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Reporter Patton
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I woke up, the sun blazing in under the shade giving me a rude awakening. I had just had a night long dream about traveling the word and having a lot of sex in the process. It was both erotic and exotic! However, unfortunately, I had to wake up to reality and move on with my day.
Life wasn't really all that bad. I lived in an upper middle class home with a good family, a quiet town, and was doing well in my college courses. Life could not be better, but, life could always be better.
I was gay, or at least, I liked guys and that was very taboo here in Princeton. The people here were nice but they lived their lives perfectly and didn't want anything to disrupt that. It was too bad. I knew I was still the same person I always had been, but I knew the town could not handle my coming out any better than they could handle the black plague. There would be utter chaos. Okay maybe chaos is too dramatic of a term, but they would all treat me differently I was sure of that. So while I lived the happy perfect life, I thought I would never find the one thing I really wanted. A guy that felt the same way about me.
There were no gay bars here in Princeton, there was of course, the infamous gay.com chat rooms, but only old men hung out there, and I was 22. I admit there were a few hot guys that would frequent the room, but they were model types, so again, more old men just with fake pictures.
I did have a very close male friend, John, or Johnny, as I liked to call him. We hung out 24/7 but he could not be gay. He was the MVP Football player at our small university, so suffice to say he was built quite nicely. He was also very tough. This past summer he had been the victim of a hit and run accident and made a complete recovery. When he had been younger he survived a 4 year long battle with Leukemia and had also beaten that. I was happy enough just being Johnny's friend, and while he was really cute and the best friend I could ever ask for, I got no gay signals WHAT SO EVER, so I knew it was something I could not pursue.
So I got up this morning and my car wasn't working, again. This was the third time this month and mid-terms were today, of all days. I speed-dialed Johnny's phone, hoping to catch a ride with him to the university.
"Hey Chris, what's up?"
"Johnny! My car is not starting, again. I need a ride, where are you at?" I heard the noise of other students in the background, but he said,
"Don't worry man, I'm on my way right now." and hung up.
He knew I would've protested and didn't leave room for me to get a word in edgewise.
He pulled up about 15 minutes later in his red hot convertible, sporting his button up shirt (button from the mid-chest on down, mind you), levi jeans, and dark sun-glasses. Johnny had the goods and he knew it.
"I didn't know it was "sluts'r'us" day on campus today!" I said with a sly grin.
Johnny just playfully punched me in the shoulder, but I don't think he realized how much force he had behind that punch.
"You know you want some of this, man. You might as well get some of this now before it's gone." He grinned.
I laughed but it trailed off, how I wished he was being serious.
"So what is wrong with your car, man?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't had time to really look at it. I know nothing about cars, and my folks are out of town this weekend."
"Great, let me look at it!"
"Pfhhtt. Like you can fix anything. Johnny, the car mechanic!"
"No, really. My ex, being the ditz she was, was always having car problems. I fixed all of them. Except the time she fell asleep at the wheel and drove into the swamp. There was way to much water in that engine!"
I laughed hysterically, because Maxine (Johnny's ex) was the typical, ditzy, barbie character. And thinking of her falling asleep and driving into a swamp filled my mind with hilarious mental pictures for the rest of the day. After a while of entertaining myself with those thoughts, I asked,
"Man, why did you get with her anyway?"
"Well, she practically threw herself at me, every day. Besides, she's really quite experienced."
I rolled my eyes. "John, the whole reason I'm friends with you is because you have more depth than the typical, dumb jock..."
"Tell me! Tell me you wouldn't bang her if you got the chance?"
I put on my straight cap and thought hard about it, but not too long.
"....okay. I guess I'd think about it, but...." I felt so comfortable with John, I didn't think he'd care if I told him I was gay.
"but, what?"
"well..."
"Let me guess, Chris. You're gay and you've loved me all along!" At that Johnny burst out laughing. He didn't mean it to hurt me but I made up an excuse fast.
"Nothing. I'd rather have a girl with brains anyway."
"Yeah, you're right man. Those were my low days back than. I could've done better. In fact I know I could've done better." He looked sideways at me.
"Well that's what happens." I responded and quickly changed the subject. "So I really owe you for the ride, when can I bring by my notes for History to you?"
"Bring it by my locker after practice, that way I can have them before class."
I responded with a simple "okay" but my cock nearly jumped at the thought of seeing him in the locker room, probably naked. In fact I relished any moment I had an excuse to go in that room. Of course all of the football players were buff and hotter than shit.
"see you then!"
"Bye!" We hand pumped and walked off to our respective classes. I couldn't really sit still through Geometry. I just looked forward to see Johnny again. I needed to fall out of love with him and fast. He'd never be mine.
