Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2001 21:44:14 -0400
From: A. Parks <davenseer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Strength Because Of You 2

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Strength Because Of You
By Daven


Chapter 2 -- Despair



I woke up before the alarm went off. I looked outside. Nothing but gloomy
grey clouds making their way lazily across the sky. My mood this morning was
the exact opposite. For the first time in a long time I felt happy--or was
it the just a premonition of how I would feel as soon as I was with Terrin
again.

I climbed out of bed with a little smile on my face. I was busy pulling some
clothes on--my favorite outfit, when I stopped. Was that me? I was actually
humming to myself. My day brightened more, even my subconscious mind was
happy, that which was probably damaged the most in these past months. But
that was all behind me now. I was a new boy, and this time nobody would find
out that dangerous secret of mine. Sometimes when I lost my self-control, I
wished I was straight--natural--like most other boys. The fact that Terrin
could be gay--impossible. It didn't even merit thought.

Since I woke earlier than usual, I had more time to get ready. I spent extra
time making myself look good. I don't know why. I already dismissed the idea
that Terrin was even remotely gay--my subconscious didn't believe that I
guess. Everyone holds that hope that their crush might be gay, until they
find out in a brutal harsh way that it was false hope.

When I was finished I checked out my work. I practically glowed with an
inner light--that spark in me that refused to die during these past month.
That spark that now steadily becoming a flame.

I looked at the clock. I still had some time before I had to leave for
school. I wonder where I'll see Terrin. Maybe he'll wait by his locker--no,
his mom's class seemed more reasonable. No sooner did I sit down, when the
doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" I didn't bother opening the door. I'm not stupid, and where I
came from, it's not always smart to just open up.

"Let me in, tough guy, I'm getting soaked out here." It was Terrin! I got
the dead-bolt and chain unlocked in record time. Flinging the door open I
ushered him in out of the rain. As he went by me I took a peak around. The
rain was coming down hard. It was so much I could barely see the house
across the street.

"What're you doing here? Why didn't you get a ride from your mom?" I said
this while going and getting some towels.

"I thought you'd like some company riding to school today--" He peered out
the window. "--I just didn't count on the rain coming down so soon. It's
like nature wants to wash my good mood away. Well, all right then. I'm not
letting some less that cheery weather foul my mood."

"I'm not looking forward to going to school in 'that'." I emphasized 'that'
with a wave at the window.

"Is that your mother's car out in the driveway?" The spark of an idea in his
eyes.

"You can forget it. Dad hasn't gotten it registered yet for her. Can't drive
it." There went that idea. I don't even know when she was gonna get the
thing on the road. It's not like she would use it much.

"I'm regretting not getting that car now. We would get to school dry." His
eyes were a little distant.

"Looks like we'll just be soaked royally when we get there, cuz it's time to
leave." I wished there was more time to think up another idea--or at least
have the rain let up some. But that wasn't happening.

"Well, I can't get anymore soaked than I am now." He said resigned. I put my
backpack contents in a large plastic bag and gave Terrin one, to keep the
rain off it.

Terrin found out differently. By the time we got to school, we were
thoroughly wet. I didn't bother getting the bike chained up fast, the rain
done did it's damage and it still didn't let up. We must have been a sight
walking into the school. Water was dripping all over, leaving a trail in our
wake. Our shoes made squishing noises--water leaking out of them with every
step. I might as well have not even bothered doing my hair, it was ruined
now. But we didn't care. I was in even better of a mood than when I left.

"So what do you have first period?" Terrin asked.

"I got Chemis--woa!" I took a wrong step and next thing I knew, my legs were
sliding from under me. I instinctively reached out to catch my balance. What
I caught was Terrin's arm. He helped me to my feet, struggling not to laugh.
When I did though, his resolve broke and he couldn't stop.

"Chemistry!" I said after we calmed down.

"Cool, you're in my class. Come on." He started walking faster.

"How do you know?" I said running to catch up.

