Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 17:33:48 -0500
From: Gstrdr15 <Gstrdr15@msn.com>
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS CHAPTER 2

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Kombat Kids
BY; GhostRyder 15

Chapter 2
End of the Beginnings



	In the kitchen, James and Matt quickly put together a `Dutch Lunch'
consisting of various cold cuts, cheese, three different types of crackers
and a variety of condiments.  When asked, Phil requested a coke.  James
placed three glasses filled with ice on the table and two, two liter
bottles of coke.  All three loaded their plates with the food and started
eating.  After they had been eating for a while and Phil had relaxed, James
asked Phil, Matt's top or bottom question again.

	Once again Phil turned bright red and just shook his head no which
wasn't an answer.  James thought about it for a minute before he started
talking; "You know that when two guys have sex one of them is usually
dominant, I mean the one who takes charge and generally directs the action.
That one is the top. The thing is he's not always the one doing the fucking
or getting sucked.  As it happens, both Matt and I are tops, but not
completely.  We're what are called versatile, meaning we like to give as
well as receive, so we switch off being the top and bottom. We kind of
figure anyone who is just a top or a bottom all the time is really just
being selfish and they don't care about their partner.  Sometimes people
like that find someone who is a top to their bottom or vice versa and it
works for them."

	Matt chimed in, "We try and stay away from action like that because
we both like to be in the driver's seat sometimes, and conversely sometimes
we just want to be driven."

	Phil got a funny look on his face. He looked at Matt, "You mean you
like to be fucked?  Jeez, after what you did to Del Prince the other night
I thought for sure all you would want to do was fuck someone else."

	Matt started laughing and said; "Noooooooooo, not hardly, I have
may own itch that needs scratching and I really do enjoy having someone
scratch it for me.  I even like having a couple of good friends scratch me
at the same time, but that's only on special occasions."

	James let out a snort and said; "Special occasions, yeah, sure,
like Monday or Tuesday or Saturday or 4:00 PM in the afternoon.  Matt
you're the biggest cock hound I've ever known, Hell, looking at linoleum
makes you horny."

	"Bullshit James, you know I don't like linoleum."

	This last statement got all three of the guys laughing and seemed
to put Phil a little more at ease.  After they calmed down Phil looked at
the two brothers, "Thanks guys, I really appreciate you taking the time to
talk to me, and I can't think of two nicer people to explain this stuff to
me than you guys."

	"No problem Phil, like I said, both Matt and I have been where
you're at right now and we know how painful and scary it can be.  So do you
understand about the whole top and bottom thing now?" James asked wearing a
smile.

	"Yeah, the way you explained it, and how I understand it is more
about respecting your partner than who the boss is.  Is that right or am I
missing something?"

	"BINGO!!!!"  James shouted, "You hit the nail right on the head
with your first try.  If you keep that philosophy, I guarantee you will
make someone a great lover and have much more fun and really feel good
about yourself at the end of the day."

	James stood up, "Listen Phil, why don't we take a break and we'll
show you our home."

	Seeing how this was the first time Phil had been in their home he
readily agreed.  As far as he knew, this was the only underground house in
the county and he really did want to see all of it.

	They left the kitchen and walked down a short hallway to a vast
room that contained two large screen TV's, and one, surrounded so much
comfortable looking furniture, it looked like the sofas and chairs could
easily seat 20 or 25 people in front easily .  Closer to the main entrance
of the room was a professional size pool table with a large lamp hanging
from the ceiling over the center of the table.  Over against the wall to
the right of the entrance the other large screen TV was hooked up to a both
a Sony PS2 and an X-Box.  On both sides of that TV Phil noted large storage
racks containing just about every game ever made for either system and his
fingers itched to play some of them.

	James laughed, " We kind of like our toys as you can see. We used
to have a bunch of stand alone game consoles like you see in the game
arcade at the mall, but when the Sony and Microsoft came out with their
systems we got rid of them and put these in."

