Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 07:48:33 -0400
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: Academy in the forest - chapter 6

The Academy in the Forest

By: Chuck S

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
please stop here.


Chapter 6

My second week at the academy started with Scott and I quickly showering
and dressing. We then walked hand in hand down to the dining hall to grab
some breakfast. We did get a few looks, but they weren't looks of
disgust. The appeared to be looks of acknowledgment, people realizing we
were a couple for the first time, and that it didn't bother them.  No snide
comments were made, maybe a "you guys make a cute couple" from some guys
Scott knew.

We grabbed some food and sat at our normal table, where Drew and John were
already eating their breakfast.  We were just talking about each other's
weekend when Nick and Ryan sat down to join us.

"Hey guys, how was your weekend?" Scott asked Nick and Ryan.

"Oh it was great! We got a ride into town Saturday afternoon for dinner and
a movie together. Kind of a date night you know?" Ryan said.

"Oh that's cool, I didn't know we could do that. I thought someone had to
sign us out to be able to leave the grounds." I said.

"Well you do per say. There is a form your parents can sign consenting to
allow you to leave the school on the weekends." Nick stated.

The rest of breakfast went by quickly, then it was time to head to
class. Once again, the first class of the day was English.  Mrs. Kennedy
was sure to remind us that our writing assignment was due Wednesday. While
I had started the assignment, I was nowhere near finished. We didn't get an
opportunity to work on it in class that day, so I knew I would have to work
on it tonight and finish it tomorrow night.

In history class we got into a long discussion about the depression and
everything that led to recovering from it. Mr. Padilla then assigned us an
essay that would also be due Wednesday. We had to argue what we thought was
the key factor that pulled the US out of the depression and why. This was
just what I needed, another paper due on the same day.

"Does this happen often?" I asked Scott.

"What, getting multiple papers due on the same day?" He asked, and I
nodded.  "Yeah, it is pretty standard. I think the teachers must talk to
each other to put a stressful workload on us." He laughed as he finished.

The rest of the day was uneventful up until soccer practice. Today was the
day that the coach would be telling me what position I would be playing. In
the locker room, the sights were still great, but the novelty of it was
beginning to wear off. Scott and I quickly dressed and headed out for the
start of practice. I had never really talked to Scott about the position he
played, but I guess I would figure everything out in time.

"Okay, settle down." The coach said as he walked up. He explained that
today, the offensive and defensive players would be splitting up to focus
on various skills. Scott headed off with the offensive players to work with
one of the assistant coaches, and I noted that both Ryan and Nick were
defensive players. Seeing as how I didn't know what position I would be
playing, I just stood there, unsure where I should go.

"Okay Stevenson. You showed some good ball handling the other day, but I'm
not sure you are ready to be a key offensive player yet. So what I have in
mind is to make you a midfielder. A midfielder as it sounds plays in the
middle of the field. Your job will be to link the offence and defense
through passing and ball control. More specifically, I want you to be an
attacking midfielder. You will play right behind the forwards and help by
passing the ball to them so that they can get a shot at the goal. We will
see how you do in this position, and maybe move you to forward as your
skills progress. I know it sounds like a lot but you will learn more about
it as we practice, so head over with the offence." The coach said as he
finished.

I walked over to the offence where the coach was drawing on a whiteboard,
explaining a few different strategies that we would work on in practice
throughout the week before our game on Thursday. Hearing the last bit
surprised me. This was the first I had heard about having a game this
week. I guess this is what I get for showing up in the middle of a
semester.

Going over the strategies took most of practice, but with the time that was
left, the coach wanted to work on the team's endurance, having us do
sprints and suicides, really pushing us physically. When practice ended,
everyone was quite exhausted. We walked into the locker room, and headed to
the shower. After we put our normal clothes back on, Scott and I headed to
our dorm.

Once inside, we relaxed for about an hour, watching some tv. Then we
decided we had better get to work on our assignments that were due
Wednesday. As we were working we made some small talk.

"So what position do you play Scott?" I asked.

"Well, I am a forward, but sometimes they also call me the striker. What
that means is that I am the one who primarily scores goals. It is my job to
be aggressive and score points for our team, although with the way you are
progressing, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep the title for long." Scott
said laughing.

"Well, we will just have to see how it goes." I said.

"So, I was thinking." Scott said. "After talking to Ryan and Nick this
morning, would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?"

"Oh, Scott, I'd love to." I said. "I just have to get my parents to sign
that permission slip for me."

