David and Tristan

DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the Farm, about two teen boys named David and Tristan. It is a story of discovery...what the boys learn about life, about themselves, and what it means to be gay. If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage then you should move on to something else.

DAVID & TRISTAN--BOYS IN SCHOOL is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c)2001 by D.Z., all rights reserved. You may contact me by emailing ndman72@yahoo.com.

PREFACE:

I enjoy very much getting emails from my readers. I have found that they range in age from 13 to 76 years old and all of them have fascinating things they share with me. The following email quote is from a reader who lives in Palm Springs, California and he has been a long time fan of my story. His name just happens to be Tristin and I want you to know how much I agree with his views! (And I think my character Tristan would very much agree with his namesake.) Please think about what the real Tristin is saying here.

"Life is harder for someone who is gay in a world that doesn't like the person you are or what they THINK you are. I would like others to read your story so they can see just what life can be like for someone who is gay. I think if the world could understand this, our Youth, and anyone who is coming to terms with being gay, or for people in general it can show them what life is really about-- that life is about Love. Love for oneself, Love for another person, Love for your neighbor, Love for parents, Love for friends, and all the seconds you spend on this planet if spent in some form of LOVE the life you'd lead would be Spectacular."

It's me again, D.Z. As I listen to the real life stories of the guys who write to me, I hear the good and bad things about being gay. I hear about rejection from families and former friends. And the hurts families and friends can inflict are deep down hurts. Those hurts and that rejection is a blow to anyone's self esteem. But then I also hear how guys have overcome those severe blows to go on to find solid, lasting relationships with partners who love them for who they are. What does that tell me? It tells me to never give up. Never. So believe in yourself, love yourself, and be open to the possibility and power of love. Be the best person you can be and leave those who would reject you behind to deal with the losses and griefs their narrow minds and small hearts have caused.

Tristin from California is indeed telling in a nutshell what my story involving David, Tristan, and the people they are close to is all about. It's about love. It's about being gay. Without further delay, here is what is happening in the lives of David and Tristan now.

CHAPTER 13. THE BIG GAME.

The next few days solidified their back to school routine. David would pick Tristan up at his home. There they would give their morning greetings to one another in Tristan's bedroom, always with a kiss and a long embrace. David was very fashion conscious and he made sure his Trissy was dressed properly. Today David was looking in Tristan's closet for another shirt. "Here, Tristan, wear this shirt. It goes better with the other stuff you have on," he prompted this morning as they prepared to leave.

"What's wrong with this one?" Tristan asked with sincere puzzlement as he peeled off the shirt he was wearing.

"The colors clash a little. This one is better. Here." David handed him the shirt after Tristan took off the offending one.

"You know you are turning me into a babe magnet don't ya?" Tristan asked. "I've had girls hitting on me in school every day so far."

"The girls I'm not worried about, Tristan," David laughed and then suddenly turned serious. "Now, if you told me there was some cute guy hitting on ya I'd be worried--like Drew." He watched Tristan carefully as he said that.

Tristan turned to face David and stepped up to him, resting both hands on David's shoulders and looked him straight in his blue eyes. "David, don't worry about Drew. I like him but he's not the guy I love--you are. Besides, Drew's too busy paying attention to Anthony right now. That cutie is Drew's shadow I swear."

David visibly relaxed. Over the last few days the need had been growing in him to be sure that Tristan wasn't going to find Drew more appealing. It was obvious that Tristan spent just as much time with Drew over the course of the day as Tristan did with him. And worst of all they hadn't been able to find any time to be together alone since that first day of school! David slipped his arms around Tristan and pulled him into a lip lock. "I love ya Tris dude," he whispered to the hunky guy in his arms and then kissed Tristan's ear.

"And I love you Davie babe. Mmmmmmm, let's be late to school today," Tristan murmured to him suggestively as he pressed his hardening sex into David's groin.

"Can't. My dad would have an absolute shit fit if I miss any school, you know that. Save it Trissy, and let's stay together after Friday's football game....and then you know...." he said as he ran his tongue around the edge of Tristan's ear.

"Oh Davie, don't do that then..." Tristan moaned as he shivered with lust and the blood rushed into his dick. David could turn him on and have him ready for sex in a heartbeat, like he did just now.

"Awwwww, poor Trissy is all hornified?" David teased and ran a hand over the large lump tenting out Tristan's crotch.

"Yes, I'm all hornified now thanks to you," Tristan growled. "See if I take care of you the next time you get all hornified like I did the last time," he vowed.

"You loved every second of it and you'd do it now if we had the time," David said unfazed by Tristan's threat. He knew Tristan would never made it stick. Tristan and his whopper were always ready for some fun.

"You wanna?" Tristan's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "I'll skip breakfast," he offered.

"You dork, you already had breakfast," David reminded him.

Tristan humped himself against David as he pleaded, "Oh Davie, I neeeeed it."

"Need what?" David questioned with a straight face. "You had breakfast."

"Some loving....I'm gonna bust from all that stored up jism I've saved up for ya."

"Hey down boy! You know I would like to, but there's no time. You need some ice down there to cool off that hot poker of yours?

"It's not a poke-her, you know, it's a poke-HIM!" Tristan giggled. "And I wanna poke-you."

"Come on, time to go before you get out of control," David laughed as he pulled away from Tristan and opened the door.

"You just love to get me going and then leave me hanging, don't ya?" Tristan fussed with some slightly hurt feelings.

"Suuuuure do, let's go Tristan. Besides, it isn't just hanging, is it?" David laughed even more as Tristan had to adjust himself before he stepped out of his bedroom. David leaned over to Tristan as they prepared to leave, "I promise ya that I'll make it up with ya Tristan, later, kay?" David pecked him with a little kiss on the cheek to seal the promise.

It was so typical of their relationship, David being more concerned about what they should be doing according to other's expectations and Tristan more concerned about what he wanted to be doing with David. They were good for each other that way, keeping each other balanced in their daily lives between their intimate and outside responsibilities. When they got to school they found Drew and Anthony hanging near their lockers.

"Guess what?" Anthony was bursting with excitement as he saw Tristan and David. "Drew and I are going to the theatre tonight to see that latest James Bond movie!"

David put his things in his locker as he replied to Anthony. "That's kewl. Your mom will let you do that on a weeknight?"

"Sure, if I'm home by 9:30 she said and had my homework done."

"Man, some guys have it made in the shade," David grumped. "My folks would never let me do that."

Anthony's face fell in sympathy. "Awwwwwww, that's too bad. Then he brightened back up and his happiness came bubbling out again, "You want us to tell you about it?"

"Just a little, in case we go see it ourselves," David allowed.

Tristan and Drew were having their own conversation off to the side. Tristan had pulled Drew close to ask, "Is that right? You and Anthony are going tonight?"

"Yup." Drew flashed a grin at Tristan.

"Whose idea was it?"

"Mine," Drew admitted with a sideways glance. "He told me he wanted to go see it but never would go because he hates going alone."

Tristan put his books in his locker before answering, "He's pretty excited about it, isn't he?"

"Yup, he is. Cute, huh?"

"Yeah, cute." Tristan agreed but his brain was working rapidly. What was with Drew? Was it just that he loved the hero worship from Anthony or was Drew really attracted to Anthony? It was obvious that Anthony worshipped Drew....but what were Drew's feelings? And Drew wasn't being obvious but the vibes were there...Tristan just had that funny feeling.

Rrrrrrring, the warning bell for the first class sounded. The boys split up to go to their first period classes. Before departing Anthony punched Drew in the shoulder and said, "Bye Drew. See ya later!" He then danced back giggling before scurrying down the hall towards the freshman classrooms and with one last look back he vanished into the crowded halls.

Tristan and David glanced at each other with raised eyebrows before simultaneously saying, "Bye dude." They laughed at that and then David headed off for his English class while Drew and Tristan went the other direction towards chorus.

"You let him hit you like that all the time?" Tristan asked as they walked.

"Yeah. It don't hurt. He tries to be so tough and says he wants to wipe the floor up with me," Drew laughed. "I could hold him off with one hand but he's so cute when he does it. He says he needs to learn how to defend himself so I've been teaching him some stuff."

"Stuff? Like what?" Tristan questioned.

"Like how to handle himself so he doesn't get sucker punched again," Drew said determinedly.

"You're teaching him to fight? A little guy like him?" Tristan asked incredulously.

"Especially a little guy like him. He has to learn how to handle himself and be able to dish out a little hurt when things get rough." Drew smiled wryly, "And he's been using my shoulders for punching bags like you saw."

Tristan pulled the door open to the chorus room and stood there saying, "I just hope it doesn't get him into more trouble."

Drew stopped and looked Tristan in the eye. "Don't you worry about that Anth, he's a little stud! And I'll finish whatever he starts besides," Drew proudly asserted. "Pretty soon nobody will hassle him."

"You aren't worried about Stubby and company?" Tristan asked as they went in.

"A little, but Stubby and I had a 'talk' this morning already."

"Ooooh, you did? This morning?" Tristan stopped just inside and turned to look at Drew as he absorbed this news.

Nonchalantly Drew answered, "Yup. I've been watching for him when he comes to school. I found him this morning outside."

"What happened?"

"Oh, not much. I just told him that if he bothered Anth or any of my friends I was gonna find him and rearrange his face. Then I decked him and told him that was for what he did to Anth in the locker room. He got the message loud and clear."

"Serves that bastard right too, but if I were you I'd watch my back," Tristan warned, "that Stubby is trouble with a capital T." Tristan then proceeded to sit at his usual place and greeted Sean who came up to them. "Hey Sean! How's it going?"

"OK, I guess," and he swiftly changed the subject. "I was....um, like wondering...um, if you guys would wanna sing with me in a trio or something," he asked shyly and then blurted, "Mr. Reed said he'd like to have a trio or quartet in our fall concert and Drew you could do the bass part and Tristan you could do the baritone and I could do the tenor."

"I don't know...," Tristan hesitated and looked at Drew to see what he was thinking. As a result he missed seeing Sean's face fall as he assumed he was being rejected.

Seeing the immediate dejection Sean displayed Drew said, "Hey Sean buddy...," as he put his arm around Sean's shoulders...

With a sharp intake of breath Sean twisted from under Drew's arm. "DON'T DO THAT!" he said sharply and continued in a somewhat moderated tone, "Just don't touch me!"

"What's with you?" Drew asked him in surprise. "Fine, I won't touch you if you don't like it, but I wanted to tell you that I would like to sing with you."

