The Corps - Chap 6

[luvyalots]

Previously on The Corps...link to Chapter 5

The following is based on a true story. All names and places have been changed.

Chapter 6: Recognition


?Damn!? Evan hissed as he dropped his contact lens for the third time. Closing one eye, he carefully slid his hands around the bowl of the sink, hoping the lens hadn?t slipped down the drain like the last one had.

As soon as he had gotten home from tour, he had talked his mom into letting him switch from glasses to contacts. There was no way he could wear glasses while playing football, he had told her. Well, that was true, but he also couldn?t forget what Ethan had told him last summer?how he looked cute without glasses.

Evan sighed?Ethan. Ever since he had kissed him in the hotel hallway, Evan couldn?t get the taste of him off his lips ? the sensation of their tongues touching together, the embrace of his thin, but strong arms. It was his first kiss and even though it had happened two weeks ago, he couldn?t stop thinking about it.

He had passed out immediately afterwards and the next thing he remembered, he was lying in bed the next morning with a splitting headache and the urge to vomit?the symptoms of a hangover, he learned. Therefore, the events of the night before seemed like a dream, surreal. But he knew it wasn?t.

Actually, the whole summer seemed surreal ? how things had changed in the last few months, how he had changed ? but kissing Ethan had by far the greatest impact on him. Just those five seconds had changed his life. Evan had always known that he liked guys, that he was gay. But it never quite settled in until now.

?Evan,? his mom called from the kitchen, ?you?re going to be late!?

?Alright!? Evan yelled. He finally found the lens and gingerly set it into his eye. Blinking it into place, he hurried out of the bathroom and down the hall to his room to get dressed.

Losing weight had changed a lot of things for the better ? he didn?t feel as embarrassed in public anymore, he was more physically fit, people starting noticing him ? but the only bad part was that he could no longer wear some of his favorite clothes. They were simply too big for him now. And since his mom hadn?t been able to buy him new clothes yet, he had to borrow some of his brother?s shorts for school.

Evan let go of his loose boxers and let them drop to the floor, causing his morning wood to spring up and thwack him in the stomach. There were two things that he noticed about himself while being in drum corps. First, he actually had a pretty big dick compared to some of the other guys, particularly in thickness ? that made him more confident, realizing he actually had something on someone like Dylan. And second, he was constantly hard. His cock always seemed to be at its full size and he wondered how he?d be able to control it being around the huge, muscular high school guys during football season.

Grabbing a pair of Wayne?s old khaki shorts, he slipped them on and buttoned them up. They were still a little tight around his waist, but he knew why. He had lost almost 40 pounds over the summer, but since coming back from tour, he had put about ten pounds back on.

Evan hoped at least some of the new weight was from working out in the high school weight room the last few weeks, preparing for the upcoming football season. He didn?t want all that work to go to waste. He wanted to turn heads, make people talk. Evan smiled, feeling his dick get even harder at the thought of it. And if he did well on the football team?hell, he might even get popular.

He glanced at himself in the mirror across the room?at the little rolls of fat that hung slightly over the waistband of the shorts. Remembering the sight of Dylan?s tight abs and the hardness of Trey and Philip?s muscles, he was brought back to reality. He?d probably never be popular?not like those guys anyway.

He pulled his favorite blue T-shirt out of another drawer ? at least those still kind of fit him ? and headed into the kitchen. Wayne was already sitting at the table, happily shoveling cereal into his mouth as if he hadn?t eaten in days.

?Hey, kid!? he greeted him cheerfully. Evan only grunted a reply.

?There are bagels in the fridge and cereal in the cupboard. You know where,? his mom said hurriedly. ?I?m late for work. See you this afternoon.? She brushed by Evan who was still standing in the doorway?but not before giving him a quick peck on the cheek ? at which he awkwardly squirmed.

?What?d the scale read today?? Wayne asked, his mouth full of Cheerios, as Evan moved toward the fridge for orange juice. He wasn?t in the mood for breakfast this morning.

?161,? he answered dryly. His big brother had gotten into the habit of asking him how much he weighed nearly every day as if he was his personal trainer or something. ?I?m getting fat again,? he lamented, the waist of the shorts digging a little into his belly as he sat down, causing him to wince. Well, at least he wasn?t as fat as he used to be; he couldn?t even dream about wearing these shorts a year ago.

