Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 15:10:24 -0400 From: Stan Unknown Subject: Chapter 12 of Beating The Odds Chapter Twelve The first week of school started out really well for all the guys. Ryan and Rob did have some trouble keeping from looking at each other in class. So did Bruce and Neal. But so far, no one knew each of their secrets. Jim and Brian had kept their word. They had slept together all week, but were getting increasingly frustrated. The first week of high school is basically aimless. A few teachers started really trying to teach the first week, but most just tried to make everyone understand what they were going to be covering and tried to get to know what students would really get into what they were teaching and which one's would be trouble makers. Homework the first week was always light. The first football game of the season was the first Friday night. Everyone was looking forward to it, especially as this year's team was going to be really good and might even have a chance to win a state championship. Everyone was looking forward to Friday. But you never know exactly how everything is going to turn out. ***************** "God, I hate PE. I can't believe coach ran us that hard today, especially after our game last night" Mark said to Billy, as he rinsed his hair in the shower. "I know. I'm still really sore." "I can't wait for the game tonight. I really thought I would make the varsity this spring. I wanted to play on the same team with Matt. I thought I could learn a lot from him before he graduates. Well, maybe starting at quarterback on the junior varsity will give me more experience anyway." "Yeah, I agree. I really didn't want to play on the varsity this year. All I would do is be on the practice team and get killed by the starting defense. I'd rather start on the junior varsity with you. Then, with Matt and Mike gone next year, we should be ready to step right in." "I know. But I've never been able to be on a team with my big brother. EVER! You know? This was my only chance. Hey, what're you looking at, kid?" Rob was startled by Mark's words. Yeah, he had looked over at Billy. Every boy checks out everyone else in the shower. That had been going on as long as showers have been at school. And Billy's dick was huge!!! Especially compared to Rob's. So he had stared a little too long and had been caught. He quickly turned his eyes away but he knew he was in trouble. "Billy, that kid next to you was staring at your dick." "What?" Billy asked, as he turned towards Rob. Rob did everything he could do under the circumstances. He just mumbled "I don't know what you're talking about," and tried to rinse off quickly and get the Hell out of there. "I saw you staring. You're not leaving yet," Mark shouted, as he grabbed Rob before he could get away. "What are you, a fag or something?" "No! Leave me alone. I didn't do anything." "You're not going anywhere until I tell you that you can leave. Billy, I think we have a faggot here that loves your body. He might even give you a blow job if you can get that thing up," Mark said, as he wrapped his arms around Rob from behind. "Let him go, Mark. He's just a little boy. See?" Billy said, as he pointed between Rob's legs. That infuriated Rob. He hated having to go into the showers with the other boys anyway. The previous year had been the first time he had to take showers after PE and he had heard all the taunts then. He had hoped that he would have grown lots bigger this year, but he hadn't. He had even asked his doctor during his annual physical if anything was wrong and could he give him anything to make his hormones come on stronger, but his doctor had just laughed and said he was just a `late bloomer' and he was developing fine. That he was `small for his age anyway'. Like that would make him feel better. It was embarrassing enough to be on a table, basically totally naked, with a man you saw a couple of times a year, touching your dick and balls. It took a lot of courage to even ask the Doctor what Rob had. And then all he had gotten was laughter. And now, a new school year. And the taunts had started back the first day. "Fuck you, donkey boy. Just leave me alone, Ok? LET ME GO!!!" "DONKEY BOY? You're calling me names? I ought to beat your ass right now," Billy yelled, as he walked closer to the lots smaller Rob. "What's going on? You don't want me to come in there! You ladies don't have all day. Finish up and get dressed. Your next class will be starting soon," Coach Williams shouted. Billy just glared at Rob and said, "You're dead, ass hole. I'll find you. Meet me after school behind the gym and we can settle this today." "Fuck you! I didn't do anything. Let me go!" Rob screamed, as Mark finally let go of him. "Fuck you? You are dead, little man. Or should I say boy? By the look at your dick, you