Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 14

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Copyright 2001, Duke Price

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!

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Justin said, "Come on, let’s go shoot some hoops!"

Jeff drove up in his Chevy pickup truck as we started playing. Justin said, "Dude!"

Jeff jumped out his pickup wearing only some loose fitting shorts, smiling and looking at each of us he said, "Justin, Con, and…Ryan."

Throwing the basketball to Jeff, Justin said, "Come on, it’ll be me and Ryan against you and Con."

Justin threw the basketball back to Justin and said, "You’re on, stud!"

We set up positions with me taking a defensive posture with Ryan and Jeff with Justin. Justin threw the ball to Ryan as he dribbled the ball to get an open shot. I was on Ryan like a bee to honey but then Justin set up a screen so now it was up to me to guard Justin. Ryan went head to head with Jeff, dribbling the ball between his legs, trying to fake him out. I noticed that Jeff kept rubbing up against Ryan and putting his hands on his ass. It distracted me and Justin was able to get out into the open for the shot. Ryan and Justin gave each other high fives. This went on for an hour and the longer we played the more pissed off I was getting. He was all over Ryan but because Jeff and I were on the same team I couldn’t very well tell him that he was making foul after foul. At one point Ryan had his back to Jeff and Jeff reached over from behind, grabbing the ball. I know that it was only a few seconds but after holding Ryan in sort of a doggy style position for what seemed an eternity he yelled, "Jump ball!"

Justin and Ryan easily kicked our butts and, looking quite jubilant, Justin said, "Come on, dudes, let go around the back and get something to drink!"

Jeff came up behind Ryan and slapped his butt and said, "Nice game!"

Smiling, Ryan said, "Thanks, Jeff!"

We sat down on the lawn chairs and drank our sodas. I almost choked when I looked over at Jeff who had his legs spread wide with his privates hanging out. Jeff looked over at Ryan and said, "Hey, guys, I’ve got four tickets to the hockey game this Friday, would you like to go?"

I could see Ryan’s eyes dart down at Jeff’s package and then quickly focus on something else. Ryan said, "Sounds like a good time!"

"Justin, can you see if Jessica can go?"

Ryan looked at me and then at Justin.

Justin said, "Yeah, Jessica loves hockey…I know she’ll want to go."

Ryan said, "What about Con?"

Jeff said, "Dude, I only have four tickets! I can give Ryan mine."

I said, "No, I don’t want you to do that." Lying, I said, "I’ve got plans Friday!"

Jeff said, "Ok, then it’s set. I’ll pick you guys up so we can all go to the game together!"

Jeff said, "Hey, why don’t I go run and get us some munchies so we can sit around the pool and shoot the shit tonight!"

Justin said, "Bro, I’m expecting Jessica any minute, why don’t you guys go. I’ll wait here!"

Jeff said, "Come on, guys, let’s go!"

We piled into the truck with Ryan in the middle. The truck had a stick shift on the floor so that whenever he shifted gears his arm would rub up against Ryan’s leg. It got to the point where Jeff using Ryan’s leg as an armrest. I was trying not to lose my temper. I could feel the jealousy within me building. Ryan was quiet and I couldn’t tell what was going through his head. Jeff droned on and on about boring shit. Then I was totally positive that he was coming on to Ryan when we got out onto the highway and he put his arm behind Ryan. I wanted to say something but I didn’t because in the back of my mind I kept telling myself that I was overreacting. A gay man who wanted to keep it a secret would never be doing this. He’s way too obvious! So then I rationalized that maybe this is how jocks act, just like when they slap each other on the butt after making a great play. The only thing that’s missing here is the…great play!

We came back with munchies and that’s when Jeff asked us all if we wanted to smoke some weed. Justin said, "Yeah, dude!"

Jeff lit up and took a long hit. He slowly exhaled and said, "This is some good shit!"

He passed it to Justin who then passed it to Jessica. Jessica passed it to Ryan. Ryan looked hesitant but then Justin said, "Dude, you don’t have try it if you don’t want to."

