Date: Fri, 27 Nov 1998 23:32:10
From: fucacanuck@usa.net
Subject: Q.H.S. Pinks 4

I never heard from Steve until Sunday. I figured I shouldn't call Saturday
as I kept recalling him telling me to `hang on until Monday'. I still
couldn't figure that one out, nor did I really want to. Breaking up with
Kelly would have everyone talking as it is, anything else would send them
all into cardiac arrest. Or at least provide them with a month long supply
of gossip.

Even though I never paid attention to a lot of it, I knew there was gossip
already. People knew that I hung around with Steve Thomson a little, I have
even been asked "why?" a few times. Somehow I managed to avoid the details.
It baffled them on the most part. He was a Senior, I was a Sophomore, he
was on the hockey team, I was pretty much a nobody. It just didn't make
sense.

"David!" My mother bellowed from the other side of my closed bedroom door.
Damn, I slept in late again. "Yeah?" I attempted while shaking off the
sluggish feeling that consumed me. "There's some guy on the phone, I don't
know who it is..." She continued while I rubbed my eyes. Who could it be?
"Thanks, I got it." I shouted back a little more awake this time.

I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the night stand, dropped it on the
bed beside me and picked up the receiver in one quick movement. "H'lo!" I
quickly stated. The person on the other end was silent until you could hear
the extension on my end hang up. "Hey baby." The voice said in a seductive
tone. It took me a few seconds to clue in and fully wake up. My eyes opened
wider. "Steveley!" I chuckled. "I missed you." I continued while
transforming my sleepy voice into a pouty one. He exhaled deeply into the
receiver. "I miss you too lover... did you just wake up?" I detected a hint
of laughter in his voice. "Yes! You woke me up." I teased while putting an
emphasis on `you'. "It's 11:30 a.m.!" He laughed. "You big sleepy head."
God, he sounded so cute. I wanted to devour him. "It's Sunday! Why are you
so cheery and wide eyed?" I said while smirking to myself. "Oh god Dave, I
am not cheery. Believe me." He sighed. "I just got back from church with my
grandparents." I paused while thinking about his words. "Church? Wow, Steve,
aren't you a good little boy." I said teasingly then lowered my voice. "Did
you learn all about God's plan for our lives?" I couldn't resist. "Dave!"
Steve protested. "That is not funny!" There was an indication of laughter in
his voice. "I'm sorry Steve, I am just not big on church."

I had a problem with organized religion from the point I discovered I was
gay. For two years after that there was a constant struggle within myself.
I thought I was wrong, and had to change. When I finally realized that I
was who I was, and came to terms with it, I stopped going to church, much
to my father's surprise. Since then I learned to be at peace with myself,
but continued on feeling biased when it came to matters of religion. I got
hurt by it, for it attacked who I was. I never did forgive it.

"I know you're not." Steve stated quickly and soberly. "I'm not really a
church person either- well, yeah, not really." "Oh you sound sooo convinced
Steve!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay okay, this isn't pick on Steve day."
He mused and finished off with a sigh.

I felt so hugged. It was like waking up beside him. The very first thing I
did that day was talk to my boy, I loved him that much more for it.

"Anyway..." Steve continued. "What are you doing today?" He asked.  "Well.
Probably nothing. I mean, there isn't a heck of a lot to do."  I mumbled.
"Do you wanna do something?" I could detect that mischievous tone in his
voice. The same one that stole my heart weeks ago. Damn he could play me
like a piano if he wanted to. Thankfully I don't think he noticed that to
much.

"Um, yeah sure..." I paused. "W-what do you have in mind?" There was a dead
silence. It sounded like he was closing a door or something. "Steve?"
"Yeah... umm... I just want to be alone with you. If you know what I mean."
He told me so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "Steven Thomson. Are you
saying what I think you're saying?" I really was shocked. "Yeah, I mean...
if you want to." He was so cute. He was still apprehensive about things
like this. I could barely control my enthusiasm. "Hell yes! Errr, I mean
sure I do." I laughed. I guess he was still a little nervous, but after a
moments silence he started laughing as well.

"So, where exactly are we going to... go?" I asked. "We can come back to my
place if you want. Mom, Dad, and Jesse are going to Gram's for dinner. So
we will have lots of time to be alone. Just the two of us." He stated
happily. I voiced my pleasure with him by moaning seductively. "Save that
for later." There was that Thomson mischievous tone again. It must have ran
in the family.

