Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 20:33:04 -0400
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: Academy in the Forest Chapter 10

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
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Let me start by apologizing for the delay in getting the last couple
chapters out. I have been busy finishing up my schooling, and have finally
completed it for now. I will have to go back for another year at some
point, but in the meantime, I should be able to get some writing done.

Also, at the end of this story, I will include a preview of my newest story
that I hope you will also enjoy. Because of the delay, here is the last
couple paragraphs from Chapter 9.

Time was nearly up, but we were able to fight our way toward the opposing
team's goal, where I found myself with the ball.  As I got close to the
goal, one of the defenders came after me. As I tried to get passed him, he
blatantly kicked me in the shin, which brought me to the ground as whistles
sounded. Looking up I saw the referee holding up a yellow card for the
other player, and I would get a penalty shot at the goal. Standing up, holy
cow did my shin hurt where he kicked me. I looked down at it, but nothing
seemed out of the ordinary so far. No doubt it was going to bruise.

Lining up to take my shot, I ran toward the ball, and kicked it for all I
was worth. I watched as the ball hit the outstretched fingers of the
goalie, but he wasn't able to stop it. Instead he deflected it into the
side of the net, scoring another goal for our team. With only about a
minute and a half left, the coach saw that I was limping a bit and had me
sit on the bench. The last minute and a half went by quickly, and the final
score was 8-5 with our team getting the important win we needed. As time
ran out, our side of the bleachers erupted in cheers. Standing up to join
the rest of my team, the pain in my leg increased, and my leg gave out on
me, dropping me to the ground, bringing a gasp from the crowd.

"Tim, what happened?" The coach asked.

"I don't know coach. The pain was a lot worse when I stood up again, then
my leg just gave out." I answered.

"Okay, just stay there, and we will get you checked out." The coach said
with some concern in his voice.

There were some EMTs on hand for the game, and they quickly came over as
the coach called them. After explaining what happened, they splinted my
leg, and helped me to their stretcher.  My dad ran over and said that they
would all meet me at the hospital. After being loaded up into the
ambulance, we were on our way to the hospital.

The EMT that was in the back of the ambulance taking care of me started an
IV and gave me some fluids. He could tell I was in pain and gave me a
medication through the IV. I'm not sure what it was, but I started feeling
sleepy and a little out of it. Only a couple of minutes later I was asleep.

Now without further ado:

The Academy in the Forest
By Chuck S
Chapter 10

I woke as the EMT's were unloading the stretcher and began wheeling me into
the emergency room. To be honest, the effects of whatever they gave me had
not completely worn off and I was still a bit groggy, but I know that I was
wheeled into a room that had several people waiting inside for our arrival.
I heard several voices going back and forth, not really understanding what
was happening. I watched the EMT's walk out of the room as the doctor
turned to face me. She appeared to be maybe in her forties, and had
shoulder length hair that was beginning to show some signs of graying. She
wore glasses that held behind them soft caring light brown eyes. She was
wearing the standard scrubs with a white coat, with a stethoscope around
her neck.

"Hello Timothy, my name is Dr. Anders," She said kindly, while extending
her hand for me to shake, which I did before she continued. "I understand
that you were kicked in the shin earlier today at a soccer match. Is that
correct?"

"Yes Doctor. It didn't seem too bad at first. Sure it hurt, but after
sitting down and getting back up, my leg just gave out on me." I answered.

"Hmm, I see," She replied with a look on her face as if she were thinking
of what to do next. She quickly examined me from head to toe, spending a
bit more time on the leg in question. She had me perform several movements
while she held my leg, and I have to admit that they did hurt. "Okay Tim, I
think we will send you over to x-ray and see what that shows us and go from
there okay?"

"Okay Doctor Anders, thanks."

It was as she turned to walk out that three concerned faces appeared in the
doorway, the faces of my Mom, Dad, and of course Scott. Seeing my parents,
the doctor caught them up on what all had happened so far, and what the
next step was before leaving the room.

"Doing okay Kiddo?" My mom asked, riffling my hair.

"I'm doing okay," I answered. "My leg does hurt though."

They all sat down while we waited for whomever to come take me to x-ray. I
swear hospitals just love making people wait around for hours. We talked
about the game, and the fact that our team would now be heading to the
state playoffs, which had everyone excited, but there was another subject I
was interested in hearing about.

"So how did court go today?" I asked, looking to Scott expectantly.

"Well, we got started right on time. We had to stand when the judge walked
in and then we could sit back down. The judge asked the state
representative from the Child Protective Services to present my case. She
told him about everything that had transpired, and about my parents. Next
he..."

