Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2019 22:23:16 -0600
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Brent's Struggle 07

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the
author and no copying or posting to any other website is permitted without
the author's written consent.

Please help keep Nifty going by making a donation to the awesome service.
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

I hope you enjoy this next chapter of Brent's Struggle. I'm looking forward
to hearing your comments. Please send them to me at keith.96@att.net.

Brent's Struggle
Chapter 7

Brent tried to find a way to get out of the work out appointments with
Darren but Richard would have none of that. When Brent tried to cancel
Richard promptly put a stop to that plan. So Brent began spending time with
Darren after school at the club working out. Richard had worked it all out
with Mark and Darren. Brent could ride to the club with Darren and do his
work out. By the time the two boys were done, Richard and mark would be off
work and having a drink in the lounge. Richard could then take Brent home.

Richard was keeping Brent on a tight schedule. Other than school, going to
the club to work out with Darren and Brent's appointments with Dr. Wilson
there was not room for anything else.

"Your Dad says you are doing better," Dr. Wilson told Brent.

"I guess," Brent said shrugging.

"He seems to think you are making better decisions," she prompted.

"I'm spending time with him at the club," Brent said.

"That is good," she said. "You should have a healthy relationship with your
father. I know that is one of the things Devyn wanted to hinder."

"What?" Brent said.

"Brent you know this," she said. "He did not want you to have healthy
relationships. He manipulated you. He made you dependant on him. It is what
he does. He preyed on your weakness."

Brent tried to tune her out when she got on this tirade of how bad Devyn
was. She made him sound like the devil in carnet. She made him sound like a
predator. He wanted to tell her how kind Devyn was. He wanted to defend
Devyn but he knew it would only cause him more problems. He couldn't stand
up for Devyn then and he couldn't do it now.

Brent would rather spend time with Darren that go to his appointments with
Dr. Wilson. He would rather do anything but spend his hour listening to her
berate him. He always felt worse after the appointments. He felt sick to
his stomach almost every day.

After a couple weeks of work outs, Brent decided that Darren definitely had
a career as a physical trainer. He knew how to push Brent to his limits.

It is hard to believe how fast this school year is flying by," Darren said
as he and Brent were finishing up their work out.

"I guess," Brent commented. For Brent, it felt like the year was
dragging. Without Devyn at school, time seemed to be moving at a snail's
pace. His weekends even sucked. Because of his work outs with Darren and
Richard's intervention, Brent had not been able to hook up with the guy at
the theater.

"Let's see how you have done these past few weeks," Darren said. "Flex them
for me."  They were standing at their lockers after just finishing their
showers. Brent had pulled on his underwear but had not pulled on the rest
of his close. Darren likewise was only in his boxer briefs and they did not
hide any of his attributes'.

"Come on," Darren encourage let me see them."  Brent lifted his arms and
flexed his biceps. He felt the heat of Darren's hand as the other boy
traced the hard muscles of Brent's arms.  "Nice," Darren said. "I
definitely see some improvement. Now let me see your chest.  Brent flexed
for the older boy and felt a surge as Darren's hand touched his bare
chest. He felt the fingers sliding over his smooth skin. He felt them
exploring each of his pectoral muscles.

"You have definitely improved," Darren said.

"No where near as hard as you," Brent said relaxing.

Darren flexed then. "you are getting there," he said as he flex one arm and
then the other. "Go on and feel them," he said watching Brent watch him.

Brent knew by now that he had to or Darren wouldn't let it drop. Darren
definitely liked showing off his hard body.  Brent felt first one bicep and
then the other. His fingers then moved to Darren's chest. He felt the hard
muscles and then down over the guy's six pack abs.

"What the hell," a man said seeing that Brent was touching Darren. Brent
quickly pulled his hand away and could feel his face blushing. "What kind
of fucking fags are you."

"Fuck you," Darren said spinning around and facing the man. "There are no
fags here. If you don't watch it, I'll knock your teeth down your throat."
Darren had moved and was right in the man's face. Darren might be a few
inches shorter but he was as muscular as a young bull.

