Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2004 02:19:04 -0500 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: WAR - Part Six Chapter 11 W.A.R. Part Six - Commencement Chapter Eleven - The Same-Sex Ban by Jeff Wilson The day dragged on and on at school the late February Tuesday when Brett came home. School was slowly becoming a hell. Without Brett, I had no relief from the constant boredom that had become my senior year. I just kept waiting for the axe to fall on my head over the whole valedictorian crap. I knew it was coming eventually. I was going to get screwed over somehow. It was just a matter of when. Sure I had other friends, but it just wasn't the same. Most of them were more Brett's friends than mine. I wasn't unpopular or anything, but people weren't clamoring for my attention either. I was just there most of the time. Serving my time until graduation like everyone else. Dustin met up with me after class in the hall as I was heading to my locker. "So, is lover boy home today?" He asked. Even though everybody knew about me, I still looked around to see who noticed when people talked about my particular sexual persuasion. I quickly realized how dumb I looked and tried pretend I hadn't just looked like a dork. "He got home at noon today." I said excitedly. Just knowing that he was home put a smile on my face that I couldn't quite get rid of. "Bet you can't wait to get home, huh?" Dustin said. "Shut up!" I said. "That's not the only thing on our minds all the time you know." "I didn't say anything. You're putting words in my mouth. And who knows what you'll be putting in your mouth later." "Oh come on. I mean sure, that might happen. But his mom might be home too. We can still have a good time just being together. I might just stop in to say hi." "Now you're a no good dirty liar." Dustin replied. As we walked down the hall, we noticed a crowd of kids gathered around a bulletin board. There was quite a buzz in the group. Dustin and I decided to check out what the commotion was all about. There on the bulletin board was a message directly from the school board: Attention All Students/Staff: Recently, it has been brought to the attention of the board that certain students are planning to sabotage this year's senior prom with acts which are against our towns moral values. Let it be known that the prom is for male/female couples only. Same sex couples are not permitted. Any act of same-sex activity at the prom or any other school activity is strictly prohibited and will be punished by suspension from school and expulsion from all extra-curricular activities, and forfeiture of class rank. Signed, John Taylor, School Board President "Wow, that's pretty harsh..." I heard a girl say. "About time somebody did something about that crap." Another voice said. "They can't do that, can they?" A boy said. "I mean there's laws and stuff right?" I just stared at the name on the bottom of the page. Mr. Taylor... Sarah's dad. I couldn't believe it actually. I couldn't believe that the school board would make up a rule just to get me. "Wow, they're over the line on this one. That can't be legal." Dustin said. I just kept staring at that paper. "You think Miss Winston knows?" I heard a boy say. "I mean she's got the club and all." I walked up to the board and ripped the paper from it and walked quickly down the hall toward Miss Winston's room. I walked into her classroom and found her staring out the window. "You knew this was coming didn't you." I said, holding the paper in my hand. I was barely able to keep from yelling. I was shaking with rage. "I warned you that it was going to get tough. The saddest thing is that they'll get away with it because the community thinks it's a good idea. Years of work down the toilet." Miss Winston said. She just kept staring out the window. "So they're going to punish every gay kid in the school because of me?" I said. "I wouldn't say that. The hatred has always been there. I'm pretty sure that there would have been a ban anyway. Taylor did specifically ask for that class rank line. But the ban was coming long before you came out." "I didn't come out, I was shoved out by my idiot mother. And this is the result! Fucking assholes!" The bell rang for the end of the day. Miss Winston turned to face me. "I'm sorry, Billy. I really am." "So you're not going to do anything?" I asked. "Billy, I've run out of fight. I can't do it anymore. I've been fighting for twenty years. I've had enough." I was shocked. I had never heard Miss Winston sound so worn out. "So that's it? You're going to give up?" "I've given everything I have to give and it has all been for nothing, Billy. Twenty years and all I have to show for it is that note in your hand. I've failed." "That's bullshit!" I said. "Can you tell me one good thing that's come about from all the years I've put into trying to make people understand?" "You helped me accept who I am." I