Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 14:03:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Compound" Gay male/Celebrity

=DISCLAIMER=
This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real person involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

Comments, Suggestions, and Criticisms can be sent to
saboteur_98155@yahoo.com

Enjoy!


-The Compound-
By Reid

=4:15pm. One hour and forty-five minutes until all are
expected for dinner=

Thank you, I thought to myself as I laid on my bed
rereading my favorite book. "The Grapes of Wrath" by
John Steinbeck, a harrowing epic tale of people being
forced from their homes and made to relocate. For some
odd reason, I identified with the book. It was going
on four months since I had decided not to be a part of
the huge juggernaut that had felt that gay males were
dangerous and/or a threat to society. I had a choice
to stay in the closet and live in a society that hated
me and didn't know why, or shout it out loud and be
put in here with thousands of others who were in the
same place. And me, always being one to choose
personal freedom, shouted it out loud and not three
hours later, was "helped aboard" a plane taking me to
Compound #446A in the United States Virgin Islands,
sector DD to be exact. The official title was
"Homosexual Cohabitation Center".

There were at the very least 200 million of us
combined in the 5000 different compounds built all
over the world. Built when the paranoia over child
molesting, rape, and AIDS became so great that the
United Nations felt that the best way to solve the
problem would be to remove what they called the main
element from society. But I'm not complaining. Being a
nice, even-tempered gay guy, I was put in what was
considered the "Club Med" of the compounds and I spent
my time with a bunch of nice guys who were in the same
position I was. Here we were allowed to form
relationships, move in together, and spend our lives
with some degree of happiness and peace of mine.
Except that we've all, you know, basically been put in
one huge leper colony.

Thanks to the advancements in technology, they were
able to monitor us to make sure no unwanted sexual
activity occurred and if it ever did, the offender
would become a eunich. We had roommates and our own
bathroom with a shower and two sinks and a nice large
cafeteria, infirmary, gym, basketball courts, a pool,
tutors for those under the age of 18, and other
comforts that were obviously there to try and make us
forget that we hadn't been removed from our homes and
our lives. The walls were a sterile white and the only
place where any fresh air got in were the courtyards
where we were allowed to get some sun and enjoy the
year round nice weather.

But it wasn't home. One day, I was comfortable working
at saving the environment that had been ruined by
previous generations, living alone, and having a
pretty good time. Hours later, I was here.
Occasionally, I would get news from the outside world:
my older sister's adopted baby boy whom she named
after me, my friends who would visit and keep me up to
date on the latest Hollywood and sports related gossip
and newsbites, and an occasional birthday card from my
parents who never really seemed to care. But they
didn't in the first place.

In our wing of the compound, most of us had made a
pretty comfortable transition to our new lives. I had
met some really cool people, but made it clear that
I'm not looking for a relationship, and had gotten
used to the realization that this was home from now
on. My world had been changed because of the cowardice
and witch hunting tactics of my own government. The
first thing I learned, however, is that you can't
dwell on it because you'll go crazy and, shockingly
enough, life inside the compound could be downright
enjoyable if you let yourself enjoy it.

Due to scheduling, and maybe some good fortune, I had
been fortunate enough to have my own room since I had
gotten there. I had decorated my room to my own
tastes, hanging up pictures of the outside world and
nice serene forest scapes that kept me calm and sane.
My luxury item of choice was a modest stereo with the
allotment of one new CD per month. My bed was slightly
bigger than a single mattress on a polished wood frame
and next to it, stood my square nightstand with a
stainless steel lamp. Thankfully, my nightstand was
equipped with a bookcase where I kept my favorite
works, including The Grapes of Wrath, my favorite, my
favorite Stephen King books (It, Skeleton Crew, and
The Shining), a dictionary, and several Teen Beat
magazines. The magazines are not uncommon in a place
like this, naturally.

On the other side of the nightstand was an empty bed.
It was made up nicely and looked just like mine on the
rare occasions that my bed was made. Often as I laid
in bed and as I fell asleep, I looked over at the
empty bed and wondered what my roommate would look
like if ever got one. Would he be tall or short? Nice
or mean? Cute or ugly? Out of the closet or still
denying himself? The possibilities were endless and I
never ran out of things to wonder about.

"Reid?"

It was the voice of our sector head, AKA "warden",
whose responsibilities included making sure that we
didn't get too wild or destructive or anything of the
sort. Her name was Keri, and I liked her actually. She
was quite genuine in her manner and seemed to care
about all of us sincerely. She often said that she was
familiar with being teased as a child as her
gradeschool classmates took delight in making fun of
her six-foot tall frame.

"Hi Keri." I said, looking up from my book.

"Can I come in?" She asked, still standing outside my
door. "I don't want to walk in on you naked."

"Come on in." I tossed the book into my nightstand.
She came in the door carrying a small plastic basket
that held my clean laundry. For some reason, this
gesture always made me feel good that she would bring
me such a useful gift. There wasn't much variety in
the laundry as we all had pretty specific uniforms to
wear. Our choice of a black or white with dark blue
trim on the collar, arms, and waist, T-shirt, dark
blue or red shorts, white or dark blue socks, and
white tennis shoes. More for comfort than anything and
when it would get into the 120's during the summer, we
appreciated it more than ever.

Keri set the basket on my steel dresser and sat down
on the foot of the bed. She said, "Reid, I came to
tell you that you're going to be getting a roommate."

I tried to contain my excitement and asked, "That's
great. Who is he?"

"You'll see soon enough. The important thing is that
he's young and he's been through some trauma
concerning his coming out of the closet and being
transferred here. I'm putting him with you because I
feel that you would be able to make him feel so much
better because I've seen how you deal with people." I
began to blush as she continued, "I have a lot of
faith in you, Reid. You're sensitive and caring and
how you have managed to hold onto that is beyond me
honestly but it's amazing. Personally, I feel that
this person would benefit from spending time with you
because in the twenty years I spend counseling people,
I've never felt that two people could match up as well
as you and him."

"Are you trying to ask me not to get involved with
him?"

"Not at all. If I were a betting person, I'd say that
you two would be quite happy together." I groaned and
rubbed my eyes but she wasn't daunted, "Look, I know
you're very clear about how you don't want a
relationship but I've made it no secret that I like
you and care about you quite a bit and I think if you
gave him a chance, you and he would be very happy."

"Well, who is he?!" At the very least, I figured that
I should at least know that.

She smiled coyly, "You know him."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" I whined
incredulously, but Keri was used outbursts worse than
mine and she laughed.

"Reid, you'll find out. But I'm warning you that he's
shaken up so be careful with him."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"That's the thing. I know that you have a sixth sense
about how to deal with people and that's why I'm
putting him in with you. Just keep in mind that you'll
probably be working overtime for a few days. Keep an
eye on him and make sure he doesn't start to wig out,
help him get used to the place. I'll be making sure no
one hurts him but I need you to be there for him
personally."

