I always picked Joey to be on my team.  As a little kid, he'd been hit by a car & had to wear a leg brace for about 10 years - with each brace getting less cumbersome as his leg & hip slowly got stronger.  He wasn't a very fast runner for obvious reasons & those first years he was a pinch-hitter or the rule was "touch - don't tackle him".  He had a quiet & humorous personality - but he had a self esteem problem because he often got left-out & outright picked-on so much because of his bad leg.  I always made sure to choose him first -- like he was some sort of secret weapon in disguise.  I was so young at the time, I had no idea why I felt about him the way I did.  I just wanted him to know that someone really thought he was an awesome person. 

At 15, the brace came completely off.  I was a hockey nut & wanted Joey to try out our Junior year.  Sure ... he was already our team 'manager', but I knew he had the right stuff for team play, - & I suspected that if we worked his weak side extra hard over the summer - that he'd make it.

On the 1st day of summer vacation after our Sophomore year, I let Joey in on my plans for him.  Mom worked at the school part time in the summer & had a key to the place.  She usually went in on the weekends for a few hours too - so I decided that Saturday would be "blast the leg day" in the weight room.  We'd be able to use the pool & other facilities on Tuesdays & Thursdays.  Wednesdays were for general body blasting - mostly on ice in the arena.  My brother was in college & hooked us up with some clembuterol.  June 4th was his birthday: 16.  We got a bunch of team mates together & took him to the Beachside Water Park.   Joey wore these big, baggy swimming trunks that came down below his knees.  "Nice clown pants" was the compliment heard from more than a single person.  Joey just laughed.  However, I was usually ahead of him on the rides where you chained up to the person before & aft of you -- & I could feel the size difference of his legs above his knee.  He knew that if there was a "collision" or pile up that I'd take care to shield his bum leg from any impact by using my own body as a battering ram/shock absorber. 

He had a great 16th - smiling constantly & laughing his overall arse off at the various antics we all got going there at the beach.  Joey was maturing into one of the best looking guys in town - virtually perfect in every way -minus his bad lower quarter.  He'd learned to play the guitar in his "down time" & his voice was country-sexy.  That day at the water park did something to me.  That was the day that his movements, expressions, voice & laughter -- all put together the way that only Joey could snagged my heart.  All the warm friendship & empathy I'd had for him as a kid got rolled up in the pit of my gut with all these new feelings of wanting to be close to him in so many other ways.  I guess that this day was also the day that I had to admit to myself that I appreciated the male bod much more than the female -- not to mention the overall difference in mannerism/s. 

Soon it was "legs" day at the school.  The long-term plan was to hyper-exhaust his bad side & force it to grow.  We were both sore from the arse-down the next day ... & by Tuesday, I could barely walk, & Joey had a brace-wrap on his bum side.  We hooked up though - & considering the circumstances, I decided to use the heated whirlpool to help our lower limbs recoup.  We got naked & sat in the frothy tub & as the jets bombarded our legs with pressurized water, I suggested that we push foot against foot & force some circulation through.  Joey's strong side kept good pace -- but his weak side really made him wince as he moved it.  "Scar tissue" was his explanation.  We've all experienced a twitch from time to time -- but Joey's bum leg twitched whenever it got sore; --  Big twitches - all over involving numerous muscle groups.  I noticed it as our feet were pressed together.  He said they were painful because a twitch - like a reflex does not originate from the brain -- but from the spinal cord.  His twitches often became cramps.  Chronic cramps are bad because they exhaust the muscle of oxygen & injure it.  Even after getting out of the tub, he had to stretch his leg for a while before standing up.  He sat on the floor & slowly pushed it straight & forced the spasms to loosen their hold.

We decided to see what we could do.  Ironically, it was simple aspirin that made the difference.  It helped stop the cramping & reduced the twitches.  We'd sit in the whirlpool & work our legs & lower bods on Tuesdays & Fridays ... & I got bold enough to sit beside Joey & firm-massage his bad side when it got acting up.  Joey was one of these guys who'd buckle under the feeling of being rubbed on.  He'd groan & his gaze would lock at some distant invisible point in space.  One of the goals was to increase his mobility in his bad leg & to do that, I'd slowly push it back toward him causing his knee to approach his chest.  Sometime that really hurt -- as the tears in his eyes would telegraph to me.  Once in place, I'd deep massage the fibers as long as he could take it & then slowly pull it back to straight while focusing on the parts of the muscle that wanted to twitch.  I'd spend an ample 60-90 minutes with Joey each workout on his leg.  After the 2nd session, he really began to open up & be comfortable because he knew I didn't think less of him because one leg was not as developed as the other. 

The next Tuesday, I arranged for Joey to come over & spend the night after working out.  I set up a cot in my room beside the bed & decided to let Joey have the bed. because it was a bed & not a cot!  We watched the game & then some comedy for a while & Joey mentioned that his leg was beginning to twitch pretty bad.  I killed the main light & grabbed a bottle of skin-glide lotion/lube & sat on the bed beside him - pulling back the covers. 

