Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2007 13:20:53 -0800 (PST)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: Pee Wee: Chapter 18

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CHAPTER 18: THE LONG WAY HOME

At the end of the school day Pee Wee performed a few stretching exercises
and warm-ups before slipping on his old comfortable shorts and a black and
gold sleeveless shirt with the Santa Rosa Warriors emblem emblazoned on the
front. It was a warm spring afternoon, not particularly hot, but he had
already worked up a sweat lifting weights in the gym.  When he ran, which
had not been recently, Pee Wee jogged around the track on campus, but today
he planned to start the more demanding routine of jogging home from school.

It was all part of the plan.  His younger brother was right, Pee Wee
thought, if he wanted the boys to stop harassing him, he would have to make
himself less of a target.  Pee Wee slipped on his Reebok's headed out the
door. There were a few team members still running laps around the gym as he
left.  No one bothered with him.

"Five miles is good," Pee Wee said to himself.  "Take it slow.  It'll be a
nice easy routine for me."

He had run the distance between the school and his house before many times,
though not recently.  Much of his run would take him through the northwest
section of Santa Rosa, but his family lived out in a development that was
well outside of town.  Between the city limits and his house was a lot of
open land that was still dedicated farmland, and a few undeveloped acres
occupied only by brush, trees, and tall grass.  There were also a few small
strip malls that had been added recently as the city limits crept westward.

As Pee Wee walked out of the gym and turned the outer corner of the
gymnasium towards the school grounds, he was not surprised to see that the
high school campus was empty of students. The last run of busses had
already departed from the bus stop.  As he proceeded to start his run he
saw that there were a few cars in the parking lot closest to the gym, but
no one else in sight.  Pee Wee built up to a light jog as he crossed campus
on that warm spring afternoon. He worked to establish a rhythm, and in a
few minutes he could feel drops of perspiration run down his chest and
between his shoulder blades.

He jogged down the street passing the Junior High Fitness Center that, like
the high school campus, looked deserted except for a group of athletes
still training on the practice field. He began his run around the building
and passed the school's track where several younger boys were also jogging,
and just as he was about to corner the building he heard his name being
called out.

Several of the boys had split away from the other runners and had proceeded
to climb over the fence.  Pee Wee knew the gate was on the other side, but
he remembered from his own time in Junior High that most kids just climbed
over wherever they wanted.  He didn't pay much attention to them.  He
should have.

As Pee Wee passed behind the bleachers and turned the corner near the trees
he ran into Jason, the boy he had seen in the boy's room a few days before,
the one he rejected, the one who called him a "cocksucker!" He wasn't
alone.  At least three other boys were with him.

"Surprise!" shouted the boy in a sarcastic voice. "Remember me,
cocksucker?"

Pee Wee most certainly did remember him.  Jason had walked in on him while
he had been sucking Victor's dick at the glory hole in the boy's restroom.

Pee Wee recognized the situation for what it was and spun on his heels,
trying to put as much distance between him and the boys as fast as he
could. He started back toward the high school, but one of the taller boys
tackled him from behind, and they both fell into the patchy Bermuda grass
next to the sidewalk. Pee Wee wrestled free, but one of them got him in a
headlock and pulled him back against him.

Jason suddenly lunged at Pee Wee, dodging his clumsy blow and gave the Pee
Wee a solid punch to his mouth.  Pee Wee grunted in pain, grabbing his jaw
and falling back against the guy who was holding him, as Jason slammed his
knee sharply up into Pee Wee's groin.  Pee Wee whimpered and slumped
forward.  His hands clamped down on his balls protectively as he sank to
his knees. Pee Wee just moaned, coughing and gasping as the waves of pain
swept up from his balls into his guts. The boy let go of him as he retched
and curled up in a ball on the grass.

They all made a grab for Pee Wee, and dragged him near the old red brick
fence under the trees where no one else could see them from the road.  Pee
Wee struggled, and managed to wrench one of his arms free, flailing at the
boy to his left, but he couldn't land a good punch before the boy
recaptured his arm, restraining him.  He struggled to break free,
successfully grabbing a handful of shirt, ripping it off one of his
attackers before he lost his grip.

Pee Wee tried again to break free but was forced to twist sideways as Jason
tried to punch him again in the face.  Jason missed, but struck one of the
other boys who lost his hold and Pee Wee broke free and regained his feet
remarkably quickly.  He backed away from Jason, who pushed him back towards
the wall. One of the smaller boys drove in on Pee Wee who met the onrushing
boy with a punch in the stomach.  A second boy tackled him from the side
and they grappled with each other against the wall.  Pee Wee could feel the
bricks digging into his side and back.

