Exposed

Exposed: Chapter 10

James was up early Sunday morning and was beginning to unpack and put things away. His first task was to load all of the sports equipment, camping gear, and bikes in an elevator and take them down to the apartment's storage lockers. On the way down, the elevator stopped several times, and when the doors opened look on the those waiting for the elevator was amusing.

James was setting up his computer in the room that was to be his office when Brock walked in groggy and still naked, and said, "So, what's the plan?"

"I had planned to get all of this stuff put away, but yesterday's drama kinda prevented that. So, my goal is to just get the boxes moved into here and the bedroom, and deal with it at Thanksgiving."

"What do you want me to do?" Brock asked.

"Would you strip the bed linens and remake the bed. I really don't want mom, or more embarrassingly, Betty to deal with those. I'll take them down and put them in the washer before we leave."

"Yeah, it's one thing to, how did your mother put it, `accept debauchery, licentiousness, and unspeakable acts of perversion' are taking place at all hours under your roof, but it's quite another to be confronted with its cold, crusty reality."

"Geez Brock, that's not an image one wants in the early a.m." Brock laughed and headed back to the bedroom.

By 11:30, the boxes were all put away, and several were even unpacked. James was sweeping the floor, when Brock asked, "What now."

"Your parents are supposed to arrive around 12:30 for lunch. So, we need to take a shower and get dressed. Then I thought I'd go down and see if there is anything I can do to help with dinner."

As Brock and James were showering, Brock asked, "What is it going to be like when we get back to Mill Brook."

"I don't know, but I am pretty sure the minute you come out, Dean Meyers is going to call us in for a chat."

"Really, why?"

"To layout our new rules," James said.

"You think they're going to make special rules for us."

""I am pretty well sure of it."

"Why?"

"Well they can't very well say to all the straight boys that girls aren't allowed on campus, but the gay boys can fuck each other all they want. Oh, and FYI, Spangler there is a bit of a screamer."

"What do you think they will do?" Brock asked.

"At minimum they will tell me I can't have guests in my room, i.e. you. They might decide I should live in another dorm. I just hope they don't decide I need to have a roommate."

"What will you do if they put you with a roommate? Will you leave?"

"No, I won't leave. I have dibs and I'm not leaving you unattended for some other gay boy to scoop up. However, I will call Shane. I have a housing contract for a single room, and it's paid for through graduation."

"Do you think they will make me do anything?"

"I don't know. I guess they could make you wear a cock cage."

"A what?"

"A cock cage. It's a devise some guys who are into control make their subs wear to enforce chastity."

"That sounds terrible. Wouldn't they make you wear one too."

"I doubt it. I am pretty sure Dean Meyer can't even imagine the nerd might be fucking the jock, and besides, they'd have to special order one for me."

"Yeah, they're too cheap to do that. Of course they could make you watch a a video of the Headmaster and Pickle having sex, that would put your penis out of commission for at least a week."

"Shit, just hearing you suggest that made me go soft."

"Well then, let's Dr. Brock see whether he can resuscitate it," and Brock dropped to his knees and began sucking James cock. Soon it was eight inches of hard teen meat.

"It's a miracle!" James cried right before busting a load down Brock's throat. Brock started coughing, and James quickly helped him up, and said, "Oh man, I am sorry. I forgot you're still a rookie. What can I do to make it up to you."

A wicked smile formed on Brock's lips and James, said, "shit", then turned around, braced himself against the wall, and spread his legs. "Wait, I'll be right back."

Brock had left the bathroom door open and James could hear him slamming drawers as he rummaged around in the bedroom. "What are you doing?" James hollered.

"Looking for the condoms."

"Well, I'm only waiting 15 seconds. If your cock isn't railing my ass by then, who knows the next time you'll get a chance. 14...13...12...11..."

"Where the fuck are they," Brock yelled in frustration.

"10...9...8...7..."

"Found them!"

"6...5....4...3...2..."

"Wait, wait!"

"Fuuuucccck!" James screamed as Brock shove his cock in all in one thrust.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Brock said almost in tears. "I wasn't thinking. I... I.... Fuck I'm so sorry. I'll take it out."

"Like hell you will! It's in there, now use it. Beside, I was kinda at fault with my silly counting."

"But I..."

"Fuck now, apologize later."

Soon Brock was rocking James's world. Brock was the kinda guy that always gave a 110 percent, and when it came to sex, it was 115 percent. James lowered his chest and arched his back, and now Brock was hitting his prostate with every thrust. James started to cum again, and at the same time he clenched his hole as tight as he could around Brock's cock. Brock's primal cum cry was amplified by the granite shower, floors, and counters.

