HockeyBoy98

“Good job! Good hustle! Good job! Good hustle!” The coach complimented, patting the Logan High Hockey players as they stepped off the ice. They made their way past the equipment stand, throwing their gear at the poor equipment manager girl before making their way to the locker room.

Ryan was the last one to step off the ice. He removed his helmet and gently placed it on the counter, since he knew how much his ex – the previous equipment manager – hated it when the players would chuck their stuff at him with reckless disregard. All the boys made their way into the locker room, chatting amongst themselves as they took off their skates and uniforms, either hopping into the showers or stripping down and changing into their regular clothes. Ryan stands in front of his locker, pulling off his sweaty uniform while watching himself in the mirror that was magnetically attached to the inside of his locker. In the reflection he could see some of his team mates behind him as they got prepared for their showers, casually talking to each other as they got naked, taking their time before wrapping towels around themselves. Ryan watched them intently, adjusting his mirror to get a better view as his shorts began to tighten. Normally a morning jerk off session would have been able to subdue these urges, but he had missed it this morning since he was running late and the adrenaline of playing hockey had his blood pumping to all the right areas.

“Yo!” Someone shouted in his ear, causing him to jump a little.

“What? I wasn’t doing anything…..what?” Ryan said, attempting to act casual as he grabbed his speed stick from his locker and applied it to his underarms.

“You’re not showering today?” His team mate asked, adjusting his towel.

“Nah. My rides here already, I’ll  just shower at home,” Ryan explained, throwing his deodorant back on the shelf in his locker. In reality, he was already concocting a plan to relieve his tension.

“But I was gonna ask if you wanted to go get food with us after,” his team mate offered, “I’m thinking Greek. I want to toss a salad.”

“No thanks,” Ryan declined as he faced away from his friend and quickly changed into his t-shirt, trying to make his boner go away by thinking of things that turned him off.

“Turtles….olives…..lampshades….women….”

It worked.

“Ok, see you tomorrow,” Ryan bid his friend farewell, grabbing his bag and exiting the locker room and making his way out to the parking lot where Larry, one of his mothers numerous boyfriends, was doing a crossword puzzle behind the wheel of his Oldsmobile. Ryan opened the door and hopped in, putting his bag on the floor on front of him.

“Hey, buddy!” Larry says cheerfully, “Wow, that was quick, you usually take a while longer to shower. I’m really into this crossword puzzle. Let me figure out this last little riddle here and then we’ll get going...”

“I decided to just shower at home today,” Ryan says, putting his seat belt on, “I didn’t expect to be so…”

“Gay!” Larry exclaimed, slapping the news paper against the steering wheel. Ryan stared back at him, horrified.

“Wh-What?” He stammered, trying to figure out what he had said or done to give himself away.

“A three letter word for happy!” Gary said proudly, as he fills in the little boxes with his pencil, “G-A-Y. Gay. Sorry I interrupted you, what were you saying?”

“Oh, um..I was gonna say that I wasn’t expecting to be so tired, but that practice really killed me,” Ryan explained, relieved. Larry put his paper down and began to drive the car to Ryans house while Ryan scrolled through his social media on his phone.

Upon their arrival, Ryan walked through the front door first, calling out to his mother,

“Mom, I’m home! Larrys here.”

Larry walked through the front door after him with a bag of dry cleaning over his shoulder and a bottle of wine in his hand.

“My love?” He yells up the stairs. Ryans mom exists her room, walking down the stairs in a bathrobe, her highlighted hair tied in a lose bun, with a displeased look upon her face.

“Oh…hello,” she says in a weak tone, placing the back of her hand on her forehead, “I forgot that you were coming over today. I’m so sorry, but I am in no shape to go out tonight, I feel awful. Just awful.”

“No! What’s wrong?” He says empathically. Ryans mom places both hands over her stomach and frowns.

“I’m sick,” she says sadly.

