Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 17:06:05 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man 

     This is my third story I ever posted.  It contains little sex in it, and
probably won't have any hot scenes until the second or third part.  Sorry to
disappoint you if that's what you want.  But, I felt it was better to
establish the relationship than just jump into bed.  This is also fiction,
none of it is true (although I may wish it was).  If you don't like reading
about sex between two college males, go elsewhere.  And if you're under 18,
I'm supposed to tell you to go elsewhere also.


     TV Production II class. That's where I first got to talk to him.  I had
seen him before many times (we had another class together two years ago, but
never talked).  He was every bit of good looking as he was then.  5' 11",
about 160lbs, the cutest damn face, brown short hair, and blue eyes that
pierced.  I was thoroughly taken away the first time I saw him.  Even the
name-Dan-turned me on when I heard it.
     Well, getting back to TV class, I walked in, and saw various friends of
mine, and then he walked in.  He knew people as well, but didn't talk to me.
Oh, well, so much for him, I thought.  After a few weeks however, we started
working in the studio and going through ENG training together.  It turns out
we were assigned to the same crew, and would be working together on the first
ENG shoot of the semester.  I on camera and he as Technician.
     Let me tell you about me, while I'm at it.  I'm 23, 5'4", short blond
hair, blue eyed and my body is toned, but not built.  About a 29" waist, and
115lbs.  A cute body if I did say so myself. :) Anyway, we packed up the gear
and started off to the NFL Films, where our shooting was going to take place.
We had various conversation with the other two people in the car, talking
about what year we were (he was a senior, like me), he was 22 (nice age), and
was graduating in December of that year (like me).  We shot for about four
hours, and he and I seemed to work well together.  He had complete confidence
in me on camera for some reason, which I thought I was going to mess it up.
But, he always seemed to think I knew what I was doing, and I KNEW he knew
what he was doing.
     Gays are supposed to have this thing called "gaydar" right?  Well, from
day one, I don't think my gayadar has been too reliable, being that it only
seems to go off with guys I wish that were gay, and not necessarily guys who
actually were.  Let me tell you, I was certainly getting vibes from him that
day.
     "Hey Joe," he said.  "Did you put the camera away?"
     "Yeah, I did, I put the batteries away, too," I replied.
     "Good. II think we had one helluva shoot today," he said.  "You did a
great job on camera."
     I thought to myself, I wouldn't mind doing a great job on you, as I
looked him over.  Suddenly, I realized when I met his eyes again, he noticed
me looking him over.
I needed to escape now.
     "Well, if we're all done here cleaning up, "I stumbled over the words,
"then I guess our work is done."
     "Yeah, I guess it is.  But, I was thinking about picking up a bite to
eat in the cafeteria. Care to join me?" Dan asked.
     My heart jumped for joy.  He actually was asking me to do something with
him.  I mean it's not do you want to go out with me, but it's certainly a step
in the right direction.
     "Sure," I replied, hoping not to sound too anxious and eager.
     So, there we went, and we talked more about our lives, the fact that I
had changed my major three times was one of the many topics.  We just seemed
to hit it off very well.  I enjoyed making him laugh, and he certainly enjoyed
making me laugh, if not blush.  Through the entire time, I tried to notice who
he looked at in the cafeteria (being that the cafeteria is a great place to
check out people, chicks and guys).  And I was greeted with another sign,
since he didn't look at a knock-out chick who my roommates always oogle over.
But, then again, he might just not be as desperate and horny as my other
roommates are.
     I was throughly happy with my newly made friendship with Dan.  We hung
out in TV class together, worked together on various shoots, usually bitching
about the producer or director.  I was also throughly frustrated about Dan
too, being I didn't know even if I had a chance with him at all.  He gave me
mixed signals.  Like the way he listened to me when I talked, the way that he
made me laugh, the way that I made him laugh, the little things he would say
that would either through me off guard or make me believe he was straight.
     So, after a few weeks of these guessing games, needless to say, I was
sick of guessing games.  We had just finished a very intense shoot, and we
both agreed that we needed to go out to bar, and get drunk.  We discussed
about rides and shit.
     "Well, we don't need to drive, Dan.  There's a bar right down the
street.  Why don' you park your car in my apartment complex's parking lot.  We
can walk to the bar, and then if you're too drunk to drive home tonight, you
can stay at my place".
     As much as that sounded like a friendly thing to do, there were evil
motives behind that as well.  Sure, I was concerned about his safety, however,
I was also concerned about my own sexual well-being.
     "Yeah that sounds good, you have a couch I can crash on, right?" he
asked, smiling with that killer smile.
     "Sure, you're always welcome to it, man," I said, grabbing my apartment
key and walking out the door with him.
     We got to the bar, and started drinking and bitching about the shoot.  I
am a light weight so, it didn't take me long to start feeling that buzz
feeling.  And he knew it too, for some reason.
     "Dude, are you on your way out to outer space?" he asked with a smile.
     "Oh yeah, man, I am" I answered with a shit-eating grin on my face.
     "Dude, you only had like one screwdriver."
     "Yeah, that would explain it," I said, setting my drink down back on the
bar as an indication to the bartender that I wanted another.  "I'm a
lightweight, man.  I can barely handle two.  But I'm stressed out tonight, and
I intend to get shitfaced!"
     Dan smiled at that and said, "More power to you" He raised his glass up
to me and I grabbed my newly refilled screwdriver and we clinked glasses
together.
     So now with at least one drink in me, I decided to get more inquisitive.
I knew what I was doing, I always know what I'm doing when I'm drunk.  People
say that's bullshit sometimes, but I believe I'm always in control.  If I
wasn't, I would've been out three years ago!
     "So, Dan, you with anyone?"
     "Nah, dude.  I'm single.  How about you?"
     "Same.  I like being single," I lied.  "A lot less baggage and a lot
less bitching too, if you know what I mean?"
     "I definitely hear you on that one," he said. By this time, if he hadn't
noticed I was checking him out all evening, he was blind.  There was simply no
other way to put it.  By this point, I was really feeling the alcohol.
     "I mean, sure, hell yeah, I get horny sometimes, and that's what one-
nighters are for," I said, pulling out a cigarette out of the pack in front of
me on the bar.
     He laughed along with me, and said, "Man, you're fucked up!"
     "Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
     "Keeps life exciting don't it?"  He said, lighting up a butt as well.
He really did look good tonight.  With his cap on, and his button down shirt,
it took all my power not to go over to him and just hug him.  I took a swig of
my screwdriver.
     "I really was impressed at your music you composed for the show," he
said, looking straight into my eyes.
     "Really? Thanks, man."  I had played the theme music for the show,
earlier that day during class for the whole class to hear.
     "How did you do it?"
     "Oh, I have two keyboards back in the apartment hooked up to a
Macintosh.  Maybe when we get back, if we're not too gone, I can show you some
stuff I did," I said.
     "Sure, dude. I'd love to hear it," he said, ordering another beer from
the bartender.
     So, we just talked more, never running out of things to say.  A good
sign.  What the hell was I thinking?  Pretty soon, 11PM rolled around, and I
was trashed off my ass, and it looked like Dan was pretty wasted as well.
     "Well, what do you say we bust on out of here?" He asked.
     I smiled at the thoughts that were going through my head.  "Sure, let's
roll!"
     We stumbled back to my apartment.  A couple of times, I wrapped my arm
around his shoulders, for support, even though I really didn't need it.  He
held on to me as well.  It was turning me on, and I didn't know what to do.  I
was wearing lose fitting dockers that night, and prayed that it wouldn't show.

     My roommate Roland was there in the living room, watching the Simpsons
(a ritual at my apartment for some reason.  "Hey," he said as we entered the
room.
     "Dan, this is my roommate Ro.  Ro, this Dan," I said.
     They shook hands.  Ro gave me the look of "is he another lay?".  My
roommate knew about me, and thus made it easier to live with him.  Too bad he
wasn't gay.  He was pretty cute himself when he cleaned up.  About 5'11",
145lbs, smooth body, broad shoulders, and toned.  Strawberry blonde curly
hair, and cute face.   I shot backa look at Ro that said, NO!
     "Do you mind if he crashes here tonight?" I asked Ro, sitting down next
to him on the couch.  Dan sat on the other couch.
     "No, no problem, man" he said.
     "Cool.  Hey Dan, you wanna see my keyboard setup?" I asked, remember he
wanted to see it and hear some of my music.  (I am always willing to show that
side of me off).
     "Sure, dude."  I got up, and he followed me into my bedroom where I kept
the Mac and the keyboards.
     "So, what kind of music do you like?" I asked, turning on the computer
and keyboards.
     "All kinds. Pop, Rock, Techno, R&B, almost everything except heavy metal
or Rap."
     "We'd get along just fine then," I said.
     "Fine in which way?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes again.  I
froze.  It tried to look away, but I couldn't get my eyes to move.
     "In-a-a-a mu-mu-sical sense," I stuttered, as I broke away and loaded up
a piece that I arranged.
     "Oh," he said, turning away from me, and looking down at the keyboard.
"What songs you got on there?"
     I was sweating by now, and visibly shaking.  "Uh, oh, uh, well, here's
one that you'll probably recognize.  But, I think you'll like what I did with
it."  I played him Real McCoy's Another Night, which I had copied note for
note.  But, what was neat was that I had added Always CocaCola song, a Hymn
(Father, I Adore You), Barbie Girl, and a separate brass part and combined it
all in the end.  He laughed every time he heard something new.
     "Yo, that is fuckin' awesome, man" he said.  "You're in the wrong major.
You should be going into music!"
     "Been there, tried that," I laughed.  "One of my four majors during my
college careers.  Music is my hobby, and that's all it is."
     "But you're good!  You should really get into that!"
     "Yeah, I intend to someday.  I want to write my own Broadway musical
sometime," I said, pulling up another Performer File.  "You wanna hear
something I composed?"
     "Sure, he said, moving up behind me, watching what was happening on the
computer screen.  I knew he was moving up behind me, I could smell his faint
scent of cologne.  Draakar, I knew that scent anywhere.  I wore the same
stuff. :) I nearly fainted.  But regained my composure.
     "Okay, this is one of my latest, and also one of my favorites," I said,
before I started it.  I looked up at him to see his reaction.  It was nothing
short of amazement.
     "Dude, promise me something," he said when it was finished.  "When I
make my first film, you'll compose the score for me."
     "Okay, it's a deal!" I said, happy he liked my music.
     Well, since I wasn't losing him at all, I pulled up another file.  This
one was inspired by my ex's parents not being able to deal with his
preference, and was, for me at least, a very emotionally-charged one.  I
didn't explain to him what it was about however.  Throughout the whole piece,
he was right behind me, standing, watching over me I guess .  I was too afraid
to look up.
     "Woah.  Man, that was incredible," He said.  I looked up at him.  He had
this amazed looked on his cute face.  "Where did that come from?"
     "Well, actually, it is one of the few songs that was actually inspired
by emotions I had.  Usually I compose just for the hell of it, but sometimes,
and these are the ones that I think are some of the best, I can put how I'm
feeling into music.  But then again, I composed my absolute favorite without
any feeling at all." I explained.
     "That's awesome, Joe.  Can I ask what inspired it?"
     Well, here it goes, now or never.  I said, looking at him, "Sure.  My
friend's parents had just found out that he was gay.  I knew it before they
did.  But, his parents, couldn't accept him for what he was, and it was very
hard on him.  So from the things he told me, I just imagined what it would be
like, and this song is telling the parents that he is exactly the same as
before.  Nothing has changed.  I even have words to it."
     "That's totally cool, man.  Now that you mention it, I think I can feel
that in the song."
     "Really?" I was totally supposed by his answer.  And was wondering if it
was really true that he could get that from the song.
     "Yeah, dude.  That's awesome," he said.  "Wish I could whip up something
like that."
     So, in effect, I had found out that he was at least not offended about
gays, and that was a good sign that I could at least tell him I was.  I like
to test people before I come out to them.  You know, give them a scenario and
see how they react to it.  And if they react poorly, then I don't tell them
usually.
     "Yeah, he's gone through a lot," I said, not even thinking about what I
was saying.  (I was still half-intoxicated).
     "Yeah, I can imagine," Dan said, leaning down on his left knee next to
me.  I looked over into his eyes.
     I swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "Can you?"
     "Yeah, I can," he said, not batting an eye, looking straight into my
eyes.  Damn, he was so damn cute.  We just looked at each other for what
seemed like an eternity.  I didn't know what to do.  Was he hitting on me?
     "And I'll bet you know what it's like, too," he said, even softer and
lower.
     I froze.  He knew.  He had to.  I just sat there with a shocked look on
my face.  I couldn't move, I couldn't talk.
     "Don't you?" he asked, as he slowly lifted his hand up and placed it on
my leg.
     "Uhh....." was all I could muster up.
     "Don't you?" he asked, practically whispering.
     His face broke into a grin.  A grin I couldn't resist.  "Com' on, man, I
can see it in your eyes every time you look at me."
     I didn't know what to say. He gradually raised himself up to the same
level as me, and slowly leaned towards me.  I sighed, heavily.  And leaned in
to meet him halfway.  Our lips touched, his lips were so soft, and so
kissable.  I closed my eyes as we kissed.  And then I backed away.
     "Dan..." I started.
     "Yeah?"
     "What are you doing?" I asked, grinning.
     "Just living out a fantasy I had for a long time now."
     "What?"  I asked.
     "Dude, I've always liked you, ever since I saw you about two years ago
in class," he said.
     "So, you did notice me back then!"  I said, happy.
     "Yep.  I noticed you every time we had class.  I remember you were
playing the piano on the desk whenever that class was boring.  I was wondering
what you were playing.  But, anyway I take it you noticed me too," he said,
leaning in for another kiss.
     This one was more passionate. I could feel his mouth open up, and his
tongue trying O.T. pry my lips open.  I opened up willingly, and our tongues
were moving all over each other's mouths.  It was the most passionate kiss I
ever gave and received.
     Just then, my roommate busted into our room.  Dan backed away
immediately, as did I.  My roommate had the face of shock.  He had seen me
kissing another guy before, but I don't think he was ready for this.  Neither
was I.
     "Oops, man, sorry.  I just needed to get my book," he said.
     Dan got up on his feet immediately, and looked away.  I couldn't blame
him.  Since I had never heard anything about Dan being part of "the family"
before, I assumed he must've been still in the closet, as I was (well, at
least partly).
     Ro looked at me, and I looked at him back. "So, dude, I guess I should
stay out of here for awhile."
     "Well, I don't think that'll be necessary," I said, looking back at the
computer and closing down the program.  "I think you ruined the mood very
well."
     Dan was still standing, staring off into space out the bedroom window.
I could tell he was dealing with his thoughts in his mind.
     "Well I'll leave anyway," Roland said as he shut the bedroom door behind
him.  I knew that I would be fearing the next words out of Dan's mouth.
     "So, I take it your roommate knows," he said, after a long moment of
silence, still looking out the window.  He looked so damn cute, even now in
pain.
     "Yeah, he knows.  He's known for about two years now," I replied,
looking up at him from my desk.  "I told him when I was going out with my
first boyfriend.  I didn't' want him doing exactly what he just did and
getting the surprise of his life, if you know what I mean?"
     Dan sighed heavily.  "Yeah, dude, I know what you mean.  And he's cool
with it?" He asked, looking at me for the first time.
     "Yep.  Didn't even give it a second thought. Actually, when I told him,
he thought I was kidding.  I'll tell the whole story sometime.  But, he's a
great roommate and a great friend."
     "That is so awesome."
     I now had some lingering questions that I had to find the answers to
that minute.  "So, Dan, are you gay, bi, or curious?"
     "Uh, well, I hate those damn labels, but I would assume that I was gay."
     "Does anyone know about you?" I asked, getting up and walking over to
him next to the window.
     "Well, aside from the people I fooled around with and my best friend,
not really," He answered, looking down at the floor.  "What about you?  Are
you gay?"
     I sighed, "Yeah, I'm gay.  And I'm out to my family and a few close
friends."
     "Really? I would've never guessed that, you, Joe, the Man, was gay."
     "Yeah, I would've never guessed that you were either, Dan."
     "Well, now you know," he said, moving towards my bed.  I kinda liked
where this was going.
     "Well, are you going to join me?" he asked, sitting down on my bed.
     I looked at him for a long time, looked him up and down.
     "What?" He finally asked.
     "Nothin', dude.  Just admiring your body," I said as I moved over to the
bed, next to him.  I put his hand in mine and sat down next to him.  For some
reason, though, I didn't want to sleep with him that night.  I mean, I've
slept with other guys and never got off to the right start on a first date
before.  I wanted this one to work, to be different than the other guys I've
dated.
     "Look, Dan.   I know we know each other fairly well.  And I know that I
at least can hardly resist you.  And I don't want you to take offense to what
I'm going to say.  But I want this to work, or at least start out right. I
mean, I've been dreaming about the day I'd get you in my bed.  But, now that
it's here, I don't want it to end.  Do you understand?"
     "Yeah, man, I do.  You want to take this slowly, which I can perfectly
understand and agree with you.  I'd really like to take you on your bed now,
and just go wild all over your hot body.  But, I respect your wishes and I
sort of would like the same."
     "Wow, you do?" I asked, surprised.
     "Yeah, I do.  I like you a lot, Joe.  You're one in a million.  And to
tell you the truth, I'd like our first time to be just right, and more
importantly, sober."  I grinned on that remark.
     "Yeah, that would be nice.  So, why don't we just stop while we're ahead
for tonight?"
     "I agree with that.  But I'd like to kiss you more," He said.
     "Well, what's stopping you?" I asked, leaning into him and closing my
eyes.
     He met my lips and we started to kiss.  I sort of pushed him down as we
kissed, and was now on top of him, chest on chest, and so forth....By now, I
could feel a bulge in his pants as I grinded my bulge (which had been up for
quite some time) into his.
     It was really getting hot, to the point where if he really wanted to go
further, I would've let him.  But he stopped just in the nick of time.
     "Let's cool down, man before we do anything we might regret," he said,
pushing me up off of him.
     I tried not to give a look of disappointment, but he saw it anyway.
"Don't worry, babe, they'll be plenty of time for that later.  But, can you
blame me?  I really don't want to do stuff I've never done before with your
roommate right in the next room."
     "Yeah, I can understand you perfectly," I replied, getting off my bed.
I tried to conceal my hard cock by pulling out my shirt over it.  Dan
immediately noticed and laughed, as he sat up and got up from my bed too.
     I looked at his pants, which I could tell were a bit strained in THAT
area, and he blushed.  It was my turn to giggle.
     I looked over at my radio clock, which said midnight, and I knew my
roommate wanted to go to bed soon, being that he always did on a Thursday
night.  (Those damn 8AM classes).
     "Well, I hate to break this up, but my roommate's gonna want to go to
bed soon," I said to him.
     "Okay, well, do you wanna catch a smoke?" He asked, as he walked to the
door.
     "Sure, we can smoke on the balcony.  Let me get my jacket," I said.
     We went outside, I lit his cigarette for him, and then lit mine.  There
was silence between us, not exactly an awkward one.  More of a trying to take
what just happened in.  I spoke up first.
     "So, Dan, where do we go from here?"  I am the kind of person who has to
know what is happening. I guess it's kinda stupid in a way, because I live my
life the opposite way.  But as far as relationships are concerned, I need to
know.
     "I don't know," He said, after he exhaled a puff of smoke.  "I have had
a boyfriend before.  But never anyone on campus."
     "Yeah, me too.  I've had three before.  None of them really turned out
well," I said, taking a drag.  "But somehow I think with you, it could be
different," I said, smiling, looking right into his eyes.
     "Yeah, me too," he said, blushing and grinning.
     So, we talked more about it, and finally came to the conclusion that we
would try it out.  We made plans for after TV class tomorrow to go out on a
date and see where it took us.  Of course, during TV class, that was an
experience in itself.


Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 16:49:56 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part II

Hey!  This is Part II of a continuing series of Dan the Man.  Just a little
background information.  Unfortunately, the real Dan (and his name was
changed) is straight in real life.  But he is a good friend of mine and the
way we met is described in the first part is generally true.  This is my
fourth story I have posted, and I hope you enjoy it.  However, if you don't
like the idea of two college males interacting sexually, then this story is
not for you.  Also, it would be a good idea if you are under 18 to get out.
And now,

