"What on earth happened to you?" mom demanded as I arrived home from school, and dropped by bag on the kitchen floor.
"Alan and his goons beat me up. Hell, they even beat Brian 'cause he tried to help me."
"You're black and blue! Oh, my God! Are you alright? This kind of thing can't be allowed to happen. I'm going to report this to the school authorities."
"Don't moooom me! We'll talk more about this when your father gets home."
"Anyway, Mark beat the sh… crap outa Alan when he found out what had happened. Alan looks worse than I do. Much worse. The guys told me that Mark would've killed Alan if they hadn't pulled Mark off him. Mark was mad as hell."
"Fighting, fighting, fighting. What is it with boys? Always fighting!"
"So what are we gonna do? Send all the women off to war and leave the guys at home to shell peas and do the washing? Jeez, mom."
My dad hadn't been home for a second when mom started telling him the story. "We've got to report this to the school principal."
"I'll do it tomorrow morning, first thing."
"Dad? Don't you remember what it was like when you were a kid? This kinda thing happens all the time. It's no biggie!"
"No biggie? Take a look at yourself in the mirror, son. You're a wreck. Besides, we can't allow bullies like Alan and his dimwit cohorts to get away with this kind of outrageous behaviour."
"If you report it, I'm not gonna go to school."
"You'll do as you're told!"
"So who's the bully now? Huh? I won't go to school. I'm not gonna be the son of a dad who comes to the rescue of his wussy son. Dad? Don't you see? Don't you understand what the other kids would think of me if I was hiding behind my mom's skirt? Or your pants? Like some coward shaking in his boots? I won't go to school if you make a fool of me!"
"So what are we supposed to do?" mom asked. "Let bullies like Alan get away with this kind of thing? Who's next? How many other mothers are going to see their sons come home from school with bruised and battered faces? School is supposed to be a safe place to send your children."
"I already told you, mom. Mark made a damn mess of Alan's face. Actually, he probably improved it. Anyway, there's no way Alan or his goons are gonna try anything with me again. It's over. Finished."
"I think we should send you to another school."
"Another school? Another Alan? You mean I've gotta start all over again? Jeez, mom! Dad? Can you explain to mom that you can't run away from these kinda things? It's gonna happen where ever I go. At least where I am, I've got Kyle and Mark to take care of bullies like Alan. Dad?"
I'd been hopping the fence, and breezing into Kyle's room after school for a couple of days, but didn't stay long. He was feeling pretty down after Paul had returned to England, and I could feel the vibe. Those two guys were closer than bros.
Meantime, my friendship with Sean was really rocking. That dude was the dope, showing me a whole new world of rave parties and whatever… stuff I really couldn't talk about to Kyle 'cause he'd freak. Kyle was cool, but since he'd turned eighteen, he was kinda getting more adult or something… more like a dad than a bud in some ways. But I still loved him… big time.
"Where you been?"
"So what happened?"
"Nothing much. I thought you'd be out skating with Sean."
"I'm going soon… had some homework to do."
"Your face still looks shitty."
"I'll live," I smiled as I sat on the side of my bro's bed, and watched him change outa his school uniform into shorts and a t.
"But Alan won't if he tries it again."
"You piss in your briefs or something? They're soaked."
"It's jizz… I'm horny. Wanna blow me?"
"Yeah, right. I thought you said nothing happened at Mark's place?"
"You ask too many questions. Anyway, you can give me the blow job you owe Paul."
"You really miss him, huh?"
"Big time. It was awesome to see him again, and have him stay for a week, but it was just as painful to see him go back to England as it was the first time."
"He's a totally cool guy."
"You love him, right?"
"It shows, huh?"
"I couldn't believe it when Paul surprised you at your birthday party, and you hugged him like you didn't care who was watching."
"I didn't care. Everybody knows how much I love him."
"Like you love me?"
I must've caught Kyle off guard for a moment, 'cause he wasn't the type to express those kinda feelings often. Usually, he preferred to diss me, and pretend that he didn't really care. But I knew better. Besides, I got a kick outa dissing him, too.
"So why did Paul blow me? Was he trying to make you jealous or something?"
"Jealous? Of your little weenie?"
"Did you guys blow each other while he was here?"
"Fuck! I couldn't believe it when he went down on me. I was like, hey! what the fuck? But it's like you can't move. It's like your dick takes over, and you just don't wanna know about anything else. It kinda paralyzes your brain or something."
