Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 03:42:11 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "How To Tame A Bully" t/t, oral, anal

Author's Notes: This story is fiction, something I made up in my mind.
Enjoy.


How To Tame A Bully
By David (DAG1064@aol.com)


Dreams


	Darren sighed and watched the other boy walking across the yard at
the junior high school where Darren went.  He was the boy Darren dreamed of
every night.  Darren wished his dream would come true, but he knew it would
never happen.  He was too geeky looking, according to the school bully,
Fred Grant.  He sighed and pushed his glasses back up on his face and
grabbed his pack and headed off to English, his first class of the day.
English was his favorite class.  He enjoyed reading and writing.  Darren's
desk at home was filled with stories about being in love.  Darren knew from
his research on the web that he was gay.  He kept it to himself, not
wanting to upset his family of he men jocks.  He knew his brothers and
father would never understand.  So he kept it deep inside of him and
continued to dream.

	Darren sat in his seat, his skinny four foot three frame looking
somewhat small behind the desk.  He moved his brown hair away from his
glasses, and wished he didn't have to wear them.  He turned his attention
to the teacher as the class started.  It was going to be another typical
day at Fillmore Junior High.  The morning went by quickly, Darren working
hard in his classes.  The school bully had slipped his mind until lunch
period started.  He just closed his locker to go to lunch when Fred walked
by and grabbed his brown bag lunch from him.  Darren knew better than to
resist.

	"Let's see here.  Only thing worth taking from you is the
sandwich," Fred said, dropping the rest of the lunch on the ground.

Darren seethed as Fred walked away.  He bent over and picked up what was
left of his lunch.  There had been a time that both of them had been
friends way back in elementary school, but something had happened to change
that.  It had happened just before sixth grade, and Fred had changed
drastically.  He wasn't the same anymore.  Darren wondered why.  People
just don't change overnight like that unless something had happened to Fred
and he was acting like that to cover up something.  Hopefully he'd find out
someday.  Darren sighed and turned his attention back to the class.

	Walking home that afternoon, he thought some more about Fred's
potential problem.  He decided to watch Fred for a few days.  Maybe that
would give him a clue as to what was wrong.  Having decided that made him
feel a bit better.  Nobody was home when he walked into the house.  Darren
went upstairs and started working on his homework for science class.
Darren was a smart guy, he had an easy time at school, unlike his two jock
brothers.  They were always demanding that he do their homework for them so
they could continue to play sports.  He hated that, and they knew it, but
continued to make him do their homework for them.  Dad wasn't any help, he
was too blinded by their athletic ability.  He wished Mom was still around
to help him, but she had died two years ago of cancer.  He missed her a
lot.  He kept her picture on a shelf with three silk roses next to the
picture, a red one, a white one, and a yellow one as a reminder of her.
That's when things had started going sour.

	The next morning, Darren put his plan into motion.  He started
watching Fred.  Almost immediately, he noticed that Fred seemed to stare at
the best looking guys in the school.  Fred wasn't a greek god by any
stretch of the imagination.  The five foot even red haired boy was a bit
overweight, wore braces, and wasn't athletic.  Darren made notes as he
watched Fred all day.  He now had an idea what had happened between fifth
grade and sixth grade.  Fred had started puberty.  Darren knew all about
puberty.  He had gone to the school library, the city library, and he had
researched it on the web, even finding places like Nifty, Jackin' World,
and other places.  The search for puberty had given him lots of pages to go
to, but the search on "gay" had given him at least a thousand pages or more
of links.  He slowly realized how wrong some of the kids were about sex and
puberty.  Darren had learned all the right information while doing
research, and he was glad that he had the computer and Internet access.