Dan, The Man Part II

     "Hey, it's Joe, the Man," said Dan as I walked in to the hi-tech TV
Classroom.  He always called me Joe-The-Man. I grinned and blushed at the same
time, as I sat down next to him.   "Yeah, it's me," I said, grinning at him.
Other people said Hi to me, as well, I said Hi back, but didn't pay much
attention to them.
     "Guess what, dude?  Romeo wants us to go on a shoot with her today,
during class.  She just needs to tape her stand-up."
     "Aww....man, I thought we were done with this shit," I said,
complaining, knowing that I would be doing camera again.  "Well, I might as
well go set up the camera."
     "Yeah, I'll help you," he said as we both got up and went to the storage
equipment closet.  Yeah, I thought to myself, I'm sure you will.
     He followed me into the equipment closet, and suddenly I felt this hand
sort of grab my ass.  I gasped a small gasp, but didn't turn around. I thought
if he want's to play, let him play.  He continued to feel my ass, and then
pulled me into him, so that my back was against his chest.  He gave me a big
hug, and I enjoyed every second of it.  We heard the door open, which abruptly
made us split.
     We got together the equipment, and exchanged glances throughout the
whole class.  Our eyes said it all.  His eyes gave the look of I wish I could
touch you, hold you, kiss you right now.  I'm sure my eyes said the same thing
right back at him.
     :Unfortunately, we had to go on the shoot.  "You got everything Dan?" I
asked him, picking up the camera on my shoulder.
     "Yeah, I got everything," Dan answered, holding the VTR and the camera
cable.  "Everything but you," he whispered into my ear, as I moved out of the
classroom.
     "Well, in a way you don't," I said softly,"but, believe me, babe, you
got me, at least for now."  He smiled at that.  He had such a cute freakin'
face.  I wanted to kiss it right then and there.
     So, we went on the shoot.  The producer was unorganized as usual, but it
went well.  It only took about a half an hour to complete.  By the time we
were done, however, the class had been over.  We came back to the TV classroom
and gather up our stuff and headed out the door.  My friend, Amanda, came up
to me.
     "Hey, Joe, what are you doing right now?" She asked.  Amanda was a sweet
person, that everyone liked because is was just impossible not to like her.
She had a winning personality, she looked good, and acted kind to anybody.
     I immediately looked at Dan, who was walking beside me.  He gave me a
look of distress.   I'm sure that's what my face looked like too. "Uh, well,
I'm sort of busy.  Why?" I asked.
     "Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to eat dinner?" she
asked.  "It's no big deal.  If you're busy tonight, we can always do it some
other time," she said, with no dissapointment in her voice.
     "Cool, I'd like that," I said, honestly.  Amanda and I had gotten close
over the two years we were together in various classes.  If I were straight, I
would definitely ask her out.  But unfortunately, she has a boyfriend.
     "What about you, Dan?" she asked.  I didn't even look up at Dan, so she
wouldn't catch on to our plan.
     "Would love to, but I can't.  I've got so much shit to do, it's not even
funny." he replied cooly to her.  He was so smooth.
     "Well, okay, well, we'll all have to do dinner sometime," she said.
"I'll see you later."
     We kept walking to my car (yes, I drive to classes sometimes because I'm
running late.  It saves me about 5 minutes of time.  Once we were in my car,
we both sighed a breath of relief.  We had made it through the class, with no
hitches at all.  We were safe.  Then, I don't know what happened.  Dan held
out his hand, and I took it.  We were still in the parking lot.  I looked deep
into those blue eyes of his, and saw the intensity behind the stare.  I
probably had the same look on my face, and before I knew it, without warning,
his face came towards me.  I met him halfway, and we kissed.  Man, did we
kiss.  It was the most passionate kiss I had gotten from him yet.  And that's
not very easy to do with an emergency brake handle in the middle of you and
the automatic shoulder belts trying to restrain you to your own side.  (At
that moment I wish I still had the car with a bench seat).  I could feel his
tongue invading my mouth, pushing forcefully, and I met his.   We played tag
with our tongues, breathing heavily, hands wandering on each other's upper
body, and then after a good minute, we both pulled away.
     I immediately froze.  I couldn't believe what I had just done.  We
looked at each other with the same look of a deer stuck out infront of
headlights.  We both realized that we had just kissed in the parking lot, with
students and faculty walking by.  And to top that off, the college radio
station, the one that I worked in was right to the right of us.  I didn't look
out.  I was too scared.  We both blushed.
     "SHIT!"  Dan shouted.  "What the hell was I thinking?"
     "I don't know, man, I don't know.  Shit, what the fuck do we do now?" I
asked, not wanted to look out to see who was staring at us.
     "Start the fuckin' car, and get moving!"
     "Oh, yeah," I replied, starting the car, knowing I'd have to look out
the windows to back up and get out of hte parking lot.  "Damn, man, I don't
want to look up!"
     "Do it, and don't tell me who's there," he said, still looking down at
the floor.
     I started and turned around, backing out.  Looking forward,
instinctively, I saw a station member, a few friends from TV class, and our
station manager outside, looking directly at the car.
     "Shit, man," I said, as I floored it and made my way to the parking
gate.  I impatiently waited for the gate to go up, almost taking it off with
the antenna and got out of there as soon as possible.  We rode back basically
in silence.
     "Let's go to my apartment and cool off alittle.  I got some beer and
some vodka if you want any," I said, as i drove down the highway that went
through the campus.
     "Are you hungry at all now? " dan Asked?
     "Not really, I just sort of seemed to lose my appitite.  How about you?"
     "I agree.  And I'll take you up on that vodka."
     "I thought you liked beer."
     "Beer ain't strong enough tongiht, dude," Dan said.
     We pulled up to the apartment, both of noticing one of our friends who
lived close by as we got out of the car.
     "Hey, Joe, hey Dan," he said.
     "Hey, Mike," was all I could say and waved.  Dan said nothing, as I
opened the door to the apartment.  We ran up the steps and closed the door
behind us.  My roommate Kevin was there, and looked at us, surprised.
     "Yo, what the fuck are you doing?  You sounded like a heard of
elephants!" he exclaimed, watching MTV's Road Rules.
     "Forget it, man.  Do we still have that vodka?" I asked.
     "Yeah, it's in the freezer.  There's about half of liter left."
     I turned to Dan and asked, "Do you think that's enough for you?"
     Dan grinned, "I don't know, but I'm sure you won't take more than three
shots."
     "Oh, yeah, and there's some Everclear too," Kev said.
     "Everclear?" I asked, shocked.  "Who the fuck bought everclear?"
     Kev had a smirk on his face.  I didn't ask anymore.
     So, I poured about a quarter cup of vodka in a glass, and Dan did the
same.  We didn't need to explain why we were doing it, we could tell just by
looking at each other.  I was still shaking, and Dan's face was still red.
     "Dude, I need a smoke," he said, taking out his cigs.
     "That sounds like a great idea," Kevin said, as he got up off the couch
and opened the back door to the balcony.
     I took a quick swig of the vodka, downed the whole thing , and slammed
the glass on the counter.  Kev and Dan watched the whole scene, wide-eyed.
     "Joe, what the fuck are you doing?  You look tense," Kev said, as he
walked out the door.  Dan took a big gulp of his, and headed out the door
behind Kev.  I followed, of course, watching his tight ass...Kev pulled out
his lighter, lighting all three cigarettes.
     Well, we both told the little story of the long kiss in the parking lot.
Kevin's face was in complete shock.  His blue eyes were wide open, as was his
mouth.  He couldn't believe it.
     "Yeah, I'm afraid it was sort of my fault, too," Dan said, looking down,
then taking the rest of his vodka.
     "No, man, it was both of ours," I said, putting my arm around Dan.  Kev
looked surprised.
     "Oh, by the way, Kev, this is Dan, my boyfriend.  Dan this is kev, my
straight roommate."  They both shook hands.  After that, there was a brief
silence.  I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, compounded by the
cigarette.  I closed my eyes, and leaned agianst the wall and sighed.
     "Well, dude, I'm here for you, man.  Whatever happens, I'll be there,"
Kev said, putting his arm around me.  Kev knew about me a few days after he
moved into the suite a year ago, when he was a freshman in my dorm.  I tested
him, and he passed.
     "Thanks, man," I said, looking up at Dan.  "Kev's a cool guy.  He's
always praising me when I get some.  He covers up for me, especially to his
frat brothers.  They think I get some every night!" I laughed.  Dan seemed to
shutter at this remark.  I knew why.
     "But, now that I have you," I continued, " I intend on getting a lot,
but from the same person."  I went over and put my arm around his waist, and
kissed him.
     "Uh, Joe," Dan said, looking towards Kevin, who had turned away.
     "Yeah, uh, Joe?" said Kev.
     "Sorry, man.  I couldn't resist.  I'll behave."
     "Ah, that's okay.  Just takes a little time to get used to, man" Kev
said.
     I took another sip of the vodka, finishing it.  "Man you drank that
Vodka fast, dude, you're gonna be fucked up!"  Kev said, laguhing.
     "I know," I said, smiling.
     "Man, Dan, you should see this guy fucked up.  He's a sight for sore
eyes.  Give this kid two drinks, and he'll be on his ass in less than 15
minutes."
     Dan smiled at the thought of me, drunk off my ass.  "Ah, I already got
a preview of it the first night we actually hung out together.  I can't
wait to see this," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
     Pretty soon, we were in a pretty good conversation, talking about
music, movies, TV class, and bitching about Rowan as usual.  All was going
well, until I felt a little wavy and started swaying in the breeze.  I let
out a giggle, as I was grinning at Dan.
     "Uh oh, man, when he starts to giggle, you better look out.
Joe...uh....Joe," Kev said to me, grabbing my arm.  "Com 'on Joe, move away
from the railing."
     I don't' know waht came over me, but I tore away from Kevin and jumped
up on the bottom rail and put my hands up in the air and yelled out,
"Wheeeee!!"
     "Okay, now, he's really fucked up!"
     "Oh, shut the fuck up," I said, turning around at Kev.  "Not even you
can spoil my mood this evening.  I'm so glad I met you, Dan," I said,
walking over to him, and kissing him on the cheek.  I didn't expect
anything in return, because I would feel funny if my boyfriend's roommate
was right there.  But, surprisingly, Dan kissed me on the cheek back.
     "I am glad I met you, too, Joe.  You make me so happy, man," he said,
grinning, looking into my eyes.  We just locked eyes and stayed there for
what seemed to be forever.
     "Okay, you guys, snap out of it," Kev said, putting out his cigarette.
"I'm going inside, and I reccomend you do it too if you don't want to be
caught again."
     "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, not taking my eyes off of Dan.  He looked
so cute, with his brown curly hair, and his blue eyes shining.  They also
seemed to have a look of desire to them tonight.  The alcohol was in full
swing by now, and I made a motion for him to come back in the apartment
when I was in the doorway and we stopped in the doorway and kissed
passionately.  Kev made noises of disgust.
     "Will you guys get a room?" He asked.  "If I wanted to watch two guys
make out, I would watch Joe's porn tape.  Lord knows, he has plenty of
them."
     I tore away from the kiss, and gave Kev the stare.  "Shut the fuck up
man," I slurred.
     Dan looked at me with a surprised look.  "You have porn?"
     I turned red, grinned, and said, "Of course."
     "Yeah, he watches it every morning, and beats off right here on the
couch.  Yeah, for the longest time, Roland and I have been wondering if he
shoots it on himself." Kev continued.  I shot him another look.  Dan just
laughed.  Then I felt daring.
     "Kev, you better shut up or else I'm gonna rape you."  He knew what I
meant by that.
     "Ah, fuck you, you're too drunk to even get it up."
     That did it!  I ran over the best I could to where Kev was, grabbed
his legs, pulled them around my hips and started thrusting into his butt.
We were fully clothed of course.  I looked at Dan while I was doing it.  He
looked confused, surprised, a little jealous, but laughed finally.
     "Fuckin' Homo!!" Kev yelled, between his laughs.  "Get the hell off
me!"
     After I thought he had enough, I let him go and just collapsed right
on the floor in front of him.  I lifted up my hand to Dan, hoping he would
take it and help me off the floor.  However, I soon found out taht Dan was
in a playful mood.
     "I'm not helping you up, dude,.  You're at the perfect height for you
to blow me.  And that's what I've been dying for today," he said, grabbing
his crotch through his pants.  Kev screamed.
     "Oh really?" I asked, grabbing his bulge with a huge grin on my face.
     "Yeah, man.  I'm gonna whip it out right here, right now," He said, in
a low, sexy voice. Kev let out another yelp.  Secretly I wish he was
serious about what he was saying, but I knew he was just putting on a show
for Kev to see his tolerance level.
     "COOL!"  I yelled, as I began unbuttoning his pants.  Dan grabbed my
hand, and I tried not to look hurt when he did that.  But somehow, it did
hurt me.
     "Didn't mean to excite you that much, man.  You know what we talked
about," he said, holding my chin is his hand, looking directly into my
eyes.  I couldn't stay mad at that face.  I grinned.
     "Of course, babe."
     "Good, because...woah, babe, you just fell of the couch. Here take my
hand!"
     I was just laughing my ass off, for no apparent reason except the
alcohol that was in my blood.
     "Dude you're fucked up," he said, laughing along with me.  He picked
up his glass and took another swig.
     "Yeah, you just figured that out?" asked Kev, laughing too.
     "No, I knew he was always a little cuckoo, but I didn't know he was
this off base!"
     "Oh, stick around, it gets better, man.  I gotta leave, though.  Got a
fuckin' 5:00 class!"  Kev said, walking out the front door.
     I stopped laughing in an instant, looking at Dan's face.  He looked so
damn cute.  I can't tell you that enough.
     "Dan, did anyone tell you you have the cutest face, man?"
     "Yeah, you did.  But don't hesitate to tell me that again!" he said,
leaning in for a kiss.  I saw this and closed my eyes in anticipation.  I
felt his soft, moist lips on mine, and leaned into it more.  I felt his
tongue trying to break through, but I decided to be a little difficult.  He
sensed this and put more force into it.  I finally let him break through,
and we kissed for abouta minute straight.  In that time, I had made it back
up on the couch, he had laid down on the couch, and I had made my way on
top of him.  I could feel his hard cock pressing into mine as we grinded.
He let out a small moan, as we kissed and grinded harder.
     By this time, the alcohol had had it's effect on both of us.  We were
no longer in control of our emotions.  I was shocked when he forced his way
out from under me, ripped off my t-shirt, and took off his, in what seemed
to be one motion.  He then took me by further surprise and pushed me down
on my back and got on top of me.  I looked up and saw his chest for the
first time.  I wasn't expecting much, I sort of figured it was going to be
hairy, but I was wrong.  He had this absolutely smooth chest!  I was
impressed to say the least (I have a weakness for smooth chests).  I
sighed.
     "Man, you've got a nice chest," Dan said, looking and touching my
chest.
     "I was just thinking the same exact thing about you," I said, feeling
his pecs.
     "Dude, you're so fuckin' hot," said Dan, leaning back down on me,
kissing my neck, licking me softly.  He then started licking and sucking on
my ear, which turns me on to no end.  He noticed this, and went at it even
more.  And when he was done with that ear, he went to the other.
     By now, I was so turned on, I didn't care.  I had to have him.  I just
had to.  I grabbed his neck and started kissing his neck.  I moved from his
neck to his face, and we kissed passionately.  I used force and turned us
over, so that I was on top.  (Which was no easy task).
     I gently kissed my way down to his chest, and licked my way over to
one of his nipples.  I teased it with my tongue, which seemed to turn on
Dan even more, if I judged his level by his moaning and breathing.  I took
it in my mouth and sucked on it, which caused Dan to jump.  I had found one
of his spots.
     Dan pulled me up and he sat up.  He grabbed my jeans, unzipped them,
and i got up and slid them off.  He pulled me over, and there I was,
standing in front of him in just my boxers.  He looked into my eyes, as he
slowly rubbed my dick through my boxers.  I looked right back at him, until
I had to close my eyes in pleasure.  It felt so good, like nothing ever
before.
     "Dan?  Have you ever done this before?" I asked, sighing.
     "Yeah, man, I have.  Have you?" he asked, rubbing my balls.
     "Yes," I managed to say.
     He went back to my cock, reached into the fly, and pulled it out,
exposing all of 6" of it.  His eyes were focused on it, as he slowly moved
his head down to lick the tip of it.  I let out a gasp, as I felt his warm,
moist tongue lick the tip of the head.  He finally took it in his mouth
after forever teasing me with his tongue.
     "Aw, man..." I said, when he took it in.  "Damn, that feels good."  It
indeed felt good, the moist mouth, no teeth at all.  Dan really knew what
he was doing.  And I had no complaints.  I found it hard to keep myself
steady and standing.  Dan sensed this, and motioned me to lay down on the
couch.  He got on top of me and kissed me, passionately.  He licked his way
down past my chest, my stomach, and then down to my cock again, which he
took in greedily.  At one point, I put my hand on the back of his head, and
ran it through his head, as he sucked me.  I couldn't help moaning, even
though I'm sure I sounded stupid.  I didn't care, it felt so fuckin' good!
He worked on it for a long time.  I had a hard time holding back, but
somehow I did.  (I think it was the alcohol that helped).  But soon, I knew
he had to stop. I pulled him off of me.  And I motioned for him to lay
down.
     "You want me to suck you, don't you?" I asked, as I unbuttoned his
pants and pulled them down.
     "Oh, yesss..." he moaned.
     "You want me to put it all in my mouth," I continued, as I slowly
stroked his cock through is briefs.  (Yep, he was a briefs man).
     He lifted his head up off the couch, and looked at me.  "Yeah, Joe.  I
want to feel your mouth on it.  Take it all in."
     I gently slipped my hand underneath the waistband and slowly rapped my
hand around his cock.  It was not very thick, but the length was about 7".
I made a mental note to myself that it would be perfect for me to be fucked
by....but I didn't say that out loud.  I then pulled down his briefs,
seeing his manhood for the first time.  It was beautiful, if there is such
a thing.  I just stuck my face in his crotch, licking his balls with my
tongue, then sucking on them, all while stroking his cock.  He moaned out
in pleasure.
     "Com 'on, Joe, take it in your mouth," he said.  "I want to feel your
hot mouth around my cock."
     So Dan the man was a hot talker during sex eh?  I decided to play
along with it.
     "You want to feel my hot mouth around it?  Feel it sliding all the way
in down my throat while I play with your balls?  You wanna feel that, Dan?"
I asked.
     "Mmm...yeah...."  He said.  Say no more I thought!  I took his cock in
my mouth, slowly.  It even tasted good.  I went up and down on it for a
while, then deep throated the whole thing.  Dan's whole body shook.  I was
so turned on by that.  I love pleasuring someone, watching his reactions.
I took his balls in my hand, rubbing them slowly.  He was going wild.
     "Man, ah, yeah....Joe...yeah....suck me....ah yeah....dude, I'm
getting close."
     At that moment, I wanted to really bring him off and taste him.  I
kept on sucking, harder and faster.  I felt his cock expand a little in my
mouth and his body shake.
     "Ah man, I'm gonna shoot!" he exclaimed.
     I was ready for it.  I felt the first blast hit the inside of my
throat, as he grabbed my shoulders.  I felt another blast, then another,
then another.  I eagerly swallowed it.  His motions decreased, and finally
he let out a loud sigh.  I got up off him, and grinned, wiping my mouth
with my arm.  He tasted wonderful, a little bitter, but sweet at the same
time.
     "Man, that was fuckin' incredible," he said, still laying down.  I
didn't even notice that I was jerking off at the same time, and I knew I
was close.  I stood up above him, stroking myself.  He looked up at me.
     "Ah, yeah, com' on, guy.  Shoot your load all over my chest man," he
said, stroking my legs.
     "Yeah?  You want it?" I gasped.  "I'm gonna shoot it all over you,
dude."
     Right then, I felt that irreversable feeling.  I thrusted my cock in
my hand once more, and shot it.  I screamed as I saw the first shot go
flying out of my cock on to his face.  The second flew on to his chest.
The third on to his stomach.  It felt so good.  I felt my knees go weak,
and collapsed on top of him.
     After a few seconds, I moved up to his face, looking into his eyes,
and leaned down for a kiss.  His arms rapped around me, forcing me up
against him, rubbing my load between our chests.  I broke the kiss, and
laid down next to him, on the couch.
     "I guess I should get us something to clean this up?" I asked, looking
at him.
     "That would be good," he said, smiling.
     I got up, though I really didn't want to, and found paper towels and
cleaned him off.  He did the same to me, still laying down.
     "That was fuckin' incredible, man," he said.  "I never felt that good
before."
     I smiled, knowing I felt the same. " Me too."
     Just then, we heard the front door down the stairs open.  We jumped
up, grabbed our clothes and I pushed him into my room.  We quickly got
dressed, saying nothing except smiling at each other.
     We came out of my room to the living room and found Roland there.
                                                       "Smells like sex in
here!" he exclaimed.
     Both Dan and I blushed and looked at each other, smiling.
     "Yeah," I said.  "It should smell like that."
     "Cool," Ro said, turning on the TV, sitting where we had just brought
each other off.  I giggled thinking that to myself.
     "Catch a smoke?" Dan asked, rapping his arm around my waist.
     "Sure," I said, walking towards the door, grabbing my pack off the
coffee table.
     We went outside to the balcony and I lit his cig.
     Dan was the first to break a long silence.  "Joe, I know you wanted to
wait to do that, but I couldn't resist," he said.
     "Don't worry, Dan.  I wanted as much as you did," I answered.  "I'm
glad we did."
     Dan smiled, and put his arm around me. "You're incredible and so
cute!"
     "You are too.  You're one helluva guy."
     "Thanks, man," he said kissing me on the cheek.  "Joe, would you like
to be my boyfriend?"
     My eyes teared up at that question and my face broke in to a huge
smile.  "I'd love to," I answered.
     We looked at each other and moved in for a kiss.  I wrapped my arms
around his strong body and felt his around mine.  Just then, we heard
voices from next door, apparently getting ready to come out to the balcony
(the balconies were connected).  We broke away, never breaking the eye
contact.  I looked at my watch, which indicated 10PM.
     "Damn, man, I didn't know it was that late.  I still got my homework
to do," I said.
     Dan looked at his, and said, "Fuck, me too!"
     "I'd rather spend it with you, but I need to keep up my grades," I
said, taking a drag.
     "Yeah, I hear you, me too," he said, flicking his cigarette off the
balcony.
     We went back inside, and I walked Dan down the steps.  We embraced and
kissed a long, passionate kiss, which summed up the evening perfectly.



Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 22:15:14 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan The Man Part III

              
Hi, it's me again, Joe!  I'm really starting to like writing this story
more so than my other one that I'm currently stuck on.  Here is part three
of Dan The Man, I hope you enjoy it.  If you're looking for sex, there is
none in this part, sorry to disappoint you.  But, they'll be some more on
the way.

Part III
     
     After Dan had left, I suddenly remembered what had happened today in
the parking lot.  I cringed as I walked up the stairs, also noting that I
wasn't as drunk as I was earlier.  It wore off.
     "Hey, Ro," I said to him, sitting on the couch watching TV.  Just to
clarify, yes, both Kev and Roland are my roommates in our apartment.  Ro
and I share a room, Kev is in the second room with my other roommate, Tim.
     "Hey, Joe.  Get some cock tonight?" he asked.
     I knew he wasn't putting me down, I was used to that from all of them.
He was simply asking me a question, very....well...bluntly!
     I grinned, and nodded my head.  And then I added, "It was the best sex
I've ever had!"
     He grinned at me, and I went into my room.  I tried to study, really,
tried, but nothing happened.  I couldn't get those horrible thoughts out of
my mind.  My friends saw me kissing a guy.  The radio station probably
knew.  Everyone probably knew.  I did my best to block it out, but it was a
long time before I could fall asleep.
     
     I woke up the next morning, feeling tired, almost killing the poor
alarm clock. I had to be in at work at 9.  I was a Student Worker tech in
the Telecommunication department at Rowan.  Had been since I was a
freshmen.  It was great work, I loved it and the pay wasn't bad either. So
I somehow managed to get up, eat breakfast, take a shower, and head out the
door without thinking at all.
     On my way to work, however, I recalled what happened the previous
afternoon.  I wanted to dig a whole and hide there all day, all year....I
didn't know how to face it.  But I knew that I had to face it now, or else
it would be harder to the more I put it off.  And the first person I saw at
the office, was one of the people that was standing outside yesterday.  I
turned 8 shades of red when I saw his face appear at the counter.
     "Can I, uh, help you?" I asked, hesitantly.
     "Hey, Joe, how's it going?" he asked.
     "Good, I guess, haven't really woke up yet."
     "I'm here to pay my phone bill," he said.  Throughout the entire
conversation, he never acted if anything was wrong.  And then before he
left, he dropped the bombshell.
     "Oh, and by the way, nice kiss out there in the parking lot," he said,
grinning as I handed his receipt.
     I gave him this shocked look and froze.
     "Don't worry, man, I don't care.  It was a surprise to me, though.
I'll see you later," he said walking out the door.
     I unfroze and told someone to cover for me while I chased him out the
door.
     "Neil!"  I yelled, running after him.  He turned around and stopped.
I caught up to him.
     "So you saw it?" I asked, embarrassed.
     "Yeah, and so did Amanda, Kris, George, and Kara."  (People in my TV
class).
     "Holy shit!" I muttered, looking up at the sky.
     "Yeah, they were kind of shocked, as I.  But listen, man, I like I
said before, it's totally cool.  I have a gay brother, if you must know.
I'm cool with it."
     Woah.  Neil just said his brother was gay.  Now let me explain Neil to
you, he's quite a hottie himself.  About six foot, all muscle, short brown
hair, green eyes, and a baby face to top it all off.  I was silent for a
few seconds, and then smiled.
     "So, how old is your brother?" I asked, laughing.
     "Nineteen, why?"
     "Nothin," I said, grinning.
     "No, Joe, you can't have him," he said, catching on to what I was
getting at.
     "That's okay.  I have Dan," I said, and then putting my foot in my
mouth.  I couldn't believe I said that to him.
     "Hey, Joe, remember, it's cool!  If you need any support, or anyone to
talk to, I'm hear for you, man."
     "Thanks, Neil.  I really appreciate it, man," I said.
     "No prob, I'll talk to you later," he said, turning around.
     "Yeah," I yelled out to him, walking my direction as well.  "Wish us
luck!"
     He turned around, smiled, and said, "Be brave, man.  Tell Dan what I
said, too."
     I said, "I will, man!"  With that, I walked back in the office, only
to be greeted by one of my supervisors giving me a confused look.
     "I'm sorry, Donna.  It was personal," I said, sitting back in my
chair.  After that, I didn't see anyone that was there the rest of the
morning.  However, I had a radio air shift that afternoon, which I was
thinking about calling in sick.  I was not looking forward to that at all.
     Oh, yeah, I did see one person that was there that afternoon. Someone
who had a cute, sweet face, with curly brown hair, blue eyes, hot ass....I
think you know who I mean.
     "Hey, Joe," he said, standing in front of the counter.
     I was looking at the monitor, putting in payments we had received
through the mail.  Without even looking up, I said, "Yeah, can I help you?"
     "Sure can!"
     And without even looking up, I knew right then who it was.  I
immediately stood up, looked at his face, and just smiled.  Damn he was
cute.  He was smiling too.
     "What can I do for you?" I asked, playing with him as a
customer/employee situation.
     "Well, I seem to have this problem with my phone."
     "And?"
     "Well, it doesn't seem to be working right.  I was wondering if you
could examine it," he said.
     I controlled the urge to laugh, and said, " Well, what is wrong with
it?"
     "It just doesn't work right."
     "I see, well, sir.  If you don't tell me why it doesn't work right,
then I can't help you."
     "Oh forget it," he said, as he walked out, acting in frustration.
     Donna looked up from her desk and I looked back at her.  She had this
confused look on her face that turned to concern.
     "Joe, get him back," she said.  "You should've been more patience with
him."
     "What did I do wrong?" I asked, seeing in the corner of my eye my man
return.
     He was laughing, which made my boss look at him in even a more
confused look.
     "Sorry, didn't meant to cause any trouble," he said.  "I was just
giving him a hard time."
     "Oh, okay.  Well in that case, give it to him more! He needs it,"
Donna said, laughing.
     Donna and I have been real close, ever since I started working in the
office four years ago.  Over that time, we've grown closer and closer, and
me being very good friends with her daughter has helped, too.  I told her
about me about a year ago.  She was like a second mother to me, and thought
of me as her second child, as well.
     "Don't worry, we have class together, so I'll have plenty of
opportunities," he said, still laughing.
     "All right, enough already," I said, interrupting the pick-on-Joe
session.
     Dan looked at me seriously.  He said, "I just stopped by to visit,
man.  Just wanted to see where you worked," he said, smiling.
     I melted immediately, and grinned.  "Thanks, man.  How are you?  Run
into any people we saw yesterday?" I asked, with a concerned tone in my
voice.
     "Nope, I have my first class at 12:30 today," he said.
     "Lucky bastard," I said, softly.  I then looked down at my watch.
"Well, it's almost time for me to leave. Where's your class at?"
     "The communications building, naturally," he said.
     "Cool, I'll walk with you there, if you don't mind," I said.  "Donna,
could I leave a few minutes early?"
     "Yeah, Joe, I'll let this one slide.  But talk to me later," she said,
with a look in her eye that she knew what was going on.
     "Thanks," I answered, grabbing my books.  We headed out the door.
     We walked in silence for a few seconds.
     "Joe, I'm really scared, man.  I mean, I never really faced this part
before.  You know only my best bud knows.  I wasn't prepared to deal with
this all at once, man." He said, with pain in his voice.
     "I know, Dan.  I wasn't ready for this either.  Although I have come
out to a lot more people than you have, I wasn't ready for the world to
know," I said, looking him.  I then told him what Neil had told me earlier.
His face brightened a little.
     "Well, at least, one had a positive response," he said.
     "Yeah, I know.  Well, we'll almost there," I said as we walked closer
and closer to our doom.
     "Don't worry, Dan.  Be brave," I said, wanting to hold him for support
as we walked through the door to the building.
     "I'm trying, man."
     We both walked into the lobby, where there were sofas and seats that
people could sit in and study or do whatever, and there were people sitting
there as usual.  I recognized one face that was there yesterday, and was
scared shiftless as he came toward us.  He got real close to us, turned to
his group of friends, and pointed his finger at us.
     "These two faggots were kissing in the parking lot," he said.
     "Kris," Dan said, with an angry expression on his face. "Get the fuck
out of my way."
     I was so embarrassed.  I knew most of the people in the lobby and was
just had my reputation shot out from under me with no support whatsoever.
Luckily, someone jumped up.
     "What are you talking about Chris?" she asked.
     "These two guys were making out in the fuckin' parking lot, Karen.  I
swear."
     "What?" she screamed.  "Joe and Dan?  I don't believe it."
     "Believe it, babe," he snarled.
     Fuck, shit, fuck, what am I supposed to do?  Funny, I didn't feel that
bad for myself, I knew I would be able to get by, but what about Dan?  I
looked into his eyes, and tried to convey that I was thinking about him,
worrying about him.  I got the same look from him.
     They kept arguing, and other started in the conversation.  We just
walked away.
     "Dan, I'm really worried about you, man.  Why the hell did we do that
shit?" I asked.
     "Because we are stupid, but we're also human," he said, as we were
talking down the hall.  "I'm worried about you, Joe.  I mean, you're Joe
the Man, but let's face it.  You're 5'4", and 115lbs.  I don't' want to see
my babe get hurt," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
     "Don't worry about me, man.  I've got my back covered."
     "Hey Joe and Dan," said a voice from behind us.  We both turned
around. To our relief it was Neil.  But he had someone with him.
     "Hey, Neil," Dan said, with a sad tone in his voice.  "What's up?"
     "Not much, I trust Joe told you what I said," Neil said.
     "Yeah, he did, and thanks for the support," Dan said.
     "No problem."
     "Actually, Dan and I already ran in to trouble this afternoon with
Kris," I said.
     "Yeah, I sort of heard it coming down the other hall.  He's an
asshole."
     "Yeah, well, assholes like that are going to be the cause of this
getting all across campus," I said.
     "I know, man.  I know," Neil said, shaking his head in agreement.
     Finally, the person behind Neil made herself known.  "So, that's the
reason why you didn't want to go to dinner with me," we heard.
     "Amanda!"  I exclaimed.
     "In the flesh," she said, jumping in the middle of us.
     We all laughed.  "I want you guys to know that I saw that heavy kiss
in your car yesterday. And I have to say, I was quite impressed!" she said,
smiling.
     That was typical Amanda. Always making people smile.  I kissed her on
the cheek, and said softly, "Thanks."  Dan did the same.
     "Hey, you know what?  I admire you guys even more now.  Don't care
what other people think, man.  Do it your way!" she continued.
     "Thanks!" I said.
     "Well, now that we know, how about we all go out to dinner after class
tomorrow," she suggested.
     We all laughed.  "Sure," we all said.
     We all parted, I went my way, back to my apartment (luckily avoiding
anyone who was there), Dan went to his film class, and I'm not sure where
Amanda and Neil went off to.
     I started walking out of the building when another kid from the radio
station came up to me.  He wasn't a close friend, but he was definitely a
friend of mine.
     "Kris told me he saw you hooking up with another guy," he said, in a
derogatory way.
     "Yeah, what about it?" I asked, not trying to deny it anymore.
     "Joe, that's so sick.  How could you do that man?  You're going to
hell for that.  I can't believe that all this time you were a faggot and I
didn't know it!" he exclaimed.
     I just sunk lower and lower, and lowered my eyes to the ground, I
couldn't look at him anymore.
     "Yeah, that's right.  Just stare at the ground.  All you faggots
should die, isn't that what AIDS was for?" he asked.
     I looked up at him when he said that.
     "Fuck you, Brian!" I yelled, with tears in my eyes.  "FUCK YOU!"
     With that, Amanda and yet another friend of ours, Miles, a tall, big
blonde came quickly to my side.
     Brian still had that look in his eyes of evil and said,"Hey Amanda,
did you hear, Joe's a fuckin' cocksucker?"
     "Shut the fuck up, Brian," she said, putting her arm around me.
     "So, then it's true, Joe?" Miles asked.  "I heard it going around, but
I couldn't believe it."
     I nodded my head to him, sadly.
     "It's not that bad," Miles said.  "I'm cool with it.  Nothin' wrong
with it.  Two guys in my frat are gay and they're engaged now!"
     I lightened up on that comment. "Really?" I asked.
     "Sure!"
     "Aw, fuck, man, Miles, you're a sick pig, taking sides with a fuckin'
queer," Brian said.
     That brought back the tears.  I knew I had to get out of there.
Amanda gave me a hug, and I told them I was leaving.  Walking back to my
apartment, I reviewed the past few days in my head.  I thought about having
to come out to the whole school.  I didn't know if I could face it.  The
more I thought about it, the more I got upset.  When I finally got to the
apartment, I had tears running down my face.  I slowly walked up the steps,
hoping that there wasn't anyone in the apartment.  Unfortunately, that
wasn't the case.
     Roland was there on the couch, playing his Nintendo 64, as usual.  He
looked up and must've noticed something wrong.  He paused his game.
     "What's up dude?" he asked.
     "Nothin'," I stammered.  I wiped the tears off my face and sniffled.
     "Bull shit dude.  What's up?"
     I just lost it by then.  I hadn't gotten much sleep, and I was
emotionally drained.  I just slumped down next to Roland and started
sobbing.  I couldn't understand why I was.  It was horrible.  I'm usually
very non-emotional.  I don't like showing sad emotions.  And when I do cry,
it's because things just build up and I have a breaking point.
     Roland looked at me in shock.  "In the three years I've lived with
you, I've never seen you cry."  I smiled through the tears at that thought.
"Yeah, I've never seen you cry either."
     "Well, you're gay, your supposed to show your emotions!
Congratulations!"
     I had to laugh at that line.
     "Ro, can I have a hug, please?" I asked.  "I really could use one,
man."
     Ro and I have a very strong and good relationship.  He is straight,
and I know that, but he's one of the coolest straight people in the
gay-straight relationship regard.  He's also deprived of physical contact,
at least that's what I think.  He seemed to be very physical at home, his
whole family does, and when he's down here, he gets almost none at all.
So, we've hugged each other before.  We've even cuddled up before watching
the X-Files, which was an interesting night.  We didn't do a damn thing but
hold each other, actually, me hold him.  Nothing was said afterwards, but
there was no awkward moments either.  We just went on normally.  I have to
say that I could be attracted to my roommate if I really wanted to be, but
I am proud to say that I have enough self control not to look at him in
that way.  I haven't for three years, and don't intend to now.
     "Sure, man," he said, reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my
shoulders.  I just rested my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat.
There was nothing romantic about this at all.  I didn't feel anything but
strength and protection from that embrace.
     "Did Kevin tell you what happened to me and Dan?" I asked him.
                                                                                "Sort
of, I 'm surprised you didn't' tell me last night," he said.
     "Well, I had a lot of things on my mind and things that I had get
done.  I would've, but I didn't have time.  But I'll tell you now."
     "Kev told me that you and your new man, Dan, were seen kissing in the
parking lot of Bunce by friends of yours and his."
     "Yeah, that's the jest of it."
     "You dork, why did you go and do that?" he asked, laughing.
     "I'm still not sure why I did," I answered.  "Hormones had a lot to do
with it."
     I sat up breaking the hug.  "So what now?" he asked.
     "Well, I just ran into a few friends who saw it.  Some of them are
cool with it, some are publicly humiliating me, however.  That's why I'm in
the condition I am now."
     "I see," Ro said, getting up off the couch.  "I wish I could stay
longer, but I gotta be at a group meeting in 10 minutes."
     "It's okay, man," said, lying down on the couch.  "I'm okay."
     "Cool," he said.  "You'll survive.  I know you will."
     "Thanks."
     With that, he left.  I turned on the TV, watched a few music videos,
and finally got up the strength to eat lunch.  Thank god for microwaves!  I
whipped up a Philly Cheese steak hot pocket, and enjoyed every bite of it.
I sat down again in the living room, and watched more MTV. Kev came home
soon after.
     "Hey Joe, how you feeling?" he asked.
     "Okay," I answered.  "I could be better, but I think I'll survive."
     We talked about what had happen to me, and what could happen to me.
     "Let's go catch a smoke," I said.
     "Sure!" Kev said, as he jumped up off the couch, opening the door.  I
smiled at his enthusiasm all for nicotine.
     "So, has your Fraternity heard yet?" I asked.
     "Not that I've heard, but you know Jon's girlfriend is an RTF major.
She might have heard and spill the beans."
     "Yeah, I know how that goes.  I think twenty more people found out
today just because of the scenes that Brian and Kris made.  I wonder how
poor Dan is making out."
     "Well, whatever happens, I'm here for you, man.  I may make fun of you
a lot of the times, but I'm always watching your back." Kev said, taking a
drag.
     "Thanks," I said, looking at my watch.  "Oops.  I missed my 2PM
class."
     Kev just laughed.  "I think you have a good reason to miss it this
time though."
     "Yeah, I guess," I answered.
     Just then, there was a knock on the front door.  I put out my
cigarette, and ran down the steps (as I usually do).  I opened the door,
finding my man standing outside the apartment, looking scared, but cute.
     "Dan, come in!" I said, walking up the stairs.
     "Hey, Joe," he said in a low voice.
     "Have any run-ins like I did?" I asked sitting down on the couch,
motioning him to sit next to me.
     "No, not really, surprisingly.  I did see one kid from TV, George, who
told me it was cool, as long as we didn't do much in front of him.  I guess
the real test will be when we go to TV class tomorrow," he said.
     "Yeah, I know what you mean," I said, putting my arm around him.
     "Oh, Joe,"he suddenly said, throwing his head into my chest, and
wrapping his arms around me. "I'm so scared man," he said.
     I ran my hand through his hair, caressing it gently, and kissed the
top of his forehead.  "Just remember, I'm always here," I said, softly.
     Kevin walked in at that moment.  "Hey, Dan.  Are you hangin' in
there?"
     "Yeah, I am trying to," he said, lifting himself back up and sitting
straight up.
     "Cool, man."
     "Hey, man, you wanna go to my apartment?  MY roommates won't be home
tonight, and we'll be away from campus?"
     Away from campus never sounded better to me in my life.  I smiled, and
said, "yeah!".
     "Cool, let's go!" he said, grabbing my hand.  I followed him down our
steps.  I broke the hand hold when he opened the door.  We walked to his
car, and drove away from college, leaving our troubles there for a short
time.


Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 20:24:33 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part IV

Well, surprisingly, I did it!  I wrote Part IV in a day.  I like writing
this story.  It's fun!  Unfortunately, this will be the last part I post
for a while. I have other things to do in my life! But anyway, I hope you
enjoy it.  As usual, no one under 18 is supposed to be reading this.  I
also have to recommend that if you can't handle two grown men loving each
other, then you should get out of here too.  And last but not least, I'd
like to say to Tom, Hang in there, man.  You'll make it.  Now on with

Dan, The Man IV
     
Dan gunned the engine, as if to say, "Look out!  Here we come!"
     I giggled at thinking that.  He turned his head and smiled at me.  He
put his right hand out, and I took it in my left, interlocking our fingers
together.  I smiled at him.  The radio was playing softly in the
background.  Music sometimes is therapeutic.  In trouble, I sometimes
forget how music can be so relaxing.  Although it has to be the right kind
of music, if you know what I mean.  I closed my eyes and just hummed along
with the song.
     "You like this song?" he asked, driving along.
     "Mmm hmm." I answered, still in my own little world, with my man.
     "Cool, so do I," he said, softly.
     We both just listened to song, which was "Glory of Love" by Peter
Cetera, from back in 1986, I can still remember that summer.  I think it
was one of the first summers I really started listening to the radio.  I
don't know what it was about that song, but I still love it to this day.  I
didn't think of it as a romantic song, it was just a good song to listen
to.  But now, it seemed to take a totally new level.
     By the time it was over, we were at his apartment.  Talk about perfect
timing.
     "You've never been here, have you Joe?" he asked, as we got out of his
car.
     "Nope.  I'm anxious to see where you live," I said.
     He laughed and said, "Yeah, well, it's not the cleanest apartment,
I'll warn you that right now."
     "Oh, com 'on, man," I said.  "You've seen my apartment.  Can't be much
worse than that."
     He stopped in his tracks to think.  He looked up in mock thought and
said, "Yeah, now that you mention it."
     I slapped him on the back of the shoulder and said, "yeah, yeah, yeah,
get moving!"
     Dan opened the door to his apartment.  It wasn't too impressive, but
it wasn't disappointing either.  It was your typical college-type
apartment, walls decorated with movie posters (Dan was a film nut).  It had
two bedrooms, with two people living in each.  It was an upstairs apartment
and had a balcony in the front of it with a sliding glass door to go
through.  I looked around a little.
     "Nice pad you got here," I said.
     "Yeah, I like it.  It's home for me," he said, walking over to the
front and opening the sliding glass door.  He lifted up a cigarette from
his pack, and asked, "Smoke?"
     Even though I knew I wanted to quit, and even though I knew that it
was bad for me, I still caved in and said , "Yes."
     After a minute of silence, I said, " You know, this place isn't half
bad!"
     "Yeah, it's home for me," he said, smiling.  God, he looked so sexy,
blowing the smoke out of his mouth.  It took all my strength to not reach
out and grab him right there.  I just blushed and turned away.
     "What?" he asked, grinning.
     "Nothing," I said, smiling, but still not looking at his face.
     "No, something's up, Joe, I can tell!" he said.
     I just laughed and looked at him straight in the eye.  "Yeah, you
better believe it!"
     "Mmmm," he responded, taking another drag.  "You fuckin' tease," he
muttered.
     "No more than you are," I said, taking a drag myself.
     He just laughed.  I felt like teasing him some more.  I lifted up my
shirt to reveal my smooth six pack to him.  (I was very proud of this
feature).  His eyes got wider for a moment, and his mouth was half open.
     "I'd like some of that," he said in a low, sexy voice that got me
going.
     I threw the cigarette out and went back inside, never looking away
from him, giving him the best look of seduction I could do.  He smiled,
chucked his cig, and came inside.
     "No roommates?" I asked, lifting up my shirt.  I didn't care if they
were there or not really.  I was hot and hard already.
     "Nope," he said, coming over to me, and taking the shirt off for me.
His hands were soon wandering all over my chest, feeling every inch,
teasing each of my nipples.  I let a moan slip out.  He bent over slightly,
and started kissing and sucking my neck.  Each suck became harder, I knew
what he was trying to do.  I didn't care at this point though.
     "Yeah," I hissed in pleasure. "Suck on my neck, Dan."
     With that, he sucked harder, almost painfully.  He finally let go.,
looking back into my eyes.
     "Uh, dude,"he said.
     "You left a mark, didn't you?" I asked.
     "Yeah, it's not too dark, but it's there," he said, rubbing the area.
     "Cool," I said.  He continued licking my neck, up to one of my ears,
which drives me crazy.  He sucked on my ear lobe.  I had my hands around
him at his point, feeling his back.  I slowly moved them down to his ass,
feeling the two mounds, and finally slipping my hand down between his jeans
and his briefs. He seemed to like that.  We continued to make out, and
finally made it to the sofa somehow.  I pushed him down.
     I grabbed his shirt, slipping it up over his head.  I immediately put
my head near his chest, licking it lightly as I rubbed his nipples.  He
shuttered.  I gently licked the left one, and gradually began sucking on
it.  Then I moved to the and did the same.  He pulled me up and kissed me,
very passionately.  I used my tongue, probing his mouth, as he did mine.
His hands, meanwhile, worked there way down my bare back, down to my butt.
     Nothing was said, but soon we were naked as the day we were born, me
on top of him, slowly thrusting our dicks into one another.  It was hot, I
was sweating hard as was he.  I slowly worked my way down again to his
cock, and took it in my mouth.  He gasped when I put my mouth around it.
     "Aw, yeah, Joe.  Suck it," he said, airily.
     I answered by sucking it harder and faster.  I then licked my way down
to his balls, licking them, and then taking one completely in my mouth.  I
stroked his cock while I sucked on his balls.  He was shaking by now in
pleasure.
     "Aw, man let me suck you while you suck me," he said.
     I got up, took my pants off, and we found ourselves in a perfect 69
position.  It was almost too much for me.  His mouth felt so good on me,
warm, soft and moist.  And I was having the time of my life, sucking on his
hard, hot cock.  We kept this up for a while, each of us moaning with our
mouths full.
     He put his hand on my balls at one point, which was about to send me
over the edge.  I did the same, and it was evident that he was close too.
I honestly could feel his balls pull up close to his body.  He let my dick
out of his mouth for a second.
     "Joe, man, I'm close."  For some reason I wanted to see him shoot a
load.  I took his dick out of my mouth.
     "Dan, I want to see you shoot your load all over my chest, babe," I
said, repositioning myself.  He got up on his knees and straddled me.  From
this reaction, I took it that he thought it was cool.
     "Yeah?  You want me to shoot my fuckin' load all over your smooth
chest?" he said, huskily.
     "Yeah, dude, cum on me" I said, taking his balls in my hand as he
started jerkin' off his cock.
     I watched him intently, his face showing deep concentration.  I saw
and felt his body tremble.  I was stroking my cock as well, very close too.
His eyes busted open, looking down at me.  "I'm gonna shoot, man.  Oh,
fuck, man, I'm gonna cum all over you," he said.
     At that moment, semen fired out of his cock like a rocket..  It flew
straight up in the air, and landed on my chest.  Dan was moaning, loudly, I
might add as he shot three more spurts up in the air, each of the landing
on my chest.  It was too much for me, and I began to shoot too.  He was
back far enough that my cock was in front of him, and I shot it on my
chest, mixing it with his.  He watched me shoot four shots on to my chest.
     After it was all done, I was exhausted.  Dan just looked at me,
rubbing his cum with mine on my chest.  He got off the couch after a few
minutes, and looked for something to clean it up with.  He came back with a
towel, which I gladly accepted.  I smiled at him as he cleaned off my chest
and my cock.  He then cleaned off his own., set the towel down, and slid in
right next to me, him in back of me.  We were face to face.  I put my arms
around him, and kissed him on the lips.  He put his arms around me, and we
kissed again.
     He smiled.  "So, Joe, the Man can shoot a load like nobody else's
business!" he said.
     I grinned.  "I've never seen someone shoot a load like that."
     "Yeah, neither have I, except me," Dan said, laughing.  He nuzzled his
face down and rested his head on my upper chest.
     It was perfect.  So comfortable, and comforting to lie like that with
him.  He seemed to be very peaceful like that.  We just laid there,
enjoying each other's company, and warmth.  Pretty soon, I fell asleep.
     The next thing I knew, I woke up, with Dan still holding me, but with
a pair of eyes on me.  I gasped and shook, which woke up Dan.
     Dan woke up and looked up. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, sitting up.
     "So, I guess what I heard to day was true?" the guy asked.  He looked
familiar.  I assumed it was one of Dan's roommates.
     Dan quickly through my boxers that were on the floor at me, and ran
into his room.  His roommate, looking embarrassed, went into his bedroom.
I wasted no time, and pulled up my boxers, feeling my face heat up.  I got
up, and put my jeans and shirts on, when Dan walked out of his room, in a
pair of jeans and (I assume) underwear).
     "What's he doing home?" he asked me, sitting on the couch next to me.
     I knew he wasn't really asking me.  His roommate came out then,
hearing Dan's voice, and sat down in the chair next to the couch, angled
toward the TV.
     "I live here, that's what I'm doing home," he said.
     "Yeah, but you weren't supposed to be home until at least ten, you
said.."
     "I know, and I'm sorry."
     "Oh, by the way, Joe, this is my roommate, Chris.  Chris, this is Joe,
the Man," Dan said.
     I grinned whenever he said my name like that, and this time was no
exception.  I held out a hand to shake his.  I was relieved when he stuck
out his hand and we shook, very firmly.  (I always believe in firm
handshakes.  Some people say it's too firm).
     "Nice to meet you.  I think I've seen you on campus before.  Weren't
you in one of my classes?"
     "That's where I know you from.  Yeah!" I exclaimed.  "A few semesters
ago, in Persuasion."
     That was the class that I first saw Dan.  "Yeah," he said.
     "Dan, I heard a rumor today," Chris started.  Dan shot him a look.
     "Yeah?" he asked.
     "And you just confirmed it," Chris said.
     "Fuck," Dan said out loud.  "Fuck!"
     Chris looked a little worried.  "Dan, it's okay. I don't care.  I'm
cool with it.  This is the nineties after all," he said, getting up,
walking towards the kitchen.
     I just had to ask this question.  "Who did you hear it from?"
     "Uh, a guy in my film class, Kris Loyes."
     "Yeah, what did he have to say about?" Dan asked, with an annoying
tone of voice.
     "Oh, he had plenty to say about it.  The whole fuckin' class knows,"
he said, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.
     "WHAT?" Dan and I both yelled.
     "He said he had just passed to faggots in the hallway," he said,
coming back into the living room.
     Dan and I looked at each other, and hung our heads in shame.
     "Like I said, before, I could care less.  I'm just surprised to see
that it was actually true," he said, taking a sip.
     "Well, at least my roommate accepts me," Dan said to me, getting up
and walking to the balcony.  I followed.
     "Yeah, that's a start," I said.
     "Chris, are you coming with us?" he asked.
     "Sure, always up for a smoke," Chris answered, grabbing his beer
walking out.
     Dan and I stood on one side, Chris stood on the other.  Dan was
beginning to tense up again.  I could see it in his eyes and in his stance.
We had discussed this before about who knew and who didn't.  He had come
out to his best friend from high school, and a few close friends at
college.  But that was it.  He wasn't out as much as I was, which wasn't
too much more than he was.  My immediate family knew and my close friends
did.
     "So, Dan. I must say you did a good job hiding this side of you from
us," Chris said.
     "Yeah, I tried.  I'm glad it worked.  And to think that I blew it all
with one kiss," he said.  That didn't make me feel very good for some
reason. I kept quiet.  He looked at me, though, and sensed something was
wrong.
     "I didn't meant to make it sound like that, man.  I mean, I didn't
want to come out like that.  I didn't want to do it that way," Dan said,
sounding emotional, with tears in his eyes.
     I still didn't move a muscle.  That comment he made before was
affecting me more than I expected it to.
     "Aw, fuck, Joe, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you.  I just can't
believe we did that!"
     I gave in, knowing exactly how he was feeling, since I was feeling the
same way.  I patted him on the back, and said, "Don't worry, Dan.  I
understand.  I can't understand why we did that either.  We should've
waited, we should've been more careful.  But fuck, man, it isn't fair!"
     I now had tears in my eyes in anger.
     "Why can't we be like everyone else?" Dan asked., now quietly sobbing.
"Why do we have to hide it?"
     Chris stayed silent, but kept his eyes on us.  I put my arm around
Dan, trying to give him comfort.  He put his arm round me, too.  Chris
looked a little awkward at this.
     "Chris, is this making you feel awkward?" I asked.
     "To tell you the truth, yeah.  I mean, I accept Dan and you, but it
takes a little time to get used to the idea.
     I took my hand away from Dan.  I didn't want to push my luck with
Chris.  He was better than some people.  I couldn't expect him to be like
my roommates all of a sudden.
     "Dan, man.  I'm sorry for what ever you have gone through so far, man.
I don't know what to do or to say.  I'm hear for you, though.  If you need
someone to cover you, I'm there," he said, coming over and patting Dan on
the back.
     Our cigarettes done, we went back inside.  "Man, I'm hungry," I
blurted out, suddenly feeling my stomach growl.
     "Yeah, so am I."  Dan agreed.
     "So, let's eat!" I exclaimed, a smile coming back to my face.
     "Where?  We don't have any food," he said, smiling at Chris.
     "Don't blame that on me!" Chris said, holding up his hands in defense.
     I laughed.  "Well, do you want to go out then?"
     "I guess I have no choice," he said.
     We talked more and decided we were going to go swing by my apartment
to see if anyone wanted to go out with us.  Chris backed out, being that he
already had plans.  We both sort of cringed when we drove back on campus,
but we made it into the apartment without getting assaulted.
     "Yo, Ro and Kev," I said, as I entered the living room.  "Wanna go to
Friendly's for dinner with Dan and I?"
     "Uh, sure!" Kev said.
     "Nah, man, I already ate," Ro said.
     "Okay, well, let's go."  Kev, Dan, and I walked out of the
apartment. I was chosen to drive.
     "Do you want to suicide seat?" Kev asked.
     "What?" asked Dan, chuckling.
     "Do you want to suicide seat?  You know, the front passenger's seat?"
     Dan laughed harder.  "Yeah I guess so."
     "It's your life," Kev said.
     "SHUT UP, I'm not a bad driver," I said, unlocking the doors with the
power switch.
     "That's what you think," Kev said as he got in the back seat.
     "I'll be the judge of that," Dan said, getting into the front.
     We all got in and made our way to Friendly's.  I was secretly worried
that there would be someone there we would know.  But I put that in the
back of my mind. We walked out of the car.  I immediately saw someone that
I knew, but couldn't remember from where.  He started to walk over with his
friends, who looked like they were leaving.  He never broke eye contact
with me.  Dan was watching and so was Kev.  I knew this couldn't be good.
     "Hey Joe," he said.  I now knew him.  I used to work with him a long
time ago in Telecommunications.  He was a racist pig, and was very
opinionated.  Judging from that, I knew that he was not up to anything
good.
     "hey," I said, nervously.  Dan stood right behind me, and Kev stood on
the side of me.
     "How's Telecommunications?" He asked.
     "Ah, same old shit.  How have you been?"
     "Pretty good,.  I graduate this year," he said, proudly.
     "Cool, man!  Congratulations!" I said.
     "Well, nice to see you, man.  I'll talk to you later," he said,
walking out with his friends.  I saw both Kev and Dan relax a little.
     "Man, I can't tell you how much this is bothering me," Dan said, as we
continued walking to the door.
     "Yeah, I know what you mean," I agreed.
     We got our table, smoking of course, and ordered.  Fortunately, there
was no on ewe eerily knew there.  So we felt safe, for the moment.  It is
not a good feeling to walk around with.  It makes you more paranoid.  I
hate feeling that way.  I could tell I was going to get drunk again
tonight.
     The rest of the meal went fine, we talked about shit about life,
nothing in specific, and more importantly nothing in regards to preference.
Unfortunately, Kevin had to screw that up.
     "Oh, man, I was talking to some of the brothers at the house today,"
Kev said, pausing from eating his sundae.
     I gave him a look of did you have to bring that up now.
     "No, no, man, it's cool.  Not all of them know, only some of them,,
like Chaci, Ben, Steve, and Andrew.  And get this?  All of them are pretty
cool with it."
     I sighed.  Dan sighed.  "Well, that's cool.  Make sure they don't tell
anyone else," I said.
     We dropped the conversation, and headed back home.  Dan and I had to
part for the evening.  It was harder than ever before for some reason.  I
really wanted him to stay and just hold me for comfort, but I knew it was
better if he didn't, since I had an early class tomorrow morning.  We
kissed and hugged good night.  And that was it.
     I had to walk over to the Music Building to practice the piano, as I
did normally every other night.  Or at least I tried to do it every other
night.  It wasn't quite dark out yet, but it was getting there.  I saw some
friends on the way, they acted like nothing was wrong, so I thought it was
a good indication.  Unfortunately, my luck ran out, or so I'm told.  The
last thing I remember is seeing Kris's face and his voice saying, "Hey look
guys, there's that faggot I was talking about.."  Next thing I knew I was
on the ground, with my lip bleeding, with Kris standing up over me.
     "Hey little buddy," he said.  "You know, you're going to hell for
being a homo, right?  I'm just helping you get used to it now."  I grimaced
in pain.
     He kicked the side of me, and I knew he broke a rib.  I cried out in
pain, but didn't shed any tears.  I was praying to god that he would leave.
He did.  After kicking me in the other side.  I laid there for a while,
waiting for someone to walk by the path.  It was a traveled path, but not
really busy.  I was in pain, and the tears started falling.  I got up, the
best I could, and started walking.  I finally saw someone.  My vision was
blurry because of my tears, and I screamed out.
     He came running towards me.  It was Neil.  I cried out in pain.
     "Joe?  Joe?  Oh shit, what the hell happened to you?" he yelled.
     I tried to talk, but I couldn't.  It hurt every time I took a breath,
and I tasted blood as it slowly dripped down the back of my throat. His
face explained it all to me how I looked.  Pretty bad..
     "Joe, man, I 'm gonna take you to the hospital," he said, picking me
up in his arms.
     Despite all the pain, I was still surprised he was able to do that.
He was really strong.  He carried me to Mansion Park.  I told him very
painfully to tell my roommates and ask them if they wanted to come along.
And more importantly to call Dan.  He dropped me off to his car, and ran to
my apartment.  (we lived in the same complex).  I closed my eyes in pain,
next thing I knew, Ro and Kev were in the back seat, and we were off.
     Kev and Ro were asking questions, I could barely answer them, let
alone barely breathe.  It hurt so much.  Neil's expression however sort of
scared me.  He looked very caring, however, very vengeful and very angry at
whoever did this to me.  I could tell he really cared about me, as did my
roommates.
     We got to the hospital in record time, thanks to Neil's ROUGH driving,
and I almost passed out.  They went inside, and I was brought in with a
stretcher.  I couldn't tell what was going on.  I heard a voice, just
before they took me in to the emergency room.
     "Joe!" he screamed.  I knew it was Dan.



Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1999 15:40:24 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part V

Hey reader!  This is part V to the series Dan, The Man!  I'm a little lost
right now, because I created a situation I know little about.  So, bear
with me, and hopefully I'll be able to write about it.  I also have to tell
you to get out if your under 18 and if you don't like the fact that two men
can actually love each other.

Dan, The Man V
                                 
(This next section is going to be told from a third-person point of view
because it wouldn't make sense for me to tell it if I wasn't there to
experience it).

     "Oh shit," Kevin said, as Neil ran out the door.
     "What?" asked Ro from upstairs.
     "Joe just got attacked on-campus, man.  He's pretty beat up.  That guy
is going to take him to the hospital.  I think we should go," Kev said,
running up the stairs.
     "Okay," Ro said, turning off the TV, grabbing his jacket.
     They ran out to Neil's car and they were off.  Neil informed them on
how he found Joe, not exactly knowing what happened, since Joe wasn't in
the mood to tell him obviously.  Kev and Ro just listened, occasionally
looking at Joe in the front passage's seat, bloody and weak.
     They got to the emergency room.  It wasn't a complete emergency, Neil
was sure of that.  Joe was beat up, but he wasn't dying.  After all, he was
still conscious.  They rushed him into the emergency room, he received
prompt care.  Ro took Joe's wallet out of his back pocket, which had Joe's
health insurance card in it and signed him into the hospital.  Kev called
my parents and Dan.
     "Mrs. E," Kevin said into a payphone.  "I don't know how to say this,
but Joe's in the hospital. " Joe's mom was in a panic.  She and Joe's
father would be down as soon as they could.
     The next call was more difficult for some reason.  "Dan?  This is
Joe's roommate, Kevin."  Pause.  "Joe's in the hospital, man" Pause.
"Yeah, I think he got attacked on campus tonight."  Pause.  "Yeah, man,
please come down."
     Kev went over to Neil and Ro, sitting down next to them.  "I called
them," he said.
     Neil was still visibly upset by the whole thing.  He started to talk.
     "You know, whoever did this to Joe, is going to have his ass beat!" he
said, firmly.
     Kev and Ro just nodded at him.
     "What would make someone do this to him?  He is just another human
being!  He's human, after all!  He's not an animal, he's human!  He's no
different than anyone else!" he continued.
     Ro answered, "I know, man, it isn't fair."
     They sat in silence. Kev saw Joe's parents run in to the room.  He
went over to them and explained what was going on.  It was going to be a
long night.  Dan showed up, and the three had agreed it would be better not
to tell just who Dan was yet to his parents.  Soon, they got word that Joe
was all right, he wasn't too bad, just a minor concussion.  Luckily, his
ribs were not broken, unlike Joe told you before.  He was just
overreacting. :) But, Je was a strong guy, the Doctor said.  Dan smiled at
that.  They would be keep Joe for another day or two to observe him, but
not in intensive care, just a regular hospital room.
     They moved him there.  Joe's friends and parents made it to the room.
It was horrifying to see Joe, with a bloody lip, in a hospital bed, with an
IV hooked up to him.  Soon after, it was time for the visitors to leave.
Joe's parents went first, followed by Kev and Ro.  Neil and Dan stayed for
a little bit longer.
     "He didn't deserve this," Dan said, in a low voice.
     "No one would deserve this," Neil said.  "It sucks.  I mean if my
brother ever got this treatment, I think I would be ready to kill."
     Dan looked at Neil, who was intense and serious.  "I'm glad you're on
our side, Neil.  Thanks for finding Joe, let alone rescuing him.  I really
don't know how to thank you," Dan said, eyes beginning to water.
     "Aw, man, it wasn't anything.  I was just looking out for a friend,"
Neil said, pulling Dan in for a hug.  Dan gladly accepted it, needed one.
They embraced for a few seconds.
     Neil had to get going, though.  Dan stayed behind a little longer,
sitting in a chair, watching over his man, Joe, the Man.
     "Baby, please get better," he said, softly, rubbing Joe's hand.  "I
love you."
     "Sir, I'm sorry, you'll have to leave now," a nurse said, coming in to
check on Joe.
     "What?" Dan said, louder.
     "Visitor hours are over," she said, inspecting Joe.
     "But, I wanted to stay with him," he said.
     "I'm sorry, sir, rules are rules."
     Dan started crying, softly.  "Please, let me stay with him." he
pleaded, almost in a whisper through his tears.
     The nurse looked at Dan, startled.  "Uh, sir, I can't.  I'm sorry."
     "But, please, ma'am. I don't want him to be alone tonight.  I need to
stay with him," he said.  Dan knew he was sounding pathetic and taking the
chance of revealing their relationship to her, but he didn't care. This was
for Joe, damn it.  And he wasn't about to leave his side just because of
some rule!
     The nurse stopped and thought.  "I'm sorry....I can..."
     "Aw," Dan whined.  "I just want to be with him" he said, tears running
down his cheeks.
     The nurse, came over to Dan, giving him a Kleenex.  "Okay, fine.  You
can stay," she said in a soothing voice.  Her work being done, she turned
to leave.  As she was leaving, she said, "When he wakes up, tell him, he's
a very lucky guy to have you."  She smiled and winked at Dan.  Dan thanked
her, and sat back down in the chair, holding Joe's hand.

