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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 didnt 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 wouldnt have to live through loosing someone I loved. I think thats 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 didnt 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 dont want to clean up behind them. The equestrian center kept the farm afloat but didnt leave much for food for the table. Thats 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. ------------- 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. Its supposed to be organized and supervised by the booster club, but its 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 dont 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 dont 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. Keiths folks have several horses at our center and the booster club is supposed to supervise. I knew that Lee, Kens brother would probably be the only adult there but I didnt 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 thats 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 cant take a week of being a punching bag for Keith just because I like to sing and dont 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 cant come. Keith says. Just then Wayne walks up and says, Thats a good idea. Lets 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 dont 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 Jonathans crotch they are headed to Keiths 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 isnt 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