Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:46:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under His Wing

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UNDER HIS WING
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

"Cap!" ... "Hi, Cap! ...

The greetings started even before I got on the bus - every kid trying to
get in the act.

As a rule seniors don't ride the bus if they can help it (I hadn't since
getting my license the previous year), and when they do, the last thing
they want is to be noticed.  But staying clear of the spotlight was
impossible for me.  As football team captain, homecoming king, class
president and just about everything else, I was the most recognizable guy
in school.  Every dweeb underclassman and his buddy wanted to wave hello so
it would look like they knew me.

More greetings rang out when I climbed aboard and turned sideways to work
my way down the narrow center aisle of the bus.  Up front the seats were
crowded with giggling young girls, all giving me the look.  I grinned back
without offering any encouragement and then sidled along until I got to the
rear where familiar faces waited.

"Hey, Cap!"  Little Gee, the freshman team quarterback was beaming at me.
Next to him his friend Po'Boy, one of the freshman offensive tackles, had a
big grin for me as well.  In the seat behind them TeeBo the lanky JV
running back kept one arm around his girlfriend while with the other he
threw me a mock salute.

"Yo, Cap," he drawled.  "What's up?"

From a bench on my right came a rumbling growl.  "You lost, Cap?"
Crankshaft, the big JV center, was grinning up at me, his wide form taking
up nearly two seats.

I smiled at all of them and held out a palm for Little Gee to slap.  "Hi
guys.  My ride's busted.  I got a lift this morning but this afternoon
you're stuck with me."

Everyone laughed and TeeBo called out, "'Bout time you come hang with the
real deal."

"Yeah, Cap," Crankshaft, told me, trying to keep a straight face.
"Season's over now.  You old guys is has-beens.  You hangin' with the up
and comers here."  With a sweeping gesture he motioned to a bench across
the aisle.  "Take a seat."

On that side the window seat already had an occupant, a chubby kid who
stuttered, "H...Hi, Cap," and looked up at me hopefully.  Crankshaft leaned
over and growled, "Beat it.  Cap don't want no scrubs next to him," and the
kid scuttled away clutching his book bag.

As I sat down Crankshaft waved grandly.  "Gotta' keep the riffraff
suppressed."  Then he turned to grin over his shoulder at Little Gee.
"'Course, we make exceptions for the few who are worthy..."

Little Gee turned red in happy embarrassment and we all laughed.  Everyone
knew he was the best young athlete in the school - a boy who would someday
be Varsity captain in his turn, just as I had been.  He looked at me and
the smile on his face was a special one, with a message that I alone
understood.

"Crankshaft," I said, stretching my legs into the aisle.  "This is so
comfortable I may never take my truck to school again.  When do they serve
the refreshments?"  More laughter greeted this remark, not because it was
that funny but because I was the captain and they liked having me there.
TeeBo was leaning forward, about to make a crack of his own, when a
commotion up front had us all turning our heads.

"Jerk Alert!" ... "Spaz on the Bus!" ... "Special Eddie Time!" ... "Draw a
picture of a car!" ... "Somebody give him his Ritalin!"

Jeering filled the air and I saw a small, slight, blond haired boy being
herded along the crowded aisle by three big kids all pushing him from
behind.

"Gavin an' his crew," Crankshaft yelled to me over the din.  "Ridin' the
new kid again.  Kid's a freshman... Real weird..."

I watched with narrowed eyes as the procession came toward me.  Gavin was a
JV quarterback who had ambitions of taking my place on the Varsity next
year.  He and the two boys with him, Crazy Eddie and a kid named X-Man, all
lived on the same street and had been inseparable since Middle School.
Ordinarily they were decent guys, but I didn't like what I was seeing now.
The boy they were hassling was half their size, smaller than Little Gee,
and he looked frightened.  The poor kid was clinging desperately to a torn
backpack that Gavin kept trying to grab from him, while Crazy Eddie and
X-Man punched his skinny shoulders and pushed him off balance.  All three
were encouraging the jeering from the dweebs on the bus.  The whole thing
looked wrong.