(And now back to the original narrator, Joe!)

     I woke up, not knowing where I was.  I didn't open my eyes at first.
I could hear a beep beep beep noise.  But more importantly, I woke up with
the sense that I wasn't alone.  Mainly, because, someone was holding my
hand.  I opened my eyes.  There he was, Dan, the Man.  My hero.  I smiled.
     "Hey, cutie," he said, softly.
     "Hi," I croaked.  I had a sudden pain from my lip, obviously because
it had been cut.  I winced.
     "Oo..man, you don't have to talk. Just rest right now, babe.  I'll be
here for you," he said.
     For some reason though, I didn't want to go back to sleep.  I wasn't
exactly tired.  I wanted to know more.
     "Dan, how bad is it?" I asked, knowing he would know what I was
talking about.
     "Not as bad as I thought it would be. Your ribs are not broken, after
all.  But your body is bruised.  And, he did give you concussion."
     That would explain the splitting headache I had.  "But it's gone down.
Actually, the doctor said you'd probably be out of here in a day."
     "How long have I've been here?"
     "Oh, just about 4 hours," He said.  "They took you in the ER, looked
you over, and put you in here to make sure there wasn't any other damage to
your cute body."
     I smiled, even though it hurt.  Suddenly, Dan had a serious look on
his face, and started to cry.  I held his hand as hard as I could.
     "Dan, it's okay, babe.  I'm all right, I'm not in too much pain.  I'll
be okay," I said, in a soothing voice to him.
     He just held my hand and leaned up and kissed me on the forehead.  I
suddenly felt tired again, and drifted back into sleep.
     I woke up with the sun in my eyes, coming through the hospital window.
I looked around my bed to see Dan, sitting next to me, asleep in the chair.
He looked so cute sleeping.  I didn't really want to disturb him.  I looked
at my watch, which was amazing still on my wrist 9AM.  It was a weekday as
far as I could remember, and I was wondering why he wasn't in class.  I
started to worry about that.
     "Dan," I said, softly.  "Dan?"
     He slowly stirred and woke up.
     "Huh?" He said, opening his eyes.
     "Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked.
     He looked at his watch, and shook his head.  "You're more important."
     I was not in the best emotional state, and that for some reason made
my eyes tear up.
     "I had to fight with the nurses to let me stay here over night.  I
wasn't supposed to, but I sort of forced my way, he said, proudly. "By the
way, I think the nurse last night caught on to what we were."
     I smiled at that.  "I don't care. I'm glad you fought for me," I said.
     "And the nurse also told me to tell you that you're luck to have a guy
like me," Dan said with a smile. "Your parents are here.  They were here
last night, but they had to leave, because of your younger brother, and
plus they couldn't have stayed," he informed me.
     "Who called them?"
     "Uh, Kev did.  Ro, Neil and Kev stayed as long as they could too."
     Just then, my parents walked in the room.  They looked happy that I
was awake, but still had a concerned look on their faces.
     "Hey Mom.  Hey Dad," I said, smiling.
     My mom came over to the bed, with tears in her eyes. (Damn,
everybody's crying today).  "Joe, I was SO worried.  Are you alright,
sweetie?"
     "I am okay, a little in pain, mainly in my side and lips.  But, I feel
fine for the most part," I answered.
     "I'm glad to hear that," my dad said.  "We were so worried.  The kids
were worried to."
     "Well, I hope I didn't cause too much worry," I said, suddenly feeling
funny about causing all this worrying.
     "Don't worry about that," my mom said.  They both were looking at Dan.
     "So, honey, are you going to introduce us?" my mom asked.
     I took a deep breath.
     "Mom and Dad," I started.  "I'd like you to meet someone, someone very
special to me."  I looked over at Dan, who got up from his chair
again. "This is Dan.  Dan this is my mom and dad, Mr. And Mrs. E."  (I'm
sorry, I'm not comfortable putting my own name into the story, however, I
didn't feel right changing it either.
     "Well, we met last night, but we can meet again," said Dan, smiling.
     Dan stuck out his hand to my dad first, and shook it.  He did the same
thing to my mom.  My parents had known for about three years, and in the
last two, had really accepted it and had been supportive.  I could tell,
they seemed to take a liking to Dan right away.  I was relieved beyond
belief.
     They all sat down around me, having a conversation about who he was,
what he did, that sort of thing.  They could all see I was doing well, and
that's probably why the conversation drifted.  Then the doctor came in.  He
explained to us all what happened and what I would need to do to
rehabilitate.  He also explained that I could go home by the end of today.
It was obvious I was feeling better, and that there wasn't any further
damage, luckily.  He left shortly after that.  Only to be replaced by
another visitor.
     "Hey!" Neil said as he entered the door.
     "Hey yourself," I said, smiling.
     I introduced Neil to my parents.  They met last night, though.
     "You know, I did save you," he said, smiling.
     "Yeah, I remember that," I answered, laughing, only be replaced by
wincing, because of the pain in my side.
     "Oh, sorry dude," he said.  "I only came by to see how you were doing.
I can't stay long, but I'm glad to see you're awake."
     "Yeah," Dan said, smiling.  "They're gonna let him go home today."
     "Cool!" Neil said.  "Well, I gotta go to class, men.  I'll see you
around," he said, leaving.
     "Neil," I raised my voice.  He turned around and looked in to my eyes.
     "Yeah?"
     I smiled at him and said, "Thanks."
     My parents, Dan, and I talked a little while longer.  Dan did have to
leave, although he didn't want to. I had to practically force him to leave.
My parents seemed to like him.  Dan had the magic to win my parents
over. But that wasn't hard to do anyway.
     I soon drifted off to sleep again, with my parents there.  The next
thing I knew, Lunch was being served.  My mom was still there.
     "Hey, cutie," she said.  "You want any lunch?"
     Come to think of it, I was pretty hungry.  Unfortunately, no matter
how hungry I was, the cut on my lip was interfering with every bite I took,
stinging.  But, I did manage to eat the hospital food somewhat.  Some is
better than none.
     "So, when do I get go back to school?" I asked, knowing the answer.
     My mom laughed.  "I don't know.  First we gotta get you out of here."
     "I know," I said.  "Where's dad?"
     "Oh, he went to work, honey.  But he'll be back after work."
     "Hopefully, to take me home," I said.  "What time is it?"
     "About 2PM."
     "Oh," I answered.  I was missing TV class, and more importantly I was
missing Dan.  I suddenly was a little depressed.
     "You know, I had a shoot today," I said to my mom.
     "Well, I'm sure they'll replace you," my mom said.
     I had the urge to get up and go to the bathroom, then.  I tried to get
up myself.  My mom watched, not moving yet.  I got up, finally. Damn, my
side and stomach hurt.  I walked slowly to the bathroom.  I felt a little
dizzy while I was standing, but I did my business.  I walked back into the
room, with a smile, happy that I accomplished that.
     "Well, at least you can walk now.  That's a start," she said, smiling.
     We talked about school, about Dan, and then watched a Perry Mason show
on TV.  I love classic TV shows.  We had just turned off the TV show when I
heard a knock at the door.
     I saw Amanda's face in the doorway.  "Hey!" she said.
     "Hey!" I said, smiling from my bed.  I sat up in the bed.  She walked
over to me.
     "How are you?" she asked.
     "I've been better, but I'm feeling all right," I answered.
     "Cool.  We missed you in class today.  Or actually, I missed you in
class today.  We had that shoot today. We couldn't get the sound to work,
and we needed you!" she said, smiling.
     "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said, secretly glad that people
appreciated me.  "Who was on camera?"
     "I was," I heard a deep voice say.  I grinned a bigger grin.  Dan
appeared in the doorway.
     "Come in!" I said.
     "Oh, by the way, mom, this is Amanda," I said to Mom.
     They started chatting away, because I had talked about Amanda before
to Mom.  Dan walked in, and kissed me on the forehead. I knew my mom
wouldn't exactly like seeing that, but she appeared not to be too disturb
about that.
     "I brought something from the class," Dan said. It was a card that
they had all signed.  I started to tear up again.
     Just then the doctor came in.  He, Mom, and I talked about my
condition.  It was decided that I could go home now, since I seemed to be
doing well.  I couldn't wait to get out of there to tell you the truth.  It
was getting sort of boring and depressing.
     So, Dan, Amanda and I kept talking while my mom went out to sign me
out and do whatever else she needed to do.  She came back about a half an
hour later.
     "Well, are you ready to go?" she asked.
     I Got up from the bed, and said, "yep!"
     I got dressed with the clothes my mom brought for me.  It was very
painful to put a shirt on, brushing up against my bruised ribs.  But I did
it.
     Dan and Amanda said good-bye to me.  I really wanted to kiss Dan, and
thank him for being there for me, but since my mom was there, I didn't.  We
were soon out of there, and on our way home.  I really did want to get back
to my apartment, and not stay at home.  I really had a hard time convincing
my Mom that I was okay to go back.  And it didn't work.  I went home.
     My brother was waiting at the door for me.  He was fifteen, with
blonde hair, blue eyes, and 5' 11".  He was the typical high school
teenager, and dressed the part too.  He was more athletic that I was,
however, playing football, basketball, and baseball for High School.  He
looked older than me sometimes.  And to be blunt, if it wasn't my brother,
I would say he was a real hottie.  My gay friends have told me that time
and time again.
     I got out of the car, in pain, from moving. I waved to him.  He came
out, and gave me a hug.
     "Hey, Joe.  I'm glad you're home," he said.
     I smiled at him, and said, "Good."
     He laughed.  "How are you feeling?"
                                                                           "Okay,
I trust mom has told you how bad I was hurt," I said.
     "Yeah, you always were a wimp," he said.
     "Hey!" I yelled, then wincing in pain.
     "Well, we'll continue this later," he said.  We went inside the house.
Little by little that day, I felt better.  Dan called me at about 8PM that
night, we talked for a little while.  I soon fell asleep after that.  It
had been a long day.
     In the morning, I still felt very soar, but decided a shower might
help.  My mom had stayed home again from work during the day to make sure I
was okay.  I rested some more on the couch, didn't get much accomplished
that day, but what do you expect?  Roland, Kev, and Ed (another friend from
college) came over for about an hour to visit me too.
     Friday, I was getting restless just sitting around the house.  I knew
I was ready to go back.  The soreness had gone down, as the swelling in my
face from the punch.  I asked my mom in the afternoon if she could take me
back to school.  She was hesitant, but since it appeared that I was taking
care of myself, she agreed.
     I finally got back to MY home, Friday evening.  Kevin was there, and
he helped me carry groceries back up that my mom had bought for me.  We
made small talk on how I was and how I felt.
     After we were done, he gave me a grin and said, "I'm sure you're dying
of one of these." He held up a cigarette and I grinned.
     "Hell yeah," I said, grabbing it form his hand and heading out the
back door.  We talked some more about that terrible Tuesday night, how
scared he was, how I felt.  It was good to be back.  Though I was feeling
better, I was still tired, and went to bed shortly after that.
     Through those days, I was thinking of Dan a lot.  I was very lucky to
have him, and that he showed his concern and support and love to me during
that time.  Tonight, I wanted to call him, but I fell asleep before I
could.
     I was lying in bed, in darkness.  I heard a noise coming from the
living room.  Suddenly, my door opened.  I saw this silhouette of a big man
standing in my door way.  Suddenly, I was afraid.  He came towards me, with
what looked to be knife in his hand.  I recognized his face as he came
closer.  I tried to scream but nothing came out.  I moved my arms in front
of me to protect my face.  I saw him raise the hand with the knife in and
saw it moving down to my face.  I finally screamed.
     I jumped up in bed!  I was really sweating, my shirt soaked.  I was
breathing hard.  Someone knocked on the bedroom door.  For a minute I was
scared.  Ro came in.
     "Dude, you all right?" he asked.
     From my facial expression, he drew the conclusion that I was not.
     "Man, I had the scariest dream," I said, wiping my forehead off.
     "I heard you scream, man.  That's why I came in."
     I was still scared, and breathing heavy.  I didn't want to go back to
sleep.  I was still replaying the dream in my head.
     I looked at my radio clock.  11PM.  I could still feel my heart
pounding against my chest.
     "Ro, I'm so scared.  I never had a dream like that before," I said,
with tears in my eyes."
     "Wanna tell me about it?" he asked, sitting down on the floor next to
my bed.
     "Sure," I said.  I did, and it didn't help any.  I started crying.  Ro
looked at me with a I-don't-know-what-to-do-now look.
     "Maybe you should call Dan," he said, getting up.  Dan!  Shit I forgot
to call him tonight!
     I got up and went to the living room where the phone was. I dialed his
number, there was no answer.  I refused to worry about where he was or if
he was even all right.  I had too much on my mind.  Worrying about him
would only make it worse.
     Ro was getting ready for bed when I walked back into the bed room.  I
walked in a daze back to my bed, exhausted and fell back to sleep.  Only to
wake up, four minutes later, sweating again.
     "Roland," I said.
     Ro rolled over and said "what?"
     "Can I ask you a favor, tonight?"
     "Sure.  But make it quick, I got a fuckin' group meeting tomorrow
morning."
     "Can you sleep with me tonight?"
     "WHAT?" he screamed, leaning over the edge of the top bunk.
     "No, no," I chuckled.  "Can you lie with me?  I can't be alone
tonight."  I knew I was pushing the roommate/friend thing to the limit.
Straight guys don't sleep with gay guys normally.
     Ro sighed.  He started moving, and jumped off the top bunk.  He put a
shirt on and shorts (because he only slept in boxers).
     "Move over, Joe," he said, climbing into bed with me.  I moved over,
thankful that he understood.
     He was on the outside, I was on the inside, next to the wall.  I was
facing the wall, and his back was touching my back.  I wasn't thinking
sexually that night, for once in my life.  I was just concerned about not
being alone.
     "Ro, man, I'm not trying to put the moves on you.  I want to thank you
for doing this for me," I said, sincerely.
     He sighed again and said, "ah, not a problem man."  He turned over and
now was facing my back.  He even put his arms around me, which surprised
the hell out of me.  He sighed again, and said, "Good night, Joe. Don't
worry, I'm here."
     I smiled, and fell asleep in my roommate's arms, feeling safe and
secure.  And wishing he was Dan.


Date: Tue, 3 Aug 1999 06:44:55 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man VI

Hey, what's up?  I hope you enjoy this part of Dan, The Man series.  It's a
long one. I also wanted to thank all the people who have sent me comments,
I appreciated them very much. Again, if you are under 18, you shouldn't
really be reading this.  Also, if, for some reason, you find two college
guys falling in love offensive, then you should go elsewhere.

Dan, The Man Part VI

The Morning

     I woke up, blinded by the sunlight again.  I had forgotten to put down
the blinds again.  Damn!
     Suddenly, I felt the warmth around me.  I remembered then who was with
me.  Roland.  I was still in Ro's arms, with my back against his stomach,
his arms around me.  I suddenly smiled to myself and thought what a good
roommate Ro was.  Then it happened.
     I became aware that my roommate had wood, and it was poking me right
in the butt.  Then I got wood from that, and really got nervous.
Fortunately, I was on the outside of the bed, and jumped out of bed and
practically ran out to the bathroom in the hall.  I felt so embarrassed.
However, it was perfectly natural to have that happen I guess.  Morning
wood that is.
     To my surprise, Ro was still sleeping on my bed when I got back.  He
had to be somewhere at 9.  It was 8 now.  Oh, well, his alarm will go off
any moment.  I went out to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Frosted
Mini-Wheats and went back into the living room and flipped on VH-1..
     The first face I saw on TV was that of none other than Brian of the
Backstreet boys, singing "Quit Playing Games With My Heart".  I sighed out
loud.  I had a weakness when it came to him for some reason.  My roommate
came out to the living room, just waking up.  He saw what I was watching,
and shook his head in hopelessness.
     "What?" I asked, laughing.
     "I have no comment," he said, pouring himself some Raisin Bran, coming
back into the Living Room.
     I just had to tell him how much I appreciated him staying with me last
night.  It was now or never.
     "Hey, uh, Ro," I said, turning towards him to look at him.
     "Yeah?"
     "I just wanted to say thanks for staying with me last night.  Not many
people would risk it with me, now," I said.
     "Oh, come on, Joe.  You're no different than you were before.  I mean,
I have to admit, I didn't feel that comfortable doing it, but you were in
pain, man.  I felt bad for you," he said.
     I just nodded and smiled.  Enough said on that one.  We each took
turns in the bathroom, showering and then he left for his class, and I
turned on my keyboards and the Mac for the first time in a while.  I had a
lot of experiences to inspire me this time.  I couldn't decide which one I
wanted to tackle.  I could have composed an angry tune for Kris, a sad tune
for myself, or a happy tune for Dan.  I just played and fooled around, and
came up with a slow ballad that was happy and yet had some sadness in it
and decided it was to be for Dan, the Man.  My man.  I played around with
it some more, and composed the verse and the refrain in less than an hour.
I was totally satisfied with it, hearing some lyrics in my head as well.  I
knew that I shouldn't try to arrange it right then.  I like to sit on
pieces, wait a while to see if there's anything that I can do to make them
better before I start to arrange them.  So, I saved it on one of the
keyboards and left my bedroom, feeling satisfied.
     The phone rang just as I was walking out of the room.
     "Hello?"
     "Hey, is Joe there?"
     Instead of saying this is he, I felt like playing around with Dan, who
was calling.
     "Uh, I think so, just a sec, let me go see...." Pause.  "Joe," I
called out.  "Yeah?"  "You got a phone call."  "Okay, I'll be right there."
"I got it!"
     "Hello?" I said into the phone finally.
     My gag worked, Dan was laughing on the other end.  "Oh, good old Joe's
back.  Was afraid you might lose some of your corny humor in this ordeal,"
he said.
     "Nah, you're not that lucky," I said.
     Dan laughed.  "Listen, dude," I said.  "I'm sorry I didn't get a
chance to call you last evening.  I forgot to when eight rolled around.
But I did try to call at about 11PM, but no one answered."
     "Yeah, we were out.  It's okay, man.  How are you feeling today?"
     "Better, now that you called," I said.  "Actually, though, I did have
a rough night, man."
     "Well, is it okay if I come over to see you now?  I've been wanting to
see you!"  he said, excitedly.
     "Yeah, right now!" I said, suddenly excited again.  I had been dying
to see him too.
     We hung up and he was over in less than five minutes.  I closed the
door after he came in and we stood and kissed.  I still had a small cut on
my lip, but I didn't care.  I wanted to kiss him so bad.  I knew then that
I was feeling much better. :) We slowly walked up the steps together,
holding hands.  It was our first time being alone since I had gotten out of
the hospital.  We needed that time.
     "So, tell me about this rough night," he said, as he opened the back
door.  I knew the signal for a smoke.  I grabbed my pack and went out back
with him.  I lit his and lit mine.
     "Okay.  Well, I had a nightmare about someone coming into my room with
a knife, trying to stab me.  I couldn't see the face, but the body size
reminded me of Kris.  Right before he stabbed me, I woke up in a sweat,
screaming."  I said, closing my eyes, remembering almost every detail of it
again.  "I get scared, Dan when I'm alone at night," I said.  "I start
thinking about what happened to me the other night, how much it hurt, you
know.  It's not the best memory in the world," I said, taking a drag.
     He wrapped his arms around me, coming from behind, resting his chin on
my shoulders.  It felt so good to be in his arms, to have him guarding me.
I leaned back into him slightly.
     "Babe, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he said, kissing me softly
on the neck.  "But I'll make sure that you're not left alone tonight."
     "Mmm..how are you going to do that?"
     "Mind if I sleep over tonight?" he asked.  I could detect a smile on
his face when he asked that.
     "No, not at all," I said, turning around, kissing him on the lips.
     "OH GOD!"  I heard from inside the apartment.  "Even at Noon!"
     "Shut the fuck up," I said, laughing.
     "Good morning, to you too," Kevin replied.
     "Getting back to the question you asked me," I said.  "I'll have to
ask Ro about it first, but I don't think he'll mind.  He hasn't be...." I
stopped dead in the sentence.  I didn't think it was right to ramble on
about my history to Dan.  Unfortunately, my mouth seems move before I think
sometimes.
     Dan looked a little surprised and hurt.  I took his hand, looked
directly in his eyes.  "Dan," I said.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say
that."
     Dan then grinned.  "Joe, I'd be a fool to think that you had no one
before me.  You're so damn cute.  I know you have a past, and you know I
do.  It's okay," he said.  Then he added, "I might be a little jealous
though."
     I smiled at him and said, "yeah, I might be too."
     Our cigarettes done, we stepped back inside the apartment.  "So, bro,
what do you want to do today?"
     "I don't know," I answered.
     "Do you want to take things slow, after all, you should still be
resting," he said, sitting down on the couch.
     "Nah, I'm bored to death, man!  I need to get out and do something!" I
said, standing up again.
     "Okay, well, how about this?  I need to get some of my film stuff done
this afternoon.  But it shouldn't take long.  How about I go there now, and
the we can go out later this evening."
     I was slightly disappointed to not spend more time with him, but the
thought of going out in the evening was too good to be mad at.  "You know
what we should do, Dan?" I asked.
     "We should go out where we can be accepted for who we are, man.  In
fact, I've made up my mind!"  I exclaimed.  "We're going to Woody's (a gay
bar/club in Philadelphia, PA)!"
     Dan laughed, nervously.  "I don't know about that dude," he said
shaking his head.
     "Why not man?  We keep wanting to find a place where we can be
ourselves.  This is a good one to start with," I said.  "What do you say?"
     Dan thought hard for a moment.  He turned to face Joe again, and
grinned.  "Why not, dude?  Let's go for it," he said, smiling broadly.  God
he was cute when he smiled.
     "Cool!" I said.  Dan got up from his seat, and walked up to me and
gave me a kiss on the lips.  I didn't let the pain from my cut lip bother
me.  This was still too good to be true in my book. I had a boyfriend who
actually was cute and who actually really cared about me as much as I cared
about him.
     "Well, I'll come over when I'm done.  It shouldn't be any later than
7PM," he said, walking out the door.
     "Cool," I responded.  I turned to walk back up the steps, only to turn
back around and yell, "Dan!!"
     Dan turned around and began to walk back to my door.  I closed the
door once he was back in and put my arms around him, and whispered in his
ear, "I love you, man."
     Dan looked awfully relieved when I said that.  Still holding me, he
turned his head and whispered in my ear, " I love you, Joe. More than
you'll ever know."
     We broke the embrace, and I reopened the front door.  "I'll see you at
7," Dan yelled as he walked to his car.  In the corner of my eye, I saw
someone walking towards my apartment from the side.

The Afternoon

     "Hey Joe," the voice said. I turned to meet those beautiful blue eyes
of Neil's.
     "Hey Neil!"  I said.  "How goes it?"
     "It's going fine!  How have you been feeling man?  You're looking
better, dude," he said, looking me over.
     "Yeah, I'm feeling much better, except for this," pointing to the cut
on my lip.
     "That's great, man.  Hey, my Brother is coming down to visit today in
about an hour.  If you don't have anything to do, drop by. I told him about
you and what you went through."
     Wondering what I was going to do for the next five hours was just
answered at least for one of them.  "Sure, man!  I'll drop by like 3?" I
asked.
     "Three sounds good to me," Neil said, smiling.
     "Cool, I'll talk to you later."
     It was only one now.  I was feeling kinda tired, still.  So I went
into my bedroom, and set my alarm for 2:30PM just incase I really did fall
asleep and l laid in bed.  I felt my eyes closing and before I knew it, the
alarm was beeping.  Well, that's one way to kill time, I thought to myself.
Sleep through it. I giggled at my own little thought, corny as it may be.
     Even though I wasn't meeting someone to date, I thought I would at
least make an attempt to look semi-presentable to Neil's younger brother.
I put on a nice pair of 501's and a button down Dockers' shirt.
     I walked over to Neil's apartment, only 10 doors down and knocked on
his door.
     I was greeted with a smaller version of Neil.  And to tell you the
truth, the smaller version of Neil actually looked better than Neil!  Short
brown hair, green eyes, puppy dog eyes, about three inches taller than me,
and about 140lbs.  Needless to say, I was speechless.  I tried to cover it,
but failed miserably.
     "Uh....hey, uh, is Neil around?" I asked.
     "Yeah, he is, I'm his brother Tom," he said, extending his hand.  I
shook it, firmly as always.  He gave me the same in return.  "You must be
Joe," he said.
     "In the flesh," I said, spreading my arms out in display.
     He smiled and said, "Come on in."
     Neil was there and so was another kid, who looked to be Tom's age.
     "Oh yeah, Joe.  This is my boyfriend Steve.  Steve, this is my
brother's friend Joe," he said.
     Steve got up from his chair and walked up to me and shook my hand.
     "Good to meet you, man," Steve said.
     "Hey Joe, would you like a beer?" Neil yelled from the kitchen.
     "Nah, man, thanks, though."
     We got to talking.  I found Tom was a freshmen, going to University of
Delaware, not sure about his major yet.  I also discovered that Steve was
also from U of D and that's where they met.  They had actually met, though,
on a gay chat channel on IRC.  Only to discover that they were on the same
floor of the same dorm in the same wing.  Talk about coincidence!
     Through it all, I noticed, Neil was very supportive of his brother and
his boyfriend.  He was very protective of them.  I couldn't blame him.
They both looked like babies, needing protection.  One small thing that
bothered me, however, was that I was getting glances from Steve that I
really didn't want.  I tried to ignore them, but every now and then I
looked back at him.  Steve wasn't a conventional good looking guy.  He was
handsome, but very innocent and young looking.  I couldn't try to explain
it. He just looked so pure and clean.  Every time I would talk, he would
look at me intensely, trying to pry into my brain, I think.
     Soon we got to talking about Dan, and what I had been through for the
past week.  It wasn't easy going through what happened a few nights ago,
but I made it for the first time without shedding any tears.  I was happy
about that actually.  It was a sign.
     We then ordered pizza and talked some more.  The pizza came and went
by the way of our mouths to our stomachs.  And soon after that, I looked at
my watch.  6:45.
     "Oh shit!" I exclaimed.  "Where the hell the did the time go?"
     "Well time flies when you're having fun," Steve said, looking directly
at me.  "Doesn't it?"
     "Uh, yeah, that's what they say," I said, in a questioning sort of way
of his sanity.
     "Well, Joe, thanks for stopping over and meeting my brother and his
friend," he said, getting up when I got up to leave.
     "No problem, thanks for having me over," I said.  "By the way, Dan and
I are going out for the first time to Philly to Woody's tonight!"
     "Cool," Tom said, smiling.  "We might be stopping in there later,
too."
     "Well, if you do," I said.  "Look for us man!"
     I left the apartment, just in time to see Dan getting out of his car.