At that point Scott was cut off by a knock on the door, where a young guy
about twenty appeared and said he was there to take me to x-ray. It was a
short two minute ride as he pushed my bed before we arrived in
radiology. The technician helped me move to the table to have my x-rays
taken. I had to move my leg into several positions and hold them so that an
x-ray could be taken. The whole ordeal was rather painful, moving my leg
around into positions that wouldn't have been comfortable even if I hadn't
been injured. Luckily the process didn't last too long, and I was wheeled
back into my room in the emergency room. No sooner was I back when a nurse
walked in and asked if I was in pain. I admitted to her that I was, and
that the process of getting x-rays had made it worse. She gave me some
medicine through my IV, and once again, I found myself slipping away.

I'm not sure how long it had been, but I came to sometime later. As I
opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Scott on the side of the bed next
to me, holding my hand. It may sound lame, but it was like opening my eyes
and seeing an angel, with his golden hair shining in the sunlight that was
streaming through the window. His blue eyes looking into mine, oceans of
concern. No matter what the doctor had to say about my leg, I knew it would
be all right simply because Scott was here with me.

"Hey Tim, I'm glad you are awake," Scott said softly.

"How long was I out?" I asked, having no idea what time it was now.

"Oh, somewhere between half an hour and forty-five minutes. The doctor
still hasn't been back, but the nurse has checked in a couple times." Scott
answered with a slight smile on his face. It was then that I noticed we
were alone in the room. My parents were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, where did my parents go?" I asked curiously.

"Well, from now on you will have to call them our parents, and they just
went for some coffee real quick. Actually I'm surprised they aren't back
yet." Scott answered.

"Wait a minute, that means you are adopted now?" I asked. Before he said
anything I could tell by the broad smile on his face what the answer would
be, so I sat up and hugged him tightly. "Welcome to the family!" I said
before kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"Hey! We are brothers now, so you can't do that anymore." Scott said trying
unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. His comment caused us both to
laugh, and it was as we were laughing that my parents walked back into the
room.

"Glad to see you are awake," my dad said, taking a seat on one of the
chairs in the room as he took a sip from the cup of coffee he had returned
with. "We saw the doctor in the hall on our way back, and she said she
would be in in just a minute or two."

"Okay," I said. Scott finished off his story pretty quickly from where he
had left off. The woman from Child Protective Services told the judge about
how his parents had disowned him, and that my parents were willing to adopt
him, and keep him at the private school he was currently in. The judge
asked if Scott was okay with the adoption, and spoke with him privately to
ensure he was happy with the arrangements that had been made. Of course he
was, so the judge banged his gavel, papers were signed, and voila, Scott
was now a member of the family. As he finished his story, I gave him
another hug, which my parents joined in on, making it a group hug.

"Oops, sorry to interrupt." Dr. Anders said as she walked into the room,
seeing our personal moment. We quickly separated, and prepared for the
news. "I have reviewed your x-rays Tim, and there is some good news and
some bad news. The good news is that there is not a complete fracture, the
bad news is that there is a small hairline fracture right where you were
kicked. So, let me explain what that means," She proceeded to put the x-ray
up in the room and point to where the small fracture was. "Luckily, with
this type of fracture, you won't need a cast, but you will have to take it
easy, and use crutches for about a month to give it a chance to heal. No
strenuous activity for at least another three weeks after that just to be
safe. The nurse will be in to size you for crutches, and I will write a
prescription for some pain medication. Nothing too strong, but we don't
want you to be in pain. After that, I think you will be ready to go. Do you
have any questions for me?"

"I don't think so." I said

"Well I do," My dad said. "We were going to surprise the boys with this
later, but given the circumstances, I think it best to ask now. We were
planning to take the boys down to Disneyland for spring break in a couple
of weeks. Would it be safe for Tim to travel, and would he be able to ride
rides as long as he doesn't have to put weight on his leg?"

"I don't think that would be a problem at all actually, just be sure not to
overdo it." She replied. "Well, take care, and enjoy your trip, I hope you
have a great time."

"Thank you Doctor." We all kind of said semi-together.

"Disneyland?!" I asked with excitement. Living in Virginia, there are a
couple theme parks, but I had never been to a Disney theme park before, so
needless to say, I was excited already.

"Well, spring break is in two weeks, and we felt like you guys could use a
vacation as kind of a thank you for putting up with moving and a welcome to
the family type of thing." My dad answered. "We will talk more about it
later, and go over all of the specifics okay?"

"Sure!" Scott said. "Honestly, I have never been to a theme park before, so
this should be amazing!" I guess I wasn't the only one who was excited. Too
bad we had another week of school before we would be heading down to
California.

