Tiny and the Beast

Tiny and the Beast

I started jr. high school in the fall of 1979, I was small for my age and all through grade school, was given the nick name of Peewee. I wasn’t really picked on and had a group of friends that always included me. I was a little concerned about starting jr. high school, in our school the jr. high was in the same building as the sr. high. I was worried the older kids might not be as kind. Once school started, I discovered that all the other kids in my class, had the same unfounded concern. Our school was set up to also bring kids in from two other elementary schools, so our class grew by about twenty more students. One of those students was Joey Thomas.

After the first day of school, all the boys that were interested in playing football were to meet in the locker room. The coach went over all the information and gave us the parental permission slips and we checked out all our gear. Our first practice would be the next day. I took my slip home for my parents to sign, dad was proud, but mom was worried. She said all the bigger kids would run over me. Dad laughed and told her it would be good for me and toughen me up. Dad signed the slip for me.

The next day we all suited up in our pads and helmet and headed out to the practice field, feeling all tough and grown up. Coach had us line up and do conditioning drills for the first part of the practice. After drills, he had us in a long line and was starting to put us in the position that he thought we might be playing. Somehow, I ended up standing next to Joey. He was about 6-8 inches taller and 20-30 pounds heavier than me, I would guess we looked pretty funny standing next to each other. Coach was pulling guys out and telling them to stand in this group or that group. He worked his way down the line and got to me standing next to Joey and I saw him chuckle.

He pointed to me, “ok, you, the Beast, I need you in that group.” The rest of the team laughed as I ran to where he pointed.

He then looked at Joey again, with a chuckle, “and you Tiny, I want you over there.” Again, the rest of the team erupted in laughter. From that point on I was Beast and Joey was Tiny, and we became best friends. Soon enough the rest of the school had no idea what our real names were, even the teachers were using our nick names. Tiny of course was staring in our first game, I was a second-string player, but the coach was good about working all of us into the game. As long as we worked hard in practice, we got to play in the games. Tiny and I even had a small fan club that our friends in our class formed. Whenever he would make a good play, they chanted “Tiny, Tiny, Tiny” and whenever I went into a game they would yell “The Beeeeast” as I ran on the field. If nothing else, we got a lot of funny looks from the opposing teams. We had fun and both of us played football throughout our high school years. There is even a picture of us in our yearbook with our backs to the camera, Tiny had his arm around my shoulder. We had bought shirts with our names on the back, Tiny has his head turned looking down at me and smiling, the caption read, “Buddies forever”. I love that picture.

Neither of us played any other sport, but we were always together after school. Our parents knew each other and all I had to say was, “I'm going to Tiny’s house” and mom would say ok, see you later. Tiny would say the same thing and our parents never worried. We could just walk into each other’s houses and head straight the bedroom to study or play cards or whatever we planned. Our moms would just set the table for the extra kid without even asking if we were staying. We even called each other’s mothers, mom.

When we turned sixteen, we both got parttime jobs and each bought our first car. In the early eighties you could buy a decent used car for under a $1000.00. We helped each other work on our cars and then spend Saturday night “cruising main”. All our other friends were doing the same and we would all meet up at the grocery store parking lot and make plans for the night. Most of our friends were starting to date girls and soon were going steady. Tiny and I both remained single and when everyone else was out on their dates, we would find something else to do. Often, we would end up back at one of our houses.

It was January of our Junior year, it was cold outside and most of our friends were with their girlfriends. Tiny called me.

“Hey, what do you want to do tonight?”

I said, “it’s too cold to go out, my folks are out of town this weekend, why don’t you come over here.”

He said, “sounds good, I’ll be there in about a half an hour.”

I got an Atari for Christmas and the new Frogger game. (Atari was one of the first video game consoles, it was state of the art in 1983.) Since mom and dad were gone, I was able to hook it up to the color tv instead of the portable black and white that I had in my room. I was all set up by the time Tiny got to my house, he walked in with a mischievous grin.

I asked, “what are you up to?”

He smiled as he pulled a bottle out of a bag, “I took this from my older brother.” It was a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps.

