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After a few minutes, he could tell that they were coming up to his place. He felt the bike turn and noticed the big old tree at the entrance, and he sighed as his ride was coming to an end. The bike slowed at the stand of large shade trees, just before the big old ranch house of Kerry. The bike idled and Kerry still held on tight. He wished he lived a thousand miles further, but he knew he would have to let go. As he started to unclasp his hands, he felt a hand rest on his still clenched hands. A shock wave entered his body and he almost shook from the strength of it. Mike kept his hand there for a good few seconds.
Kerry almost fell off the bike, the jolt was so intense. He could feel Mike tense as well. He slowly got off the bike, and Mike looked over to him, his helmet off and in his hand.
“So this is your place hey? Not bad at all, lots of room around here.”
“Yeah,” was all Kerry could manage.
“Do much camping?” Mike asked.
“Some” he replied. His mouth was like glue, he wanted to say so much more but he was petrified. Why was Mike paying such attention to him? They barely spoke during school and now, on the last day he was being like an old time friend.
“Maybe you wanna come with me and the boys later on, we always go up to the lake the first few weeks of the break, kind of to unwind, let off some steam, if you know what I mean.”
Mike was staring at him, his eyes were levelled straight at Kerry, as if searching him, looking for an opening. Kerry shifted his stance, he was unsure at this sudden invitation. He thought back to past summers, how these guys had tormented him and now he was being included in their summer ritual? He thought it was a set up, but his urgent desire to be one of the guys was too much. More than thought, the idea of being alone with the three hottest studs in town was too much for his virgin soul. “Sure, sounds like fun,” he finally managed to croak.
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