Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2008 15:35:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: MikeyAndBilly ... Chapter Four;

All the regular warnings and instructions as to who should and should not
read this are in full force. I do not condone sexual activity between
adults and under-aged persons or any other illegal relationships. I also do
not support adults trying to train youth to make certain choices for the
benefit of the adult's own pleasure. I do advocate for youth to be who they
choose to be without being persecuted for their own decision. I do not say
whether their decision is right or wrong for everyone ... but for
themselves ... that is their personal business!

We left off:

What if someone said that every one of you was queer, just because you got
hard-ons while wrestling an opponent on the mats? Tell me that never
happens! Again...Bull-shit! I'm turning every one of you guys' names into
Mr. Jacobs, and we'll see what he feels is the correct action to take. I'm
too mad to decide right now! You guys get dressed and get your butts out'a
my sight! Tim ... you come with me to the nurse's office."

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(((By the way, I just discovered a problem with the first three chapters,
so I am going to officially change the name of the other member of the
football team that gives Billy so much trouble. Since Mr. J's first name is
Frank ... to avoid future mix-ups, the kid's name now is Freddie. Here's
Freddie's stats, too. They might cum in `hand-y' *S* ...

Freddie Collins -- The other guy who did NOT get to be the quarterback on
Billy's team; still a freshman ... second year (flunked out last year);
angry at Billy; 15yrs old like Mikey; knew Mikey in scouts a few years
back; 5'8" tall, 170 lbs; a powerhouse in small package; works out a lot to
handle football spot better; usually dresses toward `goth'; drk. brn. hair
w/ thin bangs just above eyebrows; green eyes; rascally grin and dancing
eyes; still totally smooth, except for a few facial hairs not yet needing
to be shaved; has a cock that is very average in thickness, but has reached
7.5" in length and could still grow;))) PS: The next chapter will defiitely
have more sex in it. PROMISE!!

Mikey and Billy Cum of Age Chapter Four

      "Yes, Sir! ...  (Coach helps Timmy off the floor) ... "Oh GOD! Coach!
I hurt so fuckin' bad!"

      "Then lay back down ... now! Where do you hurt, Tim?"

      "Right here, just under my left rib!  And it hurts clear to my left
shoulder! I feel awful weak, too."

      "Dang, Tim ... you look pale ... I'll call the nurse to come
here. Just take it easy, kid. If this is from those ass holes who gave you
trouble, I'll have them in Juvie by sunset! This pisses me off no end!"

The nurse rushes to the gym area locker room, She immediately checks Tim's
pulse, which feels a bit weak to her, so she calls 911 for an EMT and
ambulance ... stat! ...

      "Nurse Hammond? What do you think it is?"

      "Well, Coach Howard ... It's my guess that this young man has a
spleen injury of some sort. I'm not sure whether there's internal bleeding
or not, but we cannot afford to take much time finding out."

      "Yeah, I kind'a thought as much; seen it on the football field a few
times; DAMN! Last one required a CT scan and a hospital stay, and the
player was out for weeks, and lost the entire season's playing time. Uh
... Tim? Just what all did those guys do to you before I came into the
area?"

      "They kicked me while I was down on the floor ... more than once,
too! I felt like they bruised me and stuff...but when I tried to get up
... well, you saw ... Shit!  I'm getting dizzy ... feel like I gotta puke!
Coaaa... (Passed out!)

The ambulance arrived, and the EMT team almost flew into the locker
room. They asked about the causes and the symptoms, and then without a
second to spare, put Tim on a gurney and rolled him to the ambulance and
drove off. By then, half the school kids were on the sidewalks watching the
incident. Mr. Jacobs came over to Coach Howard ...

      "Well, Charlie ... fill me in!"

      "Frank ... that was Timothy Woodland. Seems like a few of the
wrestling team guys decided that he might be doin' gay shit, because of the
friends he keeps, and they attacked him; got him on the floor, and kicked
the shit out'a him. Nurse Hammond and I both figured they damaged his
spleen ... so we called for the EMT's. I have a list of their names for
you, but it made me so mad I decided to send them out before I killed the
little shit heads all by myself!"

      "Peninsula Hospital has the best pediatric unit in the state, so
we'll find out quickly. Bring that list to my office in the morning,
Charlie ... I'm heading to the hospital to see what all I can find
out. Then I'll have to make a few phone calls to inform family and friends
of the facts, so they don't fret over the rumor mill."