“Do you want me to go get you some medicine?” he offers as Ryan drops his bag on the floor and sits down on the couch in the living room.

“Oh, no, but that’s very nice of you to offer, thank you. I’m just going to go take a bath and then get some rest, that’s all I need right now to make me feel better,” she says sweetly, her eyes wandering to the bag on Larrys shoulder, “Is that my dry cleaning?”

“Oh, yes, here you go,” he says, handing her the bag and the wine, “And here’s the wine that I promised to bring you, you can drink it once you’re well again. It’s a great blend, you’re going to love it.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “You’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too, my peach. Get some rest, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Larry says, glancing over to Ryan on the couch, “See ya later, sport!”

“Bye,” Ryan waves weakly.  Larry walks out the door, hopping into his car and driving off. Ryans mom throws her dry-cleaning on the back of the couch and placing the wine bottle on the coffee table.

“That was close!” She says pulls off her bathrobe, revealing a black cocktail dress beneath it and un-doing her hair, allowing to fall down upon her shoulders. As soon as Larry’s car rounded the corner, a newer, shinier model, sped around from the other direction, stopping in front of the house and honking the horn. Each of Ryans moms boyfriends had their own role. Larry was her errand boy, Conrad bought her expensive gifts, Brad was her meal ticket, and George? Well, George owned a boat.  

“I’ll be home by one, there’s manicotti in the fridge and if you invite anyone over, DO NOT let them go in my room!” She says sternly, slipping into her high heals and and grabbing her purse off the coat rack, “Oh! And if George calls, tell him I’m at the gym. Ciao!”

Without giving him a chance to respond, she dashes out the door, letting it slam behind her. With the house all to himself, Ryan could finally do what he had been thinking about all day. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his Grindr app, recalibrating it to only show Matches within two miles, and begins quickly swiping right on every single photo that pops up. In less than a minute, a message popped up on the screen.

WillN: hiiiii :p *eggplant emoji*

HockeyBoy98: Hey. Looking to meet up?

WillN: PNP?

HockeyBoy98: Nah. Are you a top or a bottom?

WillN: PNP?

HockeyBoy98: No. You can if you want to but I won’t be participating. Are you a top or a bottom?

WillN: X? K?

HockeyBoy98: Can you fucking read? I said no

WillN: M?

HockeyBoy98: Ok, you’re obviously illiterate, bye

Ryan closed the conversation and went back to rapidly swiping through pictures, until a new message pops up.

BoDiggly: Hey

HockeyBoy98: Hey. Top or bottom?

BoDiggly: Why don’t you have any face pics?

HockeyBoy98: Who needs face pics with a body like this?

BoDiggly: You have a cute chubby tummy lol

HockeyBoy98: You’re not supposed to call it a tummy, you’re supposed to call it a sexy 6 pack and compliment me on it

BoDiggly: THAT’S optimistic. I don’t know if I’d call it a 6-pack…it’s more like a very small keg

HockeyBoy98: I don’t think I like your attitude

Ryan closed the conversation, blocked the sender and proceeds to the next new message.

AverageJoe: Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m bad at poetry, wanna fuck?

HockeyBoy98: Very straight forward. I like it. Yes, I would.

AverageJoe: What? Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked lol Hi

HockeyBoy98: Hi. Top or bottom?

AverageJoe: Both. You?

HockeyBoy98: Both, but I’m in a topping mood today.

AverageJoe: What’s your name?

HockeyBoy98: Irrelevant. Come over?

AverageJoe: What? You mean right now?

HockeyBoy98: No, next week. YES, NOW.

AverageJoe: Damn…I wasn’t expecting you to wanna meet up this quickly…

HockeyBoy98: Your opening line was “wanna fuck?” and you didn’t think I’d wanna meet up right away?

AverageJoe: To be honest, that’s the first time that line has ever worked for me lol

HockeyBoy98: So you weren’t serious?

AvererageJoe: No, no, I was serious but…don’t you wanna get to know me a little more first?