"Are you worried that he might get hurt?"

"It's something that I've needed to consider since I
was told he was joining us here."

"Is he weak or sick?"

"No, but he's young and during his life, certain
people have formed certain opinions and it's all
something that we have to take into account."

God damn it, I liked Keri but her whole red tapeish
lingo got to be a little much, "So you need me to be a
mentor, basically?"

"Partially, yes. I'll need you to be there for him
when I can't. Help him adjust."

"All right," I sighed, "When is he getting here?"

"Any minute now."

"He'll be escorted by guards," She said as she took a
manila envelope out of her pocket and handed it to me,
"His specifics are in there. Take a look."

I took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a piece
of light blue paper that had the smell and feel of a
government "profile". It took me only a fraction of a
second to read the first line, feel my stomach fly
into my throat, and pop a boner all at once. I didn't
want to believe it. I couldn't let myself believe it.
I felt myself get lightheaded.

"Keri," My mouth felt dry all of a sudden, "Is this
serious?"

"Yes, Reid. Now do you understand why I'm treating the
situation with such care?"

I didn't hear her. I was too busy reeling and trying
to wrap my pea brain around the reality of what was
apparently going to happen. There was nothing else in
the world at that exact moment except me and that
flimsyass piece of blue paper. Not another damn thing.

"Reid?"

"Huh? Yeah! I can understand that. I mean, with his
looks and fame and everything, it would be pretty
important to make sure that he doesn't get abused or
anything like that so I can really understand because
you want him to be safe--"

"Yes," Mercifully she cut off my rambling, "I'm going
to let you read the rest alone. The only other thing
I'll say is that I'm putting my faith in you, Reid.
Please help him. It will be very rewarding if you."

"Uh huh." The door shut and I shook my head
vigorously, trying to get back some of the blood that
had fled so quickly to my nether regions. My eyes
managed to focus as I read the paper, recognizing the
statistics I'd memorized and the basic personality
traits, interests, and facts that I had also
memorized. Then my eyes found it: "Reason for
Admittance".

It read: verbatim:

"The subject caused possibly the biggest stir seen yet
as during the live
telecast of the music industries Grammy awards, he
shouted to the aud-
ience, "I'm gay! I'm gay and I won't hide anymore!"
Following this dis-
play, he engaged in open oral co-stimulation with both
the presenter as
well as his 17-year-old brother. The proper
authorities were immediately
dispatched and he was removed from the stage with a
minor struggle.
His brother as cleared of any association following a
length interrogation."

I honestly didn't know what to think or do.

I had lusted over him for so long and here he was,
being brought in to live with me. Sleeping only inches
from me. Then the realization of his situation hit me
and I felt the pangs of hatred begin to rise in my
bloodstream. A 14 year old is taken from his family
and his familiar life because of refusing to deny who
he is. But soon after that, I knew why Keri had put
him with me. She knew how I felt about him and in some
way, she thought I was the best person to have help
him. It also hit me that I had no intention of showing
her that her instincts had failed. She had done so
much for me and this was the least of the ways I could
pay her back and there was no way I would fail. No
damn way.

=5:30pm. Thirty minutes until all are expected for
dinner.=

The soothing female voice kept the time as always. My
hands had begun to shake.

Then I heard it. The knock at the door.

"Anyone home?" It was the deep voice of a retrieval
agent. One I had heard when I first came in here and
one I had heard several times since then.

"Um, yeah!" I tried to sound anything but as nervous
and excited as I was. "Come on in."

The door opened and the first thing I saw was the
agent. Some of them were actually somewhat handsome
but I didn't have it in me to notice. Then.... He came
in. It was just like the feeling I got when I'd see
him on TV or in a magazine but it was a hundred times
better because it was HIM. Really him and he was here.
I only wished he could have looked happier or less
terrified. His eyes were red and it was obvious he'd
been crying and his long hair, pulled back into a
rough ponytail, was stringy and unwashed. He was
wearing a black T-shirt, baggy gray pants, and black
boots and I could only assume that it was the outfit
he'd worn to the Grammys. He managed to walk with his
eyes closed and he collapsed back on the bed and put
his arms over his eyes.

"Your sector head told us that you would be suited to
take care of him." The agent said, sounding
surprisingly compassionate.

"We'll be OK."

"Ok. He's seen enough of me for a while." I walked him
to the door and before he left, he leaned in and said,
"He's a good kid. I think he has a chance to be ok.
Take care of him." And just like that, he was gone.

Pressing my head against the door, I prepared myself
as to how I was going to break the ice. It was obvious
that he'd been through a lot and how I treated him
would be very important. Taking a deep breath, I
turned around. He was still lying back on the bed,
trying to keep his sanity and not bounce off the
walls.

I sat down on my own bed, "I read about what happened
to you."

Seconds later, he responded in the husky voice that
I'd only heard on TV, radio, and my CD's, "Are you
going to hurt me?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" He asked again, his voice
shaking, "If you are, just do it really fast."

"Zac," His name sounded so amazing coming out of my
mouth, "I would never hurt you. I mean, I'm a huge
fan."

His arms came down from his face as he opened his eyes
and looked at me, "So are you gonna start squealing
and acting all weird? If you are, I don't think I
could deal with that right now."

"No, I won't do that. Is there anything I can do to
help?" I was starting to get starstruck, "If there's
anything you want to know about the place or, you
know..."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I know you're gay. So are you a drooling gay Taylor
fan?"

"No. Not at all."

"Great. It would seriously suck to have to talk about
how hot Taylor is," He took a deep breath and sat up,
"What do I need to do first, Mr....?"

"Reid."

"Ok, Reid. What do I do first? I might as well deal
with what's happening, right?"

"Yeah. First, you need to change. Did they give you
the outfit?"

"Yup. Not that I'd be too worried about you, but can I
change in the bathroom?"

"Sure. It's yours too, now."

He smiled, knocking me for a loop, "Thanks, Reid."

I couldn't help but admire the fleeting glimpse of his
ass I got as he walked into the bathroom and shut the
door. After that, it was the first chance I'd had to
really collect my thoughts and it began to dawn on me
just what my situation was. I'm sharing a room with
Zac Hanson. The same Zac Hanson who apparently had
come out to the world as gay at the Grammys. This was
almost too good to be true. My head was spinning as I
tried to get some blood into my hands and stop them
from shaking so badly...

"Hey Reid?" Zac's voice floated out of the bathroom
and into my ears.

"Yeah?"

"Which color shorts do you like better?"

"I usually wear the blue ones."

"Ok, cool."

The door opened and Zac came out dressed in the
outfits we were given. Just the sight of him sent me
in the stratosphere as I took in the sight of him. He
had opted for the white/blue trim T-shirt, blue
shorts, blue socks, and shoes. Of course, I was trying
not to seem too obvious but I doubt I was succeeding.

