This is the ninth installment of Joe, The Man, a sequel to Dan, The Man. I hope you enjoy it as much as the rest of the series. This is the re-release of the series previously titled Starting Over Again. Again, I thank Matt, James, Neuman, Dan, and last but not least, Sean for giving me the drive to continue.

The rights of this series belongs to solely to the author. No unauthorized reproduction is allowed. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please do not read on. And if you do not like reading about gay college guys learning about love, then what the hell are you doing reading the gay archives?

And now...

Joe, The Man, Part IX
"Tensions Rising Within The Apartment"
By Joey E

Suddenly, and I mean suddenly, I was awoken by a loud alarm signal. I think I first tried to shut off my alarm clock. When I reached for it though, I was reminded I was not alone in bed, since I couldn't roll over with Matt's arms wrapped around me. I twisted and turned, and realized it wasn't the alarm clock. I shook Matt. He was a deep sleeper.

"Matt," I said softly.

No response.

"Matt!" I said louder.

No response.

"Matt!" I said, practically punching him.

He shifted slowly, not completely waking up.

Suddenly, a face appeared upside down on the side of the bunk bed.

"MATT! Wake the fuck up!" Kev yelled.

I laughed, despite the deafening alarm sound.

Matt finally opened his eyes. He jumped up and said, "What the hell is that noise?"

"Fire Alarm," Kev replied jumping down out of the top bunk. "Come on, you homos! We gotta get out!"

I got out first, Matt followed. We both put on jeans and sneakers.

"You ready, kid?" Matt asked, putting on his jacket.

"Yeah," I said, putting on mine. "I wonder what jackass pulled the fire alarm this time?"

"I don't know, but this sucks," Kev replied putting on his jacket.

We all went out the door of the bedroom at about the same time. Paul and Justin's door was still closed. I opened it up.

"Yo, Justin, Paul! Get up. Fire alarm."

Both of them reluctantly got up and got dressed as well. I looked at Paul's radio clock which read 5AM. We all exited the apartment and joined the crowd that was outside in the parking lot. It appeared to be only our apartment building (which had 12 apartments in it). And we chatted with other people we knew. Finally (after about 10 minutes), Public Safety arrived on the scene. In minutes, we were back inside and back in our beds, warm and cozy.

"Joe, man," I heard a voice say softly. I opened my eyes.

"I gotta go to the gym before class this morning," my boyfriend Matt said.

I smiled at him, nodded, and closed my eyes. I felt his hand on the back of my head, and his soft lips touch my forehead as he kissed me goodbye. That moment was spoiled by a voice from above.

"Fuckin' homos..."

I heard Matt laugh and then I heard a thud and then Kev yell "Ow". Matt just laughed again.

"Bye, babe. I'll talk to you later," he said.

I woke up later with my alarm clock and I went through my daily routine of waking up. Breakfast, shower, get dressed, and hurry out the door, trying not to be late for classes.

I was out all day, and came back to my apartment exhausted from working half the day at telecommunications. I just wanted to sit down, watch TV, and zone out! Unfortunately, as soon as I opened the front door, I knew that wasn't gonna happen. I heard some shouting as I entered the stairway to the apartment. I ran upstairs, wondering what was going on. As soon as I entered, I felt like turning back around.

Paul and Sean were there. Sean was standing, Paul was sitting on the couch. They both looked at me with a glare, as if I were barging into their property unannounced and uninvited. I knew this wasn't good.

"Hi Joe," Sean said softly. I could tell by the looks of it, Paul had just been yelling about something. Sean didn't look happy, and neither did Paul.

"So how long has this been going on?" Paul asked.

"I told you, Paul! I told you that there was nothing and there is nothing between her and I."

I rolled my eyes and spoke up. "Guys. I'm leaving." I picked up my back pack and started walking for the door.

"No, Joe. I'm leaving," Sean said. "I'm not coming back either." He gave Paul a cold stare.

"Fine!" Paul yelled. "You fuckin' asshole!"

I rolled my eyes again and walked Sean out the door and to the stairway. I put my arm around his shoulders and walked him down the steps. We went out the front door and I told him to close the door and sit down. He did.

I took a cigarette out of my pack and lit it. He did the same.

"Sean, babe, you are Dan's brother. And like he did, I only want the best for you. I mean, come on. You are cute, you've got your brother's personality, you've got everything going for you. And I hate to say this, but you are better than Paul and you can do much better than Paul!" I said, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I know, Joe," he said, softly. "I know." He looked down to the ground and took a drag of his cig.

