Raising a Rebel: A Story of Trauma, Identity, and Unlikely Love in a Troubled Teen's Journey

Chris had been raised by a manly, gruff, mean hulk of a man. His mother left when he was young leaving him and his father to make due on their own. Even though Chris was very young when she left, it had been obvious that Robert, Chris' father, had contributed to her abandon. In order to cope with the ever present alpha male figure his father was Chris became a very aggressive man. It didn't help that at 6' 4" he towered everyone at school, it also didn't help that he developed much faster than the other boys and that by freshman year of highschool he had a full chest of hair and could grow a full beard. All of these factors made him an outcast amongst the students and he was always alone. It was now junior year (he failed 8th grade so he's18) and his aggressiveness had grown so much he had to be removed from Aldridge High School and moved to one of those alternative programs for troubled teens.


. His father was seldom around the house and when he was he had a hoard of women with him. This was too much for Chris and he only had one person to talk to, his name was Jack. Jack had been his closest friend since pre-k, it was thanks to this fact that Jack was not afraid of Chris. Jack had known Chris when Chris was just a small kid that was so shy it was painful to see. Now that Chris was a huge mean beast of a man Jack felt protected. Jack always compared himself to Chris he was jealous of how good looking he was and the fact that he was too paranoid to notice that stares he got from chicks. Jack had a smooth lean body , no facial hair, no trace of manliness this pissed him off. Yet, all of this didn't matter when he was with Chris because Chris made him feel he was just right.
Chris had been with a few girls in his lifetime, his huge member was the talk amongst the girls in school, but his luck with the girls wasn't much because they were too scared to go up to him and he was too aloof to approach them. The reality was that Chris only saw girls as objects, only pieces of meat to toss around bed and make his cock feel good. That was all thanks to his dad. He got bored after he came, so he looked for a new pussy to entertain him every once in while, but aside from his one night stands he never had felt love. He enjoyed beer, he enjoyed football, he enjoyed all of the things his dad had set an example with. Once he got sent to this new school this would only get more intense.

. The girls in this new school were complete sluts, they were after men like Chris. Men who were tough, mean, and flawed; Chris had just been handed a free pass to a pussy buffet. Chris became unstoppable, all the girls flocked to him and he would fuck them between classes and during lunch. After a few months of this though he was just too fed up with the routine. Jack had stopped talking to him, his father remained as distant as always, his life was too fucked. He experimented with drugs, he was up to a pack of smokes a day, and the booze had a steady flow to his blood stream. All this, he thought, would have brought him happiness, but instead he felt empty. It was only when Nico carried him home after a particularly crazy party that he started to live.
Nico (also 18) was just as gruff as Chris, he was one inch shorter, and his attitude stunk as bad. Chris had thought that he was destined to a life of being socially awkward but this new school proved his thoughts wrong. From the moment he walked in through the front door of The Sidney Yates School for Troubled Teens he was the center of attention.
His semi long black hair contrasted against his pale skin, he was wearing a Black Flag t shirt and a denim vest, previously a jacket, whose sleeves he had torn himself, faded skinny jeans, and some amazing red combat boots. His physique was exalted by his clothing and all eyes were on him. He was introduced to class and sat next to Nico. Both hulking men were quick to befriend each other and by

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