My Life & How It Has Changed Me Book 5

Chapter 12

Hear Me Roar

Part 1

Why is it that people always underestimate the little guy? As I watched 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 pinned for crying to my mommy the moment the whistle blew. Some even bet 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 for me to kick their ass. 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 lunchroom. 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 a match 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. "Yeah, 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, and 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 want 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 ass if even thought about it.

Adam said. "I'll meet you in class. I have an idea." He gave me a silly 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 was talking about.

I rolled my eyes and told them what happened as Adam's sisters made them scoot over having me repeat everything. Like most sisters 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 imagining 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. Who had just joined us after placing their own bets?

Samantha pulled closer to the boys who 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 and I saw the point spread regarding my love life spike. She released as Christy took her place and we repeated the same kiss as we watched the ruckus as the points spread started changing even more.

I kept going as the girls got in line with Ronda and Fran. Then the 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 is going to paint a target on your back."

Stan said. "Yeah, 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 release 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 tapped her on the shoulder that five minutes had long passed.

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 ringleader 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."

Have 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's office. Watching the boy's grin because I was 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 class, having them both shrug their shoulders. Telling me it's 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 opened the door finding Adams' Dad Mr. Thomas and Mr. Brady and 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 classes for the rest of the day and ordered 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 at Adam as he blushed as their eyes roamed his body. Then taking their hands and feeling 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. Thomas took a seat on the bench. As Mr. Brady had the boys draw straws to who was going first.

I started with Stan and worked my way down as they timed me to 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 I 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 because of the fight. "Your coach has three hundred 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 beaten. 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 I 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 and said. "Good, you're 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 seven hundred dollars riding on him to beat those boys into a bloody pulp." Dad smiled seeing our tired faces as we groaned and said. "Break times 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 the 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 considered it, having Dad say "He won't be naked wrestling 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 and down only wearing cheerleader skirts, it perked more than our spirits up.

Shawn and Arthur still weren't aroused, and were the only ones naked other than 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 breasts against them or kissing 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. The 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. Thomas."

Having Mrs. Thomas 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 Thomas, Adams and his two sisters Samantha and Christy's mother were the striking image of her two daughters with long blond hair just cut below her shoulders and green eyes. A little shorter than the rest of her family, who said they got their height from their father, standing an average height of five foot six compared to their five feet eight or nine in their bare feet. 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 always 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 onto 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 nudists, 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 guests. Seeing the hurt in his eyes not understand why. When were usually always naked and it wasn't as if any of my friends weren't used to the fact that we were.

Mom said. "We are nudists it's just that I have everyone dressed for dinner, and we are never sure how people will react when it's their first time in our home." She said, leading them into the living room, and having them take a seat on the couch. 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 son's 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, because there seems to be a 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 to 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 he or a contradiction to their own lifestyle."

Mom said she and Dad hadn't received them as yet, considering we haven't 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 to. 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 insignificant problem.

"Unlike those cursed Mormonite's 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? Three years we have suffered prosecution and until we couldn't stand it any longer. Hoping for 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 Rothwells 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 had 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 family's here so we will just pretend that we didn't have this conversation.

"We did not intend 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's it, if we hesitate sharing ourselves with you. Now please don't hide yourselves because of us. After all, we are going to be best friends." Mr. Thomas quickly knocked on the front door, finding it locked. Mom giggles as she got up to let him back in and apologized, telling him 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 said nothing and pretended not to notice as his wife giggled as she noticed it, causing us all to laugh. Making him blush as he quickly took his seat on the couch 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. Thomas telling us. "My husband and I have talked it over with our daughters and have decided. Why and the hell not? It's 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 sisters 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 of the way, 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 and we finished the last of the things for dinner as we put it on the table outside. Mom refused any help from Adam's 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 dying 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 ankles. 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 to hang your head high, and never feel ashamed of 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 do not know how hard it 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 to sit here another damn minute watching you be uncomfortable when there is no need 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 the washroom and passed it around as we quickly stripped down to our skin. Having Mrs. Thomas 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 from 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 us."

Mom and Dad quickly removed their clothes as she waited for Adam's 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. Thomas 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 fifty or sixty 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. Thomas wasn't skinny like a supermodel? Adam's 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.