"Your brain's already paralyzed."
"Yeah, right. Hey, did I tell you that Sean's fucked his girlfriend already?"
"He told you that?"
"Yeah. So now I've gotta fuck Candy, else he's gonna think I'm a wuss."
Kyle reached into his bedside draw, and handed me a condom. "Lemme see you put this on."
"So you don't fuck up. Anyway, you're too damn young to be making a girl pregnant."
Well, there was no way I was gonna stay hard with Candy if I had to use a fucking condom. I was all damn thumbs as I tried to get the stupid thing over my dick. "You got another one? This one doesn't work."
"They're all the same," Kyle cracked. "You're fucking hopeless. Lemme help you."
I watched Kyle's experienced fingers roll the rubber down the length of my shaft. Then I checked the smile on his face, and the mischievous sparkle in his hazel eyes. "What are you gonna do now?"
Stupid question. Kyle's fist began to stroke my woody while it was still inside the condom, so I laid back and rested on my elbows, enjoying the thrill of his expert touch, as well as the sight of my cockhead encased in rubber as he jacked me.
After I'd filled the little depository at the end of the condom with a load of creamy boy juice, I watched Kyle slide the slippery, transparent cylinder off my cum-soaked boner, then hold the deflated, sad-looking thing aloft between his thumb and forefinger.
"I think I'll save this for dessert after you've gone."
"You're gonna swallow that?"
"Maybe. Then again, it might give it to Steph."
That cracked me up big time. "You're not serious. Are you? Really? You can't be. Are you? Would you really swallow that?"
"Have you noticed Alan's black eye? It's taking ages to get back to normal. Serves the prick right."
"Yeah. Maybe you should give the condom to him," I laughed. "Anyway, I know you wouldn't swallow my juice… not really."
"I dunno. Looks kinda weird in a condom."
"You're right. Ew!"
My birthday was due in about a week, but I hadn't said much about it to Kyle. Hell, last year, I'd gone into motor-mouth mode, and what happened? He bought me a wettie. Probably cost him all the money he had. So this year I decided to play it down. I didn't want it to look like I was expecting anything.
On the other hand, I was gonna be thirteen! Woohoo! A TEEN! AT LAAAAAST!
"Mom? How come tomorrow is National Women's Day? Why don't they have a National Men's Day?"
"Because men don't deserve it."
"Why not? Anyway, it's cool that we get a holiday tomorrow from school. Is there a National Teen Day?"
Brian, Sean and I were just returning home from a rave surf, when I spotted Kyle going into his house. "Hang, guys. Gotta go see my bro for a sec."
"What about us?"
"Chill for a sec," I yelled, then hopped the fence, and ran into Kyle's room. "Wicked surf, bro. You should've been there!"
"You're dripping water all over the damn place."
"Go take off your damn wettie in the shower or something."
A few minutes later, I was back in his room, dressed only in my black Speedos, with my wettie slung over my arm. "Hey, Kyle, can I sleep over this weekend?"
Kyle glanced at the bulge in my Speedos for a second, then placed a few schoolbooks on his desk. "Why? Your buddies going out somewhere?"
"Nope. It's just that we haven't been together for a while, and I thought… Are you mad at me or something?"
"I dunno. You're acting kinda weird."
"Got a stack of homework."
"So can I sleep over?"
"I guess that'd be cool. When?"
"Friday or Saturday? Hey, I gotta jet. See ya!"
"So what was all that about?" Sean asked the moment I got back to my house. "You invite Kyle to the party?"
"Nope. I just asked him if I could sleep over one night this weekend."
"Cool 'cause we don't need him freaking about stuff on your birthday."
"Stuff at the party, dickhead. And don't ask me what 'cause it's a surprise."
Next day, National Women's Day, Kyle, Steve and I were together again, surfing. At one stage, while we were sitting on our boards on the back line, waiting for a wave, Kyle remarked that it was just like old times.
"What do you mean old times?"
"I dunno. Things seem different now. You and Sean and Brian."
"What about us?"
"Hey, it's cool, little bro. I think it's great that you and your buds are getting along so well. It's about time you had your own group of friends."
"But you're still my friend. Right?"
"Right," Kyle said before paddling for a wave, and leaving me with the impression that he wasn't telling me the truth.
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