There was another knock on the door as the nurse walked in with a pair of
crutches. She asked me how tall I was, and began adjusting the crutches for
my height. She showed me how to use them so that I wouldn't put weight on
my injured leg, and once she was sure I could handle them, she went over
some paperwork with my parents. Once that was done, my dad went to get the
car, and Scott helped me get into a wheelchair. I assured him it wasn't
necessary, but he said he wanted to push me and help in any way he can. It
was so cute, because he blushed when he said it for some reason.

Loaded into the car, we headed back toward the academy. We stopped to grab
some dinner at a local burger joint, and the food was great. It wasn't a
chain restaurant, but one of those local dives. I always found those type
of places to be better anyways. One thing I did learn while we were at
dinner is that these crutches were going to take some getting used to, but
I figured I have a whole month to practice.

After dinner, Scott and I were dropped off at the academy, and on our way
up to the dorms, we found the whole team in the common room waiting for
us. We filled them in on what happened with Scott and I. They were
disappointed that I would be out the rest of the season, but I ensured them
Scott would cover the slack to which they laughed. We hung out with them
for a while as we sort of celebrated our big win, but I was getting tired,
and my leg was starting to hurt. Scott and I excused ourselves and headed
to our room. I stripped down to my boxers, and Scott did as well.

"I'm sorry you got hurt today. I could tell you were in pain as we left the
other guys. It stinks that we couldn't get your pain meds until tomorrow,
but I have an idea that may help take your mind off of the pain." Scott
said, as he stood up and caressed my cheek. He leaned down and planted a
kiss on my lips, this kiss more passionate than the one we had shared
earlier in the hospital. Our tongues danced around inside of each other's
mouths.

I let out a small gasp as Scott stroked my semi-hard dick through the soft
fabric of my boxers. He broke our kiss with a devious smile, and slowly
lowered himself to his knees. He reached into the fly of my boxers, and
freed my now rock hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and
began stroking me slowly. He leaned forward and kissed my abs which were
starting to show some definition. He kissed downward until he reached the
base of my erection. There was a drop of precum on my piss slit, so he
stuck out his tongue, and teasingly licked it off, then smacked his lips as
if he had just had the best meal of his life. If I wasn't so horny now, I
likely would have laughed. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him.

I could taste myself on his tongue as we kissed, and for some reason, it
drove me wild. I broke the kiss and leaned back as he slowly enveloped the
head of my cock in his hit wet mouth. I could feel him swirl his tongue
around the sensitive underside of the head, and I couldn't help but to moan
softly. I reached forward and ran my hand through his soft golden hair. I
didn't force him to take more of me, I was just enjoying the contact, and
showing affection to the boy in front of me.

Scott slowly began bobbing his head up and down my shaft, using his tongue
to massage me in ways I can't describe, but it felt amazing. After a minute
or two, Scott pulled off of my dick and slid his fingers inside the
waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips carefully and he tugged them
off. He rewrapped his hand around my shaft and started slowly stroking once
more as he lowered his face to my balls and began giving them a tongue
bath. I hadn't had an opportunity to shower after the game, so I'm sure
they were sweaty and salty, but he didn't seem to mind whatsoever.

He took each testicle into his mouth in turn and gently sucked on them,
stroking me slowly all the while. After he had done this, he returned to
sucking my dick once more. As he was sucking, he slowly slid a finger
between my legs until he reached my tight rosebud, which he began to tickle
as he sucked. The new added sensation started pushing me over the edge, and
I think he could tell, because he began bobbing and sucking in earnest.

"Oh fuck. Oh Scott! Oh God, I'm going to cum." I moaned, not caring who
could hear. Scott didn't miss a beat. He kept sucking as I started firing
what felt like a large load into his mouth. He kept sucking as I finished
cumming, and made sure to lick every last drop off of me. He let my
softening member fall from his mouth as he rose to kiss me, planting his
lips firmly against mine.

"Feel better?" He asked with a sly grin on his cue face.

"Much better actually." I said.

"Well let's take a shower and go to bed. I don't know about you, but all of
today's events have made me tired." He said, and I agreed.

Scott helped me into the shower, and washed me and himself. I noticed he
had a boner, but I couldn't repay the pleasure he had given me, but I did
reach out for it and jack him off until he shot his load all over the wall
of the shower. He once again helped me dry off before drying himself, then
tucked me into bed with a goodnight kiss.

"Goodnight Tim. If you wake up and need some relief from the pain, don't
hesitate to ask." Scott said seductively. Unfortunately, I was able to
sleep all night... or was that a good thing? I'm not sure.

End of Chapter 10

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