Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 00:18:12 +0100
From: AP Webb <pjalexander1753@gmail.com>
Subject: D'n'M Part 2 Chapter 11

This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M.
As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys.  However, sex is
not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all.  It will
make more sense if you read Part 1 before starting on this second
instalment.

All the characters and events in the story are fictitious.  Any resemblance
to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.

The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the
express permission of the author who can be contacted at
pjalexander1753@gmail.com

D'n'M Part 2

From Chapter 10:

What was it Tye had said?  Something about needing to be wary of
Mr. Roberts, and also of stories that he'd heard about the teacher.  It was
beginning to seem that every piece of the jig-saw had some connection with
Mr. Rogers and the soccer team.  Maybe that was it -- whatever `it' was.
Milo knew that he had to work out the link between all the pieces of the
puzzle and there was one person who might be able to help him do that.

**********

Chapter 11:

After a much better night's sleep (helped by a very satisfactory jerk-off,
fuelled by memories of his previous visit to AR Sports) and a rushed
breakfast of a banana and mouthful of milk (swigged directly from the
carton -- his mum would have had something to say about that!), Milo was
cycling downtown before nine o'clock the following morning.  Normally at
this time on a Saturday he'd be pedalling in the opposite direction on his
way to swimming practice, but his mission today was way more important,
even though he knew he'd have to face the inevitable (and possibly
punitive) consequences of skipping practice soon enough.  For now, though,
his focus was on doing whatever was needed to help D through this crisis.
What had D's brother, Tom, once told him? - better to act first and be
prepared to apologise later, than to do nothing and forever regret it.
Well, this was definitely one of those times to act.

AR Sports was still closed when Milo arrived, with no sign of life to be
seen through the plate glass windows at the front of the store, so he had
no choice but to wait outside until Tye turned up to start his shift and
open up.  Milo desperately hoped the sexy assistant would not only remember
him but would also be willing to offer more specific information about
Mr. Roberts and the soccer team.  If not ..., well, if not wasn't something
Milo could allow himself to think about.  Quite simply, Tye had to provide
the last piece of the puzzle.  There were no other options.

Milo was so deep in thought that he was startled to hear his name being
spoken aloud.

"Morning.  Milo isn't it?  Good to see you again.  Have you come to be
measured for some more compression shorts?"

Yes, he really was as hot as Milo remembered, made even more so by the wide
and open smile on the handsome face.  Instantly the two competing halves of
his mind sprang into action, one eagerly anticipating a repeat of the
jerk-off action from last time and, who knew, maybe something a bit more
adventurous, the other determined to keep Milo focused on the important
reason for this meeting.  The first half reluctantly backed down, whilst
secretly hoping for a later change of heart.

"Oh yeah, I mean no.  I mean, yes it's Milo and no I'm not here for more
shorts.  I really need to talk to you; to ask you about something you said
last time I was here."

"Something about that very impressive cock of yours, I hope."

Milo blushed as half his mind perked up again, along with his dick.

"Glad you haven't forgotten," he replied with a nervous half smile on his
face, before half his mind firmly reminded him what he was there for.  "But
no, that's not why I'm here.  I need to ask you about Mr. Roberts, the
teacher at the high school?  I remember you said something last time about
needing to be wary of him.  What did you mean?"

The smile disappeared from Tye's face.  "Why do you want to know?" he
asked, warily.

Milo immediately sensed that this was a subject Tye was not comfortable
with, so, hesitantly at first but with growing clarity and determination,
Milo explained about D and of his suspicion that Mr. Roberts was somehow
connected with his friend's distressed and distressing state.  As he spoke
Tye unlocked the store and ushered them both inside, switching on the
lights, computer terminals and cash registers.  By the time Milo had
finished explaining what he knew he was shaking from head to foot and tears
were flowing freely down his face.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Tye as he wrapped the younger boy in a tight and
consoling hug.  "I should have told you more.  If I had, maybe you could
have nipped things in the bud and your friend Dan wouldn't be in the state
he is.  Believe me, I am sooo sorry.  Shiiit!"

"But what exactly did you mean?  And nip what in the bud?" Milo questioned
through his tears.

Tye briefly returned to the front doors of the store and re-locked them
before guiding Milo to the staff restroom.  There he filled a glass with
water and sat them both down.

"You have to understand," he began, "that what I'm about to say could get
me in a lot of trouble and seriously piss off some important people in this
town.  Do you understand?"

Milo didn't, but nodded anyway.

"And all of it is hearsay.  I've absolutely no proof.  But if it's true
then it could well explain why your friend is in such a bad way."

Milo's hopes began to go up as his tears slowed, then stopped.  It sounded
as if Tye really might be able to provide the missing piece of the jigsaw.

"I moved to this area with only one year of high school to do and I left
two and a half years ago," continued Tye.  "I'd played some soccer at my
old school although gymnastics and athletics were what I was really into."

Milo had no problem believing that.  Tye was the perfect size and build for
both sports.

"When Mr. Roberts found out that I'd played some soccer before he said I
should try out for the team."

"But you didn't?"

"I was going to, but you know how guys talk."

Milo nodded.

"I started to hear rumours, more like whispers really, and a couple of my
gymnastics buddies hinted that the soccer team was one to avoid."

"Did they say why?"

"Not in so many words.  But I could tell they were scared.  And that
surprised me because these were big and popular guys.  Even one of the
girls on the track team warned me off.  It took me a while before I could
get anyone to fill in any of the gaps, and even then it was just hints and
maybes."

"What did they say?  Was it about the way Mr. Roberts ran the team?"