"Watch it kid," the man said.

"You fucking watch it," Darren said. Darren stepped closer invading the
man's space and getting right into his face.  His muscles were popping out
with his anger.  "No one calls us fags. I'll kick your fucking ass right
out of this room if you ever do it again." Darren then slammed the man
back. His two hands were holding tight to the man's shirt. "Do you
understand?" Darren met the man's gaze not looking away as he pressed the
man back against the wall.

"Yeah," the man said.  Darren glared for another minute before releasing
the man. He then stalked back over to his locker. "Fucking butt wipe,"
Darren said as he reached Brent.

Brent had finished pulling on his clothes. He watched as Darren pulled on
his pants and shrugged into his shirt. "I've never seen you like that."

"It pisses me off," Darren said. "Fucking old fart doesn't even know how to
tell a fag from an athlete."

"I'm sorry I..." Brent began but got cut off by Darren.

"You don't need to be sorry," Darren said putting his hand on Brent's
shoulder and squeezing. "It is that jack ass that needs to tell both of us
he's sorry for being stupid. Can you believe he thought that we were fags?
Like either of us would be caught with that."

"Right," Brent said.

Luckily for Brent, Darren did not say anything to Richard or Mark about the
comments the man made in the locker room. If Richard knew that Brent had
been touching Darren or had been touched the man would flip out like he had
before.

"It is great to see how close you and Darren have become," Richard said on
the drive home.

"He's cool," Brent said. The guy was alright in Brent's book although he
was a little worried about how Darren had reacted when called a fag. Brent
understood that Darren was another guy that did not have any acceptance for
anyone that is gay.

"He is the right kind of boy for you to be friends with," Richard
said. "I'm glad the two of you hit it off and are spending so much time
together."

"What is it about Darren you like so much," Brent asked.

"He's a good kid," Richard said glancing at his son. "He's got his act
together. He gets good grades, he plays sports and he comes from the right
kind of family."

"Um, you know," Brent began. "Between school, and spending time at the club
with Darren, um, maybe we could cut back on my appointments with
Dr. Wilson. I mean I need time to study. It is either cut out some of the
appointments or cut back on my time working out."

"Why would you need to do that?" Richard asked.

Brent could tell from the tone of his father's voice that Richard did not
like the direction the conversation was going. "Um, I might need to spend a
little more time, um on school work."

"You can do both," Richard said. "Your grades will be fine. You have time
to study after your work outs with Darren."

"Um, but Dad," Brent began.

"Don't start trying to get out of this," Richard said. "It is better for
you to be around a normal kid like Darren. Plus Dr. Wilson says you still
need intensive treatment to prevent a relapse. I will not allow you to make
the same bad decisions. If Dr. Wilson says you show improvement then we can
talk about cutting back on your appointments."

"But my grades," Brent began.

"Some things are more important," Richard said and the tone indicated that
the discussion was over.

"Sure," Brent relented. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with
Richard.

Brent continued to move thru the motions. He went to school and suffered
thru his classes. He worked out after school with Darren and then rode home
with Richard. Richard seemed to be warming back up to Brent. Their
relationship was not as strained as it was. Brent knew he could probably
think Darren for that. It was the benefit Brent got from working out with
the older boy.

"I won't be able to work out tomorrow," Darren told Brent on Friday.  They
had been hitting the gym every Saturday afternoon. It had been preventing
Brent from getting back to the theater to see if the ticket guy was still
there. Maybe now he could be able to go and see if the guy was still
there. "Um, what came up?"

"I have a date," Darren said grinning.

"Cool man," Brent said. "Someone from school?"

"Yeah," Darren said. "Jenny."

Brent knew exactly who Jenny was. She was the hottest girl in school and
the lead cheerleader. She had every guy drooling after her. "She is so
hot," Brent said honestly.

"I know," Darren said. "I am so lucky that her and that jerk Austin split
up. It gave me a shot."

"That is cool man," Brent said.