"When do you want me to come pick you up?" Steve asked. "Right away. I am
just going to shower, but I'll be done by the time you get here."  "Cool.
Um, would you want to stay the night and jus' go to school from my place in
the morning?" His voice cracked. I paused in thought. More to make him
sweat than to really think about it. "I'd like that." I could almost hear
him exhale on the other end. "But what about the family?" "Oh, oh, it's ok.
They know you might be spending the night. To them your just a friend."
Ouch. I knew that was the way it had to be. That was just simple reality.
However, it hurt to be JUST a friend. I brushed it off as quick as possible
before Steve could detect anything. "So pack your overnight bag."  He
chuckled quietly. "I'll do that. See you soon then?" "This time, YOU can
bet your life on it." If I would have seen his face, I swear he had winked.
 
				   *****

As soon as I got off the phone I immediately hopped out of bed and began
packing my Olympic gym bag with clothes for tomorrow. I thought this was
great, my first all night stay with the man I loved. I had known him for a
two months now, and we had sex twice. It was rather frustrating by times,
but we knew very well that the time would come again. We were in love, that
hormonally driven and innocent love that only comes when you are young. We
walked into the fire unknowing what its flames would do to us, guilelessly
feeding upon each other and the fire itself. The steps behind us we would
never walk again, and the steps before us never treaded.

Steve arrived sooner than I expected. He obviously left as soon as we got
off the phone. As the car pulled up I grabbed both my gym bag and book bag,
making sure I had everything I needed.

"Ok, so I'll be home tomorrow off the bus!" I yelled to mom. "Oh.. well
ok. Be careful!" She semi-shouted back as she entered the kitchen. She
really didn't know Steve, nor anyone from Oromocto. All she had to go by was
what I said. I understood her worried look. "Don't worry mom. I'll be a
good boy." I smiled sincerely. I think that helped her. She did trust my
judgment, I knew that much to be true. I grabbed my sunglasses, threw my
book bag over my shoulder and made my way out the door.

On my way to the car Steve hit the trunk button for me to throw my bags in
the back, then I jumped in the passenger side. "Hey sexy!" I stated as I
gazed over at him. "How sweet. You dressed up for me!" I giggled. He knew I
was teasing. "Sure did. I also thought we could go church hopping." He
attempted his most sober look. I couldn't help but laugh forcefully. "You
wouldn't dare!" "Nahh, I wouldn't dare. I'd rather spend the time with
you." I think I melted inside. I just smiled at him and turned up the
radio.

That was one of the major differences between Steve and I. He spent most of
his impressionable years not paying attention to his sexuality, something
that I may have even envied him about. I pretty much knew all my life that
I was different, that I was gay. Whereas it took Steve 18 years to figure
out he liked men. I found this rather confusing to think about. I knew it
was a damn good argument who expressed their belief that sexuality is a
choice... but I knew different. Sexuality was... is very much a feeling.
You can't stop what turns you on. It's a major part of you that defines
your existence.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked through the sounds of the radio. I
reached over and turned it down a little. "Not much. Just me... you...
life... us..." I smiled and looked him in the eyes on one of his glances
from the highway. The expression on Steve's face told everything. The truth
in the raw. He melted by the sincerity of my words. He was overtaken. It
felt great. "Dave- sometimes you make me want to just come out and express
to everyone that my eyes can see that I love you so much, and that you make
me happy and full of love for life". I couldn't help it, my eyes watered.
"Oh Steve." I sighed. "That has got to be the most beautiful thing anyone
has ever said to me." He just smiled in his classic fashion and reached
over and rubbed my leg as his eyes met the road again.

We pulled up to his house some twenty-five minutes later. I felt a little
nervous as this would be the first time I have ever actually had to meet
his parents face to face. What would I do? How would I react? Lying was not
my forte. Nor was stretching the truth even. To pretend that Steve and I had
a totally platonic relationship in front of them would be like trying to
pretend that my C in English was really an A. It just wasn't possible. The
fact remained that I knew their son in more intimate ways than they ever
have.

"There's a football game tonight at the school's field. Do you want to go
for a few minutes for something to do?" Steve asked me as I grabbed my bag
out of the trunk. "Ahh... sure. Sounds nice. That way I get to show you off
a little." After a pause and a pair of wide eyes he broke out into a
laughter. "You are sooo way beyond rampant." He said to me as he was just
about to slide both hands around my waist. I was just about to reciprocate
when I heard the garage door opening. I jumped about a foot away from Steve
and he spun around as if he had his skates on.

