Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 13:51:12 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Together After the Fair - Part 9

Together after the Fair
[Part 9 - Together After the Fair - Winners Circle]

*****

If you don't design your own life plan, chances are you'll fall into
someone else's plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.
'Jim Rohn'

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage
boy or boys.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story, then
stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Gary - older male
Greg - teenage boy
Sam - teenage boy [Greg's buddy and FWB]
Robbie - teenage boy (flashback)
Younger Gary - boy (flashback)


Oh, by the way, all of the material is Copyright protected and all rights
reserved by the Author.  Citations and quotes are referenced to their
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*****

...I started to comment and respond, but Lucas held up his hand.  "Wait a
moment, please.  You advised me years ago, when I was not much older than
Greg is now that if I felt mature enough about a decision and specifically
if I felt mature enough to have sex and know I wanted to have sex then I
was ready to make other adult type decisions for my life.  Don't you
believe Greg is mature enough to at least consider the question, understand
the situation and make a valid decision about it?"  Lucas asked.

I took a long drink from my mug of coffee.  "You know, you may be too smart
for your own good.  However, I cannot argue with your logic.  You may be
right, but what if he says no or not now or something like that?  After
all, we have known each other such a short time."  I responded.

Lucas nodded.  "Hmmm, is this were Brad would say you are being evasive and
self-destructive or something along those lines?"  He asked.

"That isn't fair."  I countered.

Lucas cocked his head at me with a questioning look.  "Oh?  How come?"  He
asked.

I really did not have an answer for him.  I paused too long.  Lucas leaned
forward some more and reached out with both hands to grasp mine.  "Uncle
Gary, are you afraid to take your own advice or has your advice been wrong
all of this time?  I realize if you put your heart out there it may get
hurt, but if you really have these strong feelings for Greg and he seems to
have them reciprocally as well, why not at least discuss the future with
him?"  Lucas asked.

I sighed and bowed my head, planting my forehead on the table.  A few
moments later I lifted my head up and looked at Lucas.  "Do you honestly
expect me to propose to a fourteen year old boy?"  I asked.

Lucas sighed.  "Propose at this juncture in your relationship, maybe not.
However, I think that if you really care about Greg as you say you do, then
based on your feedback he is mature enough to at least discuss the future
of your relationship.  I think that since love and such has been tossed out
there by each of you then you should at least ask him where he would like
the relationship to go moving forward."  He challenged me.

***** Part 9 - Together After the Fair - Winners Circle

The Monday following the Thanksgiving Day holiday I stood in front of my
dresser deep in thought.  My mind wandered to that time when Robbie and I
were at his family's cabin just about this time of year decades ago.  The
fire in the wood stove lit the room.  We had shared a bubble bath and had
gone back downstairs to enjoy the warmth by the fire, each wrapped in our
bathrobes.

At 13 heading towards 14, I never really considered what it would be like
to commit myself to one person.  Sure, I was falling in love, well had
fallen in love with Robbie and he meant the world to me.  I knew things
were going to change in some fashion, my Dad had already told us we were
moving to Germany and this little get together was Robbie's idea after I
broke the news to him.  I was a very messed up teen, gay teen in the
closet.  Somehow Robbie had convinced my parents that it would be a good
idea to take me to his family's cabin so I could vent.

We sat there bathed in the light of the fire.  "Gary, I know life can be
rough.  I know you are sad about having to leave, but I am sure there will
be opportunities for us to visit each other.  Maybe you might even find
someone else you want to be with more than you want to be with me."  He
said.

I remember looking at him as if he had three heads and fangs.  I shook my
head.  "Robbie, you are who I really want to be with and I honestly think I
am in love with you.  I hate my dad for what he is doing to us."  I stated.

Robbie had always been able to comfort me and make me feel better.  "Hey
Gary, you can't hate your dad for this."  He stated sternly.

Robbie leaned in and kissed me.  After the kiss I blurted.  "It just ain't
fair."  I stated.

Robbie had put a hand on my knee.  He looked me in the eyes and tried to
make me feel better.  He reached into a pocket on his bathrobe and pulled
out a little box. "Gary, this was supposed to be a Christmas present, but I
think I want you to have it now."  Robbie said to me as he handed me the
box.

I looked at him.  "What's inside?"  I asked as I took the box from his
hand.

He laughed at me of course.  "Silly, you have to open it to find out."

I opened the box.  It made me cry a bit.  Inside the box was a ring.  Not
just any ring, but one Robbie had made.  It had no precious gems or stones,
just made out of silver.  It had a rather simple design with several
interlocked circles etched into the flat band at various intervals with
either an 'R' or 'G' at the center of every other circle.  He had made it
just for me to make sure I kept a part of him with me.  The inscription was
simple as well 'Me and You' was jut a reminder.

I wore that ring proudly until it no longer fit on my finger.  I never had
it resized, but transferred it to a chain which I wore around my neck or
kept with me in a pouch.  This pouch had remained in the ring's original
box which I had placed in the drawer effectively retiring it when I said
goodbye to Robert per Brad's instructions.

I pulled the box out of the drawer, opened it, pulled out the pouch inside
and poured the ring out of the pouch into my open palm.  I stared at the
ring for several minutes and then put the ring back in the pouch.  When I
had finished showering and getting ready for the day I put the pouch in the
front pocket of my shirt as I headed out to the jewelry store.

I stood there talking to the jeweler and asked him for a rush job.  I
handed him the silver ring and asked his opinion.  After we discussed the
design options, I had him use the ring I handed him and whatever additional
metal necessary to create a new ring with a miniature wrestler and a
miniature football player with the inscription 'I Love Scones' inside.
Corny, hell yes, but if it weren't for Greg's scone mishap we probably
would never have met.

---

The middle of the following week I picked up the finished product.  Bright
and shiny it was and I smiled as I put it in its own box and slipped the
box into my pocket.  One way or another I was going to find a way to give
this Greg.

Sometimes the world is a small place.  While I do not ascribe to the notion
we are all interconnected like the whole theory of '6 degrees of
separation' I do have to admit I am amazed at who I know from various
places.

I was on a job site working with one of the crews and the manager of one of
the sub contractors I dealt with came up to me to discuss the testing of
the RTU being installed inside the control cabinet and whether or not I
still wanted an extra redundant radio in the unit.  Ken came up to me with
the checklist in hand.

"Hi Gary, need to review this to make sure you still need that third
communication gateway."  Ken stated as he shook my hand.

