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Brent's Struggle Chapter 7
Brent tried to find a way to get out of the work out appointments with Darren but Richard would have none of that. When Brent tried to cancel Richard promptly put a stop to that plan. So Brent began spending time with Darren after school at the club working out. Richard had worked it all out with Mark and Darren. Brent could ride to the club with Darren and do his work out. By the time the two boys were done, Richard and mark would be off work and having a drink in the lounge. Richard could then take Brent home.
Richard was keeping Brent on a tight schedule. Other than school, going to the club to work out with Darren and Brent's appointments with Dr. Wilson there was not room for anything else.
"Your Dad says you are doing better," Dr. Wilson told Brent.
"I guess," Brent said shrugging.
"He seems to think you are making better decisions," she prompted.
"I'm spending time with him at the club," Brent said.
"That is good," she said. "You should have a healthy relationship with your father. I know that is one of the things Devyn wanted to hinder."
"What?" Brent said.
"Brent you know this," she said. "He did not want you to have healthy relationships. He manipulated you. He made you dependant on him. It is what he does. He preyed on your weakness."
Brent tried to tune her out when she got on this tirade of how bad Devyn was. She made him sound like the devil in carnet. She made him sound like a predator. He wanted to tell her how kind Devyn was. He wanted to defend Devyn but he knew it would only cause him more problems. He couldn't stand up for Devyn then and he couldn't do it now.
Brent would rather spend time with Darren that go to his appointments with Dr. Wilson. He would rather do anything but spend his hour listening to her berate him. He always felt worse after the appointments. He felt sick to his stomach almost every day.
After a couple weeks of work outs, Brent decided that Darren definitely had a career as a physical trainer. He knew how to push Brent to his limits.
It is hard to believe how fast this school year is flying by," Darren said as he and Brent were finishing up their work out.
"I guess," Brent commented. For Brent, it felt like the year was dragging. Without Devyn at school, time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. His weekends even sucked. Because of his work outs with Darren and Richard's intervention, Brent had not been able to hook up with the guy at the theater.
"Let's see how you have done these past few weeks," Darren said. "Flex them for me." They were standing at their lockers after just finishing their showers. Brent had pulled on his underwear but had not pulled on the rest of his close. Darren likewise was only in his boxer briefs and they did not hide any of his attributes'.
"Come on," Darren encourage let me see them." Brent lifted his arms and flexed his biceps. He felt the heat of Darren's hand as the other boy traced the hard muscles of Brent's arms. "Nice," Darren said. "I definitely see some improvement. Now let me see your chest. Brent flexed for the older boy and felt a surge as Darren's hand touched his bare chest. He felt the fingers sliding over his smooth skin. He felt them exploring each of his pectoral muscles.
"You have definitely improved," Darren said.
"No where near as hard as you," Brent said relaxing.
Darren flexed then. "you are getting there," he said as he flex one arm and then the other. "Go on and feel them," he said watching Brent watch him.
Brent knew by now that he had to or Darren wouldn't let it drop. Darren definitely liked showing off his hard body. Brent felt first one bicep and then the other. His fingers then moved to Darren's chest. He felt the hard muscles and then down over the guy's six pack abs.
"What the hell," a man said seeing that Brent was touching Darren. Brent quickly pulled his hand away and could feel his face blushing. "What kind of fucking fags are you."
"Fuck you," Darren said spinning around and facing the man. "There are no fags here. If you don't watch it, I'll knock your teeth down your throat." Darren had moved and was right in the man's face. Darren might be a few inches shorter but he was as muscular as a young bull.
"Watch it kid," the man said.
"You fucking watch it," Darren said. Darren stepped closer invading the man's space and getting right into his face. His muscles were popping out with his anger. "No one calls us fags. I'll kick your fucking ass right out of this room if you ever do it again." Darren then slammed the man back. His two hands were holding tight to the man's shirt. "Do you understand?" Darren met the man's gaze not looking away as he pressed the man back against the wall.
"Yeah," the man said. Darren glared for another minute before releasing the man. He then stalked back over to his locker. "Fucking butt wipe," Darren said as he reached Brent.
Brent had finished pulling on his clothes. He watched as Darren pulled on his pants and shrugged into his shirt. "I've never seen you like that."
"It pisses me off," Darren said. "Fucking old fart doesn't even know how to tell a fag from an athlete."
"I'm sorry I..." Brent began but got cut off by Darren.
"You don't need to be sorry," Darren said putting his hand on Brent's shoulder and squeezing. "It is that jack ass that needs to tell both of us he's sorry for being stupid. Can you believe he thought that we were fags? Like either of us would be caught with that."
