Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 09:31:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Eric Foster Subject: In Time part 12 Disclaimer: this story contains sexual material. If you are not 18 or over, or this is not legal in your country you should not read any further. This material may offend if you find homosexual acts offensive or homosexual acts between younger boys offensive. All similarities between this story's plot line, characters, names, places, or any other item are purely coincidence In Time It was Monday afternoon and Telson West Middle School had just let out for the day. Martin walked alongside Alex as they headed for their bikes to return home. They had decided that, since it was warm and sunny, it would be the perfect day to just take a ride around town after school and maybe hang at the park for a bit. "Hey Martin," came the voice of Ashley from behind the two boys. "Oh...hey Ashley. So what's up?" Martin said as he turned to face her. Alex turned around as well but suddenly felt another surge of jealousy, as well as anger come in his veins. He just didn't want her around him anymore. "Hey since we weren't able to hang out Sunday, I was thinking maybe we could try again for this weekend if you wanted," Ashley said with a slight hint of desperation in her voice, but only ever so slight. "Wait...but you didn't ever text me to ask about hanging out on Sunday," Martin replied, suddenly confused by Ashley's statement. Ashley appeared equally confused and she looked at Martin oddly. "But I did...look here, you said 'No sorry, have to go somewhere else'" Ashley said as she handed her phone to Martin with the text on the screen. Martin read over the messages and realized that there was no way he had written this. He then looked at the date and time. Saturday 4:48 There was only one person who had access to his phone at that date and time; Alex. Martin's eyes widened and a shot of anger and confusion pulsed through his veins. Alex, on the other hand, had yet again realized that his plan had not been fully thought out. He locked up, as fear rushed into his veins. He was caught, and this time there may not be a happy ending to this unwanted discovery. Martin shot a quick glance over to Alex. They locked eyes for only a split second, but Alex saw it in his eyes. It was anger, hurt, and confusion. Shit....this is not good Alex thought as he stood there, awkwardly trying to come up with some excuse for his behavior. "Oh well...yea I had something with my family, sorry about that. Anyway I might be able to hang out this weekend but no guarantees. But hey, I have to go. Talk to ya later," Martin said, putting on a fake happy persona and a fake smile. He quickly grabbed Alex's hand and practically dragged him through the halls to an empty store room that wasn't ever used by the school. He opened it and put Alex inside and swiftly but forcefully shut the door behind them. "ALEX WHAT THE FUCK?!" Martin exclaimed as he looked angrily at Alex. He was trying to control his temper and hurt but it was difficult. "What do you mean?" Alex asked, a slight quiver in his voice, feeling scared at not only the possibility of losing Martin, but also because he was obviously extremely angry. "WHAT DO I MEAN!! I MEAN YOU DELETED MY TEXTS SO YOU COULD CONTORL ME! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT!" Martin said, now practically shouting while Alex backed up against the wall. "I didn't want her taking you away from me..." "WHAT! Damn it Alex why didn't you just tell me?" Martin said now more in control of the volume of his voice, but still speaking forcefully. "I tried to tell you, and you kept ignoring me. Don't you realize SHE LIKES YOU!" Alex said, putting emphasis on the last part of his sentence. "So what if she likes me? I haven't done anything yet. Can't I hang out with other friends without you freaking out on me and trying to control who I'm with? Don't you realize that you're the one I love? Do you really think I'm going to give you up?" "Then tell her you're dating me and tell her to fuck off!" Alex said now raising his voice a little, and feeling hurt from the comment about him 'freaking out'. "Alex, can't I just tell her that were dating and still hang out with her?" Martin said, exasperated. "NO!" Alex replied with sudden force and rage. "Every time you're focusing on some swimsuit competition or some damn girl, I feel myself losing it. I LOVE YOU and I get jealous of them when I don't have your attention. I just want you, OK" Alex said, feeling his emotions start to slip out of control. "Are you serious?" Martin responded quietly, but the anger and hurt in his voice was very obvious, so much so that Alex became quiet and backed away a little. "Well did you EVER TAKE THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT WHAT I WENT THROUGH! HUH!! Do you think it's just fucking easy for me