"There is only one Chem class this block. That's us." We reached the class.
We were a little late, but one look at us and the teacher excused us. Chem
was fun. Terrin changed seats with a girl so we were by each other. Of
course we didn't talk and disrupt class, but being next to him was enough
for me. The teacher announced we had a lab today. Terrin already had a
partner though, so I had to get one. My partner became a girl who didn't
have one before. She was joined to a group of two partners. Now it was even.

I took a liking to her immediately. Besides her being pretty, her humor and
laid-back attitude was contagious. She had a brain behind that beauty also.

"You look awfully young to be in here. But you know what?" She said smiling
at me, her green eyes gazing intently at me.

"No... what?" I found myself smiling, despite the irritating clothing on my
back.

"You're cute. You got that innocence about you. Untainted by high school and
'other' influences." As she said other, her eyes flicked across the room.
'Other' referred to a tall boy. He was laughing for seemingly no reason at
all.

"What's his problem?" I unintentionally whispered it.

"He's high. Never fails. Sometimes he seems like he is never himself. I
wonder where he gets the time to do that, though, during the middle of the
day." She shook her head distastefully. "I noticed you and Terrin walk in
together, not to mention you are both soaked. You guys friends?"

I unconsciously looked at him. He was intently working with a boy--a jock
friend of his--on his lab. The jock friend was writing things down as Terrin
relayed them to him. I don't know why, but I got the impression Terrin
didn't trust him with the liquids.

"Yea. I guess you can say that. I met him yesterday--my first day here--and
after a rather shaky beginning I began to trust him."

Her smile widened into a grin. "He finally got himself a real friend instead
of these half-wit jocks he calls friend. I was beginning to think he wasn't
as smart as he appeared to be." She was shaking her head again to something
private that she only knew. "How does it feel to be one of the elite. Friend
of the most sought of after by girls, and the most popular guy? He is
quarterback of the football team 'and' captain of the Varsity wrestling
team. That's why his body is like that." She pointed at his muscular frame.

"Well I don't know. I'm not one to care much about popularity, and until now
it had never dawned on me how popular he was, and I'm certainly not one of
the girls chasing after him."

"You certainly aren't," she said looking me over. "Even for a little guy,
you are most definitely all male. I'm glad you aren't one of those jocks."
As we talked we were testing and recording. We were almost done. I didn't
even realized how far through with the lab we were.

"Do you like Terrin?" Of course I had to ask, she 'was' a girl after all.

"Define the word 'like'. I think Terrin is hot as hell. You would have to be
an idiot to not see that--or be in denial because of that fact and how
unattainable he is. But I also see the good side of him, which isn't very
often when he's around those jerks. He has a girl friend you know," actually
I hadn't known, I thought, "but she's away right now. She didn't start
school with the rest of us--she's still on vacation with her parents. He's
been with her since the beginning of high school, two years now." She looked
distant as she said this. "Actually, he hasn't really said a lot to me in
the two years I've known him--well rather went to school with him. But I
don't desire after him--the unattainable. You know, he hasn't seemed happy
at all this school year. He was much happier before.

My hope was shattered with her words. Even though I tried not to hold out
hope--it was all I could do though, hope. Now that I knew he wasn't gay, and
that he was committed to his girl friend, I felt my happiness drain away. I
didn't feel like being in class anymore. How stupid of me--twice damned.
Damned for falling for him so quickly, it was only one day for god sakes.
And I would never have him. That just made the first all the worse.

"What's wrong Julian?" Damned her for being so perceptive. Again I have to
lie my way outta this.

"These wet clothes are bothering the heck outta me. The longer I sit in
them, the worse it gets." She appeared to have bought my excuse.

"Why don't you--and Terrin too for that matter--go get dry clothes from the
nurse."

"Yea, right. Wear clothes from the nurse. They probably are old-fashion
like. I'm not going to, and I think Terrin feels the same." Well he was
still in his wet clothes.

"No. They are plain clothes without any logos or anything. That way there
wouldn't be problems with people making fun of those who wore them. You
should go down there, you might catch a cold or something."

