Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2023 09:29:26 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Seth on the Road to Chaos  Chapter 2

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Seth on the Road to Chaos   Chapter 2



When I returned to Craig's room, Stacy was sitting quietly in a chair,
and Craig was sitting upright in bed. Stacy looked at me and put her
finger to her lips. I gave her a puzzled look, and then I heard someone
shouting in the room next door.

"What the hell is going on with you, Blake?" A man's voice boomed
behind the green curtain.

"Sorry, Dad," replied a boyish voice.

"Sorry?" shouted the man. "We give you everything you want, and this
is how you repay us?"

I then heard a woman's voice. "How can you embarrass us like this?"

"Mom," the boy whined. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean, it's not your fault?" shouted the man. "The
goddamn police brought you here. And you tell us you're sorry?"

I looked over at Stacy as she raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "Police?"

"We've had it with you, Blake," warned the man. "We told you the last
time you got in trouble, there would be consequences."

The boy began to cry. "I'm sorry, Dad," he sobbed. "I didn't do
anything."

The woman spoke angrily, "It's always the same, Blake. God only knows
what you were doing. Well, this time we've had enough."

"What are you going to do?" asked the boy.

"You'll find out when you get home," replied the man. He then said,
"Come on, Irene." For the first time I saw the two adults. They
appeared very angry. They scowled at me as they stormed through the room
and out the door. On the other side of the room, I could hear the boy
crying softly.

Craig looked at me and Stacy and mouthed, "Wow!" I got angry when Stacy
started to giggle. I knew the boy could hear her. I walked over and
peeked into the boy's room. He was curled into a ball under his sheet
and crying softly.

Hesitantly, I walked over to the side of the bed and looked down. "Are
you alright?" I asked softly.

"Go away," he cried under the sheet. "Leave me alone."

I was unsure what to do. It was obvious that he was very upset, and it
didn't feel right to leave him alone. He lifted the sheet slightly and
peered out under it. "I said get out!" he shouted. Sadly, I left the
room, walked back to Craig's side and sat down in a chair beside Stacy.

"What was that all about?" she whispered. I shrugged my shoulders. It
appeared the boy had done something wrong, and his parents were upset.
Other than that, we had no idea what had happened.

Stacy and Craig began to talk about school. He was excited about getting
released tomorrow and returning home. I had mixed feelings about him
returning home. I was happy that I wouldn't have to bring Stacy to the
hospital and sit around waiting for her to leave. However, I was
concerned about the boy next door. I would never know what he did and
what might happen to him. His Dad's threat sounded very ominous. What
consequences might he have to face?

At eight, visiting hours were over, and Stacy and I had to leave. When
she started kissing Craig goodbye, I crept over to the curtain and peeked
into the boy's room. He was still lying quietly with the sheet over his
head. I whispered softly, "Goodbye."

He pulled the sheet back and looked at me. For the rest of my life, I
don't think I'll ever forget how sad he looked. Tears welled up in my
eyes. I walked over to his bed and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No," he began to cry. "Everybody hates me."

I didn't know what to say. His hand was outside the sheet, and I reached
down and gripped it. "I don't hate you," I said tearfully. I turned
and left the room.

I was quiet all the way home. Stacy kept trying to guess what the boy had
done. Only Stacy would turn someone else's sadness into a guessing game.
I couldn't erase the sad expression on his face when he said everyone
hates him. And I don't know why I held his hand and told him I didn't
hate him. I don't even know him.

Mom had dinner ready when we got home. That is if you want to call hot
dogs and baked beans a dinner. Sometimes I believe that she still thinks
Stacy and I are five years old. Stacy talked about Craig. Mom said she
called his mother earlier, and she was sure that the doctor would release
him in the morning. Of course, Stacy said she wanted to stay home from
school so she could go to the hospital to be with him when he was
released. My mother told her that she had to go to school. She started to
pout, but Mom got up from the table. On her way out, she said, "Seth,
put the dishes in the dishwasher." I was going to tell her to make Stacy
do it, but Stacy had already left the kitchen.

I hate the drive to school in the morning. Stacy rides with me, and she
always invites one of her girlfriends to ride with us. This morning it
was Maggie, and I hate Maggie. She is pretty, and she knows it. When she
rides with us, all she talks about is what boy she is going to refuse to
date on the weekend. I often wonder if she makes up lies about boys, or
if they really do ask her out. I know she gets a lot of boys' attention
in the halls and cafeteria at lunchtime. Most girls have nothing to do
with her except Stacy. Stacy has worshipped the ground she walks on since
fifth grade.

When I pulled up, she hurried to the car. She looked at her watch and
said, "You're five minutes late, Seth." I wanted to tell her to walk
to school, but Stacy gave me a challenging look. She knows how much I
hate Maggie. Stacy immediately started talking about Craig.