"Cool, sounds good." Scott said with some trepidation in his voice. I
figured he was just excited about going on a date.

We worked over the next couple of hours, and I was able to finish up my
assignment for English, but hadn't started the paper for history. As I
saved my work, I looked to the clock and saw that it was dinner time, which
I pointed out to Scott. He saved his work, then we headed down to the
dining hall for dinner.

We were a bit later than usual, so we weren't surprised when the usual gang
was already sitting at the table. We sat down and enjoyed dinner as much as
school food can be enjoyed that is. The other guys suggested that we hang
out in the common area on Scott and my floor for a while, which we were
agreeable to.

Other than my tour on the first day, I hadn't returned to the common
area. We arrived to find just a couple other guys sitting down watching
some tv.  We asked if they minded that we join them, and they were happy to
have us. We sat around watching some tv, talking about nothing for a bit,
then decided we would take turns battling each other on the foosball
table. We did couple versus couple until everyone had a chance to play each
other.

By this point, it was starting to get late so we said goodnight to our
friends, and headed for our room. Once inside, Scott and I stripped down to
our boxers, getting more comfortable for the remainder of the night. We sat
on the small couch and decided to watch an episode of Glee. Scott, I think,
had other plans.

We were only a few minutes into the episode when Scott snuggled up against
me and placed his hand on my thigh. He then turned his head and started
kissing my neck, while caressing my thigh. I turned my head and we began to
kiss. As we made out, our hands roamed each other's bodies, causing us both
to become rock hard.

Scott reached down and took hold of my cock through my boxers and began to
stroke it gently, causing me to moan. I reached for his dick and began to
reciprocate his movements.  Scott then fished into the fly of my boxers and
pulled it out. I was leaking precum like crazy, so he used it as lube and
stroked the head in a rotating motion, driving me wild with
pleasure. Scott's dick soon became neglected as I was lost in the intense
sensations traveling through my body, bringing me closer to shooting my
load.

It was only a couple of minutes before Scott's efforts were rewarded with
shot after shot of my cum which landed on my abs and his hand. He slowed
his strokes as my erection slowly faded. Now it was my turn to play with
him. I quickly fished his throbbing teen cock out of his boxers and did my
best to replicate the technique that he had used on me. At one point his
dick was starting to get dry, so he took my hand and spit into it so I
could keep up what I was doing. It wasn't long before I too was rewarded
with Scott's load, his body jerking as he shot several shots of cum
covering his chest and abs.

We cuddled together for the rest of the episode, with some occasional
kissing. As the episode ended, we decided that we needed to clean ourselves
up, so we hopped into the shower and washed each other, causing our teenage
cocks to go rigid once again. I thought seriously about dropping to my
knees and giving Scott his first blowjob, but I was really nervous about
it. Instead, we jerked each other off again, shooting our loads almost at
the same time. After our shower fun, we decided to call it a night.

The next day was pretty much business as usual. Soccer practice was getting
to be more intense as we were two days away from a game. Being on my first
competitive sports team was a different experience, but I was enjoying it
so far. After showering, there was something I had to do before meeting
Scott back at our room so I figured I had better get it done.

I walked to my dad's classroom, hoping that he would still be there. As I
walked up to the door, I was glad to see it was still open and found my dad
sitting at his desk grading some of the student's work.

"Hey Dad." I said as I walked in.

"Oh, hey Tim. How is everything?" He asked looking up from the papers in
front of him with a smile.

"I'm doing great. What about you, are you liking your new job here?" I
asked

"I'm loving it. The changes from teaching at a public school to this
academy are eye opening. Its amazing what decent funding can do, but anyway
what brings you over here? I thought you would be hanging out with your new
friends or working on some homework that is due soon. Before you ask, yes
your teachers tell me about you and how you are doing." He finished with a
bit of a chuckle.

"Well I guess I don't have any wiggle room in my classes then." I said
laughing too.

 Having gone to the school where my Dad taught for a couple years, I was
used to the fact that he would know that I was in trouble before I did, and
that if I didn't turn in my homework, he would certainly hear about it.

"So Dad, I was wondering if you would sign the permission slip that lets me
leave the campus on weekends?" I asked.

"Oh, well why would you need to leave on the weekends?" He asked rather
lightheartedly.

"Well, it would be nice to be able to go out with friends, and Scott also
asked me to go on a date this weekend." I answered.

"Oh, I see. Well, I don't foresee it to be a problem. I'll get it signed
before I leave today." He said. "Do you and Scott need a ride this
weekend?"