Then one of the taller boys got Pee Wee in a real hold around his neck and
managed to pin his arm behind his back.  Pee Wee screamed.  His arm felt
like it was being dislocated as the boy jacked it up behind him.  Then
Jason slammed his fist into Pee Wee's gut again, knocking the wind out of
him. Pee Wee leaned back against the wall, out of breath and holding his
stomach as a wave of nausea hit him, but he refused to drop to the ground.
Jason followed up with a kick and connected with Pee Wee's sack.  Pee Wee
yelled out as his testicles were smashed for the second time.  This time he
dropped to his knees and clutched his balls, hardly able to breathe.

"Take his pants off," said Jason, breathing hard.  The boys maneuvered Pee
Wee to the ground, where he now laid spread eagled in the grass, with two
boys holding his arms and one pinning his legs to the ground. Pee Wee
recognized one of them as a kid he had seen with Mark, his younger brother.
This tall black haired boy had been over to their house only a few months
ago.

Pee Wee screamed louder as they unfastened the button to his comfortable
gray shorts and began to unzip them. His shorts pulled off easily and
suddenly he was left wearing only the sleeveless shirt with the school
mascot emblazoned on the front and his boxer briefs.

Near to tears and fearful of this, his eternal nightmare, of having his
small penis exposed, especially to this group of younger boys. He blushed
and tears welled in his eyes. His heart was pounding.

Pee Wee also remembered something his brother had said to him just the day
before, "If these guys fuck with you again you better do something to stand
up for yourself.  I mean it!" Of course his brother referred to Randy and
his friends, high school kids that had been making his life hell recently.
They had not anticipated Pee Wee might get targeted by a group of junior
high kids.

While the boy Pee Wee had recognized shifted his weight off Pee Wee's arms,
trying to pull his shirt up over his head, Pee Wee saw an opportunity to
maneuver free of them, and punted his heels at another boy who was pulling
his socks off.  He gave the boy a sharp kick that sent him backward, and a
second that caught the boy in the jaw, but another boy fell across Pee
Wee's thighs pinning him down.

By this time they had pulled Pee Wee's shirt up exposing his chest. Another
boy began tickling Pee Wee's armpits, which caused him to jerk
uncontrollably. Pee Wee felt his shirt rip as they pulled it free. One of
them slammed a punch home to Pee Wee's gut and the he grunted and fell
back, still trying to fight but without much success.  Pee Wee might have
some skills as a swimmer, but he was no fighter. The boy Pee Wee had kicked
was cursing, and Pee Wee felt his socks pull free.  The kid decided to
punch Pee Wee in the stomach again and connected once more.  His breath
whooshed out of him and he tried to suck in more air to replace it.  One of
the guys yelled "Oh!  That's gotta hurt!"  Pee Wee sighed in resignation
and relaxed a little, surrendering, at least for the moment.  Jason decided
they had won the fight and they left Pee Wee to recover for a few minutes.

And then came the moment of truth, when he was down to his sweaty gray
boxer-briefs. There was a pause in the action as they all caught their
breath. Then Pee Wee struggled again with renewed energy prompted by Mark's
warning: "If I hear that you got stripped on the bus, or anything else,
there'll be hell to pay."  His face burned with humiliation at the memory
of his younger brother spanking him as his friends looked on.

Then several hands reached out to the waistband of Pee Wee's underwear, and
they were not so much pulled down as torn away. The moment Pee Wee's crotch
was revealed the boys crowded around him went wild.  Hollering and shouting
the boys slapped each other on the back and pointed at Pee Wee's pee-pee
that had retracted back inside him during the fight. His underwear lay in
shreds on the grass next to him.

"Wow, look at that!" said one of them. And indeed they did seem to gaze in
awe at the sight. Several of them were nearly doubled over with
laughter. "Where's his pecker?" One of the kids grabbed a feather off the
grass and reached over to try to tickle the tip of Pee Wee's absent penis.

Pee Wee had taken kidding for years about his small penis, which even when
erect barely measured three inches, and when limp, which was until recently
the only way his friends and teammates had seen it.  It barely peeked out
of the folds of his foreskin to make any appearance at all.  But the
feather was doing it work. Pee Wee could feel his small spike of a shaft
emerging, pushing out through his stubbly pubes as it hardened, until the
tip of his tiny penis pointed up toward his navel.  The boys surrounding
him snickered.

