Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 10:59:35 -0800
From: Hunter <wolfpup@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Bonds of Brotherhood (GAY / Young friends) chapter 07

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THE BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD
CHAPTER SEVEN

My dad smiled at me, and ran his fingers in my hair which felt really nice.
We hadn't been like this for many years now.  I was starting to like the
idea of him retiring from the military, and with his new job he seemed to
be home a lot more.  Even having an office at the house allowed him to
spend more time with us, and less at the company in San Antonio.

"So, I think we need to talk a bit about boys, girls, and sex." He finally
sighed in resignation as he continued to affectionately run his fingers
through my hair and smiled encouragingly at me.

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School seemed different somehow for me today.  It was as if I felt a lot
more comfortable about our move, fresh start, and new school.  My dad and I
had a decent conversation last night, not only about the whole sex thing,
but a lot of other things as well, and I wasn't even embarrassed about some
of the things we talked about.  Maybe it was because of the new awareness
about my own sexual awakenings and discoveries, and perhaps also due to
some of the things Brendan had discussed with me over the weekend before I
had that talk with my father.  In a way I had felt much more prepared to
have that private discussion with my dad, and I could tell he was happy how
it turned out when all was said and done.  Whatever the reason was for it;
today for the first time in a long time I actually felt comfortable with
going to school.

Brendan had greeted me first thing before school began, and we chatted for
a while before we both headed off in different directions.  Other kids
seemed to notice our friendship, and from that point on it seemed as if
many of them were willing to nod their head in greeting or even stop and
talk with me for a few moments.  It felt wonderful being accepted like
this, and I couldn't help it as I found myself smiling a lot while I walked
from one class to the next making new friends along the way.

It was lunch time, and as I had gotten into the habit from day one, I
grabbed my sack lunch my mom had prepared for me heading outside to enjoy
the nice warm weather.  Back in Ramstein it would probably be raining
already during this time of year or, if it were a nice day, not as warm and
toasty as it was over here.  This weather was taking a bit of getting
acclimated to for me, but to be honest I was really starting to enjoy the
warmer weather.

My mind was wandering, and I hadn't noticed that second bully from the
other day, when I accidentally bumped into red headed boy.  "Well...well,
look at who we have here?" The older boy retorted pointing me out to Ezra.

My heart skipped a beat as Ezra looked at me for a moment, and then shifted
his gaze away from me towards a group of kids not far off tossing around a
football.  "I...I'm sorry about that." I stuttered trying to go around that
red headed bully whose name I still didn't know.

"Well sorry just doesn't cut it now, does it Ezra?" The red head snapped at
me looking towards his fellow cohort getting the other boy's attention
again.

My original tormentor from the other day just didn't seem interested in me
today.  I sort of saw a glimmer of change in Ezra, as if there was some
sort of conflict he was wrestling with, because he just sort of grimaced
before sighing, and once again looked off into the distance towards the
other boys he had been watching tossing around the football.  This seemed
to annoy the second boy as he just glared for a moment.

"Fuck you Ezra.  I always knew you were a pussy." The red headed bully
scoffed at the older boy who all of a sudden seemed to react.

For a moment I thought for sure Ezra would hit the other kid as he hopped
up to his feet, and squarely turned towards the boy.  It even seemed to
catch the red headed boy by surprise as he took a step backwards.  The
commotion seemed to catch a lot of eyes around the area as they all looked
towards us wondering what was going on.

This was going to come to blows for sure I thought to myself wondering how
I could stop all of it before it came to that.  "Jackson, there you are." I
heard a familiar voice as we all turned our attention towards another boy
who seemed to approach us in a leisurely manner.  "I've been looking for
you wondering why you weren't in the lunch room." Brendan continued smiling
at me as he stepped up, and looked around seemingly noticing the other two
boys for the first time.

My friend's eyebrows furrowed as he recognized my two bullies, and
immediately stepped between me and the other two boys.  "What the hell's
gotten into you lately Ezra?" Brendan asked his old friend.

Before Ezra could answer the red headed boy stepped up to Brendan.  "Get
lost Brendan if you know what's good for you." The boy seemed to puff up
indignantly.

"Fuck you Red, and if you don't beat it right now I'll kick your sissy lily
white ass like I did last year when you were bullying my little brother at
the playground.  If you leave now I won't tell everyone how you cried like
a little baby begging me not to tell anyone that you were picking on little
kids in the park stealing their pocket money." Brendan bristled with anger
recalling that day and how pissed he had been at the older boy for pushing
around his little brother.

Even Ezra seemed to bristle at this information as if it were the first
time he had heard about it.  The look Ezra shot the red headed bully, whose
name evidently was Red, made the boy panic as he just swallowed hard and
beat it out of there in a heartbeat, but not before he realized several
other kids had witnessed and heard the exchange.

Brendan focused his attention back to his old friend.  "Geeze Ezra, what's
gotten into you these days?" He asked his old friend for the second time.

"Why do you even care or bother?" The other boy seemed to whisper.

"And why don't you care, or want me to bother with it?" Brendan snapped
back a bit harshly realizing it too late as he started to apologize for his
outburst.  "Ezra...I'm...," Brendan stuttered.

For some reason I got the distinct impression they were no longer talking
about me.  Both boys sort of glared at one another before Ezra just sighed
and looked away from his once long time friend.

"Just leave it be." Ezra shook his head as he started to walk away, and
then stopped dead in his tracks looking over towards the edge of the open
area.

My gaze followed the older boy's line of sight towards an empty picnic
table, and I noticed an older man standing there watching us.  He seemed
ancient, and was leaning on a staff with a sack in his hand that he just
placed on the table before turning around and walking away.

Looking back towards Ezra I noticed the boy's shoulders slump, and his head
bow down as he just stood there for a moment.  Brendan walked over to his
friend, and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.  Ezra just looked at him
for a moment, went over and picked up the small sack off the table, and
then walked away back towards the school without saying a word.

"What was that about?" I asked Brendan who just looked at me and shook his
head not willing to talk about it.

We both stood there for a moment before my friend just sighed and shrugged
his shoulders.  Looking back at me and smiling appreciatively that I hadn't
probed him further for answers about Ezra and the old man; he just motioned
me towards an empty bench under one of the trees.  We both sat down and
opened up our sack lunches before we started to eat.

"So why don't you eat in the lunch room?" Brendan asked me as a way to get
a conversation going.

Shrugging my shoulders I just looked around.  "I just sort of like it out
here.  Back in Ramstein it would probably be a bit cold, and maybe
raining." I told him honestly.

"Yeah, we tend to get a lot of rain in bursts during this time of year, but
even then it stops long enough to dry out and it is still warm.  I guess it
is kind of nice out here." He agreed as he looked around appreciating the
scurry of activity around us.

"So why were you looking for me?" I asked Brendan who just sort of looked
at me with a blank look on his face wondering what I was talking about.
"You said earlier that you were looking for me." I pointed out reminding
him what he had said when he first saw me.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  I wanted to tell you that earlier today I saw
the diving coach because he was in to see the principal about getting
permission to practice his team over here in the aqua center.  Evidently,
he has to formally ask for permission every year since it isn't a school
team, and then the principal talks to the board about getting permission to
extend his privileges."  Brendan pointed out, which seemed kind of strange
to me, but then again I didn't know all the particulars of this diving team
and the arrangements.

When Brendan had told me the other day that the school had a diving
facility it had sort of caught me by surprise.  I'd never heard of a Junior
High School having such a facility.  However, Brendan had explained to me
that this school didn't start out as a Junior High school, and had ended up
going through numerous changes.  At one point when it became a college for
women the aqua facility was added by a wealthy female board member so that
the women could compete regionally in water sports.

"Oh, cool.  I didn't know he needed permission, but I guess it makes sense
because it isn't a school event."  I admitted to him.

"Yeah, well I got a chance to talk with him about you, and he agreed to
allow you to try out for the team." He told me excitedly.

"No way, how did you manage to do that?" I gasped giving him my complete
attention now.  "I thought you said he normally doesn't allow just plain
ole tryouts."

"He doesn't, but it's kind of hard for him to say no when the principal of
the school is standing there, and he has to get permission from her and the
board to continue practicing here." Brendan pointed out smugly.

Scrunching up my eyebrows I looked over at my friend not at all comfortable
now with how this all came about.  "I don't know Brendan...I mean I hope he
won't be upset about getting sort of roped into a tryout with me." I told
him seriously.

Brendan just shrugged his shoulders.  "The worst thing that could happen is
that he says you can't join the team, but at least you got to try out.
Besides, it's better than no tryout at all." He pointed out.

"Yeah I suppose.  So when is the tryout?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow, right after school lets out." He informed me which made me a bit
nervous to have it so soon.

"Oh," I commented.  "Um...what about the coach?  What's he like?" I
wondered.

Brendan just looked up at me and grimaced, which didn't bode so well.
"Um...well...just what I've heard around you know.  He's kind of strict
about things, and I'm told at one time he had been considered for the
Olympics as well, but something happened that either prevented him from
going or that he just didn't do so well.  I'm not exactly sure what
happened, and of course it is just all rumors anyway." He started out.

"Well, that's not so bad.  So was my other coach...I mean strict wise, but
he actually did go to the Olympics and didn't do so bad." I responded as I
bit into my Turkey on Rye sandwich, which I had to admit really was pretty
good since mom put pickles in as well.

"Yeah, I guess not, but I've also heard he's kind of hard on some of the
kids, almost verbally abusive at times, and really isn't all that
well-liked.  I don't know maybe it is because he's from one of those
Eastern European countries or something.  It's almost like he really
doesn't care for Americans, I don't know." He stated as he shrugged his
shoulders.

