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CHAPTER 2: Lloyd’s Wild Ride

(WARNING - contains some animal tf)

“Not in the barn??”

“Not in the barn,” Rich echoed as Max ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He plopped down on the single bed they had occupied the night before, while Lloyd paced around the room. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It was early afternoon now, a full four hours since the boys had awoken to find their buddy Roy had gone. They had spent the better half of those four hours searching for him in and around the ranch, to no avail.

Lloyd cleared this throat. “Well we can’t leave here without him,” he said, “unless one of these guys knows how to jump start a car—“

“We’re not leaving him here,” Rich said. He scratched at his crotch through his new jeans. They were fitting very comfortably, ironically. And yet something kept bothering him down there, almost as if the jockstrap had a mind of its own…

“Maybe he left us here,” Lloyd said, “maybe he called an Uber or something and went up to his parent’s place himself!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t get an Uber in… whatever part of the state we’re in.” Rich kicked the dust on the floor with the tips of his new boots. Max had been meaning to ask him where he got the new clothes, but there were more pressing matters at hand. “Max?” Rich continued, “what do you think?”

Max knew if he were to say it out-loud it would only sound scarier. The fact was that they had scoured every inch of the property, looked under every hay bail, opened every barn door. Roy was no where, but more than that, there was no evidence that suggested he traveled anywhere past the barn. This meant one and only one thing: something had happened to him. What that something was, Max did not know, but he had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with those…

“You boys want somethin’ else to drink?” It was Beck. Again. Only instead of beer, he had three tall glasses of water. They seemed to glisten in the early afternoon light now burning through the windows. Max knew better than to accept the cowboy’s drinks.

Lloyd, however, did not.

“You’re a saint man,” he said, grabbing one of the glasses and chugging it down.

“Damn son,” came another voice from behind, “you drink like a horse.” Thom emerged from the shadows behind Beck. He had clearly been working out in the field; his shirt was off, exposing the titanic muscles and light dusting of chest hair that sent everyone in the room in to a brief, but thick haze.

Max shook it off. “You didn’t happen to see anything unusual out there, did you?” He asked Thom.

The cowboy just shook his head. “I ain’t seen nothin’ yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I do!” He turned away, and Beck faced them again, a sly smile on his face.

“There aren’t—“ Rich stuttered, still in a bit of a daze, “there aren’t any dangerous… I don’t know… predators around these parts, are there?”

“Predators? Ha!” Beck let out a deep belly laugh. “Why, the closest thing to a dangerous animal we got is Thom back there, but only once you get him under the sheets if y’all know what I mean.” The mere image of it: that man hot and sweat drenched under a thin sheet, cowboy hat still on, viciously fucking the living daylights out of any poor soul who could handle his probably gargantuan baseball-bat of a cock.

It was enough to send all three boys into a state. So much so that a full minute could have passed before Beck finally spoke up again.

“Y’all could always check the horses.”

“The horses?” Lloyd’s ears seemed to perk at the sound of the word.

Beck nodded. “I’m really not sure what they could have done, but those stables back there are a labyrinth. Very likely he could be back in one of those.

Lloyd didn’t even bother to ask why Roy would want to do such a thing; the thought of seeing the horses suddenly sounded very exciting to him. He was already starting to follow Beck out when Max said, “wait! Where are you going?”

“The stables! We haven’t checked there yet, right?”

“I did, about three times,” Rich said. He was practically grabbing his crotch now, scratching so hard, Max began to wonder if he was getting an erection.

“Everything okay down there?” Max asked.

Rich shook his head. “These new jeans are really starting to bug me.”

“Yeah, where did you get those anyway?” Lloyd asked the question on everyone’s mind.

Rich motioned to the barn. “Over there. Over by the—“

“Stables.” Max finished. Things were starting to come together, he thought. “It’s settled then. Lloyd and I will go check again by the stables. You stay here and call us if anything goes wrong.” Rich nodded, and with that, they were off.

It was remarkable how well kept the stables were. Lloyd was used to the stables at the place he used to go horseback riding. Smelly, murky, floors messy with god knows what. They were never his favorite place to be per-sea, but as he walked into the stables on The Ranch, with their crisp brick tiles, impeccably finished wood paneling and sweet, hay-like aroma, he felt like he was on another planet.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Max said. He was looking in every single stable. Beck had given him the key, and he had resorted to opening every single gate. There were horses in almost every one. Big horses, scary horses. And yet, each one quietly and politely stepped aside whenever Max walked in. They let him look around, inspect every corner, and then gave him a generous “huff” as he walked out. Almost as if they were trying to say something to him…

Lloyd was no help at all. Since they had arrived, all Lloyd could do was admire the space, observe the horses, the architecture. Hell, he even spent three minutes just looking at the hay.