HockeyBoy98: Not really. Cute face, cute ass, that’s good enough for me. Come let me breed you

AverageJoe: I don’t even know your name! lol

HockeyBoy98: You don’t need to. It’s not like I’m not gonna shove my name up your ass.

AverageJoe: Lol oh wow

HockeyBoy98: Are you coming or not?

AverageJoe: Well…what’s your address?

HockeyBoy98: There’s a Starbucks near my place on the corner of Blackberry and Shaw, I’ll meet you there

AverageJoe: Hold on, let me Google Earth it…

HockeyGuy98: Make it fast, I have 20 other guys I could be talking to

AverageJoe: Is it next to a pet store?

HockeyBoy98: YES. It’s also the ONLY Starbucks on Blackberry and Shaw.

AverageJoe: You don’t have any face pics, how am I supposed to know who to look for?

HockeyBoy98: Brown hair, left eye brow pierced, I’ll be wearing a Maple Leafs hat and a really pissed off look on my face if you keep me waiting too long.

AverageJoe: You’re a sassy one lol

HockeyBoy98: Are you coming or not?

AverageJoe: Can I just ask you a few questions first?

HockeyBoy98: Like what?

AverageJoe: How old are you? Are you poz? Do you have condoms? Do you live alone?

HockeyBoy98: 18. No. No. No.

AverageJoe: Okay, I’ll bring some. I can be there in about 45 minutes

HockeyGuy98: Fine. If you don’t see me there, just message me.

Ryan put his phone in his pocket and raced upstairs, quickly stripping off his clothes jumping into the shower, washing down his less than ideal hockey player body and wavy brown hair.

He got out and blow dried his hair, then dried himself off, redressing in tight white Hanes, a pair of jeans that had been cut into shorts and a green t-shirt adorned with the London Knights logo and topping it off with the navy blue Maple Leafs cap he had promised to wear. He grabbed his keys and phone and headed out the door, walking down to the Starbucks which was buzzing with customers ordering their late afternoon pick me ups. With no tables available to sit at, he leaned against the wall between the washrooms with his arms folded and his phone in his hand waiting for the tell-tale Grindr ding to notify him of AverageJoe’s arrival. It wasn’t needed, as he immediately recognized the man from the profile picture as he entered the front doors, looking around curiously at the people in line and sitting down, instead of at the menu as a regular customer of the establishment would. Ryan put his phone in his pocket and passed through the people waiting in line as he watched AverageJoes eyes scanning the restaurant, before doing a double take as he saw the logo on his hat first, then let his eyes wander down to Ryans face. He smiled, relieved, as Ryan stood directly in front of him, solid proof that he was neither being stood up nor catfished.

“Hey. I like your hat,” he grinned, his nice teeth encased by soft looking lips, surrounded by subtle black facial hair. His ethnicity would probably be Italian, or perhaps Portuguese, maybe even Turkish, but Ryan did not care enough to ask. They were the same height, but Ryan was definitely heavier, a trait he liked in his men.

“Thanks,” Ryan replied, grabbing the rim of the hat and turning it backwards, his preferred style of wearing it, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to buy you a drink,” AJ offered. Ryan looked at the long line up and grimaced.

“I’m not waiting in that fucking line. Let’s go,” he scoffed, heading for the door.

“Forgive me for trying to be polite,” AJ apologized as he followed Ryan out the door.

“Did you drive?” Ryan asks, glancing around for a car.

“No, actually, I took the bus,” his hook-up responded.

“Oh,” Ryan sighed, “I guess we’ll walk then.”

“You said it’s not too far, right?” AJ confirmed as he strolled down the sidewalk.

“It’s right around the corner,” Ryan replied.

“Cool,” his companion nodded casually, “I’m Joe, by the way.”

“Yeah, I saw that on your screen name, I’m not retarded,” Ryan answered.

