Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 05:03:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Bullying

The first incident occurred late in my sophomore year in high school.  I
remember I was feeling really good that particular day.  Johnny Henderson
and I were making plans for my upcoming sixteenth birthday.  We were
kicking around who should be invited and who shouldn't, and if you invite
him, you gotta invite her, etc., etc.

Suddenly a strong arm grabbed me and threw me hard against the concrete
wall of the school yard.  He put the whole force of his bulky body against
me, and shoved his face into mine.  His breath was bad, and I tried to turn
my face, but he grabbed my chin and pulled my face back so that we faced
each other eye to eye.

"Get off him, you bastard," Johnny yelled as he tried to pull Brian (Butch)
Cassidy off me.  Butch just elbowed back and caught Johnny in the face,
causing his nose to bleed.  Poor Johnny ran off, presumably to attend to
his bloody nose and hopefully to get me some help.

What happened next was not what I expected.  Butch was leaning his whole
body hard into mine.  He wasn't hurting me at all, but to any casual
observer it appeared that he was crushing me as hard as any bear in the
woods might crush a human being.

"You're a faggot," he kept yelling, and all the time he was rubbing hard
against me.  I could feel his erection pressing into my abdomen.  The
fucker was dry humping me, and since he was doing no real harm to my body,
I began to get hard too and I rubbed even harder into him.  I had no idea
what was happening here, but I'm no dummy, and I sure as hell knew when he
came.  He was obviously stifling a scream which turned into several short
whimpers.  He stayed pushed against me for quite a while.  I was aroused
but I was a long way from cumming.

"Stay out of my way, you shitty piece of fairy dust, or I'll get you
again," he yelled, as he ran off leaving me confused, dazed and very
aroused.  When I got home, the first thing I did was go into the bathroom
and whack off.  As I did, I could feel Butch's big dick grinding into me.
I almost thought of inviting him to my birthday party, but I knew he
wouldn't come.

Butch didn't bother me again for several days.  Then one day, in full view
of dozens of kids in the school yard, he tackled me from behind.  I was
thrown to the ground face down.  Butch turned me over and laid his bulky
frame on top of mine.  At least his breath was sweeter this time.  In fact
it smelled as if he had just consumed a breath mint.

He rocked my body back and forth as if he were shaking the life out of me.
In truth he wasn't hurting me in the least, but his bulky cock was dry
humping me once again.  What could I do?  I ground hard into him and did a
little dry humping of my own.  I actually gave him a Mona Lisa smile, but
he didn't respond to my invitation for better things to come, or cum, as
the case may be.  I pretended that he was hurting me, and screamed for him
to get off of me.

After he came, he continued to shake my body.  Eventually he stood up and
ran away, and finally some of the other students came to my `rescue.'  "Are
you OK?" they all wanted to know.  The sissies had been too scared to stand
up to Butch, and boy, was I glad about that.  In fact, I couldn't wait for
Butch to bully me again.

I tried hard to figure Butch out.  Obviously he was as gay as I was, but
whereas I didn't try to hide my sexual preferences, Butch went to extremes
to hide it.  He bullied everyone; he pretended to be bored and
disinterested in class, but his grades were good.  He dated the hottest
chicks in our class, and boasted afterwards what good pieces of ass they
were.  I was very friendly with one girl he dated, and she told me that he
was a perfect gentleman on their date.

Obviously Butch knew he was gay and he couldn't handle it.  I actually
began to feel sorry for him.  You could not go through life, denying the
very essence of who you are, and be happy.  If he married, he would be
miserable, and eventually his wife would be too, and perhaps his children.
I so wanted to discuss it with him, but I knew that was irrational, and he
would never talk to me in private.

After I figured all that out, I began to wonder why Butch's bullying was
directed at me.  There were other gay guys in our school, who were out of
the closet.  I thought maybe it was because I was the most effeminate gay
boy on campus, but I had to discard that theory.  Most people didn't even
suspect I was gay.  I just didn't hide it.  Then bingo!  I thought; could
he want to have sex with me?  Since he would never express his true
feelings, he got his rocks off with me as best he could, by pretending to
be hurting me for being a faggot.

What did I know about Butch?  I've known him since he moved to the
neighborhood when he was in the second grade.  He and I share the same
birthday, but I had never been invited to his birthday parties, nor was he
ever invited to mine.  Now that we were both nearing sixteen, much to my
dismay, Butch had outgrown me by a good five inches.  His frame rivaled any
professional football player's.  He actually did play football for our high
school, whereas I did everything I could to avoid playing sports.

