Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 17:03:00 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Scott's Story  Chapter 5  (Mark's Revenge)

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profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
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Scott's Story Chapter 5


I tried to sleep on the plane, but it was useless. I couldn't get the
past twenty-four hours out of my mind. Ryan had used me. I knew that now.
I cried several times, remembering how he had fucked me just so that
Bobby could tape it and show it to the school.

I guess I should have expected it. I should have known something was up
when he agreed to meet with me. No one could go from bitter hatred to
eager anticipation so suddenly. He had refused to talk to me for days,
and then readily accepted my apology. I was too blindly in love with him
to notice.

However, I was helpless to control anything after I was kidnapped by
Randall and Richard. They were out to humiliate me. As I sat on the
plane, I realized that I had deserved everything they did to me.

I had tormented almost everyone at school. I had walked around like a
Greek god, expecting others to bow to my every whim. I had manipulated
others to satisfy me sexually. I had unmercifully attacked Mark and
Bobby, just so I could receive some sick retribution for the way my
father had treated me.

So now I was on a plane, heading hundreds of miles to a place I knew
absolutely nothing about. Arkansas. Where the hell is it even located? If
I had paid attention in geography, I might have some idea where I was
heading. I knew it was a southern state. I think it was where President
Clinton was from. That's about all I knew.

I knew even less about my aunt. She was my mother's older sister. Her
name was Marie Cantrell. She had divorced my Uncle Dwight a couple of
years ago. My mother had wanted me to go live with her when she was
imprisoned, but at the time she was trying to piece her life together.

She had two children- my cousins. One was a girl who had to be about
nine. The other was a boy who was a couple years older than me. He must
be around eighteen now. I only met them once when they visited us in
Phoenix when I was about eleven.

I knew I hated my life. At sixteen, when most guys are enjoying the
adventures of boyhood, I was swimming in misery. I don't think there'd
hardly been a day in my life when I had been happy. Looking at me, you
would think- why is he complaining? He's got it all, Tall, handsome,
wonderful build and intelligent. Most guys would die to have what I had.
But most of the things people admired about me were exterior
characteristics.

If they removed the handsome shell; they'd find an ugly core. They'd
find a boy filled with so much hurt and sorrow; a boy longing for love
and affection.

"Are you alright?" The nice flight attendant asked me when she noticed
the tears streaming down my face. She handed me a couple of tissue.

"Yes." I was embarrassed. I didn't expect anyone to see me crying.

"Are you afraid of flying?" She asked as she sat down beside me. There
were not a lot of passengers on the plane, so we were relatively alone.

"No, Ma'am." I said quietly.

"I'm not a Ma'am." She laughed. "My name is Sheila."

"Hello, Sheila." I wiped the tears from my face with the tissue. "I'm
Scott."

"What's a cute boy like you doing back here crying?" She asked
worriedly.

"If you knew me you wouldn't think I was so cute." The tears began to
reappear in my eyes.

"Then tell me about it." She held the side of my arm and squeezed it
gently.

I don't know why, but I had a sudden urge to release everything that
I'd been holding back for years. I found myself telling a complete
stranger my entire life. I left nothing out. We must have gone through a
box of tissue, wiping the tears from our eyes. At one point the captain
came back to see if everything was alright, but she just waved him off.

After spending an hour bearing my soul, I felt better. Sheila had been
patient, and just let me cry and release a wave of emotion within me.
When I was done, she gave me an enormous hug.

"Well, Scott." She said as she wiped her eyes clean. "You can put the
past behind you. You're going to a place where no one knows your past.
It will be a new start for you. I know it's really cliché, but today is
the first day of the rest of your life. Make the best of it."

"Thanks, Sheila." I leaned in and gave her a hug. She laid me back on
the seat and held me while I finally fell asleep. When I awoke later, I
noticed that she would walk down the aisle, checking to make sure I was
alright.

We arrived in Little Rock around ten at night. It was dark when I got off
the plane. I took a seat after getting my bags from the luggage stile. I
figured I'd probably have another long wait as I had when I arrived in
California.

