Date: Sat, 5 May 2007 11:30:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Dan R Subject: Me & Justin 11 I did get suspended for a game, just like coach said. I guess I deserved it, but so did Rich. Pounding him felt so good. Why would he care if I was gay or not. We lost the game I was suspended. I watched the game from the stands and we lost. I felt pretty bad about it and told the team after the game and promised that I wouldn't let anything like that happen again. They blamed themselves and said that they should have beaten Tartan. I felt a little better. This coming weekend, we had a tournament in Duluth. I asked Sean if he thought his parents would like to go with my parents. They did and we went up there together. I rode in the team bus and Sean drove with my folks and his folks. The arrangements weren't to my liking. I shared a room with Ryan and Sean was in his own room with his parents. This sucked. His parents were sure to keep us apart, that is for sure. I asked Ryan about my predicament and he just laughed. I felt really bad, and really horny too. Me and Sean decided to meet after his parents were asleep in my room. I told Ryan to make sure he was sleeping by this time because we really needed to be together. At about 11 pm I got a small knock on the window. It was Sean. Ryan was still awake. DAMN IT. He told me to let him in, so I did. Sean was nervous with Ryan still awake, but I pulled down the covers in my bed and he laid down. I didn't really need sex, but I really needed to be close to my boyfriend. Ryan was watching our every move. We snuggled next to each other and we kissed each other hard. It had been so long since we had any moment together. We moved closer together and we were rubbing out cocks with each other through our clothes. Ryan was watching us and was rubbing his own dick getting turned on by the whole scene. Ryan moved his pants down and revealed his dick. Man, it was much bigger than I remembered when we showed each other as kids. It was at least 7 inches and really thick. It had a curve downwards. Holy crap, it was hot. He kept rubbing it up and down watching me and Sean. It was dark in the motel room, but I could see what he was doing. I went down on Sean and started to eat out his ass. I was doing that nicely and I put my dick in his ass and proceeded to pound his ass. Ryan was jerking off furiously watching this and blew his load in no time. I blew my own load up Sean's ass a few minutes later, a minute after Sean blew his load on his stomach. I collapsed on Sean after all of this and kissed him while my dick softened in his hole. I couldn't believe that Ryan watched us and jacked off. Oh well. Ryan - "Ryan, did you like what you saw last night?" He turned 10 shades of red and admitted he watched us and played with his dick. "It's all good. I won't tell anybody." I said. I sat next to him and gave him a big hug. God he was so cute. Jeff and a bunch of other guys from the team came to our door and came in. We were all goofing around and decided we better go find food because the game was in like 3 hours. We got to the arena and the place was a hell hole. It had to be 100 years old. It smelled like manure and somebody said they just had a carnival there. Why would anybody have a carnival in an ice arena. We all got ready and we played a small school and won easily. The next game tomorrow was going to be a bigger test. It was against a Duluth team which won state the year before. We all went out and ate and went back to our rooms. Sean and his parents had to leave that day for some business trip for his dad. Jeff came over to watch TV. The rooms had cinemax and there was some soft porn on. We were all watching and I was watching Jeff and Ryan's crotches. They were definitely hard. I asked them if they wanted to jerk off together and they kindoff laughed, but Jeff started to rub his dick through his pants. So I did the same. I said, "c'mon guys, it will be like old times". "Fuckit, lets go for it" Jeff said. That is all Ryan needed to hear so we locked our door, and pulled down our pants. We were all laying on one bed, and the only light was from the TV. I hadn't seen Jeff's dick hard for a long time. He was about 6". Ryan of course was at least 7", probably more. And shorty me at 5 ½" still. Grrrrr. I was watching both of them pull their rods and I moved my hand over to Ryan's dick and helped him out. He didn't say anything except for a moan of pleasure. I ran my hand up and down his shaft and played with his balls. As soon as I did that, he moved my hand away and finished up him self. Jeff was watching us and he blew his load all over the place. I caught some on my chest and licked it up. Yum. Then Ryan returned the favor for me. He worked over my dick nice and slow and was rubbing my balls with his other hand. This was too much and I blew