"I don't know, he hasn't told me his plans yet, but I will check with him
and let you know if you are offering."

"Okay sounds good Tim. I need to finish grading these papers, so I'll see
you later." He said.

"Alright, thanks Dad, see you." I said, walking out of his classroom.

Asking for permission to leave the school was less painful than I thought
it would be. I guess it really wasn't that big of a deal. I headed up to
the dorm room where I found Scott sitting at his desk shirtless, wearing a
pair of gym shorts with the waistband of his boxers visible, working on one
of the papers due tomorrow.

"Hey cutie." He said as I walked in. "So what did you have to do?"

"I stopped by my dad's classroom to see if he would sign the slip so I can
go out with you this weekend." I said.

"Ah, well what did he say?" Scott asked.

"He didn't have a problem with it, and said he would get it signed before
he left today."

"Well, that's good, but I don't think we can go out." Scott said with a sad
look on his face.

"What, why?" I asked.

"We just can't okay!" Scott said raising his voice a bit.

"Scott, what is wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, we just can't go out on a date okay, will you drop it?"

"Fine." I said, turning around and walking back out of the room, letting
the door close a bit harder than usual. I had really been looking forward
to my first date, both with Scott, and in my life. I don't know what caused
Scott to change his mind about going on a date. Was it something I did?

I walked down the hall with no particular destination in mind with tears
forming in my eyes. I wasn't sure what had happened. I thought Scott and I
were getting along well enough, and hadn't seen this coming at all.

I hadn't been paying attention to where my feet were carrying me, but I
found myself at the soccer field, sitting on the bleachers, with tears
slowly streaming down my face. I noticed that there was a ball on the
field, and found myself walking toward the ball. I started shooting the
ball into the goal again and again as hard as I could while I was lost in
thought, trying to figure out why Scott suddenly started acting this way.

I just couldn't find a reason for this sudden inexplicable change. I don't
know how long I had been kicking the ball back and forth, but the sun was
starting to set behind the rich green forest, setting hues of orange,
yellow, red, and some purple into the sky. I stopped kicking the ball and
looked to the sky. This sunset was absolutely beautiful. I looked down to
the ball, and gave it one last kick for all I was worth and shot it into
the goal.

"You keep that up, there won't be a goalie that can stop you." A voice said
from over by the bleachers.

I turned to see Nick and Ryan standing together holding hands next to the
bleachers, watching me. I don't know how long they had been there, having
been lost in my own thoughts. I walked over to them, trying to put on a
normal face.

"Hey guys, how long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"Oh, about ten minutes or so. We were out for a walk before going to dinner
and saw you over here kicking the ball." Ryan said.

"Yeah, I was just doing some thinking." I said. "This sunset is amazing
isn't it?"

"Yeah it really is. So what were you thinking about? It seems like you were
really lost in your thoughts out there." Ryan said.

"Well, after hearing about your guy's date night, Scott asked me if I would
go on a date with him. Of course I said yes." I said. I then told them the
whole story about asking my dad to sign the slip, and Scott's reaction to
ending up out here on the field. They were great listeners and seemed
honestly interested and concerned. Turns out they were both pretty good
friends with Scott, so they said they would try to figure out was going on
and help me get to the bottom of it.

I accompanied them to dinner and found that I didn't have much of an
appetite. I was somewhat surprised when Scott never turned up for
dinner. After dinner, I decided to head to the library so I could work on
my history paper. I wanted to be able to use references to help support my
position, and I wasn't sure I was ready to face Scott yet.

Luckily the library stayed open late to allow students to work. It was
after eleven when I finally was satisfied with my paper. I then headed up
to the dorm room, where I found Scott already asleep, or pretending to be
asleep. Either way, I was glad, because I was tired and still had no idea
what was going on.

I awoke Wednesday morning to find Scott had already left the room. I took
care of my morning business, and took a shower. The warm water beating on
my body helped me relax some. I was actually a bit sore from my extra
soccer practice last night. I guess I had worked myself pretty hard without
even realizing it. Stepping out of the shower, I realized I had lost track
of time. I quickly threw on the first clothes I could find, and would have
to hurry to make it to my first class on time.

As I walked into my English class, I saw Scott sitting in a chair
reading. He looked up, saw me and quickly looked down with a sad, almost
pained expression on his face. What was going on with this guy? I found an
open couch on the opposite side of the classroom. It wasn't long before we
were called to our desks by Mrs. Kennedy. She collected our papers, then
allowed us to do some free reading for the rest of the period. Once again,
Scott moved to a solitary chair, paying no attention to me.

