Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2023 22:56:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: All for Terry (A Long Wait (4)

This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry'
story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that
passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different
story with the same people meeting under different circumstances.
Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but
meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking
together.

This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.

Enjoy....
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All for Terry (A Long Wait (4)


... I was on my bike again one day. Just out in the neighborhood. I was
headed to Tommy's to hang out. He was my only friend after all. I was up
the street when I saw a couple of guys from school. Oscar and a few of
his friends. Oscar was one of the ones that was especially mean to me
after the rumours.
He saw me and his friends rushed me. I was barely a block from my house
when I was assaulted.

"Hey guys. It's the sissy boy from school" he shouted

One of them threw a big stuck at me as I was moving along. I had tried to
pick up speed in my bike as I saw them. But the stick flew into my bike
wheel and slammed into the frame. The bike stopped instantaneously and I
was tossed over from it. Hitting the ground hard. The blow forcing air
from me.
And even before I could react to what had happened Oscar and his thugs
were in me. The name calling started and then when I tried to get up to
tell them to stop ,Oscar kicked me.

"Shit up sissy boy" he shouted

Then he kicked me again as I was down. Continuing to chant 'sissy biy' at
me. Him then his buddies. I kicked one of them down but then the rest
just jumped me. Fists hitting me where they could. One stuck my head and
the ringing started. The pain then followed as the chants continued. I
figured this fucks planned on causing me much harm. Beating on me until
blood came out.
But then I heard a voice beyond the taunts and flying fist smacks. Then
the boys flew off me. One by one they were grabbed by some unknown source
and flung off me. Even Oscar was pushed away from me.

"Leave him alone you little fuck" I heard
"Screw you ass hole" is at growled back
"He is a sissy boy and needs to get pounded"

The defender shoved Oscar hard and he fell back on his ass. His hand
getting sprained as it hit hard on the concrete.

"Owe. Fuckk!" Oscar shouted

The other boy quickly ran seeing that my defender was gonna kick there
asses. Oscar got up and ran off too. And then my ordeal was at least
over.
I lay there in the ground crying as I felt so helpless. Then I felt hands
on me. But not abusive hands. They picked up and cradled me to a warm
body. And one that smelled so good. Natural and masculine. Then I heard a
familiar voice talking to me. Soothing me from my assault

"It's okay buddy. They are gone" he said
"You are okay now"

I looked up to see that my defender was the one I hoped it would be. It
was Terry. He looked at me and tried to wipe my tears. Telling me I held
out really well even with all them hanging up in me. And his words did
make me feel better.

"You will be okay" he said again.
"I would take them out myself of I were you. One at a time"
"I am sure you can"

I did feel better. But I believe mostly it was because l had his body
close to me. He made me feel safe. And I knew it was because I had a
strange connection with this guy. Something I would find out what it was
soon enough.
I got up, brushed myself off, then headed home. Picking up and grabbing
my bike to walk home with it. Turning and thanking Terry for coming to my
aide. He smiled and waved at me. I looked back at him, he certainly was a
stunning specimen. Those sports he had done showing off in his strong
arms and broad chest. The chest I had been pulled to just a bit ago.
And as I walked on I felt a tightness in my pants as I walked. I realized
then I had a bit of a hard on. Feeling utterly embarrassed at this and
hoping he had not seen it.
I called Tommy later and told him what had happened. He got upset and
said that would not have happened if he was there. That we would both
kick their asses.

"Fucking assholes" he said over the phone

But for me, I was again scolded by my father into letting those boys
treat me like that. And that maybe I shouldn't act so 'queer' around
them. Suggesting it was my fault that this happened. I went to my room
and cried again. Seeing that even my own family did not support me. It
just made me want to run away.
But of course I had no where to go. So I had to take the abuse from all
sides. With only my best friend Tommy in my side.

"I guess I am almost alone here" I huffed softly
"Every body thinks I am queer. Even my family."
"But I am not"

And I kept telling myself that every day. That I was not. That I was a
regular guy that just got a bum rap because of a bitter ex girlfriend.

"Fucking bitch!" I grumbled as I lay in bed

Over then next week Tommy and I were in a fight with Oscar and his
buddies. Four against two as it was. But as I felt no need to fight fair
because they did not. The end result was Oscar bleeding and in pain from
me slamming him hard on to the ground before pounding down in him.
Leaving his stupid ass crying.
They others scattered as their leader was taken down. And me and Tommy
stood there shorts torn and with minor injuries to ourselves. Tommy
shouting expletives at the fleeing creeps

"Now who are the pussies you littles bitches!" He shouted out. Waving his
hand up in a threatening manner
"Yeah. Fucking pussies!" I shouted along
"Little queer boys!"

I looked at Tommy and his torn Tshirt. He looked at me with the trickle
of blood near my mouth. Then we both broke out in laughter. Then patted
each outer shoulders and backs in our awesome victory. And then I tha ked
my best friend for always having my back.

"Always buddy" he said
"Always"

I ended up doing home and showing my dad and brother the damages to my
clothes. Telling them how I triumphantly kicked those boys asses. But
rather than praise me for being a man, for not taking any shit, I was
told to not start any fights anymore. I bit back and then was punished
and sent to my room. Then told that my friend Tommy was a bad influence.
I again sat in my room and cried again. Getting again a disrespect from
my family, no matter what I did. I so wanted to run a way at that moment.
Cursing life for this treatment.
I told Tommy this in school the next day and he felt bad for me. Telling
me my parents sucked.

"Yeah they do" I proclaimed.
"I have no one to count in but you Tommy. "
"Can I come and live with you guys?"

He smiled and just said he wished I could. But that his parents to
thought I was a bad influence on him. Telling him to not hang around me
any more.
I saw Oscar in school and he looked at me with a hateful stare. Telling
me he was gonna make me pay. I came back with the defiant. 'try it
Fucker' not letting him try and scare me. And for the most part I was not
scared of him any more. I did what Terry had told me to do. To fight back
and won.
Then as I was thinking about therry, I could see his face. That handsome
face of his. Then his body, that strong warm body that had made me feel
save. I then felt a tightness in my pants again. And it was so to him.
Thinking about Terry was turning me on.

"What the fuckk!" I said to myself
"I ain't queer"
"I can't be"

But it was there. Terry the neighbor down the street kept pulling these
sensations and feeling in me. A need, a longing to be near him again, to
feel his body again. Even to smell him again. And oddly as I did think of
him it was like my memory conjured up his scent again. For I smell it in
the air.
I kept telling myself I was not gay. That I could not be. But why was it
that this guy pulled these emotions from me. These feelings. Wasi queer?
And was it because if Terry?..
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To be continued