Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:32:07 -0500
From: rmustard <rmustard@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Scott's Story  Chapter 7    (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 7



I was startled out of my sleep with someone jumping onto my bed. I felt a
wet tongue licking the side of my face. I slowly opened my eyes to
Cricket looking at me and wagging his tail. I could hear Alex laughing in
the background.

"Get up." He ordered. "It's time for school."

I looked over at the alarm clock and noticed it was a little after five
in the morning. My eyes looked across the room at a naked Alex standing
in the doorway with a morning hard on. I let my eyes stare at the erect
image in front of me. He started laughing and rushed over to the bed,
tossing back the covers.

"Yeah." He laughed. "Like you don't wake up with one." I tried to
cover myself, but he had taken me by surprise. My hard cock was pointing
toward the ceiling. Even though we had jacked off together the night
before, I was still embarrassed being totally exposed to him.

"Get you ass up." He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. We were
both standing naked before each other. He let his eyes wander over my
body appraisingly.

"You've got a nice body." He said. "Did you play sports back home?"

"No." I replied. "Never really interested me."

"Well, with a body like that," he said. "You'll definitely be on the
football team."

"I've never played football." I informed him. "Besides, the season
has already started."

"I'm the quarterback." He smiled. "I can make things happen."

"Now get in the bathroom and take care of that." He reached out and
thumped me hard on the head of my hard dick. I bent over moaning in pain.
He ran from the room laughing.

I took a shower and jacked off. I exploded against the wall thinking
about Alex sitting on the toilet seat the night before with cum on his
chest. Once done, I returned to my room and dressed for school. Alex came
in and sat on the side of my bed and talked to me as I put on my shoes
and socks.

"Would you tell me why we are up so friggin' early in the morning?" I
looked at the clock and it was only a ten to six.

"We've got chores to do." He looked at me and grinned.

"We?" I laughed. "You have a mouse in your pocket?"

"You live here now." He smiled. "And since you're the youngest, they
become your chores."

"What?" I said loudly. "That's not fair."

"Who said life was ever fair." He hit me upside the head and
disappeared from the room.

I finished dressing and went into the kitchen. Aunt Marie and Melanie
were also dressed and eating breakfast.

"It's about time." My aunt said. She set a plate of scrambled eggs,
bacon, sausage and grits in front of me. She then poured a large glass of
milk. I looked at the enormous plate of food.

"I can't eat all of this." I informed her.

"Good." Alex grabbed my plate and shoveled half the food onto his now
empty plate.

"Alex!" She said. "Remember your manners."

"But he said he didn't want it." He looked at me questioningly. I just
shrugged my shoulders and started to eat the now half empty plate.

After we finished, I followed him out to the barn. I hadn't noticed the
day before that they had farm animals. He first led me to the chicken
coop in which there must have been about 20 hens. He grabbed a basket and
started collecting eggs.

"Watch what I do." He grinned. "Because tomorrow you get to do it."

I started to protest, but he grabbed my head and pulled it under his arm
and started giving me another noogie. I pulled away and rubbed my head,
as he laughed and continued walking around the barn.

He feed the chickens and then walked over and grabbed a bale of hay and
walked around to the back of the barn. Two horses were waiting for him.
They were beautiful. One was a roan and the other was a dapple gray.

"This is Sarah Belle." He walked over and rubbed the roan's nose.
"And this is Pistol Pete." The horse nudged him and put his face
against Alex's shoulder. Alex pulled away and started throwing hay over
the fence. I started to help him. I'd never been around a horse before,
so I was scared. I kept watching them to make sure they didn't nip me.

"They ain't going to hurt you." Alex laughed. "I'll take you riding
this weekend." I gave him a questioning look. He started laughing.

After completing the chores, we went back inside while Alex got his book
bag. He walked over to the corner of the kitchen and picked up another
one and tossed it to me.

"Here." He said. "Everything you need is in there." We left the
kitchen and I headed to his pick up truck.

"What about registering? I asked. "Doesn't Aunt Marie have to come
with us?"

"Naw." He said. "She already took care of it. All you have to do is
stop by the office and get your schedule. I've already seen it, so you
should be alright. Just remember, we ain't California." He started
laughing as he started up the truck.

