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"Hey little brother." A voice from behind startles me slightly. I put the box I'm holding back down in the trunk of my car.

"Hey Jay," I answer turning around. It's just not him though, there are a whole bunch of guys with him. Must be his football buddies. A couple of cute ones, and one that blows them all out of the water.

He comes over to me and puts his arm on my shoulder. "Justyn, these are the guys. Guys, this is my little brother Justyn."

"Hi," I say kinda shyly. I'm not good in groups.

Most of the guys nod or say hi back. Except the really cute one. "Ummm Jay?"

"Yeah, Tristan?"

"With the exception of the glasses, he looks just like you. How can he be younger?"

Jay just laughs and turns to me. "You'll have to excuse Tristan. He's not the brightest bulb in the pack. Methinks he's really a blond." He turns back to his friends. "He was born five minutes after I was. So I'm older."

"So he's your twin?"

"Uh yeah! I wear contacts. It's easier to play that way. Don't have to worry about smashing the glasses."

"Oh." Tristan goes back to being quiet.

‘He's definitely a cutie,' I think. ‘Too bad he's probably straight.'

"You want some help moving this stuff in?" Jayson asks me.

"Yeah, that would be cool." And with that each of the guys grab a box of my stuff out of the trunk of my car. I shut the trunk and we head up to the dorm room.

Tristan steps in stride beside me carrying my computer. "It's cool that you and Jay are going to be sharing a room."

"Yeah, I guess," I respond looking at him. He is a sight to behold. Probably 6'2", maybe 175 lbs, not much fat, so it seems, and plenty of muscle definition. Mousy brown hair, and nice green eyes. He's probably the place kicker.

"You don't want to?" He asks slowing down a little bit. "Do you guys not get along?"

"Oh, no, we get along fine," I answer slowing to match his pace. The others continue on at their faster gait. "Outside of Cam, he's my best friend."

"Cam?"

"Cameron. A friend from back home. Besides my family, we've known each other the longest. He's my best friend."

"That's cool. My best friend's name is Aric."

"Aric? That's a interesting name. I don't think I've ever heard it before." I hold the door open to the dorm. He passes through.

"Yeah, his parents are a little strange. But he's a cool kid. A real friend."

"That's good. Cam's the same."

We head up the stairs, with him in front of me. I take a look at him from behind. And what a behind. His jeans are a little loose but in climbing the stairs, they tighten up quite a bit and show a nice butt. Oh gawd, I've got to stop this. It's going to drive me crazy, and I can't do this with Jay around. It was tough enough at home.

We climb a couple of sets of stairs and turn down a hallway. A door is open half way down and we enter. The room is very crowded with all of Jay's friends and all my boxes. Tristan sets the computer down on the open desk and turns around to face the rest of the gang.

"Thanks guys, that was a big help," I say looking around.

"No problem," most of them say. They shake hands with Jay and me and head out. Tristan hangs around though, and I catch him looking at me a couple of times. I wonder.

"You hungry Just?"

"Yeah, actually. I've not had anything to eat since breakfast."

"Let me guess, mom made a big breakfast and then cried as you left."

"Oh yeah, you know it bro."

"How's pizza sound?"

"Sounds good."

"Cool, there's a good pizza place in town. You wanna come Tris?"

"Sure, I'm kinda hungry too."

We head out of the dorm room and Jayson locks it. He pulls another set of keys out of his pocket and hands them to me as we walk down the hall. "You'll need these."

I look at the keys. One is marked with our room number, the other is just a standard looking key. "Thanks," I reply shoving them into my left front pocket. "Wanna take my car?"

"Nah, let's walk," Tristan responds. "It's not too far and it's a nice day."