are more like 10 instead of 15. Let him go, Mark. When I finally find him, he's going to pay for calling me names. Now get out of here, faggot!" Billy said, as he kicked Rob in the butt as he ran out of the shower room. ***************** "Jimmy, I'm glad to see you again. Are you ready for another year of our productions?" "Sure, Mr. Miller. I love anything to do with acting or producing. I'm really ready to start back. What do you want to do this year?" "I might be going crazy, but we did so good last year that I wanted to give us a challenge that we couldn't possibly meet. I was thinking `Jesus Christ Superstar'. I don't think a high school has ever tried anything that ambitious. But I don't know if we can do it. I also don't want us to fall on our faces. What do you think?" Jimmy had a huge smile on his face. "With me in the lead? We can do it. I guarantee you. Just give us a chance. I'll work with everyone. That would be great!" he said, as he hugged his teacher. Both enjoyed the hug. Mr. Miller knew he had a star of the future in Jimmy. Jimmy had an enormous amount of talent. He was just realizing it. And if he could just use Jimmy's talent to take him out of this horrid high school and on to bigger and better things, that would just be a bonus, wouldn't it? "Ok, Jimmy, we'll try and see if it can work. Of course you will be the lead. Who else could do it?" "Thanks, Mr. Miller. I'll do my best to make this a huge success. I'll do anything. Choreography, costumes, sets, anything. You know how I like to be involved." "I know you do, Jimmy. I'm going to make you my special assistant this year." "You are? That would be wonderful. And I can make changes when I think they're necessary?" "Sure. Just run them by me first. Is that a deal?" "Deal," Jimmy said, beaming at Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller grinned back at Jimmy. Why wouldn't he? Jimmy might be his ticket out of this dead end job. ****************** "There he is! Get him!" Rob and Ryan had met after school and were walking to their bus together. They looked up and 5 or 6 boys were running towards them. They didn't have any idea what to do. They just froze like deer caught in car lights at night. Billy ran right up to Rob and pushed him. "See, I told you I would find you, faggot! You want to stare at my dick now? You want to see `Donkey Boy' up close? I'll tell you what. You and me go back behind the gym and you give me a quick blow job, then I won't hassle you any more. Ok?" "Leave me alone!" Rob said, as he tried to walk away. But he and Ryan were surrounded by other kids. "Coach Williams isn't here to save you this time. You can't run away like before." "Leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you!" Ryan yelled. "Who are you? His boyfriend?" Billy laughed. Ryan was upset. Rob had told him about what had happened in the shower. The spoke out of anger and before he had thought it through. "Yeah. What about it?" Billy was clearly confused. "WHAT?" he screamed. "You are admitting you two are faggots?" "No. We're gay. It isn't a disease. We love each other. So what? Just leave us alone and we will leave you alone. Can we go now?" "GO? NO WAY!!! All of you hear that? We can't have gay kids in our school. I say we kick their asses and make them leave our school. You agree?" "I don't, shit for brains," Josh said, as he stepped into the middle of the circle of kids who always seemed to surround any fight that took place. "What? Who are you?" "Who I am isn't important. But you aren't going to just beat up these two kids." News about a fight spreads rapidly through a high school. It reached Bruce and Neal at almost the same time as it did Jim and Brian. "And you are going to stop us? Just you? I have three other guys with me. You guys with me?" They all quickly agreed. The situation was getting much worse. Bruce and Neal finally ran up and fought their way through the crowd. "Ry Ryan, what what's the prob problem?" "Who the fuck are you? The Lone Ranger? You can't even talk. Get out of here, you freak, before we kick your ass too," Billy yelled back. "FUCK YOU!!! You can't talk to him that way!" Neal yelled. Mark's big brother Matt, along with Mike and Todd, finally pushed their way through the increasingly bigger crowd. "What's going on here?" "Matt, these two are faggots. We caught one of them staring at Billy in the shower. They just admitted it. We aren't going to have faggots at this high school, right?" "Right! We have to make an example of them. Right, Todd?" Todd just smiled. "Right. Just show me where they are." "No you won't," Brian said, as he stepped into the widening circle. "You're lots bigger than everyone else. How about you take on someone your own size?" Todd's eyes got big, as he stared at Brian. But he wasn't ready to back down. "Guys, quit it!!! NOW!!! You don't