Date: Thu, 09 May 2002 13:30:09 -0400 From: Stan Unknown Subject: Chapter 8 of Beating The Odds Chapter Eight "Hi Ryan. What's up?" Rob asked from where he was sitting on the floor. "Hi Rob. Nothing. Neal is over at the house again so I came over to see what you were doing." "I was just playing Madden NFL Football on my play station. You want to play too?" "No. I'm not in the mood to play right now." "What's wrong? You mad at Bruce again?" "Not really. I don't know what it is. He was talking at breakfast and stuttered saying something and I made one little comment about it. It just sounded really funny. Mom jumped all over me about it. I guess I am just still pissed about that." "You weren't making fun of him again, were you?" "No, you know I would never do that. I meant it as a joke. I don't even remember what it was he said. But Mom is more sensitive about his stuttering than Bruce is. She has always protected him like he is her baby lion cub and she is the lioness. Bruce can get away with anything because of it and she is on me the minute I do anything wrong." "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've seen her do it when I'm over there." "I guess that is why I spend so much time over here. Thanks for letting me hang out with you, Rob," Ryan said smiling at his best friend. "Hey, what are best friends for? Besides, no one else would let you hang out with them." Ryan faked punching Rob and Rob dodged to the side, knowing Ryan wouldn't really hurt him. They were used to this little game they played between them. "Ass hole!" Ryan said. "Man, you come into my room and immediately start to call me names. Fine best friend you are." "Ok, sorry. But it is kind of like you said about me. Who else would be best friends with a skinny little runt like you if I wasn't?" "Oh, you're getting mean now. Maybe I should get up and show you who's a little runt," Rob answered, laughing. "I'm getting really scared now," Ryan answered from where he was sitting on Rob's bed. "You should be," Rob said, as he threw his body on top of Ryan's, wrestling him down on the bed. ******************* Knock knock. "Come in." Jim walked into his Dad's office. "Hi Dad. Here's the file Mom said you needed." His Dad smiled up at Jim and said, "Thanks, son. I needed to go over all these figures again. There is so much going on here I didn't have time to come myself. Do you have time to run down and get me a sandwich? I'll buy." "Sure, Dad. I have nothing else to do until I have to run again this afternoon. Can I hang out here with you for a while? Maybe hack into the FBI or CIA or something to keep me busy?" "I don't think that would be very good for my career, do you? And I don't really doubt you could do that if I left you alone with one of our computers. You can 'hang out' with me if you want, but I think I'll keep an eye on you," his Dad answered, laughing. "Well, can I at least boss around some of the other cops? What good is it to be the Chief of Police's son if I can't terrorize the government or piss off some of your employees?" "Hehehe. Why don't you just settle for letting me buy you lunch? The way things are going here today, one of the detectives might swat you one if you smarted off to them. And then I would have to choose who's side to be on." Jim faked a hurt look. "You wouldn't protect your only child from being brutalized by all your big bad detectives?" Jim stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "That doesn't work on me any more, young man. It hasn't since you were about 5," his Dad answered, laughing again. "Oh well, I had to try, didn't I?" Jim answered, joining his father in laughter. "What's going on around here anyway?" "We just got in a young guy a year younger than you are. He almost beat his Dad to death. Also attacked his Mom. He's are really big kid, maybe 6'2" and 250 pounds. It's a really sad case. And he claims it's all his Dad's fault. He even says that he tried to commit suicide last night. It's just all bullshit. I think this one is a really bad kid." "God, that's awful." "Yeah. He hit his Mom too, but she's all right now. But she's so shaken up, she hasn't decided to post bail for him or not. He might have to be held in juvenile for a while. Last I heard, he was getting so stirred up, they might have to put him in restraints." "God! And he's just 15?" "Yeah. That's awful, isn't it? Sargent French knows his father. Says he is a great guy. A bad kid can come out of any kind of family these days. You sure you still want to major in criminal justice?" "Yeah, I still think I want to be a lawyer. Someone has to put all these bad guys behind bars. I guess that will as close as we ever get to working together, right Pop?" Jim asked, smiling at his Dad. "Yeah. You need to make more of yourself than your old man did. Now how about going and getting me a Blimpe Best. You know how I like it. Extra meat," he said, handing over a ten dollar bill. "Sure Dad. And I can get anything I want?" His Dad just groaned and reached for his wallet again. "Yeah, I said I would buy, didn't I? I forgot I was buying for three or four. Here's another five. Bring me the change, OK?" Jim took the five and smiled. "Sure Dad. Don't I always? Unless I forget, of course." "Yeah, but you seem to forget a lot these