"That's cool," Jay answers holding the door open for us. We head out into the warm August afternoon and start walking toward the parking lot where my car is. We continue walking. Tristan is between us, with me on his left and Jay on his right. They get talking about football and how they think they are compared to the other guys on the team. I look around at the neighborhood we're walking through. I've only been to the campus once before, last spring when we were looking at colleges. Jay insisted that we go to school together. At first I was reluctant. I wanted to try it on my own. But finally he convinced me to join him here. He'd gotten a football scholarship here and I was able to get to get financial aid so I could attend too. Our parents don't have much money and it was always up to us to provide for ourselves for the extras that we wanted. Sure, there was always food on the table, and clothes for our backs, but if we wanted a car, or spending money for dates or for the malls and stuff, that had to come from us. Jay and I used to work together after school, when he wasn't busy with football. He was the starting Quarterback for our high school varsity football team both his junior and senior year. He started on JV in ninth grade but quickly got moved up to varsity. He's really good.

Me? I'm not much into sports. Sure, I watch the games with him on the weekends, if I'm not working, and I always go to his games, and to Bastian's baseball games, before he went off to college. But I prefer the academics for myself. I love history, and math. They've always been my best subjects. I do fine in science and English, but history is my favorite.

I keep stealing glances at Tristan. He's so damn cute. He keeps looking at me too, but probably just to be polite. I can feel the familiar stirring in my crotch. Oh yeah, I like him. Too bad it a waste on him though. He's gotta be straight. He's a football jock. He's probably just as homophobic as the rest of them. I'm sure. If he ever finds out I'll probably be beaten to within an inch of my life, if not killed. Hell, if Jayson ever finds out, it won't matter that we're brothers, let alone twins.

"Uh Just, you in there?" Jayson calls out, grabbing my arm.

"Huh?" I answer back (yeah, I'm a great linguist.) "What?"

"Didn't you hear me? We're here."

I look around. Oh, yeah, I guess so. "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"Suzy I bet," Jay answers.

"Suzy?" Tristan replies.

"Yeah, his girlfriend, from back home. Really hot too. She's got these great tits."

I watch as Tristan's expression seems to drop for a second then return back to what it was.

"I could never figure out why she would go out with you and not with me."

"Probably because I'm the smart one, dipwad." I respond shoving him. "Besides, we broke up last week."

"You did?" Tristan asks, a quick smile coming to his face, before disappearing.

"Why?" Jay looks shocked.

"Cause I'm going to school down here and she's going to school on the east coast. It would be too tough to have a long distance relationship. Besides, what if I meet someone here? Or if she meets someone there?"

"I suppose," He answers opening the door. We troop inside. The place looks like a typical pizza parlor in any small town. It smells good and isn't too busy.

We go up to the counter and order a pizza with everything, and some sodas. We sit down and wait for it, talking about nothing really.

After about 15 minutes the pizza was ready and we dove into it. I couldn't believe how hungry I was, especially after the big breakfast that mom prepared, but it was a long drive down. "So what about you, Tristan?" I ask between bites. "You got a girlfriend back home?"

Tristan freezes for about half a second and then finishes chewing his pizza and swallows. "Nah, with football, school and work, I was way too busy. Plus it's kinda tough to find a date when you go to a private boys school."

"Not if you're a fag," Jay says suddenly. My stomach lurches, and I can feel my pizza starting come back up. I swallow hard, trying to keep it down. Does he know?

Tristan slams down his soda. A couple of people in the restaurant turn and look. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, a little louder than he should have.

"Nothing man, I didn't mean you. Everyone knows that fags don't like football."

‘Yeah, right,' I think to myself. ‘If only you knew Jay. If only you knew.'

"Why this sudden dislike of gays, Jay?" I ask, apprehensively.

"When I found out that Derrick is one."

"Derrick? Really?" I can't believe it.

"Who's Derrick?" Tristan asks.

"Jay's best friend."

"Ex-best friend. I don't need or want that fairy for a friend anymore."

‘That's really nice, Jay,' I think. ‘What are you going to do when you find out about me?'

Tristan calms down and Jay doesn't say anymore about it. We talk about some of the classes that we'll be taking and hoping that our teachers are good and not hardasses.

* * *

The next few weeks pass by really quickly as we all get into the swing of college, adjusting to our new found freedoms but also the added responsibility to make sure we do our work and study for our tests. I have a couple of small quizzes and a couple of tests and pass them without any problems. I help Jayson out with a few of his tests and he does well too. Tristan hangs out a lot in our room, it's obvious that he and Jayson are really good friends. And maybe after he ended his friendship with D, he's looking for a new best friend.