"Hey Mom" He managed normally as soon as the car window opened. "Hey
sweetie. Dad and I are going over to Gram's for dinner. We shouldn't be too
late." Just then she looked over to me and after a moments scan she smiled.
"You must be David." I don't know how I did it, but I did it well. "Good
afternoon Mrs. Thomson." I said politely and respectfully.  Infallible.
"Your mother raised a gentleman." She chuckled and looked back at Steve.
"You two have fun now." She stated as the car continued to back out the
driveway. With a wave from his father, whom I did not have to converse with
yet, they were gone.

I exhaled deeply. "Tense." I stated as Steve looked over at me with a rather
mischievous grin. "What?" I said innocently with a few blinks. "My little
gentleman." He laughed. "Don't make fun of me!" I teased. "Perhaps I should
have told your mother that her son had a body that made me wish I was a
piece of his hockey gear?" I said soberly then winked. "Well I don't know
about her- but dad probably would have went into cardiac arrest." He mused
as he thumped me on the shoulder. He just smiled and turned to walk to the
front door.

After running my bag up to his room, Steve came back downstairs and into the
living room where he left me. I was sitting on the couch flipping through
the stations. He had that look in his eyes. I had no idea what I was in
for.

"I want you in every way possible." Before I could even think about a
response he was on top of me. All over me. I was indeed being devoured. "Oh
god Steve!" I yelled as he bit at my neck. I was well on my way to nirvana
when a little shimmer of reality came over me. "Wait!" I managed in between
breathes. "Where's Jesse?" "Not here-" He panted. It really wasn't the
answer I was looking for, but I guess that is all he could fare at the
time.

As he sucked at my neck and kissed and nibbled my lips, the intense heat
grew hotter between our torso's. He was gently but assertively pressing his
crotch into my left thigh as his hands explored my hair. I finally came out
of shock and started to return his love by cupping his firm yet soft to the
touch ass. "Right here?" I asked almost in a whisper. "Right here." He
stated sincerely and ever so lovingly. It was in his touch. It was in the
tone of his now very deep voice. But most of all, it was in his honest
brown eyes. I knew I too had to partake of him right here- right now.

I slid down to the floor and asked him to sit up. When he did so, with an
inquisitive look in his eyes, I started to slowly caress his thighs through
the fabric of his black dress pants. He exhaled deeply and threw his head
back, shutting his eyes. After a few seconds of this I proceeded by undoing
his belt, unsnapping his pants and of course, unzipping them. My only guide
was what I felt inside was right. As soon as I did this I leaned ahead to
inhale the heat which emanated from his now semi-exposed body. My god he
smelled so good. Musky, yet flowery. A man indeed. I tugged at his pants a
little and he soon picked up his hips so that I could pull them down. All
the way down to his knees actually. I again tugged at his hips, this time
enticing him to slide ahead. Just a little.

There he was. To do with as I pleased. It was such an invigorating
experience. A first indefinitely. I leaned forward again but this time
pressed my lips against his dick through his underwear. He complied with an
intense whimper. I slid my hands under his briefs through the leg holes and
continued to rub and massage his thighs, hips, and whatever my hands could
reach.

For some reason my feelings became so intense that I could not contain
them. All at once my urges said that I had to have him now. With one quick
tug I had his underwear down with his pants and engulfed his dick into my
wanting mouth. Oh, it was so good. Hot, salty, smooth. I had reached the
gateway to nirvana. One of the many gateways. I slid my mouth up and down
his shaft in a pumping motion. I tongued the underside on my way down and
sucked like a vacuum on my way up. Steve was everywhere but there once I
started doing that. His moans, his cries, and his voice told me this
much. He was so into the moment that his hands would wonder aimlessly from
my back, to my head, to my shoulders... they were everywhere.

I wasn't finished. There was something else I was craving to do. I removed
Steve's manhood from my mouth and looked him in the eyes. "Trust me." I
stated. He just looked at me with no particular expression through his lust
glazed eyes. I smiled and looked back to his body before me. I began to rub
my hands up and down his legs, eventually resting them on the underside of
his knees. From there I pushed up so that they would bend the further his
legs moved towards his torso. I had him spread eagle in front of me. Now I
had full view of his dick, his balls and his ass. Yes... his ass. I haven't
done it before this, but it is something I have been desiring to do for oh
so long. I smiled up at him again and lowered my face to that space between
his balls and asshole. With a clear mind, or perhaps a mind that had
virtually everything running through it at once, I began to lick at the
smooth surface. "Oh god!" Steve moaned and thrusted forward. He was much
more enthusiastic than I thought he would be.

