Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 21:48:43 EST
From: Johnpaulgriffin@aol.com
Subject: country boys in the barn

Fourth period Spanish class, thank god lunch is during this
period.  It's a blessing and a curse actually; you see Reid
Wood, my object of many fantasies and extreme desire, sits
directly behind me in Spanish and for as long as I can
remember I have lusted after this man.  One might think,
"you're in high school, don't you mean boy". Using the term
boy to describe Reid would be like saying the H-bomb caused
a little bit of dust to stir.

We are both sixteen and Reid is the typical jock. Football
and baseball are his games of choice as he is too large for
basketball and track just doesn't fit.  Reid is unusually;
um shall we say. developed for a sixteen year old. He stands
a towering 6'2'' compared to my 5'10'' and weighs at least
220 pounds of pure muscle.  This musculature would be
awkward running up and down a basketball court in shorts and
a thin flimsy jersey, but his brutish and manly face looks
great in a helmet, either tackling some opponent in football
or when he is batting at the plate during a baseball game.
On days when the team is playing a game the coach makes the
players dress in slacks, a dress shirt and tie. Where most
people would wear wingtips or some other form of dress
shoes, Reid always wears cowboy boots. Reid is also on the
rodeo team for our school so he, as with most of the people
in town, knows how to dress in "cowboy professional".  He is
very proud of the many buckles he has acquired from roping
and riding his horse and bull dogging a steer and always
incorporates one of the many platter-sized buckles into his
wardrobe.

Reid and I both live in a small town in the middle of
nowhere North Carolina. Who knew that rodeo was a sport in
NC? Well, now you do!  Johnston County is home to acres and
acres of tobacco, cotton, corn and winter wheat like most of
North Carolina, but the land that is not tilled for crops is
home to several beautiful horse farms and a few thousand
acres of cattle.  Reid's family owns a horse farm about a
mile away from my family's house and he is my closest
neighbor. My house is surrounded in the summer by several
hundred acres of tobacco but fortunately my father leases
out the land and I don't have to spend my summers in the sun
scorched fields picking the drying leaves from the sap-
filled stalks. I love the sweet smell of the leaves curing
in the barns scattered around the farm, but I am ever
grateful that I don't have to deal with the chore of picking
the huge green worms from the leaves of the plant that has
been the survival of my family for generations. Beyond the
first bank of trees that protect the crops from heavy winds
is a large pond. Too small to be considered a lake but many
nice sized fish call it home. At night the bull frogs and
crickets provide a concert around the soggy banks of the
pond serenading the luminescent moon and star filled sky.
At times I could never imagine that traffic of the big city
could be any louder than the nature in my backyard.

With the rural demographics of my upbringing and the fact
that I spent summers with my father welding or working on
some type of machinery I don't act gay, hell I don't act
straight for that matter, I am just naturally masculine.  I
am not as mature as Reid, at 16 I don't even shave yet. My
skin is naturally smooth and I pull the one stray hair that
grows between my pectorals out because it looks like a hair
that has fallen from my head erroneously stuck to the skin
between my nipples.  As mentioned I am 5'10'' and I weigh
about 150 pounds. The men in my family are not large in size
and I am about the size of my father in stature. Along with
the height weight that I genetically inherited from my
father I gained his ability to hold a conversation with
anyone I meet. This is a good thing in high school because I
fit into any crowd. I am the class clown in school, the kid
the teachers hate to love. I sleep in class and never take
home a book to do homework, but I still manage to make
honors with an occasional "C". During Christmas break and
the month of January I took off from school and went with my
church youth group to Peru to help build houses with Habitat
for Humanity and I still manage to make A's in most of my
classes, especially in Spanish.

