All Prepared for the Boys: Part Five

Two years before blond-haired Larry and his friends Calvin and
Johnny entered their freshman year at Jefferson High,
a terrible crime had been committed that was instrumental in forming
the Gay/Straight Alliance at Jefferson High School. This is the story
of the devoted relationship that developed during their sophmore year
between Jason Conrad and Kurt Muller, the captain of the football team,
and the senior classman who had invited Larry Stockmann to be the
bait on the first Fairy Hunt of the school year. 

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Jason Conrad and Kurt Muller had been close friends since their 
sophomore year at Jefferson High School. Although Kurt was 100% 
straight and Jason 100% gay, and although this was common 
knowledge among the student body, their friendship had brought 
about a positive atmosphere ever since they jointly founded the 
Gay/Straight Alliance of Jefferson High School in their junior year.

An event of painful memories to everyone concerned had created this 
friendship. During the autumn session of their sophomore year, a 
horrendous crime had been committed only a mile from their school. 
Kurt’s first cousin Terry, who was a mentally challenged boy of ten 
years old, had been riding his bike on a trail in the nearby State Park. 
It was 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning in late October. Since it was a 
very chilly morning, the area of the park where Terry was riding his 
bike was deserted, or so it seemed. He often took this deep woods 
trail since it was a shortcut to his cousin Kurt’s house, where he liked 
to visit with Kurt, who would take him out to the zoo or other 
interesting places.

As Terry was slowly pedaling up the steepest part of the trail, a man 
wearing a ski masked jumped out from behind a huge oak tree to the 
right of Terry, pushing the bike and Terry over into a ravine on the left 
side of the trail.  Terry, still on his bike had roughly slid sidewise about 
halfway down the steep ravine when the masked man reached him. 

Pulling Terry’s body off of his bike, the masked man dragged the boy 
the rest of the way down the ravine. Here the ten-year-old was 
punched repeatedly in the face as he tried to escape. His nose had 
been broken and both his lips split open and eyes blackened. Blood 
was running out of his broken nose and also from his lacerated lips. 
The boy had also been kicked in the stomach and was lying, gasping 
for air face up on the ground. It was then that the masked man 
brutally stripped off all his clothing. Then, turning the boy over, the 
heavy-set man, forcing the boy’s blood-covered face down into the 
dirt, lay his suffocating weight on Terry’s back while he proceeded to 
viciously sodomize the innocent kid.

After polluting Terry’s rectum with his boy-molesting semen, the 
masked pervert, picked up a huge rock and smashed the ankles on 
both of the boy’s feet, preventing the kid from his ability to walk. Then 
he shoved the boy’s underwear in his mouth and used Terry’s T-shirt 
to keep it in place by tying it around his head. Next he picked up lots 
and lots of fallen leaves to conceal the battered and raped boy’s body 
from the trail above. Finally, when he was confident that the 
sodomized boy would die a slow and miserable death at the bottom 
of the ravine, the pervert fled.

When Terry, who always arrived promptly at Kurt’s parents’ home 
every Saturday morning, was already an hour late, Kurt called his 
uncle to inquire when Terry had left home. His uncle told him that 
Terry had left at 7:45AM which should have brought him to Kurt’s 
house by 8:30AM. It was now 9:30AM, and Kurt called his buddies 
Greg and Lance who lived within a few streets of his home. 
Fortunately, both boys were home, and they came riding their bikes 
immediately over to meet Kurt. The three fifteen-year-olds then set 
out on their bicycles to look for Terry.

Once they reached the State Park and got on the trail, they rode very 
slowly, stopping every couple of hundred feet, to search out what was 
to the right and left of the trail. Because of this slow searching pace, it 
took them about an hour to reach the place where Terry had been 
abducted.

Lance was riding along the right side of the trail, looking down the 
ravine on his right when his eyes caught a glimmer of light shining 
from what appeared to be a piece of steel about halfway down the 
ravine. Lance parked his bike, and went to investigate on foot what 
he had just seen. As he got closer he could see that the sun was 
shining off the stainless steel front fender of a bicycle. Before he 
approached any closer, he shouted, “Kurt, Greg, I’ve found a bike 
down here. Come here, and let’s check it out.” It was only moments 
later when all three fifteen-year-olds had reached the bicycle, which 
Kurt identified as Terry’s bike. But there was no sign of Terry 
anywhere.

