Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2001 01:10:53 EST
From: SammySagitarius@aol.com
Subject: Soccer Locker part 1

NOTICE: This story is fiction. I tried to make it seem as real as possible,
so don't be fooled. It is not real.

Mrs. Jules looked at me and said, "Can you take this envelope to Coach
Harris?"

"Sure" I said. I was done with my work so I grabbed the envelope and
started walking towards the door. Mrs. Jules interrupted my walk with "Sam,
tell him I need the papers for their fund-raiser."

"Okay" and I was out the door. The school's ugly green hallways and my feet
tapping on the floor almost made me nauseous. I walked past open classroom
doors and spotted Lindsey in one. I waved and kept walking. left turn... I
was walking through the main hallway and I could see the Gymnasium doors at
the other end of the lobby. I looked up at a clock on the wall. School had
about 5 minutes left. I would have to get my things when the bell rung.

When I finally made it to the gym doors, I was reluctant to open them. I
hate walking through the gym. I opened the doors and saw that there wasn't
a class. I was relieved. I made my way to the offices in the back of the
gym. I knocked on Harris' door and it opened. I gave him the envelope, told
him what my teacher said, and took the papers from him. When I opened the
door to go back out, I was surprised to see the soccer team had came out
after showering and were playing around until the bell rung. In a flash out
of the corner of my eye, I looked in time to see a flying soccer ball hit
me in the undesirable areas. I collapsed to the floor, both hands between
my legs.

"Shit!" screamed one of the guys. "I'm so sorry."

A crowd of soccer guys had began to gather. I looked up and realized that
Brandon was kneeling beside my head. I turned my head and looked right into
his silky Adidas shorts and boxers. That's when I darted my eyes to meet
his, hoping he hadn't noticed. I did my best to fake being "okay" and tried
to stand. I looked at Ryan, who had apparently kicked the ball and I said
in a gruff, pained voice, "I'm fine." His soft voice apologetically said,
"I didn't know you would be coming out of the door. I'm really sorry."

I could see in his eyes the sincerity of his apology. I had to play it up,
though. I used my skill of sarcasm to say, "I know you didn't mean it. I
bet your glad I didn't hurt myself."

He looked hurt, but I kept up my act. Ryan, getting edgy, looked me in the
eyes, "I said I didn't do it on purpose!"

Kevin chimed in, "Sam, you know that was an accident"

I had the entire team trying to appease me. It couldn't get better, could
it? Well, it did... I stood up to walk out the door and my most brilliant
of all plans came to mind. I crouched and fell to my knees. "Shit. It's
cramping up!" Brandon looked at me and I looked into his eyes. I winked. He
waited for a second and stood up slowly. He looked away and said, "Kevin,
Ryan -- let's get him in the locker room and grab some ice."

Kevin told him that they'd miss their bus, but Brandon winked at him and
Kevin said to the rest of the team, "But the 3 of us should be able to
handle this. So, you guys can go. We'll get a teacher if we need one.
Later, guys." Ryan followed with a confused "Yeah, later guys" and helped
Kevin and Brandon get me to the locker room. The rest of the team left the
gym.

As we were walking, Brandon slid under my arm to hold me up.

"I can walk fine, you guys," I said, "but this is nice. I do need some
ice." Ryan looked at me, studying my limp. Kevin tapped him on the shoulder
and winked at him.

"Enough with the winking," I chimed, "I think we all get that something's
gonna happen, but I wish you'd all tell me what." Brandon was caught off
guard and leaned his head over, "You winked at me first" I replied,
whispering, "I didn't know it meant anything to the soccer team."

"Well, it's too late now." They sat me down and Kevin went to get ice.

When he left the locker room, Ryan sat beside me and Brandon headed to the
showers. I looked over at Ryan. He looked up and from his mouth came
emotion, in the verbal form.

"Sam, we haven't really been friends since high school started, but I still
say hi to you in the halls. It's not like I'm ever mean to you. So, I have
two things to say. One is that I can't believe you'd try to say that I hit
you with the ball on purpose, and Two is that I can tell you were faking
the limp. Why?"

A little hesitant, I still replied, "Ryan, I -- Well, I don't know." I
swallowed hard, "I kind of wanted to end up here ... with you and Brandon."
I looked at his face and saw that he was in deep thought, but didn't look
surprised.