"Hi Ken, I know you think I am being a bit over cautious, but I think this
system needs to have that third fail over.  The historical data shows a
loss of power in this general area typically takes down the high speed
Internet, which means all of the traffic has to go through that second link
and I am concerned there will be too much traffic at a time when we don't
want this station to fail and go off grid."  I countered.

As we talked about the project status and reviewed other items, Ken filled
me in and we started to close the business side of the discussion.  Ken was
putting the project binders and documents back into his briefcase.  Ken's
phone rang and after the second ring he looked at the screen and then at
me.  "Do you mind if I take this call?"  He asked.

I smiled and shrugged.  "Not a problem.  Go ahead."  I responded.

Ken answered the phone.  "Hi son."  Ken said as he answered the call.

I could hear a voice on the other end of the line, but not any real detail.
Not that I was paying attention to the call really, but when you are in the
same room as someone making or taking a phone call you do sometimes hear at
least their side of the call.  I tried to just focus on my email.  I do
respect people for asking permission before they interrupt any type of
meeting by just taking a phone call, but I also respect a guy or gal for
that matter that does make a priority out of interacting with their family.
No, not that they have to drop everything just to pander to or answer every
little thing, but when they do make it a true priority to stay connected in
this heavily disruptive world I have more respect for them as a person.
Take it from one massive workaholic, make time for the really important
things.

What actually piqued my interest was that Ken was talking to his son, who
apparently was a wrestler at the local area high school.  As I tuned into
the call, sorry for the eavesdropping.  "Yes Sam, I am planning on being
there tonight.  The day is shaping up really well, so I don't see any
problems.  It is a home meet after all and we are wrapping up here now."
He said.

I could hear a voice on the other end of the call make additional comments.
"Okay, let your mom know I will pick that up.  Love you, son.  Bye."  Ken
added and then the call ended.

He looked at me.  "My son, Sam, was checking up on me, to make sure I was
going to get to the wrestling meet tonight.  It is his first varsity one,
he won a challenge match for his weight class and so tonight he will
represent his school at the one hundred thirty-two pound weight class.  He
and his buddy Greg will wrestle on the varsity squad together for the first
time this year.  Something the two of them have been trying to manage for
some time."  He said to me proudly.

As soon as the name Greg was out of his mouth, my heart skipped a beat or
two and I looked at Ken.  He looked back at me with a questioning look on
his face.  "What's wrong Gary, you look a bit confused?"  He asked.

I managed to contain myself and shook my head as I shrugged my shoulders.
"Huh, um, what do you mean?"  I asked.

Ken shook his head and smiled.  "Nothing, you probably did not hear
everything I said.  I was going on about how my son was checking up on me
and all and I must have interrupted your thoughts our something."  He
clarified.

I smiled and shook my head.  "No, not really, but I must have only clued in
to part of your comments.  Sorry about that.  You were saying something
about your son wrestling.  Seems like you are fairly proud of the boy."  I
said.

He nodded.  "Yes, we are at that.  He has worked hard this season and being
a freshman on the varsity squad is such a big deal.  He wanted to make sure
I was able to make the meet tonight."  He stated.

I nodded in agreement.  "Glad to hear of his success.  I wrestled in high
school.  I haven't seen a match in so many years.  Hopefully your son does
well tonight."  I stated.

Ken nodded and smiled more, kind of puffed up his chest a bit.  "Well, at
least you probably understand the sport and the hard work and all involved.
Some of the guys I know and most of the other student's mothers don't
really know much about the sport."  He said and then asked.  "Hey Gary, if
you are not busy tonight do you want to join us at the meet?"

I looked at my watch and thought about it for a few seconds.  "Is tonight's
meet over at the high school here?  What time?"  I asked.

Ken looked at his watch and then thought about my question searching for
some answers.  "Yes, our high school here in town.  As to the starting
time, if you want to see the JV squad in action as well we need to be over
there at six p.m., which gives us just over an hour and a half or so."  He
stated.

I really wanted to go because this event meant that my Greg would be there
tonight as well.  I pondered for a second what the probability was that the
Greg he mentioned was one and the same Greg with whom I am in love.  "I
really don't want to impose on a family thing though."  I said
apologetically.

Ken laughed.  "No problem Gary, any fan of the sport is welcome.  Tell you
what, let's grab a bite to eat and then you and I will meet my wife over
there at the school and we will take in the JV and Varsity meets.  We can
root for the team and show them the sport is worthy of its fan base."  He
reassured me.

I nodded in acceptance.  "Okay, if you are sure, I appreciate the
invitation and accept.  However, dinner is on me."  I said.

Ken chuckled and nodded.  "It's a deal.  Let me call Joan and let her know
to meet us there and not expect me for dinner."  He stated and then reached
for his phone.

Ken dialed his wife and she answered.  "Hi Honey."  He said and I could
hear a woman's voice on the other end greeting him.  "I wanted to let you
know that the project manager, Gary Stratford, and I are going to grab a
bite to eat and then the two of us will join you at the high school to
watch the wrestling meet.  We will be there early enough to watch the JV
boys as well as catch Sam and the rest of the Varsity squad."  He said and
she must have confirmed the plan.  He said goodbye and ended the call.

---

Ken and I drove to a small cafe down the street from the job site.  We
grabbed some dinner and reviewed the project in some further detail.  While
eating and after we had basically reviewed the status and expectations for
the current project we chatted more about life in general.

Ken was very proud of Sam's accomplishments and most especially the fact he
had earned a varsity spot in a weight class that was fairly competitive.
At the 132 lb weight class there could be several older and or more
experienced boys.  Unlike the 100 - 120 lb weight classes where there were
fewer older boys.

Of course there could be more than one Greg at the school and on the
wrestling team, so I did not press Ken for any clarification.  I did
however, ask about his son Sam.  "How long has Sam been wrestling?  Did you
wrestle in high school?"  I asked.

Ken shook his head.  "No, I didn't wrestle in high school or at any time,
but Sam has been wrestling since he was about ten years old, club
wrestling, middle school and now in high school.  He had to sit out during
seventh grade because of a weird injury.  He broke his right arm and left
wrist in a bicycle accident.  That was a weird several months, as he had a
difficult time eating, using the bathroom, bathing and such.  It was like
when he was a baby, no diapers, but having to help him wipe his butt and
stuff, sure embarrassed him a bit, but he was trooper through it all."  He
clarified, probably with more detail than Sam would have wanted me to know
though.

I nodded.  "It is nice to know he has supportive parents, in life and on
the wrestling mat.  That makes a big difference."  I noted.