"Girl," laughed Maggie. "I know you can't wait for him to get out of
the hospital. If that sofa in your family room could talk, I can only
imagine what it might tell."

"Amen," giggled Stacy as she turned and high-fived Maggie. I wanted to
puke. The thought of Craig and Stacy making out was not an early morning
thought I wanted running through my mind. Although, I probably wouldn't
be able to erase the image of his big dick that he had showed me
yesterday. I had trouble sleeping last night, and I finally fell asleep
after masturbating while remembering him pulling the robe up and rubbing
his hard dick.

Maggie told Stacy about a phone call she had received from Martin
Vandyke, a boy in our class. I listened closely because Martin and I are
friends at school. I've heard him talk about Maggie, but he's never
talked about asking her out. To me, he always seemed like the last person
Maggie would ever show interest in. He's scholarly and not athletic.
He's very good looking, but he comes across as just a normal boy. If
Maggie was looking for a quarterback-type of guy, then Martin wouldn't
be the guy she would date. They didn't seem to have anything in common.

As she told Stacy about the phone call, I wondered if they were talking
about the same boy. Maggie seemed interested in going out on a date with
Martin. My ears perked up when she talked about a rumor she had heard
from another girl.

"Trish went out on a date with Martin," she informed Stacy. I briefly
remembered him talking about a date he had with Trish a few weeks ago. He
said he had a nice time, but that is all. "You know what kind of slut
Trish is," she laughed. "She said she was making out with Martin in the
theater, and she pulled his dick out." By now, I was starting to harden
inside my pants. "Girl," she cooed, "Trish said he is enormous!"

"Martin?" squealed Stacy. "I wouldn't think that someone like him
would have a big one."

"Trish said it must be at least eight inches long," Maggie said
excitedly. I had to grab the wheel tightly so I wouldn't wreck. Martin
and I had the same gym class in the seventh grade, and I saw him naked
almost every day. Then, it seemed normal. He must have matured a lot over
the past few years. I was still almost the same size as I was then.

"Are you going to go out on a date with him?" asked Stacy.

"I'm thinking about it," giggled Maggie. "I want to break him in
before someone else does."

Stacy reached back and high-fived Maggie. "You go, Girl," she laughed.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I don't even think they even
considered that I was listening. Maggie was thinking of taking advantage
of Martin because he was hung. It just didn't seem real. Guys usually
talk about dating a girl because she has big tits. I never considered
that girls talked the same way.

I thought about warning Martin, but how would I do it? "Hey Martin.
Maggie Murphy wants to fuck you because she heard you have a big dick."
Besides, Martin may even like the idea, although I've never thought of
Martin in a sexual way. He's just Martin. Now, I'm not sure I can look
at him again without glancing down at his crotch to see if I can see an
eight-inch outline.

I dropped Stacy and Maggie off at the front entrance. It was a good thing
because I was fully erect, and they would have noticed if I got out of
the car. By the time I parked and exited the car, I was only semi-hard.

The halls were crowded when I entered. I looked at my watch, and I only
had ten minutes to hurry to the cafeteria before first period. I wanted
to see if I could find my best friend, Ty Chambers. Ty and I have been
friends since the sixth. I guess we're good friends because we are a lot
alike. That year, our science teacher, Mrs. Waters, assigned us to do an
ecology project together. We had to purify water using charcoal. It was
messy, and we usually ended up rubbing charcoal into each other's face.
After that, we began to spend a lot of time in the library together
working on homework assignments after school. I asked him once to come
home with me so we could do it in my room, but he said his mother
wouldn't allow it. When I asked him why, he simply said she wouldn't,
and we never talked about it again.

I looked across the cafeteria, and I noticed Ty sitting by himself with a
book open, and he was writing something in a notebook. I've never
thought of Ty in any sexual way. He has always just always been Ty. There
is nothing that stands out about him. He's about six-foot tall with
short brown hair. He has a few zits on his face, but what
sixteen-year-old boy doesn't have zits? Well, except for me and maybe
Craig. Ty also dresses very casually in jeans and a tee shirt. As I
approached, for the first time I wondered if he was straight. We never
talk about girls, and I've never noticed him looking at anyone. There
were a lot of times I had to be careful so he wouldn't notice me looking
at some cute boy making his way across the library.

"Hey," I said as I sat across from him. Ty looked up and smiled.

"Hey, yourself," he replied.

I looked down at the book that was open before him. It was the literature
book assigned to Mrs. Fremont's class. "Did you finish reading the
story we started Friday?" She had a assigned a short story by Edgar
Allen Poe, the Masque of the Red Death. I did read it after returning
home from the hospital, but I hadn't answered the handout Mrs. Fremont
had given us. I was hoping to finish it in another class if I finished
the classwork early.

