Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 22:30:13 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: Autumn's Leave-4

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			      AUTUMN'S LEAVE

				    by

			     Ritch Christopher


			       CHAPTER FOUR


	Don Ridgway, the sports announcer for the local radio station
MAN-780, was calling the play-by-play for Friday night's game. "Ladies and
gentlemen, there's only three minutes and fifteen seconds of play left in
the game, but that doesn't matter. This game was decided at the end of the
first quarter as Manchester led Oneida U thirty-five to zip!  The
Manchester team has been fired up all night since Coach Kerr surprised
everyone with the new quarterback, Tom Summerfield.  I don't know where the
coach found him, but folks with the time remaining in the game, Manchester
U. has driven up the score to sixty-three to ten, with Summerfield throwing
four touchdown passes and running another one into the end zone by himself.
Tom has revitalized this team to look like champions. He is certainly what
the team's needed all year. I just can't wait to see what he does next week
when Manchester has to face Gladstone, who is currently the league leader
in its division."

	During the last two minutes of play, Manchester scored again and
with the kick conversion, the score ran up to seventy points which was an
all time high record for any team within the conference.

	Cheerleaders and girl groupies gathered outside the locker room
entrance to cheer but mostly swoon as the handsome new hero of the team
emerged. Tom could've had his pick of any girl in the group for a quick
fuck or blow job. What none of the ladies' chorus knew was that the only
fucking and sucking Tom had seen all week was in the dorm with the center,
Harm.

	It was too bad that Sandy Cummings, a sophomore cheerleader, didn't
know about Tom's sexual preference, because from the first time she saw him
throw a touchdown pass, she aimed her sights on the new quarterback. Sandy
was not a cheap slut, but it was not beneath her to give any guy head on a
first date. This was just a trait of her natural curiosity. Whenever she
looked at a male, her eyes always first fixed on his crotch, even before
she noticed his face. Yep, she was a crotchwatcher from the word "go", if
only her inquisitiveness stopped there, but it didn't. Sandy wanted to see
the "jewels" in the flesh. She taught herself how to weigh the guy's
scrotum in grams as she held it while gorging the shaft deeply in her
mouth. She could care less about fucking. That involved too much physical
displeasure and usually a mess cleaning up her vaginal emissions, not to
mention the discomfort she felt while she was being humped. Giving a blow
job was her specialty and she knew she was an expert. She had enough
experience to know exactly where to lick, how much pressure to apply to the
shaft, and usually how many strokes it would take to get her victim
off. She had perfected her methods down to a science. On some unsuspecting
males, she had made them climax in less than ten seconds. She'd learned how
to hold her breath and flick the semen deposit to the back of her throat
with her tongue and swallow the whole load in one gulp. Her professionalism
had made more than one guy question his virility on so short an
episode. Most guys were more embarrassed and angry, while she was pleased
that the ordeal was over so quickly and her curiosity had been satisfied
until she eyed the next guy she was curious about. She decided she WOULD
have Tom Summerfield, and that's all there was to it!

	There was a team victory party planned at the Lion's Roar Pub after
the game. Since it was the team's biggest win ever, the revelry of the
party had to match it. This type celebration was not to Tom's liking. He
knew he would be expected to attend and since Harm and I would both be
there, the affair would be more tolerable. Tom's nightly sexual jaunts with
Harm were top secret from everyone, including me, at that time. Tom hadn't
fallen for Harm emotionally, but the sex was good. That was enough for
now. No romantic entanglement or third-party jealousy to cope with and
that's the way Tom wanted to keep it. Tom had his own curiosity about whom
Harm had sex with before he arrived at Manchester to become Harm's
partner. Were there more guys on the team besides Harm that liked to fool
around.  Tom's thoughts went back to that day in the shower with Phil,
Wylie, and Howie. The three of them seemed all too familiar with one
another as they stood there covering Harm's prone body with their male
fluid. If none of the three were gay or were experienced in gay activities,
Tom didn't want to take the chance of revealing his own sexuality or
Harm's, for that matter. But still...it might be challenging to find out,
provided he did it discretely.

