Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2012 15:26:48 -0800 (PST)
From: xxxxxxxxxx <beardog2@yahoo.com>
Subject: me and Sam part 9

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As the five of us headed off towards homeroom, I asked about Ronnie. Chris
did all the talking as he had grown up with him.


Chris had this wild, flaming red hair. It stood up roughly six or eight
inches from his scalp in all directions. It swayed about as he spoke with
his wild hand gestures. Every visible inch of skin was littered with
freckles. When he got excited while speaking he tended to forget to swallow
and you could get an unintentional shower. This embarrassed him and he did
his best to control it but needed a reminder every now and then. I wondered
if his pubes were as bright red as his head. It was, more-so as I was about
to see. His cut dick and balls just about vanished into the riot of
hair. Tall and slender with big nipples, his body was as pale as a
ghost. With Max's dark Mediterranean look they made an interesting pair to
say the least. As far as red heads go he was pretty good looking.

"He's got a short attention span but he's a gentle giant, even when he's
hanging with the assholes. After he pounded the piss out of some of the
guys in the Core class they left him alone. He might be slow but he's a big
bastard and they'd learned their lesson about giving him shit awful
fast. Todd started calling him Baby Huey and he doesn't seem to mind very
much. He sort of attaches himself to a different group now and then. Lately
it's been Todd's group but that will change soon enough I guess. "Maybe we
should ask him to sit with us at lunch?" Chris hesitantly asked.

Before I could answer, Sam jumped in and started to speak.

He said that Ronnie had never joined in on the teasing and hadn't gotten
physical with him like the rest of them had.

"He just drinks it all in with those huge eyes of his. I think it takes his
brain longer to process what's going on. By the time he gets
it....everything had already moved on so he's a minute behind the
action. It's kinda weird to hear him laugh at something long after it's
past. " Sam added.

"Well, he said he was gonna sit back and enjoy the show so let's just see
how much of that he means for now." I replied to Chris.

We sat down in homeroom and Mr. Adams took attendance. One of the girls
told him that Todd had been taken to the office by Mr. Perkins, which got
everyone snickering. Mr. Adams nodded his head in a knowing way while
snorting, "Typical of him", through his nose.

 I smirked at Todd as he came into homeroom. He in return gave me a dirty
look as he handed a note to Mr.Adams and was told to take his seat. His
seat was two up from mine and one row over.  I heard him whisper loudly to
Deke (one of his crew and Sam's tormentors) that he received three days
detention after school and that his Dad was going to beat his ass.

"That's a shame," I said loud enough for all those around us to hear. He
shot me the bird behind his back.

When the guys had been filling me in on Todd I learned that his family
owned one of the sleazy motels at the main beach. The motel was the worst
one on the beach. I had seen it a few times and it certainly looked like a
dump, in need of a paint job and new shingles on the roof. You could see
where it had been patched with several different colored ones over the
years.  From what I gathered his Dad was known for ripping people off,
taking deposits and not holding rooms. Valuables seemed to disappear from
the rooms and cars that paid 10 bucks to park in his lot for the day. The
town was on his ass to bring the place up to code each year and his Dad did
the bare minimum to remain open. I bet the place was definitely low on
AAA's places to stay.

I wondered how Todd managed to stay out of the Core class. When called upon
in class he rarely got the answers right and frequently turned the
questions into a disruptive joke. The teacher learned to not call on him to
avoid disturbing the class.  Another question I'd have to ask about, how
the hell did he manage?

His Dad's name was in the police report section of the local newspaper
several times a year and he was a well-known figure at many of the bars
along the main strip.  All in all he sounded to me like a real piece of
shit. In Todd's case I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

I couldn't imagine my Dad acting like that. I'd be so embarrassed to say
the least but Todd liked to brag about it when his Dad's name and charges
appeared in the paper. Unreal, I thought as I had heard all of this.

Our first class was English with Mr. Adams so we stayed right there until
the next bell. The morning went quickly but I was feeling nervous about gym
class approaching. I had seen some skin magazines of couples having sex and
noticed that the guys either had foreskin or didn't. I was somewhere in
between and was worried that my cock looked funny. Oh well there's nothing
I could do about now was there?

Before I knew it we were heading into the gym where Coach Perkins awaited
us. He had us sit on the bleachers while he took attendance and went over
the rules. He added a few more things that Sam hadn't already told me. We
sat in groups made up of our friends so when we were assigned lockers Jim,
Sam, mine, Chris and Max were altogether. Cool, I thought. I wouldn't have
to very look far to see what the other guys were packing. The lockers were
set up in banks of ten so ours formed a dead end with ten on each side with
a bench in between. At least we had a little privacy from the rest of the
room.

