Index:
1) - Teenage secrets - Growing pains - Next-door neighbor was the best babysitter ever.
2) - Teenage Secrets - High School Bully - Getting a whole new lease on life.
3) - Teenage Secrets - Coming Out - The worst coming out Roy could have imagined.

Introduction:
A second spinoff. Roy Miller, a bespectacled geek, wasn't as worldly as his classmates. Until his next-door neighbor bought him a leather jacket that gave him the confidence that the 15-year-old was lacking. Turning him into a sneaky high school bully. Finally, he takes revenge on the people who had turned his life into hell.

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Teenage Secrets, High School Bully.

Getting a whole new lease on life.

To my surprise, my parents did not unload a barrage of questions on me over dinner that Thursday evening. I had expected them to want to know every detail of what I had done with my next-door neighbor while they were away for work. Even Mom said nothing when I didn't hang my new leather jacket in the hallway. I had taken it straight up to my bedroom, along with the gloves and studded belt that Joshua Cox had bought me. And that wasn't even taking the condoms or training dildo into account. I desperately needed to find a good hiding spot for that thing. My prudish Mom would kill me if she knew I owned a sex toy. 

Luckily, I had the week off from school while my parents were on a 3-day business trip. So, I had some spare time to think things over. Well, even if my parents had grilled me for answers, I would not give up my secrets lightly. The things I saw and did during the sleepover at my 27-year-old neighbor were way too nasty for that. Josh Cox had given me alcohol and fast food. We had watched porn and even jerked off together. He took me - on the back of his speedy black BMW motorcycle - to my first-ever sex shop. Yet, we made up a story for my parents. I would tell them he took me along to watch the motorcycle races.

However, the best thing of the entire 3 days was that he treated me like the 15-year-old I was. Horny and in search of answers. The man knew me better than my parents had ever done. Mom had asked for a babysitter. However, I got the male role model and teacher I was searching for. And a good-looking, muscular, bike-riding, sexy, powerful Mother Fucker at that. Pardon my language. But that's what the 27-year-old Josh Cox really meant to me. I learned a lot about my 15-year-old self, though. 

- AI-generated image / Mage.Space -
Biker Boy, Roy Miller (15) in his new outfit
arriving at high school, bullying the bullies.

However, after two days, on Sunday, the questions I had expected still had yet to come. There was an odd sense of chill emanating between my parents. As if they were waiting for the bomb to burst.
So, after church and our Sunday lunch, I asked my Mother and Father, "Hmmm?... Guys... Can I ask you something?..."
"Sure, son... What do you need?..." said my Dad in a forced calm.
"I need a bit of help... I have been thinking about my future... I could do with my own house key and a clothing allowance... Mom, could you teach me to cook and wash clothes?... I need to learn how to take care of myself... I am 15..." I said. I felt somewhat relieved of my own bravery. Well, I lit the fuse, and the bomb went off spectacularly.

"Did Mister Cox put you up to this?... I know he put ideas in your head!... YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!..." Mom screamed. Specs of spit flying at me. But that was not all, "... You will NEVER ride on Mister Cox's motorcycle again!... We saw you leave on our doorbell camera... That's much too dangerous!..." yelled my mother at the top of her lungs. I could see her temper rising.
"... And you can forget ever seeing Mister Cox again, Gilroy Jeffery Miller... I don't trust him... You are only 15... And he is 20 years older... I should have known this would happen... You disgust me!..." she said. My father just sat there and looked bewildered between his wife and me.

"Well, that ain't going to happen, 'Milldreth'..." I replied with an iron-clad focus. I knew where I was going with this. I had never called my mother by her first name. But it showed Mom how angry I was with her.
"Oh?... Why is that?..." she screamed, irate.
"I am going to mow his lawns weekly... And Cox is going to pay me for the work... I will also be getting myself another part-time job or two... For some spending money... So I can buy my own clothes, as well..."
"Uh-hmm... I don't think so... You don't know how!..." said my mother scathingly.
"And at this rate, I never will be if you two don't teach me how!... Now, will I?... I am off to college in a few years... I need to learn how to take care of myself by then..." I yelled back.
This visibly startled both my parents. They clearly had not thought of me ever leaving the house and living on my own.