He told me the school was about twelve miles away. I wouldn't be able to
walk to school like I was accustomed to doing. A bus did run by the
house, but Alex told me he'd drive me to and from school. The only thing
was, I'd have to wait for him until football practice was over. I
wasn't looking forward to sitting around for about two hours waiting for
him. I started to ask him how to go about riding the bus home, but I was
afraid I'd hurt his feelings if I did. He seemed to want me to wait for
him.

After riding down side roads for about twenty minutes, we finally pulled
up outside the high school. Alex parked his truck between two other cars
with guys sitting inside. It seemed like they had been waiting for him to
arrive.

Four guys emerged from both cars and headed to the truck.

"You're late, Cantrell." A guy about Alex's age walked up and patted
him on the back. He was tall and muscular with short black hair and dark
brown eyes. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Damn, Alex." He said excitedly. "You didn't say you had a little
brother." He looked at me and extended his hand.

"David Gordon." He said with a heavy southern drawl. He grasped my hand
tightly. I tried to return a firm handshake.

"This moron is my best friend." Alex informed me. "We have been
friends since we were in diapers." David started laughing.

"Yeah." He laughed. "Mine didn't have poop in them, though." Alex
slapped him on the side of his head.

Alex spent the next few minutes introducing me to his other friends. All
of them were members of the football team. They couldn't get over the
fact how much Alex and I looked alike.

"He's going out for the team." Alex grabbed my shoulder and pulled me
into him.

"What position?" David asked. I looked at Alex and shrugged my
shoulders.

"Running back." Alex gave David a smirk.

"Hey," He shouted. "That's my position."

"Was." Alex stated, then he grabbed me by my shoulders and led me into
the school. David ran next to Alex begging him not to let me replace him
on the team. Alex looked at me and winked while he continued to let David
plead.

The high school we entered was nothing like the large schools I had
previously attended.

This school could have fit into the corner of the one I had attended in
California. It was also old. There were cracks on the ceiling, and the
walls could use a coat of paint.

One thing that was different, everyone seemed friendly. I guess I was
experiencing what I had heard was southern hospitality. I don't think
I'd ever shaken so many hands. Alex was extremely popular. There wasn't
a person in the school he didn't know; and everyone seemed genuinely
happy to see him.

He kept introducing me as his little brother. Everyone was amazed at how
much we looked alike. It was a little awkward trying to explain how I had
suddenly just popped up in Arkansas.

"His parents are separated." Alex explained to David and a few people.
"He's staying with us until things settle down."

I was proud of Alex. He hadn't told them the truth, but at the same time
he hadn't lied. My parents were separated. He just didn't tell them
that they were separated by iron bars.

I also found it unusual that no one seemed to suspect that I was gay. At
other schools, boys immediately began to hit on me. No one here seemed to
pay that much attention to me- at least not in that sort of way. I was
being treated like one of the guys. I guess being Alex's cousin helped.

Alex led me to the office where I met the principal, Mr. Waters. He
seemed like a friendly enough man. Like everyone else, he was surprised
that Alex and I looked so much alike. He told me he hoped I would be a
good student like my cousin. I was beginning to worry that a lot of
people were expecting so much of me. I'd been a failure all my life, so
I knew I'd probably mess this up too.

The first three periods went well. Everyone kept asking me if I was
Alex's little brother. Teachers went out of their way to help me with
make-up work that I had missed. My second period literature teacher said
she would assign me a tutor so that I could catch up.

I left third period and headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Alex told me
he'd meet me there. He said he usually ate with the football team. I had
met most of them when we arrived earlier that morning, so I was looking
forward to sitting with Alex and his friends.

As I was trying to find my way to the lunchroom, I student stepped back
from his locker and knocked my books out of my hand. He was a rather
small and skinny. He reminded me a lot of Bobby. He had medium brown hair
and big brown eyes; even though they were masked by the large glasses he
was wearing.

"Watch out, fag." I said angrily, as I pushed him back into the locker.
He shrunk away from me, expecting me to hit him. He uttered, "Sorry." I
started to push him again, when I was grabbed by my neck and lifted off
my feet.