said. "You would have done that without me. You're one of the strongest kids I've ever known. And Brett's even stronger than you are. You boys would have been fine without me." "What about all the kids who aren't strong?" I asked. "What about them?" Miss Winston sighed. "I don't know that it was worth building up their hopes only to have this happen. I'm sorry Billy." She gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder and then gathered her belongings and walked out the door. I was left standing holding that stupid letter in my hand. I folded up the paper and put it in my pocket. I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life before that moment. I knew I wanted to do something important, but that was the day that I knew for sure what I was going to do with my life. I was going to make sure that no kid was every going to have to go through something like this again. I had always been interested in laws and politics, but that was the day I swore that I was going to make a difference. I walked out to the car with a new sense of purpose. Dustin didn't say anything when we got into the car. He probably thought that I was angry. I was, but it was more than that. I was more focused than I'd ever been. I didn't say anything all the way to Dustin's house. "You okay?" Dustin asked. "Oh yeah." I said. "You sure?" Dustin asked again. "You're not going to do anything stupid?" "Something stupid was already done." I replied. "I'll see ya." I drove off toward Brett's house, leaving Dustin to wonder if I'd finally snapped once and for all. And maybe I had. I was tired of being treated like a monster because of the person I was in love with. That letter on the bulletin board was kind of like the last straw. I pulled into Brett's driveway and walked into the house. Brett was resting on the couch wearing just a pair of boxers. His wounded leg was propped up on a bunch of pillows. He was playing a video game and smiled when he saw me. "Hey." He said happily. "Your mom home?" I asked. "No." He replied. "Good. Fuck me." I said, pulling off my shirt. Brett's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Um... Sure..." He said. The words had hardly got out of his mouth before I had my pants and underwear off. I grabbed hold of his boxers and had them on the floor before he even knew what was happening. I lubed up his dick with my spit before I straddled his hips and forced him into me. I grunted because it hurt to drive him so deep into me without proper lube, but I didn't care. Brett didn't know quite how to react to what I was doing. We had never just fucked before. It was always about making love. But this time, I just wanted to fuck. I just wanted to feel him in me. I drove myself down onto him repeatedly, my hands on his chest to balance myself. One leg straddled between his hip and the couch back. My other leg reached the floor and enabled me to force myself up and down hard against him. Brett hardly knew what hit him and I felt him fill my ass with warmth when he came. But that didn't stop me from continuing to impale myself on his dick. If anything, it made me fuck him even harder. Brett softened a little, but he stiffened up with my repeated onslaught on his dick. He put his hands on my hips and tried to thrust, but he didn't have the strength. But that didn't matter, because I was relentless on him. His belly tightened and he blew another load into my body. But I kept thrusting down on to him, this time even faster than before. "Billy, stop. I can't do anymore." Brett begged. I responded by thrusting myself all the way down onto him and then jerking off for a few seconds before blasting him in the face and chest with my cum. Brett grabbed a tissue and wiped the semen out of his eyes. I pulled off him and headed off to the bathroom. When I returned, still naked, Brett was struggling to get his boxers back on. He winced in pain as he lifted himself up to pull them up. "What was that about?" He asked angrily. "What? You didn't want to do it?" I asked. "Not like that." Brett replied, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on. "It was like you weren't even you. You just fucked the hell out of me and hardly even looked at me." "You didn't like it?" I asked. "No." Brett replied, pulling his necklace from under his shirt. "Well, you came twice. What's the problem?" "You just used me to get your nuts off, that's all. I just felt like all you cared about was getting fucked instead of making love." Brett grabbed a pair of shorts and thought about putting them on for a second, before tossing them on the floor angrily. "Well, sorry for making you shoot your load up my ass two fucking times then." I replied peevishly. "I thought you liked fucking me." "I do, but not what just happened here. You never even kissed me or anything. And then you shot me right in the face with your stuff. It was just... fucking. It's never just fucking with us." "Well