You could hear low murmurings and whisperings as we changed out. Sam
discretely slid me the spare jock he had brought in and I thanked him in a
low voice. One would have thought we were in a church or library, no
laughing or joking allowed I guess. I glanced around quickly to make sure
no one was looking as I goosed Sam's ass. Jumping as he let out a squeal,
he turned around with fire in his eyes. As I burst out laughing the look of
anger quickly left his face. Shaking his head he let me know that pay back
was a bitch. I couldn't resist - his butt was just so asking to be touched.

  After that I kept my eyes to myself as I dropped my tighty whities and
pulled on the jock. It fit well once I got my dick and balls properly
situated in the pouch and straightened out the straps that went across my
ass. I liked the sexy feeling it was causing.

I smiled at Sam and whispered to him I could get used to wearing this thing
- he whispered back that he could get used to seeing me in it.

By the time we were finished changing most of the class was already filing
past Coach Perkins. They were showing him they were "jock strapped" by
displaying the large waistband of the jock. A couple kids had forgotten
theirs and received the only warning they were to get before points were
taken off.

After warming up we divided into teams picked by Perkins and played
volleyball for the next hour. Coach changed up the teams after each game so
no one was on a losing team the whole time.

 Back in the locker room we stripped in front of our own lockers and filed
naked into the showering room. Coach Perkins stood with his clipboard in
the doorway waiting for us to enter. I was just too nervous to do more than
take very quick glances at the other boys. Most I noticed most had at least
some pubes but several had none at all.

 The showers were gang style with ten shower heads along the back wall and
two center poles that held five each. I stared at Sam's cute little ass as
he walked in front of me. He led our crew to the furthest cluster of the
pole showers and the five of us each grabbed one. A picture of just Sam and
I naked in here jumped into my head. I immediately forced it away as the
last thing I wanted was to start boning up in here.

 I cranked mine on the hottest I could stand it and jumped under the fine
spray. Sam was to my right, Max to my left followed by Chris then finally
Jim directly across from me. The center pole was thin enough so I could see
Jim and his junk completely. I lowered my head so no one could see just how
much I was checking Jim out. I then filled my palm with liquid soap from
the dispenser and started washing. As I did, I noticed that we were all
checking each other out without too much effort being made to hide it.
Well that's good, I thought, that we were comfortable enough with one
another to do so.

As I drank Jim in with my eyes I noticed that he still had a dark tan line
and the contrast was startling erotic to me. Above his cock he had a tiny
amount of brown pubic hair that for some reason it didn't look quite
right. A fat circumcised cock with a large mushroom like head hung
beneath. He had a large vein that appeared at the base and ran down the
length until it curved out of sight around his dick.  Large balls hung
fairly low to complete his goodies. While my dick was considerably longer -
his was much thicker and the head much more pronounced.  Not too shabby I
thought to myself.

I forcedmyself to look up and caught a smiling Jim checking me out! I
smiled back then suddenly felt self-conscious about my dick. All the others
were either cut or not, none of this halfway bullshit. Perhaps I'd talk to
my Dad about getting the rest chopped off.

I felt my self chubbing up and a sudden feeling of guilt over took me. What
the fuck? I loved Sam. I turned the water to a much colder setting and that
took care of any boner problems for the time being.

I waited until all five of us finished up and we fell into the line of kids
collecting towels from a rolling cart that had been set up next to Coach
Perkins. He checked off something in his note book as we passed - reminding
us to place the towels in the hamper when we were done drying off.

After the last towel had been grabbed, Perkins walked off to go into his
office and you could feel the tension go with him. There was now some
talking and low laughter as we dried off in front of our lockers. A few
barbs and jabs could be heard as the mood had lightened up
considerably. From what little I could hear most of it centered around
size, hair or lack thereof.

Any plans I had to provoke Todd over his little dink went right out the
window. He and his crew had taken the first showers along the wall. So far
he definitely had the biggest cock out of the dozen I had glimpsed, and the
most pubes to go along with it. Damn, I hated to admit it, but I was
feeling envious of him, then remembered what it was attached to I instantly
felt better. To go along with the zits on his face he had them all across
his shoulders and worse of all on his ass.

Once again we fell into our little groups as we headed off to lunch. I had
mine in my book bag but today had asked my Mom to pack enough for Sam
also. He had been eating the slop they had the nerve to call food in the
cafeteria ever since I had first sat with him.