"It's all right. I can handle a little discomfort," I said, just as the bell
rang. I didn't even notice we were done already. We had just been talking
with the stuff in front of us. It only took a quick minute to clean up and
hand in our work. Then I grabbed my stuff and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Julian," she called.

"Bye, Terra." I waved. I saw her stop Terrin before I turned towards the
door again and walked out.

Terrin came jogging up to me a minute later.

"Come on, tough guy, let's go get some dry clothes." I just followed him. I
didn't even bother to look up at him when he said anything. Even hearing him
call me the nickname he gave me didn't make me feel anything. I just wanted
to be away from him for a while.

In the nurse's office she directed us to a back room with drawers and a
bunch of clothes. We set out to find something to wear while ours were
thrown in the dryer. I changed, leaving my wet boxers on, they'd dry quick
without my wet pants on them, then I gathered my clothes up and left Terrin
in there. I gave the nurse my clothes to put in the dryer and walked out
leaving Terrin still in there.

I got a pair of grey sweat pants--that was too baggy on me, and a plain
white t-shirt. I looked at my schedule for next class--French 3, then set
out to find it. I was thoroughly late when I got there. My teacher--an older
guy--gave me one angry glance and marked me tardy, uncaring that I was new
and didn't know my way there. I sat down in an empty seat and was
immediately rebuked. He started yelling at me in french and I could only
catch pieces of what he said, nothing that helped me understand what he was
telling me. Finally he walked up, grabbed my backpack out my hands, and
carelessly tossed it at an empty desk closer to the front of the room. The
class roared into laughter. I could only wordlessly get up and walk to my
'assigned' seat with my head hung low.

"Now since you don't seem to understand a lick of french, why are you in
this class?" He had a amused sneer on his face. I was just his little toy to
pick on.

"But I do know some french." I said a little irritated. I was only in french
3, he was speaking way above my language level.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed." This began another bout of french that I barely
understood. What I did make out, which was hard since he was speaking so
fast, I knew that he was insulting me. The kids seemed to understand more
than I did, I heard chuckles coming from quite a few of them. Finally he
stopped, exasperated.

"Like I thought, you're useless. Leave my class, go to the guidance office
and tell them I don't want you here. I can only work with the kids that
already have an understanding of this language." The kids laughed.

I just sat there dumb-founded. How could he do that to me. I grabbed my back
pack and walked away, turning around again to see if maybe he was joking.
Surely he wouldn't really kick me out.

"What are you waiting for. You're wasting my teaching time. Out with you." I
backed away and then suddenly felt myself falling. I fell backwards, hitting
my elbows on the floor as I tried to brace my landing. That brought more
laughter. I picked myself up and ran out the class.

Instead of going to the guidance office, I went to the bathroom. I avoided
and hall monitors on my way there and then locked myself in the stall
farthest from the door. This bathroom was amazingly clean for being a boy's
bathroom. This I only noted with little interest.

I held myself in check. Only by sheer force of will did I not cry right
then. I just sat there rocking back and forth, telling myself over and over,
'you won't cry, you're stronger than that'. I was there for a long time,
many people having came in and left again while I was there. At one point I
heard two people enter and then the familiar voice of Terrin. They were
talking about football practice being cancelled since the rain hadn't let
up. The coach didn't want anyone getting hurt.

I was thinking that Terrin would probably come over again. Maybe I felt a
little bad about what Terra said, but he could cheer me up from this state.

"Got lunch next period," said an unfamiliar voice. "And a much needed break
from class. I don't know how you can do it, but it's like everything comes
easy to you, Tere."

"It's not hard. Maybe you're just not smart enough." Terrin said, making
them both laugh.

"You coming over after school and staying the night. You know Becky is
having some friends over, even though you got a girl, don't mean we can't
fuck with them. You know how easily girls can scare. Also I gotta show you
my new stuff I got. When is Marissa coming back anyway?"

"Sometime next week supposedly. I'll meet you outside later, I just gotta
stop at my mom's class and tell her I'm going to your place."