It was broad daylight, and two of the boys had managed to throw Pee Wee's
shirt and pants up in a tree, way out on some skinny branches where Pee Wee
knew he would never be able to reach them. What could be worse than this
moment? Humiliated at the hands of younger boys!

His face must have been beet red and he could feel the hot blush moving
down his body. Somewhere in his mind was the thought that he wanted to
retain some sense of dignity. Pee Wee could rant and rave at them, or he
could simply pretend that he was not embarrassed and walk away as if he
didn't care about what had happened. But there was no dignity to be found
in that moment.

"Dude you must have the smallest dick in Texas!" One of the boys standing
in the circle around him said.  Pee Wee was painfully aware that he was
blushing, and was tempted to put his hands over his crotch, but saw
instinctively that would be an admission that they had gotten to him.

He was hearing them all again, all the words other boys had used to put him
in his place at the bottom of the pecking order: "pee-pee", "dickless",
"pencil dick", "needle dick", "mosquito dick", "baby dick", "pin prick."
In recent weeks his small penis had resulted in a new nickname for him.  He
had stopped being "Peter" and become "Pee Wee".  Even his little brother
called him "Pee Wee" now! Perhaps of all of the needling he had taken, that
nickname was the worst.  Now every time he heard it, he was immediately
reminded of the shame he felt for having such a small penis.

Then several boys landed on top of him, and rolled him onto his stomach.
One of them pulled a strap off his backpack and used it like a belt to tie
both of Pee Wee's wrists behind his back. Two of them grabbed his arms and
jerked him up.  They got around him and one of them said, "You better walk
quietly with us towards the bushes over there"

The tall boy with black hair, the one he recognized earlier, replaced
another kid who had Pee Wee's arm and they started running him forward.
Pee Wee stumbled.  He just barely got his balance as they pulled him up
again and ran him back toward the practice field.  Pee Wee lurched forward
as he pulled.  His small penis was bobbing up and down like a miniature
fishing pole as he ran, and the boys on either side of him doubled over
with laughter. Suddenly another boy slapped Pee Wee's penis down hard,
causing it to waggle up and down like some bobble head doll.

The boys walked him over to the old red brick fence under the trees that
separated the practice field from the street, where a group of bushes might
hide their activities from anyone driving by.

"You ready to suck my dick now like you did Victor's?"  Jason asked.

Pee Wee shook his head.

"I thought you said this cocksucker would suck our dicks, Jason!" one of
the boys said. "You said he was sucking off guys in high school!"

"Come on" another boy complained, "We don't have all day!"

Jason look frustrated.  He looked back over at the practice field as if he
were trying to come up with an idea.  "Climb over," Jason tried to order
Pee Wee over the fence.

But Pee Wee hesitated. "Let me go!" he said to them in the most forceful
voice he could muster.  Somewhere his fractured self-esteem cracked as he
spoke.  Junior high kids shouldn't be doing this to boy in high school.

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way," Jason said, "hard for you anyway."  And
they pulled him out from behind the bushes to walk him along the outside of
the wall down the street toward the gate to the practice field. Pee Wee was
exposed to anyone who might drive by.

The two boys escorting him were shirtless, their t-shirts tucked
haphazardly into their pants. Pee Wee could feel their arms and shoulders
rub against him as he was force-walked between them up the street. His
little boner was bouncing up and down with every step.  He thought about
yelling, but knew that he would never be able to explain how he got to be
naked outside in the middle of the night.  The fact that he had been
subdued by a group of junior high kids made his situation even more
embarrassing.

One of the boys holding his arms behind his back said, "Hold him good,
Robert!"

"Why, you 'fraid he's gonna run away?" Robert, the tall boy with the black
hair, grabbed the little flap of skin under Pee Wee's small dick head, and
gave a brief, downward pull.  His dick bobbed up and down again as the boys
laughed.

They continue to force him down the sidewalk toward the entrance to the
practice field. Pee Wee's eyes were blurred from welling tears he was
trying hard to hold back. The street was not deserted, a few cars were
parked along the curb, but there was no traffic.  There were a couple of
houses, and he wondered if anyone in them could see what was happening.
Again he thought about shouting for help, but again decided against it.
Part of Pee Wee even hoped some car might come along; then the two guys
might let go and he could run for it. 'But run for where?'  Pee Wee
wondered, 'to the gym where several of Randy's friends were still on the
court?  Home is a good four miles away, pretty far when I'm buck ass
naked!'