The rest of the morning passed in much the same way. We turned in our paper
for history, and finished the morning with math. Scott was still not
interacting with me. Come lunch time, I quickly grabbed a sandwich and
headed for the soccer field again. I ate my lunch alone while sitting on
the bleachers. I was looking off into the distance, enjoying the beauty of
the forest when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey." Scott said softly.

I turned to see him standing at the end of the bleachers. He looked like he
had been crying, with his eyes red and tear streaks on his cheeks.

"Hi." I said, maybe not as friendly as I should have been.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure." I said.

"Let me start by saying that I'm so sorry." Scott said, trying to hold back
tears. "It wasn't fair to you for me to act the way I did. When you came in
and said that your dad had given you permission to go out, I was
embarrassed. I called my parents to try to get permission to leave the
campus. They laughed at me before hanging up on me."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I remained silent.

"Tim, I was really looking forward to going out with you this weekend. I
had it all planned and It was going to be perfect. I was so angry at my
parents, and I took it out on you. You know the story about my parents
sending me here to sweep me under the rug, they think of this school as
more of a prison for me. Just as things were starting to look up for me, my
parents sent my world tumbling again."

At this point, tears were beginning to flow freely from Scott's eyes. It
all made sense now. Scott wasn't upset with me at all. While I don't like
the way he handled the situation, I could see where he was coming from.

"Tim, can you forgive me? I just wanted everything to work out for once. I
was so frustrated..."

I interrupted Scott by leaning in and kissing him.

"Sorry, Scott. You were starting to ramble a bit. I do forgive you. I just
wish you would have talked to me about it instead of pushing me away." I
said.

"You are right. It took two good friends to show me how wrong I was. Nick
and Ryan talked to me at both breakfast and lunch and helped set me
straight. They are two great guys, who I am proud to call my friends."

"Yeah, they found me out here yesterday afternoon."

"I heard about that, and I heard the ball is lucky to still be in one
piece." Scott said with a bit of a giggle.

"Yeah, I wasn't even really thinking about the ball, I just couldn't figure
out what happened." I said. "So, I have an idea. We still have a few
minutes in lunch, lets see if we can find my dad." I suggested.

"Um, okay." Scott said, unsure with what I had in mind.

I led Scott to the main office where I asked the secretary if my dad was in
the teacher's lounge. A minute or so later, my dad came out with a
concerned look on his face.

"Hey Tim, what's going on?" He asked.

"Is there somewhere we can talk for a few minutes?" I asked

"Sure, follow me."

He led us to a small conference room and closed the door once we were
inside. We sat at the small round table. My dad was already familiar with
Scott's background, so I had no problem in sharing what Scott was going
through. After explaining that his parents had refused to sign the
permission slip, I asked my dad if there was anything he could do. Now that
Scott was out, many of the teachers had learned of his story, and how his
parents had treated him. My dad didn't make any promises, but said he would
try his best to get something figured out. It was different when Scott came
to dinner under the supervision of an employee of the school, being out on
the town unsupervised was a different circumstance. We would just have to
wait, and hope that my dad could figure something out.

The next two classes after lunch were uneventful. Soccer practice would be
an extra hour since we had a game the next day. We started with stretching,
followed by a short warm up run. The rest of the first hour was spent
running some ball handling drills. The second hour was a scrimmage where I
had my first opportunity to get the hang of the position I would be
playing. I was able to find my niche on the field, and was able to set up
several successful passes to Scott that led to a goal. The coach was
extremely pleased with the team's performance as a whole, and said we
should be in good shape for the game tomorrow.

The classes went by all too quickly the next day, with my sense of
nervousness growing throughout the day. The soccer team would be excused
from classes after lunch to get ready for the game, and to allow time to
travel since it was an away game. After lunch, Scott and I walked to our
dorm to get ready. He must have known I was nervous.

"Don't worry, you will be great!" He said energetically, followed by a
lingering kiss.

Scott broke the kiss, and pulled his shirt off revealing his nicely toned
chest and abs. He then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans, allowing them to slide down to the floor. So, standing in front of
me was this gorgeous blonde teenager, wearing just his boxers. He walked to
his dresser as I began stripping down to my boxers as well.

