"Yo, Neal, you here?"

"Yea, just got outta the shower."

Neal looked like a wet rat. He had a towel around his waist.

"You just got back from skiing?"

"Err, yea, I was with Billy."

"Oh, that loser."

"What?"

"Billy is a loser!"

"Why would you say that?"

"He thought he was gonna be the star of the shoot, but it went to me, so I am good and he is a loser!"

"That's not nice to say."

"I don't give a shit. Billy is a loser"

"Well, he says nice things about you."

"Yea, well, he's a loser."

I was getting angry about this attitude.

"Thanks for last night, Chris."

"Thanks for what?"

"Exactly!"

"What?"

"After I came back from the bar I was horny. and you wouldn't even blow me."

"Neal, I was sound asleep and you were drunk and smelled. You shoved your cock into my mouth, and you got off. Then when your head hit the pillow, you passed out."

"That's not he point."

"Neal, know what, I don't want to have this conversation. I am gonna shower real quick and go down to dinner."

I walked into the bathroom and there wet towels all over. Not a single dry one. Neal had the hair dryer on as he worked his hair.

"Hey, Neal, what's with all the towels?"

"What about them?"

"There are no dry ones."

"So?"

"So, I want to take a shower."

"So, take one."

"I need a towel. How did you use them all up?"

"I didn't."

"What,?"

"My bud Richard is here, and he took a shower here."

"Why didn't he shower somewhere else?"

"Back the fuck off, dude!"

"What I want is a dry towel, and you have friends showering here."

Our voices were getting loud.

"What, I can't have friends aside from you?"

"I don't care who you hang out with. I want a dry towel."

Neal took off the towel around his waist and walked about 5 feet from me, and said, "Here," and threw it at my face.

I grabbed his wrist, "Don't ever throw something at me again!"

"Or what?"

"Just don't do it."

I went into the bathroom and started the water when I heard a noise. I peered out thru the door and saw this thug in the room. He was in black jeans and a wife beater tee shirt. He had jet black hair to his shoulders but a red bandanna on.

"Yo, Richard."

"Yo, Neal."

They exchanged punches.

"What is this soul thing you do?"

Neal walked over to Richard. They stood there, eye to eye. Neal opened his mouth and moved to his friend, not touching each other, but connected at the mouths. You could see the action inside their mouths. Eyes closed, tongues at work.

"You didn't tell me how hot I look."

"You look great, Richard."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes, I do."

Richard grabbed Neal by the back of his hair and pulled real tight. "Then say it like you mean it!"

"YOU LOOK HOT!"

"Atta boy, come here."

They embraced and started to make out.

"You ready yet?"

"In a few. I just had it out with the roomy."

"Yea?"

"Yea, he's punking out about towels, so I threw one at his face and he got pissed. I thought he was gonna hit me."

"Can you take him?"

"What?"

"Can you take him? If he hits you, can you take him?"

"Naw, he's kinda strong and knows some moves."

"I'll kick his ass, if you want."

I was holding Neal's towel, it had his scent to it. It was getting me off but I was also so pissed. I jumped into the shower. I was fuming. I went into my room, and there was Richard at the TV with Neal just getting dressed. Neal glared at me. Richard turned around and looked at me and nodded.

"Wassup?"

"Nothing, you?"

"Nothing."

"You don't look so tough."

"What?"

"Neal tells me you're a tough guy."

Neal stammered, "No, I ...."

"You just told me, Neal. You thought this guy was gonna hit you."

"No, it's just that ...."

"What are you talking about, Neal?" My voice was getting loud.

"Hey, watch your tone, speaking to my friend."

"Excuse me, and who are you telling me what to do? And, Neal, what the fuck is your problem?"

Richard gave me a dirty look, and moved towards me."

Neal said, "Richard, no."

I pointed at him, "Do me a favor, and please get out of here."

I pointed to the door. Richard brushed past me and looked at me with an ugly look. "I'm outta here. I'll meet ya, dude."

Richard slammed the door behind him.

"Thanks, thanks for chasing my bud outta here."

"Please, give me a break."

I turned around and walked toward the bathroom when Neal grabbed me by the shoulder. "Don't turn your back on me."

I stopped in my tracks. He put his hand on my shoulder again and yelled, "DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!"

"Neal, remove your hand now."

"Fuck you!"

He pushed me. I turned around. There was fire in my eyes.

"Neal, you are really pissing me off!"