My best friend, and `hang out with' buddy, was Johnny Henderson.  As far as
I knew Johnny was straight.  He knew that I was gay, but he remained my
friend.  I think that if he was gay, he would have told me.  Occasionally
Johnny dated a girl, but I didn't ever double date with him.  Butch hung
out with the other guys on the football team.  There were always girls
mooing and cooing over him and hanging on to his arm.  Well why not?  Butch
was a hunk.  He got my juices going and when he was `bullying' me, I got as
hard as a rock.  I may only have suspected that Butch wanted to have sex
with me, but I knew for damn sure that I wouldn't hesitate to have sex with
him.

I began to wonder if Butch wanted more than sex with me.  I began to wonder
if he loved me, or if I loved him.  I warmed to the concept, but it was so
preposterous that I stopped giving it any thought.  Why waste my time?

The next time Butch `bullied' me was the first week of our junior year.  I
did the stupidest thing that afternoon.  I went to watch the football team
at practice.  I sat in the top most row of seats and watched the coach put
those hunks through their paces.  The team members grew hot and sweaty.  It
was 86 degrees on this hot September day.  My cock twitched looking at
them, and especially looking at Butch.  Finally, the coach blew the whistle
and he yelled, "OK guys, hit the showers!"

They all turned and headed for the school building until Butch yelled,
"Look at that faggot staring at us.  I'll fix his ass."

"Leave him alone," somebody answered.  "I for one am headed for a cold
shower."  It seems everyone agreed with him and only Butch was running
toward the stands.  Just because he hadn't hurt me in two previous
`bullying' sessions, didn't mean I was home free.  I wanted to run, but I
had no place to run to.  I had to sprint down the rows of seats and Butch
could certainly intercept me.  I looked over the railing of the top row
where I was standing.  The drop to the ground was about twelve feet.  The
ground below was grassy and looked soft enough.  I made a foolish decision.
I jumped over the rail.

The minute I hit the ground on my feet, I knew I was in trouble.  My right
ankle felt like a lightening bolt had gone through it.  It was on fire.  I
could wiggle my toes so I knew that it wasn't broken.  At worst, it was
badly sprained.  I literally saw stars.  Then I heard Butch ask me, "Are
you hurt?  Are you OK?"

His voice was very compassionate and it shocked me.

"I think it's just a sprain, I'll be alright," I answered.

"It's my fault," he said.  "Let me get you to the infirmary."

I winked at him.  "I'd prefer it if you would just bully me.  I'm sure that
I'll be OK in a minute."

He smiled at me.  "Not this time," he said.  "Let me help you stand up, at
least," he offered.

He got me up and I was grateful that I could put weight on both feet.
"There," I told him, "I told you I would be OK.  The pain is almost gone.
Why don't you go shower.  You stink."

"Sure," he said as he started to walk away.  There was nobody around so I
grew very brave, and I called after him.

"Butch, meet me where nobody could possibly see us."

He turned toward me. He looked very sad.  "I'd like to," he said, "but I'm
scared."  He was gone in an instant.

The next time I saw him was just before Thanksgiving.  This time the
weather was bitter cold.  I was walking home with Johnny and before we even
got out of the school yard, Butch appeared from nowhere.  He didn't touch
me, but he started razzing me.  "If it isn't Freemont High's sexiest fairy?
I bet you would love for me to play pocket ball with you."

Indeed, he thrust his fist into my right trouser pocket and tapped lightly
on my balls.  He withdrew his hand pretty quickly.  He laughed and ran
away.  I gingerly reached into my pocket and felt a wad of paper.  I
couldn't get home fast enough.  I ran into my bedroom and closed the door.
I reached into my pocket and withdrew the wad of paper.  It was all
crunched up from having been held tightly in Butch's fist.  I unfolded it
carefully so as not to accidently tear any part of it.  I read:

Can you meet me Friday evening about 7:30 in the gazebo down at the lake?
Nobody goes there this time of year.  Please call me at: 950-555-2213 and
just say yes or no.  Do not say anything else. B

My heart skipped a beat.  At dinner that evening I asked my folks if I
could go out with some friends this Friday evening.  They were delighted to
give me permission.  I rarely went out because I had so few friends, and
Johnny was beginning to date girls with more frequency now.  I was finding
myself alone more and more.

The park was indeed deserted.  To make matters worse, it was snowing
lightly, and the night was exceptionally dark.  I was barely able to find
the path to the gazebo.  When I did see it, I strained to see if anyone
else was there yet, but it was just too dark to determine.  As I approached
the gazebo, I heard Butch's voice.  "I'm here," he said, "on the other side
of the gazebo, facing the lake."