Scott opened his top drawer and pulled out a pair of his underarmor
compression shorts. I had never seen Scott in compression shorts, but as he
dropped his boxers and pulled them on, I couldn't help but admire the way
that the shorts accentuated the fine curves of his bubble but, and the
definition of the muscles in his legs. As he turned, I was able to see the
way the shorts hugged his package, leaving almost nothing to the
imagination.

Seeing Scott in his compression shorts had me tenting in my boxers, and he
took notice.

"So you like my shorts do you?" He asked.

All I could do was nod as he smiled and walked up to me, kissing me and
pushing his tongue into my mouth. I embraced him, and let my hands wander
down his back to his cute but which I squeezed through his compression
shorts. Scott reached down and fondled my hard dick through my boxers,
causing a soft moan to escape my mouth.

Scott pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying on my back, with my legs
hanging over the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs apart and kneeled down
on the floor between my legs. Scott reached for the fly of my boxers, and
freed my seven inches of solid meat. Grasping it in his hand he began to
stroke me slowly and gently.

Less than a minute into his stroking, he leaned down and licked the
underside of the head of my cock, sending an intense wave of pleasure
through my body. He then enveloped my cock with his warm moist mouth and
began to give me my second blow job. The room soon became filled with the
sounds of slurping and moaning. After a couple of minutes, Scott reached
for the waistband of my boxers, so I obliged him by lifting my hips so that
he could slide them off.

Now I lay naked before my boyfriend who looked sexy as ever with a boner
straining for release in his compression shorts. He once again took my dick
into his hand and began stroking me slowly as he leaned down and began
licking my balls, giving me another new sensation. He then sucked one of my
balls into his mouth as he continued to massage it with his tongue. I never
would have guessed that having your balls sucked could feel so amazing. He
moved up and began sucking my dick again with increased fervor.  At the
pace he was working now, it didn't take me long to reach a mind blowing
orgasm as I shot load after load of my teenage cum into his mouth. He did
his best to swallow it all, but some did leak from his lips and dribble
down his chin some.

"Feel more relaxed now?" He asked, licking his lips, trying to clean his
face off.

"God," I moaned, still slightly out of breath. "That was amazing."

Scott stood up, and I leaned forward and stroked his hard cock through his
compression shorts, but he pushed my hand away.

"I would love to blow a load, but unfortunately we are out of time." He
said, gesturing to the clock.

Sure enough, we only had a few minutes before we had to be down at the
athletic building. I quickly grabbed my compression shorts and pulled them
on as Scott pulled on his uniform. I then pulled my uniform on, and Scott
and I shared a kiss before heading out the door. I could still taste some
of my cum in his mouth.

After a quick meeting, we boarded a bus, making sure that we sat
together. Nick and Ryan sat across the aisle from us. We made some casual
chit chat, and Scott was sure to thank them for their guidance. The school
we were playing at was about an hour drive away. Once we arrived, we headed
for the visitor's locker room and finished getting ready for the game.

We took the field for our warm up time, and before I knew it, the game was
underway. With Scott and I working together, I was able to set up several
shots at the opponents goal of which he was able to put in three. The
opposing team also experienced some success on offence, scoring two
goals. So the score was 3-2 after the first half hour of play.

After a short break between halves, both defenses had adjusted. Scott was
being well covered, so his shots to the goal were few and far in
between. The other team was able to score a goal, tying the game with just
three minutes of play left. As our team brought the ball into play, the
other team was being very aggressive defensively. We were able to get the
ball onto their third of the field, when I found the ball being passed my
way.

I dribbled the ball up the field, trying to find an open forward to pass
the ball to, but they were all covered. I continued to advance the ball up
the field, and time was running out. Finally I was met by a defender. I
faked like I was going to pass to the right, then spun to the left. He fell
for the trick, and what I saw before me was the goal, with just the goalie
between me and victory for my team.

I quickly advanced so that I was within range, then I pictured myself back
on the field at school two nights ago where I had been shooting goals, and
let my mind focus on the feeling I had then, and allowed it to replicate
those movements. I kicked the ball toward the goal for all I was worth,
then I watched as if in slow motion, the goalie move to try to make the
stop. The ball screamed past the goalie's outstretched fingers and into the
goal, making the score 4-3 with only a few second of play left in the game.

The other team only had time to bring the ball into play and take a long
shot at the goal which was not even close to making it. The game ended with
a close victory for us, and in my first game, I had scored the winning
goal. After the customary "good game's" we boarded the bus and began the
trip back to Seaside Prep. As we traveled, the sun set, leaving the
interior of the bus dark. Scott and I were talking about nothing in
particular, when we heard a soft moan across the aisle from us. We looked
over were just able to see Nick's hand inside Ryan's shorts, jacking him
off. I looked to Scott with a devious grin, which he returned.