I immediately made my way to the locker room after class. Hoping to catch Johnny before he had gotten into dress mode. I slowed my pace and serenely walked through the double doors to the room of naked men before me.
They were all gleaming, either with sweat or from being in the shower or both. And most of them were naked. Standing side by side in the shower completely naked and chatting with each other like nothing was different. I marveled at how they did it. Some were even sharing each other's soap.
"No butt washing now" I heard them joke. Wow, their bodies were perfect. All were buff from training. You couldn't cut the testosterone in that room with a knife, it was so thick. One of the guys taking a shower, I think his name was Michael, must've noticed me gazing at him. He slowly arose and walked towards me.
"Do you want something faggot?" he said, looking at me intently. I didn't answer.
"Did you come here for some of this?" He grabbed his dick and whipped it back and forth. It wasn't even remotely hard but must've been 5 or 6 inches soft.
"I think you must be confused," the other guys in the room laughed as Michael zeroed in on me, "The girly locker room is across the hall. This is a room for men, not girls and faggots!" He looked back at the other guys for approval and they laughed even more.
"Well, what are you doing here then?" I asked with a grin.
Without even responding Michael just shoved me backwards. I could do nothing against that brute force. I was shoved into the lockers and than fell, hitting my head on one of the locker room benches. I was bleeding and they just laughed at me.
But suddenly Johnny was there.
"Chris, are you alright?" He asked me, as he helped me up. He touched my head where it was cut open and I winced.
"Johnny!" Michael said astoundingly "Are you friends with this faggot, or is he your bitch?"
"He's not any of those things," Johnny just replied cooly.
"He was oogling all of us, he was practicly drooling, Johnny!"
At that Johnny just stood up, face only inches from Michael's...
"Leave him alone, or else you will be the faggot, Michael! You already act like one"
Veins were popping out of both men's necks, but Johnny was much bigger, and stronger than Michael. Michael flexed but wasn't even as buff as Johnny was when relaxed. A few more linger moments of anger and Michael backed off.
"Fuck you!" and the fight was over.
Johnny helped me up wearing just a towel and sat me down next to his locker.
"Are you okay Chris? How's your head?" He said as he touched my wound again.
"I'm actually a little dizzy." I responded quietly.
"Here let me get some clothes on and I'll take you to the clinic."
He took off the towel and I slowly gazed up at his body. His legs were like tree trunks and his dick (though soft) was even bigger than Michael's. He had a cut six pack and blazing obliques with light blond hair that was barely noticeable (but i noticed) that trailed his abs down to his shaft. His pecs reverberated every move he made and his huge arms bulged with everything he lifted. His blond goatee was thin and cut perfectly as was his blond hair trimmed short.
He knew I was looking at him. He looked like he was about to say something but didn't. He looked disappointed but continued getting dressed.
"Come on, lets get you to the clinic."
We walked down the hall together but not chatting like we normally do. It felt very awkward and I was worried I had ruined our friendship forever. It was in between class time so Johnny motioned me to the nearest bathroom.
"In here." He motioned. He didn't look very happy but I followed him.
We both were now alone. He leaned against the wall as I leaned against the opposite one. There was a long pause while Johnny seemed to study me intently and then finally spoke.
"Chris," he stopped. "Chris, I'm glad you're okay, I really am. But how did that fight start?"
"You know how it started" I mumbled.
"I only heard what Michael said." After another pause he asked, "Is it true, were you checking them out? Are you gay?"
I didn't know what to say, I stumbled over words, I was so on the spot "I uhh I..." tears welled up in my eyes. Johnny gently placed a hand on my shoulder,
"It's okay."
I almost wanted to burst out crying. Johnny's approval meant too much to me and his support even now I was more than thankful for.
"yes" I replied, barely above a whisper.
He took in a deep breath and put his other hand on my other shoulder, causing me to look up into his eyes. He looked relieved.
"I'm glad." He replied.
I didn't know what to say, why would Johnny be glad?
"Wha-what?" I nervously asked.
"Chris, we've been friends ever since Jr. High. We've always been there for each other. I've had failed relationships with a lot of girls and I think I know why. It's because all I've ever really needed is you. You treat me better and respect me more than anyone ever has before in my life, and I'd rather go out with you for one night than spend a thousand nights with someone else."
Was I dreaming, that was the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine hearing from anyone, but hearing it from Johnny was flooring.
"Johnny!" was all I could say. I reached out to hug him and we embraced, his huge frame keeping me safe in his arms. He even gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I was in seventh heaven, but all this excitement was making me dizzy.