He walked to my face, inches away, and yelled "FUCK YOU!" Then, he pushed me again. "What's the matter? I'm no good for you now?"

He started ranting and raving, and went to push me again. I grabbed his arm, held it tight, and he screamed, "Let me go!" With his free hand he swung at me. I blocked it.

"Neal, don't start this!"

He swung again. Now, with both hands starting to flail away, I was just blocking the shots. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, and I had enough. He swung his hand, and with an open hand, he slapped me in the face. Then I blocked another slap and threw a right that caught him in the jaw. He went down. Dazed, he looked up at me, then he charged and tackled me. We were rolling on the floor. He got in a little slap, and I rolled over and pinned him down. I backhanded him across the face, and his nose started to bleed. I was ready to hit him again when the door burst open wide. Billy and Peter came in, grabbed my arm, and Peter yelled, "Chris, don't do it!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Billy yelled. Neal and I were both still on the floor.

"He hit me, the fuck. He punched me in the mouth."

"You probably deserved it," said Billy.

We were both very hot. We were held back. Peter took me to their room, and Billy stayed with Neal.

"What happened? I mean, we heard him screaming...."

"He pushed me and wouldn't stop. Then he backhanded me, so I decked him."

I calmed down in Peter and Billy's room. I grabbed a brush, fixed my self up, washed up and hit the dining room with Peter. Billy showed up with Neal. Neal sat by himself, away from everyone. He was dressed in a long sleeved black pullover and jeans. He was wearing a dark blue bandanna, and his mop peaked thru underneath. He was joined by his buddy, Richard. He was still in his thug black jeans and wife beater shirt. But, wow, this dude had tremendous biceps.

The night continued, and the skiers began to leave. Neal and Richard were nowhere to be seen. It had been a long day. I disappeared from the crowd, I wanted to go to sleep. First, I wanted to drop off some dirty plates in the kitchen. I entered the semi-dark room and left the plates by the dishwasher, but I heard noises. It was voices. Like a stealth bomber, I silently made my way toward the voices. There in the corner were Richard and Neal. There was a small candle giving off a little light.

"Dude, you gotta toughen up. If ya wanna hang with me, ya gotta hang tough. You should have kicked that guys ass. I told you no one wants to be around a loser. Ya gotta get the attitude going and keep it."

"But, Richard, that's not me. Chris is a good friend of mine, and I have been a dick. He should have kicked my ass."

"Shut up, punk!"

Richard grabbed Neal by his cheeks. "I gotta toughen you up myself." He slapped Neal across the face. "Toughen up, you understand?"

This was starting to make sense. Richard's influence was hitting home on Neal. "Next we work on your wardrobe. Black colors give you the edge, and this fuckin' hair, too much, cut it back." Richard grabbed the bandanna off Neal's head. He then grabbed his wild mane. "Cut this shit off, if you want I'll do it now..." Richard took out a knife,

"No, no, no. I'll do it, just not here. You're right, I gotta toughen up."

Richard kept his hand on Neal's head. He pulled his head back by his hair.

"Ya wanna hang with me?"

"Yea," Neal peeped.

Richard slapped his face again, "I can't hear you!"

"Yes!"

"You wanna be like me?"

"Yes!"

Another slap. "Talk like a man."

I was getting pissed at Richard.

"Yes, Richard."

"Now, come here to me."

A humiliated Neal went to Richard and embraced him. They started making out, really hot. Richard took off his bandanna and shook out his shoulder length hair. Neal took off Richard's wife beater, kissed his neck and worked his way to his chest. Neal got to his pants and undid them, and the jeans fell to the floor, no underwear.

"Suck my cock, boy!"

Richard grabbed Neal's hair, like a handful, and with great force, pushed his cock into Neal's mouth.

"Yea, boy, suck my cock! Cock boy, suck it good, or I'll slap the shit outta you again. Suck it all. Yes, boy, yes, boy." He was thrusting his hips really hard. You could hear the sound of the force. Richard was getting off. He threw his head back. His mane fell straight down. Then he threw his head forward, and the mane fell the other way.

"You're not sucking hard enough. Suck it, boy, suck it. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, swallow it, boy, swallow it all." This sounded like Neal as Angelina sucked him off in the car on the way up. "Lick me clean, Neal." Richard grabbed a clump of Neal's hair again, "Lick me clean."

Richard walked over to Neal and ran his hand over Neal's crotch. He opened his jeans, and they fell around Neal's ankles. His hard-on was outlined in his underwear. Richard felt the hard cock. "Want me to take care of this, Neal?"