to watch those other boys...PRATICALLY HUMP YOU AND CLIMB ALL OVER YOU IN THE HALLS HUH!! DON'T YOU THINK I GET JEALOUS! DAMN IT ALEX, I GET JEALOUS TOO, but you know what, I CONTROL IT. I know you have friends and you need them, and even if I get jealous of what they are doing with you, I have to control it. I know you need your space as well, so just please give me mine," Martin said, only managing to control his wavering voice towards the end, despite having slipped up a few times during his short speech. Alex suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He hadn't taken a single moment to think about how what he was doing may be affecting Martin. He never realized that what boys considered just normal play would make Martin jealous. Tears began to well up in his eyes. He had just fucked up things between himself and Martin. He finally couldn't stand it and felt a single tear roll down his cheek as he took a raspy breath. "Alex..." Martin said softly as he reached out to try to hug him. He began to wonder if he had been too harsh, but before he could ask, Alex pushed past him and ran out the door of the store room. "ALEX! ALEX WAIT!!!" Martin said as he tried to run after him, but he tripped and before he could get up Alex had turned the hall corner. GOD DAMN IT! I JUST HAD TO FUCK IT UP!! I knew it...it was just too good to be true, and I'm not good enough for him. I just pissed him off...why can't I just make him happy...I love him so much...FUCK!! Alex thought as he ran out the door and quickly went to his bike. He hadn't chained it so he was able to quickly jump on and pedal away. He didn't want Martin to follow him so he pedaled as quickly as he could. He turned around for a brief moment just before he turned the street corner and saw that Martin had only just now started to unchain his bike. He sped up, turned a few blocks and stopped. He looked back; the empty grey street seemed animated as a few leaves rustled across. Sometimes, the sounds of happy children playing could be heard, but they weren't there now. The light glistened through the green trees, but it deceived you, because everything was dark now. The world was once perfect, a utopia one may say, but reality had finally caught up to them. He had lost him. The blue water hit up against the concrete sides of the pool. Jacob was sitting on a deck chair as he watched the boy in the black Speedo do laps in freestyle as he practiced for the tryouts. He finally got up out of the pool for a bit, his blonde hair glistening in the light, his body covered in beads of water, with his suit showing the very top of his crease. Being so tight, the Speedo gave Jacob a nice outline of all the details of the flesh it barely covered. Jacob smiled to himself, knowing that this supermodel of an Aussie boy was all his. "You definitely are fast," Jacob said as he got up and walked towards Corey. He looked around for a brief second and kissed him lightly on the lips. He also brushed his hand against Corey's package as they stood there in the middle of the deck. "Thanks, but I just don't know if I'm fast enough yet," Corey said. It was clear that he was slightly doubtful of his actual abilities. "Don't worry. I know you'll make it. I've seen the competition before, and trust me you're going to make the team," Jacob said, trying to give Corey some reassurance. "You went to swim competitions before?" Corey asked with a lopsided smile. "Well umm...I went because I had a few friends on swim team," Jacob said as his face started to turn crimson red. Though it was true that Jacob had one friend on swim team, the obvious reason he had gone to the competitions was so he could get a good look at the boys shirtless and built, especially the ones who would wear the tiny Speedos. Corey laughed a little and then came close to Jacob and placed his wet hand in the center of Jacob's chest. His face was now only inches away from Jacob's as he looked him directly in the eyes. "Yea I'm sure you just went to watch the competition...but," Corey said as he reached down and put his hand under Jacob's waistband. He barely brushed the very root of his penis and continued his sentence in a whisper "I don't think the competition can ever make your heart race like I can make it," Corey said with the most seductive look on his face Jacob had ever seen. In fact, that may have been the most seductive thing ever....just maybe. Jacob's heart started to race, and his penis began to rise quickly. He wanted Corey so badly, but they were in the middle of a public pool. Just then they heard someone open the door to the pool behind them. Corey, at the speed of light, took his hand out of Jacobs's pants. And as if it was an instant excitement killer, Jacob's penis deflated and his horny feelings were replaced with fear that they had been caught. An older man, who looked to be in about his mid-thirties, walked in and looked