Ryan took it from Jessica and took a hit and started coughing as the smoke came out of his mouth. He smiled and handed it to me. My conscience was saying, ‘Con, you shouldn’t be doing this!’ But then I looked at Ryan and he just shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. So I took a hit. We kept passing the joint around and taking hits. I started feeling really very strange. I noticed that Ryan was laughing at absolutely everything and his eyes were bloodshot. Jeff rolled another joint and sat next to Ryan. He lit it up and handed it to Ryan. Ryan continued to giggle uncontrollably and was now leaning against Jeff as he laughed at his stupid comments.

I was feeling sick to my stomach so I just sat there watching their bizarre behavior. Jessica and Justin got up and went inside. So now it was just the three of us. Jeff kept offering Ryan more weed. They just sat there smiling at each other. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I wanted to leave but I was worried about Ryan, so I said, "Ryan, maybe you should lay off the weed for a while and go to bed?"

Ryan turned to me, smiling, and said, "Con, why don’t you buzz off, man!"

Giggling, Jeff said, "Yeah, Con, why don’t you go fly away!"

Ryan was practically rolling on the ground in hysterics.

"Come on, Ryan, let’s go in! You’ve had enough!"

"I’m having fun, Con! Where’s the fucking munchies, man!"

Jeff quickly got up to get another bag of chips. Getting scared, I said, "Please, Ryan…let’s go to bed!"

Ryan said, "Go ahead and go to bed! I’m starving! Where’s the chips?"

I got up and went in and sat at the kitchen table, sipping on my Coke, trying to soothe my sore throat. I could hear them continuing to laugh but then after a while it got quiet. I was worried so I went outside to make sure that Ryan was Ok. When I went out I could see Ryan with his head tilted back. His eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face as Jeff was kissing his neck and fondling his package. I felt the jealousy build within me and I yelled, "What the fuck are you doing to Ryan!"

Jeff turned to look at me and smiled at me and said, "Con, why don’t you just go fuck yourself!"

I was furious and shoved him away from Ryan. Jeff stood up and in a fit of rage started punching me. All I could do was to try to maintain a defensive posture. My arms dropped as he pounded my mid section and that’s when he started throwing punches to my head. I bent over in pain and that’s when he threw a right hook, resulting in me going airborne. The last thing I remember is hitting the back of my head on something hard. Then everything went black. The next thing I remember is waking up with a terrible headache and this very bright light shining in my eyes. I could hear someone say, "Con, wake up! Move your arms! Good! Now move your legs! Good! How many fingers am I holding up?"

Trying to focus, I said, "Eight."

Then I heard someone say, "I think he’s going to be ok! We’ll observe him overnight!"

I couldn’t focus on anything and when I tried to focus the room would start spinning, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again I found Mom and Dad sleeping in the corner of the room. I could at least focus now but whenever I moved my head the room would start to spin so I tried to lie still. My nose felt weird and I couldn’t breathe through it. The doctor did another assessment and told me that I had a concussion and would need to stay for observation. When he left I smiled at Mom and Dad. Mom gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "Ow, my face hurts!"

Dad said, "You’re pretty swollen, Son. Your nose is broken and they had to pack it."

"So that’s why I can’t breathe through it!"

Dad said, "Ryan wants to see you, Con."

"Send him in."

"We’ll go get a bite to eat so you two can be alone."

"Ok, Dad."

Ryan came through the door, looking like a little boy. He said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure, come on in!"

"How are you doing?"

"Well, other than the pain, I think I’m doing OK!"

He kept his distance. "Come over here, I’m having troubles focusing on you."

Ryan did as I said and stood by my side. He wouldn’t look at me, so I reached up and grabbed his hand. Ryan finally looked me in the eyes. That’s when I noticed that he had this huge shiner. His left eye was almost closed shut. "Shit! Whose fist did you walk into?"

Ryan squeezed my hand and began sobbing uncontrollably. I pulled him down to me and he laid his head on my chest. I patted his head with my hand. Ryan finally quieted and said, "I thought I’d lost you!"

"I could say the same about you! You and Jeff seemed to be hitting it off pretty well! So are we still a couple?"

Ryan knelt down next to the bed and laid his face on the back of my hand and began crying again. Between sobs he said, "Con, please forgive me!"

"What exactly happened last night?"

Ryan wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "All I remember is that we started smoking pot. After that, things started to get really foggy…almost like a dream. In that dream I remember doing things that I fear really happened!"

"Go on! What else do you remember?"

"I’m embarrassed to say!"

