The Academy in the Forest
By: Chuck S
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age, please stop here.
Chapter 6
My second week at the academy started with Scott and I quickly showering and dressing. We then walked hand in hand down to the dining hall to grab some breakfast. We did get a few looks, but they weren't looks of disgust. The appeared to be looks of acknowledgment, people realizing we were a couple for the first time, and that it didn't bother them. No snide comments were made, maybe a "you guys make a cute couple" from some guys Scott knew.
We grabbed some food and sat at our normal table, where Drew and John were already eating their breakfast. We were just talking about each other's weekend when Nick and Ryan sat down to join us.
"Hey guys, how was your weekend?" Scott asked Nick and Ryan.
"Oh it was great! We got a ride into town Saturday afternoon for dinner and a movie together. Kind of a date night you know?" Ryan said.
"Oh that's cool, I didn't know we could do that. I thought someone had to sign us out to be able to leave the grounds." I said.
"Well you do per say. There is a form your parents can sign consenting to allow you to leave the school on the weekends." Nick stated.
The rest of breakfast went by quickly, then it was time to head to class. Once again, the first class of the day was English. Mrs. Kennedy was sure to remind us that our writing assignment was due Wednesday. While I had started the assignment, I was nowhere near finished. We didn't get an opportunity to work on it in class that day, so I knew I would have to work on it tonight and finish it tomorrow night.
In history class we got into a long discussion about the depression and everything that led to recovering from it. Mr. Padilla then assigned us an essay that would also be due Wednesday. We had to argue what we thought was the key factor that pulled the US out of the depression and why. This was just what I needed, another paper due on the same day.
"Does this happen often?" I asked Scott.
"What, getting multiple papers due on the same day?" He asked, and I nodded. "Yeah, it is pretty standard. I think the teachers must talk to each other to put a stressful workload on us." He laughed as he finished.
The rest of the day was uneventful up until soccer practice. Today was the day that the coach would be telling me what position I would be playing. In the locker room, the sights were still great, but the novelty of it was beginning to wear off. Scott and I quickly dressed and headed out for the start of practice. I had never really talked to Scott about the position he played, but I guess I would figure everything out in time.
"Okay, settle down." The coach said as he walked up. He explained that today, the offensive and defensive players would be splitting up to focus on various skills. Scott headed off with the offensive players to work with one of the assistant coaches, and I noted that both Ryan and Nick were defensive players. Seeing as how I didn't know what position I would be playing, I just stood there, unsure where I should go.
"Okay Stevenson. You showed some good ball handling the other day, but I'm not sure you are ready to be a key offensive player yet. So what I have in mind is to make you a midfielder. A midfielder as it sounds plays in the middle of the field. Your job will be to link the offence and defense through passing and ball control. More specifically, I want you to be an attacking midfielder. You will play right behind the forwards and help by passing the ball to them so that they can get a shot at the goal. We will see how you do in this position, and maybe move you to forward as your skills progress. I know it sounds like a lot but you will learn more about it as we practice, so head over with the offence." The coach said as he finished.
I walked over to the offence where the coach was drawing on a whiteboard, explaining a few different strategies that we would work on in practice throughout the week before our game on Thursday. Hearing the last bit surprised me. This was the first I had heard about having a game this week. I guess this is what I get for showing up in the middle of a semester.
Going over the strategies took most of practice, but with the time that was left, the coach wanted to work on the team's endurance, having us do sprints and suicides, really pushing us physically. When practice ended, everyone was quite exhausted. We walked into the locker room, and headed to the shower. After we put our normal clothes back on, Scott and I headed to our dorm.
Once inside, we relaxed for about an hour, watching some tv. Then we decided we had better get to work on our assignments that were due Wednesday. As we were working we made some small talk.
"So what position do you play Scott?" I asked.
"Well, I am a forward, but sometimes they also call me the striker. What that means is that I am the one who primarily scores goals. It is my job to be aggressive and score points for our team, although with the way you are progressing, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep the title for long." Scott said laughing.
"Well, we will just have to see how it goes." I said.
"So, I was thinking." Scott said. "After talking to Ryan and Nick this morning, would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?"
"Oh, Scott, I'd love to." I said. "I just have to get my parents to sign that permission slip for me."
"Cool, sounds good." Scott said with some trepidation in his voice. I figured he was just excited about going on a date.