Just then a silver Honda Civic turned onto the street from the high school
parking lot two blocks ahead of them and sped toward the walking bows.  The
car came rapidly down the street, and Pee Wee felt his tension rise.  The
two boys escorting him didn't let go as he had imagined, but rather pulled
Pee Wee behind a parked car and let the Honda pass their place of
concealment.  Pee Wee watched through the windows of the parked car as it
roared past them; saw that it was a carload of teenaged boys.  He
recognized them from the gym. The Honda turned onto Canal Street several
blocks down.

They continued to force-walk him toward the gate, but before they got
there, a dirty white van turned onto their street from the high school
parking lot.  Pee Wee tensed again, and this time as the van sped toward
them, there was no car to hide behind.

"¡Maricón!" an Hispanic teenager pushed his head and shoulders out of a
window and shouted as the van passed by. Pee Wee recognized him as one of
Randy's friends, the boy that has confronted him in the locker bay and
later kicked him in the balls.  One of the junior high kids escorting him
flipped the Hispanic teen off in response. When the van's tires screeched
to a stop barely fifteen feet beyond them, the boys took off running with
Pee Wee toward the parking lot. "¡Chupa mis cojones!" a voice shouted from
a van as it honked several times and started forward again, putting some
distance between them.  Pee Wee heard Robert breath a sigh of relief.

The boys walked him to the junior high parking lot where they left him
standing by a car.  One of the boys came running back with a camera, and
the two taller boys holding his arms stepped far enough away to stay out of
the picture he took.  Pee Wee realized that yet another picture was being
taken of him, this time outside, naked, with a boner in the junior high gym
parking lot in broad daylight.

"Let's run him," Jason shouted.

Then the two boys walked Pee Wee to the track and pushed him forward.  He
knew where they were going, and had been hoping that he would not have to
run the track. He was already tired from fighting.  Then one of the boys
dropped his Reeboks on the track in front of his feet and unbound his
arms. Some other boys from the practice field saw the action going on and
came to see what was happening.

"Start running," Jason said, "Give me ten laps around this field, and in
between laps do twenty push ups, forty squat thrusts, sixty windmills,
eighty sit ups, and a hundred jumping jacks.  When you're done with those
come see me."

"Pretend it's just another day in athletics," Robert joked.

"Except for the whole being butt-naked thing," Jason added.

"What if he runs away?" a younger kid asked.

"Now that would be interesting!" Jason said and they all laughed. "You
plannin' on jogging home naked Pee Wee?"

It was so embarrassing to jog naked around the practice field as the boys
taunted him. As he ended his first lap Pee Wee heard some of the boys
laughing as he approached.  By that time he had lost his erection.

"Drop and give me twenty," one of the boys standing next to Jason shouted
with a voice emulating a drill sergeant.  Pee Wee hit the grass quickly and
began doing push ups. The boys pointed at him, jeered, and made fun of his
small dick.

As Pee Wee did his push ups, one of the younger boys asked, "I wonder if he
sucks dick?"

There was more laughing, then Jason spoke up, "You should have seen him in
the restroom!" Then Jason looked at Pee Wee as he ran by them. "I saw him
suck off Victor Fuentes.  I heard he sucked off a bunch of the other guys,
too." The kid continued to gleefully stare at Pee Wee as he finished his
pushups and started his second lap around the practice field.

Pee Wee didn't reply.  He just kept running.

After another lap, as he began his forty squat thrusts, one boy slapped him
on the ass several times as he returned to his starting position. "C'mon,
dickless. Get the lead out," the boy said.

Jason pointed over to Pee Wee's flaccid acorn that seemed to be retracting
even further inside him as he squatted, "Mark's dick must be at least twice
as big as Pee Wee's, maybe more."

The boy standing next to him shook his head, "Can you imagine if your
little brother had a bigger dick?  I think you'd just have to go off and
shoot yourself!"

"My little brother is eight," Jason said.

"That's what I mean," the boy winked at Jason and laughed, "Need a gun?"

Jason rolled his eyes and punched him, half seriously, half joking, and
worked him into a loose headlock.  The boy laughed nervously trying to get
out of the headlock.  "You're so funny," Jason laughed at his friend as his
face turned red.