Someone was carrying me through the hallway. I was trying to stop them,
but they had a vice grip on my neck. I couldn't make out who it was.
Everyone stopped in the hallway and watched as I was quickly whisked into
a boy's restroom.

The grip was released from my neck and I was grabbed by my shoulders and
spun around. I was staring into the angry eyes of David. His face was
flushed and he had his fists balled up. I took a step back, waiting for
him to hit me. He put his fists down and started pacing around the room.
He'd occasionally stop and look angrily at me.

"If you ever touch that kid again," he said angrily. "I'll knock the
shit out of you. Got it?" He was standing directly in my face, staring
intently into my eyes.

I nodded my head. I was afraid to say anything because I felt he still
wanted to hit me.

"And if I ever hear you call another kid a fag again," He continued.
"I'll personally make sure it will be a while before you can say
anything again."

He just stood and looked at me angrily. I couldn't understand why he was
so upset. I'd been doing this all my life and no one had reacted like he
was now doing. Actually, it was the first time anyone had ever challenged
me. I probably would have fought back, but I knew he was Alex's best
friend.

"Sorry." I said apologetically. I walked over and washed my hands to
avoid showing my nervousness. I felt awkward the way he was staring at
me. I guess I hadn't made a very good impression with him.

"Remember what I said." He spoke in a low, angry tone. He hit the door
and stormed out of the restroom. I knew he would probably tell Alex about
the incident. I wasn't in the school for more than four hours, and I had
already fucked up.

I walked out of the restroom and headed to the cafeteria. This time I was
a little apprehensive about going in. I was afraid by now the entire
football team would know I was a bully.

When I walked in, Alex was standing at a corner table looking for me. He
excitedly waved me over. David was sitting beside him, giving me a
disgusted look.

"You're just in time for pizza." Alex exclaimed. "Our boy Ollie went
out and brought back seven for us. I've already paid him for our share,
so eat up."

I sat down across from Alex and David. I could tell that David was still
upset with me. Alex tried to get him to talk, but he was still angry. I
looked up and saw the small boy I'd pushed in the hall heading toward
our table. He was walking with a noticeable limp.

My heart began to beat rapidly, because I was sure he was going to say
something to Alex about the way I had pushed him into the locker and
called him a fag.

"Devin!" Alex shouted. "Sit down. I have someone I want you to meet."

The small boy sat down beside me. I could tell he was scared that I would
do something again to him. He looked over and gave me a nervous smile.

"Scottie." Alex said. "This is Devin Gordon. He's David's little
brother. He's in the same grade as you." I looked over at David and saw
him watching me intently. Now I understood why he had gotten so upset.

"Hi, Devin." I cast my eyes down at the pizza on my plate. I was
embarrassed by the way I had acted earlier. I don't think I had ever
felt this way before.

"Hey, Scott." He said nervously. He extended his hand for me to shake.
I apprehensively took it in mine. It was so small and soft, but the
handshake was firm. I looked over and noticed a smile form on David's
face.

Lunch was awkward. I kept waiting for David to mention to Alex how I had
bullied his little brother, but he never said anything. Devin ate a few
pieces of pizza, but just picked at it.

The main topic of conversation was football. The team was playing an
annual rival on Friday night. Our school had lost the past two years, but
they seemed confident that they could win this year. Five of the
opponent's key players had graduated last year, so they thought they
might have a chance.

Alex kept insisting that I try out for the team. I tried to tell him that
I had never played sports before, but he said I had a natural body for
it. He and his teammates were finally able to convince me to at least
come by practice after school and meet the coach. Everyone, but David,
that is. I still felt he hadn't forgiven for the way I had treated his
brother earlier.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out. I looked over at David and met his eyes.
"Really."

"I'm sorry, Devin." I extended my hand to him. He reluctantly took it.

"What's going on?" Alex threw us a questioning look.

"Nothing." David looked at me and shook his head. "Everything's
cool."

The rest of lunch was more comfortable. Devin and I actually spoke for a
while. He loved to play video games. He bragged to be the best Grand
Theft Auto player this side of the Mississippi. When I told him I was the
best the west side, he challenged me to a match.

