Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 18:13:54 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 22 of Just Like Scott by Hans Schreiber

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 22

Offensive Rebound

	Scott rushed through the morning watering as fast as he could. He
arranged with Mr. Jenkins to skip the afternoon and evening turns and
Mr. Jenkins graciously agreed to cover for him, so he and Tom could spend
more time away together, and so that Scott could go to his orchestra
practice in the evening. Tom worked early so he could come back a little
later in the afternoon as well. When Scott arrived back at the barnyard,
Tom was just pulling up in the old truck, silhouetted in the barely risen
sun. Tom went off to shower and Scott rushed home on his bicycle to do the
same, wishing he could have just climbed into the small shower shack behind
the barn with Tom.

	The plan was for Scott and Tom to take the family van to the
college. Tommy's mom would give Sammy a ride over for swim and then Tom
would drive everyone home. Tom and Scott were going to eat breakfast in the
cafeteria in the student union building. After breakfast, Tom had some
final registration things to take care of for fall semester. Tom had a 9:00
appointment to meet with the coach and talk about trying out as a walk-on
to the freshman basketball team. Scott planned to hang out at Durfee Rec
Center playing video games while he waited for Tom. Scott sent Mike a text
hoping he would meet up early and play in the arcade with him, but he was
busy with Shawna, as usual. He missed hanging with Mike. He sent a text to
Nick, in hopes of riding when they got back home, but he was busy working
with his dad.

	Scott piled on the cheesy eggs and hash browns in the school
cafeteria. He globbed ketchup all over eggs and potatoes. He took five
bacon strips, a couple sausages, and a bagel. "Dude, can you really eat all
that?"

	Sammy inspected his plate and slid past Tom in line. He grabbed a
cup of fruit to add to his tray. "There, now I'm done," he said
smiling. Tom had cottage cheese, fruit and a bagel with low fat cream
cheese. They sat at a table in the corner and Scott watched in fascination
as the summer session students filed in and out. It made him anxious and
excited to go to college in a couple years. He'd always planned on Boise
State, but even this small state college was a cool atmosphere. He was
jealous of the independence and freedom the students all had.

	Scott devoured his plate full of food before Tom had even finished
what looked like a small snack to Scott. They chatted and talked about
college life and Tom was excited to be entering that phase of life. He said
he wanted a time that could just be fun while he prepared himself to make a
living. It was like a new beginning for him. He wanted it to be great and
was really hopeful of getting onto the basketball team. Scott watched a
couple in love, sitting tightly against each other and giggling as the guy
stuck a sausage link in his lips and his girlfriend sucked the rest of it
into her mouth, kissing erotically before chewing the sausage. He watched
another table with two guys, who Scott suspected were also a couple in love
from the looks they traded, but they were much more discreet.

	"Scott," Tom said, swallowing a bite of his bagel. Scott drew his
attention back to Tom and smiled a bit dreamily at him. He felt special to
be sitting there like a college kid with the hottest guy in the
place. Tom's tall, rugged frame and graceful movements were
striking. Besides his trim, auburn hair and smattering of freckles beneath
his sparkling, hazel eyes, Tom's smile was captivating.

	"Hmm, what?" Scott said.

	"Penny for your thoughts. You were in dreamland just now."

	"Oh, I was just thinking how cool it is that I get to be sitting
here with the most handsome guy on campus." Scott winked. Tom blushed and
was clearly caught off guard.

	"I'm speechless." Tom popped the last of the bagel in his mouth and
drained his orange juice. "I need to go to registration, you gonna hang out
at the arcade?"

	"Actually, I think I'll go with you if it's okay. I'll go to the
arcade while you meet with the coach."

	"If you want, it's just boring stuff though."

	"It might be helpful for when I have to sign up in a couple
years. I wish I was older. How cool would it be to be roomies at college?"