"Johnny, I love you, but I'm going to barf," I said as I held my head. We both laughed, he knew what I meant.
"Alright, let's get you to that clinic."
We got there (it was only down the hall) and Johnny was such a perfect gentleman. He walked right up to the front desk and demanded to see a nurse instantly. I chucked at his abrasiveness and then trying to flirt to get quicker response. We finally got a nurse to see me and Johnny came back as well.
"So what happened Mr. Strouse" asked the nurse.
"Michael Brayson attacked him." Johnny responded. "Chris nearly had his skull split open!"
The nurse examined my wound. "Well, you are going to need a few stitches, but it doesn't look too bad. I'd suggest avoiding Mr. Brayson from now on. If you get another head injury anytime soon, you could get a concussion."
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be fine with me!" Johnny grinned.
"You're lucky, Mr. Strouse, to have such a good friend here. And bodyguard." She chuckled.
"Yeah, I am." I smiled warmly and Johnny smiled back at me.
Outside of the clinic Johnny took me by the arm,
"Can I come over tonight?" He asked with a smile. Things were moving so fast.
"Well, uh yeah."
"I still need to get that homework from you."
"oh"
"And besides that, I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, what's that?"
"You'll see," he said. "See you tonight." We kissed and both went our respective ways.
I didn't get much done that evening. I kind of lied low on the couch, feeling a little dizzy, and waited at the window like a little kid for Johnny to arrive. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. He was 15 minutes late, but finally he arrived.
He hopped out of his hot red convertible, smiled and waved at me as he got a few things out of his car, I couldn't tell what, it was pretty dark out by now.
Suddenly a car sped around the bend, and sped up as it continued down the road. Was this a drunk driver at this hour what was going on?
What was Johnny doing, did he not see or hear the car?? He stepped out to cross the street----RIGHT INTO THE PATH OF THE SPEEDING CAR!!.
I screamed Johnny's name but he was looking down and couldn't here me. I gasped in horror, but no sound came out of my mouth as the car hit Johnny. He went flying onto the windshield and then his seemingly lifeless body slid off. I couldn't believe my eyes! Then the car was put into reverse and they backed up over Johnny's broken body already in the street behind them. Then as they raced off at top speed they ran over him again. His body was crushed.
I ran outside screaming and collapsed beside his motionless body. It looked like nearly every bone is his body had been crushed. He wasn't breathing, and I that didn't change when the paramedics pulled up besides us...
Life wasn't really all that bad. I lived in an upper middle class home with a good family, a quiet town, and was doing well in my college courses. Life could not be better, but, life could always be better.
I was gay, or at least, I liked guys and that was very taboo here in Princeton. The people here were nice but they lived their lives perfectly and didn't want anything to disrupt that. It was too bad. I knew I was still the same person I always had been, but I knew the town could not handle my coming out any better than they could handle the black plague. There would be utter chaos. Okay maybe chaos is too dramatic of a term, but they would all treat me differently I was sure of that. So while I lived the happy perfect life, I thought I would never find the one thing I really wanted. A guy that felt the same way about me.
There were no gay bars here in Princeton, there was of course, the infamous gay.com chat rooms, but only old men hung out there, and I was 22. I admit there were a few hot guys that would frequent the room, but they were model types, so again, more old men just with fake pictures.
I did have a very close male friend, John, or Johnny, as I liked to call him. We hung out 24/7 but he could not be gay. He was the MVP Football player at our small university, so suffice to say he was built quite nicely. He was also very tough. This past summer he had been the victim of a hit and run accident and made a complete recovery. When he had been younger he survived a 4 year long battle with Leukemia and had also beaten that. I was happy enough just being Johnny's friend, and while he was really cute and the best friend I could ever ask for, I got no gay signals WHAT SO EVER, so I knew it was something I could not pursue.
So I got up this morning and my car wasn't working, again. This was the third time this month and mid-terms were today, of all days. I speed-dialed Johnny's phone, hoping to catch a ride with him to the university.
"Hey Chris, what's up?"
"Johnny! My car is not starting, again. I need a ride, where are you at?" I heard the noise of other students in the background, but he said,
"Don't worry man, I'm on my way right now." and hung up.
He knew I would've protested and didn't leave room for me to get a word in edgewise.
He pulled up about 15 minutes later in his red hot convertible, sporting his button up shirt (button from the mid-chest on down, mind you), levi jeans, and dark sun-glasses. Johnny had the goods and he knew it.
"I didn't know it was "sluts'r'us" day on campus today!" I said with a sly grin.
Johnny just playfully punched me in the shoulder, but I don't think he realized how much force he had behind that punch.