Sean's face lit up as he squeaked in excitement, "You would? Really?"

"Yeah," Drew said in his deepest bass voice and wiggled his eyebrows comically before adding, "Tristan, you should too!"

"I don't think I'm all that good to be in a trio," Tristan said with a modest shrug of his shoulders.

"Everybody has to start somewheres," Drew said. "And your voice is fine cuz I've heard you and all we need to do is practice. And contrary to what most people here in St. Mary's think, I do have a life outside of sports and you should too."

"I do have a life outside of sports," Tristan retorted. He hesitated before answering, "I'll tell ya tomorrow if I can or not."

"You asking your momma's permission or what?" Drew joked being smart.

"I don't have a momma, smart ass! I live with my dad," Tristan said and punched Drew in the shoulder. "You be careful or I'll sic Anthony on you!" he warned. Then they both laughed.

"Who's this Anthony?" Sean asked in puzzlement.

"He's that new kid in school and he's on the football cheerleading squad," Tristan explained.

"Oh him. Yeah, I heard about him. Everyone says he's gay." Sean said deprecatingly.

"Sean, have you met him and do you know him?" Drew asked in a very serious tone.

Sean jerked his head up to reply, "Nope. Why would I want to be friends with him and have everyone think that about me?"

Drew looked Sean in the eyes as he said, "I know Anthony and he's my friend. He's a great person and he's like a little brother to me. And just because he's a cheerleader it doesn't automatically make him gay," Drew finished sternly with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, and if he was, so what?" Tristan said hotly. "It's not like he's some psycho who goes around and hurts other people like Stubby. Anthony's a friend of mine too and if you can't accept that Sean, then I can't sing with you. And another thing--I don't care what other people say."

Sean sensed that his new found friendship with Drew and Tristan was on the verge of collapsing. If they abandoned him now he would be totally alone again. The chasm of loneliness surged within him and his stomach churned with fear. "No wait! I don't hate him I swear!" he said desperately to the two older boys who were the only two people in his world who treated him as a friend.

"Well, that's more like it!" Drew said. "Anthony is a kewl kid and he needs friends who will stand by him when rumors like that are going around," he added. "You'll have to meet him and you'll see what I mean and then smiled at Sean with his gleaming smile before turning to look at Tristan. "So are you going to sing with us or not?" Drew asked.

"I'll let ya know tomorrow, remember?" Tristan reminded Drew over the noise of the bell calling the class to order. They dropped their conversation at that point and moved to their places in the chorus formation. Sean sang that morning with a flutter of excitement and a bit of jealousy in his heart as he thought about how he was having to share Tristan's and Drew's friendship with this Anthony kid.

The morning wore on and soon enough Tristan found himself bored to death in English class. Usually English class seemed so pointless but as he doodled in his notebook and listened idly to the teacher drone on about poetry Tristan had an inspiration! He would write a poem to his David! Yes, that was just the best idea he'd had in a long time! A poem to David so David would know just how much he loved him. Tristan turned to a new page in his notebook and the words began to flow from Tristan's pencil onto the blank page...at times he had to erase and rephrase so he could get it to rhyme properly. It took Tristan the entire period to put his words down on paper and as the class was ending he sat back and reread the results of his labors.

Dear David,

YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND

it need not matter where I go, for you are always on my mind it need not matter when I'm low, for you are always there to find no photograph is needed, for me to see you, true my mind it has succeeded in memorizing you and ever since that day when my heart had found its source you took your time to say okay you took the chance and said I'm yours my heart it will disperse if our love should be no more for your being does quench my thirst that's what you are for you're the essence of my living days The life of which I seize the shafts of our sun rays The air I need to breathe and now you know I love you with all my heart and soul I hold such love for us two, Both hearts now become whole.

P.S. Remember what you promised me this morning?

I can hardly wait for Friday after the game!

Tristan

Tristan couldn't wait to give this to David! He tore it from his notebook and gathered up his school materials. "I need an envelope," he thought hastily. "An envelope. Where do I get an envelope? The office! I'll get one from the office!" and so he dashed down the hall to the office and begged for an envelope and ended up paying for one with some pocket change, a small price to pay for his urgent need.

Hastily, but carefully Tristan folded and inserted his poem for David into the envelope and licked it shut. Then he neatly wrote DAVID on the envelope with a flourish beneath. Soon it would be lunchtime and just before classes resumed he would give it to David. As it was, the entire time they were eating lunch Tristan couldn't sit still. He was so excited and happy that he chattered like a magpie and laughed and laughed. He couldn't ever remember being so happy in his life! David would turn and look at him, not saying a word, and Tristan would grin even more before David would look away.

As soon as they were done eating and had left the lunchroom David asked urgently in a low voice, "What's wrong with you Tristan? Are you on drugs or something?" David couldn't fathom what was going on with Tristan at all.

Tristan giggled as he answered, "No Davie. Nothing like that. I'm not even drunk. Nada. Nothing like that. I'm just so happy is all."

As they talked the two boys walked to their lockers. David looked over at Tristan again to answer, "Yeah, I can tell. But why today? Is there something you need to tell me?" David was still confused by Tristan's unusual animation. David knew that Tristan was more open and expressive than he was but today Tristan was up soaring in the clouds.

"Ummmmm, maybe," Tristan hinted. He couldn't help but giggle with delight as he anticipated giving David the poem and upon reaching his locker he opened it.

"So spill it dude," was David's immediate reply. "What has you acting so goofy?" David said as he looked intently over at Tristan his hand on the handle to his locker, waiting for Tristan to answer.

"You." Tristan giggled again as he glanced over to the guy he loved with his heart and soul. Tristan returned to his task of putting his books away and was busy doing something with his hands inside that David couldn't see behind the open locker door.

"Me?" David asked in total surprise. "What did I do?"

"Yup. You. And you should know," Tristan answered as he bent over to pick something up and displayed the rounded curves of his butt.

"Huh," was David's comment as he admired the view of Tristan's backside. Tristan definitely had a nice ass! It had such a nice round shape and filled his pants in the back almost as well as what Tristan packed in its crotch. David watched Tristan and was totally mystified about this whole thing. "I don't know. So tell me." David said plaintively.

Tristan stood up and looked over his shoulder while he grinned back at David and enjoyed the moment as he waited for some girls to walk by before answering. Once they had passed by Tristan stood up, stepped close to David and said, "I have something to give you. I wrote it in English class."

"What is it? So let me see it then," David held out his hand.

Tristan turned entirely serious in an instant and looked into David's eyes. "Promise you won't laugh?" Tristan asked.

"I promise. Now what is this thing that has you acting so weird today?" David was dying to know.

"Here, I wrote this for you," Tristan said and he fought to keep a silly grin off of his face. "I don't think I'll be turning this in tomorrow for my English assignment." And then he couldn't help but giggle nervously as he handed David the envelope.

David noticed his name on it right away and also the decorative flourish Tristan put under it. Glancing up at Tristan first, David carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the folded sheet of notebook paper. Once again he glanced up at Tristan, noting that Tristan was watching with great anticipation. He began to read and saw the opening title, hearing Tristan's voice in his mind say, "You are always on my mind..." Quickly he read through the poem, the realization dawning on him what Tristan had put on paper. When he finished he went back the beginning and read it again, this time more slowly, and he was engulfed by a flood of emotion.

First was the exhilaration of Tristan's unabashed declaration of love. His heart soared as read the words "and now you know I love you with all my heart and soul". Although David knew Tristan loved him, he didn't comprehend until this very moment how deeply Tristan's love for him ran. That realization staggered him as well as the equally powerful backwash of love for his Tristan that surged forth in answer. David looked up from the poem, joy and love dancing in his sparkling blue eyes. "Bathroom", was all he said as he carefully put the poem back in the envelope, then tucked it away in his notebook. Only then did he and Tristan head purposefully to the rest room.

Tristan was pretty sure David liked it, but David's silence was unnerving. And he knew to which boys rest room they were heading for--it was the one near the auditorium that was seldom used at this time of day. And inside there was a private corner by the sinks that allowed them precious moments of privacy to express their bond of love.

David burst into the rest room as he was wont to do and strode purposefully to their private spot. He spun on the balls of his feet and grabbed Tristan into a ribcrushing hug before his lips latched onto his Tristan's.

"Whoa, that was nice," Tristan remarked once they broke their lip lock yet still in each other's arms. "Does that mean you liked my poem for you?" Tristan asked with a giggle.

David pulled Tristan's head close and murmured, "Tris, it was awesome! I loooooved it and I love you!" David said into Tristan's ear before giving it a little flick with his tongue.

"Ooooh, David, you're doing it to me again!" Tristan warned as his dick began to rapidly fill. "If ya don't quit now I won't be responsible for my actions," he giggled as he dropped his hand down to rub David's cute butt.

"Yeah, we'd better quit then. I just wanted you to know how much I liked your poem Tris," David said with emotion obvious in his voice. "You know, I wish I could put words on paper like that to show you how much I love you Tristan, but I can't."

"Why not?" Tristan frowned. "You could if you wanted to."

"I do want to...but I know I just can't," David said a touch defensively. "The words don't come to me that way. Poetry? I might as well try to speak German."

Tristan giggled. "You mean you can't speak German with all that German in your family heritage?"

"Nope. Not a word. Grandpa and Grandma Brandt said one time that their families quit speaking German during World War I and they never used it after so even my dad doesn't know any German because he didn't grow up hearing it. Grandpa said back then it was real important for German-Americans to show their allegiance to America by being Americans, not Germans.

Tristan shrugged his shoulders before answering, "OK Davie, don't worry about having to write me a poem or anything. Actions mean more than words anyway, at least that what my dad says all the time," and then laid a quick kiss on David's lips. It had to be a quick one too since at that very moment the outer door to the restroom opened with a thud and instantly the boys broke their kiss and covered by David combing his hair while Tris washed his hands.

Their romantic interlude broken, the boys reverted to their normal patterns of socialization until they had to go back to class. Only this day it was David who wanted that little bit of extra acknowledgement of their bond before they parted. What he really wanted before they separated was a hug and a kiss but he had to settle for a loving glance and a quick brush of their hands as they went to their individual classes.

All that afternoon David basked in a warm emotional afterglow as he thought about what Tristan had written in his love poem. "How in the world can I ever show him that I love him back like he has to me?" David wondered. It was a question that continued to gnaw at him throughout the afternoon. He considered all manner of things a person usually would deem romantic. A poem to Tristan? Totally out of the question since David didn't know where to begin one. Flowers? Yeah, right. He might as well wear a flashing sign proclaiming he was gay if he did that. Candy? Nah, it was too impersonal and all too easily forgotten. Besides, who needed all that sugar?