"Tell me anyway!"

"Well, in my dream I remember Jeff coming on to me and it was like I couldn’t resist him."

"Yeah, go on!"

"Well, then I remember you getting jealous and then I told you to buzz off. Please tell me that it really didn’t happen that way!"

I took a deep breath and said, "Well, Ryan, I’m not going to lie to you, but that’s pretty much the way it happened. I left you two alone for a while and when you both quit laughing I went out to check on you and I found him kissing your neck and playing with your package. I got pissed off and shoved him. That’s when he went ballistic and started pounding on me. I blacked out after I hit my head on something."

Ryan was trying to fight off the tears and said, "Well I remember him beating on you and that’s when I tried to help you out. He turned on me and punched me. After punching me he ran off."

"One of the things that bothers me about what happened last night is that it’s obvious that the pot lowered your inhibitions and I can’t help but thinking that you deep down wanted to do those things with Jeff."

Ryan looked even more uncomfortable and then said, "Con, I think he is good looking but you have to believe me when I say that I thought it was just a dream!"

"So you dream about doing it with him?"

"No, I dream of making love to you!"

Nodding, I said, "Ryan, please promise me that you won’t string me along if you want out of our relationship!"

Ryan kissed my cheek and said, "I love you, Con! I want us to stay together! I’d be devastated if we broke up!"

We didn’t say anything for a while and then I said, "Ryan, it sounds like you want us to continue as a couple so I’m going to say this only once. If you smoke any more pot or start doing drugs I will break up with you. I couldn’t handle that. You became a totally different person and you know what scared me the most?"

With tears rolling down his cheeks and sniffling, "No, what?"

"You seemed to be really enjoying the effects of the pot!"

"OH, Con, I promise not to ever take drugs again! Please forgive me!"

"I forgive you, Ryan. I love you and I know that I just couldn’t bear to watch you destroy your life doing drugs!"

"I promise you, that I will never do drugs again!"

Ryan stood up and kissed my cheek. "Ow, my face really hurts!"

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he said, "I’m going to get the nurse."

"Don’t bother asking for pain medication, the nurse won’t give me anything because they don’t want to alter my level of consciousness. If I start having neurological problems they don’t want to confuse it with some type of drug reaction."

"Is there anything I can do for you, Con?"

"Yeah, just sit here with me. I’m going to take a little nap."

Ryan pulled up a chair next to the bed and held my hand as I drifted off to sleep.



Where the heck am I? It is dark and I’m in an alley. There are tall buildings on both sides. I feel like I am being watched but despite this I feel the need to trek forward. I could feel shivers running up and down my spine as I forced myself to continue onward. As I continued down the alley I came upon a dumpster. Sitting next to it was a young man who appeared to be sleeping. His golden locks partially covered his eyes. I didn’t want to disturb him but as I made my way past him he opened his eyes. His angelic face was in direct contrast to his glowing eyes. I froze as I studied his face, trying to determine if he was friendly or not. His eyes mesmerized me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him and so I looked at the rest of his body. His lips seemed to smile at me. He had a broad nose and his nares flared a little in sort of a sniffing action. He had on a white tank top type T-shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. His knees were bent with his strong arms draped over his knees. I was just about to say something when our eyes finally made contact. I tried to look away but I couldn’t. His eye color would alternate between shades of brown and amber. I finally found the courage to speak, "Hi, my name is Con, what’s yours?"

"Don’t you know who I am?"


"I am whatever you want me or need me to be."

"But…I…don’t need…" Then it occurred to me that he wasn’t speaking. I could hear his thoughts.

His eyes flashed and he said, "I am here for you."

"Why are you here?"

"To relieve your pain."

"My pain? I’m not having pain!"

"But you ARE in pain. I can take that pain away!"

He stood up and approached me. He began to circle me and I turned my head to follow his movements. Looking me up and down he said, "You are beautiful, Con! Has anyone ever said that to you?"

"I have a friend who finds me attractive."

"Yes, yes, I can see him in your heart. You love him very much, but I can see that he’s hurt you. You fear that he’s found someone else. Poor Con, what will you do without Ryan?"

"Shut up! He told me that he loves me!"

"Don’t forget, Con, I can see your heart! Within it there is much doubt and pain. You can’t escape it! You want to believe your parents and Ryan but you can’t help but think that they are simply protecting you from the truth!

