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As the five of us headed off towards homeroom, I asked about Ronnie. Chris did all the talking as he had grown up with him.
Chris had this wild, flaming red hair. It stood up roughly six or eight inches from his scalp in all directions. It swayed about as he spoke with his wild hand gestures. Every visible inch of skin was littered with freckles. When he got excited while speaking he tended to forget to swallow and you could get an unintentional shower. This embarrassed him and he did his best to control it but needed a reminder every now and then. I wondered if his pubes were as bright red as his head. It was, more-so as I was about to see. His cut dick and balls just about vanished into the riot of hair. Tall and slender with big nipples, his body was as pale as a ghost. With Max's dark Mediterranean look they made an interesting pair to say the least. As far as red heads go he was pretty good looking.
"He's got a short attention span but he's a gentle giant, even when he's hanging with the assholes. After he pounded the piss out of some of the guys in the Core class they left him alone. He might be slow but he's a big bastard and they'd learned their lesson about giving him shit awful fast. Todd started calling him Baby Huey and he doesn't seem to mind very much. He sort of attaches himself to a different group now and then. Lately it's been Todd's group but that will change soon enough I guess. "Maybe we should ask him to sit with us at lunch?" Chris hesitantly asked.
Before I could answer, Sam jumped in and started to speak.
He said that Ronnie had never joined in on the teasing and hadn't gotten physical with him like the rest of them had.
"He just drinks it all in with those huge eyes of his. I think it takes his brain longer to process what's going on. By the time he gets it....everything had already moved on so he's a minute behind the action. It's kinda weird to hear him laugh at something long after it's past. " Sam added.
"Well, he said he was gonna sit back and enjoy the show so let's just see how much of that he means for now." I replied to Chris.
We sat down in homeroom and Mr. Adams took attendance. One of the girls told him that Todd had been taken to the office by Mr. Perkins, which got everyone snickering. Mr. Adams nodded his head in a knowing way while snorting, "Typical of him", through his nose.
I smirked at Todd as he came into homeroom. He in return gave me a dirty look as he handed a note to Mr.Adams and was told to take his seat. His seat was two up from mine and one row over. I heard him whisper loudly to Deke (one of his crew and Sam's tormentors) that he received three days detention after school and that his Dad was going to beat his ass.
"That's a shame," I said loud enough for all those around us to hear. He shot me the bird behind his back.
When the guys had been filling me in on Todd I learned that his family owned one of the sleazy motels at the main beach. The motel was the worst one on the beach. I had seen it a few times and it certainly looked like a dump, in need of a paint job and new shingles on the roof. You could see where it had been patched with several different colored ones over the years. From what I gathered his Dad was known for ripping people off, taking deposits and not holding rooms. Valuables seemed to disappear from the rooms and cars that paid 10 bucks to park in his lot for the day. The town was on his ass to bring the place up to code each year and his Dad did the bare minimum to remain open. I bet the place was definitely low on AAA's places to stay.
I wondered how Todd managed to stay out of the Core class. When called upon in class he rarely got the answers right and frequently turned the questions into a disruptive joke. The teacher learned to not call on him to avoid disturbing the class. Another question I'd have to ask about, how the hell did he manage?
His Dad's name was in the police report section of the local newspaper several times a year and he was a well-known figure at many of the bars along the main strip. All in all he sounded to me like a real piece of shit. In Todd's case I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
I couldn't imagine my Dad acting like that. I'd be so embarrassed to say the least but Todd liked to brag about it when his Dad's name and charges appeared in the paper. Unreal, I thought as I had heard all of this.
Our first class was English with Mr. Adams so we stayed right there until the next bell. The morning went quickly but I was feeling nervous about gym class approaching. I had seen some skin magazines of couples having sex and noticed that the guys either had foreskin or didn't. I was somewhere in between and was worried that my cock looked funny. Oh well there's nothing I could do about now was there?
Before I knew it we were heading into the gym where Coach Perkins awaited us. He had us sit on the bleachers while he took attendance and went over the rules. He added a few more things that Sam hadn't already told me. We sat in groups made up of our friends so when we were assigned lockers Jim, Sam, mine, Chris and Max were altogether. Cool, I thought. I wouldn't have to very look far to see what the other guys were packing. The lockers were set up in banks of ten so ours formed a dead end with ten on each side with a bench in between. At least we had a little privacy from the rest of the room.