Brock pulled James up and into his chest, then kissed his neck. He whispered in James ear, "I know we can't say it until Thanksgiving, but I really do."

When James and Brock came down to help with dinner, James turned down the TV and asked, "Mom, are you losing your hearing?"

"No dear. It's just the upstairs neighbors were a little loud this morning."

James and Brock both turned red, and Sydney and Betty broke into laughter.

Betty noticed Brock was holding a laundry basket with what looked like sheets and towels, and she said, "I can take the laundry." James quickly said, no Betty, Brock and I need to learn to take care of ourselves. We'll just to put these in the washers."

Sydney said, "You might need to pretreat and let those soak awhile." Again there was laughter and red faced boys.

Florence and Nelson Champlain arrived promptly at 12:30, and James and Brock greeted them. Brock gave his mother a kiss and a hug, and then gave his father a hug. Next James extended his hand to Brock's mother, but she pulled him in for a hug, and Nelson did the same. Nothing made it more clear to Brock that his parents accepted him and would accept anyone he chose to share his life with. Whatever happen at Mill Brook on Monday, Brock and James would face it knowing that things on the home front were good.

Dinner went well, with only a few surprises, one being that Betty sat at the table rather than stayed in the kitchen. Betty had not only been like a grandmother to James, but she had been like a mother to Julia. In a house that was often formal and living with a man that was often cold, Julia often found herself in the kitchen drinking coffee and chatting with Betty. So now that James Sr. could no longer dictate social customs, Betty was family, not help.

Another of the surprises was the conversation, it was normal dinner conversation about social functions, the theater, good new restaurants, sports, etc. What wasn't discussed was sexuality, relationships, family issues and problems, or business.

At two-thirty James and Brock loaded up for the four hour trip back to Mill Brook, and after saying goodbyes the boys were on their way. The conversation on the trip started off light and buoyant, but as they neared Concord, it became more subdued.

When they got back to the dorm, Sunday supper had just ended, and they met Kip and a couple of other players from the soccer team. Lance was one the players and gave James and Brock each a look the seemed to question why they were together. James piped up, and said to Brock, but loud enough so the rest of the group could hear, "Well I have some homework to do. Thanks for letting me catch a ride to the City with you. Just let me know what I owe you."

"Will do," Brock replies and walked off with his buddy, but not before turning to give James one final smile.

Two hours later, James was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door, it was Brock and he said, "Can I come in?"

James opened the door and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"I called the Coach and told him I need to talk to the team before practice tomorrow."

"I see."

"I was wondering if I could spend the night here. Not sex, just cuddling. I know things are going to change, and I just need to be close to you."

"What about Kip? Won't he wonder where you are?"

Brock smiled, and said, "He's the one who told me to come down. He saw how anxious and mopey I was being worrying about everything, and said there was only one person who should have to deal with my sad ass, and it wasn't him."

James gave Brock a kiss, and said, "Of course you can spend the night here."

Brock was two, almost three inches, taller than James and was usually the big spoon when they slept together. However that night, it was James who wrapped his arm over Brock's chest and pulled their bodies together. The feel of James warm, naked body was just what Brock need to combine with the whirlwind of the last few days, and soon he was out, and James was soon there as well.

The next morning James alarm went off what seemed too early. Brock looked at his wristwatch and said "Fuck." The alarm wasn't was lying, it was time to get up, and he said, "I guess I'd better get upstairs to shower and dress."

James tighten his hold on Brock and said, "Stay and shower with me."

"I'd love to, but all my clothes are upstairs."

"I bought you some clothes and they are in my footlocker."

"Why did you buy me clothes."

"Because, I got tired of running up to your room and breaking in every time you took a shower down here."

"Every time? That only happened twice."

"I guess I was counting ahead for all the time I hope it will happen."

Brock reached back, grabbed James' cock, and said "gobble, gobble."

"What's that."

"Well, I am forbidden to say the other words until Thanksgiving."

"Oh," James said with a clear note to disappointment.

"I see. You thought I was offering... I like the way your dirty little mind works," and Brock threw of the covers and said, "I think my lucky number is 69, what's yours."

"What a coincidence, so is mine." It didn't take long for either boy to cum and then it was off to the shower. While they were drying off, Brock came up behind James and wrapped his arms around him. They were facing the full length mirror, and Brock put his chin on James' shoulder. "Look at the hot couple in the mirror."