around as if he were searching for something. He only seemed to have briefly noticed Jacob and Corey before he walked up to one of the tables and grabbed a pair of goggles. He then walked out and the two were again alone in the large indoor pool. Corey looked Jacob in the face again. He had a look of humor and a smile of beautiful radiance. "Well that was close" Corey said in a laugh. "Seriously, you almost got us caught you horny Australian" Jacob said with sarcasm. Corey's face went red as he starting laughing and then leaned in to kiss Jacob, and then started to make out with him passionately. Jacob tried to push away but Corey kept coming at him and was trying to still make out with him. "Ahh...Sheesh Corey just wait till we get home" Jacob said as he started to laugh at Corey's now obviously sarcastic attempts to make out with him in public. "Sorry cant, I'm just being what I am...just some horny Aussie" Corey said, finally cutting the sarcasm and just laughing as he held onto Jacob. Then he leaned in and gave a very light peck on the lips as he just stared at Jacob in the eyes. "Maybe we should finish this up at home" Jacob said as he held Corey on the hips. They swayed lightly side to side for a moment and then Corey leaned in for one last kiss. "Lets" Corey said as he grabbed his towel and bag. The two headed for their bikes, got on, and pedaled away back home. Martin had been looking everywhere but he had no clue as to where Alex could be. He went to Alex's house, but no one appeared to be there, he checked the school, his house, several streets, and still to no avail. He had called and texted him at least thirty times by this point, but he didn't get any response. Then suddenly he had an idea...the park. He knew that Alex and Jacob went there on occasion, and it was pretty big, so there was a chance that Alex was somewhere in the park. Plus, it was starting to get dark, and he wanted to make sure that Alex was safe. He rode the distance to the park and pulled in. There didn't appear to be anyone there. No cars were parked in the parking lot, and no bikes were on the bike rack. He let out a sigh as he rested his head on his handle bars. Alex where are you....Martin thought as he pulled his phone out of his bag. He had decided to give it another try. He pressed the dial button on Alex's name and held it to his ear. It began to ring, and then he heard the faintest sound....it was Death Cab for Cutie, I will possess your heart...Alex's ringtone. He knew it because Alex and he had chosen it together as his contact ringtone. He quickly started to ride into the park and followed the sound and heard it become louder as he moved closer to the back of the park where the beach area was. The sound went silent and he redialed. This time he heard it far more clearly and he picked up speed. Finally, he reached the source. He saw Alex's bike there and his backpack, but no Alex. He looked around briefly and saw the trail down to the beach. He knew Alex had to have gone there. He walked down the pathway making sure he was keeping quiet the whole time. Finally he got down far enough on the path so as to where he could hide behind a few brush and trees. He could see onto the beach, but he couldn't be seen himself. There he saw Alex sitting in the center of the beach a few feet away from the water. His knees were drawn up to his chin and his hands were wrapped around them. His face was buried into his knees and he could hear soft sobbing sounds coming from his direction. The scene alone broke Martin's heart. He could barely handle the idea that Alex was sitting there alone and hurt. He got up from his position in the brush and started to walk onto the sandy beach. The soft sand cloaked his footsteps as he approached, stopping only ten or so feet away from Alex. From this position he could clearly hear Alex's sobs and could see his hair was matted with sweat. "Alex," Martin said softly. Alex suddenly gasped and turned around quickly. He locked eyes with Martin, who could now clearly see that his face was red, tears were still on it, and it was very apparent that he had been crying pretty hard earlier. In response, Alex rose very slowly and then seemed to glance just over Martin's shoulders. Just as Martin started to walk closer with his hand out, Alex suddenly tried to run. He tried to go beside Martin and run towards the trail, but Martin was too quick. He quickly grabbed Alex's shoulder and, as gently as he could, brought Alex to the ground. "LET ME GO!" Alex said squirming beneath Martin, who was now straddling his mid section as he tried to keep him down. "ALEX, LISTEN TO ME FOR A SECOND!" Martin shouted. Alex stopped moving and his eyes locked with Martin's. "Why are you running away from me? Was I being too harsh? Do you think I'm going to hurt you or something?" "I don't think I'm good enough for you..."Alex said, his voice trailing