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Darling High School track meet, which was our competing high school. But I wasn’t there to root for my home team. I was rooting for the Peter, the hunk of meat I’d been making out with on the dirty floor of my father’s shed. We’d seen each other a few times after my dad caught us. It took some convincing to assure him my dad wasn’t going to out him to the community. My concern for his coming out wasn’t my priority. Getting to feel and occasionally suck the massive rod in his pants was number one on my to-do list.
    I felt more confident in my making out abilities after learning a few new tricks from my favorite gay porn websites. My dad had said he would even buy me a subscription to one of the sites. I was horrified after he offered and told him that I was going to become a monk. His response was that even monks needed some relief. I told him how horrified I was by the discussion and never to speak of it again.
    I found a seat near the edge of the bleachers, sat down on the cool metal, and rested my arms back on the bench behind me. The weather was beautiful, and spring was in full swing. It was only two months before graduation, and while I loved life in this small town in Iowa, I needed to get out and see what other things the world had to offer. Including what different men the world offered, as well. Peter was a fling, and I was by no means attached to him. I looked at what we had as the appetizer to the main course. Soon I would be among a buffet of fine Grade A hunks of beef.
    I spotted Peter on the track; his long tanned legs splayed out before him as he stretched. He bowed his head while he grabbed his feet with his huge hands. I thought about his hands wrapped around my cock, squeezing it. The first time that had happened, I actually choked out a squeal. It was foreign—a mix of pleasure and pain. Since I was the only one who had ever held my cock before, it was a little strange having someone else touch me. Shit, I was getting hard thinking about it. I needed a distraction fast, or else I was going to give everyone a show when I stood up.
    I gazed out into the field next to the track. The grass was freshly mowed and the trees swayed in the light breeze. Then something caught my eye. It was a few of the jocks from Darlings who I knew about through reputation. They were talking to some kid I didn’t recognize. There were a bunch of books surrounding him on the ground, and he held one in his hand. One of the assholes grabbed the book out of his hand and threw it to the ground.
    The angel on my shoulder, who I decided looked like Brad Pitt—I mean, who could be more angelic looking than Brad Pitt—spoke loudly in my ear.
    Brad Pitt: Don’t get involved, Ryan. It’s none of your business. You know better than to get involved in other people’s business. Remember the time you tried to get involved in Jesse Malcolm’s scuffle with Sarah Hanes in the third grade? You wound up going home with a permanent marker mustache that resembled Hitler’s.
    With the good conscience also comes the bad, which I called Steve Buscemi. Let’s face it, Steve Buscemi scared the ever-loving shit out of me.
    Steve Buscemi: But Ryan, you can be the fucking hero if he needs to be rescued. You’re a tall, strapping man. Maybe you can create peace with all these fine men and have a massive fucking orgy. Don’t you want to be the knight in shining armor? Come on, you know you’re too nosy and you have to know the gossip before anyone. Go, Ryan… be brave.
    Fucking Steve Buscemi.
    Against my better judgment, I got up from my seat on the bleachers to find out what the scuffle was about since no one else seemed to be paying attention to it. I excused myself down the aisle and headed in the direction of the conflict.
    “This isn’t the place for fucking nerds, asshole,” one of the larger guys said. It was Ted Alcott, Darlings’ quarterback. Peter had mentioned him before, and I’d seen him around at parties. Nothing I