The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH5
Six months had gone by, with no incidents from anyone except for Justin and Smithy, who were really into sex and came up with jack off parties when they could. It seems the boy scouts gave them the idea for that. Most of us participated, even though I could tell many were only doing it so they were not left out of anything. I thought this was pretty normal because no one was touching each other, but you could see everyone was watching each other. It was fun.
Everyone but Justin and me had birthdays, but ours would be coming up soon. Travis was now ten and a half and had become active with rubbing himself, and his preoccupation with sex was growing. I didn't start that soon but everyone starts at different ages, I guess. Boys and girls from my class showed up for my birthday and I was pretty much in heaven clowning around with the guys and flirting with the girls. I did not realize I was getting the evil eye from Travis the entire time. In our circle, no gifts were actually bought. Everyone gave cards and some had large amounts of paper money and some were smaller amounts.
Mom and Dad picked me up at the school, and on the way home told me to take a bath and a nap, we would be going to Travis' house for a small dinner party. It was mostly about being together. Girls, on the other hand, were more selective of the boys they invited. Joe and I were usually asked and sometimes others. We decided whether to go to these parties based on what other boys were invited.
On March fifth, school let out, it was over, and our summer had started. Because we were in the southern desert, we had no snow days or bad weather days, so we normally got out over a month earlier than northern states. We were pretty pleased about it because now the parents would let up a little and let us camp and stay over at each others house more, and of course, the girls ran around in shorts and swimsuits. Boy, were they better looking than last year!
The first week of April, we had planned a camp out. Travis was still at University during the day so we planned it for a Friday and would come back Sunday night. Mac and Travis' dad would take us so there was at least someone to watch over us. I didn't understand that since I still had the FM radio in case of trouble, but a couple of parents insisted on at least one adult there. We caved in and let it be because we were losing the battle.
I had lost all my baby fat, you could see the beginning of a six-pack on me, and my butt cheeks didn't touch each other. I was pretty proud of what I accomplished with the help of Mac and Travis. The karate we had taken during the winter helped all of us, even many of the girls who took them. Not everyone took the lessons but most did. Mac did not own the dojo but he was a black belt there and gave lessons to the older kids and adults. Although there were times that he watched over the 6th through 8th grades, he was usually off with others.
We had learned enough to hurt someone badly, but mainly ourselves. The school was part of an association that used different colored belts for ranking. There were a few that got hurt and only one seriously, but he came back in about eight weeks ready for more. He only said things happen and it won't happen again to him. Out of 8 belts, Travis was at 5th level and I and most the others were at 4th level.
I do not think Travis was any better than the rest of us, but physically he could take and do more, and having a black belt in the house didn't hurt anything either. The one thing about the owner, Mr. Perrin, is that he was always putting down the women and girls. Just once in awhile, but he would say something and make sure we all heard it. I don't know how the others felt, but I didn't like it, and I knew many of the parents, especially the mothers, wouldn't like it. Other than that, everything was great. So it came as a surprise that Thursday before the camp out when my parents dully told me we would be eating at Travis' house. When I asked why, they just said to eat of course. By the way they were acting, I thought maybe I did something wrong. Maybe Travis' told them about the jack off circle, but I was worried.
I took a bath and put on my dress shorts and a knit pullover shirt and presented myself to Mom and Dad, who were really dressed nice. They approved, and off we went. Dad and Travis' dad had a drink or two before dinner. Mac showed me his room, and then told me that Travis was at his grandmothers and wouldn't be here for the meal. It was odd, and then I had a strange feeling that they got rid of Travis to confront me about something. I was not wrong. They were definitely going to talk to me.
The ladies seemed happy. The fathers were getting along, and Mac was treating me like family. Travis' mom and dad even gave me a hug as if nothing at all was wrong. In fact, they kept smiling at me knowingly. About what, is what was bothering me the most. During dinner, they asked silly questions about plans for the summer. Plans for exercising, plans for karate, swimming lessons and a score of other things were discussed. When we finished, Mac and I cleared the table as if we were going to play a game. I just wasn't sure what game, but new drinks were poured and we sat at the table.