"If he's sort of verbally abusive why do people put up with him?" I
wondered not really liking what I was hearing.

Brendan just looked at me for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"I've heard the school board sort of tolerates him so that they can keep a
diving program active over here and also because he has managed to win some
of the tournaments.  Besides, you know how it is and all.  People sort of
talk and say things sometimes so I wouldn't take it too seriously." He told
me as we both sat there in our own thoughts finishing up our lunch.

The rest of the day went by without much incident.  By the end of the
school day most of the kids were taking the time to nod or wave a greeting
my way.  It was strange for me having so many people acknowledging me like
that, and in a way kind of flattering.  It was as if being a buddy of
Brendan's automatically made me a lot of friends by association.  At lunch
I had mentioned this to Brendan, but he just shrugged his shoulders as
usual stating that the kids were just starting to get to know me is all.

When I got home I told my folks all about my day, excluding the minor
incident during lunch.  My mom seemed to smile affectionately at how I
seemed to be all bubbly with how things were going for me in school.  Then
I told them about the diving tryout for tomorrow.  I looked over
apprehensively towards my mom expecting her to say something about it, or
maybe even be mad, but she seemed alright with it.  As a matter of fact,
she even seemed excited for me as she asked for more information.  Of
course I didn't have all that much to say other than what Brendan had told
me.  They did take pause though when I told them about what kids were
saying concerning the coach's attitude and things.

"Well," my father began.  "I would just wait and see if I were you Jackson.
Sometimes a hard working coach gets a bad reputation.  I've seen the hard
paces your coach in Ramstein put you boys through, so I'm sure you will be
able to handle things just fine." He nodded encouragingly.

When I thought about it I realized he was right.  Our coach in Ramstein
really was very strict, but also fair.  He made all of us work hard putting
us through our paces and pushing us to our limits.  It was as if he had a
sense of what we could really do before we even realized it.  He was
hard-nosed as well, but he had a very good reputation for being very fair,
so there was a bit of a difference between what people said concerning the
two coaches.

The next day rolled around quickly, and I managed to make it to school on
time even though I was running a bit late.  I had been nervous the night
before, and couldn't get any sleep.  When I woke up I was a bit sluggish,
but my mom whipped me into shape lickety-split like, and had me out the
door in no time.

By the time I got to my locker Brendan was already waiting for me.  He was
smiling brilliantly, and clapped me on the shoulder with a perky greeting.
I just grunted as I worked my locker combination, and shoved my gym bag
inside retrieving my books for first period.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked me seriously.

Sighing I sagged against my locker.  "I don't know, just a bit nervous I
guess." I managed to get out before someone passed us by, and gave us both
the thumbs up.  "What was that about?" I asked Brendan who also seemed
confused by the other guy's action.

"Don't know." He replied as he turned his focus back on me.  "Listen,
there's nothing to be nervous about.  Just go out and do your dives.  If
you make it great, if not then you are no worse off than before you knew
there was a diving program.  Besides, I've seen some of these kids on the
diving team, and from what you've told me you are way better than them." He
told me seriously.

Nodding my head, and saying goodbye to my friend, I made my way to first
period.  Along the way I kept on getting the thumbs up from various kids,
and even though it confused me I just smiled and returned their greeting.
Throughout the morning it seemed as if Ezra would pop up out of nowhere,
almost as if he wanted to talk to me.  Each time though something seemed to
interrupt him as either a kid would come up to me and chat, or sometimes
people would just wave a greeting in my direction.  Whatever the reasoning
it just seemed as if the boy ended up watching me from a distance.  It kind
of weirded me out at times, but then again there didn't seem to be any ill
will directed my way, so in the end I just shrugged it off.  This continued
on throughout the rest of the morning until lunch time when Brendan met up
with me at the picnic table with a few of his friends in tow.

"Hey guys this is Jackson," Brendan introduced me to his friends while at
the same time introducing them to me.

We all got settled in around the picnic table, and I got nervous as I bit
my lip realizing just how much younger I was from everyone else at the
table.  It wasn't so bad when it was just Brendan, but now at eleven years
old I was sitting at a table filled with a bunch of thirteen year old
eighth graders.

"So...," one of the older boys, Jim, started out as he munched on his
sandwich.  "We hear you are trying out for the diving team.  Is that true?"
He asked curiously while I just bored holes into Brendan for making a big
thing out of it.

"What?" Brendan asked me curiously.  "I didn't say anything." He shrugged
his shoulders apologetically, and I could tell he was telling the truth.

"What?" Jim queried looking at Brendan and then back to me.  "Was it
supposed to be some sort of secret?" He asked me curiously.

"No I guess not, it's just...," I looked down at my lunch shaking my head.

"What?" The boy inquired again.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit nervous I guess." I finally admitted.

"I can understand that.  After all who in their right mind climbs up to
those towers, and does all those quirky twists and turns just so they can
go splat on the water." He told me seriously grimacing at the imagined hurt
while everyone else did the same.

"Ouch...thanks a lot." I quipped back at him just shaking my head.  "That
really makes me feel much better you know..." I chuckled at the look the
older boy gave me.

"Well it's true."  The older boy said defensively.  "It takes a lot of guts
to go up there.  I went once, and it scared the crap out of me." The boy
admitted to me.  "Of course I didn't dive off or anything, just jumped, and
I have to admit it was kind of fun after the fact, but still...it scared
the crap out of me." He repeated.  "If you look closely you'll see a small
brown spot up there.  That was me dropping a load." He stated seriously
while everyone stopped eating; some making a disgusting look while others
just sort of chuckled at the imagery of the boy dropping a load up there.

"Aw man, what you have to go and say that for?" Frank, one of Brendan's
other friends groaned as he just dropped his sandwich back into his lunch
bag having lost his appetite.

We all watched the boy as he rolled up his brown lunch bag, and just leaned
back with a disgusted look on his face.  I couldn't help it as I just
busted up laughing while everyone just looked at me.

"Yeah, you wouldn't be laughing if you ever smelled what came out of his
ass." Frank commented as he wrinkled his nose, and pinched it closed with
his thumb and finger.

"Ain't that the truth," Brendan responded as he just started to chuckle.
"But you have to admit, it is pretty funny.  Shit, I bet Jackson takes a
look for himself when he is up there today." He hooted as he just started
to laugh his ass off followed by several of the other boys.

After we settled down I finally had to fess up to the truth.  "Well
actually I won't be looking, not if he went all the way up to the ten meter
platform.  If anything I'll probably only go as high as the seven and a
half meter platform.  Technically at my age I am only supposed to compete
on the five meter platform, but there are some exceptions to the rule.
Because of my skill level and experience I would have competed on the seven
and a half meter platform back in Ramstein." I told the guys as I continued
to eat not at all put off by the whole taking a dump scenario.

The table got really quiet as they all just looked at me.  "What?" I asked
them now that they were all looking at me.

"I was just kidding about the whole ten meter platform thing." Jim admitted
to me.  "I've gone to some of the competitions, and I've never seen a kid
your age dive on anything higher than the five meter platform.  Are you
really that good?" He asked me.

Shrugging my shoulders I looked down because now it seemed like I had just
been bragging.  "No not really.  I mean last year I did alright and all,
but didn't do anything all that spectacular.  My coach back in Ramstein did
tell me though just before I left that he felt this would have been my
year.  He thought I had improved a bit so had me practicing dives on the
higher platform." I told them no longer hungry with all of the attention.

"Geeze guys just leave him be already.  It's bad enough he has to tryout
for the team today, but now you guys are getting him all worked up about
it." Brendan scolded his friends.

"Hey, no worries about it Jackson." Jim mentioned.  "I'm sure you'll do
just fine.  Don't pay any attention to us.  It's just no one from our
school has ever been good enough to make the team.  I think the whole
school is kind of cheering for you is all." He finished off as he ruffled
my hair and gave me a friendly shove.

The rest of our meal went off without any further mention of the
approaching tryout session.  It became kind of casual with everyday kind of
kid talk, and Brendan's friends were really cool about including me in on
the conversation.  Of course some things they were talking about just went
over my head, and I didn't understand what they were saying, but they never
gave me any grief over it.

Before long the school day had ended, and I made my way over towards the
large structure just up the walkway about fifty yards away from the main
school building.  There still was plenty of time before the actual tryout
session since most of the other kids on the team had to travel here from
the surrounding area.  It wouldn't start for about another hour to give
everyone enough time to arrive from various locations.

The door was open, and I could hear some kids in the swimming pool hidden
off in the back somewhere past the closed front lobby area.  The familiar
scent of chlorinated water hit my senses making me eager to hurry up and
get into the water.  It was almost as if I was being tugged, and I smiled
at the sensation of anticipation that rippled along my skin.

The boy's changing rooms were off to the left so I entered the doorway, and
into the familiar type of gym style locker room area with bathrooms and
shower facilities.  I made my way down several rows of lockers until I came
to an out of the way corner I felt safe with getting changed in.  I could
hear some kids joking around off towards the other end of the large locker
room as I sat down and quickly changed into my small pair of swim briefs.

Before long I was looking around inside at the high ceiling structure.  The
diving area was separated by a retractable dividing wall from the main
lower ceiling swimming area where several kids were already doing laps.
Along both lengths of the walls were a set of bleachers for spectators.  I
stepped passed the divided off section, and smiled appreciatively at the
familiar sight before my eyes.  It was an older building, but the platform
and diving boards still had that new look to it as if it had been well
taken care of over the years, or maybe even replaced with newer ones.

