Blood Sport By James
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Blood Sport
Chapter 11
Smores
Ethan
I struggled to push those thoughts out of my mind. I just had to hope that Jason would still want to be my friend at least, once I came out to him. Throughout my life, short though it had been, I knew that I didn't really feel like the girl that was documented on my birth certificate. When I was 6, the woman who cut my hair accidently cut it too short that particular day, and my mom and dad were pissed. I loved it, since some of it was off of my shoulders more than usual. It was in the front though where it was even shorter. When I looked in the mirror that evening in private in my room, I felt like something within felt whole, and right for the first time ever!
There was another time when I was seven, and one of my cousins stayed over while his parents were working. He was a year older than me, but basically the same size as I was. When he was out with my dad when they went to get our dinner for that night, I secretly tried on a pair of his jeans. After trying on the shirt that matched it, I felt that same feeling I felt the year before when I had shorter hair from when the beautician cut it too short. Standing there in front of the mirror mounted to the inside of my door, I looked at myself wearing my boy cousin's shirt and jeans. I smiled, and felt that feeling of being whole once again. This time though, it was so much stronger than before! I realized at that point that standing there, I was the boy I had always meant to be!
Backing away from the mirror, I had to work as hard as I could to bring myself to take off my cousin's shirt and pants. I folded them like they had been hoping that he wouldn't notice they had been messed with. Working quickly to put back on the hideous dress and girly top I had had on originally, I put his clothes back where I had found them in his room. Returning to my own room again, I knew that if I could help it, I was at least going to have short hair. Looking in my mirror again, I felt that feeling of unhappiness and even disgust at the long hair my parents, mainly my mother, made me wear!
The next time my parents took me to the beauty shop, I let them know that I wanted a boy's haircut. That obviously went as well as you thought it would. That is to say, that my dad said how faggy it would look. Mom said that she was raising a god-damn girl, not a fucking Dyke. For once I forced myself to hold eye contact with them as we sat in the car in front of the shop.
"Oh god-damn it!" Dad yelled. "For fuck's sake! We haven't got all day!"
"Fine Keyla!" mom yelled throwing open her driver's-side door. "You can get your fucking hair cut like a boy! Don't come crying to me when the boys laugh at you tomorrow at school! You want to look fucking ridiculous, then do it! I'm not going to fight with you about it! You're not wearing God-damn boy's clothes though! That I won't fucking allow!"
"Fucking Christ, what are we even raising these days," my dad said, slamming shut the passenger side door.
It wasn't until I was 12 that I put up a huge fight to be able to wear boy's clothes. The up-shot was of course that dad slapped me across the face, and mom said how much of a fucking freak I would look in them.
"You know what, do whatever the fuck you want Keyla!" she screamed as I walked out of the living room.
"Fucking wear your boy's clothes!" dad yelled after me. "Go ahead, maybe the sooner you do that, the sooner you'll get over this freak thing. Maybe then you'll be the daughter I thought you were!"
Things settled into an uneasy cease-fire between my parents and I after that blow-up. By this time, I had been spending more and more time with my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Roman. We had always been close, the three of us. Uncle Roman was my dad's brother, and the two of them never got along. Uncle Roman was everything my dad wasn't. He was kind, caring, loving and compassionate. Though he wasn't someone to back down from a fight to protect someone, Uncle Roman hated violence, and Aunt Lisa was the same.
I would go over to their house for a few days every couple of weeks during the summer, and sometimes I'd spend the weekend once or twice a month. Other times I'd go over there after school, especially as I got to be around 11 and things continued getting worse between my parents and I. I had begun opening up to them when I was eight after I had the experience with my cousin's clothes. I also told them about the incident with my accidental short hair the year before. They were both understanding, supportive and told me that they loved me no matter what I looked like. Finally, after a few weeks of being 12 years old, I came out to my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Roman.
When I told them about everything before, I hadn't said that I was a boy within. I still wasn't ready to say that out loud. I figured though that they would be supportive if or when I was ready to officially come out.
On the day I actually told them about being Transgender, it was a summer day in the middle of July. We were sitting in the living room since it was a rainy day. The rain continued coming down hard, and we had been watching TV. Soon Aunt Lisa was in the kitchen preparing lunch. I had been thinking all that day about telling them, as well as the days leading up to that one. Finally, as Uncle Roman and I sat there, I turned to him when a commercial came on. I asked if we could have Aunt Lisa come back into the living room. I told them both that I wanted to talk to them.