?Don?t worry about it,? Wayne went on, burying another mouthful. ?We?re no longer sweating like crazy like we had been all summer,? he explained. ?Plus, we?re eating full-size meals again. I gained back some of the weight, too.? And with a drop of milk dribbling down his chin, he leaned back and patted his flat stomach, smiling. Evan scowled.

?Yeah, but you?re the one with the six-pack,? he blurted, not meaning to say it out loud. He could have sworn Wayne?s face turned a light shade of red right at that moment.

?Well, you?re the one who?s gonna be on the football team,? he answered back, recovering quickly. ?You?ll look good in no time.? Evan just stared at his brother with an odd look. Yeah, right, he thought.

Suddenly, a car horn sounded from outside. Wayne instantly jumped up from the table and tossed his cereal bowl into the sink.

?Ride?s here,? he announced the obvious. ?Let?s go, kid!? Evan groggily chugged the rest of his orange juice and got up, following his brother out the door. In the driveway, Pauly Ciocca waited in his Camaro, the whole neighborhood thumping with the trance music that blared out of his radio. Pauly was what you would call classic Guido. His hair seemed to be gelled and spiked 24/7, his shirts were always a size too tight on his rather large frame ? today?s was black with a large A/X on the front ? and he was never seen without that gold chain dangling from his neck.

?What?s up, man,? he greeted Wayne, his beefy arm pressed against the edge of the door as he stuck his head out the window.

?Hey,? Wayne returned, clasping hands with his friend. Wayne and Pauly had grown up together much in the same way that Evan and Simon had. They had played on the same little league baseball ? both outfield ? took many of the same classes and even played trumpet next to each other in the high school band. Evan and Simon on the other hand had little in common other than the fact they were both outsiders. They had never had the same class schedule since Simon always had to take remedial classes and while Evan had played soccer when he was younger ? and skinnier ? Simon couldn?t participate in any sports due to his asthma.

?The little dude?s with us now, huh,? Pauly commented as Evan slipped into the backseat. He was surprised Pauly had even noticed him.

?Yep, he?s a freshman this year,? Wayne said, pushing back the passenger seat after him and climbing in. Evan wasn?t particularly fond of Pauly ? he thought him weird and obnoxious ? but he thought it was nice of him to at least drive Wayne to school every day.

His big brother didn?t have a driver?s license yet and, even though it was never spoken of, Evan knew why. Ever since their dad had died in a car accident when they were little, their mom refused to let her sons drive. She was afraid of what would happen if either of them got behind the wheel. Of course, she would probably freak if she ever saw how Pauly drove. As they squealed out of the driveway and around the corner, Pauly glanced at Evan in the rearview mirror.

?Did you get contacts or something?? he shouted over the music. ?You look different.? Evan blinked and perked up at the question, speechless for a moment.

?Yeah, he did,? Wayne answered for him, ?and he lost like 40 pounds.?

?30, actually,? Evan muttered, unable to be heard over the music that was now rattling the back of the car. He could almost swear he saw a flash in Wayne?s eyes. Was he proud of him?

?Sweet,? Pauly responded, obviously not interested as he was checking out a couple of scantily clad seniors walking to school as they pulled into to the parking lot. ?Damn, it?ll be awesome to finally be seniors, man,? he said, his gaze still attached to the girls? butts.

?Yeah,? Wayne agreed, though in a way that suggested he wasn?t catching Pauly?s drift ? he hadn?t even noticed the girls.

Evan couldn?t have been happier to escape from that car and make his way into school. His ears ringing from the loud music, he headed toward his locker. Had Pauly actually commented on how he had changed? Had he noticed?

Even wondered how many other people would notice the change now that he was thinner than he had ever been since he was little. Just thinking about it made him feel good inside. Yeah, high school was going to be a lot better than middle school.



