Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 19:41:12 -0500
From: vidboyx2001@hotmail.com
Subject: The Champion - Part 2

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Similarities to any
persons, both alive and dead are strictly unintentional. This is a story
about two boys in love and if this type of story offends you, please do not
read it.

Thanks to everyone for all the positive feedback! This next chapter is for
everyone who wrote in. Enjoy!

The Champion - Part 2

	Cracking my eyes open, the morning sun seared my eyes, forcing me
to close them once again. I found myself shivering and realized that I was
alone underneath the blanket that Will and I had slept under last night -
the night of the championship. What the hell was I thinking last night when
I just spilled my guts to him like a lovesick little schoolgirl? I would be
lucky if he hadn't woken up and split, leaving me here all by myself.
	Even though I didn't want to, I cracked my eyes open and saw Will,
standing in the same place we had been standing last night when we had
kissed - when Will Bergeron, my best friend and fantasy, had kissed me.
	Of course he hadn't left. He was the one who had put our lips
together. I may have been buzzed last night, but I still remembered
that. We may have lost the championship, but I had gained a champion.
	Maybe.
	I didn't like that the dark and morose expression that had been on
Will's face last night had returned this morning. The alcohol had loosened
him up last night, but now the light of day made that expression look like
one a lost and frustrated child would have if his parents had told him that
he couldn't have something.
	"Morning," I said groggily.
	"Hey," he said without turning.
	"Come here and lie down with me."
	"There are some joggers over there," he said pointing to the levee
in the distance.
	I looked at him like he had kittens crawling out of his ears. "So
what!"
	"So, they might see us."
	"Who gives a rat's ass if they see us?"
	Will turned to face me. "Look, Drew, I don't think that we should
be seen, you know, doing shit like that."
	"Why not?"
	"Okay, Drew. . . that wasn't a love tap that I showed you last
night. And that was for losing a fucking football game. Can you fucking
imagine what he would do if he found out that his son was a. . . a. . ."
	My mouth dropped open. "Fag?" I said. "Christ, you can't even
fucking say it, can you?"
	Will sighed. "Drew, don't make this any harder than it already is."
	"Harder!" I shouted. "What the fuck are you trying to say, Will?
What the fuck was last night all about?"
	"Last night was about honesty, because I don't want any secrets
between us.  We know how we feel about each other now but that doesn't
change the fact that there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe once we're
in college - "
	"College? Yeah, that'll be great. You're going to LSU and I'm going
to Tulane.  We'll see each other during Christmas and maybe spring
break. Look, I understand you're worried that people won't understand, but
. well, nobody has to know.  It'll be just you and me and no one else has
to know any different."
	"I don't know if I have the strength to do that, bud," he replied.
	My eyes welled up with tears. They spilled over and began flowing
down my face. "Please . Will . you can't take me to the top of the mountain
and show me all that I can have, just to throw me back down. Please
. please ." It sounded so pitiable, but I just couldn't help it.
	He came and knelt down beside me, taking my hand in his. "Tell me
what I can do to make things okay?"
	I looked him in the eye. "You can tell me you love me and kiss me."
	His eyes never left mine. "I do love you, Drew." He leaned in . and
kissed me on the cheek.
	I chuckled to myself and stood up, nodding my head. "I see - it's
okay. Ha .  Christ . I can't believe I was crying like a little bitch. How
fucking pathetic was that?"
	"Drew ."
	"I think I want to go home now."
	"Drew!"
	I started walking to the jeep. "Yep, I really want to go home now."
	"Drew, I'm sorry!"
	"Join the fucking club, bro," I said climbing into the passenger
seat, where I sat and waited.

	The ride home was, of course, silent. As soon as I got home, I tore
upstairs and ran into my room. I grabbed my acoustic guitar and started
strumming. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if maybe I wasn't
handsome enough for Will. I thought about it for a second and shook my
head. I'm a very handsome guy. Weighing in at 180 and standing 5'10", I was
pretty decently built. My hair is a dark chestnut brown that's slightly
wavy if I let it get long, but I usually keep it the way that it is now -
cut short and combed forward. My face is smooth except for a small patch of
hair on my chin that I keep trimmed short. I've been told before that I
have bedroom eyes; it kind of looks like I'm squinting all the time - well
less extreme than that. I guess you could say that I have Richard Gere
eyes. Yeah, I decided that I'm not all that repulsive.  Beating the strings
helped to calm my nerves, but after two hours of playing nothing but minor
chords, I decided to throw on my headphones and listen to somebody else
sing depressing songs. As luck would have it, I had mixed a CD for just
such a mood. That didn't help all that much either, so I decided to drown
out all sound and thought by loading up my Disturbed CD and cranking the
volume up to deafening.
	That was much better. I even cracked a smile.
	Someone tapping me on the shoulder stirred me out of my
metal-thrashing daze. I looked up to see my sister standing over me. My
sister was almost two years younger than I was, but she was more mature
than a lot of people. In fact, she was the only one in my family who knew
that I liked playing with boys more than I liked playing with girls.
	"Mom wants to know if you're gonna be moping in your room all day
about losing the game or if you're going to come down to lunch," she said.
	"I told him, Jen."
	"Told who - wait - no fucking way! I want ever detail or I swear to
God, I will hunt you down!" Jen plopped down on my bed and I relayed the
whole story beginning with the game last night.
	"That fucking asshole!" she yelled.
	From downstairs, I heard my mom bellowing. "Lunch! Come on guys!"
	Jen processed mom's screaming and immediately turned back to me. "I
tell you what you should do."
	I sighed. This should be good. "What?"
	"Don't let him see you hurt. Hang out with your friends and be
social. If I know men half as well as I think I do, it'll drive him wild to
think that the world doesn't revolve around himself."
	"Well, what about my birthday party?"
	"Invite him, but don't make it seem like you're going out of your
way to invite him, and he'll go crazy cause you'll be inviting everyone and
it'll look like he's just another face in the crowd."
	"I guess anything is worth a shot," I said with exasperation.
	"Now let's go eat . I'm starving."