“I doubt anyone is going to be in there,” Max joked as he shut the door to the second to last stable.

Lloyd looked genuinely offended. “How do you know? I know he’s in here. He’s just got to be. I feel it, you know?”

No, Max didn’t know. He didn’t know why Roy had vanished. He didn’t know where Rich had gotten those itchy jeans. And he certainly didn’t know why Lloyd was acting so strange. Gone were his usual sarcastic come backs, his air of ease and confidence. Being around the stables, he seemed lucid, oblivious, and yet completely alert.

Max did know one thing though. They had to get out of there. Fast.

“Well, if he’s going to be anywhere, it’s in that stable over there,” Max pointed to the one in the far corner, farthest from the door. “It’s the only one without a horse in it.”

Lloyd peeked inside. Sure enough, the stable was empty. Eerily empty. A soft breeze blew from behind, drawing both of them closer towards the locked door.

“I… I hear him!”

“What?”

“I HEAR him!” Lloyd said again, “In there! In the empty one!”

“Hold on hold on, just give me a sec,” Max was fumbling for the key. It dropped out of his hand and into the crack beneath the bricks. “Shit,” he muttered. But that’s when he heard a slam. He looked up to see the door had opened on its own. Not only that, but Lloyd was already half way towards the empty stable.

“Lloyd, WAIT!” But it was too late. Lloyd ducked inside and the door SLAMED shut. Like a trap. “LLOYD!” Max booked it across the room, the horses stomping their feet and “neighing” as he passed.

He threw himself against the door. It wouldn’t budge. He looked inside threw the bars. The first thing he noticed is that Roy was not in there. Not only that, but he couldn’t hear anything. Noting except the labored breathing of Lloyd, who was standing, frozen in the center of the stable.

“Lloyd,” Max said calmly, “are you okay?”

Nothing. Lloyd just continued to stand, panting.

“I’m coming in there, just stay put.” He was about to run back to the key when he heard his friend say:

“Max?”

He stopped. He turned around, just in time to see Lloyd turn back towards him, a look of genuine bewilderment on his face. He cleared his throat and said, placid, “have my hands always looked like this?”

Max’s jaw dropped. For a split second, he thought Lloyd was holding two black cans in each of his hands. But then he realized that they weren’t cans. They were hooves.

“Oh my god,” Max’s voice trembled in Lloyd’s ears, but Lloyd barely registered it. Instead, he focused  on his two new hands. He felt their weight, clapped them together. The sound they made seemed to ricochet throughout his body. It trembled through his spine, through his skull. And in one swift motion, his back cracked.

Max screamed. Lloyd felt his entire body begin to re-shape itself. His back was now arched premaritally, and his hoof-clad arms were beginning to stretch out. “Oh my god oh my god,” Max continued to flip. “HELP SOMEBODY HELP!”

Lloyd just groaned. He was starting to loose balance on his feet when his entire body seemed to inflate with muscle. His tendons expanded, his chest growing so large it was ripping through his shirt. But as Lloyd could see, these weren’t ordinary muscles. These were the muscles of an animal.

It all hit him at once. “MAX!” He cried out, “Max what’s happening to me??”

“I… I…” for Max, it was impossible to describe. How would you tell your friend that they were turing into a horse?

Lloyd could no longer stand. He fell onto his hands, and just as he did, he heard a loud RIIIIP as his behemoth ass tore through his shorts. He turned around to see it rise and rise like a soufflé, and just as it was almost level with his head, he felt something hit his lower back. He closed his eyes, searing from the brief shot of pain. When he opened up, he saw a long ropy tail waving just above his cheeks.

“Max… Max I nneeeeigh,” it rolled out of his throat so instinctively that he almost didn’t notice. All he could pay attention to was the rough brown hair now starting to cover his entire body. He felt the hair on his own head extend all the way down his arched back, and grow longer and longer until it was a thick mane. “I neeeeed to get out of hhheeeeeeigh.”

