Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 10:41:29 -0500 From: Bossed Boys Subject: The Protector "The Protector" E-mail: BossedBoys@gmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- A Fresh Start --- Fourteen year old Dylan Goodman woke up fifteen minutes before his alarm went off. And just like most days, he woke up with a morning boner. He slipped his hand inside his underwear and gently held his ballsac in his hand as he thought about the day ahead. Dylan's family just moved, and this was going to be his first day at a new school. He was feeling a little nervous, but also sort of happy that they moved. This was his opportunity to make a fresh start. At his old school, Dylan was much smaller than average, shy, and not one of the popular kids. At this new school, he was still going to be smaller than average, but he was going to try to be more popular and not so shy. There were a few kids at his old school who picked on him occasionally. Dylan decided that he wasn't going to let this happen at this new school. The alarm clock on Dylan's nightstand started beeping. He turned it off and got out of bed. Dylan was the second kid who arrived at the bus stop; only some younger girl was there before him. A few minutes later, he saw some kid around his own age approaching. He looked athletic. Dylan was thinking, "Don't be shy. Act cool." As fourteen year old Brandon Clark approached his bus stop, he noticed that there was some new kid standing there who he never saw before. Before he could say anything to him, the new kid greeted him. "Hi. I'm Dylan." "Hey. I'm Brandon. Is this your first day at this school?" "Yeah. We just moved here." "Cool. What grade are you in?" "9th." "I'm in 9th, too." Brandon thought this new kid looked kind of young to be in ninth grade. "How old are you?" "Fourteen." "Okay. Me too" The conversation died out. Dylan was determined to not be shy and to keep the conversation going. "Do you play any sports?" "Yeah. I play on the soccer team in the Fall and on the baseball team in the Spring. Do you play anything?" "Not at my old school. But maybe I will at this school." "Like what?" Dylan thought for a second. He knew that wrestling had different weight classes. Maybe they had a weight class for kids his size. "Maybe wrestling." "Oh. Okay." Brandon thought that Dylan was way too small and wimpy for wrestling, or any other sport. He would get creamed if he went out for wrestling -- even if he wrestled someone from his own weight class. Some other kid who looked slightly older approached the bus stop. Brandon greeted him. "Hey, Brian." "Hey. Who's that?" "Some new kid." Dylan thought he made one new "cool" friend. And now he was going to try to make a second friend. "Hi. I'm Dylan." "Hey." "Dylan just told me that he's gonna try out for the wrestling team." "Wrestling? You don't look very strong." "I'm gonna work out and get stronger." "Okay. Cool. Good luck with that." Brandon and Brian laughed. Dylan was starting to feel like this wasn't going very well. The bus arrived and they were off to school. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Dylan Encounters a Bully --- Later that morning in school, Dylan felt like he had to pee. He found a boys' bathroom, walked up to the urinal, pulled down his zipper, took out his cock, and started peeing. When he finished, he saw that some other kid just came in. There was something about this kid that reminded Dylan of the kids at his other school that used to pick on him. Just the two of them were in the bathroom. Luke Decker was one of the bullies at Dylan's new school. He was always getting in trouble and picking on the small and wimpy kids. Luke was big, but not athletic. Dylan's strategy was to confidently say "hi" to this kid and then get out of there. "Hey." Dylan walked toward the door. "Hey. Wait a sec. Come back here." Dylan stopped and turned around. He was going to try to stand up to this kid and not get picked on. "I never saw you before. What's your name?" "Dylan." "Are you sure you're in the right school? You look like a 6th grader." "I'm in 9th grade." "You're pretty small for a 9th grader." "I'm not that small." "Yeah, you are. Hey, can I borrow a dollar from you? I forgot my lunch money." "No. I don't have any money." "Yeah you do. Give me a dollar." "No. I gotta go to class now." Luke pushed Dylan up against the wall. "Come on, Dylan. Give me a dollar. I'll pay you back tomorrow." "No." Luke brought his knee up between Dylan's legs and pressed it against Dylan's crotch. Dylan's balls were getting squished. "Let me borrow a dollar, wimp." Dylan got his wallet out of his pocket and gave a dollar to Luke. Luke brought his knee down and let Dylan go. "Thanks for the dollar, wimp. I'll see you tomorrow." