Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 22:28:51 +0100
From: Richard <r.hadfield@tesco.net>
Subject: Mick & Friends - 7

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Mick and Friends -- 7

Chapter 6 ended:

When mom came back into the room I was sitting on the couch with a tent
pole holding my shorts up and I'm sure mom saw it before I got my arms
positioned to hide it.  "Well that's all fixed then. Brandon agreed right
away, and you both have the right to change things at any time. I just want
to thank you for giving me the first week and also considering my time as
well. I really am pleased with the maturity you are now showing."  "Aw
mom," I said somewhat embarrassed, "We need to work together, what I said
to you before taught me that."  "And what I've said about that still
stands. In fact while I know that you will not forget it, I don't want you
to mention it ever again. Ok? Now I think it's time you went off to bed,
good night."  "Good night, mom, and thanks again. See you tomorrow."  I
went off up to bed and my dreams of bulges."


Well my dreams of bulges had the usual morning effect which I quickly took
care of with the careful use of my right hand, before getting out of bed to
get ready for school. I was kind of reluctant to start moving as this was
to be my last time in the house. When I left for school it would be to
never return here again. This house held some special memories. It was
while living in this house that I came to discover my real self.  It was
also here that I found my first true friend who has now become my lover as
well. But then again it is only by leaving this house that I will get to
spend so much more time with Brandon, at least for the near future. So much
going through my head -- so much to think about. I guess school will be much
of a write-off today as I won't be taking a lot in. I eventually managed to
drag myself out of the bed and throw some uniform on as mom was shouting
that breakfast was ready. I pulled all the bed covers and linen off the bed
and folded them into a box which I had kept ready for this purpose -- no I
didn't think of doing so myself; mom had told me to. My room was now devoid
of my personality and so taking one last look I turned and went downstairs
to eat.

All this extra to do had left me running a little late and I only just made
the bus instead of my usual waiting for it. Once on the bus I was unaware
of the usual banter and talking going on. I seemed to be a bit switched off
being preoccupied with my own thoughts. I did not notice the looks nor hear
the comments from a certain group of girls, including the `nympho' Angela,
on the bus, otherwise I might have been a bit forewarned and on my guard
for later. I did not even notice the one boy who was kind of a friend, the
only one I had in my class, Kevin, talking to me until he actually grabbed
my shoulder and asked what was wrong. Unfortunately Kevin hadn't been on
the bus or he might have noticed the girls and warned me.

Kevin, was a bit of a strange guy. He was, I guess, the class dweeb. He
acted effeminate, and certainly was no sportsman. He was the brainiest kid
in the class and also possibly the gentlest. He did not appear to have any
real friends yet he showed that he really liked some of his class mates,
including me. But because of image, non of us were prepared to appear to be
too friendly with him. Man, us kids are so cruel! I must admit that I kind
of liked Kevin, but with my relationship with Brandon going so well, I
tended to ignore Kevin's offer of friendship -- even though he was the first
person in the school to speak to me when I moved in -- other than teachers
of course.

I was right. I don't remember too much of what happened in the classes at
school that day. We had our usual lessons and then the short tea break and
then more lessons till the lunch hour. I usually took a packed lunch to
school and went off to a quiet spot to eat by myself and have a time of
thinking. Today should have been no exception. Except... My route took me
down a corridor which was nearly always deserted. It was no good for
sneaking off to have a smoke or anything like that as there usually was no
real hiding place. There was just the boiler room, but this was kept locked
all the time. As I neared the boiler room, I noticed the door was open and
like all good boys allowed curiosity to get the better of me and stuck my
head in to see what was there. As I did so, I was grabbed and pulled in and
the door was pulled closed again. As I began to yell a hand was slapped
against my mouth to stifle all sounds and I found myself being forced to
the ground by the power of a number of people whom I had not yet
identified.  Then I heard Angela's voice, "Well, let's see what `too good
for you' really looks like." The hand which had been held over my mouth
came off and started to fumble with my tie. As I tried to shout out again,
the hand was quickly replaced.  "Don't be gentle with him, he wasn't with
me." Angela's voice rang out again. The next thing I new my shirt was being
ripped apart with buttons popping undone or pulling off.  Then my trousers
were being tugged at. I heard the button give and then the metal clip
pop. A tearing sound followed as the zip was ripped apart and the seam
parted to beyond the inseams of the legs. My clothes were effectively
ruined. A new voice called out, "It's true, he doesn't wear underpants."
"He doesn't have any bush either." A third girl's voice.  "But that is a
fairly big cock. My brother's cock is smaller than that and he has hair."
The fourth voice -- how many were there?  My torn trousers were pulled down
past my knees and my shirt was opened wide so I was on full view to all who
were there. I was struggling all the time but there was one holding down
each arm and each leg as well the hand over my mouth.

