Well, here's the latest installment. I'm almost sorry I did it, but... I feel like I had to. I dunno. Let me know what you think. I'm nervous, but eh... it was inevitable.

SETH AND RYLEE (and Ben?) PART NINE

Rylee wondered out mindlessly to his car. He still couldn't wrap his head around anything that had just happened. It was just... too absurd. 'How didn't I see it sooner?' he thought over and over again. In reality, he was just lying to himself in order to justify his actions. He had seen it. Since the beginning, he'd had his questions about Ben. It wasn't long until he'd subconciously made up his mind; Ben was gay. But to recognize that would to put blame on himself. This couldn't be Rylee's fault. Rylee was the nicest guy in school. He'd never flirt with someone like that just for kicks. It was a total bitch move.

Shutting the door, Rylee sat in the car in silence. Soon the heat got to him and he turned on the VW Passat. As the air blowing out of the vents eventually turned cold, Rylee just sat. Thinking. Suddenly, the vibration of his cell phone on the passenger seat brought him back to reality. He grabbed it and checked the front screen. It was Seth. Staring at the name, Rylee couldn't decide if Seth was the only person he wanted to talk to or the last person he wanted to talk to. After a few rings, Rylee flipped the phone open. "Hello.."

"Hey Rylee. How was practice today?"

Rylee rolled his eyes. "Umm, it was... tough."

Seth didn't really have much to say and Rylee couldn't bring himself to tell him what had just happened. Seth quickly noticed how distant Rylee seemed.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh nothing..." Rylee replied. "Just... I dunno. It's been sort of a bad day."

"Why is that?" Seth asked, trying to be a good boyfriend.

"No reason," was all Rylee could say. "Hey, umm, I should go."

"Alright, I guess." Seth was totally unprepared to deal with emotions. He couldn't deal with his own, let alone his boyfriend's. "Give me a call later tonight if you want to talk. I always love hearing from you."

Rylee smiled. 'Why don't you just tell him...' he thought to himself. "I might give you a call. Umm, so yeah. Bye." With that, the conversation was over. Rylee put his cell phone on the seat beside him and put the car in gear. He hadn't even bothered to check for any other cars when he started to reverse. Slamming on the breaks and honking the horn, another car stopped just short of Rylee's bumper. Rylee pulled the car forward into the space and looked into his mirror. The car slowly drove forward and pulled into the space next to him. It was Ben. Rylee shot him a look of confusion and rolled down his window.

"What are you doing here?" he called to Ben as he got out of his car.

"What do you care?" Ben smiled back and continued toward the school. Rylee opened his door and got out to follow him.

"Wait Ben. Hold up," Rylee said.

"Look! I have to pay some fees and turn in some enrollment papers or whatever they are. Alright! That's what I'm doing. Can you leave me alone now?"

"Look Ben. I don't.. I dunno, I don't want you hating me.''

Ben smirked. "Yeah, well that's nice. I thought I'd already made myself pretty clear on how I felt about you. But we both know how that played out." Ben turned and walked to the doors.

"Now... Ben. Just wait," Rylee said, standing there. He still didn't know what he was doing. Apparently Ben didn't want to talk to him. But being in a position like this made Rylee feel awful. He couldn't handle disappointing other people. It was one of the biggest reasons he continued to excel at sports. He had to make things right or all he'd dwell on it until he had some sort of resolve.

Ben opened the doors to the school and disappeared inside. Rylee stood there, trying to decide if following him was the right thing to do. Should he be selfish and make things better for himself? Or should he be unselfish and leave Ben alone? Either way, it seemed that Rylee lost.

Finally, he started moving. He was going into that school and finding Ben. He had no idea what he was going to do, but he was about to do it. Rylee walked into the school and looked through the glass of the office door. Ben was inside handing some papers to the old, evil secretary. Rylee continued to stare as Ben signed something and recieved some other papers. He took a step back and leaned against the opposite wall as Ben made his way to the door.

Ben looked over somewhat angrily at the toned football player. "Why won't you just leave me the hell alone?" he asked.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier." Rylee said.

"You've already said that," Ben responeded and began to walk down the hallway. Rylee once again started to follow. He caught up quickly and grabbed ahold of Ben's arm fairly violently. Ben tried to shrug him off, but Rylee pushed him into a door.

"Get off of me!" Ben cried. Rylee stood in front of him, still holding onto his arm. 'What am I doing?' he thought. He looked into Ben's eyes. Ben looked right back into Rylee's. They stood there for a moment before Ben leaned forward and kissed Rylee. Rylee instinctively closed his eyes. Ben's free hand began to feel the door until it found a handle. He turned the doorknob and both boys stumbled inside.