I was about to put a stop to it when someone yelled, "Atomic wedgie!" and
with a grin Crazy Eddie yanked the kid's underwear way up out of his ratty
shorts and then gave him a shove that sent him careening along the aisle.
The boy's knees hit a bench, the backpack went flying, and the kid ended up
in a sprawl at my feet with his backpack and some fluttering papers landing
in my lap.

"What the fuck!"  I snarled.

Suddenly it got very quiet.  The three juniors stared, their leering
expressions changing to ones of surprise and then apprehension as they
recognized me.

"Oh, shit," Crazy Eddie muttered.

Down on the floor the kid was looking up in terror, but there was something
else, too - the kind of dumb appeal you might see in the eyes of an animal
being abused.  He cringed when I held out my hand then let me help him up.

"You okay?"  I asked.  He seemed dazed or else too scared to answer so I
shoved him out of the way onto the window seat beside me.

"Cap, like... like, we didn't know you, like, knew him," Gavin said
nervously.

I picked up the boy's scattered papers, all of which appeared to be
drawings of cars, and then regarded Gavin and his buddies with a cold
stare.

"We was only like havin' a little fun, Cap..." X-Man explained.
Wrap-around sunglasses hid his eyes but the quaver in his voice gave it
away that he was scared.

"So, what'd this kid do?"  I asked them, "Steal your lunch money?"

There were titters from the rest of the bus and Crankshaft made a scornful
noise.

After glancing around uneasily Gavin licked his lips and said, "The kid's
goofy, Cap.  Straight up, he's off the chart.  He don't talk to nobody, not
even teachers.  He draws dumb pictures all the time..."

"He need to be on the short bus," X-Man put in.

"Yeah," Crazy Eddie blurted.  "An' his clothes are like straight Salvation
Army.  He's makin' our bus look bad..."

This last comment drew whispers and mutterings of agreement from some of
the onlookers, which Crazy Eddie acknowledged before turning back to me as
if to say, "See?"

I kept my eyes on Gavin and jerked a thumb at the kid huddled in the seat
next to me.  "So you think there's points in this?"

To his credit, Gavin had the decency to look ashamed.  "No, Cap," he
answered softly.

"It takes three of you to handle him?"  This I directed at X-Man and Crazy
Eddie, neither of whom could look at me.

"No, Cap," Crazy Eddie murmured and X-Man shook his head.

I let them feel my displeasure for a few more seconds and then waved a hand
to dismiss it.  "You guys amaze me.  Hassling the freshman is what
sophomores are for.  You're supposed to know that.  There's way better
targets around here for you guys.  For example..."

I straightened, craning my neck a little to gaze about and heads ducked all
over the bus as kids tried to avoid my eye.

"Yeah!"  I grinned, catching sight of a stocky boy in the back trying to
hide behind his seatmate's book bag.  Raising my voice so everyone could
hear me I said, "Now take Wesley for example.

"Aw, no Cap!"  The stocky boy whined, but he grinned without looking the
least bit scared.  Wesley was an overgrown sophomore who I knew could
handle himself.

"Gavin?" I asked.  "How many of your passes did Wesley drop this season?"
The Junior quarterback glanced at his two buddies and then smiled back at
me.

"At least ten, Cap."

"Seems to me that rates a wedgie or two.  Think you guys can handle it?"

With big grins on their faces the three boys went past me heading for
Wesley's seat and moments later general mayhem broke out back there.  The
shouts and laughter were still going on when the bus engine roared,
drowning everything out, and we lurched off down the driveway heading for
the road.

Exhaust fumes drifted along the aisle, reminding me how much I hated riding
the bus and I shifted around trying to get comfortable before turning to
the kid beside me.

"You okay?"

The boy was sitting with his head down.  He nodded without looking up and I
took him by the chin, lifting his face so I could check for bruises or
bleeding.  He held still, keeping his eyes cast down as I turned his head
from side to side searching for any sign of injury, and at the same time
admiring his delicate, almost dainty features.  The boy's sun bleached
hair, long in the back and chopped short on the sides, fell across his
forehead in wisps of fine-spun gold.  When I let go of his chin to brush
some strands back gently he looked up at me.  His eyes were the color of
pale topaz.