days. Not get out of here before I have to get up out of my chair and take that insolent smile off your face," he answered, as he faked getting up. "Wow, 'insolent'. Really big word for a cop. Have you been studying your vocabulary words again?" Jim laughed, as he opened the door and stood at the threshold. His Dad got up and pretended to walk towards him. "I can teach you lots of new words if you want to come back in here and bend over my couch," he said, as he faked pulling off his belt. "No, I think that might be a bad idea. I think I'll just go get your lunch. You seem to get angry pretty easily when your stomach is empty. Bye Dad," Jim said, as he dodged out of his father's grasp and quickly shut the door. Jim's Dad had a smile on his face as he sat back down and went back to work. Jim had never given him any trouble and they were like best friends. He just couldn't understand how other kids like Brian could have ever gotten that way. His mind was still troubled as he went back over his budget figures. Jim was also smiling as he walked out of his Dad's office. But he came to an abrupt halt as he saw both Detective Martin and Sergeant French moving a large boy out of one interrogation room towards the cells in back. The boy's hands were handcuffed behind him. It was totally obvious that the boy had been crying. And the weird part was, Jim thought he knew him. Or at least has seen him before. Jim watched until they were out of sight. Then he shrugged his shoulders and walked out to his car. He really hoped that once he became a trial lawyer for the state and eventually District Attorney, he wouldn't have to try many kid's cases. Those would be the worst. ****************** "Jimmy, your father is going to kill you. You know I told you not to buy so many clothes." "Mom, settle down. If he complains, I can always take a few things back." "Well, you'd better do that. He's going to hit the ceiling when he gets the bill for all of this." "Not if you tell him how good I look in all of this. You used to be a model. You want me to model all of these clothes for you? Then you could tell me which one's I should take back." "Sure. That would be fun. I would love to do that. But you know if I do, I'll love everything you picked out so much that I won't want you to return anything, don't you?" 'Oh really, Mother? I would have never thought that in a million years' Jimmy thought to himself. "Ok, I'll be right back with my first outfit. Now remember, if you don't like it, I will be glad to take it back. I don't want Dad to get upset with me." ****************** "Hi" "Hi Josh. You are really looking great tonight. You want something to drink? I brought your bottle of scotch. Glen Fiddich just like you asked for. You want one over ice?" "Yeah, a big one. And I think I'll smoke a quick joint before we get started. This has to be quick, though. I need to be somewhere in an hour." "Wait. That isn't part of the deal. You can't just walk in and expect me to have sex with you once and run out on me." "Tom, this is a business relationship. Time is money. Now we agreed on six dates. If you want more, then we might have to consider this two dates. And then I can stay longer. But not a lot longer." "Josh, baby, I never get to see you any more. My wife thinks I am at an auto parts show. I don't have to be home until tomorrow night? You know money isn't a problem with me. How much until tomorrow afternoon?" Josh just grinned at him. "Tom, you know I don't do things that way. I have people I am supposed to meet. If I did this for you, it would be a huge favor. More than what I owe you now. I don't think this is a good idea at all," Josh said, as he got his coat off the sofa and started towards the door. "Josh, please don't go. If you will stay with me all night, I'll forget about everything you owe me. Please?" Josh just smiled to himself since his back was turned to Tom. "I don't know, Tom. Like I said, I have other plans. Maybe some other time." "Josh look, I'll throw in an extra hundred." Josh turned around and looked Tom in the eye. "I'll regret this later. Make it two hundred and it's a deal. Just give me a few minutes to make some phone calls first." Tom grinned hugely as he got out his wallet. "Done. Just make the calls fast." ****************** "Here's your lunch, Dad," Jim said as he walked into his office. "Extra meat, extra mayo, extra oil and vinegar, extra everything. You aren't going to have a heart attack before you get home, are you?" "Thanks, Jim. So, would you miss me if I did?" "Yeah, a lot. But I would hate myself if I didn't buy a huge insurance policy first," Jim kidded, as he sat the bag down on the table and dodged out of the way of his Dad's playful swing at him. "This is actually good for me. Very few grams of fat, you know." "I know. I'm just kidding. Dad, has anything else happened with the kid?" "No, we put in him a cell to himself, away from all the other prisoners. He still swears this is not his fault." "Can I go talk to him? I think I have seen him before." "NO! Absolutely not!" "Dad, I am good at getting other kids to talk. I guess that is one reason why I want to be a lawyer. I am good at asking questions. Maybe someone his own age could get him to talk where your detectives can't." Jim's Dad started to tell him to stay out of it, then froze with his mouth half open. Maybe that wasn't such a bad an idea after all. "Ok, 5 minutes. 