Pee Wee started another lap around the track again, after finishing the set
of squat thrusts, and glanced at the boys watching him as he rounded the
far end and disappeared behind the bleachers again.  Pee Wee was sweating
like crazy and breathing hard.

His penis retracted back inside him again as he ran, leaving only a
gathering of foreskin as evidence that he had ever possessed a penis at
all. Pee Wee was acutely aware that these younger boys had been staring at
it.  Among the attributes that determined where you stood in the pecking
order of boys and men was size.  In the minds of these younger boys, Pee
Wee now fell far below them or this wouldn't be happening.

He did the jumping jacks as fast as he could manage, his heart pounding in
his chest and the sweat pouring off of him, stinging his eyes. He noticed
that the entire group of junior high boys who had been running at the track
were watching the show. By the time he had finished that set of one-hundred
jumping jacks, he though he must have heard every little dick joke those
junior high kids had ever heard, and maybe a few new ones.

He continued to run, too embarrassed to keep track of time or distance, so
Pee Wee had no idea of exactly how many laps he had run or how long he had
been out there running and doing pushups, or squat thrusts, or jumping
jacks. Running was nothing new to Pee Wee; he wasn't a jock by anyone
standards, but he had run track and been a member of one swim team or
another since pre-school. But running combined with the high repetition of
other exercises at the same time were something he wasn't accustomed
to. When he finished, Jason called him over to where most of the boys were
gathered into a group.

"Ok, now that you're warmed up, you ready to suck us off?"  Jason asked,
"Or, you wanna run another ten laps, your choice!"

Pee Wee leaned forward, bent over at the waist, bracing his arms against
his upper thighs, and sucking air into his lungs.  He swayed slightly,
still sweating from head to toe.  He wasn't particularly self-conscious of
being naked by that time.  What he wanted now was badly needed oxygen.

He glanced around at their faces.  He recognized some of these boys.  He
stood up straight and faced them all, turning slowly round as if to fix the
memory of every face in the crowd of boys gathered there, there must have
been about ten of them! Most of them were in his brother's class, which
meant Mark was sure to hear about this, and that thought made him sick to
his stomach. Pee Wee ran his hand over his sweaty face and through his
sweat saturated hair, then slowly shook his head.

Mark and Scott had been right.  The glory hole had been a real mistake.  He
realized that none of this would be happening now if he had only stood up
to Randy at the very beginning.  But the situation had escalated, and how
he was too tired to fight off all these boys.

But he could try to keep whatever dignity he could salvage.  And Pee Wee
could see that refusing to suck off Jason had diminished the kid's status
with his peers.  The crowd parted to let his through as he walked defiantly
away from them, back toward the track, head held high.

One of the boys there jogged off toward the main gate, when a car pulled
up.  Pee Wee looked at the boys ruefully, then turned and started to run
another lap.  He set off on his run at a brisk pace as Jason turned back to
say something to one of his friends.  Jason smiled contritely, as Robert
laughed and punched him in the back saying, "Dude, I don't think he wants
to suck your dick!"

Pee Wee was in good condition as a swimmer, but he was not used to
sustained running combined with all the exercises he had done, especially
just after finishing a workout.  After another three laps he found himself
getting winded. But he refused to stop. He glanced over at Jason, the boy
who had caught him giving Victor a blowjob, and saw the boy watching him as
he ran.

Pee Wee continued his naked run around to track to a place where the
bleachers offered him a place of concealment as it had during all his
previous thirteen laps.  But this time he left the track as he passed
behind the bleachers and with a burst of speed he jumped fence and started
sprinting towards the woods. He turned to see if the boys had noticed, or
if they were following him.  They would figure it out soon enough when he
didn't reappear out from behind the far side of the bleachers.  He renewed
his dash towards the trees again. He ran top speed again until they finally
made it to a place of concealment. It was only a fifty-yard run. But he was
already close to exhaustion.

He looked behind him to see that the other boys were headed his way on the
track, then picked up the pace, forcing himself to run faster as he
streaked across a highway.  They wouldn't expect him to run that way, he
thought.  As his running shoes carried him across the asphalt a passing car
crested the overpass.  Pee Wee jumped the ditch and was in the tall grass
before the car came even with his position.  He was pretty sure he had been
too far away for anyone to identify who he was at least.  He ran through a
field of young Milo beyond the access road.  It stood only about waist high
to him, and he could feel the sharp leaves slapping against his legs as he
ran.  A few minutes passed, and finally, he arrived at a canal bank, one of
many that carried irrigation water to the many fields and pastures in south
Texas. He collapsed on the grass panting heavily. He rested for a few
minutes and could feel his heartbeat slowing.

