Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2022 11:08:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part One (Young Friends) So I've written a new story that leans on some of the experiences of my youth (names have been changed to protect the guilty/innocent!). The late 1980s was certainly a time where things went on that hopefully would be much less difficult to get away with these days. Remember Nifty is only able to operate because of the donations people make, if you have a spare bit of change then please do donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html On with the story... It's hard to explain to someone who didn't grow up in a single parent family what it's like. Particularly for a boy who lost his Dad very young like I did. All the things that kids take for granted didn't happen for me. I never had someone to play football with, to teach me how to ride a bike, to tell me the facts of life, to generally be a male role model and someone to look up to. That's pretty key to the story I'm about to tell. The lack of someone to talk to you about being a boy and the things that change as you get older. My Mum tried her best but she didn't understand a boy's body nor did she want to. She liked to keep me sheltered away from everything, in the protective bubble she'd created for me. I understood why she did it, mainly due to the random senseless death of my Dad just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She seemed to reason that if it could happen to him it could happen to me as well. So I wasn't allowed out on my own and mum was so busy with work she didn't really have time to take me to too many places. As a result I'd usually be stuck at home reading an encyclopaedia or fiction book. My Mum was a bit of a hippy, or maybe that should be a luddite? She hated technology and didn't really like us having a TV. I wasn't allowed any computers or anything like that.. Some of the kids at primary school I knew already had Game Boys, a fair few even had an Atari ST or Commodore Amiga at home. Not me though. I think if Mum had her way we'd not even have a TV. Thankfully she understood I needed some entertainment. Having said that, she did want to police what I watched so I was only allowed to only watch certain programmes. Basically she said anything "age inappropriate" as deemed by what she read in the Radio Times was out of bounds and I would be blocked from watching it. Not that I really knew what was age inappropriate anyway. The primary school I went to was pretty religious despite us being atheists and while they lectured us about avoiding "inappropriate" media I never actually knew what they meant. Eventually my Mum cracked a bit and bought us a video player. She grumbled about it but at least it meant I could rent movies to watch. No way would I able to able to watch a 15 or 18 Certificate like some of my friends did though, I guess I made it sound like it was terrible but I didn't mind that much. I loved learning and studying. As my Mum was a librarian I had access to pretty much all the books I wanted. I was never happier than being curled up on the sofa reading a book. My friends all thought my house was crazy. How did I manage without wanting computers? I did feel like I was missing out at times and enjoyed going around to friends' houses to play on their computers . I was never allowed sleepovers though, Mum thought I was too young. I suspect it was just her over protective nature kicking in though. That over protective nature coupled with a new better paid job led us to moving house and town in the summer before I started secondary school. It's funny really, Mum seemed to spend all her time worrying about me and keeping me in a protective bubble. But she was quite happy to rip me apart from my friends and send me to a school where I wouldn't know anything. No one to watch my back, no one to look out for me, leaving me fairly naive about life and the ways of the world. All because of some minor incident involving a knife at the local school in my old hometown. This isn't a story about my Mum though although obviously she plays a part. No, I guess it's a story about Danny Parker, a bully who entered my life and how things eventually spiralled totally out of control. My first interaction with Danny Parker was my first week at secondary school. It was a shock going to "big school" and already I was finding it overwhelming. Danny wasn't in my form and I didn't know who he was. So the first time I saw him was when he walked into the shower and stood next to me. So it was our first PE lesson and I was in the shower with some other boys getting clean as it had been a bit muddy on the playing fields. It's funny, before I started puberty I never had any issues getting naked in the changing room, once I had started puberty though it was usually the opposite. Anyway on this occasion I was prepubescent, actually I literally had no idea what puberty was. So I was butt naked like the other hairless boys when Danny came into the shower. I heard an audible gasp from someone and I turned to see Danny standing there with a dick that looked at least twice the size of everyone else and had dark hair growing above it. "Get a good look gay boys, one of you pussies will be sucking my dick by the end of the year!" He said, wiggling it in our direction. I didn't understand what he was talking about and didn't know why his dick looked like that. Why was it so big? Had he got some sort of disease? Afterwards as I was drying myself next to a ginger haired boy called Gaz we started talking. "Danny Parker is such a show off, he's going to be a nightmare for everyone. All the girls love him, "oh he's so handsome!" Well if only they knew what an arsehole he is. We used to be really good friends at primary school but then he started to bully smaller kids.These days we ignore each other. As will you if you have any sense, definitely stay away from him!" he told me, "Yeah... um what was wrong with his er..willy?" I asked. Gaz instantly laughed, "Willy!?! Fucking hell Tom, are you five years old! It's his dick! Or maybe his cock. Actually it did look pretty cock sized, what do you mean about what was wrong with it?" "Well it was much bigger than ours and he had hairs growing in some really weird places." I replied rather grumpily. So I used a childish term but I didn't know until Gaz had said what other term to use. It was what Mum would use on the very rare occasion a boy's body came up. Gaz laughed again, "you're joking right?" "Um no, why is it like that?" "Seriously?!" Gaz said looking at me as if I was an alien."Haven't you had the "talk" with your Dad? Don't you have older brothers? Haven't you seen them naked? I mean surely you've been in a swimming changing room among naked men and older boys? You never seen a porno mag?" "Um...well...no," I said blushing, clearly I had messed up. "I don't have any siblings, my Dad died years ago and my Mum doesn't like me going to the swimming pool on my own so I haven't. What's a porno mag?" "Wow. Fucking wow. I didn't realise anyone as innocent and naive as you existed! Okay, facts of life. Boys like us grow into men, surely you must have realised that?" I nodded, I knew I'd grow up, I guess I just hadn't given it much thought. Gaz continued with his lecture "So as we grow older obviously bits of us grow bigger. So these little maggots sized dicks we have we have will be sausage sized by the time we're eighteen. As for pornos, don't worry about it. My older brother showed me one once and it just had naked people in it doing weird things together. I think once we start puberty it might make more sense. So anyway, Danny might have lots of issues but his dick isn't one of them. He started puberty when we were at primary school and honestly he gets his dick out to show off as often as possible." I felt really mortified afterwards. How had I never read about puberty in the books I had? Maybe Mum had censored my reading? Maybe she wanted to keep me forever young like Peter Pan, worried that one day I'd grow up and leave her. If she had censored my reading it was pointless as a couple of months after my chat with Gaz we covered all about puberty and our bodies changing. I was no longer the naive innocent boy. I knew my dick would grow, I'd grow hair, I'd produce sperm, I'd masturbate and could father children. However at that stage puberty still seemed to me like something distant and far away though. Like a tiger infested tropical island when you're floating on a raft at sea. You know you need to get to the island because you'll starve otherwise but once you're there trouble won't be far away. I knew one day I'd start puberty but I can't say I was looking forward to it. I did start to take notice of other boy's dicks though at school. Danny was an early developer but he wasn't the only one. They just all looked so grown up compared to us little boys. Although I knew we wouldn't be like that forever.