Kurt and his buddies were all Boy Scouts and knew how to follow a 
trail. Lance first noticed that the leaves and dirt had been disturbed 
below where Terry’s bike was. All three of them followed the line 
where Terry’s body had been dragged down to the bottom of the 
ravine.  This trail of tears led them directly to where Terry’s body lay 
covered in leaves.

“He’s got to be under this pile of leaves,” Lance shouted. Immediately 
the three of them began grabbing handfuls of dead leaves and 
chucking them off the pile. Hardly had they begun when the violated 
naked buttocks of the ten-year-old became visible. “Hurry, up!” Greg 
screamed. And in no time, the boy’s nude body was uncovered. Kurt 
went for the knot on the T-shirt wrapped around the back of Terry’s 
head, which was holding in place the underwear stuffed in the boy’s 
mouth. 

After pulling off the T-shirt wrapped round the kid’s head, Kurt said, 
“Lance, help me turn Terry on his back, real easy like.” When this had 
been done, Kurt noticed that something had been stuffed in Terry’s 
mouth and pulled it out. It was only then that Terry was overcome with 
shock. The boy’s face was all bloody from the battering he had 
received. The bleeding had stopped but Kurt could clearly see that 
the boy’s nose had been broken and his lips badly lacerated. Also, 
his black and blue eyes were puffed up. 

The boy seemed dazed, so Kurt said, “Lance, get the water bottle 
from my bike.” A moment later Kurt was holding Terry’s head at a 
sixty-degree angle with his left hand while letting the boy slowly drink 
from his plastic water bottle. This bit of reality brought the battered 
boy into full consciousness. “Kurt, something bad has happened to 
me.”

“I know, Terry,” Kurt replied. “But let’s see if you can stand up.” As 
soon as the ten-year-old began to put pressure on his ankles in an 
effort to stand up, he let out a horrible shriek. “O my God,” Greg 
exclaimed, since he was nearest to the kid’s feet, “Both of Terry’s 
ankles are broken.”

“What’s this,” Lance uttered as he noticed a huge rock with blood on 
it not far from Terry’s feet. “Someone has used this rock to smash his 
ankles. Kurt, you’ve got to let me go and get help.”

“Go right now, Lance,” Greg and I will look after Terry until you bring 
some help.”
Kurt tried to comfort his cousin as best he could. Since Terry was 
mentally challenged, Kurt knew that he was dealing with someone at 
the mental level of a seven-year-old. He cradled the upper part of the 
boy’s body in his lap and stroked his hair, and kept telling him that 
he’d soon be in a warm and safe place.

It was about a half-hour later when a medical rescue helicopter 
hovered overhead. Since there was no place to land, a harness was 
lowered holding a medic. After quickly examining the boy, the medic 
determined that he could be placed without harm in the harness and 
lifted up into the helicopter. Kurt helped the medic strap Terry into the 
harness. Then Kurt said, “Terry, I want to see you fly like a bird. Will 
you do this for me.”

“I will fly like a bird, but first kiss me Kurt.” With tears streaming down 
his eyes, Kurt kissed his little cousin on his forehead. “Now off and 
away, Terry.”

After the kidnapped and battered child had been lifted into the 
helicopter, the harness was again set down to retrieve the medic. 
This having been done, the helicopter headed for the heliport at the 
metro hospital twenty-five miles away. 

At the hospital it was discovered that the ten-year-old had been anally 
penetrated and a semen sample was retrieved from his rectum and 
given to the police for genetic analysis. The name of the victim was 
kept confidential but a full report was given to the news media in 
order to warn the public about a boy-rapist on the loose.

Kurt on learning the full extent of what had happened to his cousin 
was emotionally devastated. And two other emotionally shattering 
events followed in quick succession that changed his life forever.

A few weeks before the vicious rape of Terry, sophomore Jason 
Conrad had come out of the closet at school. This came about when 
Jason fulfilled an assignment in speech class. Every member of the 
class was to present a five minute speech regarding a social issue 
that concerned them. One girl chose to talk about Susan B. Anthony 
and the struggle women underwent to be allowed to vote. A Jewish 
boy gave a speech on the establishment of the State of Israel. An 
Irish Catholic boy talked about the “Troubles” in Northern Ireland. 

And so it went, with each student out of twenty picking a social issue 
topic that most interested him or her. Well, everything went calmly 
until Jason began his speech by saying that he attended his first Gay 
Pride Celebration and how he came out to his family. There was an 
eerie silence in the classroom but the looks that went back and forth 
amongst the students spoke volumes.  After class a few girls went up 
to Jason and told him how brave he was to have given his speech. 
The boys, however, kept their distance.