You could hear low murmurings and whisperings as we changed out. Sam discretely slid me the spare jock he had brought in and I thanked him in a low voice. One would have thought we were in a church or library, no laughing or joking allowed I guess. I glanced around quickly to make sure no one was looking as I goosed Sam's ass. Jumping as he let out a squeal, he turned around with fire in his eyes. As I burst out laughing the look of anger quickly left his face. Shaking his head he let me know that pay back was a bitch. I couldn't resist - his butt was just so asking to be touched.
After that I kept my eyes to myself as I dropped my tighty whities and pulled on the jock. It fit well once I got my dick and balls properly situated in the pouch and straightened out the straps that went across my ass. I liked the sexy feeling it was causing.
I smiled at Sam and whispered to him I could get used to wearing this thing - he whispered back that he could get used to seeing me in it.
By the time we were finished changing most of the class was already filing past Coach Perkins. They were showing him they were "jock strapped" by displaying the large waistband of the jock. A couple kids had forgotten theirs and received the only warning they were to get before points were taken off.
After warming up we divided into teams picked by Perkins and played volleyball for the next hour. Coach changed up the teams after each game so no one was on a losing team the whole time.
Back in the locker room we stripped in front of our own lockers and filed naked into the showering room. Coach Perkins stood with his clipboard in the doorway waiting for us to enter. I was just too nervous to do more than take very quick glances at the other boys. Most I noticed most had at least some pubes but several had none at all.
The showers were gang style with ten shower heads along the back wall and two center poles that held five each. I stared at Sam's cute little ass as he walked in front of me. He led our crew to the furthest cluster of the pole showers and the five of us each grabbed one. A picture of just Sam and I naked in here jumped into my head. I immediately forced it away as the last thing I wanted was to start boning up in here.
I cranked mine on the hottest I could stand it and jumped under the fine spray. Sam was to my right, Max to my left followed by Chris then finally Jim directly across from me. The center pole was thin enough so I could see Jim and his junk completely. I lowered my head so no one could see just how much I was checking Jim out. I then filled my palm with liquid soap from the dispenser and started washing. As I did, I noticed that we were all checking each other out without too much effort being made to hide it. Well that's good, I thought, that we were comfortable enough with one another to do so.
As I drank Jim in with my eyes I noticed that he still had a dark tan line and the contrast was startling erotic to me. Above his cock he had a tiny amount of brown pubic hair that for some reason it didn't look quite right. A fat circumcised cock with a large mushroom like head hung beneath. He had a large vein that appeared at the base and ran down the length until it curved out of sight around his dick. Large balls hung fairly low to complete his goodies. While my dick was considerably longer - his was much thicker and the head much more pronounced. Not too shabby I thought to myself.
I forcedmyself to look up and caught a smiling Jim checking me out! I smiled back then suddenly felt self-conscious about my dick. All the others were either cut or not, none of this halfway bullshit. Perhaps I'd talk to my Dad about getting the rest chopped off.
I felt my self chubbing up and a sudden feeling of guilt over took me. What the fuck? I loved Sam. I turned the water to a much colder setting and that took care of any boner problems for the time being.
I waited until all five of us finished up and we fell into the line of kids collecting towels from a rolling cart that had been set up next to Coach Perkins. He checked off something in his note book as we passed - reminding us to place the towels in the hamper when we were done drying off.
After the last towel had been grabbed, Perkins walked off to go into his office and you could feel the tension go with him. There was now some talking and low laughter as we dried off in front of our lockers. A few barbs and jabs could be heard as the mood had lightened up considerably. From what little I could hear most of it centered around size, hair or lack thereof.
Any plans I had to provoke Todd over his little dink went right out the window. He and his crew had taken the first showers along the wall. So far he definitely had the biggest cock out of the dozen I had glimpsed, and the most pubes to go along with it. Damn, I hated to admit it, but I was feeling envious of him, then remembered what it was attached to I instantly felt better. To go along with the zits on his face he had them all across his shoulders and worse of all on his ass.
Once again we fell into our little groups as we headed off to lunch. I had mine in my book bag but today had asked my Mom to pack enough for Sam also. He had been eating the slop they had the nerve to call food in the cafeteria ever since I had first sat with him.