	"That would be awesome for sure. We'd have so much fun. C'mon then,
let's go." They cleared their table and pushed through the glass doors into
the morning sun. Students were going in all directions for the start of a
new day, mostly in shorts and flip-flops. Some had a book or two in hand or
a backpack. Some rode bikes and a few were on skateboards. The old trees
lining the sidewalk were full of birds calling out their songs. Scott had a
happy feeling inside walking next to Tom. Even though he wasn't even a
student there yet, Tom was definitely a "big" man on campus. Scott wasn't
short by any means, but next to Tom, he looked like a little kid. That
bothered Scott a bit, but not too much since Tom treated him like an equal
and never talked down to him.

	Tom pulled out a roll of bills and paid a small deposit on his
tuition in cash. He had applied for a student loan and a grant that would
help. Tom was also hopeful he could get a little scholarship money if he
made the team. The money part certainly didn't look fun to Scott. He
worried that his family couldn't afford to pay for college and he figured
he would have to get a job and maybe just go to night classes. Scott picked
up a flyer and looked over the list of available scholarships while Tom
took care of his business at the counter. Scott's attention was drawn to
the music section of the scholarship list. He was surprised how many
listings there were. He never really thought about being able to get a
scholarship for music; he kind of thought only braniacs and jocks had a
shot at those. Suddenly, he got excited. Then he heard something that
jolted him out of his reverie.

	"Yes, Jeff's an incoming freshman like me. Is it possible to
request specific roommates?"

	Scott put the paper down and listened intently to the conversation.

	"If both people request it, we can arrange that, but we need the
request forms right away. Housing assignments will be made this week." The
girl at the counter gave Tom the needed forms. "What's his full name?"

	"Jeff Maynes." Tom's voice betrayed his anxious anticipation. Scott
was shocked and crushed all at once, as he realized Tom's real purpose for
coming here to this college was because his ex-lover, Jeff, was here. It
had nothing to do with wanting to get closer to him. Then on top of that,
he was asking to arrange to be roommates with Jeff. A basketball size lump
formed in Scott's throat and his large breakfast threatened to reappear
right there on the counter.

	 "Oh," exclaimed the co-ed behind the counter as she looked at the
computer screen, "he's already in housing for the summer sports program. He
already has a roommate in the team dorms and they will be staying together
when semester starts. Sorry."

	Tom was clearly crestfallen at that bit of news, but he perked back
up quickly. "So, he's on campus now then? Can you tell me which dorm so I
can look him up? We're best friends from high school."

	"I'm not supposed to, so don't tell anyone I told you. It's room
213 in Camden Hall. That's the one over by the Durfee Rec Center and the
stadium."

	"Thanks for all your help."

	"You're welcome. By the way, I'm going to be a sophomore this year
so I know my way around pretty good. If you wanted, I'd be glad to show you
around campus or answer any registration questions you might have," the
cute blond co-ed offered. "I could give you my number if you'd like it,
just in case."

	"Oh, uhh, sure. Thanks."

	She smiled her best smile and quickly jotted her number on back of
the registrar's business card. Tom took it with a friendly nod and waved as
they walked out. Scott trudged behind a step and struggled to contain
himself. Scott felt immense betrayal and loss.

	 "So I'm glad that's taken care of. I can't believe she actually
gave me Jeff's room number. I thought it would be a huge hassle to find
him. I think she only gave it to me because she was flirting with me, so I
might call her. Don't you think it's funny when girls flirt like that?"
Scott didn't answer. He just walked on with his head down and lips
pursed. "I have to admit, she was pretty cute for a girl."

	"Dude, what's wrong with you?"

	"You really don't know?"

	"No, not really. You pissed because I flirted with that girl or
something?"

	"No, not about the stupid girl; why didn't you tell me Jeff was
going to school here? That's the only reason you're staying here is so you
can find him and be roommates and fuck each other again. You don't even
care about me." Scott couldn't control himself and he took off running. He
ran as hard and fast as he could in no particular direction until he felt a
tug on his shirt, pulling him to a stop.