"You should go ahead and work out," Darren said.

"Um maybe," Brent said even though he knew he would not be working
out. "But it might be good to have a Saturday off."

"It is up to you buddy," Darren said.

"I'll see," Brent said.

"You are definitely filling out," Darren said checking out Brent's bare
chest and arms as they were dressing after their showers.

"Um thanks," Brent said.

"We need to work on these abs a little more," Darren said placing his hand
against Brent's taught belly. "With some work you could get a six pack like
mine.

"Um, I doubt mine would pop out like yours," Brent said indicating Darren's
six pack abs.

Darren smiled at the compliment. Brent had learned soon in their friendship
how to stroke Darren's ego. The guy liked the compliments about his
muscular body. It was definitely one hot and sexy body. It was no wonder
the guy had a date with the hottest girl in school.

"We will work on them next week," Darren said. "We will hit the Abs and
legs both. If we get you looking good Jenny might be able to fix you up
with one of her friends. We could start double dating."

"That would be cool," Brent said.  The two finished dressing and then went
to the lounge to find their fathers watching the news and drinking.

"How was the work out?" Richard asked.

"Great," Darren said quickly. "Brent is a great partner and it is really
starting to show."

"It is?" Richard said looking at his son. He could not see any change in
Brent. He still looked just as skinny as he had when the two boys had
started their rigorous workout routine.

"Oh it is," Darren said. "You can't tell right now but it definitely shows
in the locker-room. I can definitely see the change."

"Darren's a great trainer," Brent interjected. "He definitely pushes me."

"That's my boy," Mark said.

They talked a while longer while the two men finished their drinks. Then
they went their separate ways.

"You and Darren seem to be getting really close," Richard said as he drove
them home.

"He's a good guy," Brent said.

"Maybe you two should spend a little less time working out," Richard said.

Brent looked at his father in the dim light coming from the dash. "I
thought you wanted us spending time together," Brent said not understanding
his father's change.

"He just seems like he might be a little too into working out," Richard
said. "Maybe you should spend some time with your Mom."

"What?" Brent asked surprised. His dad had been pushing him to hang out
with Darren as much as he could. "I thought Darren was the kind of kid you
wanted me to be friends with. I thought he was going to be a good role
model for me?"

"He seems to be, um, maybe a little too interested in working out," Richard
said keeping his eyes on the road. "I think maybe you need to cut back on
the gym time."

Brent was confused by Richard's change. He did not understand how the man
could go from pushing him to spend time with Darren to now wanting him to
stop spending time with the guy.

"Dad I don't," Brent started.

"I just don't want you to repeat past mistakes," Richard said. "I don't
want you to become too attached to one friend. You should be meeting
girls. I thought Darren might introduce you to some of his friends but that
doesn't seem to be happening."

Brent started to understand. His Dad was starting to worry that he and
Darren might be getting to close. "Dad we are talking about going on double
dates. Darren is actually going out with Jenny tomorrow night. It's going
to be their first date. She is like the hottest girl in school."

"Oh really," Richard said his voice showing his relief.

"Yeah," Brent said.

"That is good son," Richard said.

Brent telling Richard about Daren's date seemed to put Richard back at
ease. He did not even give Brent any trouble when he asked if he could go
meet friends and see a movie. It was hard to believe that his dad just
thinking that Brent was going to be dating a girl would put the guy at
ease.

Brent walked thru the cool night air to the theater. He was hopeful but
knew there was little chance that the ticket guy would be there. It had
been weeks since they had their first meeting. It had been weeks since they
had talked and made a connection. The guy might have the night off. He
might not be working there any longer. Hell he could have picked up another
guy and have a new boyfriend.  All of that raced thru Brent's mind as he
walked. He hoped that guy was there. He hoped that maybe they would still
have a connection. He hoped but was not confident that he would have a shot
with the guy even if he was there.