As I mentioned, Reid sits directly behind me in Spanish
class and our corner of the room is filled with the jocks
that he shares after school practice hours with, a computer
geek and me. Our desks are arranged so half of the pupils
are on one side of the room facing the other half of the
students and flags from various Latin countries line the
walls with cherubic drawings of little Mexican children
weaving baskets, playing flutes and dancing in colorful
attire. Mr. Moore is our Spanish teacher and though he is
proficient in this romantic language, he lacks the accent
needed to sound like one who should be teaching a foreign
language. Since I returned from Peru I have held a grudge
toward Mr. Moore. Due to his lack of travel to a country
that would speak anything other than English his
understanding of the necessity to enunciate and
differentiate the most minute details of Spanish caused me
to order chicken feet from a woman selling what I thought
was chicken wings. Granted they smelled delicious I couldn't
fathom eating them and I didn't want to hurt the woman's
feelings by not finishing them so I was in a quandary and
all the while I gnawed at the food, until I got out of her
visual distance, I thought about how bogus his class is.
We have to take this class in order to graduate and granted
it is a great benefit for anyone to have a foreign language
under their belt Mr. Moore is a sorry excuse for a teacher.
Yesterday Mr. Moore gave us a pop quiz much to the dismay of
the class, I made a 100 and the next highest grade was a 70.
All of the other students in the class were upset at their
failing grades and after a lot of pissing and moaning about
how "it's not fair" and "no one else made an A"- I kept my
grades to myself, never letting on that I was a pretty smart
kid- Mr. Moore exalted that I had no problem achieving an A
and if I could speak the language than surly anyone could.
At that moment I hated him even more as all of my classmates
glared at me out of frustration. At that point I spoke up
and reminded him that I spent almost two whole months
speaking nothing other than Spanish therefore giving myself
an unfair advantage. This did not faze the sinister teacher
as he went on and on about no one being dedicated. Until I
pointed out that question number five was not worded
properly and the choice of answers did not correspond with
the correct tense of the verb in the sentence I thought my
classmates would hate me forever. One out of ten questions
makes a huge difference when your popularity is at stake.
After much arguing about what he meant in the sentence and
what we "knew" he meant in the sentence he begrudgingly
relented to void the mark and give the question to all the
students, increasing most of the grades to an 80.

My banter with Mr. Moore made me a hero to the class (it
doesn't take much) and when we succeeded in our victory, the
jocks in my corner of the room slapped me on the back and
punched my arm as a sign of acceptance. I turned in my seat
to look toward the front of the room as Mr. Moore instructed
the class, my intention to turn was not to pay attention to
the lecture on verbs and conjunctions but to glance at Reid
out of my peripheral vision.  His warm green eyes and short-
cropped brown hair frames his masculine face that is often
mistaken for that of a college student, and the hair that
blankets the rest of his body in only emphasizes his
virility. Reid is the only guy I know that has a five
o'clock shadow at noon. Yesterday he was wearing a pair of
shorts and his gargantuan legs are covered in the same mass
of silken fur that appears on all the skin that is exposed
for my eyes to feast upon. I think he caught me gazing at
his legs, but he could have thought I was daydreaming and in
truth I was, but not about being out of class but of being
out of class in some type of sexual adventure with him.  He
leaned forward in his desk and his focus was on Mr. Moore's
didactic voice, as he positioned himself he casually
scratched his crotch and then relaxed his right leg so it
fell to the side. Reid's massive left foot rested on that of
his right causing his shorts to stretch a little. I cannot
explain how I wanted to be the seam of those shorts at that
moment, touching the most intimate places of his body. As my
glance fell back from the chalkboard to his knee, that was
only inches from mine, I noticed that I could glimpse down
Reid's shorts and see that he was wearing a pair of tight
white briefs. My cock stirred in my shorts and I knew I had
to focus on something other than his manhood encased in the
thin fabric. I must have jerked my head back up in a motion
that made it obvious to Mr. Moore that I had not been paying
attention to his class. He asked me some silly question
about where I lived and to recite my phone number in
Spanish. Without hesitation I responded that "Vivo en Benson
y telephono es .".  I could tell Reid appreciated my being a
smart ass as he smiled at my recitation and he crossed his
brutish arms across his massive chest making his shirt
crease in the middle and form a valley between the peaks of
what I imagined to be his fur ensconced nipples.  As the
bell rang, everyone gathered their books and exited the
class. When I walked to the door, I felt a hand on the
middle of my back and as my mind flashed away from what I
was going to eat for lunch I heard Reid's voice resonate in
my ears. I paused as the flesh beneath my polo shirt tingled
with excitement and horror at the same time. Exciting
because the feel of another man touching the area of my back
directly above my ass was electrifying and horrifying for
the same reason.

"Hey Jay, do you mind helping me with Spanish? I am failing
the class and if I don't pass this shitty class I am going
to be benched in the dugout," his voice was low and drawn
with a southern twang stronger than some of the Grand Ole
Opry stars that are famous and often mocked for being so
southern.