	The Lion's Roar was jampacked to the hilt with fans, parents, and
teammates. Sounds from Usher and REM could be heard a block away.  As soon
as Tom entered the door, following Harm, the team broke out in a rousing
rendition of "Hail to the Chief", with each guy placing his hand to his
mouth imitating trumpet sounds. The guys all bowed to Tom, while the gals
curtsied. They had had nothing this big to cheer about all year and
everyone took full advantage of the moment. Tom was modestly embarrassed
and tried to get them to rise out of their bows and curtseys. The
townspeople and fans began singing, "For he's a jolly good fellow" at full
voice.  I walked toward Tom and gave him a big hug. It was the first time
the two of us had embraced since spending the night together in the guest
room.

	"Thanks, big guy", I said.

	"Call it, 'e pluribus unum', Coach," Tom replied.

	"I know you're right!" I answered.

	"Is this male bonding or can a cheerleader pay homage to the
champion?" asked Sandy, as she watched Tom and me embrace.

	"Come on in, Sandy, there's enough to go around for everybody," Jim
said to her.

	"Hi, I'm Sandy," she said to Tom as she approached him.

	"Glad to meet you, Sandy. I'm Tom." he replied, but barely got the
words out before she had her arms around him and planted a humongous kiss
on Tom's lips. Tom's mouth was open as he was prepared to say something
else, but Sandy took advantage of the situation and rammed her tongue into
Tom's mouth.

	Tom managed to pull his head back just a little, but Sandy
tightened her embrace and moved her lips to Tom's left ear and whispered,
"Tell me, Tom, is your dick hairy?"

	Tom was a gentleman and didn't want to make a scene but his first
impulse was to pry Sandy's arms from his body and push her
backward. Instead he eased back with enough force, though not noticeable to
any observers, to free himself.

	"I don't kiss and tell," was all he said to her.

	"I guess I'll just have to find out for myself." she said.

	Harm and I looked at each other, knowing that Tom was in a small
quandary. It was Harm who saved the moment.

	"Hey, Tom, where's my hug? I think you see enough of my backside
when I snap the ball to you." Harm politely pushed Sandy out of the way to
put his arms around his quarterback.

	"Thanks, buddy." Tom said to Harm in a low inaudible voice.

	"My, my, what a display of sportsman-like bonding! " Sandy said,
almost smirking, "...makes a girl wish she could join the team! Must be a
lot of fun in the showers...huh, guys?"

	Phil spoke up loud enough for everyone to hear, "Sandy, you can
come shower with us any time you like.  Just make sure you have your own
soap hanging securely on a rope around your neck!" This remark prompted a
huge laugh from all the teammates.

	"Yeah, Sandy," Wylie chimed in, "I need someone to wash my back!
There's this one spot I can't seem to reach, so it never gets washed."

	"Is that where that foul odor's coming from during practice?" Howie
asked.

	"Nah, that's that clot of snot you keep in your sinuses from the
last time you had a real date." Wylie retorted. "If the old Doc Foster ever
checked it, he'd find out your carrying a dose of chlamydia or worse!"

	"God, you're gross!" Howie said.

	"No, I'm just careful where I put my mouth!" Wylie answered.

	"Shit, I don't put my mouth where you put yours without a bun
covered in mustard and relish!"

	"I'd use a bun, but they don't make 'em long enough!"

	"Sure they do! Just open a can of biscuits! They're called
pigs-in-a-blanket."

	"Oh, yeah? You still believe you get a yeast infection from
drinking beer!"

	None of the team took these good-humored remarks seriously and
everyone had a good laugh...all except Sandy. She wasn't sure if they were
kidding or not, but she, sure as hell, was gonna find out.

	Dean Connelly was beaming with joy as he brought Tom's Uncle Ted
over to congratulate Tom over the victory. Ted was even more pleased to see
the drastic change for the better Tom had made in only one week. Richard
Connelly had given most of the credit to me, which in its own way made me a
hero of sorts.

	As for Nina and me, neither of us hadn't spoke of the night that I
spent with Tom since it happened. I suppose both of us were under the
assumption that it was a one-time thing and there was no reason to discuss
it unless the occasion arose for a repeat performance between Tom and me or
any other male I might be attracted to, which was highly unlikely. I
suspected that Tom was being physically or sexually satisfied by Harm and
if that's what it took to keep Tom happy in school AND on the football
field, that's all that concerned me at present. I was still amazed I had
never noticed any sexual deviation from the norm in Harm. But then, why
should I? I wasn't looking for any. However, it did make me look askance at
the rest of the team and wondered if there were any more like him. Phil?
Wylie? Howie?  No way!! Hell, if there was any chance and the student body
found out about it, we'd have to change the team mascot...maybe to a
duckbill platypus or something else as odd.

