Jordon, a handsome brown haired senior was very happy today because his parents were gone all weekend visiting friends. All Jordon had to do to get home was out-maneuver the bully who hated him. At 18 Andre Ford was muscular from years at the gym and loved beating up other students like it was his vocation. Jordon watched the classroom clock knowing he'd have to hustle to the bike rack to avoid getting a fat lip or a black eye again.
Jordon ran to the rack of bicycles praying he wouldn't encounter his arch enemy, the bully of Joseph Gage High School. As he walked his bike to the street, he kept looking behind making sure the bully wasn't creepy up on him.
Miss Stamper saw Jordon's ritual and immediately understood. She quickly walked to Jordon with a smile. "Andre's not here today, Jordon. His father said he was sick."
Jordon breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
"Go on go home kiddo! See ya on Tuesday, not Monday. That's holiday."
Happily Jordon got on his bike thankfully for not having to deal with the damn bully. He began his journey home stopping only to get an ice cream cone on the way. As he approached Andre's house he changed the side of the street he was riding his bike on to stay clear of the bully ... just in case.
Suddenly he heard a noise. Was that a muffled scream, he wondered? He stopped riding and listened. Again he heard another sound, like someone pleading ... for help. Could this actually be Andre. No. Not that bully. It sound like a someone in pain.
"Argggg. No! Please ... Father, please no. It hurts."
Now he knew he'd heard something like ... "No! Stop please. Don't! No please father please."
Jordon was convinced someone was getting beaten up or worse. Could it be ... Andre, the bully? The creep? The boy wondered what he should do. He parked his bike on the side of the house. He carefully made his way to the back patio. The sliding glass doors must be have been opened for he heard every word said. All of it disturbed him. He distinctly heard Andre breathing heavy and sobbing like he was in deep pain.
In a craggy voice he heard, "I said to take my dick all the way down your diseased fucking throat you fucking faggot bastard."
"Please stop it hurts!" Another hard slap. It was now obvious Andre's step father was ... molesting the naked student.
Jordon began breathing heavy. He was in panic mode. "Whadda I do? What can I do!! Fuck!" The Boy whispered to himself. Suddenly an idea formed in his head. He ran to the front of the house as fast as he could shaking like an autumn leaf. He passed the front window then stopped in his tracks. The father was painfully fucking Andre as the boy cried softly.
Jordon got angry. Very angry! He knew right from wrong and this was fucking bloody wrong. He didn't even care that Andre was his own tormentor. He had to save his classmate. A plan quickly formed in the senior's head. And in that moment he finally understood why his rival tortured him. Between his rising anger and Andre's sobbing, Jordon began pounding on the front door. Pushing the doorbell frantically. In his deepest adult voice he growled. "This is the police, OPEN UP NOW!"
Then Jordon quickly ran back to the patio. He entered the house via the opened sliding glass door. He grabbed the naked Andre pulling him out of the house. Jordon noticed blood on Andre's leg. Jordon quickly took off his long sleeve shirt and tied it around Andre's waist to hide his nudity. "Sit on the handle bars!" he gently instructed. Both jumped on the bicycle as the front door swung opened.
"You fuckin' queer bastards!!" Andre's step-father came charging after the boys. Never had Jordon peddled as fast as he did now. He had to get Andre to safety.
Two houses away from his own house Jordon started clicking the garage door opener frantically. He thanked the heavens above he thought to bring the garage clicker with him today. He succeeded and drove right into the garage closing it quickly.
Tear stained eyes turned to Jordon, "Thank you. Thank you."
"Come with me to my bathroom." Once there, Jordon removed the long-sleeve shirt covered in blood. There were bruises all over his body. Diligently he washed the naked bully then dried him with a towel.
"Let me get you some clean clothes."
"I beat you up almost every day why ..." His voice trailed off.
"Why? I can't stand by and watch an adult abuse a kid. Know what I mean? I don't care if he's your step farther. I don't care if you bullied me. You're still a human being. He was sexually abusing you. I saw it with my own eyes. Anyone would have done the same thing. If I had a gun I would have shot the motherfucker. Come on to my bedroom."
"I don't know what I'm gonna do now." Andre sat on Jordon's bed.
"For starters we gotta get some clothes on you. Here's some underwear. A shirt and jeans. We look like the same size so everything should fit."
"Calvin Klein underwear! I've always wanted a pair."
Jordon smiled "Now you have one. There is no other way to ask this ... is there a reason why he's doing this to you??"
"Right after my mom died he went digging in my desk and found a gay magazine. When he asked me, I didn't lie. He's been abusing me ever since."
The boys started at each. After several minutes Andre pulled up the underwear. "They feel great. Thank you." finally answered,
Jordon took Andre's hand. "You're not alone. Not any more. I'm Gay too, Andre."
"You're just not saying that, are you?"
With passion Jordon placed his hands on his 'new friends' shoulders. Then kissed Andre full on the lips. Tears fell from his eyes. The kiss turned passionate. Jordon laid on the bed next to Andre their arms wrapped around each other. They stared at each both smiling. Cautiously Jordon rubbed Andre's chest, then stomach and finally rested his hand on Andre's Calvin Klein covered cock. Slowly he grabbed the waistband and pulled it down. Jordon's mouth engulfed Andre's cock, slurping on it, kissing the big cock as he felt Andre's hand reaching to grasp Jordon's rock hard dick.
The handsome studs fell into a 69 position. Each young man had a nice size cock and explored each other's bodies with tender loving care.
"Andre I'm a virgin I can think of no one who I would rather have take my virginity then you my new friend, you. Make love to me."
Andre positioned his cockhead on Jordon's tight pink butthole. As he entered Jordon threw his head back and moaned in satisfaction. Andre kissed Jordon deeply as his cock pushed further up his new friend's hole. "Oh my God that feels so ... It's like your cock was meant to be up there."
Holding each other tight, the boys fell asleep as lovers, safe from harm in each other's arms.