As he sat there cooling down in the tall grass next to the canal bank, he
considered the situation. He was naked, about three miles away from home,
and what was worse was the fact that there were still a couple of hours of
daylight left, at least.

He thought about his situation.  There were fewer cars, but a lot more
homes if he traveled west down San Benito Avenue, but a lot more cars
though a lot of fields and wooded areas with fewer homes if he ran west
down Highway 107 toward West Cantu Road.  He thought it would be smarter to
try to stick to fields and back roads. But what he was going to do when he
had to cross the highway, or sneak through a neighbor's yard, and how me
might manage to get to some clothes in his room when he finally got home,
he had no idea.

Then totally naked, except for his running shoes, he started walking toward
his home.  He thought about turning around and going back to the school,
maybe searching inside the gym, hoping he might find some clothes
there. Pee Wee then pretended that he didn't care about his clothes.  When
that failed, he told himself that he might find something to cover himself
with on the way home.

He walked in the direction of one of the country roads that led westward
out through town from the field next to the canal.  For a while Pee Wee ran
along the road next to a canal. He had to wait a while until a few
straggling workers moved their equipment out in the field, and then was
able to pick up the pace a bit.  His adrenaline was pumping and that gave
him extra energy in the face of everything he had already been through.

And so, he spent the next two hours running down alleys, across fields,
back lots, and through trees, but spent most of his time creeping through
suburban neighborhoods he could not avoid. And hiding.  He spent far more
time hiding than running, or dodging behind buildings and parked cars, or
climbing fences. He imagined it was like being a soldier trapped behind
enemy lines.  Rivulets of sweat poured down his chest and back.

As the afternoon progressed toward evening the air cooled, but the sun
warmed him as he made his way through the clearings in the trees, or ran
through fields.  His progress was slow, fraught with many false starts and
near misses, especially making his way through neighborhoods where he found
himself endlessly ducking between hedges, crawling under bushes, or hiding
behind garages.

One while pressed back behind some trees against a hurricane fence he was
jump-started when he felt the cold nose of a dog touch his balls which he
had pressed too close against the wire.  He hooted and jumped and the dog
barked as he ran down the alley.  At that point he wasn't even thinking
about the guy he had been hiding from.

He found himself trapped trying to make his way down one street.  The
houses there formed a gauntlet, overcrowded with windows that seemed to
scrutinize him from both sides of the street.  The well-manicured lawns
offered him no place to hide as he sprinted passed them, relying on speed
since stealth was not an option.  He knew that several of the more well-off
kids from school lived in some of these houses, and Pee Wee couldn't help
but feel that they were looking out from the shadows of those dark windows,
recognizing him, and laughing at him.  And every car that turned onto the
street forced him to change directions, backtrack, or head down another
street, sometimes in a direction opposite the one he wanted to go.  Nervous
sweat was rolling off him by then.  He felt like a naked hunted animal.

He had numerous close calls.  One woman even called the police to report a
naked intruder in her yard, but luckily Pee Wee had moved on beyond the
neighborhood before a police car was dispatched in response to her call.

Another time Pee Wee found himself hiding naked next to the hedge as a car
passed by. He was getting ready to cross the street to get beyond the
housing development and toward a section of Highway 107 where there were
fewer houses, when he saw someone coming up the sidewalk. The warm spring
air on his naked body was exciting, and despite the situation he found
himself in he found himself again erect.

Pee Wee squatted down and worked his way back a bit further into the
scratchy hedge and waited. Then before he realized it he began to feel a
few tiny piss-ants crawling on his skin.  The hedge was infested with them,
as were the leaves he was squatting in.  These weren't the aggressive,
larger stinging fire ants that plagued South Texas, but he still didn't
welcome them climbing up his ankles, and especially not on his scrotum and
penis. The old man made his way toward him ever so slowly. He was too close
to avoid seeing Pee Wee, if he burst out of the hedge now, but moving too
slowly.  Pee Wee wasn't sure he could stand it.