"Now, now... Son... Don't take that tone with your mother!..." scolded my father feebly at me.
"Sir... I have been belittled and made unsure by the two of you all my life... That has to stop!... I can't take it anymore..." I called.
There. I said it. It's out in the open now. I need to take control of my own destiny, and today was as good as any.
Mom stood up rather quickly. She pushed over her chair. It fell against the glass-fronted dresser, breaking half the pointless frilly ornaments inside. She didn't even look at what she had done and stormed incensed out of the dining room. My father raised his eyebrows and followed his wife.
I got up and ran upstairs to my bedroom. Fumingly smacking the door closed behind me.
"FUCK!... That went well..." I shouted to an empty room.
It was a long hour before my father knocked on my bedroom. My parents never did that before. I had no privacy and not even a lock on my bedroom door.

"Roy?... Can I come in?..." he asked.
"Sure... It's your house... Your rules... I am a nobody... So why should I have a say in anything?..." I sneered back.
"What is it you need, Son..." muttered my father after a while.
"I need a smartphone, a school laptop, and money for my own set of wheels... I saw an excellent electric moped..." I suggested. By the look in Dad's eyes, I could see those ideas did not go down well.

However, Dad offered me a 100-dollar bill without saying anything. Trying to buy his way out of this awkward situation. I was so pissed off at the two of them that I left him hanging.
"What do you want from me?..." he said, surprised.
"Start by saying you're sorry... 'Sir'..." I sneered at my father, "... Then give me a house key so I can let myself in... And 100 dollars won't buy me a new phone... Let alone a set of wheels... It would be nice to drive myself to school or into town... Shit, it's barely enough to buy a new pair of pants... 'Sir'..." I grumbled as I turned on my side. Looking away from him. 

"Uhhhh?... You could use my mountain bike, son... But your Mom wants you to take that leather jacket back..." sighed my father heavily.
"Yeah, sounds like her... I am sure she wants me to dress like a baby in diapers for the rest of my life... Ain't going to happen, Dad... I could not get a refund if I tried... It's made to measure... And when did Milldreth ever ASK ME WHAT I FUCKING WANT?... She needs to stop running and ruining my life... GET OUT!..." I grumbled angrily. Still not looking at my father.

It went quiet after a while. I closed my eyes to hide my tears. I must have dozed off as soon as my face hit the pillow. When I awoke - the following Monday morning - I found an envelope with a house key and a check on my desk. 
I washed and dressed myself to go to school. Putting on a light gray hoodie and some old pale blue jeans. I only wore them during yard chores around the house. This was all out of the norm for me. Mom made me dress in office shirts with tidy pleated trousers. In those clothes, I looked nothing like the other people at school.
I strapped on my black work boots, rather than the dress shoes Mom made me wear to school. Looking in the mirror, I saw a self-assured man looking back. Not the little bitty baby boy my parents wanted me to portray in public. A little overconfident, perhaps, but acting and looking the part of a cocky 15-year-old high school twink. 

Once downstairs, I found that my parents had already left for work. Typically, one of them stayed behind so they could lock the door after me. This day, I had to make my own lunchbox for school. I don't know what the day would bring. Or even how people would react to my new look. But I wasn't going to take shit from any of the high school bullies anymore, either.
I am sure Josh Cox would have had all the answers. And even if he did not, then he probably would have pointed me in the right direction. 

When I had finished breakfast, I pulled my Dad's old mountain bike out of our garage. Years ago, my Mom bought me a bicycle with mirrors and one of those orange safety flags for kids' bikes. Telling me it looked as cool as a motorcycle. It did not! And that was apart from the girlish pink frame color she picked out. However, dressed in my new leather jacket, I set out to go to high school. Strapping my backpack butchly over the handlebars of Dad's bike. For once feeling and looking much cooler than ever before. 