Travis' dad smiled "How about a game of truth or dare without the dares?"
There was no doubt in my mind I was in trouble for something, and this game was meant to get it out of me. I said nothing and looked at the tablecloth while everyone else was saying how he or she thought it was a great idea. They must have thought I was stupid. I would play along and just watch what I was saying.
The first two rounds were simple things. When it was Mac's turn, he boldly asked if I loved Travis. Huh? What does he mean love Travis? What are you talking about? What is this all about anyway? Thoughts like that zipped through my head like a roller coaster ride and I got an immediate headache. "It depends on what you mean love. I love Travis the same as I do everyone else in class."
My dad spoke up, "This is ridiculous, let's just say it outright!"
The table was quiet for a moment, then Mac sighed, "Steve, for the last few months, Travis has told me a lot of things. Actually, as far as I can tell, he tells me everything. Things I shouldn't even hear. That is what we are here about."
I looked at him, "Okay, what does that have to do with me?"
Mom said, "Honey, this conversation is about you."
I swallowed hard, having no idea what Travis had told anyone, but I was worried he told about that one day last summer and I was about to be ruined, sent off to an all-boys school, or maybe even jail, like Tristan warned me about.
Dad smiled, "I can see you are worried. You are not in trouble. Mainly, we want to sort out some things. Since you are older, we thought you wouldn't be as confused as with Travis sitting here with us, so he went to his grandma's house and has no idea you are here. You are not in trouble at all." He repeated.
I sat back in my chair, resigned to the fact that I was indeed in big trouble, and I would go to prison for something I didn't do. Or maybe it was something I did do, but didn't want it to happen.
"Mac, you start by telling us what Travis' has told you and how you feel about it." Travis' dad said.
Mac frowned and sat a minute, then looked at me, "If I thought you had done something to Travis, we wouldn't be sitting here talking. This goes a little beyond that. About fifty percent of weight lifters are gay, twenty-five percent are bi, and ten percent are hetero. The others don't have sex at all, except with themselves, I suppose. When someone is an over achiever, those figures are almost doubled. I looked all this up and printed it out, if and when you ever want to see it."
Okay, by now, I knew that had I done something wrong, Mac would rip my eyes and skin off before beating me up. I did know what he was talking about just by how he was saying it, although I wasn't exactly sure of the meaning behind gay and hetero or bi, but I knew they were talking about sex between boys. Mac continued, "At first we thought Travis was seeing you as his hero. Now we are not so sure. Over the last few months, he has been crying a lot. He has had a fever several times and the doctor says he is fine. He talks about you constantly and wants to know why you can't love him they way he loves you."
I looked around the room at the others, then looked at Mac, "But I do love him. I am not sure what he means when he says I do not love him."
My dad covered his mouth and I knew he was trying not to laugh. Mom elbowed him and spoke, "His parents and Mac think that maybe he is in love with you like a girl loves a boy."
"What do you think?" Travis' mom asked me.
"If he does, he hasn't said anything to me." I answered.
Mac coughed, "I have already told them what he did."
I sat a few minutes, wondering what was said. Not knowing, I just sat there saying nothing, trying not to look guilty, which probably failed. Mac saw that I was going to remain silent so he continued, "Didn't he rub oil on your bits, which aroused you, and then later, when you were done doing what boys do, he kissed it?"
Then, I know I turned red, "The oil was not my fault, and I did not expect it. We were outside..."
"You do not have to be defensive dear. Just tell us what happened." Travis' mom said.
"I didn't want to touch myself in front of the other boys. When I wouldn't do it, Travis decided he was going to do it for me, so the bugs wouldn't get me. So, yes, it grew in front of everyone. I went in the tent and hid. This is so embarrassing! I haven't done anything!"
My dad was a little more serious now, "Tell the rest of it Steve."
By this time, I was about in tears, "When I opened my eyes in the tent, Travis was kneeling beside me. He kissed the red part. But as soon as I got out of the tent. I told him it was wrong and he can't do that anymore." I blurted out, "He hasn't done a thing wrong since then, I swear!"
