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by Jeff Allen
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Physically, Grant Michaeux was a walking wet dream. On top of that, he seemed like a really nice and friendly guy.
Grant had a light brown skin tone that spoke of a mixed ethnic background. He was just about the same height as me (five foot eight inches) with dark curly hair that was almost black. His eyes were a warm brown-gold color. His smile was warm and friendly, and his teeth were brilliant white. All that, plus a model's face and what looked like a fit athletic build under his loose tee and cargo shorts.
He chatted on about the school as we walked down the hallway to the sophomore lockers. It took us a while to get there because he seemed to know everyone. He must have introduced me to a dozen kids. I couldn't tell you any of their names fifteen seconds after being introduced. It was all a blur. When we got to my assigned locker, he showed me how the locks worked, I scribbled down the combination on the back of my hand, and we headed off to our first class. That's right our first class. We had the same schedule: biology, English, geometry, American history, lunch, keyboarding, and Spanish. I thought that was unusual. Turns out that the high school was so small that most of the tenth graders had a similar schedule...they just had the classes at different times.
Grant introduced me to each of the teachers when we entered the classroom.
My first period biology teacher was Mr. Arnold. He was really trim and good looking. He had sort of salt and pepper hair pulled back in a short pony tail. It was hard to tell how old he was. He had a really young looking face, but the gray hair confused me.
I had Mrs. English for English. How weird is that? She was kind of short and a little plump, but it was clear who was in charge of the classroom...her.
Geometry was Ms. Wade. She looked like she hated most of the world and acted like teenagers were the lowest form of life on the planet.
I did a double take when we went into our American History class. The teacher looked like a slightly older version of the Mr. Arnold that was my bio teacher. This Mr. Arnold, who a lot of the kids called `Coach', had shorter and grayer hair than the biology Mr. Arnold. I figured they had to be brothers.
At lunch, Grant guided me through the food line and then led the way to a table full of his friends. I'd met most of them in my classes, but there were a few I hadn't met yet. I still couldn't tell you most of their names. Grant also introduced me to Taylor, his girlfriend. She was a really cute brunette. My dream was shattered. Grant had a girlfriend. Damn!
All the kids seemed friendly. They asked me a bunch of questions about my old school and about Chicago. They also asked about why I'd moved down to Carterville. I just told them that I'd come down to live with my dad for a while and let the rest of it drop. They didn't need to know the whole story yet, if ever. They might all be a lot less friendly if they knew I'd been kicked out of the house for sucking a guy's cock.
One of the kids, I think his name was Jared, asked if I played any sports. When I told them I'd played some soccer, Grant and some of the other guys got all excited `cause they were on the soccer team. The conversation at the table shifted to a lively banter between the guys on the soccer team and the ones on the football team. I was glad the attention had moved away from me.
As Grant showed me the way to our sixth period keyboarding class, he said, "You said you were on the soccer team at your old school. Why don't you come out for the team here?"
"I hadn't really thought about it."
"Come on, Marty. It's a great group of guys. You've already met a few of them in class or at lunch. The coaches are really good. We've had five state championships in the last eight years. Coach Arnold is the best."
"You mean our history teacher?"
"Yup, and Trey Arnold, our biology teacher, is one of the assistant coaches. He's working mostly with the ninth and tenth graders. We're not big enough to have completely separate varsity and j.v. teams, but we do some separate drills and scrimmages in practice. Think about it. We've got practice right after school, and most of the team meets at 6:30 in the morning for conditioning. We run a few miles, get showered, and then eat breakfast together in the cafeteria before school."
"My dad's picking me up right after school. Besides, I don't have any of my gear down here yet. My mom's supposed to send it down."
"Don't worry about the gear. I'm sure we can get you outfitted until your stuff gets here. I've got an extra pair of shoes in my locker that you can use. I think we're about the same size. See if you can get hold of your dad on the phone or something. You can catch a ride home with me, I don't think your house is that far away from mine."
