All that Drama

"I had all the motivation in the world. I was not acting so much as giving a speech." I nodded and kissed him. "We should get ready for the next skit." I helped him out of my uniform and hung it up even while he was fixing my tie. The rest of the day went as smoothly.

It was when we were on stage for a final bow of the entire class that I saw something that made my bowels turn to ice. Steven was standing at the top of the amphitheater seats and glaring daggers at me. I waved at him and turned my back as the Dean came over. "Wonderful, all of you, and such a diverse set of writing. I'm sure each of you worked hard, but all I hear about is the first skit." I smiled as Hector nudged me forward.

"Justice wrote it," said my boyfriend and I wanted to hug him and kick him all at the same time.

I stepped forward. "Young man that was an exceptional bit of writing."

"I had an exceptional cast to play it. No writer is good without them." I really did not want credit for this, I had only written what I wanted to tell everyone about how badly some people were still being treated.

"Well, unbeknownst to all of you a member of the Fine Arts department at Berkley was here." I know I was looking equal parts scared and thrilled. If some high mucky muck from a college like Berkley saw it... "He wants to meet with you, Justice, to talk about not only turning your skit into a full stage production, but he wants to talk about enrolling you at Berkley." I remember the world spinning. I recall hitting something soft as I fainted.

I do not remember my eyes rolling dramatically back into my head or that I had turn so white I looked dead. To hear those drama queens tell it I did a nose dive off the stage. I remember coming to in Sarah's lap. "Am I dreaming?"

"No, I'm that soft." I chuckled and looked up at everyone who was crowded around me.

"Did I faint?" They nodded. "God how embarrassing." Hector pulled me to my feet and steadied me. "Nice save, Sarah."

"Hey, it's about the only time I can say I had you in my arms." I laughed and kissed her cheek. "Stop before I steal you from the one you love."

I took a deep breath. "Berkley, huh? Is this scout still here?"

"He went back to Berkley right after the last performance, but gave me his card to pass on. Think it over, Justice. It's a great opportunity." The dean left and I went and collapsed into the nearest seat.

Hector sat next to me with a big grin on his face. "Can you believe it? The first piece you do and someone wants to buy it." I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. I had never seen Steven look so angry, so filled with hate. It was scary to think I had been friends with him and had never seen how truly twisted he was. Someone must have seen the skit and told him. "Justice?"

"Huh, oh sorry, my head is spinning."

"I'll bet. Will you sell the piece?"

"I honestly don't know. I wrote it for class not a large audience. And I could never want for a better cast and if they put someone in the roles that can't deliver it as well then the whole thing would be wasted on the public." He nodded, knowing how hard a decision this would be. It was my work, my message, and I did not want it to fail. I wanted every performance of it to do exactly what it did that morning.

"Will you take the scholarship?" I looked at him. "Never mind, it's too soon to think about it. I'll walk you back to your room and then you can call and leave a message on the voice mail." I nodded and he helped me home. I do not really remember what I did that night, only that I was sure Steven would be there Wednesday for the next performance. He would not be happy.

Tuesday morning I was woken by an insistent pounding on my door. I threw back the covers and stumbled over there. When I opened the door I was rushed and my first reaction was to grab the person. Whoever it was landed flat on their back with the wind knocked out of them. "Justice, it's me!" I blinked to see Seth trying to get up.

"How many times do I tell you not to barge in like that?" I pulled him to his feet and shut the door. "One of these times I may do more than throw you." It was the fifth time he had done it and each time I had either thrown him across the room or laid him out with one punch. I always felt like shit afterwards too. Seth was not tall or brawny. A hard body, yes, from the years of helping his parents as a migratory worker.

"I know, I'm just so excited." He shoved a newspaper at me and there on the front page was me and the cast. "They ran a story on your skit." He was grinning from ear to ear and I snagged the paper to read it while he sat down.

I read it and had to laugh. "They loved it! Seth the only people who have said it was crap are the people I wanted to hear it. Wow...PFLAG has added me to their top author list for the year."

"Who're they?" he asked.

"It stands for Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. Like a support group for helping people to cope with being gay or having gay friends or family. This is exactly what I wanted. To shove the message up their prejudiced asses." I grinned and pulled him into a rough hug. "This is great. Dude, you are so forgiven for waking me up."