Apparently, so did Joshua Cox. "Hey there, stud... Nice look... Off to school?..." he called from his driveway.
"Hey Cox..." I said as I screeched to a halt in front of him.
"Well?... How did it go?... Did your parents give you any grief, Miller?..."
"Yeah... Loads..." I sighed.
I quickly told Josh Cox what had happened, and he sighed heavily. The man gave me a bro-hug and whispered, "Go give 'em hell at school, kiddo... Your Dad and I talked... He's okay... But your Mom is a piece of work... Go on... We will talk later, Roy... I really like the new look, buddy..." 

Cox ruffled my hair and put his Yankees baseball cap back-to-front on my head. Mom disapproved of baseball caps. Like so many other things. But it made my dingle tingle.
"All thanks to you, Sir..." I said proudly. Pulling the cap off. Looking at it while I adjusted the strap and replaced it.
"Yeah... I love that look... Keep it... I've got a few..." said Cox as he sent me on my way.

Needless to say, my new look and a different bicycle made a few heads turn when I arrived at school. A new week, a new chance. And I took it with both hands. Shit, I felt much cooler than I even looked.
"Hey, homie... Or is that homo?..." shouted Aron Ericson at me from a distance, "... Miller... You do know it ain't Halloween, do you?... What are you all dressed up for, bro?..." sneered Ericson. He had watched me chain up the mountain bike in the bike rack. Talking smack with his cronies, as usual. However, his mates did not laugh at Aron's snide remarks. Typically, they would have let out bellowing laughter. Thumping Ericson on the back for a great put-down. Their relative silence boosted my confidence, though.

"Jealous, much?... Shouldn't you be in detention, Aron?..." I countered butchly. Much more so than usual. You see, Ericson was the bane of my high school career. He was the biggest bully I had ever known. Always putting me down or beating me up. And so far, I never dared to stand up to him. Apart from a foul mouth, the popular ebony thug was constantly beating up people, just for the heck of it.

Sure, others made my life at high school difficult as well. But Aron Ericson was the worst by far. Pushing me around, making me trip, stealing my lunch money. But the new, tougher look gave me the confidence to try a new approach. I wasn't going to take shit from anyone today. Or ever again.
And Cox's words, 'Go give 'em Hell,' still rang in my ears as I walked tall to the main entrance. 

Even the gathered girls outside looked at me and started grinning secretively. But not in the nasty sneering way they usually gave the bespectacled little me. As if I was something smelly, they had stepped in. No, the girls seemed much more impressed by my new look and tougher act. 
"An Act..." I thought suddenly, "...That's just it!... It's not these clothes... It's the way I act in them..." With that realization, I smiled back at the giggling women and went on my way. Yet, making a mental note to observe what the popular guys at school were wearing. I considered using some of my newfound wealth to get my act together. Prepare myself for the road to college life.

During morning break, I went into the bathroom to take a leak. My dick had been itching all morning. As a shy guy, I usually did not piss at the urinals. That was certainly not the case when Ericson was standing there by himself. His thuggish sweatpants pulled halfway down. One hand butchly propped against the back toilet wall.
I spotted Aron looking at me as I combed my sleek hair with a wet comb in front of the mirror. Trying to change my boyish hairstyle into something more butch. After combing it back with a side parting, I decided to stand right next to Ericson at the urinals. Even though there were several other pissoirs free.

I phished my semi-erect cock out of the grubby jeans and let out a soft moan. Preparing to relieve myself. Yet, feeling the eyes of the ebony bully on my 8-inch half-hard cock. I wasn't as big as Joshua Cox, but puberty had treated me well.
"What the fuck!... Ericson?... Are you looking at my cock?..." I yelled as I caught the wide-eyed bully staring at my crotch.
"No... No... Man... Just... Damn... You're hung!..." he said. Trying to sound impressed.
"Yeah... Well, you are not!... Do you need tweezers to hold it?... That's not the BBC you brag about... That's more a TBC... a Tiny Black Cock..." I sneered meanly, looking over at the ebony prick. Aron was no more than 4 or 5 inches. And as thin as I had been at 13. I hoped to God the high school senior was a grower. Because his current size was pathetic.

