Chapter 5

“Is it though? You gave us those blue pills and-“

Rex cuts him off, “No we didn’t. We only told you that we did. All you guys had tonight was two beers — spiked with nothing. Two regular beers, that’s it. The erections you guys are continuing to sport right now? Think about what kinds of things made you hard tonight. No girls ever came down here. Girls were hardly even talked about. Every time you got harder it was from a sight, a word or a thought that was about a boy. Like Dave and Ben tickle fighting, or measuring you up and smelling your shoes. Or you smelling John’s rancid socks.”

John yells out, “Hey!” and the crowd laughs.

Kevin says, “Think about it. There was no chemical aid here. Your raging boners were for the guys in this room and especially for each other.”

I look at Allan and he’s already looking at me. Our arms hang down at our sides, yet still, we’re pointing at each other.

Rex says, “Part two of the Gay Test is to confess your love for each other. You both already passed part one.”

I say, “I thought we both failed.”

Kevin says, “Again, it’s a matter of perspective. If you pretend to be hetero when you’re actually something else, then you failed tonight. But if you pass part two, admit who you are and walk out of here hand-in-hand in love, then how could you be anything but winners?”

Rex says, “Here’s what’s gonna happen. The crowd fun is over. No more humiliation. No more tickling or unsolicited orgasms or being on display. You two are going into the guest bedroom over there, closing the door behind you and your gonna make out. When you realize that everyone else is right and you’re in love with each other, you can come out and go home to finish your weekend of sleeping over together, but the rest of this weekend might involve more than just pizza and video games.”

We are gently guided and pushed into the room. We both sit our naked asses on the made bed. I say, “So, what do you think?”

What do I think? I think I still have a raging hardon that is apparently all natural with no pharmaceutical assistance. I think that the sight, the touch and even the thought of other guys has been turning me on all night. I think that the cutest boy in this house tonight is sitting on this bed next to me. Actually, he’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met IRL. And his natural boner is pointing right at me. I think I need to tell Bo everything I just thought. So I do.

Bo takes my hands in his and just holds them. We’ve never held hands before. It’s nice. We turn, facing each other and scootch closer together until our legs are wrapped around each other. We hug and smush our bodies into one. Our chests and bellies are pressed together. Our dicks are pressed together. And now I press my lips to his.

Everything that happened to my body tonight was unforgettable, but this still my first ever kiss. It’s so tender, so gentle, so loving and so right. He parts my lips and his tongue finds mine. There are more fireworks going off in my body, but this time it’s even better than before. As our kissing gets more passionate, we start rubbing our bodies into each other. I’m not sure if Bo realizes it our not, but the underside of my erection is rubbing against the underside of his. We keep kissing. We keep grinding. We start moaning. And then…oops. It’s mostly on our chests and bellies, but we seem to have made a new mess. A new mess that is partly on the bed.

Apparently, we made enough noise that Rex decided he needed to check on us. The door flies open and light floods the room. He smiles a genuinely happy beaming smile when he sees us in an embrace, but then he sees the mess, including what’s on the bed.

In unison, Bo and I say, “Sorry.”

Rex says, “Oh, man! My grandma sleeps in here sometimes.”

All three of us laugh.

While they changed the rules and rewrote the script for this year’s Virgin Hunt, some traditions cannot be broken. In this case, all we got back was our underwear. Our cellphones and our clothing will be kept as souvenirs and evidence along with the notes Rex meticulously took, to represent the official record of this year’s event. They even kept our shoes and socks. We had congratulatory back slaps and butt pats all around as we made our way into the humid night wearing nothing but our precum crusted undies. We were informed that we were actually lucky to even get those back.

We felt like thieves in the night as we snuck around the three blocks back to Allan’s house. We crept from tree to tree and bush to bush. It was 3:00 AM by the time we crashed in his bed.

We slept all through the day on Saturday until dinner time. We were (literally) drained from the night before. We each took showers and got dressed. We spent a couple hours working on a school assignment that was due Monday. We were starving, so Allan called and ordered pizza again.

Tired of school work, Bo flops backwards on my bed. When he does so, his shirt rides up revealing a strip of vulnerable skin above his sweatpants. I’m getting just a halfmoon peek at what I know is the most perfect and beautiful belly button in the world. My crotch responds.

I distract myself by twisting side to side in my desk chair. Bo props himself on his elbows looks at me with a glint in his eye. He suggests that I go get us some sodas before the delivery guy gets here.