"I thought I would be." The smile fell off his face. "Steven knows about the play." I nodded, instantly sober. "He is pretty pissed. Kyle told him and we all caught the ...uh... kiss." He was looking at me strangely.

"Good. Do you think less of me for it?"

"Naw, you're still a cool dude, Justice. It was an act, right?"

I knew whatever I said now would either get back to Hector or to Steven. Should I lie? It would be easy but I would lose the best part of my life. "No, it was not. I've been dating Hector for about a week now."

His eyes got as big as saucers. There was nothing he had ever seen to prepare him for this and it showed so bluntly on his face. "Really? I should'a guessed. You never did kiss anyone before. So, you're dating the sis...I mean Hector." I smiled an ignored the slip. Seth was a follower and never had much in the way of original thoughts. "He must mean a lot to you."

"Yeah, he does. You should try to get to know him."

"I can't. Steven would kill me." I nodded. As much as Seth was my friend he was totally dependent on Steven for social protection, dates, and anything approaching popularity. I understood and wished I could help Seth, but I was about to be kicked out of the popular Crowd.

"Yeah. Well, if you ever change you mind we have brunch at Denny's every Saturday. You're welcome to join us. I think I saw Sarah making eyes at you."

"The pretty girl with the nice smile?" I knew he liked big girls so there would be no problem there. "She would not be interested in me. I'm no catch."

"You would be surprised. She's really nice and forgiving of people who try to make amends."

"So I should apologize to her for calling her a beached beluga?" I wanted to laugh because that was the only thing he had come up with on his own. Simply knowing what a beluga was is a feat for Seth.

"Yes. You may want to tell her that away from Steven." He nodded and grinned. I knew I would have to call Sarah and tell her to expect it and keep an open mind. She may even play along with it to save the poor soul from the clutches of that twisted psycho.

"Yeah. I'll...I'll do that." He left with a kind of half smile and I pulled out my cell and called her to tell her what I had done.

"You mean the cute little Mexican boy with the puppy dog eyes?"

"That pretty much sums him up. So you won't tar and feather me?"

"No, silly. If I can get him away from Steven I'll do my best. It's not like he's repulsive and I do recall you singled him out at the restaurant."

"Thanks, Sarah." I hung up to see Hector standing in my door looking happy and scared all in one. "Hey, you look...odd."

"Did you tell Seth? Because he said, and I quote, 'I hope you guys last,' end quote."

"Yeah. I mean I would not lie about it and he seemed to want to know." I got attacked then and landed on the bed with him atop me and our lips pressed together. I took it as a good sign that he was not mad at me. When speaking was possible I smiled at him. "Good morning to you too." It was almost seven in the morning after all and I had no classes. I had hoped to sleep in until noon, but alas...

"He brought you the paper, didn't he? The bum! I wanted to tell you." I laughed and got up off the bed with him still in my arms. My neighbor peeked in and snickered.

"Quiet, Kai!" I said and slammed the door. Kai was on the football team and he was my center. How he would take to having a gay quarterback behind him would be interesting to see. "It's great though. I can't believe how many people hate it!"

"I know! Anyone with prejudice against gays are yelling themselves hoarse and just showing how ignorant they really are. Anyone with a modicum of sense likes it." He kissed me again and this time I picked him up and laid him on the bed rather than fall onto it. "How will we celebrate? Dinner at Olive Garden with the cast?" My boyfriend was a pasta fanatic. If it involved noodles of any kind he'd eat it.

"Sure, tonight. I have a few other things in mind for now." I whispered this last part in his ear as I slid my hand up his shirt and across his abs. Feeling him tremble beneath my finger tips was very nice. "I think I told you you were in trouble."

He turned to look at me with a very seductive smile. "Then punish me." I gave him an evil grin and got up to bar the door. I pulled him to his feet and pulled his shirt off. I ran my fingers across his stomach as I moved around behind him. When my arms encircled his waist he leaned back with a sigh. That sigh turned to a whimper as I trailed kisses from his earlobe to his shoulder and then back along his neck. My hands were unbuckling his belt and getting his shorts off. Like last time he wore no underwear and I was clad only in my sleeping shorts. Those fell when I loosened the draw string and my front was pressed to his back. "That is so unfair." I was grinding my pelvis against his ample backside, kissing his neck, and stroking his hard on. He could not decide which part of what I was doing he liked best and he was almost in sensory overload.