Lance and Greg happened to be in Jason’s speech class. They joked 
amongst themselves about Jason being a cock-sucker and thought it 
would be funny to have a bunch of the guys jack off into a milk bottle 
and then put it in one of the saddle bags on the back of Jason’s bike 
with the bottle labeled “Here’s you’re favorite drink, fag boy.”

This idea never came to fruition since, after they learned the full 
details about mentally challenged Terry’s rape, they were filled with 
homophobic rage instead of homophobic humor.

One day after school Lance and Greg trailed Jason as he road his 
bike home. There was a shortcut through a very large vacant parking 
lot next to an abandoned factory that Jason was accustomed to use. 
As he was midway in the vacant parking lot, Lance and Greg swept 
their bikes in front and back of Jason’s bike, cutting him off from any 
retreat.

“Get off your bike, faggot,” Lance commanded or I’ll break your 
asshole-sniffing nose.” Terrified, Jason did as he was ordered. No 
sooner was he off his bike, then Greg collared him from behind, and 
began to push the gay boy towards the abandoned factory.

Once inside the empty factory, Lance exclaimed, “It’s payback time, 
queer face.”

“What did I do?” the horrified Jason inquired of his tormentors.

“Being a faggot, that’s what you did,” Lance shouted back, “And we 
know what faggots do, so this here’s for Terry.” It only took Greg and 
Lance a few minutes to beat the shit of Jason. As they left the semi-
conscious gay boy on the cement floor, Lance said, “I think that’s one 
fag boy who won’t forget what his faggot friends did to Terry.”

When they got back to where the three bikes were, Greg said, “Let’s 
hide his bike at the other end of the factory; when that fag come to, 
he can stumble on home.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lance assented. And after hiding Jason’s bike 
behind a half-broken down wall at the other end of the factory, they 
rode off to Kurt’s house to brag about their exploit.

When they got to Kurt’s, they entered the back door without knocking 
(as was their custom) and found Kurt doing his homework at his 
student desk in his bedroom. “You’ll be proud of us, Kurt buddy, since 
we just did a payback for what happened to Terry,” Lance burst out.

“That’s right, Kurt, we fucked up that faggot Jason in the abandoned 
furniture factory off of Liberty Street. Fucked Conrad up real good, 
practically knocked out his queer brains.”

Instead of the instant praise Lance and Greg were expecting from 
Kurt, they uncomfortably noticed just how quietly he stared at the two 
of them.

After what seemed an eternity of silence to Greg and Lance, but was 
in fact only about ninety seconds, Lance blurted out, “But, Greg, we 
did it for your cousin. You know, one for all, and all for one, just like 
the Three Musketeers.”

It was then that Kurt Muller’s face turned beet-red, “You fucking 
idiots,” he shouted, “are you living in a total fantasy. That kid never 
fucked with any of us. In fact, my dear little musketeers, he happens 
to be my girlfriend’s best buddy. She told me how broken up he was 
over what happened to Terry—how he was asking the Gay 
community to help find out who the sick perv was who raped Terry. 
And now, according to what you’ve said, you’ve practically killed this 
kid?” 
 “O God,” Lance in total shock and remorse moaned, “I didn’t know, 
Kurt, O God, how I wish I’d known.”

“What’s done is done,” Kurt replied in a calmer voice, “But we three 
better undo as much of this fucked-up situation as we’re able, and 
without a moment’s hesitation. I don’t have a fucking driver’s license 
but my dad and mom are away on vacation and I’ll use the car they 
left. Now let’s hurry.”

Within a few minutes the three fifteen-year-olds had reached the 
abandoned furniture factory in Kurt’s father’s station wagon. When 
they got to where Jason was lying on the cement floor, Kurt had 
terrible flashbacks of when he had found Terry three weeks before. 
Jason’s face was covered in blood, his nose had been broken just 
like little Terry’s, both his lips had been horribly lacerated and his 
eyes were now all black and blue and puffed up from the punches 
Lance and Greg had delivered.

Kurt reached down to place his ear next to Jason’s nose. “Thank 
God, he’s breathing.” Being a Boy Scout, Kurt had brought his 
emergency medical kit. He opened it up and took out the vial of 
smelling salts and, having opened it, placed it below Jason’s nose. 
Within a few minutes Jason began to come to. 

As Jason came back into consciousness he noticed the kind look in 
Kurt’s hazel eyes. He intuitively knew that this straight man harbored 
no malice towards him. “Can you say you’re name, “Kurt softly 
asked.”