"Earth to Reid..."

"Huh? What?"

"I asked you, how do I look?"

"You look good. The outfit looks nice and color
coordinated on you."

"Cool," He walked over and sat down on the other bed
across from me, "No laughing at my chicken legs, tho."

"You don't have chicken legs. Your legs are very
nice." And they were. Obviously honed from years of
soccer and exercise.

"So... what next?"

"We have about an hour until dinner, so we can just
hang out until then. Did you read the green booklet?"

"Yeah, but I was kind of out of it. I remember saying
that there's a gym and tutors and a restaurant and
stuff but it was kind of tough to pay attention, ya
know?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Any questions?"

"Ooooh yeah... but I have like NO clue where to start."

"Wherever you want."

He laid back on his bed and looked at the ceiling, "I
guess I only really have one right now."

"Shoot."

"Do I need to worry?"

"There are cameras everywhere and security can get
anywhere within seconds. But that doesn't really
matter because in this sector, we're all really nice
and I wouldn't feel too worried if I were you."

"I don't have to worry because I have you, right?"

"Right." I must have been turning redder than a tomato
at that point.

=6:00pm. It is dinner time. Those who wish to have
dinner may proceed to the nearest cafeteria=

Zac looked at me questioningly, "Reid... HELP!"

I laughed, "Are you hungry?"

"Oh yeah. Then again, I'm always hungry. Where do we
eat?"

I stood up and Zac followed, "Come on, we'll go to the
cafeteria in DH sector. They have the biggest
selection."

We walked over to the door and headed out into the
hall where the usual crowd was heading for the main
concourse. Needless to say, Zac got quite a few looks
from the guys in the hallway, which he did his best to
block out as he got his bearings straight. The
concourse was actually nice, an elevated hallway
closed in by glass that spanned over the lower levels
and connected us to the huge hallway that joined all
the dorms in D sector. As the amount of people around
us grew, it became pretty apparent that Zac was
becoming huge news but thankfully, since most of the
people in the D sector were considerate, caring young
men with a modicum of tact, it wasn't obvious enough
to make Zac feel threatened or want to bolt. He mainly
stuck close to me and tried not to blush too
obviously.

"Don't leave me, Reid." He whimpered with mock fear.

We made our way through the hallway and into the big
hallway and I leaned over to Zac and said, "There are
faster ways to get to the cafeteria. I thought we
should go this way because it would introduce you to
the larger parts of the place. We're going to go
through here and take a right and we'll be in the
concourse that will take us to the cafeteria."

"Okay." He said it with such awe in his voice that I
couldn't help but smile.

We continued our long walk through the large hallway
as Zac smiled and responded to several compliments
from fans that had chosen to say something to him. He
smiled at me and shrugged as he finally looked up at
the ceiling and gasped. The huge ceiling had been
decorated with a large mural that had always managed
to make me feel good. It was a seascape of giant
killer whales, coral, sand, and other oceanic
trademarks that looked absolutely breathtaking
everytime you saw it. Zac stood, looking up at the
ceiling with his mouth open slightly as other guys
walked around him and smiled, remembering when they
felt the same way. Smiling, I walked over to and stood
beside him and looked up, "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," He said softly.

Weighing my options, I slowly put my arm around his
shoulders and continued to look up at the ceiling.
Whether it was my nurturing side or my affectionate
side or the side of me that was head over heels in
love with him, it felt to me like he shivered slightly
under my arm. What he did next almost made me faint.
Zac leaned his head on my shoulder and put his arm
around my waist as we stood there, drawing a smarmy
"Awwww..." from several of the passersby.

Zac giggled, "You know what? It might not be so bad
here after all."

I had to retrieve myself from the feeling of his soft
hair against my cheek. All I could do was murmur
something to the affirmative and enjoy the moment as
much as possible.

"I hate to say it, but if I don't eat something I'm
going to pass out." Zac somehow knew the perfect way
to bring the moment to an appropriate end. We
disengaged from one another and walked out of the main
hallway and down the second concourse that led to the
cafeteria. As we got further into the DH sector, the
colors changed from the familiar white and light blue
to gray and dark green that always made me think of
evergreen trees on gray winter days. Zac elbowed me
and pointed out one of the many couples that were
walking around holding hands and he smiled at me and
mouthed "we can do that?" The thrilled look on his
face made my heart melt right then and there.

We continued our way down the concourse and by the
time we reached the doors to the cafeteria, I was
pretty sure that the news of Zac's arrival had reached
all the way to the pedophiles down in block J. It
probably had them masturbating until their old nasty
molesting cocks bled through their tainted fingers. It
always got me worked up to think I'd been banished
here along with them simply because we shared some
general "diagnosis". It made me sick to think that I
was thought of in the same way as they were in the
minds of many.

Zac pulled open one of the large doors and gestured to
guide me through. Just like a true gentleman. We
walked into the cafeteria where the food was
surprisingly good and there was a nice variety, even
though the whole place seemed kind of overly
"accommodating". A little too much like a hospital
where they tried to make you forget that someone you
loved was hurt or dying and went a little overboard
with the fake flowers and paintings and the food
always was a little too fake. The layout was pretty
simple: Food and drink to the right, tables and
seating to the left.

The place wasn't too full which was another somewhat
positive aspect of the compound, as in we weren't
crowded in like sheep. Zac looked at me and asked,
"So, what's good here?"

"Basically anything. They kinda try to make good with
us by giving us a lot of choices so it's wide open.
What do you feel like?"

"Whatever." He shrugged.

And things sort of progressed from there. I had my
usual chicken and potato meal while Zac, true to what
I'd expected, had filled his tray nearly to the point
of splitting in half and it made me wonder if he'd
exhaust the food supply on his own within a week. We
sat at a somewhat out of the way table so that Zac
would be able to eat without having to really worry
about the stares from the other patrons in the room.
He sat across from me and we kept the conversation
light as he told me some amusing stories about life on
the road as a rock star while I did my best to keep
up, not doing so well since Zac could talk endlessly.
I think the talking helped him adjust. It seemed like
it made him feel better to know that there was someone
there to listen, which took some effort because I kept
getting lost in his luscious lips as they moved. I
also filled him in on the general day to day aspects
of the place: hot water for showering between 8:05 and
8:35am, how to use the ASM (Automated Sundries
Machine) to get water, juice, soap, toothpaste,
shampoo, and other basic necessities of life, signing
up for luxury items and how to get started with the
tutoring program. He seemed to pick it all up quite
fast and I was impressed at how intelligent he really
was. I was also impressed at his coping skills and how
bravely he was managing to adapt to his new situation
and believe me, I'd seen some of the guys who didn't
do so well. I made a commitment to myself right then
and there to make sure that Zac would be ok and if it
meant just being his friend, then I'd just have to
block out all possible mixed signals and be his
friend. It was quite hard because during the meal, our
bare legs touched a couple times and each time, I felt
like I wanted to hit the ceiling.