It was in his final period of class that David hit upon his answer. Since he and Tristan already had plans for the night of the big football game, he could just make it more special for Tristan. He would show Tristan how much he loved his Tris-dude by taking him on a "date". It would be an all out effort to show Tristan the love he felt for his boyfriend. "Yes! That was it! He would give his Tristan a night to remember! " David exulted as it began to dawn on him that something in their relationship had changed. He totally loved his Tristan and that they were indeed more than boyfriends! He examined the word concept in his mind once more, boyfriends. Yup, David realized then that their relationship had gone far beyond the exploration of the sexual act and being boyfriends. Now sex had become am intimate form of expressing their love for each other and that expressing the love they shared was what was most important. David surrendered the last hidden recesses of his heart...his Tristan had found the key to the innermost door of his heart and unlocked it that day. Without a doubt now they were lovers.

It was after school when they were dressing for football practice when the boys were good spirits and the banter was flowing. The truth to be told, this was one of Tristan's favorite times of the day...when he was with David and yet he was surrounded by what he considered to be male beauty--the naked angles and curves of the guys on the football team. Drew's flaccid masculinity was always on display since Drew had no reason to be ashamed of anything!

"Hey Anth my man! How ya doing?" Drew greeted his little buddy as he came and joined their group.

"Hey Drew! I'm good," Anthony grinned at Drew as he greeted his bare chested hero.

"How'd your math test go this afternoon," Drew asked next.

"Pretty good," Anthony said. "What you told me on the phone last night really helped. I think I got at least a B on it," he guessed as he opened his locker and pulled out his cheerleading practice sweats. "So, you guys think you'll win this game?" Anthony asked the three boys as he started to undress.

"Like is there is any doubt, Little Man?" Drew rumbled back in a deep voice.

"Yeah, we'll win. They won't be pushovers but we should win," David concurred.

Tristan stopped his dressing to giggle and then remark, "Yeah, well we better win or Davie and me will be minus some hair."

David's head jerked up and he yelped out, "Tris!"

"What David?" Tristan asked innocently.

"Tris, you know," David said.

Drew homed in on this minor rift between David and Tristan immediately. It was the first time he had ever heard either of them differ with each other in the slightest. "What's this all about, you guys?" he demanded.

"Ya, ve haf our vays of making you talk!" Anthony said in his sinister voice as he pointed at the two boys. "Drew, make 'em talk," Anthony ordered...and then giggled.

"It's nothing much...something kinda personal," David was being evasive since he didn't want to talk about it.

Tristan couldn't help it...he cracked up with a huge guffaw. In between gales of laughter he managed to gasp out, "Yeah, it's personal all right. David has a high stakes bet going with some friends on the Lion's team."

"Don't be so smart there funny boy," David shook his finger as he told Tristan. "You made the same bet!"

Of course this limited amount of information just made the other two boys all the more curious. "What? What? Tell us, you gotta tell us!" That was from Anthony who was bouncing on his toes and dying of curiosity.

Drew was more dignified. Wearing only his jock he just walked over to David and put a friendly arm over his shoulder. "Now David, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to, buuuuuut I can't believe you'd hold out on your friends like this so maybe you would wanna tell us?"

David's face blushed bright red. "Don't dooooo that!" he exclaimed as he wriggled out from under Drew's arm. David certainly didn't want to get caught doing anything that looked gay to the outside world and to have Tristan watch as a nearly naked Drew put his arm around him made David flustered as well as embarrassed. David spun away from Drew and then faced him in a state of agitation. "Don't you ever do that again, you big DORK!" David emphasized.

Drew just smiled slightly and spread his hands in a nonchalant way as he replied, "Hey, hey there David. Now you don't have to go and announce the obvious. Everyone in here already knows what I pack in my jeans. Now why don't you just tell us about this little bet of yours, huh?"

"Ya, tell us!" Anthony chimed in immediately as he stood next to his hero Drew.

Miffed, David looked over at Tristan and said, "You can tell them since you had to blab about it."

"Well, OK David," Tristan said as his heart made a lurch. They were having such a wonderful day and Tris hoped he hadn't screwed it all up. "It's like this you guys. We have these friends on the other team and their names are Jason and Chris. So before school started we made this bet you see. Whoever lost this game between our team and their team had to shave off their pubes."

"Oh my god," Anthony breathed in awestruck fascination. "You really made that bet?" he asked with a considerable interest.

Drew laughed at David. "You must have been pretty damn sure we're gonna win if you bet your pubes!" he said with a wide grin.

"Yeah, and you guys better not let me down either!" David threatened. "In fact, if we lose, I think you should be minus yours too!"

"Now now Davie boy, I don't go around making those kinda bets. 'Fraid you and Tristan are gonna have to handle that bet with just the two of you."

"Hey Drew, that's a big time bet and I know David doesn't want to lose," Anthony piped up. "I'd do it for my friends," he concluded.

Drew turned and looked at Anthony. "You would? You'd shave your patch?"

"Yup, if I had to," Anthony said determinedly to Drew and then he turned to face David and said, "I'm in with ya David. I support you guys 110% and we're in this together!"

"Whoa!" David exclaimed, amazement written all over his face. "You'd do that for real just because we're friends?"

"Yupyup, for any of you three I would!" Anthony earnestly affirmed.

David turned to Drew, "Now that's what I call a friend! So, big man, you gonna lay it on the line like the rest of us?"

"Aw shit!" Drew cussed. He was cornered. Anthony's impetuous support of David put him on the spot. "Oh, OK," Drew reluctantly agreed. "You lose your bet, then we all four lose em."

Tristan spoke up. "You know David, if the whole team was let in on it, they would be pretty motivated to win, ya know?"

"I'm not gonna tell em!" David exclaimed. "I might be quarterback and all and maybe I made a stupid bet, but I sure as hell won't ask everyone else to do it. And don't you dare!" he gave Tristan the look that meant he was serious.

By this time they were all dressed. "I'm gonna concentrate on winning that game and if everyone would do that we wouldn't have any worries, now would we?" David asked right before he left. After he heard the proper 'no' answers David led them out to the practice field.

On the way out Tristan quietly apologized to David. "Hey David, I'm sorry I opened my big mouth. I hope I haven't made ya mad at me babe."

David answered him quietly, "Aw, I'm not mad at ya Tristan. I just wish you would keep things a little more private is all. It worked out I guess," David reluctantly conceded. Then practice started and the boys didn't have time to think of anything but football. The coach ran them ragged going over their plays and making sure everyone was doing the job they were supposed to be doing.

After that grueling practice, they walked tiredly back to the locker room. There was very little talk as they all stripped off their practice gear and went to shower. Tristan got his peeks in as he usually did while David and Drew seemed to oblivious to sights surrounding them. It wasn't until they were about to go when the next interesting piece of conversation came up. This time it was Anthony's remark which caught the attention of David and Tristan. "Hey Drew, are we still doing the movie thing tonight?"

"Yup, Little Man, we sure are!" Drew smiled at Anthony. "You be ready and I'll pick ya up at 6:45, OK?"

"Oh that's right! You guys have a date for the movie tonight," Tristan teased them.

Anthony's brows came together as he frowned at Tristan. "Shut up Tris-butt! You're just jealous."

Drew stepped in. "Leave off with the stupid teasing stuff Tristan, we're just going as buds, right Anthony?"

"Yeah." Anthony answered huffily, "so you can just stuff it where the sun don't shine, Tris-butt!"

Now it was Tristan's turn to frown. "I was just teasing you guys, no need to have a cow or nothing!" he retorted.

"All right, no fighting boys. Everyone to their own corners," David announced as he put himself between Tristan and Anthony. "There's no need for anyone to be mean here and there will be no fights of any kind before a football game, got it?" and he shot stern looks at the antagonists.

"Yup David, I was just doing some friendly teasing. Didn't mean anything." Tristan half apologized.

"Sorry," Anthony said after he was given a little nudge by Drew.

They finished their dressing then and the two pairs each went their own way home as usual, David and Tristan heading in one direction, Drew and Anthony going their own way.

Once out of sight Anthony complained to Drew, "Why does Tristan have to be saying things like that?"

"I don't know. He said he was just teasing."

"I'm not so sure. He wasn't looking at me like he was joking when he said that. That's what made me kinda mad. Why can't two guys go to a movie without being teased about being on a date?" He sighed heavily. "I'm so tired of being teased about that stuff."

"Aww, Anth. Don't let Tristan bother ya. Haven't you noticed that he and David are real close friends? They do everything together. Maybe he's just jealous that it's you and me going to the movies." Drew laughed.

Anthony stopped in his tracks. "Huh," he said, "I never woulda thought of it that way." From that moment on, Anthony resolved to pay closer attention to the nuances of David and Tristan's friendship. It did sound exactly to him like Tristan was jealous. Then it was time for them to split up and Anthony hurried home so he could be ready when Drew came to pick him up.

It was later on in the evening by this time and the phone rang at Craig Thompson's house. "Hello." Craig really hoped it wasn't one of those extremely annoying telephone marketing calls that was interrupting his evening fantasy. He was lying on his bed and picturing in his mind the beauty of Randy's hunky body. How he wished he had his lips wrapped around that pole of Randy's! He wrenched his mind away from that alluring scene and focused on whomever had the temerity to interrupt.

"Is this Craig?" a low voiced man asked.

Craig thought he recognized the voice but still he wasn't entirely sure. "Excuse me, this is he," Craig answered after he cleared his throat.

"Oh good. This is Randy, Tristan's dad?"

"Hello Randy," Craig answered with delight. "Glad you called."

"Yeah, sorry it took me so long," Randy answered rather nervously. "I've been thinking - a lot."

"I was wondering about you," Craig admitted. "So what have you been thinking?"

"Well, I was thinking that I'd like to get together again if that's OK with you." Randy spoke the last words in a rush.

"Absolutely, it is fine with me," Craig answered as calmly as he could. "What did you have in mind and when?" Craig inquired.

"Oh, maybe seeing the boy's football game with me this Friday and then maybe afterwards having a night cap?"

"Yes, I would love to on account of both reasons."

"That's great. You want me to pick up before the game or meet you there?" Randy asked.

"You can pick me up," Craig readily suggested. "Randy, you are OK with doing things together?" Craig questioned.