"No! Get out of my mind!"

The boy came up behind me and grabbed my arms. I felt a sharp pain in my arm. He had tremendous strength. "Calm down! This will be painless if you would just relax!"



"Babe, please calm down! Con, please!" I opened my eyes only to see that I was surrounded by one of the nurses, Dad, Ryan, and Grandpa. They were holding me down and I could see blood everywhere.

"What are you doing to me?"

Ryan had look of fear on his face and tears in his eyes. Dad said, "Con, you pulled your IV out and we’re trying to put another one in."

Feeling embarrassed, I quit struggling. "Sorry, I must have been dreaming!"

Ryan asked, "John, is he going to be OK?"

"Well, once we get the IV in we can give him the IV contrast and do the enhanced CAT scan. Then we’ll be able to tell if he has cerebral edema or a subdural hematoma."

I could hear the panic in Ryan’s voice when he asked, "I don’t know what you’re telling me!"

"Sorry, Ryan, the CAT scan will tell us if he has swelling in his brain or if he’s bleeding."

"Dad, am I going to be OK?"

"Yes, just try to relax!"

"I was having a bad dream! I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble?"

Dad said, "Well, besides causing a bloody mess, you didn’t do any harm!"

I took a deep breath and relaxed as the nurse poked me with the needle. Then the nurse said, "There, I’m finished."

I looked up at Ryan and smiled at him. Looking relieved, he smiled at me. Ryan asked, "Nurse, is it OK if I clean him up?"

The nurse smiled and said, "I can do it. I don’t want you to be exposed to any blood."

"Oh, I don’t mind. We are…" He quit speaking and then I understood why. My grandfather was in the room.

Ryan left my side and then came back. "Here, Con, I’m going to put some Vaseline on your lips."

Then he asked, "Can he have something to wet his mouth?"

The nurse smiled and said, "Sure, he can have a sip of water."

Dad said, "Come on, Ray, let’s go get a cup of coffee!"

The nurse finished cleaning me up. Ryan sat down next to me, holding my hand and staring at me. He looked exhausted. "Ryan, why don’t you go get some rest?"

"No, I’m not leaving!"

"Come on, I’ll be OK!"

Sounding very irritated, he said, "Con, I’m NOT leaving!"

"Whoa, OK, please stay!"

"I’m sorry, Con, but everyone keeps telling me to go home, but I’m so scared! I’m worried about you!" His lips started quivering and tears began to run down his cheeks.

I smiled at him and wiped the tears from his face. Just at that moment Dad, Grandpa, and Mom opened the door. Dad said, "How’s my boy…doing?"

Dad blocked the doorway. I could see Mom and Grandpa looking over his shoulder. I could tell Dad was concerned with what we were doing so I pulled my hand away from Ryan. Ryan understood why I pulled away because I’ve told him what Grandpa’s opinion is of gays. Grandpa would flip if he found out about us! I wonder if my grandparents know about Mom and Dad getting a divorce?

Ryan pulled his hand away from mine. Grandpa said, "How’s my Grandson doing?"

"Better, Grandpa!"

"Have you been lifting weights?"

"A little but mostly wrestling."

"I can tell! I think it's time for me and your Dad are going to have to teach you self-defense!"

"Dad and Michael are going to teach us TKD!"

"Well that’s good to hear! Who’s Michael?"

Dad told Grandpa about all about Michael and joining his practice. As Dad spoke to Grandpa, Mom sat down on the other side of the bed. She smiled lovingly at me and ran her hand along my cheek. "How are you feeling, Con?"

Looking at Ryan and then back at Mom, I said, "I’m doing fine."

Mom looked at Ryan and with a knowing look on her face and said, "That’s good to hear!"

I looked at Ryan and said, "Ryan, can you ask the nurse if I can have a soda?"

Ryan said, "Sure!" And ran out of the room.

When he left the room I turned to Mom and said, "I didn’t want to say this in front of Ryan but I don’t feel very good! I feel really weird. My head hurts and the room starts spinning whenever I turn my head."

Mom said, "Honey, you can’t keep things from him."

"Yeah, but he’s so worried!"