Mom loved to cook and was only too happy to do so. Today she made for us; whole grain tuna sandwich wraps w/ light mayo topped lettuce, tomatoes. Hard boiled eggs, pasta salad, low fat pineapple yogurt, chunks of horseradish cheese, sliced carrots and celery and a granny smith apple each. I had explained to her that I thought Sam could stand to gain some weight as we were going to working out with that goal in mind.
The other guys joined us with their lunch trays as Sam and I dug in. Everyone was very interested in what we had brought as they looked at the runny mac and cheese that they had been served: I explained that Sam and I were going to be working out after school and maybe some evenings and needed better food than was served here at school.
I told the guys that they were welcome to work out with us, but only Jim expressed an interest in joining in. They already knew that I had a small work out area in my garage and Sam had a weight room and pool at the condo. I told them that studying had to come first but they'd be welcome to come over after that.
"How 'bout we all study together then work out." blushed Jim. "I'd like to make honor roll. It would settle my folks nerves 'cause I've been fucking up on the tests lately and am running out of excuses why.
Jim's face had gone pinkish and I thought he looked really cute. Again I felt guilty, why was I finding Jim so hot? While he didn't cause the same deep feelings I had for Sam, he was causing a lump to grow in my pants. Fuck , I'd have to ask Sam if other guys caused him to bone up too. My meeting with John had been postponed to Monday for which I was slightly sad over. I had been looking forward to talking to him for some reason. He was so much different than Maggie had been. I hardly knew him but felt I could trust him somewhat. I was feeling the need to tell someone other than Sam I was gay. Strange, I felt that way seeing how much grief it could cause if my folks found out.
I planned on asking John how much of our talks he included in the reports to the court. If he had to include all - there was no fucking way I'd let him in on my deepest, darkest secret. No way.
While Sam and I hadn't really done much sex stuff yet I was sure they'd do everything to keep us apart. My parents, the school and maybe even the G's. The G's knew Sam liked boys but knowing he was having sex with one could cause us major troubles. Damn, why was this so hard. I wanted to be able to hold Sam's hand as we walked around in public. I wanted to kiss him when I felt like it. I wanted the world to know how deeply I loved him. I wanted to beat the shit out of anyone who didn't like it. Shit, I wanted so much that was never gonna happen.
My thoughts drifted off towards my parents. How would they react once my secret was out? They might think like the G's and assume it was just a phase I was going through But then again they might flip out and keep me away from Sam. Maybe send me to a military school. I guess they could send me to my Uncle's farm out in the middle of Nowhere, Kansas. My dad's brother Frank had a farm we'd been to a few times that I could remember. He and Dad stayed in touch and seemed like they got along well but he never came to visit us and he wasn't married so I had no cousins on that side of the family.
The rest of the day passed so slowly: Sam had let the school know he was no longer available to tutor and they were sorry to lose him. Funny they were sorry enough to lose him but had never tried to end the shit they must have saw seen he went through daily, especially Coach Perkins. He never missed a thing going on in the school. How could they just turn a blind eye to it? Sam didn't play any sports and either did any of the guys in our group. Perhaps if he had been a star athlete it would have been different. But it wasn't.
Fuck em. I'm here now and things were changing. No more sudden punches in the hallways. The comments still came but not as frequently. He no longer had to eat alone while suffering spitballs attacks. He could go to the bathroom without worrying about being waylaid while pissing. Of course I wouldn't let him go alone; I thought if Todd could get him alone in there he'd smack him just to get back at me.
Thank Christ Friday was finally here! Sam was coming home with me directly from school. We had gotten permission for him to spend the night and most of my day had been spent day dreaming of what might occur. Needless to say my books had rarely left the front of my pants the entire day.
Sam was just as excited as I was, maybe more if that was possible. Our plan was to hit the books as soon as we got home, after a snack of course. Then work out until supper time. I wanted to teach Sam my style of boxing. I use the term very loosely as I was not a boxer, I was a brawler. I wasn't worried about taking the first swing by any means. Some guys like to push and shove leading up to exchanging blows. Not me. I took the first swing whenever possible. I knew that if I could get in a quick jab to his nose the eyes would water and the fight was won. I wasn't above kicking someone when they were down but drew the line on biting. I wouldn't bite unless bitten first but that had yet to come up. I had yet to lose a fight and sometimes when a guy I had already warned saw me coming, he'd take off running. That was OK. I'd wait in ambush and get him as soon as I could. There was no escape. Sometimes it would take a while but I always settled scores. Always.
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