Travis' dad smiled, "Settle down. It is okay, Steve. No one is blaming you for anything." He turned to Mac, "Since he told you everything back then, what happened since?"
"He is always talking about Steve holding him and kissing him. He thinks Steve and he should be touching each other, and it is killing him he can be so close and feel so unwanted." Mac said, as if it happened all the time, "It is driving him crazy."
Travis' Dad sighed, "Now we have to decide what to do about it." He turned to Mac, "Go on."
Mac frowned, being put in a position he didn't like, "You only think about girls, right Steve?"
I nodded. He continued, "Yet, sometimes you think of Travis like you would a girl, not often, but sometimes. Travis will wiggle against you. Sometimes how he touches you or makes sure he falls asleep on you just right to bother you even though he is doing nothing."
I didn't say a word, but I started balling my eyes out. Mac stood up and left, he came back with tissues for my eyes and nose and he got behind me and started rubbing my neck. Mac spoke to the parents, "You can see that Steve is trying to do what is right, and this all lies on Travis. Steve, like anyone, just has so much will power before Travis will win out. We know Travis will not give up."
My dad shook his head not knowing what to say. My mom sat with her mouth open, but quiet for the first time since I was born. Travis' dad was frowning but his mom spoke, "Well, that does confuse one." She said while I looked at her big tummy. Seems Travis was having a baby brother or sister soon. She continued, "I don't care if Travis is gay or not as long as he is happy." She looked over at my mom and dad, "I will understand if you do not want him around Steven anymore, and I will see to it that it is stopped, if you want. You look very concerned."
Dad asked for another drink while he thought. My mom looked at me in sympathy. Everyone was watching them. Dad took a slow drink and sat down the glass, "How do you feel about all of this Steve?"
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I really couldn't tell anyone about what happened that night. Either they would call Travis terrible names, or me for that matter, or they would ostracize us both for something Travis couldn't help. What Mac said was true. I had begun fantasizing about Travis just as much as I did the girls, just not the way Mac had imagined, and Travis already wanted me to be his girlfriend in secret. Two weeks had passed and I wondered if I had made the right decision and if Travis' mouth would end up getting me in more trouble as he got older.
I sat on the rock in the middle of the desert, naked. The rest of the gang were flying kites. There was a breeze enough to keep the kites flying and that breeze was enough to keep us all cool. Justin came running over just in his sandals wagging his meat and veggies. His brown eyes were pleading, "Can you fix it?"
I took some tape and started fixing the kite. It had a rough landing. He was studying me, "We haven't seen Travis in awhile. Is he sick or something?"
I shook my head, "His mom is having a baby so he is staying near home."
"Well some of us miss him. He was always so fun when he wasn't talking about us and what we ate." Justin laughed.
I sighed, "Justin, I don't know if he will be back at all, much less if he wants to come back. You know he has many things he is into. Maybe he just outgrew us." It wasn't exactly a lie but I sure couldn't tell him what it was about either.
"Everyone can tell you miss him, Steve. You have been doing things with us but not really being a participant, not as you used to anyway. Maybe those muscles are getting in the way?"
I finished the kite and handed it to him, "Of course I miss him, but I cannot control him now can I? It's fixed. Try not and dive it into the ground again." He grinned and ran off. I sat and thought. Personally, I didn't think Travis was gay. Maybe he was confused about how he felt for me, but how could he be gay at that age. I looked at my classmates playing on the desert floor. The colorful kites were flying in the breeze.
An hour later, the boys started breaking up and going home. Tristan and Joe came over, "You coming or staying?" Joe asked.
"I think I will stay awhile. I just..."
Tristan interrupted, "He just misses him. It's better off we leave him be for a few days." Joe shrugged and started walking off. "I'll catch up in a few minutes, Joe!" Tristan yelled.
My friend looked at me, "Did you guys have sex or something? Is that why he is gone? Did you get caught doing something?"
"It's nothing like that at all, and we are not gay." I answered half-heartedly.
