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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised of old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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This is a work of fiction and most all disclaimers apply. Regardless of the name, none of the characters in this story are based on real people, living or dead. It is a story about behavior common to most boys and is consistently denied or hidden from view. Even though this is a work of fiction, This is an authentic representation.

The Sissy and the Outcast

The boy next door

At the end of the day after getting off the bus, he found himself walking down the hill with the boy who had moved in next door. It was obvious that he had been dressed by his mother because his pants were hiked up high making him look perfectly stupid. As unsophisticated about things as Seth was, he did have an idea of how to look masculine and this boy had no sense about it. His social service eye glasses didn't help much either.

But where did Seth get off being critical? The boy was shorter, maybe weighing only 80lbs, so he had to look slightly up when he stopped to talk. "My name's Michael, I live over there." The boy's voice was high and melodious.

Seth stopped and stared down at the boy. "Are you cross-eyed because your eyes look all crooked."

Michael didn't know how to answer.

He followed it up with, "Do you always talk like a girl?"

It was obvious that Seth had deflated someone who was only trying to make friends with him. He really couldn't understand why he did it, but he did.

The boy turned and walked away without ever getting Seth's name.

When Seth walked into the house he was met with trouble.

The old man cornered him. "I've told you not to touch things that don't belong to you!"

Whatever the thing was didn't matter because it was the same old fight. Gradually Seth was challenging the old man more and more and the confrontations could get heated and reach a fever pitch. They would yell at each other and when he felt himself being defeated because of his circumstances, his voice would crack and then he would see only futility. He would flee to his room. His life seemed to offer no prospects at all.

Just before dark, he showered outside using the hose. The water was cold but with some soap, he managed. He was used to being naked outside because the house next door had been vacant for so long but when he looked he saw the boy quickly retreat from the window.

The trounce

In the early morning they waited together for the school bus and like sheep going through a chute, found their seats and if they were lucky, one by a window.

During class, Seth was nursing a boner concealed in his pants and was thinking about the things that might have prompted it to come up out of nowhere. Looking around the room, he saw boys who were either fearful of him or dismissive. The girls didn't give him the time of day so there was no one that he could relate to.

The teacher was going on about the area and circumference of a circle. "Seth, tell me what the decimal equivalent of pi is please?"

The stiff boner hidden in his pants wilted. He sat up and tried to look attentive but had no answer.

The teacher moved on. "Anyone else know?"

The spotlight moved on to someone else and he was free to return to his thoughts.

Like the day before and the day before that, the school bus dropped the two boys off at the top of the road. His new neighbor, Michael was talking about some silly thing that happened to him. He laughed like a girl and was inventing a story hoping Seth would think it was funny too and maybe laugh along with him.

Seth turned towards him and suddenly pulled the boy's arm around to his back and twisted hard until Michael cried out and screamed. Seth twisted his arm further until the boy fell to his knees. He heard him weeping and somehow or somewhere inside of him he was feeling vindicated but the boy he had set upon had done nothing to him. Seth knew that the boy he was holding down wasn't the one. Michael hadn't done anything to deserve this. He was on his knees, head slumped towards the ground and in a high fearful voice he cried, “please don't, please let me go.”

Seth let loose and the hurt boy ran towards his house. He stopped to look back at Seth. The expression on his face was one of hurt and confused distress. Seth stood there wondering why he had done what he had done. He got nothing out of it, he only felt shitty about himself for doing it.

The next morning the boy kept his distance on the walk up to the bus. Seth thought, maybe that was one way to get rid of the little faggot pest. In the following days Michael got off the bus and either ran ahead or lagged well behind Seth. It began to bother him. The kid meant him no harm. He was just as lonely as Seth was and apparently he had no friends either. He thought Michael was too weird, too different and he was just as likely to draw abuse as Seth himself was. In fact, Seth responded by abusing him for no good reason and now the boy stayed out of his way like Seth stayed out of the old man's way.

When the week-end came Michael didn't go outside at all. Seth thought about it because he could look up to the second floor window where the boy's room was and sometimes he'd see him. Seth was feeling bad about the whole thing. He stood by the side of the house and called up to him. He waited a long time and then called again. Michael came to the window. The boy's face was expressionless and he retreated almost out of view.

Seth called up to him, "I just want you to know I'm sorry. It was just me being fucked up."

He knew that the boy was there but he was hidden. Seth had made the boy frightened of him.

He called up again, "I'm sorry, I was just being an asshole.

Seth felt a little better.

The meeting

The school bus dropped both boys at the top of the hill. They walked together. Seth was uncomfortable and Michael was cautious about what he might say to a boy with a short fuse. The fact that Michael had been set upon by him was never mentioned. The older boy was not inclined to apologize anymore than he already had. Planting both feet on the ground, he took out his cock and began to piss on the side of the tree. Michael looked away. Seth was doing it to show prowess and superiority to an awkward boy, half his size.

