Hell Week, Chapter 7
Rated R
On Wednesday afternoon they headed home after practice so that Gus could shower and change before the barbeque.
The Gentry’s lived in an old Victorian about five blocks from Mel and Lindsay’s. There were cars parked all along the street by the time they got there. Brian had a few beers before he left home so he was relaxed and comfortable, for now.
Lisa Ryan opened the front door, and in her usual enthusiastic manner hugged everyone and took the Chinese Chicken Salad that Justin handed her, along with the package of steaks they had brought for the barbeque.
“Almost everyone is here, you guys. Come on in and mingle,” she said in her usual perky way.
Gus left them and headed out to the backyard to see if Austin had already arrived. Brian and Justin made their way over to the bar where two of the coaches were acting as bar tenders.
“What can I get you gentlemen?” Coach Barton said.
“I’ll have a beer,” Brian answered.
“Me too,” Justin said, reaching over to take the two beers from the coach and hand one over to Brian.
“So, how do you guys like your visit so far?” Coach Andrews asked.
He’d heard about these two from the other coaches and was curious to see what exactly made them tick. He’d never really been around gay people, even though he’d lived in Canada all his life. Meeting Brian and Justin would be a first for him. He was surprised that they both looked like any other guy he’d meet on the street. Better looking for sure, but neither one of them had nail polish on, or a pink scarf hanging around his neck. No big signs that said, ‘I am Gay’.
They were just two guys asking about their kid, just like any other dad. In fact, listening to Brian questioning Coach Barton, he realized that Brian knew a lot about football, more so than many of the other parents. Big surprise! Justin, on the other hand, was interested, but not as knowledgeable about the sport.
“So, Coach,” Brian asked. “Have you picked the quarterback yet?”
“Well, we’ve narrowed it down to three kids. Gus is one of them. He’s really pretty good, considering he’s never played football before.”
“When are you going to decide?” Justin asked. “You’re not going to wait till Friday, are you?”
“No, of course not,” Coach Andrews said. “Why would we do that?”
“Well, that’s what we were told would happen,” replied Justin.
“No, that’s only in the Pee Wee level; where they torture the kids and the parents by making them wait out the whole week. We can pretty much tell by the third day if your son is going to make it or not. In fact we’ve already sent home thirty of the kids who started out on Monday.”
“Really,” Justin said. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I did,” Brian said. “I just didn’t say anything, so you wouldn’t freak.”
“Thanks,” Justin said, looking at Brian in disgust.
“We’re thinking of just training all three boys,” Coach Andrews said, “that way we’ll have two alternates, in case there are any injuries.”
“Are you going to be telling them tonight?” Brian asked.
“I think so,” the coach said. “It’ll make them more comfortable tomorrow and hopefully ready for the scrimmage on Friday. Then we’ll see who starts on Saturday’s game.”
“That’ll make Gus happy,” Brian said smiling at Justin.
“I know,” Justin replied.
Grabbing Brian by the hand, Justin said, “Let’s go outside. I’m starving.”
Nodding at the coaches, Brian said, “Hey, thanks a lot for the information.”
“No problem,” they both said.
Outside, the sun was starting to set. It was almost eight o’clock and everyone was hungry after the practice. The kids were all lined up by the barbeque, waiting for their burgers and steaks. Some parents were seated at tables while others were helping with the food preparations. Brian and Justin grabbed their plates off the buffet table and headed over to the grills. As they were waiting for their steaks to be done, Brian noticed that a group of women were watching him and Justin. There were three of them standing around a table, drinks in hand, talking with Lisa Ryan. Finally their food was ready and after stopping at the buffet table again to get salad and rolls, they made their way over to a group of people that included Austin’s parents, Mike and Brandy Lehigh.
Everyone stopped talking at once and looked up at them. Finally Mike broke the silence.
“Hey Brian, Justin. Come join us,” he said in his booming voice.
“Everybody, this is Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor. They’re Gus’ dads.”
“Nice to meet you,” Justin said to everyone.
“I thought Gus’ last name was Peterson?” one of the ladies at the table asked. Everyone stopped eating at once, waiting to hear the answer.
“It’s complicated,” Brian replied.
“Oh,” the woman replied, not knowing what else to say. The silence was uncomfortable.
“Brian,” Mike said. “Looks like Gus might make it as quarterback. What do you think of that?”
“I think it’s great,” Brian said. “He loves that position.”
“Yeah,” Mike replied. “And of course Austin is happy because he gets to catch the ball from his best friend, that’s pretty neat, huh?”
“Neat,” Brian said.
What the fuck am I doing here in Breeder Central, Brian thought to himself. I feel like I’ve overdosed on some really bad drugs and didn’t even have fun doing it. I need to get out of here before I do something really dumb!
Justin could tell by Brian’s body language that he was uncomfortable and wanted to get away from these people. He knew he was making an effort for Gus but it was really putting a strain on him. All he wanted to do was eat his dinner and go home. Away from the prying eyes of people who were looking at them as if they were ‘freaks on parade’.
Brian stood up abruptly and said he had to go to the restroom. On his way there he was stopped by Lisa Ryan who introduced him to the other three ladies at her table.