      "Uh...Mr. Jacobs, Sir?"

      "Oh yes, Bill ... I'm in a hurry. What do you need, if you can make
it quick!"

      "Uh ...Sir? Was that our friend Tim? We didn't get a good visual, but
it kind'a looked like it could have been."

      "Sorry, Bill, but yes it was. He's on the way to the hospital, and so
am I. I can tell you more later when I get the medical exam reports."

      "Scuse me...but that ain't fuckin' enough! Take me with you,
Sir...please! I gotta be with Timmy...he ain't got no one else!"

      "Alright, but hurry! You can call your house with my cell phone on
the way and tell them you're with me. I need to ask you a couple questions
anyway. This will save time, and give me some ammunition if I need it,
too. Hop in!"

Billy calls to Mrs. G's and explains what's going on. She promises to tell
Mikey when he gets home from his extra-curricular activity at the `Y'
because Billy didn't remember right away why Mikey wasn't outside the
school to see it in the first place. She gives Billy permission to stay
with Mr. Jacobs as long as necessary. Billy passes that info on to Mr. J.,
and asks what he wants to know ...

      "Well, Bill ... seems like the wrestling guys thought Tim was being
gay, and they creamed him; simple as that! Now ... is Timmy really gay?"

      "Honestly, Sir ... I'm not sure if he really is, or just has feelings
he doesn't understand yet; but he says he is! He is our friend, and he
wants to help get the club started ... you probably already know that,
since he's chatted with all of us already.  But Sir? I'm sure Tim wouldn't
perv the team members. That sure wasn't his purpose in becoming
statistician for the squad. He wanted to get to know Coach Howard, and then
ask him if he'd consider being a club sponsor...that's all! Uh ... did the
guys say anything about Joey when they...uh...ganged up on Timmy?"

      "That I don't know yet, Billy. But I sure will ask the coach, and Tim
too, when he's able to talk with me. That could be very significant!"

      "Able to talk???  Uh ... what's that mean?"

      "Billy ... son ... Tim passed out just before the ambulance team took
him away. I'm just hoping he doesn't stay in a coma, or have severe damage
to his spleen. I'm sorry to tell you this, but if you're going to stay with
me a while, you need to be prepared for whatever we discover when we arrive
at the hospital. Can you handle it?"

      "Mr. J., ... for Timmy's sake, I'll be a rock if I have to! I lost
Joey already...I ain't gonna lose Timmy too! Jeesh, ... I love him almost
like a brother ... I gotta give him my strength to hang on and get well!  I
just haft'a!"

      "Well, if it's any help ... with what you just said, I can just about
promise you that Coach Howard will sponsor the club. He is so upset that
these boys used an excuse that the kid could be gay to cream him ... he's
ready to kill the whole bunch of them for picking on the little man...and
as a group besides. He's always taught his wrestlers to respect others, and
especially to be fair in picking physical battles."

Billy sat quietly the rest of the trip across PG/Carmel hill (The Holman
Highway) to the hospital. He fought off tears ... well, wiping them away
quickly, anyway! By the time they arrived, he was ready to face whatever
... for his friend, and with him, too.

When Mr. Jacobs found the charge nurse in ER, and explained who he was, she
told him that Tim definitely had spleen damage and internal
bleeding. However, it seemed that it would be possible to treat it without
a full splenectomy if they could get the bleeding to stop soon. She did say
that Tim needed a transfusion of blood to replenish what he'd lost, but
that he had not fallen into a coma, so that things were beyond the worst
because of the quick thinking of the school staff.

When Mr. Jacobs informed Billy of what he heard, Billy immediately offered
to give Timmy his blood ...

      "I don't know, Bill ... there's permission from your foster mother,
and we don't even know if your blood type is the same as Tim's."

      "Then let's find out! I wanna help!"

      "The hospital probably has a supply of blood to give him, Bill. Easy,
Man. I know you mean well, but ..."

      "But, nothin'! Ask `em! I don't want him to get anyone else's blood
if mine will work! Please, Mr. J., please ask!"

So, Mr. Jacobs does ask the charge nurse about the entire blood situation,
and mentions just how serious Billy is about the matter. The nurse comes to
see Billy, and takes a finger prick sample just to cross-check
types. Meanwhile, Mr. J. calls Mrs. G., and explains the same to her. She
gives verbal permission, and promises to come to the hospital as soon as
Mikey arrives home ... and sign whatever paperwork necessary to allow Billy
to do what his heart was set on.

