Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 17:04:12 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@netzero.net>
Subject: My Bodyguard Chapter 1

My Bodyguard chapter 1

(Bill) wep363@netzero.net

This story is the first I have ever written.

A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter

This is story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex
story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you
are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not
read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex
is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to
read this story where you live, don't read it.

I would appreciate any comments you might care to make. And now the story.

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I guess I have always known that I was different.  I have always been short
for my age.  My dad is only 5 ft. 3 inches tall and my mom is just over 5
feet.  As a result, the other kids have always picked on me.  I think I
have handled it pretty well.  Mom always told me 'sticks and stones may
break your bones but words will never hurt you'.  Now I am not so sure.  I
seem to be a very sensitive person, because the words do bother me.

Before I tell you more about myself, let me introduce my family.

My dad is named Greg Stevens.  He was raised in the '60s and '70s in the
same small town that I live in.  It is a town with about 10,000 people in
Michigan.  As I said, he is short too.  His dad owned a local grocery store.
My dad helped my grandfather run the store when he was growing up.  After
finishing high school, Dad went on to college.  There he met my mother.
Her name is Amy.  They fell deeply in love in college and ended up getting
married.  Even though they hadn't completed college yet, they found it
cheaper to live together off campus than separately on campus.  About this
time my dad's parents died in a car crash.  Grandpa left Dad the grocery
store and two hundred thousand dollars in life insurance.  He also left him
the farmhouse my dad grew up in.  After finishing college, Dad moved home
and took over as manager-owner of the grocery store.  About this time my
sister Nancy Stevens was born.  She is three years older than me.

Dad is very strict but also very fair.  He has made some very good
investments over the years.  In 1984 he took all his money and invested in
a little-known software company called Microsoft.  None of us know exactly
how much money Dad has.  He keeps it all invested and we live off what he
makes at the grocery store and my mother's income.  Nobody in our small
town realizes how much money my dad has.  Because Dad grew up in this town
and runs the grocery store, he has many friends.  He takes us to church
every Sunday and is active as a board member there.  Dad has always tried
to teach us right from wrong.  He can also sometimes be quite liberal.  I
don't see much of him because the grocery store takes most of his time.
But when I do get to see him he always spends time with me.  He is also
very affectionate and often says "I love you" to me.

Mom has a bad temper but never stays mad long.  She works as a math teacher
at a local community college.  She only works about 20 hours a week, so she
is home much of the time.  She is also very affectionate in both words and
her actions.  She grew up in Detroit.  I think that sometimes she misses
the big city.  I love both of my parents very much.

My sister Nancy is three years older than me and is the perfect child.  She
is very popular and has many friends.  She got straight A's in high school
and went to college on a scholarship last year.  We are not that close,
perhaps because of our difference in age or our different circles of
friends.

Now let me tell you about myself.  I already told you I am short.  You could
say I have a bit of a complex with this.  I have short brown hair and hazel
eyes.  I weigh 110 pounds soaking wet.  I just turned 16 yesterday.  It
should be the happiest day of my life.  I got my driver's license.  I am
now able to drive to school in a 1984 Chevy Van I bought from money saved
from working at my dad's grocery store.  But something very bad happened.
My best friend, Doug Bishop, found out my darkest secret.  Doug and I had
been best friends for many years.  He lives about a quarter mile down the
road.  He came over after school like he normally does.  He wished me a
happy birthday and we played around on my computer, playing games for about
an hour.  Then my mom called me downstairs for a happy birthday call from
her folks.  When I went back upstairs, Doug was gone.  On my computer I
could see my history folder open.  I just about had a heart attack.

My best friend had looked at a bunch of gay sites I had visited.  Then he
left without saying goodbye.  I could not guess what his reaction would
be.  I was devastated.

I have known since I was little kid that I was attracted to other boys.
When I was 6 and my cousin was 8 we were taking a bath together.  We both
got boners and started to laugh.  That night in bed we played around
together.  It was lots of fun.  Over the course of the next six years we
continued our sexual experimentation.  At that point he told me had a
girlfriend and I should find myself one too.  I was devastated at first.  I
never played around with any other kids.  I was already picked on and I
could only imagine what would happen if kids found out I liked sex with
other boys.