10 at the most. Stay out of his reach. Sergeant French thinks he might be dangerous." "Sergeant French thinks I might be dangerous too. And Mom. And Goldie. Now Goldie might be dangerous if he ever came over to out house again. She sure didn't like him the first time he came over." "Hehehe Leave him out of this. He does tend to get carried away sometimes. And Goldie is a pretty good judge of character for a Golden Retriever." "Yeah, she's the best. So, I can talk to him?" Jim's Dad hesitated but finally said, "It's against my better judgment, but I guess so." "Thanks, Dad. If I break this case wide open, make sure I get all the credit, OK? That would frost Sergeant French's balls!" Jim said as he opened the door and slipped out of his Dad's office, grinning from ear to ear. He had just shut the door behind him as he heard "JIM!" Both were grinning as he walked down to where the cells were. ****************** Rob had gotten the advantage at first and had pinned Ryan under him, but Ryan's greater strength had quickly overpowered him. Ryan reversed the positions, pinning the smaller Rob under him as he lay fully on top of him with his hands holding Rob's hands pinned against his arms near the top of his shoulders. Their faces were only inches apart. "So you thought you could whip me, huh?" Ryan asked. "You cheated. You kneed me in the balls and I couldn't fight back. Otherwise, I would have beaten you." "Yeah, right. So, I get to add liar to the list of all your other faults." Rob struggled with all his might to get away after Ryan said that, but Ryan was on top of him and he was much stronger. "Ok, I give. Get off of me, dick face." "Oh, you have to pay for that comment, my little friend," Ryan said, as he let go of Rob's wrists and moved his hands down to Rob's ribcage. Rob was VERY ticklish and he screamed in agony. He fought with all his might and Ryan did have a lot harder time this time in overpowering him, but he rode all the bounces and gyrations like a bull rider would do a Brahma Bull in a rodeo. But it did cause their bodies to gyrate wildly against each other. When Rob finally gave up out of exhaustion, both boys were tired and Ryan was lying between Rob's legs with Rob's legs wrapped around his back. That put their groin areas in direct contact with each other and both realized at the same time that they had both gotten excited. They stared at each other for agonizing seconds without saying a word. There was no mistaking it. They both could feel the other was excited. Both blushed almost at the same time. And both knew it, since their faces were almost touching. "I ... I guess I should let you up now that I have proved that I can kick your butt," Ryan said. "Yeah, I guess so," Rob answered, as they stared into each other's eyes. Ryan got off of Rob and turned his back to him, wishing his erection would go down. He tried his best to nonchalantly move it down the side of his left thigh to conceal it within his shorts, but was still blushing more and more. `What the fuck is going on with me?' he thought. `No way in Hell I am gay'. Rob was thinking the same thing. He didn't get up immediately when Ryan got off of him. He watched Ryan and even noticed Ryan trying to hide his erection. Both boys were very confused. "I forgot. I have to clean my room before my Dad gets home. You know how he can be. Mr. Perfect doesn't have to keep his room as clean as I do. I'd better go home. Bye," Ryan said as he opened the door and almost ran out of Rob's room. Rob didn't even answer Ryan or get off the bed. He was totally confused. His brain seemed to belong to someone else. All the conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. He just closed his eyes and thought about everything that just happened. Over and over again. ***************** "Hi." No response. Brian was laying on the hard bunk bed with his body turned away from the bars to his cell. "My name is Jim. I would like to talk to you if you'd like to talk." No response. "I think I've seen you at school. Don't you go to Brookwood High?" Brian didn't say anything for a few seconds and then said "Yeah". "Me too. My Dad is Chief of Police. That is why is got to come back here and talk to you. You want anything?" "No. Just leave me alone, OK? "Ok. Can I ask you one question before I leave?" No response for a long time, then Brian said, "I guess so." "Did you really try and kill yourself?" Brian hesitated for a long time, then said, "Yeah. Sleeping pills and alcohol. I was stupid. You want to know something funny? I would be dead right now except a friend of mine named Jim talked me out of it last night. Small world, isn't it?" That statement sent chills up Jim's spine, as he remembered the long night he had spent last night. His eyes got wide as the possibility hit him all at once. "You aren't Snake, are you?" Brian was about to tell Jim to go to Hell and leave him in his misery when his words shook him to his core. He jumped up off the bunk and ran to the cell bars. "JIM? MY JIM?" 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. All comments will also be forwarded to the eleven guys from the group that are in the story.