We worked over the next couple of hours, and I was able to finish up my assignment for English, but hadn't started the paper for history. As I saved my work, I looked to the clock and saw that it was dinner time, which I pointed out to Scott. He saved his work, then we headed down to the dining hall for dinner.
We were a bit later than usual, so we weren't surprised when the usual gang was already sitting at the table. We sat down and enjoyed dinner as much as school food can be enjoyed that is. The other guys suggested that we hang out in the common area on Scott and my floor for a while, which we were agreeable to.
Other than my tour on the first day, I hadn't returned to the common area. We arrived to find just a couple other guys sitting down watching some tv. We asked if they minded that we join them, and they were happy to have us. We sat around watching some tv, talking about nothing for a bit, then decided we would take turns battling each other on the foosball table. We did couple versus couple until everyone had a chance to play each other.
By this point, it was starting to get late so we said goodnight to our friends, and headed for our room. Once inside, Scott and I stripped down to our boxers, getting more comfortable for the remainder of the night. We sat on the small couch and decided to watch an episode of Glee. Scott, I think, had other plans.
We were only a few minutes into the episode when Scott snuggled up against me and placed his hand on my thigh. He then turned his head and started kissing my neck, while caressing my thigh. I turned my head and we began to kiss. As we made out, our hands roamed each other's bodies, causing us both to become rock hard.
Scott reached down and took hold of my cock through my boxers and began to stroke it gently, causing me to moan. I reached for his dick and began to reciprocate his movements. Scott then fished into the fly of my boxers and pulled it out. I was leaking precum like crazy, so he used it as lube and stroked the head in a rotating motion, driving me wild with pleasure. Scott's dick soon became neglected as I was lost in the intense sensations traveling through my body, bringing me closer to shooting my load.
It was only a couple of minutes before Scott's efforts were rewarded with shot after shot of my cum which landed on my abs and his hand. He slowed his strokes as my erection slowly faded. Now it was my turn to play with him. I quickly fished his throbbing teen cock out of his boxers and did my best to replicate the technique that he had used on me. At one point his dick was starting to get dry, so he took my hand and spit into it so I could keep up what I was doing. It wasn't long before I too was rewarded with Scott's load, his body jerking as he shot several shots of cum covering his chest and abs.
We cuddled together for the rest of the episode, with some occasional kissing. As the episode ended, we decided that we needed to clean ourselves up, so we hopped into the shower and washed each other, causing our teenage cocks to go rigid once again. I thought seriously about dropping to my knees and giving Scott his first blowjob, but I was really nervous about it. Instead, we jerked each other off again, shooting our loads almost at the same time. After our shower fun, we decided to call it a night.
The next day was pretty much business as usual. Soccer practice was getting to be more intense as we were two days away from a game. Being on my first competitive sports team was a different experience, but I was enjoying it so far. After showering, there was something I had to do before meeting Scott back at our room so I figured I had better get it done.
I walked to my dad's classroom, hoping that he would still be there. As I walked up to the door, I was glad to see it was still open and found my dad sitting at his desk grading some of the student's work.
"Hey Dad." I said as I walked in.
"Oh, hey Tim. How is everything?" He asked looking up from the papers in front of him with a smile.
"I'm doing great. What about you, are you liking your new job here?" I asked
"I'm loving it. The changes from teaching at a public school to this academy are eye opening. Its amazing what decent funding can do, but anyway what brings you over here? I thought you would be hanging out with your new friends or working on some homework that is due soon. Before you ask, yes your teachers tell me about you and how you are doing." He finished with a bit of a chuckle.
"Well I guess I don't have any wiggle room in my classes then." I said laughing too.
Having gone to the school where my Dad taught for a couple years, I was used to the fact that he would know that I was in trouble before I did, and that if I didn't turn in my homework, he would certainly hear about it.
"So Dad, I was wondering if you would sign the permission slip that lets me leave the campus on weekends?" I asked.
"Oh, well why would you need to leave on the weekends?" He asked rather lightheartedly.
"Well, it would be nice to be able to go out with friends, and Scott also asked me to go on a date this weekend." I answered.
"Oh, I see. Well, I don't foresee it to be a problem. I'll get it signed before I leave today." He said. "Do you and Scott need a ride this weekend?"
"I don't know, he hasn't told me his plans yet, but I will check with him and let you know if you are offering."