I said, “that will warm us up on a cold winter night.”

He nodded, “yep, I told mom I was sleeping over.”

I smiled, “perfect.”

We sat on the floor playing Frogger and taking turns taking swigs from the bottle. Before long we were both getting a little tipsy. We were laughing and having a hard time playing our game and teasing each other every time the little frog on the screen went splat. (If you ever played the game, you have heard that sound, it is pretty funny, but it was even funnier when you are a drunk 17-year-old.)

When we had just about finished the bottle, (in our defense, it was only half full when we started), I was working my frog across the road and was run over.

Tiny started to giggle, “oh my God dude, you are terrible at this game.” He hit me on the shoulder, pushing me onto my side.

I came back up, “oh yeah, I’m better than you, butthead.” I dove on top of him as he fell onto his back, and we started to wrestle around. I knew that if he really wanted, he could pick me up and throw me across the room, but he was having fun with me and letting me think I was getting the better of him. He was just laughing at me as I was trying to keep him pinned to the floor. He gave me an evil smile and pushed off and, in a flash, I was on my back and Tiny had me pinned down and I couldn’t move.

He grinned, “so, do you give up?”

I squirmed under him, “no, never.” He held me down tighter as I tried to wiggle free. I got one arm free and without even thinking, I pulled him down a planted a kiss right on his lips. Tiny’s eyes went wide, and he pulled back and looked at me. Again, without thinking about the consequences I wrapped both my arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss. This time he kissed back, and our tongues started to dance, I felt my dick start to swell, I wasn’t sure, but I think Tiny’s cock was doing the same.

He rolled over and I was now laying on top off him, we never broke our kiss. I knew I had been starting to be attracted to guys, but I hadn’t told anyone about those feeling, much less admitted to myself that I might be gay. If I had talked to anyone about it, it would have been Tiny.

I broke our kiss and we just stared into each other’s eyes, neither of us had said anything. I just pushed on and reached down to pull his shirt off. He didn’t resist and ran my hands across his chest, tweaking his nipples along the way. Tiny was just watching me as I worked my way down and started to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips as I pulled them and his underwear down, his hard dick flopped out and landed on his stomach. I have seen Tiny’s dick many times in the locker room, but this time it was so different, mostly because it was hard. I took it in my hand and gave it a couple strokes as he continued to just watch me have my way with him. A drop of precum formed on the head and I instinctively bent down and licked it off. I had never touched a dick before, much less tasted one, but I knew I liked it. I looked up at him as I licked further, then took the head into my mouth. He gasped slightly as my lips closed around him, his hands went to the back of my head.

Tiny began to moan and groan as I started to bob up and down on his cock. I held his dick with one hand as I sucked him deeper with each stoke, I used the other hand to start to message his nuts. I felt them start to tighten and his breathing became heavy. I released his dick as he looked down at me disappointed. I stood, stripped my clothes off as quickly as I could, finally freeing my aching cock.

Tiny asked what I was doing as I left the room to go get a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. I was rubbing some on my hole as I walked back into the room.

Tiny realized what I was doing and looked at me, “are you sure?”

I just nodded as I walked over and straddled him and started to lower myself onto his waiting cock. I smeared his dick with the Vaseline and squatted further down until I felt his dick at my entrance. Tiny looked at me wide eyed as I eased the head of his cock past the first ring of muscle in my hole. I paused to get used to the invasion, soon enough, any discomfort was replaced with pure pleasure. I few seconds later I was sitting on his lap and his cock was all the way inside my ass. I smiled down at Tiny as I started to bounce up and down, trying to milk his cock dry. My hard dick was bouncing with each thrust, hitting my stomach and then his, each time. I started to feel lightheaded and before I could process it, my dick was spewing out a huge load of cum all over Tiny, myself, and the floor. The sight of my shooting cock sent Tiny over the edge, and he filled my gut with his hot seed. I felt it leaking out of my ass as I slowly pulled off him. We laid on the floor in silence as we caught our breath, I wasn’t sure what to say.