It took Brent a minute to scan the theater. His heart dropped when he had
scanned thru the faces and did not find the attractive guy. He half wanted
to just leave and go back home, but he did not want to sit at home. Plus
how would he explain to his parents that he was back so soon. He had told
them he was meeting friends at the theater.  Brent waited around for a
little while but the guy never showed up. He considered watching a movie
but he did not really feel like sitting in the theater alone. He knew he
had missed his shot with the ticket guy. He had been forced by his Dad to
go to the club and to hang out with Darren. "Once again Dad is cost me a
friend," Brent thought as he headed towards the exit. Because of his Dad he
had lost Devyn. His Dad had forced him to give up Cody and now this other
guy was lost to Brent.

He walked thru the park to pass the time. He did not want to go back
home. Although his relationship with his Dad was better it was still tense
at home. If he could spend time away from that stress, he would rather. He
did not want to feel the tension that still filled the house. He did not
want to be glared at by his father.

Devyn and I use to walk thru here," he thought as he walked. He could still
remember the feeling of having his best friend right there by his side. He
could still remember the thrill in his stomach when Devyn would lightly
touch him. He would glance around to make sure no one was watching and then
briefly they would hold hands or touch either on the arm or shoulder.

Once they had kissed right there by the slide. It had been dark and in the
shadows they were both sure no one could see them. They had stopped there
looking up at the night stars. Devyn was leaning against the ladder. He
looked so dam sexy with his head looking up at the stars and his lean body
resting against the steps. Brent moved closer to him. He put his hands on
either side of Devyn's body leaning forward resting his weight on his
hands. Devyn looked sown and in the dim light they should just see each
other. Brent moved his face closer and their lips met. Brent could still
remember the taste of those warm lips. He could still remember the heat of
Devyn's hand on the back of his neck as they kissed.  "Why does it have to
be so hard?" Brent asked himself. "Why couldn't we just be together? It
felt so right when we were together." Brent missed the other boy. He missed
their talks. He missed the presence and the warmth Devyn gave him. "He gave
me so much and I didn't even know it."

He slipped into the house just before his curfew. He knew his parents were
still awake. "How was the movie?" his mom asked.

"Um, it was alright," Brent said. "Um, the one I really wanted to see was,
um sold out. Maybe I'll try again next weekend."

"I hope you had fun," she said and stepping closer to Brent she brushed his
blonde hair back and kissed his cheek. "I made some cookies. They're in the
kitchen if you want a snack."

"Um, thanks Mom," Brent said.

Linda started up the stairs. "I love you honey," she said pausing at the
landing.

"I, um, love you to Mom," Brent said. "Um, I think I will have a couple
cookies."

"Good," she said and smiled. She watched him walking into the kitchen. She
had seen the sorrow in her son's blue eyes. She had seen the sadness in his
lips. She wanted to do something to bring back the happy boy. He had been
there briefly on their vacation. He had been there when he was friends with
Devyn. She stopped again at the top of the stairs. She looked at the light
in the kitchen. She took a deep breath before going down the hall to her
and Richard's room.

For the next week Brent went thru the motions. He went to school. He came
home and tried to study. He went to the club with Darren and worked
out. Darren even noticed that Brent seemed down.

"Is everything alright?" Darren asked Brent on Friday. "You haven't seemed
like yourself all week."

"Um, just tired," Brent answered. It was true. He had not been sleeping
well. Since his walk in the park, he had been dreaming of Devyn. He never
clearly remembered the dream except that Devyn had been in trouble and it
had been Brent's fault. He would wake up in a cold sweat with his heart
racing.

"Well, you get tomorrow off to rest up," Darren said. "Jenny and I are
going out again."

"That's great man," Brent said. He was happy for Darren. The guy seemed
really happy now that he was dating jenny.

Other than Darren, Brent had not made any new friends at school. He and
Darren had different classes and a different lunch schedule so they did not
see each other except at the end of the day when they were going to the
club to workout.

Brent tried to be friends with Tracy but she would not give him the time of
day. She was definitely wrapped up in her new boyfriend and wanted nothing
to do with Brent. Sue said that she was even pulling away from her as a
friend.