I was shaking, and doing the best I could to stay calm. It was easier said than done.
"You know how I've told you about everything going on with me?" I asked once we were all seated. "You know that I don't like dressing like a girl, and I hate wearing my hair long. I know you guys said that you're accepting of me with the ways I've been expressing myself."
"We know," Aunt Lisa said. "You still have our support."
"You always will," Uncle Roman added.
"Thanks," I answered struggling to keep my composure. "First though, it's not Keyla anymore. It's Ethan. I've always liked that name, and inside I've been calling myself that name for the last couple of years."
"Okay, thanks for telling me," Uncle Roman said. "I like the name. I definitely won't have any problem referring to you as your new name."
"You definitely picked a wonderful name," Aunt Lisa said as both of them got up and hugged me. "I'll use your chosen name as well."
"Thank you, guys," I said, starting to cry.
I was overcome with emotion. I felt truly loved and accepted at this point, and I also felt safe with them both holding me! Soon I was drying my eyes, then I continued talking.
"Also, would you guys be alright with using new pronouns for me?" I asked.
They both agreed.
"I like "He/Him" pronouns," I went on.
They both agreed to use them, and I hugged each of them thanking them once more.
"We want you to feel safe, loved and accepted here," Aunt Lisa said.
"This will always be a safe place for you Ethan," Uncle Roman added.
"That really means a lot," I replied as I sat back down after hugging them once more.
Knowing that I had Uncle Roman and Aunt Lisa's support helped with having to still live with my parents. Soon after that, I began middle school, and nothing really happened for that year, save for a few boys making fun of me. Then I got to actual high school. That's when I met Josh Gibson.
Once I got to that school, I immediately heard a few Anti-Trans jokes. They weren't directed at me, but I knew that by the way everyone laughed, and with how normal it seemed for jokes like that to be told, I knew that it would be hell if I tried to be out. When introducing myself to others, I gave my AFAB name, and when I met Josh, I did so with him as well. I figured he might be alright with knowing who I really was, but I just couldn't take the chance that someone might over-hear and spread it around.
Trying to help Josh did make me feel like I was doing something good, but also it had the added bonus of taking my mind off of my own problems. My parents were getting more and more angry at me since I was being more unyielding in my determination to sticking to my true identity. Finally, things came to a head the day I was supposed to hear back from Josh about him and Jacob. When I returned home that afternoon, my parents were sitting at the kitchen table. When I saw what they had before them spread out on the table's surface, I froze.
I was scared, but not surprised. For the last six months, I had been looking up the information on the hormones needed to transition my gender. I had printed off the information I believed applied to me. Hiding it in what I believed would be a safe place in my room, I forgot about it. I hoped that the hiding place I chose would be one my parents wouldn't look, but clearly they did.
"What the fuck is this shit!" my dad screamed rushing from behind the table. The blow he landed on my cheek caused my teeth to cut into the inside of my mouth. It immediately drew blood. Rushing over to the sink, I spit it out. Though scared, I was enraged at this point as well!
I turned to him with as much hate in my eyes as I could muster. I continued looking directly at him as he lifted his hand to hit me again.
"Go on," I said, voice full of that same hate as were my eyes. "Go on you Bastard! If I really were a girl, I'd say that it's clear that you like beating up on girls and women. What, does it make you feel like a real man!"
"I'll show you what a real man is!" he screamed.
"Frank! No!" my mom yelled. "She's not fucking worth it! We found her shit, and it doesn't even fucking matter now."
"You call yourself a real man," I said continuing to look my dad in the eye. "Funny, I didn't know that what you're doing is what a real man does. I thought that a real man is someone like Uncle Roman."
"Shut up!" he yelled.
"You remember him, don't you?" I asked, still holding my dad's eyes. "My Uncle Roman, your brother? He's shown me what a real man is. A real man loves, cares for and protects the people around him."
"Shut up!" he screamed even louder now.
"A real man accepts his relatives and other loved ones for who they are, not who he wants to force them to be," I went on. "A real man doesn't beat up kids, not even their own. He doesn't scream at them, nor does he make them feel afraid just so he can make himself feel important. Uncle Roman has all the qualities of a real man, and not just that, but he has the qualities of a man who loves and cares for those around him. The same for his wife as well."
"You fucking shut up right now, God-damn it!" my dad screamed to the top of his lungs. "Just shut your fucking Tranny mouth right fucking now! Shut up right now you God-damn freak!"