The third Saturday of September the football team has it's first game at home. They had a couple of away games already but I couldn't attend them cause I was too busy with school work. But this one I'm definitely going to. Gotta watch Jay play and I wanna see Tristan in his uniform. Those tight tight pants. I dream of him a lot these days.

I wake up around 10:30 on Saturday morning and stretch. I look over at Jay's bed. It's already empty. He must have gotten up earlier for breakfast. I toss back the covers and climb out of bed. I don't bother to hide my morning wood. Even if Jay was here I wouldn't. We've slept in the same room together our whole lives. We've seen each other in this state hundreds of times.

I look around the room. Even after almost a month, I still can't believe that this is going to be home for the next 9 months. A room the size of a prison cell. It can't be more than 8x10. My bed on one wall, Jay's on the opposite wall with the two dressers in between. The wall against the dorm hallway has our two desks. Mine is neater than his, and they both have computers. His has some screensaver going with some Playboy models. Joy. It was bad enough at home with some of the posters he used to hang up.

My computer has gone into sleep mode. I walk over to the desk and move the mouse to wake up the computer. The screen saver freezes and a box appears asking for my password. I smile as I type it in. "tristan". Yeah. Nobody will ever guess that one. My computer indicates I have email so I bring it up to read it. One message. From Jay. Ok, he couldn't just leave a note?

"Just - I got up early to get some breakfast before the game. Want to give it plenty of time to digest. Wouldn't look good to ralph in my first game at home, you know? Anyway, since Mom & Dad couldn't make it, I saved my parent tickets for you. They're in the top drawer of my desk. See you at the game. - J"

I delete the email and open his desk drawer. Yup, there are the tickets. Too bad I'll only need one. I grab the tickets and put them on my desk. I boot up Netscape and hit some of my new favorite gay websites. I never knew these existed in highschool! I check out the Nifty Archives and don't find any new chapters of a couple of the stories I've gotten into. I check out a couple of other story sites as well. Nope, no other new chapters either.

Oh well. Guess that's enough for now. I clear out my cache and history and shut down my web browser. I grab my towel and my toiletries and head off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

* * *

A couple of hours later I join the crowds heading over to the football stadium. I hand the ticket taker my ticket and he looks at it. "You want that door over there," he says pointing to his left. "You've got your own entrance."

"Ok, thanks," I mutter taking my ticket back. How would I know? I've never been to one of the games here before. I fight across the crowd and head over to the other door. There are a few older folks entering. I hand this cute kid my ticket and he rips the end off and hands the rest back. He smiles and tells me to enjoy the game.

It takes a couple of minutes but I find the seats, a much nicer stadium then we had back home. That's for sure, but then again, this is the college league, not some rinky-dink high school.

* * *

The game turns out to be really exciting, and even better cause we won! Jayson got to play a little bit, but Tristan didn't. I'm getting ready to leave when Jayson comes over. "Good game bro!" I tell him as he gets to the edge of the seating area.

"Thanks! I finally got to play!"

"That's great! Why didn't Tristan play?"

"The coach didn't get a chance to play him. It just didn't work out."

I nod.

"Hey, come with me to the locker room will you? I gotta ask you something."

"Ok." I hop over the side of the wall and down onto the field. Most of the crowd has left and both teams have completely left the field. We start walking toward the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. "What did you wanna ask me?"

"You got any plans tonight?"

"No, just gonna study. Why? What's going on?"

"Wanna go with me to a party?"

"Where?"

"One of the guys on the team's frat is throwing a party. We've all been invited. I asked if you could go."

"I don't know Jay. I got a big History test on Monday."

"Aw come on. It'll do you good. Besides, I know you'll ace that test. You always do."

"Who else is going?"

"Everyone from the team is going." He says pushing the door to the locker room open. The steam and smells hit me like a ton of bricks. Half the guys are just in towels, some are almost dressed. My cock starts to stir. I put my hands into my front pockets to try to make it less noticeable.

