Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2019 01:50:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Miller Subject: Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-6 Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. This is a work of fiction based on the real events of a boy growing-up in a middle class Midwest City. The people described in the story do not exist as described but you can still find personalities like those presented. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else. This is yet another attempt at writing for Nifty (I-lost-big-time, Biology-Final-Bet), so please take that into consideration while reading. This is a multiple part story. The first part was a prelude to the real meat of the story; understand it lays the foundation about boys entering puberty at a time when sex education was passed from boy to boy. This part provides further insight into relationships of close teenage male friends. I am undertaking this as both a labor of love and in response to the kind words of readers of my other efforts. Please support Nifty.org make a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments without being cruel can be sent to bi_topguy@yahoo.com Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-6 Recap of Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 It has been almost two-years since my buddies pulled my pants down in the fort behind Tom's house and John jerked me off. They just wanted to see me or anyone cum. I am Paul -- at that time a lanky 13-yearold in the throes of puberty and all that involves. The other guys in our close group of four remain the same; Tom, John and Greg. Sometimes a fifth friend Carl enters into the story. We are all either 15 or getting close to that birthday. I am now 5'10" and weigh 155-pounds. Tom is about 5'9", weighs about 150 --pounds of muscle and now plays football for his Catholic high school. John is 5' 11", weighs 150-pounds and continues to be the most driven for success guy I have ever met. John and I are in the same year of public high school and at the same school. Greg is about 5'7", weighs about 145-pounds and is a year behind John and me at the high school. We all still hang together as much as time allows. John and I ride the public bus to our school. This gives us the chance to talk, finish homework and spend time with girls riding the same bus to the same high school. We are both virgins but continue to work for a change in that status. Greg could ride the bus with John and me but his dad works in the area of the high school so he drives him to school. After school, Greg walks to his dad's office, gets his homework done and rides home with his dad. Greg does not have a choice in the matter but is a little sore about missing out on bus time with us and the girls. Tom got a scholarship to Our Lady Queen of Bingo (our name) for sports. He loves being on the football team. A van picks him up and drops him back Monday through Friday. It is an all boys' high school. He says the teachers, called brothers, are guys that are part of a large group of single men who have dedicated their lives to the church but are not priests. The brothers are demanding and mean. Carl is at the public high school in the same year as Greg. He stands about 5'9" and weighs about 150-pounds. He is a loner except for his on and off interactions with the four guys. His dad died a little over a year ago. Carl found him sitting at the breakfast table with his head back and mouth open. I know he thinks he has to be the man of the house but he is also a kid. On the Saturday following John and me (Paul) going to Tom's first Friday night home football game, the four close buds got together for a ping pong tournament where I, Paul, as the big loser, had to be the naked bitch helping John empty his balls while the other guys watched and teased. Right after John unloaded on my chest, Tom and Greg pulled their underwear down and jacked-off. I did the same. I noticed Tom had no pubes. All Tom said was football initiation. The event ended with the guys committing to a Bitch Pool Tournament in two weeks at Greg's. On Sunday, I had to get more information on the football initiation. Tom told me all about the embarrassing ceremony as we walked to the playground where we saw Carl sitting on the ball diamond side of the backstop. We were surprised to find Carl jerking his dick. The surprise ended with Tom and I chasing Carl down and helping him to get a big load out of his nuts. The three guys walked back together to our street. I encouraged Carl to spend more time with the guys as he continued down the street beyond my house. The following Saturday was raining, which really did not matter because I had chores and homework. Home alone as usual on Saturday, I did my chores including cleaning the bathtub and shower in my briefs. I had just finished my chores when Carl showed up. Carl tackled me as I changed my briefs and started to put on my jeans. Carl jacked me off. When he moved, I sat on him and jacked him off through his fly and inside his boxers. As Carl wiggled out from under me he licked my dick and ass. As he left, he asked if he could get to and from school with John and me because some guys were harassing him. John and I teamed up with Carl for the ride to and from school. Carl was not harassed that first week as far and John and I knew. Our Saturday Bitch Pool Tournament was bad luck for John and a super time for the rest of us. John begged for a double or nothing coin flip. John lost. Tom was the big winner and really put john through a humiliation, cumming all over John's face and head. Because of the double or nothing loss, Greg and I got to jack-off on John and then Tom jacked John off. John opened his mouth to moan as he shot his load and some of Tom's jism dripped in his open mouth. There were no clean-ups till the end. The next Poker Bitch Tournament was scheduled for early November. Moving Forward with Chapter 6 I teased John a lot as we walked to and from Carl's. What was it like to have Tom's balls going across his lips over and over? What was it like having all those loads of cum on him? What did Tom's cum taste like? John was a good sport and laughed as he answered. We did not talk about the tournament in front of Carl because he had not been included in the group of four really close buds. It wasn't that we would never include him. Rather it was that this had started with the four of us when he was really acting like he did not want to be that close to the group. Carl was a good guy just still dealing with the death of his father. Likewise, I did not tell John about Carl giving my dick and