	I hadn't forgotten what happened between Tom and me as I was still
using him as my daily masturbatory fantasy when I showered at the house
every morning. The sex had been good, exciting, and tremendously
satisfying, but it wasn't worth losing my marriage, my job, or my
reputation over. I just wanted Tom to keep his escapades discreet because
if the wrong party ever found out, there was no telling what he would do or
what would happen to the team if they should find out.

	The victory party ended around 1:30 AM and everyone went home to
sleep off the celebration. As a bonus, the Saturday practice was cancelled,
so no one had to get up early. On the way back to the dorm, Harm and Tom
made plans to spend at least the early part of the night together in Tom's
room. They had been able to sneak four cans of beer past the dorm monitor
who was halfway dozing, considering the hour. Harm was still filled with
excitement over the win and the chief part he had played in Tom's making
the victory possible. To Harm, Tom was equally his teammate, his hero, and
his bed partner. Their sex was not serious but it was fun. They had tried
everything in every possible position at least they thought, but somehow
during the day, one or the other of them managed to think of something new
to try. It had become a game after 'game' practice to see who could think
of the most impossible new ways to have sex. What was even more fun was
making up names for the different acts and positions. There was the "Penis
Flytrap", "Bombs Away Over Tokyo" which involved a tiny Japanese toy. "The
Sliding Whistle", complete with sound effects, "Bowling Balls" needing a
lot of oil and ten maraschino cherries, "Live Grenade in the Foxhole" which
only worked after they had eaten a pot of white beans, and their favorite
which they called "The Three B's---"Boomerang", "Bonsai" and "Bazooka", the
bubble gum, not the weapon. None of these events came close to actual love
making but they were great to try with your best butt buddy.

	Two-thirty AM found Harm and Tom sitting on the side of Tom's bed,
downing the beers and watching some old Three Stooges movie on TV with the
sound turned down low. They had completely undressed as soon as they got
into the room and were resting a bit before beginning their nightly
frolicking or as they preferred to call it, "The Other Olympic Games". Each
of them sat there wondering what the other one had in store for him with
great anticipation.

	"Whose turn is it to start?" Harm asked, as they downed the last of
the beers.

	"Yours," Tom said, "I went first last time."

	"OK. I want to try something completely different tonight." Harm
said.

	"Go to it, buddy! You make the rules and I'll play your game. Just
remember, when you're finished, I can get even with you if I have to." Tom
replied. "What do you want me to do?"

	"Lie down on your back while I turn off the lights and make sure
the door is locked."

	"OK, I'm ready! Now what?"

	"Just lie still and don't say a word." Harm said to him.

	Slowly, Harm lay down on top of Harm, completely covering Tom's
body with his own. No one moved for a minute while they felt their penises
touching and reaching erections at the same time. It was Harm's turn to try
something he had dreamt of, but had always been too afraid of to try on
Tom. He gently placed his mouth on Tom's lips and kissed him for the first
time. This tender gesture caught Tom off guard. This was something he had
never expected. Harm pried Tom's lips apart with his tongue and kissed him
passionately, exploring the inside of Tom's mouth. Tom kept waiting for the
joke to break up the seriousness of the moment. But Harm was relentless. He
continued to kiss Tom in a way that suddenly made their game take on a
whole new meaning. Harm wasn't playing a game anymore. He wanted to make
love as a lover. Tom still kept thinking this was the warmup to a funny
payoff...but Tom also felt if this is what Harm wanted to do, why not?
There was no harm in trying. God knows, they had done practically
everything else except this.  Harm's serious lovemaking was making Tom more
aroused that he'd ever been before...at least with Harm. It was a bit
scary. Was Harm falling in love with him? And what was he feeling?

	Harm sensed a reluctance on Tom's part by his lack of
participation. At that moment, Harm stopped and looked in Tom's eyes, the
best he could due to the darkness of the room with the only light coming
from the television.

	"What's the matter? You don't wanna play my game?" Harm asked.

	"Sure, if I know you are playing."

	"What do you mean?"

	"You're getting kinda serious, aren't you? Or is this part of the
act?" Tom asked.

