Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 15:32:36 -0800 (PST)
From: chevy <dude_chevy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Travis_the_wrestler part 8

I would like to thank the guys on niftyorg, niftywriters, and my friend Wes
for their help and encouragement. This is the first story that I have used
an editor. I think he done an excellent job.


Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It never
happened. This story contains sex between teen boys. If you are under the
age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal
in the area you reside, please do not read further.


After the argument in the locker room, Lon and Jackson walked in silence to
Lon's car for the ride to Jackson's house. The anger between them was still
palpable.

As they got into the car, Lon could hold his frustration no longer. Facing
Jackson, he angrily asked, "Why did you mess up Travis's night like this?
We should all be out celebrating his win tonight, but now we can't because
you had to be such an asshole."

Jackson tensed up as he replied, "Me, the asshole? I'm not the one who
kissed him. I should have kicked that boy's ass."

Lon retorted, "Yeah, you're the asshole all right. This was to be a good
night for your brother, winning his first real match. I thought it would
have been good for him if his brother were there to see it so both of you
could celebrate his victory together." The car engine sputtered to life.

Jackson turned to Lon and spit out, "Well, Christian ruined his night by
beating him up."

Lon shook his head as his hands rested on the steering wheel. "You just
don't get it. Your words hurt him a lot more than the beating he took from
Christian tonight. It's just like the day you left him in the park. He and
I talked about it after I went back and picked him up. When I got there, he
was still sitting on his knees crying his eyes out. He was feeling totally
rejected, especially by you. His own brother beats the shit out of him, but
worse than that, was the verbal abuse you gave him that day. Your words cut
him to the bone." The car made its way backward out of the parking place.

Jackson paused before replying, "I never meant to hurt him. I just wanted
to rock his world a little, hoping that would snap him out of him
'thinking' he was gay."

Lon pulled the car into traffic and said, "Whether you meant to or not, you
really hurt your brother that day. I'm sure you hurt him even more
tonight. And," Lon gripped the wheel a bit more tightly, "he does not
'think' he is gay. He really is gay. He did not choose to be that way, he
just is."

Jackson came back quickly with a bitter expression on his face, "Well I
can't have a brother who is gay. What would people say? All my friends know
how I feel about gays."

Lon visibly calmed himself. "First, what does it matter what people say to
you about Travis being gay? You're not the one who is gay. Second, he's not
asking *you* to become gay, but just to accept him as a person for who and
what he is. Just because he's a little bit different, are you willing to
lose him completely as your brother? He feels like he already has lost you
as a brother. Remember I told you during the match that you don't even know
me after all these years?"

 "Yes," Jackson said.

Without changing his expression, Lon said, "Well I am gay, too."

Jackson blurted back, "No, you're not! I would know!" His eyes nearly
popped out of his head.

"Would you?" Lon asked quietly. "You didn't know about Travis. I've known I
was gay for maybe six years now. You and I have known each other since,
what, the 6th grade. And you didn't even know I wrestled! Well, you can see
for yourself that someone has been teaching your brother. I know how you
feel about gays and wrestling, so I kept you from finding out. Now you can
let this information change our friendship if you want, but I wanted to try
to help you understand that you can still be friends with your brother even
though he's gay. If you're scared he'll try to make a pass at you, consider
this. I've never tried to make a pass at you, have I? And I can't count the
number of times I've seen you naked, spending the night together as kids,
in the gym locker rooms in junior high, and at the high school."

Lon turned the car into the driveway to Jackson's apartment and killed the
motor so they could talk a bit longer. Jackson replied a bit more softly,
"I'm not worried about him making a pass at me. It's just that I hate
gays. I've hated them all my life. It's hard to change all of a sudden to
acknowledge that my own brother is a fag. I'm going to try to accept him,
but it won't happen over night. It's gonna be really hard not to say
something when I see him kissing some dude."

Lon focused his eyes on Jackson like laser. "You really need to be telling
this to Travis, not me. He really, really needs to hear this from you. He's
staying at my house for a couple of days since it'd look real bad to your
mom and dad if he went home all messed up like his face is. You wanna come
over and talk to him?"

Jackson nodded negatively. "No, I don't think so. I've been hit really hard
tonight. I think I better sleep on all this. I mean it's has been a real
shock for me to find out that my brother's a fag and so are you, after all
these years. And that's along with everything else that happened tonight."

"Ok" Lon replied earnestly, I understand your position. But please realize
that your brother is being torn apart inside over the thought of losing
*everyone* he loves: his mom, his dad, and his brother because of this. But
he's realizing more and more each day that this is *not* something he has
control over, it's just the way he is. And he is *willing* lose them if
that is what it takes. "It's taken him several months to decide that he can
even accept himself as being gay. I've tried to help and encourage him when
I can, but there's only so much I can do. He really looks up to you. The
biggest thing he needs right now to see that his big brother will stand by
him. He's waiting for that before he believes he can even think of telling
his mom and dad."

 "I never realized this was so hard for him too," Jackson said,
pensively. "What about this Jerry guy? Are he and Travis like...uh..."

Lon smiled and almost laughed out loud, Jackson couldn't even say the words
to ask the question. "You mean are they boy friends?" Lon saw Jackson
almost cringe, as the words seemed almost to cause him pain. "I can't
answer that one for you. I only know that they are very close. You saw for
yourself that Jerry was the first one on his mind when Travis woke up. Only
Travis or Jerry could answer for you. But let me share a bit of wisdom that
Travis has taught me. He told me, 'Never judge a man until you have been
inside his head, because you never know what's going on in there or what he
is fighting.' "

They said their good-byes as Jackson exited the car and walked to his
apartment. Lon reflected on how Jackson is still a long way from being able
to accept his brother for who he was, but hoped that their conversation
helped at least a little. If it did, then tonight was all worth it. Only
time will tell.

TBC

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Chevy

Thanks to the community for help with editing.