Then a hand grabbed my cock and started to pump it, "Let's see if he can
get a hard-on with my hand this time." Angela mocked. She obviously had
some experience because she new where and how to rub and so the inevitable
happened and my cock became erect. "See it can stand up, and you said you
wouldn't be able to have sex with me even if I was the last person
left. Well look at this now!" Angela then stood up with her feet either
side of my body so that she was in my full field of view. Lifting her skirt
she took her panties down and stepped out of them revealing to me my first
live view of a girl's cunt. Using her fingers she pulled the lips apart and
rubbed on her clit, getting herself moist. Then she squatted down and
taking my cock which one of the other girls had kept hard she used it to
spread her lubrication around and then lowered herself down onto my cock
and proceeded to rape me. While she was bobbing up and down on my cock, one
of the other girls who was holding down one of my arms took my hand and
forced a finger under her panties and used it to masturbate herself. I was
repulsed. In the end nature won over and Angela had the pleasure (for her
only) of having me cum inside her. As she stood up, the cum mixed with her
juices dribbled out and drops of it landed on my stomach. She pulled her
panties on over this mess and then the girls all ran out of the room,
leaving me there in tatters and very close to tears. I pulled my clothes on
as best I could and used my tie to hold my trousers up and as best closed
as I could get them. I knew I couldn't stay there for the rest of my life
and yet did not know what I could do. I stepped out of the room thinking I
would bunk out and walk home. Then I remembered I did not have a home to go
to anymore. I went off to my usual quiet place and thought I would just
stay there until I thought of something better.

On my way there, I came across Kevin walking back as if he had been there
and now was heading back into the main school area. "Hi Mick, Where've you
been? I came looking for you because you seemed so upset this
morning. ... My God what has happened to you?"  I couldn't help it, I just
burst into tears. Kevin ran the last few yards to me and took me into his
arms in a hug and then began to lead me back to my quiet place. I had just
about got back in control when we reached my favourite spot and sat down.
"Mick, I ... I don't know what to do or say. ... I've never experienced
anything like this... Please say something. Tell me what to do, what
happened to you. Please let me help you." Kevin was almost in tears
himself.  "I don't know what to do or say either. What can I do? Those
girls have ripped my clothes to shreds. I can't go home, because we are
moving to Witham today and I can't go back into school looking like this."
"I could phone my dad and ask him to come and get you and take you to
Witham to get new clothes."  "No good. I don't know where to go yet. I've
never seen the place. I don't even know the address or if the stuff will
even be there yet. And besides your dad would have to tell others and then
there will be a whole big scene and everybody will know that the girls got
me and raped me."  "They what?" Kevin almost shouted this out.  "Look, do
you promise not to tell anyone? Please."  "Of course." Kevin had his arm
around me and was giving me a lot of comfort in a time of need. I went on
to tell him what had happened and by the time I got to the end he was
visibly shaken and extremely angry against the girls.  "I just wish I knew
what to do to help you." He wailed.  "Well a needle and thread would help
for starters" I said, and even managed a little grin.  "I aint got any of
those." He said woefully, and then a bit more brightly, "Hey I have got a
stapler, we could staple the clothes together and then they might not look
too bad."  "It's better then nothing. At least it will be sufficient to get
me from here to the car, when mom comes. Shit what am I going to tell her?"
"I think you should tell her the truth, and get those girls into deep
shit." He started to rummage around in his back pack and soon came up with
the stapler which he handed to me.  I tried but was at the wrong angle and
couldn't manage to get the stapler into the right position. "Can you do it
for me?" I asked "I can't get it right."  "I don't know if I should. I have
to go close to your cock and all. It might be a bit weird."  "I'd much
rather have you doing it then risk stapling my balls or my cock to my
trousers. If you can handle it I can."

