South Padre Island (c) 2006 Ingenious
This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based on real people, the names HAVE been changed...
If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your area is) you may not be legally allowed to read this story. Your call.
Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave, either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?
Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My email is: uaingenious@yahoo.com.
I look at my watch and it's already 1. I hadn't noticed, but we'd collectively gone through about 30 bucks in quarters, which isn't a big deal, but what was important was that I was starving. "Hey, are you done kicking my ass yet, I'm hungry as fuck!" Travis says yeah, and we get back in the car and head to Wendy's. We decide to head to my house, as my parents are gone for the weekend, to watch "A Scanner Darkly", some movie that's not even out on DVD yet, but Travis got ahold of.
By the time we get done with the movie, BS around a bit and fall asleep on the couches, the day is fading and next thing I know it's 9pm on a Friday night, and here is Mr. Popularity, asleep on my couch. I get a sinister idea to scare the crap out of Trav, and put my face inches away from his, and scream "AHHHHHH" at the top of my lungs. Travis jumps out of his skin, knocking me flat on my ass, and wrestles me to the ground in about 1 second flat. Panting heavily, he tells me how much of a dick I am for doing that, and how he's going to get me. We wrestle around a little, but for some reason I pop a boner and tell him I've gotta take a piss, to avoid having an awkward situation.
I don't know why that happens. I'm not gay, and I don't think about Travis like that. But ever since we started taking this P.E. class together, and I saw him naked in the shower, I have gotten hard practically every time he touches me. It makes me feel really awkward, and I don't know what to do. I splash some water on my face, and slowly but surely my woody goes back to its normal state, and I return to find Travis listening to his voicemail.
-- "Shit, I missed a million calls" he says. "Three people all telling me about the same party going on at Amy's house. You know her, right?" I nod. "I guess they have a keg there, lets go see if we can find you a date for Padre!" We each put on some cologne, I fix my hair, and we hop in my car, headed for Amy's bash.
A few hours go by, and there are a LOT of people here. I know a lot of them from school, but only about half. I've managed to lose Travis and get kind of drunk off this keg beer, and find myself outside talking to some random people about the latest threat in the middle east, and how we've gotta fight terrorism before they get us again, or something like that. I don't really like talking politics, but I hate war, and I must have said something that pissed them off, because the next thing I know, Travis is picking me up off the ground and I see two guys holding the war dude, who looks pretty pissed off about it. Travis fills me in on what happened, I got knocked out, and "that guy" did it. I mumble something about kicking ass and sink back into a white fog, simultaneously falling into Travis' arms.