As he stopped screaming, my mom was on the phone, and I waited to see what was going to happen next.
"Hey Lisa," she began yelling when the phone was picked up. "Come to our house tomorrow and pick up your fucking Tranny relative! She's not fucking living with us any longer! Of course I don't want to fucking talk this out! I'm fucking done with her! She's a fucking Tranny piece of shit, and probably a god-damn lesbian on top of it! God only knows what else the little Slut has been up to! God, this is one time I wish all we were dealing with was her being pregnant. At least that would be normal, something I could understand! Good, we'll see you tomorrow!"
When I began living with my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Roman starting the next day, it was a relief. As they helped me pack, my mom gave them the papers they had found, and once with them we went over them. I began testosterone several weeks later, and it was definitely helping me with feeling more like myself. Starting at the new school was a big improvement as well.
During all that time though, I still thought about Josh, and what might have happened to him. I just hoped he was safe where ever he was.
Returning to the present time, I listened as Jason finished texting on his phone. He let me know that he had texted Jennifer to make sure that things were set for dinner that night. I let him know that I would love to have stayed when he offered. I went on to tell him that Uncle Roman and Aunt Lisa were making Tacos that night. They were my favorite, and I couldn't pass them up.
"We'll definitely do dinner here soon," I went on putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'd really love that," he said. "Oh, and now I have to get something from the kitchen. I'll be back."
"What is it?" I asked.
"You'll see," he answered.
Soon he was back, and I smiled at what he had in each hand. He had two large cups of ice cream in each hand, and he held out the one in his left hand.
"Wow!" I said smiling. "Thank you. Was that what you had gone out of the room for a few times when I first got here?"
"It was," he said. "I ordered them through Door Dash. I hope the one I got for you is as close to the one you had when we first met."
Sitting down beside me, he watched as I spooned up some of the dessert. It was exactly what I had, and I was touched that he remembered!
"This is exactly what I had when we first met!" I said swallowing. "Thanks, I really do appreciate this! This is really good!"
"You're welcome," he answered. "I wanted to buy that for you since you didn't get a chance to enjoy much of it last time for obvious reasons."
"Thanks, and what did you get for yourself?" I asked.
"I got Hot Fudge without nuts," he answered.
"That sounds good," I said. "Don't worry though, I won't be too full for dinner later. It's a little after 4:00 P.M. right now, and we don't usually eat until almost 6:30 P.M."
"I'm glad to hear that," Jason responded. "We won't be eating until 5:30 P.M., so I'm good as well."
After finishing up, I collected our trash throwing it away in the trash can in the kitchen. Returning back to his room, I sat down beside him as he put his arm around me once again. I really did treasure that afternoon we spent together!
Returning back to where I currently was, I heard my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Roman moving around in the kitchen. I hadn't realized that I was going to recall all of that, and when I looked down at my phone, I saw that there was another text from Jason. He was asking if I was alright since I hadn't responded yet. I looked at his text above that one asking if I wanted to eat lunch while at his house the next day.
Ethan Simmons: "I'm alright, sorry. I didn't mean to space out like that. I had just been thinking about our time together this past Wednesday. As for lunch, I'd love to eat with you tomorrow while I'm over there."
Jason replied back that that sounded good. Soon it was time for me to eat, and I texted him back that I'd talk to him later.
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Danny
After dinner was over, Josh and I looked outside. It wasn't too cold, and I suggested that we could make smores out in the back yard. Asking if anyone wanted to join us, they all said that they'd stay inside. I offered to make them Smores as well, and they said they were still full from dinner. They all thanked us, then Josh and I were out in the back yard with the fire going.
"I'm glad we're doing this Danny Evans!" Josh said smiling and scooting close to me. "I've never had one of these before, and they sound really good!"
"I had them a long time ago when Kelven and I went camping back when I was 12," I explained. "I've loved them ever since. I really hope you feel the same way about them as well."
"So do I," he said as he watched me get things started with making them.
Soon I had them ready, and I handed one to Josh along with a paper towel. He took a bite, and I waited to see how he liked it. He smiled, then wiped his mouth.
"It's really good!" he said taking another bite. "I can see why you love these so much!"
"I'm really glad you like it!" I said smiling and starting in on my own.
We ate a couple more, then just sat there enjoying one another's company. Even with the cold all around us somewhat held back by the fire, I still felt more warmth with Josh being there with me. At this point, Josh had leaned against me, and I took him in my arms. We just sat there not saying anything. Our physical contact said it all.