I removed my hands from under his knees, knowing that he would now stay in
that position. With my now free hands I explored every millimeter of his
ass possible. It felt so good to touch. Now was the moment that I was
waiting for. I slid my tongue down... down to the outer rim of his hole.
With one quick movement I drilled it as deep as the tight orifice would
allow me. "Oh MY God!" He yelled, then moaned, ending in a whimper" I
continued my assault for a few seconds then looked up at him, into his
beautiful eyes. "I never realized how amazing that felt" He gasped.

I just continued to stare into the windows of his soul. I let myself be
consumed by them. I looked back down at his ass then back at him. I had no
control over my thoughts. He looked down at my still clothed body then back
to my eyes. Without a word, he nodded his head. I knew what he meant.

A slight wave of nervousness made its way through my body. It quickly
subsided and gave way to anticipation, excitement, and of course
exhilaration. I quickly unsnapped my pants and shed them and my underwear
as fast as possible. I was well on my way to being the hardest I have ever
been in my life. Steve too managed to kick off his clothes from around his
ankles.

I thought for a brief moment then decided what I was going to do. I jumped
up on the couch, took one look at Steve, smiled then straddled his face. He
in turn ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft from the base to the
tip, where he consumed the head and sucked. "Ohhhhh..." I managed in a very
thick, low voice. After a few licks up and down, his saliva covered my dick
from base to tip. We both knew what was next.

I shifted off the couch and back onto the floor. Steve picked his legs up
again. It was indeed my independence day. I looked into his eyes and asked
sincerely "Are you sure?" Without a word, just a nod, then closing his eyes
and resting his head on the back of the couch I proceeded.

I lightly pressed the head of my cock against his hole where his saliva
mixed with mine. I rubbed it in ever so gently until I felt him to be more
relaxed. I looked back at his face, with his eyes still closed, then back
to his ass then pushed a little more assertively. Before I knew it, the
head was inside him. "Ohhhhhh. Ah-Ahhh." Was all that he could manage for a
response. With his eyes tightly shut I felt his body slide ahead ever so
slightly. He was into it. He had to be. With what I could gather to be
enjoyment I pushed more until, slowly, my entire dick was inside him.
Inside the man I loved oh so much. I was rather surprised when I felt his
hands reach around me as far as they could and grabbed my ass. When I
looked up at his face his eyes were open, but glazed over. The expression
on his face was one that I had never seen from him before. It was lustful,
wanting, innocent, and it had a slight hint of pain mixed with three parts
pleasure. It enthralled me.

I was then taken by his words. "Fuck me." My jaw must have dropped. I was a
little bit of everything at that moment. The animal that is a part of all
mankind showed itself. Instinct overcame him. Before I could say anything
he spoke again. "Fuck me Dave. Please." He panted. I needed no further
invitation.

Steve allowed me to show my instincts then as well. I thrusted in and out of
him like a dog in heat. With each thrust inward I felt the softness of his
butt against my inner thighs, the area just above my dick. With each thrust
out I felt the tight grip he had on the head of my cock. I was justified
for once in my life. When I got into a rhythm and no longer needed the
guidance of my fingers, I used my free hands to cup the cheeks of his ass
on either side of my plunging member. Steve was fiercely jacking off with
his right hand and was pinching his tits with his left. We were both well
into the moment that we forgot we were on the living room couch.

My own self control betrayed me. I felt that tingle deep within my scrotum.
It would soon be time. I looked into Steve's eyes and stated almost
apologetically that I was going to cum soon. I didn't want it to end. "Do
it inside me." He stated hoarsely through the heavy breathing being done
through his mouth. "Cum inside you?" I was a little shocked. "Please...
yes... I want you to cum inside me." I never argued. With that I started to
pump in and out of him with force, causing him to moan heavily once again.
Not even half a minute later I was about ready to peak. "Oh. Oh yes, Steve.
Please. Oh yes. Steveley. God. Oh... ohhh!. With one last jolt of my body I
began to shoot the physical form of my love deep inside of him. I moaned
and whimpered like a wounded animal. My hands all over him, my mind and
soul flirting with the interior of nirvana's gates.