"Let me think about it."
I didn't have to think too hard or long. I enjoyed soccer; in fact, I was pretty good at it. I also enjoyed the locker room with all the naked guys. And this locker room would include a naked Grant Michaeux.
I told Grant that I'd speak to my dad and try to be at the practice that afternoon. He flashed a brilliant smile and clapped me on the back. Gawd, I think I'm in love! Why did I have to develop an instant crush on a straight guy?
My dad said he would pick me up after school, so when classes got out I hurried out to find him. I told him that I was going to go out for the soccer team and that one of the guys had promised to give me a ride home that evening. Then I scuttled off to find the soccer team's locker room.
Grant had pointed out the old gymnasium to me earlier. I could see the team out on the practice field as I entered the old gym. It wasn't hard to find the locker room. Grant was waiting for me. He already had his gear on. He'd rounded up a set of gear for me from different guys. He handed the gear to me and directed me to a locker. I changed quickly and followed Grant out to the field.
Both Mr. Arnold, my bio teacher, and Mr. Arnold, my history teacher, were out there. They both looked pretty hot in their soccer gear...for older guys that is. The history teacher Mr. Arnold was the head coach. Everyone just called him `Coach.' The biology teacher Mr. Arnold was called Mr. Arnold. I heard Grant call him Coach Trey at one point. There was another coach, also. His name was Mr. May. He was a lot older than either of the other coaches, but he was still in good shape. I figured he was another teacher, but I found out later that he was really an insurance agent in town, and he worked with the team as a volunteer.
The workout felt good. The guys all seemed friendly, and a lot of them were really good looking. Just like all the other coaches I'd ever had, these coaches yelled a lot, but it was never in anger. It was mostly yelling to say `good job' or `great save.' Man, my old coaches back home were always pissing at us about something and making us feel like dorks on the field. I liked these coaches a lot better.
I'd been looking forward to the shower room after practice; I wasn't disappointed. It was a large open shower with shower heads along the walls. There was also several metal mirrors up on the walls. I'd seen those in locker rooms before, but never in the showers. Everyone hit the showers. And I mean everyone...coaches included. The coaches back home had a separate shower room.
In Chicago, the guys in the showers usually kept their fronts turned toward the wall. Here the guys didn't bother trying to hide their junk as they shared shower heads. I even saw a number of the guys washing another guy's back. There was a good bit of patting of shoulders and backs and a couple of playful but sound slaps to exposed butt cheeks. Man, none of that wouldn't have happened back home!
I tried to stick close to Grant in the shower room and ended up sharing one of the shower heads with him. I wanted to get a good look at him naked. I wasn't disappointed. Just as I'd thought, Grant had an amazing body. He wasn't overly muscular, but every muscle was defined under his smooth light brown skin. He had thick bush of pubic hair, a perfectly shaped circumcised prick and an impressive set of low-hanging balls. Woof!
I was also impressed with Grant's younger brother, Micah. Next to Grant, I thought Micah was the second sexiest boy at my new school. Truthfully, it was a close call as to who was the sexiest. Micah's skin color was just a shade or two darker than Grant's, but everything else including his mouth watering dick, balls, ass, and drop-dead gorgeous face was almost identical to Grant.
I felt my dick start to plump up a couple of times. When that happened, I tried to think of my geometry teacher Ms. Wade. That worked. Even if I had sprung a boner, I don't think it would have been a big deal in that shower room. I noticed a couple guys with almost full erections, and the most amazing thing was that no one seemed to take any notice. Back in Chicago, a guy would have been laughed out of the locker room if he popped a woodie.
This place was getting more interesting all the time!
After getting dressed and stowing my borrowed gear in the locker, I headed down the row of lockers to find Grant whose locker was down another row from mine. We met at the corner of the row.
"You said I could get a ride home with you."
"Yep. As soon as Micah gets dressed, we'll be on our way. I usually go around the locker room and check for stray towels. Wanta help?"