"Right," Brent said.
Luckily for Brent, Darren did not say anything to Richard or Mark about the comments the man made in the locker room. If Richard knew that Brent had been touching Darren or had been touched the man would flip out like he had before.
"It is great to see how close you and Darren have become," Richard said on the drive home.
"He's cool," Brent said. The guy was alright in Brent's book although he was a little worried about how Darren had reacted when called a fag. Brent understood that Darren was another guy that did not have any acceptance for anyone that is gay.
"He is the right kind of boy for you to be friends with," Richard said. "I'm glad the two of you hit it off and are spending so much time together."
"What is it about Darren you like so much," Brent asked.
"He's a good kid," Richard said glancing at his son. "He's got his act together. He gets good grades, he plays sports and he comes from the right kind of family."
"Um, you know," Brent began. "Between school, and spending time at the club with Darren, um, maybe we could cut back on my appointments with Dr. Wilson. I mean I need time to study. It is either cut out some of the appointments or cut back on my time working out."
"Why would you need to do that?" Richard asked.
Brent could tell from the tone of his father's voice that Richard did not like the direction the conversation was going. "Um, I might need to spend a little more time, um on school work."
"You can do both," Richard said. "Your grades will be fine. You have time to study after your work outs with Darren."
"Um, but Dad," Brent began.
"Don't start trying to get out of this," Richard said. "It is better for you to be around a normal kid like Darren. Plus Dr. Wilson says you still need intensive treatment to prevent a relapse. I will not allow you to make the same bad decisions. If Dr. Wilson says you show improvement then we can talk about cutting back on your appointments."
"But my grades," Brent began.
"Some things are more important," Richard said and the tone indicated that the discussion was over.
"Sure," Brent relented. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with Richard.
Brent continued to move thru the motions. He went to school and suffered thru his classes. He worked out after school with Darren and then rode home with Richard. Richard seemed to be warming back up to Brent. Their relationship was not as strained as it was. Brent knew he could probably think Darren for that. It was the benefit Brent got from working out with the older boy.
"I won't be able to work out tomorrow," Darren told Brent on Friday. They had been hitting the gym every Saturday afternoon. It had been preventing Brent from getting back to the theater to see if the ticket guy was still there. Maybe now he could be able to go and see if the guy was still there. "Um, what came up?"
"I have a date," Darren said grinning.
"Cool man," Brent said. "Someone from school?"
"Yeah," Darren said. "Jenny."
Brent knew exactly who Jenny was. She was the hottest girl in school and the lead cheerleader. She had every guy drooling after her. "She is so hot," Brent said honestly.
"I know," Darren said. "I am so lucky that her and that jerk Austin split up. It gave me a shot."
"That is cool man," Brent said.
"You should go ahead and work out," Darren said.
"Um maybe," Brent said even though he knew he would not be working out. "But it might be good to have a Saturday off."
"It is up to you buddy," Darren said.
"I'll see," Brent said.
"You are definitely filling out," Darren said checking out Brent's bare chest and arms as they were dressing after their showers.
"Um thanks," Brent said.
"We need to work on these abs a little more," Darren said placing his hand against Brent's taught belly. "With some work you could get a six pack like mine.
"Um, I doubt mine would pop out like yours," Brent said indicating Darren's six pack abs.
Darren smiled at the compliment. Brent had learned soon in their friendship how to stroke Darren's ego. The guy liked the compliments about his muscular body. It was definitely one hot and sexy body. It was no wonder the guy had a date with the hottest girl in school.
"We will work on them next week," Darren said. "We will hit the Abs and legs both. If we get you looking good Jenny might be able to fix you up with one of her friends. We could start double dating."
"That would be cool," Brent said. The two finished dressing and then went to the lounge to find their fathers watching the news and drinking.
"How was the work out?" Richard asked.
"Great," Darren said quickly. "Brent is a great partner and it is really starting to show."
"It is?" Richard said looking at his son. He could not see any change in Brent. He still looked just as skinny as he had when the two boys had started their rigorous workout routine.
"Oh it is," Darren said. "You can't tell right now but it definitely shows in the locker-room. I can definitely see the change."
"Darren's a great trainer," Brent interjected. "He definitely pushes me."
"That's my boy," Mark said.
They talked a while longer while the two men finished their drinks. Then they went their separate ways.
"You and Darren seem to be getting really close," Richard said as he drove them home.
"He's a good guy," Brent said.
"Maybe you two should spend a little less time working out," Richard said.