Ken nodded and smiled.  "Yes, it has taken a while though.  My wife Joan
has a difficult time watching the matches."  Ken stated and chuckled.

I nodded.  "Yes, lots of parents find it difficult to watch their boy get
basically beat up or tossed around for sport.  Although they don't seem to
mind the roughness of football."  I responded.

Ken agreed.  "Yes, Sam participates in both.  He is, um, was on the
freshman football squad and plays various positions.  Football season is
done with.  He is not as fast as his buddy Greg, but boy can he tackle."
He proudly stated.

Ken looked at his watch and suggested we head over to the high school so he
could introduce me to his boy.  I signaled the waitress and snatched the
check before Ken could get his hands on it.  "Like I said before, I will
take care of this."  I stated.

I paid the bill and we headed outside.  I followed Ken and parked next to
him in the school parking lot.  We went inside and found Joan, Ken's wife,
waiting for us.  Ken introduced us and he paid for the tickets to get
inside.  We selected a spot up towards the top of the center section of the
bleachers.  Ken's middle children, a set of 10 year old twin girls and his
youngest, a 5 year old boy, liked to play up near the top and this kept
them from bothering the folks in the lower set of seats.  Fine with me as I
don't mind children who want to play because they get bored easy, so if
they can find something that can entertain them they tend to be more
pleasant.

Joan turned toward me after she got the children situated.  "Gary, were you
a wrestler or do you have kids who wrestle?"  She asked.

"I was a four year high school varsity wrestler, never a state contender,
but with better than a sixty percent match win to loss record.  I competed
in some pretty competitive tournaments in Germany while we lived overseas.
I don't have any children, so for me it is the love of the sport and
perhaps reliving my glory days through a talented athlete."  I responded
laughingly.

"Were your parents in the military?"  Ken asked.

I shook my head.  "No, but my dad had a job with BASF in Trostberg,
Germany.  We moved there when I was starting high school."  I replied.

Joan smiled and nodded.  "Sounds like an interesting childhood."  She said
and then added.  "I cringe sometimes when Sam is being put in some of those
awful holds and Ken has to remind me the ref and the coaches will keep him
safe, but sometimes I just want to run down there and save my boy."  She
confided.

I chuckled.  "Bravo for you.  Not a problem if Mama bear wants to protect
her cub.  My mom had a difficult time letting me wrestle.  She told me a
while ago that there were times when she could not watch what was going on
down on the mat because she thought for sure I was being murdered or torn
apart."  I said.

Joan looked at ken and sort of slugged him in the arm.  "See, I told you I
was a normal mom."  She said to Ken.

He rolled his eyes.  "Yes, you are."  He responded.

The three of us laughed.  Some boys started wandering around, dressed in
their warm ups which signaled that at least weigh-ins were done and the JV
should be starting soon.  The balance of the team, both the JV and the
Varsity squads of both teams started to filter in out of the locker rooms.
I had to control myself as I knew I would soon see Greg again and he may be
the very same boy that Ken's son Sam was friends with and such.  As I
scanned the room, I tried not to look too over anxious.

A very handsome lad started making his way up the stairs and I noticed that
Joan started to smile more and she waved to him.  He finished his climb up
to us and of course his first question was about food.  "Hey mom, what did
you bring me for dinner?"  He asked as he closed in on our spot.

Ken was the first to admonish him.  "Great to see you too, son."  He said.

Sam turned towards his dad and rolled his eyes in typical teenager fashion.
He sighed.  "Yeah, I wasn't ignoring you dad."  He responded and then
leaned in to hug his dad.

Ken laughed as he hugged his son and patted his back.  "Got it, sure.
Those priorities.  Food first, talk later."  He chided.

Sam sighed a bit and apologized.  "Sorry.  Very hungry, need sustenance."
He sort of grunted.

Joan held out some peanut butter and banana tortilla wraps, but would not
give them to him at first.  She nodded at me and then looked at her son.
"Sam, you at least have time to say hello to our guest this evening."  She
admonished.

The eyeballs rolled back and his shoulders slouched.  I laughed and Ken
playfully swatted the boy on his butt.  "Don't be rude, son.  This will
only take a few moments and you won't starve in the interim."  He
admonished then introduced us.  "This is Mr. Stratford, the project manager
of one of the major projects I am working on and he is a fan of wrestling,
former wrestler himself.  Gary, this is our oldest, our son Sam."  He
finished.

Sam stuck out his hand and shook mine.  "Hi."  He said.

"Nice to meet you Sam.  Firm grip you have.  Good luck tonight."  I
responded.

Joan released the packages of food to Sam and he slumped onto the bleachers
in front of his dad.  I looked out at the various bodies and my heart
skipped a beat.  I smiled slightly as I caught site of my boyfriend, the
handsome Greg.  He ambled up to the stands and started climbing up a few
steps.  I noted he was actually heading towards the place where his parents
were sitting.

It was all I could do to not run down the stairs and scoop him up into my
arms.  I wanted to spirit him away, even just for a kiss or some other
level of physical touch that would once again bond him to me.  I would like
to think he noticed me as well, I was not sure and when he waved I had to
force myself from waving back so as to not draw too much awkward attention
and I was saved by Sam as he returned the wave to Greg who immediately
stopped waving and turned to his parents.

I was sure he had spotted me, which he did confirm later.  Greg was greeted
by his parents and after a few minutes of socializing with them he grabbed
his food and actually started up the stairs towards us.  He wisely took up
position next to Sam and turned to Sam's folks and greeted them.  Again I
was itching to just wrap my arms around him.

He stood there in front of Sam's dad who took the opportunity to
'introduce' us.  "Greg, this is Mr. Stratford.  He is the project manager I
am working with on a few projects.  I invited him to come watch Sam and you
compete tonight."  He said.

Greg smiled at me and I nearly melted.  I smiled back and he stuck out his
hand and I greedily grasped his in both of mine as I shook it.  "Nice to
meet you."  He said.

Greg was turned slightly sideways so Ken could not see his eye as he winked
at me and smiled.  "Nice to meet you as well.  Good luck tonight.  I will
root for both you guys as well as the whole team for sure."  I responded.

I did not want to let go of his hand, but knew I needed to or draw
unnecessary attention.  Of course pulling him into my arms and kissing him
would have gotten me arrested.  He clued in and squeezed my hand a couple
of times as he smiled at me.  "Thanks Mr. Stratford.  It is always nice to
know I have some fans cheering me on."  He said and blushed a bit.