off towards the end. "Wait....what?" Martin said, confused. "All I did was piss you off...and I was being selfish, and yet the whole time you were being selfless and keeping yourself in check. I couldn't even manage to do that...and...I just don't want to hurt you," Alex said, the tears returning. Martin quickly pulled Alex up and embraced him tightly as he rubbed his back and began to kiss his neck. Alex tried to pull away some, but Martin held him tightly. "Why..." But before Alex could continue, Martin cut him off. "Alex, I've said it before...I love you...and I will do anything to make sure we can be together. I don't want this relationship to end, especially when it just started. Alex, you're special to me in so many different ways...I don't want to lose you. I mean, yes I was angry and I could have handled that situation better, but I want us to be able to work through this kind of stuff. I mean you kind of had a right to feel upset about Ashley; more than I did about your guy friends," Martin let out a light sigh as he ran his finger over Alex's cheek. "Your guy friends don't have a crush on you like I do, but Ashley has a crush on me like you have on one me. So I can see why you're upset and I can also see why you did what you did. I've decided that come tomorrow I'll tell her that I like someone else. But all I ask is that you let me have my close friends as well. You have your guy and girl friends, so you have to give me just a bit of space and let me have mine....ok?" Martin said as he leaned in for a light kiss. Alex let Martin's words seep in for a minute. He still felt horrible for what he had done and he knew he could have handled that situation far better. He hadn't communicated with Martin properly, he acted on assumption, and he lied. That combination alone is enough to destroy a lot of relationships and he didn't want it to destroy this one. "I mean I don't know....I still feel awful about what I did to you..." "Well I forgive you for it Alex. Besides, we're only human, and humans make mistakes." Alex's face brightened as he looked at Martin who returned his bright smile. He felt joy rush into his veins, and he knew that this was meant to be. "Ok...Thank you...my love," Alex said as he leaned in to share a passionate kiss with Martin. "Mmmm...that was good," Martin said as he pulled away. The two walked up the pathway and got to their bikes. They mounted them and quickly pedaled out of the park and had one last kiss as they parted to head back to their respective homes. The sun granted one last wave of light as the pink sky and sapphire blue water met at the horizon so far away. The boys looked out their windows....they thought of hope...happiness...some of the many things they desired for their future. Most of all, though, each boy wanted the one he loved to be there with him. In the face of death, in the tides of misfortune, in the coldest of realities, love will prevail It was Tuesday afternoon and West Telson Middle had just let out. Alex walked alongside Martin as the two headed for their bikes. They had agreed to reschedule their bike tour of the town. Suddenly, Martin stopped in the hallway with Alex. Just ahead of them, he saw Ashley walking along with a few other girls to the car rider line. "Alex...I need to take care of this," Martin said in a serious tone. Alex looked at him, confused, until Martin pointed ahead to Ashley. Martin silently mouthed out an 'oh' as he realized what he was about to do. "Meet me at the bikes, I'll be there when I'm done," Martin said walking a bit faster ahead of Alex. He walked until he was only five or so feet away from Ashley. "Hey Ashley," Martin said brightly. "Oh, hey Martin...so are you able to hang out this weekend?" Ashley asked, obviously anxious for an answer. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about something else...alone," Martin said in a more serious tone, putting slight emphasis on the 'alone' part. "Oh...umm ok sure" Ashley replied as she followed Martin around the corner. She turned around to look at her friends who gave her a puzzled look. She just shrugged her shoulders in response, also unsure as to what was going to happen. The two started to walk towards the library. It was kept open after school for students who needed to study, but was generally pretty empty around this time. They walked into the large expanse of books. The only person there appeared to be the librarian, who was distracted with typing up some document on the computer. There was an almost ghost like feel to it all. It was so quiet aside from the occasional click of a key from the keyboard. The particles flowed through the light that streamed in through the skyline windows. It was the calm before the impeding storm. Martin led Ashley to one of the study rooms and closed the door behind them. It was a white room, no windows. Just a table, a few outlets, chairs, and that