But Max wasn’t listening either. He was watching in awe as his friend’s neck thickened and expanded. He watched as his face grew very long, his eyes moving to the sides of his head. He watched as Lloyd’s nose turned black and wet, forming into a long snout. It huffed as he made out his final words:

“Help… me…”

But there was nothing he could do. Lloyd knew that now. And as he watched Max back away from the bars of his new stable, Lloyd felt a new sensation run through his body. Something painful. Something pleasurable. Something hot.

He could barely see it, but he could feel his dick start to expand under his expansive belly. He could feel it stretch past its normal erect length of 6 inches… 7 Inches… 10 inches… 12 inches…

By the time it reached over 19 inches, he could make out its fleshy pink skin and its diamond head. Another wave of pleasure, and Lloyd watched as the head began to flatten itself out, almost as if someone were pressing a hot iron to it. It grew a dark color of brown, which he then felt ran itself down the length of his penis like a warm hand.

He “neighed” once more, this time feeling as the full weight of the transformation, its pleasure, its change, begin to overtake him and send him into an orgasm so explosive, he had to stand up on his two hind legs.

Lloyd bellowed hard, his horse body shook, and rope after rope of hot cum rocketed out of his cock, painting the side of the stable and even flying out between the bars. Max had to duck to avoid his buddy’s spunk, which steamed on the cool wood as he fell back onto his hooves and pranced around the stable, feeling his new body.

“L… Lloyd?” The horse gave a huff in response. Clearly, Max thought, he must still be in there. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words just wouldn’t come. He was standing in front of a horse that used to be his best friend. This was unbelievable. This couldn’t be real.

I have to warn Rich, was the second thought that crossed his mind. He needed to get Rich. He needed to get in that car. And they needed to get the hell out of there. How he would help Lloyd (or find Roy) he did not know. He just knew that this ranch was a trap. A magical, mystical trap, and if they didn’t get out right there and then, god knows what it would do to them.

“Stay here!” Max yelled to horse Lloyd, “I’m going to get help!”

Lloyd protested with a loud whinny that echoed around the stable. He stomped his hooves and screamed for his buddy to come back. But Max was already half way down the stable. The other horses “neighed” to him too, but he blocked out the sound. He threw open the doors to the stable, ran out of the barn, and sprinted across the field back towards the house.

“RICH!” Max yelled the second he burst inside. The house was empty. Dark. Something was wrong. “RICH!” he yelled again running into the kitchen. No Rich. He looked in the hallway, opened every door to every room. Finally, he reached the bedroom—their bedroom. He shook the handle. Locked.

“ARE YOU IN THERE?” He was practically screaming now. All he could hear inside were Rich’s moans and groans. Something was happening. And he had to stop it.

“I’M COMMING IN!” Max said. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. They might have gotten Roy. They might have turned Lloyd into a beast. But they weren’t going to get Rich. Not on my watch.

With one, hard kick, the door came down.

Max froze. Rich was inside alright. At least, the man sitting in front of him looked like Rich.

“Hey stranger,” the man said with a smile, “lookin’ for a ride?”

T O  B E  C O N T I N U E D …

BREEDR

I wake up, slightly relieved I’m not hungover. Maybe I would have been if James hadn’t ditched me. I look down at my phone and furrow my brows. I have a missed call, a voicemail and an Instagram DM all from James left at 4:09am last night. Damn, that’s pretty late, even for James. I listen to the voicemail, struggling to hear James’ voice over the loud thumping club music in the background.

"AY BRO, ITS JAMIE! YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT THIS PERSONALITY TEST IM SENDING YOU, MAN. ITS FUCKIN CRAZY DUDE.”

James' message catches me completely off guard. Since when the hell did this 5'6 gay twink start using the word 'bro'? I mean, I was just with the boy at Glitter & Groove last night, the city's hottest new gay club. And, as expected, he ditched me by the end of the night to go off with some beefy daddy type. The daddy claimed he was straight, but for James, that's just a challenge. He loves the whole idea of "turning straight men gay." Personally, I've always believed that if a straight guy ends up in bed with James, well, he probably wasn't that straight to begin with. You can’t just change someone’s sexuality, but James always thought different. Damn though, that beefy daddy seems to have left a mark on him, got him to say 'bro' and shit.

“bro thiz is the new personalty test i did its so accrate check out the lynk belw"

Damn, this boy’s got an English degree. I can’t remember the last time I saw him make a spelling mistake. It must have gotten really crazy last night.

Anyway, what’s this he sent me? The personality test… ‘BREEDR’, it says. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning. I don’t got anywhere else to be. So, I click the link and am presented with the flashy homepage.