"Okay sounds good Tim. I need to finish grading these papers, so I'll see you later." He said.
"Alright, thanks Dad, see you." I said, walking out of his classroom.
Asking for permission to leave the school was less painful than I thought it would be. I guess it really wasn't that big of a deal. I headed up to the dorm room where I found Scott sitting at his desk shirtless, wearing a pair of gym shorts with the waistband of his boxers visible, working on one of the papers due tomorrow.
"Hey cutie." He said as I walked in. "So what did you have to do?"
"I stopped by my dad's classroom to see if he would sign the slip so I can go out with you this weekend." I said.
"Ah, well what did he say?" Scott asked.
"He didn't have a problem with it, and said he would get it signed before he left today."
"Well, that's good, but I don't think we can go out." Scott said with a sad look on his face.
"What, why?" I asked.
"We just can't okay!" Scott said raising his voice a bit.
"Scott, what is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, we just can't go out on a date okay, will you drop it?"
"Fine." I said, turning around and walking back out of the room, letting the door close a bit harder than usual. I had really been looking forward to my first date, both with Scott, and in my life. I don't know what caused Scott to change his mind about going on a date. Was it something I did?
I walked down the hall with no particular destination in mind with tears forming in my eyes. I wasn't sure what had happened. I thought Scott and I were getting along well enough, and hadn't seen this coming at all.
I hadn't been paying attention to where my feet were carrying me, but I found myself at the soccer field, sitting on the bleachers, with tears slowly streaming down my face. I noticed that there was a ball on the field, and found myself walking toward the ball. I started shooting the ball into the goal again and again as hard as I could while I was lost in thought, trying to figure out why Scott suddenly started acting this way.
I just couldn't find a reason for this sudden inexplicable change. I don't know how long I had been kicking the ball back and forth, but the sun was starting to set behind the rich green forest, setting hues of orange, yellow, red, and some purple into the sky. I stopped kicking the ball and looked to the sky. This sunset was absolutely beautiful. I looked down to the ball, and gave it one last kick for all I was worth and shot it into the goal.
"You keep that up, there won't be a goalie that can stop you." A voice said from over by the bleachers.
I turned to see Nick and Ryan standing together holding hands next to the bleachers, watching me. I don't know how long they had been there, having been lost in my own thoughts. I walked over to them, trying to put on a normal face.
"Hey guys, how long have you been standing there?" I asked.
"Oh, about ten minutes or so. We were out for a walk before going to dinner and saw you over here kicking the ball." Ryan said.
"Yeah, I was just doing some thinking." I said. "This sunset is amazing isn't it?"
"Yeah it really is. So what were you thinking about? It seems like you were really lost in your thoughts out there." Ryan said.
"Well, after hearing about your guy's date night, Scott asked me if I would go on a date with him. Of course I said yes." I said. I then told them the whole story about asking my dad to sign the slip, and Scott's reaction to ending up out here on the field. They were great listeners and seemed honestly interested and concerned. Turns out they were both pretty good friends with Scott, so they said they would try to figure out was going on and help me get to the bottom of it.
I accompanied them to dinner and found that I didn't have much of an appetite. I was somewhat surprised when Scott never turned up for dinner. After dinner, I decided to head to the library so I could work on my history paper. I wanted to be able to use references to help support my position, and I wasn't sure I was ready to face Scott yet.
Luckily the library stayed open late to allow students to work. It was after eleven when I finally was satisfied with my paper. I then headed up to the dorm room, where I found Scott already asleep, or pretending to be asleep. Either way, I was glad, because I was tired and still had no idea what was going on.
I awoke Wednesday morning to find Scott had already left the room. I took care of my morning business, and took a shower. The warm water beating on my body helped me relax some. I was actually a bit sore from my extra soccer practice last night. I guess I had worked myself pretty hard without even realizing it. Stepping out of the shower, I realized I had lost track of time. I quickly threw on the first clothes I could find, and would have to hurry to make it to my first class on time.
As I walked into my English class, I saw Scott sitting in a chair reading. He looked up, saw me and quickly looked down with a sad, almost pained expression on his face. What was going on with this guy? I found an open couch on the opposite side of the classroom. It wasn't long before we were called to our desks by Mrs. Kennedy. She collected our papers, then allowed us to do some free reading for the rest of the period. Once again, Scott moved to a solitary chair, paying no attention to me.