"You know you want some of this, man. You might as well get some of this now before it's gone." He grinned.
I laughed but it trailed off, how I wished he was being serious.
"So what is wrong with your car, man?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't had time to really look at it. I know nothing about cars, and my folks are out of town this weekend."
"Great, let me look at it!"
"Pfhhtt. Like you can fix anything. Johnny, the car mechanic!"
"No, really. My ex, being the ditz she was, was always having car problems. I fixed all of them. Except the time she fell asleep at the wheel and drove into the swamp. There was way to much water in that engine!"
I laughed hysterically, because Maxine (Johnny's ex) was the typical, ditzy, barbie character. And thinking of her falling asleep and driving into a swamp filled my mind with hilarious mental pictures for the rest of the day. After a while of entertaining myself with those thoughts, I asked,
"Man, why did you get with her anyway?"
"Well, she practically threw herself at me, every day. Besides, she's really quite experienced."
I rolled my eyes. "John, the whole reason I'm friends with you is because you have more depth than the typical, dumb jock..."
"Tell me! Tell me you wouldn't bang her if you got the chance?"
I put on my straight cap and thought hard about it, but not too long.
"....okay. I guess I'd think about it, but...." I felt so comfortable with John, I didn't think he'd care if I told him I was gay.
"but, what?"
"well..."
"Let me guess, Chris. You're gay and you've loved me all along!" At that Johnny burst out laughing. He didn't mean it to hurt me but I made up an excuse fast.
"Nothing. I'd rather have a girl with brains anyway."
"Yeah, you're right man. Those were my low days back than. I could've done better. In fact I know I could've done better." He looked sideways at me.
"Well that's what happens." I responded and quickly changed the subject. "So I really owe you for the ride, when can I bring by my notes for History to you?"
"Bring it by my locker after practice, that way I can have them before class."
I responded with a simple "okay" but my cock nearly jumped at the thought of seeing him in the locker room, probably naked. In fact I relished any moment I had an excuse to go in that room. Of course all of the football players were buff and hotter than shit.
"see you then!"
"Bye!" We hand pumped and walked off to our respective classes. I couldn't really sit still through Geometry. I just looked forward to see Johnny again. I needed to fall out of love with him and fast. He'd never be mine.
I immediately made my way to the locker room after class. Hoping to catch Johnny before he had gotten into dress mode. I slowed my pace and serenely walked through the double doors to the room of naked men before me.
They were all gleaming, either with sweat or from being in the shower or both. And most of them were naked. Standing side by side in the shower completely naked and chatting with each other like nothing was different. I marveled at how they did it. Some were even sharing each other's soap.
"No butt washing now" I heard them joke. Wow, their bodies were perfect. All were buff from training. You couldn't cut the testosterone in that room with a knife, it was so thick. One of the guys taking a shower, I think his name was Michael, must've noticed me gazing at him. He slowly arose and walked towards me.
"Do you want something faggot?" he said, looking at me intently. I didn't answer.
"Did you come here for some of this?" He grabbed his dick and whipped it back and forth. It wasn't even remotely hard but must've been 5 or 6 inches soft.
"I think you must be confused," the other guys in the room laughed as Michael zeroed in on me, "The girly locker room is across the hall. This is a room for men, not girls and faggots!" He looked back at the other guys for approval and they laughed even more.
"Well, what are you doing here then?" I asked with a grin.
Without even responding Michael just shoved me backwards. I could do nothing against that brute force. I was shoved into the lockers and than fell, hitting my head on one of the locker room benches. I was bleeding and they just laughed at me.
But suddenly Johnny was there.
"Chris, are you alright?" He asked me, as he helped me up. He touched my head where it was cut open and I winced.
"Johnny!" Michael said astoundingly "Are you friends with this faggot, or is he your bitch?"
"He's not any of those things," Johnny just replied cooly.
"He was oogling all of us, he was practicly drooling, Johnny!"
At that Johnny just stood up, face only inches from Michael's...
"Leave him alone, or else you will be the faggot, Michael! You already act like one"
Veins were popping out of both men's necks, but Johnny was much bigger, and stronger than Michael. Michael flexed but wasn't even as buff as Johnny was when relaxed. A few more linger moments of anger and Michael backed off.
"Fuck you!" and the fight was over.
Johnny helped me up wearing just a towel and sat me down next to his locker.
"Are you okay Chris? How's your head?" He said as he touched my wound again.
"I'm actually a little dizzy." I responded quietly.
"Here let me get some clothes on and I'll take you to the clinic."