“IT FEELS SO GOOD TO RELEASE WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE INSIDE”

Discover Your True Self: Take our 10-Minute Test to Unveil Who You Are at Your Deepest, Most Primal State

I click on the test. It’s just the expected usual run-of-the-mill online personality quiz.

You enjoy learning new things

As a recent English graduate, I can't help but chuckle. Well, I'd be a complete fraud if I said I didn't. I click "yes" on that one. After all, I did just spend years immersing myself in literature and analyzing complex texts. Learning is practically in my DNA now.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like dogs more than cats

I guess. Though I must say the question seems pointless. How does this affect my personality. Whelp, I don’t know what I expected from a stupid online personality test. Sure, I guess I like dogs more.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like hanging out with friends

Are there people who don’t like hanging out with their friends? Okay, faster I get this over with the better. Sure, I’ll answer yes.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

I click quickly through the boring questions until one startled me.

You like big muscles

My eyes widen. Strange question, but I'll roll with it, I guess. I mean, it's not entirely untrue. I've always had a thing for guys with big muscles. There's something about the roundness and masculinity that I've always found appealing. It makes me feel safe and protected, you know? Damn, why am I hard thinking about muscles? I seriously need to get laid. Anyway, I'll just answer honestly. I click "yes" and move on to the next one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You frequently attend to the gym

I chuckle to myself as I read the next question. "You regularly visit the gym and actively engage in weightlifting." Well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I have gone to the gym a few times, but I wouldn't say I actively go. I've always been more of a skinny guy, and the idea of lifting heavy weights in front of all those big, musty meatheads is a bit intimidating. Not to mention the stench in the local gym’s locker room always stank, which didn't exactly make me want to go back. I guess I'll have to answer "no" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Wait, I pressed “no”. Why did it put in “yes”. I try to click “no” again but it seems as though my answer is locked in. Fuck, that might fuck up my results. Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

You often find yourself flexing and admiring your muscles in front of the mirror

I scratch my head, my bicep rubbing off my cheek. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I do sometimes. I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxious bodybuilders or anything, but if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I might do a bit of flexing. But come on, doesn't every guy do that? I spend hours in the gym every week; is it really that narcissistic to want to show off my biceps every now and then? I guess I'll reluctantly answer "yes" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You engage in manscaping and frequently wash your body

I do shower quite a bit, especially after going to the gym. Can't stand the thought of going about my day feeling all sweaty and grimy. Besides, the locker rooms at the gym can be quite the stinkfest. I've walked in there and almost turned around immediately. It's like a mix of old socks, musk, and sweat lingering in the air. It's not the most pleasant environment to say the least. So yeah, I guess I'm a little more bothered by bad smells than the average guy. So, yeah, I tend to shower a lot. As regarding the manscaping, I’ve never been able to grow much body hair. Can’t even grow a beard. So, manscaping has never really been a problem for me.

Yes [ ] / No [-]

I curse under my breath as I realize my big fingers accidentally clicked "no" on the question about being bothered by bad smells. Great, just my luck. Hopefully, it won't have too much of an impact on the final result. As I take a deep breath, a sudden hot stench fills my nostrils. It's strong, and I can't help but follow it like a sniffer dog, tracing it to its source. I lift up my arm, and there it is— a wild, tangled forest of armpit hair producing that foul odor. I can't help but give it a nice scratch and shrug. Maybe I did answer that previous question correctly after all. My last shower was almost four days ago, and it looks like my armpits are making up for lost time. Who cares, right? I scratch the scruff on my face, accidentally staining it with my musty stench. I smirk, finding the stench kinda amusing. Let’s just carry on with the test.

You feel at one with your bros

I continue to absentmindedly sniff my own stench, looking at the question. Fuck everyone smells so fucking strong, especially the pits. My bros? I don’t know if I’d call anyone my bros, but I guess in this context, someone like James would be my bro? Like my buddy or something. Yeah, I guess I feel at one with my him and he’s my bro. So, yeah. Me and the bros be pretty in sync my dude. Like we part of a dog pack or something.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like to think hard

Fuck, these pits bro. They smell so fucking good. Fuck, oh shit, I’m doing the test man. I forgot. Thinking hard? I mean, I can think hard. Like I’m smart and shit, I think. I went to college… or am I in college? I forget. What was I doing? Oh yeah, the test. I can think but I guess I prefer not to?

