Drake and Josh were in their room as Drake was getting dressed.

"Hey, Josh … you like these jeans on me … make my ass look good, don't they," Drake teased. Josh didn't answer, turning away from Drake. "You know my ass looks good … you want to touch it, don't you," Drake taunted as he bent over slightly.

"Damn it, Drake … just stop it … ever since I told you I'm gay … you've done nothing but tease me about it … and I'm getting sick of it," Josh complained.

"Just having a little fun, Josh," Drake claimed.

"It's not fun … not for me … you know … getting rejected by you was bad enough … but teasing me about liking you is just … cruel," Josh responded.

"Josh, I flirt with everyone … half my fan base is gay boys just like you," Drake retorted.

"No, Drake … they're not just like me … they don't have to live with you knowing you could never like them back in the same way … so, like I said … just stop it, okay," Josh pleaded.

Drake then told Josh that he would stop. But like so many of Drake's promises, it was soon forgotten.


Josh tried to forget about Drake by entering a writing competition, for which the top prize was a $2,500.00 scholarship. The competition was open only to those who were attending Josh's high school. So, Josh knew his only real competition would be his former girlfriend, Mindy.

Even though Josh only broke up with Mindy because he could no longer deny his sexuality, Mindy was still mad and surely wanted to beat him yet again, Josh thought.

Like in his relationship with Drake, old cycles just kept repeating themselves, and Mindy, as always, beat Josh. And worse, Mindy was being a bitch about it. "Josh, you always want what you can't have," Mindy taunted.

"What's that, Mindy," Josh asked tiredly.

"You'll never beat me … and you'll never have Drake … not the way you want him," Mindy gloated.

"Fuck you," Josh barked, startling Mindy and all those within earshot. No one could remember Josh even saying the "F-word" before.

Josh did something else new that evening: he drank. Josh could live with Mindy always beating him and Drake's rejection, but why did they have to be such assholes about it. Josh was tired of feeling like a doormat, constantly taking all their shit. But the booze wasn't making him feel any better, so Josh got a ride home.

Josh was surprised to see Drake home on a Saturday night, dressed only in a pair of jogging shorts. Right after Josh plopped down on their couch, Drake got up from his bed and sat down very close to Josh, close enough that the boys' bare legs were touching each other's.

"Get off me, Drake … now … I'm a little drunk … and I'm pissed off … so don't fuck with me," Josh warned.

"God, man … I wasn't on you … I could tell you were upset … so I just came over to talk to you," Drake replied innocently.

"No, Drake … you didn't … you either get some perverse thrill out of flirting with me … taunting me … or you're just a big fag like me … worse than me … because you can't admit it to yourself," Josh spewed.

"Fuck you, man." Drake snapped.

"Fuck me? … fuck me? … no, Drake … fuck you," Josh snarled.

"Yeah, you'd like to, wouldn't you," Drake spat.

"Like to? I'm going to," Josh said with a crazed look in his eyes as he lunged toward Drake, tackling the smaller boy, face down on Josh's bed.

"Get off me, Josh," Drake yelled.

"No, I'm going to get off in you," Josh yelled back, as he pulled down Drake's shorts.

"This isn't funny, Josh," Drake bellowed with his bare ass sticking out.

"Yeah, it is … just like your constant teasing was funny," Josh retorted.

"Stop it, Josh," Drake screamed, trying to break free from the much stronger boy.

"You can yell all you want … no one else is home," Josh laughed before spitting in his hand and rubbing the saliva on his rock-hard penis. With one hand on Drake's back, holding Drake down, and the other hand on his dick, Josh entered Drake's tight, virgin ass.

"Nooo," Drake moaned before bursting into uncontrollable tears due to the searing pain.

"Go ahead, Drake … cry … that just makes it better as I remember all the tears you've caused me," Josh snapped as he thrusted in and out of Drake's ass. "I think you want this … and if you don't … who cares … you're just a man-whore anyway," Josh snarled.

Drake then died just a little bit on the inside. Drake also stopped resisting, seeing that his resistance only encouraged Josh. Drake just wanted it over with and attempted to zone out to cope with his ordeal.

"Take my load … you dirty little prick tease … ahhh," Josh grunted as he climaxed. Josh then left Drake, curled up in a ball, cowering on Josh's bed.

Josh then noticed that Drake's penis was erect and pointed at it. "I knew you liked it," Josh sneered. "I want to go to bed now, so get your ass up and go to your own bed," Josh ordered. Silently, Drake did what he was told.

Josh then took a few bills from his wallet and threw them down. "Here ... your money's on the dresser, babe," Josh sadistically joked, as if Drake were a cheap prostitute.

Drake looked away, burying his face in a pillow to muffle his sobbing.