He sat down next to Sam and they kind of did some shoulder checks and such
as they ate.  Greg did lean back a bit against my leg and I enjoyed the
feeling of his warmth.  Oh, so close, but still not close enough.  The boys
ate while we adults kibitzed a bit more and I had to struggle to pay
attention to my hosts.  Ken and Joan certainly had a nice family and all.
They had a great bunch of kids, cute and well mannered and their son Sam
was very handsome, he was a bit older than Greg as he was already 15.
While I did notice that Sam was handsome and despite the baggy warm up
suit, appeared more stout and muscular than Greg, I realized that while I
was acknowledging him as a good looking boy and all there was no attraction
felt on my part.

Don't get me wrong, were the situation to present itself, Sam would be a
fine catch.  However, I really had only eyes for and my heart belonged to
Greg.  It felt good to know and acknowledge inwardly, to my inner core,
that Greg was the focus of my adoration and love.  Sort of a self-test, but
one I know I passed with flying colors.

I felt a poke at my shoulder and realized Ken was trying to get my
attention.  "Still on the job?"  He asked.

I shook my head and chuckled.  "No, this whole atmosphere."  I mentioned
gesturing at the entire gym filling with people then continued.  "I was
sort of reminiscing.  You know, those long ago days when I donned that
'gladiatoresque' uniform and faced an opponent, hoping he was of lesser
skill than I, but in most cases equally or better matched.  Putting forth
my strongest effort and gritting it out until I dragged myself off the
mat."  I stated.

Ken clapped me on the back.  "I know what you mean, during the football
games, I can picture myself there running next to Sam as a teammate.
Wishing I had done more, taken it more serious so that I could have helped
get the team to a state championship or something."  He commented.  He then
laughed and added as he rubbed his knee.  "I even played in college, but a
skiing accident ended that era of competition."  He quipped.

I nodded.  "Too bad."  Then I commented further.  "These boys need to be
applauded even more though because when you are wrestling, sure there is a
team score, but in the end it is you alone on that mat facing off against
an equally prepared opponent."

Ken nodded and clapped a hand onto Sam's shoulder.  "Yes, the true warriors
of our day."  He said.

Both Sam and Greg chuckled at that and Sam turned sideways.  He smiled up
at his dad.  "Oh yeah.  By the way dad, I am sure either of us young
warriors could get the better of you out on that mat, but we would hate to
break your old man brittle bones."  He said in a mock challenge sort of
way, you know young bull versus old bull.

Greg and Sam guffawed at that and Ken clapped me on the back.  He tossed
the gauntlet back in their direction.  "Now hold on son, before you get
yourself into a position where the two of us, Gary and I, need to make you
eat those words, we may be old, but we are not brittle.  Besides
Mr. Stratford wrestled before and as I recall he is still in fairly decent
shape having served in the Army and all.  Take a look at him."  Ken touted
and waved at me then continued.  "I don't think he is very brittle."

Sam smiled at me and Greg did so as well.  I puffed up my chest and flexed
my arms a bit as I popped my knuckles and such.  You know, in an attempt to
intimidate them a bit.  With typical teen boy gusto, Sam then chucked Greg
under the bus a bit. "Okay dad, maybe so.  Greg will go first to wear
Mr. Stratford out and then I will tag in."  He said and the two boys broke
out laughing.

Greg smiled at me and turned the other way around so that his back was to
Sam and his family and said as he tapped me on the knee.  "I am willing to
give it a try.  I think I can take you."  He cajoled and winked again as he
smiled saucily.

I nearly choked on my tongue.  "One thing for sure, Greg is it?"  I started
and paused.  He nodded and I touched his shoulder.  "You certainly have a
lot of self confidence.  You might just be able to get the better of me."
I said.

Oh how I wanted to run down the stairs and spirit Greg away with me to a
locked room where I could fuck him soundly.  My cock lurched in my pants.
I definitely could not stand up now without sporting a tented front in my
pants.  However, yes I was horny and seeing Greg really got me further down
that road, I was really excited just to see him and feel that energy that
rushes between us when we touch.  He makes me feel giddy.

One of the coaches started waving at the boys to get their attention.  The
start of the meet was near and the JV boys were coming down out of the
stands, the Varsity squad started moving out of the stands as well to
congregate behind the JV squad.  The announcer greeted everyone and
introduced the referee and the opposing teams.  The announcer asked
everyone to stand for the pledge of allegiance and after that he then
introduced the first match.

Greg's high school had 7 JV wrestlers competing on that day.  The JV squad
didn't fare too well, but only two of them lost by a pin.  Two of the other
wrestlers won their matches, but the remaining three lost on point count.
As the JV squad wrapped things up the Varsity came back out and started
their warm up.  I watched Greg work with one or two of the others on his
team and alternately perved on the view as well as checked in and out of
the various conversations with Ken and Joan.

When I wrestled in high school the varsity lineup wrestled in ascending
weight class order, lightest to the heaviest.  Over time this has morphed
into an attempt to balance out the 'pressure' on the boys to perform so
they now start at a weight class determined by the referee on the night of
the meet.  This way the same weight class is not always trying to or being
forced to wrestle last all of the time.  I guess that makes sense in
someone's mamby pamby, everyone has to feel good, line of thought.
Tonight, according to Ken the starting weight class was 145 lbs.  That
meant Sam would wrestle next to last, with Greg wrestling before him with
another wrestler between them.

The lights were dimmed and the center spotlight came on.  This was a decent
way to highlight the match and focus on the two wrestlers.  The two teams
were fairly evenly matched, but Sam and Greg's teammates were performing
rather well.  Almost an hour after the start their team was ahead on team
points by 2 points (21 to 19) as Greg was getting ready to take the mat.

He secured his head gear and ambled up to the scorer's table to check in.
Even from up in the stands I was able to catch a good look at his cute buns
and that boy bulge.  I swallowed hard as he adjusted himself there in front
of the scorer's table, almost absentmindedly as a lot of wrestlers do
because of the tightness of the singlet and such.  Oh how I wished I could
have had a close up view of that adjustment.  He turned and jogged onto the
mat, his singlet accentuating the very sexy body of my boyfriend Greg.  It
made me take further notice of how broad his shoulders were and how
muscular he was.  He bent over to fasten the ankle wrap (used to signify
the Green vs Red wrestler - to match the referee's wrist bands for scoring
purposes) and I briefly thought it was really for my benefit as his butt
was pointed in my direction more or less.