When we finished eating, we just sat there and
continued to talk. He wasn't quite what I had always
assumed he would be like. My theory of him was that
he'd be unable to sit still and always sarcastic,
unable to be serious but he wasn't like that at all.
He seemed completely genuine which somewhat surprised
me. But that doesn't mean that he didn't make me
laugh. At one point, I was worried that I'd pass out
from lack of air because he made me laugh so much. His
sense of humor was just so goofy that I couldn't help
but give in to my more childish side as I listened to
his stories, which I could tell was his way of coping
and coming to grips with how much had changed in such
a short time.

=7:30pm. All residents are expected in their rooms
within the hour."

"8:30?! We have to be in by 8:30?" Zac was shocked.

"Well, what were you expecting to do after then?"

"I don't know... but 8:30? Crap... that's like... damn..."

"The only reason people here would be out after then
would be the ones looking for some one night action.
After 8:30 is when the sluts and the tramps start
cruising the halls." I was proud of how this was also
a question.

"Oh, ok," He wrinkled his nose, "Well, I guess my new
bedtime is 8:30."

"You don't have to go to bed. We just have to be
inside unless we need to use the ASM. We can read or
write or do homework or just chill out for a while.
It's really nice after you get used to it."

We both got up from the table and carried our trays
over to the conveyer belt that took them to the
automatic cleaning system. As we left the cafeteria,
Zac said, "Let's take the shortcut."

We took the same smaller concourse but took a left and
went down a smaller hallway that would take us to the
back stairwell. It was much less crowded since it was
later and Zac seemed to feel more at ease with the
place when he didn't have to keep an eye out for
someone who could possibly cause trouble. It was
nearly silent in the hallway since the rooms there
were used for storage and the walls were painted plain
white, and it always seemed a little too sterile for
me. But it wasn't like we were supposed to feel at
home.

I could hear Zac's footsteps on the tiled floor and
tried my best to separate my burning attraction from
my need to make sure he was ok. We came to the end of
the hall and I opened the door to the stairway, not
really thinking but sort of acting on instinct that
you held the door open for people. Zac walked thru the
door but not before I felt his bare arm brush against
mine, sending a shiver all the way down to my feet and
making me feel dizzy. I shook my head and inhaled
deeply as I follwed him up the stairs, getting an
absolutely exquisite view of his cotton encased ass as
he walked. I took the opportunity to admire the way
his shorts framed his poetic thighs and gracefully
eased the eye down to his lovely calves. Lost in the
moment, I gathered my thoughts as we reached the top
of the stairway and turned into the concourse that
would lead us back to the hallway where our room was.

As we walked through the concourse, Zac asked, "So
what do you do? Like with your day, I mean, it can't
be possible to just sit in that room all day."

"When I first came in, I had the choice of taking
college classes but I decided that I'd learned more
than my fill. So I play basketball and swim. I'm in
several book clubs and I've taken art classes. They
have lots of clubs and smaller activity groups that
you can join."

"They said I'll be seeing a tutor."

"You're still what they call 'mandatory education
age.' When you turn 18 and/or complete the education
courses, then you have a choice whether to continue
with school or do what I did." We'd reached the door
to our room, I used my fingertip ID system to open the
door, "If you just want to sit around all day, they
move you to less accommodating facilities."

"Freaky," Zac followed me inside and crashed on his
bed, "I'm exhausted."

"Big day, huh?"

"Yeah," He suddenly seemed to get lock up, "Reid..."

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little concerned. He had
every right to be more than a little upset."

"Will I ever get used to it?" His voice was shaking.

"Yes, you will." I got up and moved over the side of
my bed that faced him, "But you just have to accept
what they've done. You can't hold on to the anger or
dwell on it or you'll just go crazy."

"It's so hard..." It sounded like his well of restraint
was nearly dry.

"I know it's hard, Zac. There's no way I can identify
with how you feel. But... I'm here for you. If that
doesn't help, then that's cool but it's all I can
say."

He had begun to cry into the pillow, long
heartbreaking sobs that made me cringe. When I felt
the anger inside me begin to grow I forced it back
down and began to fight with myself. I wanted so bad
to hug him and hold him until he stopped crying but my
conscience kept reminding me. It wouldn't be right for
me to get some cheap thrill from holding him while he
needed me to be strong for him, it would be such a big
violation that I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.
But I couldn't keep justifying it to myself because
Zac's sobs had gotten louder and his whole body was
shaking, so much that I was worried that he'd choke or
give himself a stroke from the stress.

I got up off my bed and sat down next to him and laid
my hand gently on his back, feeling the tremors that
were wracking his young body. I rubbed his back and
tried my best to assure him that things would be ok
and eventually his sobbing stopped and he laid still
for a moment before sitting up and jumping into my
arms and hugging me tightly. Chills ran up and down my
spine as his warm mass pressed against me, his strong
arms wrapped around my torso and his face buried in my
neck, his hot breath making me tingle. I took in his
scent slowly, reveling in the musky essence that I
hadn't known since before I had been shipped in here.

He smelled like the outside.

It was a smell that I'd missed since we all used
basically the same kind of shampoo and soap in here.
His warm body began to relax as he took a long, deep
breath and held onto me and I held onto him, gently
rubbing my hand up and down his strong back. He
sniffled and exhaled slowly.

"You're going to be ok. Just remember what I said."

"Accept it." He whispered. His grip on me had relaxed
a bit.

"Exactly." I closed my eyes and squeezed his shoulder
as reassuringly as I could.

"Reid?" He murmured against my neck.

"Yeah, Zac?"

"I need you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

We must have sat like that for an hour, easily. Zac's
breathing slowed down to normal and the tension
drained from his body and the last thing in the world
I wanted was for him to have to accept what had
happened but if he was going to stay sane, he'd have
to. Sending a charge right into my bone marrow, Zac
rubbed his soft lips against the bare skin of my neck
as he sat back on the bed. His face was only inches
from mine and I could practically taste his lips. He
looked down and it seemed like he was blushing
slightly.

"Uh, so what do we do about pajamas here?" Zac asked,
smiling.

"The uniforms are all purpose," I said, climbing onto
my own bed, "Just take off the shoes and socks, if you
want, and you're set to go."

"Can I sleep naked?" He asked, matter-of-factly.

"If you feel it's the comfortable thing to do, go
ahead." I said, taken aback by his
straightforwardness.

He thought it over, "Since it's my first night, I'll
just go without the shoes. I wouldn't want to make you
feel weird or anything like that."

"Thank you so much."

"Oh, you're ever so welcome, hot stuff." He said it in
a mock slutty voice that made me nearly wet my pants.
He winked and blew a kiss at me before giggling and
pulling off his shoes, "Where did my old clothes go?"

"They've been 'retrieved'."

"Oh..." He realized and tried to forget about it.