want this to happen," Jim said, as he walked through and stood beside Brian. "What, you're a fag too?" Matt yelled. "Guys, please don't do this," Jimmy yelled as he also stepped into the circle. He was Sophomore Class President. Honor Society. Best friends with all the right people. He was used to speaking up and everyone listening. "Stay out of this, Jimmy. Or you might get your ass beat too," Matt yelled. Jimmy stepped up so he could see better. At the same time, Kevin moved through the crowd on the other side and walked up to Matt and stuck his nose right in his face. "You always have to have it your way, don't you? You always have to be the big man. You constantly push everyone around. So you want a showdown? You want to prove how big and bad you are? Ok. Start with me. Just me and you. Leave everyone else out of this." "This has nothing to do with you. We have faggots in out school. Don't you want to help me get rid of them?" Matt asked. "I'm gay too. Faggot isn't a term you should use if you had any sense. Which you don't," Kevin said, as he landed a punch right to Matt's jaw. The next minute was a blur. There were lots more football players who were on their way to practice that had seen the huge circle and had made their way through all the people. They joined in to help their team mates. It had turned into a war in seconds. Josh was hitting anyone who came near him. He was a second degree black belt in karate and was used to this. Just it had always been just practice before now. He took down three football players before they knew what hit them. Brian and Todd fell to the ground and were struggling with each other. They were pretty evenly matched and neither seemed to get the upper hand. Kevin had Matt on the ground and was landing punch after to punch to his head. Ryan and Rob had gotten run over by the mass of bodies that had surged towards the conflict by all the other football players. They were struggling with bigger boys who were on top of them. Bruce, Neal, and Jimmy were also swept into the battle, as more and more bodies went down in the melee. It was turning into football players versus anyone who wasn't one. Suddenly, Mike yanked Kevin off Matt and hit him with a round house right hand. It knocked him off his feet and he toppled over someone in the crowd. He was instantly trying to get back to his feet, but his feet kept getting tangled. Then he looked down and he was face to face with Tim again, and this time their faces were even closer than before. And their bodies were laying totally against each other. "Uh, sorry. We keep getting brought together in the weirdest ways. I'll be right back after I kill this ass hole that just hit me," Kevin said, as he smiled at Tim, got off him, and started to go after Mike. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" everyone heard someone shout. Fights in high schools have been going on as long as high schools. Kids who think that everything is totally different for kids today than it was 30 years ago would be surprised. Yeah. Lots of new technology. Fast cars haven't been invented in the last few years. And crew cuts are back. Everything is different but everything is the same. Hehehe And one more thing. When there is a fight and a teacher shows up, everyone tries to get out of there as soon as possible. I sure did. So, this was a mad scramble as kids ran off in every direction. "Everyone freeze! If I see anyone running that I know, you're going to be just as guilty as those who were fighting! And all of you CAN BE SUSPENDED!! Now! What's going on? We don't have riots in this high school!" Mr. Corwin shouted, as he turned almost purple. Mr. Corwin had a bad temper and it was raging right now. No one was eager to be the first one who spoke, as they knew they might get the brunt of his anger. So he just paced back and forth, looking at everyone. There wasn't much doubt who had been fighting and who hadn't. Boys were bleeding all over the place. Most had gotten very dirty, fighting where there was more dirt than grass. "JIMMY! I can't believe you are in the middle of all of this!" "Mr. Corwin, honest, all I was trying to do was stop everyone from fighting." "If that's true, why's your mouth bleeding and your clothes torn?" Jimmy hadn't had a chance to look at himself. His shirt had been torn open and he had a hole through one knee of his pants. He felt his face, brought his hand up in front of his eyes, and saw blood. "Oh my God! My face!" "I think it'll heal, Jimmy. You aren't the first boy to get a split lip in a fight. Looks like you might have a black eye, too." "OH NO!!! Not a black eye!" he wailed. "What started all of this? Someone tell me before I suspend all of you for a week. Matt. Mike. You are co-captains of the football team. You want to miss your opening game? What's going on?" No sir, Mr. Corwin, neither