As I gained composure and swallowed my fear of being A. a
tutor and B. being alone with Reid I agreed. I must have
seemed somewhat flippant as I responded with a simple "sure"
and continued my saunter to the lunchroom. He followed
behind me telling me to stop by his house after school.
Here I was, the class clown being asked to help out the star
jock of the school, every girl in the class would have given
their left tit to be alone with him and truthfully a lot of
them had been with him.  His persona was even included in a
cheer by the varsity cheerleading squad "Reid Wood number 33
look at them Wranglers, oh me" you know the cheesy stuff
that cheerleaders are known for, but everyone of them had a
moist spot in their panties for him.

After school I got into my car and as the floodgates opened
and the traffic from school was freed into the country roads
our school parking lot filled with the laughter and
conversation of teenagers being released. Like packs of
wolves running through the forest everyone gathered into
their cars and busses ending the day with ebullience.  I
noticed Reid talking to his girlfriend and she was pissed
about something, but I just thought she was just throwing
around her usual bitchy attitude.  He got into his truck, a
big Ford F-250 that fit his personality and stature to a
tee, and began to pull away.  He was about 50 feet in front
of me and as the cars left the parking lot one by one, as if
concatenated by an unseen chain. Everyone could not wait to
escape the day of school and enjoy the warm spring
afternoon. I unzipped the windows of the Jeep as Garth
Brooks piped from the speakers behind my ears and above my
head. Reid caught my glance out of his rearview mirror and
casually lifted his left hand in a perfunctory wave without
removing his elbow from the frame of the door and smiled
showing his perfect white teeth framed by the succulent lips
of his red-blooded mouth.

As we drove through the winding sun filled roads to Reid's
house I pondered on how I would remain cool, calm and
collective in his presence. In school when I did something
silly or stupid I would play it off as an act of being
goofy, an effort to make people laugh, but here we were
going to be alone, just the two of us talking about Spanish.
I was better in a crowd and even though I was somewhat
popular in school, I rarely hung out with anyone when the
day was over. I would either watch TV or drive up to Raleigh
and hang out in one of the many coffee shops surrounding the
campus of NC State.

I followed the Ford down the long dirt driveway and parked
my Jeep behind his vehicle. "OK, keep your cool and don't do
anything stupid I said to myself as I pulled my backpack
from the floorboard of the passenger side of my car and
examined its contents I realized that I didn't know have my
Spanish book.  The beads of sweat began to fill my underarms
and I could feel one heavy drop cascade down the skin of my
side and vanquish into the material of my shirt.

"You ready" Reid questioned as he stood with his arms folded
over the door of my Jeep. It is a redneck Jeep with a lift
kit and big mud tires, so as I turned to meet his voice I
was staring directly into his vast green eyes.

As I hoisted my sack I asked him if he brought his book, "I
think this is the first time this semester I even opened my
backpack and my Spanish book must be in my locker"

"Yeah I have mine. By the way to ripped Mr. Moore in there
this afternoon it doesn't sound like you need a book anyway
man."  He bashfully laughed

I needed something to keep my mind on our studies and was
searching through my mind as to why his stare seemed so to
make him as nervous as it made me.

We went into the old southern house through the side
entrance off of the vast porch surrounding three sides of
the manse that had been in his family for generations. I am
sure somewhere down our respective family trees we are
related because both of our families have been in the area
for several generations. I am the seventh generation from
this rural area and due to the beauty of the land and my
love of the way of life here I will probably live here for
the rest of my life.

Reid grabbed a note off of a plate of cookies and as he bit
into the chocolate chip filled snack and read the script
left for him his thick eyebrows furled and he grunted as he
chewed.

"How long can you stay over?" he asked continuing with the
explanation that his father had to take a horse to Kentucky
that morning and he had to feed the horses and clean some of
the stalls before it became dark.

"I have no plans so I can help you out with the horses to
make it go faster" I loved horses and being around them was
relaxing so I figured it would help my mind focus on
something other than being next to Reid talking about the
various tenses of Spanish verbs.  We both finished the plate
of cookies and had a glass of milk before we proceeded out
to the barn.

The horse farm sprawled over acres of land but the barn was
only a few hundred yards behind the main house. The sun was
still bright and was a welcome from our lugubrious winter
weather. As we started into the barn Reid took off his
sneakers and put on a pair of boots that were stored in the
tack room of the barn. It was an awkward sight, this brut of
a man wearing a t-shirt and Umbro soccer shorts revealing
his perfectly sculptured legs and boots covering his feet up
to his calves. I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny man?" he spat as he came toward me in a
jovial boxing stance.