I saw Ericson blush in shame. But I wasn't done bullying him for a change.
"Well, now I know what you're overcompensating for... Geez... Ericson... Can you even get it hard?... Not very impressive, is it?..." I laughed derisively.
Turning my hips to him, I started to stroke my own boy-toy to full glory. Calling, "This is what a real man looks like..."

Try as he might, Ericson could not get it up. He just kept staring at mine.
"Get on your fucking knees!..." I bellowed.
To my astonishment, 17-year-old Aron actually did just that. He even tilted his head back and opened his mouth in anticipation. A little weary, I took a step forward and smacked my 8-inch dick against his pimply ebony face. The leather of the new jacket's sleeve creaked as I repeated this move. Slamming my 15-year-old dick on Aron's outstretched tongue.
"Well... We know who's the homo here now... Don't we?... Is this what you want?... BOY..." I sneered meanly. Taking a long hard look at my hard dick resting on Ericson's face. Feeling much more in control than ever before.

"Suck it!... Eat my cum... Bitch..." I called down at the quivering bully between my legs. He was no bully. Aron was just a sex-starved little queer. Fighting other guys, just so he could touch them.
As Ericson sat up and slowly moved his yearning mouth to my cock, I took a fist full of dreadlocks and pushed violently inside. Only stopping the advance once my cockhead made Aron start to gag on it.
"I haven't got all day... Suck me off... Eat that shit... BOY..." I said derisively. Humiliating the 17-year-old thug to the bone. I was a little bit self-conscious. Anyone could have walked in on us.
I yanked his face over my dick and made Aron Ericson sputter and gag like mad. But the ebony bulldog was just a little puppy. Looking for tails to play with. Poor fool. I loved the way the back of his mouth felt, though. And this dude had bullied me for the last time.

"Take it all!... Bitch... Suck me deeper... Swallow it!... I am getting nice and hard... Your black ass is mine!..." I called after a few minutes of mercilessly face-fucking Ericson. Nearly making him puke as I let my cock choke him. The bully had not expected this from me. That much was clear.
"Hands on the pissoir!... Slut... I am going to rape your sorry ass!..." I ordered at the crying dude between my boots. Again, Ericson surprised me. In a flash, he had jumped up and grabbed the sides of the nearest urinal with both hands. Bending over and eagerly presenting his rear end to me.

After pushing my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, I freed both his hairy cheeks. However, the little voice in my head warned me to stop. To not do what my cockhead wanted me to do. I wasn't going to stoop to Aron's level. The man was known for punishing his victims with other body parts than his fists. Instead, I decided to humiliate the senior high school bully even further.
I put on the thin leather gloves Josh Cox had bought me. Grinding my dick between the brown buttocks of the bitch. After taking a step back, I smacked his ass so meanly that the sound reverberated around the tiled bathroom. Aron's face painfully slammed into the back of the urinal. And I repeatedly flushed the thing. Drenching the boy in his own piss and water. Laughing derisively, I walked back to class. Taking one last look in the bathroom mirror. Observing the mighty grin on my face and my fly-away hairdo. Putting my glasses in the inside pocket of my jacket.

Damn, I was 10-feet tall. And for a 5-foot-7-inch guy like myself, that was a new feeling. 
I met one of the grinning girls from earlier in the hallway to class. She was chatting with a group of basketball jocks and her cheerleader friends. People stepped aside for me. Watching me float through the hallway, past the lockers. Amalia noticed me, too. She was a year younger than me. But she gave me a hot smile that even a gay dude like myself could not resist.

I walked straight at the long-haired, hazel-eyed goddess. As I slowed down, the idea of asking her on a date struck me like lightning. Hooking an arm around the girl's waist, I pushed her back with the other hand firmly pressed under one of her breasts. Cupping a feel while my mouth tilted to meet her's. Right smack in the middle of the hallway, we kissed as if we were long-time lovers. If I was straight, I might have even groped her between the legs. The brown-haired Amalia moaned so warmly that she might not have objected if I had tried.
"Want to catch a movie with me sometime, Amy?... We can fool around in the back row if you want, honey..." I asked her hotly after we broke apart. The tough guys around me were deeply impressed. And the other girls were visibly jealous.
"Sure... Roy... I'd love to... Damn, you are a great kisser, Miller..." she panted hornily. A little out of breath. 