With my eyes tightly shut and now coming off the peak of my orgasm I heard
Steve cry out with one loud, sharp yelp. "Oh! Dave!" His voice faltered and
it trembled greatly. There was power within it. "Yes..." I opened my eyes
and watched as his dick shot off three or four shots of hot cum. I still
was not thinking with my brain, and I leaned forward and took the head of
his cock into my mouth, catching all the remaining jism left to come out.

It was thick. It had a rather odd taste. Sweet, yet bitter. Knowing that it
was from Steve made it totally enjoyable though. He moaned long and steady
as I sucked him dry.

Once I softened and pulled out of him, I dragged myself up onto the couch
beside him where we both reveled in the after glow of the most beautiful
event either of us have ever had. I kissed him gently on the lips and threw
my arm across his chest.

It was now only shortly after five in the afternoon so we both agreed that
we would stretch out on his bed for a few minutes. Steve even set his alarm
just in case we did over sleep, and end up having someone else wake us
up. No excuse would be good enough for that.

I laid on his bed back in my underwear when Steve came in with a giant down
filled comforter, threw it over me and got in beside me wrapping his right
left around my waist. "I love you". "I love you too Steve."

We drifted off into a beautiful rest...

				 ********

I woke up to the sound of the annoying digital horn noise beckoning for us
to rise from our slumber. It startled me so much that I convulsed and
tensed up. I heard Steve let out a sigh and felt his body shift in the
darkness to shut off the noise emanating from the black box on the night
stand.

He rolled back over and rested his chest on my side. "Are you ok?" He asked
me as played with my earlobe between his thumb and index finger. "Yeah. I-
I guess I just had a weird dream." I stated then paused. "What time is it?"
"7:30" He said. "We should really get up. Everyone should be home shortly,
and I thought we would leave before then." "Yeah. Sure." I said slowly as I
rolled off the bed, still feeling rather tired.

After we both freshened up a little, we put on our jackets and walked
outside. We both decided it was nice enough to walk rather than take the
car. It really was a beautiful November night. The sky was so clear. You
could see the constellation Orion directly above us. When we exhaled, the
air made itself visible as it froze in the chilled atmosphere.

Steve's street was dark tonight. Almost eerie. It was like civilization had
up and moved in one afternoon. There were a few houses with the outside
lights on, but most were dark inside and out. While I was contemplating
this, Steve's warm hand grabbed mine.

"You know what I really miss about not being able to love you everywhere?"
He asked out of the blue. I smiled slightly. "What's that?" "It's silly
really... but I miss not being able to write your name on my books... you
know. The `Steve Loves David' stuff." He chuckled. "I told you it was
stupid." "No!" I shot back. "That's not stupid. Not at all. In fact, it
makes me feel all warm inside." I smiled at him as he looked deeply into my
eyes.

His eyes glimmered in the light of the street light we passed. He stopped
to look at me. "God, David. You know I love you so much." His voice
trembled. "That is something I would never want to change. I just don't
understand why it hurts to love you so much." He was squeezing my hand
tightly. I knew exactly what he meant. I moved forward and rested my head
on his chest, looking at the ground. A single tear fell from my eye and
landed on the sidewalk beneath us.

The world mattered not at that moment. How could anyone or any `one' even
think of persecuting what we had. We had love. You can't change love. It
just happens. Not by choice. Yet in the very same statement our love for
each other mourned the limits that we had placed upon it to keep it
secret. The only thing that kept us locked up in our own world was the
facts of our very lives. We did not live in a large center where we could
lose ourselves, we were young and financially dependent on our parents, we
were stuck. It wouldn't last forever but for the time being our survival
depended upon it.

"Steve." I looked up into his wet eyes. "I love you more than I love life
itself. You got to believe me when I say that everything will be all
right. It will. Just believe in that. In the end..." I continued.
"Everything will be as it is supposed to be." I rubbed and patted his back
with both my hands. He sobbed a little on my shoulder in the still of that
cold November night.

It wasn't long before we reached the school and the football field. There
was actually a substantial amount of people there. The majority were
cheering for the Pinks. We took to the bleachers and found a corner at the
top which seemed to be free of people. It was actually a very beautiful
night. Poetic in my mind. Somewhat somber yes, but we must remember the
beauty there is in all emotions. Life is beautiful and miraculous-
therefore everything has its degree of beauty. I've always been a lover of
life. No matter how rough it got.