"The bed is shockingly comfortable. You won't be awake
for too long."

"Awesome. I'll be more fun tomorrow when I've had the
chance to sleep and spend my first night here." He
pulled back the blue comforter and white sheet and
climbed into the bed. He sat up and pulled the band
out of his hair and shook the long thick mane back and
forth, airing it out.

"I'll wash it tomorrow. It smells like foot and ass."
He said, straightening it and pulling it back into a
neater ponytail and settling down into the bed. He
laid his head against the pillow and rolled over onto
his left side to face me. I did my best not to blush
as I felt him watching me as I took off my own shoes
and socks and neatly set them side by side under my
bed.

"I sleep with my shirt off. But I don't need to if
you'd feel weird."

"Umm... I think I could handle it."

To hell with it, I thought. I pulled the shirt up and
off and tossed it on the ground, attributing the gasp
I heard to the surprise of seeing me so willingly
expose myself. I slid under the covers and it felt
pretty good to finally be off my feet for the day.

=8:30pm. All are expected to be in their rooms for the
night=

"You ready for bed?" I asked, getting a huge yawn in
response.

I smiled and reached up to turn off the light, sending
the room into pitch-blackness. The only other sound I
heard was Zac's soft breathing and it soothed me to no
end as I laid there. Something about this just felt so
right, it felt like I had finally found out why I had
been taken to this place. My mind was reeling more
than it ever had before. In the space of about three
hours, my life had been completely turned upside down
by the 14 year old blond stud in the bed next to me
and it made me happier than anything I'd ever felt in
my life. For the first time, I wasn't worried about
waking up the next morning and trudging through my day
dealing with the misery of being lonely and locked
away from all that was important to me. That night's
sleep was the best I'd had since I'd gone in there for
the first time.

=8:00am. Those attending tutoring, activity and/or
hobby groups should wake up. The hot water will be
available in five minutes=

The light went on automatically as my eyes opened and
adjusted to the bitter, harshness of morning. Since
the rooms had no windows, there was no immediate
indication that it was morning and I was still kind of
getting used to that. Heaving myself up into a sitting
position, my feet hit the cool smooth floor of the
room and I yawned, reaching for the sock drawer on my
dresser. The infinite decision: white or blue... such a
hard decision.

"Mmm... I get the shower first."

The sound of another voice in the room scared the
living hell out of me and I must have jumped nearly a
foot in the air. It took me a few minutes to remember
that I now had a roommate. A very famous roommate. A
very famous roommate who was gay. I snapped out of it,
"Um, sure. Be my guest."

Zac threw the blankets off and pulled off his socks.
As his feet got their first full taste of the cold
floor, he yelped and pulled them back into the bed,
"You go first. I'll wait here."

"You need it more than I do, stinky."

Zac tried his best to look hurt, "I don't stink!"

"Something smells like old cottage cheese and toe jam
and it ain't me."

"I smell like... really good!" Zac boasted, "I think
it's your nasty hairy stomach that smells."

Laughing, I tossed one of my pillows at him and he
took the shot in the chest, falling backwards and
twitching melodramatically. He stopped and sat up,
"You're right. I do stink. I smell like old cottage
cheese and toe jam. I've officially accepted it. Where
are my clean clothes?"

"In the dresser." I had pulled my clothes out and
begun to revive myself from the long night, applying
my eye drops and getting my schedule straight.
Suddenly, I felt Zac playfully poke me on my bare
shoulder as he stood next to me, pulling his clothes
out of... well... it was our dresser now. As I watched
intently, Zac pulled out pretty much the same outfit
he'd worn last night and sauntered into the bathroom.

"How long can I be in here?" He called from behind the
door.

"As long as you need but try not to take too long."

"You know, if we showered together we'd save time."

My stomach felt like it had leapt to my throat and my
heart had flown down into my crotch. He didn't really
say that, I thought. He was kidding! He was just
joking... he wouldn't seriously be like that. Pull
yourself together Reid, he wants to be friends and
that's all. Just friends. Just be his friend.

"You don't want to shower with me. I'd hip check you
into the toilet."

He didn't hear me. He was already in the shower and I
could hear him singing "I Will Come To You" and his
voice was cracking on every line. But God, he sounded
hot. I guess he sounded even hotter because he didn't
care who heard. He lived his life according to how he
felt and to me, it was the sexiest thing in the world.

I heard the ring of the voicebox on the door and went
over to answer, "Who is it?"

"Open the door, Reid." It was Brandon, one of my
friends in the sector. He had been one of the first
brought in, a few months before me, and we'd become
friends. He was my age, dark hair and dark eyes. I
guess he was cute but he just really wasn't my type.

I opened the door. Brandon looked like a little kid
trying to see Santa Claus.

"Where is he?!" He sounded so excited.

"He's in the shower. Go away."

"The shower! FUCK!" I tried to close the door but
Brandon held it open, "Wait! Wait, man. What's he
like? Have you two... you know..."

"He likes privacy. And no we haven't had sex yet. He's
14 and I'm not going to take advantage of him. Now get
out of here, he's going to be out any second."

"Ok  ok... Reid, you are like the luckiest motherfucker
in this place. Everyone in this whole thing knows that
YOU are rooming with Zac Hanson. Do you realize how
cool that is?!"

"Brandon, do me a favor. Don't try and get with him
right away. Let him get used to it."

His face softened, "You know I wouldn't mess with him,
Reid. No one is going to."

"Thanks."

"I just want to know one thing..."

"What?" I prepared myself.

"Does he have any hair on his nuts yet? Don't tell me
you don't know!"

"Later Brandon." I shut the door and shuddered to
myself at what everyone was thinking. They probably
thought I'd been in his pants five minutes after he
got in the door and that just bothered me deep down,
it made me feel dirty. I had been expressly told that
I was to take care of him, not throw him in bed and
ride him like a (extremely sexy and cute) rodeo bull.
Uncontrollably, my thoughts began to wander towards
Zac and I... together... our bodies writhing and mashed
together in passion... sweat glistening on our fertile,
hard, young bodies... lips wrestling-- STOP! STOP IT
REID! STOP! I pressed my forehead into the door and
clenched my eyes shut, urging my cock to deflate just
that once to give me the confidence that I could
separate my feelings of passion from my intense
feelings of responsibility towards Zac.

In the nick of time, the shower shut off and I heard
Zac stepping out of the shower. I got down on the
floor and did about twenty pushups, trying to keep
from letting my hormones take control. After the
twentieth one, I rolled over and sat up and caught my
breath just as Zac came out the bathroom door and took
my breath away.

Last night, he looked tired and overcome with what had
happened.

But today, after a good night's sleep and a shower... he
looked amazing. His hair was golden and clean and his
skin was much healthier looking and a lot less pale,
his eyes had changed the most. They weren't bloodshot
and so hopeless looking... they were deep and brown and
I felt myself beginning to get lost in them.