my load. "Man that was fun!" I said. We all pulled up our pants and wrestled around a little bit and we just started laughing uncontrollably at what just happened. We all slept together in one bed that night. A very happy and relaxing sleep. It felt so good to be in bed with my two best friends. When I woke up, I was spooning Jeff and Ryan was spooning me. I could feel his dick pressed up against my ass. I never wanted that moment in time to end. But of course it did with coach going down the hallways rapping a hockey stick on everybody's doors to get up and ready. I gave Jeff a peck on the cheek and got up reluctantly. I hoped I didn't push them too far for something they would regret later. I just shrugged and took a quick shower and got ready for the big game. This time we were playing at a really nice arena. The biggest in Duluth. It must have had 5000 seats in it. We were playing the second game, so we had a chance to relax and watch the first game. The place was packed. I had never played before a crowd this big before ever. We were all pretty nervous, but I was sure once we got on the ice, it would be normal again. Of all of the years I played hockey, I always thought that this game was the best game I ever played. Here we had 4950 fans that hated our guts because the state champion home team was playing in the big arena. When we took the ice the arena just erupted with boos. We got called every name in the book. Dennis got a cup of pop thrown on him when we were walking through the tunnel. This was surreal. I soaked it all in. Looking around at the arena, I imagined what it would be like to be on the Olympic team and be playing in a country that hated us really bad. The game started fast. I mean really fast. I took the faceoff back to Ryan and I just sprinted forward and blew past the Duluth guys. Ryan passed it back to me and hit me in stride perfectly. I took a slapshot. BINGO. Upper right. 15 seconds into the game and we already scored. I was mobbed by everybody on my team. That night I scored 3 natural goals. My first hat trick in high school. Only one person through a hat on the ice though. That was one of our boosters. I scooped it up and saved it for him. Our defense wasn't so good that game. We were tied 5-5 going into overtime. Coach gave us a big pep talk, but we were all wired. We came out for OT and I told Ryan we should try the same play that we did to start the game if I won the face off. Which I did. It was an exact repeat of what happened before, but when I was skating into the Duluth zone, I got pulled down from behind. Penalty Shot. Sweet. I could end this thing right now. I went over to the bench and everybody was really excited. Coach gave me the thumbs up and I went out to the middle of the ice. The arena was going nuts. Cheering on their goalie. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I stood waiting for the whistle and I skated slowly with the puck wide to the right of the net, then I picked up speed and went flashing in front of the net, stopped on a dime and did a little 180 move and pushed a backhand over the goalies shoulder. I couldn't believe I actually made that play work. I just stood there with the horn going off with my arms in the air. My team was skating over towards me in a big mob. I was getting everything from the stands thrown at me while I just stood there with my arms in the air. I must have gotten hit with 50 glasses of pop, coffee and who knows what else. I know I saw a hot dog go flying by my head too. When my teammates reached me I was crying. I felt so incredible. We had a huge group hug for a while, then we lined up to shake hands with the Duluth guys. Then we got the tournament trophy. The first of many that year. To this day, with all of the hockey games I played, and I wished I could play that game 500 more times. When we went to our locker-room, the boosters had a gigantic sub sandwich and tubs of pop and Gatorade waiting for us. Coach gave us a nice speech telling us how proud he was and too keep our heads on straight because we have a long way to go that season. We all got showered and cleaned up fast so the boosters and parents could come in and enjoy the sub with us. We were all singing the school song and laughing, I never wanted that day to end. I sat there munching on my sub thinking about how miserable I was in life just a few months prior and how things changed so quickly. In the weeks ahead, we had a great season going for us. We played really hard and I was starting to get letters from college recruiters reminding me to keep them in mind. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to college. I wasn't the best student, but I knew I could handle it. In the back of my mind, I really wanted to go into the military like my dad. I guess I had a couple of years to sort out what I wanted to do. I knew my folks would want me to go to college, especially if I got a free ride. After January, we were still playing. I can't remember what day it was, but I was walking to my study hall and I was really late because I ate something bad at lunch and was in the crapper for like a half an hour. I walked down the hall and saw a guy that I recognized, but I didn't really know him. I was in a couple of classes with him. He was at his locker and he was crying from what I could tell. I stopped and asked him if everything was ok and he told me to go away. C'mon Roger, what's wrong? "You know my name?" "Sure, we are in science and English lit together". I looked at him and it looked like he just got smacked around pretty good by somebody. "Roger, who did this to you?" A couple of the guys Jack and Bill or something like that apparently had kicked his ass after phyed because he popped a boner in the showers and they accused him of looking at him. Roger was a really small guy. Like 5 foot nothing and probably was about 90 pounds. No way he could have defended himself against those two guys. I remembered how I felt when I got my ass kicked and realized that is how he felt. He was going to go home that day early because the two guys that beat him up were in his next class, and he didn't want to face them again. I guess I didn't blame him. "Roger, do you know where my locker is?" "Yes, its over by the cafeteria I think." "Yep. Why don't you get yourself together and meet me over by my locker in about 10 minutes. I have to take a crap really bad. That frickin crap they served at lunch is doing a number on me today." It really was too. When I got to my locker, Jeff was there. I told him about Roger and what I thought we should do for him. He agreed and he went and found Ryan. Us three were standing there when little Roger approached us. I said, ok. Lets go over to Jack and Bill's lockers and see what they have to say about all of this. Roger was extremely frightened about this idea. "Don't worry Roger. We will help you." The two guys he pointed out, I kindoff knew. They were pretty big dudes. They were part of the "skids" which meant they apparently did a lot of drugs and stuff. Wore leather jackets etc. I never really had much of a problem with the so called Skids, but I did have a problem with these two. Me, Jeff, & Ryan approached the two losers with Roger kindoff sulking in the background. "Hey dip-shits" I said. Looking at both of them. They looked up to see us three standing in front of them. "Lets have a little talk outside". I said. "What for. I got nuthin to do with you guys." Jack said. "Sure ya do. See Roger over there. He's my friend and apparently you just kicked the shit out of him for no reason. So we are going to even things up for him. You can take me and one of my friends here in an even fight." "Whatever dude. Were not going to fight you, regardless, Roger is a fuckin faggot man. Something that I know you like.." That set me off. I lunged at Jack pushing him into his locker hard. He got up and he was furious. I was a little scared myself. By then we had a small crowd around us and a couple of teachers came over and yapped at us and told us to break it up. So we did. But I was still pissed off, that is for sure. I started to walk away and turned around to Jack again and pointed at him and mouthed to him. "Don't fuck with me or my friends". He just stared really hard at me and I walked away. What a jerk I thought. Roger was obviously scared about this whole thing. He was the center of attention and was sure to get picked on by these guys again. "Roger, if you have any problems with those losers, you just find one of us or anybody else on the hockey team." Ryan said. "Are any of the hockey players in the class that you have with them?" "I think there are two. Dennis and Al." Roger said. "Good. I'm going to tell them to make sure that they don't bug you in those classes. Believe me. Those two losers don't want to mess with them or us." I said. I gave the little guy a squeeze and I think he felt a little relieved. I talked to Dennis and Al at our next practice and they said that Jack and Bill were pretty much losers and were usually stoned and didn't show up to class that much, but they would keep an eye out. Thankfully that weekend, we didn't have a tournament or any games. Teacher meetings or something like that. That was good. I needed a break from hockey. So Sean me and the gang decided to go to the mall on Saturday and maybe catch a movie or see if we could find a party. I called up Roger and asked him if he wanted to hang out with us. I think he was really surprised that I asked him. But he was really excited to do so. I don't think he had that many friends, plus he seemed like a really nice guy. Luckily some of my friends were getting old enough to drive so we didn't have to get