	Getting home that afternoon, he flopped down on his bed and thought
about what he had seen that day.  He was nearly convinced Fred was gay, but
he needed more evidence to go on.  He wondered how he would get it.  He
decided to keep watching Fred for a while longer.  Having decided that, he
turned his attention to the pile of books and paper on his desk.  It was
his brother's homework.  Don and Tom, the twins, had piled it up there for
him to do again.  Darren sighed.  He was really getting tired of that.  It
wasn't just that, either.  Darren had to take care of the house as well.
He cleaned, ran laundry, cooked, did the shopping, made sure the bills got
paid (Dad signed the checks before they got mailed), and what ever else
needed doing.  Seeing the books on the desk had pushed him close to the
breaking point.  He went downstairs after changing into shorts and a
t-shirt.  He spent the rest of the day cleaning the house.  He had the
house to himself, knowing his Dad and his brothers would be out till late.
He went into his private shower around nine thirty.  One of the things he
did was to stand in front of the mirror and look to see if his body was
changing yet.  He knew from his research that a boy's body started changing
around age twelve, sometimes as late as fourteen.  He still had a little
boy's body, and that irked him.  He knew that it wouldn't last forever,
he'd start growing sooner or later.  The one thing he liked most about his
body was his penis.  At least it was bigger than average.  He had measured
it once, and discovered it was five inches.  He also liked having his
foreskin there still.  It made wanking a whole lot more pleasurable for
him.  He had discovered that in the shower months ago.  It opened a whole
new world of discoveries about himself and his body.  Last month he
discovered faint hairs coming in above his penis and just two weeks ago, he
had cum for the first time.  That had been an earth shattering experience
for him.  Darren started masturbating more, enjoying the pleasure.  He'd do
it in the morning before dressing, once in the toilet stall at school, when
he got home from school, in the shower at night, and again in bed before
sleep.  He also discovered it was a great stress reducer.  He loved doing
it, he loved feeling his hard erect penis in his hand, throbbing as he
stroked it to a satisfying cum.  He made sure he had plenty of old t-shirts
for cum rags for clean up once he was done.  He would look at the sport
magazines that had pictures of shirtless boys, teens, and guys and the
underwear ads as well.  They provided him with much of his wanking
fantasies.  He's close his eyes and pretend they were the ones getting him
off.  Other times it would be of Fred, cornering him in the bathroom and
wanking him off, or making Fred wank him off.  Little did he know that
would be reality soon.

	Darren woke up around nine thirty Saturday morning.  He groaned at
the thought of doing all that homework for his brothers.  The more he
thought of it, the madder he got.  Darren finally made a decision.  He
could hear them rooting around in the refrigerator downstairs while
boasting about how they got tier rocks off with their girlfriends last
night.  Darren got up, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, checked his wallet
for money, and then gathered up the books and papers in his arms.  He went
down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he found them standing there in
their boxers.  Darren slammed the books and papers down on the kitchen
table.  Looking up, he saw Don and Tom blinking at him in surprise.

	"Now that I have your attention, you two brain dead nethanderals, I
have something to say," Darren paused for effect.  "I am fucking tired of
doing your homework, term papers, school projects, and whatever else you
drop on my desk in my room.  I am fucking tired of cleaning up after you
two cavemen when you've gone on your rampage through the kitchen.  I am
fucking tired of doing your laundry.  I am fucking tired of cleaning your
rooms.  I am fucking tired of cleaning your personal bathrooms.  I am
fucking tired of being your slave.  I am fucking tire of not being
appreciated.  I am fucking tired of being treated like a piece of furniture
around here.  This shit stops here and now."

Don and Tom stood there in shock, eyes bugging out and jaws dropping.

	"As of right now, I fucking quit.  You two clowns can kiss my ass.
I want the two brothers I used to know, care about, and love back.  You two
can't cunt no load pus nutted dickless idiots aren't it, but a pair of
useless ass kissing bums that live here.  I'm outta here," Darren yelled,
and then stomped out the kitchen door.

	He went to the garage and got his bike out.  It was a hand me down
from either Tom or Don, Darren couldn't remember which.  He was forever
fixing it to keep it going.  He saw the chain come loose again, and in a
fit of rage, found the strength to life it and heave it into the small
dumpster by the garage.  Darren walked down to the street and started
walking to the mall.  He didn't see his brothers react to that.  They just
stood there in shock and then look at each other.  As Darren walked, the
anger he was feeling slowly faded away.  He sighed out loud.  He wished
there had been a better way to do this, but they had pushed him too far.
What was done, was done.  No use going back on it now.  Darren stopped at
the bus stop and sat on the bench.  He felt worn out from what had
happened.  He didn't know expressing so much anger could take a lot out of
him.  The bus pulled up and he got on.  He sat next to the window and let
his thoughts wander while riding to the mall.  He wondered how his father
would react to this once he found out what had happened.  He'd find out
soon enough.  For now, he wanted to get a new doorknob for his bedroom
door, a locking one.  He wanted his privacy back.  He decided to cruise the
bookstore to see if his favorite magazine was in, and to see if another
book in the Star Wars series came in.  Arriving at the mall, he got off the
bus and walked in.

	"Hell," he thought, "Why don't I just make a day of this?"

