The second night more studying ensued. Portman and Fulton had both recieved minor detentions with the promise of a bigger punishment if they didn't have their work done by the end of the week. This time they were sprawled out on their respective beds.

"Somebody shoot me," Fulton complained. He had been saying stuff along that line all night and Portman was about ready to grant his wish.

"Maybe if you did less bitching and more reading, you'd get somthing done!" Portman snapped.

"What's your problem, this isnt the most pleasant reading material you know!" Fulton snapped back. He turned over and resumed reading with his back to Portman. Portman regretted saying that to his best friend, but he wasn't finding his calculus any more understandable. He put his book aside and reached for a beer from the small cooler he kept under his bed. He hesitated a moment but then pulled out a second beer for Fulton. He tossed it at his back.

"Ouch!" Fulton cried, but he took the beer and turned back to face his friend.

A few hours (and beers) later, not much had been done.

"Man, I'm gonna go get changed," Fulton said as he stood up and headed for the bathroom.

"Feel free," said Portman who stretched out on his back, looking up at the ceiling. A few moments later Fulton came back out of the bathroom without a shirt on.

"Shit, I can't find my shirt," he said as he started digging through piles of scattered laundry.

"I'll help," Portman offered, ignoring the twist in his stomach at seeing Fulton in all his shirtless glory. They dug through countless piles of clothes with no luck. While searching, Portman accidentally brushed up against Fulton's rear end.

"Sorry man," Portman said, embarrassed. Fulton just shrugged. A few minuted later Portman accidentally invaded Fulton's space a second time.

"Dude are you trying to feel me up or somthing?" Fulton asked laughing.

"Fuck off!" Portman said as he grabbed a pillow and flung it at Fulton. The two boys laughed and pretty soon a full-fledged pillow fight erupted in their dorm room. Portman socked Fulton especially hard, knocking him onto Portman's bed. Portman jumped on him and put him in a headlock.

"Say uncle!" Portman said, between bursts of laughter.

"No way man," Fulton replied, also between bursts of laughter.

Fulton hated to admit it, but Portman was a pretty strong guy. He wasn't sure he'd be able to break free, even if he'd wanted to.

Wait a second...

Did he want to? Did he really want to be released from his friends powerful grip. He realized that the ever so farmilliar tickling in his stomach had returned. It was the same feeling he got whenever he saw Portman without a shirt, or Portman dripping sweat.

There was a moments silence. There was somthing like an electrical current surging through the room, both the boys could sense it. Silently and quickly, Portman flipped Fulton over onto his back and lay down on top of him. Fulton reached his hands under Portman's shirt and lifted it over his head. Portman tried to control the throbbing beneath his navel and realized he was getting hard. He looked down and noticed Fulton was to. Fulton reached his hands behind Portman's head and stuffed his tounge into Portman's mouth. Portman slipped his hands around Fulton's back and traced his spinal cord, up and down. They experimented by shifting positions, occasionally groaning at the pleasureable friction they were creating. After a while Fulton rolled himself over so that he was on top. They locked lips again for a while. Appearantly, Portman wasn't so fond of the bottom so pretty soon he was back on top. This time he went lower, unzipping Fulton's pants with his teeth. Fulton pushed him back into a semi-sitting position and did the same.

Just in their boxersthey contined to work each other out until it was all over, then they lay there, one on top of the other, basking in what had happend.

"Well, I can think of a way I can use this to my advantage at school," Fulton said with a smirk.

Confused, Portman questioned his friend, "And how's that?"

"Now I can finish my essay for Sex Ed."

...:The End:...
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