"How much, Big Mouth?" I laughed as he gave me a smirk.

"Twenty bucks." He responded.

"You're on." He giggled.

"Name the time and place." I said daringly.

"My house, Saturday morning." He looked over at David for his approval.
David smiled and gave him a nod.

"Scottie," Alex laughed. "You've been had. You might as well hand him
the money now. I've seen him play. He's awesome."

"I'm pretty good too." I informed him. "I lived at the arcade back in
Phoenix."

"Guess we'll see Saturday, then." David looked over at me and smiled.
"Alex can bring you over, and you and Devin can play while we go to
football practice."

Just then the bell rang. Devin got up and looked over at me, "Bring your
money." I laughed as I watched him limping away.

Alex threw his arm around me and walked me to my next class. Halfway down
the hall he stopped and turned toward me.

"What's going on?" He stared me in the eyes. "I've never seen David
upset with anyone before the way he was with you. Did something happen?"

"Can we talk about this later?" I asked. I didn't want to confess what
had happened in the middle of a crowded hallway. He gave me a puzzled
look, and then nodded his head.

"Don't forget football practice after school." He informed me. "Come
by my locker and I'll take you to meet the coach." I told him I would
see him later, and then headed off to class.

I saw Devin walking ahead of me. I was curious why he walked so slowly
with a limp. I stepped up beside him and began to talk with him.

"Hey." I looked over at him and smiled. He cringed when he noticed it
was me beside him.

"Hi, Scott." He said nervously. "You're not going to push me into the
wall again, are you?"

"Look, Devin." I stopped and grabbed his arm. He looked down at my
hand. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know you were David's
brother."

He looked up and met my eyes. "So if I wasn't David's brother, it
would have been alright to pick on me?" I was suddenly puzzled. It was
probably true. I would have continued to pick on him had David not
threatened me.

"I said I was sorry." I was becoming uncomfortable. Devin was staring
me in the face as if he was trying to figure me out.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He turned and started limping quickly down the
hall.

"What class do you have now?" I asked as I ran up beside him.

"Geometry." He said coldly. "Mr. Stanford." I looked quickly at my
schedule and noticed I had the same class.

"Cool." I said. "Me too." I walked beside him, occasionally looking
over at him. He didn't seem particularly interested in speaking to me.
In the cafeteria he had appeared to like me; now he was distant and
aloof.

He walked into class and took a seat at a table in the front of the room.
I was expecting him to invite me to sit with him, but he didn't. I
looked around the room for another table to sit.

Mr. Stanford walked in and introduced himself to me. Like everyone else,
he remarked how much Alex and I resembled each other. When I asked him
where I could sit, he pointed to the chair beside Devin. He rolled his
eyes when I sat down.

"What is it with you?" I whispered. "You seemed to like me in the
cafeteria."

"I was being nice to you because I like Alex." He whispered back.
"He's like a big brother to me. I didn't want to hurt him."

"Why don't you like me?" I looked over at him and met his eyes.

"Because you're a bully." He said angrily.

"I've dealt with guys like you before." He took his book from his
backpack as he spoke. "You think because I'm small, I'm an easy
target."

Suddenly, I envisioned guys like Mark and Bobby. What he said was true. I
did enjoy picking on smaller boys. I had been ridiculed all my life; so
when I finally developed physically, I took advantage of my size to bully
boys smaller than myself.

Mr. Stanford handed out the assignment. He told me that he had no extra
books and it would probably be a week until he could obtain one. He asked
Devin if he'd share his book with me. I looked over and I gave him a
pleading look.

"Yeah, sure." He said. I scooted my seat next to his. He looked over at
me and gave me a hesitant smile.

I knew that I now had a new start at a new school. Perhaps the incident
this morning did serve a purpose. It made me realize that I would have to
change my behavior if I was going to make a change.

I looked over at Devin. He was working diligently on the assignment. I
stuck out my hand to him. He gave me a questioning look.

"Hi, I'm Scott." I said with a smile. "I want to start over."

A wide grin appeared on his face. He took my hand in his and shook it.

"Hi, I'm Devin." We both sat grinning at one another. I knew the next
few years were going to be much different than they had in the past. I
had just made my first real friend.

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