"Hey Jo ... you should kick your shorts off so I can get that leg all over without getting this lotion all over your clothes.", I suggested.  Joey lifted his butt & began to slide his shorts down.  I helped him get them the rest of the ways off - & then sat so his bum leg was bent slightly at the knee & passed over my folded legs.  I firmly & slowly stroked along his twitching leg - pushing deeply into the fibers - but being careful not to hurt Joey beyond the level of soreness he'd been getting accustomed to at my mercy.  After about a half hour - his leg was no longer twitching & Joey moaned in a deep quite voice barely louder than a whisper as I slowly stressed his muscle fibers & scar tissue.  "Other leg jealous?", I asked as I pushed the blankets back exposing his maleness & his other leg.  I began to slow rub on his 'good' leg & Jo groaned in approval.  "It's a good idea that I learn how this one feels & responds to massage so that I have a baseline to compare the other with.", I explained.  That was good enough explanation for Joey.  Meanwhile, part of me was astonished that I was this close to him - rubbing on his stud bod while totally in the raw.  "Roll over Jo & I'll do your back...", I suggested.   Groggily, he complied & soon I was slow kneading his entire back side as he sighed & groaned in approval.  The trust we'd developed was awesome.

I finished his back by slowly gliding my fingertips over his body's length - head to toe.  The feeling caused his skin to raise thousands of little hairs as goose pimples formed along his bod.  Through a half open mouth Joey managed to whisper, "That feels so phuck'n awesome...".  As I slowly scratched the undersides of his hands & soles of his feet his fingers & toes would stretch & curl as his clenched smiling jaw held in the laughs that wanted to escape.  Meanwhile, the hairs on his body & head stood up as the feeling of being slow stroked on his backside lit up his nervous system. 

Reaching over, I shut the light off & rolled Joey over onto his back as I laid down beside him.  Starting at his forehead, I slowly & lightly scratched all over his face - concentrating on his light stubble that was beginning to cover his maturing face.  As I worked my way down onto his chest, he slid his arm under me & pulled me closer to him.  I wrapped my left arm around his torso & rested my left ear on his chest over his heart.  It was pounding - really fast, - probably over 125 beats per minute. As  I hugged him a little tighter, I could hear him as he nervously swallowed the lump that was in his throat.  I slid my left arm down along his lower back & firmly rotated his hips so that his groin docked up against my side as I planted a firm kiss on his chest.

Joey gasped as a frantic look crossed his face.  His jaws clenched & his eyes narrowed to a slit pushing out tears as his mouth suddenly opened wide & he gasped in a lungful of air.  At the same time, I could feel his lower back stiffen - as something very warm my hip.  His strong muscular neck pushed his head back into the pillow causing his back to arch as another warm sensation hit my hip.

I recognized the feel of his pulsating hardness against me & knew my buddy was spilling his nutt - quite out of control with his feelings.  "Just go with it Bro...", I encouraged him as I swung my legs over & slid on top of him so our dicks were pushing together through my thin shorts.  Both of his arms wrapped around my upper body as he gasped & groaned.  His hard cock was throbbing with great determination about once a second against mine.  The experience was such a turn on that I began to shoot my spunk right there - the feel of my convulsing dick against his driving Joey on into an extended orgasm. I pushed my face against his as I wrapped my arms around him tighter & slowly ground my seizuring dick against his - prolonging the hard contractures at the base of his balls as his cock was coaxed along by the sensation. 

Too soon he began to resolve into the little cock-after-shocks that accompany resolution.  He took a deep breath & relaxed his embrace some as he slid the palms of his hands over my backside.  "I've wanted to do that with you for a long time...", Joey whispered. 

"Wish I'd known.", I answered.  "Could have made the whole experience happen sooner."

"I didn't want you to think I was a freak ... or something.", he replied. "Besides ... I always wonder if my weak leg is a turn off or if people see me a less than a 'man' because of it.  Then, there are these feelings I have for you -- another dude...& I began to think that there was something really wrong with me.", he explained.

"Bro ... you're my best friend.  I luv ya - bum leg & all.", I whispered in a reassuring tone.  "Besides ... luv'n on ya is all about luv'n all the things that make ya a great guy - from balls to bones.  You're one handsome dude ... dude.", I continued.  Joey looked at me with more of a relaxed expression as I went on: "It's not some fag thing; --. Nobody is gonna play the bitch - at least with me.  You're not just a body; -- You're my Bro."

Joey was all misty-eyes as he rubbed his face against mine.  He smiled & then glancing downward said, "I think I made a real mess ... down 'there'..."

I grinned.  "Well ... I don't mind - as long as it's your mess...".  I hugged him a little tighter as I went on: "But I think I need to ditch these shorts while it's pretty much self-contained."  I rolled off Joey & carefully slid my shorts off - wiping thing up as I went.  I aimed & managed to hit the laundry basket with them.   Sliding back toward him, I slid my arm under his lower back & kissed him on the naval.  Reaching down, I slid my hand around his weak leg & began to massage from his hip to his knee giving full coverage.  He groaned & gradually slipped off to sleep with me rubb'n on him.

