Chapter 138
Hear Me Roar
Part 1
Why is it that people always
underestimate the little guy? As I watch the odds in my favor become
non-existent it was said that I had 98.9% in having the two boys beat me and
humiliate me was the favor odd bet. Some betted that I’d be pined crying to my
mommy the moment the whistle blew. Some even betted I wouldn’t even show up.
Once more I felt those chains adding another link as they seemed to get heavier
not wanting to let down the few that betted against me. What was my Dad
thinking about when he challenged them; I could have easily just walked away
and ignored them until they got the courage to settle it in my own way.
Adam put his arm around me wanting to kiss me, but that would be a very bad
thing to do in such a public place as the lunch room. He said. “Please tell me
you are not considering welshing on the bet. I could really clean up if you won
and put those idiots in their place once and for all.”
I said. “Would it be such a bad thing if I was thinking about it?” He looked
shocked when I said it. I shook my head that I wasn’t even though I was. I said
“I am just a little nervous I haven’t wrestled in one for over a year. I only
came in third place the last time I competed and that was when I was a freshman
at Lehi High School.”
He said. “Then I guess we better practice before tomorrow.”
I said. “Yea right, like I got time to do that. I have kickboxing right after
school and then there is homework and I still have too least start on those
four boxes of receipts before I can even think about having time to get a dry
run.” He pulled out his new clean schedule, I looked over at it then it hit me.
Every class he had was with me including seminary, which said study period off
campus. The school has a thing about church and State keeping religion out of
the school but still allowing the ones that wanted to do so. It cost more
credits later on because they weren’t school credits. The mere idea of me
thinking about skipping class was never going to happen. Mom and Dad would bust
a cap in my a*s if even thought about it.
Adam said. “I’ll meet in you class I have an idea,” He gave me a silly a grin
and took his empty tray and hurried down the hall. My friends scooted over and bombarded me with
questions. Regarding how it went with Adam last night, but mostly they wanted
to hear about the fight everyone is talking about.
I rolled my eyes and told them what happened as Adams
sisters made them scoot over having me repeat everything. Like most sister they
wanted the juicy details about Adam and if he still had that “problem” anymore.
They smiled when I told them. “He is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” I could see
their minds imaging him completely naked without any of that hair.
They hurried over to my side of the table and pulled me to my feet. Christy
said. “The rumor around the school according to the boys that you never kissed
a girl before, and you got in trouble for it last night for making us think you
did all those things. So for doing us a big favor us girls have decided to
throw those boys off their game.” She giggled in Stan’s ear and had him repeat
it to everyone on my table including West and Hank you have just joined us
after placing their own bets.
Samantha pulled closer to the boys that were placing bets to give them a very
good view. She put her arms around me and I did likewise and she kissed me long
and deep as the boy’s heads turned watching us; the betting got wilder as she
released as I saw the point spread regarding my love life spike. She released as
Christy took her places and we repeated the same kiss as we watched ruckus as
the points spread started changing even more.
I kept going as the girls got in line Ronda and Fran. Then other girls started
to get in line as Christy and Ronda worked the room until the bell rang. The
news spread like wildfire by the time I reached my class and took my spot next
to Adam as Stan and Ron flanked him and whispered their crazy plan. I watched
the boys look around the room as we waited for the teacher. Stan went first he
leaned back to whisper in my ear if I was ready to set the school ablaze. I
smiled when I said. “Sure, it’s better to win big or lose big, considering how
tarnished my rep is right now; but if you do this everyone going to paint a
target on your back.”
Stan said. “Yea like they don’t know, so we might as well make it true.”
I nodded as the voices in my head yelled, “don’t do it, don’t do it.” Stan got
out of his chair and pulled me to my feet and put his arms around me hearing
the class go silent. He pulled me close and kissed me just enough to make them
gasp and released me. By the time the teacher came in, I was in the middle of
kissing Ron still having Adam to go when she said. “Ok then boys, now that we
got that out of the way. Now we can start class.” Having two girls raise their
hand. Having the teacher ask “yes.”
Having them both say. “We just need five minutes.”
The teacher sighed and said. “To do what?”