"Then why do you put up with this shit?" I asked him in a frustrated tone of voice.

"I don't know!" he yelled, standing up again. "I don't know," he said softer.

"You know, Dan wouldn't like to see you put up with this shit. He never really cared that much for Paul," I said, hoping that would strike a nerve.

Sean shot me back a look. "Dan always would look out for me. I've never been so alone in my life," he said, his voice breaking. I knew he was on the verge of crying. Crying of his bro's death, crying over his failed relationship with Paul, and just crying because of life.

I gently took him into my arms, and walked him back upstairs, passing Paul in the living room. We went out to the balcony and sat on the outside couch. I made sure I closed the door behind me. Sean squeezed me so hard. He rested his head on my shoulder and just hung on to me, even while we were sitting on the couch. I ran my hands through his curly hair. We sat there in silence for some time, just enjoying each other's company.

"Joe," he finally said.

I looked down at his face. He sat up.

"I really miss him so much. I know it's been what? Five months? But still, the pain is so deep."

I remember Dan saying he was really close to his brother, and how he'd do anything to save or help him. I realized at that moment the feeling was mutual between them. In that, they were not unlike my bro and I. If anything happened to my younger bro, I'd die.

I kissed him on the forehead. "I do too. Even though I have Matt now, he still doesn't compare to Dan. But I like Matt a lot. I may even love him. But Dan is always there in the back of my mind."

"Joe, what should I do about Paul? I can't deal with him anymore. But I'm afraid if I leave him, he'll go beszerk!"

"You shouldn't be worried about that. Paul has friends to take care of him. You should do what feels best for you. I could never deal with what Paul has put you through. He's actually destroying you in a way, dragging you down. You don't need that. You're so much better than that," I said, speaking from my heart and getting irritated at the position Sean was in.

"I just worry about him, man," Sean said.

"Don't worry about him now. Do what you want to do, man. It's your life. Do what you think Dan would want you to do," I said, surprised that I said the last sentence.

Sean looked straight ahead as he pondered what I had just said. He turned to me after a few moments and said, "You're right, Joe. I should do what I think is right. It's my life, not his."

"Well, I guess that's my cue to leave," Sean said. He started to go through the living room door, and turned back around. "Thanks, Joe. Just try to be there for him. I have a feeling you could be in for a long ride this time."

"That's okay, Sean. I'm just happy to see you happy."

Sean walked over to me again and put his arms around me. I hugged him back and gave him another kiss on the forehead. "You'll be okay, man," I said.

'Oh!" he exclaimed. "My parents called last night. It seems that Dan left me something in his will, mainly his money. And with specific instructions on what he wants me to buy with it. Guess what it is?"

I looked at him and smiled. Knowing Sean I answered, "He wants you to buy a Ford Mustang..."

"Yes!" he screamed, laughing. "A Mustang Cobra he wants me to buy. Apparently, my bro had a lot of money set aside for college and after. And he left it all to me, for some strange reason."

"I didn't even know he had a will," I said, sighing.

"He wrote it before you started going out, though, Joe."

"Oh," I said, feeling kind of down that Dan didn't leave anything for me. But at least I knew why. Then I smiled back at Sean, remembering that it was his time to be happy.

"Dude, you're gonna have to take me for a ride in it when you get it, babe!"

"I know, it'll be a major chick magnet," he said, chuckling.

I laughed too. "And a major hunk magnet too."

"I hope," Sean said, grinning.

I looked at my watch, and discovered it was way past 6PM and I was hungry. Just then, Kevin came out with Justin, both with cigarettes in their mouths.

"Well, I guess this is it," Sean said, going back into the apartment.

Justin and Kevin watched Sean go through the door. I closed the living room outside door to give Sean and Paul privacy. Both Kev and Justin stared at me, waiting for me to spill the beans.

"What's with the second homo couple of the apartment?" Kevin asked.

"Well," I sighed. "Sean is breaking up with Paul."

"Oh," Kev said. There was a brief pause. "Oh, shit," Kev then said.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well, Joe, I wish you a lot of luck tonight," Kev said, patting me on the shoulder.

"ME? Why me!!" I screamed.

"Paul doesn't come crying to me. And he certainly doesn't go crying to Justin," Kev explained.

"At least not yet," Justin said, laughing.

"Give him time," I said. "You know what you guys? I'm going out tonight. You stay home and deal with him."

"No, I won't!" Kev answered.