By the start of school that fall, Joey was ready - with the size of his "weak side" almost identical with his other.  He made 1st string.  I'd never seen him so proud of an accomplishment.  We still had a special work out routine for him & I could often be found in the infirmary with his leg over my shoulder as I helped him stretch the muscles & continue to bust up the scar tissue.  We always spent the weekends together at his house or mine where we'd dump a week's sexual tension over a couple of nights of slow, frontal luv mak'n.

As the year passed at school. it became fairly obvious that Joey & I were extremely comfortable with each other's company.  Because we were both pretty vocal about men being "bitched" - as being "wrong"; -- It caused a form of smokescreen.  People who asked other's if we were "gay" eventually got feedback that we were "just best friends & closer than brothers" from the word of others who "knew" us.  Being anti-sissy, anti-fem & anti-arse-phuck all translated into something that simply wasn't taught in sex-ed: G0Y.  Of course ... we didn't have the name for it at the time.  What else we made clear is that anyone who through out the "gay" word might likely get a beating.  This posturing created an atmosphere where Joey & I were alpha males who made an environment that was accepting of close male/male bonding without the stigma of being a bunch of low-brow arse-phuckers.  Guys -- especially in our core group dropped their fear of being a called a "fag" simply for being tender on another dude & an amazing thing happened: Guys started to relax around each other.  The shift in perception was that it was OK to be extremely close - even emotionally bonded with another guy as long as nobody was being bitched.  Vocally against arse-phuckers, the guys in our 'group' accepted the unspoken conclusion that guys lov'n guys was: Natural, respectful & discrete.

In a school the size of mine, there were lots of groups.  Do you know which group caused trouble for us?  The FAGS (Hey - it's what THEY refer to themselves as).  What they prove by their own admission is that: "G.A.Y." = "Got Aids Yet"; -- &  "A.I.D.S."= "Anally Injected Death Sentence".  Arse-Phuck'n is THE quaint essential issue.  It is the line in the sand that fags can't stand be drawn.  Yet - they hide that fact when they talk about "discrimination".  And our group - our hockey team (for the most part) was accused of being riddled with "hate speech". 

Pressure began to be applied to coach to apply pressure to us.  Allegedly: We needed to be more "accepting".  I made it clear that I didn't give up my 1st amendment rights when I came thru the door & I wasn't about to embrace a bunch of arse-phuckers.  Hell, a few of those guys, -- eh: gAys were HIV+ (& they wanted to lecture us).  I don't think so!  Yet, by our senior year - the butt phuck tyranny was at full force in our school to make us "tolerant". 

If you've ever wondered about media bias, here's our proof: In the spring of 2004, Joey & I had had enough.  We contacted an attorney & called a meeting with the school board, the FAG club & the press.  There were (3) reporters who showed up -- all ready to report on the "gay bigotry" prevalent in the school.  You could have heard a pin drop when Joey & I let them in on the fact that we had been intimately involved for over a year & that we HATED all association with the arse-plowing, gender-bending images that were pushed by the "gay club" & called "diversity".  We called it "perversity".  We had over 100 exhibits we'd pulled down off the Internet & burned to CD that made our point from gay publications themselves: FAGS Arse-Phuck.  That's THEIR Message!  Gay porn was little else butt arse-phucking.  Gay classifieds were almost all of a TOP/BOTTOM mindset.  Gay pubs had elaborate articles on butt-phuck techniques.  All these pubs discussed hooking up & HIV as primary issues.  About the time we pulled in numbers from the CDC on STD's & the leading causes ... that was when the FAG club representatives began to really object.  Amazing!  I guess they believed that if they could denounce the numbers enough that the statistics would go away or change for them.  Neither happened. 

Then we showed the info we'd pulled down from sites like M2M Alliance, & especially: G0YS.ORG - which allowed us to present our position as a moral and RELIGIOUS one.  Now the issue was not only Freedom of Speech -- but Freedom to espouse religious beliefs without government interference.  My final statement: "so, while Joey & I are soulmates & deeply love each other in all contexts of the term; -- We reject the 'GAY' label because that term encompasses a set of lifestyles, & specific practices that offend our sense of decency, morality & religion, -- as made clear from the evidence presented.

The school board backed off & quit pressuring the coach.  The FAG club decided to loathe us is silence; & the media reported NOTHING.  Those 3 reporters refused to publish a single word about the exchange.  Why? Well, I think it's obvious: When "straight" people say anything negative about the 'gay' community, it's easy to label them as "intolerant bigots".  However, when it's a male couple who are finger pointing & saying "We don't associate with a group that defines itself as preoccupied with playing in butt-holes & spreads diseases like the plague..."; - when that is said by a male-couple, - it's not so easy to label them as "intolerant bigots".  After all: it is a male-couple making the statement and the source makes it clear that the 'gay' community is far from beyond reproach.

Joey & I are so glad the regular guys like us can point back here & show other guys that the real issue is about respecting dignity - not who you bond with.  Thanks.