The Evening

     "Yo, Dan!" I yelled, before he had a chance to notice me.
     Dan turned around, and smiled when he saw my face.  "Hey, it's Joe.
Joe, the man!" He said, almost running over, walking very fast to where I
was standing.
     "What's up?" I asked.  "How's the film project coming?"
     He laughed.  "Well, I left the project because I was afraid that I
would just throw it out the window.  Not too good, if you must know."
     "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, man.  Do you need more time?" I asked.
Even though I wanted to spend time with him, I wanted him to complete what
he needed to get done.
     "No, another person in my group took over.  It's in his hands now," he
said.
     We went into my apartment.  Kev and Ro were playing the game with
James Bond in it on the Nintendo 64.  Dan's eye's immediately lightened up.
     "Aw, dudes!  You gotta let me play a round," he said.
     "Sure, man, no problem.  We have an extra controller," Ro said.
     "Yeah, Joe, hook it up for him," Kev said.
     "What do I look like?" I asked them in protest.
     "A homo," Kev quickly responded.  "Now plug in the controller for
Dan!"
     Dan chuckled at the whole scene, while I muttered under my breath as I
plugged in the other controller and handed it to Dan.  He played one game
with guys.  Ro dropped out the second time, and I got in.  I won, but I had
a major advantage of having extended life unlike the other guys.  Hey, I'm
not the best video game player, okay?
     An hour had passed, and I had to get ready.  I had to shave, put on a
better shirt, and of course, put my Drakaar (I forget how to spell the
name) on me.  It drove Dan crazy.  Dan stayed out and smoked a cigarette on
the balcony with Kev.
     I came out to where they were.
     "...yeah, Joe can be an ass sometimes," Kev was saying.
     "What?" I asked.
                                                                           Dan
was laughing and Kev was too.  I felt left out for a moment.
     "I was just telling Dan about the time you fell down the steps in the
apartment."
     I laughed along with them.  It was kinda funny.  It was a fun trip
down the steps, I'll have to admit. Not that I would ever hope to do it
again.
     We all walked back into the apartment.  Dan and I went into my room.
     "Well, Dan, where do you want to go eat?" I asked, grabbing my Addidas
Hat and my wallet.
     "Uh, I don't care.  How about something local?" he asked.
     "Sure!  How about the Italian Bistro?  It just opened up a few weeks
ago.  I hear it's' great!" I suggested.
     "Sounds good to me, man."
     "Well, then let's go!" he said.  I started walking out of the room.
"Dude, wait," He said.  I stopped and turn back around.
     He slowly walked towards me with that look in his eye that I've seen
so many times.  I melted in his presence.  He wrapped his arms around me,
and slowly leaned in towards my face.  I closed my eyes, waiting for his
lips to touch mine.  They did, and opened, and we kissed, passionately.  I
let my hands wander over his body.  I felt down to his ass again, cupping
his nice tight cheeks in my hands. He began to moan, softly.
     "Guys, come on!" we heard a voice say from the living room.  "Get a
room!"
     We both stopped what we were doing, and looked at each other and just
cracked up.  I closed the door.  And looked back into his eyes, and said,
"Can I suck you?"
     "What?" he asked.
     "Can I suck you?  I want to suck you, Dan."
     "Aw man, it's too early!  We have to go eat!"
     "Don't give me lame excuses man, come over here," I said in a
commanding voice.
     Dan quietly moved over to where I was standing.  I knelt down in front
of him.  "But, Joe, we gotta go...ahhh!" he exclaimed as I reached in from
the top of the jeans and grabbed his hard cock.
     "I know, but dinner can wait, man. Right now, I want that fuckin' hot
cock in my mouth," I said.
     Dan said nothing as I unzipped his zipper and slowly pulled down his
pants and briefs in one motion.  His cock was so beautiful, as beautiful as
he was.  Perfectly straight, just the right size, the kind you could suck
on all day!
     I took it all in my mouth, grabbing his balls gently as I did.  That
made him moan more, putting his hands on my head, guiding it up and down
his dick.
     "Yeah, man, fuck yeah!  Come on, take all of it....yeah, that's it,"
Dan said, softly as I sucked on it.  Dan did seem to notice that I was
turned on by dirty talk during sex, and had seemed to be doing more and
more of it as we explored more.
     "Come on, man.  You got a great mouth.  I'm gonna shoot soon, if you
keep that up, man!"
     I got bold.  I quickly licked my finger to get it slippery.  As I went
down on his cock, I reached the bottom and thrust in my finger into his
tight ass.  Oh, it felt so good!
     "Aw!!" he cried, and trembled.  I kept sucking, moving my finger and
out of his ass.
     "Aw, that feels good, Joe.  I'm gonna shoot babe!  I'm gonna shoot,"
he said. I felt his body quake as his first load shot out of his cock.  I
took it all in my mouth, never missing a drop.  It tasted unusually good
this time.  I licked my lips and grinned.
          "Aw, yeah. Joe.  That felt so good," Dan said, pulling me back up
with his hands.
      He kissed me, sweetly.  He started making his moves on me.  For some
reason, though, I didn't want it.
     I pushed his hands away from my jeans and looked at his face.  "No,
man.  Not now."
     "What?" he yelled.  "You just did me!"
     "Yeah," I answered.  For some reason I couldn't figure out why I
didn't want it, but I really didn't want it.  "Dan, I don't want you to
right now.  I don't know why.  Maybe it is because I'm still
rehabilitating.  Trust me, though, it has nothing to do with you, man."  I
kissed him softly on the lips.
     "Well," Dan said, disappointingly, "Okay, but I owe you one, remember
that!"
     "Good," I answered.
     We went out to dinner, talking about more things ranging from TV class
to coming out stories.  It was a really good time.  The food was excellent,
and the service was great as well.  When it came time to pay the tip, I was
ready to pay for the whole thing.  Dan grabbed the bill, thinking faster
than I, and wouldn't let me see it once.
     "Aw, man, come on, at least let me pay my share," I complained.
     "Nope, you can pay the tip, though, which is about eight bucks," he
said.
     Eight bucks?  Damn, that's a lot!
     "Okay, Dan, but next one's on me," I answered, laying down the eight
dollars.
     "Cool enough," he said.
     "Ready to go to Philly?" I asked, getting back into the car after we
left the restaurant.
     "Sure, man!" he said, smiling, buckling his seat belt.
     I looked at the clock, which said exactly 10PM.  Perfect timing, I
thought.
     "Ever been to Woody's before?" Dan said on the way there.
     "Yes, several times."
     "How is it there?"
     "I don't know, I've never been there on a Saturday night.  Only on
Wednesday nights.  My friends who I go with are under 21, and that's the
only night they can go," I explained.
     "Oh, I've never been there period.  Actually, I've only been to one
gay bar in my life.  It was horrible.  So small." he said.
     "I feel sorry for you, man," I said, shaking my head in mock
hopelessness.
     "Shut the fuck up," he said, laughing.
     "Boy, you have been hanging around Kevin too long!  That's his
favorite line," I laughed.
     We made it to Philly in about 35 minutes.  We parked in the garage,
and walked down the street to Woody's.  Although I had been there before, I
never went with a boyfriend before.  So, in that regard, it was a new
experience for me, too.
     I don't know what it is, but being in that type of environment, though
a little too party-ish to me sometimes, makes me feel free and happy to be
me.  Dan was a little nervous and a little reserved when we first went in.
There were two floors.  The upstairs had the dance floor on it, with a bar
off in the other room, along with two bars on the dance floor area.
     "Hey, just out of curiosity," Dan asked, as we sat at the large bar
downstairs.  "Does Joe, the Man dance?"
     I smiled, and answered, "Of course!  Do you?"
     "Well, it depends what mood I'm in and how intoxicated I am."
     I laughed at that answer.  "Well, then I guess we're gonna have to get
you drunk."
     I ordered two screwdrivers from the bartender.  Dan gave me a
surprised look.  I handed him one of them.  He smiled and winked, as if to
say, okay, I"ll try it.  As we drank our drinks, I explained to him the
layout of the club, and what they had on various nights.  I took out my
pack of cigs and lit one.  Dan dug into his pockets only to come up empty.
     "Shit!  I left my butts in the car," he said.  "Can I bum off of you
tonight?" he said.
     "Sure, man.  I don't care, as long as you like Menthol Lights," I said
handing him one.
     "Aw, man?  Menthol?  They're the worst kind for you!" he said.
     I smiled and said, "Yeah, I know."
     "I can't believe I'm actually here," he said, looking around him.  I
looked around the room as well.  There were more older guys than younger
guys (as usual), but there was still some good scenery to look at, even
though I knew I shouldn't be.  Dan was looking around too, though.
     "Come on, let's go upstairs," I said, getting up. Dan followed me.  I
stuck out my hand for him to take.  I looked back at him when he didn't.
He looked around him, and realized where he was, and took it with a smile
on his face.  I smiled.
     Ever notice when you're with someone at a bar, you always get looked
at, and when you go alone, you never do?  Well, tonight was no exception.
On our way through the bar room to the steps, I saw about three guys
looking at me.  IT was nice to know, but I had my man...right behind me.
     We made it to the dance floor, which was big, but always didn't seem
big enough.  The crowd was not full yet, but the floor was pretty
populated.  We sat down on the carpeted steps that were on the side of the
dance floor, and sat holding hands, and smoking yet another cigarette.  I
moved in front of him on the lower step, and sat between his legs, laying
my head against his chest.  Dan wrapped his arms around me.  I felt so
safe, so secure, so loved. The beat was getting annoying to me, so I knew I
had to go out and dance or get out of there soon.
     "Wanna dance?" Dan asked.
     "I was just gonna ask you that," I said, standing up.
     "I know," Dan said.  "I'm getting good at judging your actions."
     "Yeah, well..." I said, not knowing what to make of that observation.
     We both went out to the dance floor, and found an open area to start
dancing.  Dan started to dance, not moving much.  I'm sure he felt
uncomfortable.  After all, this was the first time I saw him dance.  But I
wasn't concerned about myself.  I started dancing, just letting the music
flow through me.  That's how I dance.  I've never claimed that I could
dance very well, but then again, I've never been told that I couldn't.  Dan
watched my every movement on the dance floor.  He started getting more
confident.  There was enough room to move around (which I love to do when
I'm dancing) and we moved around each other, never letting our eyes off of
each other.  I was slightly jealous that Dan could swing his hips and shake
his butt better than I could.  But it was highly seductive.  But
apparently, I wasn't doing too bad either, since he seemed to be intrigued
with my hip movement.
     On an impulse, I danced around him, so now that he was in front of me,
with his back to me.  I put my arms, gently around him, and danced up
against his butt.  I only stayed there for a sec, only to crack up
afterwards.  Dan turned around with a surprised look on his face.  He dance
up toward me, and our lips met.  We kissed, our tongues intertwining, on
the dance floor, our hips gyrating together to the music, hands wondering
all over each other's body.  I felt a familiar hardening against my hard
cock.  Which just made me go more wild kissing him.  We broke the kiss, and
started dancing normally again, calming down.
     Soon, Dan wanted to exit for a while, so I followed him and we went to
the bar in the dance floor area.  I decided that since I was driving, I'd
order a coke. Dan ordered a bud.  He put his arm around me, while we were
standing.  I looked up at him and smiled.  He smiled back.  He leaned over
to my ear, and said, "Damn, Joe, you look good tonight, babe!"
     I smiled and blushed.  "Let's walk," I said.

The Night

     Following my lead, we walked around the dance floor, and into the bar
next door to it.  I felt someone grab me, and turned around.  It was my ex,
Steve.  I smiled at him.
     "Hey, Joe!  How are you?" he asked, giving me a hug and a kiss.
     "Great, man!" I yelled back.  I turned to Dan, and introduced him to
Steve.  Steve and I had gone out four months ago, it last for two months.
Dan looked a little jealous, but smiled and shook Steve's hand.  I hated to
admit, but Steve looked awfully good tonight, better than I've ever seen
him before.
     "Man, what did you do?  You look good," I said.
     "Oh, I've been working out and lost some weight," Steve said, proudly.
     "Yeah, it shows, man!" I said, smiling.
     Steve was with his usual group of friends at the bar, and so I
introduced Dan to them.  Dan seemed to be enjoying the looks all of them
gave him. I was showing him off, and he made me proud!
     We soon made our way back to dance floor, and a good dance tune came
on.  We made our way through the crowd and back onto the floor.  We sang
along with the tune, acting the lyrics out as we danced.  It was great.  I
was having the time of my life.  Through the next half hour, we danced,
bumped, grinded, and did everything else that we could do without being
kicked out. :) Which is a lot.  Finally, it was so hot that I decided to
rip off my shirt, which I've done before.  Well, that got some stares,
especially since Dan was all over my chest.  Man, he was driving me wild.
     I was soon out of breath after that, and needed to take a break.
Actually, I was very tired.  Dan noticed this more than I did.
     "Joe, you look beat, man.  I'm having fun here, but we can go if you
want to.  You're still recovering, you know," Dan said, taking a drag of
his cigarette.
     Ever since meeting Steve, Dan seemed a bit tense even though we did
have fun out on the floor.  He still looked like something was on his mind.
     "So, what's on your mind?" I asked.  I got up, and took him by the
hand and we went downstairs where it was quieter to talk.  We sat down at
one of the booths they had.
     "So, what's on your mind," I asked.
     "Well, I mean, I met one your ex's for the first time.  That was a
little weird for me."
     I understood.  "Did I ever tell you about him?"
     "Yeah, you did.  But you never explained why you broke up with him?"
     I lit up a cig, and started the long story.
     "Well, Steve and I went out for about two months.  The first month was
absolutely fantastic," I started.  "He and I got along so well, did so many
things together.  I did notice that he drank an awful lot, but it didn't
seem to affect us in anyway."
     "However, one night, he had drank so much that he was indeed drunk. We
were over at his friends party.  It was sad, because, when he was drunk, he
was a totally different person.  He got nasty, verbally abusive to me.  And
I didn't like it.  I hung in there for three more weeks, until one day we
were out at the bar.  He had too much to drink, and I had a little too much
too.  I said something about his weight.  He took it the wrong way, and
started yelling and cursing at me in public.  It ultimately ended with him
taking a slug at me.  He missed me luckily.  But I had had it with him,
being drunk and abusive.  That was just the icing on the cake, the punch.
I turned around and left him that night.  He called the next day,
apologizing, like he usually did.  But I was through with him.  I was no
longer in love with him.  I kept hanging on trying to keep what could've
been great."
     Dan's expressions were of surprise and anger.  "He tried to hit you?"
he asked, flatly.
     "Yeah, he did," I said, looking into his eyes.
     "That fuckin' piece of flaming shit," he said.
     I took a hold of his hand, and said, "Dan, please.  It's no big deal
to me.  I'm over him.  I've forgiven him.  We hang out every now and then,
still.  He's my friend."
     "Yeah, well, friend's usually don't strike each other," he said.
     I looked down at the table, "Yeah I know.  But he is a great person,
if he wouldn't drink so much.  He's been trying hard not to, and it seems
to be working pretty well.  Although I don't know what he'll do tonight,
being that this is the first time he had seen me with another man," I said.
     "Listen, Joe," he said.  "I know it's not my place to make judgements.
But, I just don't want to see you get hurt."
     "I know," I answered, looking back up at him.
     "So, you want to stay some more?" he said, changing the subject.
     "We really should get going, even though I hate to break up such a
wonderful evening."
     "Don't worry.  As long as I'm with you, I'm happy," he said getting
up.
     "Just keep saying that," I said. "Come on!  One more time on the dance
floor," I said, pulling him with me.
     Dan didn't argue. We went back up and out to the floor.. Steve and his
friends (about four others) were out there, so we danced up to them.  We
all yelled and smiled at each other.  Dan and I got very intimate in front
of them (Dan came up from behind me and started bumping into my ass.  It
turned me on, big time.  However, Steve thought it would be fun to make a
sandwich out of me and boxed me in from his side, putting me in the middle.
I felt a little awkward, dancing with my boyfriend and my ex.  I couldn't
see Dan's face, however, I felt a little hesitation in his rhythm when
Steve came up to me.  I stayed like that for about eight beats and the
broke away.  Steve didn't like that too much.
     He grabbed my arm, and said, "What the fuck is your problem, Joe?  I
was just having some fun!"  He grabbed it real hard, and kept his grip on
me.
     Dan heard him yelling.  I looked at Steve in the eyes.  "Steve, don't
start with me"
     Steve's friends became aware of Steve's condition and started trying
to get him to dance and have fun, telling him to forget about it.  Steve
was in no mood however.  I saw the look in him that I saw that night we
broke up.  I wasn't scared, but I WAS pissed off.
     "Fuck you, Steve."  I said.  I could feel Dan put his hands on my
shoulders.
     "Sorry, been there, done that," Steve said, in a deadpan expression.
     I started to walk off the floor, but Steve grabbed my arm, hard.
"Steve, let go of me," I said, loudly.  I saw Dan in the corner of my eye.
He was moving into the fight.  I pushed him gently back with my free hand.
     "Oh no, man, I'm not letting you go until I'm through with you," Steve
said.
     "Steve, get your fuckin' hand off me," I yelled.  We were causing a
scene on the dance floor but I didn't care.
     Steve came closer to me and Dan stepped in this time.
     "He said to get your hands off of him," Dan said, right in Steve's
face.
     "Oh, fuck off," Steve said.  I knew he was drunk.  Steve returned his
glared towards me.  I escaped his grip.  Dan and I walked off the floor,
with Steve right behind.  Dan grabbed my hand and we went down the steps
and out the door of the club.  I never looked back.
     Steve had made his way outside, too though.  I was surprised he didn't
trip down the steps.  His friends were in back of him.
     "Joe!" he yelled.
     I turned around, and yelled, "Steve, get a life. Okay?  You're drunk,
man!  You're fuckin' drunk.  Get away from me.  Go back and drink your life
away. Okay?  Just go the fuck away," I said, tears in my eyes.  I was
crying because of what Steve was when he was sober, and what he became when
he was drunk.  It was a tragedy.
     Dan put his arm around me as we walked back to the car. I was happy to
see that he wanted to display his love towards me on the streets of
Philadelphia, but too into my own feelings to really care about that now.
I was just glad he was holding me.  I leaned into him, resting my head on
his shoulder as we walked slowly to the car.
     I gave him the keys to my Camry.
     "You drive, man," I said, worn out. I wiped the tears from my face,
and got in the car when he unlocked the doors.
     "Can you believe that?" I asked, as we pulled out on to the highway to
take us home.
     "No, man, I can't." Dan said, quietly, grabbing my hand to hold it.
     "I can," I said.  "Brought back horrible memories. But I'm over it."
     Dan kept quiet, and I knew it was bothering him.
     "I'm sorry, Dan," I said, softly.  "I didn't mean the evening to turn
out this way."
     "It's okay, Joe.  I was having fun," he said, briefly looking at me,
smiling.
     "Look at the road when you're driving my car," I joked.
     He laughed.  "Man, this car is nice!  I think we should take yours out
all the time!"
     "Well, good, that means I'll be driving!"
     "Nah, I won't let you," he kidded.
     We were soon in a good mood, talking about what we did at the club and
how much fun it was.  We avoided Steve completely, which was fine by me.
We soon pulled into the parking lot of the complex.  Luckily, there was a
space right in front of my door (a rarity).  Dan pulled into it.  It was
now 1:30AM.  I was tired, to say the least.
     I got out of the car, slowly.  I dragged my feet along, taking my keys
back from Dan, and unlocked the apartment door.  Before I took my next
step, Dan lifted me up, and took me inside, carrying me up the steps.  I
smiled up at his face, wearily.  He smiled back down, looking very happy.
I opened the door with my hand, and Dan carried me in.
     Roland was up, watching some show.  He looked up at us, and just
laughed.  We all laughed too.  Dan put me down.
     "Hey, Ro, is it all right if Dan sleep with me in bed tonight?" I
asked.
     "Yeah, but if you wake me up because you two are fucking, then I'll be
upset," Ro said, seriously.
     Ro turned to Dan and said, "Plus, it's probably better if you sleep
with him than if I did, like I did last night."  I closed my eyes when he
had said that.
     Dan was taken by surprise at what Ro had said.  He pointed to the room
and said, "Go into the bedroom, Joe."
     I did, fearing what he was going to say.  I knew what it was about.
     "So, you slept with Roland last night?" he asked, sitting down on my
desk chair behind the keyboards.
     I took off my shoes and socks, sitting on the bed.
     "Yeah, he did.  I had that nightmare man, and I didn't want to be
alone.  You weren't home, so I settled for the next better thing," I
answered.  I was too tired to be thinking coherantly, and I knew this would
probably cause some problems.  Damn, Ro and his big mouth.
     "I see," Dan said, sounding a little disappointed.
     "Dan, I'm sorry.  I would've told you, but I didn't think that it was
necessary." I said, getting off the bed.
     "Well, man, you have your roommate to cuddle with you tonight.  I
don't think you need me," he said, getting up.
     Now I really felt bad.  "Dan, wait a minute.  We didn't do anything.
What did you want me to do?  Have nightmares and cry all night?"
     Dan thought for a minute.  "I would have liked you to tell me that you
slept with Ro and not Ro telling me you slept with me," he said.
     I couldn't feel mad at him, because I would feel the same way as he
did.
     "I'm sorry, man.  I didn't think it meant much," I said.  I realized
that I had said the wrong thing right after I said it.
     "Didn't think it meant much, Joe?  How about trust?  Does that mean
much to you?" he asked.
     "Dan, I don't like where this is going," I said, beginning to get a
little worked up.
     "How far did you get with Roland?" he asked, bluntly.
     "Well, that's a loaded question," I responded.  "What does that mean?"
     "Oh, come on Joe!  I know how you are."
     "Shut up, Dan!  How unfaithful do you think I am?" I asked, getting
angry.
     "I didn't say that," Dan said, getting defensive.
     "Yeah, but you insinuated it,"I continued.  "If you would've been
home, you probably could've come over last night."
     "Oh, now it's my fault that I wasn't home," he said, quickly.
     "Well, it is!"  I knew I was going down the wrong path with this one,
but it came out before I could stop it.  "I would've been laying with you,
instead of Roland.  God, you're blowing this thing out of proportion," I
said.
     "Oh I am?  Well, how would you like it if you heard it from my
roommate that I had slept with him last night?  How would you feel?" he
asked, getting up from my chair.
     I stopped and thought, looking directly into his eyes.  I felt tears
coming to my eyes, and finally just let out a sob.  It was too much
tonight.  Steve, and now Dan attacking me.  Dan should have more
understanding about the situation I was in however.  That's what I believed
in.  I knew I should've told him sooner, but it slipped my mind.
     Dan didn't move from where he was standing. I was secretly hoping he
would come over and comfort me, but he didn't.  I cried harder, after
realizing he wasn't moving.  I could feel his eyes on me, though, burning
through my skin.
     "Dan," I finally said.  "We're both excited and tired. We've been
through a lot this week.  Please, I can't take you being mad at me, when I
need you the most in my life right now."  I swallowed my pride for once.
     He looked back at me. I could tell he was still mad at me.  Poor guy,
I would be too.  He had a point there.  He started moving and said, "Joe, I
love you, man.  I love you so much it hurts.  But, I gotta go now, before I
say something worse. Please understand?"
     "Dan, don't go, man."
     "I'll call you in the morning, I promise.  I just need some time
alone," he said, walking out the door.  I didn't get up to stop him. I let
him go.  I laid down on my bed and cried myself to sleep.



Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 20:52:56 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part VII

Hello, readers.  Here is the seventh part to the Dan, The Man series.  I
hope you enjoy it.  Please make sure you read the endnote.  And as usual,
if you're under 18 or you don't like the idea of two guys in love, then get
out.


Dan, The Man VII

     I awoke in the middle of the night, feeling something wet on my face.
It couldn't be the dog, I thought, she died ten years ago. Honestly, that's
the first thought that came to my head.  I know, I'm crazy, right?
     I opened my eyes, squinting, trying to see without my glasses.  I
noticed the light coming through the hallway.  I looked at the figure
before me, moving away from my face as I raised my head.
     "Hey, babe," he said, grinning.  DAN!
     "Oh, hey," I said, wiping my eyes, sitting up in bed.  Then I
remembered what had happened before.  My body went into defense fast, but
before I could say anything, Dan started talking.
     "Joe, I'm sorry, man.  I don't know what I was thinking tonight.  I
don't know why I left, man.  I'm so sorry.  I over reacted," he said
sitting on the bed.  I moved my legs out of the way.
     "I just was so worried I would lose you for some reason.  Is that
understandable?  I mean, I know that Ro is straight and all, but I also do
know you have a wondering eye," he said softly.
     I took his hand, "Dan, I accept.  I admit some of it was my fault for
not telling you, but I also realize that coming from Ro, it seemed like I
was hiding it from you.  I made no conscious effort to, but it appeared
that way.  I can understand where you're coming from," I said.
     He had tears in his eyes.  "And then, when I went home, I tried to go
to bed.  All I could think of was you.  I couldn't help it, no matter what
I did.  And it wasn't about you sleeping with Ro, it was about you being
with me, just going through life with me.  Good things," he cracked.
     I didn't move, but I knew he was being honest.  I just kept holding
his hand, growing tighter and tighter.
     "I never really told you why I broke up with my ex.  We broke up
because I caught him not once, but twice cheating on me.  The first time, I
had heard from a friend, and comfronted him about it.  He admitted it.  But
the second time," he paused and took a deep breath.  "The second time, I
actually caught him in the act of it."
     I wiped the tear off his face.  "And that's why Ii think I'm
overreacting to this whole scene.  I'm sorry, Joe.  I just don't want to
lose you, man."
     I leaned over and gave Dan a hug.  "Apology accepted," I said,
releasing him.
     "All I am asking for is complete honesty, Joe," Dan continued.
     "Yeah, that's what I'm asking for too, man.  I will do that and expect
the same," I said, running my hand through his hair.
     "So do you want me to leave?" he asked, smiling.
     "Get changed and get into bed with me, you nut!" I said, laughing out
loud.
     He got up, ran downstairs to get his clothes from the car, and came
back into the
 room.
     "Your roommate wants to go to bed now," he said, looking a little
disappointed.
     "Who cares?"  I said, with a smile. We have the living room."
     Dan smiled and nodded his head, "Ah, I see," he said.  Roland came
into the room.
     "Yo guys, Joe, Dan, I'm sorry about the trouble I caused between you
two.  I should've kept my mouth shut," he said.
      "Ah, don't worry about that Ro," I said.  "It's all over and done
with now."
     Roland smiled.  We both went out to the living room, sitting on the
couch with the light on.  We went out to the balcony to grab a smoke.  When
we came back in, my bedroom door was closed and the light was out.  It was
so quiet.  Dan turned out the light in the living room, and sat me down in
the dark on the couch.  He sat beside me.  By this time, I had gotten my
energy back for some reason and felt frisky and horny.
     I practically jumped on top of him, and started kissing him, little by
little getting longer and longer.  I could hear him breathing heavily, and
I'm sure he could hear me too.  We kissed, and sucked face for what seemed
like hours, and little moans escaped each of our lips.  I could feel him
growing in his pants, as I'm sure he could feel me growing in my boxers.  I
gently licked and sucked on his neck, one of his most sensitive areas on
his body, I had learned.  I gently licked his ear lobe, making him moan, as
I felt his chest with my hands.  My hands went underneath his t-shirt, and
felt around on his smooth chest.  I felt his nipples, as his hands were
running under my t-shirt on my bare back.  It felt so good.
     I soon had his shirt off, and was soon between his legs, licking his
cock though his briefs.  He was moaning quietly in pleasure as he squirmed
around.  I ripped of his sneakers, his socks, his pants, and his briefs. I
tore off my shirt, and my pants, not caring what I did. I went back to
ksising him, rubbing my hot chest against his, and rubbing my cock where
his was also.  We were both hot and heavy into it.
     I took his member into my mouth whole, and he gasped.  We couldn't
make too much noise.  So, there wasn't that much said between us this time.
He put his hand on my head, encouraging me to suck on it even more.  I went
all out and went up and down on his seven incher, all while gently
massaging his balls.  He let out a small cry, and i knew he was close.  I
let up on it.  He took control of the situation, and positioned me on my
back, and he licked my body from head to toe, no lie.  He then focused his
attention to my hard dick, licking the head of it several times before he
tooked it all in his mouth.  He kept sucking on it, faster and harder as he
went on.  He gently pulled on my balls, which I love, while he was sucking.
I made soft moans which I tried to surpress but I couldn't.  I was
thrashing around on the couch, like a mad man from the pleasure he was
giving me.  He did the same thing I did to him earlier this evening.  He
lick his finger, and then slowly stuck it up my ass.
     "Oo, Joe," he whispered, pausing from sucking.  "It's so tight."
     His voice turned me on as well as what he was doing to my ass.  I
tried to loosen up as much as I could.  It felt good, going in and out,
slowly.  I knew I was close.
     "Dan, I'm gonna cum," I whispered.  He made no sign of moving, so I
grabbed his head, and shoved my cock in his mouth as he shoved his finger
all the way in.
     "Oh, Dan, oh, man, fuck!" I yelled, not caring about where I was.  I
heard steps coming up the steps of the apartment.  But they stopped when
they heard me moaning, apparently.  There was laughing coming from there
too.
     I was completely blown away from that blow job my boyfriend lovingly
gave me.  Dan moved up on me again, and kissed me, sweetly.  After a few
minutes, I knew I had to face the music.
     "Dan, we gotta get dressed," I said, getting up, putting on my boxers.
Dan scrambled to get his clothes on.  I opened the door.
     "You can come in now," I said.
     Kevin was there, and so was our friend, Paul.  Paul had lived in the
dorm with Roland and I the first year we lived there, and we became very
good friends from the start.  Paul knew, and was cool with it.  To the
point where he seemed to get a kick out of teasing me first verbally, then
physically, and then finally visually (by flashing me).  I had my questions
about Paul, thinking he was a closet case.  To put it bluntly, all my gay
friends that I've introduced to Paul think he's gay.  I think he could be
too, but doesn't want to admit.  He seems to have too much fun every time
he gropes me or puts his hand up my leg.
     Kev and Paul stumbled up the steps.  I knew they were drunk.
     "Yo, dudes.  That's fuckin' sick, man" Kev said.  "You were having sex
weren't you? On the couch!  That's fuckin' disgusting!"
     "Yeah, well, you were the one who fucked you know-who on this couch,"
I shot back, giving him a look.  I looked at Dan, who looked a little
worried.  I gave him a "don't worry" look back.
     "Hey, Joe," Paul slurred, sitting down on the couch.  "You missed an
awesome party."
     "Well, I'm not too upset that I did," i said, holding Dan's hand,
standing next to him.
     "So, is this your new bitch of the week?" Paul inquired.
     I looked at Paul in the eye.  "No this is not my bitch, this is my
boyfriend, Dan.  Dan this is my drunken friend, Paul," I said.
     Paul stuck out his hand and shook Dan's.  Dan looked like he was not
impressed.  I took Dan by the hand, and led him out to the balcony.  I
explained how I thought Paul was gay, and how they always came back like
this on a Saturday night after the big party at Kev's frat house.  I went
sometimes, I'll have to admit.  But they got very pathetic.  We went back
inside, brushed our teeth, got undressed except in boxers in my case and
briefs in Dan's case, and crawled into bed, underneath Ro's top bunk.  We
didn't say anything in fear of waking up Ro, but we kissed each other good
night.  He had me in a spoon position with him in back of me, with his arms
around me.  It felt so good, so much better than Ro. I felt so safe and
secure in his arms, that I drifted right off to sleep in no time.
     I woke up before Dan did the next morning.  I looked over at him, he
looked so peaceful and cute sleeping.  I really didn't want to wake him.
As it turns out, I didn't have to.  He was up not two minutes after I had
woken up.  He kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Good Morning, babe."
     We climbed out of bed.  It was apparent that we both were horny in the
morning.  We made our way to the bathroom.
     "Hey, man, wanna take a shower with me?" Dan asked.
     All I did was smile, and that was good enough for Dan. I closed the
bathroom door.  I stripped his briefs off, as he started the water.
     "Nice bathtub," he commented.
     I was sort of embarrassed.  "Well, we cleaned it last semester!"
     "That's okay, dude. We're only gonna stand in it!"
     I grabbed his cock and said, "I don't think that's all we're gonna do,
man."
     He smiled and laughed.
     "It's all ready, dude," he said, motioning me to go in first.  The
water temperature was set at just how I liked it.  I was amazed.  He
followed me in with a huge grin on his face.  He turned around to face the
spray.  I just watched him, looking at his naked body, which made me harder
yet.
     "Can I wash you, baby?" I asked him, hugging him from behind.
     He nodded and stepped out of the water.  I took the soap and started
rubbing it on his back and shoulders, creating a smooth lather and rubbing
down his arms and his stomach.  He seemed to be enjoying this, being that
he moaned and closed his eyes.  I gently washed down to his crotch, taking
special care at making his balls and cock really clean, rubbing up and down
on it slowly a couple of times.  I then took a risk and rubbed the soap
over his ass and his hole, cleaning it.  I knew what I wanted to do.  And I
would only do this after I had washed it myself.  I made him stand in the
water to rinse the soap off, and I gently put my head between his legs, and
started rimming him.  He jumped in surprise when I had my tongue there.  I
could only do it for a few seconds, to satisfy my curiosity.  I got back up
to him and said, "This is the only place I'll ever do that."
     He seemed to understand my reasoning.  He pushed me under the stream,
getting my body all wet.  Started soaping me up, taking his time, washing
every area on my body.  He worked on my cock a little longer than I did
with him. I lost control.
     "Oh, Dan, babe, I'm gonna shoot already, man!"
     I shot on my chest, defying gravity. :) Dan watched in amazement.  He
then stood up straight and started jerking his soapy cock.  He was close,
and this was the very first time I saw Dan jerking off. He soon came, on
himself, not as high as mine, but just as much.  I was impressed also.
     We washed off our chests and stomachs once more, and kissed
passionately, directly under the stream of water.  It was absolutely
wonderful.
     We got out of the shower, I gave him a spare towel to dry off, as I
did too.  We went quietly back in my room, Dan grabbing his clothes and
going back into the bathroom, and I grabbing mine and changing in the
bedroom.  By that time, my roommate was moving around.  I had just put my
jeans on, and I heard this voice say, "So, you had sex in the living room
last night, and sex in the bathroom this morning."
     I looked up at the top bunk. "Were we that loud?"
     "Yeah, man, you were.  Sex in the shower man, though, dude, that's
sick."
     "Yeah, I know, I promise it won't happen again," I said, knowing that
it wasn't the most courteous thing to do to blow a load in shower that all
four of us use.  "I'll even clean the bathtub today."
     "Cool, man.  Don't do it again, please, though," Ro said, with a
straight look on his face.
     "Okay," I said, opening the door.  Dan was out of the bathroom, nicely
showered, and smelled so good.  I kissed him as I walked passed him to the
bathroom.
     "So, Joe, I have to leave soon.  I got work to do," he said, standing
in the doorway, watching me brush my teeth.  I made a signal with my hand
to wait a minute for me to finish.
     "Yeah, that's cool. I've got some shit I need to do too," I said.
     Paul suddenly appeared behind Dan.
     "Hey, Paul," Dan said, turning around towards him.
     "Hey, man. I'm sorry I don't' remember your name," Paul said.
     "He's Joe's bitch," I heard a voice yell from my room.
     Paul laughed, Dan just stood there, and I sort of chuckled.
     For the moment everything seemed normal.  Dan was back in my life, no
one tormented us, and I was happy and healthy.