was it. They both took a seat and Martin let out a sigh. "I think it would be best that I just get straight to it....I've been hearing...and I feel based on the way you've been acting around me...I'm wondering if you like me." Martin said in a serious and almost rushed voice. He looked up and locked eyes with her. Her face was one of shock, worry, fear, and every emotion you have when you're found out by your crush. It looked just like Alex's face when he first found out about him. "I...I..."Ashley was stuttering; she was starting to falter, and her cool demeanor vanished. He's not acting like I had planned it out in my head...this wasn't supposed to happen like this...he's not saying yes like I had planned...crap... Ashley thought as she slowly started to lose her grip on her cool. Martin all the while sat there calmly, but it was obvious he wasn't there to deliver good news. "Yes..." Ashley let her sentence trail off because she knew what was next...and it wasn't what she had planned. "I'm sorry Ashley...I still want to be friends....but I've got someone I already love," Martin said. He didn't know what else to tell her. He didn't know how to comfort her without her thinking something may be possible. He knew that he had to be honest...though the truth may hurt sometimes. The tears began to well...the mascara drew a line down her cheek as the salty and bitter tears fell. She made soft noises as she sobbed. Martin didn't know what else to say or do...but he knew he couldn't give her a wrong impression. This was for Alex...this had to be finished and done with no matter how painful it was for her or how little he wanted to hurt her; it was for love. Martin got up from his chair, and decided that it was time for him to go. He was turning around and just about to open the door when Ashley spoke up. "Who?" Martin gave it a thought. He wasn't sure if it was the best idea to mention it to her or not. She could easily use it against him and Alex and make their lives in school a living hell. Yet he felt that she wasn't going to do that. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that, though she may have a crush on him, she wasn't jealous. Her crush was like Alex's love...she just didn't want to see him upset, and she only wanted him happy, even if it hurt herself...which was why it was just that much more painful to tell her no. But it was for love. "Alex....Alex Stewart," Martin said as he walked out the door and shut it softly. He didn't turn to tell her, and he didn't turn around afterwards to see her reaction, but he was sure her face was one of shock. She probably didn't understand...and she may not ever...but that wasn't important right now. The only thing that mattered to him was the one he loved. He walked down the hall, out the door, and saw Alex standing next to their bikes. He had an anxious look on his face. He walked up to Martin and put his hand on his shoulder. "So...how did she take it?" Alex asked softly. Martin let out a light sigh. "She was upset. She knows we're boyfriends, but she isn't going to tell anyone about us," Martin said in a downtrodden tone. "Wait...how do you know she won't tell....and why did you tell her?" Alex said, his face betraying his panic and anxiety. "I just know she won't tell...and I told her because...because after all she went through...it was the least I could have told her," Martin said as he reached for his helmet and started to strap it on. "Wait...but..." Before he could continue Martin cut him off. "If I had told you 'no' when I found out you liked me...after all that worrying you went through...after all the hope you had invested into this relationship working out...and it was because someone else had stolen my heart...wouldn't you at the very least want to know who it was?" Martin replied in a serious tone as he locked eyes with Alex. His face was stone cold, and Alex realized why he was like this. It was never easy to be told no. Martin decided that this wasn't a good way to start off their tour around town, so he quickly smiled and lightly punched Alex on the shoulder. "Come on...I need to get home before this year ends," Martin said, laughing quietly. Both boys quickly pedaled off down the street and rode off to explore the town and all it had to offer. They were young...the world was still a huge place...but they understood that they loved each other. Jacob felt his head lightly resting on the pillow and his body still recovering from the amazing experience he had just had Corey. He looked around briefly and realized that Corey wasn't in the bed with him anymore. His eyes adjusted to the dim light flowing in through the windows from the setting sun as he rubbed them lightly. There, just in front of the window, stood Corey. He was still naked and hadn't yet put on his clothes. He was looking out over lake. His skin was perfectly tanned and his muscles had become more defined. He