"I don't know him well enough," Justin said.

"Well, I don't want him to come to me...."

Just then the door opened to the living room. Paul slowly walked out to join us with a sad look on his face.

"Kev don't you have class now?" Justin asked.

Kev looked at his watch. "Oh yeah, I do! Do you?"

"Yeah, I'll walk with you now," Justin said.

"Thanks guys," I said, softly.

"We'll make it up to you," Justin said, sprinting into the apartment. Kev was quick to follow.

Silence. I couldn't look at Paul. I didn't dare to. He just sat beside me on the couch.



"Joe...he broke up with me..." Paul said softly and slowly.

I finally looked at him. What I saw was pitiful and sickening. I knew he was going to flip out in a second.

Just then the doorbell rang. I got up to get it and was relieved that it was Matt.

"Thank god you're here," I said, closing the door behind him as he started up the steps.


"Yeah, Paul is about to flip out and I didn't want to have to deal with it alone. Come on, he's out on the balcony," I said, opening the door to the living room.

We both went out to the balcony where Paul was still sitting on the couch. Matt was look good as always. In his A and F shirt, with his Levis jeans....his short brown hair, his toned body....damn, I could've gone for him right then and there. But we had more pressing issues.

"Hey Paul," Matt said, sitting down next to him. I chose to stand and just let Matt have a go at it.

Paul said nothing. For some reason, Paul and Matt never seemed to get along real well. Matt did not like Paul because of how he treated me at times, and Paul didn't exactly like Matt because Matt didn't like Paul. (I know that's hard to follow, but it's true).

Finally I couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Paul, would you please say something?"

"What is there to say? He broke his promise to me. He let me down...he..."

"PAUL! We're not going to go through this again, are we?" I asked, with an edge to my voice.

"What? He told me he'd always be there for me!"

Matt looked at me and his eyes said "What a wacko!"

Paul got up and left. "I gotta go. I have class to go to. I may be back, or I may not be. Not like anyone would care. Sean's an asshole. I don't know how you could've dated his brother."

THAT DID IT! I could feel the blood pressure rising. I could feel my body temperature soaring.

"Go to class, Paul," I said flatly. I felt Matt's arms wrapping around me. He was standing now. I could feel him trying to restrain me.

"And you'll be lucky if I'm here to talk to you," I said in the same flat tone.

After Paul left, we went back inside. "Don't let him get to you. It's okay, Joe. Let it go. Let's go do something," Matt said. "You've never really hung out with my frat brothers. We're having a party tonight, man. Come with me, you can be my date."

I raised my eyebrow at that statement. "Really?"

"Nah, not yet. I don't think I'm ready for that yet," He answered.

"I know," I said smiling. "But it was worth a try."

"Come on man, let's go to my party!" he said, getting up. I followed him out the front door and we treaded our way over to his frat house.

"Matt!" voices screamed when we walked into Matt's frat house. 

We made our way through the crowd. Some faces looked familiar to me. I didn't really check anyone out, mainly because my attention was on the person who was walking in front of me. Matt finally made it to the bar. He said hi to his frat brother and walked behind the bar, and pulled out the hard liquor. He poured me a shot of vodka and then poured himself a shot. We both slammed down the vodka at the same time, and I shivered as it went down my throat. 

"Mm...that was good. Give me another!" I exclaimed smiling. I knew I was gonna get trashed, but it didn't matter. 

Matt smiled. "Someone is gonna get wasted tonight!" 

"You know it, babe!" I exclaimed.

I reached into my pocket to get my pack of smokes out. Matt knew exactly what I was doing. He grabbed my hand, reaching over the bar and said, "Stop, Joe."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. I was quite surprised, as this was the first time he used physical force on me to stop smoking. I pulled away from him quickly. I looked at him in the eye.

"Don't Joe."

"Why not, man?" I whined.

"Because, it's bad for you." He said.

Just then, one of his frat brothers, the one that was behind the bar came up to us. 

"Aww....aren't they a cute couple? You must be Joe," the guy said.

I just stood there in shock. First, because he said we were a cute couple. Secondly, because he knew my name.

I pulled Matt to the side. 

"How does he know my name?"

"Oh, all my brother's probably know your name."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Don't worry little bud," he said, ruffing up my hair and smiling. Looking at the smile, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Just then we heard a large crowd of people coming into the party. I turned around, and guess who was there?

"HEY JOE!" yelled Kevin.

"Kev! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, my brothers and I were looking for a party, so I decided to stop by here..."