sorry! I'll just jack off next time! I thought you'd appreciate that I waited until you were out of the hospital. I've got needs too, you know." "Hey, let's not fight about it... I know that you have needs and that, but I have feelings and you hurt them, alright. I missed you and I was looking forward to being with you again. And now we're done and I don't feel like we did anything. I just didn't like that you were so unemotional about it. That's all." "I wasn't unemotional. I love you with all my heart. I just wanted to fuck and I didn't want to wait. Sorry if you thought I was being an asshole about it." "I love you for you, not because you get me off, Billy." He said. "I know... Forgive me?" "Of course I do... Just, don't do that again, okay. I've never felt cheap after sex until this time. You know?" "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I guess I just missed you." "Which did you miss more, me or my dick?" Brett asked seriously, not joking like he usually would when asking that question. "You. School is hell without you. Home is hell without you. Your house was hell because you weren't here. I missed you like crazy." "I missed you too. I couldn't wait to see you again. I was never so bored in all my life. I'm glad you brought my stuff down. You should see how I have to take a piss." "I remember pissing all over the seat when I was trying to figure out how to hold it with the wrong hand when I broke my arm." I said. "Well, here, you want to empty this?" Brett asked, holding up a bottle filled with a yellow liquid. I tried not to look like he'd just grossed me out. "Since I hurt your feelings earlier, I guess so." I said, taking the bottle from him and dumping the contents in the toilet. You can only do that for someone you really love. "So, did I miss anything in school?" Brett asked. "Just this..." I replied, finding my pants and pulling the note from my pocket. Brett took it and I watched him read it. I could almost see the blood drain from his face. "That can't be legal." He said after completing the letter. "It's not." I replied. "Well, we can't let them get away with this. Did you talk to Miss Win..." "Miss Winston is giving up." I interrupted. "No fucking way..." Brett said. "She's had enough." I said. "Wow... I never thought she'd give up on us." "Not on us, Brett. But she's just been fighting these people all her life. People like my mom and Pastor Asshole and Mr. Taylor... They've been there all along." Brett shifted on the couch and winced from pain. "Take some medicine." I said. "I'm fine." Brett replied. "Maybe if someone hadn't repeatedly pounded his hundred forty pound ass on top of me..." "I'm one-fifty now, I'll have you know." I replied. "I noticed that you look a lot better now. Your ribs aren't poking out anymore." Brett replied. "I'd like to get back to one-sixty again." I said. "That felt about right." "So is this letter the reason why you were so weird today?" Brett asked. "Maybe..." I replied. "Mom's home." Brett said and I heard the garage door opening up. "You better get dressed. Mom's been cool, but I don't think she wants to find you naked in her living room." "Right." I said, gathering up my clothes and putting them back on. I managed to be fully clothed by the time Dr. Reilly walked in. "Hello boys!" She called from the kitchen. "Billy, can you help me bring some groceries in?" I helped her bring in the bags from the car and then helped her make dinner. I showed her the note that I'd pulled from the bulletin board. She sighed heavily. "Why do people have to be so cruel to my boys?" She said. I have to admit that even though I was feeling angry about the letter, the way she called me and Brett "her boys" really made me feel better. We ate with Brett in the living room and discussed what we might do to fight the school board. Dr. Reilly said she would talk to one of her lawyer friends to see what he could do. "I'm sure we can get this thrown out. They can't tell people who they can and can't be with. And Brett, please don't throw your tissues on the floor." She reached down to pick one up. "I brought this garbage can down here for a... what the heck is this... Oh my God!!!" She exclaimed, dropping the tissue. Brett burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh that is just... That's so... Whoever that belongs to, you can pick it up." She said, heading to the kitchen to wash her hands. I walked over and picked up the tissue and tossed it away. Brett laughed for a good five minutes afterward, and Dr. Reilly may have washed her hands for the same amount of time. Sometimes I just didn't know what I was going to do with the Reillys... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Well, things just keep getting tougher for poor Billy. Thank you for your patience as I get things ready for the final chapters of the story! jkwsquirrel@yahoo.com or vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com