"That’s not a good enough reason to keep things from him! In the long run, if you want him to implicitly trust you, you will need to be truthful with him. Besides, he knows without asking that you are feeling miserable."

"OK, Mom!"

Ryan came back in the room looking very frustrated and said, "She said NO!"

Laughing, I said, "That’s OK, I don’t really need a soda. Maybe you could put some more Vaseline on my lips?"

Ryan quickly put some on my lips and I smiled at him. I looked over at Grandpa to see him boring Dad to death with politics. Without being able to get a word in edgewise, all Dad could do was just sit there and nod.

The nurse came into the room and said, "We’re ready to take you for your CAT scan!"

Everyone left the room. She helped me onto the stretcher and said, "You have a very nice friend! He’s so cute!"

I smiled and said, "I know!"

"OK, let’s go."

When I was carted out of my room I was surprised to see my sister, Ryan’s parents, and Justin in the hallway. Sarah said, "Hi, Sweetie! I hope you start feeling better soon!"

"Thanks, Sarah!"

Justin walked over to me and said, "Damn, dude, you look like you ran into a Mack Truck!"

Ryan said, "Shut up!"

Ryan must have punched him because the next thing I heard was, "Ow! You didn’t have to hit me!"

Then he said, "I hope you get well soon, dude, because my Bro’s a real bitch when his precious little Conrad isn’t around to take care of him!"

Everyone was aghast at what Justin had just said, but for some reason it tickled my funny bone and I started to laugh. I immediately quit laughing when it felt like my head was about to split open. "Ow! Justin, stop! You’re making me laugh!"

Everyone glared at Justin, which made it even funnier, but I dared not laugh. I told the nurse, "Get me out of here before I blow a gasket!"

As the nurse pushed me down the hall the last thing I saw was Ryan glaring at Justin and if looks could kill…well, he’d be dead. How could I ever doubt his love for me!

After the test was finished the neurologist came in and said that everything looked fine but since I had an episode of confusion he would keep me in the hospital for another 24 hours.

There was a huge sigh of relief in the room, everyone started saying that they were going to go home, which was fine with me because I hate being the center of attention and didn’t feel like visiting. Everyone filed out. I held my hand out to Ryan and said, "Go home and get some rest. I’m going to be fine! I’m just going to sleep!"

He agreed and gave me kiss after everyone left the room. Ah…I was finally alone so I could get some shuteye.

The nurse woke me up every two hours to make sure that I was OK. It was midnight when the night nurse did one of her checks. I could hear snoring over in the corner. It was my sweet Ryan. He looks so cute when he’s sleeping. I just let him sleep. It was around 8am when I woke up and I noticed that he was sitting in the same chair, reading a book. "Whatcha reading, Ryan?"

"Mornin’, babe, my dad suggested that I read ‘Seven Habits of Highly Effective People’ by Steven Covey. I thought that this would be a great time to do some reading."

"That’s a great book! I especially enjoyed reading about the concept where he talks about our circle of influence and circle of concern. It’s helped me to put things into perspective."

"I’m sorry about what Justin said yesterday in front of your folks!"

"That’s Ok, I thought it was hilarious!"

"Yeah, well, we don’t need to raise your granddad suspicions. That guy’s almost as scary as my brother!"

"You’re right, Ryan, I just don’t feel like dealing with him right now!"

"The swelling has gone down in your face."

The doctor came in and said, "Hi, Conrad, you look better today! I think we can take the packing out of your nose."

The nurse came in with a forceps and he started pulling out the packing. He kept pulling out more and more and more. Ryan’s eyes got big as he watched the doctor remove the packing. "Damn, Doc, how much packing did you shove up there?"

Chuckling, "Enough to stop the bleeding."

It kind of made me sick to my stomach to watch him pull it out but Ryan just stood by and watched. "Ahhh, free breathing restored!"

The doctor said, "Try not to pick your nose over the next 24 hours. I wouldn’t want to have to repack your nose!"

Ryan started giggling and I said, "Neither would I!"

Then the neurologist came in and looked me over. He said that he’d let me go home this afternoon. Ryan kissed me and said, "I’m so happy that you’re going to be OK!"

It felt good to eat a regular breakfast! The nurse said that she would help me bathe. Ryan said that he could help me with it. The nurse smiled and graciously gave Ryan the honors.

