Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 21:03:50 +0000
From: J Mas <eastcoastkid_11@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lacrosse Player (Chapter 4)

Legal:  Don't read this if it offends you, or there are laws in your area
that prohibit reading/viewing homosexually explicit material.  This story is
mostly fiction, and the likeliness of a character to a real person is
strictly coincidence.

Do not copy/reproduce without the author's permission.


CORRECTION FROM CHAP. III: "I hadn't dreamed of Brandon in a year." (My mind
was really wandering at that moment, and I accidentally messed up and put in
another name (Kelsey)  Please don't ask where it came from, because I don't
know. Sorry for the confusion.)


The Lacrosse Player


Chap. IV


	It didn't take long for my shirt to disappear, and Trev's went as quickly.
Both of us were rolling in the sand, taking places of who was on top of who,
our arms sensually moving over both our bodies.  As he moved over the top of
me, I turned him around, and put my legs inside the spread oh his, and
pushing my feet under his ankles, interlocking them.  My hands ran up and
down his smooth chest, and my face was buried in his neck, feeling his soft
hair, which was glistening in the sun.

	Slowly moving down his torso, my hands swung around his hips, and I undid
the button on his pants.  The zipper swung open and I pushed my hands under
his boxers, edging closer, feeling the soft hairs against my finger tips...

	"Shit!"  He yelled.

	"What!?" I was suddenly awoken from a beautiful reality, too impressive to
have dreamed.

	"Down the beach!"

	I looked farther down the beach.  There, rounding a rocky point, was the
Brierville track team.  "Fuck.  What the hell are they doing on a sunday
morning??"  I yelled, scrambling for my shirt.

	"Who the hell knows."  Trev said, throwing his shirt back on.

	"Hey," I said, grabbing him by the arm. "I thought you weren't worried
about beings seen."

	"I didn't think anybody would think about coming down here this early in
the morning." He said, and we took off running.

	We ran back through the playing fields, and dodged the players who were
starting their post-church games.  As we got back on the campus, we slowed
to a walk, and trotted through the courtyard, shrugging off strange looks
from those we usually sat by in church.

	"Want to continue this in your room?" Trev asked, jabbing me in the ribs.

	I looked at him. "You've never come up with a better plan."

	Taking the back way into the dorms, we climbed the stairs and crashed
through my dorm door, wrapping around each other as soon as the door had
slammed shut, and the lock slid home.  With our shoes kicked off, we slowly
inched across the floor together, his hands running through my hair, and my
own hands unbuttoning his shirt.  As soon as we reached the bed, he lowered
me down on top of him.

	Trev threw his arm around my neck and massaged my back as he whispered into
my ear. "I'm so damn relieved."

	"I now understand the whole 'sin department' thing."

	"And my feelings about my parents giving me the car?"  He asked.

	"Totally.  Dude, we need to talk.  We need to just sit down and talk about
this shit." I said, kissing him.

	"Oh yeah...finally we're on the same level, and can comprehend what one
another has been through."

	After he spoke, I sank into his arms.

	"I love you." He whispered.

	"I..."  Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, a rattling of the lock.

	I rolled off him and he sat up, hitting his head on Jacoby's bunk.  "Damn!"
he yelled.

	There was a knock at the door, another rattling of the lock, and then it
slid open.

	I threw his shirt at him and he rebuttoned it faster than anyone I've ever
seen.

	"How's my hair?"  He asked, finishing the top button.

	"It looks like you've been making out with someone for the past hour." I
replied, touching him on his cheek.

	"Good."  He said.

	The door flew open, and Jacoby stood there, backpack slung over his
shoulder.

	"Whoa...hey guys."  He said, seeming a little surprised.

	"Hey." We both replied in unison.

	"How was the cabin?"  I asked.

	"It was..." he paused. "Very nice."

	"What'd you guys do up there?"  Trev asked.

	"Uh..we played basketball a lot, tried to go swimming, sat around and
watched TV...you know, usual stuff."  He said, setting his backpack down.

	"Right, the usual stuff." Trev said, standing up. "Well, I've got to get
going, the team has got a meeting in a half hour or so.  Oh, Evan?" He
paused by the window.  "Did you want to go for a run this afternoon?"

	"Of course." I replied.

	"Good.  I'll be over after the meeting."

	"Sweet." I said, as he swiftly walked out.

	"Oh, Trev?"  Jacoby grabbed his arm. "Did you guys want to play cards with
Jack and I tonight?"

	"Where were you planning on doing this?" I asked.

	"Oh, right here."  He replied.

	"In this very room?  Well, I guess we have the space.  Sure, I'm up for
it."  I said.

	"What's your game?" Trevor asked.

	"Poker." He said.

	"Strip poker?" Trev asked casually.

	"Let's not get too excited man."  Jacoby laughed.

	"Sounds good."  Trev said, and continued his swagger out the door.

	We both listened to the sound of his room door opening, then shutting.

	"That kid is the man.  You know that?" He asked.

