The First Time

As always but never said enough, THANK YOU ALL for the responses, votes and emails. Just in case this story gets passed around, I have changed the names of the innocents again. This is as "play by play" as I can remember of my very first time with a guy. We spent alot of time together over the next five years and we are still in contact today though, very far between. I hope y'all enjoy it, as it kind of reveals feelings I don't often share. Vote, Comment, Email...Your opinions are wanted.

Thanks, Aiden

Looking back over his shoulder as he sprinted away from the little gray cottage of a house that he needed escape from, and tears rolling down his dirty cheek, the fourteen year old boy couldn't stand being in that house when they were drunk. When he ran far enough away from them that he could no longer hear them screaming at each other, he slowed his pace to a fast walk.

Making his way past the a string of closely packed little dumpy and nearly condemned houses, Troy turned right and continued towards his destination, a little clearing on the marshy shore of Lake Erie. He made  his way past the last home, climbed the dike and once over it, he was free. 

Free to hide from the world, his parents, the kids at school...everyone. He was alone with the lapping of the waves on the shore, the distant call of the gulls near the inlet and an occasional splash of a spawning carp. He found his way to his happy place.

Pitching rocks into the water, tears still slowly falling from his blue eyes, Troy couldn't stand the life he had been given. A drunk mom and step-dad, half brother and half sister and a sperm donor that had deserted him long before he ever outgrew diapers, all he wanted was a piece of happiness. This is where he found it.

Watching the gulls in the distance, Troy always admired the way they didn't seem to care. They just did what they had to do. When the wind coming off of the lake was strong in their face, they flapped their wings frantically but made no progress in the direction they were facing. But it didn't matter, they pumped their greyish white wings just as hard as they could anyway.

He didn't have any fight left. Troy just wanted to disappear and he wondered if they would even miss him. If anyone would miss him. He knew that was silly, he did have a couple friends that he hung out with. He believed they would miss him.

As the spring sun sunk behind the trees he started to feel the cold of the lake wind on his uncovered skin. The cut off jeans and t-shirt he was wearing offered little protection against the May Michigan evenings. He decided it was time to go home. “Maybe they'd be passed out before I get back.” he mumbled to himself.

Coming out of the marshy swamp the way he came in, he slowly trudged past the weathered and dilapidated housed he passed on his way there. It was about a mile walk back to the house he lived in, however he decided to take a longer route home to better the chance of his parents being passed out when he got back. Taking a right, he ventured to the back of the neighborhood.

The street was lined with the same “A” frame style, run down houses as every other street in that area. The difference with this road from the others, the houses to his right were bordered by a small forest filled peninsula. As he walked down the road, he noticed the street lights were coming on.

“They will be pissed if they're still awake when I get there.” he said to himself under his breath.

But he didn't care. He could care less how pissed they were. He hated them. As he neared the end of the road, he could hear the waves crashing to the rocky shore, and the smell of the lake was always an inviting smell to him.

The road turned to the left and the houses on his right were traded for his lake. The houses on his left were the nicest houses in the area. They had a front yard view of the blue waters of Lake Erie, bigger yards that surrounded their bigger and better kept houses.

As a set of headlights rounded the corner of one of the main roads onto the road Troy was now walking, he pushed himself closer to the guard rail and out of the middle of the road. “Great!” he scoffed at the black Grand Am.

The older kids usually harassed him. And he knew this car belonged to a senior at his high school. He had seen him around, but the kid never acknowledged Troy. As the car passed he could see the driver. It was Donnie. Donnie turned his head, looking at Troy as he went by. Troy felt himself shrink inside himself as the car's red break lights came on.

Holding himself back from the incredible urge to run, Troy decided it was best to keep his pace. The last thing he wanted, or hell, even needed was to be picked on tonight. By not running, he thought he had the best chance of a clean getaway. And who knew, Donnie may not even be coming back around for him.

But he was wrong, and Donnie was coming back for him. As the little black car slowed next to him, Donnie rolled down the window. “Hey there.” he said in a unexpected friendly tone, “whatcha doin out here?

“Taking a walk.” he simply stated as Troy walked to the passenger car window and leaned in just a little, resting his arms on the door.

“Where are your friend,” Donnie inquired curiously, “ah, what's his name...”

“Brian” was all Troy felt like giving away.

“Yeah, that's him.”