"Nothing, I just didn't think Umbros were to be worn with
ropers" I chortled.

At that moment he put me in a headlock and I could smell the
musk from his underarm as his thick hair covered forearm and
massive bicep framed my head. He looked like some B grade
movie's version of a dime store cowboy and I just laughed
harder to hide my tension as my face was pressed against his
thick chest and the hair matted under his shirt teased my
nose.

I jabbed him in the ribs and he let out a barking laugh, he
was ticklish. I continued to probe my fingers into his side
and his grip loosened from around my neck, but he still had
control over my body as he slammed my onto the hay strewn
floor of the barn and pinned my arms down so I could not
reach his sides.

As we both caught our breath from laughing and wrestling our
eyes met, him still on top of me, and everything stopped.
For a millisecond the world stopped moving and we flashed
into each other's soul before I could blink, escaping his
trance. He looked away quickly and I thought he saw the lust
and crush I had for him hidden behind the thin veil of my
eyes. He quickly released my arms and got jumped up grabbing
a pitchfork to start the chores that brought us to the barn
in the first place. As I brushed the dirt off my back and
legs I glanced to see Reid looking at me while he tossed hay
into the stalls lining both sides of the barn.

"Jay, will you start at the other end of the barn and put a
scoop of pellets in the buckets hanging from the gates of
the stalls?" As my eyes met his again he rapidly pointed to
a container in the tack room that held the oat mixture that
the equines enjoy so much. I didn't know what to say, but
for some reason, "I'm sorry" escaped my vocal cords loud
enough to enter his ears.

"For what buddy?" he nervously retorted

"Um, nothing, I see it now" changing the focus from my slip
up to the feed.

After an eternity of scooping food into buckets and filling
more buckets with water and cleaning horseshit out of a few
stalls we were finished. Reid went into the tack room and
pulled two long neck bottles out of a refrigerator. He
handed me a beer and then we sat on the step of the tack
room as he took off his boots. The long slow swig of the ice
cold beer quenched the dry entrance of my mouth and poured
into my throat with such welcome that I forgot, if only for
a moment, that I was too young to drink.

"Ahhh" Reid sighed sitting beside me barefooted and soaked
with sweat. I concurred with another deep pull off of my
beer as I rested back on my elbows, my shirt saturated with
sweat. About a minute passed and that minute seemed like a
silent year between Reid and me before he stood up.

"I guess we should change before we study, you probably
don't want to help me out with me smelling like sweat and
hay"

"I didn't realize it would be this hot, but we do stink.
I'll go home and shower and change then I will be back to do
our homework," I stated, trying to find an escape so I could
beat off.

"We have a shower here in the barn and I can get you can
wear some of my shorts home if you don't want to bother with
going just to change"

I thought about the situation at hand and didn't realize
that Reid already finished his beer, waiting for my reply.
"Alright" I said, convincing myself that I would not get
excited.

We got up and Reid went into back into the tack room, "You
need another beer"

"Yes!" I responded as a gulped down the remaining drops of
my beverage.

I continued to sit on the step looking out into the pasture
as the sun began to lower itself behind the sloping hills of
the farm. The bottle tapped my shoulder as Reid walked down
the steps toward the back of the barn. "You coming" he
asked.

"Just go home," I kept telling myself. I knew I would not be
able to conceal my arousal if I saw Reid naked showering
himself, but my curiosity made me follow suit toward the
back of the barn.

Reid stepped into the horse bay and I noticed it had a large
showerhead high above in the ceiling and as he turned one
valve, water began to drop from above. He stepped out of the
bay as the water soaked the concrete floor and washed the
dirt down the drain.

"Where is the other one," I asked, not to assume we would be
sharing the shower.

"This is it" he chimed " if we can wash a horse in here I am
sure we can both get cleaned up at the same time."

"That's what I was afraid of," I mumbled to myself and as I
bent to unlaced my shoes. A shirt then hit the floor beside
me.

