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– If you want a story with lots of sex, look elsewhere. This is
a love story. Seeing, as it is a love story, sex is in there, but it
is in realistic balance in the characters’ lives. The story
contains sexual encounters between high school age minors, and has
some violence. If this offends you, or if it’s not legal for
you to read, please do not read. Also this story is a work of
fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the
product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is
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Trials
and Tribulations is a coming of age tale and may become a couple of
books. The main character, Andy Collins, had his grandparents taken
from him in a horrible car accident when he was nine. His mother was
taken from him by cancer when he was twelve. He now lives alone with
his father, who is a Circuit Court Judge. After he meets a new kid at
school, circumstances forces him to come to terms with his sexual
orientation; while facing bullies and becoming caught up in a murder
investigation in a small mining town, nestled away in the Appalachian
Mountains of southeastern Kentucky. Come along for the ride as Andy,
with help from people he never thought would lend a hand, grows into
a man and finds his soul mate.
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Now,
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Trials
and Tribulations
By:
Billy Martin
aka: Billy Brat
Prologue
Why
in the hell did I just do that? I knew what the consequences would be
if I got involved. I guess if I was thinking, it must have been damn
the consequences, full speed ahead; because that’s exactly what
I did. What was I to do? Just stand there and do nothing? Or
worse, walk away?
I looked down and offered my hand to Joey.
He looked up at me with blood running from his nose.
“Thanks.”
Joey said, as I helped him up and onto his feet.
He looked so
small and vulnerable, as he bled from his nose and tears in his eyes.
Oh my God, what eyes he had. They stopped me cold. They were such a
deep blue that they pulled me in. Once I pulled myself from those
eyes, I realized I had stopped breathing.
I stammered, “Its…
it…was… I mean it…” I cleared my throat.
“It was nothing.”
God, where had my brain gone? It
was like I couldn’t talk anymore.
Joey was looking
around at everyone, while they stared at us. Then he looked down at
James Thomas McCray III, who everyone called JT. He was still lying
on the ground out cold; where he had folded like a house of cards,
after I hit him with a right upper cut. Joey looked back at me with a
smile that made my heart skip a beat.
Okay, maybe I should
start from the beginning, or at least, from last night, before I
dreamed wild and uncontrolled dreams. I’ll get into that a
little later. Let me explain how everything unfolded, and what led up
to me defending Joey. My name is Michael Andrew Collins. Everyone
calls me Andy. That’s by my request. I mean, there are all
kinds of Michaels and Mikes. I wanted to be different. So by the age
of nine, I started asking everyone to call me Andy. It was at the
start of little league baseball for me back then, and I was a big
Yankees fan. I was also an Andy Pettitte fan. So Andy it was.
I’m
a fifteen year old sophomore, in a small town high school, nestled
away in the Appalachian Mountains of Eastern Kentucky. I guess you
could say, I lived in the heart of the coalfields, where coal is
king. Everything revolves around coal. The stores, the restaurants,
the banks, the vocational schools, even the churches are all here for
the miners, and their families. Most boys grow up knowing that one
day they’ll be miners, or working in some way supporting the
mines, or miners. But I have no intentions of walking down that
road.
I had finally this past summer decided that I would
somewhat follow in my father’s footsteps, and become a lawyer;
but, I would find a job in a big city somewhere, and get away from
small towns like Pine Hills. I’ve lived here all my life; and
the one thing that bugged the crap out of me was everyone knew
everyone’s business.
I didn’t want everyone
knowing my business, because I had a big secret, I’m gay. Once
anyone knows the secret, the whole town would know it. That’s
just the way things work in a small town. So, I knew as I started the
new school year tomorrow, I was going to have to watch how I acted
around everyone. That was my last thought as I fell asleep, and then
dreamed of having sex with every boy in my class. This was NOT going
to be easy.
I’m really not a morning person, so when the
alarm went off at seven, I was ready to grab it, and throw it out the
window, or smash it against the wall with my best fastball. Instead,
I hit the snooze button, and rolled over pulling the covers over my
head.
The next thing I know, I heard a “Boom! Boom!
Boom!” I swear I thought we were under attack.
