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Here I am again lying on my bed watching the ceiling in my room. Ever since me and Logan have started dating I haven't been able to sleep. I feel this fear of it. Like I would fall asleep and it would actually be me waking up. Like all of this was a dream. It would be the first week of school again. I would walk into the lunch room again and Logan wouldn't be sitting at my lunch table. He would be off at the 15 table. I would find out the next morning he would pick someone like Ricky as his choice. He would get around to eventually dethroning Jake and move into his spot as number one, steal Amanda get drafted into the NHL and forgo his NCAA eligibility and win the Calder Trophy as top rookie.
I have to remember this is not a dream. This is real. This is actually happening. Logan and I are dating. He freakin' gave me a blow job in the showers yesterday!
I feel so dirty just thinking about that.
Me. Dylan Johnson. I got a blow job from a guy in the locker room. We were only like 10 feet from the twenty or so middle school kids and their coaches and whatever staff the arena had working. The old me...
It feel weird saying "the old me". It's been like a 2 months since I met Logan. And already I refer to the self that I was at the beginning of the year as the old me.
The only person that knows I've changed this much is Logan. Everyone sees me smiling more and being more outgoing, but they don't know the truth.
I looked over at the clock. 2 am.
`Shit' I thought. This night was going to drag on. I don't think even a jackoff session would work. After what happened in the shower yesterday, it probably won't work for a while.
Ugh I really need sleep.
I tried to sleep for another hour or so before giving up. I grabbed my hockey stick and walked down to our basement. A couple of years ago my parents bought me a net for Christmas. It hasn't gotten as much use as it should have. Which now that I think about it makes me feel bad. It was a higher end net. Not cheap. And I never used it like I should.
Well that's changing. With everything that has happened I'm actually rediscovering my love for the sport.
I took one of the street hockey pucks I had sitting there and started to shoot at the corners; trying to make it launch across the net. After what was probably an hour, I launched a shot. It hit the connection and shot across hitting the other connection.
I did it!
"Couldn't sleep son?" I heard my father say.
I turned my neck and nodded. "I don't know why. It's been this way for a little bit. My mind is just really restless." I said.
I turned to face my father. I am being constantly told I am a spitting image of him when he was my age. He had longer hair though.
My hair is growing out now. It honestly feels more comfortable.
The one big similarity I do notice between me and my father is our blue eyes. Mine are this icy blue color with sparkles of deep ocean blue in them. His have dimmed a little with age, but they still look the same. It's obvious where I get them from.
"Do you need to talk about something?" My father said. He raised his eye brow and rubbed my neck-- right where the hickey from Logan was.
I regret not wearing a shirt right now. Why didn't I follow mother's rules about clothing in public areas?
Well maybe because this is kind of my place. I'm the only one that uses the basement in the rare chance that I am down here. Seeing as it is only the net down here plus a few of my old sticks.
I started to rub my neck trying to force the hickey away. I knew it wouldn't work, but I can't tell my father what really happened. Judging by how he changes the channel if he sees a gay character on TV, he'd disown me; but my mother is worse.
Well they will disown me eventually, so why not get it over with?
Well mainly because I will have nowhere to go.
"I don't know what you are talking about dad" I said.
I knew he wouldn't believe it, but I really didn't want to talk about it. Best to deny its existence until it goes away. Then they will have no proof that I had one and can't bring it up anymore!
"Does my son have the eye of a young lady?" My father said with a teasing smile.
`No; I could the eye of an older man though.' I thought.
"I honestly don't know what you're talking about, dad. I think you're going crazy," I said, "Do I need to send you to an insane asylum?"
"Fine, don't share your secrets with your father. I'll just find out from Colin later. That boy sure knows how to spill secrets."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "What are you doing up? Isn't it past your bed time?" I asked.
"I heard the sound of the stick hitting the ground there and wanted to see what was going on."
"Oh I'm sorry. Didn't realize I was being loud. I'll close up for the night."
"If you don't mind me asking, isn't the puck supposed to go in the net and not off the crossbar or posts?"
"Logan is trying to increase my accuracy by giving me a challenge; four targets, two pucks. To do so I need to hit the targets on the connection joints. I've been just trying to get it to shoot across. You need to hit the post just right to do so."
"Sounds really difficult. Close to impossible."
"I said the same thing until I saw Logan do it."
"That boy must be really good at hockey if he can do something like that."
"He's the best in the high school circuit right now. There's a chance that he might be drafted out of high school or after one year of college."
"Sounds like he has his life planned."
"I guess he does," I said. "You should go back to bed dad; I'll clean up down here and try to go back to bed."
"Ok Dylan, good night." He said and walked back upstairs.
As I was cleaning up the few pucks I had and placing everything back, I started to think about what my dad said about Logan. He does have his life planned out. He knows where he will end up in a few years. He has too much skill and potential to not get drafted. Do I really want to be involved with someone who has life so figured out? Especially when I have no clue what I want out of life? Hockey is not something that I can play professionally. I will eventually have to move on with my life and play in a beer league or something. What do I want in life?