"Wait a second. Are you drunk?" 

And so he was. And so was I. We all had a great time. It was carefree, and fun. Although at times I will admit I do wish I could hug and kiss my boyfriend, looking so hot and sexy. 

Finally, it was time to leave, mainly because I had had enough of frat partying. Kev stayed behind, after I asked him to for at least another hour or two. He knew what I wanted....the bedroom!

Matt and I staggered back to the apartment, knowing full well what was going to happen. But we were careful not to kiss until we were behind closed doors in my living room. 

I slipped my arms around his hard, thin waist, and pulled him into a strong hug. I looked up at him, into his deep blue eyes, and inched my way up to kiss him. He slowly leaned down to meet me halfway, and we stood there kissing, a long passionate kiss. I could feel his arms rubbing my back, and his hands wandering down to my ass. Secretly in my mind, I had a plan. And it didn't involve me getting fucked again.

Just then, Justin came out and we had to stop. 

"Don't stop because of me. I may stay and watch!"

"Get the hell out of here," I said laughing.

I took Matt by the hand and led him into my bedroom. As I closed the door, he was watching me intently. I turned around, and stood by the closed door. My arms were folded in front of me and I was leaning on the door. I looked at him with a straight face. He had this look of uncertainty on his face and he was looking a little scared. A 6'2" 200lbs man being scared of a little 5'4", 115lbs boy? I found that funny. 

I finally nodded at him and commanded, "Strip." I said it was such a stern look on my face that I even was surprised.

Surprisingly, he answered, "Yes, sir."

Inside I was laughing. But I kept this role playing up. He slowly removed his short-sleeved shirt from his muscular body, revealing his smooth, built pecs and his totally awesome smooth stomach. He turned around for a moment.

"Don't turn away from me," I said in a low voice. "Face me!"

He turned right back around and answered, "Okay."

"What did you say?"

"Yes, sir," He said more loudly.

Boy this was something else. And strangely, I was getting off on it.

He then unfastened his jeans slowly, unbuttoning the button and unzipping the zipper. 

He then took his shoes and socks off before removing his jeans all together. By the time he was done, he was left standing there in his hot boxers. I was throughly turned on by now, but I didn't let on to it. 

"All the way..." I said, when he didn't look like he was going to take the boxers off.

He didn't say anything.

"Answer me," I said, louder.

"Yes sir," he said, looking straight at me.

As he took off his last article of clothing, I started walking over to him. He never took his eyes off mine. I, on the other hand, was checking out his whole body. His muscular legs, his toned arms, his six pac abs, his perfect pecs, all smooth too. And his dick....

"Come here," I ordered. I was now standing halfway between the door and him. 

He did as I ordered.

"Get on your knees.."

He obeyed.

"Pull down my pants..."

He started unbuttoning my jeans, and then unzipped them. 

"Pull them down now, fagot!" I ordered.

He pulled them down, leaving me in my t-shirt and boxers. By this time, my cock was at full attention. His was too, from the looks of it. I saw him reach down to stroke it.

"Did I tell you you could touch yourself, boy?" I asked.

No response.

"Answer me..."


"No what?" I asked.

"No, sir, you didn't."

He stopped and reached up to stroke my cock.

"Did I tell you to touch my cock?"

"No, sir."

By this time, I was cracking up inside and I had to break out laughing. I couldn't hold it in anymore. As soon as I started laughing, he started laughing too.

"What the hell was that Joe?" he asked me, laughing.

"You can get up now," I said, still laughing.

He got up and wrapped his arms around me. I felt so secure in his naked arms. I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I'm sure he felt mine, trying to break through his legs. 

He leaned down and kissed me, very fierce and passionate. Our tongues were fighting inside our mouths. He had his hands all over my ass again. This was not gonna happen again, I thought to myself.

I led him over to the bed, and pushed him down. I took off my t-shirt, revealing my six pack abs, and my smooth body and hard cock, and gently got on top of him and started kissing him again. I could feel our cocks grinding together. It was getting hot in the room, and Matt started to sweat.

"Can I fuck you again?" he asked, softly into my ear.

"No....not until I fuck you..." I said.

Matt just stopped in mid air and looked up at me. 


"I want to fuck you, Matt..."

"But, I've never been fucked before..."

"You will tonight..." I said with all the confidence in the world.


"You'll see," I said, smiling at him. I leaned down to kiss him again, and sure enough, he got right back into it.