I told her that I needed to get a new phone. But that I would share my number with her as soon as I did. Amalia smiled warmly and stroked her hand behind the leather lapel of my new jacket. Pressing her knuckles into my chest. She let out an impressed, crooning murmur.
I, of course, watched the jock's reactions more closely. I envisioned myself getting spit-roasted by a couple of them. Just like in the porn I had watched with Joshua Cox and the bikers. But I figured I might as well try a beauty like Amalia, too. And her not rebuffing me had boosted my ego even more.
One of the jocks - a strapping young dude - grinned naughtily at my conquest and gave me a high five as I left the group for my next class. The tall, athletic jock walked a little way with me.

"Dude... That was fucking smooth!... Love the new look, Miller..." he said, impressed.
"Ah... Wait?.. What?... You know my name?... You have me at a disadvantage there... Stud..." I said as I looked him up and down.
"Ha... Like what you see, Miller?..." he asked, "... I am Kevin Hard, by the way..."
"How hard are you, Kev?..." I smirked.
"Ha... Perv... I like you... Well, I like the new you..." he grinned.
"Feeling is mutual..." I said calmly.
"Oooh?... Are you... Are you into? -..." he muttered, surprised.
"Shhh... Still figuring stuff out... What gym do you go to?... You're so... Damn... You're so hot..." I sighed as I took a good look at the 17-year-old athletic man.
"The one across from the bus station... It's a bit of a boys' club, though... You'd fit right in, Miller..."
"Ha... You're too hard for me to fit you in..." I joked. Watching his bulge stretch his tight jockstrap in the tracksuit pants.

That last remark made Kevin's eyes roll out of his head, and his chin drop to the floor. I had already moved on to my locker as he started to double up with laughter in the hallway behind me.
But the jock had made a lasting impression on me, already. I loved the way he wore his hair. It was bleached and spiky. The skin-tight polo shirt under his varsity jacket. The trainers that color matched his coat. The leather wristband he wore around his right wrist and the black button earring in his left ear. Drawing me in with his bright, icey gray eyes. 

If push came to shove, I would have a hard time picking between Amalia and Kevin. I grinned to myself as I thought back to my first ever porn movie I watched with Josh Cox earlier last week. The one where he and another guy made out with a woman. Envisioning myself with my dick deep inside Amalia and Kevin sneakily deflowering my ass. Breeding me roughly as I impregnated Amy's cunt. Damn, my secrets got my brain in overdrive. I wondered if the 6-foot, 5-inch jock, Kevin Hard, was into guys, too. I certainly would not mind playing with his basketballs.

Later that afternoon, I returned to Dad's black mountain bike after 5th period and drove into town. The check that my father had given me was burning a hole in my wallet. I knew what to do and where to go. Starting at the bus station on the outskirts of the city center. I parked my bike in the rack and walked into the station to go to the bathroom. I had not had a chance to relieve myself at school because of the pussy Aron Ericson.

I smiled when I saw that the stall I had picked at the back of the bathroom had a glory hole. And the dude on the other side did not wait for me to finish pissing or invite him. The shaved man stuffed 7 inches of meat into the hole. Ordering me from the other side to service him. He wore a black silicone band around the base of his cock. Turning the thing purple and rock hard. Well, luckily, I had some experience with that sort of thing already. I took a long look and decided against it. Not that I wasn't horny enough to take his offer. But he had not washed the throbbing stick in weeks. The glans was covered in yellowish pus. And he didn't even smell nice. The baldly shaved pubes made him look younger than he was. The hair on the back of his wrinkly hands gave his age away, though.

Across the street from the bus station was the gym that Kevin had mentioned. I went inside and asked the guy at the front desk if they had any information. Telling him I was considering joining if the price was right. Explaining that I never worked out before and needed a trainer to guide me a few times. The ebony bodybuilder - about the age of Joshua Cox, 27 - recognized me, though.
"Hey... I think we met..." he muttered softly, "... You're Joshua's trainee?... Aren't you?... How's the training going... Stud... Nice jacket!..." Rubin said.
"Oooh... Hmmm..." I replied, feeling caught and blushing like mad.

