Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 23:08:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Cailen Vature <cailenauthor@yahoo.com> Subject: Raven Chapter3 PLEASE READ THESE DISCLAIMERS: This story is a very long work of gay erotic science fiction. There are some scenes of man on man action but it will not be a dominating factor in this story. So if you are looking for something to get off to you might as well turn around now. The names and places in this story are entirely fictitious, any relation to persons or events are entirely coincidental. HOWEVER: they are based off of real places and events to make the story seem more plausible. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, then please do the right thing... (Whatever that may be...) This story is copyrighted, ©2010. To me the author and it is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my written permission. Which leads me to: If you have any desire to get in contact with me for comments, directions to a good Beta, pictures, or music relating to the story, or for permission to use my story (for lord only knows what...) You may contact me at my email address: cailenauthor@yahoo.com Thank you: Cailen Chapter 3: Suspended I remember enjoying the ambulance ride but the details surrounding the hospital visit are kind of hazy as they drugged me as they reset my nose. Everything became clear again as I woke up and found myself back in my room of my house. I had a monster headache so I got up and carefully made my way downstairs to the medicine cabinet and got some aspirin and then pulled a glass out from the cabinet and managed to gt them down after finding the sink. I hadn't even managed to turn around fully when I realized my parents were standing right behind me. "Hi" I managed to say `at least my voice is back to normal' My mom had her hands on her hips and my dad's face was completely blank so I couldn't read him "Dustin Raven Farrell" my mom began `Oh shit she's used my complete name I'm done for' "We get a phone call saying you're in the hospital and that you've been suspended from school for fighting... I was worried sick, how could you be this irresponsible?" "I'm sorry" I cast my head down willing the tears to stay away "I don't suppose you gave as good as you received?" my dad asked "Daniel!" my mom said shocked I looked up and saw my dad giving me a small smile "Well I suppose that's a no, that's too bad I would have loved to see that Vancil brat with a good shiner" he said "Yeah" my mom began to mutter when she suddenly stopped and looked at me "Mom?" I asked "Sweetheart, I... what I'm trying to say... you can talk to us you know... alright? We're here for you we don't want you to..." "What she's trying to say" dad interrupted her "is that while we're angry at you and at the situation we love you and want to know what happened" I breathed deeply and realized this was going to be the only shot I got at this. "Corey grabbed me and dragged me into the bathroom I didn't even get a chance to see him when I felt my nose snap and I collapsed on the floor and I heard his voice as he walked out of the bathroom." I said "Mr. Greene talked to him and Corey said I hit him first so Mr. Greene suspended me for five days and Corey walked away with nothing he said something about Mr. Vancil helping with the school" "Generous money contributions" my dad muttered "That slime" my mom muttered I'll have to admit for the first moment since the incident I'd felt relief, my parents we on my side and I wasn't alone in my silent hatred of Corey Vancil. "Corey was on the swim team wasn't he?" my dad asked and suddenly warning bells started echoing in my head. "Ugh..." I managed I looked up and my dad's eyes were on fire and I saw a great rage well up from within him. `He's pieced it together' I thought I felt his arm on my shoulder and then suddenly I was in his arms and he was holding tightly, so tight it was almost hard to breathe. "I'm sorry son" he said and slowly he rubbed my back and held me tightly and my mind went completely blank as I let he hold me and I was at peace. He slowly pulled away and I didn't realize I was crying but I looked up and saw he had a tear in his eye too. "He's been doing this to you for years" dad said and I heard my mother gasp I just nodded my head "Come with me" my dad said turning around walking through the kitchen to the garage. I followed him and I watched him as he back the car out of the garage and he came back inside and closed the garage door. Above our garage we have an overhead storage unit and my dad pulled down the stairs and disappeared inside. A moment later I heard a couple of loud thuds as he dropped a couple of bags onto the floor. I recognized them at once they were my old practice tumbling mats from gymnastics. My dad came back down and started unrolling the mats onto the floor of the garage "Dusty as I see it we have five days to teach you how to defend yourself" my dad said "I'm a black belt and I was a marine and I'm going to give you a literal crash course" I was surprised "Dad I don't think I..." I began "you don't think you could beat him in a fight?" my dad asked and I just nodded my head "I'll admit taking him out would be difficult I hear he's our towns champion boxer and football player, but as such you have an advantage and I will teach you how to exploit this" `What fucking advantage do I have that asshole is a monster' I thought "He's bulky, his muscle mass is designed for quick impact he's not made for long drawn out fights. You on the other hand have a swimmers composition made for long duration use I'm going to show you how to disable him, but also how to block dodge and avoid attacks to prevent incidents like this one from happening" So it began my week long defense lessons from my dad. When I grew up I was always closer to my mom, my dad and I never really got `bonding' moments before. He and I are like water and oil we don't mix. But for this I guess we were both willing to swallow our pride and focus on something. After what seemed like hours and hours my dad finally said the magical words "One last time" My dad threw his fist at me and I planted my foot forward and bent around and caught his arm and threw him to the ground. "Good" he said as I helped him up "you're getting the basics, tomorrow we'll work more with counter attacks" We left the mats and went into the kitchen and