Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 19:13:53 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@myexcel.com>
Subject: Tossed Away Kid Chapter 18

Tossed Away Kid - Chapter 18

This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to anyone in real life is a
coincidence.

A special thanks to Ed for his editorial help.
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This is a story of love, hope, and trust.  It also deals with rejection,
false hope, and mistrust.  It is not a sex story. However, this story deals
with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories
involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this
story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the
main theme and will not be graphically described.  If you are under age 18
or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't get caught
reading it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's
permission is a violation of that copyright.

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I woke up about noon Thursday morning without Danny.  Remembering that Mike
and Mark were coming over to go running, I put on a pair of sweats and made
my way to the bathroom.  After finishing my business I went into the
kitchen for some orange juice.  The house seemed to be empty.  I looked in
the back yard and saw Danny and Rick wrestling in the back yard.  I didn't
see Bill anywhere so I assumed that it was just the two of them.

I walked out the back door quietly and watched them.  They were both
laughing and giggling.  Neither one seemed to have an advantage as they
rolled in the grass.  My first reaction was happy to see Danny having fun.
Then I was jealous of the fact that I no longer have time to have fun with
Danny the way I used to.  Rick finally got the advantage and pinned Danny
on his back.  He was holding his arms down over his head and their bodies
were in full contact.

'What's this?'  Rick seemed to be rubbing his dick up against my best
friend and boyfriend.

"I won and now I want a prize," Rick said with lust in his voice.

"NO, I have a boyfriend."  'God, I love him.'

Rick leaned down and tried to kiss Danny.  Danny turned his head away from
his intruding lips and once again told Rick to quit it.

Now I was pissed off at Rick.  I knew I couldn't let my emotions take
control of this situation.  I wanted to kick Rick's ass but I knew I'd be
in big trouble if I did.  I finally decided to make my presence known.
"Rick, I think you better leave."

Rick released Danny and I could tell he was pissed off at Rick.  I thought
for a second he was going to punch him as soon as his arms were free.  The
blood left Rick's dick and went back to his brain when he saw me with fists
clenched and fury in my eyes.

"It was nothing, Tommy, we were just having some fun."

"I'm not stupid, Rick, you were having fun until you took it too far.
Right now I need to talk with Danny."

He could see the fury in my eyes because Rick didn't push me.  I really
wasn't in any mood to arrest Rick on sexual assault charges.  This is one
of those cases when letting someone go is the best course of action.  I
didn't see Rick fondle Danny and I'm not even sure rubbing up against him
is really assault.  However, Danny told him to stop and he didn't.  This
bothered me.

As soon as Rick left I walked up to my shaken boyfriend and took his hand.
I led him to the back porch.  "How long has this been going on?" I asked
Danny.

"He's been getting more and more bold over the last few days, Tommy.  I
want and need his friendship but not if he keeps hitting on me.  Just
because I'm gay doesn't mean that I want sex with him."

"Are you attracted to him?" I said calmly, looking into Danny's eyes.  He
looked at the ground.

"Sure, he's cute.  But I don't love him.  I enjoy his company and he's not
bad to look at but I'd never do anything to hurt you, Tommy.  We've been
through so much already."

"And we have much more to go through, Danny, and we don't need Rick making
trouble for us.  He needs to understand that he can look all he wants, he
just can't touch.  That is unless you want him to.  I can't tell you how to
live your life, Danny.  Hopefully what you want is also what I want.  We've
been a team for many years now.  It's never been you and me.  It's been we.
I'm not really interested in sharing you sexually with anyone else.  I do
feel kind of left out of your life right now, Danny.  I wish there was more
time in a day.  The summer is almost over.  We are going to be separated
again shortly for an unknown period.  I'm really not looking forward to it.
How do you think we should handle Rick?"

"I don't feel the same feelings from him that I do from you, Tommy.  If you
tried to kiss me and I told you to stop, you would: because you love me.  I
think Rick is just horny and wants to experiment."

"You think we should have your parents talk to his parents?"

"Tell you the truth, Tommy, I think that might cause more problems.  The
guy that Rick is really interested in is Bill.  If Rick tried to kiss Bill
he'd punch him out."

"Well, I won't touch Rick unless you tell me you need help.  And then I'm
going to do things by the book, Danny.  I can't afford to lose my temper.
I'm afraid I might end up hurting him.  I've learned how to fight this
summer.  But I'll only use it in defense.  I'm about to go for a run with
Mike and Mark.  Why don't you go see Rick while I'm gone and have a talk
with him."