They said. “To kiss him.” I watched as
the teacher rolled her eyes as the girls made a mad dash over to my desk and as
the first girl quickly wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, going deeper
each time she took a breath. Having the other girl tap her on the shoulder as
the girl kissing me released me moaning. “hi my name is Stephanie,” having the
other girl take her place and go wild as she nearly knocked me to the floor as
she pushed me down the aisle until I hit the wall kissing me like I was her
last meal. Having the teacher tap her on the shoulder that five minutes had
long past, she released me and said. “I’m Tammy.”
I looked over at the boys in the corner as they looked puzzled and shook their
heads back and forth, whispering in their little circle of friends having the
ring leader stand up and asked. “So which is it? Are you gay or not?”
I took my seat as everyone was waiting for my answer. I smiled and said.
“Depends on the mood I am in.”
Having the teacher rap the board with a long pointy stick. “Ok class now we
need to get serious. There will be a test on this next Tuesday.” And to think
my life was already complicated.
Before the bell rang I was called to the councilor office. Watching the boys
grin because I was is in serious trouble and for the moment so did I, and I
could only imagine the things Mom and Dad were going to do to me. Adam followed
me and so did Ron and Stan. I told them they would be late for classes having
them both shrug their shoulders telling me its just seminary. I knew if they
were in my shoes and had my parents they would be concerned.
I opened the door as the person at the desk told me to go right in. I swallowed
hard as I open the door finding Adams Dad Mr. Tomas and Mr. Brady as well as
Hanks and West’s Dad; Bishop Sakes were waiting for me. They directed me to a
seat as the door closed. Mr. Brady got right to the point. “So I understand we
needed a little dry run because it seems son that somehow the school has gotten
wind of our little match tomorrow and the odds or not on our side.
“Which means if you win we are really going to clean up or lose big, losing is
not in our game plan; So we have released you for from your class for the rest
of the day and ordering you to be dressed in that gym in ten minutes, take your
friends with you because you are going to need some sparring partners. Do I
make myself clear?”
He stood up and grinned as I said. “Yes, sir.”
We wasted no time as we quickly dressed in our gym clothes well not that
quickly because everyone was staring Adam as he blushed as their eyes roamed
his body. Then taking their hands and feel him as he stood there said. “Baby
smooth and I like it.”
He quickly put on his shirt and shorts having Mr. Brady blow the whistle
telling us “time is wasting boys,” and then blew the whistle telling us “shirts
off, shoes and socks off. Those are the rules, were playing by. We don’t want
to give those boys anything regarding that Eric has wrestled before. If he
dressed in wrestling gear we would lose our surprise advantage. Bishop Sakes
and Mr. Tomas took a seat on the bench. As Mr. Brady had the boys draw straws
who was going first.
I started with Stan and worked my way down as they timed me how long it took to
pin me or them. If they pinned me we had to do it again as Mr. Brady worked me
into shape. The last bell rang and started for the door after taking a cold
drink of water. Having Mr. Brady call me back asking me where I was going. I
said. “Kickboxing practice sir.”
He looked at me as if I had said the stupidest thing and said. “Son, get back
on that mat, it’s been canceled due to the fight. “Your coach has 300 large
riding on you,” I gasped and made my way back as he said. “Let’s start again.
This time give me something that says if you mess with me you better run. Now
stop being nice and kill.” I gave my best friend my best tiger stare and took
the bull by the horns until they couldn’t touch me. Then it was the men’s turn
as I learned a few new tricks. I was beat; I was exhausted as I made my way to
the showers.
My brothers were waiting for me as Adam came home with me again; with the rest
of my best friends riding in the back of my truck; Thinking about that nice big
tub and the Jets beating against our bodies. I walked in the door dragging beat
and sore as sat down removing my shoes and adding them to our pile.
Dad came in the back kitchen door dressed only in a pair of shorts with a
whistle around his neck said “Good, your home, and even better we have fresh
meat; and you boys can help me bring up the mat from the basement and set it
up on the back lawn. We are going to make damn sure my son kicks their butt
tomorrow. My coworkers and friends have 700 dollars riding on him to beat those
boys into a bloody pulp.” Dad smiled seeing our tired faces as we groaned and
said, “Breaks over boys, no Bath,
and no massage until I know for sure that we are going to win.”