Yes [ ] / No [-]

You want countless children

Do I want children, bro? Uhhh, I don't think so. I've never really thought that far ahead, bro, huhuhu. I mean, I'm too busy with college right now, you know, having a blast and getting laid with all the boys I could possibly dream of. I don't have time for any of that family stuff, bro. I'm living my best life in the moment, and kids are not in the picture right now, that's for sure. It’s a “no”, bro.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Fuck! Did I click "yes"? Words are so fucking hard sometimes, bro. All the letters just get all jumbled up in my head. But hey, I know how to read, though! I'm not stupid or nothin'. I'm studying Engli… I mean, I'm studying… I'm studying business. And business is for bros who have brains. And I have a brain, bro! It's just that sometimes my thoughts get a little lost, you know? But I'm smart and I know it. Gotta keep that confidence, bro!

You feel the primal urge to breed and impregnate as many girls as possible

Fuck, just reading that made me so hard bro. Why am I thinking of big bouncing tits. Stop, I’m gay! Get that shit outta ma head bro. Fuck… imagine some bimbo sliding down my 8 inch cock bro… no! Not… straight. Don’t want to… breed… girls and… impregnate them… with my alpha seed. No… fuck i’m gonna bust bro. No! Just… don’t think about… don’t think about BIG BOUNCING BOOBIES.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I busted a fat nut all in my boxers, bro. It’s a sticky mess down there. I could clean it up but… fuck it, it’ll be fine.

I look up at the screen and see the words

SUBMITTING RESULTS

RETRIEVING BREEDR PERSONALITY PROFILE

I stare at the loading screen, my mouth agape as drool trickles out and onto my big, bouncy pecs. Just seeing that loading circle spin puts my brain at its maximum capacity, bro. It's like my whole world has become this little circle, and I can't focus on anything else. All I can think about is what my result is gonna be, and I'm so damn excited to find out. It's like waiting for the game-winning touchdown in the last seconds of the Super Bowl, bro. I can feel the anticipation coursing through me, and my heart's pounding like crazy. I can't wait to see what kind of bro I'm gonna be, dude!

YOUR BREEDR PERSONALITY IS…

FRAT

FUN-LOVING

ROWDY

ACTIVE

THOUGHTLESS

Fuck, bro! This personality test is so fuckin' accurate, man! It's like they peeked into my brain and saw every little thing about me. It's crazy, bro! I feel like I'm seeing my own reflection, dude. How the hell do they do that? It's like some sort of magic or something, huhuhu.

I gotta share this with the bros, man. I’ll post the link in the University LGBT club’s groupchat huhuhu. It’ll be funny to see what kinda BREEDR personalities they’ll get.

Anyway, dude, I gotta get ready. Me and the frat bros are hittin' up the Freshman Fair today. Gonna go hang out with Jamie and see how many hot babes we can impregnate, bro. It's gonna be a sick day, man!

Hey Jake it's your boi trev here... I just wanted to say I love your muscles bro. I do anything for you... I might be a big sexy marine for other guys... But for you I am a horny bottom hehe 😍😍😍

Thanks trev I really appreciate that 😉

@texanstrong

Jakes Surprise (Part 2 Final)

(Warning~ This story does not contain vore or any sexual components.)

Jakes bf turned to me and looked down, thinking about what the plan was. While he thought I opened my suit case and grabbed Jakes Bday gift. I couldn’t wait till tomorrow so I wanted to give it to him when he saw I was here for birthday. Once I got it out and placed it to the side, Jakes bf had an idea.

Jakes bf~”I got it Cal, I’m gonna act like I have a early surprise for him like a present. Then I’m gonna tell him to cover his eyes and I’ll bring you out and we will surprise him.”

Me~” That’s perfect, okay we got a game plan. Alright u go get jake and I’ll wait here until u come and get me.”

Jakes bf left and went to go get Jake, I stood there waiting for him and while he did that I put my clothes in the dresser. Jakes bf came in right after I was done and gestures me to come slowly and quietly. I took off my shoes so he couldnt hear two sets of shoes and walked with him. We got to the living room when I saw my buddy Jake standing there eyes covered.

Jake~” come on bud what’s the surprise, you didn’t get a puppy or something cuz I don’t think we’re ready for that kind of commitment.”

Jakes bf~” not quite a puppy but your going to love it, it’s something you would never have expected and you will most likely never forget it.”

Jake~”surprises are scary when I’m not the one doing them can I open my eyes yet!!”

I stood in front of him and jakes bf counted from three.

Jakes bf~” 3, 2, 1 open your eyes jake!!!!! Happy Birthday!!!!”