Greg stood up, jumped about a bit and the referee signaled for he and his
opponent to shake hands.  Seconds later the whistle blew and the contest
began.  Greg's opponent was a tad bit faster and was up quickly 2 - 0
scoring the first takedown.  For the next minute they grappled, Greg
fighting to escape and not be rolled to his back and his opponent wrenching
on an arm, scooping an ankle, slamming Greg flat onto the mat, over and
over Greg struggled to get free.  Greg put on some extra effort and with a
surge of strength looked like he was about to escape, but the direction of
travel and momentum carried he and his opponent out of bounds.  No escape
and as the referee blew the whistle stopping the action the coaches jumped
up querying as to why their wrestler (my Greg) had not been awarded the
escape.

Greg was visibly upset, controlled, but with a frustrated scowl.  He stood
near the center of the mat and nodded in my direction, still with a scowl
on his face, his heaving chest slowly returning to normal motion as he
caught his breath.  As the referee dismissed the coaches and their request
for the escape point, Greg adjusted himself again and this time I am sure
it was purely a show for me.  Although everyone else in the stands could
also see the action as well, not a weird or uncommon action by male
wrestlers.  Boys will be boys and one of their toys is always at hand.

Since he was not awarded the escape, Greg had to start from the bottom
position (those of you familiar with wrestling know what that means, the
rest of you get your minds in the game and out of the gutter - although I
have enjoyed the times Greg has started on the bottom for me).  Greg
received a caution due to a false start, but then found himself again flat
on the mat.  Each time he either attempted to stand up or tripod up his
opponent was quick enough and strong enough to flatten him out again.  The
time ran out and the end of round one was signaled.

The referee tossed his decision coin (colored disk to determine position
choice) and Greg won the choice, he turned to his coaches and they signaled
for a deferral and Greg relayed that to the referee.  Based on Greg's
stance and facial expression I guessed he was concerned the other wrestler
would choose the top position, but instead chose the neutral position,
which was relayed by his coaches.  I guessed this was due to the fact
Greg's opponent had a difficult time rolling Greg from the controlling top
position and was planning on another quick takedown to get back in the
groove.

The wrestlers took up position again, neutral stance facing each other.  I
was not stunned, but slightly surprised Greg's opponent attempted the exact
same setup and lunge for a takedown as he had at the very beginning.  I
guess he was hoping Greg was a habitual wrestler and less likely to modify
his response.  He was wrong.  Greg moved sideways just quick enough that
his opponent could not cinch in and was forced away from Greg leaving his
entire left side wide open, Greg lowered his stance and went in for the
single leg takedown and modified it into a fireman's carry.  He succeeded
in firmly grasping his opponent and fluidly cinched in that half nelson as
he dumped his opponent onto the mat and walked him quickly over onto his
back.  Greg applied strong steady pressure, up off his knees, a little high
yet still perpendicular to his opponent's chest and that was enough as he
arched into his opponent to get the pin.

The referee slapped the mat and blew his whistle ending the match.  Greg
was happy.  His adoring fans, me chief among them, were on their feet
cheering and clapping.  He smiled broadly as his hand was raised signaling
the win.  After shaking his opponent's hand, hugging him and then jogging
over to shake the hands of the opposing team's coaches, he went back to his
team's set of chairs to receive more accolades and such.  He began his cool
down exercises as the team sent out the 126 pound wrestler.

This young man (126 pounder), according to Ken was a hot head and wild
card.  He had some talent, but was a sore loser and ungracious winner.  He
took the mat and I am not sure what he was thinking.  He was taken to the
mat rather quickly and apparently harder than he wanted to be and must have
been embarrassed because he quickly elbowed his opponent rather forcefully,
drawing blood and a technical foul.  Not only was he down now 0 - 3, he had
drawn the ire of his coaches, the opposing coaches, the referee, most of
the folks in the stands and of course from his opponent.  Personally I am
always amazed that athletes like him are allowed to continue competing.
When I was in high school if we had pulled a stunt like that our coach
would have pulled us and if we were lucky enough to remain on the team we
would have had some punishment (extra exercise for sure, maybe even a thump
upside the head) and probably not been able to suit up or sit on the
varsity team for a match or two.

After the injury time was stopped, the blood flow stanched, the match
resumed and kudos to the opposing team wrestler, instead of getting mad he
got even.  He again quickly took Greg's teammate to the mat soundly and
then made equally quick work of rolling him to his back and pinning him.
This did not assuage Greg's teammate's anger at all.  Not only did he cost
the team the 6 points for the loss by pin, but he also earned a team
technical foul by cussing at the referee as he was leaving the mat and
being told to calm down.

Now only one point separated the two teams.  Greg's team was winning 27 to
26.  Sam was coming to the mat.  He was obviously nervous, but seemed to
calm down as he faced his opponent.  I could hear his teammates audibly
supporting him and especially Greg shouting encouragement to him.  "I can't
decide if I want to watch or not."  Exclaimed Joan.

Sam proved he earned his spot on the varsity squad very solidly.  He pinned
his guy in 20 seconds with a move similar to what Greg had done except he
slid a bit forward and off of the guys head slightly, otherwise the pin
would surely have occurred within 15 or less seconds.  Pin to win though
was what it turned out to be and he was ecstatic.  His arm was raised and
he jogged over to the opposing team's coaches to shake hands and then
jogged back to his coaches and accepted their approval and congratulations
and then waved to his parents in the stands.

I congratulated them as well.  "Fine win from a fine young wrestler.  You
should be proud.  Oh and Mama bear, I think your cub can handle himself
fairly well."  I said and cajoled Joan a bit.

She took it in stride and smiled.  "That's our boy."  Joan said proudly and
hugged Ken as I clapped him on the back.

That put Greg's team up 33 to 26 and barring some other weird technical
team foul issue the best the opposing team could hope for at this point was
to lose by one point.  If the opposing team beat the last of Greg's
teammates by a pin they would still be one point shy of winning.  Greg and
Sam earned their spots on the varsity squad well that night.

Although it was a squeaker, Greg's teammate at 138 won by 2 points near the
end of the 3rd period.  The final team score was 36 to 26.  The boys on
Greg's team were high on their win.

The boys were cleaning up the place as we adults chatted.  Sam jogged over
to where we stood.  "Hey dad, no school tomorrow remember?  Can Greg spend
the night?"  He asked.

Ken looked at Joan and shrugged.  She looked back at him and nodded with a
smile.  Ken looked over at where Greg's family was gathered and caught the
attention of Greg's dad who was chatting with Greg.  Greg must have been
having the same conversation.  He nodded and gave a thumbs up and Ken
returned the thumbs up.  "Okay Sam, looks like it's a go for the sleep
over."  Ken said to Sam who thanked him and headed back over to join Greg
who was saying good night to his folks as he and Sam rejoined in on the
clean up efforts.