As more ants left the scratchy stems and crawled onto Pee Wee's naked
flesh. He tried to brush them off, but that only aggravated the situation.
The constant tickling of the ants crawling on his ankles, crotch and butt,
made him crazy.  He needed to run, scream, dance, anything but sit there
letting those ants crawl on him while the old bastard hobbled past.  He
wasn't sure he could refrain from exploding out of the hedge before the old
man managed to shamble past him.  He looked down his cock now speckled with
ants, and counted at least forty ants there along with probably a hundred
or more swarming over the rest of him.  He tried brushing more of them off,
which only served to provoke them.  That's when they started to bite.  He
looked down to see more than a few still gathered at the tip of his erect
penis.

Finally the old man passed Pee Wee, perhaps only three feet away, never
knowing that he walked right past a naked teenager hiding in the bushes.
When he finally reached a safe distance Pee Wee exploded out the hedge and
rolled on the grass, oblivious to anyone watching, trying to swat and brush
away any ants still crawling on legs.  He splashed water out of a small
birdbath onto his crotch and tried washing off any remaining ants that he
had failed to dislodge from his skin while rolling on the lawn.  Then he
ran around the house and climbed the privacy fence bordering the backyard.
He hit the ground running.

It felt odd jogging down the twilight county road, and the occasional auto
that passed him clearly thought that a boy running off road to squat or
hide in a field was a bit out of the ordinary.  Once he had to press
himself down in the dirt between two rows of furrow planted okra leaf
cotton to avoid being seen.  In a number of fields the spring crops were
still young and barely knee high.  There were a couple of aloe vera fields
that still fell between him and home, and he knew that those prickly fields
would offer him no place to hide.  Still, he decided to stick to fields or
back roads as best he could, but there would be a couple of highways he
would have to navigate as well.

Even though it had gotten darker, the moon had come out, and everything
seemed to be lit up.  Perhaps his eyes were just adjusting to the dark.

Then he realized that he had run some distance beyond the point where he
should have turned off.  He punched himself in the side of his head a
couple of times in anger and frustration.  He had lived in Santa Rosa for a
couple of years, but he was well off any path home he had ever used before.
Making his way home this way, he realized that every time he got off the
path, got lost, or just failed to recognize shortcut, he was making his
problem even worse.  He wondered just how far he had run, given all the
backtracking and back roads he had been forced to take.  He figured that he
had at least doubled the distance he had planned to jog.

As it got darker he felt safer on the road, or at least sticking near the
shoulder of the highway than trudging through the shadowy trees and fields.
He reasoned that as it got darker he could hear a car and see the
headlights coming from a distance and have plenty of time to run and hide
before it reached him.

He worried about stray dogs in the area and perhaps other wildlife like
rattlesnakes, or coyotes, or maybe even a skunk or possum, but he never saw
any.  A startled rabbit scared the living daylights out of him, sending him
tumbling down on the hard plowed dirt between two rows of itchy okra in a
backyard garden.

One car surprised him when instead of passing on down the street it turned
unexpectedly into a driveway where he was trying to conceal himself.  There
was no place for him to go.  The light from the headlights flashed across
his naked white body as he streaked across the yard, hoping that at least
they might not recognize who he was.  Pee Wee groaned as he saw their faces
peering out of the windows, as they strained to get another look at the
hairless youth streaking across their lawn.

Pee Wee approached a small strip mall along the highway.  He recognized it
immediately, and knew that he was now only about a mile or so from home.
Construction had only recently been completed and there were no open stores
accept a Chinese restaurant.  Eventually it would have a drug store, an
auto-parts store, and a laundromat. The windows and signs are all dark,
except for the neon panda over the China Palace.  There are a number of
cars in front of the restaurant, but none parked elsewhere.

Pee Wee jogged quickly around behind the building, hoping to avoid being
seen by diners scarfing down egg rolls at the China Palace.  He scanned the
parking lot carefully for a moment, then ducked between two of the
dumpsters lined up against the back wall.  There was nothing he might use
to cover himself in the dumpster behind the restaurant.  The other
dumpsters were unused, so they were not as smelly.  They were also empty.

Suddenly two young men came out the back door leading into the restaurant.
One of them lit up a cigarette and the two stood there talking, taking a
break.  Pee Wee pushed himself back in between two of the dumpsters and
waited for them to finish their break and head back inside.  About the time
the first two started to go back in, another young man came out shouldering
two large trash bags which he deposited in the dumpster.  By then it was
dark and he never noticed Pee Wee scrunched back against the building in
the shadows.

But Pee Wee noticed him.  It looked like Billy. Pee Wee scanned the parking
lot and recognized the rusty old black Camaro, one of the four cars parked
in the back lot, as belonging to Billy.  Billy's older brother used to
drive it when he hung out with Troy.

