This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry' story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different story with the same people meeting under different circumstances. Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking together.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
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All for Terry (A Long Wait (7)
... Several months from the end of school in my junior year and I happened on an event that rocked my world. And it involved the coach at school. Coach Janson was a nice enough guy. Definitely a good ear. He seemed to see what was going on in school and offered up an ear to me if I ever needed to talk. I thought that was nice of him, and I certainly thought he was attractive enough. At least now I do. Back then it was just a man that seemed to be understanding and made me feel good. Little did I know that his kindness would lead to the the upheaval of my current life. I was just allowed to hang out with Tommy per his mother. All due to him m getting in trouble because of me. That I was a bad influence on him. So other than seeing him at school, we rarely hung out much anymore. Unless it was a weekend and he was lying to her s mom about where he was going. So coach Janson was soon to me my outlet for letting out my frustration and disappointment in family and life in general.
"Just tell me what's going on?" He would ask "I won't judge you" "I am only here to help you"
So I did. I laid out all my miseries to this man that had come into my life. Telling him that I hated it there. And I hated my home life.
"I know my family hates me" I said "They all think I am queer"
He paused and then the discussion began there. He asked my quite plainly whether I was, gay. I looked at him and said no. But my eyes were filled with too much confusion. I saw Terry in my head. The handsome hero in my life. I saw his gorgeous face and his body, those legs and his crotch. And I felt my young dick throb again.
"Let me put it another way" he then said seeing my confused look "I am not going to suggest you could be or even might be" "But do you think about boys" "Again. Not here to judge you" "But you are at an age that is trying to figure things out." "And thoughts like those are normal"
I half smiled as he said this. He added that it was okay if I decided that I was gay. Because it's not an evil thing. It's what God made us to me. I found it funny that everyone was speaking so much about God and any he made us any way. I have been having so many issues with that topic as well. Almost moreso that the topic of homosexuality. But that in itself is another conversation. The coach reach for my hand as he saw I was ready distressed and he squeezed it. Then saying that he was there for me.
"Thanks coach" I said back "Appreciate you listening at least"
Well the discussions with the coach soon became a daily thing. I would end the school day so frustrated that I would end up at his office again. Unloading all my shit to this guy. But he seemed good with listening and giving some advise. Or at least talking me down from the ledge I was on. A ledge I feared would push me to so something drastic to stop all this suffering.
"He is a nice guy" I said after we spoke
And I found the man actually half way attractive. I mean he was in good shape. His face was mostly unshaven and he had a strange nose. But other than that he was appealing to me. And that was when it happened. Me and coach Janson. It was a day I was having a melt down. I had run into my ex girlfriend and he new boyfriend. Mason. He was a real prick and treated every one like shit he did not feel was in his league. He was one of the 'popular kids'. Those of the 'most likely to' crowd that I loathed so. And he and my ex basically assaulted me outside between buildings getting to class. I was walking along and I heard her say something derogatory as I passed them. I mean I was just minding my business and she decided to start something up.
"Look Mason" she said "There is my ex. The queer!" "Is that him?" He gaufed. "Doesn't look like much"
I turned as the insult reached my ear and head. I gave him and especially her a dirty look. He scoel d at me and asked if I had a problem. Endings comment with gay boy'
"Yeah!" I barked "Assholes like you." "And especially you"
I turned as I spit out 'fucking bitch' referring to her in my own comment. She started screaming at me. Yelling that I was the one that was a problem. And she should have seen my faggy' ways earlier. He came at me for insulting her. So I fired back. A few punches were thrown and I jumped in him in a rage. Started to let my dogs fly hard.
"Like getting fucked up by a faggot you piece of shit" I yelled
She grabbed at my hoar and pulled me off him. So I wailed a punch at her. Striking and knocking her down. She screamed for the hit. He came at me again just as several other people came in to break up the fight. Mason bellowing that he was gonna kill me. Me shouting back that I wanted him to 'fucking try'. Well we ended up in the principles office. The three of us. And ended up suspended for the day. The principle telling me I should not be hitting girls. And me calling back that she has a filthy 'fucking ' mouth, and she needs to stop what she started with the 'gay' thing.
"I will fuck her up one day" I plainly said "Show you all who is a fucking faggot!"
All of us were scolded and then the couple left first. The principle wanted to talk to me a bit more. She flipped me off and I did the same.