Kevin took the stapler and moved to face on to me. "It might be easier if
you stand up and hold your trousers at the right height." I stood and he
knelt in front of me. I held the trousers and then realised I would have to
hold the top open while he stapled the lower part first, and so I undid my
`tie' belt and parted my trousers at the fly.  "No way! You got no
under-rods on. So it is true!" Kevin said as he saw my smeared cock hanging
over my balls.  "Yeah. I haven't worn any underwear for a few years
now. Ever since one of my mom's man friends took a fancy to giving me
wedgies all the time."  "That's so cool. I always wanted to do but haven't
had the balls to. Of course it does mean that I might end up touching you
there."  "No sweat. I know you are doing me a big favour and it must be
difficult for you. I won't be the one to go telling. Believe me."  "I don't
know how you can be so cool about this when you've just been violated by
those girls; but I am glad it has enabled us to get together a bit." Kevin
gingerly reached in to get a hold on the material to be staple and then
tried to manoeuvre the stapler into position. In doing so he brushed up
against my balls and hit the tip of my cock with the back of his
hand. Being the normally randy guy that I am I reacted in the normal way
and rose to the occasion.  "Well at least they didn't kill it, even if
there is some bruising around." Kevin said, and this made me chuckle a bit,
lightening my mood.

Kevin had sort of stopped moving and therefore stopped stapling. He had
only managed to get a couple done so far. I looked down to see what he was
doing and was a bit shocked to see that he was staring at my hard cock
sticking straight out towards his face and that he had his mouth slightly
open and was licking his lips.  "If you don't staple a bit more, you won't
get it done before you have to go back to classes." We only had about ten
minutes left of the lunch break. Kevin jerked as he snapped out of the day
dream or whatever it was he had fallen into and in doing so his mouth
brushed against my cock.  He knew I had seen him and rushed to
apologize. "I'm sorry, Mick, its just that I never seen a cock this close
before, and I got a bit of a fright when you spoke. I just jerked, I'm
sorry. I guess I am a jerk."  "No you're not. You're a very nice guy who is
doing another a very big favour. And besides, I don't mind being kissed,
you know." I said with a smile as my brain had started adding two and two
together and coming up with a hundred and four. "Do you like looking at
cocks then, Kev?"  Kevin blushed, "I can't help it. Every time I see a guy
with his pants down I just want to get a good look. I guess that's why I'm
such a jerk."  "Hey, you're not a jerk. Jerks wouldn't help a guy who has
brushed them off so many times before. I'm sorry now that I've treated you
so bad `cause you obviously are a really nice guy."  "No, it's just that I
like you an' all. Some of the other guys have been much worse than you and
if they got into this sort of trouble I'd let them go fuck themselves."
Kevin had managed to get a couple more staples in and had got the material
together round to about an inch before the zipper started. His fumbling
here was causing him to touch my cock and balls a lot more and this was
exciting me so much that I had begun to dribble some pre-cum out my
tip. Kevin moved and the pre-cum rubbed off on his finger. Without
apparently thinking about it he licked it off, and then realised what he
had done.  "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I've never done that even with my own
before." He apologized yet again.  "Don't keep saying you're sorry. There's
nothing to be sorry about. I like having you doing things down there.
That's why my cock is hard."  "You mean you're gay or something?"  Kevin
asked.  "Yeah, something like that. I don't know if I'm gay or bi or what,
but I do know that I like having guys touch me more than having girls touch
me and that I like doing things with guys. So if you want to, go ahead and
have a proper feel or whatever. But you better be quick or else you will
miss classes" I did not care now what happened. The girls would make sure
that the news of my rape would spread with lots of embellishments to make
me look even worse -- so what if a guy now started to say I was queer. I
only had another 5 weeks to go and then I would be out of there for ever
and all they would have was a bit of murky history.

For the first time Kevin showed some real spunk. "Classes be damned. This
is worth any amount of detention for bunking. I've wanked off dreaming of
doing this with you for so long." He dropped the stapler on the ground and
grabbed my cock and began to pump it with all the gentleness of a mother
with a new born baby. I let go of the waist band and let the trousers drop
down my legs, giving Kevin as much access as possible.