And not only that, Logan is my first experience in a relationship. Do I really want to stay with my first boyfriend?
The answer to that is yes. I know it's early in my life. I mean I'm turning 16 in February! I haven't even experience a quarter of my expected life span!
But thinking about Logan, he still makes me smile, still makes me laugh, and still makes my heart skip a beat when I see him. I think I got lucky in my first boyfriend.
Plus I could make a kick-ass hockey husband. Being all charitable and crap; hanging out with the Hockey wives. I could do it.
I walked back up to my bedroom and stepped out of my pajama pants leaving me standing in just my Black American Eagle Boxer-Briefs. I have started too really like Boxer-briefs. They have basically replaced all the Boxers I use to wear. Seems Colin was right in telling me they were better.
Speaking of Colin, I feel like there is another reason he is jealous of Cody and Logan. Something that he won't tell me. It also seems like he is trying to cover it up by saying Shayne and Bryan are also jealous. But we both know that Bryan and Shayne are closer with each other than with the two of us. Their relationship with each other is like my relationship with Colin.
Well, was like my relationship with Colin. I don't think we can survive much longer if he keeps getting jealous.
Sad as it is, maybe he is just a chapter friend and not a forever friend...
I shouldn't be left alone to my thoughts sometimes. They make me think things like that. Colin will stay forever.
I looked at myself in the mirror like I always do when I'm standing in my underwear in my room. I'm starting to fill out more. My stomach is becoming tighter, my legs are more defined. My ass is starting to get bigger also. 'You have to love hockey ass,' I thought looking at the way it filled out my boxer-briefs.
I put my hand down my boxer-briefs and cupped myself. I let out a light breath that I had apparently been holding. I walked over to my bed and fell back on it. I pulled my cock and balls out of my underwear and started to rub myself. My free hand started to travel over my body until it made its way down to cup my balls. I started to knead them as I was jerking off.
God it felt so good. Not as good as Logan's mouth or even his hand for that matter. But it was familiar. I moved my hand from my ball sack and pulled my underwear down.
I started to pump faster as I felt myself coming close. My free hand started to trace my abs and pecks as I worked myself faster. After a few more minutes I started to shoot. It hit my stomach and some of it even covered my face.
I laid there breathing heavily. I grabbed the underwear I discarded a little bit ago and cleaned myself up with them and threw them in the hamper. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of green AE boxer-briefs and put them on. I lay back down on my bed and tried to sleep and was finally able too.
I walked into school and took the same route I usually do. Head to my locker then go to homeroom. Same route every day; it just makes things easy.
On the way to homeroom I passed Ricky and his best friend Sean Dooley.
Sean is a nicer version of Ricky basically. Cocky and full of himself, but is more of a silent planner like Logan is. Hopefully Sean will tame Ricky; Sean is being mentored by the number 4.
Sean has these dark brown eyes along with short Auburn red hair. He is slim and doesn't play any sports. Not really the type of person you would expect Ricky to be friends with.
"Hey priiiiiincesssssss," I heard Ricky call.
Doesn't this kid know when to stop? Seriously, if anything big happens, we all lose our spot on our teams. I just went about ignoring him as I stood at my locker. I heard Sean talking to him tell him to lay off, reminding him about what the Principal said.
I grabbed my stuff for my first few classes and walked on to my homeroom. I sat down in my seat but didn't see Colin at all; which surprised me. He is never late to anything. Nor does he just miss school. His perfect attendance is something he prides himself on. He walked in a few seconds before class started and sat in his seat next to me.
I wouldn't get a chance to set things right between us during this class. But on the walked to our next class I will.
After class ended I was going to pack up my stuff I turned to Colin's seat, but he was gone.
He ran out without me...
Did he ditch me? No, that's not like Colin at all. I walked out of the room and toward the next class we have together. He couldn't hide from me forever.
I got to the class but he wasn't in his seat. He was planning on coming in right before class starts just so he doesn't have to talk to me...
What the hell did I do to him to force him to do this?
Just like I thought he would, he walked in as the bell rang. I can't believe this.
We locked eyes as he walked to his seat. We know each other well enough that he knew what the look in my eyes meant.
But I also know the look in his eyes. I could tell doing what he's doing hurt him.
If it hurts, then why do it?
Could this have to do with the missed call I got from him yesterday?
Well it was more of a few missed calls. I guess it was important enough for him to be pissed at me for not calling him back.
But I was out with Logan at the time! Actually I was getting a blowjob from Logan at the time, but Colin didn't have to know that.
The call couldn't have been that important... could it?
"Dylan... Mr. Johnson" I heard out teacher say. Which snapped me out of my daze.
"I'm sorry what was the question?" I said, looking up at the board.
"It wouldn't matter what the question was. You haven't been paying attention the past 30 minutes." The teacher said.