Then they were gone. I somehow felt betrayed, but then yelled at myself for
being stupid. I was acting like a love-struck puppy. He had friends long
before I came around, he wouldn't just drop them to hang with me. I'm so
stupid.

The bell rang and I left the stall. I had third lunch today, so I had a
whole block to deal with before I got a break. I started looking for my
class immediately. Give nobody any reason to be hard on me.

This time it wasn't the teacher that was hard, but the students. It was
another english class. First semester Films. All the kids in here were
upperclassmen again, making me feel small. Price to pay for being above
level in almost everything. They started on me soon after class started.

"Woa, check out the small fry. Aren't you a little small to be in here?"
Where did I hear that before. "Oh I get it, you're one of those really smart
geniuses, huh? You think your better than us huh? You get to be up in her
with us big guys and all." He was laughing at his own jokes, a few friends
joining in.

"Leave him alone, Brad, you're so immature." Some girl said, annoyance
clearly on her face. But I was already ticked.

"Well I don't know," I said, anger pouring out my voice. "They just let any
imbecile in here, just look at you." This stopped his laughter and got him
angry. I didn't stop there. "Oh wait! Stupid me, I'm speaking such advance
vocabulary to you, maybe this will be easier for you to digest. Brad not
understand. Brad is dumb-dumb." I did in a mock caveman voice. The girl
laughed. "You would think with that big head of yours, there'd be some kind
of brain in there, I guess not. What! Oh, it's just your over-inflated ego?
Dear me, where is my intelligence going? Oh, I see, it's your brain trying
to leech min to make up for it's incredible loss. Tell it to give it up,
nothing will help that poor thing. Now maybe if it would have had someone
less complacent, it would get it's proper diet of knowledge." I said, then
as an after-thought. "Oh, my bad, complacence is laziness, you know that
word, right?" I looked at him innocently.

That set him off. He jumped out of his seat and rushed me. My desk turned on
it's side and I hit the floor. He pulled me away from the desk to get better
aim at me and punched me twice, hard! The first brought a fountain of blood
from my nose, the second spilt my lip. I punched him in the eye my hardest,
which made him stand up shocked that I hit him back, before he could recover
I kicked him hard in the balls, flooring him. He rolled around like a little
baby holding his package.

I was grabbed from behind by the teacher, some kids in the class laughed at
Brad rolling around. I didn't try resisting the teacher so he let me go. He
buzzed the office and had two men come get us. We had a pit stop to the
nurses office to get fixed up.

The principle was lenient since I was new and my school record had no
trouble on it. He also told me Brad started with a lot of people and he
finally got what he deserved. It made him chuckle that it was a little
freshman that did it.

I went to see Terrin's mom. She didn't have any classes and was shocked to
see me in my current condition.

"What on earth happened to you, Julian!" She asked coming and grabbing me,
ushering me over to her chair.

"Just another hell day for Julian Beacher." I said sarcastically. I told her
about the beginning of second and the beginning of third block, since I
didn't get to stay more than fifteen minutes in either class, then the hold
on myself failed and I was crying my eyes out in her shoulder. Her presence
just made you want to tell your problems and get comforted. When I finally
stopped she wiped my face.

"I think you should go home early. Did you tell anyone?" She asked, I shook
my head no. "Well I'll have a talk with the principle. This is not to be
tolerated." I didn't say anything. If they couldn't hit me, they would only
emotionally abuse me. That's how it happened before. But that wasn't because
my smarts, or me being new. That was because I was gay.

She brought me down to get me signed out and I left. The rain was still
coming down, though considerably less severe than it was. I rode home
silently, and slowly. I just thought about everything. My life was hard on
me regardless of the problems. Look at everyone now, just because I'm new
and young. I'd hate to see what would happen if it came out that I am gay.
I'll be having problems from Brad later on, I know that much. You don't do
what I did to someone and expect anything less. I felt more alone than ever
right now.