Grinning to himself, he went to the arcade first and spent an hour in there
playing his favorite games.  Then he started window shopping.  He waved to
the lady behind the counter when he went into the bookstore.  He browsed
the shelves for his book, and then went to find the newest computer
magazine.  What he saw shocked him.  Fred was there, and he saw him slip a
Playgirl into his backpack.

	"Gotcha," was Darren's first thought.

	Darren stayed where he was until Fred left.  Now he knew without a
doubt Fred was gay.  Darren had his own stash of Playgirl under his
mattress in his room.  He knew it was a magazine for girls to look at naked
men inside.  He felt elated to know that he was right about Fred after all.
Now he needed to figure out a way to approach Fred.  He bought his book and
magazine and went to the food court to think.  On the way over, he saw Fred
walking towards the bathrooms.  He shifted his pack, and a brown bad fell
out.  Darren went and picked it up, looking inside.  He discovered it was
the magazine Fred lifted.  A grin crossed his face, and he wrote a note on
the bag.

	"Be careful, you almost lost this.  A friend.  P.S. Have fun
wanking to the men inside, I know I will," he wrote.

Darren looked to see where Fred was, and saw his pack on the bench outside
the bathroom.  He walked over, and quickly stuck the bag inside the pack
and walked away fast.  He stood behind a tree and watched.  Fred came
strolling out of the bathroom and saw the bag sticking out of his pack.  He
looked at it as he started to put it deeper into the pack.  Fred's face
turned pale, and the boy looked up.  Darren could see his eyes bug out in
shock and he nearly laughed at the sight.  Fred immediately zipped up his
backpack and made a beeline for the nearest exit.  Darren went and found a
table for himself and got his food.  He thought about what he had seen.  An
idea slowly formed in his mind.  Darren nearly laughed out loud at it.  He
took a pen out of his shirt and started writing on the tray paper.

	"Operation Tame Bully.  Objective: to tame Fred and turn him back
into the person I used to know.  Clues: Fred is gay.  He looks at boys, and
steals Playgirl to wank off at the pictures of naked men.  Actions to take:
start leaving gay related material in his locker, backpack, or his
notebooks.  Find out his email address for possible email," he wrote down,
thinking hard.

Darren knew he had to play this just right, or he would lose out on making
Fred his friend again.  He decided to stop at the computer store and get
some extra floppies, just in case he didn't have any at home.  Darren
grinned.  It was time to put the plan in action.  This was going to be fun.

	It was mid afternoon when Darren got home.  The house was quiet,
nobody was home.  Darren sighed.  Good, he didn't feel like facing anybody
right then.  Walking into the kitchen, he saw the mess Tom and Don had left
behind.  Darren sighed.  Obviously they didn't get the message.  The books
and papers he had thrown down on the table wasn't there.

	"Shit!" he exclaimed.  "They better not have dumped it on my desk
or bed!"

Darren raced upstairs and to his room.  He went in and looked around.  The
books and papers were not there.  He sighed in relief.  Dropping his bags
on the bed, he opened them up and took out his new doorknob and opened the
package.  He looked at the screws in there and discovered he would need a
Philips screwdriver.  Checking the current doorknob, he found the same kind
of screws as well.  Getting his little toolkit, he started changing out the
doorknob.  It took him fifteen minutes to do the job.  Once it was done, he
tested the key that fit the lock.  It worked perfectly.  He grinned as he
closed the door and locked the door.  Now he was feeling much better.
Darren opened the windows in his room to get some air in.  Sitting down at
his computer, he turned it on and waited for it to boot up.  He looked in
the drawer to see if he had any floppies in there.  Just as he suspected,
he didn't have any.  He wondered if his brothers had taken his supply.
Well, that problem had just been solved.  He got the box of new disks he
had bought and got one out.  He started up his IPS and got on the web.
After wading through his mailbox (95% junk than anything else), he went to
the nifty website and downloaded a story from the young friends archive
that he really loved.  The story centered around two school friends in
England who had fallen in love with each other.  He liked the story because
it was so well written and very well balanced. He moved the twenty chapters
to the disk and grinned.  He hoped Fred would like this story.

	For the rest of the afternoon, he cruised the net looking at
different places.  He got engrossed at one website for gay teens.  He made
sure to bookmark it before running down for a bowl of salad.  The house was
still quiet.  He looked at the mess in the kitchen and shrugged.  Not his
problem now.  Going back up to his room, he closed the door and went into a
chat room for gay teens and got involved in a chat.  The next time he
looked at a clock the time was seven thirty.  He stretched, and then there
was a knock at his door.