It just so happens that both boys have the same A+ blood type, so when
Mr. J. lets the nurse know about getting the parental approval, she takes
Billy into the ER and places him on a gurney right next to Timmy ... who
now is awake and looking over toward Billy with fear all over his
face. Billy looks right into Timmy's eyes, and says ...

      "Timmy ... You're gonna make it, `cause you're gonna get my blood to
help you fight! Understand ... fight, Man! We got too much to do together
for you to cave in `cause of those bastards! Hear me?"

      "You'd do that for me, Billy? No one's ever ever done anything like
this for me! I ... I ... (sobbing now...) I'll fight! I promise! God, Billy
... I love you! Hell, I don't care who knows it now!"

Then Timmy falls asleep. Billy gets worried that something bad happened,
but the nurse tells him that she had given Timmy a sedative to make him
rest and not feel the pain for a while...as she hooked the two boys
together with transfusion equipment ...

      "Nurse? Uh ... maybe this can't be done, but ... any chance I can
stay in his room with him so he ain't all alone? I know he's scared ... a
lot scared! We're practically brothers ... honest!"

      "All I can do is ask the Doctor in charge; no promises, but I will
ask."

      "Thanks!  Uh...Whoa ... all of a sudden my head just got light! I'm
spinning a little bit!"

      "I have some orange juice here. Drink it and see if it helps. You
probably haven't given blood before, right?"

      "No Ma'am, I've always had this thing against needles! I passed out
with a flu shot the first time I got one of those!"

      "Then why did you insist on giving blood?"

      "Hell, Ma'am ... he's my Timmy! It wasn't a choice thing! I had to!"

      "I understand! There...all done. I'll take the needles out now. You
lay there and rest. I'll let you know when your mother gets here."

Meanwhile, Mrs. G. arrives with Mikey at her side, and he is asking about
both boys! Mr. J. tells them both all the details, including that Billy is
finished giving Timmy blood, and is resting as well at Timmy's side. The
nurse comes to them, and hands Mrs. G. the papers she needs to sign, and
then mentions the request that Billy made about staying with Timmy. What
she found out though was that Timmy would be in intensive care for a few
days to be watched very closely so that the spleen won't receive further
damage, and that all internal bleeding was stopped. So, until Timmy was
transferred from ICU to a private room, he could not have visitors stay for
more than 15 minutes at a time. Mrs. G. said she'd explain that to Billy,
and take him home until things changed.

Mr. J. kept trying to reach Timmy's family, but to no avail. Mikey piped up
and told Mr. J. that he may not find the parents at all ...

      "You see, Mr. J., uh ... Timmy's mom ran off with some guy at her
office a while back, and his dad sort'a plays the field with several ... uh
... `pros', if you get my drift. He figures Timmy is old enough to take
care of himself while daddy goes elsewhere for his fun and
games. Sometimes, Timmy says his dad don't come home for days at a time,
and then he stinks of booze and pot! I guess that's why Timmy's so glad to
have made friends with me and Billy. Maybe I shouldn't say this part, but
if it will help ... that's also probably why Timmy isn't interested in
girls! Don't say I told you that part, though...please!"

      "I promise, Mike. That's between you and me. But, yes...it does help
a great deal. But now, I need to contact CPS to get permission to continue
helping Tim until I can at least find his father."

      "Mom ... did you hear that? What if CPS yanks Timmy away from his
dad? MOM ...???"

      "Look, Mikey Dear, we already have Billy. My other rooms need to be
saved for paying guests. We do have a business to run!"

      "But Mom, Timmy is mine and Billy's business! He could share one of
our rooms ... you'd still have guest space. God, Mom ... when Timmy gets
out'a here...we can't just leave him to float around in places he don't
know no one!"

      "But Son, CPS has rules about private rooms and a lot of other
things...I just don't know!"

       "Just say you'll ask ... it's important ... real important for Timmy
to recover!"

      "Alright, I will at least ask the authorities if there's a
chance. But, Son ... if it's no, I can't help it! Understood?"

      "Thanks, Mom ... you're the greatest!"

      "Mike?"

      "Yes, Mr. J.?"