I got home and went up to my room. My mom was gone who knows where and no
one was home. I preferred it that way. I stripped then realized I never got
my own clothes back--oh well. I was only too happy to get out of that school
for now. I didn't want to even think about it. I put on dry boxers and laid
in bed. I thought about what happened today. Then about what I heard about
Terrin today, and cried myself to sleep.

::'Oh my god. Julian is a little faggot. I knew there was something wrong
with him. I bet that's why he left his old school.' It was some blond
cheerleader that was talking. A crowd of people was standing around me
watching me as if I was some kind of display.

'Strange... I real live queer.' A brown haired boy poked me as if I was
something alien. 'I hope you're not like him, Terrin.'

'No! Are you sick?' Terrin shouted. If I'd known he was a little
cock-sucking queer, I wouldn't have even talked to him. I don't care what my
mother would have said about it.'

Some dark, curly brown hair girl came up. She wrapped her arms around
Terrin's waist and chest. 'Don't say anything like that. I know my Terrin
isn't a sissy queer. He is all stud male.' She leaned around and they kissed
for a while. Terrin played with her tongue with his.

'Oh I don't know, it might be dangerous.' The "it" referred to me. I was an
"it" now. 'Maybe we should beat it. It won't start any trouble then.'

'I can't believe it Tere. You were around him more than us, you didn't
haven't any clue?'

'No. Just think, I was even trying to teach him some wrestling moves. The
little faggot was probably all hot for me. Bet he got a mind hard-on
whenever I touched him. Wait! He didn't even try fighting me when I pinned
him. Now I know why.' He shook his head in disgust. 'I feel contaminated. I
gotta go, I can't be around him.' I reached out for him as he walked away.

'Look at the fag, reaching out for what he can't have.' Then they all
started hitting me. I screamed but no one heard me.::

"No!" I screamed. I was awake. It was all just a nightmare. But I couldn't
help but think how much of it would be true.

I heard a knock at my door. I looked out the window and saw it was night
already. I got up and opened the door.

"Julian!" My mom grabbed me. "I didn't know you were here. I thought maybe
you was at Terrin's house. I heard you scream." She was fussing.

"It was a nightmare. I'm fine now, really." After much coercion I got her to
leave me alone. I sat back on my bed and sighed. I sat at my computer.


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DESPAIR						|
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In my waking hours, 				|
when the world is hard on me,			|
I despair					|
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In my loneliness,				|
when all I see don't care,			|
I despair					|
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I despair of ever finding peace			|
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In my dreams,					|
when even my mind turns on me,			|
I despair					|
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In my heart,					|
when feeling is not there,			|
I despair					|
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I despair of ever being happy			|
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In my death,					|
when all stand happy around me,			|
shall I then despair?				|
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In my after-life				|
when even angels not dare,			|
shall I despair?				|
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Shall I despair for being me 			|
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I finished the poem. Tears were slowly falling down my face, leaving salty
trails in their wake. Salty and bitter, just like my life. I don't know
where this poem came from. I just started typing and that's what ended up on
my screen.

My mom knocked on the door again, breaking me out of my silent
contemplation. Hmm... I wonder what she wanted now. Maybe worrying again
since I didn't come out my room. Then a thought hit me. Maybe Terrin came
over and wanted to see me. I got up quickly and opened the door.

"What?" I asked.

"Dinner is done dear. Come and get something to eat." Only food. She wanted
me to eat something. :You didn't really expect Terrin to come? What does it
take for you to realize, he was only being nice to you for his mother's
sake: My annoying voice. But was it--I--telling the truth. Is that the only
reason Terrin was pretending to be my friend? It didn't bear thinking about.

I got up and went to eat. After I ate I sat in the living room and watched
t.v. For a moment in time Charmed made me forget about all those things bad
in my life--or rather put them far in the back of my mind, unnoticeable.
After that I took a long hot shower and went to bed again.