"I don't now, the one in front seems a bit puny. It looks like he needs to get his scrawny ass to the gym."

"You're not puny, and I certainly don't think your ass is scrawny. However, if you want to hit the gym, I would love to be your trainer. It would give me an excuse to look at your body for an hour or so every day."

"I'd like that."

Then Brock said, "Gobble, gobble.... Come on say it. I know you want to... Gobble, Gobble." Brock then started tickling James and saying `Gobble, gobble," over and over.

"Finally, James said, "Okay, okay,...Gobble, gobble."

James said, "You know, a coerced `gobble, gobble,' doesn't count," and Brock gave a little sad puppy face.

James kissed Brock, and said "Gobble, gobble. That one was freely given. Now get dressed."

When Brock got out the clothes James had bought him, he was surprised that they were all his correct size. James had even bought the same brand of underwear and in the same style Brock liked to wear.

The rest of the clothes were from L.L Bean. "Two questions. First, how did you get my sizes? Second, when have you ever seen me wear anything from L.L. Bean?"

"Sizes were easy. You forget, I have a key to almost every dorm room on campus, thanks to our cheap ass maintenance department. Second, I have never seen you wear L.L. Bean, but you saw all my camping and hiking equipment. I like to go camping and hiking, so I decided to buy you some appropriate clothes and hiking shoes in the event you want to join me this Summer hiking around Europe. I'm leaving three days after graduation, and returning the first of July. Besides, I think you will look hot dressed like a mountain man."

Brock looked at the clothes and then at James, "Really, you're hiking in Europe for six weeks this summer?"

"Yep, I'm not wasting all these language courses I have taken over the last six years."

Brock smiled, and said, "Well, I better order mom an L.L. Bean catalogue to do her Christmas shopping for me."

Brock put on the new clothes. The pants were a durable khaki chino, the shirt was a waffle patterned olive green henley, and the shoes were a combination of leather and high tech fabrics, and the soles added almost another inch to Brock's height.

"Damn," Brock said when he looked in the mirror. "I do look like I belong in the woods. Maybe, I'll grow a little scruff and let my hair grow a bit. My hair gets curly when I let it grow."

James pulled the sleeves of the henley half-way up Brock's forearms, and said, "We still need to work on your Queer Eye. As for the scruff and the longer hair, if you get too much hotter, we may never leave the hostel to see any of Europe's great monuments of civilization."

Brock grabbed James' crotch and said, "This is all the monument I need. I don't need to see anything else."

"Okay, I'll call Rex and tell him, you're not interested doing any sight seeing. I just feel bad that they went though all that work to get that extra ticket to the Manchester United and Chelsea match and now you don't want to go."

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't want to go. In fact, after further consideration, I'd love to see ALL of Europe with you. And, I really, really, really would like to see Manchester and Chelsea."

"Fine, you are so easy to control. Just dangle a couple of sports ticket in front of your face and you're like a trained seal. Who knows what you will do when you find out I have access to Pierce International's season ticket at Yankee Stadium."

Brock began knock his hands together like flippers and making seal noises. James laughed and said, "We really need to get going."

When they got to the lobby. Kip and Lance were waiting for them, and the four walked to the cafeteria together. As they walked, Lance said to James, "I know what's going on."

James seemed to stiffen and Lance said, "Don't worry, I'm cool with it. I just want you to know that."

"Thanks Lance. Can I asked what changed?"

"My dad told my favorite uncle what I did. Uncle Rob called to tell me that he is gay, and how disappointed he is that I grew up to be a hater. He then told me how he was bullied and harassed growing up. He and I cried for at least 20 minute, probably more. I promised him I would find a way to make things right with you and all the other kids I have been an ass to."

"Your uncle must be really special to you."

"He is. He's the one I go to when I need someone to talk to. I just can't believe I didn't know he was gay."

"Sometimes we don't see, what we don't want to see," James said, then gave Brock a smile who had heard what he and Lance were talking about.

The day was quiet, yet James and Brock both had trouble staying focused on lessons when they knew what was yet to come. When the last bell rang, James wished Brock good luck and then headed off to work a shift at the library.

Once the team was out of the locker room and on the field, Coach said, "Gather up men, Champlain has something to say."

James started, "I have heard I have a reputation as a Romeo." There were several hoots and a few whistles. The James continued, "Well that's a lie. The truth is I have never had sex with a girl. I let, well encouraged, you to believe that because I was afraid to tell the truth, I`m gay."