"Yes, please."

"Beg me, Neal."

"Please, Richard, take care of me."

"You like it when I rub your cock, don't you? Wouldn't you like me to wrap my lips around your cock?"

"Yes, Richard, please."

Richard then slapped him, real hard, and Neal's head jerked back. "I won't get you off until I see you are acting like a man. I'm outta here, Neal."

I beat a hasty retreat out of the kitchen. I felt bad for Neal. This bully was doing a number on Neal. Neal looked so hurt in there, so humiliated, I wanted to go back to him. I turned around at the bar, and there was Richard, holding court and BS'ing with some people. Neal came out. He had red marks from the slaps.

"What happened to your face," I asked?

"Fuck you, they're marks from you."

Wow, his attitude still stunk. "Whatever." I decided to head back to the room. Tomorrow was another day.

As I was entering the room, I head a voice, "Chris?"

"Yea?" It was Peter.

"Listen, Billy and I were talking. You and Neal should probably not be in the same room tonight. Grab your stuff and you're bunking with me while Billy is staying here. He and Neal started a conversation that needs to be finished."

"Fine, whatever."

I grabbed my stuff and went next door with Peter. As I entered the room, Peter said, "You all right?"

"Heh?"

"Are you OK?"

"Yea, I guess so."

"Listen, I know we don't really know each other but...."

"Thanks. I never got that angry with someone where I had to hit them. And I really care about Neal, but right now, I don't know him."

Peter walked over to the mirror in the room and pulled of his tee shirt. He had a great body. He stretched a bit and pulled the tie out of his ponytail. His straight blond hair fell down his back. "I have to do stretches at night."

"Gotcha."

"Try them."

"Can't, my body hurts."

"Come here and sit."

Peter placed me on the foot of the bed. He got on the bed and moved behind me. He took my hair and ran his fingers thru it a few times. I think I heard him say, "hmmmmmmm." He placed it over my shoulders. He began to rub my shoulders.

"Wow, talk about tension!"

"Yea, I feel it all right."

"Wait here."

Peter came back with a mat and placed it on the bed. "Lay down on the mat."

I listened. He took a brush and brushed my hair over my head so it fell off the bed. He placed a sheet over my waist and told me to take off my pants, but I could leave my boxers on. I listened again.

"This is special oil."

He poured some in his hands and slapped his hands together. His hands went to my shoulders. The oil was magic. It had a mysterious scent. He worked out the knots in my shoulders. He worked my arms, my forearms, my hands, and my fingers. Back to the shoulders, then to my neck and the scalp. I was drifting off to a level of sleep.

"Turn over now," I heard a soft voice say. I was gently helped onto my back. My hair was arranged so it fell down and not on my face. Oil was poured and worked in. All over my chest, his hands felt great. He was down by my waist. I opened my eyes. I was groggy. I felt hard and looked and I was sporting a pole under the sheet. I was sporting a hard-on while he massaged me! Peter had his hair in a bun.

"What's with the hair?"

"This way it stays out of my way."

"Let it down."

Peter pulled on something and his hair fell down around his face. He looked great. "How do you feel?" he asked as he worked my thighs.

"Great."

I moved my hands and went under the sheet, no underwear.

He saw what I did and smiled.

"You need to get the full sensation," he told me. His fingers went up the inside of my leg. Inches away from by ball sack. My hand met his under the sheet, I pulled his hands to my balls. He rubbed them. Then he worked my pole. I let out a moan, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"You like this?"

"Yea."

I licked my lips and put my hand out and touched Peter's chest. I grabbed a piece of his hair and led him to me. "Come here."

I pulled him to me. Slowly his head came down to mine. His mouth opened and our lips met. Our tongues introduced each other, and we were making out. Peter moved onto the mat with me, laid on top of me and we kissed. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I took some of the oil and rubbed it on him, and we began to make out again. Peter worked his way all over my body.

He started jerking me off. He leaned his head over mine, and we frenched like never before. "I'm cumming," I yelled, and I came all over the place. Peter rubbed some of it. He laughed. We kissed some more, and I took oil and went down on him.

"Dude, I am so horny! I won't last," he laughed!

I took his cock, and he started to fuck my face. He grabbed my hair, also. He pulled it behind my head as I sucked and licked. "Dude, I told you, I ain't gonna last...." He pulled his cock out of my mouth as he came, and came all over my chest, 4 or 5 times. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," he yelled. He laid me down and licked his cum off of me. We were both oily messes.