Immediately, they began to make-out. Unlike their sweet and tender kiss earlier, there was nothing but lust between the two boys. Ben began to tug Rylee's shirt up and feel his hard body. Rylee grabbed Ben's firm ass. They paused just long enough to remove their shirts, then went back to kissing. Rylee was feeling incredibly forceful and dominant. When he and Seth were together, he felt more submissive. With Ben, he felt totally in control and he liked it.

Wait. Seth. 'Oh my God!' Rylee thought for a moment, still kissing Ben. 'I have a boyfriend!' Somehow, the thought came and went almost unnoticed. He procceeded to make out with Ben and pushed the wanting young man into a desk. Opening his eyes momentarily and taking his mouth away from Ben's, he looked around. "This is Mr. Winan's room." He smiled at Ben, who sat ontop of the desk, his legs dangling off the end. He began to undo his pants as Rylee took a step forward.

"I have a condom," Ben told him, smiling eagerly. He proceeded to take his pants off, revealing blue and white boxer briefs... and a considerable tent.

Rylee's mind began to catch up with him. "I..." was all he could get out before Ben leaned forward and kissed him again. Ben began fidgeting with Rylee's shorts, but Rylee brought his hands down ontop of Ben's trying to stop him. Ben persisted though, and soon Rylee's shorts lay around his ankles. Ben started to massage the bulge contained in Rylee's boxers. Rylee softly moaned and pulled away from Ben.

"Stop," he said, trying to catch his breath.

Ben smiled. "No."

He put his hands on Rylee's waistband and pulled them down. Rylee had a small trail that ended in a bush of nicely trimmed pubes and large, saggy balls. His cock was beyond average in all aspects and pointed straight out away from his body.

"I didn't know you were packin this much," Ben said, and grabbed ahold of Rylee's cock. Rylee moaned softly as Ben began to jerk him off. Their lips met, and Rylee leaned into Ben. Rylee pushed Ben down onto the desk and pulled off his underwear. Rylee looked down hungrily at it. It was average; not too big and not too thick. To Rylee's surprise, Ben was uncut. He hadn't noticed it earlier in the showers. Now, Ben's forskin was still partially covering his head. Ben bit his lip as he looked down at his dick, then at Rylee. Rylee smiled back and leaned down. He grabbed Ben's dick and jerked him off for a moment. Their eyes met as Rylee slowly put his mouth around Ben's head. Ben gasped and threw his head back. Rylee took more of him into his mouth and gently grabbed Ben's small, loose balls.

"Oh shit," Ben whispered. Rylee started to bob his head up and down. Ben's breathing began to quicken and he let out soft moans from time to time. "Alright, Rylee," Ben said, pulling his head off of his cock. "Fuck me. Right now."

Rylee sent a sexy little smirk towards Ben. His underwear and shorts still lay around his ankles, and he attempted to step out of them. Meanwhile, Ben fished through his pants and pulled out his wallet. In it he found a condom that he handed to Rylee. While Rylee rolled the condom onto his fat cock, Ben spread his legs into the air. He quickly played with his asshole in preparation for the ravaging that was about to happen.

Rylee took his index and middle finger and put them in his mouth, covering them with saliva. He then slowly pushed them into Ben's ass. "Mmmmm," Ben moaned, as Rylee played with his butt. "Just fuck me."

"What?" Rylee asked, somwhat surprised.

"I want your cock in my ass. Right now," responded Ben in an almost forceful tone. Rylee pulled his fingers from Ben's ass and grabbed ahold of his dick. He aimed it at Ben's asshole, then slowly pushed in. Biting his lip, Ben let out a muffled yell and grabbed the edges of the desk for dear life.

"Are you ok?" Rylee asked, trying to act concerned as he continued to shove his dick up Ben's tight ass.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Ben said, his eyes shut tight. Rylee slowly pushed his cock in until his pubes were tickling Ben's asscheeks. He stopped for a minute, relishing the moment and allowing Ben to get used to his fat cock. He grabbed ahold of Ben's thighs and pulled out, leaving nothing but his head inside. Pushing back in, he started a reugular rhythm in and out of Ben's ass.