There was a long silence, then Kip stood up and started to clap, he was soon joined by Lance, then others. By the time Coach ended the meeting, two thirds of the team had expressed support for Brock. However, the remaining one-third were clearly pissed. Fortunately only a couple were starters, and if it came down to it, they weren't key players."

However, during practice Brock took a couple of cheap shots, and Kip was getting furious. After one particularly brutal blindside of Brock by Joel Stinnett, Kip and Lance came charging across the field and tackled the offender then gave him a couple of hard jabs to the ribs. They then stood over him, and Kip said, "If you ever take another cheap shot like that to Brock or anyone, on or off this field, I'll end you! Do you hear me, I'll end you."

Joel went totally pale at Kip's threat. During Kip's Freshman year there was a contractor in Boston whose company was a front for organized crime. That company and Kip's father's company were accidentally confused by the Boston media, and by the time it got sorted out, half the students at Mill Brook thought Kip's father was part of the mob. It didn't help that Kip's mother was Italian, and Kip had a lot of her Mediterranean features. So, the threat `to end' him, scared the shit out of Joel.

After, Kip and Lance sent their message to the team that Brock was to be left alone. Coach Montoya blew his whistle and called the team together. He looked at Brock, then Kip and Lance. Finally he looked at Joel and said, "I think we had a good practice. We got some to the issues resolved, don't you agree, Stinnett."

Joel looked like he'd just been asked if he wanted a blind fold and a cigarette prior to the firing squad being given the order to fire. After some deep swallows, Joel was able to say, "Yes, Coach."

"Then let's hit the showers," Montoya said, and the team look at each other unsure of what to do. Montoya had never finished practice without at least three sprint drills. When no one moved Montoya ask, "Am I missing something."

"No sir," Lance said and ran to locker room with the rest of the team following.

When Brock walked into the cafeteria for supper, he was flanked by Kip and Lance who were followed buy most of the senior soccer players.

After Kip threatened `to end' Joel Stinnett, or anyone else messing with Brock, word spread fast. So, an unnatural quiet fell over the cafeteria when they entered. However, when Brock and the rest of his posse sat down at their usual table thing returns to normal. At least they did until Lance and two of the other Senior soccer players got up and walked toward the nerd table. The Altercation, as it had come to be known, was still fresh in everyones memory.

Dean Meyers, who was one of the faculty assigned to eat with the boys that evening, saw the what was happening and got up to head to where it look like trouble was brewing. However, he sat back down when Lance and James both smiled, and the soccer players sat down with the nerds and both groups seemed to be getting along. Meyers was certain he'd just witnessed an early Christmas miracle.

That evening, James had a Debate Society meeting, so Brock was studying in his room when there was knock. Kip opens the door to find Weston Jackson, the quarterback and four other football players.

"Hey Kip," Weston said, "Can we talk to Brock?"

"Just talk?"

"Yeah, just talk. Come on, Kip you know us. We've been friends with you and Brock for forever."

"Kip, let them in. I've already got a mamma. I don't need you acting all protective and shit."

"Okay," Weston," Kip said, "but if you guys try anything, I'm taking you out first."

"Please do!" On of the other players said, "he threw three interceptions Saturday."

Weston shot back, "If my sorry ass line could give me more than three seconds before I'm sacked, maybe I could actually look to see who I'm throwing the ball too." The football players broke into laughter. The reality had long since sunk in that the team sucked and most of them were not going on to play college football.

All the football guys treated Brock with a "Hey Brock," or a "Hey bro."

Weston started by saying, "I hear you and I got something in common."

"You're gay too?"

"No man, I hear we both make some of the people here at Mill Brook uncomfortable." In addition to being 6'3", 200 pounds, and a beast, Weston was one of only 27 African-American students.

"So, do I make you uncomfortable."

"Hell yeah, all you rich, white boys make me uncomfortable." For the first three years at Mill Brook, Weston had fooled his classmates into believing he was some inner-city gangster sent Mill Brook as part of a prison diversion program. It wasn't until Weston's mother went through a politically tough and televised confirmation hearing to the D.C. Court of Appeals that everyone found out Weston wasn't really from the hood, unless the hood was Wall Street where his father put together multi-billion dollar stock, not drug, deals.

"So what's the bottom line?"

"It's the shower's, buddy. Some of the guys might be a bit uncomfortable in the showers with you. Look, I told them that none of them are pretty enough for a gay guy to give a second look at. But you know these guys, their mommas once said they were handsome, and they believed it."

Brock looked at the four football players and asked, "Do I make your uncomfortable."

One of the guys raised his hand.

