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From the Inside Chapter 1 By Alan R
"Alexi and Grant are speaking again," said Jennifer to her best friend Vicky. The two girls were sitting near the top of the high school stadium in a packed student section. The games were always the place to be on Friday nights and everyone supported the team. Several seasons of success had made them a perennial powerhouse and they usually made it to the playoffs each year. This year, in particular, the Falcons were off to a great start and the local news media was predicting that they had a shot at the state championship. The team was lead by several talented key players, many of whom were upperclassmen. The big surprise was the sophomore quarterback. He had transferred in the middle of his freshman year and joined the squad in the spring. Shortly after joining the team, he was challenging the senior quarterback and eventually won the starting position as fall classes began. His name was Matt and everyone loved him; that was why Vicky was sitting in the stands now catching up on all the gossip from the class social icon and self-proclaimed future sorority princess, Jennifer, while the team met in the field house preparing for the second half. Jennifer loved to discuss the drama of high school life and often briefed Vicky on everything and everyone in school. Vicky, a junior, and Matt had met shortly after he transferred to Southwest Valley High. They shared a drama class and were cutting up during breaks soon after their first day together. The two shared many common interests and enjoyed every opportunity to spend time developing their friendship. They were soon the best of friends and were almost never one without the other.
"They've been arguing since they got together," replied Vicky with a sigh of resignation. She couldn't understand why Alexi and Grant even stayed together. They'd been dating for two years, since they started high school. The arguments and general nastiness had followed soon after. They were at odds more often than in agreement and almost everyone wondered why they hadn't gone their separate ways long ago. Their disagreements usually burst into verbal warfare with no personal secret or public event safe from attack. Alexi was especially vicious in trying to humiliate her jock boyfriend. Grant was a wide receiver on Matt's team and a regular and efficient target in the high-powered Falcon offense. He led the team in receptions and touchdowns. He stood 6'2" and had an unbelievable vertical leap making him adept about flying up into the air over the reach of most opponents to snag a high pass, then strong enough to wiggle free from crafty would-be tacklers and gain extra ground. He was a scrappy player who never backed down from an on-field battle and won many more than he lost. His gladiator on-field attitude made him a favorite fantasy boyfriend for many of the girls in his class and some of the senior class...a point often leading to Alexi's wrath. But Grant, like Matt was a quiet and down-to-earth star off-the-field who barely knew of his electric magnetism, if he knew it all. This also was a reason for his popularity. He was currently the leading candidate for junior class president on the student council and a strong candidate for homecoming court in the upcoming months.
"I was talking to my mom about it one day and she says `sometimes that's the way love is'," Jennifer answered. "She knows a few couples who have been married for ages and are often quite the same way." The team trotted back onto the field to begin the second half. The conversation waned as the action picked up on the field. Vicky loved to watch Matt play. He ran the offense with aggressive confidence, quite the opposite from his off-the-field behavior.
Vicky had noticed the tall, muscular freshman on his first day in school. He stood about 5'10" and weighed about 150 pounds at the time. Since then he continued to grow and was probably 6'0" or taller and 10 pounds heavier now, thanks in part to a relentless workout schedule. He had a deer in the head lights look that day as he stood near the intersection of the freshman and sophomore wings trying to decipher his newly assigned schedule. "Bubbles," as friends often referred to Vicky for her fearlessly outgoing personality, had grabbed the startled youngster and quickly planted him on the right path to his first class and the beginning of a blossoming friendship. Vicky smiled as she remembered that early time in her friendship with Matt. "I wonder how he felt about me that day when I grabbed him and practically dragged him down the hallway," she thought. They joined up later at lunch and compared the rest of their schedule. The only common class they had was drama, an elective they shared in the late afternoon. The class can be continued each year for four years' credit. The two had enjoyed themselves a great deal that first year and decided to continue the class together the next year. And so it was that they shared a single common course in this second year and the development of a lasting friendship had continued. As she thought about it now, Vicky realized that her friendship with Matt had been just as beneficial to her as it had been to the beautiful and painfully shy high school freshman who now in his sophomore season led his team in battle on the field. Vicky knew everyone and counted almost everyone among her large group of friends. But Matt was special. With Matt, Vicky could be comfortable being herself and sharing anything about herself without fear of judgment or degradation. To everyone else, Vicky was always happy and always on her game, but with Matt sometimes her real feelings were expressed and she thought how much it meant to her to have his strong shoulders to cry on.