	Scott wheeled around, anger and hurt in his eyes. He squirmed and
pushed Tom's hand away. "Leave me alone. Go find your precious Jeff."

	"No. Let me talk," Tom demanded. He took Scott's bicep in his
strong grip. Scott crossed his arms defiantly and glared.

	"So talk then."

	"I never misled you about my feelings for Jeff. You just didn't
wanna hear it. Scott, Jeff and I had four years together. Four years! I've
barely known you a few weeks. Yeah, we've been through some intense shit
together, and I really like you. More than like, I feel loving feelings for
you, but I told you that I can't just ignore the feelings I have for Jeff,
and I have to know how he feels about me. It doesn't mean I don't care
about you. I'm sorry I didn't mention that Jeff was here; I see how that
was a shock, but I didn't intentionally mislead you. Honest."

	"Tom, I love you. I think about you all the time. I want you in
... I can't talk about it. Let me go." Tom released his grip and watched as
Scott ran off toward the Recreation Center. Tom followed sadly behind to
meet with the coach. The joy he had just felt over finding Jeff vanished in
the wake of Scott's reaction. He wondered how he could have been so blind
and insensitive to Scott's feelings. He really thought he'd communicated
the Jeff situation, but he realized from Scott's perspective, he wasn't
really hearing it. It tore him up to hurt Scott. He loved Scott also, but
it was different. Tom supposed it was the age difference and of course,
just the time they had known each other.

	Tom reached the athletic offices and found Coach Burns' name on one
of the doors and knocked. "It's open," a burly voice called out. Tom was
surprised to find Coach Burns an older, relatively short guy. He was not
what he had pictured in his mind.

	"Hello, sir. I'm Tom. I have an appointment with you."

	"Oh, hello. Well, you're a big guy, welcome, welcome. Sit down,
let's talk." Tom smiled inwardly at the coach's change in demeanor from
annoyance to interest when he saw his height. The conversation went well
and Tom left very hopeful. He rushed over to the arcade to find
Scott. Scott was stuffing quarters into the shooting game that he and Sammy
liked to play. He was losing game after game because he couldn't stay
focused. He was stewing over Tom and Jeff. He heard Tom calling his name
and made a point to ignore him. Finally, Tom was standing right beside him
and it was impossible not to look up.

	"Scott, I've got good news. The coach wants me to work out with the
team this morning so he can get an early look at me."

	"That's good," Scott said flatly and remained focused on the game
he was losing.

	"Well, I was hoping you'd come watch."

	"No, I'll just wait here."

	"C'mon, don't do this. Please," Tom pleaded.

	"Do what?"

	"Pout."

	"Pout? I'm not pouting. If you want someone to go watch you, why
don't you just go find Jeff. You got his room number and all and its close
around here, so go find him. Maybe you'll have time for a quickie before
practice." The game made an electronic whirring sound and "Game Over"
flashed on the screen, followed by "Deposit more coins to continue
playing." Scott defiantly pushed four more quarters into the slot and drew
his red plastic weapon and started blasting ninja's again.

	"Scott, please don't act childish over this. I came to get you
because I want you to be there. But if you don't want to, then
fine. Besides, Jeff will probably be at the practice, since he's on the
team." Tom turned and walked to the dressing room. He had his gym bag with
him, which he retrieved from the family van before coming into the
arcade. Scott didn't even turn away from the screen. He just gritted his
teeth and squeezed the handle of the gun tighter while he blasted at the
endless onslaught of ninjas jumping from a roof with intense
concentration. Soon the images grew blurry as he tried to see through the
mist in his eyes.

	Tom dressed in his basketball shorts and shoes that he had brought
along, just in case there was a chance to get into a pickup game. He never
dreamed that he might actually have a chance to show his stuff to the
coach. He was excited and nervous, but he was also really disappointed how
things were working out with Scott. He didn't mean to hurt him, but he also
didn't quite know how to make him understand about him and Jeff. He was
just finishing up when Sammy, Tommy and Mike came in.

