Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 19:15:52 -0700 (PDT) From: ~~SHD~~ Subject: The Guys on the Swim Team - PT6 THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM PART VI Note: The following story is a complete work of fiction. No actual people are depicted in this story. No one said anything. The only sound was water slowly swirling down the drain. Finally Ethan spoke. "You're gay, Aaron?" "Yeah, man, I am. And if any of you have a problem with it, you can kiss my ass." No one said anything. They all just walked out of the shower. Like before, they seemed to dress in unison. Finally, Ethan left the showers, quietly opened his locker, and started to pull on his Abercrombie boxers. "Ethan, do you have a problem with me being gay?" "No, not at all." Aaron started to break down and cry. He sat down in the showers and sobbed, his sounds echoing off the walls. Ethan went and gently helped him up. He helped Aaron dress and then hugged him, gently. Aaron collapsed in his arms. "I can't believe I just did that," he gasped. "Hey, everyone has to do it sometime. You did just fine." "How can you say that? How can you fucking say that? There is nothing you can do...nothing anyone can do! The fucking straight world HATES gays like me." "No...no, they don't all hate gays." "YES THEY DO! I'VE SEEN THE STORIES ON THE NEWS! I'LL END UP LIKE MATTHEW SHEPARD, OR SOMETHING WORSE! I can't believe it..." and he sobbed some more, sinking back down to the shower floor. "No...no, there are plenty of safe people, and safe places, out there. I'm one of them. You can always come to me." "Thanks buddy. I feel really close to you. Too bad you aren't gay or anythin, I'd fall in love with you." Ethan weighed his response for a minute before speaking. "Yeah, I guess it is too bad. Hey, you better get dressed. I imagine Davidson's going to want to close up soon." "Yeah, I will. Thanks for the support, dude." Closing the Centre was actually the farthest thing from Davidson's mind. He was lying back in his executive chair, listing to a nice classical mixture, expertly played by a VirtuClone of Vivaldi. As his Four Seasons finished, the clone stood up, and bowed, then asked for what was to be played next. "Nothing at this time, thank you..." Davidson said listlessly. Again, the clone bowed, and slowly faded from sight. "Sir?" "What is it, Athena?" "I have processed the daily log and video files. You had a total of one unauthorized access, one authorized exemption, and two athletes remaining in status." "Details please." "02:47 pm: Athlete 220995 requested access to locker room. Access denied. Reason Code: ZXH485, workout in progress." "Validated. Next event." "04:42 pm: Athlete 395682 activated exemption. Authorization Code: DFH948." "Validated. Next event." "In status: Athletes 220995 and 859284." "Location?" "Locker Room, designation: male." "Well, I should hope so. Current physical status?" "Dressing." "En route." Ethan and Aaron both looked up as the door beeped and hissed open. Davidson walked in and observed them both. Ethan, fully dressed, had a puzzled look on his face. Aaron, bare-chested, had his shirt still folded in his locker. "What are you both still doing here?" "Ahh, we we just talking, Davidson. Is there a problem?" Ethan inquired. "No, not at all. I was just wondering." "Oh, then it's fine. We're just about done. Is that OK?" "Yeah, sure. Adios, boys." Davidson walked out of the doors. When both of the guys were done they both walked out. Detecting no one else in the locker room, Athena secured the zone and turned off the keycard reader. Approaching Aaron's car in the parking lot, they found a note anchored by a rock to the hood: You ever come near me in the locker room, you little shit, and I'll kill you. You keep your fucking cock in its homo-sheath." The note was unsigned. "THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS! I'll kill them..." Aaron hysterically shouted. He started to cry again. Suddenly, they both felt a hand on their shoulder. "What's going on, both of you?" Davidson's stern voice commanded. "Aaron found this note on his windshield, sir." Ethan volunteered. He handed the note to Davidson. Davidson read it. "You are queer, Aaron?" "Yes, sir, I am." Aaron said quietly. Nobody said anything for a second. Finally, Davidson broke the silence. "You are an excellent swimmer. You are welcome on my team. Just because you are attracted to and enjoy having sex with other boys..." "Men, sir, men...I'm not a freak...a pedophile..." "Sorry, son, MEN...doesn't mean you can't be on my team. However, this person cannot be. Let's find out who it is." They all repaired to Davidson's office. He logged into the computer and scanned the letter. "Athena, identify the author." "Commencing..." They all watched as signature files flashed across the screen. Finally, a photo matched the file. "Athlete Number 29481: Name: Petersen, Gavin." "History?" Davidson inquired. "Physical abuse, high school incident. Extreme history of violence. Refusal to participate in all exemptions. Homophobic." "Remove from team. Deactivate keycard." "Please enter confirmation code." "Sorry boys, but you have to leave for this part. If you will just step into the hall, I'll let you back in in a second." "Yes, sir." they answered in unison. From outside, they saw a holographic keycard appear in the air. As Davidson punched a digit, they rescrambled. They counted 15 digits before DELETED appeared across Gavin's profile. When the door re-opened, Davidson walked out, and shut and locked the door. The computer automatically logged out. "It's taken care of boys. When Gavin opens his locker tomorrow, he will find his speedo gone, and all of his equipment confiscated. He will be instructed to go to my office, where I will officially remove him from the team." "Thank you, sir. I can't tell you how much this means to me." Ethan said. It's important that all of you are safe, son. Go home. Don't worry about it." The next day, Aaron and Ethan walked into the locker room. They were the only ones there. Surprising, because Gavin was usually the first one there that early in the morning. Aaron was quite nervous. "I hope he has already shown up." "No, I don't think so. Remember how all of the locks tumbled back when we entered? We would have been the first ones here." Ethan logically inferred. Sure enough. The locks beeped and Gavin himself walked in. "Hey, guys, how's it hangin?" he greeted them cheerfully. They both eyed him warily as he opened his locker. They both knew what he was capable. He pulled out his speedo, and Ethan gulped. Aaron squeezed his hand. "Hold, Athlete Number 29481." A lazer sliced down from Athena's screen and cut the speedo into ribbons. "What the hell?" "Please report to Davidson's office immediately for adjudication. You are being removed from the team." Gavin whirled around to face the two boys. "YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS, DIDN'T YOU, YOU FUCKING HOMO?" He punched Aaron. He fell to the floor, blood gushing from his nose and mouth. He spit out a tooth and fell unconcious. "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" "Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it, pretty boy?" Gavin grabbed Ethan by the neck. "Bet you'd like to suck his cock, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Suck it, you little fucker." "Ain't no fuckin way." "Then I am going to make sure you never forget me." And Gavin pulled off his boxers and worked his penis up to a full erection. He positioned himself behind Ethan and grabbed his ass. Then, he plunged in. Ethan lifted his head to the ceiling and screamed as the skin rubbed against his hole, causing a sensation of pain he had never felt before in his life. Red lights began to flash in Davidson's office. "ALERT. ALERT. ALTERCATION IN MALE LOCKER ROOM." Telemetry monitors began to work furiously across the plasma monitors, tracing the heart rates of Gavin, Ethan and Aaron. Gavin's was quite calm. Ethan's was panicky. And from the looks of it, Aaron was slowly deteriorating." =============== I hope you enjoyed this story. There is definitely more to come, or cum, I should say :-) Please direct all requests, comments, suggestions, complaints, beefs, whatever to gaycyberguy75@yahoo.com. Thanks. This story is intellectual property by the author and is only authorized for viewing on the NIFTY Archive. Any downloading or republishing of this story is strictly prohibited without permission from the author.