 Mom loved to cook and was only too happy to do so. Today she made for us;
whole grain tuna sandwich wraps w/ light mayo topped lettuce,
tomatoes. Hard boiled eggs, pasta salad, low fat pineapple yogurt, chunks
of horseradish cheese, sliced carrots and celery and a granny smith apple
each. I had explained to her that I thought Sam could stand to gain some
weight as we were going to working out with that goal in mind.

The other guys joined us with their lunch trays as Sam and I dug
in. Everyone was very interested in what we had brought as they looked at
the runny mac and cheese that they had been served: I explained that Sam
and I were going to be working out after school and maybe some evenings and
needed better food than was served here at school.

I told the guys that they were welcome to work out with us, but only Jim
expressed an interest in joining in. They already knew that I had a small
work out area in my garage and Sam had a weight room and pool at the
condo. I told them that studying had to come first but they'd be welcome to
come over after that.

"How 'bout we all study together then work out." blushed Jim. "I'd like to
make honor roll. It would settle my folks nerves 'cause I've been fucking
up on the tests lately and am running out of excuses why.

Jim's face had gone pinkish and I thought he looked really cute. Again I
felt guilty, why was I finding Jim so hot? While he didn't cause the same
deep feelings I had for Sam, he was causing a lump to grow in my pants.
Fuck , I'd have to ask Sam if other guys caused him to bone up too.  My
meeting with John had been postponed to Monday for which I was slightly sad
over. I had been looking forward to talking to him for some reason. He was
so much different than Maggie had been. I hardly knew him but felt I could
trust him somewhat. I was feeling the need to tell someone other than Sam I
was gay.  Strange, I felt that way seeing how much grief it could cause if
my folks found out.

I planned on asking John how much of our talks he included in the reports
to the court. If he had to include all - there was no fucking way I'd let
him in on my deepest, darkest secret. No way.

While Sam and I hadn't really done much sex stuff yet I was sure they'd do
everything to keep us apart. My parents, the school and maybe even the
G's. The G's knew Sam liked boys but knowing he was having sex with one
could cause us major troubles. Damn, why was this so hard. I wanted to be
able to hold Sam's hand as we walked around in public. I wanted to kiss him
when I felt like it. I wanted the world to know how deeply I loved him. I
wanted to beat the shit out of anyone who didn't like it. Shit, I wanted so
much that was never gonna happen.

My thoughts drifted off towards my parents. How would they react once my
secret was out? They might think like the G's and assume it was just a
phase I was going through But then again they might flip out and keep me
away from Sam. Maybe send me to a military school. I guess they could send
me to my Uncle's farm out in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas. My dad's
brother Frank had a farm we'd been to a few times that I could remember. He
and Dad stayed in touch and seemed like they got along well but he never
came to visit us and he wasn't married so I had no cousins on that side of
the family.

The rest of the day passed so slowly: Sam had let the school know he was no
longer available to tutor and they were sorry to lose him. Funny they were
sorry enough to lose him but had never tried to end the shit they must have
saw seen he went through daily, especially Coach Perkins. He never missed a
thing going on in the school. How could they just turn a blind eye to it?
Sam didn't play any sports and either did any of the guys in our
group. Perhaps if he had been a star athlete it would have been
different. But it wasn't.

Fuck em. I'm here now and things were changing. No more sudden punches in
the hallways. The comments still came but not as frequently. He no longer
had to eat alone while suffering spitballs attacks. He could go to the
bathroom without worrying about being waylaid while pissing. Of course I
wouldn't let him go alone; I thought if Todd could get him alone in there
he'd smack him just to get back at me.

Thank Christ Friday was finally here! Sam was coming home with me directly
from school. We had gotten permission for him to spend the night and most
of my day had been spent day dreaming of what might occur. Needless to say
my books had rarely left the front of my pants the entire day.

Sam was just as excited as I was, maybe more if that was possible. Our plan
was to hit the books as soon as we got home, after a snack of course. Then
work out until supper time. I wanted to teach Sam my style of boxing. I use
the term very loosely as I was not a boxer, I was a brawler. I wasn't
worried about taking the first swing by any means. Some guys like to push
and shove leading up to exchanging blows. Not me. I took the first swing
whenever possible. I knew that if I could get in a quick jab to his nose
the eyes would water and the fight was won.  I wasn't above kicking someone
when they were down but drew the line on biting. I wouldn't bite unless
bitten first but that had yet to come up. I had yet to lose a fight and
sometimes when a guy I had already warned saw me coming, he'd take off
running. That was OK. I'd wait in ambush and get him as soon as I
could. There was no escape.  Sometimes it would take a while but I always
settled scores. Always.


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