Scott's Story
by and © Ronyx
Chapter 8
When the bell rang ending geometry, I asked Devin where Room 212 was. He looked at me and giggled.
"We have the same class," he grinned. "Biology. You're going to hate Old Man Wiggins."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just wait," he laughed "You'll see."
We walked to class together. When we entered the biology lab, a man about 70 years old was asleep at the teacher's desk.
"Is that him?" I whispered, careful not to wake him up.
"Yeah," Devin laughed. "If we come in quietly, he sometimes sleeps all period." I watched as students tip-toed quietly into the room. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. If this had happened in Phoenix, by now I would have probably thrown a dirty eraser at him.
Everyone took their seats as the bell rang. Mr. Wiggins briefly opened his eyes, then fell back to sleep. We sat talking quietly, so as not to awaken him.
"He do this all the time?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah," Devin grinned.
"But you're not learning anything."
"He wouldn't teach us much if he were awake," he replied. "They need to get rid of him."
"Why don't they?" I asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "He's been here like forever."
We spent the next hour getting to know each other better. I found out that Devin was sixteen, just like me. He liked school and made good grades. He didn't participate in any extracurricular activities like his brother.
When I asked him if he had a girlfriend or dated anyone, he quickly changed the subject by asking me how I had liked California. I tried to raise the subject again several times, but he always managed to avoid it.
Looking at him, though, I already knew the answer. He was very small and immature looking. None of the girls our age would be interested in him. He was only about 5'6" and weighed about 120 pounds.
If he removed his glasses he'd be considered cute. However, he didn't seem to be concerned with his appearance. His mousy brown hair looked unkempt and his clothes were wrinkled. It was hard to imagine him being David's little brother. His brother was buff and well-dressed. It was like looking at a before and after picture in a muscle magazine.
"How did you hurt your leg?" I blurted out without thinking. I had been curious why he walked with a very noticeable limp. Immediately, a hurt look came over his face.
"I'd rather not say," he replied as tears welled up in his eyes. I thought he was going to cry. I quickly changed the subject and started talking about something else. I decided I'd just ask Alex later.
When the bell rang, everyone rose to go to their next class. We started laughing when Mr. Wiggins tried to call us back to give us a homework assignment.
"What do you have next?" Devin asked me as we walked out of the room. I looked at my schedule.
"Gym," I said. Devin's eyes widened in amazement.
"Hey, cool," he said excitedly. "We have all our afternoon classes together."
I followed him down the hall to the gym After we walked inside, Devin told me I should go see the coach and get some shorts and a school tee shirt. When I was returning to the locker room, a large boy had Devin pinned to a locker.
"I told you what I'd do if you didn't bring me some money." The large kid pulled his arm back, ready to hit Devin. I reached out and grabbed his hand and began to crush it in mine.
"What the fuck?" The boy turned and looked at me angrily.
"Leave him alone," I said coldly. He stepped back and stared at me.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "His boyfriend?"
Without thinking, I hit him in the face, sending him reeling backwards. He fell against a locker and then to the floor. Angrily, he got back up with his fists balled.
"Fight!" I heard someone shout. "Thurman's going to get his ass kicked!"
Boys came running from everywhere. They circled us, waiting for us to resume the fight. Thurman ran towards me. I quickly turned and grabbed his shoulder, sending him flying across the room The boys in the locker room started shouting. I didn't know who I was fighting, but he didn't seem to be well-liked.
He got up and looked angrily at me. I raised my fists, ready to hit him again. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me backwards. I turned to hit him, expecting it to be one of Thurman's friends, but it was David. He put his hand around my shoulder and started to lead me out of the locker room.
"What is going on in here?" I heard a booming voice shout. It was Coach Adams.
"Nothing Coach," David said. "Just a little misunderstanding." The coach looked at David, and then eyed me suspiciously. He looked over at Thurman, who by now was rapidly developing a swollen eye. The coach let a small smile form.
"Right," He grinned. "A little misunderstanding." He looked over at David and nodded his head towards the door. "Get him out of here."