It only took a couple of minutes to pick up the towels. Afterwards, Micah was waiting at the door, and we walked out to the parking lot together.
On the way, Micah asked me all sorts of questions about where I'd come from, why I was living with my dad, what had it been like to live in a city like Chicago. You get the picture. I found out that Micah was only eleven months younger than Grant. He seemed like a nice kid, just like Grant. I hoped the three of us would be friends.
We walked up to an old Volvo station wagon. Micah called shotgun and climbed into the passenger's seat. Grant just sighed and opened the back door. Man, the car had to be ancient. It was one of those really old boxy body styles, but it was in great shape both inside and out. It was also spotlessly clean.
I climbed into the back seat with Grant just as the driver's door opened and the younger Coach Arnold, my biology teacher, climbed in.
Grant smiled and said, "I promised Marty a ride home. It sounds like he lives close to us."
Mr. Arnold turned around and smiled at me. "Glad to help out, Marty. I guess you're surprised to see me. Grant and Micah live next door to me, so I usually give them a ride. You did well out on the field today. I'm glad you decided to come out for the team."
"Ah...thanks, Mr. Arnold. I think I'll like it."
"Grant told me that you were on the team at your old school. Did you get to play in many of the matches there?"
"No, I was on the junior varsity team there."
"Well, as you saw, we don't really have a j.v. team here. Everyone's on the same team."
"I think I like that."
"Good. Coach thinks the older guys on the team can help bring the younger guys along quicker than if they were on two different teams. Now, where do you live?"
"Well, I'm not sure I can give you directions. I've only been here since Friday night. Do you know where the ranger station is at the Carter Wildlife Refuge? My dad's the wildlife officer there."
"Yeah, I do. My house and Grant and Micah's house are pretty close to there. Actually, I think you're just on the other side of the river from us."
"Wow, I'm glad you know where it is. I hadn't even thought about having to give someone directions. I could have been in real trouble."
"Buckle up, men. It's time to go home."
Grant and I talked in the backseat while Mr. Arnold drove and Micah told him about what had happened in one of his classes that day. I tried to keep one eye on the road while I listened to Grant filling me in on some of the school gossip. The road looked vaguely familiar, so I figured Mr. Arnold was headed in the right direction.
I had made a lot of progress in the year that I'd been back in Carterville. Of course I still missed Brian. There was an empty spot in my soul without him, but I enjoyed my job at the high school; I enjoyed helping my Uncle Parker with the soccer team; and I was no longer traveling down to Charlotte to talk with Dr. Goddard, my psychiatrist. I was back on my own; I was with my friends and family...the ones who had taken me in and loved me since I was about the age of the three chattering boys in my car.
Marty O'Connor seemed like a nice kid. And it looked like he and Grant had struck up a quick friendship. Grant was like that. He treated everyone as a friend, and as far as I could tell was liked by everyone, just like his dad had been when we were in school. Micah was the quieter of the two brothers, but he was certainly animated in the car. He was talking to me, but he kept stealing glances to the back seat. I suspected he was checking out Marty, who was seriously cute. If I'd been into fifteen year olds, Marty would certainly have been worth a second look...even a third and fourth look.
I pulled into the drive leading up to the ranger's cabin. Marty directed me to pull around to the back.
"There's my dad."
The man Marty identified as his father was splitting firewood. He was tall, well muscled, and shirtless above a pair of faded jeans that rested low on his hips. His powerful arms brought the ax down on the log and cleaved it into two halves. Wow!
Micah blurted out, "Man, Marty, your dad is hot!"
I had to agree with him.
(To be continued)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001), "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003), "Finding Family" (last posted in the College section on June 5, 2008), "Construction Job" (last posted in the College section on July 24, 2008), or "Swamp Rat" (last posted March 15, 2010 in the High School section). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the earlier stories posted on this site. All of the Adams State/Carterville stories listed above as well as my other stories are also posted at www.crvboy.com.
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