	The next week at school, I followed Jen's advice and got really
loud and social with my group of friends. I think that Will was a little
intimidated by my jolly mood and genial disposition because he shied away
from me whenever he saw me.
	Good, I thought. Let him feel uncomfortable.
	The Tuesday before my party, I consciously approached Will and told
him about the party Friday night and that I hoped he would come. Of course,
my words were dripping with sarcasm and I think that put him on the
defensive.
	"Well, I'll see what I can do to be there."
	I was trying so damn hard to be mean, but I just couldn't do it
staring into those lost puppy dog eyes of his. "Look, it would mean a lot
to me if you could be there, okay?"
	He smiled. "Okay."

	Friday came a lot faster than I thought and I felt thoroughly
unprepared for Will's arrival. We hadn't said much to each other after the
party invite and, frankly, I didn't think much about it until that night. I
wanted to try and salvage the friendship that we had. I still wanted to
believe that there might be more, but I resigned myself to the fact that
there probably wouldn't be.
	About half of the football team and a few others from school showed
up.  This weekend was my parent's anniversary, as well, and they told me
not to let things get too out of control, as they would be staying on the
Gulf Coast for the weekend.  My sister was sleeping over at a friend's to
give me a little privacy. My parties usually didn't get too wild since all
I had was one keg of Bud and I made everyone smoke pot in the backyard
instead of inside the house.
	I usually stayed pretty close to the door in anticipation, but the
hour kept getting later and there was still no sign of Will. By the time
midnight came along, most of the party had broken up and moved on to other
places. I walked the last few people out at about one and started cleaning
up.
	"He didn't show," I said to myself. "I can't believe he didn't
show."
	I decided to clean up the rest of the mess tomorrow. It had been a
long night and I was drained. Grabbing a bottle of water, I trudged
upstairs, tore my clothes off and climbed into bed wearing only my
boxer-briefs. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I began to doze off.

	I dreamt of football. I was running down the field and I looked up
and saw the ball coming towards me. I caught it and ran as fast as I could
to the end zone. I ran into it and I heard everyone cheering. The team came
and picked me up and carried me on my shoulders. Then, just like a movie,
the crowd parted and Will walked right through it and came up to me. He
pulled me down to him and threw me into a giant bear hug.  He pulled back
and looked me straight in the eyes. Pulling me to him, his lips parted and
came in to meet mine and -
	Goddamn it! What the fuck was that tapping sound?
	I opened my eyes and peeled the sheet from my body to get out of
bed.  Coming to my window, I heard another tapping. Looking at my watch, I
saw that it was two-thirty in the morning. I got to the window, looked
down, and saw Will standing below looking up at my window expectantly.
	"Please let me in!" he shouted.
	I sighed and went downstairs. Opening the door, I saw him standing
there shivering. "Yes?" I said.
	"Can I come in?"
	"No," I said preparing to shut the door.
	"I got you a present."
	"Present, huh?" I opened the door wider and let him come in and
then shut and locked the door behind him. "This had better be good."
	He brought it from around his back and held it out to me in his
outstretched hands. "Here," he said.
	I looked at it and then him. "Will, that's an old football."
	"Yeah, I know. Do you know what's so special about this football
though?"
	"No, but you may have to beat me upside the head with that thing to
contain my excitement."
	Will smiled. "You know, you're getting better and better at the
whole sarcastic asshole thing."
	"It's a gift."
	"Can I please finish?" he asked. After I nodded, he
continued. "This is the football from the homecoming game last year."
	"The Jesuit game?"
	"Yeah, remember Billy Somers got injured and I got put in as QB
early in the game. Well, we went on to win that game because I had
completed six passes to you and you scored two touchdowns. Afterwards, I
got the game ball, but I'll never forget that it was you and me who had won
that game together. It was the first time I realized how great we were
together - how perfect for each other we were."
	I took the ball from his hands and sighed. "Thanks, but you'll
understand if this doesn't help the fact that you've made up your mind."
	"We can't do this -"
	"Jesus!" I shouted. "Fine, okay, I understand. We can't do this. We
can't live our lives like perverted little fags! I got it! I got the
picture, okay!"
	He took a step closer to me. "Actually, what I meant was - we can't
keep on denying how we feel. I know I can't - can you?"
	I was silent. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the words
that were coming out of his mouth. "What are you saying?" I finally asked.
	"I'm saying I want to try things out. Like you said, in secret. And
we'll see where we can go from there, okay?"
	"I swear to God if you fuck with me -" But before I could finish
the sentence his lips were on mine once again and we were kissing
passionately. After a minute of frenching, I smiled and pulled away
laughing. I jumped up into his arms.  "Let's go upstairs."
	"Umm," his said straining. "You're kinda heavy, dude."
	"Oh, for fuck's sake," I said climbing back down. I grabbed his
hand and we flew up the stairs.

