Team Effort


By: jrun ([email protected] )

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TEAM EFFORT

Hello.   I am Evan and this is my story.   Actually the story is 
not all mine, it took a real team effort.   But first a little 
background.

I was born in Santa Monica California but I grew up in a small 
rural town.   Years ago Burley was a rural farming community.   
Farming was tough then and my grandfather really needed help.   So 
when I was 5 my family moved back to my grandfathers farm outside 
town.   

I remember the good times helping my grandfather with the 
animals.   That was the time when grandpa and I could talk about 
most anything.   I became close to my grandfather.   Each morning 
and evening the cows needed to brought in for milking but I 
especially liked the spring with the new calves, they are cute, 
kinda like giant puppies.   

Then my grandmother died.   My grandfather started going down hill 
and by the time I was 9 the job of tending the animals was all 
mine.   That included castrating the new calves.   At the time I 
didn’t realize just how hot that was, but I did ask grandpa what 
its like to be castrated.   He told me maybe I should be castrated 
so I wouldn’t have to live through loosing someone I loved.   I 
think that’s the day I began to want it.

Then three weeks before my 11th birthday my grandfather died.   
Loosing granddad hit my dad hard and the struggle to keep the farm 
going didn’t help.   We nearly lost it all until the new freeway 
opened.   Suddenly Burley was only an hour and a half away from the 
big city and Burley became the bedroom community for the upper tier 
executives.

Dad took out one more mortgage and built an equestrian center and 
horse barn by the interchange.   Those big city dudes spend lots of 
money to keep their horses but don’t want to clean up behind 
them.   The equestrian center kept the farm afloat but didn’t leave 
much for food for the table.   That’s when we moved into Burley and 
my dad took a job in the big city.   That took him away from home a 
lot and left mom to run the center.   It also left me with time for 
play at the old barn.   And play I did.   I banded when I was at 
the barn and imagined what it would be like to be a steer.    

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I am now almost 16, and that brings me to my story.   Since I am 
too small I am the equipment boy for the football team at Burley 
high.   Oh well, at least the equipment boys get to letter at 
BHS.   Thanks to the boosters club (very exclusive) the team has 
lots of money.   Every year the players have a week-long retreat 
during break.   It’s supposed to be organized and supervised by the 
booster club, but it’s easier to spend money instead of time.   

One afternoon a few weeks before the retreat, Keith, the team 
captain says “hey Evan, your folks have an old barn and bunk house 
out on the farm don’t they?”

“Yes” I say wondering why the richest kid in town is suddenly 
interested in me.   Keith is used to getting his way and making all 
the decisions for the team.   And I was just one of the tools he 
used.

“Well” Keith says “my fathers executive committee is coming into to 
town for a confidential meeting and our house is not available for 
the retreat.   We are using your place instead.”

“I don’t know” I start to say but Keith is in my face.    “Make it 
happen butt head” is all he says as he walks away.

Convincing my folks, it turned out, was not as hard as I thought.   
Keith’s’ folks have several horses at our center and the booster 
club is supposed to supervise.   I knew that Lee, Ken’s brother 
would probably be the only adult there but I didn’t tell my folks 
that.   At 22, Lee is just out of the army medical corps.   Ken is 
a lineman, big and the loud mouth on the team about the girls.

Then things got complicated a few days before the retreat.   After 
practice Keith walks up with his little brother in tow and is in my 
face again.   With a “butt head” he informs me “the twirp is 
coming, we are going to teach him what it is to be a man and YOU 
are going to make accomidations”.   

“My name is Jonathan” the kid tries to say, but Keith cuts him off 
“Father said you are coming and that’s what will happen.   Were 
gonna teach you not to be a sissy” as he smacks the kid in the head.

I know Jonathan, he is 12.   He and his two friends come for a ride 
home after choir practice three days a week.   He is a cute kid 
with a lot of talent, he sings like an angel.   His brother treats 
him like shit, and from what Keith had just said I guessed his 
father did as well.   

When Keith hits him he sees stars.    Not again, Jonathan thinks, I 
can’t take a week of being a punching bag for Keith just because I 
like to sing and don’t want to bully every one in sight.   I gotta 
do something.   

When his best friends, Kenneth and Patrick walk up Jonathan gets an 
idea.   “Keith, can Kenneth and Patrick come?”   

“Hell no, your sissy assed friends can’t come.” Keith says.

Just then Wayne walks up and says, “That’s a good idea.   Let’s 
bring my queer faced brother.   I am tired of him acting like a 
wimp.”

“You think young Patricia here should come on a mans retreat, she 
sings so pretty” Keith says.

When Kenneth and Patrick say they don’t want to come, Wayne slaps 
Patrick in the mouth and its decided, the three queers will be 
coming as an object lesson for the team.   

Keith turns to me and says, “Butt head here will make the 
accommodations.   And Oh by the way my brother Brian will be 
joining us.”   Then with a swift kick to Jonathan’s crotch they are 
headed to Keith’s car.

Just great I thought.    Three kids at the retreat, just how can I 
explain that?   Keith has no consideration for anyone.   His 
brother Brian isn’t much better, he is 19 and spends his time 
partying on his fathers money.   They are both pricks, how Id like 
to nut them both.   Little did I know Id get my wish.   

Well I had to handle the accommodations, and I did. by not telling 
my folks.

TO BE CONTINUED

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