--Terrin's POV--

I was wondering were Julian was. I didn't see him this morning, though the
way Jake was chatting my ear off, I didn't have much chance to look. I never
checked in with my mom last night. She wasn't in her room when I went to see
her and I really didn't feel like looking around the school for her. I just
called her when I was at Jake's later that night. She didn't mind, though
she did seem tense on the phone, like something was wrong.

The bad thing with being popular--there are bad things--is when you have
something important to do, there is always at least fifty people slowing you
down. Just because they don't seem to have their own priorities, they assume
nobody does. This was one of the times I was getting annoyed with all the
jocks and girls either saying something completely useless or saying hi in
the most sexiest way they can. I mean come on. They all know about Marissa.
The only good thing to come of them was at least one of them had to have
seen Julian.

As it turned out, no one had seen the little guy. I wasn't fretting though.
I didn't know enough about him to know if this was a normal thing, or
something serious, and I wasn't going to rush to his aid if it was unneeded.

Mom started class and I worked quietly. The guys knew better than to
goof-off with me in my mom's class. They acted like little angels for my
benefit. Like she didn't know it was them and not me. I was working on my
essay, but I couldn't really concentrate on it. I didn't have to try much to
get a good grade. Mom got it into my head very early on how to do a proper
essay, it was second nature by now. To anyone else it looked like I was
working intently on my essay, but my mind was wandering to other places.

Football practice was scheduled for today. It would probably be brutal for
the two days we got off, even though the first one was coach's fault. I
wasn't complaining though, maybe it would keep me busy enough where my mind
wouldn't wander to unpleasant thoughts.

Then my mind went to Julian. Where was he. Could he have just gotten sick
overnight. It was pretty horrid out yesterday, and we were royally soaked.
But I'm fine. That was fun coming to school yesterday, we could barely see
riding through that downpour. And when the little guy almost busted his butt
on the floor was hilarious. Though I don't think I would have been laughing
if he got hurt. Self preservation made him reach out and he caught my arm. I
almost thought I was going down with him for a sec.

There, the essay was done. I waved it in the air until she saw it and came
and got it. She briefly scanned it, nodding to herself now and then. I don't
know what she expects to find in these things, but it's the same scenario
all the time.

"Are we doing anything else today?" The boredom showing in my voice.

"No, why?" She asked.

"You know where the tough guy is today?" I asked, forgetting she didn't know
that name. "Julian." I supplied.

"Oh, his mom called him in today." She said.

"And?" I asked, knowing there was more. I don't know how I did it, but there
wasn't much that I missed.

"Come out in the hall." She walked away, clearly expecting me to follow. I
got up and followed.

"I don't think Julian is sick. He came to see me yesterday. He had very bad
problems yesterday in school. In second block the teacher humiliated him. He
has french 3 that block. The teacher spoke to him in a level of vocabulary
way beyond his understanding of the language. He also snatched he backpack
up and carelessly tossed it to the front of the room. After that he insulted
the poor boy's intelligence, saying he was unteachable. Now you and I both
know that is clearly not a fact with Julian."

"Poor little guy. He must have been crushed." I was thinking to myself how
there was a certain french teacher that I'd like to punch out now. What she
told me was things I didn't like to hear. It was starting to sound like it
was heading to a familiar place--a place I definitely didn't want to
confront now.

"He hid most of the block in the bathroom. After that he went to third block
and the teacher was fine to him, but it was a kid bothering him. He finally
got fed up with it and insulted the boy so bad that the kid had murder on
mind. Well the kid knocked him over, and punched him in the nose and mouth.
Julian had a bloody nose and a split lip. But he got the boy back I hear.
Gave him a nice shiner and a case of blue-balls. Hit the kids so hard he was
rolling around unable to do anything beyond hold his testicles." Why did
people have to bother him? This was getting way too familiar and I was
afraid the next thing she would say, I didn't want to hear.

"He came to see me and I suggested he go home early. And--well--he hasn't
come back." That was it.

"But he's all right, isn't he? He must be crushed." Well I'll go see him
after practice. I waited till this class was over and went to lunch. After
that was Chem.