He smiled, "You gonna shower?"

"Yeah! Just let me get some clean clothes here." I
leapt to my feet and yanked out my clothes for the
day, being careful not to grab any of Zac's slightly
smaller sized clothing. As I passed by him on my way
into the bathroom, I caught a long whiff of his clean,
warm scent and nearly passed out, the orange vanilla
smell of his shampoo made me shiver as he sat down on
his bed. Shutting the bathroom door gave me at least a
slight break from the raging hormones and desire that
were making mincemeat out of my nervous system. The
bathroom was warm and steamy from Zac's shower and as
I set my clothes on the rack on the door, I could have
sworn I caught another smell mingling with the steam
but I wouldn't allow myself to think anything too
risqué. From the holder above the sink, I grabbed my
toothpaste, toothbrush, body wash, and shampoo and
climbed into the shower, my mind inevitably realized
that just minutes ago, Zac was in here... wet... naked...
glistening and shiny... Oh God, how was I going to
survive this if I was going crazy after just a day!

Adjusting the water to a humane temperature, I stood
under it and enjoyed the warm cleansing feeling that
came with a good rinsing. They said that our sector
used only about 1500 gallons per day. 1500 gallons
that went down into the refinery and came back clean
to be used... over and over again. All the sectors in
all the compounds did that. We just reused the water
and the sectors that used too much had to do without.

I pasted my toothbrush and got rid of all the crap
that had accumulated during the night, and naturally,
the thought that attached to that was me wondering if
Zac was a good kisser. Then came the shampoo, which
made me wonder what Zac's hair felt like against my
skin. The body wash: what Zac's body smelled like
during sex. One day and I was already fighting off
wanting to jump him and make sweet sweet love to him
all night long... Oh God.  Briefly, I entertained the
thought of asking Keri to have Zac reassigned and I
immediately felt guilty nearly to the point of tears
and I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
I rubbed my eyes and shut off the water and climbed
out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I dried myself
off and once again caught the strange scent I could
only guess was... well... I didn't need to think about
it....

===Later...===

In the month since Zac had arrived at the compound, he
and I had been practically inseparable. We would go to
breakfast every morning together and part outside the
cafeteria when Zac would go meet with his English and
Social Studies tutor for a few hours and I would move
on to the bookclub of whichever day it was. After
meeting with the club, I'd go on over to the
environmental sciences facility and do my assistant
work there, helping the teacher, a nice older woman
named Dr. Howard, with her various jobs which included
cataloging soil and water samples and things of the
sort. From there, I'd swim for an hour or so before
climbing out of the pool, showering (ignoring the
occasional lust filled couple in the corner), getting
dressed and hurrying back to the cafeteria for lunch
where Zac would always be waiting for me. We'd eat,
together of course with Zac eating his usual 20+
pounds of food, spend an hour walking around out in
the sun in the courtyard, part again where Zac would
go to his Math and Science tutor and I would go to my
art class (Mondays and Wednesdays) or my art
appreciation class (Tuesdays and Thursdays). At the
compound, Fridays were part of the weekend where we
got to relax and just chill out.

There were times during that month where it took
everything I had to not have sex with Zac. He would
seem to want me so much, he seemed to send so many
signals and the nights that I'd wake up and hear him
panting in the bed next to me and the fleshy smacking
sound that would bounce of my ears and inside of my
testicles and urethra would nearly drive me mad. I
won't, for the sake of my sanity, go into what the
smell would tempt me to do. The musky, inviting odor
of his pleasure and ecstasy that built the glorious
sound of the soft moan that would escape his lips when
he hit the zero barrier that only another masturbating
male could appreciate.... STOP IT! SETTLE! It wasn't
right.

But then... on an idle Sunday night...

It had been such a normal weekend day. Zac and I had
gotten up and spent the evening after dinner playing
basketball with some of the other guys and once again,
I wondered why Zac hadn't really hooked up with
someone. His charming manner, his sweet personality,
his cute not-so-gracefully adolescent way of moving
around in his environment, and add on to that his fame
and handsome looks. It never added up to me why he
hadn't found someone yet. I'd watch him move on the
court and the way he jokingly trash talked and taunted
the other team made me laugh and when I'd see him fake
somebody out and score a three pointer from the
outside, I would feel so good for him. And then when
the game ended and he hugged me, it felt like I was
walking on air.

We walked off the court, sweaty and breathing heavily,
and leaning on each other for support and walked
through the large concourse on the lower level that
connected the sporting area to the main hallway. Zac
had his arm around me and his spongy, slightly askew
blond hair brushed my cheek and I remembered the first
time we had been here in this position. Zac squeezed
me with his arm and playfully bumped me with his hip.

"Oh crap," I said, "Go on to the room, Zac. I have to
go get something from Dr. Howard. I'll meet you
there."

"Ok," Zac said with his familiar amiable smile, "Don't
be long, though. I gotta talk to you about something."

I had no clue what it could be but I said ok to it and
took off down the Sunset Hall (it was red and cream
colored, hence the name) down to the environmental
science lab where I'd left my exotic fish guide on
Friday. On my way down the hall, I passed by several
people who seemed to know me and from one I heard,
"Great catch." The only thing I could discern was that
he must have heard some rumor that Zac and I were
officially hooked up, but he was mistaken and that was
ok. I had gotten used to being recognized by most
everyone and my title, as I had been told from one of
my fellow book club members, was "Zac's Guy" and then
I'd correct them and it would be ok. Rumors spread
like wildfire here just like they do everywhere else.

The hall led into the Environmental Science wing where
the colors turned to green and brown. Keri passed me
in the hall and winked at me, and I thought it was odd
that she would do something like that. Maybe she
thought I was doing what she had asked, and I was. I
had been a good friend to Zac and I had helped ease
his transition into the compound, and not once had I
given in to my throbbing, molten biological urges...
DAMN IT!

The left door to the facility was propped open and I
went inside, the cool darkness was always a welcome
contrast to the heat of the outside world. I walked in
and immediately shivered a bit as the sweat on my body
felt like ice water and I hurriedly pulled my T-shirt
back on and wished for only a split second that they'd
let us wear long pants (but as soon as I hit the hot
muggy tropical air outside, I would quickly repeal
that wish).

"Hi Reid." Dr. Howard said as he came out of the
storeroom carrying a large bag of potting soil.

"Hey, I left my fish book here. Do you have it?"

"Yes, it is in my desk. If you can wait just a second,
I'll get it. Or do you have Zac waiting for you?"

"He isn't waiting for me! He's up in the room...
probably washing and applying deodorant if there's a
God."

"And waiting for you."

"Not waiting for me! We aren't in a relationship!"

"Reid... how blind are you?"

"What?!"

"How blind are you?"

"My ears work fine! What do you mean?"