Date: Fri, 13 Aug 1999 12:32:55 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part VIII

     Hi!  This is the eighth installment of Dan, the Man.  I have to thank
everyone who has responded to me about the story.  I really appreciate the
comments and suggestions I have received.  I would especially like to thank
Kris (not the Kris in the story), John, Jeremy, Chris, Mikey, Junior, and
anyone else that I've forgotten for all the suggestions.  When I first
started writing this story, I didn't imagine I would receive as many
comments as I did.
     This part is, I think, among the best in the series.  It's told in
third person to try to get the other characters thoughts across.  It maybe
a bit confusing at times because it hops from scene to scene, but I think
it flows well.  I hope you enjoy it.  Again, as always, if you don't like
to read about guys liking guys or if you are under 18, don't read on.  And
now...

Dan, The Man Part VIII

     Time passed, as Dan and Joe kept their bond going strong.  They went
to class on Wednesday together, and some gave looks, other were more
supportive than others, and some just didn't talk to them.  It could've
been worse, thought Joe.  Dan had the same feelings.
     Over the course, they had some friends that wouldn't talk to them
again, but they both agreed it was better than having them do anything else
Like Kris did to Joe.
     By this time, Joe had fully recovered, it seemed.  Dan thought it was
worth celebrating, and worked on arranging a surprise party for Joe with
the help of Ro and Kev.  They each tried to contact some of Joe's friends
without him knowing it, which was very hard to do, since Joe was ether with
Dan or with Kev or Ro most of the time.  Joe's family was told about it.
His parents backed out of it, understandably since it was a college party,
however Joe's 15 year old and 18 year old sister agreed to come.  They
called up Jill (one of Joe's closest girl friends), and her Mom (joe's
second mom), who were some of Joe's closest friends, they alerted Paul,
Neil, his brother and boyfriend, some of Joe's friends from classes, the
radio station, and the music major.  Not surprisingly, Steve, Joe's abusive
ex was not invited.
     They had planned to have it Friday night, which would've been easy to
do, since Joe went home to do Laundry early Friday evenings.  Dan was
having the time of his life planning this whole thing for Joe.  He invited
some of his friends as well, who I am not going to mention because it was
confuse the hell out of you.  :)
     So, Dan bought the liquor, under Kevin's recommendation, while Ro and
Kev started to prepare the apartment, making it semi-presentable.
     "Do you think anyone told Joe?" asked Ro.
     "I don't think so," Kev said, as the doorbell rang.  "Go answer the
door, Man," he said.
     Ro went down the steps and was greeted with Joe's brother and sister,
Charlie and Beth.  They were both good looking, very good looking, so Joe
had been told by his straight friends (about his sister) and his gay
friends (about his brother).  They both had blonde hair, blue eyes.  Chuck
was 5'11", 160lbs, built, and complete athlete, but brains too, and almost
looked older than his older brother. Beth was about 5'6", 120lbs, nice
figure, very athletic and attractive.  They brought food and soda (for
themselves to drink).
     Just as soon as Ro closed the door, there was a knock on the door
again.
     "Hi, I'm Neil," Neil said, shaking Ro's hand.
     "Oh, yeah, man.  Come in," Ro said, looking behind him at two people.
     "Oh, yeah," Neil said.  "This is my brother, Tom, and his friend,
Steve."  Ro shook hands with them as well.  They all went upstairs, only to
hear the door knocking again.
     "Yo, dick," Ro said. "You get it this time!"
     Kev opened the door to greet Donna and Jill.  They were all led up
stairs, and Kev left the door open this time.  Soon Dan was there, and
Ivorian was making small talk.  Amanda had come in by this time.  And two
of Dan's friends were there.  It was about 8Pm by the time everyone got
there.  There was a total of about a dozen people there, not including Ro,
Kev, and Paul.
     Joe was due home at any time.  It was a hard time keeping everyone
calm and quiet.  Kev already opened up the case of Bud Ice they had gotten.
Finally, they heard the door open from downstairs, and heard Joe coming up
the steps.
     Everyone yelled "Surprise!" when he opened the door.
     He was thoroughly shocked, carrying his clean laundry in a basket and
nearly dropped it.  Dan was the closest to the door and to Joe, which was
planned.  Dan just smiled at him, and held out his arms to hug him.  Joe
dropped the basket and nearly crushed Dan with a hug.  It was apparent that
Dan's plan had worked and no one squealed.  Good thing to remember about
this crowd!
     Joe went around the living room, saying hi, giving hugs, to everyone
including Neil, his brother and boyfriend.  However, when he tried to hug
Kevin, Kev drew the line.  Joe just laughed, and shook his hand.  It made
Dan happy to see how happy Joe was.  He stood in the background just
watching his boyfriend smile and laugh.  Finally, Joe got to the table with
all the liquor.
     "Woo hoo!" He cried out.  "Where's the Vodka?"
     "Don't worry about that man," Kev said.  We got you covered.  It's in
the freezer."
     That would make sense, Joe thought to himself. They usually kept the
hard liquor in the freezer.  He smiled as he saw Absolut Vodka, waiting for
him along with orange juice in the freezer.  Suddenly, he felt someone come
up from behind him, and put his arms around him.
     "hey, babe," the voice said.  "I'm glad you're okay, Joe."
     "Thanks, man," Joe said, turning around to face him.  Joe kissed him
gently on the lips.
     There was a scream from the living room.  "Ah!!  There's homos in the
house," said a voice that could only belong to Kevin.
     Joe and Dan both broke up laughing.  "Yeah, yeah," Joe yelled, making
his drink.  He offered one to Dan, who gladly accepted.
     They walked together back into the Living room.  Dan was happy to see
that the company had made conversation on its own.  Already, Neil was
having a conversation with Joe's brother, Chuck.  Amanda seemed to be
engaged in a conversation with Beth, Joe's sister. Tom, Neil's brother and
Steve, Tom's boyfriend, were on the couch next to each other, holding
hands.  And Jill was talking to Ro and Kev.  Everyone looked like they were
having a good time.
     Dan had soon parted Joe's company and went off and mingled amongst the
crowd.  Joe could hear the music softly in the background, and thought what
a lucky guy he was, despite life's little bumps in the road.  He then
noticed that Steve was staring at him.  Neil's brother was somewhere else,
and Steve was sitting on the couch alone.  Joe decided to go over to him
and start a conversation.
     "Hey, Steve," he said.
     "Hey, Joe.  What's up?  Were you surprised?" Steve asked, moving over
to let Joe sit down next to him.
     Joe took a sip from his drink.  "Yeah, man!  It was cool!"
     "So, Neil told me about your little incident on-campus," he said.
     Joe smiled and asked jokingly, "Which one?"
     "About getting beatin' up," he said.
     "Yeah, it wasn't that bad, but it shocked the hell out of me!"
     "I'll bet.  But, you turned out all right.  So, what year are you,
man?"
     "A second year senior," Joe answered.  Steve looked a little
surprised.
     "But I changed my major three times," Joe answered.
     So Joe and Steve made small talk.  Joe would occasionally look around
for Dan, who seemed to be heavily engrossed in conversation with Paul. Joe
felt a twinge of jealousy.  But returned his attention back over to Steve.
Steve was still looking at Joe with those eyes, the kind of eyes that Steve
should've been looking at his boyfriend with, not Joe.  Joe suddenly felt
uncomfortable.  He made an abrupt exit, leaving Steve, drinking his Bud
Ice.
     He walked over to Dan, asking him if he wanted to smoke.  They
grabbed, Kev, Paul, and Neil and all went out to the balcony.  Joe's
brother and sister gave him a dirty look, since they both disapproved Joe's
smoking habits.
     By the time they got back in, it was apparent that the effects of
alcohol had set in.  Paul seemed to be a bit buzzed, having had three beers
already.  Neil's brother seemed to be a bit trashed as well, getting louder
as the evening went on.  Joe and Dan spent some time together, talking
about life in general on the couch, holding hands, as well as talking to
other people around them.  By this time, Joe was working on a great buzz.
He giggled a little and Dan knew it was over.
     "Uh oh," Dan shouted.  "Joe's gone!"  Everyone laughed.
     Kevin added, "Yep, the Asian is drunk!"
     Joe sat back down on the couch, only to find someone else also sitting
next to me.
     "So, you're drunk?" Steve asked.
     Joe just smiled and giggled.  "Yeah, man, I am!"
     "Damn, boy, how much have you had?" he asked.
     "oh, it doesn't take him much," Dan said.  "What did you have? One?
Two?"
     Joe held up his fingers, indicating he had two.
     "Damn," Steve said.  "Man you are a lightweight."
     "Yes he is," Dan said, getting up to get more to drink.
     "How much do you weight?" asked Steve.
     "115 pounds," Joe answered.  Joe tried to get up, only to fall
directly on top of Steve.  He laughed more, and so did Steve.  Joe placed a
hand on his chest, to help me up, and was surprised to feel what he felt.
It was all muscle.  He could feel his pecs, bulging. That made me stay
there for just a little longer than Joe should've.  Steve looked down at
Joe, who was already looking at Steve.  Damn he looks cute, Joe thought.
Joe immediately jumped up.  Steve looked at him in surprise.
     "What?" Steve asked, sort of loudly.
     Joe was not thinking clearly, he couldn't see straight, and was not in
the right frame of mind to make decisions.
     "Nothing," Joe said, quickly as he turned away.  Steve grabbed Joe's
hand as he walked away.
     "Joe, come back here," Steve said, with a seductive look in his eye.
Joe thought quickly.
     "I need a smoke, man."
     "I'll come with you, then," Steve said, getting up.
     "That's okay," Joe said, waving him off.
     "No man, I need one too!"
     "Well, shouldn't you be with Tom?" Joe asked, almost in panic.
     "I don't know exactly where he is right now, but he doesn't smoke
anyway," he said.
     Joe frantically searched the room for Dan.  He needed him more than
usual.  Steve was coming on to Joe in a big way and Joe wasn't sure enough
he was strong enough to resist it right at the moment.  Joe continued to
walk out towards the back door, with Steve right behind him.  Joe sought
out Amanda's face to come with him.  Amanda came out too, even though she
didn't' smoke.
     "Hey Joe!  Great Party!" she exclaimed.
     "Don't tell me that, tell Dan!  He arranged it all."
     "I don't believe I've really been introduce to you," she said, looking
at Steve.
     "Oh, I'm sorry.  Amanda, this is Steve, Tom's boyfriend," Joe said,
emphasizing the word boyfriend.  "And Steve this is Amanda, who is a very
good friend of mine."
                                                                 "Nice to
meet you," Steve said, lighting up a Kool.
     "Hey, those are my old brand,"Joe said.  Joe lit up his Marlboro
Menthol Light and took a drag.  Joe felt really dizzy now. Neil always
seemed to have perfect timing in my life.  He came out right at the moment
that Joe was falling, and caught me.
     "Woah, Joe.  I think you're flagged!" he said, helping me stand up
straight.  Amanda just laughed.
     "You're such a lush, man," she said, tossing his hair around.
     "Hey, Steve, my bro is looking for you," Neil said.
     "Oh, okay," Steve said.  "Tell him I'm out here.  Don't want to go in
there with a cigarette.  However, I don't want to waste a whole one
either."
     Joe exhaled in relief hearing that Steve's boyfriend would be coming
out.  Neil went back inside, and found Tom, telling him to go outside.



     "So, how long have you and Joe been together?" Paul inquired.
     "Oh, about a week or two," Dan said.  They were both in Joe and Ro's
room. Dan wanted to show Paul this neat thing on the Internet.  Having done
that, they stayed in there and talked.
                                             "Do you like him?" asked Paul.
     "Of course I do," Dan said, fast.  "I love him, man.  He means so much
to me," he said, taking a sip of his fourth screwdriver of the night.
     "Good," was all Paul said.  He took a drink of his Bud Ice.

     "Man, where have you been?" Tom asked, walking over to Steve, and
kissing him on the cheek. They really did make a cute couple.  Tom was
cute, but Steve was cuter to Joe at least.  But what the hell was Joe
thinking?
     "I've been here, man.  I haven't left yet," Steve said, smiling,
looking at Joe.  Joe turned away from the whole conversation, flicked his
cig off the balcony and went back inside.
     "Have you seen Dan?" He asked his younger brother, Chuck.
     "Uh, the last time I saw him, he was in your room," Joe's bro said.
     "Okay," Joe said, as he stumbled past him, walking across the living
room.
     
     "Paul, Joe's told me about how you tease him.  But, I can't lie and
tell you that I don't care what you do to him. I do, man," Dan said.
     "What do you mean like this?" asked Paul, as he felt up Dan's thigh,
stopping at the crotch.
     Dan launched out of the chair, turning swiftly and facing Paul.
     "Don't you ever touch me like that again," Dan said, quietly but
firmly.  Paul just stood there with his mouth open.
     What scared Dan the most, was that Dan actually was wanting Paul.  He
liked the way Paul looked, the innocent look about him.  The blue eyes, the
smooth skin, the innocent face.  It scared him and he didn't want it to go
further.
     "Oh there you are," Joe said, coming into the room.  He froze when he
saw the position Dan and Paul were in.  He could tell it wasn't a happy
time.
     "What the fuck is going on in here?" Joe asked, entering the room
completely.
     "Aw, nothing, Joe.  I'll tell you later.  Nothing you haven't
experienced yourself," Dan said, leaving the room.  "Let's catch a smoke, I
need one, now!"
     Joe gave Paul a look and left with Dan.
     They both walked through the living room and out to the balcony, but
stopped when they heard raised voices.

     "What the fuck are you talking about?"
     "I saw you looking at Joe, man. You can't deny it," Tom said.
     "That's bulllshit!" Steve screamed.
     "And you know what?  That's bullshit!" Tom said. "I've been watching
you the whole night, Steve.  You've been after him.  I know you like a
book, man.  I can read your mind.  Admit it!"
     "I can't believe you would think that I would think of such a thing,
man."
     Dan and Joe looked at each other.  They made a loud fake conversation
to alert the two fighters to break it up and go to neutral corners.  Dan
caught the look on Tom's face, which was angry, before Tom turned away and
walked back in with Steve behind him.
     "I see," Dan said, lighting up his cig.
     "I knew it, I knew it!  I knew he was after me," Joe said.
     Dan looked into Joe's drunken eyes.  "Don't even think about it, Joe."
     "Dan, don't worry, man. You're the one for me," Joe said, leaning
forward giving Dan a kiss on the lips.
     "There they go again!" Kevin yelled from inside the apartment.  The
gang laughed, as did Joe and Dan when they parted.
     "Ah, shut the fuck up," Dan said to Kev, laughing.
     "Feel left out?" Joe kidded. "Go to Paul, man.  I hear he's curious."
     Dan seemed to cringe when Joe made that comment.  And you better
believe that Joe had caught it.
     "Speaking of Paul, what happened between you two in there?" Joe asked.
     "Like I said, nothing he hasn't done to you," Dan replied.
     "What did he do?" asked Joe, his tone suddenly turning serious.
     Dan paused.  He was in a bind.  He wanted to tell Joe the truth,
however, he didn't want to cause problems between Joe and Paul.  He took a
deep breath.
     "It doesn't matter, man.  I laid it down on the line to him.  It's
okay. But I do think he swings our way," Dan said finally.
     "Ah, so he hit on you?" Joe asked, not angry at all.
     "Yeah."
     "Well that's to be expected.  He's drunk isn't he?"
     "Aren't we all?" Dan asked, laughing.
     "Well, I am, I know that!"
     "Don't worry about Paul, though, dude, I got him under control," Dan
said.
     "Well, at least somebody does," Joe said, putting out his cigarette.
     Dan knew that he didn't have any control whatsoever.  And was mildly
intrigued by Paul's come-on early.  He grabbed another screwdriver and
headed off to the crowd again.  Joe knew he had enough to drink, and went
over to mingle with other friends as well.

     Paul went after Dan again.  Never in Paul's life did he ever feel this
way about anyone before.  He didn't even know what he was feeling.  He just
felt a strong attraction to Dan. He liked the way Dan moved, the way he
talked, the way he acted, everything!  He wanted to touch Dan in ways that
he never thought about before.  But, thought Paul, this can't be!  He was
straight.  Nevertheless, Paul grabbed another Bud Ice and sat down next to
Dan on the couch.
     "What do you want, Paul?" Dan said, annoyed.
     "Nothing, man.  Just wanted to sit down," Paul said, smiling.  Dan
felt that weakness coming back.  He was too cute when he smiled.  Dan
smiled back.
     Damn, thought Paul, he's cute when he smiles.
     "So, great party, Dan," said Paul, after taking a sip of his beer.
     They sat in silence for a minute or two, observing the party.  Paul
was drunk by this point, and didn't care if Dan was taken or not.  Joe was
understand, he thought.  He made his first serious move on a guy, by
putting his hand on Dan's leg.  Dan knew it was there, but didn't care.
Luckily, Joe walked by just then, and Paul removed his hand quickly.
     
     Joe had found Steve and Tom in his bedroom of all places, making out
on his bed!
     "Aw, man!" he said.  They jumped up off the bed. "Save it guys!"
     They both turned shades of red and left the room, sheepishly.  Well,
at least they made up, Joe thought.  He went out for another cigarette,
this time alone, sorting through his thoughts.
     It seemed that Steve had a certain thing that attracted Joe to no end.
He thought it might have been the alcohol talking.  It wasn't like his
boyfriend was away and he was horny.  His boyfriend was there tonight.  He
looked back into the apartment.
     
     By this time, Paul had placed his hand on Dan's leg again.  Joe
couldn't believe his eyes.  What was Paul doing?  Just then, Steve came out
for a cigarette.
     "Joe, what the hell are you looking at?"
     "Oh, nothing," Joe said, in a flat tone.  "I'm just not used to seeing
one of my friend's hand on my boyfriend's leg, that's all."
     "What?"  Steve said, whipping his head around to see what Joe was
looking at.
     "Oh yeah, see that?" asked Joe, pointed over to Dan and Paul.
     It was true.  "Oh shit!" Steve muttered.
     "Yeah, oh shit is right!"
     
     Paul got caught up in the moment.  He wanted to kiss and make out with
Dan so bad.  Paul got bolder and bolder as his hand started moving on Dan's
leg.  Dan closed his eyes.  He knew this wasn't right.  He knew Joe was
around somewhere.  And yet he didn't feel like moving quite yet.
     Paul leaned over and kissed Dan on the lips.  Dan eyes opened.  It
wasn't a quick kiss either.  There was no tongue involved, but it lingered
for a while.  Dan prayed that Joe wasn't watching.

     "Oh, fuck," Joe said, as he saw the kiss.  He turned away and looked
over the balcony.  "What the hell should I do now?"
     "I don't know Joe, man."
     "Well," Joe said, grinning.  "I could make him jealous as well, get
him back so we're even.  But who am I going to kiss?"
     "Uh, I don't know, man," Steve said, knowing where this is going.  He
looked into Joe's eyes. He smiled an evil smile and turned around to see
what Dan and Paul were up to.  Dan pushed Paul off him. They had broken the
kiss.  Dan had gotten up abruptly and started walking towards the balcony.
It's now or never, Joe thought, as he grabbed the back of Steve's head and
forced him into a kiss on the lips.


     Dan left Paul, feeling a little guilty, but more horny.  He had to
find Joe.  He went to look out on the balcony.  Only to find his boyfriend
and another guy's boyfriend kissing on the lips.  Joe and Steve heard
footsteps coming, and they broke the kiss.  Joe was thoroughly amazed as
was Steve.  "Damn," was all Joe could muster.
     He turned around and saw Dan's face, which had the look of shock.
     "What?" asked Joe, knowing fully what his face was for.
     "What the hell were you just doing to him, Joe?" Dan asked, coming out
and lighting a cigarette.
     "Well, I gotta better question," countered Joe.  "What were you just
doing with Paul?"
     It was clear that both guys were intoxicated.  Steve had left the
balcony to give them privacy.
     "I asked you first, man," Dan said.
     "Okay, okay!" said Joe, in a raised tone of voice.  "Fine, I was
kissing Steve.  Now you tell me what you were doing in there with Paul!"
     "He started to kiss me, man.  That's it.  I stopped it."
     "Yeah, well, you didn't seem to stop it soon enough!"
     "It wasn't my fault, Joe.  I didn't come on to him," Dan said.
     "Oh, I guess that just makes it all right, then?"
     "Well, it still is better than what you just did!"
     "Yeah, whatever, man.  You can just go fuck Paul now," Joe said, with
tears in his eyes.
     "Aw, come on Joe!  Grow up okay?  I'm not going to fuck Paul, man.
You are mine, and you always will be.  The question is, though, am I
yours?"
     Joe thought on that thought for a while. Dan took it as a negative.
     "Well, I guess I'm not," Dan said, his voice cracking in despair.  He
turned to leave Joe's side.  Joe was still pissed off at Dan.  Too pissed
off to talk about this issue with him.  He only kissed Steve because he saw
Dan kissing Paul. Or vise versa.

     Dan came back into the party room, notably disturbed.  Amanda pulled
him aside and went to Joe's bedroom.
     "Dan, what's the matter?" she asked sitting on the bed next to Dan.
     "Oh, Mandy," he sobbed, falling into Amanda's arms.  Amanda consoled
Dan the best she could.  "I hooked up with another guy and Joe saw me do
it.  It wasn't my fault though!  He started it!"
     "Woah, wait a minute," Amanda said, holding up her hand to stop.
"What do you mean you hooked up with another guy?  Here?  Tonight?"
     "Yeah, here!  Tonight!  And Joe saw it!  So, then I think he got
jealous and he kissed Neil's brother's boyfriend out of spite!"
     "Yeah, unfortunately, that sounds like something Joe would do.  He
always said An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," said Amanda,
reflecting on the past.
     Dan laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess I should've remember that.  But,
Mandy, I'm scared.  I don't know what to do.  Paul is supposedly straight,
according to everyone else.  But Joe, and as it turns out he's right,
thinks that Paul may have bisexual tendencies. And he certainly had them
tonight.  God Damn!  Why does he have to be so cute?" asked Dan, sitting up
again.
     "All right, so he's cute.  But look at Joe, man.  He's cute, too!"
     "Yeah, I know.  And he is mine.  God he drives me crazy," Dan said,
sighing.
     "I think the alcohol that you both had didn't help the situation at
all either.  I mean look at both of you.  You're drunk!  Or else, I don't
think you would've been crying in front of me," Amanda laughed.
     "Yeah, yeah, I know.  Can you do me a favor?"
     "Sure."
     "Would you please talk to Joe, the Man.  Try to smooth things out for
me?"  asked Dan.
     Amanda sighed, "I'll see what I can do."  She left Dan sitting on
Joe's bed and went out to find Joe.