Since I still had plenty of time before the others would arrive, I decided
to get warmed up with my various exercises so I could be limber enough.
With my mind occupied it wasn't long before some of the dive team members
started to arrive.  After some furtive glances one of the boys finally made
their way over to me and introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Mikah, and I'm the team captain." One of the boys who
looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old introduced himself to me.

"Hi, I'm Jackson." I introduced myself.

"Oh yes, the coach asked me to put you through some paces first before he
got here.  He has to talk to the principal for a few minutes." He commented
as he smiled pleasantly at me.  "I see you've already done some warm ups,
so why don't you go ahead and start on the diving board with some practice
dives." He continued while one of the other older boys sidled up next to
Mikah with a sort of impish grin on his face.

There were a few other boys who were off to the side, and when I looked
over they sort of looked away except for a brown wavy haired boy who sort
of gave me an apprehensive look as if trying to convey something to me.
Mikah seemed likable enough, but his friend didn't come off so nice and I
had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that something just wasn't
right.  It was just a feeling, and I tried to stifle it because my dad had
told me to enter the tryouts with an open mind.

Still, I didn't think it was such a good idea to start doing some practice
runs yet on the diving board.  "I'm not sure I should start yet." I
responded in a neutral tone of voice as I looked around noticing that some
of the parents had taken a seat up in the stands, and were chatting amongst
themselves.

"Hey listen Jackson, the coach told me to get you started, and I for one
don't want to get on his bad side because you were a bit skittish.  He told
me that he wanted you warmed up and in form so that all he had to do was to
take a quick look to see what you've got.  He's really busy, and doesn't
have extra time to waste on someone coming in at the last moment to try out
for our team." Mikah pointed out.

Sighing I conceded the point and nodded as I made my way to the diving
board.  I went through some paces before Mikah indicated for me to begin on
the five meter platform.  I went through the motions of some basic dives
taking time in-between to warm up in the small heated Jacuzzi off to the
side before getting out, drying off with my shammy, and then heading back
up to the platform for another dive.  At this point I was in my own world,
and hadn't noticed I was being watched by several students from my school
along with the rest of the diving team.

At some point my head popped out of one of my routine double back flips
when I heard a deep booming and resonating voice bouncing off the walls.
"What on earth is going on over here?" The voice reverberated off the walls
as I made my way over to a tall thin figure of a man at the side of the
pool.

Climbing out of the water I quickly gathered up my shammy drying myself off
as I headed towards the man who could only be the coach.  I knew
immediately the man was in charge of the dive team, and also new
immediately that Mikah had played me because he was trying to hide a smirk
behind his hand as he whispered to his friend.

The man just scowled at me as I approached him.  "Who told you that you can
begin doing dives without any supervision?" The man scolded me with a thick
accent that was a bit difficult for me to follow.

Glancing towards the two older boys I just bristled as they smirked at me.
"No one sir.  I'm sorry it won't happen again.  It's just I had already
done my warm-up exercises, and it's been a few weeks since I've actually
done some dives off the platform so I thought I would loosen up with some
basic ones." I told him as he looked over to the two older boys, and I
caught the coach winking at them conspiratorially.

So, it would appear as if even the coach was in on this little humiliating
set-up against me.  I filed away the knowledge for future reference that is
if there was going to be one with this team.  So far I wasn't getting a
good vibe at all about this man and his team.  Well, that wasn't really
fair either because some of them were off to the side trying to stay
completely out of the situation.  I even noticed some of the parents up in
the stands cringe at what had just transpired.

Yet, I couldn't just come out and expose the team captain for what he had
done.  For one thing the coach was in on it.  Secondly, even if he wasn't
in on it who would he have to believe except someone he's worked with for a
while now and trusted?  So in the end I just bit my tongue.

"Well you assumed wrong young man, and this doesn't start you off on a very
good footing.  Since you are here and already warmed up, you might as well
show me what you have.  How old are you?" He snapped at me.

"I'm eleven, sir?" I responded.

"Hmmm, that would make you the youngest on this team, well then why don't
you climb up on the platform and show me the best dive you have.  You will
only get one shot at this since you have already exceeded your bounds, and
be glad I am giving you one at all." He told me dismissing me while he
beckoned over to the other divers so he could start giving out
instructions.

My face turned red at being treated so gruffly, and I also had a bit of a
dilemma.  He had asked me to do my best dive which required me to be on the
seven and a half meter platform, but he clearly wanted me to dive on my age
group platform.  Biting on my lower lip nervously, I figured if I was going
to go down it might as well be on the seven and a half meter platform, and
screw him if he got pissed.

Making my way over to the stairs I climbed up all the way to the second
highest platform.  It felt exhilarating to me as I stepped on to the
familiar feeling surface.  Making sure I was dried off completely with my
shammy I made my way to the edge, and wiped it down as well just to be sure
before tossing my small towel down to the ground.

All noise seemed to fade away as I finally edged myself all the way up to
the end of the platform with my back towards the water.  At this point I
didn't even know if the coach was paying attention or not, and I didn't
even care as all outside noise just dissipated from my mind.  I bent over
at the waste, and let my arms lift me up slightly as my legs rotated out
over the water until they finally stopped above my head in a hand stand
position with my face and body now facing out towards the water.  My body
paused for several seconds, enough time for the judges to recognize I was
in my set position, before my arms flexed, my legs kicked out, and I began
my rotation for the armstand back two somersaults, half twists in the pike
position.

It was a difficult dive, but I knew as soon as I launched my body into the
rotation that I was spot on as my reflexes from several hours of repetitive
practice sessions on just this one dive kicked in automatically.  My entry
was slightly off, but I instinctively knew that it had created very little
splash as my sleek body sliced through the water.  Even with my entry being
slightly off, I knew that in a real competition I would have received high
marks for this dive.  Immediately after my head surfaced from the water I
heard an explosive uproar as people all around were on their feet cheering
on my performance.

As I looked around it was the first time I realized that it was fairly
crowded in the stands as several kids from the school must have wandered
over to watch.  Even several parents of the boys from the dive team had
stood up and were applauding.  I blushed profusely as I stepped out on the
opposite side from my spectators so that I could step into the warm water.
I could see how annoyed the coach was at me ignoring him, but he couldn't
fault me for this action because it was commonplace for divers to get
warmed up immediately after a dive so that their muscles wouldn't cramp up.

Taking my time I finally stepped out of the warm water, and got dried off
with my shammy as I made my way around towards the coach.  I stopped long
enough to fish out a dry towel from my bag, and wrap it around my waist.  I
noticed several girls from my school eyeing me appreciatively before I
covered up, which made me blush even more.  They were kind of cute, and I
could feel the familiar stirring between my legs as I tore my gaze away
from them before I started to sport a full blown erection.  Thank goodness
I had wrapped a towel around my waist as I could feel the tight fabric of
my bathing suit pressing up against my semi hard erection trying to contain
that small garden snake of mine.

As I walked over towards the coach I spotted Brendan with his little
brother, and they both beamed proudly at me.  Brendan glanced at me, and
then towards the girls that were eyeing me appreciatively.  He smiled
knowingly as he just smirked and rolled his eyes making me blush even more.

Somehow having both brothers there cheering me on seemed to calm down my
nerves.  I knew Brendan was on the swim team so I kind of wondered why he
wasn't over by the other section with the other swimmers taking practice
laps, but then I realized he must have gone over to pick up his little
brother so they could both watch my performance.  For that matter, I
noticed a group of boys sitting together in the bleachers wearing those
skimpy swim briefs or tight racers.  It dawned on me then that the team had
stopped their warm up laps, and had come over to watch my tryout as well.

"So young man it would seem as if you continue to be insolent.  Who gave
you permission to dive off the seven and a half meter platform when you are
obviously in the Group D diver's age bracket, which means the five meter
platform?" He continued to berate me, but I was ready for it this time
knowing he was going to do this anyway.

Shrugging my shoulders I just responded honestly.  "You did, sir."

"I did no such thing young man. How..." he started in before I cut him off.

"Yes you did sir when you asked me to show you my best dive.  You only
asked for my best dive, which I provided and needed to be done on the seven
and a half meter platform.  You never said I couldn't dive on that height,
only for my best dive." I told him firmly, but without raising my voice.

The entire audience had gone deathly quiet at that moment as the coach had
to concede my point, but he most definitely looked irritated by it.  "Well
then, perhaps next time I will have to make myself much clearer as to my
intentions.  Mikah, why don't you show us what the dive is supposed to look
like?  This new boy did a nice enough performance, but he should see how it
is really supposed to look." The coach ordered the older boy who just
smirked and made his way up the platform.

The place once again fell silent as Mikah got into position.  Right away I
could tell his hand stand wasn't as strong as mine had been, and he
actually may have launched himself too soon before he was completely set in
the hand stand.  Some judges may overlook it at our age group, even though
he was obviously older, but if the competition was tight they most
assuredly wouldn't.  I watched him and knew as soon as he entered into his
first somersault rotation that he was off.  I could tell the coach knew as
well, but he didn't seem to show any emotions about it.

Mikah's entry was also flawed, more so than my own creating a fairly good
sized splash that wouldn't impress the judges, but I didn't say anything as
the coach rounded on me.  Even the people in the stands knew that it was no
where near as good as mine had been, but they still clapped for him;
although, not as much as they had done for me.  The boy's head popped out
of the water as he made his way over to the warm heating pool.  He turned
and glared at me as he stepped inside the warm water.