I carefully washed my face with the hot washcloth. It felt great. Ryan tried to help wash my chest but I said, "Ryan, let me do it!"

Ryan said, "OK!"

After washing my front top half I began to feel nauseated. "I have to quit. I’m feeling sick to my stomach."

"Let me help you, Con!"

I handed him the washcloth and let him wash my legs and feet. Then he carefully washed my privates. I immediately got a boner. I looked at him and he had a smile on his face. After he finished patting it dry he leaned over and gave my love muscle a kiss. "Roll over, babe!"

Then he washed my back and where the good Lord split me. He dried me thoroughly and said, "All done! You can roll back." Then he helped me put on a new hospital gown.

After lying still for a while, the nausea subsided. Later in the morning Justin came in.

"Hi, dude! You look better today!"

"Thanks, Justin!"

"I’ve got someone here who owes you and Ryan an apology! Do you mind telling me why you three got into a tiff?

I looked at Ryan and he shook his head no. I said, "Justin, I don’t remember what we were even fighting about!"

"Oh, Ok. Do you mind if he comes in?"

"Sure, send him in!"

Justin came back in with Jeff trailing behind. Jeff looked really nervous. He looked at me and became very pale. He said, "I have to sit down!"

I thought he’d go sit in a chair but instead sat down on the floor and put his head between his knees. Justin yelled, "Jeff, get off of the fucking floor."

Jeff stood up. "Now, Jeff, I want you to apologize to Con and I want it to be a sincere apology."

"Ahem, Justin, I would appreciate it if you could let us talk in private?"

Justin looked menacingly at Jeff and said, "No funny business, so help me God, if you ever lay a hand on Con or my baby brother again I will rip your balls off and shove ‘em down your throat!"

Justin walked out and Jeff just stood there looking at me. "Umm, I am really sorry for what happened. I have a problem and I’m seeking help for it. You see, I’m addicted to drugs. I know it’s not an excuse for beatin’ on ya, but please believe me when I say that I’m sorry!"

"I forgive you, Jeff. I’m happy to hear that you are seeking help because you are dangerous when you are taking drugs! And because you are seeking help I’m not going to press charges, but so help me God if I ever see you strung out again I will because I truly feel that you are a threat to yourself and others! If anyone else got hurt I’d go through life feeling guilty for not having you arrested!"

Jeff started crying like a big baby. Ryan came to my side and held my hand. Then I said, "Jeff, stop crying. I want to tell you one more thing. I’m pretty sure that you are gay and you have a thing for Ryan, but I think you should know that Ryan and I are a couple."

I thought Jeff was going to throw his neck out of joint. It was probably mean on my part, but I wanted him to know about us and I thought that it might help him if he knew that we are gay and that we were pretty sure that he is too.

"You guys are gay too?"

I shook my head and said, "Yes! And I want you to quit hitting on Ryan. I know you like him and if Ryan ever decides that he wants to date you, well then, he’ll tell you. Otherwise, leave him alone!"

Jeff smiled with a look of relief and said, "Thanks, Con!"

"Thanks for what?"

"For accepting my apology and telling me that you two are gay! I don’t know anyone else who's gay! I’m so lonely and ashamed of being gay that I take drugs as a way to escape!"

"Well, Jeff, you aren’t alone and we know exactly how you feel. Maybe someday we can all be friends but not today! I’m still too pissed at you!"

"I hope we can all be friends too and I promise to stay away from drugs!"

"I want you to go now, I’m feeling nauseated again!"

"Thanks again, Con!" Jeff left the room.

Justin popped his head in through the door and said, "Everything go Ok? Did he apologize?"

Ryan said, "Yes he apologized, now leave us alone!"

"Did Con accept Jeff’s apology?"

Irritated, Ryan said, "Yes! Now go away, can’t you see that he doesn’t feel good?"

"See ya later, guys!"

"Ryan, I hate being such a baby, but I just get these waves of nausea and I’m afraid that I’m going to throw up."

"Shhh, it’s Ok! I’ll get you a cold washcloth!"

Ryan placed the washcloth on my forehead and said, "I’m proud of you, I think that you are the best boyfriend a guy could ever have!"

What he said struck me as being funny and I said, "Ryan, don’t make me laugh! Oh God, get me something to throw up in!"



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