	"Hey Tom!" Sammy shouted cheerfully as he walked in. Sammy
introduced Tom to Mike and Tommy as they selected lockers in the same
aisle. Tom started his stretching there in the locker room so he could chat
with them while they dressed. He waited, partly because he wanted to chat
and partly because he wanted to see Mike naked. Mike's long, chiseled
physique was captivating.

	Mike turned toward Tom and away from Sammy and Tommy as he pulled
his boxers off. Tom gazed admiringly on the broad, developed chest,
decorated with small pink nipples and bordered with strong, full
biceps. The chest gave way to a narrow waist and rippled abs. Continuing
downward, Mike's teenage dick and nice balls hung loosely, highlighted by
the triangular whiteness of skin created by the Speedo tan lines. The image
was completed with Mike's long muscular legs and large, wide feet.

	Noticing the attention, Mike took his time retrieving his Speedo to
continue showing off his fit body. He liked being stared at. "So are you
the Tom from that camp?" Mike asked while scratching slightly at his
dangling balls.

	"Yeah, that's me." Tom switched legs up on the bench and leaned
forward to stretch.

	"Where's Scott?"

	"He's in the arcade. He's being kind of stupid right now. I'm
looking for an old friend here at the college and he got kind of jealous
over it, so he's pouting. I wanted him to come watch me try out for the
basketball team, but he won't. It's really disappointing. I like him and
want to be a friend to him, but he's kind of complicated sometimes."

	"Tell me about it," Mike agreed as he arranged his balls inside his
small, beige Speedo. "See you guys in the pool," Mike said to Tommy and
Sammy as he headed to the showers. The two young boys were just pulling on
their Speedos up over their small hairless packages. Tommy was so small
that his balls just barely dangled at all. Tom smiled at the cuteness of
the sight of them.

	"What's wrong with Scott?" Sammy asked.

	"Oh, he's just upset because I'm trying to find this other guy I
knew from high school. Just feeling kind of jealous, I guess."

	"Hey Tommy, I'll meet you inside in just a minute." Sammy pulled on
his shorts over his Speedo, slipped his toes into his flip-flops, slipped
on his swimming wristband and headed out the door into the lobby. He looked
quickly through the arcade but didn't see Scott. Then suddenly, he saw him
over by the shooting game cussing it and claiming it had cheated him.

	"Can I join in?" Sammy asked.

	"Shouldn't you be in swimming lessons?" Scott asked.

	"That can wait. This is my favorite game and we haven't played it
together in like forever."

	"Yeah, if you want to, I guess." Scott dropped eight more quarters
into it and Sammy grabbed the blue pistol. The first round was an old west
theme and it was easy because the bad guys were all dressed in
black. Together, they blew right through that level and moved on to level
two.

	While level two was loading, Sammy said, "I love playing this game,
but the last time I played it, I had kind of a bad experience."

	"What, you only got to like level 200 before you died or
something?"

	Sammy grinned and bumped Scott's shoulder before firing on the
attacking ninja warriors.  They would call out to each other for help as
the attack moved from side to side of the screen.

      While level three was loading, Sammy continued his story, "Actually,
I was kind of sad because it was the day Tommy came over and met Mike and
they made friends right away, and I was feeling kind of left out and got
real jealous. Then Mike took the money mom left for us to spend and put
almost all of it in that stupid "Dance Dance Revolution" game that Tommy is
so good at. When it was my turn to play this game, the money was like
gone. I was so pissed off and I kind of threw a little fit and pouted. They
went off swimming without me, and I came here and played one short game
with the leftover money and died right off. That's when that creepy Devon
guy came up and started talking to me and tricked me into telling him where
I lived. If I hadn't gotten all mad and gone off alone, probably none of
that crap with Devon would have happened and Tom wouldn't have gotten into
trouble. It's kind of my stupid fault for getting all jealous. I was sure
dumb. Jealousy is just a dumb thing."