It was great being in high school. No more being bullied. No more being pushed around?especially when he looked the way he did. Evan lumbered into his first period class His massive shoulders brushing against the sides of the doorway as he passed through. Every head immediately turned in his direction and he smirked. He loved the reactions he got whenever he walked into a room. All the girls gazed at him in lust and all the guys glared at him with envy. Every eye was on him ? and his gigantic muscular body ? and they stayed on him until he sat down in his seat at the back of the room. His massive legs just barely squeezed underneath the desk and his thick lats forced his arms to hang out into the aisle. He absolutely loved this feeling?the feeling that everything else around him was growing smaller as he got bigger and bigger with each passing day. He could?ve sworn he fit into this desk perfectly at the beginning of the year and now he was practically breaking out of it. Looking swole dude! Bobby Stanich was sitting next to him. Evan?s arms had gotten so huge over the last few months that even though Bobby was four feet away from him their arms were nearly touching. Not as swole as I?m gonna be Evan replied. Bobby smiled and his piercing blue eyes twinkled. Evan felt his monster cock get hard. He looked over and noticed that Bobby?s dick was tenting his sweats. Damn! Everyone wanted him! Evan bounced his bulbous pecs up and down. God you?re getting hot! Bobby gasped as he began sweating. Suddenly a ripping sound came from Evan?s crotch as his cock tore through his jeans and smashing the desk to splinters. FUCK! Bobby instantly lunged himself across the aisle and started sucking Evan?s dick like an animal. His mouth was spread wide as his hands savagely groped his body?


?Wake up, Mr. Gamble!?

Evan snapped to, his eyes suddenly meeting the glower of Mr. Wallington, his eighth period Biology teacher.

?Wha?? he stammered, trying to blink his contacts back into focus.

?You slept through my entire class,? Mr. Wallington stated in a monotone voice. ?I expect more of you than that.?

?Sorry,? Evan muttered. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Bobby Stanich look at him with an odd expression ? as if he was about to laugh ? and he immediately began to blush. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping no one saw the hard-on that was left over from his dream.

?Now read what?s on the board,? Mr. Wallington said with an annoyed sigh. Evan blinked again and focused his attention to the board?and away from the mocking stare of Bobby.

?King Philip Came Over For Good Spaghetti,? he read. Man, I?m hungry, he thought. Spaghetti sounds really good right about now.

?Good,? the teacher replied. ?And what does that acronym stand for?? Evan?s mouth fell open slightly in utter cluelessness. Mr. Wallington rolled his eyes and sighed again. ?Mr. Stanich, perhaps you would like to enlighten your slumberous classmate.?

?Kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species,? he instantly ratted off. ?It?s the classification order of all organisms.?

?Exactly,? Mr. Wallington grinned. Bobby beamed proudly, giving Evan a biting side-glance. Evan seethed inside himself. As soon as the bell rang, he high-tailed it out of the room, scowling. Ever since he started football, he couldn?t stay awake in class. He caught himself nodding off at least half a dozen times every day during the first week of school.

?Hey, Evan,? Bobby suddenly came up behind him, ?see you at practice.?

?Yeah,? Evan grunted impulsively, staring at the boy?s butt as he rushed off down the hall. He had always had a little thing for Bobby ever since the guy moved to town in seventh grade. He was kinda cute. But Bobby had never spoken a word to him until this year. And Evan knew why?

After first stopping by his locker to switch bags, Evan ducked into the boys? bathroom to take a piss. He saw the look on Bobby?s face the first time he walked into the weight room during football camp. He had just come off of drum corps tour and he was tanned, trim ? or at least trimmer than he used to be ? and there to tryout for the football team. Bobby seemed both shocked and amused at his presence?as did a lot of the other guys. But that amusement soon went away when they saw that he had skills.

Dylan?s training regimen had worked its magic. Evan himself was surprised by how well he could keep up with the other freshmen, some of whom had been playing football since they were little. Of course, he wasn?t good enough or big enough to play Varsity, but the coach had put him on the offensive line of the Freshman team. Now all of a sudden, the guys were saying hi to him in the hall, guys who would never even give him so much as a glance last year. Frankly, it made him feel good.

Evan glanced at himself in the mirror and ran his hand through his blond hair. He needed a haircut?maybe short like the other guys on the team. If he was going to be playing football, he might as well fit in?when in Rome?

Walking out of the bathroom, Evan started down the hall toward the weight room for practice when Simon popped around the corner.

?Hey, Evan,? he said with a vague look of surprise on his face, as if he was surprised to see him?though that was almost always looked like that. ?Didn?t see you in lunch today.?

?We have different lunch periods this year, remember?? Evan replied, smiling.

?Oh, yeah,? Simon grinned, adjusting his much-too-heavy backpack on his thin shoulders. He hadn?t changed a bit since middle school; he was still as scrawny and as quirky as ever. ?You going to football practice now??

?Yeah,? Evan stated simply, moving away again.

?Cool,? Simon followed after him. ?Can you slam dunk yet?? he asked. Evan stopped in his tracks and laughed to himself.