“It COULD have just been a pseudonym,” Joe defended, “I mean, I doubt your mother actually named you HockeyBoy98.”

“Maybe she did,” Ryan replied as they approach the end of the block.

“Or maybe she named you…?” Joe inquired as they rounded the corner.

“Ryan,” he finally answered.

“Oh, cool! My cousin is named Ryan,” Joe replied, making conversation.

“So?” Ryan said as he walked down the block.

“It’s just a weird coincidence,” Joe remarked.

“Not really, it’s a pretty common name,” Ryan shot back.

“Are you always this defensive, Ryan?” Joe asked.

“Only when I’m sexually frustrated,” Ryan replied, which was only half true, “This is my place.”

“Really?” Joe said, surprised, “It’s nice.”

“I know,” Ryan said, walking up the drive way.

With the pleasantries out of the way, they made their way up to Ryans room, where he locked the door just in case his mother arrived home early, or came back to retrieve something she forgot. He walked over to his bed and pulled out his secret sex box from underneath it, opening it up and placing it on the night stand for easy access.

“Wow,” Joe said, looking around the room at all the trophies, ribbons and other hockey memorabilia, “You REALLY like hockey.”

“Amongst other things,” Ryan said, pulling his off and placing it over the rod of one of the pillars at the end of his bed post as he got on top of the mattress, kneeling on it whilst he summoned with two fingers, “Come here.”

Joe joined him, sitting down on his knees in front of him, smiling shyly.

“Hi,” he greeted. Ryan, painfully sick of small talk, grabbed him with one hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a hard kiss as the other hand clutched the bulge in the front of his jeans. He kissed him vigorously, his tongue invading his mouth without permission as he hand worked gripped Joes stiffening member with an almost desperate intensity. Joe eventually broke away from the kiss, pulling away with somewhat nervous laughter.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” he chuckled. Ryan pulled his t-shirt off, tossing it on the floor.

“Nope,” he said, grabbing Joe by back of the head again, kissing him even more forcefully than before, pulling him on top of him as he laid down on the bed. He only stopped to grab Joes shirt and quickly and yank it off. His hands began to unfastening the belt, but it was giving him some trouble.

“It’s un-clips, like a seat belt,” Joe offered, but his advice didn’t seem to help Ryans attempts to take it off, “Here, let me help you.”

He laid down beside Ryan on the bed and undid the belt, giving Ryan time to take off his own shorts and underwear, jerking himself off while he waited.

“Oh! Here, before I forget,” Joe said, taking a condom out of his pocket and handing it to Ryan, who rolled his eyes and dropped it beside him on the bed.

“We won’t be needing that,” he scoffed, rolling over to kiss Joe again, who pulled away.

“Yes, we will,” he said firmly.

“Ugh. De ja vu,” Ryan thought to himself, as this exchange reminded him of one he had once had with a certain ex-boyfriend. But this time, he had an idea on how to get around it.

“I meant we wont be needing it YET,” he clarified, taking a grip of Joe by the hair on the back of his head and guiding his head down, “Because you’re gonna suck my cock first.”

“Maybe if you ask a little more politely…” Joe said teasingly, swatting Ryans hand away repositioning himself between Ryans legs, rubbing his thighs up and down while he looked up at him, “Then maybe I might be a little more inclined to-“

Ryan silenced up by grabbing his hair again and forcibly shoving his cock into his mouth, holding his head down to prevent him from getting up as he struggled to get a breath of hair. He eventually lets him up momentarily for a gulp of hair, only to force his head back down a second later, stuffing Joes throat as much as his larynx would allow.

“I think I’ve found  a suitable way to shut you up,” Ryan beamed as Joes head bounces up and down, emitting gagging and choking sounds, until he managed to pull himself away, rubbing his throat, his eyes somewhat moist looking.

“I’ll do it, you don’t need to be that rough,” he said somberly. Ryan stared back at him, unmoved.