Jared and Jason set up chairs and were in charge as water boys also only
dressed in a pair of shorts. Mom had us put our Shirts and our socks into the
washroom to be washed. She would have taken our shorts as well but this was no
time to be a true nudist. Even though she did consider it having Dad says “He
won’t be naked wresting tomorrow dear. And we have guests coming for dinner and
moral support.”
It was almost an hour later when everything was set up and the girls showed up
to be our cheerleaders. Now that perked us up as we watched those naked breasts
bounce up down only wearing cheerleader skirts, it perked more than our spirits
up.
Shawn and Arthur still weren’t aroused and the only ones naked other then their
shaming robe as Dad had them set up the long tables on the back lawn and set
the table for dinner; Mom kept having the girls dancing around Shawn and Arthur
rubbing their breast against them or kiss them forcing them to play with their
breasts, but getting nothing but bored stares until they saw us rolling on the
mat on the lawn in a pair of gym shorts. It was the only thing that got them
aroused. Rest of us boys had no problem with huge tents in their shorts,
watching our cheerleaders.
We wrestled until we couldn’t stand up straight, having Dad call a long time
out so we could rest and get ready for dinner. Mom requires us to be modestly
dressed in clean shirts it didn’t matter if we ate outside or not. It was her
rules and her house. Shawn and Arthur had already been fed and were sent
downstairs to their room being warned if they weren’t working on homework when
Dad checked on them they would be sorry. As he waited for them to say “Yes, sir
or yes Dad.”
Mom had us, boys, help bring out the food when the doorbell rang Mom quickly
checked making sure everyone was decent before answering the door, she wouldn’t
have bothered if they came through the back door or came around the side of the
house.
Mom looked through the keyhole and grumbled. “I told her to come through the
back door.” Mom quickly opened the door and put on a happy face and said.
“Please come right in Mrs. and Mr. Tomas.”
Having Mrs. Tomas says. “Please me call me Victoria and you have already met my
husband Martin. After all, we're going to be very close friends now aren’t we
dear?”
Mrs. Victoria Tomas, Adams and his two sisters Samantha and Christy’s mother
was the striking image of her two daughters with long blond hair just cut below
her shoulders and green eyes and a little shorter then the rest of her family
which said they got their height from their father, standing an average height
of 5 foot 6 compared to their 5 foot 8 or 9 in their bare feet as she quickly
removed her shoes before Mom even had to say anything, most likely been told
beforehand by her daughters or it was a stander rule in their house as well.
Mom all ways says it makes people more at home when they are not wearing shoes,
other than the fact she doesn’t like outside dirt being tracked on to her
pristine creamy white carpets. Mom was Mom and that’s all that really mattered.
The moment she came into the house her daughters greeted her with a kiss on the
cheek, now modest. Causing her mother to ask her daughters and her husband, “I
thought you said they were nudist dear.” Looking at us fully dressed in shorts
and shirts even Mom and Dad were fully dressed as well as my brothers and that
included Jonathan already lifting up his shirt having Jason telling him no that
we have guest, seeing the hurt in his eyes not understanding why when were
usually always naked and it wasn’t if any of my friends weren’t used to the
fact that we were.
Mom said. “We are nudist it’s just that I have everyone dress for dinner, and
we never sure how people will react when it’s their first time in our home.”
She said leading them into the living room, having them take a seat on the
coach. While she quickly made the introductions as we took spots either on the
couch or the floor of the living room. The only ones not present were Shawn and
Arthur.
Victoria said. “Pish Posh. My
husband and my family have traveled to foreign countries and spent many times
in bathhouses, so a little nudity is nothing new to us, dear. Besides, we both
have read your sons papers and your contracts. I’m assuming my husband has given
them to you even though I had some reservations about my daughters joining your
little club, but we haven’t exactly made friends easily when we arrived due to
the fact there seems to be stigma of bad news about you and your friends you
mingle with; that we have been told by some that you are all pagan or devil worshipers.