"Hey Chris..."

"Yea Pete?"

"We gotta shower."

Together we hit the showers, and hugged and kissed and rubbed and soaped each other . We dried off and sat in front of the fireplace as our long wet manes dried. "Lets hit the crib." Together we hit the same bed, and I spooned into him. I got to nestle my face into his hot mane and fell off to sleep with a raging hard on again!

The alarm rang to tell us it was ski time. All my stuff was next door. I went in and saw Billy. Neal was in the bathroom.

"You two have to talk. He was telling me some interesting stuff last night."

"I saw interesting stuff last night with Richard."

"He is bad news."

"I know."

"He came down on the shoot, basically had sex with everyone and then humiliated them. How did you sleep last night?"

"Oh, ok," I smiled.

"Did Peter give you a massage?"

"Err, yea."

"I thought so. He thought you were so hot when he saw you, I knew he would get you. Besides, I heard some noise and wished I could have joined you." I smiled at Billy. I ran my fingers thru a clump of hair off his face, then I rubbed his package thru his shorts. He came close to me. We kissed. We held each other and kissed. We heard the bathroom flush, we separated and Neal came out. Billy nudged me.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Ugh, nothing."

It was a start, Billy smiled, and I grabbed my stuff to take a quick shower. Even though Peter and I showered together last night, I need one every morning. I was doing my stuff, shaving. I saw I didn't have the door closed all the way. Billy was talking to Neal. Neal was alternating between happy and mad by the expressions on his face. They stood facing each other. I couldn't hear them, they were talking so low. Billy turned to walk away, and Neal grabbed at his shoulder. Billy stopped and looked at Neal, and they hugged. It looked like Billy was wiping a tear from Neal's eye. Then they souled. It was good to see them kiss. It got me off a bit, but I had a shower to take. I came out and the boys were gone. I hurried up to put on shorts and a tee. We were going out and meet the group skiing later!

Breakfast was quick, the sun was out and we were ready to go skiing. Richard showed up in ripped blue jeans, and a white shirt. His black hair just sat flopping down his face. He wasn't going skiing, he announced. I saw him checking out the crowd. There was something about the white shirt. For a thug, he sure looked good. Neal was with Billy and was actually laughing. Richard stood in the corner with a wicked look in his eyes. He summoned Neal .I saw him talking to Neal then. It was in hushed tones.

"Not here," I heard Richard yell.

It kinda made everyone notice what was happening. Richard then let out a phony laugh to cover and said to Neal, "Let's go." I didn't want to see this, so I decided to go back to the room. I started to get my stuff ready when I heard, "Get the fuck in here," Richard demanded.

I jumped into the bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing with Billy? I told you he is a loser, and that you are cool, get it, asshole?"

"Yea, I do." Richard grabbed Neal by the hair. "Stop it, Richard. You're hurting me."

Richard threw him against the wall,

"What kind of baby are you? Toughen up." He smacked him open handed. "There, does that hurt?"

Neal didn't answer. He got smacked again. "DOES THAT HURT?"

"No, NO, No."

"How about that?"

Neal got hit and fell down. He had such a dazed look on his face. "Good, be a good boy, and come here."

Richard pulled Neal up by his hair, pulled him into him, and they started to make out.

"Get down and get me off," Richard commanded.

Neal got on his knees and opened up Richard's zipper and pulled out a hard cock. Richard thrust his cock into Neal's mouth. "Now be a good cocksucker and get me off, boy, suck Neal, go on, boy, suck me off." Richard grabbed Neal's mane and thrust his cock in and out. He took his cock out and then hit Neal in the face with it, the ultimate act of humiliation. "Suck me off, boy, make me cum!"

This was going on for a while. Richard pumping and humiliating Neal. There was knock at the door.

"Neal, yo, Neal, you in there?"

It was Billy Little.

"Come on, Buddy, I saw you go down the hall." There was another knock.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Tell him you'll meet him later," Richard whispered.

"Err...I'll meet you later. Go on, Billy"

Richard grabbed Neal by the hair and picked him up. "Say it like you mean it."

Neal's face was twisted. "Billy, I'll meet you later."

"Neal, I am not leaving."

"Shit, Neal, wait a minute...."

Richard pulled up his pants and shoved his hard-on back into his pants.

"I didn't get off, so you have a job to do later. Say anything about this and I hurt you, get it?"