"I know." He quivered again and I spun him around and laid him on the bed again. I reached into my desk for something I bought for this occasion. I came back with two bottles of oil. "So, vanilla or strawberry?" I asked holding them up.

"Why?" he asked in a whisper.

"Because you are giving me a massage." He looked confused until I squirted some of the vanilla on my hand and gave his dick a few strokes. "Inside and out." He let out a sighing laugh and grabbed the vanilla while I put down a towel on the bed.

"Are you sure?" I looked at him with a smile and nodded. "Why the outside massage?"

"I know I need to relax or it will hurt."

"Experience from the other end, huh?" I nodded and lay face down on the bed with my pillows under my chest so I could hang my head down. He paused for a moment and then I felt him straddle my hips, his long dick nestled in my crack. "You have no idea how sexy this is." I flexed my cheeks and he gasped. He had never really felt on my ass thoroughly to know I really worked them out.

When his hands touched my shoulders and began to knead my flesh I groaned. "That...wow."

"My cousin is an expert at this and she taught me a few tricks." I sighed as he dug into my shoulders with enough pressure to get out the deep tension I always seemed to have. I could feel him softening as he concentrated on my upper body's relaxation. He was really trying to get me to relax and I could feel all the nervousness drain out.

"It shows." He moved down to the upper back and found small knots I did not know were there. They were gone under his expert hands. One hand stayed to massage between my shoulder blades while the other slipped down. I know I went a bit wide eyed when his fingers dug into my glutes, but I did not tense up, which was a good sign. I was not paying too much attention to his lower hand. I was lost I the relaxation when I felt his finger slide across my hole. I could not believe how good it felt. I had never let anyone except a doctor anywhere near that area, and a doctor only for the physicals required for football. The thought before now was that it was an exit only, but boy was I wrong. I raised my hips to spread my cheek apart and I could feel his dick getting hard again. He moved down so both hands could get at my glutes and while his fingers worked their magic on the muscles his thumbs cast their spell on my hole. It was like warm electricity that surged up my insides to the prostate, and I was so hard I could not remember it ever hurting with the need to orgasm. Then his finger entered. My breathing stopped as I was pushed over into an orgasm. He had barely touched my prostate and I was through.

"Are you..." I nodded, unable to speak. His finger massaged the gland and I started breathing again, only in shuddering gasps. "Do you still..."

"God yes." I wanted it. If his dick was even half as pleasurable I would want it there all day long if we could. He spread my cheeks as wide as he could and I reached back to hold them open. I heard him squirt some more lotion on his hands and then I felt that round head pressed against my hole, the place I wanted him to claim. He pushed forward a little and eased off. I knew exactly what he was doing and knew he was far better than I was on patience. When I was relaxed enough he slid in. Only a few inches, but I felt filled. Letting me get used to his girth he massaged my lower back but I could tell his mind was no longer as focused on my muscles.

He rocked forward a bit and I rose to meet him. He moaned softly as he had more than half inside. Pulling out felt very strange, but when he pushed back in he aimed for that spot and when he touched it I bucked and he fell atop me, all eleven inches buried inside of me. "Don't move, Justice." I could tell by his breathing he was about to cum, so I just let him wait. I cannot begin to describe the feeling of having him inside of me, but I knew this was meant to be. He fit perfectly. There was no pain, no discomfort, only blissful pleasure. He pulled out a bit and slid gently back in, each time brushing my gland and getting my dick hard again.

I wanted to feel him cum in me. I pushed up into doggy style and looked back over my shoulder. His face was so full of need, but he was trying to be gentle. As he pushed in I slammed my ass back against him and his eyes rolled up. He looked at me as I met his every thrust with one of my own. "I want to feel it." He nodded and picked up the speed. It was still not fast enough for what I knew he wanted and I let him know by bucking back harder and harder. "This is about you, babe." He looked at me with such love in his eyes. I had what I wanted, what I needed, to feel. Now it was his turn.

