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I look up as I hear a key in the lock of our dorm room door. Jayson quietly opens the door and removes his key. "Oh, you're up," He says as he shuts the door.

"Yeah. I couldn't sleep anymore, so I decided to get up and study." I didn't bother to tell him I'd been dreaming about Tristan. Considering what he's said in the past few weeks about gays I don't think he'd understand. "How was the party?"

"It was great. I had a blast."

"That's cool. Did you get lucky with Monica?" I ask as he kicks off his sneakers and sits on his bed. He stretches and falls back on the bed.

"Nah bro. Not yet. But soon. She's really hot though."

"Yeah, she seemed nice." I put down my highlighter and get up from the desk.

"It's too bad you didn't hang around. She could have hooked you up with one of her friends."

"I have a lot of studying to do."

"All work and no play makes Justyn a dull boy."

"Yeah, and all play and no work makes Justyn an F student and I need to keep my grades up to keep my scholarship."

He sits up. "We both know you're the brains of this outfit. I've got the looks, you've got the brains."

I push my glasses back up my nose. "Ha. Ha. I think I got both."

I was saved by Jay's retort by a knock at the door. I head over to the door, thankful for the interruption. I open it just as Tristan was about to knock again.

"Hey Justyn."

"Hey Tristan. Come in."

Tristan walks in and I shut the door behind him. "Hey, bro," he says to Jayson.

"Hey, bud. Did you enjoy the party last night?"

"Yeah, it was cool."

"And who was that cute redhead I saw you talking with last night?"

"What?"

"The redhead? You and she were talking over near the bar."

"Oh yeah, her. She's in a couple of my classes."

"So what brings you over here Tris?" Jay asks getting off the bed and grabbing his toiletries.

"Actually I came to see your better half."

"Cool. Well, you two kids have fun. I'm gonna take a shower and go get some lunch." Jayson grabs his stuff and heads out of the room.

I turn to face Tristan. "Actually, that sounds good. Want to go get some lunch before we go to the library?"

"Yeah. I'm kinda hungry."

"Cool. Let me get my stuff together and we'll go."

"Ok." Tristan sits on my bed as I grab my backpack and throw some books and notebooks into it. "Where should we go?"

"I'm kinda sick of the dining hall food. What else is in town?"

"Do you like Italian?"

"I love Italian."

"Ok, I know this great out of the way Italian place."

"Sounds good." I grab my backpack and keys and we head out.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later we get out of the car on the far side of town. Now I've been going to this college for a little over a month now and I've never been to this side of town. "Where did you find this place?" I ask him as we come to a small looking place. Doesn't look like much. The name over the door is faded and peeling off the glass.

"Aric's older brother told me about it. He went to another college in this area. He found out about it from his frat buddies. He even took us a few times when Aric and I came down to visit him." He pulls open the door for me. "After you."

"Why thank you, you are a true southern gentleman."

"Get in there you dweeb." He laughs as he pushes me. The door closes noisily behind us and my eyes adjust to the lower level of light. The restaurant looks larger on the inside then it does outside. It's got the stereotypical red and white checkered table cloths on each table along with a drip candle in a wine bottle. A few potted plants and many paintings adorn the floor and walls.

"Tristan!" I hear a female voice call. I turn to face the voice and see this little gray haired old woman coming toward us. Tristan kneels down and gives her a big hug.

"Hey Granny J," He said letting go of her. "How are you doing?"

"Eh, my arthritis is flaring up, my gout is bothering me and that no good son of mine has taken off again. But enough ramblings for a tired old lady. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. Oh before I forget, Granny J, this is my friend Justyn. Justyn, this is Granny J."

I put out my hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you."

"Hand shake my ass sonny, you get down here and give Granny J a hug!" She opens her arms wide so I kneel down like Tristan did and she envelopes me in a hug. "Any friend of Tristan's a grandson of mine." She lets me go and looks around the restaurant. There were a couple of tables occupied, but other than that, it is empty. "Grab any seat you want. I'll get you some soft drinks."

"Thanks," Tristan answers her heading off to a table in the corner. "How's this?"

"It's fine." We sit as Granny J comes by the table with two sodas.

"What's good Granny?" Tristan asks as she places the sodas down on the table.

"Honey, it's all good! I made it all myself!"

"What do you recommend then?"

"Well, the lasagna is good, the manicotti and I've got a killer Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken."

"That sounds good, I'll have the Fettuccine," Tristan says grabbing his drink.

Granny turns to me. "I'll try the manicotti."

"Excellent." She shuffles off toward the kitchen. "Make sure you leave some room for dessert!"