David led me towards the door. Devin started to follow, but David told him to go back to class. Dejectedly, Devin dropped his head and walked back into the locker room.
David took my arm and led me out the side door to the parking lot. We walked over to his car and he unlocked the doors. He told me to get in. We sat quietly for a few minutes. Occasionally, he'd look over at me. I could tell he was trying to decide if he wanted to talk to me. He started the car, pulled out of the parking lot and drove away from the school.
"Where are we going?" I asked. I wasn't afraid. I knew he was Alex's best friend and that he'd never do anything to hurt me.
"For a ride," he said calmly. I sat and looked out the window as we drove into town. Once there, he pulled up outside a local hamburger place. He got out and I followed him in as he sat down at a booth in the back.
A young waitress walked up and smiled when she saw us. "Hey, David."
"Hi, Susan," he smiled back. "The usual, only make it a double." She nodded and walked away.
"Girlfriend?" I asked jokingly.
"Nope," he said coldly. He sat and continued to stare at me. I began to feel uncomfortable. Susan returned with two Cokes and two orders of fried chicken. He motioned for me to start eating. The chicken was really good. I had never eaten anything like it out west.
"About Devin." David looked over at me and studied my face. "You're going to find out sooner or later anyways. Alex will probably tell you."
"Four years ago, there was a bad accident." I watched as tears formed in his eyes. "A truck ran a red light and hit the car my mother and Devin were in. My mother died on the scene." More tears emerged. "Excuse me."
He got up and went to the restroom. I sat there stunned. I knew he was overcome with emotion, as was I. It was hard for me to imagine what he and Devin must have gone through over the past few years I had always dreamed of my parents being in an accident, and their mother had actually died in one. After a few minutes, David returned, still red-eyed.
"Sorry," he apologized. "It's still a little difficult."
"I'm sorry." I knew it was a weak response, but I didn't know what else to say.
"Devin took it hard," he continued. "He watched as she took her last breath. He still wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. The accident shattered his leg and bruised a kidney. But worse, it took away his will to live."
I sat looking into the teary eyes of David. I almost got up from the table. I hardly knew David and Devin, but their story of sorrow was too much for me to bear.
"You see how small he is," he explained. "He hardly eats anything. It's like he's punishing himself. He thinks he caused the accident."
I gave David a questioning look.
"There was nothing they could do about it," he said. "But they were arguing when the truck hit them. He blames himself. You just met him, but you'll see. He's become an easy mark for other boys because he won't fight back. It's almost like he wants them to do something to him. I've tried to protect him, but I can't always be there."
"Is that why you were so hard on me this morning?" I asked. He nodded his head.
"I thought you were going to bully him too," he stated.
"I probably would have," I confessed. "If you hadn't stopped me."
"He could really use a friend." David looked at me hopefully. "The only way I got through this was because of Alex." Again, he started to tear up. "He was there for me. He never left my side for two months. I'll always love him for that."
It was now my turn for tears to form in my eyes. I knew Alex was special, but now I understood just how much. In one day, he had shown me more concern than anyone had ever before.
"I'll try," I said. "Although, we didn't exactly get off on the right foot."
"Just give him a chance," he smiled. "And thanks."
"For what?" I asked.
"Kicking Thurman's ass," he laughed. "I've wanted to do that for two years, but I didn't want to get suspended If I had known I could do it and Coach wouldn't care." He looked at me and started laughing uncontrollably.
"Man, when you grabbed him and sent him flying on his ass," he cried. "That was priceless. Where did you learn that?"
"When you had to put up with the shit I did, you learn fast." He gave me a questioning look. "I'll explain it to you later." He nodded his head and we finished eating the chicken. He filled me in on some of the things going on around school. I realized one thing- schools are all alike. It doesn't matter if they are in California or Arkansas.
He looked at his watch and started to rise from the table. "Football practice. Come on."
"I don't know about this," I said nervously. "I've never played before."
"You'll be fine," he laughed. "Once you see our sorry team, you won't have anything to worry about. We only won three games last year, and we've already lost two games this year."