But no, I
heard a voice calling out, “Michael Andrew, get your butt out
of bed. You’ve got twenty minutes to be dressed and downstairs
for breakfast!”
That would be my dad, Judge Samuel A.
Collins.
Moaning, I rolled out of bed and answered, “Be
right down dad.”
I headed toward the bathroom with my
morning wood in the lead, and started what would be my morning
routine for the next nine months of pee, shower, spanking little
Mikey (my pet name for my dick), dress, and eat breakfast. Yeah, I
know, weird. I call myself Andy, and my dick Mikey. So, I’m a
weird kid. Get over it!
As I stepped under the warm water to
wet my hair, I noticed my hair was hanging in my eyes, and over my
ears. I guess I should have gotten a haircut last week. Oh well,
sometime this week I’ll get my mob of light brown hair cut. As
I was washing my arms and chest, images of different guys at school
flashed in my head. First was Randy, the cute basketball player,
whose eyes were like mine. They were bluish green too, but his
changed between blue or green depending on his mood. My eyes are like
a deep, clear, blue, pond with a splash of green radiating out from
my pupils, like a star burst. The girls seemed to love them, and I
seriously don’t mind the attention.
Gary was next to
waltz through my mind, with his long brown hair, and hairy legs. I
was always fascinated with long hairy legs, since mine wasn’t
hairy at all. I wonder if he was hairy everywhere. I smiled at
picturing his crotch all hairy. Since I’ve never seen him naked
and hard before, I tried wondering what he looked like really hairy
down there, and hard.
My best friend Roger, of course, was up
next, who had all the girls after him, and I’m sure all the gay
guys staring at him too, even if I was the only gay kid in Pine Hill.
His electric smile and dimples just showcased, what could only be
described, as a beautiful face. Sometimes I wished I had dimples like
Roger, but at least I’ve been told I had a better smile. I
doubted it. There were times when I looked at Roger, I would get
really horny. The thing is, I’ve seen Roger naked plenty of
times, but truthfully, I’ve never seen anyone hard before. The
one thing I would have to say is, Roger did have one nice looking
soft dick, and we looked like about the same in the pubes
department.
I moved my soapy hand to little Mikey, who stood
at attention and demanded some attention. My mind drifted to JT, the
tall black haired kid, with an amazing looking body that always made
me a little weak in the knees, when I talked to him; I tightened my
grip on my above average dick, and quicken my pace, as that image was
all it took to take me over the edge. So, like any normal teenager, I
threw back my head, splashed the shower wall with my morning
offering, and I let the water take the evidence down the drain.
Defense lawyers the world over, would be proud of me for not leaving
any evidence.
As I sat down at the table for my bowl of
cereal, with two minutes to spare, Dad asked, “Are you ready
for the new school year, son?”
I looked up at him. “Yes
sir. I just wish baseball season was already here.”
You
see, I was a baseball freak. I’d loved playing baseball, every
minute of every day, if I could. And I was pretty okay at it, too. I
wasn’t the best, but I wanted to be, and worked hard at
it.
Dad smiled, “I’ll be late this evening. We
have a new trial starting, and I want to get in as much of it as we
can today. That way we don’t have it go all week, if I can help
it. So, you can either cook pizza tonight if you want, or have
something delivered.”
It’s just Dad and me, since
Mom died three years ago of cancer. It wasn’t easy on either of
us, but Dad was there for me, when I really needed him. I knew he
felt bad not being home tonight, and making sure I had a good dinner.
Dad, I can say without feeling weird, was a good looking man. He
stood at about six feet, with brown hair, with some grey around his
ears, and he was lightly tanned from all the golf he played. He also
had a really inviting smile that put everyone at ease, and blue eyes,
which is where I got half my color from. The green came from my
Mom.
I smiled, as I looked up, and told him, “No sweat
Dad! Just don’t let those land sharks give you a hard time
today!”
He chuckled, reached over, and ruffled my
hair.
I frowned, and pulled away as I moaned, “Daaaad!”
That
just caused him to laugh harder. I mean, I love my Dad, and
everything, but don’t mess with the hair!