I had a conflict going on in my mind.  Our church taught that homosexuality
was wrong.  My parents taught that sex outside marriage was wrong.  I spent
the next four years trying to figure out myself.  I read every book on the
subject that I could get my hands on.  (I like to read.)  When I got a
computer last year I read everything online I could find.  I also in this
period learned the joys of jerking off.  All my fantasies involved other
cute boys at school.  My best friend Doug was also someone I dreamed about.
Some of what I read suggested homosexuality is a result of inherited genes.
Other stuff I read suggested that homosexuality is a result of environment.
Still others suggest that people choose to be that way.  I was very
confused.  When I looked at naked girls on the Internet it did nothing for
me.  But if I saw a naked guy I was instantly hard.  How is that a choice?
Our church taught that homosexuality and being gay is a sin and you will
surely go to hell.  I have read the Bible and I am still confused.  I read
about how King David was in love with a man.  I also read that a man should
not lie down with a man as he does with a woman.  I finally came to the
conclusion that having casual sex with anyone is wrong.  Having sex with
someone you're in love with is not.

This is where the story begins.

I tried to call Doug several times last night.  Every time I called it was
busy.  So I decided to go over there.  I knocked on the door and his mom
answered.  "Is Doug here?" I asked.  "He's here but he doesn't want to see
anyone right now," his mother answered.  Feeling rejected by my best friend,
I went home.  This should be the best day of my young life.  Instead, I am
scared shitless.  All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind.  I
could not help but think the worst.  Not only did I lose my best friend but
also my life was over.

I did not sleep much that night.  I got up at 6:30 and got ready for school.
It is mid-October and I found one inch of new snow on the ground when I got
up.  After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went downstairs.  Mom was
in the kitchen, drinking coffee and making breakfast.  "Good morning, Mom,"
I said.  "Good morning, Son, how are you today?  You were sure quiet
yesterday," she responded.  "I am fine, I guess," I said, counting the tiles
on the floor.  "Well, you don't sound too excited to me.  I hope everything
is okay.  You know you can talk to me if you are having any problems, Son."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said sarcastically.

I could see the anger in her eyes but she let it slide.  "What would you
like for breakfast, Mike?" she asked.  "Cold cereal and O.J. will be fine,"
I said, trying to be more upbeat as not to incur her wrath.  Nothing else
was said between us and I ate quietly.

I went outside and I was hit with the rush of cold air.  It was about 30
degrees, with a 20-mph wind.  I started my Van and then cleaned off my
windows.  The trip to school was about five minutes.  This is the first
time I did not have to catch the bus.  You would think I'd be excited but
I could not help but feel something terrible was about to happen.  I
arrived at school about 10 minutes before class started.  I went to my
locker to get my books.  Then I went to Doug's locker to confront him.

I was in luck.  He was standing in front of his locker with his head
inside.  I approached him with my head staring at the ground and said, "Can
we talk, bud?"  "Hell no!  Get away from me, you fag.  We are not buds any
more," he yelled.  "I am not going to have anyone think I am a fag too just
because I was your friend," he screamed, while slamming his locker door.  I
was in tears as I looked around, seeing everyone staring at me, and my old
best friend storming away forever.

For the next two classes I was totally lost in thought.  It was even worse
than I thought it could be.  No one said anything to me but I could hear
lots of whispering behind my back.  Third period was gym class.  I walked
into the locker room and approached my locker.  From behind me someone
threw a towel over my face and pulled me back.  Then I felt a fist slam
into my stomach.  I bent over in pain and felt a knee connect with my eye.
I slumped in pain to the floor.  Someone said, "We don't want any fags at
our school.  Every day you come to school, someone is going to kick your
ass until you drop out of school."

I stayed on the floor, crying, until everyone left the locker room.  Then
I went out the back door and ran for my Van.  I drove home in record time
and pulled into the driveway.  Luckily Mom was out teaching.  I went up to
my room and stared out the window.  I was trying to think what I could do
now.  I was outted to the whole school.  My life as I knew it was over.
What were my parents going to do?  Would they kick me out?  What about
school?  I was used to being picked on and bullied but never threatened
before!  Needless to say, I was a wreck.