"Let's see your knees," I told him.  "You hit pretty hard when you went
down."

His baggy utility shorts, paper thin from many washings, were a faded
nondescript gray.  The boy leaned back to let me pull up the right side and
I saw that his slender leg was hairless.  When I caressed the swell of
muscle in his calf the skin was satiny smooth beneath my palm.  I ran my
fingertips over the delicate knee joint then onto the inside of his thigh
before giving his leg a pat and moving to the left one.  On that side the
boy lifted himself to let me slide his pant leg well above his knee and
then held still as I pressed and rubbed, stroking my palm along the velvety
warmth on the inside of his thigh.

"Looks like you'll be okay," I said giving him another pat and pulling the
edge of his shorts back down.  "Now, lean forward."

The boy glanced at me then did as he was told and when I lifted the back of
his shirt I saw that his underwear briefs were still wedged up.  "Hold on a
sec."  I struggled out of my Varsity Jacket and draped it carefully over
his lap.  "There.  Fix yourself up," I told him.  "It's okay.  Nobody's
gonna' see anything."

The boy's eyes flicked to mine in a pathetically grateful look.  Then he
put his hands under the jacket.  While he fumbled, straightening out his
clothes, I examined his book bag, which was still in my lap along with the
loose papers I had gathered up for him.

The cheap notebook papers were covered with drawings of cars, some
recognizable and others that were pure fantasy.  "These are really good," I
said, shuffling through the pages.  "You're an artist.  Wish I could draw
like this."

Out of the corner of my eye I caught another of the boy's furtive glances
but could not tell if he was still fearful or just shy.  "Listen," I
assured him, "Nobody's gonna' be botherin' you anymore.  Check this out..."

By then the bus was out on the highway, the roar of its engine so loud I
had to lean across the aisle to get Crankshaft's attention.  "Grab Gavin
for me, will ya'?"

"Sure, Cap."

Moments later the JV quarterback was crouched in the aisle by my seat and
Crankshaft's beefy features were peering over his shoulder.

"Listen," I told them, jerking my thumb toward the boy sitting next to me.
"This kid's a friend of mine.  Nobody messes with him.  Got it?"

"Yeah," Gavin nodded.

"Nobody gets on him," Crankshaft growled.  "We got it."

"You guys keep an eye on him for me."

"Yeah... Uh-huh..."  They both nodded solemnly.

"I don't want any of those pussy-ass freshman or sophomore punks teasin'
him either."

"They won't, Cap," Crankshaft assured me.

After staring at both of them for a few more seconds I waved a hand in
dismissal.  "Okay..."

Gavin went back down the aisle to his seat and Crankshaft settled back in
the one across from me rumbling, "It'll be just like you say, Cap."

Turning to the boy I asked, "You hear that?"

He nodded and met my eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze again.  My
Varsity Jacket was still draped over his lap and I slipped a hand beneath
it, letting my palm rest on his leg.  Under my fingers his thigh was a firm
smooth curve.  I gave it a quick squeeze.

"You can stop worrying.  Nobody bothers my friends.  What's your name?"

He lifted his head and faced me just long enough to say, "Timmy."  Then he
got all shy and looked down again.  I stroked his thigh, smiling to show
him it was okay.

"You know who I am, right?"

He nodded without looking up.

"My friends call me Cap, so that's what you call me - okay?"

There was another nod and a brief flick of his eyes toward me.

"So, you like cars?"

"Uh-huh."

The answer came so softly I could barely hear it over the noise around us.
I kept rubbing him under the jacket, stroking along the inside of his
thigh, sliding the worn cloth of his shorts over the silky skin beneath,
and the boy parted his legs so I could push further up toward his crotch.
There the edge of my hand detected a hint of something hard under his
clothes.

"You like NASCAR?"

"Uh-huh."

"Who's your favorite driver?"  I already knew the answer.  The cars in his
drawings all had the number twenty-four on them.

"Jeff Gordon."

"Aw' right!"  I squeezed his thigh.  "Minds Jimmie Johnson.  We're
teammates!"