When my eyes focused on Reid's massive shirtless chest I
realized that my fantasies were true as his torso was
covered in thick hair, matted from sweat, and his abs were
rock hard but hidden under the fur of his stomach. His
nipples were dark brown and large, after the air hit them
they torpedoed into an erect state.  I swallowed but
followed suit, peeling my wet shirt off of my smooth body.
It was an amazing contrast to Reid's hardy musculature. I
was astonished when he felt his apelike hand touch my young
skin. I jumped back and looked bewilderingly into his eyes
as he muttered, "I'm sorry, I never thought." His tongue-
tied speech said everything and I drunkenly said, "It's ok,
I am amazed at how different our bodies are even though we
are the same age." I covered his chest with my right hand
and took my left hand and brought his fingers to my chest
once again.

Our bodies responded with curious abandon as we felt each
other.  The hair on his body was not coarse but rather silky
and his chest was not pliable even when he did not flex his
muscles. My fingers trailed to the underside of the
overdeveloped chest of this 16 year old and my thumb flicked
the nipples on both sides of his sternum. His left arm
wrapped around my back and his hand held tight to the middle
of my body sending another jolt of electricity a million
times more powerful than this afternoon when he asked me to
help him with his Spanish.

I moved closer to Reid and could feel the fabric of his
shorts tent out and poke me in the stomach. As he pulled me
into range of his mouth he lifted me slightly off the floor
and his rod folded up past his belly button. I could feel
the size of his dick and thought that it had to be much
larger than mine because everything of Reid was much larger
than me.  Our lips met in an awkward combination. First just
touching each other waiting for the other one to move and
make the first motion of a kiss. When my lips closed on his
bottom lip, sucking it ever so gently, his mouth closed over
my top lip. I could feel his tongue trace the flesh that
entered his mouth.  His stubble grazed my cheek and chin as
our mouths opened again to repeat the process of our kiss.
This time the steps were the same just faster and our
tongues met in the middle as we parted bringing us back into
each other harder with more lust and anticipation.

We stepped into the waterfall of the showerhead and the
beads of liquid cascaded down our bodies gluing us together.
The water quickly covered my skin and made my shorts cling
to my teenage thighs.  Still occupied with deep passionate
kissing my hands trailed from Reid's chest along his side,
feeling the obloquies that were void from the hair that
covered his chest and stomach. My thumbs stroked the elastic
of his shorts that guarded his manhood and my hands wrapped
around his waist. I slipped my fingers into the band slowly
cupped his furry ass cheeks pulling him closer into my
mouth.  Our lips separated and his mouth touched my neck and
he began to kiss my ears, throat and face with a softness
that was uncharacteristic of his rumored escapades with
several of the cheerleaders at school.  He traced my body
with his hands as his kisses covered my chest. His mouth
encompassed my nipple and his tongue brushed across the nub
of flesh. I responded with an audible moan and could feel my
knees become weak.  His grip on my body became stronger as
he continued to tease my nipple. I never knew my nipples
could elicit so much ecstasy. Reid brought his free hand up
to my other nip and he gently rolled it between his meaty
thumb and forefinger. My hard on was poking painfully out of
my shorts and brushed against Reid's stomach.  His beautiful
green eyes looked up at me and his lips broke from my nipple
with a smile.

I could not believe that I was in this horse stall with the
quarterback of the football team, pitcher of the baseball
team, and rodeo star as he was tugging my shorts off.  Every
fantasy I ever had about Reid, I was the one who instigated
whatever was done, and I enjoyed this realistic change of
events.

His hands and mouth ventured down my abs and he shucked my
wet shorts off with one pull, releasing my cock. The warm
water flowing over my bathed nipples intensified the
sensation of the water falling onto my dick and dripping
from my balls.  Reid's hand cupped my sack and tugged on it
to pull tension on my dick, lowering it to a more horizontal
position.  His other hand wrapped around the base of my
prick and he buried his mouth into the cleft of my thigh and
crotch lapping at the water that flowed from my body. He
began to pump my dick with his hand and when he stood up to
kiss me again I could tell that we were both drunk with
sexual desire. I groped his shaft for the first time as he
pushed me against the wooden wall and his meat, still
encased in the thin cloth of his shorts and tight white
briefs, surged with blood, making it hotter.  I dropped to
my knees and pushed my face into the fabric and mouthed his
thick cock.  My hands gripped at the back of his hairy
thighs and I pushed them farther up the back of his legs to
his ass.  He pulled the front of his shorts down to expose
his huge piece. My eyes filled at the sight and I wondered
how I would take his member in my mouth. I removed my hands
from his chiseled cheeks and pulled his shorts off so I
could savor his completely naked body.   I rose to my feet,
again kissing his lips, yet this time we embraced each other
pulling our skin closer to one another without the limit of
our clothing. His massive arms squeezed me tightly and his
hips began to grind against mine, our teenage cocks poking
into each other.  I lowered my hand to pull his rod up
against my flat, smooth stomach and I pulled his thick long
shaft a few times and much to my amazement it had grown even
fuller.  We stood against the wall, kissing and stroking
each other as the sun fell behind the bank of trees in the
horizon.  His arm reached behind my neck and his hand
searched for my nipple. Reid then extracted a thick sticky
strand of pre cum from the head of his cock and gathered it
onto his fingers, bringing it up to the hand that encased my
chest. He slathered his excitement over my nipple and then
resumed to jack me off while using his seed as lubrication
for my sensual nip.