"Reid, Zac sends you signals constantly. Do you even
notice how he spends nearly every second you two are
together rubbing against you or how he even looks at
you? Are you that blind or do you just not want to see
it?"

"Do you know? Do you know FOR SURE?!" I was trying not
to lose my temper.

"Reid, I know you had a bad experience..."

"A BAD EXPERIENCE?! The last time I thought someone
liked me and I followed his mixed messages, his mom
called my dad and my dad called the government and I
got my ass shipped here! Away from everything and
everyone I knew! So forgive me if I seem a little
cautious when it comes to believing that someone has
feelings for me!"

"Reid," She smiled, "Do you like Zac?"

"Like him?! LIKE HIM?! I'm in LOVE with him!"

"He's in love with you."

"How do you know that?!"

"Because, about a week ago while you were getting your
coil pot out of the kiln... he came and told me. He came
and said that he was in love with you, that you were
the perfect guy for him, and you make him feel
complete.  He also said that he was running out of
ways to tell you how he felt short of kissing you and
he's worried that if he did that, it would make you
feel uncomfortable and that would ruin his only
chance," She picked up a utility knife and opened the
bag of soil before looking back up at me, "But I could
be mistaken, I mean, there's so many mixed messages in
what he said."

Wow... but for some reason, it wasn't a bombshell. It
didn't suddenly make me want to run up to the room and
mount Zac like some trophy piece of ass. All I could
do was stand there, rubbing my arms and occasionally
stomping my feet to keep the blood circulating, and
come to grips with the reality. Zac saw me as more
than his mentor. He'd had plenty of opportunities to
find a guy to make him happy... but he wanted me. I was
the first person he'd seen and I ended up being the
person he'd chosen for himself. He had a banquet of
guys more than willing to serve his every wish but he
held out... he HELD OUT for me.

"Hey Reid?" Dr. Howard was emptying the soil into the
large bin she used to grow wetland specimens.

"Huh?" I looked at her.

"If you're out of your room any longer, Zac is going
to get lonely and you're going to get lumped in with
the night crowd."

"Thanks." I smiled wider and more genuine than I could
ever remember smiling.

She smiled back and tossed me the fish book, which I
caught and after a second of hesitation, I raced out
the door and down the hallway. My feet pounded on the
floor as the lights in the hallways went out and I
slid into the main hall, sliding a good four feet when
I finally stopped. Hurriedly, I tried to reason with
myself as I ran into the concourse and back up to the
glassed in hallway trying to develop a game plan for
how I could let Zac know I felt the same way and not
scare him too badly.

On my way through the skywalk, I passed several naked
couples humping madly but I didn't notice. When I
first got into the compound, I would stay in my room
specifically so I wouldn't have to see it. Countless
nights I would avoid going to the ASM for juice or
water or a snack because I wanted to avoid the scene
of young men being so cavalier about their sexual
being. But tonight, it didn't matter as I took the
turn at our hallway and hurried down to our door and
pressed my fingers against the ID pad. The pad beeped
softly and I pushed the door open and the warm scent
of our room hit me and I could see Zac outlined under
his blankets in his bed, on his right side facing away
from my bed.

Trying to be tactful, I padded over to my bed and sat
down quietly, pulling off my shoes and socks and
shirt. It was hot that night so I pulled the comforter
all the way down and slipped into the bed just under
the top sheet and laid there, trying to come up with
some reasonably sociable way to pour my heart out to
him. Somehow, in this moment, I felt more helpless and
lost than ever before because for the first time,
someone actually shared my feelings.

Just as I was about to speak, Zac's voice came out of
the darkness, "Reid?"

"Yeah?" I said, realizing that this was it. It all
came down to right now.

"Reid... I just wanna ask you something and if you don't
want to answer, it's cool."

"You can ask me anything, Zac."

"It's just... I want to know... what's wrong with me?" His
voice started to break up.

"Huh?" I laid there facing away from the sound of his
voice, "Zac, what are talking about?"

"What's wrong with me? Was I not what you'd expected?
When I first got here and I saw the magazines, it
seemed like you liked me like that but everytime I've
tried to show you that I like you, you ignore it or
blow it off. I just wanna know if I can do anything...
if I can do anything that would make you feel the same
way about me..."

"Wait, what are you saying?"

"I love you Reid!" He sobbed, "I fell in love with you
my second day here. Everyday I see you I fall more in
love with you but it just seems like you don't want
me! I just wanna know if it was something I did or
didn't do... I tried to show you everyway I knew how!"

"Zac..."

"What?! If you're gonna get pissed off, then go ahead!
I can't keep it inside anymore and if you don't feel
the same way, then fine!"

"I love you too, Zac." I whispered it so softly I
wasn't sure I heard it, let alone him.

I heard only a few non-verbal sounds after that.

I heard him roll over in his bed and I closed my eyes
and laid my head back down on the pillow, trying to
come to grips with the sudden rush of adrenaline I got
from finally being honest with myself. I loved Zac. I
was in love with Zac. I wanted to spend the rest of my
life with him.

Then I heard him toss the blankets back and sit up. At
that point, I started praying.

Then I heard, and felt, the sheet on my bed being
pulled back and almost completely off the bed.

And then, in some part of my brain I heard, but
everywhere else, I felt him lay down next to me. His
warm body slid right up against mine, so close I could
feel the warmth of his skin and rhythm of his
heartbeat on my back. The feeling of his soft warm
breath on the back of my neck made goosebumps stand
out over my bare skin and then came the feeling of his
strong hand, his long fingers gently coming to rest on
my waist. His breathing sped up slightly as he ran his
hand slowly up and down my side, stopping just under
my armpit and just over the waistband of my shorts.
His touch was so gentle that I felt like I was being
caressed by an angel. His hand felt like it was coated
with a warm silky golden lotion as his rubbing began
to extend onto my stomach, making me shiver slightly
even though it had to be at least 85 degrees in our
room.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle shove on my shoulder.

"Huh?" I was still in a daze.

"Roll over."

"Why?"

"So I can kiss you, dumbass!" He laughed and pulled my
right arm gently and I rolled over, bouncing the bed,
until... there we were.

I was face to face, in a bed, with Zac Hanson. His
lips were less than an inch from mine, his feet were
slowly rubbing mine. And he was naked, I realized for
the first time. The body that I'd seen for the past
month and dreamt about was here, with no clothes on.
Zac was getting rather impatient and reached down for
my hand, which he held lovingly and in the darkness, I
could make out the profile of his body. He pulled my
hand to his mouth and began to slowly lick the backs
of my fingers, nibbling on them gently, kissing his
way down to my wrist, leaving a trail of cool saliva
as he went. He moved on from my wrist to my forearm,
kissing and licking his way up to my biceps, nibbling
slightly and nearly driving me crazy, but somehow I
managed to lay there at his mercy. His trail of kisses
found it's way onto my shoulder and then finally, his
face found my neck where he buried his face and began
to pleasure me with hot, wet kisses. His lips made
their way to my jawline where he stopped to suckle my
earlobe, making me squirm and whimper in the darkness.
I felt him blow gently in my ear as his right hand
found my bare knee and he began to run his fingers
slowly up my thigh. The inevitable was coming as his
lips rubbed over my cheek and onto my chin, where he
kissed me softly and lovingly.

