Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:47:10 -0800
From: Eap <eapauthor@comcast.net>
Subject: Bully Part 1

Note: First attempt at writing. If I get positive responses, I plan more
chapters to this story. Enjoy!

Oh man it was the third time Tom Pearson slammed me against my locker in a
month. I saw stars. Tom had been bullying me since junior high. I was an
effeminate nerd, ripe for ridicule and bullying, and Tom knew it. And so it
been that way for years. And so today, just like two weeks ago, he slammed
me against my locker door during 7th period, and as the stars swirled in
front of my closed eyes, he whispered "Fag!" in my ear, and walked away. He
was good at sneaking up on me, and good at finding a moment when nobody was
in the hall to witness.

Well, the thing is, dammit, he was right. I was a fag. But I didn't want
anyone to know. I was a nerdy, skinny little sissyboy with few friends. I
was 5'6" maybe 110. I sat with three girls at lunch most days. I would,
later in life, learn the term "fag hag" and realize that's what these
friends were to me. But at the time, they were nice to me, and I liked
them. It was nice for a geek like me to have at least a few friends.  "Fag
hag" or not, they were real friends, and I still keep contact with one to
this day.

I'm Jake, by the way, and at the time I was 17, a late-bloomer nerd.  And
of course gay as can be. I jerked off to images of Shawn Cassidy and Lief
Garrett. Hey, don't laugh, it -was- the 70s, and at least I had good
taste. Well, for then anyway... You'd think that my parents would have
known I was gay when I had an Osmonds lunch box in grade school with Donny
Osmond's fresh twinkling smile on the lid. But they were clueless. Probably
thought it was hero worship. And it was, um, sort of....

So what happened in the weeks that followed is why I'm telling this
story. It was miraculous, terrifying, and wondrous, all at the same
time. It was not long after that, a few weeks maybe, and there I was again
with my head slammed against my locker door, the loud clang ringing in my
ears (we all know that metallic locker sound, right?) and stars floating in
front of my closed eyes. But this time was different.

Instead of hearing "Fag!" whispered in my ear, I heard -another- (second)
slam of a locker door smashing, and someone saying "Leave him the fuck
alone, you piece of shit!" I opened my eyes and saw Tom slumped across the
hallway in front of a locker with a bloody nose.... whoa. I looked to my
right, and saw nobody, and then to my left, and saw a letterman jacket
logo, and a tall blonde-haired hunk sauntering away down the
hall. Unbelievable! It was Austin Clarney, the hottest, most popular guy in
school-who would later be the prom king and go on to play college football!

So yeah, wow. Seriously. Tom Pearson never bothered me again. We met up
later a few years later, but that's a different story.

So. Austin Clarney was liked by everyone, the most popular guy in
school. Probably 6' tall (I'd find out later it was only 5'11", ha,
"only"), blonde hair, and a smile that would light up a room! He was a
genuinely nice guy, and had never had a run-in with anyone, and never said
a bad word about anybody.  He was a bit cocky, but always with a smirk and
a friendly twinkle in his eye. He was the type that, instead of being
insulting or mean, would rub the head of an awkward freshman a little
rough, and say "how ya doin' there, twirp?" and pat him on the back and
walk on...  He had actually done this to me once last year...

From that day forward, Austin was my hero, and the subject of most of my
fantasies...


First attempt on nifty, part 2 soon