“Jason...Jason Conrad,” the battered gay boy answered. Kurt now 
realized that it was very unlikely that Jason had been brain-damaged. 
Overcome with compassion, Kurt kissed Jason on the forehead, 
saying, “My good friend, my Jason, I will help heal you myself. You 
will stay at my home, if this is alright with you.”

“Yes, I want to be with you,” the gay boy replied to the heterosexual 
male.

“Good,” Kurt responded and then to Greg and Lance he commanded, 
“Tell Jason that he has nothing to fear from you.”
Lance was the first to act. Kneeling beside the right side of Jason’s 
bloodied head, Lance proclaimed, “Jason, I am now your friend 
forever,” and, following the example of Kurt, kissed Jason on the 
forehead. It was Greg’s turn next. He also proclaimed, “Jason, I am 
now your friend forever,” and kissed him in the same fashion as Kurt 
and Lance had done.

The innocent boy was driven to Kurt’s home. After Kurt cleaned him 
up, Jason called his mother. He said that he’d been riding his bike 
when his front wheel came off, causing him to hit the pavement 
headfirst. He then said that a schoolmate called Kurt had seen the 
accident and taken him to his parents’ home. Finally, he said that Kurt 
was the same boy who had planned—and this was the most honest 
lie of them all—on helping him start a Gay/Straight Alliance at his 
high school. And since they had a lot of work to do, he asked 
permission to stay with Greg for a couple of weeks. Jason’s mother 
readily accepted his request, telling him to call everyday to let her 
know how things were going. He promised to do so, and ended the 
conversation with, “I love you, Mom.”

“Kurt, who was by Jason’s side during the phone call, smiled and 
said, “Lance and Greg are going to quite surprised when I tell them 
about the new club they have just joined.”

“They’ll probably be our best members, seeing how they’ve got 
personal experience,” Jason, displaying his good sense of humor and 
lack of any kind of resentment, happily uttered.

And so this was how the Gay/Straight Alliance got started at 
Jefferson High School when Jason and Kurt were in their sophomore 
year.

Kurt Muller, Jason Conrad, Greg Richards & Lance Parker were now 
seniors at Jefferson High. The Gay/Straight Alliance that the four 
boys had founded was now in its third year and had over thirty dues-
paying members. The Gay kids—both boys and girls— at Jefferson 
High felt safe. Everybody knew that the unquestionably heterosexual 
captain of the Jefferson senior varsity football team was a founding 
member of the school’s Gay/Straight Alliance. Lance was captain of 
the basketball team and Greg was captain of the ice-hockey team. 
Because of Kurt’s encouragement, the hundred-thirty-two pound yet 
wiry Jason had become a title-winning wrestler in his weight division.

The letter, written by Kurt Muller, which blond-haired Larry had 
received from his brother Steven, inviting him to be the bait in the first 
Fairy Hunt of the season, had, on its reverse side, the time and place 
of the first meeting. This was the same letter that also invited Larry’s 
longtime friends Calvin and Johnny to come along also.

To the boys’ immense surprise, the meeting place was at Jason 
Conrad’s house. “Well,” Larry said to his two friends as they walked 
on a Saturday morning to Jason’s, “I guess my brother was right 
when he said how sicko Dave had wanted to confuse us concerning 
normal gays and boy-molesting faggots. Everybody knows that Jason 
is a normal gay guy—I mean, you’ve got to be some super cool dude 
for Kurt Muller to be known as your best friend—and everyone knows 
how tight Kurt and Jason are.”

“Yeah,” brown-eyed Johnny slipped in, “I guess this is going to be one 
hell of a teach-in. Didn’t your letter say this was an overnighter?”

 “More than an overnighter,” Larry replied. “Monday’s a holiday, and 
the letter says forty hours of training; that doesn’t leave that much 
time for eating and sleeping. But what the fuck, who needs sleep?”

“I kind of like getting regular hours,” the studious and somewhat 
obsessive-compulsive Calvin chimed in.

“Calvin buddy, you’d make a great alarm clock. Ticktock, ticktock, 
ticktock,” Larry jested.

This brought all three boys into a state of hearty laughter.

On this same Saturday morning, Larry’s twenty-three-year-old brother 
Steven was about to start his first day at a church-funded clinic that 
offered surgical castration to repentant boy-molesters.

[Next Installment: Jason Conrad explains what happened to Kurt’s 
mentally challenged cousin Terry and why he and the other gay boys 
at Jefferson High School support but do not participate in the Fairy 
Hunts organized by the straight boys.]