In the ?old days,? the two would meet up after school, get something to eat, play video games. But with football, Evan almost never had time for that anymore. And after practice, he was usually too exhausted to hang out, though he did go with Simon for food sometimes since he was always starving. Simon didn?t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed happy for him, almost proud that he was friends with someone on the football team.

?I?ll catch up with you later, man,? Evan said, clasping hands with Simon in the way all the jocks did, though the smaller boy wasn?t exactly sure how to do it.

?You, too,? Simon answered back, giving a slight wave before scurrying off down the hall.



?Hut, hut, HIKE!? Bobby yelled, immediately cueing Evan to pounce forward into his opponent. He caught the quarterback?s slender form out the corner of his eye. Bobby looked like a natural in his dark green practice jersey, the bottom riding up to unveil the faint outline of his six-pack as he raised his arm. Evan felt his feet slipping on the grass.

?Gamble, keep your head down!? Coach Sudlin barked; Evan heard him over the now-familiar sound of pads hitting against each other, helmets crashing. With a grunt, he pushed harder, but so did his opponent. The next second, Evan stumbled back. His butt hit the ground hard and he felt himself nearly somersault backwards. The other guy tripped over Evan?s upturned feet and collapsed right next to him in a heap.

?What the fuck, man!? he groaned, pushing himself up.

?Sorry,? Evan apologized as he rolled over onto his side in an attempt to get up himself.

?You alright, Evan?? Bobby inquired with a smirk, offering his hand. Evan took it and got to his feet. ?Nice moves. Ever thought about wrestling,? he laughed heartily.

?Hm,? Evan scowled, glancing down at his dirty knees and grass-stained football pants.

?Gamble,? Coach Sudlin came up to him, waving his clipboard around in the air. ?What did I tell you about keeping your head down??

?Sorry, Coach,? he grumbled. The man clapped him hard on the back, the weight of his helmet jerking his head back. He took it off and started heading toward the water jugs with the rest of the team.

?And Jennings!? the coach turned his direction to the other player, a dopey, big-boned kid named Jerry. ?Go around him next time!?

?I couldn?t, Coach,? he instantly responded. ?Evan was??

?Don?t say you ?couldn?t? anything! You know I don?t accept that!?

Evan grabbed a plastic cup, filled it with water from a jug and guzzled it, the cold liquid chilling his throat. He had come a long way since the beginning of the summer ? and he hadn?t expected football to be easy ? but he sometimes wondered why he put himself through it all.

But that?s when he would always remember what his brother Wayne once said. In a way, football was similar to drum corps; during rehearsal, the Cavaliers spent hours standing at attention with their instruments, baking in the hot sun, going through what seemed like the two-hundredth rep of the drum solo at breakneck speed only to do it another two hundred times. It was torture. But the reason they did it, Wayne expained, was emphasized every night at competitions. The crowd cheering on their feet instilled as sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. It was what had them waking up the next day for more.

While there were certainly some differences, Evan knew football was just like that. He knew all the hard work he was putting in would pay off at games, in front of a crowd?and even off the field. People who before would have never even given him the time of day were already noticing him. He was becoming recognized for his hard work. And he knew that it would only get better. That?s what kept him going.

Recognition.

?Alright, boys!? Coach Sudlin called. ?A couple more drills and we?ll hit the showers!? Evan filled his cup up one more time and dumped it on his head, the water dripping down his face and the back of his neck. His eyes closed, he looked up toward the sun, letting it beat down on him.

Bring it on, he thought.



?Good job out there today,? Bobby complimented, grinning brightly.

?Yeah, right,? Evan snorted, trying not to let the guy?s twinkling green eyes affect him. Practice was over and the Freshman team was undressing in the locker room. Evan always had to work hard not to pop a boner whenever his teammates stripped down to their underwear. Some of the more fit guys even stripped down to nothing, displaying their athletic bodies so confidently.

Evan was definitely proud of how he had improved his body over the summer, but he still lacked the self-assurance of most of the others. At 160 pounds, he still had slight love handles and a small belly hanging over his waist. His ?pecs? were fleshy and still wobbled somewhat. His arms still had a considerable amount of flab on them and the chubbiness in his face hadn?t completely gone away yet.

Bobby Stanich, on the other hand, was the total epitome of teen athlete. His torso had a striking V-shape to it, his broad shoulders contrasting sharply to his narrow waist. His chest was as if it were sculpted out of marble, his pecs rippling whenever he moved his arms. Even his abs were perfect ? not as ripped as Dylan?s or as pronounced as Wayne?s ? but flawless nonetheless.
?Seriously, man,? Bobby went on, ?for a total rookie, you?ve been doing great.?