	"I'm not quite sure...It's something I've been doing a lot of
thinking about. I guess I wanted to see how you would react if our actions
had some real meaning." Harm replied.

	"Then you're putting me to some kind of test?"

	"Maybe. You know some guys actually DO fall in love."

	"Is that what you're trying to tell me? You're falling in love with
me?"

	"I don't know the answer to that either. I thought if I tried to go
a bit beyond our normal limitations, maybe you'd give me some kind of
indication of how you felt about me."

	"We're buddies, pals, teammates, friends. I've never thought about
us becoming anything more serious. I don't know how it would work out if we
actually became lovers.  That puts a different perspective on our sexual
wing-dings."

	"Does it scare you?", he asked hesitantly.

	"A bit. We both know the chance we're taking just by doing what we
usually do, but after we finish, either you go to your room or I come back
to mine and that's the end of it until we're both ready to get our rocks
off again, the next night...But, falling in love...not with just you...but
anyone. Shit man! We'd spend most of the day thinking about one
another...then there's always the chance one of us would get jealous or
stray and have sex with another partner...Then we'd have to face all that
crap of arguing or making up and begging for forgiveness. I've always
thought that that part of a relationship was bullshit and that's why I've
never entered into a relationship."

	"What would you say if I told you I've been having strong feelings
about you?" Harm asked.

	"I'd say you've had too much to drink tonight and it's the beer
talking, not you. Why don't you wait until you're sober in a night or two
and see if you can still say that!"

	"Jesus! You make me feel like a fucking asshole."

	"Why? We're buddies! We can say anything we want to each other
without having regrets. Very frankly, I'm flattered that you think you feel
that way about me!" Tom assured him.

	"But you don't feel that way about me and I'm embarrassed as hell."

	"Don't be! Shit, man! We suck each other's dicks, we swallow each
other's cum, we fuck each other's brains out, so what's the big deal if we
kiss and you stick your tongue in my mouth? God knows, we've done
everything else!"

	"I know, but we've never kissed before and I wanted that to mean
something special...not only to me, but to you, too."

	"It did mean something special! Here, let me show you I have no
hard feelings about it! Well, that's not exactly the truth, I did get one
hard feeling...between my legs. Come here, buddy, I'll kiss you."

	"No! I don't want you to kiss me. I'd rather wait until you want to
for the same reason that I did."

	"All right, if that's the way you want it...I'll wait. Maybe, some
time, some night, I MIGHT feel that way." Tom said.

	"I guess, I've spoiled the whole night for both of us."

	"Not entirely, neither of us has shot off yet. After all your
romanticizing, if we don't cum now, we'll be walking stiff-legged all next
week suffering from blue balls."

	Neither of them said a word for a couple of seconds. The room was
still...almost, but the two of them heard a thump from beneath the bed.

	"What was that?" Harm said, suddenly.

	"I think someone's in the room with us." Tom said in a loud
whisper.

	"You're kidding!"

	They looked at each other and Tom made a motion that someone or
something was hiding under the bed.

	Tom looked at Harm and mouthed the words, "On three."

	The two of them jumped up stark naked and turned the bed over on
its end. The two of them almost died from embarrassment when they
discovered that Sandy Cummings had been hiding under the bed and had heard
every word the two had spoken.

	"Surprise!" she said, coyly. "Did I interrupt something, boys?...Or
should I say...'girls'?"

	"You fucking bitch!" Harm yelled at her. "How did you get in here
and why the fuck were you hiding?"

	"I just came by to give Tom a present for his victory, but
apparently, you took care of that for me, Harm. I didn't know that the two
big muscular jock heroes had their own way of celebrating, but I should
have known. Tell me, Harm, how does it feel to be rejected? Did it hurt
when you found out Tom wasn't in love with you?"

	"I'll kill you, you cunt!" Harm said, yanking her arm to make her
stand up.

	"Ow! That hurt!" she said.

	"What should we do, Tom?" Harm asked.

	"We could forget the whole thing if you wanted to make it a
threesome." Sandy said.

	"Fuck that!" Harm said, "The only part of my body that's going into
your mouth is my fist."

	"Harm, calm down!" Tom said. "The three of us have to talk. We've
got a serious situation here that we have to solve."