He finally got
control of himself, and asked, “You want me to give you a ride
to school, or do you want to take the bus?”
I figured
since I had to take the bus home today I’d take it this morning
too. “I’ll take the bus.”
“Okay son,
I’ll see you tonight.”
He left me sitting there
pondering what the first day of a new school year was going to
bring.
After shaking out the thoughts in my head of the
future, I figured I better get started on the present. I put my
cereal bowl in the dish washer, ran upstairs, brushed my teeth, and
made sure I looked okay. I got all my stuff together, looked around
making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, headed back
downstairs, and locked the door behind me. Then, I stepped out into a
new chapter in my life.
I lived in one of the better
neighborhoods; it was mostly lawyers, bankers, teachers, and store
owners. As I walked down towards the bus stop, I noticed the dogwoods
lining the street, with sidewalks on both sides. There is a nice
covered bus stop down on the corner, just below my house; so, it was
a short walk. As I neared, I noticed Roger was already there.
“Hey
Andy.” he nodded and waved.
I smiled, “Morning
Roger.”
We bumped fists, and he asked me, “Are you
all set for another boring year?”
Roger was never all
that interested in school, except for sports. However, anyone would
be mistaken if they thought he wasn’t smart.
“I
reckon so; as set as I will be, I guess.” I answered. We
continue to talk about the summer that officially ended yesterday,
with the start of the new school year today.
A few more
students arrived, as the bus pulled up, and stopped to let us on.
Roger and I hung back to let everyone go first. Then we got on,
walked to the rear of the bus, and sat in the back row. I looked back
towards the front and four seats directly in front of me, a blond
curly head caught my attention. As I said before, in a small town
like Pine Hills, everyone knows everyone, and this was a head I
didn’t know. But whoever it was had disappeared by the time I
got off the bus at school.
Roger and I met up with Debbie,
Gary, and Timmy who waited for us, by my locker.
Debbie rushed
up to me threw her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear,
“It’s good to see you Andy.”
I thought, ‘Oh
my God, is this going to happen every morning?’ I smiled, and
said, “It’s good to see all of you again, too, Debbie.”
as I turned, and kissed her on the cheek.
Roger and Gary were
grinned at me, while Timmy seemed to frown. I made note of
Timmy’s frown, as Debbie let go of me; and I reached out to
bump fists with Timmy, and saw his smile had returned. Then I bumped
fists with Gary, and he asked if we rode the bus this morning.
I
nodded, and told him, “Yeah, Dad offered a ride, but since I’m
riding it this afternoon, I figured I would this morning as well.”
I
put my backpack into my locker after got my American Government book
out of it which was assigned to me, when I got my schedule last week,
along with the locker. All non-freshmen signed up for classes, books,
and lockers the week before school started. We all headed to our
homerooms. Gary and I had the same one, Mr. Ison, while Debbie,
Roger, and Timmy had Mrs. Lewis. Mr. Ison was also my government
teacher; so I didn’t have to change rooms this year after
homeroom. Thank God for small wonders.
I thought back to the
encounter this morning at my locker, and I began to wonder what was
up between Timmy and Debbie. If I didn’t know any better, I
would think Timmy became jealous of Debbie when she hugged me. But
who was he jealous of?
I jumped out of my thoughts as the
tardy bell rung. Gary was sitting next to me and smirked at my
daydreaming. I rolled my eyes at him, and went back to my thoughts.
Could Timmy be jealous because he liked me? No way. I think I would
have picked up on that at some time. So, that meant he liked Debbie.
I’ve known them both all my life, and Timmy never once said
anything about Debbie. Most of our group, except Roger, seemed to
think Debbie was out of our league, that way. I mean, she made
varsity cheerleader this year, after being on the junior squad last
year. Her Dad was President of The First Security Bank, and her Mom
was the Principal of Pine Hills Elementary School.
For the
second time this morning I was jerked from my thoughts as I heard a
name I had never heard before.
Mr. Ison had just called out,
“Mr. Joseph Matthew Adams?”
I quickly looked four
seats in front of me and one row to the right after I heard spoken in
a soft tenor voice, “Here sir.”
For the second
time today, I saw the back of that curly blond head.
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