The more Tye explained about what he knew, the more uncomfortable he
looked.  Now it seemed as if he wasn't going to say any more.  "I shouldn't
be saying any of this.  I've got no proof and it could do me a lot of
damage."

"I don't understand.  What sort of damage?"

"Lose me this job, for one.  It's Mr. Roberts' brother who owns AR Sports.
He's my boss."

"But you can't stop now."  Milo was desperate for Tye to continue.  "My
friend Dan is really hurting and if Mr. Roberts has got anything to do with
it I need you to tell me."  He spoke with all the insistence he could
muster, which was a lot.  "I promise your name will never be mentioned, if
that's what you want.  But you've got to tell me.  I'm begging you.
Pleeease!"  Milo's desperation was clear in his voice.  He couldn't bear
the thought that, having got this close to being able to help D, his hopes
were about to be trashed.

Tye could see the desperation in Milo's eyes, but he was genuinely
conflicted.  He wasn't lying when he said he had no evidence for the
allegations he might be about to make, but it was certainly no lie that his
job would be on the line if anything he said was ever traced back to him.
And maybe not just his job.  He took a deep breath.

"Okay, here's what I can do.  I want to help you and Dan, really I do, but
it's not straight forward.  I need this job to help me get through sports
college.  My family doesn't have a lot of money and I don't need to find
myself up to my neck in any sort of shit.  You understand?"

Milo nodded, finally feeling hopeful that the key piece of the puzzle was
about to be revealed.

Tye continued, "I can tell you what I heard - what the rumours were - but
you have to promise me not to go round repeating anything I say, and
definitely never mention my name.  Deal?"

"Deal," affirmed Milo.

Tye took a deep breath.  "Right, well, from what I heard, it was often kids
who were in the squad but not regular members of the team, or guys who went
to him for advice about fitness and stuff.  They were the ones who seemed
most affected."

"That's just like Dan," said Milo.  "He went to Mr. Roberts for advice
about improving his strength and fitness, you know, building up his muscles
and stuff.  And Jamal, one of the other guys on the team, he said that some
of the weaker members of the squad weren't keen on bad-mouthing Mr. Roberts
in case they lost their place."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

"But what happened?  Were they being bullied by him?"

"Not bullied exactly."

"Then what?  Was he hurting them?"

"Oh no, he was too clever for that.  From what I heard he never actually
laid a finger on anyone."

"So?"  Milo could feel his patience starting to wander off into the long
grass.

"Apparently he made them ... do things.  So he could watch."

"Things?  What sort of things?"  This was a question, but Milo had a
growing and nasty feeling that he knew exactly what Tye meant by `things'.

"You know.  Sex stuff.  Do I need to paint you a picture?"  Tye was clearly
becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the content of this conversation.

"No.  No.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you.  I'm just trying to get
my head around this."

Tye raised an open palm in acknowledgement of Milo's apology.  His sense of
inner conflict was not going away, but he wished Milo would, although, when
he thought back over this conversation later, he was proud of himself for
`doing the right thing' as his dad would have said.

"So let me get this right," Milo persisted.  "A teacher at my school is
getting his sexual thrills by forcing boys my age to do `stuff' so he can
watch?"

"Yeah, and if they don't ...."

"They lose their place in the squad."  Milo completed the sentence.  "The
one thing they're desperate not to happen."

"That pretty much sums it up," agreed Tye.

"Poor D.  No wonder he's so messed up.  No wonder he doesn't want anything
else to do with soccer.  No wonder he can't even get his skinny butt out of
bed.  Oh Daaan."  Milo could feel the tears building up again but he forced
them back down.  Finally, he'd got a complete picture.  Now he had
something to work with.  Now he could help D get out of that pit.  "Wait
till I get my hands on that bastard, I'll ..."

Tye was instantly on his feet and had both hands on Milo's shoulders.
"No!" he shouted.  "You can't repeat a word of this.  I told you, it's all
hearsay and there's no actual proof."

"But ..."

"No buts.  We had a deal and you've got to stick to it.  And if you mention
my name in connection to any of this I'll deny every word.  Clear?"

Reluctantly Milo nodded his head.  No sooner had everything looked as if it
was going to get sorted out than it was all as mixed up and as far away as
ever.  Aaaagh!  He was so frustrated.

Suddenly there came the sound of banging from the front doors of the store.

"Shit!" expleted Tye.  "The doors are still locked and someone wants to get
in.  I hope to god it's a customer and not my boss.  He'll sack me on the
spot."

Milo was quickly on his feet and making for the doors.

"Not that way.  If it is my boss it'll only make things worse if he sees
you.  There's a back way out.  Use that."

"But what if he's angry with you anyway.  For not opening up on time?"

"Don't worry about me.  I'll make up some sort of excuse.  It won't be the
first time I've had to explain away an unscheduled visitor."  Tye winked.
Milo's dick stirred.

"Thanks for everything, Tye.  You've been huge.  And although I don't know
what to do about it, at least now I can see the full picture."

"Let me know how you get on and, maybe come back to see me again?  Now go!"

With that Milo was pushed towards the rear door of the store while Tye
turned and hurried off to the front.

Milo left the store by the emergency exit at the back and made his way
around the building and back to his bike, which he had simply abandoned on
the ground before going inside.  He was just in time to see a woman and two
teenage boys going in through the front doors.  Not the other Mr. Roberts
then.  Phew!  At least helping Milo wasn't going to cost Tye his job.
Thank crap for that.  With that positive thought in mind Milo fired off a
short text before picking up his bike and riding home, this time at a much
more leisurely and thoughtful pace than earlier.

**********

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