I reached over and found Scott's dick already semi-hard. I slid my hand
inside of his compression shorts and wrapped my fingers around him, and
began to stroke his shaft up and down. He did his best to stay quiet, only
allowing a couple very soft moan to escape as he coated the inside of his
compression shorts in cum.

When we got back to school, dinner time was almost over, so the coach
excused us, and said we would talk about the game the next day at
practice. Scott, Nick, Ryan, and I walked in to the dining hall, grabbed
dinner, and sat down to eat.

"So how did the game go?" Drew asked as we joined him and John at the
table.

"It was close!" Scott said. "But, Tim here shot a game winning goal with
only seconds left. He was great today."

"Yeah Tim, I haven't seen moves like you had out there today before. Always
able to get the ball to Scott when he was open and ready to shoot. Your
timing was perfect. Don't even get me started on that last shot, the way
you ducked that defender was spectacular, but not as spectacular as the
power you put into that kick, the look on that goalie's face when he saw
how fast you sent that ball at him was priceless." Nick said.

"It wasn't that good, everyone else was covered, so I just took the shot."
I said.

"You must be blind." Ryan laughed. "Yeah everyone was covered, and Scott
was double covered, but there were actually three defenders on you as you
made your way to the goal. That little fake was just the last one, the
other two you beat down the field rather quickly. The only reason Scott
scored those goals was because you set him up so well, the other team saw
you as more of a threat than him."

"Whatever, you guys are just stroking my ego." I said, causing Scott, Nick,
and Ryan to burst out laughing, knowing what had transpired on the bus.

"Well you did enough ego stroking earlier, so I guess it is only fair."
Nick said, still laughing.

The last comment caused me to blush a bit, giving away to John and Drew
more or less exactly what had happened. I quickly finished eating and
headed up to the room, with Scott holding my hand. As we walked in, we
stripped off our sweaty uniforms, and headed for the shower. Scott and I
washed each other, paying particular attention to certain areas, but not
causing each other to cum.

By now, the activities of the day were starting to take their toll on
us. Yawning we climbed into bed wearing just our boxers. The next day went
by pretty quickly. We were assigned a paper that would be due Monday for
our economics class.

That day at soccer practice, we were going to talk about the game, and
watch some video. I didn't believe the story as it was told at dinner the
night before, but the coach showed the last minute and a half of the game,
showing me taking possession of the ball, and sure enough there were three
defenders guarding me. I watched as I systematically shucked off the
defenders, and couldn't believe the move I made to lose the last one. Then
as I kicked the ball toward the goal, I was amazed watching the video.

I don't know who that was in the video. I was a nerdy kid who dislikes
sports and hated PE. How in two weeks had so much changed in my life? The
coach called me over as the period ended.

"So Stevenson, do you still question what I saw last week when you tried
out for the team?" He asked.

"Honestly Coach, I'm having a hard time believing that that is me in the
video." I answered.

"Well there is something else you should see." He said, as Scott walked up
and stood beside me. "While soccer may not be the most popular sport in
America, in the rest of the world it has an almost fanatic
following. Someone else was recording the game yesterday, and that same
minute and a half that I played earlier has found its way online."

The coach pulled up youtube on his computer, and pulled up a video that was
one day old and had over one million views already. The coach pressed play,
and the three of us watched as I pushed past defenders and shot the
goal. The coach pulled up some of the comments on the video which were
pretty much all positive.

"Don't be surprised if some people start taking interest in our soccer
team." The coach said with a bit of a grin.

With that, Scott and I headed to our dorm to work on our assignment we had
gotten from economics. We had just settled into working when there was a
knock on the door. Luckily, Scott and I were still dressed. I walked to the
door and opened it to find my dad standing there.

"Hey Dad, come in."

"Hey Tim, Hey Scott." He said.

"Hi Mr. Stevenson." Scott said looking up from his work.

"Well boys, I have the response to what you had asked me to work on, and...

End of Chapter 6

Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I have been extremely busy and have
had a hard time finding time to sit down and write. In addition to that, I
wasn't sure exactly where I wanted to go in this chapter, so it took some
time, and a fair amount of deleting and rewriting before I was happy with
it.

As always, please feel free to email your comments and suggestions to
ascouter4@gamil.com . I have also received several requests from people
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Thanks - Chuck S