	Scott glanced away from the screen and looked at Sammy while he was
telling the story. He seemed genuine in what he was saying and it didn't
sound coached. Looking away from the game cost Scott one of his lives and
Sammy said, "Hey, keep your eyes on the road."

      This level was gangsters in old cars. It was cool because you could
either shoot the gangsters or shoot the tires and they would crash. If you
were really good, you could hit the place where you fill up the gas tank
and the car would blow up and start burning.

	Before the fourth level loaded, Sammy concluded his little tale,
"But then Mike talked to me and explained that he wasn't trying to hurt my
feelings and just because he was friendly with Tommy didn't mean he
couldn't still be my friend. He said he liked us both and after that, I
decided not to be mad anymore and it turned out great. We had lots of fun
together after that. I was glad I got over it and stayed friends with Mike
and Tommy."

	The fourth level was the hardest yet. It was Zombies and they had
to be shot three or four times before they died. Near the end of the level,
Scott cried out as his character was suddenly attacked by four
Zombies. Sammy pulled off four quick shots stopping their progress while
Scott reloaded and then together they finished them off.

	"Dude, you saved my butt right there. You really are amazing at
this game. I hope if you ever get a real gun, I never make you mad at me,"
Scott praised.

	"Yeah," beamed Sammy, "I did kind of save you, didn't I?" Then he
holstered his gun and said "I better get in to swimming lessons now." Sammy
turned and offered his spot to a boy about his age that was standing there
watching them dominate the game. The kid jumped at the chance to play at
level five. Sammy headed toward the heavy door to the men's locker room and
the pool.

	Scott also turned and offered his red pistol to a kid who appeared
to be the other kid's older brother, and he was equally excited to try
level five. "I gotta go somewhere too," Scott said. Part way toward the
gymnasium door, Scott stopped and called out to Sammy just before Sammy
went through the heavy, locker room door he'd tugged open. "Hey Sammy?"

	"Yeah?" Sammy held the door open with one knee.

	"Thanks squirt. You had my back on this one." Scott made a finger
pistol, closed one eye and imitated a shot toward his little brother.

	Sammy pointed his own finger gun back at Scott, squinted and
returned fire, "No problem, bro." Then he slipped away behind the
door. Scott smiled and hustled into the gym. Scott took a seat next to a
young guy with a clipboard taking notes and stats on the players. They were
doing a layup drill. They were in two lines and one line did the layup and
the other line got the rebound and then they went to the back of the
opposite line. Scott immediately recognized Devon in the layup line and his
mood soured. He wanted to run out on the court and start wailing on the big
creep. Scott also recognized one of the shorter guys who kept glaring at
Tom. Scott remembered him as the one Devon hung out with and was messing
around with in the steam room that one day.

	Jeff was in line to take the next layup and he was glaring at Tom
when the pass came, and it bounced off the side of his face. "Ouch. Shit,
watch where you're throwing it," the short guy said.

	"Pay attention and catch the damn ball," the passer retorted.

	The coach blew his whistle and instructed the team to get their
practice jerseys on. "New guy, Tom, put a red jersey on and Devon, you
switch over to yellow. Jeff, come over here a minute, I want to talk with
you."

	The coach was close enough to Scott and the stats keeper that they
could hear the conversation. "What the hell's wrong with you today? You're
not paying any attention to what we're doing."

	"Sorry Coach. It's just the new guy, Tom, is someone I know and I'm
a little shocked to see him here, that's all."

	"How do you know him, and why is he so damn distracting?"

	"Umm, we played together on the same high school team."

	"Ohhh. Is he the one you got in trouble with in the hotel room?"

	"Umm, yes sir; you know about that?"

	"I make it my business to know as much as I can about my
players. Yes, I contacted your high school coach and I know the
story. Well, listen. You two probably need to talk. If he's as good as he
appears, he's a keeper, so you'll have to work together. If that's not
possible, I'll have to select between the two of you. I can't have bad
blood ruining the team bonding. If you need to use my office after practice
to chat, feel free. But until then, try and focus on what we're doing
here."