I grab a swig of my soda. "She is a character."

"Yeah, she is. And she was just like that with me and Aric when his brother Jaden introduced us to her. Instantly we were like her grandchildren."

"Does she not have any grandchildren of her own?"

"She had one grandson, but I don't think he's alive anymore."

"Oh that's too bad. Wonder what happened?"

"I don't know. She's never talked about it, to me anyway." He takes a sip of his soda. "Do you have any brothers or sisters, besides Jay?"

"Yeah, we've got an older brother, Bastian. He's a year ahead of us. Actually he goes to school in this area too."

"He does? Jay's never talked about him."

"Yeah. Bastian's wasn't around much after he graduated. He and Jay were close, closer than he and I are. It was weird."

"Why?"

"Well, it was spring break of our Junior year. Jay and I had gone out on a double date or something and we came back just in time to see Bastian leave. He didn't even say anything to us as he took off. He was gone most of the week. When he returned he didn't talk to us much. Jay tried to talk to him but Bastian wouldn't. Then when summer came, Bas ended up taking a second job and was around even less. It was almost like he was avoiding us. Jay really took it hard. Then he went off to college. He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas but that was it. He didn't come home at all during the summer. Mom said he was busy working down near school. That he had gotten an off campus apartment with a friend. What about you? Do you have any siblings?"

"No. It's just me and my folks. My mother developed complications during her pregnancy with me and it left her unable to have any more kids. My dad blames me for that. Like it was my fault! I always wanted to have a younger brother or sister."

"Here you go boys. Garlic bread." Granny J drops a basket full of delicious smelling bread on the table. "Guaranteed to please. And to keep the opposite sex away!" She laughs as she shuffles back to the kitchen. Well, I don't care if it keeps the opposite sex away, I just don't want it to keep this cute boy away!

"When is your next test, and in what class?"

"It's Thursday, in English."

"Ok. After lunch we'll hit the library and study."

"Cool." He munches on some garlic bread. "Have you found anyone to date here at school?"

I choke on a bit of bread as he says that. I grab some of my soda and gulp it down.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just swallowed wrong. I've seen a few I like, but I'm too busy right now. Jay keeps saying he want to get this girl he's seeing to set me up with some of her friends, but I'm not big on blind dates."

"Yeah, me either. I'd like to know what I'm getting into. You know?"

"Exactly. What about you? You find anyone that interests you?"

"Yeah, a couple. But like you, it's tough with school and football and all. Plus I'm kinda chicken when it comes to actually asking someone out."

"I know that feeling."

Just then Granny J showed up with a couple of plates of food. "Here you go boys, Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken and Manicotti. Enjoy."

"Thanks Granny J." Tristan says.

"Yeah, thanks," I add.

"Eat up boys." She shuffles back to the kitchen. "And don't forget to leave room for dessert!"

"Methinks she wants us to have dessert."

"Oh yeah. Her desserts are to die for. She makes this great chocolate cake."

"I'm partial to canolis myself. This does look delicious though."

Tristan takes a bite of his Alfredo. "Oh, it's great."

I slice off a bit of my manicotti and put it into my mouth. Oh, it's hot! Hot! Hot! I grab my soda and guzzle a bunch down.

"Hot?"

"Yeah, just a little, but it's very good. I think I'll let it cool a little bit."

"Good idea."

We chat a little bit more while eating our food but we mostly concentrate on eating.

"So, how was it?" Granny J asks coming up to our table. She looks approvingly at our empty plates.

"It was delicious as always Granny J." Tristan smiles at her. She turns to face me.

"Yes, it was the best I've ever had," I tell her.

"I'm sure it is. Most places don't take the time to do it right, let alone do it by hand!" She grabs the plates off the table. "What are you having for dessert?"

I pat my stomach. "I'm kinda full."

"Harumph. You're not leaving here until you have dessert."

"Of course we'll have dessert Granny J. Give me a chocolate cake and a canoli for Justyn." Tristan smiles at her.

"Good, good." She shuffles off again to the kitchen. "Kinda full? Full my ass," she mumbles to herself. Tristan lets out a small laugh as I smile.

A couple of minutes later, a blond kid probably 14 or so comes out carrying two dessert dishes. "Hey Tristan." He puts them down on the table. "Here you go."

"Thanks Charlie. Is Granny J mad?"

"Nah, she just had a couple of things that needed to get done in the kitchen."

"Ok. Oh Charlie, this is Justyn. Justyn, this is Charlie. He's Granny J's great nephew."

"Great nephew? I'm her best nephew. Hi Justyn. You go to school with this loser?"