	"Yeah...I know that. I know it real well." I replied, falling back on the
bed.

	He climbed on top of his bed, and sprawled out on it. "You know who else is
the man....Jack."

	"I know that too."

	"Oh, but I know it better." He said.

	"And how is that?"  I asked, peeking from under his bed.

	"Just 'cause."  He replied.

	Somehow, I got a very apparent feeling that told me we were inferring the
same things in our conversation.

	After he arrived back, Jacoby went down to play basketball with some of his
friends, who had already been playing on the court for hours.  I dressed for
the run and waited in my room, thinking about the day.

	Soon, Trev came bursting into the room.

	"So, you ready for this run?" He asked, walking over to me.

	"You know it."  I said.

	He slipped his hands underneath my shirt and ran them up my chest.  I
cupped his face and kissed him a long while, our tounges writhing with one
another.

	"Ah," he said as we moved apart. "I need to get used to this."

	We started off running across the campus, heading down to the edge of the
sandy beach where we'd been this morning.

	"How long have you known?" I asked.

	"About me being gay?"

	"Yeah, that'd be it."

	"Probably since I was a freshman back at my old school.  I was having
issues in school.  All my friends had girlfriends except me, and I know
there were a ton of girls in school who wanted me.  I just couldn't find it
in my heart to grace them by wasting my time and going out with them.
Pretty soon, people were getting ideas, but I just pushed those away.  I
know they thought I was because of the girl thing, and then most likely
because I dressed as well as I did. It always pained me in the public school
system to be hanging out with friends, and hear them say 'oh look at that
fag' or 'this is so gay'.  I never understood why they'd say that.  If they
had known what it is like to be gay, I don't think they'd have ever said
anything."

	I looked at him, watching his copper skin shine as he spoke.  "Does anyone
else know?"  I asked.

	"No one.  I've been thinking of telling my parents, because I know they're
easy going enough.  I know that they'd wonder if I belonged in this school-
but I don't want to leave here.  What about you, Evan?"

	"No one knows anymore."

	"What do you mean by 'anymore'?"  He asked, as we entered a running trail
in an oak forest, surrounded by massive trees that reached far up into air.

	"I had a friend..Brandon Michaels. When I was 14, he was killed in a car
accident.  He was gay, and knew I was too.  He was the only person I could
confide in; the only person who would understand my situation because he
lived the same one.  We hung out all the time.  We knew who one another was-
right down to our morning routines.  When he died, so did the conversation
about my being gay.  From the day he died to this morning- no one ever
knew."

	"That's incredible." He said.

	"In a way.  The day after he was killed...or murdered, I should say...I
went to his house to console his family, and they motioned me upstairs.
They told me to take and to hold anything that meant value to me.  In that
room, I felt at home.  I'd spent many nights there, talking and chatting
with him.  As I wandered that room, I found a typed note on his computer,
which he had left running before he died, and no one had shut it off.  It
was a letter to his parents, and was dated August 15th.  He died on the
12th.  He planned to come out to his parents on the 15th.  I couldn't
believe it.  That letter was filled with so much damn courage.  I just sat
on his bed and cried for twenty minutes.  So, I printed out the letter for
them, and handed it to them.  I'd expect that's what he would've wanted me
to do.  It was strange though...the morning of the day he died, he told me
he didn't want to come out yet-  that it would endanger his life."

	"How did the letter go?" Trev asked.

	"I've memorized it word for word...

	"Dear Mom and Dad:

	I don't know what your reaction is going to be to this- but then again, I
don't care.  I'm gay- always have been, always will be.  This is something I
did not choose to be- it's just how God sees things to be done.  If he wants
to screw me over, fine, let him do it.  You might say, "You're too young to
know", or "You need more time to become experienced".  I don't need more
time, and I do know that I'm definitely gay.  Hopefully, You'll not think of
me any different, or treat me any way other than you've always done.  Don't
worry- I'll never gain a lisp, start cross-dressing, or strut around in 6
inch cut-off jean shorts.  I will though, represent our family like I've
always done, in school, on the soccer field, at the marina, and everywhere
else.

	Your son,
	Brandon""

	After I finished, Trev ran in silence for several minutes until he spoke
again.  "What did his parents say?"

	"As I read the letter to them, they were both crying, and hugging.  I don't
think they would've cared whether he was gay or straight.  It just didn't
matter to them."  I said.

	"Hell, I wish I could count on my parents to react that way..but I've got a
feeling they will."

	"I have no idea how mine are going to react..."

	"Well, how conservative are you parents?"

	"Not real conservative...they're business owners, so naturally, they'd stay
away from the Democratic party."

	We ran through the woods, then back around to the beach, where we ended our
5 mile run back at campus.

	As we trotted back to the dorm, we saw Jacoby leaning out the window.
"Dinner started ten minutes ago boys!" He yelled. "Meet you guys back up
here for the game."

