Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 23:14:46 -0000 From: Jono Subject: Understanding Me, Part 2 Disclaimer: Should you be reading this? This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions between unconsenting underage males and if it's illegal where you are then, don't do it! Author Notes: I know these stories are a little short at the moment, they will be getting larger as i go along. I am grateful for any feedback given as it gives me a boost to continue writing. If you have any feedback or suggestions please do not hesitate to contact me and give me some ideas. Most of the story so far is true, apart from names which have been changed to protect those involved. Understanding Me, Part 2 I woke up early the next morning, it was Saturday and I had a football match scheduled to start at 12pm down at the football pitch which is located across the road from the school. We were playing against a local team, a team I had once played on when I was at that school but I wasn't nearly as good then as I am now. Because of the age of the participants the matches only lasted half an hour each way with a 15 minute break in between the first and second halves. The position I played was Goalkeeper. As I've said before I'm quite built and have done a lot of training, not only am I the goalkeeper but I'm also the captain of the team as well and I have been for about two years now. In fact I'm also the captain of the Cricket, Hockey, Rounder's and Netball teams too, it seems the headmaster at the school feels that I have the talent and know what's best for the school in regards of sporting ability. When he asked me to captain all the teams, I was delighted and instantly set to work to find the best players available. The lucky thing was that I was able to pick players from any age range, the age range I could pick from allowed me to choose players from a school year below and above my current year, this would then allow me to pick from two years below the next year until I then moved into secondary school. Once I had woken up and had a shower, I put on my schools football kit and then put on some tracksuit trousers and jacket over them. I looked out the window, the sun was shining and the ground looked dry. Good day for diving I thought and chuckled to myself, I then headed downstairs to have some breakfast. As I entered the kitchen/dining room, I noticed my brother was sat there at the dining table, he looked up at me and winked. I could have almost cried right then as the memories of the previous night slowly crept back into my mind, I'm sure he could see the pain he was putting me through on my face. I quickly turned away and went into the living room, sat down on the sofa and huddled myself up into a corner. I had tears in my eyes; soon a single tear slowly crawled down my cheek. I want to understand, I want to know why he did that to me, why he told me he would kill me if I told anyone about it. Soon my thoughts were interrupted by my Dad, it turned out that I'd fallen asleep and I had forgot to remind him that I had a match today, he told me I had to hurry up if I were to make it in time. Not five minutes later we were on our way, we also had my brother with us as my Mum and two sisters had gone out shopping, as girls do on a Saturday. Apparently he wants to come and show some support, but I knew right there he had more on his mind than that. I looked back at him as we were driving along, an evil grin spread across his face, he put 1 finger to his lips reminding me I was to stay quiet, followed by a cut throat impression along his throat implying he would indeed carry out his threat of death if I were to tell anybody about the previous night's activities. As we approached the football pitch there was a lot of people there, not only did a heavy surge of support show up for our team, Reedness Primary, but also for the opposing team, Marshlands Primary. I looked around to see my team sitting about on the grass waiting for their orders, as soon as they saw me they were on their feet and ready to go. I approached our coach Mr Hanney, who is the father of one my team mates. He offered to coach the team some time ago, the headmaster accepted the offer immediately so it would save him some time from his commitments at work. "How long we got for warm-ups Coach?" I asked. "Err... you've got about 15 minutes before the match starts" looking at his watch. I quickly turn around and shout for the team to line up on the sideline, and have them jog across to the other sideline to warm their legs up. Once they got to the other side, I had them jog back across and repeated this a few times before I gave my next instruction. "Hold" I shouted Everybody stopped on the sideline looking toward me, I informed them of the next instruction for them to carry out. This involved star jumps, running forward and jumping as if they were heading a ball that was coming their way. Soon enough the referee blew his whistle which signalled all of us he was ready for us to begin the match. After few words of encouragement from the coach, we set out for our positions, whilst I headed to the centre pitch to determine which team would kick off. "Ok boys I want a clean game, no rough tackles" the referee stated. I and the other team's captain nodded our heads and proceeded with the toss. The toss was the flip of a coin and whoever guessed which way up the coin landed would choose whether or not they'd like possession of the ball for kick off first or not. Because we were playing at home, the team which played away could choose their choice first. The other team's captain chose tales which meant I'd automatically chose heads, the referee then tossed the coin up into the air and we watched it fall to the ground. It had landed tales and the opposing team chose to let us kick off first out of courtesy. I ran over to my goal, and instructed the two forwards to kick off, soon enough the match was underway and before long we were winning 2-0 and the referee had blown his whistle for half time. I hadn't really had to do much during the match apart from shout encouragement for team mates and let them know where they were trying to push through and where our weak spots were. I sat down on the sidelines and took a drink of water from the bottle my Dad brought for me, my brother came over and sat down beside me, he told me how well we'd played and that this match was in the bag for us. "You know, I bet after last night you look at the boys here and think of doing the same thing to them" he blurted out. I was shocked by his comment; it took me completely by surprise. My thoughts were then interrupted by my so called 'Girlfriend', well, that's what she calls herself. She told me she got her Mum to bring her over so she could watch me play. She just kept hugging me and kissing me, I mean I enjoyed what she was doing it was nice, but I didn't love it. It was just something I accepted and it can't be all bad if it's nice. I started blushing as she overly pampered me continuously for what felt like an eternity, I could see the other parents looking over and laughing at it. The coach even had input his two cents calling me a stud, I didn't know what he meant by it but I just smiled at him and looked over at my Dad who had a big grin on his face. My brother was now stood by him, and if eyes could burn, they were burning a hole in my head; I could tell he wasn't happy about this. My girlfriend headed back to where her mum was standing and just as I was about to go back onto the pitch, my brother came over and whispered in my ear. "You're getting it tonight, little boy" I ignored it, just as I had tried to the first half of the match, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so. The referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the second half, all I could think about was my brother and what he did to me last night, I felt sick, I felt like I just wanted to let everything go and not care about anything in the world. "Dude, what's up?" said Jason. "What?" "Dude, they just scored and you're stood here staring into space, are you ok?" "Yea, sorry" I muttered. The game couldn't end soon enough, I don't know what the hell happened out there, but we just managed to win 2-1, thankfully I didn't have any more shots at me, or at least that's what Jason told me anyway. Coach told me he would talk to me another day about what happened as the rest of the team were now celebrating the first victory of the school football season. I walked back to the car, got in and lied down on the back seat and fell asleep. My brother was standing over me, he yanked my pants down and started playing with me just like last night, I was actually enjoying what was happening this time, it wasn't confusing, it felt right. I hear a gobbling noise and then a crack, I looked down and my dick was gone, I looked at my brother and laughed as he pulled it out of his mouth and threw it across the room. I fainted. "Noooooooo!" I yelled. I opened my eyes, sweat is pouring down my head, my hair is wet and I'm feeling all warm. I look down and my dick is still there, was that a nightmare? I have to tell someone, who can I tell? I roll over and look at the open space of my bedroom, I see my brother is there smirking and rubbing his hands together. What I have done to deserve this from my brother? Just what have I done? How did I get to my room? ------------------------------------------------ As stated at the intro, this is the last chapter which will be short, this is just the beginning of James's life in the world of being gay. More exciting, and disturbing scenes to come. Please send feedback to jonojamesmac@hotmail.co.uk