I had no sooner sat down when a guy headed my way. He was really hot. If
all the guys in Arkansas looked like him, then I might just like it here.
He was about 6'2" and had the look of a southern farm boy. He didn't
look like the guys in Phoenix or California. He had a tan that looked
like it was natural on him. His hair was blond and cut very short. . He
was built nicely. His biceps were almost busting the seams of his shirt.
I could see him working long hours shirtless in a field. He was looking
at me with piercing blue eyes.

He walked quickly over to me and flashed me a smile. He had two really
cute dimples. His teeth were white and perfect. It was infectious. I
couldn't help but smile back.

"You Scott?" He said with a slight southern drawl, as he continued to
smile.

"Yeah." I stood and extended my hand. He looked past it and pulled me
into a hug.

"We don't shake around here." He said, as he squeezed me tightly. "We
give hugs."

I felt safe wrapped in his strong arms. I'm nicely built, but I felt
like a dwarf in his arms.

He released me and stepped back, giving me another toothy grin.

"I'm Alex Cantrell." He grinned. "Guess we're cousins, huh?"

"Yeah." I returned his smile. This guy was definitely hot. I'd just
met him and I already liked him. He just had a genuine friendliness to
him. He probably didn't have an enemy in the world.

"Where's your bags?" He looked around and saw my luggage sitting on
the floor. He grabbed the two largest, leaving me the smaller one. I
could hardly lift them when I had taken them to the airport in
California. I had to make three trips because they were so heavy. My
uncle had refused to help me. Instead, he sat in the car drinking a beer.

But Alex picked them up like they were pillows. He looked back at me
questioningly.

"Ain't you coming?" He asked. "It's a long walk if you stay here."
He started laughing as he walked away.

I watched his strong back and tight ass as I followed behind him out of
the airport. His jeans were cut tight and accentuated his nicely rounded
ass. Yes, I was definitely going to like Arkansas.

He led me to a red pickup truck. He tossed my bags into the back and then
grabbed mine and tossed it in.

"Come on." He pointed to the passenger's side. "Let's head for
home."

I don't know why, but him saying `home' made me want to cry. I could
feel tears forming in my eyes. I quickly winked them away as I got in the
truck. Home was something I had never really experienced. The way he said
it made it seem so natural. It sounded like a place he really wanted to
go to, not run away from.

He drove us out of the airport area and onto an interstate highway. After
about five miles we pulled onto a narrow road, heading south.

"Might as well relax." He said. "We got about 100 mile drive ahead of
us."

He looked over and laughed when he saw the surprised look on my face.

"Hell, Scott." He laughed. "This here is Arkansas. We don't have
airports everywhere like they do in California."

As we drove, I learned a lot about Alex. He was eighteen, turning
nineteen in a month. He was a senior at a rural high school. He played
football, basketball and baseball. It wasn't until later that I found
out he was the star player in all three sports. As pitcher, he had led
the baseball team to three consecutive state titles.

Not only was he an athlete, he was a scholar. He was in the Honor Society
and had a 3.9 GPA. He embarrassingly admitted he'd be the school's
valedictorian. He had received four athletic scholarship offers to major
universities, but was considering an academic scholarship to Florida
State.

He wanted to be a veterinarian. He said the local vet, Dr. Vorhees, was
getting old and ready to retire. Alex had been working for him since he
was twelve. Dr. Vorhees had helped him get the scholarship on the
condition he return and take over his practice. Alex started to choke up
when he talked about the doctor. It was obvious he felt very close to
him.

I kept looking at him in amazement. No one could possibly be this
perfect. He was ruggedly good looking, intelligent and caring. I was
falling fast for this guy. Until.

Until he started talking about his girlfriend, Karen. I stared out the
window dejectedly as he talked for over twenty minutes how wonderful she
was. They had been dating for the past three years, but had become
serious last year. He said they were still virgins, but admitted with
embarrassment that she had given him a couple of hand jobs. They would be
going to the same university and then marry after graduation.

Alex had the whole thing planned out. He was the kind of guy who would
definitely make his dreams come true. I could see him happily married
with three kids, two dogs, and several horses. Everyone would respect him
and the whole town would turn out for his funeral seventy years from now.
He had it all. And I felt miserable once again.