	"Who is it?" he called out.

	"It's Dad," the voice said.

Darren immediately felt butterflies in his stomach.  He quickly got off the
net and started up a chess game he had saved.  He wondered if Tom and Don
had called him.

	"Come in Dad," he said.

The door opened and his father walked in.  Darren and his Dad had always
gotten along very well.  Thomas Patterson sat down on the bed facing
Darren, stretching out his six foot one frame.  Like Darren, he was on the
slim side with brown hair and green eyes.

	"Don and Tom told me what happened this morning.  I would like to
hear your side of things before I tell you what they told me," Thomas said.

Darren nodded, and then started talking.  It took him about ten minutes to
tell his side of things, and to list his complaints.

	"I'm sorry, Dad.  But it's gotten too much for me to handle and I
think they are old enough to help share the responsibilities around here.
You've always said that we need to learn responsibility by doing the
necessary things around here and they aren't doing that.  It's always leave
it to Darren, he'll clean it up.  Term paper due?  Get Darren to do it.
Book report needs to be done?  Get Darren to do it.  Laundry needs doing?
Darren can do it.  I work my ass off around here while they go play with
their girlfriends, basketball and their dicks, if they have any.  I just
got tired of it all and finally did something about it, and they go crying
to you.  That really pisses me off!" Darren snapped, slamming his fist down
on his desk.

Thomas motioned for Darren to sit next to him.  He put his arms around
Darren and hugged him close.

	"Son, I'm sorry.  I had no idea what was going on.  I thought they
were pulling their weight around here.  They told me something different,
and it seemed to me they couldn't get their stories straight.  It's been
hard on us since Mom died, and for awhile there I didn't feel like doing
anything.  You stepped right in and started taking care of business just
like Mom used to.  I kinda lost myself in work for a long time.  I owe you
an apology.  I will sit down and make up a chart and get those two off
their butts and make them share the chores around here.  The only thing I
will ask you to do is to keep on handling the checkbook and making sure the
bills are paid.  I'll slip you a little something in exchange.  Deal?"
Thomas asked.

Darren threw his arms around his Dad and hugged him tight.  "You got it!"

	"Good.  Just one thing I want to know," Thomas said.

	"What's that, Dad?" Darren asked.

	"Did you really use al those words?" Thomas asked, grinning.

Darren laughed.  "Yeah.  You should have seen the looks on their faces!"

Thomas shook his head.  "I can just imagine.  Just try not to use that kind
of language again, okay?  It's really not cool."

Darren and Thomas shook hands in agreement.  As his Dad left the room, he
noticed the new doorknob.  He just simply nodded his approval, and left,
closing the door behind him.  Darren grinned.  Two bullies down, one to go.

	He put his plan into action the next day.  He slipped the disk into
Fred's notebook when the boy wasn't looking.  Darren sat down at a table on
the other side of the library and watched.  Sure enough, Fred discovered
the disk in his notebook.  When he saw the note written on the label, he
stuffed the disk right back into the notebook in a hurry.

	"Hi.  Since I put the magazine back in your pack, I got to thinking
and found this gay story on the net for you.  Enjoy it," Darren had
written.

Fred tried to act casually as he got up and left the library.  Darren
grinned.  So far so good.  He hoped his plan would work.  Fred didn't
bother him for the rest of the day.

	That night, Thomas announced a family conference.

	"There has been some things going on around here that has been
brought to my attention.  That is the lack of responsibility on the part of
two individuals, and they know who they are," he began.

Don and Tom immediately protested.  "We do help out around here, Dad!"

Thomas glared at them.  "Oh yes, by ordering your younger brother around
like a slave?"

The twins shut up immediately.  By the looks on their faces, they knew the
jig was up.

	"Well, that's going to stop.  Right here, right now.  I have made
up a chart for all of us to follow.  This chart lists all the chores that
need to be done around here.  There are daily things, and weekly things.
Each one of us will be responsible for them.  The chores will be rotated so
that everyone will do something different.  If a certain thing is not done
by that individual, well, something will happen.  I am very serious,"
Thomas stated.

	"But we don't know anything about checkbooks and paying bills!" Don
protested.

	"Darren will continue to do that.  I don't trust you guys with a
twenty dollar bill," Thomas said.

	"But we need help with our school work!" Tom said.

	"I think you guys are capable of putting a brain cell together
between the both of you and do your own schoolwork," Thomas said.

	"But what about that nice bike we gave Darren?  We were so hurt to
find out he didn't appreciate it," Don said, trying to get Darren in
trouble.