	"And we plan on replacing these units next year when Sony and
Microsoft come out with the PS3 and the X2-Box." Matt explained.  Phil just
stood in one place trying to take it all in and all he could say was,
"WOW!!  You guys want to adopt me, huh, do ya huh?"

Matt just laughed, "As good looking as you are, I don't really believe your
parents would go for that."

	"As you can probably guess we use this room for any parties we
might have, or to kick back and veg out in front of the TV."

	"Let's go to the computer room next, we kind of splurged there.  We
were able to pick up a Cray 4000 computer and write it off as a business
expense for our company, we had Cray set it up so we have a work station in
each room of the house except the lounge, kitchen and the bath rooms."

	Phil was going into a state of overload, "Jesus H. Christ on a
Harley Davidson, this must of cost you guys a bunch!" He marveled from the
center of the brothers' nerve center.

	"Like I said, we use it for our business also."

 Phil looked around the room and saw a flat screen monitor that looked to
be about 3' X 5' attached to the left hand wall with a keyboard on a stand
attached to the wall beneath it.  "What do you use this for?"

	"That's our house system and security panel, it monitors inside
temperature and humidity, and systems continuity for the house and grounds
security system."

	"You have a security system outside too?" Phil asked.

	Matt walked over to the keyboard placing his body between it and
Phil and typed some short commands in to it.  The huge monitor flashed into
life, exhibiting several menus and status screens on the right side of the
monitor and six windows on the left side, showing real time pictures of the
grounds that changed every five seconds.  "We can see the entire area
inside, and all along the outside of the fence line.  Then besides video,
we have seismic sensors that register anything over 75 pounds walking
around, and thermal monitors that can 'see' anything with a higher
temperature than the surrounding terrain.  An alarm will sound throughout
the house if something trips them and the house goes into automatic
lockdown, the Cray will also send out a call for help to the city police,
the Sheriffs Office and notify the Medford Site Security Command Post that
a possible intrusion is in progress here." Matt explained matter-of-factly.

	"Why would the site rent-a-cops want to know about an alarm here?"
Phil wanted to know because it all sounded a little too top secret.

	"We're a contractor for the Department of Energy at the site and as
such we have certain classified and proprietary information that the
D.O.E. wants to safeguard.  Our company is into certain classified projects
that are taking place out there." James hedged.

	Phil wasn't satisfied with that answer, "Wait a minute, I thought
the only thing going on at the site was clean up, that's what all of the
magazines and newspapers are saying."

	James just laughed; "Well Sport, there is `Cleanup, and then there
is clean up.  If we told you about what's going on out there, we'd have to
kill you."

	"Anyway, getting back to the board, it helps maintain security
inside and out as well as livability inside.  Come-on, let's see the rest
of the house." Matt pushed Phil toward the doorway to forestall additional
questions about the site or their work there, which they weren't prepared
to answer.

	Exiting the computer room, they went through the door directly
across the hallway and Phil found himself in a large restroom.  It not only
had five urinals on the left wall, it also had five partitioned stalls with
doors against the back wall and a set of sinks on the right wall with a
large mirror behind the counter the sinks were set into.  "Jeez guys, why
such a big shithouse?"

	"With a TV room like we have, you can imagine the size of some of
our parties, right next to this restroom we have one for any females we
might entertain."

	"You guys have women here?" Phil asked.

	"When we have parties, not all of our friends and guests are gay.
You know you CAN be friends with straight people, not everyone is like
Delbert and his buddies."

	"Yeah, I guess." Phil agreed dubiously.

	Matt and James glanced at each other and just shook they're heads.
"As you get older, you learn how to trust people, and more importantly who
you can trust, then you'll understand what we're talking about."  James
assured the boy, "Anyway, let's keep moving, there's still lots to see."

	"The rest of the rooms on this level contain storage and equipment
support rooms for the house systems, and that room at the end of the hall
is our conference room." Matt continued.

