Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 22:39:23 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Compassion Pt.1 This story covers three generations of the same family. There are huge amounts of love floating round this one, also, some tragic events. Sex, yes, but mainly at the beginning of the story, not an awful lot, a little more towards the end. This is the first story I have published that is unfinished on my computer, but it is so close with no reason not to complete so you have the first chapter of what will be final 22 or 23. I have pics of some of my characters if you would like to see them. For raunchy, try my section in nifty Prolific Net Authors. COMPASSION Chapter 1 John and Sheila Hancock kept making odd faces, looking at each other across the breakfast table. The reason for this state of affairs was their son, Jack. It was the end of the summer and Jack was getting geared up for a return to school. The enthusiasm he was showing floored his parents who were used to a whining individual for at least a week before any new semester started. There were still two days to go but everything Jack needed for the first day was already laid out ready. All the books he had read during the summer were packed, ready to return to the school library, all his holiday assignments were complete and neatly stowed in plastic folders, and a brand new set of clothes were set aside in his closet, including new trainers. The reason for Jack's enthusiasm was that during the summer break he had shot up 4 inches. At last he would be able to match his class mates in size. Working on the ranch had helped fill out the body to match the spurt in height so that he knew he would be one of the fittest and best buffed guys in his year. At sixteen these things were important to him. Of course the height change had meant a complete new wardrobe of clothes. John's curiosity got the better of him eventually and while they were riding the fences that day he asked his son. "I'll be a junior this semester Dad and I know I'm going to match my peers in size at last. None of them appear to have shot up like me over the summer, I'll not be the midget this year that's for sure." John laughed. Jack had always been just that little bit smaller than most of his class mates and had taken a load of good natured grief over it. Now, with the extra inches, all balanced with a fine set of muscles it would be a brave man that called him midget this year. What John didn't know was that among the books Jack had read during the summer was one about gay awareness. The content had really opened Jack's eyes to the plight of this minority group of males and females. It had also set his mind going on his own sexuality. Girls had never worried him one way or the other. Boys hadn't either. Sure he had jacked off with a couple of close friends, what boys didn't? But, he had not found boys any sexier than his thoughts about girls. Now however he was thinking more seriously about his attitude. Living on a ranch he had seen the mating habits of the animals and knew that humans did the same thing. The only one that caused him concern was the dogs. Male dogs fucked each other and he wondered if they got the same thrill as they did when they mated with a bitch, and therefore did gay guys do the same thing. If so, surely it hurt. An anus was a hell of a lot smaller than a vagina. His computer solved that query. Without having anything more than academic interest he had garnered some knowledge on gay sex. Interesting, but no more than that. At last the big day arrived and Dad drove him to the end of the drive to pick up the school bus. That state of affairs wouldn't last long. As soon as he had his driver's permit there was a brand new Jeep in the garage waiting for him. Being so far from the town and schools, Jack was picked up first allowing him to take command of the back seat as befit his exalted position as a junior. Tom, and Brad his two best friends were next on, both being the sons of ranchers, like Jack. Jack stood up to greet them as they walked down the aisle. "Wow Jack, your old man must have kept a good quantity of cow dung in your boots this holiday, you look awesome, Dude." Jack almost glowed with pleasure at that comment. Tom was the yardstick by which he would judge his size and the comparison was very favourable. "Huh, I've just been mister nice guy for the last few years letting you guys think you were kings of the hill. Well, the kings are dead, long live the King." With that, Jack flexed his muscles and all three boys landed on the back seat in a giggling heap. `Ah, life was going to be good this year', Jack thought. Homeroom threw up no surprises. There were a couple of new boys but otherwise it was all his old friends and class mates from the last school year. Last period was the first chance Jack had to show off his new body. Phys. Ed. And the coach had them in teams almost straight away for varied games. "Ok, Jack, you captain the skins, Rowdy, you captain the shirts, now pick your teams." In time honoured fashion they took turns. Towards the end it was just the two new boys and Darren remaining. Jack looked at Darren and remembered that he had started to