Pete's Story

It didn’t seem to matter what the boy did, how he behaved, who he tried to befriend, whether he kept to himself or interacted with others, he still got beaten up and bullied on an almost daily basis. At primary school it was almost a right of passage for the other boys in his year to have to beat him up. At some point, it became too much for him, and one afternoon he snapped and fought back. He remembered nothing about the fight afterwards other than that the other, much larger boy, Russel was his name, had a bloody nose, a badly torn shirt and would be sporting a very black eye by the following morning. No one ever bothered him again until he moved up to secondary school.

Secondary school was a nightmare for him. It seemed that it was open season on him. People, well, bigger, aggressive boys wouldn’t leave him alone. He was very, very unhappy. It was during his first year at ‘big’ school that the Boy learned that humour could be an ally and friend. If he took the piss out of himself then others would laugh with him rather than at him. It was successful most of the time and he found himself taking far fewer beatings. Then he realised that he was taking more than a passing interest in his classmates when changing for showers and things. He was finding it very embarrassing that more often than not he would get a woody at the prospect of seeing his contemporaries naked. No one had noticed yet but he knew that when they did his life would be intolerable. And so it was that one Tuesday afternoon, on a sunny day in May, the Boy, along with twenty or so other fourteen year olds set out on a cross country run. He absolutely hated sports of any description, basically because he wasn’t any good at any of them, but long distance running, especially cross country was right up there at the top of the list of least favoured. Still, it was a nice day, and once out of sight of the school he knew the short cut so could walk most of the course and still be back in the same time as the rest of the boys. It was as he was ambling along between the hedgerows, taking advantage of the shortcut that he suddenly found himself accosted by four of the biggest and strongest boys in his year. As was usual in any group of young teens, some boys were developing faster than others, and the four that surrounded Pete that afternoon were all much bigger and stronger than him. All were excellent athletes, none were particularly clever academically. All were much more physically advanced than the Boy, a fact that hadn’t escaped his attention in the showers. Gordon Waddington was the ring leader; a farmers son, Gordon was a good foot taller than the Boy with a young rugby players build. His second in command was Jason Lord, a dark haired, good looking sexy young man who enjoying all sports, was lithe and muscular, but also was sly and cunning. Neil Jones was the tallest, and arguably the best looking. He was also the cleverest, manipulating the others and never getting caught for any of the mischief they collectively caused. Finally there was Andrew Nuttall, the quietest of the four. The Boy could never quite work out why he hung out with the other three as he was quite clever and seemed out of place with the three Neanderthals.

The Boy looked at the four bullies nervously, especially Jason, who he had had dealings with in the past. They just stood there looking at him, smiling at each other. He could tell from the looks on their faces that they had something planned. This was no random meeting, no chance encounter. ‘What do you want? What’s the matter?’

‘Ahhh I think the little puffs frightened lads. Are you frightened little puff?’ Jason was sneering as he taunted the smaller boy. He walked up to him and pushed him hard in the chest. The Boy staggered backwards, stumbled on a tree root and fell awkwardly onto his back, hurting his arm and bottom. He felt tears pricking his eyes but managed to hold them back. He wasn’t going to cry in front of these arse holes! Jason was now standing directly over him. ‘Oh dear, the little puff fell over. Did he hurt himself? Does he need rubbing better?’ The four boys laughed. The Boy was confused. What was going on?

Neil came forward. ‘It’s like this mate, you have a choice. We all know you’re a fucking queer cause we’ve seen you watching us in the showers, and you’ve never had a girlfriend have ya? So we thought we’d give you what ya want – some dick to suck. It’s either that or we kick your head in. It’s up to you.’

‘But I’m not a queer. I haven’t ..’ Slap….. a hand cracked across his head from behind and then he was grabbed by the upper arms and lifted to a kneeling position. Tears were running down his face as Jason once more stepped in front of him.

‘So what’s it gonna be little queer? Suck or slap?’ He grabbed His head and ground his crotch into his face. The Boy could feel the hardening penis pushing against his nose and mouth. He was terrified, what the fuck was he supposed to do? If he did what they wanted they would probably beat him up afterwards anyway. Jason stepped back and pushed his hand inside the front of his shorts grabbing his cock and balls. ‘You want this don’t you Little puff? Come on, admit it. You wanna suck my dick don’t you?’

‘And if I do? What then? You smack me anyway?’ Asked the captive teen suddenly feeling very calm and resigned to his fate. ‘Or am I gonna be your blow job whore from now on? Someone to go to when you want your cock sucking? Is that it?’