A few of the guys look up at us as we head over to Jay's locker. It's right near Tristan's but he's almost dressed. A couple of the guys say hi to me as I sit down the bench while Jay gets changed.

"Hi Justyn," Tristan says pulling his shirt on over his tee shirt.

"Hey Tristan," I say. "Great game." I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to see him at least shirtless, let alone naked. Jay gets his stuff together and heads off to the shower.

"I'll be back in a few minutes Jus."

"Ok, I'll be here."

Jayson heads over to the showers as Tristan sits down to put on his shoes. "Jayson talk to you about the party?"

"Yeah, but I don't know."

"Why not?"

"I got a big test on Monday."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun."

"Yeah for you maybe, you know everyone that'll be there. I just know you and Jay."

Tristan throws me a puppy dog look. Oh, he's just so cute. He then smiles a really big smile. "Come one Justyn. It'll be fun."

I look down at the ground as though I'm thinking it over. I'm really just trying to get my hard on to go down. "Yeah, ok, for a little while." I finally answer him.

"Great!"

"What's great?" Jay asks walking back to his locker.

"Your brother is going to join us at the party."

"Cool. It'll be a good time."

"Yeah, I guess," I respond, still trying to will down my erection.

Jay gets dressed rather quickly. "Let's just grab something to eat before we head over there."

"Sounds good." Tristan answers grabbing his stuff and shutting his locker. "Can we stop off at my dorm though? I wanna check my mail."

"Expecting a love letter?" Jay punches him in the arm.

"No, dipshit," Tristan answers rubbing his arm. "Just something from my folks."

"It's cool Tristan," I answer standing up. We head out of the locker room and walk back to the dorms. "I'm sure Jay was just joking."

As we enter Tristan's dorm, he opens his mailbox and grabs his mail. He looks through it as we head up to his room. We get to his door and he unlocks it and we enter. He opens one of the envelopes as he tosses his bag of gear on the bed. His roommate must not be home cause the room is otherwise empty. He crumples the letter he's reading into a ball and tosses it in his waste paper basket. "Fuck" is all he says.

"Problems?" I ask.

He turns around and looks at us. He almost looks like he's going to cry for a second, and then it passes. "Oh that? No, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

He tosses the rest of his mail on his desk and the other mail on his roommate's desk. He grabs his windbreaker and we head out to dinner.

* * *

A couple of hours later we arrive at the frat house for the party. Jayson enters first followed by Tristan and then me. Tristan was very quiet through dinner and wouldn't say much, even when we tried to talk about the earlier game. They get pulled off by some of their football buddies and I get left behind to fend for myself. Oh well, you can't expect them to hang with the non-football player I suppose.

I go searching for the bar to find something to drink. The stereo is cranked loud playing some rap or hip-hop or something hard to listen to. The party seems to be fairly evenly mixed with girls and guys. Most of them are standing around talking, some are making out. A couple are even dancing. I finally find the bar after a few minutes and rummage around looking for a soda. I'm not a big beer drinker and I can't stand the taste of the hard stuff.

"Help you find something, Justyn?" A voice behind me says.

I stand up and turn around. It's one of Jayson's football buddies, and the host of the party. "Oh, hi Troy. I'm just looking for a soda."

He points off to his right. "They're in a cooler out on the deck."

"Cool, thanks," I reply heading off that way. "Nice party."

"Thanks," he responds walking off to talk to some girl.

I reach the sliders and step out onto the deck. The night is still a little warm but it's definitely getting to be fall. I find the cooler and grab a soda. I open the top and lean against the deck. It's not as busy out here but there are still a few people out here as well. The music isn't as loud but it's still dominates everything else. I decide to hang out here for a while, not really knowing too many people and not seeing any sign of Jay or Tristan.

After a couple of hours of people watching I decide to head back the dorms to study. I head in to find Jay and let him know. I wander back inside and search a couple of rooms before I finally find him talking to a cute brunette.

"Oh, Jay, you didn't tell me you had a twin," she says noticing me approaching them. Jay turns around to face me.

"Oh hey Just," He says standing up. "Monica, this is my brother Justyn. Justyn, this is Monica."