	Heading over to a door across from the kitchen, James turned the
handle and pushed. To Phil it seemed like it took an awfully lot of effort
to get open.  On the way through it he noticed that the door was about four
inches thick.  "James, Matt, excuse my French, but what the fuck do you
guys need with a door this thick?" He asked.

	Once again James just laughed; "As you'll see shortly, we have some
stuff down here that we kinda like to keep safe."  The three of them headed
down the stairs to the next level.

	Phil asked; "Hey guys, how many floors do you have in this house?"

	"There're four levels, only three have been finished, we've some
plans for the forth level, but we aren't quite sure how to go about them
yet.  Anyway, this is the second floor; it has Matt and my bedrooms, plus
six spare bedrooms for guests and any visiting family.  Each bedroom has
its' own bathroom and down that hallway we have a steam room, sauna and a
small gym."

	"Let's head on down to the next level, I think your going to like
it the best."  They passed through another door just like the one Phil had
asked about on their way down from the first floor and moved quickly down
the stairs to the third floor.  When they entered the hallway at the bottom
of the stairs, there were only three doors in the hall.  Two of the doors
looked like nothing more than the doors leading to the stairwells; the
third was a massive vault door like you would see in a major bank.

	"You guys run your own bank out of here?" Phil asked with a
disbelieving giggle.

	"Not really smart ass, there is some cash and valuables in there,
but most of the material stored in here is of great value, at least to us,
or it needs to be kept safe from theft."  This time it was James who got
between Phil and the combination lock as he rapidly spun it to the proper
numbers to unlock it.  James spun the wheel on the door and Phil could hear
the locking bars withdraw into the door.  When the door was open, Matt
gestured Phil to precede them into the room, the lights came on
automatically when the door was opened, just like the light in a
refrigerator does when you open the door.  Up until then, Phil thought he
was finished being surprised, nope not even close.  The right wall had rack
upon rack of firearms attached to it, some of which Phil had never seen
outside of the gun magazines his father and brother left laying about the
house.  It looked to Phil like there must have been a couple hundred
thousand dollars worth of rifles on the one wall alone.

	"Are you guys going to start a war?"  Phil asked, falling back on
one of his dads' favorite sayings, "Holy shit Batman, you got more guns
than some small third world nations."

	Matt and James started laughing. Matt got cocky, "You betcha, by
gar.  We figure if we wanted to, we could take out Bum Fuck Egypt in about
two hours with just the help of the local Boy Scout troop and a flat bed
wagon.  Actually, Matt and I just like firearms and shooting, we've been
collecting these for the last eight to ten years, so when we built this
house we decided to put in a big, secure arms room so we wouldn't have to
worry about the local gang bangers getting their grubby little hands on
them if we weren't around to dissuade them."

	"I believe you about the flatbed wagon, but you would be better off
using the local Girl Scout troop or even a troop of Brownies.  I wouldn't
trust those asshole Boy Scouts with a squirt gun, let alone a rifle with
live ammo."  Phil said.

	James looked at him kind of funny and said; "Hey Buckwheat, I used
to be a Scout, in fact I made Eagle.  What have you got against the Boy
Scouts?"

	Phil thought about what he had to say for a minute or so before he
started talking; "You guys remember Fred Townsend? You know, that 16 year
old who committed suicide last spring?"

	"We remember him."  James nodded.

	"Well the reason he committed suicide was because about half the
troop and the Troop Master really got down on him because one of the Scouts
told everyone that he caught him sucking someone's' dick down by the river.
Several of the older scouts took it upon themselves to run his, and this is
their words not mine, `faggoty ass' out of the troop.  Fred took all the
shit they threw at him for about a month, then stopped coming to the
meetings.  One day during home room, about two weeks after he stopped going
to the meetings it was announced that Fred had committed suicide and that
anyone who wanted to, could talk to a grief councilor the school district
had sent to the school."