	"Well, we're not going to solve it the way she suggested!" Harm
yelled. "Goddammit, bitch, you're about an inch short from my beating you
to a pulp!"

	"I would love to beat your six inches to a pulp!" Sandy replied, in
jest.

	Harm could take it no longer. He slapped Sandy across her face with
his open hand, hard enough for her to hit the floor. Tom took a large leap
and stood between them to keep Harm from continuing his physical attack on
her. When she fell, her head hit the radiator and knocked her unconscious.
Tom knelt to feel her pulse in her neck and pulled one of her eyelids back.

	"She's out like a light." Tom said. "Think we should take her to
the hospital?"

	"Hell, no. Let the bitch lie there and hemorrhage to death!"

	"Harm, we can't do that!" Tom said.

	"Why not? By the time she spreads her gossip about us all over the
campus, WE might as well be dead."

	"Well, I'm not going to be a part of a murder!" Tom exclaimed.

	"Shit, she ain't gonna die. She just hit her head. She can't damage
her brain 'cause she ain't got one! Let me get dressed and you help me take
her to my car and I'll take her back to her dorm and dump her there. One of
her sorority sisters or someone'll see her and put her to bed. She'll be
all right in the morning except for a huge headache." Harm said.

	"Are you sure?"

	"Trust me. You and I have to figure out how to defend ourselves if
she decides to reveal what she heard while she was under the bed. First of
all, it's our word against hers...that's two against one and I doubt if
anyone would believe her. Everyone knows she carves notches every time she
sucks a new dick. If word got out that she'd failed to score with you, it
would crush her reputation, not to mention what it would do to her ego."

	"All I know is she sure got us in a mess." Tom said.

	"Don't worry, I told you I'd take care of it. Nothing'll
happen. You won't even be involved. After all, I'm the one who smacked
her. You didn't do anything except be the innocent victim of a groupie
intrusion."

	"OK, but are you sure she doesn't need medical attention?"

	"Positive. I've been knocked out worse during football
practice. She'll come around. With luck, she might not remember being
here."

	Tom wasn't convinced, but he had no alternative than to go along
with Harm's plan. He slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt while
Harm got fully dressed. They peeked out the door until they thought it was
time for Larry, the dorm monitor, to go on his break. He usually went for
coffee and a pee every morning about 3:30 AM. This would be the best time
to carry Sandy out the door and lay her in the back seat of Harm's car.

	At 3:35AM, all went according to plan and Tom and Harm carried her
out the door unnoticed by anyone.

	"You sure you can manage getting her out of your car by yourself?"
Tom asked.

	"Piece of cake. I may drop her on her head a couple more times for
good measure, but this cunt is so fuckin' dumb, it wouldn't do her any more
harm."

	Once Sandy was placed in the car, Harm drove off, letting Tom sneak
back to his room. Tom had no idea how angry Harm actually was. Harm wished
he had really killed her. He was tired of girls who preyed on guys with
open mouths and twats, racking up points as if they were playing billiards.
He suddenly wished he had placed Sandy in the front passenger seat. That
way, he could open the door and push her out at 60 MPH. But there was no
way he could do that now with her sprawled in the back. One thing Harm did
noticed was the smell of alcohol on Sandy's breath. She had drunk an awful
lot of booze at the party and if it appeared she had fallen on the sidewalk
or slipped on the concrete steps leading into her dorm. it could look like
an accident...provided no one saw him and he had the chance to stage it and
get away with the devious plot. Hell, it was 4:00AM, who would be up at
that hour to see him? He just might be able to pull it off with no one
noticing. It was worth a shot, anyway.

	A block from Sandy's dorm, Harm turned off his headlights and
slowly coasted to rest next to a large tree in the swale near the
curb. There was a morning fog masking most of the street and
sidewalk. Visibility was less than thirty feet. This was also to Harm's
advantage. He quietly opened his door, not shutting it to cause any
unneeded sound and did the same with the back door of his car. He estimated
Sandy to weigh about 110 lbs. This was nothing for a varsity center to
lift. He pulled on her arms and slid her body off the back seat onto the
ground. She moaned a bit as he tugged on her. At least she wasn't
dead. Dammit! It would solve things better if she was. He managed to get
her into a sitting position while he got beneath the bulk of her torso and
heaved her body over his right shoulder. Hell, she was dead-weight, but not
as heavy as he thought.