A few snickers happened throughout the class, and I caught Colin shaking his head at me out of the corner of my eye. I looked over as he rolled his eyes at me and looked away.
I can't say him doing that didn't hurt.
"I'm sorry for not paying attention Mr. Robinson," I said.
"I think we need to have a discussion after class Mr. Johnson," He said.
I let out a sigh and nodded. "Yes sir,"
Great now I can't even force Colin to tell me after class here. I'll just talk to him at lunch.
After class ended I stayed behind and walked up to Mr. Robinson's desk.
"You wanted to talk to me?" I said.
"Yes, I've noticed you've become distracted the past few days in class. You are usually one of my most attentive students. Is something going on at home?" He said.
"Oh, no. everything is going great at home. I've just been having trouble sleeping the past few days. Got a lot on my mind,"
"If there is anything wrong you know you can talk to me," He said. "I'll do my best to help."
`Fat chance of that happening,' I thought.
"Yeah, I know Mr. Robinson," I said to him.
I left the room knowing there was no way to catch up to Colin now; I would need to wait for lunch. Hopefully he's not skipping lunch. Which by the way he's been ditching me, it's a possibility.
I walked into the lunch room early as always, but Shayne was already sitting at the table.
"Hey Shayne, you wouldn't happen to know why Colin is pissed at me would you?"
"Might have something to do you ignoring his phone calls yesterday; He called me after he couldn't get a hold of you."
"Was there something wrong?"
"Not my place to say, you have to ask him. You might be able to catch him before he runs out of the café." Shayne said. He flicked his head.
I followed the motion to Colin who was stopped dead in his tracks. He rolled his eyes at me again and walked out of the cafeteria.
"Colin!" I yelled, but he had already left.
I went to follow him but my arm was grabbed by Shayne.
"Let him cool off Dylan, you forcing him to talk now would only make it worse."
"Make what worse? I don't even know what I did!" I yelled. "How the fuck do I apologize and talk to him when I don't know what went wrong!"
I watched Shayne shut down as I yelled. I just lost whatever help I was going to receive from him at the outburst.
I took a breath. Screaming doesn't get you what you want. It only makes things worse.
"Look Shayne, I'm..."
"Save it Dylan. You've changed, you're letting this popularity shit go to your head. You are forgetting long standing traditions you had with your old friends." Shayne said, "Honestly Bryan thought this was going to happen. Colin and I both disagreed; seems like he was right."
With that Shayne stood up and walked out of the room.
I looked over at the table I had been sitting at since Logan took me under his wing. My seat next to Cody was waiting for me. The seat that is now mine forever.
Seems like my new friends are my only friends now.
Guess Bryan knows me better than I thought.
After school I walked to Logan's car. During lunch he told me he had a surprise for me. Apparently it's supposed to fix the mood I'm in. I don't think that could happen. I basically lost my 3 best friends today.
"Hey," I said as I walked up.
Logan was wearing this green shirt, which made his eyes look amazing. They are this brown-green color that I just can't describe. I don't need a gift to cheer up. Looking at his eyes, do that for me.
"Hey," He said; a smile on his face.
"So you have a surprise for me?"
"What are you doing Saturday night?" I said.
"Nothing right now; probably sleeping as much as possible. Wish I could go to... wait you didn't..."
He flicked two tickets out of his pocket. Two tickets to one of my favorite band.
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I can't believe I was finally going to get to see them live, and I'll be going with Logan! This definitely brightened my day!
"How the hell did you get them?" I said, "They sold out months ago."
"I pulled some strings and got us in."
I jumped up and hugged him but had to resist kissing him. There may not be many people here, and I might already be pushing it with the hug. But holy shit, these tickets should be impossible to get!
"I can't believe you knew I liked this band."
"You mentioned it at one point. I heard they were coming to town so I looked into it and pulled some strings as I said. Now you have plans for Saturday night." He said.
"You are awesome Logan." I said. I couldn't fight back the smile on my face.
Today got better. Hopefully tomorrow will be better also.
I tried calling Colin after I got home, but he actually rejected the call. It rung twice then went to voicemail. That only happens when a call it rejected.
Can you freaking believe that! He wants to be a child because I missed a `tradition' we had. We don't even have any traditions! It's October! What tradition... shit.
We do have an October tradition.
God fucking damn it.
I can't believe missed it.
Since he wasn't answering my calls I shot him a text.
<Colin, I just realized what yesterday was. I'm sorry for missing everything yesterday. I can't believe I forgot about it. You don't have to forgive me. I've been a horrible friend and I deserved to be treated like one... I hope you don't hate me. I do treasure our friendship. I just... I'm just getting caught up in everything and I need my best friend to keep me grounded.>
He never texted me back.
He must really hate me.
I guess I'm not sleeping again tonight...
Well there is the next chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for all the grammar mistakes. I am very bad at grammar and I always will be! :D
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