"Look Brock," Weston said, "we tried to tell Pee-Wee his cock is so small, you'd need a pair of binoculars to see it from across the shower." Everyone laughed, even Pee-Wee.

"So what do you want me to do. Walk around stink like a damn hog!"

"No, we already have too much of that on this hall," Weston said. "I, Jackson, Vaughn, Kerry, and Jonezy Boy all shower at 6:30. We'd like you to shower with us. None of us give a crap about whether you fuck girls, boys, or sheep. We figure after a couple of weeks, the novelty of a gay jock will wear off, and things will get back to normal."

"Hey, I get it. If it will make some of the guys more comfortable if I shower at a different time, I can do that."

All the guy's said thank you and left but Weston. When it was just the three of them, Weston said, "I feel like shit asking you to do that. My grandfather told me stories about having to sit at the back of the bus and go to segregated schools. I feel like I just dumped a load of Jim Crow on you, on both of you. You guys were the first friends I had at this place. If it weren't for the two of you reaching out, I don't think I would have gotten into sports here at Mill Brook, and I certainly wouldn't have broken into the jock club."

"Don't sell yourself short," Kip said. "We just happened to be the first guys to figure out what a great guy you are."

"Also, it helped that we discovered if we picked you for our team, we didn't have to suffer the humiliation and pain of playing against you," Brock said, Then he added, "I'm just sorry we didn't try harder to convince you to go out for soccer rather than football."

"You don't know how many times I wish you had tried harder," Weston said with a big grin. "Okay, I'm going to ask a question, and you guys can tell me to go fuck myself, but I'm curious. Are you two hooking up?"

Kip looked at Brock and said, "You got this one."

"No, we are not hooking up, and I feel bad that some people are going to think we are. However, Kip is straight as an arrow. Also, I have a boyfriend."

"What!? You have a boyfriend? Does he go to school here?"

Brock nodded.

Weston thought for a minute and then said, "The only other student I know... wait... wait a minute, is it Jimmy Spangler?"

Brock smiled, and said, "Please don't tell anyone just yet. I don't want anyone giving James a hard time. By the way, he really doesn't like to be called Jimmy any more."

Weston got up and said, "I need to go finish up an English essay before I can go to bed. Oh and Champlain, I'm counting on you to take care of Jim...James. If it weren't for him neither I nor half the offensive line would have made it through chemistry."

"He told me he didn't do homework for jocks."

"He didn't. Every Saturday morning he had a tutoring session for us in the library. I still don't know why he did that after some of the shit guys on the football team did to him over the years."

After Weston was gone, Brock asked, "Did you know about James tutoring the football team."

"Nope, the kids a mystery," Kip said. "Are you going down there tonight?"

"He told me I couldn't bother him because after Debate he had a paper to write. However, I might have to go down anyway."

"Are you really that horny?"

"No, James gives the most amazing massages, and after that hit at practice, I need his magic fingers."

"Dang Brock you hit the lottery. He's smart, cute, rich, funny, and gives massages. If you guys don't work out, I might just have to give being gay a shot."

The next morning, Brock and Kip were in the showers by 6:30. "Damn, this is early," Kip said.

"Yes it is," Weston said, "but it's a lot less crowded and chippy. All that towel snapping and jaw flapping was getting on my nerves. So I gave up a half-hour of sleep for a quiet start to the morning."

Soon others early risers were showering and getting ready for the morning. After shaving and getting dressed, Brock went down to see if James was awake. He was just getting out of the shower when Brock knocked.

"What has you up so early?" James asked, and Brock told him about the previous evening's conversation.

"That kinda suck. You know, you could come down here and shower."

"Before last night, I would have taken you up on that in a heartbeat, but I think it's important to give Kip and Weston the opportunity to say they're not threatened by my being gay and other guys shouldn't be either. It isn't going to change everyone's minds, but maybe it will some."

"I think I see where you're coming from. I haven't been a model for out and proud at Mill Brook, and maybe I should have. It might have been worth getting my ass kicked everyday for four years to make a point."

Brock laughed, "If `The Altercation' is any indication, I don't think you would have had many guys coming back for seconds."

"Maybe one-on-one you might be right. However, bullies don't usually come at you one-on-one, they come in packs, or in the case jocks, in teams."

Brock realized what James just said was right, and for most of his life he had been on the team. Now, he was getting a sense of how vulnerable someone can feel outside the team, and how good it feels when you discover an ally.

James saw a tear starting to form in the corner Brock's eye, and quickly gave him a hug and a kiss. Then said, "Gobble, gobble."

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