	Phil looked like he was about to cry; "Where the fuck were the
grief councilors for Fred before he offed himself, answer me that will ya?
What really pissed me off was a bunch of the ones who tormented him,
convinced the councilors that they needed to have a couple days off to
grieve about poor Fred.  The first night they had off I saw three of them
at the mall's food court sitting around eating, all of them were laughing
about the stupid faggot that killed himself just because someone called him
a name.  So I guess you can understand why I don't like the Scouts too
much. Shortly after Fred died I said fuck it and quit; I didn't want to be
part of an organization that treated people like that."

	"Jesus fuck!!"  James said, "I knew that the scouts had changed but
I didn't know about this bullshit, didn't the Scout Master say anything to
those little assholes?"

	"Yeah, right, Mr. Prince the Super Christian was really going to
say something to his youngest son and his buddies about bad mouthing an
`Un-Godly son of Satan homosexual'.  After Matt's run in with that dickhead
Delbert Prince do you really think Del's dad would say anything to Launy?
Not fucking hardly!"  Phil spat out.

	"Well shit fire" James put an arm over Phil's shoulders, "You know
little brother that really sucks big time.  I know one thing for sure, when
they or anyone else who supports the Scouts come around asking for money or
help they can just piss up a rope, as far as I'm concerned, the first thing
Monday I'm going to pull all our pledges to the Scouts, fuck em."

	Matt looked like he just had an orgasm. "Hey guys let's go upstairs
and get something to drink.  I just thought of a way to piss off a whole
passel of bigots and rednecks in our fair community."  James started to get
really nervous after Matt's last comment.  The last time Matt started
talking about pissing people off, a site security officer ended up supper
glued to the side of a metal building along the main entrance to the
Medford Nuclear Reservation.  "Talk about a shit storm, fuck me `til it
hurts, and now he's gonna start another one," James thought to himself.

	Back in the kitchen a few minutes later, Matt and James had a beer
in front of them and Phil was making the contents of a half-liter of Coke
disappear.  Matt still had that evil gleam in his eyes that meant someone;
somewhere was going to be turned into a very un-happy camper.

	Matt looked at Phil for a few seconds before he started talking;
"Before all the shit started with the Prince's did you enjoy the Scouts?"

	Phil thought for a minute; "Yeah, it was kinda fun, as long as
Launy and his friends weren't causing problems.  Those assholes could get
away with just about anything, Mr. Prince thought they were the perfect
little Scouts and that their shit didn't stink."

	"Would you be interested in joining a group similar to the Scouts,
but without the bullshit and backstabbing?" Matt asked actually bouncing
around in his chair.

	"How would you be sure there weren't any problems, don't you have
to let anyone join a group like that, that wants to?" Phil asked dubiously
.

	Matt laughed: "Not if I'm paying for it and we don't have any
public support or use public facilities.  When our parents were killed,
they left James and me pretty well taken care of, `Big Dummy' here is
pretty good at investing our money so we're in a position where we really
don't ever have to work if we don't want to.  That, and we can do about
anything, or buy anything we want. I think I, and James if he wants to
help, are going to start an organization for kids who are tired of the
bullying and bullshit that seems to exist in groups like the scouts."

	"How about it James, we have over 17,000 acres of scrub desert out
here, we could build a hell of neat facility and give kids an option to
being in a basically religion sponsored group?  God knows we can't spend
all the money we have and maybe we could keep some kids from seeking an out
like Fred Townsend, I really wish I was here and knew about his problems
with the Scouts before he died, maybe I could have prevented it," Matt
mused sadly.

	James thought about it for several minutes before giving his
qualified agreement, "Matt, I like the idea, BUT, do you think we would be
allowed to put together a group made up of boys, I mean do you think the
parents of a bunch of boys would allow them to be part of an organization
run by two gay men?"

	"Have you ever heard of PFLAG James, Parents and Friends of
Lesbians and Gays?  It's a nationwide group, it even has a chapter in town,
and I think with their help and word of mouth, we could really get
something going."