We did the usual thing of going down on each other and stuff like that. (The author doesn't like writing sex scenes too often, and when he does, he wants them to be exciting). 

But, then I got experimentative. As I was sucking his 7" cock, I stopped for a second to make my finger wet. And I rubbed it slowly around his ass. He immediately jumped and sighed. I worked his ass for a while as I sucked on his cock.

Finally, I decided it was time for the lube. I stopped, got up, and got some lube and applied it slowly to my finger. I could tell Matt was watching me very closely. I looked straight as his face, as I slowly inserted my index finger up his ass. 

"Mmm..." he said, softly.

His ass was really tight. 

"Relax, man.'ll feel much better."

To my surprise, he was able to relax, and it loosened up immediately. He was moaning softly. I took his hard cock in my mouth again as I fingered fucked him. His light moaning was driving me crazy. I climbed up to his face again, and kissed him. I grinded my cock into him, like I was fucking him.

"I want to fuck you so bad," I said, in between kisses.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah. Will you let me?" I asked.

"Anything for you bud," He said, and then he kissed me again.

I lubed up two fingers, and slowly inserted them into his ass. I gave him time to get used to the width before I went any further. He looked like he was in pain, but also pleasure at the same time. I went down on him again, licking his cock as I shoved my two fingers up his ass.

"Man," he moaned.

"You like that?" I asked him.


"It's just the beginning," I said. 

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and I took my finger out of his ass....and I lubed up my hard, throbbing cock. Matt watched with intense interest. I could see in his eyes, he wanted me to.

"You ready?" I asked, holding my hard cock, wanting to shove it into that tight ass so bad.

"Yeah, Joe. Fuck me," He said, softly. He spread his legs out and I got in between them. I grabbed his ankles and positioned his legs on my shoulders. I leaned over and kissed him. He closed his eyes as I pressed my hard dick up against his hole. I pooped the very tip of the head into his ass. His eyes bursted open, and he let out a small gasp.

"You okay?" I asked him, softly. 

"Yeah," he said, weakly. "Just go easy, babe."

"Don't worry, Matt."

I slowly inserted more of my dick into his tight ass.

"You never been fucked before?" I asked.

"No. You're the first one," he said, grunting.

I slowly inserted the rest of the shaft...and finally it was all in.

Matt seemed to be doing pretty well, despite this being his first time. He loosened up fairly easy. And pretty soon, I had a slow, but steady rhythm going. The bed was a little squeaky, amplifying our motion. All the while, we were looking at each other, hot for the other's body. I leaned down to kiss him once more.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, Joe....I want it bad...come on fuck me, fuck my tight ass.."

I just smiled at him, and started to quicken the pace. He started moaning softly. I reached down and started stroking his cock slowly. I could tell every time I hit his prostate, as he would make a funny moan and get a look on his face I would never forget. 

"Yeah, Joe that feels good...come on..."

"Yeah, you like my cock up your ass?"

"Oh yeah, man....fuck me..."

I increased the pace and the strength even more. I knew by the way Matt's body was, he was close. 

"You close?" I asked.

"Yeah, man....God, it feels good! Aw man....fuck my ass..."

That turned me on even more. I looked down at his big, muscular body, and thought...this is hot! I'm fucking this muscle stud, and he's my boyfriend, and he's hot, and it's hot!!

I started fucking him so hard that my balls were banging against his ass. I started stroking his cock again, and it was slippery from all the precum he was dripping.

"Aw, Joe, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..."

"Yeah, man, shoot it all over your hot body, babe," I said, louder, as I was getting close too.

"Joe, man, I love you," he whined, as he let go of his load. It shot out of his cock on to his face, his chest and his stomach. I had never seen him cum like that before, and it was amazing. 

"Aw, fuck, Matt, I'm gonna shoot!"

"Yeah, come on, shoot it all over me, man," he said, watching me intently.

I took it out of him, tore off the condom, and started stroking my cock over his body. 

"Matt, here I cum....arggh... "I moaned, as I let the first shot shoot over his head, the second shot landing on his face, the third landing on his chest. I finally collapsed on top of him, our cum between us.

"That was fuckin' incredible," he said. I finally got up, and got a towel to clean us off with.

"You like it?"

"Oh hell yeah, Joe... You were fuckin' amazing!"

"And you were too, Matt," I said, cleaning the cum off my body. I then handed the towel to him. 

"Did you see that load I shot?" he asked.

"Yep...did you see mine?"

"See it? I tasted it," he said, laughing. 