	"Okay. Thanks. I will. Sorry about earlier."

	"Understandable, I guess. I want you to be on the red squad with
Tom today. I want to see how well you work with each other."

	The scrimmage started and Jeff was amazing in his ball handling
skills. He was very quick and his passing was phenomenal. He wouldn't even
look where he was passing the ball and it would be right on target. Soon,
Tom was moving across the baseline and popping open just in time for a
perfect pass from Jeff. It was as if Jeff instinctively knew where Tom
would be at any moment. One time, Tom gave a barely perceptible nod and
spun around Devon, his defender, in time for a perfect Alley Oop pass from
Jeff and then slammed it home in an impressive display. Everyone
ooohed. The stats guy next to Scott whistled. Scott clapped.

	 Later, Devon went up for a layup and Tom moved over and jumped so
high that he easily slapped the ball away into the stands, coming down
cleanly without any contact with Devon. Scott jumped up and yelled, "Yeah,
that's what I'm talking about! Get outta here!" Everyone stared at Scott,
and he felt a little foolish. Scott ran over and retrieved the ball from
the bleachers, and as Tom walked over to take it from him, he had a giant,
relieved smile on his face. Scott handed over the ball with a wink and
showed off his own beautiful smile and deep dimples. It seemed to Scott
that Tom turned it up another notch after he realized Scott was there
watching.

	After the practice, players were filing out and Devon said
something to Jeff and headed to the lockers. The coach called Tom and Jeff
over and they left together. Scott followed behind and lingered in the team
locker area. Jeff, Tom, and the coach all went into the coach's office and
they closed the door. Scott watched the college guys get undressed and head
out for the showers, and he noticed Devon put on his swimsuit. He assumed
he was headed for the pool. He hoped Mike was still in there to look after
Sammy and Tommy. He thought about following to make sure, but his intense
curiosity got the better of him, so he meandered over to the side of the
office. It was just made of cheap panels with glass half way up and he
could easily hear the conversation by standing close to the wall. The
blinds were drawn, so he couldn't see in and they couldn't see out.

	"All right, so I know you two were involved sexually with each
other on a road trip and that got you kicked off the high school team. I
assume from the shocked glares Jeff was giving you that you showed up here
unannounced. I assume it wasn't by coincidence that you chose to come here
to play and go to school." The coach's voice was burly and coarse.

	"Yes sir," Tom affirmed, "I found out Jeff was here and that's the
main reason I chose to come here." Scott bit his lip and reminded himself
what Sammy had said out in the arcade.

	"So are you glad you found each other and are you looking forward
to continuing that sexual relationship?" The coach asked without any hint
in his tone as to whether he thought that was a good thing or a bad thing.

	Jeff and Tom answered simultaneously. "Yes," said Tom emphatically,
while Jeff said "No," equally as emphatic. Scott wished desperately he
could see their body language.

	"I see. Well let me tell you this, and then I'll leave you alone to
talk together. I can see right off, Tom, that I'd like to see you on the
team. You've got size and talent. Jeff, you are a starting point guard, no
question. You had some attitude issues at first, but you've gotten over
those. I have had gays play on my teams in the past, and my attitude is
love and let love. I've never had any couples on the same team at the same
time, however. So this is new territory for me. I do think it best not to
be blatant about your sexuality with the rest of the team, since there are
still prejudices out there - let's be honest, especially among jock
types. Team cohesiveness is really important to me and I don't want
anything to interfere with that.  So if you can work out your differences,
I want you both. If you can't, I'll have to decide who I want most."

	Scott crept back into the shadows as the coach left the office. He
slipped back up to the wall when the coach left the locker area and did
some more eavesdropping.

	"Why the hell did you have to show up here? Do I have to get
another restraining order against you?" Jeff's voice was shaking.