"Don't worry about it... Any friend of Cox is a friend of mine... Anyway, Welcome to 'Empower Gym'... I can give you a good deal if you sign up for 12 lessons... I would be training you myself... Roy... Wasn't it?..." he said, remembering my name. Making me cringe even more.
"Not sure... Do you have a price list or a brochure I can look at, Rubin?..." I asked, uncertain.
"Ah... Okay... Here you go... I did not mean to embarrass you... I thought Cox had sent you..." he said apologetically.
I shook my head and took the paperwork Rubin handed me.
"Are you always this... This... This familiar with new clients?..." I asked, astonished.

"Nah... Don't worry about it... Half the guys in here like men... The other half come here to get worked on by them..." grinned the ebony muscle god warmly, "... All friends here..." Rubin said as he pointed to a small gay-pride flag on the side of the cash register.
"Well, I would join to gain some strength and endurance... Not to pick up guys... Someone at school recommended this place..." I answered.
"Oh?... Cool... Who was that?..." Rubin asked warmly.
"Kevin Hard..." I said shyly. Unsure why the gym owner needed that particular detail.

"Ah... Yeah... he's a regular... Kev is a bit above your punching weight, though... But, cool... I will make sure he gets three sessions for free by recommending us... And, Roy... If you want... You can try it out for free, too..." Rubin said as he pushed a gym pass into my hands. It said 6 free beginner classes.
"Oh... You don't have to do that!... Thanks though, sir..." I said. I had no idea what the gym owner meant by Kevin being above my punching weight. But free gym classes are free gym classes. And I could use all the help I could get. One step for man. A giant leap for Miller. I left feeling happier than I had done all day.

I walked into the bank and opened my own bank account. Depositing the check my father had given me. The 5000 dollars would go a long way toward my independence. But I needed much more than that. However, it seemed like a lot for someone who did not even get a regular allowance. The cashier handed me the note my father had pinned to the check back.
"Roy... This is for the last 5 years... This seems like a lot, but do NOT spend it all at once... And go easy on your Mom... She does not need to know about this... I'll set your allowance at 80 dollars a month so you can save up for new clothes... I'll take care of any other bigger expenses after we talk about it... Love... Jeff Miller Sr..."
This was a very welcome departure from the norm. I guess my old man finally realized what I was trying to do.

As I withdrew my first cash at the ATM, I felt a sense of freedom I had never had before. Next on the shopping list was a new phone. With the new gym subscription, I also needed some new clothes. A haircut would not go a miss, either. Although, that might raise some issues with my mother.
At the beginning of the high street, I saw a barber. I went inside for a long overdue change of style. Within 90 minutes, I stood outside again. Shaved-up sides, longer at the top, with a side parting in my light brown hair. A few strategically placed highlights at the front. The older barber showed me how to style it myself in the morning. Selling me a few products I probably did not need. But I enjoyed the process. Mom usually took care of the business side of these appointments.

I made my way back to Dad's mountain bike with a new phone in my pocket. I had bought new jeans, sneakers, gym clothes, tracksuits, and manly pajamas. 
Well, going home was the plan anyway. As I walked back, I came across a shop that sold all kinds of two-wheelers. From bicycles for little kids to race bikes for adults. And Electric trikes to high-powered motorcycles and anything in between. If it had 2 or 3 wheels, this shop sold it all. I did not plan on buying anything, but a large sign in the window said, 'Help Wanted, No qualifications needed.'

As I gazed inside, I saw the store had a repair shop. Remembering that my father's old mountain bike needed its chain greased and new tires. I picked it up at the bus station for these guys to look at it.
I parked the bicycle outside the shop and walked into the showroom. Asking the first person I saw if they also repaired and cleaned mountain bikes. The sales assistant smiled and showed me into the workshop. Telling me to ask for Hudson.