I ran around to the other side of the gazebo, but I stopped a few feet away
from Butch.  I really didn't know what to do.  My first instinct was to hug
him and kiss him, but I was frozen in time.  I still couldn't be sure about
him, so I innocently asked, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

He walked me into the gazebo and sat me down on a bench.  He sat down right
next to me.  He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm gay and I'm
scared to death.  Please, I beg of you, help me."

I wanted to say `doh,' but that would have been very disrespectful, and I
was crying for him in his agony.  I merely said, "I know Brian (I avoided
calling him Butch).  I have wanted to talk to you about this for a long
time."

"You have?" he asked.  "What did you want to talk to me about?'

"Brian," I said, "you can stay in the closet if you want to, but don't ever
think that marriage will cure you.  You'll be miserable and your wife will
be miserable.  The hunger you feel now will never go away.  It will only
grow and grow.  You'll have to be very careful."

"I know.  I have never been with a guy that way," he stated.  "Have you?"

I shook my head.  "Sadly, no," I answered him.

He pushed himself closer to me on the bench and put his arm around my
shoulder.  My head began to spin and my cock began to stiffen.  He leaned
his face into mine and he started to kiss me.  What did we know about using
a tongue?  Our kisses were chaste but full of longing.  The kisses were
feeding our desires.

"I want it so badly," Brian said, "and I want it to be with you.  I've
wanted that since second grade."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"I'm sorry, but I am so scared of the consequences."  Brian held me closer.

"Where can we go?" I asked.  "You don't ever want to be seen with me except
if you are pretending to bully me."

"I know that both your parents work and you are an only child.  I've got a
house full of brothers and sisters at home.  Why don't we cut school one
day soon, and I'll sneak in your back door?"  Brian resumed kissing me.  My
cock was tearing at my trousers.  Somehow he knew.  He reached down and
laid his large hand on my crotch and started massaging.  "Do that to me,"
he begged, and so I did.

Stupidly we both came in our pants.  It was uncomfortable and embarrassing.
"I'm kind of used to it," Brian said.  "Thank you for that."

"It was certainly my pleasure," I said.

"Let's decide when we are going to get together and then I think we should
go home.  It's getting awfully cold."  We agreed that the following day was
as good as any.

I always left the house after both my parents had gone to work, so it was
no chore to just stay home.  The only one who might miss me was Johnny and
he wouldn't come by until after school.  Brian would be long gone by then.

As soon as my folks were gone, I called the school.  I pretended to be my
dad, deepening my voice, and I reported that I was running a fever and
would not attend school that day.  I wondered what Brian was doing about
missing school.  Frankly I didn't really care.  The moment I hung up there
was a knock at the back door.

Brian stood there grinning from ear to ear.  He was so beautiful, I grinned
back at him.

"I brought condoms and lube," he said.

Geez! I hadn't even thought about it.  I had only thought in terms of oral
sex.  I hadn't considered anal sex at all, but the thought of it excited
me.

I couldn't speak, so I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom.  I'm
not sure why I did it, but I shut the door.  As soon as the door was shut,
Brian began to strip, so I did too.  When we stood naked examining our
bodies, I actually got scared.  Brian was huge.  He was fully erect,
circumcised, and at least seven inches, but it was the width that scared
me.  His cock dwarfed the circumference of any salami I had seen hanging at
the deli.  I was fairly average; cut, about six inches, but I had half the
width that he did.

"I hope you're not thinking of fucking me with that monster?" I asked.

"Yes, I was hoping.  Please let's try.  If it hurts too much, we'll stop."

"I hope that I can at least get it into my mouth," I informed him.

We lay down in my bed.  Neither of us knew exactly what to do, but instinct
took over somewhat.  We turned toward each other and groped for our cocks.
We began to stroke each other and I had to ask him to stop.  I was about to
cum, and that's not the way I wanted it to happen.  Brian was still scared
shitless, so I decided to take the initiative.

"Lie on your back," I instructed.  He did, and then I leaned over him.  I
began to kiss him, but this time my tongue parted his lips and my tongue
found his.  Brian began to moan with pleasure.  One of my hands found one
of his nipples and I began to pinch and stroke it.  I could feel it harden.
I moved from kissing his mouth to kissing his tits and then I started
sucking them.  Brian was now sighing deeply.  He placed his hands on my
head and pushed down so I sucked harder and he sighed louder.  Then I could
feel his hands pushing my head downward.  I was as anxious to taste his
cock as he was to have his cock sucked.  I moved further down and wrapped
his rod in my hand.  I stroked for a while and then I leaned over and took
him into me.  I swear, big, macho Brian began to cry.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Oh yes.  I'm just so happy.  Please don't stop sucking."  I sucked away,
perfectly happy and content.  I just knew when Brian had reached the point
of no return.  He was struggling with telling me, but he didn't want me to
withdraw, so he said nothing.  He came in my mouth, but I was waiting for
it.  I swallowed it all, and then lay back exhausted.

