Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 09:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hawk Eye <hawkeyestorys@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fort Andrew 1

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Fort Andrew

"Well, do you want to try it out?" Dan stared at me with a serious look on
his face.

"Looks like it's going to hurt and I don't have a gun," I replied, knowing
that I'd rather not try it. I may be six feet tall and build like a bear,
body hair and all, but STILL.

"Oh quit being a pussy!" Dan smiled as he looked at his new Tippmann A-5
assault rifle.

"Ha! Whatever. I'll always be twice the man that you are. I take it up the
ass, for fuck's sake," I snorted back at Dan.

"Oh gees, I didn't want to know that." Dan covers his ears almost dropping
his new four hundred dollar gun.

I just smiled and took Dan's gun from him, looking at it in more detail,
and taking aim at my cat. Toto looked at me for a second and continue to
lick her paw. "Hmm? Made of metal and not plastic, and it does have some
weight to it," I said to Dan.

After looking into the hopper to see that it was empty, I aimed at the cat
and pulled the trigger a few times, creating a very loud noise that echoed
through my house, sending my Toto scrambling for cover, but accidently she
ran into the wall. Dan and I just laughed after hearing a smack.

"So where are we going to play, and where do I get the paintballs and my
own gun?" Just simply asking.

"You can get your paintballs at Wal-Mart and they do have some cheap
paintball guns there," Dan said after he lit up a cigarette.

Shooting a few more blanks at the wall, I handed the gun back to Dan,
knowing I never, NEVER could afford a gun like that.

"WHAT'S THAT FUCKIN' NOISE?" Billy came out from his bedroom in just his
underwear.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Billy. I completely forgot you were sleeping. Sorry
bro," I shouted back to Billy, my roommate and friend-with-benefits.

Hearing Billy walk back to his bedroom and slam his door loudly, I knew I
pissed him off again. I lit up a cigarette and thought about it. Maybe it's
time for me to join a sport, it having been so long since I played
volleyball, and at the end of the last game, I broke both my ankles. Since
then I fear hurting myself, since I have no health care. I sat there on my
couch in my own house and pondered it. I looked at Dan and asked him,
"Where do we play?"

"I own two acres beside my house. Could we set up a paintball range there?"
Dan sat beside me as he put out his smoke.

"Wouldn't that take a lot of work to clean out the woods and build some
forts?" I replied.

"I got it all cleaned out and ready for now, but I would like to put some
forts in. Do you know where we can get some wood for nothing so we can
build them?"

"I know where we can get some wood," I said, remembering that my sister had
a huge pile of wood at her house.

"Really? That would be awesome!" Dan replied.

"Well, I've got nothing to do for the next few days. I'll go and get
everything." I felt excited, knowing that I have something to do
tomorrow. I noticed my eyes were getting heavy and looked at the clock and
see it was 3:30 am.

"Okay, Dan, get the fuck outta my house." I smirked when I said that.

"HAHA! Like I want to stay here and get molested by two gay guys." Dan
acted all scared.

"In your dreams!" I snapped back.

After Dan left and I put all the dirty dishes in the sink, I shut off my
lights and went to bed...

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"Buzz Buzz Buzz"

I looked over and see my cell phone light up, noticing it was 7 am. I
picked up the phone and saw it was my sister. "Why is she calling me so
fuckin' early? She knew I wanted to sleep in," I mumbled to
myself. Ignoring her phone call, I managed to get back to sleep.

========

Feeling a paw on my cheek, I opened my eyes and saw that Toto woke me up. I
stared at her, watching her licking her paw like it got dirty from touching
my face.

"What do you want now?" I felt like everyone and everything needs my
attention. I rolled over, got up, and headed to the bathroom to start my
morning.

Just before I left my house, I looked at my cell and saw that my sister
called me three times this morning. I wonder what she wanted so badly. I
got into my 2005 White Dodge 1500 Sport truck, and I headed over to get my
coffee and see what my sister wanted.