"Hi," I reply holding out my hand to shake hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Justyn. It's nice to meet you too. Do you play football also?" She shakes my hand and lets it go. Her skin is very soft, and a little cool.

"No, I leave the rough stuff to Jay. I'm the brains of the outfit."

She lets out a small laugh. "Well, if you are as smart as your brother is talented at football, then I'm jealous."

"Don't be. I read a lot."

"So, what can I do for you bro?" Jay asks.

"I'm gonna call it a night and head back to the room. I'm gonna do some studying."

"You sure? I'm sure Monica has some friends she could introduce you to."

"That sounds nice, but I'm sure. I just wanted to let you know. You seen Tristan around?"

"I've not seen him in a while. He's been kinda moody since we went to dinner. I'm sure he's around here somewhere."

"Ok, well, if you see him, tell him I said goodnight."

"Ok. I might be back later." He winked at me. Yeah, you wish buddy.

"Good luck there, bro. Nice to meet you Monica."

"Nice to meet you too Justyn. Good night."

I smile and nod and turn and walk away as they go back to their previous conversation. I wander through a couple of the other rooms on my way back to the front of the house but don't see any sign of Tristan. Oh well, it's not like we're the best of friends or anything.

I say goodnight to a couple of Jayson's teammates and I head back to the dorms. As I approach the west quad, I notice a lone figure sitting on one of the benches that line the walk way. As I get closer, I recognize the person.

"Tristan?"

He looks up quickly, obviously startled. His eyes, even in this light, look misty. He quickly wipes his hand across his face. "Oh hey Justyn. You scared me. I didn't even hear you."

"Sorry about that. I didn't expect to see anyone there, let alone you. How come you're not at the party?"

"It was kinda boring, and I'm not really in the mood."

I motion to the bench beside him. "Can I join you?"

He nods his consent and I sit. "What's bothering you? You've been quiet ever since you got that letter."

"It's nothing. I don't want to trouble you."

"Tristan, would you call us friends?"

He looks at me for a moment. "Yeah. I've only known you like a month, and Jay a little longer but you guys are like my best friends here."

I put my hand on his shoulder and I get a little shock. My dick starts to harden. Not now! I pull my hand away.

"You're a good friend to me too. You can talk to me. If I can help, I will. What was in the letter?"

He looks at me and it seems as though he's going to cry at any second. He doesn't say anything at first and finally turns his head and faces down at the sidewalk below. He finally speaks without looking up. "It was from the university. I'm being put on academic probation."

"What? But why?"

"I'm having a lot of trouble in a couple of my classes. I just don't get it. My grades are way down in them. If I don't improve them, I won't be allowed to play football and then my scholarship will be withdrawn and I'll have to quit school. I can't afford that. What will I do? What will I tell my folks?"

"Have you talked to your professors?"

"Yeah, I tried. One of them thinks I'm just some dumb football jock who can't do anything and the other is just too busy to help."

"What about your college counselor?"

"I'm too embarrassed to. My father told me I was too stupid for this major. Maybe he's right."

"You're not stupid, Tristan."

"I don't know what I'm going to do."

I put my hand on his shoulder again. More electricity. My hardon comes back. "I tell you what. Why don't you come by tomorrow and I'll see if can help you. Maybe I can tutor you in some of your classes" ‘And get to spend more time with you.' I add silently to myself.

He stands up quickly, causing my hand to fall off his shoulder. I stand up too. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. I can't promise anything but maybe I can help."

"Oh that would be great!" He pulls me into a tight hug. My erection presses against his thigh. Oh shit. He's gonna know. He releases me, but doesn't say anything about that. "Cool! I'll be over tomorrow afternoon!"

Maybe he didn't notice? He must have. I'm not huge, but I'm not small either! "Sounds good."

"I'm gonna head back to the party. Wanna go?"

"Nah, you go ahead. I'm gonna go back and do some studying. See you tomorrow."

"Good night Justyn. And thanks!" He says heading back toward the party.

"Good night Tristan." I say back to him. I just hope this is a good idea.