driven around by our parents anymore. Thank god. I was looking forward to taking driving classes in the summer too. We were at the mall hanging out in the arcade, eating pizza and having a good ole time. Me and Sean had become really close by this point and we didn't really have a problem showing affection in public anymore. It became pretty natural I guess. It was about 9 and the mall was closing and Ryan said he heard that Doug was having a party at his house, so we all decided to go to Doug's house. I didn't know of a Doug, but somebody here knew him because we were on the way to his house. Sure enough, there was a party going on. We all walked in and found the beer. Roger said he never really drank before, but he wanted some anyways. Probably to help his nerves. We went downstairs and I finally met the Doug guy. I recognized him from school, but didn't really know him that well. He was a nice enough guy. He was a junior and his folks were out of town for two weeks. That would be sweet I thought. I told him who I was here with and gave him some money for the beer we were sure to drink. He seemed cool with that. We were talking about this and that and we heard some yelling going on upstairs. Loud yelling. Doug sprinted upstairs and I followed him. Here was Jeff and Ryan just wailing on Jack and Bill. They were doing some serious damage to these two guys. Then I saw Roger in a corner down the hall crying. Doug and some of his friends pulled Jeff and Ryan off the two losers and kicked the losers out of the house when they told them why they were getting a beating. "Roger, what's wrong? I would think you would be happy. Those guys just got their asses kicked." Then he cried some more. I stood him up and took him in the back bedroom and sat on the bed with him while he sobbed. He explained to me that when he got here, he went to the back bathroom and Jack and Bill were back there and they took him in one of the side rooms and Jack fucked him up the ass. He raped this little guy. He was shaking like a leaf. "Oh my god" was all I could say. I was furious. They raped this kid. I got up and went out to the living room where everybody was standing around and I told Sean to go sit with Roger and I sprinted out the door trying to find these pricks. I could see a couple of people walking in the distance, so I figured it had to be them. I was full fledge running at these two fucks when they turned around and saw me coming. I lunged at Jack and just starting wailing on him, just like my buddies had done. I got up and kicked Bill in the balls and gave him an uppercut right to the nose. Then I grabbed Jack and took him back to the house. Bill limped away. The bloody mess, known as Jack and I entered the house. We were in the kitchen, I was holding up Jack by his shirt and I told everybody in the house to come to the kitchen. "Everybody, this is Jack. He just raped Roger in the back bedroom." Everybody started coming towards him like a lynch mob. I told everybody to back off. Only one person was allowed to come forward and that was Roger. Sean brought Roger into the kitchen and I held Jacks arms behind his back in a full nelson. "Roger. Is this the fucker that raped you?" I asked. "Yes." Roger whispered. Looking embarrassed and mad and violated at the same time. Sean whispered something in his ear and Roger came up and kicked him right in the balls. If he was kicking a field goal, it would have been a 70 yarder. I told him to do it again, and he did. Then Roger said something incredible. "Let him go. He's had enough." Not by my standards, I thought. But I guess this guy got what he deserved for the most part. Doug took Jack and threw him down to the street where he crawled away. I went to Roger and we went back to the living room and sat on the couch. "Roger, I am really sorry about this. I shouldn't have left you up here with a bunch of people you didn't know. I am really sorry." I was too. I was the one who practically made him come with us that night. "Brian, it's not your fault. I should have been more careful. I didn't think those guys were going to be here." he said. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him that maybe he might want to take a shower, then we could go home. He said he wanted to take a shower, but that we didn't have to go. There was a lot of beer to drink! I smiled and wished I had a little brother like him. "Can I ask you something Roger? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I said. "Sure, what is it?" he replied. "Are you gay? I'm just wondering." I asked "No. I'm not gay. I got that boner in gym thinking about some girl and then those guys thought that I was looking at them. I guess I am an easy target." He said. "Are you gay?" He asked. I guess I thought it was common knowledge and I said I was and told him that Sean was my boyfriend. He didn't believe me, so I told Sean to come over and gave him a big kiss and we were making out. "OK, I BELIEVE YOU!!!!" Roger said. "Stop that, it's grossing me out." We all laughed and I gave him another hug and told him to take his shower and we could all get hammered. Which we did. During the night, I talked more to Roger about his life and his dad died when he was young, and his mom pretty much was a drug addict, so he was pretty much on his own in life. I told him that he had a new group of friends that would never turn their backs on him. He started to cry again and I just gave him a tight squeeze. One of our team managers was out with mono, so I told him to talk to Coach about helping out with the team. He was really excited about that. I joked with him that we didn't mind popping bones in the showers, in fact it was encouraged. He blushed. Sean joined in and told him to stay away from my bone, because that was reserved for him and only him. I secretly wondered what Roger's bone looked like, then I felt bad because of what happened to him. We all drank and drank and drank. We all crashed at Doug's house. Me and Sean shared a room and had our fun. Sloppy drunk fun. But fun just the same. When I woke up, Roger was in the same bed with all of us, sleeping behind me. I guess he didn't want to be alone last night. He had morning wood, as I could feel it poking my back. I took a quick peek and saw his dick. It was pretty small. Like only 4". He had a few pubes, but not much else. He was a late bloomer I guessed. I went back to sleep and he held me closer, so I held Sean closer. Sean was the first to wake up and he sprinted to the bathroom and threw up. He must have been in there for an hour. I got up and closed the door. The last thing I needed to hear that morning was somebody puking. I got back under the covers and went back to spooning with Roger. He stirred and woke up, but he didn't leave. He held me closer. I turned around and he gave me a peck on the mouth and thanked me for being his friend. He leaned into me and gave me a really big hug. I felt his dick pressing against mine. What was this little guy doing, I thought. He reached down and started to jerk me off. I started to tell him to stop and he shushed me. He kept going like an expert until I blew my load all over my chest. I couldn't believe that he did that to me. I whispered to him that I wanted to return the favor for him and he nodded. I scrambled under the covers and pulled his boxers off. I took his small, but delicious dick into my mouth. Then I sucked on his hairless balls. He was twitching in ecstasy in the bed. Then I went back to his dick. It reminded me of my dick when I was 12. Just starting puberty. I went up and down on his rod and he clenched up and blew a fantastic load into my mouth. I slurped it all up happily and continued to suck his dick until it went soft. I went back up to his face and gave him a nice kiss on the mouth and we held each other again. Then we drifted back to sleep. I woke back up with Sean laying on the floor. He must have really gotten shitfaced last night. I turned over to Roger wondering if what we did was a dream or not. He woke up. "Brian, I wanted to do that since I first saw you in school, when you helped me out. I'm not gay, but I wanted to pay you back for what you did for me." he said. "Well, I think we are even now." I smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He held me close. "Do you think any girls will ever like me?" He asked. I thought of about 10 girls who might. "Roger, you are a heartbreaker man. My only regret is that you aren't gay. Me, you and drinkie on the floor over there could have some real fun!" I said. "Believe me, when you start helping with the hockey team, you will have more girls than you know what to do with. "But, I'm ummmm, kindoff short and ummmm small down there. They probably won't like me." He said. "Nah. Your just a late bloomer. I bet by this time next year you have a big dick. Your just starting out and it's already like 4 inches long. Next year you have to show me how big it is. I guarantee you that you are at least as big as me... Well, set your goals higher than that." I said. We laughed and cuddled some more. I couldn't understand why he didn't have many friends. He was a super nice guy, umm gives a nice hand job.. I smiled. Sean started moaning again, so I told Roger that we needed to leave. If I see him puke, then I will puke. He agreed and got dressed. I watched him walking around the room naked trying to find his cloths. Yep, I thought. He is going to be really hot in a year or two. He saw me watching him and blushed. We got out to the kitchen and Doug was there. He didn't look too good either. I don't think any of us did. He had a pot of coffee brewing and it smelled really good. Doug poured us a cup of coffee and we went