"I think I know what the argument is about this time," Vicky heard her chatty friend say, breaking her train of thought and returning her mind to the game and their ongoing conversation. "I don't know if this is true, and I know I talk a lot but I really don't mean to hurt anyone by what I say so this needs to stay between the two of us."
Vicky's interest was peaked by this nervous rambling from her friend. "Okay..."
"You know Grant runs in the park near the school in the evenings after he closes at his father's hardware store in town?"
"Yes, so?"
"Well, apparently Alexi was driving by there the other night after picking up her mother's dry-cleaning. She saw a young white guy who looked a lot like Grant go into the woods at the back of the park with another boy, a shorter boy...and he was black. She thinks it was Jeremiah." Jeremiah was the half-back on the Falcons' squad. He stood about 5'8" but weighed 175 pounds, wide-bodied with huge biceps, shoulders and calves. Where Grant led the Falcon air show, Jeremiah was the team's brutal ground warrior. He averaged over 100 yards per game. Last year, he finished the 10 game season with over 1700 yards rushing and a single game best 250 yards against a cross town rival. He often gained attention from sports writers in Saturday edition of the local press and from time to time had his picture proudly displayed on the front page with accolades for his previous night's conquests.
"Why would she get mad about that?" asked Vicky, intrigued but mystified by her friend's tale.
"Well, remember last year there was some talk about a couple of guys getting caught late one night in those woods? Details were vague but the insinuation of sexual intimacy was clear. Alexi believes that Grant and Jeremiah might be those guys. She thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her with another guy. No one ever got anymore information on those rumors last year and I haven't heard Grant or Jeremiah's name mentioned but Alexi for some reason is suspicious. Imagine what is going to happen if she finds out anything like that has happened. I'd hate to be Grant if she convinces herself that her suspicions are accurate. So far, they are just ignoring each other, I hope it doesn't escalate."
"Whew..." Vicky couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She remembered the rumors from last year. She looked around to see if anyone nearby seemed to be attentive to their conversation. Everyone was caught up in the game as the Falcons had the ball and were driving near their opponent's goal line. She'd have to talk to Matt about this. Grant and Jeremiah were both good friends and she didn't want them hurt by reckless gossip. She doubted that Jennifer would talk to anyone else about this, but Alexi often ranted to anyone who would listen if angered. "Poor Grant..." She thought to herself.
Vicky remembered a few years back overhearing her parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles having some heated conversations about something like this at a family gathering. Her Uncle Jake, Vicky's favorite uncle, had just graduated from high school at the time. Her grandparents had heard a rumor that Uncle Jake had been seen kissing a friend at that same park. They'd been livid. All day the argument raged and Uncle Jake finally left in tears after admitting to the kiss and to a long time intimate relationship with his best friend. The day after, he'd moved into Vicky's house with her family for a time until he began his freshman year in college and moved into a dorm. Eventually, he and his parents had reconciled but it'd been a tough time for him. Vicky remembered sadly the pain her dear uncle had endured from his own family. But the relationship with his friend had continued and he'd found a supportive group of friends in college and had come out on campus. Now, he and his former friend and current lover continued to live together happily as they completed their college career and looked forward to a life together. Since that time, Vicky had discussed her experience with her uncle. She'd asked him about the family argument and he'd shared with her an account of that day and how he'd felt. He also told her about his friend and lover, about how they'd found each other, and how their relationship had developed. Vicky's experiences and conversations regarding her uncle's ordeal had given her great insight to the struggles of gay couples, especially young gay couples, in an intolerant world and she felt bad for them and swore to always respect people's differences. The conversations had drawn Vicky and her uncle closer together and they treated each opportunity they had to get together with great respect and valued the closeness that had developed between them. Vicky knew her uncle had become one of her most trusted friends, and she was glad.
The crowd was tumbling out of the bleachers now, rushing onto the field to congratulate their victorious heroes. Jennifer was hurrying out to greet her boyfriend Aaron, a tight end on the Falcons team and another promising sophomore. "Jennifer always goes for the younger guys...like me," Vicky thought as she watched her friend jump up into her boyfriends strong arms and hug his sweaty body tightly to herself. Vicky was happy for her friend. "Aaron is such a wonderful guy." She thought.