still had on a white puka shell necklace that he had worn that day, and it contrasted amazingly with his skin. His hair glowed a golden color that was only achievable with certain colors of blonde. He looked like a supermodel or an angle, but either way, he was gorgeous. Jacob lightly got out of his bed, making sure he didn't make any noise. He walked up slowly behind Corey and snaked his hands around him so that he had them wrapped around his abs. He pulled Corey into him so their warm skin touched and the feeling sent a shiver through them both. It was like an electric shock and both boys had goose bumps from the sensual but loving touch. Corey let out a sigh of pleasure and placed both his hands on Jacob's wrists as he moved Jacobs's hands around his abs and upper chest. Yet despite this moment of calm, Jacob could sense that Corey had something on his mind, and he was upset. He leaned in and lightly whispered into his ear: "What's wrong love?" "I just...I'm kind of nervous about the try outs tomorrow," Corey said, the anxiety in his voice apparent. "Well...everyone gets nervous when a huge test is about to happen, or a try out, or anything like that, but you don't need to worry. You're a great swimmer and you'll do fine, just have confidence in yourself," Jacob replied, trying to maintain a positive tone as he spoke. "Well...if you think so..." "I know so. But do you know that you can do it?" Jacob asked lightly but in a stern and loving voice. Corey smiled to himself as he leaned his head back onto Jacob's shoulder. This was why he loved this boy so much. He believed in him even when he wasn't sure about himself. He cared and really did want a loving relationship, not some quick fling to see if he likes it or not...not like the others. He knew Jacob truly did believe in him, and it gave him the strength to a point where he felt like he could fly. Corey turned around in Jacob's hands, placed his hands on Jacobs's firm butt, and pulled him into a close hug. He placed his lips on Jacob's and parted his so that they could explore each other with their tongues just as they had only half an hour before. They passionately made out for a brief minute until Corey pulled away. He looked Jacob in the eyes, and lightly ran his index finger around Jacob's lips. "If you believe I can do it...I can do anything," Corey said genuinely as he continued to look Jacob in the eyes. Their smiles showed the emotion they felt. Sapphire blue ocean, and emerald green fire met as they gazed into the other's eyes. Combined, the two create the crystal clear air of the atmosphere, the vapor of the clouds. If he believes in me then I can fly It was Friday night, and the bodies raced through the water. They were on the last leg of practice. The blue water splashed through the air above the pool as the boys and girls went all out for the last bit of the session. Jacob sat on the side watching, but he didn't care much for any of the other boys. Yes, they were built, in small and tight Speedos, and would look pretty awesome with nothing on, but none of it mattered to him. He had his eyes on the body that glided through the water in the second lane. His tan skin contrasted the water, his blonde hair was beautifully wet, and his tight suit showed the details of his amazingly firm bubble butt. Jacob smiled to himself knowing that this god of a boy was his own. "Ok guys, good work and thank you all for your try outs. I would like you all to go and get changed first, and after you all come out I'll post the list of who made the team," the coach said as the swimmers all rushed to the locker room. They all changed and showered pretty quickly and, before ten minutes had passed, they were all out on the pool deck anxiously awaiting the answer. The coach posted the list on the board and they all crowded around it. Corey quickly scanned the list and at first he didn't see his name. Panic and fear struck his heart as he wondered if he hadn't made it. He was about to think the worst when suddenly the coach spoke up. "OH crap...sorry I forgot the second page...here you guys go. Sorry about that!" The coach said as he pushed his way through the crowd and posted the second list. Corey looked it over quickly and at the very top he saw his name as one of the people who had made the team. Excitement suddenly rushed into his veins and the largest smile ever spread across his face. He swiftly ran across the pool deck to grab his things, and afterwards raced down the hall and out the exit to his bike. Jacob stood there alongside his own bike and began to smile widely as he saw Corey's expression. "I'm guessing you didn't make the team?" Jacob said sarcastically, since it was so obvious that he had. "I DID IT...FUCK YEA!!" Corey shouted as he gave the air a fist pump. He then looked around quickly, and when he thought the coast was clear he quickly pulled Jacob into an embrace and