The rest of the morning passed in much the same way. We turned in our paper for history, and finished the morning with math. Scott was still not interacting with me. Come lunch time, I quickly grabbed a sandwich and headed for the soccer field again. I ate my lunch alone while sitting on the bleachers. I was looking off into the distance, enjoying the beauty of the forest when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey." Scott said softly.
I turned to see him standing at the end of the bleachers. He looked like he had been crying, with his eyes red and tear streaks on his cheeks.
"Hi." I said, maybe not as friendly as I should have been.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure." I said.
"Let me start by saying that I'm so sorry." Scott said, trying to hold back tears. "It wasn't fair to you for me to act the way I did. When you came in and said that your dad had given you permission to go out, I was embarrassed. I called my parents to try to get permission to leave the campus. They laughed at me before hanging up on me."
I wasn't sure what to say, so I remained silent.
"Tim, I was really looking forward to going out with you this weekend. I had it all planned and It was going to be perfect. I was so angry at my parents, and I took it out on you. You know the story about my parents sending me here to sweep me under the rug, they think of this school as more of a prison for me. Just as things were starting to look up for me, my parents sent my world tumbling again."
At this point, tears were beginning to flow freely from Scott's eyes. It all made sense now. Scott wasn't upset with me at all. While I don't like the way he handled the situation, I could see where he was coming from.
"Tim, can you forgive me? I just wanted everything to work out for once. I was so frustrated..."
I interrupted Scott by leaning in and kissing him.
"Sorry, Scott. You were starting to ramble a bit. I do forgive you. I just wish you would have talked to me about it instead of pushing me away." I said.
"You are right. It took two good friends to show me how wrong I was. Nick and Ryan talked to me at both breakfast and lunch and helped set me straight. They are two great guys, who I am proud to call my friends."
"Yeah, they found me out here yesterday afternoon."
"I heard about that, and I heard the ball is lucky to still be in one piece." Scott said with a bit of a giggle.
"Yeah, I wasn't even really thinking about the ball, I just couldn't figure out what happened." I said. "So, I have an idea. We still have a few minutes in lunch, lets see if we can find my dad." I suggested.
"Um, okay." Scott said, unsure with what I had in mind.
I led Scott to the main office where I asked the secretary if my dad was in the teacher's lounge. A minute or so later, my dad came out with a concerned look on his face.
"Hey Tim, what's going on?" He asked.
"Is there somewhere we can talk for a few minutes?" I asked
"Sure, follow me."
He led us to a small conference room and closed the door once we were inside. We sat at the small round table. My dad was already familiar with Scott's background, so I had no problem in sharing what Scott was going through. After explaining that his parents had refused to sign the permission slip, I asked my dad if there was anything he could do. Now that Scott was out, many of the teachers had learned of his story, and how his parents had treated him. My dad didn't make any promises, but said he would try his best to get something figured out. It was different when Scott came to dinner under the supervision of an employee of the school, being out on the town unsupervised was a different circumstance. We would just have to wait, and hope that my dad could figure something out.
The next two classes after lunch were uneventful. Soccer practice would be an extra hour since we had a game the next day. We started with stretching, followed by a short warm up run. The rest of the first hour was spent running some ball handling drills. The second hour was a scrimmage where I had my first opportunity to get the hang of the position I would be playing. I was able to find my niche on the field, and was able to set up several successful passes to Scott that led to a goal. The coach was extremely pleased with the team's performance as a whole, and said we should be in good shape for the game tomorrow.
The classes went by all too quickly the next day, with my sense of nervousness growing throughout the day. The soccer team would be excused from classes after lunch to get ready for the game, and to allow time to travel since it was an away game. After lunch, Scott and I walked to our dorm to get ready. He must have known I was nervous.
"Don't worry, you will be great!" He said energetically, followed by a lingering kiss.
Scott broke the kiss, and pulled his shirt off revealing his nicely toned chest and abs. He then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, allowing them to slide down to the floor. So, standing in front of me was this gorgeous blonde teenager, wearing just his boxers. He walked to his dresser as I began stripping down to my boxers as well.