"Billy?"  Pee Wee whispered loud enough to catch his attention.  He hated
the thought of anyone catching him in this predicament, but he was beyond
exhausted, and he knew that Billy would help him out of this situation.

Billy came around to the side of the dumpster and looked into the shadows
as Pee Wee stood up and took a hesitant step toward him.  "Pee Wee, what
are you doing here?" He said, "More important, where are your clothes?
What happened to you?"  He stood staring at Pee Wee, mouth open.

"I'll tell you later."  Pee Wee began, "But um, first, do you thing you
could find me some clothes?"

"I already dumped my gym bag off at home before I came to work."  Billy
frowned, thinking, "But lemme see what I can find." He turned to go, then
halted, "Hey, why don't you at least get in my car while I look.  I have a
blanket in the trunk at least that you can wrap up in."

Pee Wee stood, and Billy hustled him over to his car after checking to make
sure there was no one around who might see them.  Billy worked his car keys
out of his front pocket before they reached the car, and opened the
passenger door for Pee Wee.  Pee Wee looked around as he got in the car,
still half expecting that someone would see him.

"Are you okay?" Billy asked again as Pee Wee rolled the window down.  "Did
the guys do something to you?"  Billy touched Pee Wee's mouth, and he
realized that his lower lip was swollen, and remembered that Jason had
punched him in the mouth.

Pee Wee shook his head, "There was a fight at school.  They took my
clothes," he said, "I think they wanted to do more, but I managed to get
away from them."

Billy raised his arms and slapped the side of his head with one hand.  "You
made it all the way here from school like that?"  He laughed out loud.
"How did you avoid getting arrested?"  It wasn't mean spirited, but the
kind of laugh that indicated extreme surprise.

"You have no idea," Pee Wee said glumly.

"No wonder, you look like shit warmed over."  Billy smiled and laughed,
slapping the roof of his Camaro with one hand.

The trees at the back edge of the parking lot, where he had parked his
Camaro, left the car in shadows.  Otherwise the parking lot was well lit.
Billy opened the trunk and tossed a blanket into the seat next to him.
"I'll be back as quick as I can," Billy said, and hurried back toward the
rear door of the restaurant.

After a while, Billy brought another bag out to the dumpster and ran over
to his car.  He grimaced and handed Pee Wee one of the white aprons cooks
wore in the kitchen. "It's the best I could do," Billy said and shrugged.
"Look I've already had my break, and I don't get off work for another three
hours."

"I sure could use a ride home."

"Why don't I call your house and tell them that you're with me.  Is you mom
at home?"

"No, she's working."

"Good. Then I'll square it with Mark.  You can sleep over with me tonight.
I'm sure I can find something you can wear at home."

"Okay."  Pee Wee nodded in agreement.

"Anything I can get you, Peter?" Billy asked.

"Maybe something to eat?"

"I'll see what I can do."

A few minutes later Billy brought out an order of Kung Pao chicken and some
spring rolls, but Pee Wee was already fast asleep in the front seat of his
car.  He set the Styrofoam containers down in the seat next to him in case
he woke up hungry, and then went back inside the restaurant.

"Let's get out of here!"

Pee Wee roused to the sound of keys in the lock, and opened his eyes in
time to see Billy crawl in and shut the door on the driver's side.  Billy
looked down to see the tray of food still on the seat between them
untouched. Pee Wee straightened himself up in the seat and pulled the
blanket back around him where it had fallen away as he slept.

"You okay?"  Billy asked.

"You keep asking me that."  Pee Wee said, still half asleep.  To him it
seemed like Billy had just left him in the car.  "Where are we going?"  Pee
Wee was starting to wake up, but didn't really want to.  He readjusted the
blanket around himself.

"My place, remember?"  Billy smiled, and turned the key in the ignition,
"Looks like you needed some sleep."  Billy started the engine and they
drove down the road heading east toward the street where Billy lived.

When they finally reached Billy's house, Billy was able to sneak into the
garage through a side door, grab a dirty sweatshirt and pants from a
laundry hamper, and run them out to Pee Wee.  Pee Wee got dressed in the
Camaro, then walked into the house, dreary eyed, and looking rode hard and
put away wet.  Absorbed in some video rental, Billy's dad never noticed
anything out of the ordinary as the two boys headed down the hall to
Billy's room.