I thought to myself 'would love to have a sleep over with Greg too' and
then stuck out my hand to shake Ken's and bid them all a good night.  "Ken,
it looks like you are going to have your hands full tonight.  Energized
teenage warriors celebrating a win, probably little to no sleep."  I said
as he shook my hand.  "I think I will head on out."  I finished.

Ken nodded.  "If you are interested in watching these guys wrestle
throughout the season I will email a schedule to you.  We can meet up and
cheer them on together."  He offered.

I nodded.  "That sounds like a worthy plan."  I said as I gladly accepted
the invitation.

I turned and headed towards the major exit.  I exited through the main
doors at the front of the school into the crisp fresh night air.  My phone
chirped indicating a message had just come in.  I smiled as I fished it out
of my pocket and glanced around prior to accessing it.  Sure enough, it was
from Greg.  I licked my lips and smiled in anticipation.

'Tx 4 coming tonight.  sry i could not spend more time with u.'  Greg
messaged.

Before I could reply another message came in.

'please get a room or go to the cabin tonight, please, please.  i will
explain n msg l8tr.'  Again from Greg.

I quickly sent a reply: 'why?'

Greg was insistent: 'i have a plan please say u will stay local tonight
please xxoo a local hotel is best, not sure i could find the cabin on my
own'

That piqued my interest.  I was stunned, a bit concerned and extremely
excited about the prospect of possibly spending some time with Greg
physically.

I replied: 'okay, just checking, but wouldn't the cabin be more comfortable
and less chance of being disturbed?'  I decided to see what kind of a visit
he had planned.

I resumed my journey to the truck.  I climbed inside my truck and started
it, let it warm for a few minutes and put it into gear and was just about
to pull out of the parking spot when another text message came in on my
phone.  I pushed in the clutch, stopped the truck and took it out of gear.
I grabbed my phone.

'we have worked it out, plan to pick us up in an hour near where kauppila
lane is close to the cushman trail.'  He requested.  I was familiar with
the area and all, but that 'us' business had me puzzled.

I fired off a message in response: 'um us???  u bringing a guest or 2'

Quick response: 'lol um just sam, xplain l8tr really gotta go'

I sighed heavily and stared at the phone.  I was not sure about this
situation.  Being discovered with two underage boys in my truck late at
night would be difficult to explain.  'Howdy officer, me - what am I doing
you ask?  Oh just trolling for teen boys.  Seen any around?' was a
conversation I was not willing to have.

I left the parking lot and drove to the spot I thought was the area Greg
mentioned in his text and there was a turnout and parking space there where
the Cushman Powerline trail came close to the road for easy access.  It
would not be unusual for a vehicle to be parked there and then for people
to come from the trail to the road and vice versa.  I then drove in search
of some coffee and a snack of sorts.

The hour seemed to drag on, but soon the time frame expired and I was
sitting there in my truck when I saw two bicycle headlights working their
way along the trail and then heading towards the little parking area.
Moment of truth was what I thought just as my phone chirped.

'is that ur truck?' From Greg.

Briefly I thought about scaring the bejeesus out of them, but hey I was
anxious to see Greg even if he was accompanied by Sam.  'yes, is that u n
sam on the bikes?'  I responded.

'k we will put our bikes in the bed and hop in the cab in just a sec' Greg
responded.

The bike lights went out and the two teens wheeled them up to the truck and
hefted them inside the bed.  The passenger side door opened and Greg
climbed up inside, pushed the center console arm rest up and out of the way
to settle in beside me while Sam climbed in and closed the door.  The cab
lights went out and we sort of sat there in the darkness for a second.
Greg rubbed my leg.  I wanted to kiss Greg, but was not sure with the
witness and all.

It was Sam who spoke first.  "Come on you two, get it over with will you.
Mr. Stratford, I know Greg is about to burst wanting to kiss you and all.
I hate being the third wheel, but go ahead, let your boyfriend know you are
glad to see him."  He said rather bluntly yet no hint of sarcasm, hate or
condescension in his voice.

Greg nearly leapt into my lap as he grabbed my head in his hands and
smashed his lips against mine.  I kissed him back extremely passionately,
Greg sucked on my tongue and finally with a slurp ended the kiss and sat
back.  "Missed you so much."  He said.

I nodded breathlessly.  "Me too, but what is going on?"  I asked.

"Patience, please.  Let's start heading towards that cabin and we will fill
you in on the details of tonight."  Greg admonished and suggested.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Greg urged my hand towards the gear shift.
"The evening is moving along too quickly, it will be tomorrow way too soon
sexy and I don't want to waste it sitting in your truck here in the dark."
He urged me into action.  "Oh, by the way, I think formal introductions are
required."  Greg stated and formally introduced me to Sam.  "Gary, this is
my friend Sam.  Sam this is my boyfriend Gary."  He stated.

I nodded.  It started dawning on me.  This was the same Sam Greg had
mentioned and talked about when we first met at the fair.  "Hi Sam."  I
greeted.

"Howdy there Gary."  Sam responded.

I briefly looked at Greg.  "Is this the same Sam you told me about when we
first met?"  I asked.

Greg nodded.  "Uh huh.  The very same Sam."  He affirmed.  Which drew a
chuckle from Greg and a snicker from Sam.

"Geez, he knows about what we did at the fair and elsewhere?"  Sam asked.

I was more than confused and a bit concerned.  It was obvious to me that
Greg had shared some details of our relationship with his buddy Sam.  The
more people who knew about us the more problematic it could get.

As we drove on I decided to get more details.  "Um, Greg.  How much have
you shared with Sam?"  I said with a slightly nervous tone in my voice.

Again Sam seemed to sense something and spoke first.  "Don't worry
Mr. Stratford, I won't be telling anyone about the two of you being
boyfriends and such.  I am the last person to, um, well worry about.  I
have my share of secrets.  Besides, Greg here is totally bonkers in love
with you and I love him too much to mess things up and break his heart."
Sam stated.

I swallowed and sighed a bit.  "Well then.  Um by the way Sam, you can call
me Gary."

Greg snuggled up to me.  "Gary, I am sorry I surprised you like this."

I was still a bit confused.  "Greg, are the three of us going to the cabin
and um, where do your parents think the two of you are tonight?"  I asked.