	Harm looked both ways, as far into the fog as he could see. All was
quiet. Another fortunate thing for him was that the light over the dorm
entrance was not lit, so the landing up the four steps where Harm carried
her was almost in total darkness. He bent over enough for her feet to touch
the pavement, steadying her into a standing position. Then, against his
better judgment, he released his hold on her and she fell backward down the
four concrete stairs, hitting her head a number of times before landing on
the main sidewalk. Harm had only one more thing to do...run like hell to
his car and get away as fast and quietly as he could. As he turned the next
corner in his car, he marvelled at the fact he wasn't trembling or even
feeling any kind of remorse. He had just committed an "accidental" murder
and had no qualms about what he had just done.  Did he hate Sandy that much
or was this how much he loved Tom? Whatever he had done was not for himself
for he knew that no one would have believed Sandy no matter whom she told
that he and Tom were having sex. However, Tom was the pretty one. There
would be a certain percentage of the student body who'd like to believe
things like that about him, because few people knew anything about his
personal life as he had only been a student for one week and a hero for one
night. Harm made it back to the dorm and didn't bother going back to see
Tom. Let Tom sleep and forget what had happened. That's what Harm planned
to do after he had showered and jerked off a couple of times.

	Tom had gotten to sleep around 5:00AM and slept right through
Saturday, not waking until sometime late in the afternoon. It seemed
strange that he had slept so soundly for such a long period. He wondered if
Harm had come by to see him and he hadn't heard Harm's knock. He left his
room around six to get something to eat. The dorm was practically empty
since it was everyone's dinner hour. Instead of going to the cafeteria, Tom
walked north of the campus toward the highway to go to Shoney's. He wasn't
hungry for breakfast food, he wanted two Big Boy's, some fries, and a
vanilla shake.

	A new kid waited on him. His name was Ray...great body, blonde
hair, and Brad Pitt blue eyes. Tom was smitten by Ray's looks on first
glance. Ray had communicated the same attraction toward Tom.  Ray made
several unnecessary trips to Tom's table with water, napkins, ketchup, a
clean fork, and an order for Shoney's hot fudge cake with ice cream. Their
unspoken dialogue was formulating a date for later that night. They both
recognized the "gay" look in one another's eyes. All it took to confirm the
deal was for Tom to ask what time Ray got off from work.  Thirty minutes?
Was that all? Tom would wait. It was worth it for this hunk!

	It just so happened that Ray had a car and lived by himself in a
small apartment and if things worked out right, Tom would be spending the
entire weekend at Ray's. As Tom got into Ray's car to leave, he wasn't
aware of Harm's car parked across the street. Harm had scrunched down in
the seat so no one could see or notice him. However Harm had noticed Tom
leaving with this raving beautiful blonde guy to some unknown
destination. Harm gave them a block head start before he started his engine
to follow them. Jealousy was building into a rage the farther Harm
drove. Was Tom that easy a lay? To meet some waiter and go to bed with him
so quickly?

	Ray called in sick at Shoney's on Sunday after Tom had called the
dorm, saying he was staying with friends and wouldn't return until late
Sunday evening. The two of them had hit it off quite well, becoming close
friends and great bed partners. The had sex every conceivable way and each
had lost count on the number of times they had reached climaxes. Little did
Tom know that Harm had been parked all night a half block down the street
from Ray's apartment. He had masturbated six or eight times while sitting
behind the steering wheel, imagining what Tom and Ray must've been doing
inside. The masturbation had curtailed some of Harm's rage and anxiety, but
every hour Tom spent inside Ray's apartment made Harm more and more
jealous.  Yep, there was no doubt in his mind. He had totally and
completely fallen in love with his quarterback and if Tom wouldn't or
couldn't reciprocate the feeling, Harm didn't know what to do. He made his
mind up about one thing, Tom wouldn't spend any more weekends with the
Shoney's waiter, not if he had anything to do with it! He'd stop that
romance before it started.

