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Old August 30th, 2007, 01:11 PM
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New Story: A Life of Change

Yeah, I know, who is this guy/where has he been? Well, it's been a while but I finally got enough focus to do some writing. So here's my newest story. I hope not to make it too long.

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The fall sun beamed down through the trees like a spotlight as Peter slowly walked down the street, his pants and shirt torn from the recent fight he was just in. ?Fight? probably isn?t the right word to use; it was more of a beating. To him, it seemed he was a punching bag for all the jocks. Being a pudgy freshman in high school was usually a death sentence, especially when you are going to one of the most famous schools in the nation for athletics. From the day he started school, there was not a single time he didn?t return home battered and bruised.

The worst thing about the whole situation was when he finally made it home; he received no comfort or relief. All he got, if anything, was disgust from his father. His father would always be in his worn out recliner, seven sheets to the wind. If he was awake enough, he would go through a few drunken slurs and then beat his son for his complete lack of any athletic skill. As everyone who was in a two block radius knew from his loud tenor voice, he was one of the greatest college quarterbacks in the state and could?ve gone pro if his bitch of a girlfriend didn?t leave him with a son he never wanted. Peter had to listen to his father?s berating constantly about how he could have been so much if he didn?t have to worry about a kid, how Peter couldn?t have been his son, how a fat slob like him would never be anything.

Anyone that took the time to look at Peter could tell that his spirit was shattered. He simply went day to day with a glazed look and a completely average routine. Nothing he did stood out. He had very few friends and acquaintances, no family that would speak to him, and he just blended into the background everywhere else. That was until he met Terry.

Terry was also someone that could blend into the background. He was a little above average height but plain and basic in every other way. He once lived a rough life, but now, at the age of 40, he at least had wealth on his side. But it didn?t make him happy. Although he could buy anything he wanted, material things just didn?t appeal to him. The things he truly wanted out of life were out of his reach.

Terry always wanted to be a huge man. Since he was in college, he was attracted to the football jocks, linemen in particular. But, no matter how much he worked out or how much he ate, he couldn?t pack on the amount of muscle that pleased him. The best he could do was tone his 140 lb body. He came to the sad realization that his dreams would never come true after he graduated with his degree in physical science and sports medicine. So instead of becoming the muscle man he dreamed of becoming, he simply trained and cared for them. He spent 15 years working for the NFL as their head doctor, and although he became quite wealthy and got to spend lots of time with large, powerful men, something was still missing from his life.

These two people, the young kid and the old man probably would?ve never met if it wasn?t for chance. Terry happened to be sitting on his porch one day in his quiet neighborhood where he blended in, as usual. He sat in his rocking chair, mulling over the various details of the day and the reasons why and if he should stay when Peter slowly limped by his yard. The day was even rougher on Peter than normal. The biggest jocks on the team decided to show off for the cheerleaders by using him as a human weight. Even though he was getting close to three hundred pounds of lard, the teen athletes used him as a plaything. He was tossed around, lifted, bent and broken for the amusement of the blond headed valley girls. The guys went a little too far and really hurt Peter, but they didn?t care and went away laughing as usual, probably off to some party he would never see.

Terry watched as Peter limped slowly by his house and his heart broke. He saw not only the fat kid that was before him, but he also saw himself. He saw the desperation, the broken heart, and the apathetic mood that hung around him like fog. Terry could feel Peter?s pain more so than anyone else had before, and he knew that he had to do something. He got up from his chair, his knees creaking slightly from the long sit, and walked down his sidewalk to the curb.

?Hey kid, are you alright?? he asked as he leaned against the oak tree that shaded his yard.

Peter didn?t even look up while he responded, ?Yes sir, I?m ok.?

Terry?s heart felt like it was being ripped apart when he heard Peter?s drained reply. ?Are you sure? You look like you could really use a hand.?

Peter stopped shuffling long enough for Terry to get a better look. He saw that even though there were several fresh cuts, scrapes and bruises, there was an under layer of old injuries. Terry couldn?t even spot a part that wasn?t wounded. As Peter stood there looking at the ground, Terry said, ?C?mon kid, I?ll fix you up.?

The unlikely duo walked into Terry?s house. Terry led Peter to the living room and pointed to a couch that seemed like it was new, except for the slight layer of dust that covered it. The entire place smelled as if it was a sterile lab to Peter?s inexperienced nose. Peter sat down as Terry went off to the restroom. Peter looked around his neighbor?s house from his seat. Sunlight from the setting sun refracted through the panes of glass behind him and reflected off the mantle across the room. As he glanced in that direction, he saw several pictures of pro football players with his host arranged neatly along it with various knick-knacks. Peter wondered how this guy could?ve met all these guys. They were huge too, he thought. This guy was at least a foot taller than him and the beefy guys in the pictures was even bigger than him.

Peter wondered what it must?ve felt like to be that huge. He imagined towering over most people and being wider than two people put together. He closed his eyes and dreamed of having muscles all over his body. Hard, thick, powerful muscles stacked on top of each other, with the strength of three and four men. With that, he would never have to worry about anyone treating him badly again. Several strange feelings rushed through him; lust, wonder, admiration, curiosity, but sadly, they were all washed away by the feelings of worthlessness that was with him constantly.