	"That piece of shit?" Thomas asked.  "A Goodwill store wouldn't
want it."

Darren didn't say anything or react outwardly.  Inside his mind, he was
jumping up and down, screaming with joy.  Dad was putting them in their
place.

	"I believe you two owe your brother an apology.  No, he shouldn't
have to apologize for the words he used to describe both of you, because
you both deserved to hear them," Thomas said.

Both of them stood up, glared at Darren, and walked out of the kitchen.
Thomas shrugged his shoulders.

	"That's fine," he said to Darren.  "They are grounded until they do
apologize, and they will do it to you in front of me.  They better be
sincere when they do it."

Darren grinned.  This was going to be fun.

	At school the next day, Darren kept Fred under observation.  The
boy seemed to develop an itching inside his pants.  It seemed to him that
Fred couldn't let go of himself.  Darren knew his plan was working.  He
kept it going the next couple of days by leaving notes in the boy's locker,
including a disk with pictures of naked boys having sex with each other.
Fred by now was practically drooling over every cute boy that walked across
his path.  Darren knew he would have to make his move soon.

	Meanwhile on the home front, Tom and Don were still pissed off.
They hadn't started helping out yet.  Darren had taught Dad how to work the
washer, dryer, and the dishwasher.  Thomas actually got the mower out for
the first time in ages and mowed the grass while Darren ran the trimmer.
Thomas was wondering why he hadn't done this in ages.  He was feeling much
better, the physical work doing him good.  He worked to reestablish his
relationship with Darren, and they were talking more often.  The twin's
laundry kept building up, as well as the dirty dishes they used.  They
finally broke down after their girlfriends, basketball coaches, and
teammates gave them hell for not being able to do anything.  Thomas had
told them all of the situation, and they all didn't like it.  Don and Tom
finally approached Darren in the living room one night and humbly
apologized.  Darren forgave them.  Thomas then told them to report to the
kitchen right at nine Saturday morning.  They were going to learn how to
clean house and do their chores.  Darren was to teach them, and Dad would
supervise.  That turned out to be the best Saturday of Darren's life.  The
twins eventually did get things back on track.

	Darren turned his attention back to Fred.  He figured now was the
time to make his move.  As it turned out, he couldn't have planned it
better.  He was late in getting out of the gym one Friday afternoon, having
to stay and clean up the dirty towels.  Darren approached the bathroom and
heard a moan coming from it.  Peeking inside, he saw Fred with his pants
down and facing the urinal.  Darren creeped forward and saw another
Playgirl propped up on the urinal.  Fred was wanking off to the centerfold.
This was the chance he was waiting for.  Darren moved forward and slowly
took hold of Fred's hard five inches and touched it.  Fred jumped.

	"Keep looking at that stud, let me have this pleasure," he
whispered into Fred's ear, starting to stroke the boy's erection.

Darren gently squeezed the hard cock and continued to whisper into Fred's
ear.  "Look at that hard cock.  So nice looking.  Don't you wish you could
hold that?  Don't you wish you could jack him off?  He's such a hunk.  Such
nice big muscles.  Wouldn't you want to run your hands over those big, sexy
muscles?  He's got a nice ass.  Wouldn't you like to put your cock inside
his ass and fuck him?"

Fred was groaning in pleasure as Darren jacked him off.  Fred suddenly
screamed out loud, shooting his load out of his cock and into the urinal,
and then down Darren's fingers.  Fred sighed with relief once he finished
ejaculating.

	Darren backed up once he let go of Fred's deflating cock.  Fred
turned around to see a grinning Darren standing there.  Darren started to
lick the cum off his fingers.  Fred grabbed Darren's hand and brought it up
to his face and finished cleaning the cum off Darren's fingers.  Then he
grabbed Darren by the shirt and yanked him in close.  Before Darren
realized what was going on, Fred was kissing him.  Darren let go to the
feelings that came up from inside of him.  Both boys stood there kissing.
The suddenly Fred was crying on Darren's shoulder.

	"Darren, I'm so sorry for the way I treated you in the past.
Forgive me?" Fred blubbered, tears running down his face.

Darren smiled.  Third one down, mission accomplished.  "Yes I will."

Fred sighed.  "Thanks.  How did you know?"

Darren removed the Playgirl from the urinal.  "Oh cool, the new issue.
Let's go to my place and check it out."