He took off the towel and I slowly gazed up at his body. His legs were like tree trunks and his dick (though soft) was even bigger than Michael's. He had a cut six pack and blazing obliques with light blond hair that was barely noticeable (but i noticed) that trailed his abs down to his shaft. His pecs reverberated every move he made and his huge arms bulged with everything he lifted. His blond goatee was thin and cut perfectly as was his blond hair trimmed short.
He knew I was looking at him. He looked like he was about to say something but didn't. He looked disappointed but continued getting dressed.
"Come on, lets get you to the clinic."
We walked down the hall together but not chatting like we normally do. It felt very awkward and I was worried I had ruined our friendship forever. It was in between class time so Johnny motioned me to the nearest bathroom.
"In here." He motioned. He didn't look very happy but I followed him.
We both were now alone. He leaned against the wall as I leaned against the opposite one. There was a long pause while Johnny seemed to study me intently and then finally spoke.
"Chris," he stopped. "Chris, I'm glad you're okay, I really am. But how did that fight start?"
"You know how it started" I mumbled.
"I only heard what Michael said." After another pause he asked, "Is it true, were you checking them out? Are you gay?"
I didn't know what to say, I stumbled over words, I was so on the spot "I uhh I..." tears welled up in my eyes. Johnny gently placed a hand on my shoulder,
"It's okay."
I almost wanted to burst out crying. Johnny's approval meant too much to me and his support even now I was more than thankful for.
"yes" I replied, barely above a whisper.
He took in a deep breath and put his other hand on my other shoulder, causing me to look up into his eyes. He looked relieved.
"I'm glad." He replied.
I didn't know what to say, why would Johnny be glad?
"Wha-what?" I nervously asked.
"Chris, we've been friends ever since Jr. High. We've always been there for each other. I've had failed relationships with a lot of girls and I think I know why. It's because all I've ever really needed is you. You treat me better and respect me more than anyone ever has before in my life, and I'd rather go out with you for one night than spend a thousand nights with someone else."
Was I dreaming, that was the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine hearing from anyone, but hearing it from Johnny was flooring.
"Johnny!" was all I could say. I reached out to hug him and we embraced, his huge frame keeping me safe in his arms. He even gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I was in seventh heaven, but all this excitement was making me dizzy.
"Johnny, I love you, but I'm going to barf," I said as I held my head. We both laughed, he knew what I meant.
"Alright, let's get you to that clinic."
We got there (it was only down the hall) and Johnny was such a perfect gentleman. He walked right up to the front desk and demanded to see a nurse instantly. I chucked at his abrasiveness and then trying to flirt to get quicker response. We finally got a nurse to see me and Johnny came back as well.
"So what happened Mr. Strouse" asked the nurse.
"Michael Brayson attacked him." Johnny responded. "Chris nearly had his skull split open!"
The nurse examined my wound. "Well, you are going to need a few stitches, but it doesn't look too bad. I'd suggest avoiding Mr. Brayson from now on. If you get another head injury anytime soon, you could get a concussion."
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be fine with me!" Johnny grinned.
"You're lucky, Mr. Strouse, to have such a good friend here. And bodyguard." She chuckled.
"Yeah, I am." I smiled warmly and Johnny smiled back at me.
Outside of the clinic Johnny took me by the arm,
"Can I come over tonight?" He asked with a smile. Things were moving so fast.
"Well, uh yeah."
"I still need to get that homework from you."
"oh"
"And besides that, I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, what's that?"
"You'll see," he said. "See you tonight." We kissed and both went our respective ways.
I didn't get much done that evening. I kind of lied low on the couch, feeling a little dizzy, and waited at the window like a little kid for Johnny to arrive. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. He was 15 minutes late, but finally he arrived.
He hopped out of his hot red convertible, smiled and waved at me as he got a few things out of his car, I couldn't tell what, it was pretty dark out by now.
Suddenly a car sped around the bend, and sped up as it continued down the road. Was this a drunk driver at this hour what was going on?
What was Johnny doing, did he not see or hear the car?? He stepped out to cross the street----RIGHT INTO THE PATH OF THE SPEEDING CAR!!.
I screamed Johnny's name but he was looking down and couldn't here me. I gasped in horror, but no sound came out of my mouth as the car hit Johnny. He went flying onto the windshield and then his seemingly lifeless body slid off. I couldn't believe my eyes! Then the car was put into reverse and they backed up over Johnny's broken body already in the street behind them. Then as they raced off at top speed they ran over him again. His body was crushed.
I ran outside screaming and collapsed beside his motionless body. It looked like nearly every bone is his body had been crushed. He wasn't breathing, and I that didn't change when the paramedics pulled up besides us...