Greg leaned against my shoulder.  I enjoyed feeling him there and briefly
thought about driving to Canada or Mexico to spirit him away with me.  I
sighed.

"Gary, I think you were there when Sam asked his parents if I could spend
the night.  Well that is when it all started.  Sam asked his parents and I
asked mine and they confirmed with each other.  After seeing you in the
stands I kind of blurted out to Sam that I wished I could spend the night
with you and that not being able to say hi to you as my boyfriend was
frustrating."  Greg started.

"Sam came up with the second part of our plan.  You see, well, um..."  Greg
was trying to add more and then Sam jumped in.

"Oh hell Greg, just tell him I thought he was freaking hot already."  Sam
stated.

I nearly ran off the road.  "Beg your pardon?"  I asked and swallowed.

The two of them laughed and snickered mightily.

"So we thought it would be a nice surprise if we double teamed you
tonight."  Sam said rather bluntly.

Again, I was not prepared for that and was curious as to what prompted this
situation.  "Um, Greg.  Are you really okay with this plan?"  I asked as
sincerely as possible.

**** Yeah, you must thinking, sure don't lie, you want to bang as many boys
as possible.  Honestly I had resigned myself to having only Greg in my life
and was fine with that.  In fact, I was even planning on abstaining from
any sexual interaction with Brad due to my acceptance of the relationship
with and commitment to Greg.

Greg hugged my arm and then squeezed my knee a couple of times as he
snuggled up closer.  "Yeah, I think it would fun."  He said and then added
in a concerned tone.  "Unless you are bothered by it.  I um, guess, I um,
didn't consider the possibility that you would not find Sam attractive or
something."  He added which drew a shoulder punch from Sam.

"Hey, I..."  Sam started and I quickly interjected with a chuckle.  "Hold
on Sam, Greg is right.  You are welcome to join us if you are willing to do
so, hot stuff."  I commented.

I am sure this can of worms would be very interesting.  I needed to make
sure the three of us knew where we stood with respect to boundaries and
all.  "However I need the both of you, Sam and Greg, to understand I love
Greg and respect his judgment here as well as the request, but if it is
going to cause any problem between the two of you then we can end the
evening now and I will take you both back to the trail head."  I stated
firmly.

"Naw, no problem Gary.  Greg isn't my type, we are just friends with
bennies, but come to think of it, since he hooked up with you the bennies
have dried up."  Sam replied.

"Is that so?"  I asked as I chuckled.

"Yes sexy, I told Sam I was seeing someone and that until everything was
worked out he and I would be friends and no bennies."  Greg answered.

"See, I told you he was bonkers in love with you.  He has given up all of
this for you."  Sam said as he gestured to himself.

I laughed and Greg slugged Sam in the arm.  "Is that so?  I hope Greg
doesn't regret the choice."  I said and received my own shot in the arm
from Greg and Sam just guffawed loudly.

"Now, tell me where your parents think you are."  I stated as I pulled off
the main road onto the siding road that led up the cabin's driveway.

"Sam has many, um, contacts and one of them owed him a no questions asked
favor and well our parents now think we are over at that boy's house."
Greg stated.

I was still a bit concerned.  However, I realized I loved Greg enough to
endure just about anything.  If he felt strongly enough about seeing me and
being with me then I was not going to rain on his parade.  As much as I
enjoyed the thought of two hot and horny teenage boys in my bed for a night
of raw sex, I was still a bit wary about having Sam there.  No, not that I
had a bad feeling, I just wanted to make sure there would not be any issues
between them.

I pulled up in front of the cabin and shut off the truck.  "Okay, we are
here at the cabin.  Um, what is the plan?"  I asked.

Both Greg and Sam giggled and then in synch announced.  "Sex with you!"

I laughed.  "Okay, fair enough.  Are you both sure about this and is it
what both of you want?"  I asked.

"We can either go inside and get busy or we can talk out here.  I for one
want to get inside and into bed and or the shower with you and then into
bed."  Greg announced.

"I agree with that plan."  Sam chimed in.

I opened the door and they piled out the passenger side.  As we climbed the
stairs I looked at my watch.  "I know it is late in the evening, but what
time are you guys expected back?"  I asked as I was unlocking the door.

"Gary, chill dude.  We are golden all the way until two or three tomorrow
afternoon.  My buddy Brandon has already cleared the way, called my folks
and let them know we would be at laser tag most of the day for his birthday
party which won't wrap up until at least two in the afternoon."  Sam said.

Smooth operator this boy Sam.  I wonder what other 'secrets' he has.
"Okay, what happens if someone calls the laser tag place?"  I asked.

I opened the door and disarmed the alarm.  I let the boys in and closed
then locked the door again.

"Gary, seriously nothing will fall back on you.  We will take
responsibility for our actions and by the way Brandon is having a party
tomorrow and we are on the guest list, but he is covering for us and does
not know or care where we are and he has been compensated for it, well will
be compensated for it."  Greg said and looked at Sam who blushed red.

I raised my eyebrows.  "What did it cost you Sam?"  I asked.

He rolled his eyes.  "Look Gary, Greg is really important to me and I want
him to be happy.  You being with him is making him happy.  Me, um, well
maybe I am a bit slutty and um, well, Brandon loves getting his cock sucked
and every now and then he gets to tap this here muscular ass of mine."  Sam
said and slapped his ass.

"Oh, is that so?  Wow."  I said.

Sam chuckled.  "Hey, don't sweat it.  Besides, I suck cock better than
Brandon's girlfriend and she is none the wiser that Brandon has me to
handle that for him when she can't or won't and besides you and Greg and
Brandon, no one knows and that works for Brandon.  Oh and I swallow which
is more than I can say for Alisha, Brandon's girl."  He stated.

"Sam, I don't want to sound unappreciative, but you shouldn't be trading
your body for favors.  It never ends well..."  I attempted to say, but Sam
held up his hand.

"Geez dude, like I said, let it go, accept the gift.  Besides, enjoy the
fact that two hotties really want to hop in the sack with you.  Me and
lover boy here are itching to get you off.  I can handle myself and have
been for a while."  He stated bluntly.

I thought to myself 'How the fuck does someone get to be so, um cock sure
and confident as this boy?' which only made me shake my head.  "How much do
I get to have of the two of you?"  I asked.

Greg smiled.  "Gary, you have all of me.  As for Sam, if he joins in it's
up to him what he is willing to do."  He said.

Sam smiled.  "If it is all the same to you girls, I only have one request.
I get to suck Greg's cock and taste at least one load from him.  Everything
else is up to the two of you and what you want me to do.  Consider me yours
to use."  He offered.