“Brian,” Lisa said, “I want you to meet my friends. They’re all named Lisa, too. We’re known as the four Lisa’s.”
“Wow, that’s confusing as hell for someone just meeting you,” Brian said with a smirk.
“Well, it is what it is,” the little blond one said. I’m Lisa Smith.”
“Nice to meet you,” Brian answered.
“And I’m the Lisa married to Coach Andrews,” the second blonde said. She looked like a younger version of Lindsay Peterson.
“Hi,” Brian said.
“And last, but not least, Brian, this is Lisa O’Riley.” Brian recognized her as the lady who kept interrupting the coaches with all her questions. She was a beautiful redhead, tall with fair skin and light blue eyes. She stood there staring at him, radiating signals that were all too familiar. He knew instantly that this woman was going to be trouble.
She had that look that said, ‘you’re not really gay, you just haven’t met the right woman yet’. Brian had come across that a few times in his life, never with a good ending. Christ, she better not be a coach’s wife or I’m fucked!
“Are you a coach’s wife too?” Brian asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“No,” she replied. “My son is Kevin. He’s trying out for middle linebacker.”
“Oh,” Brian answered, relieved. “Well ladies, it’s nice to meet all of you, but I really have to go. I’ll see you later.”
He made his way into the house and asked one of the other guests where the restroom was.
“Upstairs,” was the answer they gave him.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he made his way down the hall to the bathroom to relieve himself of the many beers in his system.
Just as he was finishing, he heard the door open. He quickly zipped up his pants and turned around to see who it was.
Lisa O’Riley had stepped into the bathroom and was leaning on the door, staring at him.
“What are you doing here?” Brian asked.
“Nothing,” Lisa said. “I just wanted to make sure you’d found the restroom, and I see that you have.”
“Yeah, I found it alright. Now, let’s go back and join the others,” Brian said heading for the door and trying to reach the handle without touching her.
“What’s the hurry, Brian? Are you afraid to be in this room, alone with me?”
“No,” Brian said. “I just think we should get going.”
He was angry that this was happening and was making every effort to control his temper, but she was blocking the door and he really couldn’t reach the handle without having to move her out of the way. This meant touching her, the last thing he wanted to do at this point. He didn’t feel like playing these games tonight. He could tell she was drunk and probably responding to a dare by one of the other Lisa’s.
“Come on, Lisa, move away from the door.”
“I don’t believe anything they’ve told me about you,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“Like what,” he asked.
“That you’re gay and in a relationship with that guy you were sitting with at the table. You’re much too sexy and manly to be a homosexual.”
“Yeah, well, believe it. I am.”
“Oh, come on Brian,” she said, looking at him like a spider about to eat a fly. “You probably just need to be with a real woman. When was the last time you saw a pair of these?”
She yanked her t-shirt off and proudly showed Brian her five- thousand dollar boob job.
“Aren’t they beautiful? You can touch them if you want. They feel exactly like normal breasts. You’d never know they were implants, if I hadn’t told you.”
Shit, Brian thought, they look like two plastic balloons sitting on a table.
“Lisa, I don’t want to insult or upset you,” Brian said. “You’ve had too much to drink. I think you should put your t-shirt back on and we’ll head outside and pretend this never happened.”
“Not until you kiss me first,” she said in her most provocative voice. Lisa was a beautiful woman and had never been turned down by any man she had decided to have. Brian’s non-interest was only making him a bigger challenge and much more exciting. She wasn’t about to give up on him without a fight.
Brian stepped away from her, all patience gone and just snapped. “I will not kiss you. I’m not interested, Lisa, now, open the fucking door and let’s get out of here.”
“You’re being so mean,” she said coyly, moving closer to him and reaching out to grab his arm.
“Lisa, let go of my arm,” Brian told her, pulling his arm away. “You’re beautiful and your store bought tits are first class, however, there is one thing you don’t have which I really prefer as my primary source of entertainment.”
“Really,” she purred, moving in closer. “Tell me what you like Brian, I can be very accommodating.”
“Listen to me, Lisa,” Brian said, getting as close to her face as he dared. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, Brian,” she sighed looking up at him expectantly.
“The something you don’t have is what you’ll never have. It’s called a cock, Lisa. Also known as a prick, a one-eyed monster, flesh rocket, a dick, snake-in-the-grass, tube-steak, a woody; I could go on for hours here, but did you get all that? You-don’t-have-it!”
Brian could see the confusion in Lisa’s eyes slowly changing to anger. However, he too was enraged at being put in this position, and right now, oblivious to any of the consequences of his actions.
“You can’t buy it, or hope that it’ll appear by magic. You either got it or you don’t. And what I love to do with dick is have it in my mouth or up my ass. I love to fuck the living shit out of my partner, who has the most beautiful dick, by the way, and I will not, now or ever, sleep with you or anyone else, if they don’t have one. Is that clear enough for you?”
Lisa sucked in her breath, shocked beyond words. She raised her hand preparing to slap him but he caught her arm and said, “You don’t want to do that.”
Glaring at him with tears in her eyes, she turned, grabbed her t-shirt and stormed out of the room.
TBC