Fred started to laugh hysterically.  He tripped over his pants that had
fallen to his feet as Darren joined in.  Fred lay on his back and continued
to laugh.  He had not felt this good in ages.  Darren reached down and
pulled him to his feet.  Fred pulled his pants back up and fastened them.

	"Yeah, let's go to your house and check it out," Fred grinned.

Fred stuffed the magazine back into his backpack and they went to the bus
stop and went to Darren's house.  They arrived just as Thomas got home.

	"Fred Wilson?" Thomas asked.

	"Hi.  It's been a while, I know.  Glad to see you again," he
smiled.

Thomas looked at Darren with raised eyebrows.  Darren just nodded.  Both
boys dashed up to Darren's room.  He unlocked his door and they went in.
Darren made sure the door was closed and locked again.

	"Have you finished with that one yet?" Darren asked.

	"Yeah," Fred answered.

	"Good.  You can check out my stash while I look at this," Darren
said.

Both boys settled down and started checking out the magazines.  Fred
started rubbing the front of his jeans again.  Darren grinned.  Now to
spring the rest of the trap.  He turned and booted up his computer and
waited for it to load.  Once it stopped loading, he went to a secret folder
on his removable hard drive and opened up a folder.

	"Come up here and check these out," he said.

Fred got into the office chair and his jaw dropped as he started looking at
Darren's picture files of naked boys having sex.  He pointed to the screen.

	"Where the hell did you get these?" he asked.

Darren leaned over him.  "From newsgroups on the net."

Fred's hand went back down to the front of his jeans.  Darren grinned.  He
had him now!  He reached down and started unbuttoning Fred's shirt and
gently rubbed the boy's torso, flicking his fingernails over the boy's
large nipples.  Fred shivered.

	"Let me finish looking at these pictures," he said hoarsely.

Darren backed up and sat on his bed while Fred flipped through the
pictures.  Once he was dome with the file, he closed it out and stood up.
Darren got up and started pulling Fred's shirt off him.  Then he completely
undressed Fred.  Fred was a big boy, not fat, but big.  It was mostly
muscle, and Darren had no doubt that if Fred ever got into high school
wrestling, he'd make it big.  Darren started to pull his t-shirt off, but
Fred stopped him and took hold of it.

	"Let me have that pleasure," he whispered.

Fred slowly undressed Darren, and then both boys stretched out on the bed.
Fred lay on his left side and started caressing Darren's body.  He could
feel the difference in Darren's body from his own.  Darren was enjoying the
caresses.  They were making him feel good.  Even his cock agreed, becoming
erect.  Fred giggled.

	"I see little Darren likes this," he said.

Darren looked down.  "He's not the only one."

Fred laughed at the comment.  He watched Darren close his eyes and sigh
softly.  The younger boy (Fred was thirteen, Darren twelve) shivered from
his touches.  Fred wondered if he felt the same things he did when he
touched himself at night.  Fred looked down at Darren's cock and noted the
extra skin there.  So many questions, and he didn't know where to start.

	"I owe you something," he whispered.

Taking hold of Darren's cock, he began jacking Darren off.  Darren
responded by arching his back and moaning softly.  Fred marveled at how
Darren was reacting to being masturbated by him.  He watched the younger
boy writhe and moan out his pleasure.  Suddenly Darren's cock squirted out
its load all over himself and Fred's hand.  Fred kept on going until
Darren's cock went soft.  Darren sighed, feeling good.  He opened his eyes
to see Fred licking his fingers clean of his boycum.  Then Fred leaned over
him and licked his abs and groin clean.  Both settled down and hugged each
other.

	"Darren, I got so many questions, I don't know where to start,"
Fred said.

Darren looked at his newly reunited friend.  "We start at the beginning,
and go from there.  I'll help you."

Fred grinned.  "Thanks man.  I appreciate it."

	Lying in bed that night, Darren couldn't help but feel that his
life had gotten much better.  He had in the course of one month, conquered
three bullies.  Two of them his brothers, and Fred.  He knew he had a long
way to go with Fred, even though he had accomplished a bit.  Fred had asked
him if they could go slow, and build up to it over time.  Darren had
agreed, and Fred had relaxed.  He was glad to have Fred back as his friend
again, and had the feeling they would eventually be boyfriends.  He sighed
and relaxed, reaching down for his favorite toy to begin his nightly
ritual.  This time, Fred's naked body came to his mind and took over.
Darren closed his eyes and imagined it was Fred sucking him off.  The
feelings got stronger than ever, and his orgasm was more powerful than
ever.  Darren slowly came back down once the fireworks had stopped.

END