He pulled my foreskin back to reveal the purple head underneath and leant
in to smell it.  "It's not going to smell too great because that damn bitch
has had her cunt all over it." I said.  "Whew! You can say that again. But
I can't believe it. Thank you so much for letting me do this. You don't
know what it means for me."  "I might have a bit more of an idea than you
realise, but I know it must be different for each one of us. And hey, this
is making me feel so much better after what I've been through today."
"Which reminds me. You were upset or something and miles away before you
got done by the girls. That's why I had come looking for you in the first
place. Do you want to talk about it?" Kevin asked as he continued to slowly
stroke my cock.  "I dunno. I guess that it was just the realisation that
when I left the house this morning to come to school, I knew I would never
go back there again. Also, in five weeks time I'm finishing here and will
be going to a new school in Witham in September. It will also mean that I
see less of my boy friend."  "You have a boy friend. Wow, that's
awesome. Does he come to this school?"  "Nah. He goes across town. He used
to live the other side and when they moved he stayed on at the old school."
"Do you kiss and fuck and stuff like that? No wait. I shouldn't be asking
questions like that. Sorry."  "It's ok. I don't mind telling you. We have
kissed and done the tongues and we have touched each other and sucked each
other and eaten each other's cum. We've stuck a finger up our bums, but
we've never fucked. We just haven't felt ready for that yet." At this
point, Kevin's ministrations on my cock were reaching a climax and I warned
him that I was close to cumming.  "Cool. I've never seen someone come
before." He sped up, realising that I needed that final burst to bring me
over the edge more fully.

As my balls tightened and my cock swelled he brought his head closer to
have a good examination point. This really turned me on, because I knew
that though there would not be much cum after what the girls had removed
from me, I would still probably shoot hard enough to hit his face. As my
whole body tensed to make the final push, I saw his eyes were glued to the
end of my penis and his mouth was open in awe with his tongue protruding
just past his teeth. It's amazing what you notice at times like these. At
last I blasted. A jet of cum shot out and landed squarely on his nose, and
then another and another. I was amazed at how much I was putting out. As I
stopped spasming, Kevin squeezed my cock as he ran his hand from the base
to the tip to squeeze the last drop and then used his tongue to clean it
off of my cock. I literally shuddered with pleasure at this. And then he
scraped the cum off his face, feeding it down to his mouth with his finger.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.  "Only in my dreams. I've read of
things like this, but I had never even thought of anything like this until
I met you when you first came to the school."  "Oh shit. And I've treated
you so bad all that time when we could have been having fun together. I'm
so sorry."  "Hey! It's ok. You had to keep your image up. And it's been so
good. You have been considered as the silent stud. The brave one for not
wearing undies. It's a hoot because all the time you've been the
opposite. It's going to be so good to hear the others talking knowing what
I know now and not letting them know."