“Get to it then,” he demanded, putting both hands behind his head. Joe took a deep breath and obeyed, lowing his head and, much more gently, wrapping his lips around Ryans cut cock, looking up at him as he slowly let in slide in and out of his mouth. After a few minutes of soft, oral pleasure, Ryans pulled his cock out and ordered Joe to lay down.

“Reach into that box and hand me the butt plug and the lube,” he commanded. Joe obliged, handing Ryan both. He lubed Joe up, along with the butt plug, then began to suck on his cock while working the tip of the butt plug up against his hole.

“You’ve disinfected that since the last time you used it, right?” Joe inquired.

“Obviously,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes. But as with 90% of the words that came out of his mouth, the truthfulness of this statement was up for debate.

He continued sucking Joe off while slowing inserting the black butt plug into him carefully causing to Joe to inhale sharply.

“Shit,” he sighed, as Ryan slowly pushed the device into him a little deeper while continuing to slurp up his dick like a popsicle, “You know what? I think I also like you better when you’re not talking.”

“Oh yeah?” Ryan said, pulling away, a thin trail of precum and saliva leading from his mouth back to the cockhead, before forcing the entire butt plug inside Joe in one vengeful push, causing him to cry out in shock, “How about now?”

Joe groans and cringes, unable to give a reply as Ryan twists and forces the toy and out of him while continuing to jack him off. Joe writhes and gasps underneath him, indicating that he wasn’t entirely hating the act, just wishing Ryan had been more gentle with it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, “A little warning would have been nice.”

“Shut up and turn over, bitch,” Ryan demanded, “I want to watch your ass swallow this.”

“You don’t need to call me a bitch,” Joe grumbled as he rolled over, placing himself in doggy style position, allowing Ryan to watch the toy go in and out of his ass.

“I said shut the fuck up,” Ryan spat, forcing the toy in and out even harder.

“You’re….ugh…” Joe groaned, gasping as he tries to catch his breath as the pleasure and pain over whelms him, his head to the side as to not muffle his words with the pillow, his hand stroking his circumcised cock.

“I’m what?” Ryan asked arrogantly, as he worked the toy in and out.

“You’re…kind of a prick,” Joe answered honestly.

“Really?” Ryan smiled, stroking his own dick with the hand he had before been using to pleasure Joe, “You think so?”

“Kinda,” Joe exhaled, though still enjoying the treatment he was getting, albeit at the hands of someone who he was starting to not like very much, “It wouldn’t kill you…to be a little bit nicer.”

Ryan spit on his left hand, lubing up his cock.

“Do you hate me?” He asked, slowing down the motion of the insertion of the butt plug, pulling it nearly all the way out, before slowly pushing it back in.

“No. Hate is a strong word,” Joe sighed, taking pleasure in the much smoother and gentler pace that Ryan was now using.

With extreme swiftness and without warning, Ryan yanks the toy out, allowing it to bounce off the bed and onto the floor and places his dick head against Joes ass hole, takes a firm hold of his hips and forces it in as far as he could.

“Fuck!” Joe cried in pain out as Ryan entered him.

“How about now?” Ryan asked, pulling his cock out slightly, only to slam it back in even harder, brutally ramming his unsuspecting ass.

“Shit! Stop!” Joe pleaded, glancing at Ryan as much as his neck would allow, “You need to put a condom on!”

“Fuck that,” Ryan scoffed, continuing to brutally raw dog Joes ass.

“Ryan, stop,” Joe groaned, attempting to lift himself up, only to have Ryan force him down onto the bed with one hand on his back, the other on the back of his skull.

“Quit moving!” Ryan growled, pumping himself and out of Joes unsuspecting ass vigorously, “It feels so much better without a rubber, don’t you think?”

“You…fucking…piece of…” Joe grunted, attempting to lift himself up by the elbows, only to be pushed back down by the much heavier boy.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you!” Ryan taunted, pushing more weight down onto his head, pressing it into the pillow, causing his objections to become a muffled, incoherent mess, “What’d you call me? A piece of shit?”