I could never match the long strokes he could do. His hips moved better than any belly dancer and he was giving me what he wanted, what I knew to be his fantasy. He had wanted to be with me for a while, probably even when he could not stand me, and now he was living a fantasy. In and out, with those long strokes. He was lost in the sensation and I was getting just as much pleasure seeing his need being filled as I was with the pounding I was getting. I saw his face scrunch up as he came in me. I could feel every splash of his cum coat my walls and I had to bury my face in my pillow to stifle the moan that escaped my lips. It was a piece of heaven, a simultaneous orgasm that left us breathless. We collapsed onto the bed with him still inside of me. "Consider me punished." I chuckled as he rolled off me, out of me, and onto his back. "That was..."

"I know. Whoever said exit only never had you in there." He grinned and kissed me.

"Did you cum again?" I nodded. I was one of those rare guys who could go for hours even with multiple orgasms. "What a waste." I laughed and rolled onto my side, my dick still hard. "Well, it looks ready for round three. Mine got knocked out in the first round."

"I hope I can revive it." He nodded. "That was amazing. I meant it when I said I love you. I've never uttered those words in my life." He smiled with his eyes half lidded. He was drained and I was too, but I was not surprised when he held up the lotion bottles. "Strawberry." He squirted a copious amount onto his hands and straddled me. One hand coated every inch of my shaft while the other lubed himself up. "Are you sure? I know it is thicker than most."

"Do you want it?" I nodded. "Then I do too. Hell, since I saw you naked I wanted it." He leaned over while he positioned it and whispered, "I like them thick." Then he eased back and I slid in. I was no stranger to anal sex and I usually caused some pain to my partner, but he sat all the way back and took all of it without batting an eyelash. His mouth opened in an O as he sat there. There might not be pain, but I was nothing to simple go at. He looked down at me with such an intense look in his blue eyes that I knew I had better hold on. How he knew this was my favorite position for anal I don't know. He rocked back and forth and the moist heat of his depths made me shudder. He was tight. How he could take me like that and still be as tight as any virgin I had been with was a mystery, but he showed me that he was just as good at riding as he was with his mouth. He found the perfect rhythm to build my orgasm without rushing it, but I still only lasted a few minutes. Watching his eyes as he looked at me was intoxicating but it was his abs flexing that pushed me into my third orgasm in less than an hour. As I was blasting off inside of him I felt something splash onto my chest.

He was cumming on my chest! God when it hit he got so tight it hurt, but I knew I would never do this with any other person. He sat there for a moment as I finally softened in him and looked down at me. "Never in my life have I cum when a guy fucked me." I had no reason to doubt him considering his eyes said he was so satisfied he could die then and be happy for all eternity.

A knock came at my door. We both got that deer in a headlight look and he dove for his shorts while I pulled on my pants from last night. He tossed me the towel to wipe off the evidence even though the scent of vanilla, strawberry, and sex hung in the air. I unbarred the door and opened it to see Kai. "Done?" he asked and I nodded. "First off, holy shit balls! When did this happen? Hey Hector." He waved from the bed.

"Friday night."

"Sweet, just no grabbing my ass when I hike you the ball." I laughed and nodded. "Secondly I have to remind everyone that they need to clear out their stuff by Saturday at noon." He gave me an evil grin. "But since you've been packing shit all morning that should not be a problem." He ran before I could retaliate.

I shut the door and laughed. "What an ass! Cool that he's not freaked out about it though."

"Shouldn't be." I raised a brow in question and Hector gave me a flat look.

"No! Kai?!" Hector nodded. I could not see it. The man was taller than me and outweighed me by forty pounds of solid muscle. Hell he mad more chest hair than I had hair on my legs. He just seemed so...manly. "Spill it!"

"His girlfriend is my cousin and she said he had always been curious about guys. She asked me to help, knowing that I would try my best to make it good for him."

"Obviously you worked your magic on him and he liked it enough to not kill every gay guy in sight."

"True. He said it was great but not for him and we just stayed friends. Not jealous?"

"No, that's just stupid. So you slept with Kai. Kinda hot, but so what? Hell, you've been kissing Patrick for the past month and a half and it has not bothered me." He smiled at me and gave me that look. "I'm not the jealous type. I've seen it tear apart people's lives and I don't want to lose you over something so stupid."