“Yet my husband and I have taught our children not to prejudge anyone by rumors
alone, but learn the truth for themselves, after all, people are known to be
quite cruel when they don’t have all the facts or understand things that or a
contradiction to their own lifestyle.”
Mom said she and Dad hadn’t received them as yet considering we have seen him
since last night. Watching her roll her eyes and said. “Dear, I told you to
make sure they had them before we come barging in like a couple of fools. Now
we have embarrassed them and it was my intention not too when you said it
yourself that when you saw our boy Adam at school today that he was the
happiest boy alive because he has found friends willing to accept him
regardless of his minutiae problem.
“Unlike those cursed Mormonites turning their backs on us in Texas
because of what happened to our daughters when it was their boys that did it to
them in the first place? Thee years we have suffered prosecution and until we
couldn’t stand it any longer, hoping with a new start here that we would find
people such as these caring and loving people, hoping the rumors were not true.
Finding out the Rothwell’s and their friends are not the people, people they
say they are.
“Like that abomination Crawford and his cronies nearly raping our son and
trying to get him to do unspeakable things. Telling us God and his people here
are on the path of true enlightenment so stoned and out of their minds thinking
we don’t know they were on drugs seeing the tracks on their arms and their eyes
so afraid of the sunlight they covered their windows with dark curtains to
avoid the light, find empty beer and alcohol bottles in their bushes. So filled
with hatred the moment someone mentions their name; Calling them blasphemers
and rapist and devil worshipers. Now either hand them their contracts or I will
make you run home and get them,” watching her husband run outside to his car
bringing in his briefcase.
“I am sorry if we embarrassed you fine people, but it makes me so angry when I
think about how cruel people are, well you get my point. I am here and my
families here so we will just pretend that we didn’t have this conversation. It
was not our intention to make you feel uncomfortable regarding your lifestyle
that you and your family have been raised in. My husband and I are a little
shyer than our children when it comes to meeting new people seeing us without
our clothes on.
“To be honest we quickly run from the changing room in the bathhouse and leave
the towel or robe at the side of the tub as we quickly slip into the water
hoping nobody saw us. As you have most likely noticed I am little on the heavy
side compared to my two beautiful daughters and yourself. And my husband I
don’t see a lot of the sun because of our jobs.
“So please forgives us if we… how did you put it, Christy…”
Christy said. “Sharing ourselves Mom.”
“Yes that it, if we hastate sharing ourselves with you. Now please don’t hide
yourselves because of us after all we are going to be very good friends.” Mr.
Tomas quickly knocked on the front door finding it locked. Mom giggles as she
got up to let him back and apologized telling him that we usually keep this
door locked at all times as he noticed the camera and the lights nearly
blinding him as if he was a criminal escaping from prison.
He quickly removed his shoes once more finding his big toe sticking out of the
hole of his sock. Mom didn’t say anything and pretend not to notices as his
wife giggled as she noticed it, causing us all to laugh. Making him blush as he
quickly took his seat on the coach removing his socks and rolled them up trying
to recover from the blush hiding behind his briefcase as he opened and took out
the three contracts, that Dad had him sign last night with both their signature
and a fourth paper stating that Adam had recently been seen by a doctor for
school.
Having Mrs. Tomas stating, “my husband and I have talked it over with our
daughters and have decided why and the hell not, its not like they haven’t been
doing it anyway back in Texas, Yet what really made up our minds was the fact
you practice safe sex and have rules stating clearly of all things we believe
in. Safe sex, no drugs, no alcohol and no smoking of any kind and other things
we highly approve of. Making them sign a contract stating they are going to
follow these rules, something binding. They can’t get out of, so easily.”
Dad quickly looked through the documents finding all the signatures he needed
that would stand up in a court of law that all parties are giving their
consensual permission to participate and to keep our secrets among our group of
friends. Dad handed them to Adam so he could read them and add his signature
right below his sisters and his parents. While Dad picked up two more contracts
one for each of his Daughters as Adam signed his name passing the pin to his
Dad and his mother. They quickly signed them without reading them considering
it was the same contract as Adams to join my little club
of friends.