The last words either of us spoke that night came from
Zac when he whispered, "You're mine now."

Before I could screw up the moment, he kissed me on
the lips for the first time. The very first kiss was
gentle and soft but immediately after, he pressed his
lips against mine and his tongue licked eagerly at my
mouth. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of
me, feeling his erection for the first time pressed
against mine, wrapping my arms around him as we
kissed, our tongues wrestling. He bent his legs so he
could kneel as I held him, his hard on resting against
my bare stomach as I got my first good look at it. He
was around five and a half inches, nicely plump, and I
nearly came when I saw he was uncircumcised. We
continued to kiss as I reached up and pulled the band
out of his hair, letting it fall gracefully down onto
his shoulders, and I ran my fingers through the thick,
silky mass of hair, feeling Zac whimper and moan into
my mouth. I kissed him one last time before pushing
him up and feeling him sitting on my stomach using the
only senses I had to explore him. I let my hands
travel up and down his smooth, warm chest, running my
fingers down his taught stomach and feeling the
growing fuzz around and under his belly button. He
pulled my right hand up to his chest and I felt his
heart pounding under the silky skin. Tracing my way
down, I circled his nipple with my fingernail and felt
him quiver and gasp in the darkness and I could feel
the heat and motion as he began to stroke himself with
his left hand. I let my hands travel down to his wide
hips and around to his plump, round asscheeks. They
felt so tight and warm.

>From the sound of his breathing, I could tell Zac
wasn't going to last much longer. Without warning, I
sat up and sent him falling backwards between my legs
and he giggled in the darkness. He draped his left leg
over my shoulder and wrapped his right leg around my
waist as he continued to stroke, the scent of his
sweet precum nearly sending me over the edge. My
instincts took over and I ran my hand down his leg and
wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock, making
him gasp and jerk his hips. He moaned and grabbed the
sheets as my hand slid easily up and down his meaty
dick, feeling him shiver on every downstroke as I slid
my fingers down to fondle his precious scrotum which
had grown slippery with sweat. I could tell the
pleasure was getting to be too much and his hands
pulled mine from his dick and he slid his ass down
against my bulge, which was threatening to split my
shorts in half. He firmly placed his tight butt
against me and there was no confusing what he wanted.
I ran my hand up and down his torso as I heard
familiar sound of the ceiling dispenser open up and
all I had to do was stick my hand out to catch the
large packet of KY Jelly that fell into my hand.

Using my teeth to rip open the package, I rolled Zac
up onto his stomach so his face was in my pillow and
gave his fuzzy asscheeks a loving squeeze before
sliding my fingers inside and pulling them apart. The
heat from his tight hole was amazing and the only
smell I got was the musky essence of desire as he
ground his hips into the mattress. This was almost too
hot to handle but nothing would stop me as I squeezed
the cool jelly into his crack, working it into his
hole with my first too fingers and feeling his muscles
squeeze them like a vice. Working my fingers deeper
into him, the feeling was amazing, he felt so hot and
tight... after a certain depth, I could have sworn I was
feeling his heartbeat as the blood flowed through his
veins. His rosebud seemed to relax all at once and my
fingers slipped all the way into him and rubbed his
prostate, making his hips bounce and he moaned loudly
and gasped. At the point, it had to be pretty obvious
to anyone within a hundred feet what we were doing and
as shocking as it was, it didn't bother me.

Zac gasped and pushed up and he was on all fours in
front of me, his wet ass almost brushing my chin,
giving me a clear indication of what he wanted. His
left hand found mine and pulled me up on my knees
behind him. Scraping the last of the KY Jelly off the
inside of the packet, I smeared it the length of my
cock and tossed the packet into the steel wastebasket
before placing my hands on Zac's hips. Zac whimpered
and I took a deep breath and held it as I began to
slide my rock hard tool into his cheeks and right up
against his hole. No words were needed as I leaned
down and wrapped my arms around Zac's soft waist and
buried my face in his hair. Zac shuddered deeply and I
began to press into him, feeling his muscles tense as
my cockhead pushed at his tight ring... he bit his lip
and a high pitched whimpering sound came from the back
of his throat as he pushed his ass back on my cock,
squeezing me with his muscles and pushing his back
against my chest, urging me into him.

Just as I was about to give up, his pucker finally
began to relax and a charge ran through both of our
bodies at the realization that we were making love. I
was his first. The sensation of his hole opening and
admitting me was mind-blowing as his hot spongy rectum
pulled me in slowly, opening and sucking me in,
pulling me closer and closer to his prostate. My cock
throbbed inside and every vein and bulge seemed to
press into Zac's tender interior as I gasped into to
the hot, moist skin of his neck as he pushed his face
into the pillow even further. My arms wrapped around
him and held him, feeling the tremors and spasms of
pleasure taking control of him from head to toe. My
cockhead came into contact with his prostate and all
at once, his muscles jerked and he bucked his hips
back, his entire body shuddering and jerking and he
lowered himself forward, pulling his cheeks together
tightening his insides down onto my cock as he grabbed
the side of the bed. His right hand grabbed mine and
squeezed it as he began to cum, his muscles massaging
and squeezing me and not too long, my body jerked as
the intense, wonderful sensations shot into me and my
balls constricted and my cock swelled. I moaned into
his neck and pressed my body into his as my hot cum
sprayed out into his hole, painting his insides with
what felt like a gallon of my molten juice filling
him. Gasping, I slid in and out as best I could, the
tightness of his cavity was amazing... the power of my
orgasm began to subside and I came back down to earth
and my cock slowly began to deflate and slid out of
his ass with a soft slurping sound.

Zac's grip on the mattress relaxed and his arms held
onto mine and we came back down together, our bodies
recovering from the intensity of our first time. After
the gasping and heavy breathing had past, there was no
real noise in the room, but I'm sure the pounding of
my heart had to be audible. I wrapped my left arm
around his shoulder, not quite sure what to say or so,
but somehow, deep down inside of my heart, I knew we
didn't need to say anything about it. He took a long
deep breath and settled into the bed, our bodies
glistening with sweat which I could make out in the
darkness as my eyes finally had gotten used to the
lack of light. Softly kissing his bare shoulder, my
nervous system had returned to working order and I
leaned in to gently nibble at his ear lobe.

He leaned his head back and we made eye contact. The
look in his dark eyes was absolutely penetrating as he
gazed at me in wonder. He smiled and his lips mouthed
three words to me.

"I love you."

The last thought I had before I fell asleep was that
this was the start of one hell of a relationship...

=The End... ?=