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Mike was a pretty cool guy; him, Brett and Trey were the town's trio of super hero's. Trey was a sleek halfback on the local high school football team, and this season he had scored a whopping six TD's in one game. He also was a real hot stud. Kerry and him never really got along that well. A few years back it was Trey who led a group of kids in teasing him all summer long. They had caught him at the pond, with a major stiff and no girls around. Trey had led the chants of PUSSY BOY and other nasty names. Lately he had caught Trey watching him, but he never thought much about it. He just hoped it wasn't the beginning of another round of name calling and baiting.

Brett wasn’t a hot jock, and Kerry couldn't figure out why Mike and Trey let him hang out with them. Wherever they went, Brett was with them and so naturally all of the girls chased him too, hoping that he would lead them to their Promised Land, Mike and Trey. Mike naturally was the team Quarterback and he had made All State and had gotten a partial football scholarship to Oregon State University. Trey had gotten one for there too and the rumor was that Brett had wangled some type of assistance program and was also attending Oregon. It really was strange, Kerry thought, how those three always kept together. They went on dates together with mostly Cheerleaders; they went to parties together and just about everywhere.

Kerry was coming up to the garage and he could tell Mike wasn't working yet. He thought about dawdling but decided against it. Besides he had seen Mike's bare chest enough to be able to close his eyes and see it as if it was there in front of him. He was smitten with Mike. Mike was the type of guy you could really get into, the way he walked, his slow drawl, the way his dark eyes burned through a person, the chiseled chest, the hard flat stomach, it all was enough to send a fag into ecstasy singularly never mind being all wrapped up in one hot 6 foot 1 inch tall package. He always wore those damn tight blue jeans and the standard flannel shirt but with Mike it worked, and that shirt was almost always wide open, and those nipples, man you could die for them. This was turning into a sexy walk for Kerry and he was in rush, except once he got home he just might have to attend to some personal business. Kerry's gait increased as his thoughts turned to Mike and those nipples.

Kerry continued his walk. He was now out on the old highway leading to his place when he heard the sound of a motorbike coming up the road, heading towards him and town. He slowed down ‘cause not too many people in town owned a bike, in fact one of those was Mike and he sure looked hot with his helmet and leather jacket whenever he was on that bike.

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