In back of the houses, builders and contractors had cleared the land for some future development but one day it just stopped. The excavating equipment had pushed the land's irregularities up into a huge pile of dirt. Grass began to grow on it and at the top there was a depression hollowed out by rain where you could sit unobserved. Together Seth and Michael climbed it and surveyed the open area all around them. When they sat, they became invisible.

"It's like a volcano!" Michael was excited.

Seth pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He drew in and then blew out a column of smoke as if he was an old pro. In this unlikely hide-out, Seth was more relaxed around Michael. Normally he was uneasy being around a silly boy that acted like a girl but alone together, he saw Michael differently. Being unobserved freed him to talk and brag about perceived or imagined exploits. He went on about this one or that one that had challenged him to a fight and how sorry they were after he beat them up.

They were both so entirely different that it was difficult to find common ground.

"I hate to tell you this but those glasses look stupid. Why do you wear them?"

"I'm nearsighted. My mother and the doctor said I have to wear them."

Seth gave him a critical look. "When I am 16, I'm going to quit school and go away and never come back here again."

Michael listened and seemed to understand. "Me and my mom were homeless and we lived in a car before we came here."

Michael has already seen Seth's violent potential so he knew that there was a risk. In spite of that he was so drawn to him that he sat close, almost touching and listening to his every word. Michael was so non-threatening that Seth felt comfortable around him and gradually he began to let his guard down. He might not have been able to do it out and around other people, where they would be judging him and then judging Michael and then associating them together. But here, secreted away from view, he allowed himself to like the boy. Seth's unshowered scent was absolutely foreign to Michael who had no men in his life.

He went on. "Maybe I'll join the army or the air force or even work in McDonalds."

Michael looked up to Seth as if he was a confident, grown man. Living alone with a neurotic single woman, left him with no references. After a pause where he considered if he could trust the older boy, Michael said, "Maybe I could be an artist and draw Japanese cartoons or I could be a dancer."

Maybe Michael was right because Seth gave him a strange, quizzical look.

The expression on Seth's face had suddenly become sly and mischievous. He took hold of Michael who immediately tried to pull away. He was no match for Seth. He held the smaller boy tight encumbering him with a scissor hold around his waist and head lock. Michael was unfamiliar with this kind of physical treatment and he didn't know what to do except struggle and try to get away. The two lay on the ground rolling in the dirt. Michael became red-faced and breathless. Trying to free himself, he was on the verge of panic.

He cried, “Let me go!”

Seth pulled himself close to Micheal's ear and softly said, “Say please.”

He was fearful and out of breath.”please!, please let me go.”

Seth said. “Say it again.”

“Please!”

Seth released a stunned and rumpled Michael.

When he came closer, Michael pulled away. “Relax, don't be such a fuckin baby!”

Seth pulled the smaller boy close. “I was just playing with you. Haven't you ever been in a fight.

Michael's voice was particularly high. “No, never. I got beat up but I didn't fight back.”

Seth rolled his eyes. “It's your fuckin mother's fault. Don't take this the wrong way but she made you into a sissy!”

Michael, feeling guilty that perhaps his hysteria had been unnecessary, began brushing the dirt off of his clothes.

“I like my mother.”

Seth said. “I know you do, that 's the problem.”

Seth studied Michael's face and he saw someone soft and defenseless. He also saw in Michael a capacity to listen and to not judge him like everyone else did.

"So what are you going to do, you can't live with your mother forever?"

Michael liked that Seth was interested but wasn't sure if he would understand. The two boys were really worlds apart but Michael didn't care. He liked sitting close to Seth. He like the sound of Seth's changing voice.

The older boy stood up and prepared to take a leak. Michael sat and watched but repressed any appearance of curiosity. Seth pulled out his cock and retracted his foreskin and began without much hesitation.

Casually, he said, "You jerk off, don't you?"

Michael had heard the words in school but had never attached anything real to them. He had been called a jerk-off often enough and he had heard it used in rough conversation between boys of which he was usually excluded from anyway. He shook his head no.

Seth had taken the opportunity to show himself off. "I'm an expert. It's about the only thing I know how to do right."

Michael was silent and wide eyed. Seth pushed his pants lower and displayed his large scrotum and with little effort, caused his cock to elevate and stiffen. His foreskin retracted on its own.

In a gesture of display, Seth said, "Nice, huh?"

Standing up, He began a stroke. Slowly at first and then faster. Michael was riveted by the sight. It went on for only a handful of minutes until Seth groaned and huffed and streams of fluid squirted from his cock. He shook it out, lit a cigarette and only then did he stuff it back into his pants. Seth knew that Michael was looking at him so he had been putting on a show. He smiled confidently and then sat down next to the awestruck boy.

Part 3 to follow in a few days.

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