Scott opened his top drawer and pulled out a pair of his underarmor compression shorts. I had never seen Scott in compression shorts, but as he dropped his boxers and pulled them on, I couldn't help but admire the way that the shorts accentuated the fine curves of his bubble but, and the definition of the muscles in his legs. As he turned, I was able to see the way the shorts hugged his package, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Seeing Scott in his compression shorts had me tenting in my boxers, and he took notice.
"So you like my shorts do you?" He asked.
All I could do was nod as he smiled and walked up to me, kissing me and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I embraced him, and let my hands wander down his back to his cute but which I squeezed through his compression shorts. Scott reached down and fondled my hard dick through my boxers, causing a soft moan to escape my mouth.
Scott pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying on my back, with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs apart and kneeled down on the floor between my legs. Scott reached for the fly of my boxers, and freed my seven inches of solid meat. Grasping it in his hand he began to stroke me slowly and gently.
Less than a minute into his stroking, he leaned down and licked the underside of the head of my cock, sending an intense wave of pleasure through my body. He then enveloped my cock with his warm moist mouth and began to give me my second blow job. The room soon became filled with the sounds of slurping and moaning. After a couple of minutes, Scott reached for the waistband of my boxers, so I obliged him by lifting my hips so that he could slide them off.
Now I lay naked before my boyfriend who looked sexy as ever with a boner straining for release in his compression shorts. He once again took my dick into his hand and began stroking me slowly as he leaned down and began licking my balls, giving me another new sensation. He then sucked one of my balls into his mouth as he continued to massage it with his tongue. I never would have guessed that having your balls sucked could feel so amazing. He moved up and began sucking my dick again with increased fervor. At the pace he was working now, it didn't take me long to reach a mind blowing orgasm as I shot load after load of my teenage cum into his mouth. He did his best to swallow it all, but some did leak from his lips and dribble down his chin some.
"Feel more relaxed now?" He asked, licking his lips, trying to clean his face off.
"God," I moaned, still slightly out of breath. "That was amazing."
Scott stood up, and I leaned forward and stroked his hard cock through his compression shorts, but he pushed my hand away.
"I would love to blow a load, but unfortunately we are out of time." He said, gesturing to the clock.
Sure enough, we only had a few minutes before we had to be down at the athletic building. I quickly grabbed my compression shorts and pulled them on as Scott pulled on his uniform. I then pulled my uniform on, and Scott and I shared a kiss before heading out the door. I could still taste some of my cum in his mouth.
After a quick meeting, we boarded a bus, making sure that we sat together. Nick and Ryan sat across the aisle from us. We made some casual chit chat, and Scott was sure to thank them for their guidance. The school we were playing at was about an hour drive away. Once we arrived, we headed for the visitor's locker room and finished getting ready for the game.
We took the field for our warm up time, and before I knew it, the game was underway. With Scott and I working together, I was able to set up several shots at the opponents goal of which he was able to put in three. The opposing team also experienced some success on offence, scoring two goals. So the score was 3-2 after the first half hour of play.
After a short break between halves, both defenses had adjusted. Scott was being well covered, so his shots to the goal were few and far in between. The other team was able to score a goal, tying the game with just three minutes of play left. As our team brought the ball into play, the other team was being very aggressive defensively. We were able to get the ball onto their third of the field, when I found the ball being passed my way.
I dribbled the ball up the field, trying to find an open forward to pass the ball to, but they were all covered. I continued to advance the ball up the field, and time was running out. Finally I was met by a defender. I faked like I was going to pass to the right, then spun to the left. He fell for the trick, and what I saw before me was the goal, with just the goalie between me and victory for my team.
I quickly advanced so that I was within range, then I pictured myself back on the field at school two nights ago where I had been shooting goals, and let my mind focus on the feeling I had then, and allowed it to replicate those movements. I kicked the ball toward the goal for all I was worth, then I watched as if in slow motion, the goalie move to try to make the stop. The ball screamed past the goalie's outstretched fingers and into the goal, making the score 4-3 with only a few second of play left in the game.
The other team only had time to bring the ball into play and take a long shot at the goal which was not even close to making it. The game ended with a close victory for us, and in my first game, I had scored the winning goal. After the customary "good game's" we boarded the bus and began the trip back to Seaside Prep. As we traveled, the sun set, leaving the interior of the bus dark. Scott and I were talking about nothing in particular, when we heard a soft moan across the aisle from us. We looked over were just able to see Nick's hand inside Ryan's shorts, jacking him off. I looked to Scott with a devious grin, which he returned.