	Once we entered my room, I threw Will onto my bed and climbed on
top of him.  He reached around my broad back and ran his hands along the
smooth skin and pulled me down so that we could begin kissing again. We did
so for several minutes before I sat back up and grabbed his shirt (the
Structure one that I had given him for Christmas, I noticed) at the
waistband and pulled off.
	I had seen Will shirtless countless times before either in the
showers or when we were fishing, but I had never been able to admire the
beauty of it before. I leaned down and kissed his shoulders working my way
down his arm and then back up. I pulled his arm up over his head and kissed
the tuft of hair in his pit. He had the smell of being freshly showered but
with that intoxicating, lingering scent of manhood that drove me wild.
	I continued kissing along his chest and came to his nipples. They
were hard as diamond and I loved being able to give them the kind of
attention I've always wanted to.  I licked around them with my tongue and
would take each into my mouth and ever so slightly would apply pressure
with my teeth, causing Will to gasp each time.
	Travelling down his chest I came to the very light trail of hair
that started at the top of his abdomen, down through his belly button and
down into the cargo shorts and boxers that he always wore. When I got to
his belly button, he started giggling which caused me to smile. I followed
that precious treasure trail further and further down until I got to his
pants. I unbuttoned them and pulled off the shorts. Then I put my hand on
his tight tummy and proceeded to kiss my way into the top of his boxers.
	That's when I noticed that he was shaking. I looked up concerned to
see him staring right back down at me. "What's wrong?" I asked.
	"Nothing," he said. "Just super nervous. You . you're my first."
	My eyes widened. "You mean you never . "
	He shook his head.
	"Not even with Kim?"
	"Kim didn't care about sex and I didn't care for sex with Kim. She
only wanted to date the school quarterback."
	"But all your talk in the locker room - "
	"It was just jock talk."
	I closed my eyes and rubbed my head against his upper thigh. "I'm
so glad that we can both be each others first."
	"You, too?" he asked.
	"Yep, so don't be too hard on me."
	"Too late," he said sheepishly.
	I opened my eyes and saw the tent that had formed in the middle of
Will's boxers.  I grabbed the waistband and pulled down. And there it
was. More beautiful than I had ever imagined. In the showers, I noticed
that it hung about four inches, but now here, in front of me, it had filled
out to a beautiful seven and a half inches of cut manhood. I gently took it
into one hand and with my other, I reached up and rubbed along Will's
stomach and pects. I opened my mouth and I began.
	It felt so natural, so right. All doubts and fears about being gay
were washed away because I realized that this is who I was. I remembered
everything about that moment for the rest of my life.
	Will still trembled beneath me and took my hand and brought it to
his face.  He kissed it and began sucking my fingers all the while
whimpering and saying, "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God . "
	I continued to go down on my friend-turned-lover until I heard high
pitched breathing that was picking up pace. I could feel the power building
up inside of him cause I could feel every muscle in his body tense up,
preparing for his first orgasm with another person.
	"Will," he moaned. "I'm . I'm . aaaahhhh"
	I felt the release followed by this strange taste in my mouth. I
knew that it was coming and I swallowed as much as I could. Finally, I
pulled my mouth off and pumped the rest out. I reached down and grabbed the
bottle of water and an old tee shirt lying on the floor. I wet the shirt
and cleaned Will off.
	"Damn! That's cold!" he said laughing.
	"I don't want you to be sticking to your leg in the morning."
	He smiled. "Come here."
	I leaned down and he took me into his arms. He began kissing down
my chest, moving his way down towards my boxer-briefs. I stopped him and
pulled him back up.  "We've got plenty of time this weekend," I
said. "Let's just relax and enjoy our first step for a while."
	I lay behind him and put my arms around his chest. I rested my
cheek on the back of his neck so that I could enjoy the scent of his
cologne all night. Every few minutes, I would kiss the back of his neck,
almost instinctively.
	"I love you, Drew," he said after we had been lying in silence for
almost ten minutes. "I love you so fucking much it hurts."
	"I love you too, dude." My smile almost cracked my face as I
drifted off into the best sleep I had in weeks.


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