The excitement was intense, my nipple pulsated between the
grip of his fingers, and my cock throbbed in the warmth of
his hand. His hairy forearm brushed along my side as we
pumped each other with faster shorter strokes. My head
rested on his shoulder and I gazed up at him welcoming his
scratchy face unto my mouth.

Kissing, stroking, rubbing, beating, we were grunting with
animalistic pleasure. Silent with words too overwhelmed with
desire to speak.

As Reid's breath became shorter I knew he was close and as
his body tensed I dropped to my knees, wanting to see his
monster shoot. I lapped at his balls as they tightened into
his body and the first eruption of his orgasm volleyed out
of his huge mushroom-headed dick over my shoulder onto the
cement floor with an audible splatter. The second landed on
my shoulder and neck and by the time the third and fourth
blast came forth I was covered in his thick copious seed.
Reid ejected a total of 13 times before his pumping came to
a halt.

"Beau, I am so sorry I didn't mean to shoot that much" he
recoiled.

"Man, that was HOT!" was all I could manage as I furiously
pumped my enraged cock.  His eyes changed from embarrassed
to lust ridden when he realized being covered in his cum did
not gross me out.  As I concentrated on my orgasm, Reid's
tongue flicked against my nipple, tasting his juice.
Unbridled with desire he sucked one nipple while he teased
the other with his jizz-laced fingers.

My climax stormed through my body and as the first shot
detonated a bullet of spunk from my 16 year-old cannon my
back arced and I bit my lip to muffle the scream that wanted
to escape my mouth.  Reid's handsome face could not escape
the torrential gush that spewed out of my cock as rope after
rope of sticky sweet seed escaped the prison of my balls.

We crashed onto the floor as we both regained our energy and
Reid looked into my eyes intently.

"I guess I have to apologize now," I whispered as I wiped
the cum off of his face. We both laughed.

Reid planted his feet on the ground and moved into a
squatting position beside me and I looked at his deflating
cock oozing the remainder of his orgasm wondering how I
would ever get through the rest of the year in Spanish with
him sitting behind me.  He extended his hand and pulled me
up as he stood tall.

"Let me wash your DNA off my face and then I have to get
finish some things around here before heading to bed," he
smiled and ended with a soft kiss on my cheek. I deduced
that we would not work on Spanish.

We hurriedly washed with soap under the cooling water
pouring from the ceiling, and were both silent as we toweled
off. As I picked up my sopping shorts from the dirty barn
floor Reid slapped my ass. I jumped from the sting.

As I turned around he had a pair of his shorts for me to
wear home. His demeanor was not as convivial as when we
arrived, but I was a little distant too. I did just have a
mind-blowing orgasm with a hot man and now I had to meet up
with my parents for dinner.

When I got in my car he slipped his hands in his pockets,
"See ya," was all he managed to say. "Later," I responded.

All through dinner I wondered to myself if it was a set up
to see if I was gay. I was too closeted even to myself to
lead anyone to the assumption that I was gay. I had a
girlfriend. I still liked sex with women. I always did, but
after months of thinking about a guy being hot and now
actually fooling around with one I was confused.

I dreamt about Reid and me and what happened and woke up
this morning in a puddle of cream that leaked from my piss
slit all through the night. Now, I have to see him again, I
don't know if things will be the same, well how could they,
I shot on the quarterbacks face!


Let me know what you think. Would you like to hear about
that dream or do you want to hear about Jay going into the
class seeing Reid for the first time that day. Oh yeah, some
of that writing is fiction, some is not, you decide on what
you believe.