"That sounds like a good idea.  I'm going to tell him I don't want to be
alone with him anymore.  For now I just don't trust him.  He is a little
bigger and stronger than me and I'd hate to have to fight him off.  It's
usually Bill, Rick, and me anyways."

"That sounds like a better idea than going to his parents.  I think that
would probably end any friendship you have with him.  He might even go
telling everyone about us at our new school.  I look at it this way, Danny.
We can be happy together as long as we don't go rubbing our relationship in
people's faces.  We don't need to go marching down the street in a gay
pride parade to show our love for each other."

"I'm not looking forward to high school, Tommy.  Having Bill and Rick as
friends will help.  I just wish that you were going to be there with me
too."

"I used to be scared of my farther, Danny, but I'm not any more.  I'm a
tough kid and I know it now.  Ever since what happened with Jefferson at
training I know I can face hate.  I've learned that the only way to fight
hate is to stand up to it and show that you're no different than they are.
My father isn't any better than me.  He's made his choices and I've made
mine.  He no longer has anything to say about my life.  In the last two
months I've been forced to grow up.  The key is to keep control.  I have a
loaded gun strapped to my leg.  I'm trained to use it.  I'm also trained to
fight.  If I'd lost control of my emotions and done something to hurt Rick
a few minutes ago, I'd be all done.  I have to answer to my superiors for
my action.  I've been treated as an adult for the last few days and I like
it.  Perhaps when this is over I can relax some but I'm afraid that from
this point forward I can't think about myself.  I have to do what is best
for both of us, Danny."

"I hear what you are saying, Tommy, but I have a hard time understanding
it.  I know no matter what mistakes I make, my parents will be there to
help me.  My life is not in danger.  Decisions I make aren't going to
possibly get someone killed.  Sure I'm worried that you're going to leave
and not come back, but I can't understand the worry you're facing.  I know
it could happen.  If something happened to my parents I suppose I'd go live
with my grandparents.  My biggest decisions right now are stuff like what
am I going to wear today.  Let me ask you this, Tommy.  If I had let Rick
kiss me and enjoyed it, would you have been mad at me?"

"I could never really be mad at you, Danny.  I know you love me as much as
I love you.  I only want you to be happy.  If kissing Rick makes you happy
then I'm happy.  If kissing me makes you happy, better still.  I think just
seeing you wrestle like we used to all the time made me more jealous than
if you had kissed him.  I miss the time we used to be able to spend
together.  What upset me was the fact that he was trying to kiss you and
was rubbing up against you and you didn't want him doing that.  I'm not
saying that I wouldn't be hurt seeing you making out with someone else.
But it wouldn't change the way I feel about you.  If we were just
boyfriends I'd probably get upset, but our relationship seems to go way
deeper than that.  I can understand your loneliness but you shouldn't have
to put out to have friends.  Besides I don't think Rick loves you.  He just
wants to get in your pants.  He's in love with Bill.  And Bill's not
interested.  I just want you to be happy, Danny, I love you."

"I love you too, Tommy, and I think saying you just want to see me happy
makes me very happy."

"Are we interrupting anything?" said Mike, walking onto the back porch with
Mark in tow.

"I'll tell you about it while we are running if it's okay with Danny."

"It's okay with me.  I'll ask Mom to get some bre'k'-lunch ready for you
guys while you're running.  I'm going to talk to Rick."

"Thanks, Danny, and good luck."

While running I told Mike and Mark briefly about what happened earlier.
They both felt I handled it in a very mature manner.  I've never really
thought of myself as mature.  I sure hope when I'm 16 I don't regress and
have to grow up all over again.  It's just too hard.  The idea of Danny
kissing someone else bothers me more than I admitted to Danny.  I still
want to see him happy even if it's not with me.

We didn't run more then a mile or two.  It was still early afternoon and
well over 90 degrees.  It also felt like it was 100% humidity too.  By the
time we got back to Danny's house we were sweating buckets.  We took turns
showering and eating.  Mrs. Smith made us sloppy joes.  We ate about 4
each.

Danny came back and explained that he was able to salvage his friendship
with Rick.  Rick promised to never try anything like that again and agreed
not to be alone with Danny.  Rick was scared that I was going to get mad at
him and beat him up.  Sure I'm mad at him but I don't see any real harm
done.  If anything it's drawn Danny and me closer together.  It's been a
long time since we had a real serious discussion.