      "Tell you what ... if CPS says no to your mother's inquiry, what if I
ask them if Tim can live at my place. My son is grown and gone now, and I
surely have gained a lot of understanding as to how young men feel as they
struggle with issues. That way, you and Bill would always be welcome to
visit Tim, and he'd be with someone who cared as well."

      "Mr.J., ... don't tell no one at school I did this, but ... (Big
Hug!) ... yes! YES!"

At that point in time, the Doctor comes out to the waiting room and asks to
explain things to Tim's parents. Mr. J. lays out the problem to him, and
asks to be told everything, since he is going to oversee things until the
correct actions are put into place, whatever they may be. The Doctor then
explains what is going to happen next ...

      . for the next 6 weeks,
            no contact sports, rough play, wrestling, gym classes, diving,
bike riding,
            weight lifting or running;
      . he can attend school, walk, do light housework, and careful
swimming;
      . a follow up evaluation with a CT scan to prove healing and no
further blood
             loss; and a new decision as to what continues and what changes
as far as
             activities are concerned;
      . if there is any pain during the 6-week period, contact Pediatric
Services Stat!

Then they are informed that Timmy has been transferred to ICU, and that
Billy is on his way out to meet them, and the Dr. leaves. Of course, when
Billy asks about staying, and Mrs. G. tells him why he can't, he was quite
bothered, but knew that a fuss couldn't change hospital policy. So the
three left for home as Mr. Jacobs called CPS before leaving for his own
home.

The next morning, Coach Howard was waiting at the office when Mr. Jacobs
arrived. Mr. J. brought `Coach' up to speed, and asked for the list of
names. The list contained 5 names of the best wrestlers the school had;
three Seniors and two Juniors.  Coach made the remark that he didn't care
if he lost every meet of the season; he wanted these five to get the book
thrown at them ...

      "Coach Howard, I tend to agree ... but we need to take care of this
with the least amount of publicity. We can't start a riot among the
natives. These are good students, and have a huge following of the student
body. Yes, we must discipline them ... and strongly ... but still keep
peace as much as we can."

      "Look, Frank ... I'll go with whatever you suggest, but this poison
has to be drained, or the entire school will croak. It's all about lack of
tolerance and fear of the unknown. Hell... it's all over gay stuff! These
young kids like Tim, and maybe even Mike and Bill are victims; even if what
is being said about them is false...it's believed. It's a cancer! If
there's anything I can do to stop it all, I'm ready...no matter what it
costs! I've seen too many things over the years to close my eyes to it any
longer. Any ideas?"

      "Glad you asked, Charlie! There certainly is something you can
do. (He explains the club and what has to happen to get it started) So, if
you meant what you just said ... how about offering to be the faculty
sponsor? No one who knows your reputation will ever question your
motives. You carry a lot of weight with our students. Personally, I know of
no one else that could carry it off so positively. How about it, Charlie?"

      "I'll do it, Frank! You can tell Bill and Mike I'm ready to help,
that is if we find a lady to help with the girls that want to take
part.. But I also need to do something else, with your permission ..."

      "And that would be?"

      "If I find out that any of these five wrestlers had a part in killing
Joey Matthews ... can I proceed with getting legal action against the ones
involved?"

      "Charlie ... if you discover that, I'll go with you to the
authorities, with no reservations! I just hope that it won't be
necessary. But I have enough guts to do it if it turns out that way. For
now, nothing mentioned to the students, except that I will tell our duo
that the club is a `go'. They need to take it from there, but with our full
support. Clear?"

      "You bet! I better get to classes. I'll get back to you after I've
talked to my five!"

Mr. J. looked over the list, and shuttered at the names ...

      . Joseph Martin -- Student Body President, Senior;
      . Rusty Anderson -- Home Coming King Candidate, Senior;
      . Kevin Thompson -- Wrestling Squad Captain, Senior;
      . Steve Lowell -- Debate Team Trophy Winner, 2 yrs running, Junior;
      . Willis Kent -- Junior Class Sergeant at Arms for Student Council;

Mr. J. was totally taken back over the fact that these were such good
student leaders, and that their wide influence on the entire campus might
either cause a revolution or be the instrument for revision of student
relations, depending on just how he and the coach handled the next couple
of days. He almost fell back into his office chair as he felt the impact of
the entire situation before him.

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End of Chapter Four