of us do. I was just helping my brother. He was propositioned by a gay student. You can't blame him for being offended." "WHAT? NO WAY!!!! That's total bullshit," Rob screamed. "Watch your language, young man. I don't know who you are, but I'm going to find out very quickly." Mr. Corwin answered. "Go on, Matt." "Well, all I was trying to do was get everything settled down. Make sure that there wasn't going to be any trouble. And then Kevin jumped me. He threw the first punch. That's what started everything. And he's my teammate on the football team. At least he's supposed to be." "You know that isn't true, you cock sucker," Kevin said angrily. "KEVIN!!! NO MORE OUT OF YOU!!! Go stand over there while I try and make some sense out of this. And then what happened, Matt?" Mr. Corwin asked. "The big guy over there attacked Todd," he said, pointing at Brian. "And that guy," he said, as he pointed at Josh, "is some kind of karate expert. He started to beat up everyone who was trying to stop the fight. All we were doing was trying to stop the fight from happening and keep straight guys from being hassled by all the gay kids. I had no idea that there were gay kids going here until today. But all of them," he said, as he pointed out everyone who had been involved in the fight, including Tim, who had just been knocked down by Kevin, "are faggots! And the straight students can't be expected to get hit on because they love us or something perverted like that. God, we have to take showers with them. We have to be able to protect ourselves." "You know I don't love you, MOTHER FUCKER!" Kevin screamed. "You are lying through your teeth. And I'll knock them out for you!" he said, as he charged Matt, only to be restrained by a combination of Jim, Brian, and Mr. Corwin. "See? He started the whole thing!" Matt yelled. "He's a faggot too! He admitted it!" "What's going on here? Why aren't my football players getting dressed?" Coach Williams yelled, as he stormed into the middle of the situation. "Coach Williams, there's been a fight involving at least twenty students. Maybe more. I'm just trying to sort out all the details." "Coach, it wasn't our fault. We have plenty of witnesses that will tell you the same thing. We have something like a gay cult in our school. They are trying to hit on all us guys and try to make us gay too. Kevin is gay. Can you believe that?" Matt asked. "Kevin, is this true?" Coach asked? "Yeah, it's true. What of it? I have never even looked at anybody in the shower. I don't talk to anybody on the team about my sexuality. I certainly wouldn't want Matt for a boyfriend. What does that have to do with me playing on the football team?" "Kevin, I'm sorry. This is the last straw. You have been a disruptive influence ever since spring practice. You are off the team. Turn in your equipment in the morning," Coach said. Kevin was really shook up by this, but he remained calm. "There isn't anything I want in my locker. You can keep anything in it. And I wouldn't play on the same team as those lying ass holes if you paid me!" Kevin said, as he turned away. Only Tim could see tears start to run down his face. Kevin kept staring at the ground, trying to will the tears to stop, and Tim kept his eyes glued to Kevin's face. Both didn't hear anything else said. "Mr. Corwin, is it all right if I take my players over to practice until all of this is settled? It sounds like you have a major problem on your hands. Maybe you should call the police. Sexual assault is a crime, even for teenagers." "Sexual assault? I think you are blowing this way out of proportion, Coach," Mr. Corwin answered. "Maybe. Maybe not. I know that one," he said, pointing at Brian. "I personally saw him pick up a fireplace poker and threaten both his father and me. And all we were trying to do was get him to come out for football. I ran into his Dad last night. Brian had beat his Dad up so badly he was sent to jail for it. And now it has split up the whole family. I believe he would assault any of my players to get off on his weird sexual fantasies. Guys, let's go. We can talk about how to handle all these faggots after practice." There was nothing Mr. Corwin could do. All the football players followed after Coach Williams like he was the Pied Piper. Brian was left with his mouth hanging open. So was Mr. Corbin. It was now his problem to solve. To Be Continued E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: stan992001@hotmail.com. All e-mails will be answered. You can also visit the young gay guys support group I created after my "Matt and Mike" story at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/gbct or our web site at www.gayteensunite.org. There is a forum section there where you can enter comments about this story for everyone to see. 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