"So, now you know what I expect from you young man." The coach stated as he
handed me some paperwork.  "Here, you're parents must read through the
material and sign it.  There are some fees involved which are itemized, and
you must go to the listed doctor and get a physical as well.  You can't
start practicing with us until all these prerequisites have been met to my
satisfaction." The man pointed out coldly to me as if trying to dismiss me
as soon as possible.

Glancing through the paperwork I started noting all the fees attached to
the list.  Even the doctor's fees were outrageous as I looked at the number
next to the doctor's name.  I never even considered all the fees involved
with the sport, and never gave it a second thought, but even I recognized
how outrageous these were.

"Um...sir?" I spoke up.

"Yes, hurry up young man I have to get started on the drills for the team."
He snapped at me.

"Well, I was just wondering about some of the fees.  They seem a bit high.
I mean for instance the physical.  I already have my physical on file at
the school so I really don't need to go get another one." I told him
honestly.

"Oh really, how do I know it will stand up to the standards of this state.
Did you not just move here?  From where did you get the physical?" He
inquired.

"Yes, we just moved here from Germany but..." I started to explain when he
just exploded.

"From a different country?  Of course it would be different.  Are you
trying to get me sued or something?" He snapped at me.

"Of course not sir, but it wasn't a foreign doctor or anything.  I got it
done on an American base by an American doctor." I told him taken aback by
his briskness.

The coach seemed to turn purple with rage as he muttered and cursed under
his breath in a language I didn't understand.  "The military?  Your father
is in the military?" He exclaimed angrily at me catching me by surprise.

"Um...yes...I mean no.  He...he's retired now." I stepped back at the
obvious hatred.

"Retired?" He looked at me a bit surprised.  "Isn't he a bit young to
retire from the military?" He scoffed at me.  "Of course this means that
the taxpayers are paying for his retirement so he can sit around as pretty
as he pleases at all of our expense.  But no matter, since your physical
was done in a different country you will need to have it done here." He
told me still bristling for some reason that was beyond me.

"Sure, I guess that would be alright.  I can go see our family doctor at
the main military base Joint Base San Anotnio-Lackland, or over here just
around the corner at smaller base facility Randolph Air Force base, and
have another one done for you." I told him thinking the matter was
resolved.

"Why do you still wish to be so insolent to me?  I have told you that you
must see the doctor I have assigned to make everything legal.  Besides, I
wouldn't trust those butchering military doctors.  They are the worst of
the lot.  You Americans always stick your noses where it doesn't belong,
and think you are high and mighty.  Your American military people are a
bunch of cowards feeding off the poor innocent people in the world for your
own gains." He spat at me threateningly, but for some reason it only
managed to piss me off.

"You are a liar." I yelled at him as a shocked look overcame him at my
outburst.  "The military doctors are excellent doctors better than most
private doctors here in the states.  They even saved my father's life one
time years ago.  Everyone always complains about Americans this, and
Americans that, but when it comes down to it who do you all come to when
you need something.  It is us Americans, and all of you hold out your hands
taking our hard earned money and then spit in our faces.  If you don't like
America then go back to wherever you came from." I spat back at the man as
he had hit a raw nerve of mine.

"And for your information my father is no coward.  He risked his life many
times to save people just like you.  When the shit hit the fan, it was him
that flew in relief supplies in a hale of bullets before evacuating people
out.  The only way in was through a line of fire that the insurgents had
set into place.  Going out was fine, but going in he was in the direct line
of fire." I turned red as I pressed forward making him back up a step.

It was as if there weren't any other people in the room except the two of
us as I unloaded myself on him.  "It was him that transported spoiled snot
nosed winy as political people such as yourself who don't even appreciate
someone else risking their lives for you.  Not only did he fly in once, but
three more times, four in all through all that fucking mess.  Each time he
came out of that place his plane was barely able to fly shot all to hell.
The fourth time he flew out carrying over seventy five refugees with his
plane barely able to lift off because it was shot all to hell and bleeding
from bullet holes riddling his body.  It was a miracle that he was even
able to get the plane off the ground much less transport everyone to
safety." My voice quivered as I started to cry.

This was years ago when I was still very young, and I'm sure even my dad
thought I didn't know the story.  "It was those so called butchering
doctors that saved his life.  No one else would have been able to do what
they did.  As for my father, he is no coward and his medals prove it.  He
doesn't ever say anything to anyone, but his efforts that day not only
earned him the Purple Heart and Distinguished Flying Cross...but also the
Medal of Honor.  Something you wouldn't even know anything about.  You have
no honor, after all the measure of a good coach is reflected by the
character of his team captain, and your captain is a spineless lying coward
who is full of himself and wouldn't know a good dive from a crappy one.  My
dive was way better than his...you can ask anyone watching here today, and
I only regret that I won't be able to compete against him to prove my
point." I told him as I tossed the papers in his face, and turned to walk
away.

Something I said must have touched a nerve in the man because all of a
sudden he reached out and grabbed my arm twisting it painfully.  "How dare
you call my son...I mean..." He stuttered, but the cat was out of the bag.

The team captain was his son so no wonder the boy got preferential
treatment.  "Mr. Konnikov!" I heard a commanding voice as I yanked my arm
free.

My mind was swirling with anger as I ran over to my bag, and slipped into
my sweats before running out of the building.  I didn't even wait around
for Brendan as I heard him shout out my name.  All I could think of was to
get my bike and head home.  I must have been steaming because the next
thing I knew was that I had arrived home as I slipped inside the house, and
then up to my room.

Closing my door I collapsed on to my bed and started to cry.  At some point
my mom must have heard me because she came into my room, but couldn't get a
straight answer from me.  After several attempts she finally gave up.  It
seemed only moments later when my door opened up again and my father came
into the room.  Evidently he had called it an early day at work because he
was eager to find out how my day had gone with the tryouts.

"Oh Jackson," my dad stroked my head tenderly.  "It's not the end of the
world that you didn't make the team." He tried to sooth me.

My body was wracked with tears and hiccups when I heard him trying to
soothe me, and it was then he realized something more was going on.
"Jackson, tell me what happened." He told me firmly trying to get my
attention.

It seemed to work as I sat up and wiped away the tears.  Slowly at first, I
recounted to him how my school day began and how it seemed to be going just
fine.  Then I told him about how Mikah had tricked me, and how it seemed
like the coach was in on it.  I explained that I didn't let that get to me
as I recounted the rest of the tale all the way to the end until I ran out
after throwing the paperwork in the man's face.

My father listened the entire time not saying a word, and at the end just
sighed shaking his head.  "I didn't realize you still remembered about my
injury Jackson.  I had hoped you were young enough to forget." He told me
seriously.

Out of all that happened this was the foremost thing on his mind.  "What?"
I asked him as I hiccupped.

"I said that I..." My father started out, but I interrupted him.

"I heard you, but why would you be so worried about that?  I mean, didn't
you hear anything I said about how the coach called you a coward, and how
us Americans get into everyone's business?" I asked him seriously.

"Yes of course I heard you Jackson, but to me those sorts of things don't
matter to me.  There will always be people in our country like your coach.
However, as many people that are out there like him who blame us for
everything, there are just as many who do appreciate what we stand for and
what we do.  What matters to me...is you.  What happened to me had a
traumatic enough affect on your mother, and I had prayed you wouldn't
remember about it." He sighed shaking his head sadly.

The incident had almost killed him not to mention almost destroyed his
career.  He went through rehab for months, but was only able to go back on
active duty after a lot of hard work.  When all was said and done, it
actually helped propel his career, and he was on fast track to becoming a
General in the Air Force.  The military was a part of his life, and he felt
it was his duty to serve our country.  He did so with honor and integrity,
but in the end I knew it was because of us, specifically me, that he
finally retired.

Sniffling, I just shook my head.  "I really don't remember dad.  I mean I
remember you were hurt and all, but I don't remember all that much." I
admitted to him.

"But how...I mean..." He just looked at me confused.

"You don't think I noticed how all the higher ranking officers would just
gawk at you when you wore your uniform at formal functions.  How the
enlisted men would come up to you, and want to talk with you.  How people
would just act around you when they saw that medal around your neck." I
told him seriously.

"Yes, but I was always careful that you wouldn't hear anything about that
mission." He admitted sadly to me.  "Besides, I hated having to wear that
thing around my neck." He told me honestly

"So..." I shrugged my shoulders.  "You can get any information you want off
the internet these days.  One day I got curious, and just looked it up.
You never talk about it with anyone.  Even when people ask you about it,
you never say anything.  Why?" I asked him seriously.

"Because son, what I did wasn't nearly as much as what others had done that
day." He told me somberly.

"I don't understand." I admitted to him confused.

"Others paid a higher price son...they paid the ultimate price.  They gave
their lives so that those civilians can live, and that Jackson is a true
hero; one who pays the ultimate price.  I may wear the medal son, but I do
so to honor their memory...their sacrifice." He told me as tears started to
run down his cheeks.

We both paused a moment collecting our thoughts.  "Jackson, son, you have
to understand something.  I made the decision to go in, but in so doing I
had forced that same decision on my crew members.  Sure people always talk
about the four different planes that I lost which had thousands of holes in
them, but I lost more than just planes, son.  I lost some good men, some
very good friends, six in all that day because of the choice I made.  Yes,
I saved over 200 people that day, strangers all of them, but in the process
I lost six fine young men, all of them family in a way, and in the prime of
their lives.  It is a burden I have to carry son, for not only my men that
I lost, but also for their families."  He sighed sadly.