"Yes, Richard. Wait a second, Billy, here I come."

The door closed and Neal left.

Silence.... then, out of nowhere, I got hit on the side of the face and was dragged by my collar out of the bathroom.

"Oh, the fuckin' roommate is watchin'. Like what you saw? You wanna be my toy, you dick?"

I was a little stunned and looked at Richard.

"I'm speaking to you, asshole."

Richard threw me into the door. I hit it and fell down. This dude was strong. He walked over to me and grabbed my ponytail and lifted me up, "I'm speaking to you, boy."

He smacked me. I was dazed.

He had a crazy look in his eyes. He pushed his hair behind his ears.

"You're really pissing me off. Leave Neal alone, you fuckin' whoose. He doesn't need you losers, understand me?"

I just looked at him, dazed.

"I asked you a question, do you understand? You little dick...."

Richard swung his hand again and smacked my face.

I was dazed. He tried again. I blocked it.

"Don't you raise your hand to me...."

"Sorry, Richard."

"Atta boy. You'll learn your place with me."

"Like hell I will!"

With a sweeping kick I brought the thug down. His head jerked back and he fell. He got up, charged me and I flipped him over but he held on, and we both landed hard. We were in Wrestle Mania. He grabbed my shirt and ripped it. I was pissed. He tried a few more hits, but I was able to block him. I got him in a hold and he fought his way out and I grabbed his white shirt that ripped off the sleeve. He went wild. We rolled on the floor and each got in a few hits.

"Leave Neal alone," I said as I hit him.

"Fuck you, he's mine."

"No way."

"Yes."

Our shirts were now off. As we rolled, I definitely felt a hard-on on Richard. This thug was getting off. We rolled some more, and he ended up on top of me. His mop fell from his face as a drop of sweat fell from his face onto mine. He grabbed my balls. "Hard are we?"

I was. I grabbed his, and we rolled some more. I had him pinned down. My hair was down and all over the place. My face was inches from him. He grabbed my mane.

"You are a tough guy."

He swung and slapped my face. I rolled him around, pinned his arm behind him and punched his jaw. He didn't flinch. He rolled on me and broke free. He picked me up and threw me. I bounced off the wall. He charged me, and I met him head on. I belted him, then grabbed him and threw him to the floor. He didn't move right away. I leaned down to look at him. I pushed my hair back. Sweat was falling from my face. I was hurting. He opened his eyes.

"You ok?"

He stared at me.

"You ok?"

"Yea."

He grabbed my hair, flipped me over, and we wrestled a bit more. I ended up on top of him, sitting on his waist. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. "You son of a bitch," I said and I slapped his face so hard his head jerked. I let go of his hair, and his head landed on the floor. I stared down at him. My body hurt. Sitting on his lap, I felt his cock pressing out of his pants. Mine was hard too. I was so turned on.

He was exhausted, but still had a lot of strength. He then pulled me into him and his mouth opened up to meet mine. We started to make out. It was rough, just angry making out. We rolled some more. He was on top and his mane fell onto my face. We kissed like there was no tomorrow. There was something very attractive about this thug. We were kissing real hard. I was wild. A second ago I wanted to beat the shit out of him, now I wanted him. Our mouths were so hungry. We couldn't get enough of each other. He rolled on the floor with me and now Richard was on top. His black mane fell around his face. There was such a wild scent to him. It was part of the added turn-on. He worked my neck, he needed a shave and the stubble felt good. He worked from my neck to my nipples, to my arm pits, and then back to my neck. His tongue was on fire. Back to my mouth - more wild making out. We rolled, I did the same to him. I paid attention to his ears. My tongue went right in. His body flinched when I did. Our hands were all over each other. His pulled my cock out while kissing and I grabbed his, no underwear under those ripped jeans. Richard moved around and reversed himself on me. He guided his cock over my face and he went down on me. We were 69ing. His moans and my moans were electric. I would feel a sensation and I increased the pleasure on his cock. The slurping was wild. We were going at it full speed. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, he tasted too good to be true. His tongue was all over my cock, and mine on his. I started to tense up, and I came, "Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm," as he started to swallow me, he tensed up and started to come, "Hmmmmmmmmmm." We collapsed on the floor next to each other. Our bodies were battered and bruised. We each had battle wounds to show.

"You're an asshole," I said.

"Fuck you," he replied.

"You're fuckin hot, too."

"I know. You're no slouch either. Hey, you're the only one who ever put up a fight with me, everyone just backs off."