As the pain quickly dwindled, Ben began to enjoy the pleasures he was receiving from the chiseled football player forcrfully fucking him. He continued to hold onto the desk as Rylee's thrusts in steadily pushed him up the desk. Looking up at his lover, Ben noticed that ever muscle in Rylee's perfect body was flexed. The sight turned him on even more and he grabbed his rock hard cock. Jerking himself off, he let out subtle moans now and then, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Rylee on the other hand was having a tough time. "Oh yeah!" he moaned. Remembering he was in a school, fucking another guy on a teacher's desk, he tried to stifle his euphoria, but found it impossible to be too quiet. "Oh Ben!" Thristing in hard, he paused and looked down at a rigid Ben. "Stand up," Rylee instructed.

Ben looked at him with an overly horny look on his face. He climbed off the desk, saying "This is easily the hottest thing I've ever done." Bending over the desk, he parted his ass cheeks. Rylee clenched onto his hips and aimed back at Ben's hot hole. Thrusting in, he started an even quicker pace than the one before.

"Oh my God!" Rylee moaned. He could feel himself climaxing. Ben's breathing got louder and faster as he started to jerk himself off.

"Faster!" he told Rylee. He continued to pleasure himself as Rylee sped up the pace and began to drill Ben's ass even harder. The increased force exuding from Rylee pushed Ben over the edge. "I'm cumming," he whispered. "Oh shit!" With that, Ben unloaded all over the desk and the floor. His thick, sticky cum shot in long bursts. His hand squeezed the cum out as his body began to shake from the intense sensations.

As Ben came, Rylee felt his ass contract on his thick cock. He continued to fuck him hard until he felt himself ready to shoot his load. His breathing became short as he pushed into Ben one last time, his hands dug into Ben's skin. "Ahh," he moaned as he came up Ben's receiving end. He slowly and lethargically humped Ben a few more times as he drained his penis of any semen. Before collapsing ontop of a breathless Ben, he removed his wilting dick from out of his ass. He chuckled slightly as he kissed Ben's back.

"That was amazing," Rylee exclaimed. He stood up and let his lover do the same. Ben turned around and pulled Rylee into a deep and passionate kiss. The held each other, kissing for a moment. "We better get dressed," Rylee said. He reached a hand down to his cock and pulled off the cum filled condom.

"You were phenomenal," Ben told Rylee. "And, this might sound odd, but I've never seen so much cum in a condom before." Rylee laughed and threw it into the trashcan beside the door.

"I just hope we didn't make too much noise." They laughed and continued putting their clothes on. Once fully dressed, they gave each other another quick kiss before exiting the room. Looking around they didn't see anyone in the hallways and headed outside.

Getting into his car, Ben looked over at Rylee. "Thanks," he said, with the happiest of grins on his face.

"Your welcome?" Rylee said, laughing.

"No seriously. I thought you weren't into me after the whole shower thing went down. I just... I'm really glad that... I was wrong." He sent Rylee another smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," Rylee replied. Both boys got into their cars and turned them on. Ben backed out first and drove out of the parking lot. Rylee sat there for a moment, still smiling about what just happened. A random beep brought him back to reality. It was his phone. He picked it up. Apparently, he'd missed a call. It was Seth.
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And there you have it. My first romp into the world of uber hot hotties gettin it on. If only I was there to see it... Well, that's it for now. LEAVE ME COMMENTS. Or else...?

So here's the deal. I woke up a few hours ago and couldn't fall back to sleep. I read some more of the book I'm reading (Anthem by Ayn Rand- I've read it a few times. It's amazing. Read it now.) I ate a bowl of cereal. I brushed my teeth again. I dunno, I was just not tired. Well anyway, in the middle of brushing my teeth, I had this wonderful thought for how to continue with the story. So I immediately got on Xanga and started typing away. Thus, this entry is before you. I'm going to go to bed now, as I think I'm tired. BUT it should be noted that this is A-> totally unedited (I usually read my entries two or three times before submitting them)  B-> written on very little sleep  and C--> somewhat tenative. I'll probably be coming back and changing things/ adding parts. But I know how you all have been waiting for more and, well, I really want to know what you think of it. Sooo, enjoy! And leave comments! (I still want your ideas! If anything it helps me think...)

::EDIT!:: Soooooooo.... I just did some editing on this be-yotch and I think it's better. THANK YOU so much for the comment, Notsobryan. It helped and made total sense. If I would have been in my right mind when I wrote the thing, I might have noticed how slightly ridiculous it was. But ummm, yeah. I definitely think this is improved to the state of completion. Let me know what you guys think, and I'll be (hopefully) working on the next part. And by the way, you all have to go and buy Reno 911! Miami right now. It's the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. But I digress... Umm, enjoy?