It was strange listening to him recount that story to me.  I never fully
understood the magnitude of what he had endured.  Sure he had been wounded
and hurt badly, but those physical scars have healed, and what remained was
the emotional scaring.

"Jackson, The Medal of Honor is something...well noble in its intent, but
for many who have earned the medal most would agree they would rather have
the men, their buddies, their comrades, their friends at their side
instead.  In most cases the medal is awarded posthumously, meaning after
the recipient of the award is dead.  That is how much sacrifice goes into
such an award, but in the end I would have to say all of us who have
received this award that are alive would agree we would rather have our
friends back who paid the ultimate price." He finally finished as he just
held on to me.

We sat there for a few moments longer when the doorbell rang.  Grunting
wearily, he just looked at me and I smiled back.  Without a word we both
got up, and headed downstairs to see who was at the door.

My mom had opened up the door, and was ushering in a large group of people
including my principal.  She must have heard about my outburst, and I
groaned inside wondering how much trouble I was going to be in.

"Jackson...Jackson...out of my way everyone...Jackson...," I recognized a
small squeaky voice shout out.  "I said get out of my way." Marco grunted
as he squeezed passed a large man I had never even seen before, and
sprinted towards me.

There was just enough time to brace myself before the little guy launched
himself at me like I had seen him do to his older brother the other day.
Despite bracing myself for impact I was still much smaller than Brendan,
and Marco managed to knock me on my butt as he just wrapped himself around
me and held on for dear life.

"Why didn't you wait for us when we yelled out to you?" He asked me as he
released me long enough to get a good look at my face before once again
wrapping himself firmly around my small frame.  "You look like crap where
you crying?" He asked me.

"Um...yeah I guess...maybe a little." I told him honestly as I blushed with
embarrassment with so many witnesses around.

"Oh...I'm really sorry Jackson.  He really was a jerk, and I told him so
too, well after I kicked him in the shin." He quipped.

"Marco, you didn't." I gasped in shock.

"Yup, sure did and he screamed and everything.  I thought he was going to
hit me so I kicked him again for good measure." The small boy told me
smugly.

"Marco!" I gasped a bit shocked.  "You shouldn't go around kicking people
like that.  He...he could have hurt you or something." I told him.

"Just let him try.  My daddy would beat him up for sure if he tried." He
answered me so sure of himself.

Rolling my eyes at his innocence, I finally pried myself free from him
while everyone else tried to hide their laughter at Marco's spunk.  Sure it
was funny now, but truth be told it kind of frightened me that the boy
would do something like that at all.  There were a lot of people piled up
all around us trying not to trip, so I motioned for Marco to get up.

"Why don't we all go into the living room where we have more room?" My
mother suggested as she just looked at my father questioningly not knowing
what was going on.

There were about twenty people in all including several kids from the
diving team.  That would mean that some of the adults were their parents.
Brendan finally managed to find his way over to me, and we bumped knuckles.
For some reason having him close by made me feel a lot better about things.

"Well Mr. and Mrs. Elborn, I suppose you have heard all about the
little...um...exchange at the diving venue by the school today." Principal
Powell began as she looked first towards me and then my parents.

"Yes, well I know Jackson came home really upset Mrs. Powell, and I still
haven't been able to figure out why, but I think my husband just had a
chance to talk to Jackson about it." My mom admitted a little nervously,
but my father just squeezed her hand reassuringly letting her know it
really was alright.

"I see," Mrs. Powell stated as she gave my mom the quick run down as she
understood things.

My mom looked at me, but didn't seem all that upset about it.  If anything
she seemed relieved that it wasn't as bad as she had initially thought.

"Yes, well principal Powell, I'm sure Jackson is sorry for raising his
voice to an adult, but from what you are telling me he was justified.  Of
course we will honor any punishment you see fit, but I have to support
Jackson in this matter, and to tell you the truth the coach should be glad
I wasn't there myself.  He got off easy in my opinion, and if I had been
there I would have clocked him a good one." My mom admitted, and my dad
nearly choked as he looked at her.

"Oh hell, it's a good thing you weren't there then sweetheart.
Mrs. Powell, believe me we should all be thankful because what you don't
understand is that my wife here knows how to throw a mean punch.  I've
actually seen her knock someone out before." He told the principal
seriously which was something even I hadn't heard before, and made me
wonder what else I didn't know about my mom.

"Oh well then thank goodness for that because we sure would have a mess on
our hands now if that were the case.  At any rate there isn't any
punishment for Jackson.  There were enough witnesses around who can testify
Jackson was provoked unjustly by an adult figure that was in a position of
power.  The coach overstepped his bounds, and abused his power."  The
principal assured us setting us a bit at ease.

"I see, so why...um...everyone..." My dad motioned around the room with so
many people standing around.

"Oh...well I wanted to introduce you to some of the parents whose children
are on the diving team, along with some faculty members, and some of the
more participatory interested parents in our extra curricular school
activities.  Some of them have complained about the coach's behavior in the
past, and they wanted to show you their support of the decision that has
been made."  Principal Powell stated as she introduced everyone to us.

The room erupted into everyone shaking hands and saying a short greeting.
Some of the boys on the diving team took a moment to come over to me.  I
recognized some of them who had been off to the side by themselves at the
pool.

"Hey...," one of the kids nodded towards me as we bumped fists.  "That was
a wickedly cool dive you made for someone as young as you." The boy
admitted.

"Hell, that was fantastic for any age," another boy piped in.  "Did you see
Mikah's expression when Jackson practically nailed that dive?  I thought
the jerk was going to puke or something." He chuckled as the rest of the
guys also laughed enjoying the memory.

As things began to die down the principal motioned for everyone to take
their seats again.  "I also wanted to let..." She began before she was
interrupted by one of the parents who stood back up, and walked towards my
father.

The man was a large guy standing at over six feet tall, and weighing a good
three hundred pounds or so.  He wasn't fat, not by any means.  The man was
very athletic looking, with strong long arms and muscles that seemed to
ripple beneath his shirt.  He had sparkling deep blue eyes, short blonde
hair, and boyish like features.  In a word he was quite handsome for a man.

"Yes...we just wanted to welcome you and your family into our community,
and wanted you to know there are plenty of people around who appreciate the
sacrifices you and your family have made on all of our behalf.  Thank you
for serving, sir." The large man extended his hand.

My father immediately got up as well taking the man's hand in his own, and
shook it glancing over towards me in an almost `I told you son,' manner.
"No the honor was mine sir, and thanks you for welcoming my family into the
community.  Thank you, all of you.  This means so much to us."  My father
replied as the two of them firmly shook hands before letting go and sitting
back down.

"Yes, thank you Braxton for that.  I should have welcomed you properly
myself Mr. Elborn, but I thank Braxton for doing it on our behalf.  As I
was stating though...um...well I'll just get to the point.  I have
dismissed Coach Konnikov, and told him that we wouldn't renew the contract
allowing him to practice at the pool.  Of course the board will also have
to agree with my decision, and I'm sure that Mr. Konnikov is pleading his
case right now to many of them trying to shore things up for himself.  I
doubt the board will take his side once I explain the situation to them,
but even if they did it wouldn't matter because I am the one who controls
the schedule, and I could make things very difficult.  Besides, most of the
parents have already pulled their kids off the team right after the
incident with Jackson."  She told us somberly.

"I see," my father grimaced.  "I take it though there is probably more to
this situation." My father pressed.

"Yes, part of the funding for the building includes the diving program.
Without a program in place it could jeopardize the ability for us to keep
the building open for our other water sports teams." She sighed
apologetically as some of the parents there had kids who were on the swim
team.

"I see..." My father stated as he leaned back, and looked at my mom.

"Principal Powell...is there any special requirement in place for a diving
coach?" My mom asked.  "What I mean to say is of course the coach would
need some knowledge of the sport, but is there anything specific in place
that would prevent someone from becoming a coach?"

"No, not really regarding the coach as long as they understand the program.
To tell you the truth though I don't know what all we would have to do in
regards to the proper standings of being allowed to compete in various
events.  I'm sure there is a process we would have to go through, and Coach
Konnikov is the one who handled all of those requirements I'm afraid."

My mom sighed and motioned towards my father for his phone.  My dad looked
at her a moment a bit confused, but handed over his work phone that the
company had provided to him.  Scrolling through the list of contacts my dad
had transferred from his old phone on the new phone, my mother hit the call
button and switched the phone over to speaker phone.  A man on the other
end picked up the phone and sounded as if he had been asleep.

"Hello...oh for Pete's sake it's like one thirty in the morning.  Who is
this, and it better be good?" The man quipped on the other end.

"Hello Peter, this is Nancy, Jackson's mother." My mom stated
apologetically for waking up my diving coach over in Germany.

"Nancy Elborn?" He asked astonished.  "Um...is everything alright...I mean
nothing's happened to your husband or Jackson?" He asked obviously worried.

"Oh...um...no... of course not, Peter.  I'm so sorry to wake you up at this
time of morning for you, but we've just had an incident that requires your
help and you know me.  I don't like to wait to get things settled." My mom
quipped as she quickly explained the situation to my old diving coach.

My coach then went over with everyone what would be required for us to form
our own diving team.  He stated that some of the arrangements he could help
us out with, and that he would start making some phone calls on our behalf
over the next couple of days.  He told my dad that he would coordinate with
him trying to find someone who might be able to fill in as a coach.  He had
several contacts in the competitive diving sport, and he was sure something
could be worked out.

We all listened intently as the plans were laid out, and then it finally
got quiet around the room as we all sort of digested the new information.
"Jackson?"  My coach asked me after a moment's pause in our conversation.