	Finally, after almost twenty-six hours of non-stop sex, Tom emerged
from Ray's apartment. Ray was going to drive him back to his dorm. Again,
Harm started his car and followed them from a distance. Harm watched as Tom
got out of Ray's car in front of the dorm. Tom leaned over and gave Ray a
kiss...just a peck, but nonetheless, it was a kiss...something Tom wouldn't
afford himself to give Harm. Harm was furious. Tom went inside the dorm as
Ray drove off. Harm continued to follow Ray. Ray didn't head toward his
apartment, he apparently wanted to go to the grocery store to restock for
the next week. At the first traffic light, Ray stopped and Harm pulled up
right behind him, almost touching bumper to bumper. As the light turned
green, before Ray could put his foot on the accelerator, Harm slammed his
foot on his gas pedal and pushed Ray's car with a vengeance. Ray tried to
see in his rear view mirror who was forcing his car uncontrollably to speed
down the street. He tried to brake his car, but the thrust of Harm's car
was too powerful for Ray to come to a stop. He looked at the speedometer
and it was reading 65 mph which made steering next to impossible. Ray was
scared for his life. Who was this maniac and why was he doing this? Ray did
the best he could to stay in the middle of the road until he saw a car
approaching from the opposite direction. Ray sensed he would hit the car
head-on and pulled his steering wheel a bit to the right to avoid the
inevitable collision. A little to the right was all it took to plunge the
front of his car into a tall, wide oak tree. A few seconds before his car
hit the tree, Harm slammed on his brakes so that he would avoid rear-ending
Ray's car and avoid the impact. Ray's car hit the tree with such a force
that the tree pushed Ray's motor into the front seat, crushing Ray's body
and causing the steering wheel to break every bone in Ray's rib cage. He
died instantly. Harm swerved his car before the crash and sped down the
road, not even looking back to see what damage he'd done. "That's one guy
that won't be spending time with Tom anymore," Harm said to himself as he
turned at the next two corners and headed back toward the dorm to see Tom.

	Tom learned of Ray's wreck the next morning, shortly after he found
out that Sandy Cummings was in a coma for six at the hospital before dying,
from falling down the stairs backwards in front of the girls dorm. Tom
immediately wondered if Harm had had anything to do with Sandy's fall, but
he didn't suspect Harm was the cause of Ray's accident either, although it
did seem more than a coincidence that two people he had been involved with
encountered a tragedy within a few hours of each other. Tom didn't mention
Ray's name to anyone for fear he might be a suspect in the incident. After
all, he was probably the last person to see either of them alive.


                   * * * * * * * * * JIM * * * * * * * * * *


	On hearing of Sandy's death, Dean Connelly issued an edict to all
the fraternities and sororities about the usual danger and evil of
excessive drinking...never travel alone if you've been drinking...don't
drive...blah, blah, blah...the same old rhetoric when accidents occurred
while "under the influence". He really didn't know Sandy but he made a big
hoopla out of it to cover his ass. He doubted that any girl, or guy for
that matter, was totally sober after the Friday night victory. Accidents
happen and that was that! Nothing more was made of it...no investigation or
coroner's inquest. The only person that was alarmed was Tom. He didn't know
what had happened after he and Harm had put Sandy in Harm's back seat. Tom
maintained an attitude of total innocence, but at the same time, he was
dying to talk to Harm privately to find out what happened. The biggest
mystery of all was where WAS Harm? No one had seen him in the dorm all day
Sunday and he was absent from his classes on Monday. Tom thought that Harm
would surely be at Monday afternoon's practice, but when he failed to show
up or even call me, Tom became very concerned. Sandy was dead, Ray was
dead, and now, Harm was missing.

	Jerry Brickell, the back-up center, took Harm's place at
practice. The team members were still pumped up by the victory...all but
Tom. Tom was having an off day. He couldn't seem to complete a pass. He was
sacked several times just standing in the pocket without trying to throw
the ball. His mind was preoccupied on Harm and he was battling with himself
mentally whether to tell me about his and Harm's sexual tryst and their
episode involving Sandy. I could see that the practice was a disaster, so I
gave them a little pep talk with a warning about resting on their laurels
and not to believe that winning was going to be that easy from now on. I
rushed them off to the showers in order to have a private chat with Tom. I
called him into my office and asked him to shut the door.

	"OK, What gives?" I asked Tom, pointedly.

	"Nothing. What do you mean?" Tom asked.

	"Do you have a hangover or have you been doing drugs?"

	"God, no!" Tom replied.

	"Then why were you fucking up so bad on the field? Does it have
something to do with Harm's absence? Do you know where he is?"