Jake opens his eyes real quick and his eyes widened as he froze in shock.

Me~” how’s this for a birthday surprise Jake, Happy Birthday my friend.”

Jake finally came to and jumped in excitement and screamed “OMG CAL, is it really you?!!! WTF I thought u were in Texas. Omg bro I’m crying COME HERE give me a hug.!!!!”

Jake ran to me and gave me the biggest hug I had ever received, a tear feel down the my cheek as I finally met in real life my best bud jake. We probably hugged for a solid 2 mins, you would think that two brothers had been reunited after years apart. After the hugging and some crying stopped, Jake couldn’t believe it. He turned to his bf and asked him if he had anything to do with it. He shocked his head yes and jake hugged and kissed his bf, he came back to me and hugged me again.

Jake~” Cal this is the best Birthday present I have ever gotten, thank you so much. I’m so happy and excited, wait how long are you staying. It’s just just till tomorrow right?”

Me~”Haha Love you jake and happy birthday, naww I’m satying for a week bud. So we can go do lots of stuff.”

Jake~” Are you serious a whole week? OMG YES, I can’t wait to show u around and have fun. What should we do first? Maybe the university I’d love to show u around or the museum, maybe the park.”

Me and Jakes bf~” slow down Jake, we can do all of those things haha.”

Cal~”so now that you got to see ur bfs big present, would u like to open mine?”

Jake~”You got me a gift too, aww Cal thanks. Let’s see it”

I tell jake to stay there and I go into the guest room and pick up the presents. All neatly wrapped in a box. I head back out and hand it to Jake.

Cal~”here you go bud hope you like it.”

Jake sits down on the couch and opens the wrapping, he gets a knife and cuts the box open. The box opens and jake takes out a bottle wrapped in tissue paper. He tears the tissue paper off and smiles. Then looks up at me.

Cal~”I know it’s not much bud, but I promised to give that to you when I visited u for the first time. Do u like it?”

The gift was a Roger Staubach Dr. Pepper two liter bottle, I promised Jake one day while we were talking. That I would personally deliver that bottle to him, most people would think it wasnt worth anything. For me and Jake tho it represented our friendship, he hated the Dallas Cowboys but he was a sports fan and it came from me. He smiled at me and said,

Jake~”I cant believe you remembered to bring it Cal, thanks this means so much to me. Every time I look at it, I will remember this day and how u made me feel. This to me is better then any expensive gift because this comes from you and it means a lot to you.”

The bottle wasn’t worth but 15 bucks, I had picked it up and some garage sale. The worth was that it was a gift to my dear friend Jake. That’s what made it priceless in his eyes. He put it one the table and stood up and went over to me. He hugged me again and said thank you for everything, your my best friend. Meeting jake for the first time was the best day so far of my life. After his gift, he gave me a beer and we sat down to watch an old Syracuse game that was probably ten years old. We laughed and talked me Jake and his bf, I had a great night. We talked about the future and the past. The present and random stuff, I wouldn’t trade that for anything. The day ended and we all went to sleep, the following day Jakes bf made me and Jake a birthday breakfast and we discussed what we would do today. Jake was really excited to show me his campus.

So after we ate we all got ready and went out, he showed me around his campus. It was beautiful and then we went out to a pizza place cuz i wanted to try some NY pizza. It was a the best pizza ever haha, the next day and following rest of the week was so much fun. We went to see a movie, a museum and we even drove four hours so I could see the 9/11 memorial and the Statue of Liberty. The vacation I decided to take was the best trip of my life and I loved every minute of it. Jake and his bf were sad on the final morning before I had to leave. The end turned out like the beginning, lots of hugs and a little crying. I was saddened to go home but I told them I would be back as soon as I could, and told jake and his bf to surprise me in Texas when they could. With that we said goodbye and I left home for Texas. I will never forget meeting my best friend Jake, and having an awesome week. Now that I met him, I felt closer then ever to him. He was like my brother I never knew I had, you wonder how someone u meet online can make a huge impact on ur life and then when u meet them. They turn out to make and even bigger impact on ur life.

Right when I got on my plane jake went out to get the mail. It was a birthday card and he opened it, happy birthday jake. Hope you loved ur gift and I know I’m writing this in advance but I love you bud and I’m so happy I got to meet u. See you soon bud!!!

That’s where the story ends everyone, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE. I love you so much, u mean so much to me and hopefully one day that’s how us meeting will go. @texanstrongjake

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