"Yes coach?" I responded.

"Did you really nail your dive...I mean after not practicing for a few
weeks?" He asked me proudly.

"Yeah, it was pretty good.  My entry was just off, but it would have scored
pretty good." I responded feeling proud of the dive.

"I knew it Jackson.  I knew you had finally come in to your own.  The
things we could have done together.  Don't give up Jackson.  You've got
real natural talent, and if you hone those skills you can go far in the
sport.  If nothing else, you can earn a good scholarship to an Ivy League
school.  You've got the smarts for it, and now with the diving you have a
real shot at a good scholarship." He announced proudly.

"Thanks coach.  I really miss you." I admitted.

"Me too Jackson.  Are you making any friends...I mean real friends?" He
asked me as I looked over towards Brendan and Marco.

"You bet Mister." Marco piped in.  "He's the best ever." The little boy
squeaked as his older brother pinched him trying to shut him up.

"What was that for?" The younger boy quipped.

"It was for running that big mouth of yours again, and butting into other
people's conversation." Brendan pointed out.

"Yes, sir I guess you could say I'm making friends." I chuckled at the
coach.  "That was little Marco and his older brother Brendan.  They had me
over at their house for a sleep over, and then they took me over to this
huge water park called Splashtown.  It was great." I told him.

"Yeah, I know Splashtown.  I've been there before a few years back when I
was in the area.  You have no idea how happy it makes me that you are
making friends.  I know it was a bit tough for you because of your age and
everything in school, but I'm glad it is better now for you." My coach told
me seriously.

We chatted for a few more minutes before we said our good bye's and hung up
the phone.  It was quiet now around in the room as people just sat around
in their own thoughts.  They had remained silent while I had talked to my
coach, and now we all sat around trying to digest some of the information
we had just received.

"Um...sir?" I heard a calm soft voice inquire of my dad.

My gaze shifted towards the source, and my heart nearly leaped out of my
throat.  It was a beautiful sculpted boy about Brendan's age, maybe a
little older, with lazy wavy light brown hair, deep steel blue eyes, and an
angelic face.  His eyebrows were the same light shade of brown as his hair.
His petite nose and straight lips that curled slightly upward when he
smiled made his eyes sparkle in his round almost like oval face.  I hadn't
noticed him before, not even at the pool, and even now it was as if he
tried to remain hidden from scrutiny.  Then it hit me, I did see him at the
pool.  He was the one I had seen a glimpse of as if he was trying to convey
something to me when Mikah had tricked me.

He appeared quiet and reserved...and just fabulously gorgeous.  That snake
of mine immediately stirred awake between my legs as I now tried to place
his familiar features.  I remembered him from the pool, but there was
something about his features that tickled at the back of my mind.  Then it
dawned on me, he must be the son of that man, Braxton, who had welcomed my
father to the community.  The boy had similar facial features, but with
darker hair and steel blue eyes instead of those deep blue ones belonging
to his father.  The boy also had the same body build as his father, but
just not as bulky or muscular.  The boy was leaner and lankier, perhaps
getting that from his mother.

The boy really was stunningly beautiful as my eyes practically raped him
from the top of his slightly curly wispy locks, all the way down his sleek
body, before wandering back up and settling on his crotch area.  He was
wearing a pair of blue polyester style of sweat pants that clung tightly
around that sweet looking bulge of his.  I couldn't make anything out
regarding what he had between his legs, but he was showing a decent sized
bulge.

There was a jolt in my side as I finally tore my gaze away from the boy's
crotch, and looked over to Brendan who was just looking at me with a smug
look.  He had jabbed me in the ribs, and I realized that I must have just
been overtly ogling the fine looking boy.  Of course Brendan was eyeing the
boy as well, but not as blatantly as I had been doing.  I blushed, but gave
my friend an appreciative smile for saving me from something that could
have been really embarrassing.

My father looked over towards the boy and smiled.  "Yes, young man?"

"Um...do you think...well...can we see it?" He asked timidly, obviously
being on the shy side.

"I don't understand?" My father responded scrunching up his eyebrows a bit
confused.  "See what?" He asked.

"You know...the medal." The boy asked quietly as he hung his head down
obviously embarrassed now that everyone was looking at him.

"Braxton!" The older Braxton exclaimed, which meant his son had the same
first name making the boy a junior.  "You must excuse my son Mr. Elborn..."

"Jeff...Braxton, just call me Jeff." My father smiled pleasantly.

"Thank you Jeff." The elder Braxton smiled warmly.  "You must excuse Brax,
my son," He shortened his son's name using it like a nickname, "but for as
long as I can remember he's always been very interested in learning about
the history of our country and things like our military force." He started
out looking around nervously, not wanting people to get the wrong idea.  "I
mean, not necessarily the fighting and wars and things, but just the
history and strategy of it all.  He reads books, and collects miniature
figures, and even has started putting together a miniature battle field at
Gettysburg.  He's so fascinated about how things were, and what things
looked like.  He even loves the old machinery and vehicles from the past."
The man apologized for his son.

"There is no need to apologize Braxton." My father smiled reassuringly.
"Brax..." my father looked towards the boy, "or is it Braxton?"  My dad
inquired.

"Um...Brax is fine when my dad's around.  It sort of cuts back on the
confusion." The boy smiled brilliantly making me quiver with how adorably
cute he looked.

"Well Brax, why do you want to see the medal?" My father asked the boy
sincerely.

The boy just shrugged his shoulders as he thought for a moment.
"Because...it is rare...I've never seen one...and...," the boy hesitated a
moment getting shy and not knowing how to put into words what was on him
mind.  "Because I know there is a history to it." He finished off which
seemed to confuse some of the parents sitting around us.

My father leaned back and sighed looking towards me, and then back towards
the timid shy boy.  Brax looked down now a bit embarrassed for having
asked, but it was too late now as he started to fidget about.  My father
scrunched up his eyes in thought as he looked towards me again, and came to
a decision.  Leaning forward he looked to the boy as if it were only the
two of them in the room, and started to tell him what he had told me.  It
was quiet in the room as my father spoke solemnly, and when he was finished
I could see a teardrop meandering down Brax's cheeks.

"So, after what I just told you, do you still want to see the medal?" My
father asked somberly.

The boy looked up into my father's eyes, and nodded his head which seemed
to catch my dad by surprise.  Sighing, he got up and disappeared down the
hall.  It was quiet now in the room, and no one wanted to be the first to
break the silence so we all just sat there awkwardly.  Braxton senior
looked down at his son, and patted the boy's knee reassuringly.  Before
long my father returned with a rectangular shaped box, and stepped over to
the boy.  My dad looked down at the small box with a pained look on his
face before handing it to the boy, and then returning to sit next to my
mom.

The boy looked down at the box he held in his shaking hands, and gently
raised the lid looking inside at the contents.  I had seen the medal a few
times as well so knew what he was looking at and the history.  There are
three versions of the Medal of Honor, one for each of the military
departments of the Department of Defense: Army, Navy, and Air Force.  I
also knew that the members of the Marine Corps and Cost Guard were eligible
to receive the Navy version.  Each version was constructed differently, and
the components were made from gilding metals and red brass alloys with some
gold plating, enamel, and bronze pieces.

The version that Brax was holding in his hands was from the Air Force.  It
was a gold five pointed star within a wreath of green laurel, one point
down, tipped with trefoils and each point containing a crown of laurel and
oak on a green background.  Centered on the star, an annulet of thirty four
stars represented the head of the Statue of Liberty.  The star was
suspended from a bar inscribed with the word VALOR above the adaptation of
the thunderbolt from the Air Force Coat of Arms.  The pendant was made of
gilding metal.  The connecting bar, hinge and pin were made of bronze.  The
finish on the pendant and suspension bar was hard enameled, gold plated and
rose gold plated, with buffed relief.

Since 1944, the Medal of Honor has been attached to a light blue colored
moiré silk neck ribbon that is 1.1875 inches (30.16 millimeters) in
width and 21.75 inches (552 millimeters) in length.  The center ribbon
displays thirteen white stars in the form of three chevrons.  The Medal of
Honor is one of only two military neck order awards, and is the only neck
order that is awarded to members of the armed forces.  The other, the
Commander's Degree of the Legion of Merit, is presented to foreign
dignitaries.

It was in my opinion a very beautiful medal, but knowing now what it had
cost my father I wasn't so sure anymore.  There were tears running down
Brax's cheeks as I watched him slowly open up the case.  He sniffled a bit,
and somberly smiled as he looked up into my father's eyes.

"Please tell me about them?" He asked somberly.

"What?" My father asked a bit shaken.

"About your friends.  This medal honors them, and I would like to know
about them." The boy whispered softly barely audible as everyone now looked
on in amazement at the boy's request.

There were tears in my father's eyes now as his breath shook in his chest.
My mom squeezed his hand affectionately giving him support knowing how
difficult it was for her husband.  My father just looked at her wondering
what he should do.  She nodded encouragingly at him, and he just looked
over towards Brax.

Slowly at first he told the boy about his men, his comrades, his friends.
He began when he first met them talking about some of their
characteristics.  He then shifted to their families who were left behind
among the living to pick up the pieces.  Some had children, some brothers
and sisters, and others parents that they had left behind.  He talked about
all of them, and I was surprised to note that he talked about them in the
present tense.  It dawned on me that he had remained in contact with each
and every family member of his fallen comrades to this very day.  Some of
the kids were older now as he talked about their birthdays or other
milestone in their lives.