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Are you two done in there?"

I laughed. "Yes we are...but we're not dressed."

"Well hurry up," Kev said.

"Ah, shut up," I said, laughing.

We both got dressed and walked out to the living room where Kev and Justin were sitting.

Kev was a little wasted, but he was better than before. Justin looked like he was half baked as well. Paul was, I hope, in his room.

"You done fucking now?" Kev asked, smiling.

I just smiled and nodded. Matt was also smiling.

"I don't want to know," Kev said, getting up. 

"So what have you been up to?" Matt asked Kev. 

"I was just telling Justin here what it is like to walk around with your balls hanging out of your pants.."

"Oh god," I said, remembering the scene he pulled in our old dorm. "He walked around the dorm hall with his balls hanging out.

Kev then reached into his pants, unzipped his zipper and stuck his hairy balls out of the zipper.

Justin jumped up, Matt rolled on the floor laughing, and I just shook my head and smiled. Kev walked a round the apartment with his balls hanging out with all of us cracking up with laughter. 

Finally, he stood in front of Paul and Justin's door. Paul was I assume inside. I come up from behind, so I can see Paul's reaction when he opened it.

Well, I never got to see Paul's face. All I saw was a foot swing out and kick poor Kevin in the nads. Kevin doubled over and said, "What the fuck Paul?"

"Don't ever show that to me again.."

"What the hell Paul? Aww man..." Kev said, red in the face, and in pain.

"I'm sorry, but that offends me!" Paul said, as if it were no big deal.

"Fuckin' faggot. Damn, man..." Kev said, still bent over.

"What?" he asked all of us, watching the whole thing in shock. "He deserved it! That stuff offends me. He got what he deserved."

"Dude, that was just wrong," Justin said.

"No, what he did was wrong..."

"No, Paul, what you did was wrong," Matt said with a very serious look on his face.

Kev finally straightened up. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Don't you ever fuckin' do that again, Paul."

"Then don't show your balls ever again," Paul replied.

"Fuck you," Kev said, as he went into his bedroom.

"I don't think I was wrong," Paul said to me.

"Don't get me involved, Paul," I said, trying to stay out of it.

"Believe me, Paul, it was..." Matt said.

Good for Matt, I thought.

"Well, that shit offends me."

"Well, you offend me now," Matt said. "Should we kick you?"

"Matt, shut up," Paul said quickly.

"All right, guys...stop!" Justin said. "Look, Paul, that was a little out of line...don't you think?"

"Nah, not really."

"Well then you're an asshole," Justin said, getting up to go outside to have a cigarette I would assume. I wanted to join him so much, but I didn't dare with Matt there. 

"Go ahead Joe. You deserve it, after what you gave me tonight!" Matt said, with a big grin. He patted me on the ass as I walked by him to go out the back door on to the balcony. He followed me out. Paul just went back into his room.

"Dude, he's fuckin' crazy!!" Justin said, lighting up his cigarette.

"Yeah, he's fuckin' nuts, dude!" Matt said to me.

"I know...I know..." I answered.

I went to bed shortly after that. I saw Matt to the front door, kissed him good night, and went to bed. 


I looked to the bright light...Was it Dan?"

"Dan?" I asked softly. Suddenly the person became clear. It was Ro! My old roommate Roland.

"No, dork, it's not Dan, open your eyes!"

"ROLAND!" I screamed.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm visiting you for a change. Every time I wanted to visit you, Dan got in front of me."

"Aw, man I missed you so much," I said, starting to tear up. The sight of my old roommate so clean and fresh made me feel so sad.

"Dude, don't start getting emotional on me," he said laughing.

"I know, I just miss living with you and shit," I said.

"Joe, I've been watching you up here. I'm glad to see that you're mostly happy, man... And you fucked a cop!! Good job!"

"Thanks, Ro. Wish you could be here now..."

"Don't worry, Joe. You'll survive. I just wanted to say good-bye man."

"Goodbye Ro," I said, softly.

"Goodbye Joe," he replied, smiling.

And then I woke up, feeling weird and freaky. Ro was now in my dreams. Kevin got kicked in the balls. And I fucked my boyfriend. I smiled at that thought. I turned over, and fell back to sleep with a smile on my face.

By the way, Paul is loosely based on a friend of mine in real life. He actually did kick his roommate in the balls once. He's really getting on my nerves as well in this story. I thank every one for all their response once again. And if you would like to make any comments, good or bad, please e-mail them to