Troy went on to tell Donnie that he was alone and just came back from the swamp. He held back the parts about his parents, and feeling alone. It just wasn't something that should have been telling to someone he didn't know.

“Cool. Do ya want a ride home?” Donnie asked, reminding him how late it was.

Troy wasn't sure. He had seen Donnie around the neighborhood, and some in school. It wasn't a matter of trusting him, or stranger danger. Donnie just didn't need to see his house. Again, not that Donnie had never seen his house, they both lived in the same neighborhood. But Troy's parents could be out and embarrass him again.

Finally, Donnie convinced him to load himself up in the car and accept a ride home. As they neared the house, Troy admitted he didn't want to go home yet and asked Donnie if he could take him up the street a little ways and let him out, that he just wanted to go for a walk.

“OK,” Donnie agreed, “are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am fine. I just don't want to be there right now.” Troy admitted selectively as they passed Troy's hell.

“We can just ride around, listen to the radio. You don't have to walk the streets in the dark.” the older, thin kid offered. Donnie was a “nerd”. He was good in school and dressed nicer than most of the kids in the neighborhood. He wasn't a sports star, he wasn't muscular as far as Troy could tell, but he presented himself well and he made Troy feel comfortable.

Troy wasn't used to older kids being nice to him, offering him rides and damn sure wasn't expecting to find himself comfortable in the front seat of this car. But he was, so he agreed to Donnie's offer.

They rode around their neighborhood, and the couple others close to them for a couple hours talking small talk. As Troy let his guard down more and more, he started talking about his home life, his parents, his step siblings and before he knew it, he was an open book for Donnie. It felt amazing to have someone WANT to be around him. Aside from a couple friends, Troy really was a loner. As they circled around to the spot where their journey had started, Donnie pulled off into a gravel parking spot on the corner where the lake and the forest met.

Troy learned that Donnie had a job after school at the bank and would be going full time after graduation, that Donnie's family had a large boat. Not a yacht Donnie was quick to confirm, but a twenty-four foot cabin cruiser (which was a great spot to hang out later in life). Donnie talked about the parties he went to with some of the other kids in school and even invited Troy to “the next one”. Troy was in heaven.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Donnie probed Troy

Laughing, Troy said no. He didn't. And that he had not had a girlfriend yet. Donnie looked kind of shocked at this revelation and asked why.

After telling him about his family and home, Troy just looked at Donnie and said he didn't know and that he didn't think anyone was interested in him and he didn't really ever have a crush on any girls in school.

Troy looked at the digital clock on the car radio and seen that it was close to ten o'clock. He didn't care though. He was sure his parents were out by now. So he asked Donnie if he had a girlfriend. Donnie said no. That he had a few, but between work and school that there just wasn't much time for them. And with summer coming, he didn't really want to be tied down.

Troy imagined that with the boat and having money from working full time, that Donnie wouldn't have any problem getting a girlfriend if he wanted one. Then it happened, Donnie asked him if he would be interested in going out in the boat any over the summer.

“Yes, that would be totally awesome!” Troy exclaimed excitedly. He had been out in boats a lot. His dad always had one, always got drunk when they were out and even forgot to put the plug in one time and sunk a boat. But this would be different. It would be fun.

“Cool” Donnie smiled. “So, have you ever played truth or dare?”

“Ah, one time when I was 12” Troy answered.

“Let's play.” Donnie suggested.

“With just the two of us? Troy wondered, “That wouldn't be much fun. Would it?”

Troy continued to push the issue, telling him that it would be fun. That he has played it with just two people plenty of times and that he could start, ask anything he wanted. After a little while, Troy agreed to play. Although, he didn't mention that when he played a couple years ago, it was with cousins and there were a lot more truths than there were dares.

“OK, go. I want truth.” Donnie urged.

Thinking quietly and a few ums, “I don't know what to ask.” Troy surrendered.

“Come on dude, anything. What do you want to know about me?” Donnie pushed.

“I dunno?” Troy admitted. “You go first. Truth!?

“Troy, have you ever kissed a girl..with your tongue?” Donnie asked with his brown eyes flashing at Troy.

“Yes.” Troy lied.

“Really, who?” Donnie dug.

“A girl in school, Dana.” he made up on the fly. Dana was really a girl in school, she was in seventh grade, Troy was in eighth.

“Cool, is she a good kisser?” Donnie was all excited about his new found information.