Timmy glanced at me again and I could tell this had made him happy.  I
smiled at him and slid my palm back and forth on his leg stroking the curve
of muscle beneath the shorts.

"Your legs are kinda' strong here.  You play any sports?"

Another glance at me, a fearful one this time, and he shook his head.

"That's okay," I said quickly, giving him another pat.  "You like cars.
That's cool.  How 'bout motorcycles?  You like to race motorcycles?  You
got the right build for it.  Bet you'd be good."

Gently I kept working my palm upward, pushing into his crotch with the edge
of it.  "Make a muscle," I told him.

The boy half-straightened his leg, lifting it slightly, and I stroked the
tightened curve of his thigh, letting the edge of my palm rub against the
hardness in his shorts.  Timmy squirmed a little trying to part his legs
further under my jacket, and I felt the hardness stiffen even more.
Gradually I let my palm glide up over the thin worn fabric that covered his
groin crease and the boy tightened his leg for me again while I rubbed the
top of his thigh.  Continuing to work upward I went beneath his loose
shirt, and than over the edge of the shorts onto the smooth bare skin of
his stomach.

"You got some good muscle here too," I told him, brushing my fingertips
over the silky warmth.  Timmy glanced at me in a way that was almost
worshipful and shifted position to make it easier for my hand to move
around his lean waist.  He had a slight, slender body and I could sense the
delicacy of it as I caressed the silky hollow between ribs and hip.  When
my fingers slid along the edge of his shorts Timmy leaned back and sucked
in his stomach, inviting me to push down but instead I took my hand from
beneath the jacket because I heard someone approaching in the aisle.  It
was Little Gee and when I turned he was there, crouching next to me, eyes
dancing with excitement.

"Cap, we still goin' trail ridin' tomorrow?"

"Hell yes," I said, giving him a conspiratorial grin and the boy smiled
back happily.  I fumbled in my pockets for the plastic baggie of loose
joints I had saved for him and after checking that no one was watching,
passed them over.  "I'll have the truck ready by then," I said watching Gee
hide the baggie under his shirt.  "The weather's gonna' be perfect.  We'll
take the bikes all the way up to the Lake.  When we come back we can go
over and cruise the malls."

This brought an even bigger smile to the boy's face and the tip of his
tongue poked out between his lips as he looked at me slyly.  The lake was
our secret place, the place where I had first had him three summers before.
Since then we had done it in lots of other places, including the back of my
truck and the football locker room, but the lake was still his favorite
place to go.

From the beginning Little Gee had liked it rough and the setting of the
Lake, a spot so far back in the wilderness that few went there, seemed to
excite him.  When we rode to it he always went naked under his leathers.
At the hidden cove where we parked he would come into my arms so I could
unzip the slick jacket and pants, wanting me to lick his slim muscular body
for the tang of his boy sweat while I stripped him slowly.  Once he was
naked, he liked to straddle his motorcycle, rubbing his crotch against the
seat while I unzipped myself.  Then he would lean forward, pushing the firm
mounds of his butt toward me and beg me to take him.  He liked for me to
ram it in, making him arch and gasp as I penetrated his rectum, and then
when I slid in and out the boy would push back squirming against my thrusts
groaning, "Harder Cappy...  More... Do it more... Harder..." and I would
keep pumping until his young body was jerking beneath mine.

Afterwards, lying on a blanket at the soft grassy verge of the Lake I would
take him again, thrusting up into his rectum while holding an arm around
his neck and rubbing his jutting boner.  Over and over the boy would
breath-hold to the limit of consciousness, arching and shuddering in climax
as warm slippery drops rolled off his tip onto my stroking fist.  In the
end, his head would loll back and I would hold his hard slender body in my
arms, feeling the pounding of his heart under my palm...

