Date: Wed, 22 May 2013 06:48:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: A Dish Served Cold, chap 3

Chapter 3

It was the fall semester, 2008. I'm a senior this year. I'm not in any
sports, except maybe the sport of avoiding the jocks in school. You could
say I was on the varsity avoidance team. Basically I got a target painted
on my back.

Each year for their anniversary they take the same sailing trip to San
Fransisco. All I know is she got home with a smile, a tan, and weighing
about ten pounds less than when they left. They both looked very happy.

They got back to our house where I'd been kid sitting my brother who's a
freshman this year at my school. Steve handed me a small white box with
what looked like an ipod. I about choked, threw my arms around him too. We
both hugged him. Steve and mom went to the Apple Store in Cupertino and got
two first gen iphones with unlimited data, 800 voice minutes and unlimited
texting for me and my brother.

Okay, this guy just went way up in the popularity poles in the house, not
like he needed the help to begin with. Steve was usually a decent guy
towards us. And he had no kids of his own, which I thought a bit odd but I
guess that's not uncommon for young aggressive lawyers to not have kids.

Now the big task would be to hide the phone at school so it doesn't end up
in the 2nd floor boys toilet or worse, on fire in the student parking lot
after being driven over and shit on.

-+-

That weekend I went with Steve while mom and Scott stayed home. We went to
the marina to work on the boat and sort of clean up after the trip.

This was not the first time we discussed my orientation. I let it slip
again how bad things were at school. The more we talked the angrier he
got. He said he'd talk it over with my mom to see what if anything he could
do to help. I kept my expectations low because we've had this exact same
conversation before.

ST: "Tell me about the time you went to the RV park and lost your
virginity?"

B: "Why you wanna know about that?"

ST: "Because I don't know much about gays and what they do, except the
obvious stuff and if I'm gonna help you put a stop to the abuse I need to
understand it more."

B: "You sure you wanna hear the juicy non-hetero details?"

ST: "Well it's not gonna make me sick, I just want to hear from your
perspective is all."

B: "Will this be privileged too?"

ST: "You haven't hired me yet." He sat there in the pilots well in the back
of the boat smiling. I fished a dime from my pocket and tossed it to him,
he caught it and stuffed it in his pocket. We both laughed.

B: "I went with two friends I know from school to this RV park on the coast
highway. One of the guys met this dude at work he thought was really
cute. Turns out he's staying in the park with his grandparents in their
motor home but they spend most of the day at the beach, so he knew he had
hours to kill."

ST: "Go on."

B: "I got picked up by two guys in my friends car, we drove over and found
their motor home. The curtains were closed all around and the roof AC was
running. You could hear music inside. He knocked, the door swung open, this
guy named Brad was only wearing some plain white boxers. He looked like me,
smooth. So we went inside and sat at the table. Brad was laying on the bunk
that pulls down over the front seats. We all talked about stuff for a while
but Brad kept on picking at his underwear. He was a couple feet higher than
us so he was a little hard to see."

B: "Next thing I noticed when Brad climbed down to change the CD in the
player was he had a big hard-on. He changed the disc with one hand and
stroked it with the other. He looked like he had a nice butt. Now the two
guys I was with were the other gays from school that I knew of so far, me,
Justin, and Jeremy. Justin and Jeremy were a couple but they played
around. Justin was constantly trying to tease me and get me hard. I was
sitting next to him at their dining table."

B: "When he saw Brad was hard and hot looking Justin leaned over and saw
the lump in my shorts and told Brad and Jeremy to come over and look. Next
thing I knew was I was being made to show my stuff at the table. Well we
got stoned in the car on the way to the park so I was feeling no pain, so I
did it, I pulled it out to show it off. Brad reached down and started
stroking it real fast while Jeremy hung over the table and Justin sat next
to me watching and started rubbing his crotch. It didn't take long and I
shot a small load up into the table, the rest ran down my dick and Brad's
hand."

B: "That pretty much started it. Jeremy leaned into Justin, they started
sucking face while they pulled each others shirts off, Brad pulled me by my
dick to the bed over the front seats. He took me up there, pulled down my
shorts and went to town on my dick. He stopped and fished a bottle of lube
from under his mattress, lubed himself up good, turned me on my side, and
slowly slid his dick in my ass. It burned like hell but after a while it
started to feel good. He came in me."

B: "I was laying on my side facing the back of the motor home and could see
that Jeremy and Justin were on one of the beds in the back doing the same
thing. I could see their shadows on the floor. I could see feet in the air
and some really fast humping going on back there."

B: "After Brad was done, he kissed me for a while and licked my tits, then
gently pushed me out of his bed, and followed me to the back of the motor
home. We got to our knees and watched the other guys do it, then switch
positions and start over. Brad licked their tits and kissed both of them
while I watched. That was the day I lost my virginity, I never told anyone
this before."