"Hey..." I said to an older guy working on an electric motorcycle. "I was told to ask for Hudson... I've got a mountain bike that could need some love and attention..."
The tetchy man did not say much, but he pointed me to two guys standing at the office in the corner of the workshop. Fearing I looked stupid, I approached them and shyly asked again, "... Either of you called Hudson?..."
"That would be me... Said the clerk behind the desk... What can I do you for, kid?..."
I explained the issues with Dad's mountain bike, and he called one of the Mechanics, "Lucas... Front and Center!..."

Lucas, it transpired, was the spitting image of Kevin Hard. Only his eye color differed from the athletic Jock I had met hours before.
"What's wrong?... You look like you've seen a ghost..." he smiled as he saw my stupefied face.
"Are you... Are you perhaps... Are you related to Kevin Hard?... You look just like him..."
"I am, actually... He's my younger brother... It's a small world, ain't it, Roy Miller..." the mechanic grinned. Ruffling his hair in the exact same way his brother had done.
"Damn... That's the second time today I met someone who knows me, without me knowing them..."
"Yeah... Well, my brother texted me that he finally talked to you... He said that you're funny, Miller... And he liked your new look... I can see what he meant... Kev is into tough guys..."

"Well, Wow..." I said, astonished, "... Are you his twin, or something?... Are there any other Hard brothers I need to watch out for?..."
"Nope... Kev is a year younger than me... But we fool around a lot together... If that's what you're asking?..." said Lucas.
"Ha... One hard one is enough for now... Not sure if I could handle two..." I joked.
I talked with the stud for a while and explained that I was looking to get my father's old mountain bike fixed up. Clarifying it was parked outside. Asking if they could fit me in right now. The way I had phrased the question made the 19-year-old Lucas grin dirty. It took me a while to catch on, but I laughed with him when I did. I also explained that I saw the help wanted sign and that I wanted to earn enough to get myself an electric moped.

"Well, let's get you sorted, Roy..." he said as he guided me back into the workshop. I paid Hudson for a full-service job and two new bicycle tires. And Lucas introduced me to Hudson. The older man turned out to be the bike shop's owner. The man listened to my story and offered me a cleaning and detailing job. Servicing the men and helping out in the workshop on Saturdays. Lucas grinned hard again. Apparently, servicing men was just his thing.

The friendly 19-year-old dude showed me around the shop. We talked a bit longer about the electric moped I was interested in. Lucas wondered why I didn't simply buy a small motorcycle.
"Ha... Well... I can get electricity for free at home... And... Uhmmm... Well... I am only 15 at the moment..."
"Wow... Only 15?... Dude, you are so much -... Dang... I thought you were 17, at least... So butch..." Hard said, deeply impressed by my maturity and my look.
"Come on Roy... Let me show you around the back... Introduce yourself around, dude..."

I got a whirlwind tour of the facilities. But the man kept surprisingly close to my side. Groping his cock and balls in his coveralls a little too often to be coincidental. Once in the deserted breakroom, I sneakily asked Lucas, "Want a hand with that?..." I did not wait for an answer and stroked my hand firmly over the hidden tool.
"Fuck yeah... Please..." said Lucas Hard hornily. Pulling the coverall zip down. I stuck my hand in the hole it had created. Finding a lovely 8-inch crankshaft. Wrapping my fingers around it, I tilted my head to the side, asking, "Do we need to go anywhere more private?..."
"Nah-ah... No one comes in here until closing time..." said Lucas as he planted his lips on mine. He ate my face with indecent pleasure. As I stroked him hard and fast. When I had him near the busting point, I dropped to my knees and swallowed the whole thing down in one go. This surprised the junior mechanic a lot. Fuck, I even surprised myself. The tool disappeared in my throat without me even gagging once. I had to grab his hands and put them on the back of my head before Luke knew what I was yearning for.

I gave Lucas Hard a service job he would not soon forget. The man started to speed up, and before long, he greased my mouth with thick streams of cum.
He took his sweet time coming down from the high-octane testosterone rush. Smacking his meat on my tongue. Flicking each drop of jizz out of the piston.
Hard pulled me up off the floor to kiss me again.
"Turn around, dude... I am going to fuck you..." he muttered steamily.
"Sorry... It's not going to happen just now, Hard... Remember... I am only 15 and have lots to learn..." I explained urgently.
"Ah... Shit... Well, I guess that's something I can look forward to then... Thanks though... It's been a while since I got oil changed this nicely, Miller..."