Brent looked at his father in the dim light coming from the dash. "I thought you wanted us spending time together," Brent said not understanding his father's change.
"He just seems like he might be a little too into working out," Richard said. "Maybe you should spend some time with your Mom."
"What?" Brent asked surprised. His dad had been pushing him to hang out with Darren as much as he could. "I thought Darren was the kind of kid you wanted me to be friends with. I thought he was going to be a good role model for me?"
"He seems to be, um, maybe a little too interested in working out," Richard said keeping his eyes on the road. "I think maybe you need to cut back on the gym time."
Brent was confused by Richard's change. He did not understand how the man could go from pushing him to spend time with Darren to now wanting him to stop spending time with the guy.
"Dad I don't," Brent started.
"I just don't want you to repeat past mistakes," Richard said. "I don't want you to become too attached to one friend. You should be meeting girls. I thought Darren might introduce you to some of his friends but that doesn't seem to be happening."
Brent started to understand. His Dad was starting to worry that he and Darren might be getting to close. "Dad we are talking about going on double dates. Darren is actually going out with Jenny tomorrow night. It's going to be their first date. She is like the hottest girl in school."
"Oh really," Richard said his voice showing his relief.
"Yeah," Brent said.
"That is good son," Richard said.
Brent telling Richard about Daren's date seemed to put Richard back at ease. He did not even give Brent any trouble when he asked if he could go meet friends and see a movie. It was hard to believe that his dad just thinking that Brent was going to be dating a girl would put the guy at ease.
Brent walked thru the cool night air to the theater. He was hopeful but knew there was little chance that the ticket guy would be there. It had been weeks since they had their first meeting. It had been weeks since they had talked and made a connection. The guy might have the night off. He might not be working there any longer. Hell he could have picked up another guy and have a new boyfriend. All of that raced thru Brent's mind as he walked. He hoped that guy was there. He hoped that maybe they would still have a connection. He hoped but was not confident that he would have a shot with the guy even if he was there.
It took Brent a minute to scan the theater. His heart dropped when he had scanned thru the faces and did not find the attractive guy. He half wanted to just leave and go back home, but he did not want to sit at home. Plus how would he explain to his parents that he was back so soon. He had told them he was meeting friends at the theater. Brent waited around for a little while but the guy never showed up. He considered watching a movie but he did not really feel like sitting in the theater alone. He knew he had missed his shot with the ticket guy. He had been forced by his Dad to go to the club and to hang out with Darren. "Once again Dad is cost me a friend," Brent thought as he headed towards the exit. Because of his Dad he had lost Devyn. His Dad had forced him to give up Cody and now this other guy was lost to Brent.
He walked thru the park to pass the time. He did not want to go back home. Although his relationship with his Dad was better it was still tense at home. If he could spend time away from that stress, he would rather. He did not want to feel the tension that still filled the house. He did not want to be glared at by his father.
Devyn and I use to walk thru here," he thought as he walked. He could still remember the feeling of having his best friend right there by his side. He could still remember the thrill in his stomach when Devyn would lightly touch him. He would glance around to make sure no one was watching and then briefly they would hold hands or touch either on the arm or shoulder.
Once they had kissed right there by the slide. It had been dark and in the shadows they were both sure no one could see them. They had stopped there looking up at the night stars. Devyn was leaning against the ladder. He looked so dam sexy with his head looking up at the stars and his lean body resting against the steps. Brent moved closer to him. He put his hands on either side of Devyn's body leaning forward resting his weight on his hands. Devyn looked sown and in the dim light they should just see each other. Brent moved his face closer and their lips met. Brent could still remember the taste of those warm lips. He could still remember the heat of Devyn's hand on the back of his neck as they kissed. "Why does it have to be so hard?" Brent asked himself. "Why couldn't we just be together? It felt so right when we were together." Brent missed the other boy. He missed their talks. He missed the presence and the warmth Devyn gave him. "He gave me so much and I didn't even know it."
He slipped into the house just before his curfew. He knew his parents were still awake. "How was the movie?" his mom asked.
"Um, it was alright," Brent said. "Um, the one I really wanted to see was, um sold out. Maybe I'll try again next weekend."
"I hope you had fun," she said and stepping closer to Brent she brushed his blonde hair back and kissed his cheek. "I made some cookies. They're in the kitchen if you want a snack."
"Um, thanks Mom," Brent said.
Linda started up the stairs. "I love you honey," she said pausing at the landing.
"I, um, love you to Mom," Brent said. "Um, I think I will have a couple cookies."