After confirming that his fake kiss with Dana was great, and fending off anymore questions that he wouldn't have an answer for until he was asked, Troy claimed his turn to ask. And he asked truth or dare? They both continued to select truth for a couple rounds revealing the Troy had almost got caught stealing a Quiet Riot cassette from Kmart, that he once ate twenty-four pieces of pizza not counting the crust at an all night skate and that he hated living at home. Donnie reveled that he was a virgin but had fingered a girl once, that he went to a lot of parties that Troy was welcome to attend and that he had hidden Play Boy magazines under his mattress.

Troy felt himself stiffen in his jeans when Donnie was telling about fingering Theresa one night while she was babysitting for a family friend and at the discovery that Donnie was the proud owner of a stack of nudie books. Donnie was obviously getting bored with truths because when Troy responded truth in the next round, Donnie pressured him to pick dare. Telling him that maybe he was right, it was boring with two people.

After a lot of convincing, Troy finally gave in. “Dare?”

That was the change that Donnie was waiting on and the change that Troy never expected.

“Troy, I dare you to...” and Donnie looked around into the darkness outside his car windows. He was quiet for what seemed to Troy to be minutes, maybe ten. “...I dare you to...show me your peter.”

“What. No fucking way dude!” Troy let out with a shrill kind of snap. “Are you gay?”

“Come on man, it's the rules of the game. Unless you're a quitter” Are you scared?” Donnie kept on.

His mind was all over the place. He flashed to gym class where he was always trying to catch a glimpse of his classmates in the showers or while changing. His cut off shorts were tighter now with his stiffening shaft. But he thought no way. Though Donnie was in the next seat telling him it would be ok and that he wouldn't tell anyone. This game was just between them. And he followed all of his statements with promises.

Reaching for his button, Troy agreed. With the button unfastened, he lowered the zipper and lifted himself up off of the grey bucket seat. He lowered his shorts just a little, just enough to expose the head and a few inches of his cock to Donnie.

“Hell yeah man!” Donnie said happily!

Here they were, two kids sitting in a car at the back of their neighborhood, in the dark and Troy was exposed. He could taste the saliva running in his mouth. He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. Knowing that he secretly stole glances at other boys and that when he and his friends would watch porn, that he was torn at what to focus on in the show. Now he was rock hard, nervous about the kid next to him and scared as hell that a nosy neighbor would come peaking in the window at any moment. His racing thoughts were interrupted by Donnie saying “OK man, your turn and I want dare!”

Scared to death and excited, he searched his mind for an idea. Something other than what was at the front of his mind. Donnie was pressuring him, come on man, give me a dare, anything... he kept hearing Donnie repeat. Failing at coming up with another dare, he finally just responded, “I dare you to do the same thing.”

Donnie quickly obliged Troy's request, raised himself off of the driver's seat and lowered his striped swimming trunks all the way down to his knees. And there he was, sitting in the seat, turned slightly towards Troy with his trunks at his knees and his cock standing straight as an arrow pointing at the sunroof of his car.

Troy looked at it, shyly looked away but it kept calling to him. “Look at me, look, LOOK!” he kept hearing a voice in his head that he contributed to Donnie's penis calling out for him. He wanted to look, but he didn't want Donnie...or his penis...to know he wanted to. 

“Oh my goodness!” Troy said acting embarrassed. Well, he was kind of, but he added some poor acting to his response. “I can't believe you took your shorts all the way down!” I can see your balls! What if someone comes up to the car?”

“No one is coming dude. Don't worry.” he comforted Troy.

Troy decided that he was a little over dressed and pulled his cut off Jordache down to his knees as well. He didn't want to be called a sissy again. The two of them were staring at each others packages. Troy had no clue what was going though Donnie's mind, but he himself couldn't believe how fun Truth or Dare could be with just two people.

“Alright, your turn. Truth or Dare?” Donnie said, breaking the silence.

Being almost more than he could take, Troy selected truth again. Disappointingly, Donnie asked if he ever beat his meat? 

“Yes,” Troy answered, this time willing to give up a little detail,” I was in Mr. Peterson's class and he picked me to come up to the board to work out a math problem. I was wearing sweat pants. I never wear sweat pants to school, but this day I did. I had to hide my hard on under my shirt. I was so scared someone would see it and laugh at me. But no one saw it.” he continued. 

