still didn't
answer. The only conclusion to this was that he was still ignoring me.

Right, I thought to myself, I'll see how he ignores me when I'm standing at
his door. I was angry now, angry that two people I cared for were treating
me this way, when I hadn't done anything wrong. I felt another one of my
rants coming on, and I was forming sentences in my head as I walked up to
Mark's front door and knocked loudly on it. A minute later, I was still
piecing together words and phrases in my mind, ready to spring on them both,
but there was still no answer. Perhaps they'd seen me through the window and
decided not to answer. I knocked again, and peered through the front window,
but the room was empty. I gave it another minute and then walked down the
path that ran along the side of the house leading to the back garden. I
peered through the kitchen window but there was no sign of anyone. Finally,
I tried the window to the back room, and what I saw nearly made my jaw drop
to the floor.

Dan and Mark. Kissing. Naked.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Mark was running one hand all over Dan's body
and with the other he was attending to his own hard-on. And they were
snogging each other like they hadn't eaten for days. A nauseous feeling
started rising in my stomach, much like the one I'd had when I saw Dan
getting off with Tart, but this one was ten times worse. How could this be
happening? Mark was straight, surely? And even if he wasn't, didn't Dan
denounce his gay feelings and settle for Tina the Tart? What the fuck was
going on?

My head was in a complete mess. Hundreds of thoughts swimming around in
chaos. My heart felt like it was being savagely torn apart. My stomach was
churning, the sick feeling still rising.

That was it. I couldn't take any more. I'd never felt so disgusted in all my
life, and if I stayed watching them I would surely be physically sick. I
turned and ran back up the path, through the front garden, and off down the
street, as fast as my legs would carry me. I had no idea where I was going,
all I knew was that I didn't want to stop until I was far away from the
sickening scene I had just witnessed. I wanted to get home, lock my door,
draw the curtains and curl up in my bed forever.

I ran and ran and it was only when I got half way across the main road that
I realised I hadn't looked for oncoming cars. But by then it was too late.
It was speeding towards me and even though time had seemed to slow down
immensely, I couldn't move fast enough to avoid it. There was the deafening
screeching of brakes... there was the horrified look of the woman driving as
she realised she was going to hit me... and then she did.


There you have it, another little cliff hanger!

Part four is already under way and will consist of a quick recap of the
first three parts but told from Dan's perspective... before I conclude the
story. I haven't decided yet whether it will be a happy or sad ending. What
do you think?  blueboy3649@hotmail.com