B: "Oh, almost forgot, since my dick was the only clean one left, the three
of them took turns sucking me for about the next hour. I came twice and my
balls started to ache. That's the end." I said with a nod and a smile.

ST: "Wanna hear mine?"

B: "Okay."

ST: "I was at a party at a kids house near ours. It was about twenty high
school kids, boys and girls. I met this one girl I really liked, her name
was Lindsey. We both got stoned and drunk and went out their back door into
their garage where they had a camper parked, the door was un-locked. We
kissed for a while, I felt her up, then she went down on me, then climbed
on and rode me like an amusement park ride. It was wild. We never got fully
undressed. I never saw her tits or nothing. I think the whole thing took
maybe fifteen minutes! That's it!"

B: "Nice. Ever hear from her again?"

ST: "Well we did go to the same school, but after that night she mostly
ignored me and I heard she died in a car wreck about five months after that
encounter."

B: "Holy crap! That's horrible!"

 ST: "Yes, but having friends and family die is something we all experience
sooner or later, it's a part of life." I just sat there thinking about that
for a bit. Then he asked, "Have you ever been raped or molested? I hear gay
boys get it more than most others."

 B: "Nope. I never got out much. My focus in school is on survival, not
getting laid."

 ST: "Yeah, I think we gotta do something about that, and I think the first
step is to confront your mother about that problem. But you let me handle
that. You just keep on doing what you're doing."

 B: "I don't have much choice."

 ST: "Keep the faith. The wheels of justice grind slowly, but sooner or
later a big shitload of hurt is gonna rain down on your school, the likes
have never been seen in California before. Just wait."

 B: "I almost got teary eyed knowing that it all might end some day and I
might get some measure of revenge. As long as Scott has it better than me
I'll be happy. My time in high school is over half gone."

In early October that year he gave me a tiny recorder and helped me mount
it in my backpack. It used SD cards instead of tape. My orders were to
start recording when I left the house for school and shut it off when I got
back home, this was five days a week. He gave me five one-gb SD cards,
labeled for each day of the week. I was to dump them into his laptop every
weekend, he made sure I understood that I was to tell nobody.

It put me on guard in class when I got called on to talk or answer
questions.

During October I got shoved twice and had my lunch ripped off three
times. My car got egged once and I got FAGBOY yelled at me six times. In
gym class the instructors laughed at me daily and had me just sit on the
bench during softball. One of them even started calling me 'fagboy - I mean
Billy' too once in a while.

B: "You think that's funny Mr Emerson?"

ME: "Excuse me?"

B: "Calling me fagboy in front of my class, you think that's funny?"

ME: "Billy, I think you need to run some laps before I get mad. Get out of
here before I... hit the road NOW!" He pointed to the track, I took off
jogging as the entire game stopped to watch the loud confrontation. I was
surprised I said that to him. Big problem was I got it all on tape. I made
one lap then headed for the showers. At that point I knew he knew he
messed-up and I had a ton of witnesses so I could do about anything I
wanted in his class now. Steve was gonna love this recording!

I kept up recording into November. The pile of recordings got bigger and
bigger.

One weekend Steve and I went to Staples to get an external USB hard drive
to store all the files. He found this tiny lapel video and sound camera
online at spysupply.com. He took my book bag somewhere and had it mounted
inside a seam, along with an external battery pack. I got it back two weeks
later, totally invisible and much easier to run. All I did was connect the
battery pack at the start of the day and re-charge it every night. Easy
breezy.

 Steve taught me how to position my book bag so it wouldn't be obvious and
get good video and audio. I guess he'd started zooming through my sound
recordings too.

One day Gary Koshgarian ripped my book bag off my back tossed it down the
hallway behind me and shoved me into the lockers again, second time that
week. But this time he went too far. He shoved me by my neck into the
lockers again and pressed hard. He pulled back his fist ready to smash my
face. I remember seeing two gym coaches in the hallway way behind Gary
watching then walking away, next thing I saw was stars, and I passed out on
the floor. I wet my pants and had bruises on both sides of my neck. I
remember seeing my book bag spinning down the hallway floor but the little
black spot was facing right at us so I knew it could record the entire
scene. I drove home at 11:30am missing the rest of the day. I went to bed
and cried. I hated my life, I hated my school, and I hated myself.

That evening it hit the fan again when the principal called about my
disappearance and mom took the call.

She took my car keys and sent me back to my room.

About 8pm that night Steve got home. I could hear them fighting in their
bedroom for almost an hour. I could hear her crying and screaming at him.

About fifteen minutes after the screaming stopped and it got really quiet.

(note to readers: everything in this story is fictional, none of it
happened)