"Not me."

"I know that now." I stood up and looked in the mirror. I had the beginnings of a shiner. I helped Richard up, and he did, too!. Our bodies had black and blue marks all over.

He pulled up his pants and went to the bathroom to clean up. He came out and threw a towel at me. Funny. I did the same. I gave him a tee shirt to put on. We then talked, we talked about Neal, and the way he belittled him and humiliated him. He was trying to toughen him up, the NY way. Eventually he agreed to back off. Richard was also wary of Neal's agent Frankie. He felt Frankie was using the guys, and Richard wanted to make sure Neal wasn't getting shafted. If Frankie got pissed at Neal's behavior, Neal would be free to go. I didn't disagree with Richard, but there were other ways to go about it. The morning activities took a lot of time. It was actually lunch time and we made our way to the dining area. Richard and I hung out at the bar and threw a few beers back. Then a few more, and finally a few more. There was no one around. We went back to my room. I grabbed him by the massive shoulders. I ran my fingers thru his black mane, then I interlocked my fingers thru his hair, and then I pulled his hair back, real tight. His face grimaced in pain.

"What's up, tough guy," I said?

"You bastard," he replied, "lemme go."

I didn't, but we started to make out again. I wanted him again so bad. We were half naked and making out and grabbing each others cocks. We heard noises in the hall. We stopped and got our clothes back on. A group had come back from skiing, including Billy and Neal. To see Richard and me together, they were in shock. Now we were half in the bag!

Neal and Billy walked into the room and over to us.

Billy asked, "What happened to the two of you? Your faces are a bit beat up."

"I kicked the shit out of Richard," I told Billy.

"Try again. I whipped his ass," said Richard. "Check out these guns; no one beats me." Richard made a muscle. Wow, they were big.

"Hey Neal, come here." said Richard. Neal approached very gingerly.

"Gimme a hug, dude."

Neal did.

I looked at Neal and said nothing, then I smiled. He approached me and we hugged. He held on.

"Thanks," he whispered in my ear.

The party continued. I got loaded. So did Richard. I saw Richard call Neal over and sneak into the kitchen. I followed them very quietly. They went to their corner.

"Err, Neal, we need to talk."

"Yea, Richard, I'm sorry. I'll be tougher for you."

"No, no, no. That's not it."

Richard grabbed Neal and began to kiss him. He ran one hand thru the wild fro and the other along Neal's balls.

"I'll get you off, Richard," said Neal as he broke the kiss.

"No, I owe you something."

Richard Picked up Neal and sat him on a table. They kissed some more, then Richard opened up Neal's pants and pulled them down. He started to lick his shaft, then he sucked on his balls. He took in his cock and sucked. Neal was in heaven. his moans gave him away. I let them have some privacy.

The Karaoke machine came out and we were on stage. Bedtime for me came early. I saw Neal and Richard come out a few minutes later, both smiling. Richard was wearing his bandanna over his head. Billy and Neal walked me back. They got to the room and saw the mess and the ripped and bloody clothes.

"What happened here?" asked Neal.

"Richard won't be slapping you around anytime soon," I replied.

"What?" said Billy.

"Richard has been slapping Neal around, and its over."

"Yea, its true, but he's trying to toughen me up and for my image.

"Stop," said Billy, "Enough." Billy said his goodnight, and Neal was going back to the party. He stayed with me for a while.

"I don't know if I've ever seen you like this."

"Probably not."

"We're OK, Chris?"

"Yes, we are, pal."

"Good."

Neal sat on my bed next to me.

"We've got some making up to do, but I think we should wait until you're more sober."

He leaned over to kiss me. His wild fro gently fell around his face. It was a gentle kiss, followed by another. His tongue snuck into my mouth, my tongue greeted his.

"Good night."

I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Pee I did, followed by water and brushing my teeth. I crawled back to bed. Now someone was in it. Sitting up in only boxers was Neal. We started to make out. We sat with our arms around each other kissing. I ran my fingers thru the wild fro. He undid my ponytail and let my mane fall down.

"Hmmm, I guess this is what is known as kissing and making up." I was still exhausted.

"Let's get to sleep."

I wrapped my arms around Neal and fell asleep.

I woke up as Neal started to move around. He was running to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for you!"

He jumped in again with me and we began to make out; oh, how we wanted each other. We started kissing and grabbing each other's balls.

We have a lot to make up for.

The vacation was really just beginning.