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Lunch Time --- Later that day, Dylan exited the lunch line in the cafeteria and was holding his tray of food. He looked around at all the kid gathered together at tables, trying to figure out who to sit with. He didn't really know anybody. He saw that bully kid Luke sitting with some other mean-looking kids. He obviously wasn't going to sit there. He saw Brandon and Brian, the two kids from his bus stop, sitting with a table of jocks. Dylan sort of knew them. At first, he was going to try to sit with them, but then he decided not to. He looked over to the left and saw a table of kids who reminded him of the friends he used to eat with at his other school. Each kid at that table was some combination of shy, small, nerdy, wimpy, and unpopular. Dylan's intuition told him that this was the best place to sit. He walked over to the table and stood in front of an empty chair next to some kid who looked shy, gentle, and friendly. "Hi. Can I sit here?" "Yeah." Dylan sat down and started to eat. "Are you new here?" "Yeah. I'm Dylan. This is my first day." "I'm Jake. Do you like it here so far?" Dylan didn't like his new school at all so far, but he decided to lie. "Yeah, I guess so." Jake sensed that something was wrong. "Well, I think you'll like it even more once you get used to it here." Dylan and Jake continued talking and getting to know each other. They found that they had a lot in common. Dylan pointed over to the place where Luke, the bully, was sitting. "Who's that big kid wearing the red shirt?" "That's Luke Decker. You should stay away from him. He's mean." "Yeah. I know. He told me to give him a dollar today." "He's always doing stuff like that. Did you give it to him?" "I had to. He was smooshing my balls with his knee." "Did it hurt?" "Well, yeah. It kinda hurts when someone's smooshing your balls." They laughed. At least Dylan's first day of school wasn't a total loss. He was able to find a new friend. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Another Encounter with Luke --- The next day, Luke saw Dylan go into the boys' bathroom, and followed him in. "Hi, Dylan." Dylan recognized that voice. It was Luke. Dylan felt a sinking feeling as he turned around to face him. "Hi, Luke." "I can give you back the dollar you loaned me yesterday." Dylan assumed he would never see that dollar again. Now, he thought that maybe Luke would actually pay it back to him. Luke got out his wallet and looked inside. "Damn. I forgot my lunch money again. Can you loan me another dollar, Dylan?" "No, Luke. I'm not gonna give you money every day." "I'll pay you back two dollars tomorrow. I promise. Give me a dollar." "No." Luke pushed Dylan against the wall just like the previous day. "I guess you like getting your balls crushed." "Let me go, Luke." Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Brandon Clark, the kid from Dylan's bus stop, walked in. Brandon saw what Luke was doing. "Hey, Luke. Let him alone." "I wasn't doing anything to him." "Yeah, you were. Let him alone." "Whatever." Luke left the bathroom. He only picked on wimpy kids who never fight back. He knew that if he got in a fight with Brandon, Brandon would start pounding on him. Luke wanted nothing to do with that. "Thanks for helping me." "Yeah. You should try to stay away from him." "I'll try." "Let me know if he bothers you again. I'll make him stop." "Okay. Thanks." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- The Protector --- After the first two days of school, Dylan accepted what he was -- a small, shy, wimpy kid. He felt foolish for trying to be a cool kid who thought about joining the wrestling team. After the incident in the boys' bathroom, Dylan and Brandon became friends, but it wasn't a regular friendship. Dylan thought of Brandon as his protector. And Brandon felt like a big brother who had to protect his little brother. He made sure that all of the bullies at school knew that he didn't want them picking on Dylan. Dylan didn't sit with Brandon at lunch (he sat with new friend Jake every day), but Dylan did sit with Brandon on the school bus. When Dylan was near Brandon, he felt safe and comfortable. Brandon gave Dylan protection, and Dylan wanted to give Brandon something in return. Over time, their relationship evolved until a new "friend" started participating in their friendship. That new "friend" was Brandon's cock. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- On the Bus --- The sexual aspect of Dylan and Brandon's friendship eventually became a regular routine. Dylan went to Brandon's house after school on days when Brandon didn't have soccer or baseball. They were always the only ones there because Brandon's mom and dad got home more than an hour after the school bus left them off. On one particular day, they were sitting next to each other in the same seat on the bus ride home. All of the other kids were sitting in seats closer to the front of the bus. Brandon was feeling extra horny because he didn't cum the previous day. Brandon spread his legs apart and pointed at his crotch. Dylan knew what Brandon wanted him to do. Sometimes they started their sexual activities on the bus ride home. Dylan reached his hand between Brandon's legs and started rubbing his cock through his jeans. Brandon's cock grew into a full erection inside his boxers. This petting was making Brandon's cock feel good, but he knew that it was going to feel even better once they got to his bedroom. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- In Brandon's Bedroom --- When they got to Brandon's house, Brandon unlocked the front door with his house key. They went inside, walked down the hallway to Brandon's bedroom, and dropped their backpacks on the floor. "I'm extra horny today." Brandon had baseball practice the previous day, so they didn't see each other after school. "Did you cum yesterday?" "No. The last time was when you made me squirt two days ago." "I guess that's why you're so horny today." "Yeah." Dylan learned a lot of things about Brandon's cock over the previous two months. One thing he learned is that if Brandon didn't cum for two days, more cum squirted out of his cock than usual. Dylan knew that Brandon liked him to be totally naked when they did this, so he started taking off his school clothes. The last thing that came off was his Hanes briefs. He dropped them on the floor next to his backpack. Dylan cock was hard. One reason Brandon liked Dylan to be naked is because he liked seeing the wimpy kid's boner and naked butt. Brandon took off his jeans and boxers, and lay down on his bed. He spread his legs wide apart. Dylan got up on the bed and positioned himself between Brandon's legs. He looked down at Brandon's hard cock. There was a complicated mixture of reasons why Dylan liked to help Brandon cum. Brandon was his protector, and he wanted to give Brandon back something in return. If he helped Brandon cum, Brandon might like him more. Cumming made Brandon feel good, and he liked it when Brandon felt good. He felt like it was his responsibility to make Brandon's cock feel as good as possible. And he grew to like Brandon's cock, in general. The shape of all its different parts. How it looked when it was hard. Brandon was Dylan's protector, but Dylan also thought of Brandon's cock as being his protector, too. Dylan loved the cock that protected him from bullies. He leaned down and kissed all of its different parts. The balls. The stiff, veiny shaft. The purplish cock head. Dylan brought his nose down to Brandon's ballsac and breathed in. It was an odor he was familiar with. He liked how Brandon's cock smelled. On this day, it smelled a little stronger than usual because Brandon was running around and sweating in gym class while showing off his natural athletic ability. Dylan stuck out his tongue and licked Brandon's ballsac -- his left and right testicles. And then he ran his tongue up the underside of Brandon's cock shaft. Brandon thought that felt really good. Dylan repeatedly lick up the length of Brandon's shaft. After each lick, Dylan looked at the tip of Brandon's cock. After the fifth lick, Dylan saw what he was waiting for. A drop of precum was oozing out of Brandon's slit. This was Brandon's cock's gift to Dylan. Dylan accepted the slimy gift by licking it up. Dylan liked how it tasted. Now, it was time to make his protector's cock feel even better. Dylan opened his mouth and slipped Brandon's leaky cock inside. He pressed his lips around it and started sucking. This was the part that Brandon liked the most. He loved having his cock sucked. And he loved having a little, wimpy friend who was willing to suck on it just about every day. Especially on extra horny days like this day, Brandon wasn't able to withstand too much sucking before it made him have to cum. He knew that he was free to cum whenever he wanted to. Dylan didn't care if he squirted cock slime in his mouth. Brandon held out as long as he could, and then his body experienced the intensely pleasurable sensation of an orgasm. A two-day load of cum gushed out of Brandon's cock into Dylan's mouth. Dylan tasted the familiar flavor of Brandon's cum. It covered his tongue. He swallowed, and the creamy goo slid down his throat. Dylan got off the bed. He pulled his briefs up over his boner, and then started putting on the rest of his clothes. "Thanks for being my friend and protecting me." "And thanks for making me cum." "Did it feel good?" "Yeah. It felt awesome." Dylan liked being told he did a good job. Dylan and Brandon's special friendship lasted all through high school. Dylan was safe from bullies, and Brandon's cock received constant attention from the shy, wimpy kid he protected. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was the fifth Bossed Boys story. I hope you liked it. It would be really cool if you sent me an e-mail and told me what you thought. E-mail: BossedBoys@gmail.com If you were one of the characters in this story, would you rather be Dylan or Brandon? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------