"Ha... Is your brother this horny too?..." I sneakily asked.
"More so... And he knows how to deflower a guy without hurting him... He hates condoms, though..." said Lucas warningly.
"Good to know... I'll take it slow... I need a good teacher... Or two... But I do like 'em hard... and a little kinky..." I joked. Stroking my leather jacket a little too obviously.

As I left for home, I said goodbye to the owner and the mechanics. Thanking them for their service. This made a lot of them grin. My Dad's old mountain bike looked and felt like new, though. The rosy glow in my cheeks had turned the frown on the bike shop owner upside down. He took one look at me and knew what Luke and I had done in the breakroom. The man did not seem to mind it one bit. Telling me I could earn a lot if I paid attention to detail and worked hard servicing the men. Somehow, I knew I had my work cut out for me. Hudson handed me five polo shirts and a baseball cap with the shop logo. I also got a few coveralls and gloves as work wear in my size. My bags were full of the other stuff I had bought, so Hudson handed me a leather gym bag. 

When I drove back up the high street, I came across a thrift store. A mannequin in the window modeled a denim jacket with leather sleeves and a leather collar. It was similar to the one Josh Cox had lent me when we went shopping last week. The store also sold a wide variety of second-hand punk and goth clothes. Mom would hate it if I bought anything like this. So I went inside and bought half the stuff in the shop. Well, it felt like it, anyway. My wallet was considerably lighter, and my brain was much more prepared for my new future. I made my way home. It was late in the afternoon when I arrived.

"Gilroy Jeffery Miller!... Why were you not at school?... Your bike was still in the garage when I came home!..." she screamed over the cul-de-sac for all the neighbors to hear. Even though she could see that I rode my father's mountain bike to school, "... What have you done to your hair?... For goodness sake!... You did not... That... That is..." Mom flushed as she took a second look at me, "... Tell me you did not wear that to school, Roy... What are you?... Some filthy punk?..." she sputtered, eyeing the thick wallet chain fastened to my buff studded belt. What disgusted her the most was the leather wrist wallet with black snaps on my right arm. If she only knew I also bought myself some leather party pants. Not as thick as the one Cox owned. But still, it's kinky enough to go clubbing in. That was next on my list. Going on a date with the sole intention to get laid.

Yeah, my new look did not go down well with Milldreth. So what. For once in my life, I acted happy. And I looked cool doing it.
"I can't trust you anymore, Roy Miller... You go to your bedroom... NO DINNER FOR YOU!... And take that stuff back... I am not having it!..." she yelled, outraged at the many bags and packages I carried.
Very calm and collected - but loud enough for the neighbors to hear - I said, "... Ma'am... Trust and respect are comfy two-way streets... However, you force me to take a rough, concrete one-way exit... It does not have to be that way... But I have to move forward with my life... No one makes you like the choices I made... All I ask for is a little understanding and respect..."

"Yo!... Cox... Do you have a bite for me to eat and a bed to crash on?... I could do with some love and understanding..." I called across the street. The man stuck up his hand and invited me warmly inside. It was well after 11 PM when I snug back up to my room. Getting a warm hug from my father. I told him all about my day. Well, most of it. I kept the gay sex endeavors secret for now. Even Jeffery Miller Sr did not need to know about that part just now. That would come later.
As for my dearest mother, things did not improve much over the next few months. But the more she saw me dress in my new look, the easier she found to bear it. All it took was me pointing out the people my age around me. Comparing my look to theirs. I was glad she got around to my way of thinking, because I still needed her to teach me how to look after myself.

< The End >

Index:
1) - Teenage secrets - Growing pains - Next-door neighbor was the best babysitter ever.
2) - Teenage Secrets - High School Bully - Getting a whole new lease on life.
3) - Teenage Secrets - Coming Out - The worst coming out Roy could have imagined.

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