Danny made some rude comment about how if he had some competition from me
in wrestling he wouldn't need to wrestle Rick.  This led to us rolling
around on the carpet.  Mrs. Smith made us take it outside and I finally got
my good morning kiss.


All too soon we were walking into Sergeant O'Brien's office to start
another night's work and training.  I think I like the on-the-job training
better.  I was quite surprised to see Detective Samuels of the State Police
waiting for us.

"Hi, Tommy, Mike, and Mark.  Let me introduce Detective Samuels."  We all
shook hands.  "Tonight I have lots of paperwork lined up.  We need to do
background checks on all the people we arrested and wrote tickets in the
last two days.  You'll be using the computers to look through City, State,
and FBI records on each of them.  You'll print out everything you find and
put it together in a folder for the district attorney.  It's boring work
for the most part, however, you might find some surprises."

"Detective Samuels is here to brief you on your upcoming assignment.  Take
as much time as you need.  My office is all yours."  With that Sergeant
O'Brien left the office.

"It's good to finally meet you, Mark and Mike.  Or is it Mike and Mark?  I
need to go over the operation the way it stands and get some input from you
guys.  We've made some preparations already.  I also need to tell what we
know already.  I'll start there."

"Two years ago the superintendent of your father's school contacted the
State Police.  Apparently he wasn't satisfied with the response of the City
Police Department involving the beating of a student in your father's
school.  The City Police officially closed the case, saying they could find
no witness and they believed that it was just some kid who got his butt
kicked and didn't want to seem like a sissy and stated that he was attacked
by a group of football players in uniform.  The superintendent was afraid
the district was going to get sued by the parents and that's why they
called us."

"At first I was skeptical.  When I was young I was in the Navy.  I came out
of the enlisted men's club late one night and found a man lying on the
ground.  My buddy and me helped him up and walked him with us.  We found
out he was a marine.  He told us that he got jumped on by about 10 sailors.
He said he tried to fight them off but they were too much for him.  The
next day I saw another friend of mine who had left the club a few minutes
before I did.  I asked him if he saw a big fight involving a bunch of
sailors and a marine.  He said that he came out of the club and this marine
came up to him and started talking shit.  He got tired of hearing him and
hit him once and he hit the ground and didn't get back up.  You see my
point."

"My captain told me to check it out and find out what I could.  First I
went to the hospital and found out that my first thoughts were totally
wrong.  This boy was severely beaten.  Broken ribs, bruises all over his
body, numerous lacerations, and concussion - I was shocked.  Rodney King
wasn't beaten half as bad as this kid.  The doctor felt that the
lacerations were from being kicked by shoes that are worn by a football
player or baseball player.  The kid almost died.  I did some checking
around and the kid never seemed to have bothered anyone.  I talked with his
parents and asked them if they knew of any reason why someone would do this
to him and they were clueless.  They said he was very active in their
religion which is Church of Christ of Latter Day Saints."

"I called up my captain and told him I felt it was a hate crime.  He gave
me permission to throw my whole staff into it.  Over the next several weeks
we dug through hospital records of every student in your father's school.
Searched through the local police records.  Did background checks and
interviewed every administrator, teacher, janitor, and foodservice worker
in the school.  We interviewed several hundred students.  We felt that a
full investigation would scare off anyone from doing something like this
again."

"What we found out was this.  This was not the first beating.  There were
three others, which happened over the course of the last two years before
the latest.  All three were reported to the City Police; however; they had
no record in their files.  It seems that the chief of police is a friend of
your dad's.  The hospitals did have complete reports of the beatings.  We
talked to every student who was beaten and found out that the same scenario
was used every time.  Your father had given all of them detention for some
minor offense.  When they left to go home someone wearing football a
uniform grabbed them and dragged them into a room with six or seven
uniformed football players.  Then without anything being said they were
beaten.  Your father is also the head coach of the football team along with
being the principal.  When we talked to him he said that he knew nothing
about the beatings and if he found anyone involved he'd expel them.

"We didn't have enough evidence to convict anyone so my captain decided to
close the case until something turned up.  We felt that after our major
investigation no one would dare try to do anything like this again.  We
were wrong!  Last fall my captain called me into his office and told me it
happened again.  This time a young man died.  I think I'm a tough guy after
years in police work.  I broke down and cried in my captain's office.  I
felt so useless.  I swore that no one else was going to get beaten again.
My captain said he'd help me any way he could."