“Oh shit, good thing!” Donnie interrupted

“It kept getting hard all day. When I got home, I went to my room” he looked at Donnie who was listening intently, “I leaned back on my bed and I grabbed it. I moved my hand up and down on it. After a few minutes, my toes felt cold. Then I jizzed all over my hand.” He relived the first and only time he had ever masturbated, remembering exactly what his first orgasm felt like.

“Fucking awesome dude!” Donnie assured Troy. “My turn and I want dare!”

“OK,” Troy replied. “I dare you to” he hesitated for a few seconds unsure if he really wanted to dare this dare. He decided to do it, “touch yourself.”

Looking at Troy, Donnie slowly reached his hand down onto his erect shaft. Wrapping his hand around himself, he slowly started stroking his cock. “Is this how you did it Troy?” he asked through heavy breathing as he continued to move his hand from the base of his rod as far as his skin would stretch toward his tip. Speeding up, his hand was moving pretty fast and Troy could feel the car shaking. Then he stopped. “Your turn, and I dare you to walk into the woods over there without your shorts or underwear.” he commanded Troy while pointing at the trail about fifty feet away.

“No way man!” Troy said. “What if they are looking out the window?” as he pointed to the big white house across the street.

“The lights are off dude! They're asleep man. I promise.” Donnie rebutted. 

“I'll do it if you do it with me!” Troy committed hoping Donnie would chicken out. 

But before Troy could finish his sentence, the inside light came on, the door opened and Donnie was standing in the dark with his tank top hanging over his meat.

“Shit!” Troy breathed as he opened his door and joined Donnie with their cocks feeling the night air.

Shutting their doors, they started walking to the woods when a set of headlights shined from a side street just down the road and they took off running for the safety of the dark woods.

Once they were sure they were out of sight of any of the houses, Donnie slid his shirt over his head and was walking down the trail naked except for his flip flops. “I dare you to do this.” he charged Troy.

“What the fuck. OK.” Troy responded as he took his shirt off as well.

As they walked deeper into the woods they came to a clearing on the beach. It was sandy and the moon was now glistening across the water. 

“Come this way.” Donnie directed them to a fallen tree to sit on.

Sitting on a log, they were not exactly close, but next to each other when Donnie motioned for him to slide closer. When Troy scooted next to him, Donnie reached out and put his hand on Troy's hardness. Troy looked down at the older boy's hand on him and he could feel his excitement growing inside. Donnie firmly gripped Troy's cock and slowly stroked it. Troy had never felt anything like this before. He had thought about it a thousand times, but never thought he would ever do this. He tilted his head slightly and looked out at the moon while he was being jacked off.

Then, almost instinctively, he put his hand on Donnie's rod. It was slightly bigger than his in both length and roundness. That didn't bother him, as he began to move his hand on Donnie's hard on. He had only jacked himself off that one time, but the motion felt odd to him. The angle and reaching out to his side to jack off another guy was weird. However, he liked the feel of his hand wrapped around the shaft.

Donnie looked over at him and asked if he was ok. He looked like he was to Donnie, but Donnie had a plan. Responding without words, just a nod saying he was ok, Troy looked back out over the water. Somewhere out there he heard a gull crying out but it didn't change what was about to happen.

Donnie moved off of the log and knelt down in front of Troy, looking up at the surprise in Troy's face and kissed Troy's mushroom.

“Mmm” Troy managed trying to talk as he felt a warm sensation over his cock. 

Looking down at Donnie with a mouth full of solid cock, Troy couldn't speak. He just sat there while Donnie gave him his first blow job. It was so much better than the one time he had jacked off. Donnie's lips were soft and they slid easily up and down his shaft. He could feel Donnie's tongue moving back and forth on the vein that ran the length of his cock. Coming up to the mushroom at the tip, Donnie stopped and rolled his tongue first along the edge and then over to the slit in the middle.

This put Troy into a long humming moan. He seen this on the videos he and his friend snuck from his friend's dad's room. Only on the VHS it was a woman sucking a man's rod. He remembered covering his own erection with a pillow during most of those videos. This time, his cock was covered in a man's spit and if felt fucking amazing.

Wondering what it felt like to have a cock in his mouth he asked Donnie if he could try.

“Sure” Donnie answered like he thought Troy would never ask. And he stood up in front of Troy.