He was everything I wasn't. I was the unloved kid. The kid who's dad
had whipped and beaten him until he had no self-respect left. The kid who
only felt loved once, and then messed up that relationship. No one cared
about me. If I died today, they would have to bury me in a pauper's
grave with no one in attendance. Suddenly, the tears began to flow again.
I began to sniff. I felt Alex's hand on my arm.

"It's going to be alright, Scott." He tried to reassure me. "You're
with family now. Mom told me all about it."

I burst into tears. I couldn't stop crying. I was so embarrassed that
Mr. Perfect beside me was trying to comfort me.

"Please stop and let me out!" I shouted.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle. I heard the
brakes squeal, as Alex stopped the truck. I jumped out and started
running into the brush. We were on a desolate road, miles from anywhere.
I had no idea where I was running. I only knew I had to get away.

I must have run a half mile through the brush. I could hear Alex running
behind me. I knew he could have caught me if he wanted, but he just let
me lead. My lungs began to hurt and I was having trouble breathing. I
stopped and fell to the ground, grabbing at the dusty dirt. I started
wailing like a hurt coyote. Alex stopped and looked down at me.

"Scottie." He knelt down and pulled me into him. He sat on the ground
and placed me in his lap, wrapping me in his arms. He started gently
rocking me and humming a song. I continued crying for several more
minutes, trembling in his strong arms. He continued to hum a song as he
rocked me.

"Why are you doing this?" I cried. "I'm no good. Everyone's told me
that all my life." He didn't respond. He tightened his grip around me
and rocked me.

"I'm a goddamned fag." I screamed. "Everybody hates me."

I expected him to let me go when I admitted I was gay, but he didn't. He
held me tighter and continued to hum in my ear. After a few minutes, I
stopped crying and relaxed in his arms. He stopped rocking, but never
stopped holding me.

"Momma used to do this to me when I got upset." He whispered in my ear.
"Feels good, don't it?" I nodded my head as I relaxed even more. I
rested in his arms for about another ten minutes. I wiped the tears from
my eyes.

"I'm alright now." I said softly. "Thanks."

He hugged me a last time, and then released his arms from around me. I
immediately missed his caress. I stood and then held out my hand to help
him up. He grinned at me as he stood beside me.

"You'll be alright, Scott." He said. "No one's going to hurt you
here."

He stepped away and unzipped his pants. He pulled out an enormous cock
and started to piss in the brush.

"Damn." He laughed. "I've had to do that for the last twenty minutes.
You were pressed up again my stomach so tight."

"I gotta go too." I said shyly. I started to step away and go behind a
bush, but he stopped me.

"Hell, Scott." He said. "We're both boys. Here in Arkansas it's rude
not to take a good piss with your buddy." He was giving me another of
his signature smiles.

I walked over beside him and pulled down my shorts and started pissing
beside him. He looked down and watched as I pissed. I took it that I was
also allowed to watch him as well. For the first time in my life, I felt
I had a brother. Standing in that desolate field, standing side by side
pissing into a bush, I felt closer to Alex than I had anyone in my life.

When we were done, I walked over and gave him a hug. He grinned and
hugged me back.

"Thanks Alex." I said.

"Hey, that's what family is for." He smiled that toothy smile again.
"And don't start crying again." We both started laughing as he threw
his arm around me and we headed back to the truck.

"Lucky we haven't stepped on any snakes." He said, looking cautiously
around. I could hear him laughing when I tore off in the direction of the
road.

The rest of the ride was more enjoyable. He asked me questions about my
past, but this time I was able to speak about it without getting upset. I
told him about my parents, and how I had been treated horribly by my
classmates.

I went into some detail about my experience in California, but I left
much of the information out. It was hard to tell him how I had treated
Mark and Bobby, and how they had gotten revenge on me. I definitely
didn't want to discuss the goal post incident, although I knew that he
had already heard about it.

After about another half hour, we pulled onto a dirt driveway that went
about 500 feet to a small wood frame house. It looked exactly like the
pictures I'd seen of southern homes isolated in rural areas. It even had
a wrap-around porch. There were several chairs sitting on it. I could
picture Alex and his family sitting there on a hot evening drinking a
cold lemonade or iced tea.