Now we grinned at each other and touched fists.  Then he got up to go back
to his seat, all his movements graceful as a young dancer's.  Following
him, my eyes undressed the boy picturing the smooth, satiny perfection I
would have in my arms the next day and seeing as well the changes that were
overtaking it - the coltish look of his growing legs and the tuft of downy
hair that surrounded the base of his thickening penis.  Little Gee was
developing, following the pathway into adolescence that would lead him away
from me to his own identity.  Already our relationship was changing.  Now
when we were together, the talk was less about the things we did
ourselves. Instead Little Gee probed me for advice on leadership, peer
relations, schoolwork, plans for the future - and girls.  He drank in every
word I gave him, particularly the ones on that last topic, and with my
discrete help he had begun his first explorations into the vast unknown
continent of the opposite sex.

I cared for him far too much to be jealous of any of this and was confident
our special bond would endure in some form no matter what happened.  But I
was human enough to mourn the passing of the youngster he would never be
again.  Our times at the lake were coming to an end.  Tomorrow might not be
the last one, but I knew quite well that when Little Gee accompanied me to
the mall there would be a flock of girls around him the moment we arrived.
He would grin at me and handle it well, the way he did everything well, and
I would be proud of him the way I always was.  But it would be one more
sign of the changes that were taking place.

The bus lurched around a curve and I turned back to the boy sitting next to
me.  Timmy glanced up, a quick shy look, and I asked, "So, where do you
live?  Sunset Village?"

It was a guess but the welfare clothes gave it away and when he nodded I
wasn't surprised.  Sunset Village was a low rent trailer park in the woods
off the State road, populated mainly by old people and transients.  I was
willing to bet Timmy went home every day to an empty unit and had no
friends his own age.

"Listen," I said.  "I gotta' finish up a brake job on my truck this
afternoon.  Unless you gotta' go home right away you wanna' hang with me
and help out?  We could like..."

He was nodding even before I finished, looking at me with such grateful
eagerness it made me smile.  "That's cool," I told him.  "When we get done
we can try a little four wheelin'."

The boy still held my Varsity Jacket draped over his lap and when I moved
my hand he lifted it so I could push underneath.  The instant my palm
stroked over his shorts I knew something was different.  I slid my hand up
and found the slick hardness of Timmy's boner jutting out from an un-zipped
fly and parted briefs.  The boy sat very still, his eyes darting
apprehensively to mine when I touched him.  Then, as my fingers began
rubbing up and down on the stretched skin of his rigid shaft, he parted his
legs and leaned against me.

"We can get the trail bikes out, too," I told him.  "I'll teach you how to
ride.  I got a course set up out back.  You can use my old leathers.  Bet
you'll be a natural."

Timmy looked up at me and if I ever saw adoration in a boy's eyes I saw it
then.  Shyly, and with another look at me to be sure it was all right, he
moved a hand onto my leg.  I lifted his backpack, which I was still holding
and felt a thrill shiver through me as his fingers slid into my crotch and
began to explore.

"From now on you don't take the bus," I told him, leaning close to talk
softly into his ear.  "You ride to school every day in my truck.  I want
you hangin' with me."

I squeezed his rigid penis gently, pumping faster, and felt the boy tighten
his butt to harden himself even more.  Then he squirmed closer.

Timmy's slight build was very different from Little Gee's and I was sure he
would be different in many other ways as well.  As he leaned against me I
pictured how it would be.  First we would share the dusted joints I had
been saving; then I would strip him slowly, caressing the graceful flanks
of his silky young body while I kissed him, pushing my tongue deep into his
mouth.  When he was straddling the motorcycle, leaning forward with his
slim, rounded butt pushed toward me, I would part his crease and insert a
gentle finger, lubricating him with fragrant coconut scented oil, pushing
up and sliding my fingertip over the little nub at the base of his hard
penis while he squirmed, writhing against the leather seat.  When he was
ready, I would teach him how to bear down so his dainty anus would open
like a flower.  Then as his small butt thrust back I would lean over him,
easing the blunt tip of my jutting rod into his opening.  The boy would
moan softly as his ring stretched and than, when I popped through, he would
give a little cry and quiver with passion as I slid up into his hot
sweetness for the first time...

"You get off the bus with me," I whispered into his ear.  "I'll tell you
when to get ready."

Timmy nodded, looking up at me, his eyes alive with anticipation and
excitement.

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