The spring night time air was super cold on his wet cock as he again gripped Donnie's. Looking at the manhood in front of him, he had no clue what to actually do. So he opened his mouth and tried to bury his face down into Donnie's pubic hair. Instantly gagging, Donnie laughed and told him he didn't have to put it so deep in his mouth. When he caught his breath again, Troy tried again, this time only taking about half of the eight inches into his mouth. 

He felt himself start to gag, but this time, instead of pulling it all the way out, Troy kept his lips closed around Donnie's cock and pulled upward. He was doing it. And it tasted great. He heard Donnie above him moaning quietly as he cupped his balls. Troy could feel the saliva running off of his chin and he continued to suck on the hardness.

“Pretend it's a straw Troy.” Donnie advised.

Trying it, he sucked as hard as he could til his cheeks were sucked in. “Ah yeah, that's right. Just like that.” Donnie whispered.

A few times during this, Troy would go too far and start to gag, but it seemed like he could go a little deeper each time before that reflex kicked in. Donnie must have liked what he was doing because his hands were tied up in Troy's long blonde hair and he was sighing heavily.

Tugging on Troy's hair, Donnie pulled him off of the job and knelt back down in front of Troy. He took Troy's tip back into his mouth and twisted his head a little. It felt amazing to Troy.

“Damn this is awesome!” Troy managed to say through labored breathing.

Donnie just mumbled an “Mhmm”

He didn't stop though as he slid his mouth over Troy's cock and bobbed his head up and down with a slight twist at each direction change. His hand's were on Troy's ass pulling Troy in and then relaxing a little to let his body move back out. 

Moving one hand off of his ass, Donnie cupped Troy's sack and rolled his nuts around like marbles. Troy could feel the wetness of his balls in the hands of his new friend and decided in his mind that the slobber he left on Donnie was ok.

Donnie moved his finger a little rearward of Troy's wet balls and brushed the pucker of his ass. It sent tingles throughout Troy's body as Donnie circled the entrance. Then he felt himself being invaded by a finger. The finger hurt. Bad, and he flinched. Donnie stopped moving his finger in. In reality, it was only in a little, but Troy felt like he was being ripped apart.

“Sorry dude” Donnie apologized with a mouth full of Troy.

Any feel good was now gone for Troy, but Donnie didn't stop sucking because Troy maintained his hard on. “It's cool man. If felt great when you touched it. Whatever you did after that hurt like hell.” 

“Relax. Try to relax your ass muscles. It's gonna hurt at first, but I think you will like it in a few seconds.” he was told.

Asking for a few seconds to let the hurt go away, Troy agreed and tried to relax his butt muscles, although he had no idea what that meant. He liked everything so far and was willing to let Donnie lead the way.

Donnie wet his finger with more spit, this time from his mouth and went after the pucker again. This time is was a full on intentional, no hands on the balls sneak attack. His finger was massaging Troy's hole trying to help him relax his butt muscles. Then he felt the invasion again, slow and purposeful. As the tip of a finger breached his rim, Troy felt a little spring of pain, but nothing like the first.

Donnie was rotating his finger tip just inside Troy's entrance and Troy let out a moan. “You ok?” Donnie asked.

“Yeah, you were right. I like this.”

“This ain't it yet.” And Troy felt a short thrust of finger going deeper.

With a groan of pleasure he felt that familiar feeling of his toes getting cold. As the feeling crawled up the back of his leg, he knew he was about to jiz.

“I think I'm cumin man!” he exclaimed to his teacher.

That didn't slow anything down for Donnie. By now his finger was to the second knuckle in Troy's virgin ass and his mouth was gliding quickly on his rod. Just as Donnie felt the first pulse in Troy's muscle he jammed his finger deep in Troy's center. A second later, Troy was dumping cum in Donnie's mouth and moaning loudly. 

Donnie was fingering the tight hole pretty fast now and Troy felt dizzy with release. Troy was like putty in an artist's hands now as Donnie milked the last of the honey from the cock in his mouth. 

Looking up at Troy's tightly closed eyes, he asked if things were ok. He got a strong confirmation from Troy that everything was fucking great. He asked Troy if he could try one more thing.

“OK, sure. What's left”

“Stand up,” Donnie guided, “lean over that tree.”

Troy followed his directions and leaned over the fallen tree he was just sitting on. Donnie wet his fingers again and went back inside Troy's center. Slower this time as Troy was squirming a little with each stroke. He could feel his flaccid meat begin to stiffen again as he felt a second finger attempting to enter him.