	We both nodded and headed inside to the upper story bathroom, which
consisted of a line of showers on one wall, a line of sinks on the other,
and then in a different section, a line of stalls and urinals.  We headed in
with a new change of clothes, and hung them up on the rack near the door.
Unfortunately for us, there were several other people in the shower room,
and we had discussed the idea of taking one together, which most likely,
wouldn't have gone over real well with those around us.

	After we'd showered, we dressed and headed down to the commons, where
dinner was slowly winding down as people headed back up to their dorms.

	"You guys are late."  The cook, Mrs. Browns, yelled to us from the kitchen.

	"We were out on a run, sorry Mrs. B."  Trevor said.

	"Well....hopefully you had fun."  She replied.  "I've got some fresh stuff
here for you guys."  And with that, she slopped a section of Shepard's Pie
on each of our plates.

	As we exited the line, I felt two hands come down on my shoulders.

	"Mr. Laurent..so nice to see you here, because I didn't see you in church
this morning.  To tell you the truth, I didn't see you either Mr.
Corczynski."  Mr. McManus's massive form shadowed over us.

	"We slept in." Trevor replied.

	"Yeah, I believe that.  I saw you two running off to god knows where before
mass."

	"Are you sure it was us?"  I asked.

	"Oh yeah..I'm definitely sure." He said, peering peering through his horned
rimmed glasses which sat upon his acne scarred face.  "It was good to see
you running though," He said. "And not playing that pansy sport you're doing
now."  With that, he strutted back down the hall to his office.  My tennis
coach, Mr. Ponricci sat at the end of a cafeteria table, looking at me,
shaking his head at the scene Mr McManus had just caused.

	We sat down at the opposite end of the table than which my coach sat, and
began to eat.

	"I had a question for you, Trev."

	"What's that?"  He asked, mouth full of food.

	"Did you want to come to my parents beach house next weekend?"

	He looked up from his food and raised an eyebrow.  "Oh no man.....I've got
way too much to do." We sat looking at each other for several seconds before
we both burst out in laughter.  "Of course.  Wouldn't miss it."  He said.

	When we finished, I told him to head back upstairs and get ready for the
game.  I went to the main office to the telephone booth that was sunk into
the wall.  It was nothing more than a little cubby, and the door was solid
cherry, to offer the most privacy. I dialed my parents number and listened
to it ring, and ring.  Soon, the answering machine picked up.  "Hey mom and
dad, I was wondering if I might be able to take Trevor to the beach house up
in Maine next weekend as a time to relax from school. Give the school a call
back.  Thanks."  I took a deep breath and thought, 'They better let us go.
For both our sakes- before we explode.'

	I headed back up to my room, and found that Jacoby, Jack, and Trevor were
both sitting in chairs around a makeshift table.  As I sat down, my leg went
over Trev's leg, and he brought his other over the top of mine, running his
foot along my shin.

	"You ready?" Jack asked.

	"Of course," I replied.

	We played for a long while, betting petty change, stuff that we'd received
at the store.  It was tough concentrating, seeing as Trevor was moving his
foot farther up my leg every second.  As we moved into a heated hand, Trev
pushed his foot into my balls.  I jumped, and gave out an uncomfortable
noise.

	Jacoby shot me a strange look.  "Something wrong...?" He asked.

	"Oh no.." I replied. "Just..good cards is all."  I gave him a brief,
nervous smile.

	Suddenly, there was a rap on the door.

	"Shit...get the cards away."  Jack whispered.  We pushed the cards across
the table into one of my desk drawers, and pocketed all our change.

	Jacoby got up and opened the door, and was confronted by Mr. Milch.

	"Good evening Jacoby.." He said.

	"Uh, good evening sir.  The four of us we're just chatting about the
lacrosse game on Saturday."  Jacoby said, cracking a fake smile.

	"Of course...well...I have a message for Mr. Laurent."  He walked in and
handed me the note.  "Apparently your mom wants you to give her a call."

	"Thanks Mr. Milch...see you in class tommorow."

	"Yes...and boys? Behave." He shut the door and we listened to him walk down
the hall.

	Jacoby pressed his back to the door.  "Well if that wasn't awkward I don't
know what is."

	"No kidding."  I replied. "Sorry to cut the game short, but I've got to go
make this call before my parents get off to bed."

	"Yeah, I better come with you." Trev said. "They might want to talk about
the game yesterday."

	"Hey," I replied. "You never know."  With that, we walked off down the
hall.

	"Did I scare you at the table?" He asked, pressing his nose to my neck.

	"Yeah you did...and I'm sure you made Jacoby wonder a little bit."

	"Well, let's not worry about that." He said, giving me a little kiss on the
cheek.

	As we entered the lobby, a teacher witnessed us both trying to squeeze into
the phone booth.  "Excuse me, what are you boys doing?" She asked.

	"Uh, my parents wanted to talk to me, and to Trevor about his game on
Saturday." I said, swallowing hard.

	"Oh...ok..."  She said, and went back to sorting papers.

	We both managed to get ourselves into the booth, and with that, began the
most awkward phone call that I would ever make.



To be continued

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