	"Jeff, I just needed to talk to you face to face. I love you! We
had four fantastic years together and I can't just throw that away because
of one bad, embarrassing incident. I had to know how you feel and if you
love me still."

	"Look, Tom. I'm going to be brutally honest here. I liked you a
lot. But we were high school kids messing around. Yeah, we said we loved
each other and, yeah, I said it to you the same way you said it to me when
we were fucking and making out and stuff. The sex was fun, but I was gonna
break it off after high school anyway. I want my own deal here without you
smothering me. You just can't do anything casually, it's like all in or
nothing and I can't go through that. I don't love you like I guess you love
me. I wasn't exactly playing you, but maybe I was in a way. We're over,
okay? If you end up staying here and we end up being teammates, I could
deal with it if you can get over your stalker, lover mentality. But if you
can't get over it, please leave. Go somewhere else. Please don't screw up
this opportunity for me here. If the coach picks you over me, I will
absolutely HATE you forever."

	There was a long silence. Scott wondered if Tom was crying or angry
or what. Scott desperately wished he could see in.

	"Okay; do this one thing for me. Let me give you one, long,
passionate kiss, and afterward if you can look me in the eye and honestly
say you felt nothing, I'll let it go and leave you alone. I'd like to stay
here and play on the team either way. I promise, though, if it comes down
to you or me, I'll quit the team even if I stay here at school."

	"Wow, you're unbelievable. Okay, I'll prove I'm over you by a kiss,
but not in here. Go get naked first and meet me in the steam room by the
showers. We'll wait until it's empty and then I'll prove it to you without
a doubt, so you can finally leave me alone."

	"Oh, Jeff, that's a great idea. You don't know how often I've
dreamed of holding your naked body against mine again. I'll know it when I
look in your eyes. You won't be able to hide your true feelings from me."
Tom's voice was dripping with excitement. Scott bet Tom was already boned.

	Scott hurried off to the general public's lockers before they left
the office. He hurriedly pulled off his clothes, grabbed his towel, and got
into the showers. The hot water stung his scraped up skin from the day
before and he turned to face the wall. He glanced over his shoulder as Tom
walked up, hooked his towel outside the entry and then went into the steam
room. Scott couldn't tell if he had a boner or not from his angle. He
didn't think Tom even noticed him there. If he did, he didn't acknowledge
it. Two or three other people were showering also. Jeff followed soon
after, but he was wearing a swimsuit. He went through the showers and out
into the pool area. Scott was confused.

	In a brief minute, he returned with Devon in tow. They were
chuckling as if over some private joke. They both shucked their swimsuits
and Devon started to shower off while Jeff went into the steam
room. Everyone else had left the shower area at this point and it was just
Devon and Scott. Scott glared at Devon until he caught his eye. "You're
Sammy's brother, aren't you?"

	"Yeah, dickhead. I am. I know what you tried to do to him and
someday, you'll pay."

	"The little shit told you and the cops his little made up story,
did he?"

	"It's not made up and you know it, you pervy asswipe."

	"Well give the little snot a message for me. Tell him, I always
finish what I start and do what I say."

	"Fuck you."

	Just then the steam room door opened and Jeff motioned for
Devon. Scott waited for the door to close and then rushed over to
listen. He could barely hear as Jeff said, "You want one last kiss to prove
I'm over you, so here it is."

	Scott couldn't stand it. He had to watch. No matter how painful, he
couldn't leave Devon as the only witness. Scott pulled the door open and
stepped in just as Jeff took Devon in an embrace and they pressed their
faces together. Scott could see Tom's devastated look as he watched Jeff
and Devon share a passionate lover's kiss. Scott saw that Tom's dick was
fully erect.

      The two kissing lovers ran their hands over each other's backs and
asses as they made out, moaning loudly in the process. Jeff's hand slipped
between them and began jacking Devon off. Then he slid down Devon's long
frame, kissing his way to Devon's engorged, uncut dick. Jeff peeled back
the foreskin and swallowed it whole. He sat on the first tiled ledge and
began sucking Devon off while he fondled his tight ass cheeks. Devon tossed
his head back and made exaggerated sounds of pleasure.