“Can I fuck you?” Donnie asked excitingly.

“I don't know.” was Troy's response. Though he knew he wanted to please his friend and he knew he had wondered several times about it while watching videos.

Donnie never stopped working Troy's butt muscles and Troy never stopped moaning during this interlude. Troy was laying on his belly across a tree with his cock rock hard again, Donnie standing behind him, one hand on his own cock and two of the fingers of his other hand in a place no person had ever been before. 

“What do ya think?” he asked again.

This time, Troy was a little more accepting. “If it hurts will you stop?”

Agreeing to the terms, Donnie got the approval he was looking for and he spit in his stroking hand. Troy felt the head of the cock that was just in his mouth searching his crack for the spot. When he found it, Donnie gently forced the tip in just a little and Troy cringed a little, but didn't say stop. He held his position for several seconds until Troy gave the approval to proceed. 

Pushing a little deeper Troy was mixed with sensations from a shooting pain to a pleasure he had not felt before. “Ready?” Donnie asked as he thrust himself deep inside Troy unexpectedly and stopped.

“Mmmhghh” Troy let out as he accepted Donnie's eight inch rod. “OH damn! Mmmhmm!” was all Troy could let escape as he fought to catch his breath again.

Giving the go ahead, Troy felt the shaft slide slowly back out almost to the head and back in. No pain this time, he thought as the motion continued. Donnie's hands were locked in the folds of Troy's hips as he moved in and out of the now loosened pucker. Picking up the pace a little, Troy thought that this was not really Donnie's first time and he was glad. The way it felt was outta this world for him. He could hear moaning and groaning coming- from behind him in almost perfect timing with the feel of Donnie's hardness hitting his organs.

As he was getting his virginity destroyed, he felt that old feeling building up in his toes again. “OH MY GOD DAMN!” he said through muffled groans as he noticed Donnie's motions getting stiffer and shorter.

“I'm gonna cum!” Donnie cried

“Me too!” he got in return.

Before Troy knew it, he felt a hot shot of something filling him up as Donnie grunted. He knew Donnie just came in him by the renewed slickness of sliding shaft rocking in and out of his ring. That was what it took for him to explode for the second time tonight. With each pulse of his cock, a stream of cum shot out onto the tree he was on and he felt the roughness of the dried bark on his head.

Above that, he felt the throbbing muscle releasing inside him as he tried to flex his pucker around it. With shaky legs, Donnie backed out of Troy's pleasure place and stood there in the moonlight as naked as the day he was born and breathing like he ran a marathon.

Picking himself up off of the tree, he noticed several scratches and scuffs on his chest and belly and when he stood up he could feel cum dripping down his leg. He looked up and Donnie, and Donnie back at him. “WOW!” Troy said. “That was awesome.”

“Yes it was Troy” Donnie answered.

They found their way back to the tree, a little farther down from the cum drippings and sat there in silence for several minutes before Donnie broke the quiet. “Are you still ok?”

“I don't know. Gimme a few please?” Troy asked.

Fearful that he pushed too far too fast, Donnie gave him some time to think about what just happened before he said, “Troy, I didn't just use you.”

Troy nodded an ok and stood up looking for his t-shirt. Once he found it, he quietly put it on and started out of the woods. They walked quietly as they got to the opening in the path and stopped. Assuring that there was no one around, they quickly made it to the Grand Am. 

Opening the door, Troy grabbed out his cut offs and slid them over his slightly sore ass and started to walk off.

“Wait! I'll give you a ride home.” Donnie offered.

“Thanks, but I want to walk.” he replied, and he quietly left.

His stride was slower and a little wobbly as Troy made his way home. He felt the wetness of his experience soaking into his underwear and it made him walk a little bowlegged and uncomfortable. As he walked and thought, he remembered how alone he felt before the offer of a ride and how good he felt when someone wanted to spend time with him. He pondered about what had just happened and what it meant. What would it mean tomorrow? Next week? He knew he couldn't tell anyone the secret that only he and Donnie shared and he determined that the experience was good.

As he walked through the door of the hell he called home, the radio was blasting and the gatekeepers were nowhere to be seen and he was glad. He opted for a quick bath and bed and followed through with both of those plans. After his bath, he laid in his bed in the hot upstairs of his house and wondered if Donnie would stop and talk to him during school on Monday and if he even really wanted him too. As he drifted off to sleep, he decided he did.