Kevin stood up and gave me a hug. As our bodies came together I could feel
his hard-on pressing into me. "Do you want me to take care of that arrow
you're making a point with down there?" I asked smiling.  "Would you? It'd
be so great."  Leaving my tatters around my ankles, I dropped to my knees
and undid his trousers. I pulled them down over his bum and revealed his
cock trapped in a tight tango type pair of briefs which was being pushed so
far out from his body with his hard-on that the gaps showed his balls
beginning to fall through. I pulled these down as well and got the treat of
seeing a beautiful cock easily as big as mine nestled in a bush of light
brown hair with two low hanging balls. It really was a shame to keep them
trapped in such tight undies. I told him so as I stroked his cock.  "I
know, but I haven't got the courage to hang free like you, and the briefs
keep my almost constant hard-ons hidden the best."  Kevin was also leaking
pre-cum and I pulled his foreskin back to make sure I could get some spread
over his dick head because that is so much nicer for the feelings in the
cock.. I was pretty sure that Kevin really wanted a blow job and as he had
been so good to me, I decided I would just do it for him without asking. I
looked up at him and saw that he was watching me intently and so I put my
head down and sticking out my tongue moved onto his cock with my mouth. He
groaned in pleasure and even more so when I began to massage his balls
while my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. I worked my way gradually
down the length until I could swallow his whole cock and bury my nose in
his pubes. He was obviously enjoying it so much that I decided to go all
the way and do his bum for him as well. I moved the hand which wasn't
massaging his balls round to his back and gently parted his cheeks and
played with his pucker a bit. When he showed no objection, I took my mouth
off his cock for as long as it took to get my finger well lubed with spit
and then taking his cock back in my mouth, I slowly pushed my finger up his
bum and felt around until I found the mound of his prostrate. He clearly
enjoyed this and it was not long before he tensed up and shot forth. He
spewed load after load of cum into my mouth. More than I could manage to
swallow and hold so it dribbled out the corners of my lips and ran down
chin. Eventually he could take no more and asked me to stop. I gave him a
few more seconds to show him that he could actually manage a bit longer and
then set him free again.  "That was so fantastic. Thank you. Thank you. I'm
gonna have to make a plan to get with you again before you go. Would you be
willing?"  "Simple answer. Yes." I replied. As we talked I had been rubbing
my hand through his hair and began massaging his balls again. As a result
his hard on had not gone down. You better stop that or else you will have
to do me again." he said.  "I don't mind. I just enjoy feeling it all." I
stroked his hard cock again and then pulled right away leaving him free to
get dressed. It was a bit of a mission to get his hard cock into his briefs
and eventually he just left half of it sticking up past the waist
band. Then he pulled his trousers up and did up his fly.

"Now lets see abut getting those rods of yours stapled together." He said.
"It might be better if I leave them down for the first bit and we only pull
them up once you get to the zipper section." I suggested "Yeah, I might not
get so distracted then."  Kevin bent down and picked up the stapler to
begin the continuation of the repair work. It did go much better and he
double stapled the seam to make it stronger.  "Well I think we had better
get these up over your cock before we do much more or we might not be able
to." He said.  I bent down and pulled my trousers up and over my hips so
that they were correctly positioned. Kevin then came at me with the stapler
again and began to work at the fly. It was more difficult especially as he
had to have one hand inside the trousers and this had to brush against my
cock the whole time. Of course I got hard again. Or I should say harder as
I had not really got fully soft yet. Kevin made a point of occasionally
wrapping his hand around my dick and giving it a gentle squeeze or stroke
which was very pleasurable, of course. Finally he put in the last staple
and I was all covered up. He stood back to admire his handiwork and
proclaimed that you could hardly notice there was anything wrong. We then
set about trying to tidy my shirt up which did not take too much doing as
not all the buttons had gone. Finally I put my tie back on where it should
go and did a few jumps to make sure everything was secure.  Kevin looked at
his watch. "Well we can make the last period and the girls will not be in
that class. You want to give it a try?"  "Might as well. Better than just
sitting here thinking and getting all upset again. Thank you for doing all
this for me." I leant over and kissed him.  As we parted, Kevin had a
beaming smile on his face and said, "Thank you too. I have really enjoyed
this."

We went back to class as if nothing had happened, but knowing we would have
some explaining to do and probably at least one detention for skipping
classes the next day. The girls must have already said something as there
were some notable looks and whispers. As the final bell went, I got my
stuff together and instead of heading for the bus pick up point I went to
the car park to meet my mom who was waiting for me. This way I did not have
to see the girls at all and felt a lot better for that. I had hardly got
into the car when my mom noticed the state of my clothes and began asking
questions. I had not thought up a plausible reason and so just plumbed for
the truth. Mom hit the breaks and pulled into a parking bay while I told
her the full story less what Kevin and I did of an intimate nature. Then
she began to go back to the school to make a formal complaint. I had not
thought about that and so begged her not to; but she wouldn't hear of
it. "and besides," she said, "Why should Kevin be punished for being the
good Samaritan? At least we must let the head know that he should not be
punished at all." As we came up the road past the school, the bus went the
other way with the girls on it. They saw us and I distinctly noticed Angela
pale. I think she knew she was in trouble.


Well that's chapter 7 and Mick still hasn't made it to the new
house. Perhaps in chapter 8. But as it is not yet fully written I don't
really know.

Please let me know what you think so far.