	Devon grabbed Jeff's head and pumped into his mouth and in a short
time exhibited the clear signs of an orgasm. He quivered and sucked in deep
breaths of steam after the climax and slithered out of Jeff's mouth. Jeff
stood up and opened his mouth toward Tom, showing off the pool of cum on
his tongue. He swallowed, looked Tom in the eyes and said. "I'm over
you. Got it?"

	Tom couldn't speak. He just nodded and pushed past Devon and Scott
to get to the door. His dick had withered along with his hopes. "You two
assholes deserve each other." Scott said and left them in the increasing
cloud of steam, laughing together like a couple of schoolyard bullies.

	Scott grabbed his towel and went to find Tom in the team locker
room. He found him on a bench with his towel around his trim waist. He had
his head in both hands and was shaking. Scott sat next to him and put his
arm around his back and pulled him against him. They stayed that way,
silently connected, until Jeff and Devon came in and snickered at the sight
of them. Scott glared daggers at the two cretins, but they only snickered
more. "Tom," Scott said unsure of whether he should say anything or
not. "I'm really sorry it didn't work out like you hoped. I really am. But,
you're better off. You know that, right?"

	Tom didn't look up and didn't speak, but he did slowly nod his head
in his hands. "I'm gonna go check on Sammy and Tommy. Are you okay here?"
He nodded slowly again. Scott headed to his locker and pulled on his suit
and imagined creative and painful ways to murder Jeff and Devon. He settled
on using a stump grinder like he helped his father use to remove an old
tree stump from their yard last summer. He imagined staking them naked to
the ground and grinding them up into bloody bits, starting with their
balls.

	After Scott left, Tom gained his composure and started dressing. He
pulled the business card from his pocket with the registrar girl's phone
number on it. "Maybe I should give it a try," he thought.

      Scott found all three boys in the hot tub and climbed in with
them. Sammy moved over to make a spot for Scott next to Mike. "What's
wrong? You don't look so good," Sammy said.

	"I'm just feeling bad for Tom. That guy he was in love with from
high school and that he came here to find, was just a complete asshole to
him. He's so sad. I don't even know what to do for him."

	"Just be there," Mike said. "Just listen when he's ready to talk."

	Scott smiled at Mike. "That's good advice." Scott looked over at
Sammy and said, "Seems I've been getting a lot of good advice today." Sammy
smiled and pulled Tommy out of the hot tub for another race in the big
pool.

	"Mike, I was kind of an ass to you when I got home from camp,"
Scott admitted. "I'm sorry."

	"Yeah, you were. It's okay though. I know you were protecting your
little brother and all. Plus, I was kind of screwing with your life and
harassing you about the whole band geek thing. I'm sorry for that."

	"Yeah, you were kind of a jerk about that. Forgiveness?" Scott held
out his hand

	"Forgiveness!" The two smiled and shook hands then Mike grabbed
Scott in a head lock and dunked him. Scott reached between Mike's legs and
goosed him. Mike squealed and let go of Scott's neck.

	"Can you hang out tomorrow at all?" Scott asked.

	"Yeah, in the afternoon, I can. I have a date with Shawna that
night. Maybe you could take me for a ride on your dirt bike."

	"I have a better idea. What if I got Nick to come along and you
could borrow his quad to ride. We could go to the reservoir like old
times. Maybe the whole gang could go."

	"Sounds like a blast. Let's do it," Mike agreed. He stepped out of
the water and turned to face Scott. He glanced around and cupped his bulge
and said, "I might even be up for a little action with my old team, for a
change of pace from Shawna."

	"I'll bring the bat, you bring the balls."


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A lot of emotion and a little surprise event in this chapter. Next chapter,
Devon gets what's cumming to him. I hope you continue to enjoy the story. I
relish your comments, lengthy or short. Email me at
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