	"How do you visualize this group being set up, like the scouts or
do you have something else in mind?"

	"Weeeeeeeellllllllllllll, I kinda feel that maybe we could set it
up more like a special ops group.  You remember how much fun we had as kids
playing war, just think how much fun it would be if we actually teach a
bunch of kids how to really play war, I mean give them the skills and a
real goal to reach instead of some phony pseudo-religious crap like they do
in the Scouts." James and Phil grinned at each other as they watch James
become a boy again in his mind as he explained his plan.

	"I figure if we not only teach the boys something solid, as well as
teaching them to like and respect themselves we can do something that's
worthwhile." Matt summed up.

	James looked skeptical, "Matt, do you really think we can set
something like that up?"

	Before James could say anything else, Phil said; "Fucking A you
could, I'd join a group like that in a heart beat.  I bet there are a lot
of guys out there who would join, straight as well as gay.  I know a lot of
the guys in the Troop were getting really pissed off at the way it was
being run, but there just wasn't any other group that they could join."

	"Yeah, I figure we can do like a mini-boot camp for the newbie's as
they join, I want to ensure there isn't a lot of heavy handed harassment of
any of the kids.  If I catch someone pulling a bully trick on someone,
they'll only get one chance to straighten their shit out and fly right or
they're gone.  This whole thing is to allow every member of the unit to
learn something new and to have fun; it won't be fun if we allow even one
asshole to get away with fucking with someone."

	"You're right about that and I agree 100%, but I think we need to
set up a kind of a small Judge Advocate General group (JAG) made up of
members of the unit with you or me or both of us overseeing their
investigations and findings." With this comment, James bought into Matt's
plan.

  	Matt thought about it before he spoke; "You're right, we select the
members of the JAG and insure that everything is done fairly and
consistently.  The last thing we want is a reoccurrence of the crap Prince
allows in the Scout Troop.

	"We can work the details of the rules for running the new Troop
correction, Unit, after we get a few more kids to join; you are the charter
member of the Unit that is if you want to be Phil?" James asked.

	"Are you kidding me? I don't think I've wanted anything so much in
my life as I want this.  I just know this is going to be neater then sliced
bread."

	"Where did you get that line?" James asked.

	"Dad always uses it when something really impresses him, I don't
now why, or what is so special about sliced bread."

	James just laughed; "It's an old saying from back in the days when
most people baked bread at home and used a regular kitchen knife to slice
it.  When bakeries got large enough to supply large areas instead of just
one or two neighborhoods, they could afford the machines to slice the bread
before it packaged.  When that happened, people were really impressed that
the slicing was already done for you; hence the statement neater than
sliced bread."

	Phil looked at the brothers before asking; "Are we going to have
uniforms for our Unit?  If so what kind will they be, I really would like
something other than those wimpy things the scouts use.  I hope we can get
away from those stupid merit badges they use too, I always felt like such a
dork having to wear that sash with them sewn on them."

	"I believe you're right Phil, now that you mention it I think maybe
Army BDU's might look pretty good as a base uniform, with a `Smokey the
Bear' hat for special occasions and a booney hat for when we go to the
field." Matt said.

	"I like that idea, but if you look around, you see a whole shit
load of people walking around with bits and pieces of cammy uniforms.  I
was watching the Discovery Channel the other night and they were talking
about the Marines new camouflage uniforms, they call it "Mar Cam" and it
really is neat looking.  It comes in both desert and forest patterns and
would look really good on the kids."

	Matt went in to his version of a British accent, which wasn't
really very good; "By George I think you've got it!"

	With that comment, Unit 1 of the Kombat Kids of America was born.


End of Chapter 2
Next,
Chapter 3
Spreading the Word


	I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and
Friend for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story,
and editing it for me.  I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm and Dooby
Rhymes With Scooby by Mr. Haze.

Comments are eagerly requested.  If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer.  Address all comments to Gstrdr15
<Gstrdr15@msn.com>