He opened his eyes, crusted shut with mucus and tried to focus on the constellation of glow-in-the-dark stars he had pasted on the ceiling.
       "Tina, Tina, Tina. What am I going to do with myself today? I don't feel like moving. It's so nice to just be laying here in my own bed for a change. Oh, who's that? Guess I brought someone home last night. I wonder who it is. I should probably look. Oh my god! It's Frankie! And he's naked! What happened last night? It's all such a blur. I'm not really ready to wake him up, that's for sure. I think I'll go get a glass of water," he thought to himself as the dawn sunlight peaked in through the blinds.
       He slowly lifted himself, trying not to move too fast. Frankie was a light sleeper, and Jessie wasn't ready to say good morning. His mouth was chalky, he had dried up white boogers hanging out of his nose, and he was naked. As he lifted his head to sit up, his stomach tight with the slow movement of lifting himself onto his butt, he glanced around the room.
       "Jon!? Peter!? Zack," he screamed silently to himself!? All around his room, motionless bodies were scattered under blankets, sheets, and pillows. He didn't even know he had so many blankets, sheets, and pillows. "Were they all naked too," he wondered? "Seeing Zack naked wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but Jon and Peter?! There's no way I want to be here when they toss those covers off!"
       Jessie started pealing the blanket off his body. "Oww," he said quietly. The blanket was strangely stuck to his chest. He pealed it slowly and it fell to his stomach where it got stuck again. He slowly pealed it back, and that's when he realized that his entire torso was covered in dried up cum. He didn't even know if it was all his. Feeling slowly started returning to his body as he sat upright in his bed. He felt a little burning sensation come over his asshole as he put weight on his butt. This could only mean one thing.
       "Guess I got fucked last night," he said quietly and casually to himself. It had happened before. But if he didn't pretend to be shocked, he'd think he was a slut, even if he was only feigning shock to himself. It never mattered to Jessie if everyone else thought he was a slut. All that mattered was that he never fall into that trap of believing what "they'd" always say about him.
       Frankie turned away from him. Jessie shrugged his shoulders and wondered where his water bong was. He had rigged it with a glass pipe so he could smoke his Tina with it. Tina's smoke is a lot easier on the throat when it's softened by water.
       "Well, I guess we all had a great time last night," he told himself trying to convince his one-man audience of himself that this was all just part of the party that hadn't ended yet. Once he found his water bong, there was sure to be at least one hit of Tina left and that would make his room full of naked, tweaked out, twinks feel a lot happier, and it was sure to make Frankie look a lot cuter.
       "Well, at least there isn't anyone here I don't know," he thought silently to himself as he slowly rose to his feet, his limp penis stuck to the side of his leg, and his mangled ball sack falling forward from behind his legs. His dick got just a little harder as it broke away from his leg jolting his perfectly shaped mushroom-head with a good morning, dry cum caress. His balls moved just a little to the left in that mind-of-their-own way that they do when they open their eyes to a happy good morning of naked, tweaked out, twinks.
       Suddenly, his phone rang. He scrambled to find it, stumbling onto Jon's leg who screamed "Dude, watch where you're walking you tinafied freak!"
       "I'm looking for my phone. Chill out dude," he shot back.
       "Can someone tell me what time it is," Peter asked softly in that boyish cute good morning voice?
       "Jessie, dude, you're like completely cum crusty man," Zack said as Jessie leaned down over his head to find his phone laying just beyond Zack's pillow, glowing, vibrating, and ringing its good morning chant. Jessie couldn't resist and pretended to lose his balance as he reached for the phone and fell on Zack's face, Jessie's crusted up dick falling square on Zack's half-open mouth.
       "Hello," Jessie asked as he answered his phone without looking at the caller-id first, like he usually does. This would not have been a call Jessie would have taken had he looked first.
       "Um, hmm, nicksee..um...hmmm...," Zack mumbled as Jessie's now hardening dick found its way past Zack's lips, keeping him from making much sense.
       "Hello," Jessie asked? "Oh, hi Tim. Dude, you wouldn't believe what happened to me last night. It's actually not even over yet. What's up?"
       "I went to the doctor today," Tim said over the phone.
       "Yeah? Uh-hugh. Ooh...Zack, careful. That hurts. Yeah, and what Tim," Jessie continued?
       "Well, I got tested and...um...I, don't know...I just found out, ya know, I was at the doctor, and...um...I have AIDS," Tim said as tears fell from his eyes, and his voice got suffocated by choking sounds from the mucous he had dripping down his throat and out of his nose.
       "Dude, that fucking sucks! I...Zack, um...okay, go ahead," Jessie said now fully erect and getting sucked hard by a feverishly awake Zack.
       "Yeah...I don't know what to do. I don't know who gave it to me. The doctor...um...he said, I have to call everyone now. I have to call a lot of people, Jessie. You're the first one I'm calling. The doctor...um...he said you have to go get tested," Tim choked through the phone.
       "Okay. Can I call you later? I just woke up," Jessie managed.
       "Yeah, that's fine. Call me, okay," Tim whimpered.
       "Dude, I will. Bye," Jessie said curtly as he hung up, moaned, dropped the phone, and grabbed the second shelf of his bookcase in ecstasy. "Don't stop Zack. Please, please don't stop. Oh...uh...yeah...faster!"
       "Hey everyone. Good morning," Frankie said brightly as he sat full-up in Jessie's bed, with his dick in his hands, wide-eyed staring at Jon and Peter who were already making out, groping each other, and feeling for Zack's dick. Frankie was feeling left out.

THE END