"Yeah, I think so, now that I've had some time to sort myself out," Randy confessed. "It was my first time, you know, with a guy and all and I had to figure out that it was OK."

"And you are sure it's OK for you?" Craig persisted.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. It's what I've always dreamed of and never dared to do for one thing. And I guess I don't have to worry about Tristan hating me for it if he were to find out, now would I?"

"Yes, I would say you have thought about it then. I'll be waiting for you to pick me up. What time should I look for you on Friday night?"

"Can you be ready shortly after 6:00? The j-v games start at 6:30."

"Absolutely not a problem Randy. I'm looking forward to it very much in fact. See you on Friday and I'll be ready to go at 6:00!" Craig said enthusiastically.

"Great!" Randy exclaimed. "See you then."

"Yeah, and thanks for calling Randy, I'm so glad you did," Craig said earnestly.

"Me too," Randy blurted. "See ya Friday Craig. Bye." And then Randy hung up.

After the movie, Drew and Anthony walked home under the starry sky, smelling the fresh autumn air perfumed with the seasonally unique scent of fall foliage and harvest. Anthony had to resist the urge to skip like a grade schooler, he was sooo happy to be going to spend the night at the home of his idol, Drew! When Drew picked him up, Drew asked if he wanted to stay over afterwards. It took some serious pleading from Anthony and finally his mother relented.

They walked down the dark streets where the street lamps cast islands of light in the night's dimness. Usually Anthony was scared to be alone in the dark, but not tonight! Not when he had Drew striding confidently at his side.

Before long they reached a house which had a big utility truck parked on the street in front. Drew's house was a nicely kept older home and it fit in with the rest of the neighborhood. "Is this your house?" Anthony asked as they turned up the driveway leading to the single car garage.

"Yup, this is where I live," Drew answered simply.

"What does your dad do?" Anthony asked as his head swiveled to make out some details of the truck in the dim light of the stars. There were street lights at the end of the block, but since Drew's house was situated near the middle, not much light made its way through the canopy of the trees lining the street.

As they entered the walk in door to the garage Drew answered, "He works for the phone company and since he has the truck home it means he's on call."

"On call? You mean he has to work tonight?"

"Nope, he just has to go out if someone's phone stops working and needs to have it fixed right away."

"Oh. That must bite big time," Anthony sympathized.

"My dad doesn't mind too much, Drew explained as they walked through the dark garage. "He doesn't have to go all that often and when he does he gets double time."

Drew lead the way into the house, pushing the door open and announcing as he opened the door, "Mom, Dad, I'm home and I brought a friend with me."

An attractive woman appeared from the depths of the house and greeted Anthony. "Hi. I'm Drew's mom, Amanda."

"Mom, this Anthony, the gymnast on the cheerleading squad I was telling you about."

"Very nice to meet you Anthony. Drew has talked about you enough so I already feel like I know you," she said as she smiled warmly at the smaller boy.

At that moment a tall dark skinned man entered the kitchen where they stood. "So this is Anthony!" the man exclaimed. "How's things going for ya?"

"Real good, Mr. Andrews!"

"Whoa, go easy on the mister! Just call me Dev.

"Dev?" Anthony repeated curiously.

"It's short for Devlin," Drew added with a smile for his buddy.

"Oh, got it!" and Anthony smiled a shy smile at Drew's dad.

"Mom, dad, Anthony is gonna spend the night here, OK?" Drew informed his parents.

"Do Anthony's parents know of this?" Drew's mom, Amanda, took on the parental verification duty.

"Yes, mom, Anthony's mom knows. She has our phone number and stuff, right Anthony?" Drew turned to his smaller buddy.

"Yup, we gave it to her when I asked about coming over."

"Well, OK then, as long as you guys keep the noise down so us old folks can sleep!" Drew's dad put on an act and shuffled around the kitchen holding his back like someone twice his age of 42.

Anthony stared. He didn't have a dad and so to see Drew's dad being a comic was strange to him. He couldn't help it, he giggled his infectious giggle. That broke the ice and the Andrews family all immediately liked Anthony as of that moment. Cute as a button was the thought that popped into everyone's mind.

"Come on Anthony, I'll show ya my room now," Drew prodded him through the kitchen.

"Nice meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Andrews," Anthony said as he was pushed out of the kitchen by Drew.

"You too Anthony," Amanda said.

"Hey, you can come anytime," offered Dev.

"Thanks, I will for sure!" Anthony's voice came floating back as Drew steadily steered him to Drew's room.

Once they were inside Drew's room, he closed the door and deftly locked it. "There, now we have some privacy," Drew said.

"We need privacy? Privacy for what?" Anthony's eyes danced with laughter as he teased his hunky hero.

"Stuff. Talking, listening to music, hanging out...ya know!" Drew refused to take Anthony's bait, but the left the door open, so to speak.

It was a typical boy's room, with shades of blue predominating the color scheme. Sporting equipment and awards were in sight no matter where one looked. The queen size bed was unmade - the quilt and sheets were half hanging down one side. Drew dumped his stuff next to his bed before saying, "Yeah it's kinda messy but it's always like this. Mom calls it my pig sty!" Drew smiled.

Anthony giggled, "Aww it's not that bad! Mine's been worse," he confessed.

"Yeah, same here. I picked up some this morning cuz my mom wanted to do laundry. That's why you don't see any underwear!" Drew laughed before adding, "so make yourself comfy. You can take the chair or the bed, whichever you like."

"I'll check out the bed, if ya don't mind," Anthony said with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Not too baddddd," Anthony drawled as his feet left the floor when he laid back further on the bed.

"You look pretty comfy there Anth, hope you don't mind if I get comfy too," Drew smiled as he took off his shirt. Anthony's eyes widened perceptibly as they roved over Drew's muscular torso and arms. He drank in the view of the warm skin tone and the perfect proportions of Drew's body. He unconsciously bit his lower lip as he stared in awe.

Drew noticed everything. He decided to put on a little show for Anthony to see what would happen. With rapt attention Anthony watched Drew do some poses. First Drew displayed his biceps, then his pecs, and finally Drew tightened his belly to make his abs pop out.

"Oh maaaaan Drew, you have awesome muscles!" Anthony all but panted.

"Let me see you do it now," Drew prompted.

"Awww, I'm not nearly as built as you are," Anthony said bashfully.

"Go ahead, let's see anyway," Drew insisted.

Anthony all but yelped indignantly, "No way! I'm not gonna humiliate myself," and he rolled over onto his stomach and hid his face under his arms.

"Aw, come on!," Drew cajoled.

"Nope," came Anth's muffled reply.

"I'm gonna tickle ya if ya don't," Drew threatened.

"You better not!"

"Then take off your shirt and show me!!

"No way!"

"Kay, I warned ya," Drew calmly stated before jumping on top of Anthony and driving his strong fingers into the smaller boy. Squeals of laughter and delight could be heard from the writhing boy beneath. Drew's fingers walked their way up Anthony's rib cage as Anthony began to plead for him to stop. Finally Drew did stop. "Now you gonna show me your muscles?," he demanded.

Anthony rolled over, pouting. "You'll just laugh at me," he said with lowered eyes.

"No, I wouldn't laugh at you Anthony. When have I ever laughed at you?" Drew asked.

"Well......," Anthony whined.

"See, I'm right. So take off the shirt." Drew demanded again.

Anthony laid there doing nothing.

"Kay then, I'm gonna take your shirt off," Drew warned.

Anthony laid still, hoping Drew would indeed undress him.

And then it happened. Drew's long fingers began undoing the buttons of Anthony's as he leaned over the smaller boy.

Then Anthony couldn't help but smile. This was niiice.

Immediately his chest came into view which had some muscle definition in his pecs. Drew made short work of the rest of the buttons and Anthony's nice round tummy came into view scant seconds later. Centered therein was a cute little innie belly button that rose up and down with Anthony's short little breaths. And, of course, everything above his waistband was entirely hairless, smooth as a baby's butt.

Drew spread Anthony's shirt wide, exposing Anthony's round, pinkish-brown nipples and he began tracing the muscles with a fingertip, lightly brushing the tips of Anthony's nipples as he traced the outlines Anthony's chest. "You have some pretty decent muscles here, Anthony," Drew judged. "You sure look perfect to me!" Drew said as he leaned over further and looked deep into Anthony's eyes to make sure Anthony knew he meant what he said.

Anthony's heart was beating so rapidly he thought it was about to burst with all the emotions he was suppressing. His idol Drew said he was perfect! He longed to touch Drew's lips with his own as he eyed their sensuous curve. Hypnotized by Drew's masculine beauty Anthony raised his torso from the bed and kissed Drew right on the lips!

Drew pulled back momentarily and said with puzzlement, "What did you do that for?"

Anthony said in a curious mixture of happiness and breathless apprehension, "For everything Drew. For being my friend, for looking out for me, for the fun time we had at the movie tonight, and because I love ya."

"You what?" Drew's heart stopped when he heard those words and he wanted to make sure he heard correctly. He sat totally still, trying to absorb what he thought he heard from Anthony.

Anthony's face fell. That wasn't the reaction he had hoped he would get from Drew. As if shades were drawn over the window of Anthony's soul, the light beaming from Anthony's face went dark. "I said I love ya, Drew. If you want me to go home now I'll go. Just don't beat me up, please?" Anthony's peeked fearfully up from downcast eyes, waiting for the rejection and disgust he feared was imminent from Drew.

"Awwwww, Anthony. I won't hurt ya, I promise," Drew said softly.

Anthony was visibly trembling by now. "You absolutely promise that you won't hurt me?" he asked in a small voice, sounding like a very young boy.

"I absolutely promise," Drew said and he held his hand up in a formal swearing pose. Next Drew said, "I don't want you to go home Anth.....you just shocked the hell outta me. And I wanted to know why you thought you wanted to kiss me. Drew looked up and smiled at Anth as he said in the next breath, "You love me huh?"

"Yeeees," Anthony said hesitantly and his face flushed hotly as he realized he had admitted his feelings to the object of his deepest and most secret desires. His face wasn't the only thing that was heated up.....his teen dick had surged to an intense erection that very same instant. Anthony asked, "You don't mind that I kissed you then? And you aren't going to beat me up or call me names or anything like that?"

Drew answered softly, "No, I'm not. I know what it feels like to be called hateful names...and I would never do it to anyone."

