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As he brought the blue undies up to his face, and breathed deeply of the material his eyes closed and he could see Cain standing before him. Cain was the only one in the whole world who understood him, who was his one and only real friend amongst all the other’s.

Cain stood almost as tall as Todd, but was one year younger. yet they had been friends forever, ever since Pop Warner football. He smiled as he saw Cain standing by the bed, totally buck naked. His chest still hairless, but there was the beginnings of some, least he claimed there was. Funny how that always brought a chuckle from Todd, then the demand to see those so called hairs.

That always led to a very close inspection, which generally meant that Todd would run his hands along the smooth pink skin, feeling for those imaginary hairs. He would run it along the smooth stomach, upwards around the tiny pink nipples, feeling for any chest hairs. He never did find any, but he generally did find lots more interesting features to Cain.

Funny, it hadn’t really hit him until that moment, when Cain stood there, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked up at him, standing there, his hands behind his back, his face lowered to the floor. God he was a beautiful looking young man now, never mind how he’d be in a few years with some added growth. They had spent a nice evening enjoying each other, and now it was near time to leave.

Cain had been rather subdued the whole night through. His passion had been tempered and even Todd hadn’t really been in much of a love making mood. Their sex had been awkward at best, not the ever lasting stuff memories were made of. Todd felt bad as he struggled to sit up to look at his friend and lover these last three years.

“Come on Cain... don’t take it so hard.. I’ll be home for the holidays”

“it isn’t that Todd” the quiet voice spoke.

“Well ... what is it... come on... we’ve known each other too long and too well to have this come between us.”

“It’s not that Todd... shit man... I just wanted this last time together to be special... instead I spent most of the time crying in your arms.... shit I am an ass..”

“Fuck... I had as many tears as you did... it was special Cain... you have to know that.”

“Yeah... I suppose.... it’s just... fuck here I go again..”

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