Julian's lab partner worked with me and mine in Chem, since Julian was gone.
She asked where he was, so I told her. Not the story part. I was feeling bad
for the little guy, and my protective instinct was telling me I have to
protect him. Chem went by quick and then it was math.

I missed Julian here a lot. I was looking forward to seeing him manipulate
the class again into thinking of him how he wanted them too. His love for
math made me smile too. Couldn't find anyone of them jocks that loved math.
Some might be intelligent in some things, but not math. With Julian there,
it just seemed like it was before, enjoyable, but dull.

Then school was out and time for practice. I put my backpack in my locker
and went to the locker room downstairs. Some of the guys were already
downstairs when I got there. They were busy joking and being the dumb-asses
as always.

"Tere--think fast." I turned as caught a tossed helmet.

"Oh... you wanna attack me while my back is turned, huh?" I started walking
imposingly forward. Some of the guys joined me. "I say we get him, boys."
Then we were all hitting him with some uniform piece. He was howling like a
scared wolf cub when we were done. I laughed. I could depend on them to get
me laughing one way or another.

"You think coach is gonna kill us today? Getting two days off and all." I
already knew the answer, but Jeff supplied it anyway.

"Don't you know it. And we are gonna take it out on our favorite
quarterback."

Practice was hell. After we warmed-up and did our exercises and laps, we
were ready to play. The brutal work out we were just put through showed in
us as we played. We were more rough than usual on each other. At one point
I took too long in a passing play and Mike took it upong himself to crush
me. I went down hard, my side hurting like hell. I staggered up and go in
position. This went on and on, one half trying to show the other they were
the better part of the team. I got hit a lot more before practice was
over--my breath was coming in short gasps now. Then coach blew the whistle
to end practice.

"I'm glad that is over, I have enough aches to last me a lifetime." I said
to Jake, leaving. Now that we were finished, it was almost dark. I slowly
walked back to the locker room and showered. I just sat under the hot spray
for a while and let it sooth some aches, then I soaped up and washed myself
gingerly. Then Jeff, being a practical joker started a soap war. Soon soap
was being thrown all around. It didn't stop till coach came and broke it up.
After that I dried and got dressed, said bye to everyone and went to find my
mother.

She was in her room, just finishing up with correcting essays. She didn't
look up till the last paper was done.

"How was practice, dear?" She asked, though she could tell from the battered
look about me.

"Horrible. Coach worked us like we missed a year of practice. I felt like I
was a rookie and was doing everything for the first time again." I said,
rubbing my aching side. I got charged there and messed up. It was like they
were trying to create some havoc with my body. "What I get?"

"An 'A'. If you got anything less I would hurt you worse than practice did.
Not because I expect good grades from you, but since I am your mother 'and'
and English teacher, I expect you to know essays right off the bat."

"Yea--yea. Let's go now. You gotta drop me off at Julian's so I can talk to
him. I'll probably stay the night." I started heading for the door as she
got her things.

"Don't you think you better see if it's all right first? You can't just show
up there and say your staying, Tere." She said in an exasperate tone.

"Naw, the tough guy will let me stay." It never occurred to me that he would
have to ask his parents if I could stay or not.

"You can bring your clothes, but if you can't stay, you are going to ride
your bike home. And you better ask when you get there so it's not late when
you come back."

She dropped me and I went up and knocked. When Julian's mom answered I waved
mine away. She let me in and closed the door.

"Julian is up in his room," she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Thanks." I ran up to his room, skipping stairs as I went.

I walked into his room without knocking. Hey, we're friends. What I seen
made me laughed. The little guy was standing there stark naked checking
himself out in the mirror.

"What you looking for tough guy?" I asked jokingly.


--Julian's POV--


"What you looking for tough guy?" I spun around at Terrin's voice. I hadn't
heard him come in and he scared the hell out me. Then I remember I was naked
and quickly attempted to cover myself. I could feel my cheeks burning in
embarrassment.