Rylee and Seth - Part Eight

After the Tresa incident, the rest of the weekend seemed to fly by. With no parents around, Seth, Rylee and Kelsey did nothing but watch TV and eat all day. Sunday was played out in a similar fashion, and then no sooner than it began, the weekend was over. Seth and Rylee almost got caught making out in Rylee's car, but the miniscule event left them nothing more than uneasy.

For Rylee, the drive back was hard. He talked to himself a lot and sorted out everything that was going on in his head. He really liked Seth, moreso than he was probably willing to admit. Yet somehow, he felt something was wrong. He didn't really know Seth that well. And how close were Seth and Tresa? She knew about the key, so their relationship must have been pretty serious. And what did Kelsey mean? She kept telling him what a douchebag Seth was. Now, Rylee knew Seth was a nice guy, but what about before he knew him? In all actuality, Rylee just left himself dazed and confused, and by the time he got home, all he wanted was to go back to the lake with Seth.

The next day, Rylee had to go to the high school to work out. As much as he enjoyed football, he wondered why he played. He was good, yes. And he had fun. But deep down, he always wanted to be a fan. If it were up to him, he'd rather be in the stands screaming and cheering. Rodney, his father, though, insisted that Rylee play. He could give up basketball (which he intended to do) or baseball (the only sport he actually loved), but football was 100% neccessary. The two had never fought over this, as Rodney had made it clear since his childhood that football was the only sport that mattered. In fact, football was life. Rylee had come not to care about all of this too much. He liked the guys on the team and, even with his lack of enthusiasm about the sport, would never dream of letting them or the fans down.

His new training partner, Ben, was already at the high school when he pulled up. His face subtly lit up as Rylee got out of his car. "Hey, Rylee," Ben said. "How was your weekend?"

Ben was easily cute. He wasn't very tall at 5' 6" and didn't look as muscular as most of the football boys. He was toned, that's for sure, but nothing extraordinary. His dark brown hair was cut short, but was somehow always messy, and his bright blue eyes always seemed to shine. He wore tight shirts to show off his small frame and finished it off with ripped jeans and flip flops. Rylee guessed Ben was just 'California cool', as the guys taunted him in the locker room, but he didn't care. Ben was just cute.

"Umm, wouldn't you like to know?" he laughed. "Well, nothing exciting... I went to the lake with my friend." Rylee replied.

"Trent?" Ben asked.

"No..." Rylee replied, puzzled. "Ummm, Seth. How do you know... Trent?"

Ben smiled. "We talked about it. When I was spotting you last week. We talk about a lot of things."

"I guess we do," Rylee stated. He smiled and patted Ben on the back. His hand lingered for a moment and the two locked eyes for a brief moment.  Rylee suddenly looked the other way and put his hand in his pocket. The two walked into the school together and made their way to the locker rooms. Rylee was already in his workout garb, but Ben had yet to change. Ben never arrived ready, but that was just how he was; he'd arrive looking nice and leave looking nice. Rylee guessed it was hard for him to be in public not looking a certain way.

The workout itself was nothing unusual for Ben and Rylee. They were two of the few that actually showed up to these things. Most everyone else opted for the punishment of a few extra miles after practices and quite a few extra hours working out during their weekends. The coach showed up not long after they arrived, took a quick attendance, praised the ones who showed up, and left. That was easily the best part of coming to thses sessions. The coach wasn't there hawking your every move, so you could get away with a little bit of slacking. Not that Rylee would exactly slack, it's just that his pace was sometimes slightly slower than the coaches.

Generally, Rylee didn't take much notice of the way Ben acted around him. He got along pretty well with him and that was all that really mattered. He'd thought about inviting Ben over to hang out with him and the guys, but never actually got around to it. But today seemed different. Ben seemed really... happy. And he kept asking questions, keeping a constant dialogue between the two. Sure, it was nice to not have those long periods of awkward silence, but why the hell did he want to know what his favorite movie was or who his parents were? Rylee tried to shrug it off, and gladly kept the conversation going. Ben was a nice kid, after all. Maybe the kid was just trying to make some friends out here.

After a semi-arduous workout, Ben and Rylee lethargically made their way to the locker rooms. Inside, Rylee sat down on the frail wooden bench and pulled a Gatorade out of his bag. As he opened it, Ben grimaced at it. "Warm Gatorade?" he said with dismay. "That's pretty sick. I can only drink it cold."

Rylee smirked. "...And?"

"I'm just saying," Ben said as he removed his shirt.

"Hey, you hitting the showers today?" Rylee asked. He took his shirt off as well and set it beside his duffel bag.

