Terrace at about 5:00 pm
after track. He saw me just as he turned the corner. I could tell he was
thinking of turning around, but instead, he just stopped and stared -
forcing me to come to him.

"Let's just be honest with one another," I said as I approached him.

"Hey, I'm the one that's been honest and you're the one that's changing
your mind all the time," Bobby responded.

"It’s not as simple as that. When you wanted to do 'you know what' I felt
pressured and you didn't give a crap," I said as we both were now walking
together along the sidewalk. We began to speak more quietly so that even
the nosiest of neighbors would not hear us. I continued, "I know you Bobby,
and I think you set me up. You weren't interested in us, you were thinking
about yourself"

Bobby frowned and then began to grin, and said almost under his breath,
"You know me too well".

"What does that mean?" I asked.

He went on to tell me the whole sorted story.

Apparently the girl Bobby dated off and on, Maureen (the one I kissed
once), was great in bed but she was not interested in allowing him to have
anal sex with her. I did not hesitate to remind him that such an aversion
was perfectly normal for most women, especially high school girls! That
being as it may, Bobby began to think about nothing but anal sex. He said
that over the course of two months he started to keep a log of all the
girls with the best asses in school and after awhile started including guys
on the list too.

He wasn't particularly worried about this growing obsession until one date
with a freshman girl (who he was fooling around with behind Maureen's
back); he came close to physically forcing her to do what he wanted. The
poor thing was so excited to be going out with a senior and he almost
sodomized her!

He was horrified and knew he had to deal with this growing need
quickly. When he went back to his list of "best asses in school", mine was
apparently the top guy on the list. That is when he first thought of trying
to fuck me.

"So in a way, you're right, Jonathan," Bobby finally said, "What happened
at the lake wasn't by mistake it was more by design. I've been needing
someone for so long now, I guess I kinda picked you, but I knew it would
happen unless it came about kind of like by accident."

So that was it, I thought. Bobby was using me after all. But instead of
feeling angrier, I actually now felt closer to Bobby than ever before. He
was being honest and that counted for something, I guess. I was now to the
point that my needs were becoming as physical as his.

I stopped walking and said. "Now that I know what's up. I'm cool with
it. If you still want to do it, then I'll do it. But I don't want to get
hurt."

"Are you bullshitting me?" Bobby asked disbelievingly.

"No, I'm real. We made a deal that we'd help each other out on stuff like
this and I'm still in if that's what you want. But like I said a couple of
weeks ago, we don't know what we're doing. I don't know how you're going to
fit. What if I get hurt or