Vicky's gaze shifted to Matt as he stood on the field, helmet in hand chatting with smiling fans. She noticed one of the players from the other team watching him too as the two teams formed their lines and moved toward each other shaking hands with their opponents as they moved down the line. She saw Matt look up and smile as he approached the boy she'd seen staring at him earlier. The boys face lit up and they shook hands eagerly and maybe longer than usual. A thought entered Vicky's mind at the exchange but she shook it off as she reached the field and moved out to greet her friend. Matt lifted her easily into his chest and raised her up, twirling her around as he kissed her cheek and looked into her eyes with a smile on his face that warmed her heart. Vicky had begun to notice deep feelings for her friend in the last few months. They'd always been friends and nothing more. They'd never discussed their relationship or expressed any interest in taking their relationship to another level. They'd been comfortable around each other, no matter where they were. Vicky had seen of Matt what other girls desperately wished to see but nothing had ever transpired between them. They'd always been friends and nothing more, and yet there was more. Each of them knew that the other was their closest friend and that they loved each other and would always be there when needed. Vicky felt a longing though for something more. As they walked quietly, hand in hand toward the field house where Vicky would wait for Matt to go in and shower and change, she thought.
Vicky remembered a time late last spring. She'd been over at Matt's house on a Saturday morning for a swim. It was the first time she'd been in his house. He'd invited her the night before when they'd been out with the gang. After returning home to pick up her things, she'd spent the night in his parent's guest room and the two had enjoyed a morning swim. Vicky was lying on a lounge chair sunning when Matt finally exited the pool. Glinting into the morning sunlight she'd admired his body as he stood on the edge of the pool adjusting his suit before reaching for his towel. He was tall, broad shouldered, with a narrow waist. His hair was dark blond and long, touching his shoulders all around. He had a lean jaw line with slightly sunken cheeks that twitched when he was thinking. He wore a small hoop in his left ear. His pecs were large and pronounced on a hairless chest with a deep valley between, washboard eight pack abs and a distinct v leading to his waistline. His legs were long and corded with striated muscles but not overly muscled and slightly dusted with fine hairs. Under his shorts hung a proud penis, long and thick as she'd noted one day sometime later when he left his door slightly ajar as he changed from another morning swim. But the most beautiful sight on Matt's gorgeous body was his tight, muscular ass; well-rounded and narrow it filled out his suit nicely as it did his pants as well. Vicky laughed as she thought about the times she'd seen girls turn in the hallway as he'd walk passed them. Many times they'd bump into other passers-by or items unfortunate enough to be in their path as they moved ahead while looking "behind". But Matt never noticed. Too himself he was no different than anyone else and often considered himself unequal to others in his own estimation. The two never argued or fought but Vicky was often angered by Matt's failure to appreciate his gifts, talents, and his own personal value. She hated to see him "sell himself short" of others.
"I wonder what that look meant..," Vicky asked herself as she recalled the young opponent who'd been staring at Matt after the game. She remembered their meeting in the lineup, Matt's smile and the other boys gleaming response. The meeting and handshake that seemed to last a moment too long. "Why had Matt looked up just then? Was there a message in that smile?" Vicky had never seen Matt pay any excessive attention to other boys... or girls. He'd always been just Matt, seemingly content with the company of Vicky and their circle of friends. Matt had not dated since they'd met and they never really talked about dating. She'd not dated, either, in that time. Often she met people she found attractive, but she'd not been asked out. Sometimes she wondered if it was because people thought she and Matt were dating. She'd been told by her friends that it was a widely known rumor that the two were together but just not vocal about their relationship. She'd laughed at times at the stories of what others were saying about them. Some had even led their audience to believe they'd seen the two together, making out in dark places, walking hand in hand on lonely streets, or other more intimate tales of clandestine affairs.
"She'd have to talk to Matt," Vicky decided. The two had always been comfortable sharing things with each other. "Yes, that's what she'd do, she'd talk to Matt," she reassured herself as she patiently awaited her friends return.
In the other dressing room, a young man showered slowly, remembering a wink as he returned to his team's huddle from a failed attempt to reach the quarterback of the opposing team as they advanced the ball toward the end zone in the closing minutes of the game.