"Well, isn't this special?" said Brandon, who had apparently been
eavesdropping from the showers and was now above us, looking down over a
row of lockers. "We gave Sammy what he wanted. So, have you liked me since
the Sixth grade? Or was it the Seventh? And when were you finally gonna let
me know? I've gotten tired of waiting on it, Boy. Me, walking through the
hallways catching you look away too slowly. God damn, you basically spy on
me. And the one time I smile at you, you go and write about it online" --
Holy hell, the guy does read Nifty! -- "Using your email address is
moronic. And using my name is even worse. Did you expect me to not know my
own life when it's being written down?"

I looked at him. "I didn't really expect you to read Nifty, Brandon. Now
cut down the sarcasm. It's getting old, already"

Ryan was watching us. Brandon laughed and said, "Well, let's give you
something to write about... You've already written about us two."

Ryan turned to me, "You write about me?" God, was he cute...

"Yeah, Ryan. I write about you, Brandon, Matt H., a few people." Now he was
curious.

"What do you write?" Ryan asked. Brandon answered for me. "He writes about
how he came to my basketball games to check me out. And how he thinks
you're sexy 'cause you're small, and about how hott I am, how cute I look,
how athletic I am ... he loves me." He got down from the lockers and walked
around. "Funny, I'd have thought you liked Kevin, too. Why don't you?"

I laughed. How surreal of a moment for me. My dreams coming true, and then
being asked such a real-world question. Kevin walked in with a bag of ice.

"Here you guys go. Sorry, I can't stay. I saw my friend in the hall and he
reminded of the school counsel meeting, so I gotta go with him." He threw
the ice to Ryan and ran off.

"Wow," Brandon said, staring at the door, "Looks like you lucked out, Sam."

"Where's this going, Brandon? Anywhere?"

He walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and put my hand on his crotch. I
could feel everything through his silky shorts and boxers. Oh my God, I was
in disbelief. Ryan moved over on the bench and put his arm around my
shoulders.

"If you write about me, you must like me for something. And I certainly
don't hate you for anything." He leaned over a kissed me, and my tongue
went through his lips into his sweet mouth. His tongue darted into mine,
and he didn't come up for air. That kiss, my most memorable because of the
emotion involved, will be remembered forever. My hand dropped from
Brandon's silk-covered balls and went to Ryan's face. He pulled back and my
hand lingered on his soft cheek before I let it drop gently onto his leg
and finally into my lap. He stood up and took a glance at Brandon, who had
got hard underneath my hand and the sexual tension of watching me tongue
Ryan.

Ryan's eyes then came back to meet mine and he said, "I knew Brandon was
... well, I'm not ... you know. But, you deserved that. Don't take it for
anything but the moment it was. I would hope that you'll keep it to
yourself, but that is your choice. I'm not that way and it was a gift
because you must've suffered with those type of feelings. Um... I can't
think of anything to say, Sammy. I've got to go. Here..." He took of his
Jean shorts and took off his blue boxer-breifs. I saw his 4-inch-soft
peter, which awakened my cock. He handed me the boxer-breifs and put his
shorts back on. I questioned, "Another gift?" He smiled and walked out the
door.

Brandon looked at me, tenderly.

"I just wanted someone to be with, too, you know? And it's not easy being
this way. You know that, too, right? I mean, it's like God..." He couldn't
finish the sentence, so I ended it with, "Is playing a trick?"

Brandon shook his head yes.

"Is it like he's testing you?" I asked. "Like he wants it to hurt?"

Brandon smiled and started crying. He had went from cocky and teasing to
tears. He sat down next to me on the bench by the lockers.

"You see, Sammy, this is why I'm hardly ever serious. I cry when I have to
think about my life"

I turned and put my arm on his shoulder. I rubbed his shoulder and told him
that I knew how he felt. He pulled my arm down to rest in his lap.

"It doesn't have to hurt, though, does it, Sam?"

I was honest with him, "Brandon, to be with you would stop my hurting..."

He took my hand moved it under the elastic waistband of his Adidas
shorts. I could feel the soft material of his boxers. He said, "Don't let
me get hurt." I told him I would never hurt him and put my hand into his
boxers.

That's all I've got for now. I hope you enjoyed this.