Driving into her driveway, I saw she had set up a yard sale. I parked my
truck on the side so other people could get in, and then I walked to my
sister and asked her what she needed. She just needed me to go to the store
and get some change for the sales, but told me that her husband went and
did that already. I nodded and found a chair to sit in and enjoyed my
morning coffee. After a few sips I asked how the sale was going.

"Oh, I made $1.50 last hour." Janet looked disappointed.

"Well, maybe it's because it's Thursday," knowing that my sister isn't the
smartest person on the street. But I never said anything more. A few people
came and left, not really buying anything. I finished my cup of coffee and
gained some ambition to do something now.

"Janet do you still have that big pile of wood from your projects?" I asked
her.

"Yeah, it's behind the garage," Janet replied while she watched some folks
picking out some children's clothes from the table.

I got up and handed her 10 bucks for the wood, and told her thanks. After
inspecting the wood and seeing a huge pile lying there, I decided there was
a lot that I could use. Backing up my truck, I loaded the wood on the
back. Then I drove home to fetch the tools that I needed. Later, after
leaving Lowes with nails and screws, I drove out into the country, where
Dan's family lives.

Seeing their Jeep in the driveway, I backed up to the woods and started to
unload the truck. Still seeing no one come out to help me, I figured pretty
much everyone was still sleeping. With a grin on my face and with an evil
thought, I got out my hammer and saw and started to build a fort at the far
end of the range, hoping to wake everyone up.

It's been so long since I build a fort. In fact, I build a couple myself in
the woods where I grew up. Thinking about the last time I was in my last
fort, I remembered getting fucked by a 17 year old. 'Oh, what was his
name?' I thought to myself. 'Jason, or was it Jeremy?' I knew he was gay,
and wanted a piece of my ass, so I invited him to my fort. It was kind of
weird for a 14-year-old boy to invite a 17-year-old. But I had a plan and I
needed some action, my hand wasn't doing it anymore! Smiling to myself, I
got lost into my thoughts. I didn't ever hear Dan come from behind and
jumped on me. I nearly shit myself.

"Bastard!" I was pissed at Dan.

"Hahaha! I got you good!" He covered his mouth laughing and tears rolled
from his eyes. I simply couldn't stay mad at him, and I ended up laughing
with Dan.

"I see you're up now. Do you want to help me?" I said, as I turned around
and put couple of 2 x 4s up to make a roof. Dan pitched in and we spent a
few hours building a decent fort and some walls that could handle hours of
paintball warfare. Feeling thirsty from the work, Dan and I went to his
deck to take a break. I lit up a cigarette as a reward for working so hard.

Dan disappeared into his house and came back with a couple of beers and his
new gun. After a few drinks and a cigarette or two, I got up and took his
gun and asked him if he had any paintballs. Dan pulled a box of paintballs
out and I read on the box that there were 4000 balls inside.

I grabbed a few paintballs, they were orange and yellow and the shell was
hard. I looked at Dan. "Jesus, they've got to hurt!"

"Nah, they don't hurt," Dan replied with a smile. So I loaded a handful of
balls into the hopper and aimed at a wall that we built. I fired a few
rounds. I could see the balls flying through the air and they had a curve
to their trajectory. After hearing the whacks from the impact of the balls
from 75 yards, and estimating how fast they were going, I looked at Dan and
shook my head.

Firing more rounds at the wall, you could see the paint splat all over it.
As I was firing, I didn't hear the door behind me open. I was surprisingly
greeted with a hug. I looked to see whom it was, smiling after I found
out. It was my serious crush James. He was holding me tight and his head
was on my chest. James is Dan's oldest son; being 15 years old, he was
simply hot and he had a wicked sense of humor.

Being a close family friend, and hugging being important to their family,
and me being open to everyone, I returned the hug to James.

"Hey buddy, did I wake up you again?" I smiled at James.

"Yeah, and it was a good dream, jerk," James smiled at me. My heart sank
wondering what he was dreaming about.