out to his deck and drank it up. It was pretty warm for a winter day. It felt good though. We went back inside and sat around the table talking about this and that. Turns out that Doug was the school photographer. He said he goes to almost every hockey game plus all of the other sports. I told him that he better come and take some pictures of the tennis team too. We never got any recognition. Both him and Roger were surprised I played tennis. I told them that was a normal reaction. SHIT I thought. My parents. Well all of our parents. They are going to be pissed that we didn't come home last night. I came up with a thought that I would tell them that they said it was ok to sleepover at Ryan's house. Visa versa. I hated getting in trouble. I didn't like doing stupid things like this. "Hey" Ryan said when he walked into the kitchen. He looked like somebody took a shit on his face. I wondered again why I didn't get hangovers like those guys. Maybe I didn't drink as much as them. Ryan sat down and just put his head between his arms. Great, this is our ride home. I'd rather call up mom and tell her we all got drunk and I stayed the night and needed a ride home. It was getting on close to noon. The Vikings game would be on pretty soon. I asked Roger if he wanted to go home, or stay here and watch the game. He said he could stay here. I called home and got my brother, thank god. I told him the deal and he agreed to tell mom and dad that I stayed at Ryan's house, and I was now at my friend Doug's house watching the football game. I went down and saw that the keg still had beer left, and it looked cold. So of course I poured myself a beer and went back upstairs to watch the game. Ryan almost puked on the table when he saw the beer. Jeff did puke when he saw the beer. He ran to the bathroom and yaked up the beer from the night before. He came back in and thanked me for making him puke. We didn't have school the next day because of the teacher conferences, so why not have more fun! We ordered some pizzas, then realized we had to all scramble to come up with some money to pay for them. I only had like 8 bucks. We managed to find enough to pay and eventually everybody had eaten and were drinking beers again. Except for Sean, who crawled off the floor to the couch I was sitting on and put his head on my lap and slept all afternoon. I asked Doug if it was ok that we were still all there and if it was ok to invite some of our girl friends over for a little Sunday party. He did still have ½ a keg left. When I said girls, he instantly lit up and ran to his bedroom and took a shower and got all dolled up. I called up Brianna and told her where we were and she must have called up every girl she knew because the whole house was flooded with girls. And girls attract guys, and before you knew it, the house was a big party. Roger was having so much fun, I lost sight of him again. DAMN. I thought. I went looking for him, making sure to keep an eye on him tonight. But he was in the living room talking to Kristy, who was a friend of Brianna's. A little on the plump side. But she was nice. I thought it would be funny to see those two having sex together. Brianna and Jeff were talking very seriously in the kitchen, as were Ryan and Shana in the living room. Great, my boyfriend is still hungover and laying in the bedroom. So I went to check on him and asked how he was doing. He said he still felt like shit and just wanted to rest. I pulled out my dick and brought it to his face and he just moaned, so I knew he was serious. So I left him and his hangover in the bedroom. I went downstairs where Doug was showing some chick some of the pictures he took. I went over to his pool table and put a button on the table to play next game. I didn't even have a quarter. All I had was a button. I ran upstairs to the bedroom and asked Sean if he had any money. He said in his wallet. I opened his wallet and he had a shitload of money. Christ. Must be nice to be rich I though. I grabbed twenty bucks and put a little note in his wallet that I owed him twenty bucks and went downstairs. I replaced my button with money and played pool for a while with some guys that I didn't know. Then this girl Kay came downstairs. I kindoff knew her, but not that well. She got a beer and sat down next to me and was talking to me about this and that, then she got really serious. "Brian, I'm here with somebody you know. I'm not sure how you will react." She said. "Ummm, ok." Thinking I couldn't care a less who she was dating. Probably was one of the guys from the hockey team. "It's Dan. We didn't know that you were going to be here. He wanted to leave when he saw Jeff and Ryan and figured you were here somewhere too. But I told him that we should stay. Are you ok with this?" She said. "I guess. He's not really our friend anymore. As long as he doesn't