There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.
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The final weeks of their semester had been eventful for both men. Randy's lacrosse team was on a winning streak, and Tanner's classes were going well. He had decided to attend the gay-straight alliance meetings on campus and discovered they were not the meat market he'd feared, giving him the chance to get to know some of the other LGBT students on campus. With all the activities they were involved in Randy surprised Tanner when he walked in grinning like a mad man, holding a lacrosse stick.
"What're you doing?" asked Tanner.
"One of the guys on the team got a new stick for his birthday. He gave me the old one so you and I could play around together."
"With me? Shit Randy, you know I don't know anything about lacrosse!"
"It's easy! I'll show you how to hold the stick, and we can toss the ball back and forth a few times."
"I don't know. I've never even played baseball," said Tanner in near panic, afraid he was going to look like an idiot.
"It's nothing like baseball. Come on, let's try it."
Tanner let out a sigh of resignation. "Ok, but don't be pissed if I don't get it."
"You'll pick it up. Don't worry."
Tanner shrugged his shoulders and followed Randy down the stairs. They spotted Fred and Jenny drinking iced tea on their patio as they raced down the stairs. Randy waved and sprinted over to the couple. He carried on an animated conversation that lasted mere seconds and then hurried back to Tanner.
"Fred said we could practice in the backyard."
The boys moved to the middle of the yard and Randy rapidly went through some basics, then ran a few feet off and lifted his stick. "Here, I'll lob one into you."
With each ball missed or dropped the frustration level grew for both Tanner and Randy. Randy was trying to explain a game he understood on an instinctual level, and Tanner was becoming more and more frustrated with each mistake. It was obvious that they were not having a good time when Fred appeared at Tanner's side.
"Maybe I can help a bit. I played a little lacrosse when I was a youngster," said Fred.
The relief was evident on both Tanner and Randy's faces. Tanner smiled at Fred as he stepped closer and began to make suggestions. First he positioned one of Tanner's hands on the end of the stick, and the other midway up, pointing out that it would be easier to catch the ball by choking up on the throat of the stick. He then showed Tanner to hold the stick vertically in front of him. He nodded at Randy, who lobed a ball to Tanner -- and it flew into the pocket.
"Holy crap! I actually caught it!" squealed Tanner.
Fred chuckled and helped position Tanner's hands for the toss back, then stepped back to watch. The first ball was far too short, but after a few more adjustments and tosses, Tanner was getting the ball to Randy on almost every throw. The pair spent the next hour practicing, with Fred helping. Eventually though Jenny gathered up their tea glasses, waved to the players and motioned Fred to come with her. Fred walked over to help, holding the door open as they moved inside. Jenny sat the glasses in the sink and turned to Fred with a conspiratorial look.
"You could have told the boys you were the captain of the Cornell lacrosse team," said Jenny with a chuckle.
"Could have, but wouldn't do any good, nope not any. 'Sides, that's ancient history, I'm an old fart, lacrosse is a game for young men."
Jenny walked behind her husband and kissed his cheek. "Come on you old leprechaun, it's time for bed."
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The last weeks of the semester flew by for both boys. Randy had done more research into what he needed to do to transfer to State and had found that while his grades were not as high as Tanner's, he was still well above the entrance requirements. Randy had sent for the admission packet, and fortunately for his concentration it arrived after he'd finished his last final. Excited to have the actual application, Randy had it spread across the table and was studying it as he ate lunch. Engrossed in reading through the application, he wasn't aware of Tanner climbing the stairs until the click of the door announced his arrival. Popping the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, Randy turned to greet Tanner as he walked into the apartment.
He watched as Tanner dropped his backpack to the floor and pivoted toward him, giving Randy a shy smile. "Don't look so innocent, I know you're curious, and yes finals went fine. I think I have A's in all my classes, although the botany class is on the edge. Not that I understand what a large animal vet needs with botany."
"Poisonous plants?" said Randy.
"Oh shut up, you big ole' slut! I didn't want logic, I wanted sympathy!" said Tanner with a chuckle.
Randy looked over at Tanner and ground his ass against the chair, letting out an exaggerated moan, "You haven't been very sympathetic to scratching my itch."
Tanner yanked the farm cap off his head and tossed it at Randy with a laugh, "I know you aren't complaining. I know you're smarter than that!"
Randy broke out in laughter, "Nope, not bitching at all. Just say'n that anytime . . ." Randy wiggled his eyebrows at Tanner.
"Oh hell, I've created a monster that's addicted to sex!" said Tanner with a laugh. "But I'm afraid I have bad news in that area, I have to go home next week to help put up the first cutting of hay. But I can come back and help you get ready to leave."
"I'll just go with you. I like your parents," said Randy.
Tanner breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'd like that, but you know . . ."
"I know, I know. No hankie pankie while we're at your parent's house. But you know that means I'll be extra horny by the time we come back," said Randy with a cartoon leer.
"I think I can take care of that," said Tanner with a chuckle. "But I'm suppose to be there tomorrow, so we need to get packed. We'll be there most of the week."
"No problem," said Randy as Tanner turned to lay out what he needed. After a few minutes, he realized that Randy was standing in the middle of the apartment looking at him with a single piece of cloth in his hand.
"What the hell is that?"
"My clothes for the week!" said Randy. As he watched Randy open the fragment of material, Tanner realized it was one of the jockstraps that looked like a pair of briefs with the ass cut out. He suddenly remembered he'd mentioned to Randy that he thought they were hot, and now Randy was holding a fire engine red pair.
"Oh crap, you can't—"
Randy broke down laughing and tossed the jock to the bed. Walking over he wrapped his arms around Tanner and pulled them together, giving him a passionate kiss.
"Oh . . . you are so easy."
Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy back. "Probably, but get busy and pack!"
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Tanner wiped his arm across his face, clearing the flood of sweat for a few seconds. He couldn't believe his easy week of hauling hay with Randy had turned into an endurance trek through hell. It was one of those May weeks that are a harbinger of the summer to be, which translated into spending the last few 100 degree plus days throwing 60-pound bales into an oven-like hay barn.
Standing for a few minutes on the bale wagon, he watched Randy working at the other end of the bed as they stacked bales. The heat had driven them to shed their shirts hours ago, and Tanner had a fantastic view of his boyfriend as the fierce sun glistened off his muscular torso. He drifted in speculation as he tried to think of a way for them to get some time together, and he was still mulling over ideas when a bale fell from the lift and plowed into his side, almost throwing him off the wagon.