Brent and Sue would sometimes eat lunch together. He enjoyed spending time
with Sue. She was definitely a loyal friend. Most of the time they ended up
talking about Devyn. It kept his memories of his friend clear in his
head. Devyn apparently made a lasting impression on Sue as well.

"I'm going to end up just going to his house and confronting his parents,"
Sue told Brent.

"Um, I, um, wouldn't do that," Brent said. "His Dad is, um, well an ass."

"I need to know how he is doing," she said.

Brent could hear the concern in her voice. "I'll see what I can find out."
He really had no idea how he would find out anything. He was sure that
neither of Devyn's parents would talk to him. He just did not want Sue
going over there and finding out something about Brent and Devyn's true
relationship.

"Thanks," she said squeezing his hand. "I better get to class.

"Later," Brent said watching her leave.

The appointments with Dr,. Wilson seemed to come around all too soon. They
were mostly the same asking him the same questions week after week. He was
sick of them. He was sick of her.  "How is school?" Dr. Wilson asked him
during their next appointment.

"Um, fine," Brent said shrugging.

"How are your sexual fantasies," she asked.

Brent's head popped up. He wasn't sure he had heard her correctly. "What?"

"What kind of things do you fantasize about?" she asked. "I mean when you
masturbate."

Brent felt his face burn. He couldn't believe she was asking him this. "Um,
I don't..."

"Oh all boy's your age masturbate," she said. "It is perfectly normal."
Leaning forward she squeezed his knee. "Lots of boys fantasize about
celebrities while masturbating. For some boys it is a girl at school. Maybe
a cheerleader? One boy even told me that he thinks of me while
masturbating." Her voice sounded satisfied with that last one.

"I, u, don't know," Brent said shrugging his shoulders.

"When did you last masturbate?" she asked.

"Um, I, um don't know," Brent said. He honestly couldn't remember. He
couldn't remember when he had last even had an erection. He didn't think it
had been since he was with Cody.

"most boys your age would be masturbating daily," she said. "maybe even
multiple times a day."

"Um, sure," Brent said as she seemed to be waiting for a response. Brent
could remember masturbating a few times a day but that was back when he and
Devyn were friends. That was back when they had just started understanding
their desire for the other person. He could remember thinking about Devyn
and stroking his teenage erection. He could remember pretending it was
Devyn's hand on his cock and that the cock in his hand was Devyn. He could
remember all too well the vivid fantasies he had.

"You should begin masturbating," she said. "If you have trouble, let me
know. We may need to send you to a specialist."

"Um sure," Brent said.  He had never been as relieve to have an appointment
over with as he had been for this one. He did not like all of the focus on
his jerking off. He really wondered why he hadn't since he had gotten home.

Brent tried that night but found that he wasn't able to maintain his
erection. He was a little worried. He had never had a problem before. When
he was with Devyn he had been popping a boner all the time. When he had
been around Cody, he had not had a problem with getting an erection. He had
definitely blown his load when he and Cody had spent that night
together. Brent realized that although he had felt a strong attraction to
Darren he had never become aroused with the other boy. Oh he had felt some
stirrings in his teenage equipment the first few times they were together
in the locker room but nothing in weeks. "Is there something wrong with
me?" he wondered. He knew one thing he was not going to mention anything to
Dr. Wilson.

Brent did not feel right at school. He always felt there was something
missing there. He missed Devyn. They had been in several classes together
and had been together outside of class. He felt out of place without
Devyn. He sometimes forgot to turn in his homework and he wasn't able to
concentrate on his classes. He knew his grades were slipping a little but
he just could not bring himself to care.

He didn't feel right at home either. He always felt like he was being
watched. It seemed like that one of his parents would always being watching
him for sme sort of reaction. His mom seemed concerned when he saw her
watching him. His dad on the other hand seemed stressed and worried. Brent
knew if his dad knew the truth their relationship would not survive.