Hearing those words, Anthony relaxed and wiggled himself closer to Drew and leaned into Drew's broad chest. He couldn't ever remember feeling so safe as he did at that moment. "I can't believe anyone could ever do that to you, Drew. You are such a nice person...why would anyone hate you?" The words poured out of Anthony's mouth and it was obvious his tongue was operating waaay ahead of his brain by what remarks he made in the next split second. "It doesn't matter to me at all that you are part black, Drew. I think it makes you even sexier...at least you aren't gay like me and have people hate you when they don't know another single thing about you." Drew held his breath while Anthony babbled on, "I know kids in school already hate me and are talking about me. And some of them have been calling me faggot and fudge packer and those kindsa names."

"Ummm, Anthony, you are wrong about something here," Drew murmured.

"I am?" Anthony asked in surprise. "I told ya the whole truth about me, Drew. I'm not wrong, trust me, I know. And you are the only person in the world who knows about me and doesn't hate me for it. Now do you understand why I love you, Drew?" Anthony asked as he twisted around to look into Drew's face for the first time after his revelation.

Drew gave Anthony a hug before he answered, "Listen to me Anth, kay?"

"Kay, I'll listen," Anthony said, "But you aren't gonna lecture me about being bad and full of sin, are you?"

Drew rumbled a low, rueful laugh. "Now why would I do that Anth? I know how exactly how you feel Little Man, cuz I have the same problem. Anth, I like guys too. So now I have two things going against me; one, being part black and two, being gay."

Anthony drilled Drew with a look filled with suspicion. "You're just saying that to trick me or something. You can't be gay!" Anthony exclaimed disbelievingly as he stared into Drew's face searching for any hint of deceit.

Drew looked steadily back into Anthony's eyes as he responded, "I'm not joking Anth. I've just never let it out before...and who says you have to be a wimpy faggot if you are gay?"

"Ummmm, nobody I guess," Anthony admitted reluctantly. "But I still can hardly believe that you are really gay and not just saying it to make me feel good or something."

Drew looked into Anthony's eyes and came to a decision. This was the time, the place, and the right person to let it out. "Anth, if I gave you a kiss on the lips, would that show you I'm serious?"

Anthony's eyes opened wide....and then his whole face lit up. "Yeah, I think you might be able to convince me if you were to really give me a nice big kiss on the lips" and that was all he was able to say before Drew's lips covered Anthony's.

After another eye popping look at Drew, Anthony began kissing back. Their lips pressed hotly into each other's, each of them kissing a boy on the lips seriously for the first time in their young lives. The fires within burned hotly, and the kiss turned into a long passionate one before Drew ended it. "There, you believe me now?" Drew asked.

"Welllllll, mostly I guess," Anthony drawled out. "But I'd like another one just to be sure," he then giggled before he attacked Drew in another kiss, this time exploring Drew's full, curved lips thoroughly.

It was at this point that Drew laid back on his bed, pulling Anthony down with him. They never broke their kissing as Drew guided Anthony on top of him so that Anthony was lying on top of Drew. Drew's strong arms rubbed all the way up and down Anthony's back as they kissed. Anthony's heart was soaring to heights he never knew existed!

Anthony pressed his aching teen dick into Drew, feeling the insistent throbbing in his cock. And he could feel a hard mass pressing up from behind as Drew's mighty cock pushed up under Anthony's balls. They kissed and kissed, all the while pushing themselves against each other as their horny teen parts cried out for release. It was their belt buckles that finally made them take the next step. Dimly the pain of those buckles digging into their bellies as they pressed into each other sunk into their lust-filled senses.

"Your belt buckle is digging into me," Anthony complained as they took a quick break for some air.

"Yeah, same here," Drew agreed.

"So, what you wanna do about it?" Anthony prompted boldly.

"Lose our pants?" Drew laughed at Anthony's forwardness.

"Yupyup, I think its time!" Anthony proclaimed. "I wanna undo your pants," Anthony panted, almost breathless from excitement and anticipation.

"Go ahead then," Drew allowed with a knowing smile.

Anthony climbed off Drew and kneeled beside him on Drew's queen sized bed. His fingers plucked at Drew's belt and strained to undo the double-tongued buckle. Anthony yanked a couple of times trying to unfasten Drew's belt to no avail before Drew assisted him with a hand over Anthony's. "There," Anthony sighed happily as he was able to complete unfastening Drew's pants. "Raise up your butt," he ordered Drew.

Drew hesitated and asked, "You leaving my underwear on, Anth?"

"I dunno," Anthony demurred. "Do you want me to leave them on?" he asked while he couldn't entirely conceal his disappointment. Anthony was so looking forward to seeing and feeling that massive object of his desires. And judging from the way Drew's pants were bulging, he wasn't going to be disappointed by what he saw and felt if only he could get Drew to lose his underwear!

Drew saw and heard Anthony's disappointment. He figured he didn't have anything to be ashamed of or to hide, so with a mental shrug he answered with, "Aw, what the hell! Take em off Anthony." and he raised his hips off the bed.

Anthony immediately and enthusiastically began pulling down Drew's pants. His underwear weren't coming off....they were hooked on Drew's love muscle. Tenderly and almost reverently Anthony freed Drew's boxer briefs from around Drew's mighty member before gently tugging them down to Drew's knees. He stopped there and just drank in the sight of Drew's manhood....Drew's erection straining upwards and bouncing with every heartbeat while two very nice sized balls hung low in a darker colored bag.

"So, you gonna get naked too?" Drew asked as he peered over at Anthony who was still kneeling above him.

Anth blushed. "I don't think so Drew."

"What?" Drew's eye's opened wide. "I get all naked for you and you won't for me? No way Little Man!" He continued "And I'm not referring to the size of your personal assets when I say that buddy."

"Well....if you really feel that way," Anthony temporized.

"Course I do!" Drew said emphatically.

Drew sat up effortlessly and looked Anthony in the eye. "You want me to do it for you?"

Anthony blushed and giggled nervously before he answered, "Yis. Should I lay down?" he asked Drew.

"Yeah....and close your eyes too."

Anthony did just that. He stretched out on the middle of Drew's bed and closed his eyes...his rapid breaths betraying the nervousness he felt.

Anthony felt Drew's weight shift on the bed and the next thing he knew he felt Drew's lips softly press to his. "Mmmmmmmmm," Anthony moaned and smiled as he kissed back. When the kiss ended he said, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"

Drew's voice answered in deep tones laden with emotion, "Me too Anth sweetie. Me too."

Anthony shivered upon hearing those words of endearment from his idol. With his eyes still closed, he felt Drew's lips press to his once again and as they kissed, Drew's hands began to pull away Anthony's boxers.

"Lift up," Drew mumbled through their kissing."

Anthony did so and felt the air of the room caress the wetness that was now evident at the end of his rigid tool. Drew moved to straddle Anthony's legs as his kisses moved from the lips to his chin and then ever downwards to the hollow of his chest. Little kisses were pressed in ever widening circles until one landed right on Anthony's right nipple. The kiss turned into a gentle sucking and it sent additional shivers of lust through Anthony. "Ooooohhhhhh Drew," Anthony moaned. "Don't ever stop.....you are making me feel sooooooo good."

"Mmmmmm hmmmm," Drew said gently. "I can tell. Just keep your eyes closed and I'll keep on doing more, OK?"

"Yis, please," Anthony all but panted.

Drew left the swollen right nipple and moved over to do the same to Anthony's left one. After teasing Anthony's left nipple to a similarly swollen state, Drew's kissing traced the center line down Anthony's torso. Anthony's breathing became even more pronounced and by now Drew's chin was pressing against his straining erection as Drew's lips and tongue explored Anthony's belly button. Someone was oooohing and aaaahing and it was with surprise that Anthony realized it was him!

"Shhhhhh," Drew muttered. "They might hear you and wonder what the hell is going on in here.

"Sorry," Anthony moaned, "I couldn't help it."

"Just try to keep it down, kay?"

"Yeah....maybe you better quit doing that and lay on me instead and kiss me more," Anthony suggested.

"Huh....only if you lay on me then cuz I'll squish ya if I am on the top."

So Drew simultaneously laid down and pulled Anthony on top of him, just that easily.

"You are so strong Drew," Anthony whispered incredulously. "You just picked me up and put me where you wanted me!"

"Yeah. That's OK with you, isn't it?" Drew asked.

"Oh ya!," Anthony whispered back joyfully. "You can do whatever you want!"

"Really? Whatever I want?" Drew asked playfully.

"Well, ya, so long as you don't hurt me," Anthony said.

"I would never hurt ya, Anth! Never ever."

"Well OK then," Anthony smiled and added, "now shut up and kiss me." Anthony pressed his lips to Drew's, tasting and exploring. Anthony grew braver as Drew kissed back and this time his tongue probed between Drew's lips. Watching, Anthony could see Drew's eyes shoot open and then he opened his mouth and their tongues met! Anthony's body soared to new heights of passion and his teen cock throbbed and drooled copiously. Their kissing continued and they discovered new passions that neither of them knew could be contained in their bodies and brought out by another guy!

Drew's hands wandered up and down Anthony's back as they kissed, each of them reveling in the sensations their mutual explorations were creating. Another very sensitive part of their bodies was also sending signals of extreme pleasure to their brains. They had managed to get lined up so that their cocks were rubbing on one another and as Anthony moved, it gave both of them the stimulation their hot young bodies craved.

As Drew caressed Anthony's back, his hands moved lower and lower until they were cupping Anthony's butt cheeks and helping Anthony move them towards their Nirvana. Both boys were active participants in this love making and each striving for their primal release. Drew became even bolder after his fingers brushed Anthony's hole, causing Anthony's moans to intensify and the shuddering jabs from him each light touch would produce. The more Drew lightly stroked Anthony's back door, the more Anthony moaned and writhed in their dance of love. Almost by accident Drew's finger slipped into Anthony's hole as it quivered in unadulterated eroticism and Anthony's moans turned into inarticulate whimpers of desire.

As Drew slipped his finger in, Anthony tipped over the edge and as his tunnel spasmed around Drew's probing digit, Anthony's cock unloaded! He bucked and stabbed his full-to-bursting teen cock into Drew's cock and belly, spraying them down in a flood of his boy juice.

Anthony's seminal frenzy and the resulting slippery wetness gave Drew the little extra he needed, and now it was Drew's turn to buck upwards and slide his meat between their bodies so he could achieve his completion. Several thrusts later Drew began to moan and his manmeat blasted out its volleys of white hot teen cum as Anthony rode the waves that coursed through Drew's frame. After uncounted jets of teen cream blasted their way through Drew's mighty love muscle, Drew laid still, breathing hard.