"Poe was a weirdo," exclaimed Ty. "The story was scary."

I laughed and said, "Poe was an alcoholic and smoked opium. You would
write scary shit if you did that."

"I suppose," replied Ty as he looked at his watch and closed the book.
"We'd better get to class." Just then, the first bell rang for first
period. Ty and I share the same class, Earth Science with Mr. Stevenson.
Class was boring. Mr. Stevenson talked all period about rock formations.
I really don't care if they are sedimentary or igneous.

I didn't see Ty again until lunch. We usually eat with two other
students, Jennifer and Sherman Drummond. They are twins like me and
Stacy. However, they are nothing like us. They are very close, and many
students who don't know them think they are dating. Other than having
red hair, they don't look alike. Sherman is rather thin, and Jennifer
looks like she's been eating at a buffet all day. Like my sister, she
tries to boss Sherman around. He usually does whatever she says. I asked
him once why he lets her, and he replied that it is easier to agree with
her than argue. I could never do that with Stacy.

We were eating when we heard a commotion at the other end of the
cafeteria near the doors. I looked over and saw Craig entering with Stacy
clinging to his side. Several members of the football team approached and
fist-bumped him.

Jennifer watched and remarked, "I heard he got a concussion at the
football game Friday night. I hope it knocked some sense into his lame
brain."

Ty, Sherman and I started laughing. Jennifer looked over and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Seth. I know your sister is dating him, but he's such an
arrogant shit."

Sherman giggled and said, "You're just mad because you can't have him.
You've been crushing on him since elementary school."

"I have not!" insisted Jennifer.

Sherman showed his sister his palm and replied, "Whatever." I guess
this was one of his ways of not arguing with her.

I turned and watched Craig and Stacy as he walked around like a rock
star. Even a few teachers approached and talked to him. I quickly turned
away when Craig looked over and noticed me looking at him. He nodded and
winked at me.

Ty noticed and asked me what that was about. I replied, "I had to take
Stacy to the hospital over the weekend and sit in his room."

Jennifer replied sarcastically, "I bet that was a lot of fun. What did
he do, spend the whole time looking in the mirror?" I started to harden
when I remembered him standing naked before me as I helped him change his
gown.

My face reddened when Craig and Stacy approached our table. I noticed
that Stacy was holding tightly onto his arm and trying to pull him in
another direction. He pried her arm from around his and walked over to
the table.

"Hello Guys," he said smilingly. I froze when he put his right hand on
my shoulder. "How's it going, Seth?" I was too embarrassed to answer.
Craig patted my shoulder and said, "Thanks for helping me out
Saturday." I wanted to die right on the spot. It was obvious to both of
us what he was saying. I glanced quickly at Ty, and he had a puzzled look
on his face.

"Come on, Craig," snarled Stacy. She looked angrily down at me and
hissed, "I don't know why you're thanking Seth. I'm the one who took
care of you." Craig winked quickly at me, and then he walked away with
Stacy clinging to his side.

Sherman gave me a puzzled look. "What was that all about? I thought you
and Craig didn't get along?"

"We don't," I insisted. "I don't know what Craig is talking about."

"Whatever," remarked Sherman as he bit into his hamburger.

Fortunately, Stacy didn't ride home with me. Since Craig was better, she
wanted to go to football practice with him. Coach Abernathy had decided
that he should not practice with the team for a day or two. Stacy wanted
to sit in the bleachers with him so he wouldn't be alone.

I went to my room and lay down on my bed. I considered doing my homework,
but then I would have nothing to do the rest of the night. I closed my
eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I kept replaying seeing Craig
naked body in my mind, and his hand on my shoulder in the cafeteria. What
was his game? I haven't had any experience with anyone. I've never been
on one date. Besides, he's dating Stacy. He couldn't possibly have any
interest in me. Could he?

I began to harden thinking about him. I got out of bed, walked over,
locked my door and stripped off my clothes. I then did what every
sixteen-year-old boy does. I jerked off thinking about having sex. I
tried to imagine doing it with other boys. I even thought of doing it
with Ty and Sherman, but they didn't appeal to me. Instead, I coated my
stomach thinking of Craig.

I was showered and dressed when Mom came home. She called me downstairs
to help her with dinner. That meant I had to set the table. Stacy hadn't
come home yet. Even if she had, I would still have been given the task.
Mom rarely asks Stacy to do any chores around the house. She makes me do
everything.

"How is school going?" Mom asked as I got the silverware from the
drawer.

I responded nonchalantly, "Okay, I guess."

She stopped and stared at me. "Are you taking anyone to the dance next
week?"

"What dance?"