Ryan let go of his hair and placed both hands back on his hips, ramming him furiously, allowing Joe to come up for air.

“Stop!” Joe struggled, but to no avail. Ryan wasn’t going anywhere.

“Not until I’m done!” Ryan growled, leaning back down and placing both hands on either side of Joes shoulders, allowing his chest and the majority of his body weight to rest on Joes back, as he leaned close to his ear, “Come on, you like it, don’t you? This is what you wanted.”

“No, I wanted you to use a condom,” Joe growled back.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Ryan said delicately taking hold of Joes wrists at the base of his clenched fists and holding them above his head, breathing hot air on his neck, “Just enjoy it. I know I am.”

 “You fucking ass hole….you better be fucking clean,” Joe warned through clenched teeth, accepting the situation for what it was.

“I knew you’d come around,” Ryan beamed, kissing Joe on the side of neck, as his hips raise and lower, plowing into his ass, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“You’re such a piece of shit,” Joe cursed.

“Awww, I know,” Ryan said condescendingly lifting himself back up and raising Joe up by the hips and placing him back in doggy style position, “And you’re getting fucked by a piece of shit, so what does that make you?”

Joes objections turned into moans as Ryan pumped in and out of him.

“That makes you my bitch,” Ryan answered his own question, then commanded, “Now tell me you like getting fucked like a bitch.”

 Though it was apparent from his moans, and the raging hard on that he still had, that Joe did in fact like it, he would not confirm it verbally. Ryan grabs the back of his hair, forcing his head back as far as it would go without snapping his neck while repeating, “Tell me you fucking like it!”

“I like it!” Joe finally submitted.

“You like what?” Ryan demanded to know, gripping his hair tightly.

“I like getting fucked like a bitch,” Joe answered, a small element of shame in his voice. Ryan let go of his hair and let his head drop back down onto the pillow. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sadistic pleasure of degrading this undeserving stranger who, by all accounts, was a much nicer guy than what he deserved.

“You still rubbing your cock?” Ryan asked, opening his eyes and looking down at the man beneath him.

“Yeah,” Joe answered, his arm moving back and forth under his torso.

“Lay on your back, I don’t want you to cum on my sheets,” Ryan said, pulling out and pushing Joe onto his side. Joe took a deep breath, sweating and panting as he rolled over. Ryan lifted his legs up and held him by the ankles, entering him again forcefully. 

“How many guys have you fucked that you met on Grindr?” He asked, fucking Joe angrily while he jerked off.

“I don’t know,” Joe answered meakly.

“I bet you don’t,” Ryan scoffed allowing his cock to slide in and out of the less assertive man, “Look how fucking easily my cock slides in that hole. You’ve been used a lot, you bitch.”

“Fuck you,” Joe sneered at him. Ryan leans over him, resting his elbows on either side of his head, his face an inch away from Joes.

“You know what the best part about this is?” Ryan smiled down at him, slowly sliding his cock in and out, “You get to live the rest of your life knowing you let yourself get fucked by someone who you didn’t even like.”

He forced his mouth onto Joes, who unwillingly kissed him back. Ryan lifted himself back up, taking hold of Joe by the ankles again, slamming into him harder.

“Do you hate me yet?” He asked with a shit eating grin. Joe stares up at him, his lips quivering with anger.

“Yes,” he answered, broken down.

“Let me hear you say it,” Ryan commanded.

“I hate you,” Joe said sincerely.

“I don’t believe you,” Ryan answered, quickening, his face determined, “Say it again.”

“I hate you,” Joe repeats, his hand still stroking himself as this intensity of the situation, albeit degrading and infuriating, was kinda hot.

“I don’t believe you,” Ryan replies, pounding harder, his orgasm building as the distain directed at him fueled him more than love ever could.