Anthony could feel the rise and fall of Drew's chest as he was still lying on top of Drew while Drew came down from his orgasmic bliss. Anthony knew this was where he belonged, and that he was doing something that was totally right for him no matter what his parents or anyone else would ever say about two guys making love together. That thought made Anthony want a kiss and he easily slid ahead on the slippery lubricant that coated their bellies to nuzzle and trade little kisses with Drew. "I love you," Anthony whispered to the guy he adored with his entire being.

Upon hearing that, Drew heaved in a big breath, and then held it for the space of several heartbeats.

Anthony froze in fear. He knew it! Drew didn't feel the same way and just was getting his rocks off. Anthony's emotions went from total happiness to devastating sadness in the blink of an eye as Drew paused in his response to Anthony's profession of love.

"Yeah, I know Anth," Drew finally said.

By this time the tears were trickling out of Anthony's eyes as he buried his face in Drew's shoulder and cried just the same as he had that first day they met, silently with the sobs shaking his slender frame.

"What's going on with you, Anth?" Drew asked as he felt Anthony's sobs. When Anthony didn't respond, Drew gently lifted him up so they could make eye contact and he saw Anthony's eyes spilling over with tears. "Why are you crying, Little Man?"

Still shuddering from the sobs that racked his body, Anthony barely managed to say, "Cuz....you....don't....love....me". And then he buried his face in the crook of Drew's neck and cried more. It was a supreme irony that here he was crying the arms of a guy who wouldn't love him in the same way.

"Little Man, listen to me now," Drew said as he gently rubbed Anthony's back. Drew heaved a sigh before continuing. "I do love you Anthony, I really do. I just wasn't quite ready to say that to another guy."

"You're just saying that," came the muffled response.

"No, I'm not. Listen to me! I...love...you...Anthony Miller."

Anthony turned his head to speak softly into Drew's ear. "You positively sure you mean that?" Anthony asked.

Drew rumbled in his quiet low voice, "Yes, Anth, I am positively sure that I do love you."

"Like how do you love me?" Anthony wouldn't give up. He had to be sure!

"Like how?" Drew's voice rose as he repeated the question. "We laying here naked in each other's arms and you are asking me how? It's hard to put into words, Anthony, but I'll try." There was a moment's silence while Drew thought and then he began to talk. "I love you from your nose to your toes, Anth, and everything in between. I love everything about you, your looks, your smile, your giggles, your gymnastic ability, your enthusiasm, your butt..."

"My butt?" Anthony giggled. "You love my butt?"

"I sure do," Drew affirmed. "You have the cutest little butt I have ever seen and it fits my hands perfectly, doesn't it?" as Drew cupped both rear cheeks in his hands.

Anthony wiggled on top of Drew, relishing their full body skin to skin contact and the feelings of security and love he was absorbing. "Yis, I spose it does. But what about my circus?" he questioned with a plaintive note in his voice.

"Your circus? What's your circus?" Drew asked with a little laugh.

"It's my...you know! My thing!"

"Your thing? What thing is that?"

"This!" and Anthony jabbed his still hard young teen dick into Drew's belly.

"OH THAT!" and Drew couldn't help but laugh. "Why in the world do you call it your circus?"

"Cuz its like there's a constant circus in my pants!"

After a short burst of low laughter Drew responded, "That's pretty kewl Anth and I loooove your circus but that's not what I call mine."

"Oh, what do you call yours then?" Anthony asked with his usual energetic enthusiasm.

"Bad boy. He's muh Bad Boy."

Anthony giggled softly. "He isn't bad. He's awesome." And then Anthony surprised Drew by reaching back and grabbing Drew's still distended cock and squeezing it a couple of times before sliding back so that Drew's cock was lined up with his pucker. "And real soon I'm going to have it right in here and you are going to make love to me, right?"

Drew froze in shock at first from Anthony's forwardness, but the wonderful sensations of having someone handle his prodigious tool very quickly overrode any objection. And beyond that, his cock was suddenly aching to be buried inside that warm spot his cock head was pushing into. Both boys were fully intent on the accomplishment of their mutual goal when suddenly there was a knock on the door. They froze in terror since they were lying on top of the bed covers with no way to hide what they were doing.

"Drew? You guys awake in there?" his dad called through the door.

Drew had to try twice before he found his voice. "Uh no, Dad, Anthony fell asleep."

"Oh, so you don't want any of the strawberry shortcake your mother made?"

"Uh, no Dad, tomorrow I guess."

"Night then, Drew."

"Night Dad."

Quietly Drew whispered to Anthony, "Oh man, that scared me. Let's cover up and sleep like this, OK?"

"Yeah," Anthony signed happily. "That's fine, as long as you hold me?" he ended with a questioning note in his voice.

"Course I will Anth," Drew rumbled back. "Comere sweetie."

And so they settled in under the covers, soaking in the blissful afterglow and the warmth of the other boy's body next to theirs. Slowly they were falling asleep even as they traded little love kisses. Anthony knew for sure things were perfect when he heard Drew mumble sleepily, "I love you Anth. Sleep good my Little Man."

"I will Drew. You too," he replied and it was then they did go to sleep, Anthony tucked close up to Drew's side with his head on Drew's shoulder while Drew loosely cradling Anthony's butt with his hand.

Finally it was the evening of the big game. Tristan could tell that it was very important to David since each hour closer they came to the kickoff David would focus less on their relationship and more football. During the entire way home after school that day David talked about the game, the plays, and the players as he mentally immersed himself totally in the sport. So it was now that they were getting dressed for the game in their layers of protective gear, beginning with their nut cups and ultimately ending with the football helmets on their heads.

Anthony hung out in the locker room with them as they dressed. Tristan and David had certainly noticed a change in the relationship of Drew and Anthony. Drew had never been afraid to touch another guy as David knew to his chagrin, but the last two days Drew walked with his arm around Anthony's shoulders more often than not. It was almost as if Drew were a valiant knight getting dressed for battle with the help of his squire as Drew allowed Anthony to help him with his gear.

David leaned over to speak quietly in Tristan's ear, "You notice how Drew and Anthony have changed since that night they went to the movie?"

Grinning Tristan answered, "Yup, makes ya wonder, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. But we need to be paying attention to football tonight Tristan, so be ready for me to hand ya the ball, OK? We gotta win this game Tris, or else you know what."

"Yeah, Davie, I know what and you can be totally sure that Jason will rub it in to the max."

"Yeah, for sure. So give it all ya got!"

"I will David. You always get all I got." Tristan laughed a low laugh at that one which earned him a wink from David.

"Little does Tris know what he's gonna get tonight," David thought to himself as he made that wink. David couldn't help but think for a moment about the surprise he had planned for his Tris. After the game was a dance and then as soon as they could leave the dance David planned to make the night a very special night for Tristan. He shook off those distracting thoughts as his dick began to swell inside the nut cup. David knew from prior experience that a stiffie crammed into a nut cup was not much fun so immediately his brain shifted gears back into football and the upcoming game. It was almost time to go out onto the field.

As Coach Anderson entered the locker room, the loud banter of the players lessened immediately. "Listen up guys; quiet down," he said with a grin. The players gathered around their coach, those in the front taking a knee. "Now I don't think I have to tell you guys that this is one of the biggest games we will play this season. The Lions are a damn good team, and you should know as well as I do that if we don't play the kind of game I know we can, that they could walk all over us. We have to execute every play with a 100% effort. We can't afford any stupid mistakes like we've had this season. Offside penalties are one thing against the bottom feeders but this game is a big one against a good team. Drew, you keep that defense tough tonight! We have the number two defense in the division because that team on the other side of the ball is number one. We trail them by 10 points and David's offense is gonna fix that tonight."

"Now there's not a doubt in my mind that we can win tonight. We're suited up. We've done our homework. It's time to play," the players rose to their feet at the coaches characteristic "wrap it up" line, and they centered around David putting their hands in. "Let's put on a show for our town and the whole state tonight," he said winking. "Show 'em all and separate the pretenders from the contenders! Hit It!" Coach Anderson bellowed and the team responded with a staccato "GO SAINTS!" The boys then filed out of the change room two-by-two with the offense behind David and the defense behind Drew. They uttered not a word as what the coach called "the calm before the storm" began, and they would remain silent until the opening kick.

They jogged out into the middle of the field to do their warmups and stretches while Anthony hooked up with the girl cheerleaders and began doing his stretches prior to his gymnastic feats of cheerleading.

Soon enough the warm ups ended and it was time for the team captains to meet with the refs. David was the j-v team captain and when heard his name being called he trotted over to the sidelines where the opposing coaches were standing with the referee. Coming from the opposite direction were two players from the Lion's team. Sure enough, David knew them too. They were none other than Jason and Chris! The two Lion's captains were trying to keep a serious look on their faces as they approached, but it wasn't working. Jason winked at David as he stood across that invisible line dividing them as players on opposing teams.

"Boys, you know the rules. We want a clean game, a fair game," the referee instructed the boys as they stood there. They listened to the ref give the rest of his instructions and do the coin toss to see who kicked off first. "Visiting team calls," the ref said as he prepared to toss the 'coin' in the air.

Jason shot a glance over at David before calling "heads" and Chris grinned widely. David frowned as he picked up on the undertones Jason was hinting at...but that was so much like Jason. He watched the coin land and bounce...once...twice on its edge before finally flopping over.

"Heads it is" the ref announced. "Lions, do you elect to kick or receive?"

Jason looked at the ref and replied, "Lions elect to kick off so the Saints do the receiving!"

"Shake hands then and we'll get the game started," the ref instructed.

Instead of the tentative hand shaking most high school boys do at these contests, the handshakes this time were lengthy as the boys exchanged remarks. David grabbed Jason's hand and squeezed hard as he said quietly to Jason, "You can kiss your pubes bye Jase cuz we're gonna kick some Lion ass here tonight."

Jason laughed a low wicked laugh, "I don't think so David. I wanted you to receive cuz that's what you'll be doing after the game....receiving a shave job."

David glowered at Jason momentarily before he turned to shake the hand of Chris.

"And don't you go thinking you are safe here either. I'll be seeing your hairless crotch soon enough and then the only thing on it you'll be seeing is that birthmark."

"Like hell you will David," Chris replied cockily. "I already have the shaving cream ready for ya." Chris turned and trotted to catch up with Jason who was already walking away.