After a few minutes, we got up and cleaned up, I was suddenly worried about a cum stain on my mom’s carpet. We went back to playing Frogger and didn’t talk about what had just happened. We finally went to bed, and I tried to sleep, from the tossing and turning, I think Tiny was having trouble sleeping too.

The next morning, I woke up and looked over at Tiny, he was also awake.

I asked, “are you ok?”

He nodded then asked, “how long have you wanted to do that?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t know I did until you were on top of me, and I just wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry.”

He said, “it’s ok, I guess if I am being honest, I may have been a little bit curious.”

I leaned up on my elbow, “so, are you mad at me?”

He shook his head, “no, I’m not mad, I just don’t know what all this means.”

I sat up and leaned back against my headboard, “Tiny, I think I know what it means for me.”

He sat up too and asked, “what does it mean?”

I took a deep breath, “I’m gay.” I watched to see his reaction.

He turned to me, “I’m sorry Beast, but I’m not.”

My heart sank, shit, he’s going to flip out and I’m going to lose my best friend. I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye.

He put his arm around my shoulder, “it’s ok. I’m sorry, but I just didn’t enjoy it as much as it looked like you did.”

I nodded as the tears began to fall down my cheek, “It’s ok, I’m sure you want to leave now and never see me again. I understand.”

Tiny pulled me close, “hey, no, not at all, you are my best friend. I would never abandon you like that. I don’t care if you are gay, but I don’t think I want to do what we did again.”

I wiped a tear away, “so, you aren’t mad at me?”

He smiled at me, “not at all, we are Tiny and the Beast, you can’t break us up.”

I forced a smile, “thank you, that means a lot to me.”

He said, “that’s what friends do. I’ll help you through this, you know you can talk to me about anything. Are you going to tell your parents?”

I shrugged, “not yet, I have a lot to work through first. You will keep this quiet, won’t you?”

He nodded, “of course, I won’t tell anyone.”

I gave him a big hug and we got out of bed and made ourselves some breakfast before he went home. I was still worried that things would be different between us, but my fears were put to rest Monday when Tiny wrapped me in a headlock when I showed at school and said, “hey runt, you ready for that history test.” Yep, things were still good between us.

We finished high school, and both headed off to college. I went to a state college about 3 hours away and Tiny went to the local community college. I finally came out to my parents after the first year and I would get together with Tiny every time I was back home. Those visits were becoming less frequent as the years went by. Tiny met a nice girl and when I was home for Christmas, we all went out for New Year's Eve, and they announced they were getting married. I was happy for them, and I was honored to be his best man. About the only time we are able to get together now is when I come to our high school reunions. He is always the first person I would seek out when I showed up. We have now been out of school for 38 years.

I was home visiting family recently, when I ran into Sherry, Tiny’s wife. She wrapped me in a hug as she started to cry.

She asked, “when did you get home?”

I smiled, “just got here today, I was going to call you guys this afternoon so we could get together tonight, where’s Tiny.”

She was still crying, “he’s at home, we just found out last week, he has stage 4 cancer and it’s pretty aggressive.”

I started to cry as I gave her another hug, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to say or do.”

She forced a smile, “I know, will you come to the house today, he would love to see you?”

I nodded, “of course I will, as long as he is up for company.”

She said, “if it’s you, he will be glad to see you.”

I followed her back to the house, and we had a nice long visit. I was glad to be able to spend some time with Tiny, but I was sad that this might be the last time that we could reminisce. I bawled like a baby the next day as I drove home. I started to call Tiny every week after that, as the time passed, I could hear him getting weaker and our talks got shorter as he tired quickly.

Six months after I was last home, I was driving back to help lay my friend to rest. I will be forever grateful to Joey “Tiny” Thomas for all the love and support he gave me during a very difficult time in my life. I can only hope that I was as good a friend to him as he was to me. RIP my friend.

 

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This story was inspired by true events, while I admit the sex was embellished, the rest of the story is mostly true. I just found out that my good friend from high school was just diagnosed with cancer. So, this a small tribute to him.