We drove back to school. As we pulled in the parking lot, Alex was sitting on the hood of his truck waiting for us. I noticed the passenger door opened. I looked in and saw Devin sitting there. He had a worried look on his face when he saw me with David.
"The next time you leave school, let me know," Alex shouted as we got out of the car. "Let me cut with you too." He walked over and playfully slapped David upside his head.
"You had chicken," he said as he grabbed David's hand and smelled it. "Where's mine?" He slapped him again.
"Damn, Alex," David said as he rubbed the side of his head. "You're going to give me brain damage."
"Too late for that," Alex laughed. They put their arms around each other and headed toward the gym.
"Come on." Alex motioned for me to follow.
"Give me a minute," I told him. I looked into the car and saw Devin reading a book. He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I opened the door and sat in the driver's seat of Alex's truck.
"Hey." I looked over at Devin. He was trying to ignore me. He finally looked up and stared into my eyes.
"He told you. Didn't he?" he asked quietly. I nodded my head. He continued reading his book.
"I'm going to the gym," I said. "You coming with me?"
"Nope," he answered tersely. I leaned my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes.
"I thought you were going to football practice," he said after a couple of minutes.
"Nope," I replied with my eyes still closed. Several minutes later he opened the door.
"Dumbass," He muttered as he got out. I smiled as I watched him limp toward the school.
I walked into a locker room filled with about 30 rowdy guys. They were in various stages of undress. I looked across the room and caught a brief glimpse of David quickly pulling up his jock strap. He had an average sized cock. It hung about four inches. But his ass was tight and firm. It was forming nice mounds around the straps. I could feel my own cock growing hard. I was still staring as he pulled his football uniform on and adjusted his cock. He looked over at me and smiled.
I walked over staring at his bare chest He had a small amount of hair in the center that traveled downward and disappeared. I looked into his brown eyes and knew he'd caught me looking at him.
"You seen Alex around?" I said hoarsely. I was trying to avert my eyes from his body.
"He's in with the coach" I looked down and he was again adjusting his cock. It looked like it had stiffened slightly.
"Thanks." I turned as my face reddened. I couldn't believe that David had this much effect on me. He knew I had been looking at him, and he seemed to be playing some kind of coy game with me.
I went to the coach's office and peeked in the open door. Alex was down on the floor doing pushups. The coach was at his desk on the phone. He looked up, noticed me and then waved me into his office.
"Olsteen! "he shouted as he hung up the phone. "Get down and give me one hundred."
"What?" I asked incredulously. "Why?"
"Fighting in my locker room." He stood and walked over to me. "Get down and give me one hundred pushups." Alex looked up and nodded for me to get down and do what the coach asked.
"85!"Alex shouted.
"45," Coach Adams said sternly. "Now, Olsteen."
I got down beside Alex and started counting out my pushups. Coach Adams watched us for a minute, and he then walked out into the locker room.
"What did you do?" I whispered as I continued to count out loud. "12."
"Let you fight," he whispered back. "56."
"You weren't even there," I said. "18."
"I know," he replied. "78."
"45!." Coach Adams shouted from outside the door. I looked over at a very exhausted Alex. He could hardly hold himself up.
We finished our punishment after several more minutes. When we entered the locker room, Coach Adams had set out a complete uniform on the bench. Alex went and joined the team on the field while I got dressed.
Coach motioned me over as soon as I walked onto the field.
"Ever play football, Son?" he asked.
"No, Sir," I said.
"By looking at our school record," he replied. "you'd never know these guys did either." He looked at me expecting a laugh. I was able to manage a small smile.
"I've looked at your transcripts," he said. "You've got good grades. Shouldn't be a problem getting you eligible. Take the field and show me what you got."
I walked over to Alex who was standing in the middle of the field watching my exchange with the coach. He gave me a questioning look as I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what they wanted me to do.
I had attended football games at my old school, but I usually socialized with my friends. I rarely paid any attention to what was happening on the field.