"Hey, Charlie. Yeah, I do."

"Loser? Who you calling a loser you little whelp. You know I can take you."

"You wish!"

"Don't listen to him, Charlie. And I think you can take him, too." I reply smiling innocently.

Charlie grins at me. "You wanna toss the ball around after you're done Tristan?"

"I'd love to kiddo, but I've got to study for a big test. Maybe next time."

Charlie's face falls. "Oh, ok. Enjoy your dessert." He heads back off to the kitchen.

"He seems like a nice kid," I say to Tristan as I bite into my canoli.

"He's a wiseass, but yeah, he's a good kid."

* * *

Granny J reappears at our table as we finish the last of our dessert. "Too full for dessert huh?"

"I found the room. It was delicious."

"Always is," she replies smiling.

"I wish we could stay longer Granny J, but I've got to get back and study for a big English test," Tristan tells her pulling out his wallet. I go to grab mine.

"Put those away boys. This one is on the house."

"You sure?"

She places her hands on her hips and turns to face Tristan. "You gonna argue with Granny J?"

"No, I wouldn't dream of it," Tristan replies putting his wallet away. I follow his lead.

"Damn straight. Just don't be a stranger, Tristan. And you neither Justyn."

"I wouldn't dream of it." I tell her as I stand. Tristan gets up and Granny J walks us to the door.

She gives me a hug and then turns to hug Tristan. "Personally, I think you can take Charlie," she tells Tristan.

"Hey, I heard that!" Charlie yells from the back of the restaurant where he's cleaning off our table.

Granny J smiles as we leave. "Come back again soon boys."

We both smile at her and head back to the car.

* * *

A half hour later found us at a table on the fourth floor of the library, books spread all over the place. Tristan is working on his English assignment and studying for his test. I'm working on my homework and helping him as he needs it.

We spend the next four hours working like this. Sometimes I spend a bit of time trying to explain the concepts to him. I try to use the football team and the game as references to make him understand it better. I can see him really start to grasp it as it gets close to dinner time.

"Well, I think I've had enough. How about you?" Tristan asks shutting his English text.

I take my glasses off and rub my eyes. "Yeah, me too." I glance at my watch. "My watch says it's dinner time but I'm still kinda full from lunch."

"I hear ya on that bro. Granny J's cooking is great, but I always eat too much there."

I pat my stomach which I swear feels like it's now ten feet wide. "If all her meals are like that manicotti, I'm in big trouble."

"I love the food and Granny J is a real hoot. I only go there a couple of times a month, otherwise, I'd be as big as a house!"

We gather up our stuff and head out of the library. "I'm gonna head back to my room and get some stuff done before hitting the sack. I'm kinda wiped." As if to prove my point, I suddenly let out a big yawn.

"Ok. I think I will too." Tristan holds out his hand. I grab it and shake. Oh gawd, not again. My crotch starts to stir and my dick starts to harden. I can definitely feel some electricity here. The handshake seems to go on a little longer than normal. Finally Tristan relinquishes my hand, seemly almost reluctantly. "Thanks again for the help." We start walking toward the dorms.

"Anytime bro. Anytime."

"Will you help me review Wednesday night?"

"Sure. Just come back with Jay after practice."

"Cool!"

We arrive back at our dorms and head up to our floor. We get to my room first. I put the key in the lock as Tristan puts his hand on my shoulder for a few seconds and squeezes. "Thanks again." He grabs his bookbag and heads off down the hall toward his own room.

Anytime cutie, I think to myself. Oh yeah, I got it bad for that boy. I close the door behind me. The room is quiet, dark. Jayson must be gone. Probably out with his teammates, or out with Monica. I lock the door and drop my backpack by my desk. Without turning on the light, I quickly undress. I pull off my boxers and my cock, still hard from Tristan's touch on my shoulder bounces up and hits my stomach. Not knowing when Jay will return adds a little bit of danger and excitement to my actions. I sit down on the edge of my bed and grab it. Images of Tristan come to my mind as I start to stroke up and down, slowly. I imagine what Tristan looks like naked as my stroking gets faster. I imagine Tristan and I kissing, of Tristan making love to me. It's been a while since I last did this and it's evident in the feelings running through me. I can feel an orgasm building as I think of sleeping with Tristan. Suddenly my balls pull up into my body as my cock releases it's pent up fluids. The first shot sails over my head and lands on the bed behind me. The second shot flies forward and hits my backpack. The next several arch and hit my chest. The last few sort of dribble out of my cock and onto my hand.