A strange look spread across Ben's face. "I wasn't intending on it, but... I guess I could?"

"No, you don't have to. I was... just asking." Rylee said, taking his shorts off. "I mean, usually you just jet out of here... I don't know." Rylee bit his lip. Why had he asked that? Of course Ben wasn't going to take a shower; he never did. So why even ask?

"I... guess I can," Ben replied.

"Whatever, I guess." Rylee dropped his underwear on the pile of his other clothes and grabbed his shampoo. He walked to the showers and headed in. Shortly, Ben walked in and turned on the shower head beside Rylee.

"Can I use your crap? I didn't bring any..."

Rylee's heart began to pound in his chest. 'What the hell is going on? What did I do?' He looked over at Ben. He was more attractive than he thought. The warm water had plastered his thick hair to his head and he gently wiped it out of his eyes. "Ummm, yeah, sure."

Rylee held out the shampoo bottle to Ben. He reached for the bottle, but grabbed Rylee's hand instead. Ben looked up into Rylee's eyes and took a step closer. Without saying anything he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to Rylee's. Instantly, Rylee dropped the shampoo bottle, his heart rate soared, and he closed his eys. His mind went completely blank as he kissed Ben back, gently parting his lips to kiss him again. As slowly as he'd come forward, Ben stood back down, still holding Rylee's hand. A subtle smirk crept over his face. He didn't say anything as the smile grew.

Rylee looked down at their clasped hands. He opened his mouth to speak, but his mind hadn't turned on yet. He looked at Ben, whose eyes met his. After a brief pause, Rylee found something to say. And by no means was it the right thing to say: "Practice was... tough... today," he blurted out. He let go of Ben's hand and turned back toward his shower head, letting the water flow over his face.

Ben sighed. "Right," he mumbled, and turned off the shower. "Real fucking tough." He turned and walked out of the shower room, grabbing a towel. Rylee stood there a moment, trying to get a grip on what just happened. It had all happened so fast, and somewhat unexpectedly, and his head was spinning.

Turning off his own shower, he followed Ben out to the lockers. Apparently he stood there longer than he thought because Ben was already dressed and headed out the door. "Wait Ben!" Rylee said. Ben just turned, gave him a subtle fake smile, and pushed open the door.

"What?" he asked.

"Can we... I don't know, talk about this?" Rylee asked.

Ben bit his lip and shook his head. "I... feel stupid enough as it is." He headed out the door. Rylee wrapped the paper-thin towel around his waist and walked after him into the hallway.

"Ben! C'mon Ben!" he called down the hallway. Ben stopped and turned around.

"Go ahead. Let's talk. What is it you have to say?" he said.

Rylee looked at him. Ben's face was flushed and he looked very confused. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I mean... I didn't know. And, I-"

"Didn't know? Didn't fucking know? That's... what they always say" Ben said to himself in a soft yet stern voice.

Rylee looked around to see if anyone was around. Luckily no one in their right mind was at the high school in the summer. Ben looked up and met Rylee's stare. "You mean you didn't notice all the flirting? I mean, my God..." he smiled and gave a forced laugh. "You fucking flirted back. And what about how I waited for you every morning? I mean, I thought I was making myself pretty obvious. After all, you were the one who wanted me to be your partner after what's-his-face fucked his leg up. Goddamn... I thought you were really into me." He paused and looked down at the floor.

"I'm really sorry," Rylee said. "I mean, I kind of knew... I was flirting, and I thought you were flirting back, but I just thought..."

"No no. It's ok. I should come to expect this sort of thing." Ben began to back away from Rylee. "Just... forget this all happened. I can find a new partner. I'll just... Yeah, forget it. It's alright."

"Look, Ben. I didn't know. I just... I'm sorry."

"Really, it's alright." Ben repeated. "Just forget it. It's not like you kissed me back or anything. There was no connection. Nothing at all. Just... forget it." He turned around and walked out to his car. Rylee stood there and watched him leave. He closed his eyes hard and brought his hands to his head. 'What... just happened?'

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Alright there it is. Expect more soon and leave comments! (There might be dirty pictures invovled if you leave good ideas! Or not... We'll see. Haha..)

Give me ideas... I have started the nest installment a million times, but I've got nothing.  I cannot formulate anything from nothing. And what do I have? Nothing. Help me. I'm in a massive creative slump. I really want to go on with this, but uh... I'm stuck.

In better news, I have the most amazing boyfriend ever. You should all be jealous...

SETH AND RYLEE... PART 7 (I think...)