"Ha, ha, it's nothing I haven't seen before. In fact I just got out of
practice. I had to shower in front of the whole team--we even had a soap
war." Terrin laughed

Terrin may have been able to do all that, but I'm not him. especially when
it came to showering with other boys. I always hurried during showers at my
old school.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, pulling on some boxers quickly.

"I came to talk about yesterday--oh, and I'm staying the night. Is it all
right?" He made me chuckle. He said it as if he already decided, rather he
had permission or not. "Well I hope so, cuz I forgot to grab my bike out the
back of the truck."

"Mom won't mind." I said. His mother must have told him about yesterday. I
didn't want to talk about it. "I don't want to talk about yesterday. It done
and over with. I'll be back there soon enough. Sit down or something."

Terrin moved over to the bed and sat down stiffly. I seen him wince and try
hiding it. When he was sat down, his face show visible relief and I think I
even heard a sigh coming from his lips.

"You ok?"

"Naw. Coach was rough on us in practice, and the teammees were rougher. I'm
as stiff as a board. And my side is killing me." He pulled his shirt off and
I saw a small darkening of skin. I poked it, and he winced.

"All right, tough guy--you need ice for that? Or are you too manly to worry
about such a little pain." I said, in a mock macho voice.

"Give me the ice."

I ran downstairs and made an ice pack. When I got upstairs he was sprawled
on my bed. He had his eyes closed. I put the pack on his face and he jumped,
nearly spilling me and him to the floor.

"I'm gonna get you for that." He said grinning. He pounced at me and I
dodged. I moved off the bed taunting him.

"Come on, 'little guy', come get me." He jumped again and I dodged. I was
too slow and he caught a foot and pulled me onto the bed.

"Now, what's this?" He started tickling my feet. "Oh, a tickle pad." I
laughed and beat the bed for mercy, finally he let me go.

"Here's your damn ice." I shot the ice at him and he easily caught it. He
laid back down on his stomach and set the ice to his side. I moved over to
him and started massaging his back.

"Ahh, god, that feels good. Push a little harder though, the muscles are
pretty hard." I put more pressure into it and he shuddered now and then in
pleasure. I went like that for a while--kneading his back and getting the
muscle pliable. Then I started rubbing them out smooth.

"There. How do you feel now?" I asked, knowing that he enjoyed it all.

He flipped over. "Do the other side now." I gladly obliged and started doing
his chest and stomach the same way. It was amazing how hard his muscles
were, yet his skin was so soft and smooth. You would think with a boy as
active as he, there would be some scars or blemishes--nothing. I had to wear
them down before they wanted to cooperate. By the time I was finished with
him he had the rhythmic deep breathing of sleep. I got up smiling. That
coach must have really wore him out.

I started pulling his clothes off. Shirt. Shoes. Socks. Pants. I know I must
have let out a low gasp when his pants came off. Terrin's boxer-briefs were
a couple sizes too small and it showed. He was huge! His dick must have been
at least six-inches soft and it was thick! I didn't believe something like
that monster could be on a boy his age. But it was there. I felt that I was
lacking, big-time. The muscles of his legs poked out too, and the profile
view of his butt was very enticing.

Laying there he just looked so peaceful and adorable. Before I knew what I
was doing I was bending down until my lips touched his. The shock of my
audacity and stupidity had me still kissing him for a second. Then I pulled
away, afraid. He looked to be sleep still. I bent down and grabbed his
clothes to bring to the washer. I turned to go to the door.

"Julian!" I froze. Shit! He caught me. What the hell did I think I was
doing? I was ruined for sure, and that is if he doesn't kill me first--he
was quite capable. I was too scared to turn.



--That's it for now. Chapter 2 with a nice little cliff-hanger to keep you
coming back for more. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Comments,
suggestions, constructive criticism. Email me at davenseer@hotmail.com
don't be afraid to email me, even if you think it's been too long since the
story came out. -- When you let secrets and deceptions rules your life and
actions, you are bound to slip up sometime, and when you do, you better hope
you are prepared. Stay reading for Chapter 3: Deceptions--