"Look" the principle started to say "I know it's tough for kids like you" "Kids like me. What do you mean?" I chirped back
He then proceeded to tell me about the difficulties gay kid had to live with. And that although he understood what the other two said was wrong. He himself did not condone such a lifestyle. I bit back with how insulted I was by his words. That I was not gay. But even if I was that I was not the culprit in this action. I was the victim. He tried to apologize if I took the words wrong. But I just got up and left.
"I'll just go the fuck home then" I shouted. "Unfucking believable!"
I stormed out and was in my way out to just go home. I then saw the gym to my right. I turned that way and went to go see the coach. He seemed the only one around here to treat me with some respect. I stepped in to the gym and went to where his office was. He was there with another student.
"Oh. I am sorry" I said "I thought.." "No. Wait a moment" the coach said to me. "Wait outside. I will be finished here shortly"
I went outside his office and then just sat there. I so wanted to just let out and bawl my tears out. Hating my life all the more today. I was utterly insulted by everyone's words and actions today. I really just wanted to leave the school and never come back. Even though my mother would have a fit. I saw the kid leave the coaches office and the man stood there waiting for me. Waving me into the room. I got up and walked passed him. I smelled his cologne as I walked by the man. Then felt a twitch and tingle in my loins.
"What's wrong son. Are you okay?" He said
So I preceded to tell him about today. Laying out the gate and disdain that people had for me. Even the principle. My eyes were watery from the holding back if more tears. Then I said the phrase that made him take action.
"I just want to die" I said "Event body fucking hates me" "No. No!" He blurted out at me "No one hates you" "I certainly don't." "And you have friends. Don't you?" "And family?"
I almost laughed at that. For I had almost no one to count on. I had one friend and the coach. My family didn't give a shit about me. And if I were to be gay before them I surely would be disowned. My mother barking out biblical phrases at my abomination. There was only Tommy, the coach. And yes Terry
These were the only ones that seemed to give a shit about me. And I thought that pathetic.
"I have one friend" I said "And he has had my back" "But he can't be by my side 24 hours to watch my back"
He reiterated my family. So I told him that situation. That they only wanted me if I was normal and followed the words of that fucking stupid book my mother cherished more than me.
"So you see coach. I really have no one" I stated again
He softly smiled and reached for my hand. Squeezing it again. Then he uttered a positive phrase. He said I could count on him.
"Well, you gave me" he said "Just look for me when you are havu g strike" "I will watch your back"
I smiled at his words. He made me feel better and safe. Knowing he was there for me. Appreciating him for his kindness. He said to just go home and relax. That all things bad would pass soon enough. I git up and he gave me a hug. It felt nice and he felt nice too. He smelled food as well.
"Thanks coach" I said
Then I left his office and went home. Of course I would have to tell my mother what happened and wait for her judgement of me. Rather than judgement of those who wished to inflict physical and mental harm on me. That another ordeal all in its own. I walked home. Since I still had not received my bike that Oscar stole. It was a long walk home too. But as I was 10 blocks from the school I heard a cat horn behind me. Then a familiar vice calling at me. I turned to see Terry pulling up along side me on the road.
"Hey, what are you doing out if school?" He asked "Cutting class?"
I looked at him and he could see I had been crying. He wanted me into his car. Telling me he would give me a ride home.
"Come on. I'll drive you home" he said
I git in his car because I knew he was trustworthy. He was in work clothes and looking as stunning as ever. He looked at me after pulling back into the road. Then asked me what happened So I told him my sad tale. How everyone back at school save for the coach was out to get me. He took in a serious face and then belted out his anger at the principle.
"That fuckhole!" He crowed "He is supposed to be a friend to the students" "I am so sorry you are going through this" "You don't deserve such treatment"
I smiled and thanked him for his support. Then glanced over at the beautiful man next to me. He was utter perfection. The slacks and buttoned down shirt with tie made him look so dapper. The shirt fitting his body quite nicely. His arms pushing at the sleeves. His face was unshaven as he had a bit of a five o'clock shadow. His mustache more prominent as he had that fill already. I looked at his thighs in the slacks. Strong looking legs I knew wre hot because I'd seeing them in shirts in the past. Terry looked over at me and smiled as he knew I was checking him out. But to me I could not see anyone not looking at this beautiful man.
"Things will get better" he said to me "I promised you they will."
I smiled and thanked him again for his continued kindness. And I knew that I had three people in my life that I could.probabky count on. It wasn't much at all. But at least I had the three. I went home and felt with my.mithera judgement. She said she would go to the school and talk to the principle. Declaring that it would not stand that anytime thought her son was a queer. I appreciated that from her, even as he face grimaces at the thought of the word queer....
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To be continued