Okay, in reality, I didn't know if Travis was gay. I didn't want him to be gay. I know I sure didn't want to be gay, no matter what I fantasized about. I have never even been kissed, and all of a sudden, I am thinking of Travis. Don't you just hate yourself sometimes? No, I didn't hate myself because I was confused about what I felt inside. I did not understand. Before Travis, I thought about every girl I knew and actresses and every girl on the kids channels, but now I think about one boy. Not lots of boys, just one, and as time went on, the girls faded further and further away, unless I saw a sexy picture, then that would last a little while, but before I was finished, Travis was back in my head. It was not fair.
Here I was, sitting on the desert alone, feeling sorry for myself, wondering if I should have said the exact opposite of what I wanted. Then, maybe I wouldn't feel like this. It was apparent that the others boys were thinking things, things I did not want them to think. It was getting serious. But then there was the truth. Did I actually love Travis as he wanted me to, or was it just lust for something I could have had? Was it because I knew I could sex with him and he would like that, or because my heart broke when he wasn't around, maybe would never be around again? I didn't know what love was. I wasn't fooling myself. I knew if I got hot between the legs, I had to run and take care of it right away because I was a jack-off addict. We are not meant to have love. We just care about ourselves. I cried.
When I settled down, I blew my snot on the ground and wiped my face and eyes with my T-shirt. I needed to get dressed and go on home before it got cooler and the rattlesnakes came out. Then I saw him coming. It was Travis. He started taking his clothes off, as he got nearer. Then I could see his face. He wasn't smiling. He came up about an arm's length away and yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are telling anyone we can't see each other anymore?"
I didn't see it coming. A foot hit me under the chin and tumbled me over the rock. I landed on my ass. I stood up as he came around the rock, "You had no right to do that!" He yelled as he went to kick again. This time I blocked it and hit him in the chest, he hit the ground hard.
"Stop it Travis!" I yelled. I looked up and saw the other boys running toward us, "Half the school is coming, what did you tell them?"
He stood up and a roundhouse kick hit me in the side of the head knocking me down hard. He was still yelling, "You belong to me now. I am yours and you can't ever leave!" His next kick missed as I rolled over and swept his standing foot, dropping him to the ground again, "You stinking cheater you know that's not fair!"
We were both standing and he faked me with a kick and came in close. I blocked several times before I was able to punch him in the nose... hard.
"Shit! You broke my nose, you moron!" He yelled, and then continued to come after me. I elbowed him in the chest and that knocked the air out of him, doubly so when he hit the ground hard again. He looked up, "You cheat so much! You wouldn't have got out of 6th grade without my help, or is that how you did it by cheating?" How he flew off the ground is beyond me, but before I could move, I had bitten into my lip and my nose was bleeding. I was stunned. He hit me several more times, knocking the air out of me. I expected more but he backed off, "Just so you know, I am going to do this every time I find you until I am too old or you are dead, that is your choice!"
As I started to get up, he attacked again. This time, I caught his leg, throwing him off balance. As his arms waved to catch himself, I hit him with my fist several times in the ribs until his weight toppled him over. He didn't move. He was breathing hard, but he didn't move, then he said, "I think you broke me to bits." He started laughing, "This doesn't happen in the movies." He began to cough and blood came out of his mouth.
The other boys came to help him up. He yelled at them to stay back. He sat up carefully and looked at me, "Give me a minute and I will finish you off!"
Then he fell over unconscious. I fell to my knees, happy it was over, and fell next to him. In the distance, I heard a motorcycle and sirens. The sun was in my eyes, "Travis?" I asked.
"I am still here; it's going to take more than a few broken bones from a cheater to kill me."
"Travis?"
"What, dick head?"
"Travis, if you promise to stop hitting me, I will tell you something. You can't ever hit me again though." I said.
I heard the motorcycle stop and Mac's and David's voices yelling so they could get through. Travis shouted back at me, "What do you have to say that would stop me from beating you up?"
I started coughing when I rolled on my side to look at him, "Travis, I love you!"
I saw Mac's white karate GI, and then the world blacked out.
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