"I did some more investigating and was able to get the whole story.  I was
right all along.  Someone from the football team sent me a letter
explaining my worst fears.  Your father is responsible for all the beatings
and has a group from the football team who carried it out.  Your father was
seen letting them in the main building just before the young man died.  The
gym and locker rooms are in a separate building away from the rest of the
school and are locked all day long except the main entrance with a security
guard.  The letter said your father unlocked another door.  Unfortunately
the letter was anonymous and is not admissible.  All our evidence at this
point is circumstantial."

"My captain isn't exactly the type of officer who would ignore a murder
case.  He expects me to solve it.  One afternoon we were discussing the
case.  He told me of a new program in Chicago where undercover police
officers are recruited from the student body.  This way it's harder to
determine who's working undercover.  My captain suggested I contact Captain
Wright and see if I could arrange something.  On my way home from work that
night your name came over the radio, Tommy, saying that you were en route
to the hospital.  I've never been one to believe in destiny, however, I
instantly had the feeling that you were meant to solve my case for me."

"After meeting you at the hospital I contacted Captain Wright and explained
to him my problem.  That's when he told me about Mike and Mark.  I felt
they were perfect because of the experience they already have dealing with
bullies.  Also coming from a small town I felt they would fit in better
than kids from the inner city.  When Captain Wright described Mark to me I
felt he'd be perfect to try to work into the football team.  And I felt
Mike would be able to partner up with Tommy.  The next day after getting
the full story from Tommy, I went to work.  Since then I've been able to
place several undercover police officers within the staff of the high
school.  I've made arrangements for the three of you to live.  Mark, you're
going to be the rich kid.  You'll be living in a big house all by yourself.
Or so people will think.  Mike and Tommy will be staying there also.
However, you will ride a bus home and go into a different location before
you go over to the house Mark is at.  It's very important that nobody knows
the three of you are together.  Mark is going to be playing the role of a
bigot, redneck, and football jock.  Mike is going to play the part of your
boyfriend, Tommy.  He's going to pretend to be a freshman too.  It looks
like you've grown about two inches since last time I've seen you, Tommy.
And put on about 30 pounds of bulk."

I hadn't realized just how much I've grown until Detective Samuels said
something.  All the exercise and running has helped to bulk me up.

"We suspect as soon as your father finds out you're in school, Tommy, the
rumor mill will go into high gear.  We have been able to arrange your
schedule so you and Mike will be together all day long.  We have taken
every possible precaution to insure both of your safety.  Because all the
beatings have taken place after school hours it will be very easy to have
extra police available.  We will only be using state police on this
assignment.  From my past experience local police are not be trusted.  You
will wear wires, carry guns, and wear bulletproof vests throughout the
entire operation.  None of you are scheduled for physical education so you
will not have to worry about someone seeing the fact that you are wearing
wires and carry guns.  There are no metal detectors at your high school so
you won't have to worry about that.  Do you guys have any questions?"

"When do we start?"

"You'll be leaving in two and a half weeks.  Their football camp starts one
week before the start of school."

"I hate to complain," replied Mark.  "But I hate football.  I mean I can
punt the ball 90 yards.  I can kick field goals from 60 yards.  I can throw
the ball 100 yards.  If you set up a tire at the fifty yard line I can hit
that tire nine out of 10 times and seven out of 10 times it will go through
the tire.  I could probably start for the Lions at six or seven different
positions next year.  I also play defense very well.  I can run the 60
yards dash in 4.6 seconds.  I hate football."

"I'm shocked, Mark, it sounds to me like you could play in any college you
want."

"I don't really hate football that much, Detective Samuels.  I just love my
knees.  It's the same reason I gave up boxing.  I know my abilities and my
talents and it doesn't matter to me if anyone else knows them or not.  I'm
also smart and I could make more money in sports in one year than I could
make as a doctor in ten.  But a doctor is what I want to be.  Do you
understand?"

"Of course I do, Mark.  You'd rather help people than hurt people."

"Well, I'm glad you understand."

"You guys have any other questions?"

We talked for a few more minutes and just generally got to know each other
better.  Then Detective Samuels left and we went to work on our assignment
for the evening.  It was very interesting work too.  We found that many of
the johns had previous sex offenses.  Many of the clerks have also had
other minor offenses on their record.  We ordered a pizza for dinner, which
was very enjoyable.  After staring at a computer screen for seven hours I
was very happy to be able to go home.  Just two more nights and I'll have
two days off to spend with Danny.  Danny's birthday is just two weeks away
and I'm going to try to plan something special.

To be continued...