“I don’t give a fuck what you believe,” Joe shot back. Ryan removed his hand from Joes ankle and let it swing downwards, catching him across the face with a sharp smack.

“Tell me you hate me!” He demanded. Joes face twists up in frustration, redding both from the smack and from his all growing anger.

“I hate you!” He shouted back. Ryan laid down on top of him, drilling him with their faces inches apart, his hands clutching the sheets beneath them.

“I don’t believe you,” he repeated.

“I hate you!” Joe screamed out, his orgasm also building.

“No you don’t!” Ryan taunted.

“YES I DO!” Joe screamed at the top of his lungs.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T!” Ryan screamed back.

“YES I FUCKING DO!” Joe howled back, “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU, RYAN! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

Ryans core tightened has his hands gripped the fitted bed sheets so tight that one corner of it came right off the bed, the cloth clenched in his hand. He pressed his face into the pillow beside Joes head as his entire body vibrated, ceased movement, then vibrated again like a silenced phone as he shot his cum up inside Joes abused ass.

As the creamy warmth filled him, Joe found himself trying to catch his breath as his own climax came upon him, causing him to involuntarily embrace Ryan as his hand squeezed his cock, spurts of white jizz shooting out and coating his stomach as he whimpered, his free arm and both legs wrapped around him tightly as they came simultaneously. Ryan collapsed on top of him, heaving and panting as Joes cum squashed between their torsos. They lay there in silence for few minutes catching their breath, the sound of heavy breathing filling the room, until Ryan lifted himself up, pulling his now soft penis out and getting up off the bed. He walked into his private bathroom that was connected to his bedroom and retrieved a roll of toilet paper, wiping himself up and then handing it to Joe so he could do the same. He laid back down on the bed, the fitted sheet still pulled off, and tucked himself under the blanket, facing away from Joe.

“Um…wow…” Joe shuddered, struggling to find his words, “That was…”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan interrupted, still not looking at him, much like a child who knew that he had done a bad thing.

“It’s okay…I mean, it’s NOT okay but…” Joe let his sentence trail off, “You swear you’re clean, right?”

“Yes,” Ryan lied. The truth was, he had no idea if he was or not. He hadn’t been tested, for anything, in over a year.

“Okay, that’s a relief,” Joe nodded, “That was pretty fucked up. Hot…but fucked up.”

Ryan said nothing, curling himself up into the fetal position, waiting for Joe to leave him alone. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Joe spoke again.

“I think I’m gonna head out now,” he said.

“Good. Go,” Ryan answered shortly. Joe sighed as he stood up, putting his clothes back on and putting the unused condom back in his pocket.

“Do you want to walk me to the door?” Joe asked.

“Why? Did you forget how to get there?” Ryan shot back. Joe stared at the back of Ryans head, perplexed and irritated.

“What the FUCK Is your problem?” He snapped.

“You. You’re my problem. Now I’d appreciate it if you got the fuck out of my house,” Ryan requested rudely, still not turning around.

“Whatever, man,” Joe scoffed, walking towards the door, “You need to get some fucking help, I think you’ve taken too many pucks to the head.”

Joe unlocked the door and walked out, slamming it hard behind him. Ryan listened as the footsteps descended the stairs and eventually out the front door, which he also slammed behind him.

Ryan leaned over, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and opened Facebook. He searched his friends list for Travis Charles only to be met with the message

“No results found”.

He opened Twitter and typed in the same name and when he visited the profile it read,

“You are blocked from viewing this users Tweets.”

Upon opening Instagram and trying to view Travis’ profile, he was informed,

“This Users account is private.”

He sighed as he rolled onto his back. He knew that these were the messages he was going to be met with, but had been secretly hoping that Travis had unblocked him on at least ONE social media platform. Unable to see or talk to the only person he really wanted to, Ryan re-opened his Grindr app, deleted his conversation with Joe and blocked him, than opened up the friend finder and, once again, began swiping right.