Since Darren had a date Brent found himself going back to the theater. He
decided to actually watch a movie this time. He needed something to
distract himself. He needed something to take his mind off of how screwed
up he was.

Brent's heart jumped as he saw the attractive guy working behind the ticket
counter. He was both excited and nervous at seeing the guy again.

"Hey," he greeted Brent. His smile was warm and genuine. "It is good to see
you back."

"Yeah," Brent said "anything new playing?"

"Yes," he said. "There is one I have been wanting to see. "you want to go
save me a seat?"

"Um, sure," Brent said. He felt a little warm inside.

"By the way my name is Alex," he said as he was handing Brent the ticket.

"Hi," Brent said and smiled. "I'm Brent."

"See you in a few," he said smiling.

Brent went and found them seats near where they had been sitting for the
other movie. It did not take long after the opening credits were finished
for Alex to drop down in the seat next to Brent. "I brought the popcorn and
a drink," he said. He then reached lower and squeezed Brent's hand.

"Thanks," Brent said and smiled at the boy in the dark theater. "you, um,
won't get in trouble for being here will you?"

"No," Alex said. "I have someone covering for me out there and this is one
of the benefits of the job. The boss doesn't mind as long as the place
isn't crazy busy."

"Cool," Brent said. He couldn't believe how good he was feeling. There was
something being around Alex. It was similar to how he felt with Cody and
Devyn. He felt a connection to these guys and he did not fully understand
it. He just wanted to enjoy it.

They whispered softly during the movie. "It is lame," Alex said after it
was half over.

"Yeah," Brent agreed. For Brent it didn't matter how bad the movie was. He
just enjoyed seeing it with Alex.

"You want to go somewhere else?" Alex asked.

"Sure," Brent said. He followed Alex out and into the cool night air.

They walked around talking. Alex was a freshman at the community
college. "I haven't figured out what I want to do yet," he told Brent.

"I'm still in high school," Brent said.

"I thought you might be," Alex said. "You're like fifteen?"

"Um, no," Brent said. "I'm Almost 16."

"Wow," Alex said. "You look younger. I thought fifteen was pushing it."

"it's my blonde hair," Brent said it always makes me look younger than I
am."

"Well," Alex said "It definitely makes you look cute."

"Um, thanks," Brent said.

They walked and talked for hours. For Brent it was like being with an old
friend. Their friendship developed quickly just the way it had with Devyn
and Cody. Brent could feel a part of himself relaxing. He could feel the
strain of hiding leaving him and it was being replaced with
something. Brent felt like he could spend the whole night talking to
Alex. It was so similar to Cody and Devyn. Even Alex's hair and eyes were
similar but it was more than just the physical characteristics. He was also
warm and caring. It came across in how he walked, talked and touched Brent.

Brent hated to bring the night to an end but he knew that it was late and
he would need to get home soon.  "I, um, had better get going home," Brent
said.

"Sure," Alex said. "Um see you next weekend?"

"Sure," Brent said.

"Do you know what time it is?" his Dad asked as soon as Brent came thru the
door.

"Um sorry," Brent said. "I, um, went out after the movie."

"With who?" his dad asked glaring at Brent.

"Um, just some friends," Brent said. "Um you know kids."

"Was Darren one of those kids?" Richard asked.

"Um, no," Brent said. He considered lying to his dad but was afraid it
might come out if Richard talked to Darren or Mark. "He was on a date
tonight."

"I do not want you out this late again," Richard said. "I also want to know
who are with from now on."

"Dad," Brent said. "I'm not a little kid. I can..."

"You will listen to me," Richard said. "You have to be home by 11PM on the
weekend.

"Fine," Brent said and stomped up the stairs.

Copyright 2019 by Keith Yates (keith.96@att.net) all rights reserved.

"Men who look upon themselves born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow
insolent; from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by
importance; and the world they act in differs so materially from the world
at large, that they have but little opportunity of knowing its true
interests, and when they succeed to the government are frequently the most
ignorant and unfit of any throughout the dominions." ~ Thomas Paine