	"Coach, I haven't seen him since we got back to the dorm after the
party Friday night." Tom said, avoiding telling the whole truth.

	"You two have been getting it on, haven't you?"

	"What's that supposed to mean?"

	"Shit, Tom. I'm not blind, I don't live in a cave on the side of a
mountain. You two have been having sex! Don't deny it! You're doing your
best to keep it a secret but Harm doesn't have sociopathic skills. It's
written all over his face every time he looked at you last week."

	"Aw, we might've fooled around a little. You know, like all the
guys did in the shower when you saw us, but's that's about all." Tom said,
not looking at me.

	"You mean there were more than two of you?"

	"No, just Harm and me."

	"Did it get serious?" I asked.

	"Not on my part."

	"What about Harm? Are you saying he got serious about you, but you
didn't return the favor?"

	"Something like that!"

	"That's what I figured. Maybe you gave him the shaft and he's off
somewhere brooding. Tom, you've got to be more careful with other people's
feelings."

	"Are you including yourself when you mention 'other people's
feelings'?"

	"We're not discussing me or my feelings, I'm trying to find out
what went on between you and Harm."

	"OK. We had sex! A lot of it! Are you satisfied?"

	"The question is...were YOU satisfied?"

	"As far as it went."

	"But Harm wanted to go further, huh?"

	"Maybe."

	"Do you think he fell in love with you and you mistook it for
something else?"

	"It's possible."

	"Can you talk in sentences and not in short phrases?"

	"What do you want me to say? You want to hear blow by blow details
how we sucked each other and how if felt when we fucked each other?"

	"I'm not looking for graphic descriptions. Tell me what you talked
about the last time you saw him. That'll do for starters."

	Tom sat silently looking down at the floor for a few minutes before
I noticed a tear coming out of his right eye.

	"Coach, I've got to talk to someone. What I have to say is not
pleasant and it's hard for me to find the words."

	"I hope after the things we did together in bed, you could trust me
enough to tell me anything."

	"You're the one person I can talk to, but..." Tom stopped.

	"But, what?"

	"Coach, I think Harm killed Sandy Cummings!" Tom blurted out.

	"Jesus Christ, Tom! Do you know what you're saying!?"

	"I know what I'm saying but I don't want to believe it." Tom said,
breaking into a sob.

	I knew how troubled he was and I went to him and put my arms around
him. It seemed so natural. That same wonderful thrill that I had
experienced holding him naked in bed returned to me and I couldn't hold him
tight enough.

	"Come on, little guy, start at the beginning and tell me
everything," I said, not wanting to interrupt our embrace.

	Tom didn't look at me. He stayed in my arms with his face almost
buried in my shoulder while he related everything that had happened after
the game Friday night. He left out no details, which helped confirm my
suspicion of Harm's loving Tom. I was relieved that Tom was no more
involved than it appeared. But then he continued with his narrative by
telling me about the weekend with Ray and Ray's ensuing auto
accident. That's when I really became alarmed. Had Harm caused two deaths
in the jealous rage of a spurned lover? Jesus Christ!, what would Harm do
if he knew about Tom's and my interlude? What if he were to walk in and
catch us embracing just now? Would he make the same attempt on my life?
Would he try to hurt Tom?

	There was no proof of Harm's guilt, only narrowed speculation, but
there was a cause for definite concern. I realized the dilemma we were all
in. If Dean Connelly, the police, or anybody knew of Tom and Harm's affair,
Tom's reputation would be ruined. Also, he could be arrested as an
accessory to Sandy's death. I couldn't let my feelings for Tom be known for
fear of losing my job and creating a school scandal. The best thing to do
would be to find Harm before he hurt himself or anyone else. I also
couldn't decide if Tom would be safer staying at my house instead of the
dorm or if it would raise more suspicion as to why the quarterback had
moved in with the coach and his wife.

	After much deliberation, I decided the best plan would be to keep
Tom's revelation to me a secret for a couple of days and see if Harm showed
up at school, in the dorm, or at practice. Maybe Harm was totally innocent
of wrong-doing and played no part in Ray's accident. Maybe Sandy had
revived in the car and had fallen down the stairs accidentally and Harm
felt trapped and was afraid he would be implicated in her death. What ever
the answer was, depended on what Harm had to say.  That is, unless he was
guilty and had planned revenge on a third victim.


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(to be continued in Chapter 5)