I stand, and he shoots his feet out and hooks them through the arms of my chair. I’m trapped. It’s a pretty awesome place to be trapped: between Bo’s legs. He reaches his arms around to my butt and gabs an ass cheek in each hand. He runs his teeth up and down then length of my now fully erect cock through the fabric of my sweatpants. He reaches up and pulls them down past my hips and I spring free. He takes all of my five inches in his mouth at once and I gasp.

But then the buzzer rings. My parents must be out, because it rings and rings and rings. Bo backs off me and says, “The dude is persistent.”

Then I realize that the buzzing is not the front doorbell at all. It’s not the pizza dude. It’s the alarm on my phone. And I was asleep. I sit up and there rests my phone on my bedside table. It’s not Saturday night, it’s Saturday morning. And I have my phone. And in addition to my crusty, precum stained underwear, I’m wearing my socks and a t-shirt. The way Bo and I always do on our sleepovers. The same socks and t-shirt that I wore to the party last night and didn’t get back. And actually, my underwear isn’t so crusty either. Well, I am an eighteen-year-old boy, so no more crusty than usual.

I pick up my phone and silence the alarm. It’s 9:00 AM. I glance to my left and there’s Bo in his usual weekend sleepover spot, also wearing his t-shirt and socks. I look down at the floor and there are my jeans and my Osiris high tops, right where I must have discarded them last night. Bo stirs on his side of my bed. I can see from here that his jeans and sneakers are on the floor too. What is going on here?

Bo sits up, “Oh, right. You set the alarm because you wanted us to go to that signing at the bookstore this morning. Do you still want to go?”

He says, “I think something was wrong with that pizza last night. It gave me really weird dreams.”

I say, “Right. We stayed home. We didn’t go to Mindy’s party.”

Bo sighs, “Why did we chicken out?”

I stick him with my elbow. “You are why! You started in with that whole Virgin Hunt crap. Everyone knows it’s not real. It’s lore. Then you were all like, ‘we don’t know her twin brother Rex and if we get stuck with the guys, it’ll just suck”. You are why we didn’t go.”

He looks up at me with big brown eyes, “Did you have weird dreams too?”

I nod, “The weirdest.”

He says, “In a strange way, I feel like we did go to that party.”

I double check and all of our stuff is still here. I even pretend like I have an itch on my foot so I can pull down my sock and see if the bottom of my foot is dirty. After the three block barefoot walk home, we both had dirty black soles of our feet. Were dead tired and didn’t clean ourselves up at all. Right now, my foot is spotless. Clean and probably as odor free as ever.

I say, “I kind of feel that way too.”

So, was it all a dream? It had to be. Just a case of eating bad pizza. Did Bo have the same weird dream I had? Is that even possible? What if he did? Should I ask him? What if he didn’t and I got stuck telling him about the homoerotic dream I had starring him. I’d have to tell him all of the things those guys did to me. And then the things we said to each other. And did to each other. Can I do that? Do I really feel those things?

Bo smiles at me and I feel a tingle run down my spine. He says, “Well, at least we won’t still be virgins when college starts.”

I notice that the way we are sitting cross-legged on my bed, my left knee is touching his right knee. And my right foot is pressed against his left foot. Neither of us makes a move to back away.

Bo opens his hand and places it palm up on my leg. I take his hand in mine and he gives a squeeze, sending another jolt of electricity through me. I risk a glance down and see that we both have stiffies. I think he really might be a couple inches bigger than me.

He replies, “No, we won’t.” He scrunches his toes against mine and I scrunch back.

I say, “I suppose we do have all summer.”

He grins again, “And right now.”

He leans in and kisses me. It’s the 4th of July again inside my body, except this time, it’s not a dream. That was a dream last night, right? Right. Of course it was. I kiss him back. I learned some technique in that dream last night and I surprise Bo with my tongue.

As we break apart, I smile back at him. I press my hand on his heart, “Bo, I think that just maybe we both had the same dream last night.”

I get up and walk over to my bedroom door, my full-mast erection guiding me and pointing the way. I lock the door and say to Bo, “Fuck the book signing.” I climb back in bed.

He says, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Do your feet really never stink? Like, never? Not even after like a run or something? What eighteen-year-old boy never has smelly shoes or feet?”

I laugh, “I guess your eighteen-year-old boy doesn’t. I also guess there’s a long, hot summer ahead of us where you can conduct your own private investigation into the matter every single day.”

He giggles, “I plan to.”

“And let me ask you something. Do you really have the world’s most ticklish belly?”

“You also have every day to find out. The best decision we ever made in our lives was the decision to be college roommates,” he says.

We both laugh. We kiss again.

Bo says, “I think I love you.”

A warmth spreads though me. I say, “Me to. I think I always have. I just didn’t know it.”

He grins, “We knew. We just didn’t know we knew.”