Double Vision [boyxboy love story]

Double Vision [boyxboy love story] Pt. 7

This is a boyxboy story.  Which means boy on boy action.  Don't like, don't read.  You've been warned.  This chapter is sadly clean.  I guess to boyxboy story wise.

Dedication: I love her story... READ IT NOOOOOOW!!!

This is edited.  If you find ANY mistakes, report them.

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I woke up this morning with a pulsing pain in my left eye and upper left cheek.  I was pretty sure there was some serious damage caused to my brain because it took me a full hour to go second by second to remember the full story.  I don't know who to thank to return me to my bed but I would guess it wasn't all that nice because I found all of my clothes loitered around the outside of the cabin.

            “How’d you get the black eye, man?”

            I looked up to see the girl who snapped gum twenty-four seven, she grinned as I finally replied after a long silence, “I ran into a pole.”

            She snorted and nodded, disbelieving, “Interesting pole.”

            I made a face, “Ha ha.”  She shrugged off my sarcasm, “That was a fake laugh by the way!”

            “I caught it,” she smiled and closed her mouth soon as it appeared so she could pop a bubble, “Anyway, when you laugh you snort so…” after a second, I processed this.

            “I do not snort,” I said, trying to remember my laugh.  It escaped my own attentions.  Did I really snort?

            She raised an eyebrow, “Whatever..."

            “I don’t.”

            “Hm, okay.”

            I glared at her and got the conversation moving, “Can I help you at all, Amanda?”

            “It’s Aimee,” she corrected, and after a second she grinned, “Yes, can you be my partner for the, um, exercises?”  Everyone’s head turned at the “exercises” and Aimee went red, “We start at noon and most of the guys don’t really like me… since I’m bi.”

            I was confused, “Who cares?  I would feel more uncomfortable with a lesbian than with a bi… no offence to you lesbo girls.”

            Some of the girls eavesdropping just shrugged and there were murmurs of “I don’t mind” and “whatever”.  Aimee went beat red, shoving a hand through her hair, “Because I’m attracted to guys and they’re afraid I’ll be attracted to them.”

            I blinked, “Sounds okay to me.”

            People started whispering and I looked around, confused, “Uh, what kind of exercises?”

            “Straight ones,” she explained.  That's it.  No big monolague of complaints about the camp, most times when I asked questions about this place they went on and on about their complaints.

            “Oh.” Ohh, straight exercises... insert obvious laugh here... wait, I don't get it.

            She turned and walked away, a little something in her footing that made me raise my eyebrows… What kind of exercises?

            Adam came around the corner, a tray in his hands.  He took a chocolate milk carton and held it out to me, “At least drink this, I don’t want you to starve.”

            I sighed and opened it, “I’m okay.  I just don’t have much of an appetite.”

            He looked at me, “Seeing you aren’t with Alex,” he said the name with so much distaste, it caused me to flinch, “I will guess one of the twins,” again, the angry tone, “did that black eye for you.”

            I looked side to side, feeling awkward, “Yeah, um, I got some shots in though.”

            “I saw Alec coming back; he looked angry and sad at the same time… um, kind of… confused – I guess,” Adam sighed, “You were so out of it.  I was so angry but I didn’t know what to do.  I took you to the office…”

            “Wait, what?  You said Alec held me?  How’d you get to be the one taking me to the office?” I asked.

            “Um, he got busy…”

            I looked at Adam, “What did you do?”

            “I, um,” he shrugged, “Alex came up and pushed Alec, screaming at him.  Saying things like ‘you cheated on me’, and then they argued who should take you to get you to the nurse.  When Alec put you down, I took you instead.  They were so busy with their stupid fight that they didn’t even notice.”

            I bit my lip to keep myself from groaning.  I barely know them and I saw that one coming…

            “Adam?” I asked.

            He grabbed his water and struggled to unscrew the lid, he sighed smiled when it finally opened and looked up at me, “Yeah?”

            He took a sip and I asked, “What are the exercises?”  Suddenly I was covered in water; he… spit water all over me.  Once again: Why does this stuff always happen to me?

            “Um…” he looked extremely awkward, then looked around and saw all the stares.  He stiffened and grabbed my arm, tugging me out of the building, “The ‘exercises’ come with the Saint Henry package to straight-hood.”

            “Huh?”

            Is anybody else confused here… or is just me?

            He blinked, "Um, well, it's kind of uncomfortable.  We watch this movie called Straight Is Great, corny as hell and the narrator has this monotone which makes you doze off during the middle even if you have a coffee in hand.  And Doc goes on about this little speech about it beforehand and it's simply just a pain in the ass..."

             I shrugged my shoulders, "That's all..."

            Adam nodded and he smirked, "Yeah, then they split the genders.  You know, stereotypical male side begins.  You know?  We learn to play sports, go into workout training, and boring business things... it's bad but it's not that bad.  And that's when we get to the last month, the big exercises..."

            My eyes widened, “What kind of exercises?”

            “Pictures,” he shivered, “Like clothes-on porno…”

            I shrugged, “Weird.  This is supposed to be a religious place.”

            “Desperate calls mean desperate measures,” he informed me.  He carelessly got up and smiled, "See you later in the exercises!"  He walked away and didn't bother to wait to see if I had any more further questions.