I was surprised to see mom had made us a great pasta dinner which I ate ravenously. They were quiet throughout the meal but my dad kept throwing encouraging looks. "So Dusty" my mom said breaking the long silence I looked up at her and frowned "Why would Corey want to attack you on sight... what did you do to cause this?" she asked Normally at this point warning bells were supposed to be going off but I was experiencing a system meltdown. I looked down and sighed "I don't know" "Really?" she asked "I said I don't know" I said a little more firmly But mom was firmer "listen Dustin I wasn't born yesterday, I'm not taking sides but you quit swimming because you kept getting injured at the pool and now we come to find out this kid's been kicking your ass and you're telling us you don't know why? Why you've stayed silent?" I bowed my head I wanted to say it, I had never said it before but I couldn't I just couldn't do it. A battle raged in my head and my mouth and finally I just broke down and I felt the walls start to crumble and I cried I didn't notice when my dad held me but he managed to drag me into the living room and he handed me a glass. "Drink it" he ordered I didn't even look and started drinking it, it was around the seventh or eighth gulp my brain woke up and I started gagging "That's alcohol!" I gasped choking "Trust me son you'll need it" Dad grabbed the glass and refilled it I managed to swallow some more and I began to feel warm all over "Son tell us what's wrong" my dad rubbed my back "I can't" "Yes you can, we love you" my mom said I felt warm and safe and my brain was yelling `Say it! Say it! Say it!" "I'm... I..." I managed "You're...?" mom looked at me and pulled my chin up and while I looked her straight in the eyes she mouthed the words `just say it' "I'm gay" The words echoed out of my mouth resolutely and the silence enveloped the room. Tears leaked down my eyes and my mom grabbed my hand "You know" she said "you were still in my womb when I knew I loved you, and then you were born and I thought `how could I love someone even more?' but honey you need to know that no matter what I will be here for you and I will support you, I will never leave okay?" "Thanks mom" I managed to gasp out and I had to wipe my eyes "You know sweetheart, some people want to bring us down because we are different, others want to because there is only hate in their hearts, but sometimes they do it because you are strong and they fear that strength." "I don't feel strong right now" I said meekly "Perhaps, but something inside you is growing and it's now strong enough where you cannot deny it anymore, you cannot hide it and it's killing you. The only way you can move on is to acknowledge it and grow stronger from it." She said "What are you trying to tell me mom?" I asked "Sweetheart I teach psychology and sociology, do you think I wouldn't realize what was happening to my own son?" she asked "You knew? That I... that I" "Yes I did, and although you are my only son and I have many conflicting feelings on the subject I will tell you one important thing" she said "What's that?" "I love you just as much today as I did yesterday" she said Those words echoed through my head like a cannon and a new strength took hold of me. Perhaps with the help of the alcohol I managed to start speaking and it was like I was listening to myself from far away like I wasn't really there saying it. "I was on the team when Cory joined, I began to notice I was thinking about him more than I should, we were in the showers I saw him... you know..." "Naked" mom said "No he was... mas...mas..." "Masturbating" she supplied "Yeah and I got... ha... hard" "An erection" she answered "God mom" I blushed and my face got very hot "What happened next?" dad asked from behind me "He saw me looking and asked if I wanted to touch it, I got down on my knees and I was going to... I was going to..." I sighed "He didn't like it at all and he beat me up I said I fell" Mom was having a hard time deciding between comforting me and throwing a fit and settled on grabbing the glass of vodka and taking a huge swig "I'm sorry" I began "Dusty don't be sorry, I'm so proud of you and tomorrow we're going to work extra hard" dad hugged me My brain seemed to relax a little bit and I began to realize how tired I was They led me upstairs to bed and I don't even remember my head hitting the pillows I woke up on my own the next morning as there was no need for an alarm. I was in a daze because last night seemed like a dream. I wandered downstairs and saw the bottle of vodka still on the table. `It wasn't a dream' I thought My mom was in the kitchen and looked surprised when I walked in. the smell was wonderful she had made pancakes "I was just to come and wake you for some breakfast, how's the hangover?" she asked me "I don't think I drank enough" I said "Well no worries. You eat this and then Dad's waiting for you in the garage" I ate the pancakes which were amazing and mom surprised me and snuck up behind me and gave me another hug. "I know you'll probably be a little disappointed but after a lot of screaming and some mild threatening I managed to get your suspension down to three days and someone will be by to bring you your homework" she said releasing me "Thanks" I managed I put my dishes in the sink and went into the garage and saw my dad installing a punching bag towards the back wall "Mind giving me a hand, I'm getting old" Dad waved me over and I helped him hoist the bag into the air "Perfect" he said looking at the bag as if admiring a piece of art I smiled at him He spent the better part of the next hour explaining how to box, at least the basics. We went over stances and how to protect your core and dodging and also spent a portion of the time with the punching bag I was exhausted but we went on to what we had learned yesterday with grappling and throwing and he told me about pressure points and spent the final parts of the afternoon sparing against each other. Dad was really good; he beat me most of the time. We decided to take a break and I went up to my room and relaxed a bit and I was a little shocked to hear the doorbell ring. A minute later a voice yelled "Dusty a student is here to give you your homework" I got up off the bed and rushed down the stairs and turned around the corner and standing in the doorway of the front door looking just as sexy as I remembered him was Ian.