          After Dan had left, Joe went in, grabbed Paul by the arm, and
pulled him outside.
     "Paul, what the fuck do you want with my boyfriend?" he asked, with
blood in his eyes.
     "Nothing," Paul said grinning.
     "Why did you kiss him?"
     "Because I felt like it," Paul said, still grinning.
     "You're fuckin' trashed aren't you?" asked Joe.
     Paul just kept grinning.  Well at least Paul was drunk, thought Joe.
That gives him sort of an excuse, but not really.  Right now, Paul wasn't
doing anything for Joe but pissing him off more.  Finally, he lost control
and just punched Paul in the face, not hard, but enough to knock him down
to the ground.
     "Woah!" yelled Ro, from inside.  "Good shot, Joe!"

     Amanda came out of Joe's room, and went out to the balcony, only to
see Joe punch Paul in the face.
     "Joe!" screamed Amanda.  "What are you doing?"
     "What he was about to pass out anyway!" Joe reasoned.  "I was just
helping him!  Ro and Kev, come here, will you?"
     They both groaned and came out.  "Would you please carry Paul back to
Tim's bed.  He needs to take a rest," Joe said.
     "Sure, man," said Kev, bending down to pick Paul's feet up.
     "And Ro, drop him on his head a few times.  Maybe that'll knock some
sense into him," said Joe.  They all laughed.  Amanda stayed behind.
     "Joe, I need to talk to you about something."
                                                                      "Okay,"
Joe said, almost knowing where this was leading.
     "Dan talked to me a minute ago.  He really wants you to go into your
room where he is and talk to him."
     "Why should I go talk to him?"
     "Because he's hurting, Joe.  He didn't mean to do what he did in
there.  He understands why you did what you did with Steve.  So, please,
for me, go in there and talk to him," Amanda said.
     Joe thought about it.  "Okay," he said, walking back into the
apartment, towards his room.  He ran into Steve in the bedroom hallway
however.
     "Hey Steve, I'm sorry what I did to you out there," Joe said, patting
Steve on the shoulder.
     "Hey man, no problem," Steve said.  He then lowered his voice and
said, "Baby, you can kiss me anytime!"
     Joe felt that strange feeling taking over his body again.  "Oh
really?"
     "Yeah, anytime."
     "Like now?" asked Joe, half teasing.
     "Yeah."
     Joe got a kick out of watching Steve close his eyes and pucker his
lips.
     "Ah, I don't think so," Joe said, laughing.  Steve looked
disappointed.  He then realized Joe was kidding and punched him jokingly in
the shoulder.  They continued on their ways.
     Joe nearly toppled over Dan, walking into his room, not knowing Dan
was there, watching the whole scene of Joe and Steve.  Joe just looked into
Dan's eyes, forcefully put one arm around him, and the hand on the back of
Dan's head, and kissed him, passionately.
     Joe pushed Dan back as he was kissing him into his room.  Finally,
they released it.
     "Damn," Dan said. "What was that for?"
     "For being such a great boyfriend, man.  For being mine," Joe said.
     "You're drunk, Joe," Dan laughed.
     "Yeah, well, so are you!"
     They both laughed. Dan was relieved that all was forgiven.  Joe was
thinking the same way. They both walked out of Joe's room and entered the
living room, holding hands.  They were greeted with an applause and yells.
Joe looked at Dan, Dan looked at Joe and both bowed at the same time.
     "We were getting worried about you," said Jill, coming up to them and
giving Joe a hug.
     "Yeah, so was I," said Joe, laughing.  Dan just grinned and hugged
Jill.
     "So, do we have anymore beer?" Dan asked.
     Kev yelled out, "Sure, man!  We've got plenty."
     Joe rolled his eyes as his way of saying, Kevin's gone.
     Beth and Chuck came over to Joe.  "Joe, we gotta leave.  But we're
awfully glad that you're all right and recovered," Beth said.
     Joe gave them each a hug, and Dan did too.  From behind him, Joe
heard, "Man, Joe's brother is hot!"  He turned around and looked for who
said it.  He spotted Neil's brother, Tom.
     "Yeah," Joe said back to him.  "And he's straight too, so keep your
paws off of him," he said as he walked his bro and sis to the door.
     Joe saw them out and came back up.  He went to close the door, but
twisted his back a funny way and fell onto the ground, yelling in pain.
Dan was immediately by his side.
     "Joe, are you okay?" he asked, stroking Joe's arm.
     "Well, I think I just pulled a muscle in my back, man.  I guess I'm
not totally recovered yet," he said, trying to get up.
     Dan lifted him up and set him on the couch next to where Roland was.
Dan looked angry.
     "Dan, you're scaring me," Joe said, looking at his face.  "What is
it?"
     "I'm just thinking about the fuckin' bastard who did this to you, man.
Makes me really want to beat his ass," Dan said, strongly.
     "I'll help you, man," Kev said, getting up, drunk off his ass but
ready for a fight.
     "Yeah, me too," Neil said.
     'Woah, guys!  Wait a minute," Joe said, suddenly wincing in pain again
from twisting his back a funny way. "Don't cause any trouble, men. What's
done is done!  Get over it and move on!"
     "Some things, man, though, you gotta solve before you can move on,"
Dan said.
     "Dan, if you do this, you'll be stooping to his level!" Joe said,
pleading with him to stay.
     "Sorry, dude, I love you too much to have you worry about him coming
after you again.  Who wants to go with me to Kris's apartment?"  * "I
will," Neil said.  "I will,"Neil's brother said.  "Count me in," Kev said.
"Come on Ro, you know you want to go, dude."
     Oh, not you too, Joe thought as his roommates agreed to go.  "Yo,
Paul, do you want go come with us," Dan asked Paul, walking back into the
room.
     "Go where?"
     "To pay a visit to our friend, Kris," Kev said, smirking.
     "Ah, I see!  Okay!" Paul answered, thinking it'll give him more time
with Dan.  He looked directly at Dan to try and make his point.
     Dan was surprised, to say the least.  He grinned a little when he saw
Paul grinning.  Joe did not like where this was going at all.  But, he
chose not to cause a scene.  Amanda and Jill saw this however in Joe's face
and spoke up.
     "Guys, are you sure you want to do this?" Jill asked, getting up from
sitting on the floor with Amanda.
     "Yeah, security will be out, and they'll probably catch you," Amanda
said.
     "They didn't catch Kris," Dan said, with a serious look on his face.
     "They're a waste of sperm," Kevin slurred.
     "Kev, you're not going," Dan said, pushing down on the sofa.  Kevin
fell right into the seat and just sat there smiling.
     "But, Joe is right, Dan," Amanda said.  "It does put you down at his
level!"
     "I don't care," Dan said, emotionally.  "He needs to have this done to
him, by us!"
     Joe admired Dan's determination.  "Ah, let them go.  If they get
caught, they get caught. But if they don't, then let him have it," Joe
said, sitting down next to Kevin as a sign of resigning the fight.
     Dan came over to Joe, and kissed him on the lips.  Kev screamed,
naturally.  "We won't be long," Dan whispered to Joe.  He got up and said,
"let's go, men!"
     They started down the steps, when Amanda got up and shouted, "Wait.
I'm going, too," she said.  "I think someone sober should be along with
them," she said to the rest of the remaining party which consisted of Joe,
Steve, Jill, and Kevin.

     Dan was determined (and also drunk) to pay back Kris for what he did
to Joe.  He had a one-track mind at this point. Nothing else was in his
head.  He walked swiftly and surely to where Kris lived in the other
on-campus apartment complex.  Neil spoke up.
     "Dan, I don't think you should knock.  He'll know something's up if he
sees you."
     Dan thought, but continued walking.  "Okay, well, who?"
     "I'll do it," Amanda said.
     "Good idea, he'll go for you," Dan said, smiling at her.
     "Thanks," Amanda said, hugging Dan.  Even Amanda though was afraid of
what was about to happen.  The troop finally got to their destination.
Paul, Dan, Tom and Neil hid back while Amanda went to the door.
     She could hear her heart pounding as she also heard a voice coming
towards the door.  She was relieved and panicked that it was indeed Chris.
     "Amanda!" he said, surprised.  "What are you doing here?"
     "Well, not much, Kris.  How are you?"
     "Cool, we were just relaxing, drinking," he said.
     "Well, a few of my friends were in the neighborhood and we'd thought
we'd pay a visit," she said.
     Kris didn't give any action of suspicion.  They had him.  "Where are
they?"
     "Oh, they're coming.  I'll go get them," Amanda said, turning around
and walking to the edge of the building and waved to the rest of the group
to come.
     What happened next went very fast.  Amanda, Tom, and Paul came up
first.  They shook hands with Kris.  And before Kris had time to react,
Neil came out of no where and grabbed Kris by the shirt.  Kris, for the
first time that Neil had seen him, had a frightened look on his face.  His
deep green eyes were wide.  Kris felt his heart beating fast, breathing
hard, and his whole body trembling because of what he saw in Neil.  Dan
came up from behind Neil and closed the door to Kris' apartment to avoid
his roommates from hearing anything.
     "Kris, buddy, we're gonna go for a walk, man,"Neil said, releasing his
grip from around his shirt.  He quickly put his arm around Kris' neck and
dragged him along.
     Even though Kris was built and a pretty strong man himself, he proved
no match for Neil.  Kris started fighting his way away from Neil.  Neil
only held on stronger.  He yelled out for help. Neil covered his mouth with
his free hand.  Dan was walking on the other side of Kris.
     "Shut up!" hissed Neil, glaring into Kris' frightened eyes.  "We're
gonna go for a little walk to a certain individual's apartment."
     It really took all the strength Dan had to not just punch the guy in
the face.  Roland, who had never met Kris before, was just surprised by the
whole situation.  Tom's face indicated anger and hatred.  Amanda was just
watching the whole scene play by in front of her.
     "You know, man," Dan said, as they walking.  "You're such a piece of
shit."  Dan was drunk, but he knew what he was saying.  The anger was
enough to break through the drunkenness.  "You put Joe in the fuckin'
hospital, man!  What did he ever do to you?"
     Dan was now extremely heated.  He began hitting Kris in the shoulder
with his first, not very lightly either.
     "Huh?" He asked, punching him.  "What the fuck did he ever do to you?"
Another punch.  Kris seemed to not be fazed by Dan's punching, which only
made Dan even more mad.
     "Fuckin' bastard!" cried Dan, lurching and loading a punch destined
for his head.  Paul was looking out for Dan's best interest (gee, I wonder
why?) and stepped in at the right time, and held Dan's arm back.
     "Don't man," Paul said.  "It'll only lead to more trouble."
     Dan looked at Paul, who was holding him back by throwing his arms
around him.  By now, Dan was in tears, and emotionally a wreck.  He cried
out for Joe's pain from this sub-human character.
     "Do you know what he's suffered?  Do you know what I've gone through
for him?" Dan screamed.  Kris just looked at him wide-eyed.  By this time,
Neil was shocked at Dan's reaction, and had loosened his grip around Kris.
     "You fuckin' tried to kill him, didn't you?  Didn't you?" Dan
screamed, and collapsed into Paul's arms.  Paul looked around at the other
people, asking with his eyes..."What do I do?"  He put his arms around Dan
and consoled him.  They continued forward, however.
     Kris finally spoke up without screaming.  "What are you going to do
with me?  You little pussy ass fairy," he snarled.  "You god damn queen!"
     No strength could've stopped Dan from launching at him, and he hit
Kris square in the jaw.  Kris held his jaw in pain.  Dan punched him again
in the stomach, this time causing Kris to fall over and grab his stomach.
Paul grabbed him again.
     "Fuck you," Dan said, in Paul's arms.  Despite what was happening, Dan
felt safe in Paul's arms for some reason.  Neil grabbed Kris again hard and
made him walk up to the door.  Roland passed the crowd and opened the
apartment door.
     "Now, what you are going to do," explained Neil, "is go up stairs,
apologize to Joe for what you did to him, and then say you'll never lay a
finger on him again. Do you understand!" said Neil through his teeth.
     Kris, having no choice, said, "All right.  Where is the little
faggot?"
                                                                 Dan
lurched for him again, held back again by Paul.
     "Don't Dan, don't," Paul said, softly in his ear.
     
     "What's going on down there?" asked Jill.
     "Sounds like we got some company!" said Kev, grinning.
     Joe rolled his eyes.  "Great," was all he said.
     Neil led Kris up the steps.  Joe saw the face appear and screamed.  He
got up immediately and went into his defense mode.
     Neil let go of Kris neck, but made sure he could grab him in time if
he attacked Joe again.  Dan was behind Neil, followed by Ro, Tom, and
Amanda.
     "What the fuck is he doing here?" asked Joe, tears forming in his
eyes.  He looked over at Dan, who was still crying and mad as ever.
     "Well, dude, Kris has got something to say to you," Neil said, smiling
at Kris.  "Don't you?"
     Dan came up to him and shook him some more, and screamed, "Don't you?
Come on, tell him."  He wrapped his hands around Kris' neck.  It was not a
pleasant scene.
     Paul came up from behind and gently led Dan away from him, and sat him
down.  They held each other.  Joe looked, but didn't care at the moment.
He just stared at Kris, not batting an eyelid.  Joe felt anger building up
in him quickly. He wasn't as drunk as he was before.  He walked right up to
Kris and said, "You practically tried to kill me that night, man.  You're
fuckin' lucky I didn't press charges."
     "Yeah, that's because your little pansy ass didn't want any more
attention that you were a homo."
     That did it.  For the second time, Kris got slugged in the face. This
time, Joe got him so hard that he was knocked on the ground. He just sat
there, looking up at Joe, surprised that a "Homo" could have so much
strength behind him.  All he could was hold his lip that was bleeding,
break in to a grin, and say, "Wow, Joe.  Nice hit."
     That took everybody by surprise.  Even Joe.  All Joe could do was grin
back at him and say, "I know."  No one knew quite what to do at that point.
     Kris got up, still holding his jaw.  "Why didn't you fight me back?"
     Joe took a deep breath.  "Because there were more than one of you. You
are bigger than me, man.  I just felt intimidated by you."
     Kris, still grinning, stuck out his hand, and said, "Man, you may be a
faggot, but you sure got some strength behind you.  I'm impressed."
     Joe wasn't sure what to do now.  He reluctantly took his hand, and
shook it, very firmly. Joe always had a firm handshake, but he made it
extra firm tonight.  They shook hands and sighed a breath of relief, which
in turn made everyone else do the same.
     "Where did you learn to throw a punch like that?" Kris asked.
     "Karate, man," responded Joe.
     Dan walked over and stood next to Joe.  He had stopped crying, but was
not ready to forgive Kris for what he did.  Joe seemed to be okay, though.
     "Kris, man, you're a fuckin' ass hole for what you did to me," Joe
started.  "But, I didn't press charges man.  I could've if I wanted to, but
I didn't.  And you know why?  As much as I hated you, I couldn't send you
to jail.  I'm too easy on people, I Know, but I just couldn't."
     Kris said, "Thanks, Joe. I admit I was kinda fucked up that night, and
I was drunk and high at the same time. I was in my group of friends, all
charged up, and sort of overreacted.  I never attacked a gay man before,
and I don't know what happened that night.  I wasn't thinking straight."
     "Oh, yes you were," Joe cracked.  It took a while for Kris to get what
Joe was saying.  But he grinned when he caught on.  He even giggled.
     Dan looked at Joe.  He couldn't believe that Joe was giving in this
easy.  He went to the kitchen and got himself a Bud Ice.  Paul sat down on
the couch, only to have Dan come back in and sit next to him.
     The rest of the party exchanged glances and words to where Kris was
going.  No one trusted him completely, except it seemed Joe.  Joe seemed to
be believing everything Kris was saying and doing.
     "Man, Joe, are you really gay?" Kris asked.
     "Yeah, why do you ask that?" Joe asked getting up to grab another
screwdriver, motioning for Kris to follow him, which he did.
     "Well, because, you don't act it, man."
     Joe grabbed the orange juice and vodka.  "Don't tell me you like
screwdrivers?"  Kris asked.
     "The only drink I make," Joe said, making himself the drink.  "You
want one?"
     "Sure!" Kris said.  "I already had about three beers tonight.  I'm
working on a buzz right now."
     Joe made another one for Kris.  "You see, Kris, not all of gay men are
flaming, and all gay men are people, you know!"
     "Yeah, I can see that in you, and even Dan.  But I will never get over
how you guys can get it on like you did in the car that day."
     Joe and Kris walked back into the living room.  Kris' eye was
beginning to turn black and blue.
     "You don't have to understand it completely.  You have a girlfriend
right?" asked Joe.
     "Yeah."
     "Well, what you feel for her, is what I feel for Dan.  It's the same
kind of thing, love."
     "But isn't it wrong?  I mean, you're gonna go to hell," kris said.
     "Man, you are stupid. Get your head out of the bible," Joe said.  (I'm
sorry if I offended anyone by saying that, but this is what I believe).
"Yeah, there is a God, and probably there was Jesus as well. But from my
experience, I am what I am because God made me like this.  I certainly
didn't chose it.  I mean, if God didn't want gay people, he wouldn't have
created us in the first place.  That's what I believe."
     Kris just took all of what Joe said in, and sat in wonder, thinking on
it.  Joe got up from his seat and went over to where Dan was sitting,
talking to Paul.
     "Hey, thanks for bringing my worst enemy into my own apartment," Joe
kidded.
     Dan got up and said, "Anytime. You two amazingly seem to be hitting it
off."
     "I know, can you believe it?" I asked.


Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1999 18:00:34 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part IX

Hi!  Here is the second last part to the series.  I hope it is as effective
as the others were.  I'd like to thank all the wonderful people who have
responded throughout the series.  I'm glad you enjoy reading it.  Well, if
you don't find the thought of two males loving each other repulsive, and
you aren't under 18, then continue!


Dan, The Man Part IX

     Joe and Dan went out for another cigarette, chatting about the
turn-around Kris was making.  They knew something was up.
     "You know, there are two types of homophobes.  One that doesn't know
any better, and one who is uncertain himself.  Which do you think Kris is?"
Dan asked, quietly.
     "To tell you the truth, I think it's the second one, man," Joe said,
blowing out smoke.
     "Yeah, I agree with you," Dan said, looking into Joe's eyes.
     
     When Paul met Kris, he thought to himself, Damn!  Every guy I'm
meeting looks good to me tonight.  He got up and got himself a beer and sat
next to Kris, not knowing exactly what he was doing.
     
     "Look at Paul's next victim," Joe said, pointing to Kris.  The two
watched Paul make conversation with Kris.  They seemed to be hitting off
pretty well.
     "So, you're the guy who beat up Joe?" Paul asked.
     Kris turned his gaze to the floor.  "Yeah, I'm sorry."
     "Do you have any reason?"
     Kris turned up and looked at Paul.  "I'm not sure, man.  I don't' have
a distinct reason, actually.  I was with friends, we were drunk, and the
idea popped into my mind as I saw Joe walk by.  I don't know what I was
doing.  I don't know what made me do it.  I just feel uncomfortable around
fags."
     Paul nodded his head in understanding. "Yeah, it takes a while to get
used to the idea.  But I am open-minded and accept Joe for what he is."

     "Well, Paul seems to be intrigued," Dan said.
     "To be honest with you, I can see why he would be.  I would never be
because of what he did to me, but I can definitely see why he would be,"
Joe said.
     "Yeah, well.  I can too, but I'm not interested," Dan said, hugging
Joe out of sight from Kris.  "When should we kick him out?"
     "How about soon?" said a voice from the doorway.
     "Ro?"
     "Yeah, man.  It's gettin' kinda late, like 2:30AM, and I sort of want
to hit the sack.," Ro said, walking toward us.
     Joe sighed. "Oh, is it that late?  Okay, well, I'll try to get rid of
them soon."  Joe put his cig out and went back inside with Dan.
     "Well, guys, my roommate wants to go to bed soon, so we're gonna have
to sort of end this party," Joe said to everyone.
     "Aw, but I just got here," Kris said, in his loud voice.
     "I know," Joe said, smiling.  "That's why it's time for you to leave."
     Kris just laughed at that, and got up.  Paul followed suit.  "Well,
Joe, I guess I'm out of here then.  I am truly sorry for what I did to you,
man"
     Joe embraced the one who had hurt him and said, "It's okay, man."
     Dan stayed in the background, satisfied that Joe had faced it straight
on, and could move on now.  But was puzzled at the turn around Kris had.
     Paul moved up next to Joe.  Joe hugged him, whether he wanted to be or
not.  Paul returned the embrace.
     "Thanks for coming, Paul," Joe said, kissing him on the cheek.
     "Your welcome, Joe.  I'm glad you're okay."
     Dan moved closer to the departing guests.  He shook hands with Kris.
Paul grabbed Dan however and pulled him into a big, strong hug.  Dan had a
surprised look on his face.  Paul kissed Dan on the cheek.
     "Thanks for inviting me, Dan. Joe's really lucky to have you," he said
softly.
     Kris turned around to leave.
     "Kris, where do you live?"
                                                                 "In the
other apartment complex," Kris answered.
     "Cool," Paul replied.  "I'll walk with you."  With that, they both
left together.
     Joe and Dan exchanged glances, wondering what they would be doing
tonight.  Both were pretty drunk and who knows what would happen.
     Neil, his brother, and boyfriend were the next to leave.  Neil shook
hands with Joe and Dan, as did Tom.  Steve on the other hand, kissed Joe on
the lips, only to be taken away by Tom.  It was quite amusing.  Amanda
headed out with that crowd as did Jill.

     Pretty soon, it was just Joe, Dan, Ro, and Kev still in the
apartment. Somehow, they made the apartment look decent before they all
went to bed.
     Ro and Kev went into their rooms, and Joe and Dan were again left
alone in the living room.  This time, Dan turned off the lights.  Joe could
tell this was going to be a special night for some reason.  He was ready to
accept whatever Dan wanted to offer.
     Joe felt Dan's hot body against his, naked as the day he was born,
feeling his light coat of leg hair against his own legs, Dan's chest
against his.  And finally, his lips against his.  Joe moaned in pleasure.
     Dan licked his way down to Joe's neck, a very sensitive area to Joe.
He gently licked, sucked and kissed Joe's, making Joe squirm around in
pleasure.  Joe could feel Dan's hot breath running over his skin, turning
him on even more.
     "Oh yeah, Dan...."
     Dan moved around and down to Joe's chest, playing with each nipple
while he kept kiss and licking Joe's neck.  Joe couldn't take it any more,
pulled Dan up by the sides of his head, and kissed him very hard and very
passionately.
     Dan went back to pleasing Joe, licking his nipples, sucking them as
well.  Joe could feel Dan's rough tongue against his nipple. He withered in
pleasure.  Dan took it slow and worked his way down to Joe's navel.  Dan
took off Joe's jeans and boxers in one swoop.  Joe's cock sprung back to
life.  Dan sighed as he felt Joe's hard cock in his hand.
     Joe sighed as Dan started stroking it very slowly.
     "Yeah, Joe, You like that?"
     "Yeah, ah, yeah, aw, man."
     "Well, imagine how my ass is going to feel around it," Dan whispered.
     Joe's eye shot open.  He looked down at Dan, who was looking up at
him.
     "You'd let me do that, babe?" Joe asked.
     "Absolutely.  My ass has been dying to have your cock in it," Dan
said.
     "Well, get on your back.  Oh, what about lube?"
     "Don't worry about that, man.  It's in my bag over there," Dan said,
getting up and getting the bag.
     "Damn, you come prepared.  Do you always do this?"
     "Only with you, babe," Dan said, kissing Joe on the lips, coming back
over to him, with lube and two condoms in hand.
     "Oh, Dan, man," Joe sighed.
     Dan got back down on the couch, spreading his legs open while on his
back.
     Joe just looked down at the beautiful figure in the light coming
through the back window of the apartment.  He was really turned on by this
sight.
     "Aw, man, I can't believe it."
     "Believe it," Dan said, in a sexy, seductive voice.
     Joe opened the bottle of lube, and gently lubed up his finger until it
was glistening.  He gently felt around Dan's ass until he felt the tight
hole.  He gently began to protrude it with his finger.  Dan had no
complaints, in fact he was moaning in pleasure.  Finally, Joe got his whole
middle finger in it.  He moved it in and out slowly.
     "Are you ready for two, babe?" Joe asked.
     "Aw, yeah, baby!  Give me two," Dan said, his eyes fixed on Joe's
eyes.
     Joe lubed up two and stuck them in slowly.
     "Ooh baby, that's tight," Joe said, as he felt Dan's ass contract on
to his finger.
     Dan gasped in pain, but stifled his cry.
     'Hurt too much?" Joe asked, concerned.
     "No, man.  Just give me some time to get used to it," he said,
grimacing.
     Joe left his fingers in, and after about 15 seconds, started moving
them slowly in and out.  Dan had never felt anything like that before.  It
hurt a little, but it also felt damn good!
     "Aw, Joe, man, that feels good, yeah, finger my ass," Dan said, almost
whispering.
     When Joe thought Dan was ready, he took his fingers out of his ass,
and put on the condom, lubing it up.  He smiled down at Dan's face, and
guided his cock into Dan's tight ass.  It slid in relatively easy, and Dan
knew now he was complete.  He sighed, and smiled up at Joe.
     "Damn, Dan, man.  That's sweet," Joe exclaimed, as he slowly started
moving in and out.
     Dan grabbed his cock, stroking it, and moaning softly in pleasure.
Joe increased his pace a little, Dan's moans also increased.  Joe felt
extremely good at this point, in pleasure, fucking the man that he loved.
He never felt more complete.  This just felt so right.
     Joe started thrusting really hard, getting into it.  Dan took whatever
he had to give and even encouraged him to go faster.
     "Yeah, Joe, fuck my ass hard, come on.  I wanna hear those balls slam
against my ass, man."
     "Aw, yeah, man!  Take my cock!" Joe moaned.
     Joe did fuck Dan hard enough to bang his balls against his ass.  By
this point, things had heated up pretty much, and Joe was dripping sweat on
Dan's already sweaty body.  Joe knew he couldn't keep it up much longer.
     "Dan, buddy, I'm close," Joe said, speeding up his thrusting even
more.
     "Yeah, dude, so am I, Joe," Dan replied, stroking his cock even
harder.
     Joe was very close. He moaned louder with each thrust.  And finally,
he gave in to the feeling and shot the load in Dan's ass but in a condom.
He felt waves of pleasure run through his whole body, as he shook.
     Dan could feel Joe's dick expanding in his ass. It was awesome, so
awesome in fact that he passed the point of no return as well, groaning
loudly and shooting a load up to his chin!
     Both exhausted now, Joe collapsed on Dan, with Dan's cum between them.
Both were breathing hard, and hot.  Joe gently pulled his now soft cock out
of Dan.  Dan felt something leave him that he didn't want to leave.
     "Aw, man, don't take it out," he whispered to Joe.
     "Don't worry, man, it'll be back in," Joe whispered back.
     They just laid there, spent and tired.  Joe kissed Dan on the lips,
Dan returned the kiss back.
     ""We have to go to bed, man," Dan said.
     "I know," Joe said, getting up off of Dan.  "Wanna take a quick shower
though?"
     "Yeah, man."
     They both took quick showers, dead tired, and collapsed on to Joe's
bed, and fell fast asleep.
     All too soon, morning came.  Ro's alarm went off first, only to have
him set the snooze on it twice more.  Joe had gotten used to the fact that
Ro did that all the time, but it used to get on his nerves to no end.  Dan
had to get up when Ro did, being that he had to get back to his apartment
before he went to class.  Not wanting to disturb Joe, he quietly got out of
bed, packed his stuff and left, kissing Joe on the cheek.  Dan looked fora
moment how peaceful and cute Joe looked in his bed, covers pulled up tight,
breathing lightly.  He smiled and left.
     
     Pretty soon, it was Easter Vacation.  IT would be the first time Joe
and Dan were not together for a weekend since they had started dating.
Neither was looking forward to being away from another, but they vowed to
call and e-mail each other over the four day weekend.  Dan lived about an
hour and a half away from Joe did, so visiting wasn't really a practical
option.  Joe went home on Thursday to stay with his parents until at least
Saturday.
     The first night home, Joe called Dan and talked to him for about an
hour before he went to bed.  They talked about little things, whatever.
     