take stick about being a faggot. He was small and really quite cute, so he had to be a faggot according to the idiots. Rowdy chose one of the new boys and Jack chose the other. "Ok faggot, I guess you're on my team." Jack blanched at that form of address and it left him thinking that this was unfair. He worried about it the whole lesson and realised at the end that he had tried to protect Darren whenever he could even though they were on opposing teams. The changing room afterwards showed Jack that Rowdy was going to be the bully this year. As soon as they were all stripping for showers he started. "Hey, faggot, you can wait until all the men have finished, we don't want you scoping us out while we shower." "That's enough Rowdy, faggot is a horrible word, and you don't even know if he is. Darren, you shower with the rest of us." Darren's look said all there was to say as he moved close to Jack. Gratitude, relief, perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad if there was someone to stand up for him against the bullies. "Ah, isn't that nice, our new big man wants to look after the little pussy boy. I suppose you'll be getting blowjobs in payment." Generally not violent Jack only just managed to stop himself hitting Rowdy. "I'll treat that comment with the contempt it deserves Rowdy because I know you were born stupid and will probably die stupid." Rowdy blushed, he knew his academics were likely to get him pushed back a year if he didn't improve, but that just served to make him angrier, and he lunged at Jack. Jack read the signal early enough to have gone for a drink before he had to react. He sidestepped Rowdy's punch which did a wonderful job of denting a locker door behind Jack and breaking a couple of bones in his hand. Coach heard the ruckus and entered the locker room in time to stop it getting out of hand. Rowdy was taken to the hospital and the rest of the class went for their showers. Nobody else made a comment about Darren. All dressed and on their way to the bus Darren walked with Jack. "Thanks Jack, I don't think I could take another year of bullying. I nearly didn't come back for this semester." Jack looked down at this little guy that he had barely noticed during the years they had been in the same class. "No problem Little Man, you just stay close to me, we'll sort out the Neanderthals." Darren laughed. "Thanks Jack, they are aren't they? But why are you protecting me this year?" Jack blushed. "I've done a little reading about minorities and how they are persecuted even in this country. Gay men and women are predominant in case studies. I realised I didn't like it. I don't know if you are gay and I don't care. You are small and cute and if you are gay then I have two reasons to protect you." Darren couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why did Jack use that terminology, straight boys didn't use cute to describe another guy did they, and gay wasn't used when faggot was so much more insulting and demeaning? Dare he tell Jack that yes, he was gay? No, perhaps he would see how things went, no point in inviting trouble. Jack was troubled in his mind by the time he reached home. Dad was waiting for him at the end of the drive as always and on the drive back to the house he questioned his father. "Dad, what do you think of gay guys?" John looked hard at his son before returning his eyes to the road. "That's an odd question Son, what brought that on?" "A cute little guy in my year was being verbally bullied by a lout in my class, being called a faggot and told to stay out of the shower until all the men had left. I stepped in to protect him. I don't know if he is gay or not and I realised I don't care. He's a nice guy and shouldn't have to put up with any kind of abuse." "I agree with you Jack. I don't know any gay guys, we call guys faggots without meaning it but real ones are an alien species to me. I guess I would take them as I find them. Every man to his own is my philosophy." "Thanks Dad, I've never thought about it before either, but now that I have I've decided to keep Darren close to me this year and be his protector." "Ok, is that purely because of the bullying or are there deeper reasons?" Jack blushed. He had thought along the same lines. "I don't know Dad. I read about minority abuse during the summer and when it started today I realised I actually like the little guy. I don't know if it goes beyond that or not. The feelings I have are all so new." John was a little sad. If his son turned out to be gay he would support him, but he knew life would be harder for him. Nothing more was to be gained from continuing the conversation so he finished it on a positive note as they pulled up to the ranch house. "Just know you can come and talk to me anytime. We'll sort out any problems you have together. You're my Son, I love you and I always will." Jack squeezed his dad's arm as he climbed out of the truck. "Thanks Dad, I love you too. I promise I'll make you proud of me." John didn't say anything. He was already proud of the man his son was becoming. To have said so would have made him show emotions best kept hidden he thought. Jack discovers his true self in part 2. Comments as always, welcome.