Peter?s head was hung low as Terry walked back into the room with a first aid kit. Terry felt a wave of sympathy as he dampened the cotton balls with peroxide. Peter didn?t raise his head or wince even as the sterilizer was applied to his wounds. Terry raised an eyebrow seeing Peter?s lack of reaction to the stinging liquid.

?My name?s Terry,? he started.

?Pleased to meet you sir, I?m Peter,? Peter mumbled.

?Does this sting a bit??

?No sir, I?m ok.?

Terry tried to think of a way to open the kid up a little more, but his mind was blank. Half an hour went by in silence as Terry cleaned up Peter?s wounds. Finally, when it was done, Peter mumbled again, ?Thank you sir.?

Terry stood up and looked at the pudgy, insecure kid before him. ?I?m glad I could help. You can stay if you want to.?

Peter shook his head and said, ?No sir, I should be getting home.? He stood up but continued to stare at some invisible spot on the carpet. Terry sighed slightly and led Peter to the front door. Peter shuffled out, but turned around and raised his head. ?Thank you sir,? he said.

?It was my pleasure Peter. Feel free to come back and visit sometime.?

It would be almost six months before Peter got the courage to return to Terry?s house. The day that Peter finally returned to Terry?s house was the defining point in his young life. It was the last day of school and before it could even get started, Peter was woken by a bottle of stale beer being poured on his head. He got up quickly and suddenly to see his hulk of a father brooding over him. He grabbed Peter by his shirt and started shaking him. ?Useless pile of shit,? he kept muttering over and over.

Peter could do nothing but stand there stunned as he was violently shaken back and forth by his brute of a father. ?Why couldn?t you be more like me boy? Why couldn?t you at least do something I could be proud of instead of being a fat piece of shit?? The verbal berating that he was receiving began to make Peter cry, not solely because of what he was saying, but because of the fact that Peter could tell that his father was mostly sober as he said all this. Peter could understand and tolerate him saying these things while drunk, but the fact that he was sober and still didn?t even bother to pretend to love his son broke the emotional dam that held back all his repressed feelings.

?There?s no way you can really be my son anyway, so why do I even care? My son wouldn?t be no namby-pamby fat sissy kid. No, my son would have some talent. He?d be strong and big like me, not a fat ass like you,? Peter?s father muttered as he flexed his arm. ?You see that lard ass? That?s eighteen inches of muscle right there. Don?t even work out anymore and it?s still huge as fuck. What are you ever going to do for me? You?re just a waste of space, sitting there with your fat ass doing nothing. I can?t work out any more cause I have to take care of you. Can?t even have a god damned life because of you. God, how I wish that bitch never left you here. How the hell am I supposed to get a real woman and have a real son,? Peter?s father growled as he threw him down to the floor. ?Get your fat ass dressed and get out of here. I?m tired of looking at you,? he said with disgust as he turned and walked out the door. The last thing Peter heard his father say before he slammed the door was, ?Wish that sorry sack of shit was never born.?

Somehow Peter got dressed and left the house, still crying like never before. He didn?t head to school though, but instead began to wander around. Thoughts were running through his mind like never before and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He wondered to himself, ?Why am I here? No one even cares about me. My dad doesn?t love me, my mother didn?t care enough to stay, the teachers, the students, no one really thinks about me. Why do I put up with it all? I should just end it, then no one would have to worry about me anymore.? Peter had dried his tears and looked up sadly at the blue-grey morning sky. ?I?ll just end it all. I won?t be missed and at least my dad will be happy again.?

Peter began walking. He had set his mind on just jumping into the river and drowning. But, as he walked, he passed Terry?s house, and Terry just happened to be putting mail in his mailbox. He turned to see his friend Peter, or at least he considered Peter to be a friend, walking down the road. Immediately, Terry knew something was wrong. Even though he had saw Peter only once, somehow Terry felt that something was very wrong. Terry spoke up, ?Hey there little buddy! How are you doing today? Aren?t you going to be late for school??

Peter looked up and through his tear-flooded eyes, saw Terry, the one guy who actually seemed like he cared about him. Peter wanted to respond, but another flood of emotion over took him and he started to break down again. Instantly, Terry was near him, hugging him and holding him in a way he had never felt before. Terry quickly escorted Peter into the house where they both sat on the couch. Terry?s soothing words provided some comfort to him as he uncontrollably told him ever aspect of his horrible life, down to the recent altercation between him and his father. Terry sat there, his arm draped halfway around the chubby kid, listening intently. Finally, Peter calmed down a bit and his tears stopped. But Terry could still see the pain and despair, and in his heart, he knew he couldn?t let Peter be alone anytime in the near future.

Terry stood up slowly and turned to Peter, ?I?m going to the kitchen to get a drink. Would you like some milk??