An old German shepard rose and lazily walked over to the truck. He gave a
warning bark when I climbed out of the car.

"Hush, Cricket." Alex reached down and scratched him behind his ears.
"This is Scott. He's going to be here a while." As if understood, he
walked over to me, waiting for me to scratch his ears. I leaned down and
started petting his head.

"Cricket?" I asked. "That's an odd name for a dog." Alex started
laughing.

"Yeah, well when he was a pup, he was very curious." He stated. "One
day I heard him howling in pain. When I came out a cricket was sitting on
his nose. Funniest sight I ever saw. You would of thought he'd been hit
by a car. Since then he's been Cricket."

The old dog seemed embarrassed. He walked over and lay down under a tree,
turning his back from us. We both began laughing. Alex threw his arm
around my shoulder and led me toward the house.

My Aunt Marie appeared on the porch, wiping her hands on her apron. She
was a pretty woman. She didn't seem like she belonged in a farmhouse in
rural Arkansas. I imagined her sitting at a desk on Wall Street. She had
an air of sophistication about her that seemed out of place here.

"Scottie." She approached me with open arms. She embraced me as I
hugged her back.

"I'm so glad you're here." I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes,
but I started laughing when I looked over at Alex and he made a crying
face.

"What is up with you two?" She laughed. "I see you're getting
along."

"Yeah," Alex pulled me into him, giving me a noogie. "I'm going to
have fun tormenting my new little brother."

"I can take care of myself." I laughed, as I tried to pull free. He
wrapped his leg around mine, sending me flying to the ground.

"Did he tell you he's taken judo since he was six?" Aunt Marie
laughed. "He has a black belt. I wouldn't try to mess with him if I
were you."

I thought I'd catch him off guard as he was looking at his mother, but
he sensed me approaching and sent me flying once again to the ground.

"If you're smart," she laughed, "you'll stop while you can still
walk." I reached out and grabbed Alex's leg, pulling him to the ground.
I then jumped on him and pinned him. He was laughing too hard to fight
back.

"Boys." Aunt Marie laughed. She then disappeared into the house.

We continued to wrestle. He rolled me over and sat on top of me. I could
feel my dick getting hard as he wiggled around on top of me. He kept
looking down at me and giving me that heart-breaking grin. Suddenly, I
realized he'd never be interested in me. Why couldn't I have a boy like
Alex? However, he was straight, and it wouldn't be fair of me to try and
take advantage of his natural kindness.

"Let me up, please." I begged him, before I started crying again.

"What is it now?" He said in exasperation. "You sure are the moodiest
kid I've ever met."

"You wouldn't understand." I said as I headed toward the barn. I had
no idea where I was going. It was just he nearest place around. Cricket
rose and started walking beside me. I walked inside and looked around.
There was hay stacked high, and it had a musty odor. It didn't smell
like the exhaust fumes I'd been accustomed to in California.

As I was standing looking around, Alex stepped beside me.

"Look, Scott." He started. "I know you've been through some bad shit.
Your mother used to call Mom and complain to her. And that Uncle Roger.
He was a real card. I can't imagine what you had to put up with. But
you're here now. All that's now in the past. You have to look toward
tomorrow."

"You're the second person to tell me that today." I laughed.

"It's true, Scott." He took me by my shoulders and looked me in the
eyes.

"It's just hard to imagine anything good happening to me." I said
sadly.

"Look at you." He shook my shoulders. "You're cute, smart and
sensitive. You've really got a lot going for you."

"It hasn't gotten me much so far." I said.

"Well, tomorrow's a new day." He threw his arm around me and led me
back towards the house."

"The sun will come out tomorrow." He started singing the song from
`Annie.' I laughed and started howling like a dog.

"Bet your bottom dollar.."

"Ooowww!" I giggled.

"Hey, I'm not that bad." He laughed.

"You're not that good." I elbowed him in his side.

We walked back to the house. Alex never dropped his hand from my
shoulder. I put my hand around his waist and pulled him into me.

"You think I'm cute, huh?" I giggled.

"Not as cute as Karen, though." He quickly kissed me on my cheek, gave
me a stupid look and tore off for the house. I chased after him, laughing
as I ran.

Maybe it won't be so bad here after all.

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