"The one Stacy is going to with Craig?" she replied. "It's for the
junior class. Aren't you going?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Nope." I then walked from the kitchen to the
dining room.

Mom trailed behind me and asked, "Why not?"

"I'm just not going," I answered angrily. "Can you drop it?"

She grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward her. Her face was red with
anger. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, Seth. I was merely asking
you a question. Why are you getting so upset?"

"I'm not getting upset," I replied. "I don't want to go to some
stupid dance." I turned and headed into the kitchen. Mom followed
behind. It was obvious she wasn't through questioning me about the
dance.

"Can't you get a date?"

"Mom," I insisted, "I don't want to go."

"Perhaps Craig knows a girl you can take," she suggested. "He's very
popular with the girls, you know."

I was getting very upset. First, Mom suggests that I can't get my own
date. And now she wants Craig to set me up with a girl. "That's it," I
shouted. "I'm not going to that stupid dance. And if I did, I could
find my own date. I don't need Craig to set me up."

I started to leave the kitchen, but Mom yelled, "Come back here,
Mister!"

I turned and asked, "What?"

She gave me a puzzled look and asked, "Why have you never been on a
date? You're sixteen and very nice looking. Stacy has been dating since
she was fourteen, but you've never been on a date."

"I don't want to date," I insisted.

"Why?"

I almost slipped and said it was because I'm gay. Fortunately, I caught
myself and asked, "Can I go to my room?"

She studied me for a minute and nodded. "Go on."

I ran to my room, slammed the door, fell on my bed and trembled. "She
knows," I said to myself. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she
had concluded that I didn't date was because I didn't like girls. And,
if I didn't like girls, that could only mean one thing. I'm gay. I
curled into a ball and eventually fell asleep. When she hollered an hour
later for me to come to dinner, I refused to go. I opened my door and
shouted back, "I'm not hungry." I slammed the door and returned to
bed. I slept the rest of the night. Not once did she check on me to see
if I was all right. She knew.

Mom was gone when I went downstairs for breakfast. Since I hadn't eaten
the night before, I ate two bowls of Cheerios. I was cleaning up when
Stacy entered the kitchen.

"Hey, Nerd," she said. "Why is Mom mad at you? What did you do, get a
`B' on a test?" She laughed like she had said something funny.

"Shut up, Stacy," I replied angrily as I grabbed my bookbag by the
door. "You need a ride to school?" I knew the answer, but I was trying
to hurry from the house.

"Maggie needs a ride too," she hollered out as she followed me to my
car.

When I got to school, I headed to the library. I didn't want to talk to
anyone. Stacy and Maggie had talked about the upcoming dance. She was
considering asking Martin, but she had heard that he had asked another
girl. Normally, I would have listened to see if they talked about the
size of his dick again, but I ignored their conversation.

Since I had slept all night, I had two assignments I needed to complete.
I was working on a chemistry problem when someone sat down beside me. My
heart stopped when I looked over. It was Craig!

He looked at me and smiled. "How's it going?"

"What do you want, Craig," I nervously asked.

He looked around and leaned closer so no one could hear him. "I want to
help you out, Man."

"What do you mean?"

He looked around again before continuing. "This is just between us.
Okay?" I gave him a blank look and didn't respond. "Now, don't get
upset, but your mom asked me last night to do you a favor?"

"What!" I shrieked. Craig grabbed my arm and told me to be quiet. He
looked around to see if anyone heard me.

"Your Mom wants me to set you up for a date for the dance," he said
nervously.

"What?" I asked again. I couldn't believe what Craig was saying.

He continued, "Yeah, when Stacy left the room last night, she asked me
if I could set you up with a date for the dance. She doesn't want Stacy
to know."

I was growing angrier. I couldn't believe my mother had asked Craig to
find me a date. She said she was going to, but I didn't believe her. I
pushed myself from the table. "I don't need a date," I insisted.

Craig grabbed my arm and stopped me from standing up. "Sure, you do,"
he replied. "I think your mom suspects you're gay. We got to find you
date as cover."

I shook my head. "I don't believe this."

He continued to grip my arm. "I know you're gay," he smiled. "I saw
how you looked at my dick in the hospital." He reached down and lightly
rubbed the front of his pants.

"I don't want you," I insisted as I looked down at his crotch. "I'm
not gay." I started to get up, but he had a tight grip on my arm.

"Listen," he said. "This could work out for all of us."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know this girl who is a lesbian," he replied. "Her mom is on her to
find a date to the dance. She has a girlfriend, but no one knows about it
but me. I can hook the two of you up. It would be perfect."

I gave him a puzzled look. "Why are you doing this?"

He stood, and I was looking directly at the large bulge in his pants. He
smiled and replied, "You'll find out." He laughed and walked away.

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