The four athletes paused, Andrew spoke for the first time. ‘That sounds like a really good idea doesn’t it? We could get sucked off when ever we feel like it.’

‘Yeah,’ piped up Gordon, ‘maybe we could like rent him out, you know, get our mates to pay us to use him.’

‘£1 a blow.’ Laughed Neil, ’50p for a handjob.’ The four found that very amusing.

Jason was still standing there with his hand around his cock and balls gently rubbing them inside his shorts as he stared at The captive. ‘You ok with that little queer?’ He crouched down so that his face was level with the would-be cum slut. We’ll protect you and make sure no one ever picks on you again, and all you have to do is suck a few cocks. How does that sound?’

‘How do I know I can trust you?’

‘You don’t, yet.’

The two boys, bully and bullied looked hard at each other and something unseen passed between them.

‘Ok, but if I don’t want to do someone you ask me to, I don’t do them. Ok? I’m not sucking some dirty mingers dick.’ The four bullies thought that was very funny, but given the Boys bravado, agreed to his terms. ‘And it’s £2 a blow job, £1 a hand job, and I get 10%.’

He then proceeded to give his first four blow jobs. He was fascinated by the differences between the four cocks. Two were cut, two uncut. All four were approximately 5 to 6 inches long. All were different thicknesses. One was curved to the left, one had a huge mushroom helmet. One was straight as an arrow and he could take that deep in his mouth. One was smooth as silk while another had thick veins he could feel throbbing on the top side of it. Jason was trimmed and had shaved balls, he particularly liked that one, especially when the muscular teen told him to lick and suck his nut sac. Jason held onto his head as he came, pumping his boy juice down his throat. The Boy gagged but swallowed most of the sweet yet salty liquid. ‘Fuckin’ ‘ell’ exclaimed Jason as he pulled his dick out of the hot, wet mouth. Gordon pushed him out of the way and slapped his thick veined penis against the Boys cheek. And so it continued until all four had emptied their seed into their captives now eager mouth.

For the next two years the four bullies kept to their word. The Boy became their go-to face fuck and occasionally, he was asked to service one of their friends. His most regular patron became Jason, and over the time that he remained at school, he met with the Boy at least twice a week during the day and often in the evening the two would meet secretly. The Boy knew that he could never tell anyone Jason’s secret, and as the two years went by, he came to realise that in a strange and complex way the two had formed an attachment, almost a reliance on each other. Once Jason left school at sixteen, and the Boy stayed on to ultimately take his Arm levels and subsequently go to university, the two saw less and less of each other, but in the week before the Boy, now a strong, fit, healthy young man left home to further his education, he agreed to spend one last night with Jason in the knowledge he would probably never see him again.

They arranged to meet at a motel a good fifty miles away from where either of them lived. The Boy, Pete, arrived first, booked in and went to their room to wait for his friend to arrive. Unsure what to do and feeling very nervous, he removed his shoes turned on the tv and sat on the bed. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door, he opened it to find a smiling Jason standing there. He walked in, closed the door and to Petes total surprise, wrapped his arms around him in a hug. The next thing he knew, the man who had held sway over him for so many years was quietly crying on his shoulder saying, ‘I’m sorry Pete,’ over and over again. Gently, Pete took Jason’s face in his hands and without thinking about what he was doing, tenderly kissed his lips. As their mouths parted, they rested their foreheads together and quietly laughed. ‘I’m gonna miss you Pete. I know I’ve been a right cunt to you at times but, well,’ he paused, looked Pete in the eyes, ‘I’ve known I’m gay since I was kid but I can never be gay, my family would kill me. No Pete, really, they would. That’s why I hide, that’s why I beat up on you so much when we were kids. I’m so fuckin’ scared Pete. You’re the only person I can be myself with. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do without you. I know you won’t believe me, but I’ve got so much respect for you. You never hid did you? You used us as much as we used you, only I think you got the better deal, ‘cause you were safe at last weren’t you? No one fucked with you anymore did they. I got to look after you, and no one knew that was what I wanted. I so wanted to protect you Pete. Who’s gonna look out for you now mate?’ Tears ran down Jason’s face as he finally told Pete all the things he had ever wanted to tell him. The two friends sat on the bed holding each other and quietly talked till the early hours of the morning when Pete eventually fell asleep in Jason’s arms.