Once they were signed Mom had Adam and his sister stand against the wall and
took their pictures for their membership cards as their father made out the
check to pay for their membership fee, and handing it to Dad, having him say. “Now
that we got that out away, my wife and I would very much like to see this
famous tub room of yours and we are all starving after a very long day.” Dad
nodded and stood up and gave them a grand tour while Mom us finished the last
of the things for dinner as we put it on the table outside.
Mom refused any help from Adams Mom and Dad, telling them she had all the help
she needed referring to us as we took out the food and put on the table, having
his Mom and Dad motion Adam forward. His Mom said. “Now after hearing your
father tell me how good you look after Mrs. Rothwell and her son Eric has taken
care of our little problem I am been dieing to see all of you my son.”
Adam looked at me and my friends then nodded as he removed his shirt so his
mother could see how baby smooth he was, only hesitated when she said. “Son I
said all of you. She said standing against the wall of the dining room and
said. “No reason to be shy son in front of your friends or Mrs. Rothwell now is
there?” He shook his head and swallowed a couple of times and closed his eyes
as he lowered his shorts and boxers to his ankle having his mother turn him
slowly around so she and his Dad could get a good look at him; his mother
kicking his shorts to the side to prevent him from tripping over them.
All she said was. “Son, we need to work on that tan.” She hugged him feeling
his smooth butt and his back as he groaned telling her he couldn’t breathe;
having her giggle and hugging him tighter. She released him as he quickly
grabbed his shorts and was about to put them back on when his mother took them
out of his hands and tossed them across the kitchen. She said. “No more hiding
son, I want you too hang your head high and never feel ashamed what God has
given you.” She smacked him on the butt motioning me forward.
She pulled me into a hug nearly squeezing me to death and kissed me on the head
and said. “Thank you, you have no idea how hard has been for my son Adam to
find a friend like you.” Then told me and my friends either we take them off or
she was going to do it for us, said, “I am not going sit here another damn
minute watching you be uncomfortable when there is no needed to be in your own
home.”
All we boys looked at Mom and she nodded and said. “Well, what are waiting for
boys a private invitation?”
Having them say “yes ma’am.”
Mom handed them a basket from washer room and passed it around as we quickly
stripped down to our skin. Having Mrs. Tomas hand the basket to her husband and
crossed her arms, watching him blush telling her. “You first dear.” Thinking
she wouldn’t and he would get out of it.
Mom rolled her eyes and quickly said. “Victoria
may I?” As he gasps as his wife gave her permission. We watched as Mom ripped
open his shirt sending the buttons flying across the room while his wife undid
his pants, watching them and his boxers fall to his ankles. He blushed bright
red covering his very hairy crotch.
Mom handed the basket to his wife and said. “As a nudist, we are all built
different none of us or built like supermodels. We both have breasts and we
both have inside plumbing, we all crap, we all fart and we all pee. God made us
all in his image. We were taught for an early age that being naked means
nothing more than showing our true selves. Shaking off our worldly masks and
show proudly what God has given to us.”
Mom and Dad quickly removed their clothes as she waited for Adams
mother to either insult us or join us. She blushed as she made her decision,
adding hers to the pile. Mom placed the basket of clothes into the washroom to
be washed. And brought out a waist robe for Mr. Tomas and full robe for his
wife and handing them to them and said. “Just until you feel more comfortable
and we groom you after supper.”
Personally I don’t know what she was complaining about she wasn’t even close to
how heavy my mother used to be before she had surgery known as a tummy tuck and
she had lost most of her weight since then, she might have been maybe 50 or 60
pounds if that at the time and has maintained her diet and kept it off, until
she slacked off after she moved to California to live with my sister Susan.
Making her leave her life behind or never see her grandchildren like I said it
was either them or us.
So what Mrs. Tomas wasn’t skinny like a supermodel? Adams
mother looked hot and sexy in our opinion and I told her so and the rest of
boys agreed making her blush. I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek and
thanked her for sharing her true self with us, and did the same to his Dad
having the rest of my friends do the same. And to think it really used to
bother me hugging someone being naked, more so girls and women.
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