As I slowly come down from my post orgasmic high, I grab my boxers and clean up the mess on me and my backpack. I put the dirty clothes into the laundry bag and throw on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I turn on the lights and sit down at my desk to surf the web a little bit before heading to bed.

* * *

The next couple of days pass by without much excitement. Tristan stops by Wednesday afternoon after classes to make sure I'm still able to help him study that night for his English test the next day. After dinner I head over to the library and find Tristan sitting at the same table we were sitting at on Sunday, books spread all over the place.

"Hey bro," he says as I put my backpack down.

"Hey." I open my bag and pull out some books. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. I just want to go over a few things to make sure I'm ready."

I pull out the seat across the table from him and sit down. "You'll do fine Tristan. I think you've got it figured out."

"I hope so. If I pass this test then I'll be able to play this weekend. Then I just have to pass the rest of the tests in this and in World History and I'll be off of academic probation."

"This weekend's game is away, right?"

"Yeah, the next couple. We gotta head down to Texas for this one. We leave Friday night and we'll be back Sunday."

"That's cool. I'll have the room to myself this weekend." A smile creeps across my face.

"Oh? Hoping to get lucky?"

"Yeah, I wish. Nah, just looking forward to a quiet weekend." I open one of my books. "You ready to get started?"

"I guess." Tristan sighs and opens one of his own books. We spend the next several hours working like we did Sunday before calling it a night.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"You'll do fine. You know the material. Just remember to breathe and read the questions completely. You'll do fine."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just nervous. If I fail this test, I'll probably be off the team."

We pack up our stuff and head down into the cool fall night. We part ways as we arrive back at our floor in the dorms. "Good luck tomorrow Tristan."

"Thanks for everything Justyn."

"Anytime bud, anytime." Tristan heads down the hall and I enter my room. Jayson is sitting on his bed talking on the phone. I quietly put down my bag and shut the door.

"Yeah, that'll be cool...Yup, three weeks...Homecoming weekend...Yeah, I can do that...How many do you need?" He waves to me and smiles as I take my windbreaker off. "You sure?...Ok, not a problem...Great!...Yeah, I can't wait...Yes, I'll tell him...Ok, buh bye." He hangs up the phone and has a shit eating grin on his face.

"What?" I ask sitting down on my bed kicking off my shoes.

"You'll never guess who that was."

I pretend to think for a second. "The pope?"

"Nope, not the pope."

"Derrick?"

"That fag?" Jay says, suddenly looking pissed off. "It was Bastian."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. How is he? How'd he find us?"

"He said he talked to Cam. Anyway, he's going to be coming to the homecoming game."

"Awesome."

"Yeah, he's gonna crash here."

"Great. It'll be good to see him again."

"Yeah."

We spend the next hour just chatting about school and life before finally turning in.

* * *

The next couple of days finds me very busy with classes and homework. I don't see Tristan at all on Thursday or Friday so I can't find out how he thinks his test went. Jay leaves for the game Friday afternoon so I've got the weekend to myself. You wouldn't know it was a weekend though with the amount of homework I've got. Finally about 4:30 Sunday afternoon Jay comes back from the away game.

"Hey bro, how'd you do?" I ask him as he drops his duffle bag on his bed.

"We did ok. We lost, 20-17."

"Oh that sucks. Did Tristan go with you guys?"

"Yeah, he did. He even got to play. He got a field goal."

"Cool."

"Yeah. Oh, he asked me to to ask you to come by his dorm room at some point. He wants to talk to you."

"Ok. I guess I'll head over there now, unless you wanna go get something to eat."

"Nah, I'm good for now. I think I'm gonna go hit the health facility and use the whirlpool."

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll catch you later."

"Later, bro."

I grab my keys and pad down the hall to Tristan's room. I knock on the door and Tristan opens it almost immediately.

"Hey buddy," He says stepping out of the way so I can enter.

"How's it going bro?" I ask as I enter. Like Jay, his duffle bag is on his bed. "Where's Tom?"

"He's not back yet."

"Still visiting his girlfriend back home?"

"Every weekend. It's cool the weekends we don't have away games."

"Yeah, it was nice having the room to myself this weekend."

"Yup."

He doesn't say anything. He just stands there looking rather nervous.

"Well?" I finally ask.

"Well what?"

"Don't keep my in suspense, how did you do on the test? I heard you got to play so you must have passed."

He moves to his desk and grabs a blue test book. He holds it up to me. "I did better than just pass, I got a B+!"

"That's great! I knew you could do it!"

"I owe it all to you," He says grabbing me and pulling me into a hug. I give him a hug back and start to pull away as I feel my cock start to stiffen. Just then he leans in and kisses me!