"Good," she said and smiled. She watched him walking into the kitchen. She had seen the sorrow in her son's blue eyes. She had seen the sadness in his lips. She wanted to do something to bring back the happy boy. He had been there briefly on their vacation. He had been there when he was friends with Devyn. She stopped again at the top of the stairs. She looked at the light in the kitchen. She took a deep breath before going down the hall to her and Richard's room.
For the next week Brent went thru the motions. He went to school. He came home and tried to study. He went to the club with Darren and worked out. Darren even noticed that Brent seemed down.
"Is everything alright?" Darren asked Brent on Friday. "You haven't seemed like yourself all week."
"Um, just tired," Brent answered. It was true. He had not been sleeping well. Since his walk in the park, he had been dreaming of Devyn. He never clearly remembered the dream except that Devyn had been in trouble and it had been Brent's fault. He would wake up in a cold sweat with his heart racing.
"Well, you get tomorrow off to rest up," Darren said. "Jenny and I are going out again."
"That's great man," Brent said. He was happy for Darren. The guy seemed really happy now that he was dating jenny.
Other than Darren, Brent had not made any new friends at school. He and Darren had different classes and a different lunch schedule so they did not see each other except at the end of the day when they were going to the club to workout.
Brent tried to be friends with Tracy but she would not give him the time of day. She was definitely wrapped up in her new boyfriend and wanted nothing to do with Brent. Sue said that she was even pulling away from her as a friend.
Brent and Sue would sometimes eat lunch together. He enjoyed spending time with Sue. She was definitely a loyal friend. Most of the time they ended up talking about Devyn. It kept his memories of his friend clear in his head. Devyn apparently made a lasting impression on Sue as well.
"I'm going to end up just going to his house and confronting his parents," Sue told Brent.
"Um, I, um, wouldn't do that," Brent said. "His Dad is, um, well an ass."
"I need to know how he is doing," she said.
Brent could hear the concern in her voice. "I'll see what I can find out." He really had no idea how he would find out anything. He was sure that neither of Devyn's parents would talk to him. He just did not want Sue going over there and finding out something about Brent and Devyn's true relationship.
"Thanks," she said squeezing his hand. "I better get to class.
"Later," Brent said watching her leave.
The appointments with Dr,. Wilson seemed to come around all too soon. They were mostly the same asking him the same questions week after week. He was sick of them. He was sick of her. "How is school?" Dr. Wilson asked him during their next appointment.
"Um, fine," Brent said shrugging.
"How are your sexual fantasies," she asked.
Brent's head popped up. He wasn't sure he had heard her correctly. "What?"
"What kind of things do you fantasize about?" she asked. "I mean when you masturbate."
Brent felt his face burn. He couldn't believe she was asking him this. "Um, I don't..."
"Oh all boy's your age masturbate," she said. "It is perfectly normal." Leaning forward she squeezed his knee. "Lots of boys fantasize about celebrities while masturbating. For some boys it is a girl at school. Maybe a cheerleader? One boy even told me that he thinks of me while masturbating." Her voice sounded satisfied with that last one.
"I, u, don't know," Brent said shrugging his shoulders.
"When did you last masturbate?" she asked.
"Um, I, um don't know," Brent said. He honestly couldn't remember. He couldn't remember when he had last even had an erection. He didn't think it had been since he was with Cody.
"most boys your age would be masturbating daily," she said. "maybe even multiple times a day."
"Um, sure," Brent said as she seemed to be waiting for a response. Brent could remember masturbating a few times a day but that was back when he and Devyn were friends. That was back when they had just started understanding their desire for the other person. He could remember thinking about Devyn and stroking his teenage erection. He could remember pretending it was Devyn's hand on his cock and that the cock in his hand was Devyn. He could remember all too well the vivid fantasies he had.
"You should begin masturbating," she said. "If you have trouble, let me know. We may need to send you to a specialist."
"Um sure," Brent said. He had never been as relieve to have an appointment over with as he had been for this one. He did not like all of the focus on his jerking off. He really wondered why he hadn't since he had gotten home.
Brent tried that night but found that he wasn't able to maintain his erection. He was a little worried. He had never had a problem before. When he was with Devyn he had been popping a boner all the time. When he had been around Cody, he had not had a problem with getting an erection. He had definitely blown his load when he and Cody had spent that night together. Brent realized that although he had felt a strong attraction to Darren he had never become aroused with the other boy. Oh he had felt some stirrings in his teenage equipment the first few times they were together in the locker room but nothing in weeks. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered. He knew one thing he was not going to mention anything to Dr. Wilson.