"Stand over there." Alex pointed to a spot on his right. "When the center hands the ball off to me, I want you to run around behind me and take it. Then move around to my left and run toward the goal post." I looked down the field about forty yards and nodded.
He called out some numbers, then the center handed him the ball. He stepped back about four paces and looked over at me I tore off and took the ball from him and tucked it tightly under my arm. As I turned the corner, I saw several guys running toward me. Instinctively, I turned right and saw an opening. I heard clashing all around me. I saw the goal post in the distance and started running for it. I looked back and saw several guys chasing me, but I was too fast.
I crossed the end zone and started jumping wildly. I looked over at the side line and saw the coach and several team mates applauding me. I glanced into the stands and saw Devin smiling. He gave me a thumb's up.
We practiced for the next hour. I was beaten and battered. The first play was fun, but I took a lot of punishment after that. I did manage to repeat my earlier performance, but I paid for it. When we were through, I almost had to crawl back to the locker room.
"You looked good out there," Alex told me as I started to undress. "I think you may have a place on the team."
"I don't want a place," I said exhaustedly. "I can't do this anymore. I'm hurting in places I didn't even know existed."
"You'll get used to it," he laughed. Just then David stepped up beside me with just a towel wrapped around him.
"Nice, Scott." He slapped me on the shoulder, causing me to wince. I looked down and saw his cock bulging from under the towel. I could feel my cock begin to harden slightly.
"No, dear God," I prayed to myself. "Not here." I had undressed to just my pants, and I was afraid I'd be erect by the time I removed them.
Just then several members of the team grabbed me and lifted me into the air. They carried me shouting and kicking into the shower room and placed me under a cold shower. I stood freezing as they looked at me and applauded.
"Welcome to the team!" Alex shouted. "This makes it official."
Everyone began to walk away. I turned on the hot water and removed the rest of my uniform. I tossed it aside just as David and Alex came walking in naked and took the shower next to mine. By this time all the other boys had left the shower room.
My eyes wandered over their naked bodies. Both of them had sculptured bodies formed by years of athletic training. Within seconds, I was totally erect. David's eyes widened as he saw me spring to full length.
"Damn," David muttered as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it.
"Told you," Alex laughed as he grabbed his and began to jack off.
"Someone's going to see us," I said worriedly as I looked around the shower room.
"We do it all the time," Alex said. "No one cares. It doesn't make us gay just because we're jacking off together."
I watched as he and David leaned against the wall and masturbated rapidly. It was as if they were having a race to see who could come first. I stood in the middle of the shower and watched as the water continued to cascade over me.
"Mmmmmm!" David moaned as cum started to shoot out of his cock and land on the shower floor. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying his orgasm. I had a sudden urge to crawl across the floor and catch the remaining spurts in my mouth.
"Unnnnnnngggg!" Alex gasped as he began to shoot. He was rapidly fisting his hand. Watching them, I could feel my own orgasm quickly approaching.
"Oh, God!" I moaned as I erupted onto the floor. I opened my eyes and saw David and Alex smiling approvingly. My chest was heaving as the cum slowed to a few dribbles.
"Cool," Alex smiled. "Now you're really an official member of the team." My face reddened as other members of the team entered the room and applauded. Most were dressed, so they had obviously been watching us from the locker room.
They left as David, Alex and I finished showering. I couldn't believe what had just happened. We had jacked off in the locker room with everyone watching, and not one person called us gay. It was as if it was something they did every day.
We dressed and headed out to the cars. Devin was sitting on the hood of Alex's truck.
"Took you long enough," he said harshly. "What did you do, initiate him?"
Alex, David and I started laughing as Devin gave us an angry look. I looked over and he gave me a sad look. He jumped off the hood, walked around to David's car and got in the passenger seat. He looked out the side window, refusing to look at us.
David got in his car and drove off. I could tell he was trying to talk to Devin, but his little brother was ignoring him. Alex put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him, giving me another noogie.
"Let's go home." He released me and got in the truck and started it up. I sat quietly on the way back home wondering why Devin had acted so strangely.
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