When my father was finished with tears openly running down his cheeks, Brax
finally spoke up softly as he affectionately stroked the medal in his hands
before passing it on to someone else.  "Thank you Mr. Elborn.  I won't
forget your friends.  Thank you for sharing them with us." The boy
whispered as tears streaked his softly tanned features.

In that moment I saw a sort of relief come across my father's features.
With that one small gesture Brax managed to bring a sense of peace to my
father.  It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off my father's
shoulders when he shared the story of his fallen friends with others.

You're very welcome son, and thank you for asking about my friends.  I'm
sure when I tell their family members about this day they will also
appreciate how you have honored the memory of their loved one Brax." My
father replied as we all sat there quietly while the medal was passed from
one hand to another.

It was starting to get late, but there had been a bond of friendship formed
this day between our small group.  One by one people started to trickle out
saying their good byes to one another.  Brax remained silent off to the
side deep in thought as I approached him.  He had picked up the box that
held my father's medal, and was looking at it more closely as his eyebrows
furled together with whatever thoughts he must be imagining.  He must have
noticed my movement because he looked up, and smiled warmly at me as he got
up and stood there facing me for a moment.

As he stood up my heart skipped a beat again as I noticed just how gorgeous
he really was now that he was standing a mere two feet in front of me.  He
was taller than Brendan, maybe five foot two inches or so, and probably
weighed ninety five to a hundred pounds.  His physical appearance was lanky
and sleek, perfect for swimming or diving, and the face that went with the
body was almost too much for me as I struggled to keep from popping a
boner.

All of a sudden and without thinking I just stepped forward, wrapped my arm
around him, and pulled him tightly to me surprising the other boy.  "Thank
you." I whispered as I breathed him in.

He had a heady smell about him, similar to Brendan's, but different.  There
was that tangy sweaty boy smell about him, but also a sort of sweet scent
that seemed to subtly cover over the other odors.  The mixture was
intoxicating as I breathed him in heavily.  I felt a sort of tingling
thrill course through my body as I felt him wrap his arms around me
comfortingly.  He was sleek and firm, yet still a bit yielding in my arms,
but I could tell he was athletically built under his lightweight gym
clothing.

Coming back to my senses I released him and mumbled an apology.
"Um...sorry about that...it...it's just..." I stuttered as he smiled warmly
at me.

"It's alright Jackson.  I didn't mind the hug, and I'm the one who should
thank you." He pointed out which confused me.

"Why?" I asked him seriously.

"Because it can't be easy for family members whose parents serve in the
military.  I couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for
you and your mom." He admitted to me, which struck me as odd.

This kid was about the same age as Brendan, maybe a bit older, yet acted so
much more mature.  I mean kids in general just aren't like this, but Brax,
well...he seemed so...deep.  In some ways he was a lot like me being on the
quiet side and more reserved, yet so different at times being bold and so
mature.  Everything about him seemed somehow different from most run of the
mill kind of kids our age.  I mean the guy was drop dead gorgeous, and he
had a heart of gold.  He was sensitive and mature seemingly beyond his
years.  Despite all of this, or maybe because of it, I still liked him and
was drawn to boy.

Brendan and Marco made their way over towards me and I smiled at them.
"Hey have you guys met yet?" I asked as they all shook their heads no.
"Well Brax this is my best friend Brendan, well I have to say best friend
because he sort of is my only one unless you count this little guy." I
grunted as I picked up little Marco, and squeezed him tightly in my arms
giving him a peck on the cheeks.

In the past I would never have thought of displaying such a show of
affection.  Yet, I found myself not in the least bit embarrassed about
giving little Marco a kiss on the cheek.  Setting the smaller boy back down
I ruffled his hair.

"This here little tiger's name is Marco.  I guess you could say he's my
little squirt kind of best friend." I chuckled as Marco just looked up, and
smiled at me while he wrapped my arm around him forcing me to hug him.

Brendan, Marco, and Brax bump knuckles in greeting as we chatted some more.
I couldn't help but admire the younger Braxton's physique.  While he was
occupied talking with Brendan, my eyes once again took in his sleek form,
and now that he was standing up his light airy sweat pants had settle down
around his bulging crotch.  I was just able to make out an outline of a
nice plump sized elongated bulge pointing upwards towards the boy's left
shoulder.  It wasn't enough to determine what he had between his legs, and
more than likely he was wearing his skimpy pair of diving briefs beneath
his sweats that held the boy's pecker snug up against his body.  My dick
twitched between my legs as I gulped down a lump in my throat and I
quivered excitedly.

Thank goodness my father interrupted us at that moment when he announced
Braxton and his father would be staying for dinner.  He also told Brendan
and Marco to call home, and find out if it would be alright for them to
stay as well.  A few minutes later after Brendan got permission to stay, we
boys finally climbed up the stairs and into my room.  Digging through my
dresser drawer I quickly pulled out some clothes and excused myself.

"Um...go ahead and feel free to look around.  You can put in a game and
play as well if you want to." I suggested as Marco squealed delightedly and
headed towards my entertainment section.

Stepping into my bathroom and shutting the door, I swiftly stripped out of
my clothes, and hopped in the shower to get cleaned up real quick.  I still
stunk of chlorine from the pool water so lathered up my body making sure to
clean my dick and balls really good before rinsing off.  My pecker remained
stiff throughout the soaping and rinsing off process, already having gotten
used to me giving it a good wanking now every time I took a bath.  This
time however I had friends waiting for me so this ritual would have to wait
until later tonight.  Finishing up with my hair I hopped out of the shower,
dried off, and got dressed in a light blue pair of reversible gym shorts
and matching polo style shirt.

Feeling much refreshed I stepped out of the bathroom and back into my room.
Looking around I spotted Brendan and Marco playing one of my video games,
but Braxton was no where in sight.  Then I heard some noise and spotted him
up above my walk in closet area where my trophy and storage display cabinet
was placed.

Climbing up the ladder I stepped up into the small space next to Braxton
who just looked over at me and smiled.  I had a small table up here, and he
was looking at some of my old civil war miniature figures.  They were very
old, kind of beat up, and had belonged to my father when he was a little
boy.  Well, at least the good ones had belonged to him.  I noticed Braxton
admiring several pieces as he slowly picked them up, and looked them over.

There was a whole pile of them that I had found when I was in Germany
rummaging around in one of the old abandoned buildings.  While we were on
one of our unplanned day trips we came across this old village in an out of
the way location, and decided to have a picnic.  We stopped next to an
abandoned building by an open field, and spread out our blankets.  After a
while I went exploring, and had stumbled across an old box under a pile of
rotting wood.

Of course thinking it a treasure box I proudly dragged it out to my parents
proclaiming I had found buried treasure.  It had been a heavy box, and I
was barely able to drag it out by myself.  After prying it open we found
several wonderful hand stitched table clothes, curtains, and other items
which my mother eyed appreciatively and kept for herself.  Some of them
were even currently hanging up on our windows now, and over some of our
tables.  In addition half of the box was filled with all of these old civil
war figures that had been carefully and individually wrapped.  How they
ever came to be in this small abandoned place in a far off country was
anyone's guess, but nevertheless, there they were.  My father told me he
had an assortment of the same type of figures so we added them to his
collection.

Many of them were duplicates, and really in bad shape, but could be
restored.  I had thought about doing it on many occasions, but just wasn't
interested all that much in them to do anything about it.

"These are beautiful." Braxton exclaimed as he held up the pieces.

"Yeah these ones over here belonged to my dad," I indicated to a few of the
figures standing up on the table with several others still wrapped up in a
box.  "The ones that you are looking at which are kind of beat up I found
in an old trunk.  I thought about restoring them, but I'm not exactly sure
how to go about doing it and to tell you the truth I just don't have the
patience for it." I told him honestly.

"I can restore them for you." He told me sincerely.  "They're very rare and
valuable you know, but if done properly can maintain their value."

"Really?" I asked him curiously.

"Yeah, sure...I love these and collect them myself; although, I don't have
a complete collection like these.  I've even begun the battle scene at
Gettysburg." He admitted as he admired some of the small metallic figures.

When I looked at the pile sitting on the table I had to admit there really
was a large collection.  I had a slew of union and rebel soldiers, along
with horses, wagons, canons, supplies, trees, tents, buildings, and
anything else you could think of.

"Geeze, I don't know Braxton.  There's a lot more than you think." I told
him seriously as I looked at the figures on the table.

"Yeah, I guess it looks like a lot, but I would love to do it for you." He
told me admiring the pieces scattered around on the table.

"No you don't understand Braxton." I told him as I opened up a cabinet and
pointed to several other boxes that held all the battle figures in them.

He exclaimed excitedly as he nearly knocked me over kneeling down next to
me and looking over the contents inside the boxes.  "Oh my Jackson, the
historical battle scenes you can make from all of these," he exclaimed
appreciatively as tears seemed to flow from his eyes.

There was passion in the boy's eyes as he looked over the figures tenderly.
"Um...Braxton...can I ask you something?" I interrupted the older boy from
his musings

The boy looked up at me.  "Yeah sure."

"You said you make battle scenes out of these figures?"

"Yeah," He admitted to me blushing embarrassed.  "It's sort of a hobby of
mine, and it takes a lot of research and everything.  I also have to make
the grounds of the battle like all the hills, trenches, trees, and other
things from Styrofoam and stuff then paint it all up to make it look more
realistic.  I know it's kind of geekish...," He admitted shrugging his
shoulders and smiling.  "It's a lot of work and difficult to actually put
together these historical scenes because the figures are so rare and
difficult to come by, and when you do they are so expensive.  I'm working
on one as well, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to complete it.  I
mean I could if I bought replicas, but I want to keep everything original.
It will probably take me years, and then I might never be able to
completely finish." He admitted.  "What you have is a gold mine."