Peter replied in his usual heartbroken voice, ?Yes sir, if it wouldn?t be any trouble.?

Terry gave Peter his warmest smile before retreating to the kitchen. As he walked, a million thoughts ran through his head concerning the lost kid in his living room. But, above all else, one thought ran through his head, ?I can?t let him go on this way. I just know if he leaves here something bad will happen.? He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the white container of milk. ?But, what can I do about this? Am I capable of taking care of someone this hurt? What do I know about raising kids? Plus, what if he finds out about my fetish?? He reached into the cabinets and pulled out two glasses. Rinsing them off in the sink, he quickly filled them with milk, returned the jug to the refrigerator and sighed under his breath. ?I have to do this though. He has no one else.?

Terry smiled as he came into the living room carrying two glasses. ?So, Peter, tell me something. Umm, how would you feel if someone wanted to adopt you??

Peter looked up at Terry in amazement, ?Who would ever want someone like me? I?m just a fat slob who?s good at nothing.?

Terry raised his voice slightly. ?Peter,? he said as he sat down next to him, ?you can?t let your opinion of yourself be based on how others see you. What truly matters is how you feel in your heart. It takes years to truly understand yourself and what you want to be. Hell, I didn?t know myself until I was in my thirties. There are people out there that would take you in. You?re looking at one.?

Peter stared at Terry with a gaping mouth. ?Why would you want to help me??

?Because you deserve better. No one deserves to have all their dreams crushed before they can even start. And I think that I can do a decent job of helping you out.?

It would be another ten minutes before Peter was able to talk again. He was so overcome with emotion that he broke down into tears again. After he recovered, Terry led him to his car. In a few moments, they were back at Peter?s house. Terry was surprised to see the bull of a man that was Peter?s father and for a moment had second thoughts of approaching him. But once glance at the chubby, fearful kid behind him strengthened his resolve to get him out of that hellhole.

?What did you do now fat ass?? Peter?s father growled at him as he hid behind Terry.

?He didn?t do anything sir. May I have a moment of your time??

Peter?s father glared at Peter for a moment before walking back in the house. Terry followed with Peter close behind. ?Whadda want?? Peter?s father snapped as he dropped into his chair.

Terry didn?t even take a seat. He was trying his best to maintain his resolve to get Peter out. ?Well sir, I?m a friend of your son?s, and I was wondering, um, how can I say this?? Terry took a deep breath and continued, ?I?ll be blunt. You don?t want to take care of Peter, am I right??

?Seems my damn son has been talking too much. Obviously I?m gonna have to do something ?bout his mouth.?

Terry?s breathing hitched for a moment as he scrambled to keep Peter from being hurt. ?Be that as it may, the reason I?m here is because from what he tells me is you really don?t want him. I?m here just because I would like to adopt him if this is true. I?m even willing to pay all the fees associated with the process. You wouldn?t have to do anything but sign the papers and he?ll be out of your hair and you can go back to being a bachelor.?

Peter?s father looked like he was about to kill his son. But then all the anger bled from his face and he said, ?Why would you want a fat good for nothing slob like him??

Terry had to think fast for a good excuse. ?Well, I always wanted a son, but I didn?t feel like taking care of a baby, and this would be easier than going through an overly complicated adoption process. Plus, Peter can basically take care of himself, so I figure this would be good if you agreed.?

Peter?s father looked at Terry and then at Peter. ?Do whatever the hell you feel like doing. I don?t care if I never see that fat-ass again.?

Peter held back his tears as Terry stood up. ?Well, I will bring back the papers as soon as possible. It was nice meeting you. Goodbye.?

Terry hurried Peter out of the house. He didn?t want to stay any longer than he had too. The atmosphere was suffocating and in the few moments he spent in that house, he could feel his spirit being drained and broken by the big man?s uncaring and oppressive attitude. As Terry and his new son walked to the car, Terry couldn?t help but be somewhat excited, yet scared. A new chapter in both of their lives was about to begin, and somehow, he knew it was going to change everything about them.
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Old August 30th, 2007, 02:38 PM
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You know what? This seem promising. I like it how it's going. i'd like to read more. Good work!
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Old September 1st, 2007, 03:25 PM
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I agree it could be an interesting story but I'm not sure how short it can be. I can visualize a lot of full circle scenes were the new Peter that will start to emerge soon give his tormentor something to think about... and Peters biological father in particular will rethink his relationship with Peter but won't be happy with the reaction it get... I this may be an interesting counter point to John D's "The Bully and the Geek"(Which seems to following the same formula as most of John D's stories. Now that Justin has challenged Mike as the top-dog and seems to have won the only questions are how much Justin will brutalize Mike and if and how Mike will fight back.) I think think Xythan Shadow is planning a different path for Peter... that will win Peter the respect and love of his former tormentors and not their fear (which seems to be the way John D generally takes his former under-dog characters, I had hoped Justin would rise above returning the treatment he got from Mike with more of the same,)

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Sorry for comparing two stories but it's not that often we get two stories with the same basic theme. in this case "The Worm Turns", at the same time...

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