Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 18:09:47 -0800 (PST)
From: chicken little <boimcrazy@bellsouth.net>
Subject: End of Summer

The story you are about to read is fictious involving sex between young
boys. In no way is it intended to promote or endorse sexual encounters
between adults and underage boys. If this is not your prefered genra or if
you are not legally permitted to read and/or possess written information on
this subject then please leave now.

End of Summer
Chapter 1

	It was the end of Summer vacation 1976, I was 13y/o and was about
to start the eighth grade at Bair High School in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Man
was I excited! I was a teenager and starting high school. No more riding my
bike back and forth, this year I would be riding the school bus. Yeah man,
life was great, and there I was, right in the middle of it, ready to take
life by the horns, kick some ass and take names later! Take it by the
horns? Yeah right. Who was I fooling? Life sucked!
	I was the middle child out of three boys. My older brother Paul was
three years older than I was and was clearly my Mothers favorite. John; my
younger brother, was 5 years younger than I was and to hear my family tell
it John was the cutest, sweetest, and smartest boy anyone had ever seen.
	My family wasn't exactly what you would call dysfunctional but,
life on the home front wasn't all peaches and cream either. Nevertheless,
as far as being loved, my parents loved each of us. Although, when it came
to favorites there was no question that my mother favored Paul and my
father John.
	I understood why they each had their favorite. Paul had always
been, and will always be a momma's boy. Moreover, by 8 y/o John was a
soccer champion. Having taken first place in every one of his competitions'
since he was 5. (Oh, did I mention Soccer was dad's favorite sport). I on
the other hand, have never been and never will be a momma's boy and then
too add insult to injury; I suck at not only soccer but all sports.
	Paul and John were best buds. So much in fact that if you saw one
you knew the other was close by. As far as I was concerned, they were both
assholes who never missed an opportunity to jab, be rude, or just outright
mean.
	After supper that night, I went straight to my room and did a last
check of all my school supplies. Then I pulled out the clothes I was going
to wear to school in the morning and laid them neatly on the chair in my
bedroom. I laid on my bed trying not to think about all the things that
could go wrong tomorrow. I didn't remember falling asleep but will never
forget being jolted out of bed the next morning by a ferocious pounding on
my door. It was John, "Mom Said for you to get your faggoty ass up!"
	I looked at the clock on my desk it read 6:45am. The loose shirt
and baggy levis I still had on from the night before hid my morning bone. I
made my way down the hallway toward the bathroom. Just as I got to the
bathroom door Paul walked out. "What's up faggot?" was all he had to say as
he pushed by. Once inside I locked the door and got undressed. A hot shower
in the morning always gets my blood pumping. About a year ago Rick a boy
from across the street showed me how to jack-off in the shower. So now my
bloods not the only thing that gets pumped in the mornings.
	I finished getting ready for school, listened to the insults my
brothers felt obligated to supply, kissed my mom, and headed down to the
corner to catch the bus.
	The neighborhood I grew up in had lots of families with children
about my age. The problem was that I was well... let's just say unique. Not
in a weird way but I was a little shy, and sort of socially awkward. I was
small for a 13y/o. I stood about 5'2" and weighed about 90lbs I had dark
Brown shoulder length hair parted down the middle.  Most boys my age were
into sports of some kind and many were obsessed with girls. Like I already
said, I sucked at sports and really wasn't sure what the big deal about
girls was. Sure they were cute, smelled good, and were soft to touch but
then again so were boys.
	There was a group of kids that lived down the street from me that
hung out together and made it their business to ensure I was humiliated on
almost a daily basis. Three of them Izzy, Step, and Lou seemed to enjoy my
misery the most.
	Lou was a blonde slut of a bitch and she was generally the
instigator of the three. Step was the ringer leader and Izzy was just along
for the ride, Step, the typical jock type was on the football team was also
the biggest of the three at about 5' 8" 150lbs. The girls seemed to follow
him everywhere. I suppose he was good looking with his dark hair, tanned
skin and the beginnings of a six pack. Now Izzy, he was Step's bitch boy
and did exactly what Step told him to. Izzy was a little closer to my
size. He was about my height but weighed about 10lbs more than I did. He
had long brown hair, huge brown eyes, and the longest eyelashes I had ever
seen on a boy. His parents were murdered when He was 10 so he was made to
live with his grandfather.
	As I approached the corner, I noticed there were already a small
crowd of kids gathered waiting for the bus. When I got to the stop, I sat
down on the sidewalk by myself and looked around to see who was there. Not
wanting to make eye contact with anyone, I kept my head down so that my
eyes were covered by my hair. There they were that slut of a bitch Lou and
her two sidekicks Ass & Hole. They were sitting just across the street from
the bus stop, obviously smoking a joint, not caring who saw. I saw Lou say
something to Step and then point in my direction. I felt a lump rise from
the pit of my stomach as I saw the three of them get up laughing and start
to walk my way.
	I Had done a good job staying away from them all summer long but
now that school was back in session I would see them every day.
	I know the best way to deal with a bully is stand straight up to
them and act like you're not scared. I wanted to stand up to them so badly
and even thought that one on one I might could take Izzy. Lou being a girl
was under what I called gentlemanly protection. Meaning as long as she was
a girl and I was a boy fighting her was off limits. When it came to Step
and Izzy sure I could fight them if I wanted. However, win or lose if my
parents found out I would get the belt, First from Mom and then from Dad.
	I pretended not to see them coming my way. They were About half way
across the street when the bus rounded the corner, granting me a temporary
reprieve from any humiliation that morning. As everyone got inline to board
the bus the three of them got inline behind me. They were making comments
to each other saying things like "damn, this world is full of pussies" and
"I know a pussy who's going to get his ass kicked after school" I ignored
them and when I was just about to get on the bus Lou reached up and cut
open the bottom of my book bag. The whole bus started laughing when they
realized what she had done.
	After the bus dropped us off at school, I found my way to my new
classroom. There were names labeled on each desk, I found my name and sat
down. I checked out the kids Who were already seated and watched as more
came through the door.
	Last year school was hell for me. I seemed to attract those who
needed someone to pick on. Most kids already knew I wouldn't fight and like
the three amigos took advantage of it. Then there were those who seemed to
take pity me as if they knew my circumstances.
	I heard the door to the classroom open, when I turned to see who
was coming in, my eyes hit his face. For some reason I became mesmerized. I
was staring right at him and couldn't seem to stop. He was gorgeous about
5'6" 110lbs, Jet black hair, and the smoothest complexion I had ever
seen. All the sudden This angel looked straight at me, smiled and walked
toward my desk.

To be continued...
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