Once we settled in and watched a few minutes of the game, Steve slid his
left arm around my back and rested it there. I looked over at him with a
smirk on my face. "Sneaky." I laughed. "No one will notice a thing." He
responded with a grin. I couldn't get enough of his amazing brown eyes. The
bright lights that shone upon the field made them glow like they had some
sort of lighting mechanism within. "You're so beautiful." I stated.
Surprise overcame him and he started to laugh. "I don't think you have ever
called me beautiful before!" I shrugged. "First time for everything." He
continued to laugh as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're so goofy. I
love it!" I leaned in to whisper something in his ear. "I may be goofy, but
you are a really- REALLY good fuck." I smiled coyly. I don't think I had
ever heard him laugh so hard since I first laid eyes upon him. "Naughty
boy!" He mused. "You really get off by these secret, yet public forms of
affection don't you?!" "You better believe it lover." I winked and focused
my attention back on the game.

We stayed for no more than an hour. It was clear that the Pinks were
amazingly going to win this one. Both of us were very pleased as the
football team sucked majorly so far this year. We were almost back to the
road which we came when someone called from behind.

"Steve!" He yelled. "Oh shit! It's Frank." Steve exclaimed. When I turned
around I finally realized which Frank it was. "Fuck. He has Erin with him
as well." Frank was a team mate of Steve's on the hockey team. Erin was the
hockey bitch that I argued with practically every English class. "Guards
up." I mused nervously.

"Hey!" Franked gasped from the run over. Erin several feet behind him.
"Can I get a lift to hockey practice with you tomorrow night?" He asked
Steve, glancing at me only once. "Yeah. Sure." Steve responded rather dryly
and was about to turn around and continue walking. "I heard you broke up
with Kelly." Frank continued. My eyes almost popped out of my head. "What?"
I said rather loudly. Steve looked at me wanting to say something, but
couldn't find the right words. He looked over to Frank and Erin who was now
standing beside him, both looking very curiously and expectantly at Steve.
"Yes. I did." He said simply enough. "Why?" Erin spoke up in her well
practiced bitchy tone. Steve remained silent for a few seconds then looked
at Frank, then to Erin. "It's not really any of your business but if you
must know." He paused and looked at me then back to Erin. I thought that
was it. He fell off the edge. "We never really were right for each other."
He finished. I gasped audibly. Erin just looked at him like she was a
little disgusted and simply responded "Oh."

Steve told them that we had to go, and we all went our respective ways.

Once we were a safe distance from them I spoke up. "So... you already broke
up with Kelly?" He looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry." He sighed. "I
was going to tell you tomorrow at school." I thought about that. "Oh, so I
guess that was what the whole just wait until Monday thing was all about
then?" I smirked. "Yeah... that's right." "Well thank god. I thought it was
going to be a lot more serious." I said with a chuckle. "You thought I was
going to blow our cover back there didn't you?" I finally clued in to what
he had asked, then it all came rushing back. "YES! You scared the hell out
of me." I started to laugh helplessly. "I knew I did, just by the look on
your face." He grinned and hugged me in tight to his body, half dragging me
as he continued to walk. "Ack! Steve!" I protested but he just kept walking.
We played like this all the way back to his place.

				**********

When we approached the house we could see the faint glimmer of a television
through the living room window. "I think your parents are back." I stated.
"Or Jesse is back." He added. "I don't think he will recognize you as the
person under me in bed that morning." He winked. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Lets hope so any way."

Steve opened the front door and motioned for me to go in first. "I see
someone else's mother raised a gentleman too." I mused one last time. Since
it was too late for Steve to comment as we had entered the house he grabbed
my ass rather roughly. I was not expecting this and let out a rather loud
yelp.

"Steve? Is that you?" A younger image of Steve appeared from the kitchen. It
was obvious that Steve found my little squeal rather hilarious as he was
bent over laughing. Jesse just stood there trying to figure out what just
happened. Through his laughter, Steve introduced me to Jesse. "I'll be right
back." Steve stated just before he ran up the stairs, leaving me with Jesse.

"Hey" I said with a small smile. "I'm Dave." "Jesse." He responded shortly
while looking me over. He stopped and stared at my the floor just in front
of me for quite some time. He looked as if he were pondering something
heavy. After about half a minute or so I felt a little uncomfortable and
asked him what was wrong. What he said hit me like a ton of bricks. "Nice
shoes."

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