Brent did not feel right at school. He always felt there was something missing there. He missed Devyn. They had been in several classes together and had been together outside of class. He felt out of place without Devyn. He sometimes forgot to turn in his homework and he wasn't able to concentrate on his classes. He knew his grades were slipping a little but he just could not bring himself to care.
He didn't feel right at home either. He always felt like he was being watched. It seemed like that one of his parents would always being watching him for sme sort of reaction. His mom seemed concerned when he saw her watching him. His dad on the other hand seemed stressed and worried. Brent knew if his dad knew the truth their relationship would not survive.
Since Darren had a date Brent found himself going back to the theater. He decided to actually watch a movie this time. He needed something to distract himself. He needed something to take his mind off of how screwed up he was.
Brent's heart jumped as he saw the attractive guy working behind the ticket counter. He was both excited and nervous at seeing the guy again.
"Hey," he greeted Brent. His smile was warm and genuine. "It is good to see you back."
"Yeah," Brent said "anything new playing?"
"Yes," he said. "There is one I have been wanting to see. "you want to go save me a seat?"
"Um, sure," Brent said. He felt a little warm inside.
"By the way my name is Alex," he said as he was handing Brent the ticket.
"Hi," Brent said and smiled. "I'm Brent."
"See you in a few," he said smiling.
Brent went and found them seats near where they had been sitting for the other movie. It did not take long after the opening credits were finished for Alex to drop down in the seat next to Brent. "I brought the popcorn and a drink," he said. He then reached lower and squeezed Brent's hand.
"Thanks," Brent said and smiled at the boy in the dark theater. "you, um, won't get in trouble for being here will you?"
"No," Alex said. "I have someone covering for me out there and this is one of the benefits of the job. The boss doesn't mind as long as the place isn't crazy busy."
"Cool," Brent said. He couldn't believe how good he was feeling. There was something being around Alex. It was similar to how he felt with Cody and Devyn. He felt a connection to these guys and he did not fully understand it. He just wanted to enjoy it.
They whispered softly during the movie. "It is lame," Alex said after it was half over.
"Yeah," Brent agreed. For Brent it didn't matter how bad the movie was. He just enjoyed seeing it with Alex.
"You want to go somewhere else?" Alex asked.
"Sure," Brent said. He followed Alex out and into the cool night air.
They walked around talking. Alex was a freshman at the community college. "I haven't figured out what I want to do yet," he told Brent.
"I'm still in high school," Brent said.
"I thought you might be," Alex said. "You're like fifteen?"
"Um, no," Brent said. "I'm Almost 16."
"Wow," Alex said. "You look younger. I thought fifteen was pushing it."
"it's my blonde hair," Brent said it always makes me look younger than I am."
"Well," Alex said "It definitely makes you look cute."
"Um, thanks," Brent said.
They walked and talked for hours. For Brent it was like being with an old friend. Their friendship developed quickly just the way it had with Devyn and Cody. Brent could feel a part of himself relaxing. He could feel the strain of hiding leaving him and it was being replaced with something. Brent felt like he could spend the whole night talking to Alex. It was so similar to Cody and Devyn. Even Alex's hair and eyes were similar but it was more than just the physical characteristics. He was also warm and caring. It came across in how he walked, talked and touched Brent.
Brent hated to bring the night to an end but he knew that it was late and he would need to get home soon. "I, um, had better get going home," Brent said.
"Sure," Alex said. "Um see you next weekend?"
"Sure," Brent said.
"Do you know what time it is?" his Dad asked as soon as Brent came thru the door.
"Um sorry," Brent said. "I, um, went out after the movie."
"With who?" his dad asked glaring at Brent.
"Um, just some friends," Brent said. "Um you know kids."
"Was Darren one of those kids?" Richard asked.
"Um, no," Brent said. He considered lying to his dad but was afraid it might come out if Richard talked to Darren or Mark. "He was on a date tonight."
"I do not want you out this late again," Richard said. "I also want to know who are with from now on."
"Dad," Brent said. "I'm not a little kid. I can..."
"You will listen to me," Richard said. "You have to be home by 11PM on the weekend.
"Fine," Brent said and stomped up the stairs.
Copyright 2019 by Keith Yates (keith.96@att.net) all rights reserved.
"Men who look upon themselves born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow insolent; from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by importance; and the world they act in differs so materially from the world at large, that they have but little opportunity of knowing its true interests, and when they succeed to the government are frequently the most ignorant and unfit of any throughout the dominions." ~ Thomas Paine