I reached over and found Scott's dick already semi-hard. I slid my hand inside of his compression shorts and wrapped my fingers around him, and began to stroke his shaft up and down. He did his best to stay quiet, only allowing a couple very soft moan to escape as he coated the inside of his compression shorts in cum.
When we got back to school, dinner time was almost over, so the coach excused us, and said we would talk about the game the next day at practice. Scott, Nick, Ryan, and I walked in to the dining hall, grabbed dinner, and sat down to eat.
"So how did the game go?" Drew asked as we joined him and John at the table.
"It was close!" Scott said. "But, Tim here shot a game winning goal with only seconds left. He was great today."
"Yeah Tim, I haven't seen moves like you had out there today before. Always able to get the ball to Scott when he was open and ready to shoot. Your timing was perfect. Don't even get me started on that last shot, the way you ducked that defender was spectacular, but not as spectacular as the power you put into that kick, the look on that goalie's face when he saw how fast you sent that ball at him was priceless." Nick said.
"It wasn't that good, everyone else was covered, so I just took the shot." I said.
"You must be blind." Ryan laughed. "Yeah everyone was covered, and Scott was double covered, but there were actually three defenders on you as you made your way to the goal. That little fake was just the last one, the other two you beat down the field rather quickly. The only reason Scott scored those goals was because you set him up so well, the other team saw you as more of a threat than him."
"Whatever, you guys are just stroking my ego." I said, causing Scott, Nick, and Ryan to burst out laughing, knowing what had transpired on the bus.
"Well you did enough ego stroking earlier, so I guess it is only fair." Nick said, still laughing.
The last comment caused me to blush a bit, giving away to John and Drew more or less exactly what had happened. I quickly finished eating and headed up to the room, with Scott holding my hand. As we walked in, we stripped off our sweaty uniforms, and headed for the shower. Scott and I washed each other, paying particular attention to certain areas, but not causing each other to cum.
By now, the activities of the day were starting to take their toll on us. Yawning we climbed into bed wearing just our boxers. The next day went by pretty quickly. We were assigned a paper that would be due Monday for our economics class.
That day at soccer practice, we were going to talk about the game, and watch some video. I didn't believe the story as it was told at dinner the night before, but the coach showed the last minute and a half of the game, showing me taking possession of the ball, and sure enough there were three defenders guarding me. I watched as I systematically shucked off the defenders, and couldn't believe the move I made to lose the last one. Then as I kicked the ball toward the goal, I was amazed watching the video.
I don't know who that was in the video. I was a nerdy kid who dislikes sports and hated PE. How in two weeks had so much changed in my life? The coach called me over as the period ended.
"So Stevenson, do you still question what I saw last week when you tried out for the team?" He asked.
"Honestly Coach, I'm having a hard time believing that that is me in the video." I answered.
"Well there is something else you should see." He said, as Scott walked up and stood beside me. "While soccer may not be the most popular sport in America, in the rest of the world it has an almost fanatic following. Someone else was recording the game yesterday, and that same minute and a half that I played earlier has found its way online."
The coach pulled up youtube on his computer, and pulled up a video that was one day old and had over one million views already. The coach pressed play, and the three of us watched as I pushed past defenders and shot the goal. The coach pulled up some of the comments on the video which were pretty much all positive.
"Don't be surprised if some people start taking interest in our soccer team." The coach said with a bit of a grin.
With that, Scott and I headed to our dorm to work on our assignment we had gotten from economics. We had just settled into working when there was a knock on the door. Luckily, Scott and I were still dressed. I walked to the door and opened it to find my dad standing there.
"Hey Dad, come in."
"Hey Tim, Hey Scott." He said.
"Hi Mr. Stevenson." Scott said looking up from his work.
"Well boys, I have the response to what you had asked me to work on, and...
End of Chapter 6
Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I have been extremely busy and have had a hard time finding time to sit down and write. In addition to that, I wasn't sure exactly where I wanted to go in this chapter, so it took some time, and a fair amount of deleting and rewriting before I was happy with it.
As always, please feel free to email your comments and suggestions to ascouter4@gamil.com . I have also received several requests from people that would like to be notified when I submit a chapter to be posted, so if you want to be notified when a new chapter is out, email me and I will add you to my list to notify.
Thanks - Chuck S