David came off the field fuming. He walked over to where Tristan was waiting and growled, "Did you see that Jason and Chris were the captains?"

"Yeah, and I saw you talking with them. What was said?"

"They got to call it and elected to kick so we could 'receive'. You shoulda heard him say it Tris. He knew exactly what he was saying. And I told Chris that the only thing we would be seeing on him is his hairless crotch and his birthmark."

"What did he say then?" Tristan asked.

"He said he had the shaving cream ready for mine and then left. So Tristan, now we really gotta win this game!" David said intensely.

"Yeah, I hear ya!" Tristan agreed. "I'll try my hardest too."

"Yeah. Oops, time to get things started....national anthem."

And before Tristan could really think about things he found himself on the field with David preparing to receive the kickoff. The whistle blew and the ball came sailing through the air right at David. Naturally, David caught it, making it look easy. Tristan ran his hardest to get up with David and screen for him but he didn't make it in time. Who else but Chris made the tackle to bring David down on the Saint's 45 yard line. "Got ya David," Chris said for David's ears only, "and Jason wants you to know that you are the one who will kiss those pubes goodbye."

"Yours are the ones which will be history dude so if I were you I'd take a picture," David snapped back as they climbed to their feet. "We're gonna score on you guys big time!"

"We'll see, Davie-boy, we'll see," Chris replied cockily and then turned back to rejoin his teammates.

David and the Saints drove the ball up to the 25 yard line before attempting a fourth down pass. It was incomplete and so the ball was turned over to the Lions. It was time for Drew's defensive squad to take to the field. On the sidelines, Anthony kicked his cheering up a notch. He couldn't cheer for Drew by name, but he for sure wanted Drew to hear him and the crowd supporting him. Anthony's gymnastic feats were nonstop as he jumped, cart wheeled, and flipped his way up and down the sidelines.

The two teams were closely matched but the Lions, quarterbacked by Jason, plowed their way down the field and were stopped on the 33 yard line by a quarterback sack. Drew had managed to slip through the offensive line and pulled Jason down as he was attempting to pass. There were still zeros on the score board for each team.

David and Drew traded a quick high five as they passed each other with the changing from defensive to offensive squads on the field. David was determined to score this time. He, Tristan, and a couple of other key players talked about what they were up against while they were on the sidelines and agreed on two plays they wanted to try. Now it was time to put those plans into effect. David was to fake a hand off to Tristan, pivot, and then run the opposite way with the ball. "Hut hut!" David called for the ball to be snapped and he no sooner than attempted the fake and found two Lions players coming through the line at him. Down David went under their combined efforts.

Tristan was there and lent a hand to pull him up. "These guys are too good David," Tristan complained, "our line can't hold 'em out. Let me screen ya while you run with the ball."

"Yeah, they were on me way too fast. Kay Tris, we'll try it." David called the play and this time with Tristan screening they made a 22 yard advance and a first down. They used up three downs in short order and it was time to try for a field goal. Their kicker slipped and the ball went off the left side of the goal posts.

"Shit, shit, shit!" David cussed to himself in pure frustration. They were in the second quarter by now and no one had scored yet, especially the Saints! And what made it far worse was the way in which the Lions scored on their last possession of the second half. One of the Lion's team members caught a pass intended for a Saint's wide receiver named James, shook off two attempted tackles and ran it in 64 yards for a touchdown. And to add to their pain, they scored the field goal as well. David was a walking, talking thunderhead.

The Saints had just over a minute left in the first half to try to score. This time David tried another pass to a different kid, thinking he needed some quick yards and the Lions wouldn't expect him to try a pass. It was incomplete-the ball bounced around in his hands before falling to the ground. Two running plays later they had lost 5 yards. It was fourth down, 8 seconds on the clock and all they could do is hope for a field goal. They set up the play, the center hiked the ball to David. The Lions came crashing on the offensive linemen while David held the ball, waiting for the kicker, John Walker, to do his job. As the ball was kicked out of his hands David squinted into the glare of the lights and watched anxiously as it soared through the sky. Finally something went right as all eyes were on the football as it sailed between the uprights. The whistle blew and that was the end of the first half. The score was 10 to 3, and the visiting Saints were ahead by a touchdown. The home crowd was cheering and in the din you could make out the cries of "Good job, Walker--way to go Walker-- nice kick Walker."

"Thank God," Tristan said as he came up to David. "At least we weren't shut out the first half."

"Yeah, but we haven't played worth shit this first half and we're behind, aren't we?" David said disgustedly. "And look who is getting all the credit, Johnny Walker. Come on, let's take it in and get our ass chewing over with. Coach Anderson isn't gonna be happy."

Drew was waiting for them to come in off the field and they fell in together to head for the locker room. Anthony was there too, looking glum since his friends were losing which meant his pubes were gonna go. He'd promised to join in on David's bet and things weren't looking so good. Drew slipped him a wink as they went by which made Anthony feel a little better. At least Drew didn't ignore him like David just did.

David wasn't seeing anything but the grass under his feet. He was focusing his entire attention on what they had to do to turn the game around.

Even Tristan was feeling left out.

They got to the locker room and all found a place to sit, waiting for the coach.

It wasn't very long before the door boomed open and the coach came striding in. "When I was talking about bottom feeders at the beginning of this game I wasn't thinking it was going to be you guys," the coach started out. "They score on us and all we can do is a field goal? What's going on with you guys anyway? he sputtered angrily. The coach turned to look at Drew while he talked. "You guys in the defense need to take it to another level this second half. You take it to those Lions and you hit them hard, you got that? You make them know you are there and you send them home crying.

"yeah," Drew answered.

"WHAT?" the coach nearly screamed. "Is that the best you can do? DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"YEAH!" Drew and the rest of the defensive squad bellowed.

"That's more like it," Coach answered. He turned his attention towards David. "Now, offense. You guys are playing like girls out there. Linemen, how in the hell are the guys with the ball supposed to do anything if you can't hold the Lions out?" He let that question hang in the air for ages it seemed before continuing, "David is busting his guts trying to get something going out there and you guys are letting the other team in and consequently nothing is working. Tristan," the coach singled him out. "Good job on screening David."

Tristan's embarrassment showed as he looked down after a quick smile of acknowledgment to the coach.

Coach Anderson looked around until his found John Walker. "Walker, good kick on that field goal. You got us on the scoreboard."

"Now, listen up you guys...here's what we need to do this next half." The coach explained three plays they were to use as he demonstrated on his play board, the x's and lines of direction seemingly going every which way to Tristan. David was following it intently and he nodded several times as the coach talked. Wrapping up his directions to the team, Coach Anderson stood up, stuck his fist out and bellowed, "Now go out and there and make your school proud to be Saints! Now HIT IT!!

"GO SAINTS" the team roared and they streamed out of the locker room.

Drew used the time they had before the game resumed to talk to every member of his squad. If he didn't get total cooperation and commitment back there were some low and pointed words that came out of Drew. Whatever it was that Drew said worked. The defense went out and just tore into the Lions. It was the Lions who were getting mauled out there. It was the Christians(Saints) vs. the Lions and this time the Christians were coming out on top.

Jason and Chris were quickly humbled as their offense went no where fast. No matter what they tried it wouldn't work. The Saint's defensive team had miraculously changed and went into the second half with a grim determination. Jason was sacked twice during the third quarter and Chris took a tackle with three guys landing on top of him. He got up pretty slow after that one.

The third quarter was scoreless. On the timeout between quarters David and the coach both exhorted the team on their need to score. Now they were back in the game and it was the last quarter. David snapped a pass off to his wide receiver and James scampered down the sidelines only to be pushed out of bounds at the 20 yard line. "Now THIS time we going to score!" David told the team in the huddle. "I'm going to carry the ball this play. We'll go left. Stick with me Tris, kay?" David asked.

"Gotcha" Tristan said.

"Let's roll guys," David said. The play gained them fifteen yards. Tristan cleared away two of the Lions before going down in a tangle and a third guy pulled David down on the five yard line. They were within spitting distance of a touchdown. "This one is gonna be an up and over," David said in the huddle. "Be ready for it. I'm going straight up the middle and over if I have to," he warned them.

Tristan had twisted his ankle on that last play. It throbbed like crazy but he was still able to run. David called for the hike and the two lines slammed together. David sprinted up the middle. It was Tristan again who gave David the little extra he needed to make it up to the line and then it was Tristan's left hand on David's ass pushing him up and over. David fell into the end zone with the football firmly clutched in both hands. The whistle blew and the ref's arms were up in the air signaling a touchdown.

David got up jubilantly from the pile of bodies around him and looked for Tristan so they could celebrate scoring. No Tristan. Where the hell was he? Oh no! There was someone still down on the field--it was Tristan! David rushed over and knelt next to the boy he loved. A couple other guys were there and were waving for the coach to come over. "Tris, what happened? What's wrong?" David asked anxiously, his heart in his throat.

"Ah shit," Tristan gasped. "It's my ankle. I twisted it last play and someone hit me again and it just went! Oh God David it hurts!" Tristan moaned.

By this time the coach was there and took charge. "What's wrong Cochran?" he asked Tristan.

"Its my ankle Coach, I think I sprained it pretty bad."

"Can you make it back if I help you?" the Coach asked, feeling around his ankle and checking for obviously broken bones.

"I guess, but it hurts like hell Coach," Tristan hissed with pain as the coach hit the injured spot.

David and the coach pulled Tristan up and half carried him to the sidelines. Drew met them half ways out and he took over for David. David transferred Tristan's arm from his shoulder to Drew's so Tristan was being supported by Drew and the coach. They walked him back to the sidelines, Tristan hopping on his good foot. If they had known exactly where to look, they would have seen Randy Cochran standing up in the crowd watching the goings on with great concern.

David returned to the game and forced himself to concentrate on the game, all the while wishing he was with his Tristan. They managed to put the ball between the goal posts once more which will pulled the score up to 13-10, Saints leading. There were two minutes left in the game and Drew took the defense squad to the field. As they met David told Drew, "You gotta keep them from scoring Drew, I'm counting on ya."

"I know. We will, don't worry," Drew said confidently.

Back on the sidelines now David went over to where Tristan was holding an ice pack to his foot. "Are you OK?" David asked.

"Not really. But it's nothing major. Don't worry about me, just watch the game. Just so those Lions don't score then this will be all worth it!" Tristan said emphatically. David nodded his head 'yes' and squatted next to Tristan, watching the final minutes of the game. The defense held out...and the Saints win! The game was over. The players did the end of game hand slap and the jubilant Saints headed joyfully into the locker room while the Lion's tails were dragging in the dirt. David and Drew came right back over to be with Tristan on the sidelines while Jason and Chris come along with them.