?Thanks,? Evan replied, not knowing what else to say.

?By the way, what I said on the field about wrestling,? he lowered his voice, ?I was only half joking. You really should think about going out for the team.?

?Come on,? Evan snickered and shook his head.

?No, really. Wrestling?s my main sport. I only do football to get in shape.? He paused, biting his lip suggestively. ?Plus, when the girls see you in that singlet?man, it?s awesome.? Evan could only smile back, trying not to imagine Bobby?s perfect body in a wrestling singlet for fear of getting aroused. ?What do you say?? he urged. ?The info meeting?s in a couple of weeks.?

?I don?t??

But before he could say anything further, a series of loud bangs echoed through the locker room as Trey Boyd and Philip d?Mbawe made their presence known.

?Hey little freshies! What?s up!? Trey whooped, waving his arms around, not caring who they hit. Some of the guys shielded themselves from his huge limbs. Evan could?ve sworn they were bigger than the last time he had seen them.

Over the first weeks of school, Trey and Philip spent their time making everyone know that they had done nothing but lift weights over the summer?and it was probably true. Philip was as shredded and muscular as ever ? just with a lot more muscle now ? and Trey was so huge, he was bordering on massive. As a result, they were the only freshman to make the Varsity football team?another fact they made sure everyone knew.

?Say,? Philip said in a mocking tone, ?is that Big Gamble over there?? Evan flexed his jaw and wish he were invisible again ? as if that had stopped them before.

?I think it is,? Trey retorted, making his way over to him. ?Is he playing football now?? He stepped up into his grill. Evan tried not to flinch too much. ?Trying to play with the big boys, huh?? Evan stayed silent, as if he could think of something to say anyway. After glaring at him for a moment, Trey suddenly shoved his hand against his face and shoved him up against the locker. Evan felt the vent slats dig into the back of his head.

?Get the fuck outta here,? Bobby intervened, distracting Trey from his victim. The bigger boy sneered at him with beedy eyes.

?Whatever,? he scoffed. ?Come on, Philip.?

?See you ladies later!? Philip shot as they sauntered out of the locker room and headed toward the weight room.

?Why do you let those guys pick on you like that?? Bobby asked Evan once they were gone. Evan seethed quietly. He wanted to say that they had been doing that his whole life, practically?but he couldn?t bring himself to say it?not anymore.

?That wrestling meeting,? he stated flatly. ?When did you say it was??

[tagsnola]

... and given this story and the companion story, that's saying something. Thanks for this one!

[GoldfishBW]

Another awesome chapter. Thanks.

-Brad

[Mdlftr]

Wow. The evocation of the mental state and horny daydreams of high school is spot on. I really like how the main character is changing through his own determination and hard work.

Keep up the good work!

Mdlftr

[Ender]

Hmm... I was really hoping to see Evan and Dylan come to terms after Evan got drunk and walked in on Dylan... I still have my doubts about Evan and Jimmie doing anything after Evan passes out and Dylan could still be Bi or big time closet...

I also think the missing piece to Dylan's athletic build and abilities is about to be revealed. I don't think we know where Dylan goes to school yet. But I'd bet it's the same High School Wayne and now Evan go to... and bit of prompting from Bobby and "encouragement" from Philip and Trey are about to reunite Evan and Dylan to finish the task of "gonna mold you into an athlete". I'm figuring Dylan as the captain of the wrestling team. And once Evan starts wrestling it won't take Dylan long to get Evan as ripped and shredded as Dylan will be soon... 145lb would likely cut to wrestle at 135lb...

I remember the guy in my class in HS that wrestled 135lb and was state champ, he was so shredded that every muscle in his body that you'd see in a gym class showed striations through the skin... I wanted to be like that and I nearly signed up to wrestle in the hope becoming more like him... but I chickened out...

But a totally leaned out and shredded Evan would likely wrestle about the same weight. That would make practice fun but I would think that it would be good to have them at different weights.

Ender

[philat99]

It's great to see Evan grow in self-confidence. Once wrestling and weight training really take over and sculpt his growing body, Trey and Philip will eventually get their comeuppance.
Mike

[redroger11]

Looks like Evan is going to learn how to take that jerk down a peg. It's cool to see Evan growing a substantial backbone. and growing bigger. Excellent story (ies).
Keep Writing.

redroger11