gave him a loving kiss. He then continued to hold hands with him as they locked eyes. "So, since you're already spending the night, maybe we can go out for a celebratory dinner?" Jacob suggested. "Of course...and maybe later tonight...I could expect a few 'congratulations' from you," Corey said seductively as he narrowed his eyes. The thought alone was already making Jacob hard, and of course he was happy to 'congratulate' Corey on his accomplishment. "Of course," Jacob replied. The two boys then jumped on their bikes and quickly pedaled away, just as the street lights were starting to illuminate for the impeding night. A night of happiness, love, and of course plenty of 'congratulations' all around. Terry Windsor was walking around on the pool deck gathering his things. He was a junior at West Telson High and was 17. Terry was a sports maniac and, to no one's surprise, he had made the swim team. He was also a one of the most immature people at the high school, whose favorite activity was acting like an idiot along with his other "friends." Terry's sense of humor was crude; for him, hilarity was when his friend Jim farted as loud as possible in the middle of a teacher's lecture. He and his friends would laugh for minutes, yet the rest of the class just found it annoying. Jim was given detention, while Terry and his friends were told to be quiet. They, of course, didn't listen. Terry's pride and joy was his truck, which was jacked up two feet, had the loudest exhaust system possible, and of course had a pair of black giant rubber balls on the trailer hitch. He also loved girls, but not because he 'loved them' but instead just loved doing them. He had had about eleven different girlfriends from the beginning of high school, and several girls he was on and off with. He had done all of them, and didn't really care about 'that emotional sappy queer crap' as he had put it. Terry also wasn't the brightest of the pack, and in fact barely passed his classes. The only reason he did any work was so that he could stay on the various sports teams...and because he really wasn't capable of doing any better. Yet, he was told by his dad and he believed himself that, as long as he did well in sports and kept passing grades, he could get several scholarships and would get into several colleges...so he was told. Moreover, Terry was an asshole to just about anyone he didn't consider a friend, and he certainly didn't seem to be in any hurry to make any new ones. On top of all this he was also extremely intolerant. If a person wasn't Christian, straight, and Republican, then he or she was a hippy, queer, terrorist, or one of many other things. Terry's view on the world was limited to a range of sports, things that could make his truck louder or faster, or girls with huge 'boobs' that would bounce nicely when he fucked them. In a basic sense, his future would never be as bright as he thought. Just as he had gathered the last of his things, Terry happened to glance out the window. There he saw Corey, some freshman that was on the team as well, and another freshman boy he didn't recognize, but had seen around the hallways some. They were both standing there talking to each other. He was about to look away when suddenly he saw Corey lean in and kiss the other boy. What the fuck... Terry thought as he watched this unfold. He saw the boys holding hands and talking. After about two minutes, they appeared to be finished, got on their bikes, and quickly rode away. An evil grin came to Terry's face and he let out a low laugh. So we got a couple more faggots around this school...well maybe I should show them what we think of queers here. Authors note: Well the good news is that now Martin and Alex are back and happy together. The bad news is....well Jacob's and Corey's relationship is about to hit that rough spot I told you all about earlier. So the last person in the world that they would want to know, found out....this is about to get bad. We are half way through this loop, now it's time for the other half. So what did you think of this section? Do you have any questions, comments, suggestions? Well e-mail me at EFoster447@yahoo.com. I want to thank everyone who has emailed me back. I've really enjoyed them and I really do love receiving mail from you, because as I've said before, it helps me push through to make this story, and it lets me know what you think of each section of the story or the story overall. So if you have a little time at the end, and even if it's just a line or two, I would really love to get an e-mail from you because it lets me know what you all think of what I've written. I also have to thank my editor Mike Archer, who has helped me edit this section. Thanks again for reading this section of the story and I hope you will continue to read it as it comes along and continue to enjoy the story as I create the parts for it. Thanks again everyone.