Jason held the young man he had loved for so long, watching him sleep, knowing that he would have to leave him before he woke. He had spent so many hours, days even, tying to find a way that he could be with Pete, but his fear of the stigma that being gay held, especially in the type of old, traditional cotton they came from, terrified him. He knew that to survive he would have to do what his family expected of their eldest son – work in his dad’s garage/repair shop, marry a local girl, have kids, get fat and deep inside hate himself for the coward that he knew he was. He looked down at Pete and his heart swelled with love and pride, ‘You’ve got more balls than I’ll ever have Pete. At least your no scared of who you are.’

As the first bloom of morning began to brighten the sky, Jason leaned forward, tenderly kissed Pete’s forehead then quietly slid from the bed so as not to wake his forbidden soulmate. Collecting his shoes and jacket he crossed to the door and opened it, ‘Goodbye,’ he whispered, ‘I love you Pete.’ Closing the door behind him he ran out of the motel to his car, he drove without thinking to the hills outside of town, not knowing where he was going, unaware that tears ran down his face and that he was shouting expletives at the unfair world. He stopped in a deserted lay-by in the middle of no where, got out of the car, walked towards the field next to the road and wailed at the sky. The sound was almost otherworldly and contained all the pain and hurt the young man could dredge from his soul in an attempt to purge himself of all feelings for the one he loved so much. He fell to his knees, his arms loose by his side, his shoulders slumped, and that is how he stayed, sobbing silently until he had no energy left to cry anymore.

Back at the motel, Pete woke from his blissful sleep expecting to find Jason still there. Concerned that he was no where to be found and that his car was gone, Pete risked phoning Jason’s home. His mum answered but had heard nothing from him since the day before when he had told her he was staying at a friends overnight. Pete began to worry. He obviously knew how upset Jason had been the night before at the prospect of the two of them not seeing each other again once Pete left for Uni, and he was beginning to wonder if he had done something silly. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘he’s too sensible for that. I’ll phone again later. He’ll be fine – I hope.’

Pete got on with his day, packing the last of the things he would need before leaving the following day to begin his Business Degree at Birmingham University. He worried about Jason all day, unable to get the feeling out of his head that something had happened to his friend, something not quite right. After dinner, at about 7pm, he phoned Jason’s home to see if he was there yet. This time, it was Jason’s younger sister who answered, ‘oh, hello Pete, mum said you’d called earlier. I’m afraid Jason’s not we’ll, he’s had some sort of breakdown and they’ve admitted him to hospital.’

‘What? When?’

‘Sometime last night or early this morning, they’re not really sure. Someone found him passed out on the roadside beside his car on the moors. He hasn’t woken up yet. Mum and dad are frantic.’

‘Is he going to be alright?’ Pete was starting to panic, what the fuck had Jason done? He was thinking clearly enough to know that he couldn’t tell anyone about the conversation the two of them had had last night, Jason would never forgive him, and besides, that might not be why he was in the state he was. Deep down however, he knew his leaving was why Jason was in a mess. But what could he do for fucks sake? He was absolutely going to Uni and Jason was never going to ‘come out’ so where was a solution to be found? He realised that Jason’s sister was speaking to him.

‘….and they’ve sedated him now so he can sleep. It’s like he’s had a shock or something. Shall I get mum to call you later?’

‘No, no it’s ok, she has enough to worry about, but thanks for offering. Please can you ask her to give him my lo..er, best wishes. I hope he gets better soon.’

‘I will, and Pete, are you ok? You sound upset?’

‘Do I? Guess I’m a bit shocked at the news is all. I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Bye now.’

‘Bye.’

Pete hung up. He went upstairs to his room and sat on the bed feeling numb. His dog, Bob came in, jumped onto the bed and sat with him. Pip had died a couple of years before, and knowing that a dog made a much better, safer, more reliable friend than any human, Pete had visited the local kennels a few weeks after Pips death and after a great deal of thought had chosen a little black and white collie cross ball of madness to be his new companion. The two soon became as inseparable as he and Pip had been, and he was not looking forward to leaving him behind when he went to university. As the two sat there, Pete subconsciously drew Bob to him, buried his face in the dogs neck and quietly began to cry. He was helpless in the face of Jason’s obvious pain. There was absolutely nothing that the young man could do to help, and what made it worse, was the fact that there was, as usual, no one that he could talk to about how he was feeling, as although his father no longer beat him or mentally tortured him, their relationship was one of tolerance for each other and would remain that way for many years to come. As for his mum, well, she did what she thought was best for her husband, and never rocked the boat. Pete, the Boy, was still on his own, with his dog.