Soon, Josh was ready to go in. I was beginning to get cold even with the warmth of the fire. Standing up, I helped Josh up and then put out the fire. Gathering up the stuff to make the Smores, I turned around with Josh standing beside me. We both headed back to the house, and were both ready to get warm once again!
After spending time with everyone in the family room for a bit, Josh and I let everyone know that we would be going back to my room where we would be probably for the rest of the evening. Once in my room, we sat down and Josh let me know he wanted to get a shower and dressed in his sleep clothes for the evening. I told him he could use my restroom to get his shower. He agreed, and I waited for him to return. I watched as he took his sleep clothes into the restroom with him, and I figured that he wasn't ready to be partially or even fully naked around me yet. I understood that, and would be supportive.
Soon he was back, and I told him that I wanted to shower next and get comfortable for the evening as well. He stretched out on my bed and said he would wait for me.
"I don't have a problem being partially or completely naked in front of guys I know really well, but I can undress in the restroom if you would be more comfortable with that," I said.
"You can undress out here," Josh said focusing intently as I stood taking my discarded socks and putting them in the clothes hamper. My shoes I moved slightly under the bed where I usually kept them. Standing back by my hamper again, I removed my shirt and pants, then once I had off my boxers, I placed it all in the hamper. When I turned to face Josh, he was gazing at me as if he couldn't get enough. I was glad the door was closed at that moment. People would have seen something really interesting had they walked in. Plus, there was the fact that I didn't want anyone interrupting this moment.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked.
"Yeah, I really do," he answered. "I know you're not into casual sex or anything like that, but if you did ask me to do stuff with you, I wouldn't have any problem with that. You really do have a sexy body!"
"Thanks," I said blushing hard. "I'm glad you think so, and the same goes for you as well even though I haven't seen you fully naked yet. There was that one time a few days ago when we felt each other's abs and rubbed one another's backs though."
"Yeah, that was fun," Josh said standing up and walking over to where I stood.
By now my cock was fully hard, and my balls were tight up against my body. I figured I'd be leaking a few seconds later. I was definitely aroused with Josh looking at me like he was! When he stepped closer to me, he removed his shirt, jogging pants and boxers. I looked at him, and what I saw got my cock twitching rapidly, and my balls tingling as if electricity was shooting through them! I never saw a boy look more handsome, beautiful and breath-taking in my life!
Josh's chest was smooth, as well as was his stomach, and even though I saw it a few days ago, it was as if I was seeing it for the very first time ever! Josh then turned showing me his back and shoulders, and they looked equally as smooth. Turning around again, he spread his legs wider, and he motioned with his index finger from my eyes to between his legs. I gazed intently at the thick patch of pubic hair above his cock. Then I looked at his erect cock that was getting to its maximum length! It looked like it was about seven inches when hard, and looking down at my own erection, I saw that we were basically the same length and thickness! I smiled at that! His balls were a little bigger, but not by too much. They were hanging low unlike mine though. I thought that this was interesting since mine usually were tight against my body when I was aroused most of the time. Still though, I loved looking at his cock and balls! I also loved how hairy his balls were too!
"You look amazing!" I said, stepping closer. Josh stepped closer himself, and I waited to see what he would do next.
"So do you Danny Evans!" he answered. "You can touch my body all over if you want! I think that would feel really good! I figured you'd like to see me all the way naked, and I didn't see any reason to wait any longer."
"Me too," I said. "Also, you can do the same with my body! I'd really love that!"
Reaching out almost at the same time, our hands began gently touching then exploring one another's bodies. I smiled as we made contact. Our connection reached an even deeper level at that moment!
Author's Notes
Obviously, Danny and Josh are growing even closer. You'll get to see what happens between them in the next chapter, and I hope you guys like where things go. As for Ethan and Jason, they'll be growing closer as well, and you'll get to see what happens when Ethan comes over to Danny's house the next day to hang out with everyone. Also, I can imagine what everyone is wondering regarding when Josh sees Ethan as his true self now rather than when he used to be Keyla. You'll all get to see how that goes when Ethan tells Josh about his transition. Most of all, you'll all get to see what happens when Jason finds out. I hope everyone likes how it all turns out.
All that being said, I hope everyone had a really nice holiday, and I hope you guys have a Happy New Year coming up. I'll see everyone in the new year in Chapter 12.