I considered the bravado Sam displayed.  He reminded me of the young man I
met that time in Germany when Brad took me to that brothel.  Everyone
thought I was in there with one of the ladies.  Oh, she was there and all
and willingly participated to what level we let her, but the focus for me
was the barely 18 year old guy Brad had arranged to secretly be there as
well, he was a gift from Brad and supposedly would have done anything I had
wanted, but I was still a bit inexperienced and vanilla like so I sucked
and fucked him, but nothing really out there.  That was another time a
friend, this one a friend of mine - Brad, paid the way and took care of all
of the extra favors to make sure my secret was safe and that I had a good
time.  In that case, Brad let the madam and one of her girls ride his extra
large schlong, 'grossen schwanz' as the German gals called it.  I guess
they got theirs, I got mine and Brad put up with all of us.  Sam seemed to
be a much younger version of Brad.

I nodded.  "Fair enough.  Sam, you seem to be a great friend to Greg."  I
said.

Greg smiled.  "Yes, he is my best buddy.  However, I love you."  He said
and pointed at me.

I turned up the heat a bit to chase the chill away from the place.  The
boys dropped their bags near the couch and Greg came closer to me and we
kissed.  "What's in your shirt pocket?"  Greg asked.

I chuckled.  I licked my lips.  "Um, well.  I have something for you."  I
stated, paused and decided now is as good a time as any.  "I have been
thinking about you and us in general."  I continued pointing back and forth
between Greg and myself.  "Greg, I really don't know what the future will
bring, what will happen tomorrow, next month or next year.  What I do know
is I want you to be part of whatever the future holds and despite what you
two have cooked up for this moment and this night, I am willing to abstain
from any sexual interaction with anyone else besides you.  In fact, even if
you were to say no to any more sex with me, as long as we are together, I
could survive.  Wouldn't like it, but would honor it, for you."  I stated.

I realized Greg stood there a bit shocked and a little misty eyed.  "Oh,
okay.  Um, what are you asking me?"  Greg questioned me as he looked a bit
confused.

I knelt down slowly and Greg looked at me and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Sam sort of lightened the mood.  "Oh geez, ladies, please."  He snarked.

Greg shot him a bit of a glare.  "Hush, let my man continue.  No more
comments from the peanut gallery."  Greg stated.

I pulled the box out of my pocket.  I opened it and looked at the shiny
metal ring.  I licked my lips again and then took a deep breath.  "Greg, I
never knew I could feel this way about anyone ever again until I met you.
I realize given your age and more specifically the difference in our ages
there will be a lot of hurdles to overcome.  I know I am asking a lot, but
if you were of age to make the commitment would you marry me?  Could you
see yourself spending the rest of your future with me?"  I asked.  Yeah I
said it all corny and such, just like that unrehearsed.

I turned the box to show him the ring and I pulled it out of its velvet
lined container.  I held it up to Greg who had both hands pressed over his
mouth and both eyes closed, but tears rolling freely.  Sam stood close and
was rolling his eyes, but was at least smiling.

Greg finally wiped the tears from his eyes.  He took a deep breath.  He
closed his eyes and took another deeper breath.  "I am not sure what to say
as this is really new to me.  I um, love you very much.  I guess the
question is really, will you put up with me?  I am sure you must know I
probably have the most growing to do, no not just physically but you know
with life and all."  Greg stated.

"Greg, I do not think there is anything you could do that I have not
witnessed, done or had to deal with that I could not handle.  If it is
freaking you out too much, you can still have the ring, I will still have
as much sex with you when we can, but you don't have to give me an answer
tonight."  I offered.

Greg bit his lip.  "Gary, if you are serious, then I am willing to work
towards that end.  To be there for you and with you as long as we can be
together, for the rest of my life.  Are you sure about this?  Cause my
answer is yes."  He finally stated.

"I realize there will be a bunch of issues we need to address and such
while we wait for the time to come when we can make it official.  You asked
me once if you were a throw away for me, I honestly did not know for sure
then, but I do know now.  NO, you are not a throw away.  You are who I
believe I have been needing and missing in my life."  I said and he pulled
me up and we hugged and kissed.  We broke our embrace, Greg studied the
ring a bit.

He chuckled.  "Is that a wrestler and a football player?"  He asked and I
nodded.  He looked at the inscription "I Love Scones" He smiled and nodded.
I helped him slide it on his finger and we kissed again.

I realized Sam was no longer in the room.  I was about to call out for him
when he came back into the room from the kitchen, with three beers.  He
handed one to each of us and then said.  "Cheers.  Now lets get fucking and
sucking.  I am horny."  He said.

We clinked bottles and chugged our beers.  I led the boys into the master
bedroom.

***** End - Part 9 - Together After the Fair - Winners Circle

'...Love knows no limits, but ardently transcends all bounds. Love feels no
burden, takes no account of toil, attempts things beyond its strength; love
sees nothing as impossible, for it feels able to achieve all things. Love
therefore does great things; it is strange and effective; while he who
lacks love faints and fails.'  'Thomas à Kempis, The Inner Life'

Okay, put your eyeballs back in their normal position.  Quit obsessing with
the arguments in your brain that suggest or flat out state this could never
happen.  After all, Greg is what 14?  Sure he is 14 and what can he know or
believe?

Consider this sampling:

	** Joan of Arc was 13 or so when she began her powerful and
influential journey.

	** Between the ages of 5 and 17 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had
composed several musical works of note as well as being an accomplished
musician.

	** Let's not forget Malala Yousafzai who at a tender age of 11 was
enough of a force that evil terrorists felt she needed to be silenced so
she was shot in the head and neck - did not die and has become a world wide
success story for perseverance and human rights.

	** How about Jacob Barnett who is one of the most promising
researchers in the world and achieved that status prior to turning 16.

My point is we tend to underestimate, especially in today's 'modern world',
our youth's capacity for informed decisions.  Greg certainly is mature
enough to make certain decisions despite what others or even his parents
think.  Sam, oh boy, Sam is one of those people who I never imagined
meeting.  Thinking about it more on a different level, as I alluded to in
the posting above, I bet my buddy Brad was just like Sam when he was his
age.

We are mortal creatures bound by strong desires, emotions and hormones.  We
can also be considered the most judgmental of creatures.  The lives of
others is not ours to discern or critique, something most of us fail to
acknowledge as is evidenced by the laws we create and tolerate in order to
attempt to control others or bend them to our will.  No, I am not an
anarchist.

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