We lay side by side for a while neither of us saying anything.  After a
while I could sense that his breathing was normal again.  He leaned over me
and licked his way down my body.  Suddenly I could feel his warm, wet mouth
and tongue giving me the same pleasure I had given him.  It's amazing.  It
was the first time for both of us and yet we knew just what to do and we
were obviously giving each other pleasure.

I too came in his mouth, and he couldn't seem to get enough of my jism.  We
lay together comparing the taste, and then we grew silent.  We turned
toward each other, and wrapped our arms around each other and actually fell
asleep for about a half hour.

We woke up together.  "Did you have a nice snooze?" I asked.

"Uh huh!"

"Did you have breakfast?"

"No."

"Then put some clothes on and I'll make us something.  I'm starved."  Brian
put on his denim jeans, but didn't bother with underwear.  He put on his
sweat shirt and then I dressed similarly.  We went downstairs where I made
us some scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee.

"Are you happy or feeling guilty?" I asked.  I really need to know, because
I was in seventh heaven.

"I've never been happier," he said.  "Thank you."

"Do you think you are recovered enough to try anal?" I asked expectantly.

"I think I am, but if not, I know I will be in a half hour or so."

"Good," I said.  "Let's clean up so my folks won't know that I made
breakfast for two."

When the kitchen was ship shape we returned to my bedroom where we quickly
stripped again.  "Since we were both virgins until a couple of hours ago,
do you think we need condoms?" I asked.

"Brian thought for a moment and then he said, "Yes, if only for the
cleanliness factor."  I couldn't argue with him there.

"I don't mean to embarrass you," he said, "but you are a good deal smaller
than I am.  Why don't you fuck me first?"  That was perfectly all right
with me.  I wasn't quite hard yet so Brian sucked my cock and straight away
it was as hard as it was ever going to get.  I put on a condom and I
greased my cock with lube.  We were both so naïve at this point that we
thought doggie style was the only way for two guys to fuck, so Brian rolled
on his stomach and instructed me to grease his ass hole.  Just doing that
to him, made me even harder.  I crouched over him and placed my head into
his crack.  I entered him with very little resistance.  He was such a big
jock that even his asshole was exceptionally large.  In later sessions when
we learned to rim, my tongue was able to go almost all the way inside of
him.

I lay on top of him with my cock up his ass, frankly not knowing what to do
next.  Brian began to wiggle and I began to stroke.  Do I have to tell you
how fast I filled the condom?  My cock receded just as fast and I fell out
of him.  I ripped off the condom and flushed it down the toilet.  I wiped
my wet dick with toilet paper.  When I climbed back in bed, Brian asked,
"Well?"

"Awesome," I replied.  You'll see.

Brian's entry into my yearning man hole was much more difficult.  We used
up most of the lube, and I was still in great pain, but I wanted Brian to
have the same pleasure I did, so I said nothing and bit my lip.  It took
great effort and several tries for him to get himself into me, but when he
was finally all inside, the pain began to subside.  The more he pumped the
better it felt, and when he came, he literally screamed in joy and with
delight.  When he pulled out of me, I felt that my body had been emptied of
its essence.  I actually began to cry.

We lay in bed together, hugging and fondling and occasionally sucking each
other's cocks.  We both agreed that it was the best day of our lives, but
we knew that it had to end.  Brian got dressed about noon and reluctantly
slinked out the back door.  It was a good thing too, because at about two
o'clock, Johnny came around to see if I was all right.  I told him that I
was fine.  I just felt that I needed a day off.

"You should have told me," he said.  "I was really worried about you."  He
stayed for a while and then he went on home.

I yearned for Brian to call.  I wanted to chat on the telephone like two
good buddies, but I knew it would never happen.  Instinctively I knew that
the next time I saw Butch, he would throw me to the ground or against a
wall and `bully' me while dry humping me.  He would call me a faggot, and
the bystanders would snigger, but he and I would smile inwardly at our
secret joke.

Brian came out after the last football game in his senior year.  His team
mates were shocked but nobody dared make fun of this huge guy.  After that
we got together often and had sex the rest of the semester and through the
summer months.  Then at the end of August, we went off to different
colleges.  I was very active sexually in college, and I'm sure that Brian
was too.  Eventually, we found jobs in different cities and completely lost
touch with each other.

Sometimes I can hardly remember Brian, but I will never forget Butch and
his fantastic `bullying.'