start any shit in Doug's house, I don't care. We had plenty of drama last night." I said. "Great Brian. I knew you would understand." and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and went back upstairs. I was sitting watching what was going on. People watching is always a favorite of mine. Watching Doug try to somehow say the right thing so he could get some action that night. The two pool player guys acting like the were Minnesota Fats or something. I enjoyed all of that. At that, Roger and Kristy came down the stairs looking for me. Those two were going to go back to Kristy's house and were leaving. I had a huge smile on my face when Roger told me and I told him thanks for this morning. I gave him a big hug and they were off. What an odd couple, but they were happy, that is all that mattered. I decided to get some more beer and go upstairs and see what was going on. It was inevitable that I would have to see Dan, so I might as well get it over with. He was there playing cards with some guys and I gave him a nod and a hello and went into the living room, where Jeff and Ryan and their dates were nowhere to be found. I just shrugged and drank my beer. Then I saw Dan coming over to me. He sat down next to me. "I guess we need to talk, huh?" he said. "I dunno man. I don't have much to say. I pretty much have decided what I think of you. So if you have something to say, then say it." I said. "I guess I just want to say I am sorry about what I did to you." He said. "Are you sorry for what you did, or that your fag hating thoughts backfired on you and all your friends left you." I said. "Probably both." He said. "Dan, ya know. You just go on with your life, and I will go on with mine. I have no plans of fighting you or beating you up or any revenge. I've let it drop. I don't want to be friends with you. There is no going back with us anymore. What you did was cowardly man. Plus, what you told Sean that I touched your little brother! C'mon. I can take a beating, but being lied about, that sucks." I said. "Yeah, I know. I'm paying for it big time. I just don't want you to hate me for the rest of my life. I can't say that I think being a homo is ok. I don't. But I shouldn't have done what I did." he said. He walked away. I guess that was that. I was kindoff glad we talked. Sometimes it was good to get closure on a relationship. And I had no problem ending this one. The party was winding down and I was pretty tired and a little drunk, so I decided to turn in. I went back to the bedroom and Sean was up watching tv. He turned it off when I came in. I stripped to my boxers and went under the covers with him. "Ya know what Sean. I love you. I really love you." I turned to him and gave him a kiss and a hug. "I love you too Brian. I can't imagine being alive without you." he said. I wasn't normally that serious or intense, but I was that night. I watched all of the fake relationships and all of the bullshit that night and realized what I had was really special. The guy I had was really special. Looking at Sean in the eyes, I had a tear go down my face that he wiped off and gave me a kiss. I don't know why I was crying at the moment, probably tears of happiness. We slept that night together facing each other with our limbs wrapped around each other. Sometimes not having sex was better than having sex I thought when I woke up. When I woke up, somebody was puking in the bathroom, so I went out to the deck to take a piss. There I saw Jeff and Ryan having a very animated conversation. They were smiling, then they gave each other a high five. I went out on the deck and pulled out my dick and pissed over the edge. Then I came back to them and asked them what was going on. "WE BOTH POPPED OUR CHERRIES LAST NIGHT!!!!!" Jeff said and gave me a hug. They were both walking around like they were finally men. I gave Ryan a hug and told them congrats and that I thought that Roger also popped his cherry with the plump girl. We went back inside and Jeff was looking through Doug's refrigerator and found some eggs and bacon. And made a big breakfast for everybody who wasn't too hungover to eat. Brianna was sitting on his lap and Shana was sitting on Ryan's lap. Finally I thought. Jesus christ. Seems like it took forever for these two. At least I didn't have to hear about them whining about it any more. I gave them a smile and ate the breakfast my Jeff made for us. Sean wandered in and sat on my lap and helped me eat my meal. There were a bunch of people there that I didn't know, but they didn't seem to mind. For some reason, I just started laughing and it got contagious. Before you knew it, the whole table was laughing up a storm at no good reason, except that we were happy with life as we knew it. That is, until we went home and had to face our parents.... Any comments are welcome. Thanks for reading. Dan