"We'll get Tristan into the locker room and showered Coach," David told Mr. Anderson when the coach came up to them right then.

"Good. I knew I could count on you for that," Coach Anderson said before he headed off to talk with the coach of the Lions.

"What happened Tristan?" Jason asked with obvious concern.

"I think I sprained my ankle," Tristan said looking up. "Thanks."

"No prob, Tristan," Chris said. "You are still our friend even if you are on the wrong team."

"Nuh uh," Tristan said. "I think you guys are on the wrong team. You have a bet to pay up now, remember?"

Even under the football helmet the blush on Chris' face was obvious. "Yeah, don't remind me. I have Jason to thank for this one," as he elbowed Jason in the ribs.

"Yeah, you guys get to organize the campout now too," David chimed in. "Next weekend during teacher's convention?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks for losing you guys, cuz otherwise I would have had to shave mine too," Drew grinned.

"He knows about it?" Chris gasped.

"Yeah, Tris let it slip out," David said wryly.

Drew laughed mightily. "Hell no, EVERYONE on the Saints team knows about it by now. Why do you think everyone put it in gear the second half? I told them if we lose and I have to lose my pubes, so do they. It worked wonders," and Drew let loose with another belly laugh.

Another high pitched laugh pealed out behind them. "Aw Drew, you did?" Anthony giggled.

"Shit, no wonder is right," Jason cussed. "Kay, we'll see you guys next weekend. I'll call ya David." Jason and Chris left then.

By this time Randy and Craig had made their way over to where the boys were. "What happened out there? Is there something wrong with you?" Randy asked with obvious parental concern.

"Awww, Dad, I'm pretty sure I sprained my ankle. It hurts whenever I step down so I can't walk on it," Tristan told his dad.

"We'd better take you to the emergency room and get that X-rayed," Randy worried out loud.

"Dad, Coach Anderson said it was probably a sprain and that he'd wrap it for me. We don't need to go to no emergency room."

"You sure?" Randy was still concerned.

"Yeah, dad."

Craig entered the discussion at this point. "Most likely Coach Anderson has seen this many times before Randy. He'll let you know if you need to get medical attention for Tristan," and then he turned to the four boys standing around and said, "Very good game boys. It takes determination to come from behind and win like that."

"Thanks," echoed all four boys.

"Time to get you inside Tristan," David said. "Anthony, would you carry our helmets so we can help Tris?"

"Sure."

"Craig and I will be waiting for you Tristan so don't be too long, got it?" Randy stated and then turned to Craig. "You don't mind waiting, do you?" he asked apologetically.

"No, it's fine," Craig assured him.

"OK, dad," Tristan said resignedly. It was sooooo like his dad to get all paranoid about stuff.

The boys made their way very slowly to the locker room as Tristan hopped the entire way supported between David and Drew. Once inside they were greeted by a raucous team celebrating the hard fought win. Right away everyone who was undressed ran their fingers through their pubes and said one after another, "We're gonna keep ours."

David stopped cold in his tracks and jerked his head around looking at everyone, finally staring in disbelief at Tristan and Drew. Who told them?" he demanded. Tristan and Drew looked at each and neither answered right away. "It was a private bet," David fussed. He didn't think everyone on the team knew about his bet since he thought only Anthony and Drew were in on it.

After another moment of silence Drew stated forcefully "I told them. And if I hadn't you might be contemplating right now how you would look without yours. "So I told everyone during half time," he confessed. "And told them that you, me, and Tristan have staked our pubes on this game and that if they were men, they would put theirs on the line too. We won, didn't we?" he concluded.

"Well, yeah," David reluctantly agreed. "Thanks you guys," David yelled out to the locker room.

And then everyone yelled back with catcalls and hoots before going back to what they were doing....which was getting themselves showered and dressed as well as celebrating their win over their long time rival.

The two boys steered Tristan over to his locker and helped get him sat down. They took turns helping Tristan get his gear off while they pulled off gear of their own until all that remained was his football pants and jock. David and Drew were standing clad only in their jocks. "Time to depants ya Tris," David teased.

Anthony was watching from one side and he let out a giggle when he heard that. "Yeah, depants him," Anthony chortled.

Tristan wanted to say something like it wouldn't be the first time but bit his tongue. "So how we gonna do it then?" he asked instead.

David took charge as usual. "Drew, you get behind Tristan and hold him around his chest while I help Tristan get his stuff off."

Tristan said, "I can get my stuff off myself," and as he tried he nearly tipped over, putting his sore foot down and then yelped with the pain. "Guess not," he reluctantly admitted.

Drew grabbed him again and held him around the chest. David shot Tristan a look and said, "Shut up Tris and let us help. Once we get your pants pulled down some you can sit down, got it?"

If it weren't for the sake of appearance Tristan could have loved every second of being waited on by those two hunky boys. So he shut up and let David help him pull his pants down before Drew helped him sit. Each of them then took a pant leg and pulled them the rest of the way off. Now all three boys were down to their jocks. "Drew, if you want to go shower I'll get our stuff put away," David suggested as he gave Tristan a towel to drape over himself.

"OK," Drew said as he turned to see Anthony waiting with a towel wrapped around his waist. "You ready to shower, Anth?" he asked with his gleaming smile.

"Yup," Anthony said, "I'm ready if you are."

Drew stripped of his jock, scratched his privates with a great sigh of relief in front of everyone and only then grabbed his towel. "Let's go then Anth," and playfully snapped his towel at his boyfriend.

Anthony laughed happily at the horseplay and headed for the shower bay, leaving David and Tristan relatively alone.

"Does it hurt bad?" David asked Tristan.

"Not now, at least not when there isn't any weight on it." Tristan looked down at his ankle. "Look at how swollen it is," he said worriedly.

"After we get ya showered we better have Coach look at it," David suggested.

"Yeah. You ready to try it?" Tristan asked.

"Course. Here, let me help ya up and you can hop your way in while I hold ya," David instructed.

"What about our jocks?" Tristan asked.

"What about them?" David asked back quickly in a low voice.

"Well, don't you think they should be off if we are going to shower?"

"Oh man Tristan, can't it wait?" David fussed. "You wanna hop all the way to the shower naked?"

"Oh, OK," Tristan said. He giggled to himself as he pictured his cock flopping around as he hopped. If that was what made David happy with the situation then Tristan could go with it. They finally made it to the showers wearing their jocks and hung up their towels on the nearby hooks. The two of them made their way into the shower bay just as Anthony and Drew were finishing.

"Leave your showers running," David instructed. "I'll put Tristan under the one you had Drew." David tried to let go of Tristan but as soon as Tristan put his injured foot down even a smidgen he would cry out in pain.

"I can't put my foot down at all David. You have to keep holding me," Tristan said apologetically.

David acted a little embarrassed to be holding Tristan around his chest while the two of them were nearly naked in public. If it were just the two them it would be just like them taking a shower together at home or at the Brandt farm. But Drew and Anthony were there and who knew how many others were still there.

"Help me get my jock off," Tristan told David.

"You gotta be kidding me," David sputtered. "Not here.

Tristan wouldn't take no for an answer. "David, I'm dying to get out of this nut cup and to get clean down there, now help me."

David held Tristan while Tristan slipped his jock down and David used one hand to push it below Tristan's knees until it fell to the floor so he could kick it away.

"Oh, that's much better," Tristan sighed. "Hand me some soap and hold me so I can get clean," he instructed.

David's face was flushed red by this time with embarrassment but he did what he needed to for his man, even if it looked "gay". What was worse was the fact that David's cock wanted to play since he and Tristan were standing naked together. It took all his will power not to just park his bone in Tristan's ass crack and "help" Tristan get clean. Finally Tristan was done rinsing the soap from himself and was ready to get out. The only problem was that David wasn't able to get clean yet. "Drew, come and get Tristan for me," David yelled from the shower entrance.

Tristan threw a shocked look over his shoulder at David.

"It's OK isn't it?" David asked blushing even more by now.

"I guess if its OK with you," Tristan said quietly so only David would hear.

"Yeah, I trust Drew...at least where I can see him," David admitted with a low chuckle. "You get dried off while I finish my shower, OK?" And by now there was Drew ready to take over with Anthony right on his heels.

"Help me over that bench," Tristan said to Drew and they hopped over to where Tristan could sit down. "Now I can pretty much dry myself, thanks," Tristan said as Anthony handed him his towel.

Reluctantly Anthony tore his eyes away from Tristan's studly parts and went back with Drew to finish dressing. In about 2 minutes David was done showering and drying off next to Tristan. David got Tristan back to his locker and then came the challenge of getting dressed. It took some doing, but they got Tristan into his underwear and some athletic shorts. "You ready to get see Coach now?" David asked after he hurriedly pulled his pants and shirt on.

"Yeah, I guess. Hope nothing is broken."

As it turned out, the Coach was pretty sure nothing was broken but he told Tristan that he had a major sprain and wrapped it up with an elastic bandage. "Stay off your foot all weekend Tristan," Coach Anderson ordered. "Keep it elevated and ice it down as much as you can stand. If it isn't any better on Monday you will need to have a doctor look at it." Coach stood up, but before he dismissed the boys he said, "Good game tonight you two. You worked together out there and never gave up. And finally in the second half of the game the rest of the team decided they could play football. See ya Monday."

Drew and Anthony were still waiting in the locker room for them. "Here, we'll help you with your stuff," Drew offered.

They got organized and slowly hopped their way out. Outside the door they found a worried looking Randy and a concerned Craig. "What took so long?" Randy demanded.

"Ever try changing clothes and getting showered when you can't stand on your foot?" Tristan asked. "Then Coach had to look at it and that took extra time."

"Well, OK. You better come home with me then," Randy asserted.

Tristan looked over at David and saw the look of disappointment flash across David's face. "No," Tristan flatly refused. "I'm staying with David."

Whew! That's it for chapter 13. It took me over 4 months to get this one written. Sorry for the long delay to those of you who were waiting for it. All I can say is that many things were going on in my life and it was tough to stay in the writing routine. I hope the long wait was worth it and that this story continues to reach out and touch you.

Stayed tuned dear readers for chapter 14. Will Craig score with Randy after the football game? Does David get to show Tristan just how much he cares? And what about that Drew and Anthony? What will their relationship grow into?