"Oh...I see, and you would really be willing to restore these for me?" I
asked him.

"Of course.  I would love a project like this." He answered me seriously as
he looked over some of the item.

"How much would you charge me to restore them?"  I asked him.

"What...no...um...nothing.  I wouldn't charge you anything Jackson.  It
would be totally awesome for me to just be able to handle them, and know
they were in good hands afterwards." He told me seriously.

"Yeah but still Braxton I'm sure it is going to take a lot of work and
time.  If nothing else it will cost in material and stuff." I told him.

"No not all that much material Jackson...I mean most of it just needs to be
cleaned properly.  The paint and everything is all still in place for the
most part.  There is very little damage.  It just needs some TLC, you know
tender loving care.  Sure it will take time, but it will be wonderful to
see them sparkle with life again." Braxton stated admiring all the pieces.

"Oh, I see.  Um...that battle scene of yours...you know...Gettysburg, are
there enough pieces here to put one together?" I asked him.

Braxton looked around and scrunched up his eyebrows.  "Well yeah...I'd say
way more than enough.  You probably have enough here to do two or three of
them, maybe more.  I don't know, it would depend what all is in the other
boxes, but by the looks of things I'd say easily two if not more." He
admitted.

"Good, then I tell you what.  If you repair these figures you can pick out
any pieces you need to complete your set.  Then you have to help me build
one of my own." I told him.

Braxton just looked at me completely stunned.  "Um...Jackson...I...I don't
know.  Do you really understand the value of these figures I'm talking
about?" He asked me.

"Nope, and I don't care.  If it wouldn't be for you I would have probably
ruined them anyway.  Besides, you were willing to do all that hard work for
free, so I only think it fair you get rewarded for your efforts." I told
him.

The boy just looked at me, and then over towards the figures as tears ran
down his cheeks.  We both sat there in silence as his steely blue eyes
looked over some of the contents inside the boxes; the only noise coming
from below us in the recreation section of my room where both Brendan and
Marco battled it out on my video games.  Braxton just looked at me, and
shook his head.

"I don't know what to say Jackson.  Are you really sure about this?" He
asked me again just to be sure.

"Yeah, besides I will still have plenty for another battle scene or two.
Maybe you could help me to figure out what I could do with the leftover
pieces." I told him really getting excited about the prospect now, and
actually able to see a battle unfold in front of my eyes.

Evidently I really had found a treasure, but hadn't understood it until
now.  All of a sudden I found myself flat on my back as Braxton had leaned
over towards me, and tackled me placing a bear hug around my tiny frame.  I
could feel the weight of his body on top of me with his groin pressing up
against me as he settled on top of my small frame.  I couldn't be sure, but
it felt almost as if he was sporting an erection as it pressed up against
my own crotch which had the immediate affect of that small soldier of mine
to stand up at attention.  I couldn't help myself as I hugged him tightly
against me as our groins ground against one another.  It was difficult to
tell exactly what he had between his legs, but it felt almost as if it had
fattened up quiet a bit.

Feeling and smelling him so close to me made me lightheaded as I felt him
ease up on his hug.  When I opened up my eyes his beautiful steel blue orbs
danced around mirthfully in front of me, and then all of a sudden they got
really big almost as if he realized something.  He quickly rolled up off of
me, and sat up while I did the same thing.  The entire incident had lasted
only a mere few moments, but it was enough to make things a bit
uncomfortable as I blushed.

Looking over towards Braxton I started to apologize, but he just scrambled
up on his feet reaching down to lend me a hand.  He had a huge smile on his
face, and was chatting away at possible battle scenes that we might be able
to do after our Gettysburg ones.  It was almost as if the intimate embrace
never happened between us, or if it had as if it hadn't even bothered him.
In a way I was kind of glad because I didn't want to have that awkward
feeling between us.  I followed him down the stairs as we joined Brendan
and Marco waiting for dinner.

The rest of the evening went by quickly.  My mom fixed us all some pork
chops, red potatoes, onions and gravy, and corn on the cob.  It was a
delicious meal as we all sat around the table enjoying our company.
Braxton was all bubbly as he explained to his father about all the civil
war figures I had found in Germany, and the deal we had struck together.

At first his father stated it was too much, and had protested wanting to
make sure we understood how valuable those pieces really were.  I explained
to him that his son had offered to do it for free, but I didn't feel it was
right so had offered the deal myself. I also informed him that Braxton had
indeed informed me of the value, and had refused the deal but that I had
insisted.  My mom and dad also spoke up at that point saying they thought
it was a fair exchange as well considering the amount of time it would take
to restore all the pieces.  Besides, they reminded the man that these
pieces were found, and should be shared; especially, with someone who is so
passionate about it.

Looking towards his son the man finally relented and said it would be fine.
"You are one lucky boy." Braxton senior told his son.  "First the Medal of
Honor, and now the figures you never thought you would be able to collect
together in a million years.  Not to mention fine new friends and a
fantastic home cooked meal.  Indeed Susan, we do dearly appreciate it for
sure.  It has been a long time since Braxton and I have had a woman's touch
to a fine meal." He stated sighing sadly.

"Yeah, it really was nice Mrs. Elborn." Brendan piped in.

It was at that moment I realized how fortunate I really was to have both of
my parents.  Brendan and Marco of course lost their mother in an accident,
and from what I understood Braxton's mother had abandoned them when he was
just a toddler.

The mood started to get a bit somber before my mom piped up.  "Well thank
you very much.  The pleasure was all mine, and I appreciate the compliments
every once in a while.  These two lug nuts tend to forget sometimes so it
is really nice to hear." My mom teased as she smacked my father with her
napkin while she motioned everyone out into the living room while she
cleaned up.

After she cleaned up there would be some dessert.  We all piled into the
living room, and sat around pretty stuffed and chatted pleasantly.  Of
course Marco found his way into my lap and after his dessert curled up and
started to drowse a bit.  I stroked him affectionately, and Braxton seemed
to notice as he smiled over at me.  It was as if the little boy were my
very own little brother, and the affectionate interplay between the little
boy and myself didn't go unnoticed by the older boy as he constantly
glanced my way and smiled warmly at me shaking his head at times.

Before long it was time to go, and Marco almost whined about having to
leave me.  He begged to be able to stay the night, but I promised him that
the weekend was coming up here soon.  He relented without too much trouble,
but even my mother chuckled at the interplay, teasing me how I now had
gotten my wish and finally had my very own little brother.  She told us if
she had known it would be so easy as that she would have gone to one of the
neighbors years ago to borrow a baby brother for me.

After everyone left I made my way up the stairs into my room.  I still had
some homework to work on before I could watch some television and then go
to bed.  When I finally settled into bed that evening my body just didn't
want to relax.  Both of my parents had already come inside and kissed me
goodnight, and it was already starting to get late.  For whatever reason,
my body just didn't want to calm down.  My mind started to wander as it
always did, and before long I was thinking about last weekend and of course
my first sexual experience with Brendan.

My tool immediately inflated as Brendan's sexy naked body swam into my
mind.  My fingers seemed to automatically work their way around my stiff
shaft as I slowly started to work it giving myself those pleasant tingling
sensations deep down inside the core of my body.  Before long something
started to change with my normal fantasy as all of a sudden those two cute
girls started to swim before my eyes.

They really had been cute, and I recalled how their eyes had roamed over my
near naked frame.  In a way it was kind of sexy as I felt my dick start to
twitch in my pumping fist so I started to increase the pace sending a more
intense sensation to that hard thin boy penis of mine.  I was starting to
get close as my small fingers slid across the puffy veined thin shaft of
mine, and was surprised at how my fantasy had changed when all of a sudden
Braxton made his way into my dreamy state with his sleek firm body pressing
up against mine, and his beautiful steel blue eyes looking tenderly into my
own.  That was all it took as I exploded into my pleasant euphoric state
while my orgasm ran its course through my tiny body rattling me to my core.

My balls contracted several times as my thin hard just less than three inch
erection seemed to writhe around in my fingers.  All too soon it was done
as my hips settled back down on to my mattress leaving me breathing heavily
for air.  Ever since last weekend I've been jacking off more frequently
enjoying the sensation and control I had of being able to pleasure myself
like this.  Of course it never felt as good as when Brendan had actually
done it to me, but it still felt wickedly awesome.

Reaching over to my box of tissues I wiped myself clean of the small
splattering of baby batter on my stomach and hands.  It wasn't all that
much, but then again at only eleven years old I knew I didn't have much to
complain about either.  Most kids my age still didn't ejaculate anything at
all.  Ever since last weekend I've been doing a lot of research on the
computer regarding puberty and I was really feeling much better about my
body and budding sexuality.

My body was finally able to relax as I slowly faded off to sleep.  It was a
peaceful kind of slumber filled with pleasant dreams.  Brendan and Marco
filled up most of those spaces interspersed with additional scenes now with
a new friend in the form of angelic Braxton.  Sometime in the night though,
my dreams for some reason had shifted towards Ezra as his dark features
seemed to force their way into several scenes.  They weren't bad dreams,
and in some ways sort of sexy.  He really was a good looking boy as my eyes
took in his features admiringly.  So it went for the rest of the night as
my hormones seemed to rage inside my small body providing me with vivid
dreams that even incorporated those two cute girls.

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End of Chapter Seven

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