     Dan got off the phone and walked out of his room, only to find his
father standing in the middle of the upstairs hallway.
     "What Dad?" asked Dan, puzzled.  His dad didn't look the happiest at
the moment.
     "Who were you just talking to?" Dan's father asked.
     "Uh, my friend, Joe from college," Dan said.
     "Was it a guy?"
     "Yes, what are you getting at?" Dan asked, fearing what was coming
next.
     "Well, I picked up the phone by accident and caught a little of the
conversation," his father said, not moving a muscle.
     Oh, shit, thought Dan.  What now?
     "And I heard some things I wasn't quite sure I heard correctly."
     "Uh huh," Dan said, closing his eyes.
     "Dan, are you queer?" his Dad asked.
     Dan quickly thought, and decided to lie.  "No, Dad, whatever gave you
that idea?" Dan asked, trying to laugh.
     "The phone call did."
                    "What?"
     "I heard you telling this Joe guy that you loved him.  He said he
loved you back," Dan's father said.
     Well there was no turning back now.  The cards were on the table.  Dan
thought quickly.
     "Let's go downstairs, Dan.  I want to talk to you now." They both went
down and sat in the living room.  Dan's mom was out for the night with
Dan's younger brother.
     "First of all, I want you know, that I'm okay with it if you are," his
father said.  "I have no problem with it.  Your mother on the other hand I
don't think could take it."
     "Well, then we just won't tell her," Dan said, softly.
     "So you admit you are?" asked his father.
     Dan took a deep breath and looked directly into his father's eyes.
"Yes, I am, Dad.  I'm gay.  Joe is my boyfriend."
     Dan's father took a deep breath as well.  He sighed.  "Son, I love you
very much.  I've known you to make the right decisions almost every time.
But, do you realize that you just made a decision that could really affect
your life for the rest of your life?
     "Yes dad, I know.  It's not really a decision, though.  You have to
understand that.  I didn't chose to be gay.  I am what I am, and I can't
change that."
     Dan's father closed his eyes.  "You know, I thought I was prepared for
the moment you told me this," he said, laying his head back on the sofa.
     Dan looked at his father, turning his head quickly.  "You what?" he
asked, getting a little worked up.
     He took a deep breath, and looked at Dan again.  "I thought I had a
pretty good idea when I found those magazines under your bed one day, as I
was vacuuming the house.  You were away at college, and I decided not to
bring it up.  I then found some files you left on the family computer."
     Dan shook his head in sorrow.  "Yeah, I knew I'd forget about them
sooner or later," he said.
     "And you know, Dan, you did like all the things a boy did, but you did
have your feminine side, too.  You seemed to want to do things your older
sister did, like dance.  You also liked Broadway music..."
     Dan blushed.  "How do you know all this stuff, Dad?"
     "Well, I was a former musician, don't forget.  I played in the
orchestra many years for shows on Broadway," Dan's dad explained.  "I
became acquainted with some of the gay people in the business.  I know some
characteristics.  You'd be surprised at the things I know."
     Dan shook his head in understanding.
     "But keep in mind.  I'm an open-minded kind of guy, but I'm a little
more reserved when it comes to family, particularly my family."
     "I can understand that, but you don't know much better I feel now that
it's out in the open and you seem to be okay with it."
     "I am okay with it, but it'll take me a little while until I can fully
say I'm okay with it." Dan's Dad clarified.
     "I'm cool with that," Dan said, smiling.  He wanted to hug his strong
father so bad at this point.  He threw his arms around his dad, something
he hadn't done in a long long time.  His dad hugged him back, kissing him
on the forehead.  Dan let a single tear drop from his eyes.
     "Thanks, Dad," Dan said, getting up.  "What about Mom?"
     "That's a difficult decision, man.  She's very religious you know, and
she's pretty conservative.  I don't know what we should do."
     "Well if you know, then I'm gonna feel like shit every time I see her.
I don't like keeping secrets from her, Dad."
     "I know, son, but we've got to think of a way to ease her into it."
     "I don't have time to ease her into it, Dad. I know it's not fair, but
I've got to tell her before I leave tomorrow," Dan said
     "Dan, I strongly you suggest that you wait," His dad said.
     "But," Dan started.  "Well, it'll make the whole situation awkward!"
     Just then his mother walked in.  She was in her early 50's, dyed brown
short hair, about Dan's height, a thin, relatively attractive woman.
     "No it wouldn't. " Dan's father answered.  He got up and walked out to
the kitchen, giving Dan a look of Don't do it.
     Dan thought otherwise.  He thought of his mother as a wonderful mother
who cared and loved her kids. She always was there for him in his time of
needs.  And was deeply religious.
     His 18 year old brother came into the room.  "Hey Dan!"
     "Hey Sean," Dan said, getting up and following his mother into the
room.
     "You wanna catch a movie tonight?" His brother asked him.
     "Maybe later," Dan said.  "I gotta talk to Mom."
     Dan walked into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table.  "Mom,
I need to talk to you."
     Dan's father glanced at Dan, knowing fully well what he was doing.
     "Sure honey," she answered, sitting across the table from him.
     "Mom, I don't know how to say this, but I have to tell you something
about me."
     She took his hand in hers, and said, softly, "What is it, Dan?"
     "Mom....I'm gay," he said ,looking down at the table.
     "What?" she asked, not batting an eyelid.
     Dan looked up at her this time in the eye, and said, "I'm gay."
     His mom quickly withdrew her hand.  "What do you mean?"
     "I mean, I'm gay," Dan said, raising his voice a little.
     "Honey, you can't be gay," she said.
     "Well, I can be, and I am."
     "That's what you think, maybe it's just a phase," she said, trying to
come up with excuses.
     "No, Mom, I don't think it's just a phase.  Because if it is, then
it's been a phase I've been going through my whole life."
     His mom's eyes started to tear up.  "But you can't be, it's wrong."
     "Who says it's wrong?"
     "God says it's wrong."
     "God doesn't say anything like that.  The bible may say it, but the
bible was written by men."
     "It's wrong, believe me, Daniel.  It's wrong."
     "It's wrong for two people to love each other?"
     "No.  But it's wrong for two men to love each other in that way.  It's
just unnatural."
     "Mom, you're being ridiculous."
     "Not as ridiculous as you're being, telling me your gay.  You're my
son, you can't be gay!" she screamed, tears in her eyes.
     "Well, I am gay," Dan said, waving in tone.  "And I am your son, so
get used to the idea," he said, in a flat, low, strong tone.
     "Well, then you're not my son," she screamed.  She got up from the
table.  Dan was angry now.
     "How can you say that?  How can you look at me and say that?" Dan
said, crying.
     "If you are what you say you are, then you can just forget about me,"
his mom yelled at him.
     Dan was shocked beyond belief.  His brother heard the argument and
made his way downstairs.  He was standing in the door way of the kitchen
between the dining room.  Dan looked over at him briefly through his tears.
     "Bea, look, you're obviously excited," his dad finally said.  "Let's
just let it drop for now," he said, looking at Dan.
     "No, Dad.  I can't leave like this.  I love you, Mom.  And thought you
loved me.  How can you say that I am not your son?"
     His mom started speaking slowly and softly.  "You are not my son, so
as long as you are gay!" she ended, screaming.
     "Fine!" Dan said, not wanting to take much more of this verbal abuse.
"Then I'm leaving!"  Dan was very upset and pissed off.  And he wanted his
mom to know it too.  "Yeah, that's right, I'm pissed off at you, you bitch!
I can't believe you just said that!  Fuck you!"

     That lit off a fuse in Dan's mom's mind.  She lunged for her son, and
started slapping him.  Dan screamed.
     His Dad stepped in a restrained her.  Dan and his mom locked eyes,
tears falling.  Dan felt hatred towards his mother, something he never felt
before.
     "Fine, I'm not your son after this.  I DON'T WANT YOU FOR A MOTHER!"
Dan screamed, getting up and leaving the room.  He ran up the steps,
slammed the door, and called Joe.  By this time, it was 1AM, Dan didn't
care, though.

     In the middle of the night, Joe heard his phone line ring.  He waited
for two rings, then stumbled out of bed in the dark and answered the phone.
     "Yeah?" Joe asked, in a sleepy voice.
     "Joe," said the voice, who sounded like he was in tears.
     Joe immediately woke up and answered, "yeah?  What is it, Dan? What's
wrong?"
     "Everything, man.  I'm coming back down tonight."
     Joe sat up in bed, quickly.  "Dan, wait.  What happened?"
     "I can't tell you now Joe!  I'm lucky I'm allowed to make this phone
call.  My parents know, that's all I can say.  I'm leaving."
     Joe sighed, "Okay, man.  Be careful driving down.  You're welcome to
stop by my house. In fact, I want you to."
     "Okay, Joe.  I need you man," he said starting to cry.
     "Oh, don't worry man, I'll be here for you when you get here."
     "Okay, bye," Dan said, hanging up afterwards.  He looked around his
room, wondering if this was the last time he was ever going to see it.  He
took a few more of things than he came with, and put them all in a suitcase
and walked down the steps.
     His mother was still crying in the kitchen.  His dad came into the
living room.
     "Thanks, Dan, for leaving me with this mess," his Dad said, giving him
a hug.
     "I don't care what she does," Dan said.  "She said it first.  I'm not
her son.  She's not my mom.  I can live without her," Dan said with tears
in his eyes.  His dad gave him another big hug.
     "Don't worry, Daniel.  I'll work it all out," His dad said.  Dan
looked up at his father and saw in his eyes that he would.
     "Thanks, Dad. Call me," Dan said, picking up his bag and heading out
the door.
     "Yo, Dan," said a voice from the shadows out on the front lawn.
     Dan jumped up in the air.  "God!  You scared me," he said as his
younger brother came out into the light, smoking a cigarette.
     "I heard everything in there, man. I'm sorry Mom went so ballistic."
     "So, you're okay with it?" he asked.
     "Dan, you're my brother.  I'll have a hard time getting used to it,
but you are my brother. I still love and care about you, man.  Come on,
I'll go home with you, man.  I don't want you driving like this man," He
said, taking his big brother by the shoulders, directing him towards his
car
     "What will Mom say?" he asked, as he put his stuff in the car.
     "Who cares, I'm 18!  She can't do anything to me, man.  I'll be back
this weekend, right?"
     "Yeah, I'll drive you back up Sunday," Dan said.
     "Besides, I want to talk to you," Sean stated.
     "Oh, okay," Dan said, wondering how this car ride was going to go.
     His brother grabbed the keys away from him.
     "Dude, look at you, you've got tears in your eyes.  You ain't gonna
see shit on the road like that."
     Dan didn't fight it, and let his bro drive.  Soon they were on the
road, an hour more to drive.
     "So, you heard everything?"
     "Well, not everything, man, just Mom yelling 'You're gay?'"
     Dan smiled at that, because of the way Sean imitated his mother.
     Dan sighed, and said, "Oh, fuck, what am I going to do?  That was not
like me or Mom!"
     "I know," Sean said.
     "What the fuck should I now?"
     "Well, Dad will calm Mom down," Sean said.  "But, as far as you and
Mom go, I don't know.  I've never heard her shout like that before."
     "Yeah, neither did I."
     There was some silence.
     Sean broke it by asking, "Dan, when was the first time you were sure
that you were gay?"
     Dan grinned at that question.  "I don't know, man.  As far as I can
remember, I liked the sight of boys and men.  I guess it was in 10th grade
that I really started to notice I was different," Dan said.  "Why do you
ask that?"
     "I'm curious, because, well, I've started to have feelings for guys,"
Sean said softly, looking intently on the road.
     "WHAT?" Dan asked.
     "I think I could be sort of the same way as you, man," Sean said,
looking briefly at Dan.
     "No shit," Dan said, softly.
     "Yeah, I try not to think about it, though.  But one day, I know I"m
gonna have to face it.  I don't think I'm gay, I like women too."
     "I don't," Dan interrupted.
     "Yes, I figured that.  But I am having feelings for guys that I've
suppressed for so long.  But they keep surfacing and getting stronger,
man."
     "Well, I'm not going to help you or anything!"
     "Shut up, Dan!  I didn't ask you to.  Ew, that sick, man."
     Dan laughed.  "I was just kidding man."
     They bullshited for a while longer, something they hadn't done in a
while, laughing, having a good time, despite what had happened less than
hour before.
     Sooner or later, Dan and Sean arrived at Joe's house.  The house was
pitch black, except for the porch light on.  There was a figure sitting on
the porch chair.  It had to be Joe.
     Dan said from inside the car, "there he is.  That's Joe, the man!"
     Sean gave him the once over, and replied, "He IS cute!  But he's not
really my type," Sean said.
     "And just what is?" Dan asked, getting out of the car.
     "We'll get to that later."

     Joe was shocked to see two people get out of Dan's car.  He went down
to the sidewalk and greeted the two people.  Dan ran to Joe and gave him a
big hug and short kiss on the lips.
     "Joe, this is my brother, Sean." Dan said, pointed to Sean.  Sean
extended his hand.  Sean, this is Joe, the Man!"
     Joe could not believe his eyes.  It looked like a younger version of
Dan.  He had the same curly hair, the same blue eyes, a little different
features in the face, same body type, a little shorter, but still as cute.
     Joe smiled and shook Sean's hand. Joe was still very anxious about
what was wrong with Dan.  "Would you like to go to my apartment?"
     "Sure," Joe said.  Fuck the parents, Joe thought.  They'll find out
where he is when he calls tomorrow morning.
     So, Dan told the story of the fight, and Joe listened, wide-eyed and
blown away.
     "Man, I'm tearing up just listening to you tell it," Joe said, wiping
his tears, after he was finished.  Joe thought of Dan in the situation, and
felt extremely bad for him.
     "Yeah, I know," Dan said, tearing up.  "I can believe she said that
I'm not her son!"
     "Well, maybe she needs some time to get over it," Joe said. "My
parents needed some time to get used to it."
     "Yeah, but does your parents have two boys that may both swing that
way?"  Sean asked.
     Joe looked at Dan, with his mouth wide open in shock.  "What?"
     "My bro informed me on the way down here that he has been thinking
about guys lately," Dan said.
     Joe laughed, quietly.  "Man, that's fucked up!"
     "Tell me about it," Dan said.  "Well, we're here," he said, as they
all got out of the car.
     "Cool," Sean said.  HE turned off the car and opened the trunk for
Dan.
     They all went up to Dan's apartment.  Dan's roommates were not around.
     "Man, I'm tired," Joe said.
     "What?"
     "I'm tired, you woke me up, and then gave me the shock of my life, and
now your safe in your home town.  I'd say it's time for me to be tired
again," Joe said, laying down on the couch.
     "Well don't get too comfortable on that couch, man.  You're sleeping
with me," He whispered so his brother couldn't here him.  He felt funny
being loving in front of his little brother.
     "Well, then carry me," Joe said, smiling, his eyes closed.
     "Okay," Dan said, scooping him up into his arms like a baby and
carrying him into his room.  He set him down on the bed, and went back out.
     "Sean, I've got an extra blanket in the closet there, and an extra
pillow too.  Feel free to help yourself, you know like you usually do," Dan
said.  "I'm going to bed.'
     Dan got undressed to his boxers.  Joe had already done the same, and
was between the sheets of Dan's bed.  Dan crawled in bed with him,
snuggling up behind him.  It was so comfortable and familiar.  But tonight,
the thoughts of Dan's mom came back into Dan's head.  He started crying,
quietly.
     Joe turned around to face him.  "Dan, babe, it's gonna be okay, just
give it time, babe," he said, taking Dan in his arms.  Dan rested his face
on Joe's chest.
     "I hope you're right," Dan said, through tears.
     Joe kissed Dan on the forehead. "As long as I'm with you, I will make
sure of it," Joe promised.
     Dan hugged Joe back, and soon they both drifted off to sleep.


Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 02:57:08 EDT
From: SNJBoy21@aol.com
Subject: Dan, The Man Part X

Hello, all you Dan, the Man readers.  I'd like to say thanks to all the
people that have responded over the last month about this series, such as
Chris, John, Junior, Mikey, Jeno, Don, FrenchTTU, all of the people I can't
remember the names to (I'm sorry, I'm terrible at names), I thank all of
you who responded, gave me suggestions and ideas!  And also, a special
thanks to Kris, who helped formulate this last part of the series.  Hang in
there man.  I want to say I also realize this has impacted some people
deeper than I believe it ever would, and if I aid in helping you cope
through your problems, I'm very happy I did.  (This is sort of like a
farewell speech).  I wish I could change this into a movie or something.  I
think it would be fun to do that.  If anyone wants to continue this story
(with my help of course), I think it would be fun to do that also.  Just
let me know by e-mailing me at SNJBoy21@aol.com Thanks again for being such
wonderful readers!  And now...

Dan, The Man Part X

     I awoke to a strange, but pleasureful sensation.  I opened my eyes,
and felt something near my waist.
     Dan's mouth was on my cock, giving me the most wonderful head!  I
moaned out loud.  Dan looked up at me.
     "So, you finally woke up?" He said, smiling.
     "Who wouldn't wake up with that wonderful sensation?" I asked,
smiling.  He looked up at me, smiling.
                                                       "Well, don't stop,
man," I said, laughing.
     Dan went back to work on my hard cock, sucking every inch of it, deep
throating it at some points.  His hands were stroking my balls, making it
feel even better.  Then, suddenly the idea came out of no where.  I had to
have him in my ass, and I had to have it this morning.  He must've heard me
say that in my head, because he moved lower and lower licking my balls, and
then finally licking my ass.  His tongue probed every inch of my ass, and
even tried to enter it.  I was moaning in pleasure.
     "I take it, you liked that?" He said, taking a break, smiling up at
me.
     "Oh, yeah, man," I said.  It was now or never.  "Dude, you got any
lube?" I asked.
     "Yeah, why?"
     "I really want to feel you inside me, man," I said, softly, looking
into his deep blue eyes.
     "Yeah?" he asked, surprised, but happy.
     "Yes," I sighed.  "Please."
     Dan said nothing, reached over the side of the bed, and grabbed
something from underneath it.  He went back down where he was earlier, and
soon enough, I felt this cool slippery stuff on my ass, and his finger
gently penetrated my ass.  He took it slowly, and gently.  I gasped as he
shoved it in more. It felt so good.  I had to have his cock in it now!
     "Dan, who cares if it hurts.  I can take it, man.  Please, just fuck
me," I begged.
     Dan looked at me and said, "you sure?"
     I answered, "Yes."
     He put on his condom on his hard cock, and lubed it up as well.  He
aimed his cock for my hole and gently guided it in.  It hurt, I won't deny
that, but it felt good too.  He stayed in for a good minute before moving
any further.  Thank god!
     "How's it feel?" I asked him.
     "You have the tightest ass, man.  It feels so good," Dan said, in
pleasure.
     "Oh, yeah?  Well, give me more your hard cock, insde of me," I said,
grunting as he slid more of in me.  He started thrusting in and out,
slowly, going in more and more each thrust.  I started moaning.  Damn it
felt good.
     "Oh, yeah, Dan.  Come on, give it to me, now, babe," I said.
     Dan was leaning over me, and his face was close to mine.  We kissed,
passionately, our tongues fighting with one another, trying to suck one out
of the others mouths.  It was pure heat.
     Dan's rhythm increased and so did his power.  I moaned louder, as it
felt so good.  Dan reached down and started stroking my hard cock.  I knew
I wasn't going to hold it much longer.
     "Aw, come on, Dan, make me cum," I said.
     "Yeah, I';ll make you shoot your fuckin' load, dude," He said, deeply
as he concentrated on fucking me.
     "You like that in your ass, don't you?" he asked.
     "Oh yeah, man.  I love it.  I love you, man," I said, looking into his
eyes, then closing mine in complete pleasure.  He gave me a few more
strokes, and suddenly it just happened.
     "Man, I'm gonna shoot," I yelled.  It was so intense, that I actually
yelled when I shot my load.  "DAN!  Aw, babe!"  I said and continued
moaning.
     Dan pulled out of me, soon after that, tore off his condom, and
started stroking his cock and shot his load on my chest as well.  We were
both tired after that.
     "Dude, it's like 1PM," Dan said, looking up at the clock.
     "So, we slept fro about 6 hours?" I asked.
     "Yeah," he said.
     We got up, cleaned up, took showers, and Dan woke up his younger
brother off the couch.  We then went out to eat breakfast/lunch.  We talked
more about the situation Dan was in.  Dan had decided not to worry about
it. He had his brother and father on his side.  He figured his mother would
come around to it some time soon.  He just assumed to stay away from her
for the time being.  Which Joe and Sean agreed with.
     We also talked about the situation Sean was in.  I mentioned that Paul
seemed to take a liking to Dan, and probably would take a liking to Sean,
and was probably in the same boat as Sean.  Sean looked very anxious to
meet him.  However, Paul was away with his family on Easter Vacation, so a
meeting was not possible.  But Dan and I both kept it in the back of our
minds.
     I had to go home that night to visit my family and relatives that were
vising.  Dan and Sean came over as well.  It went smoothly.  It took all
the strength I not to kiss Dan in front of them all.  He just made me so
proud that he was mine, and I was his.  I wanted to show the world that we
were each other's.
     Surprisingly, when we got back, there was a message on my PhoneMail,
that Paul was indeed back on-campus and wanted to get together that night.
I called him up and he was over in flash.  Before he came, Dan and I gave
Sean the rundown of Paul in a nutshell about him being a suspected closet
case.  Sean smiled in amusement.
     "Well, maybe I'll have to seduce him," Sean said, grinning evilly.
     "If you do, man, you are the man!" I said, getting up to answer the
knocking door.
     "Hey, Paul, come on up!" I said.
     "Hey, sexy, wanna fool around tonight?  My roommate's gone for the
whole weekend," he said, running his hand up my stomach and chest.
     Dan cleared his throat as he was standing at the top of the steps,
looking down.
     "Oh, hey Dan!" Paul smiled, walking up the steps.  He walked into the
apartment, passing Dan, and gave a look I'll never forget in the direction
Sean.
     Paul looked like he was in love.  His mouth opened halfway, and he
froze and stared at Sean.  Sean immediately smiled when he saw Paul's face
appear in the door way.  Dan and I looked at each other, and shook hands.
Nothing was done that night, however, Sean and Paul both exchanged e-mail
address and phone number, to all our surprises.
     I rode up with Dan and Sean on Sunday.  Sean couldn't stop talking
about Paul.  He wanted to know more about him.  This was a very good sign.
Both his parents were out, so we didn't' get to talk to them.  It was
better just the same, I thought.  I'll have plenty of time to meet them
over the summer.
     When I got back, Paul, Ro, and Kev were sitting in the living room.  I
was not in there two minutes when Paul said, "Joe, wanna go for a walk?"
To be honest with you, I enjoyed our walks together at night, just the two
of us.  He would smoke a cigar, I would smoke cigarettes and we'd talk
about anything on our mind.  I knew this was going to come.
     "Sure," I said, and we headed out the door.
     "So, did he like me?" Paul said, after a moment of silence.
     "Who?" I asked, playing dumb.
     "Sean!  Did he like me?" Paul asked.
     "Oh, Sean," I said, laughing.  "Yeah, he liked you.  Why?"
     "Just asking, that's all."
     "Well, you certainly seemed to take an interest in him," I said.
     Paul just chuckled.  "Yeah, I know.  He is cute."
     "What did you just say Paul?"
     "Nothing," He said, quickly, blushing.
     "I think good ol' straight Paul maybe having some feelings towards a
male," I said, smiling.
     "Yeah, " Paul said.  "I can't help it.  I thought Dan was fuckin'
cute.  Sean is fuckin' gorgeous!"
     I laughed at that comment.  "I'd never thought I'd ever hear you say
that about a man, Paul."
     "I sent him an e-mail today," Paul said.
     "He'll probably respond," I said, softly.  "He did like you."
     Paul gave me a hug, spontaneously.  "Thanks, Joe."
     "For what?"
     "For meeting a guy like Dan, who has a brother named Sean," he said,
smiling.
     "Oh!"
     We walked back to the apartment and nothing more was said.

     Which brings us to now.

     "Daniel Michael Gallagher"
     "What, Joseph Michael E.?"
     "Just saying your whole name for the hell of it," I laughed.
     We were sitting in my apartment, enjoying one last time before I moved
out of there.  I don't know what was going through his head, but I was
remembering the first time we kissed in my bedroom.  The time flew by, it
seemed.
     "Boy, time passed by quickly, didn't it?" He asked.
     "I was just thinking the same thing," I said, looking at his cute
face.
     He smiled and held out his hand before he got up.  I gladly took it.
"Well, at least I'll still have my place," he said.
     "Yeah, and I'll be stuck at home living with the family again."
     Dan laughed.  "You know you're always welcome in my apartment, dude,"
he said, turning serious.
     "Yes, you've said about a thousand times," I said, kissing him quickly
on the cheek.
     He laughed.  We got up, and made a final round in my apartment.
Normally, I like to move in and move out by myself.  However, with Dan, it
was a new experience.  I was happy he was there.
     Kevin came up the steps as we walked back into the living room.
"Wanna go catch one last smoke?"
     We both smiled at one another and smiled back at Kev.  We headed out
the back door as we had done a million times it seemed.
     "Well, Joe, we're gonna miss you here next year," Kev said.
     "I'll miss you too, man," I said, taking a drag.  "But those are the
breaks.  It figures.  I started college commuting, and I'm ending it
commuting."
     "At least you don't live far away, man," Dan said.
     "Yeah, true."
     We made small talk.  Kev had just returned from turning in his key,
and was ready to leave after his smoke.
     "Well, this is it, man," said Kev, as he stood in the doorway.  "I'm
out of here.  It was interesting living with you for two years,
practically."
     I laughed.  Kev stuck out his hand to shake hands, I grabbed his hand
and pulled him into a hug, even though I knew he probably wouldn't like it
too much. I gave him a strong hug, and he returned the strength, which made
me smile.  I held him for about three seconds and let go.
     "See you sometime this summer," I said.  He said he would, and walked
out the door leaving Dan and I alone for the moment.  Ro walked in the next
minute, however.
     "Hey Joe, are you ready to drop this stuff off at your house?" he
asked.
     Ro, Kev, and I agreed that we would keep some stuff in my basement
over the summer, so they could pick it up next fall for the apartment
again. It would save them space in their cars, and my basement had the room
(though my mom would disagree).
     "Yeah, I guess so, man.  Are you ready to go now?" I asked.
     "Sure man," he said.

     I grabbed my keys out of my pocket, and turned to Dan.
     "Oh, shit, Dan," I said.  "There's not enough room in my car to fit
you in," I said, remembering I had filled the car to the max, not thinking
ahead.
     Dan smiled, and said,"That's okay.  Ro do you have room in your front
seat?"
     "Yeah, man," He said, taking out his keys.  We headed out the door,
and went out to our respective cars.  I wanted Dan to ride with me, but it
was only a 15 minute ride.
     "You wanna follow me?" I asked, opening my car door.
     "Yeah," yelled Ro, across the parking lot.
     "Cool, see ya at home," I said, getting into my Camry.
     That was the last time I ever saw them alive.  On our way to my house,
some drunk driver (in the middle of the day, can you believe that?)
sideswiped Ro's Blazer, blowing through a stop sign.  I saw the whole scene
in my rear-view mirror. I was shocked, horrified, and devastated.  It was
all a blur to me except one thing.  The last thing I ever saw of Dan was
his face pressed up against his passenger's door window, blood dripping
down his poor face, his eyes wide open.  It was very painful.  Very
painful.
     I know I'll get by, and I know I will live on.  But, that day, some
part of me died.  I had lost one of my best friends in college for three
years, and I had lost the love of my life, which was so hard to find.  He
had taught me a lot.  TV work, little things in life.  But most
importantly, he taught me how to love, and to be loved by exactly the right
person.  He was that person.  He was Dan, the Man.  And will always be with
me, forever.


     
Well, that's all I have to say about that.  I must emphasize that this is a
work of fiction.  None of the events have happened in real life.  All the
characters are made up, and similarities that you might think are purely
coincidental.  The series Dan, The Man is completed.  But, I hope to write
more soon with Joe continuing his life. Thanks for all the support again.
I really appreciate all of you!  If you want to say any last comments about
this series, please feel free to e-mail me at SNJBoy21@aol.com