ass a quick lick the day he asked me if John and I would let him ride to and from school with us on the public bus. It was Thursday afternoon and the end of another dull day of high school. Homecoming would be Friday with a dance on Saturday. John and I were not going to the game or the dance. There were some special events like pajama day and student rallies to gen up some school spirit, which gave a little spark to normal. The school would not let the boys just wear underwear or the girls wear see through teddies. But the school did not stop the Shorty-Pajamas on girls or the guys in compression shorts and tight wife beater tee-shirts. I was waiting at my locker for John and Carl. Their lockers were on the second floor. John came running up. "Get your ass to the boy's lavatory on the second floor. Carl is hurt. Some assholes threw all of Carl's clothes out the window. I will try to get them back." John ran out the door to the school. I ran to the second floor boy's room as fast as I could; taking two and three stairs at a time. I got to the lavatory and went in. Carl was naked on the floor with his back against the wall. He was crying. Someone had written graffiti on his body and face in black and red markers. Carl had a bloody nose and the start of a shiner. I yelled at him, "Who the fuck did this to you and why." I reached into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper for Carl's nose. Carl did not say anything at first. He dabbed at the blood on his nose. He struggled to get to his feet and did with my help, so he could look in the mirror. It was then I saw the arrow pointing down his back to his ass with the words `IN HERE'. Carl started to cry again as he noticed the word `QUEER' on his forehead. "Carl, tell me who the fuck did this?" I demanded again. John ran back into the john. He had jeans, shoes and one sock along with a shirt ripped to shreds "This was all I could get. Carl, how in the hell did this happen?" Who did this?" Carl just looked at us. He slowly pulled on his jeans, going commando. I was wearing a sweater over my button-down shirt. I also had a light fall jacket. I gave the sweater to Carl. John went to his locker and got an old baseball hat and his homework. "Carl, do you need anything from your locker?" John asked. Carl continued to pull on his gym shoes. You could tell Carl was in a fog. He went to the trash can and retrieved his math book and a study folder. "I'm okay. Can we just get home? Carl finally responded. Wearing the hat pulled forward in a manner to shield his forehead, Carl walked with us to catch the bus. Almost all the high school kids were already on earlier buses. The bus was half full. The three of us sat all the way in the back. At one time or another, either John or I put an arm around Carl's shoulder, as he shuddered but did not cry. None of us talked. Since my mom was not going to be home for a while, I told John and Carl to come to my house to get Carl cleaned up. After leaving the bus, the three of us walked quickly up the street past Carl's house. At my house, the three of us went upstairs to the bathroom. I told Carl to strip and stand in the tub. I found a bottle of alcohol and retrieved two clean rags from the rag bag. John and I stripped to our briefs and stepped into the tub. I took the back side and John was in front. We used alcohol on the rags to rub the graffiti off Carl's body. It was not easy but it was going to do the trick. John commented as he scrubbed the forehead and chest of Carl. "I think I know who did this. Dean Carlton was running down the stairs with a three of his buds as I started to head to your locker looking for you. Why would he do this to you? I didn't know you guys even knew each other." Carl got tears in his eyes. "He's in my PE class. He said I was staring at his dick in the shower. Since then Dean and his friends have been calling me names, pushing me around and telling me what I should do for them. Most of it was on the bus, which is why I asked the two of you for help. He was even taking my lunch money so I started to carry my lunch. I let my guard down because they have been leaving me alone since I started to take the earlier buses with you." "I know Carlton. He lives about 6-blocks over near the delicatessen. He has always been a bully and surrounds himself with followers who do his bidding." I said. Carl described what went down. "Yeah, that's him. I am not afraid of him 1 on 1 but I don't stand a chance with him and his gang. Two of his goons came up behind me as I walked to your locker John. They pushed me into the bathroom where Dean and the other guy were waiting. They held me down and took my clothes. They wanted blowjobs to get my clothes back. I bit the tip of Dean's dick when he tried to push it in my mouth. He screamed. Then, with two holding me, he hit me. Then they marked me up and threw my clothes out the window. I should have let his dick in and then bit him good." John laughed. "Sorry you got hurt but I would have paid my allowance for a month to see him get bit." Carl took a quick shower and got dressed. I gave him an old shirt that was getting to small on me. As he left, Carl grabbed John and gave him a huge hug. Then he turned to me gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I love you guys. You are always there for me. I will find a way to repay your friendship some day." He turned and ran down the street. John looked at me and the two of us shook our heads. After dinner I watched for Tom's school van to drive by my house then I ran up the street to catch Tom before he went inside his place. I told him what happened to Carl. Tom knew Dean. He said it was time for that asshole to learn some respect for people, even those people that are different. He told me Dean used to harass him when he would go to the delicatessen for his mom a couple of years ago. Friday at school things were quiet. Carl rode the bus with us to and from school. On the way home, we talked about going to Tom's home game under the lights in the evening. Carl said his mom would drive us to the game. When Tom came out of the locker room with some of his teammates, he shook our hands and introduced us to the guys who were with him. "Carl, I told these guys about Dean. They know him and think he has always been a bully. Glad you nipped him. Someone will find a way to get even for all those he has hurt." Tom's dad gave us a ride home. Tom sat up front with his dad. Carl sat between John and me in the backseat. After we thanked Tom's dad, Carl said it was a great night and headed down the street. John and I walked towards my house. As we were saying good night John said, "Did Carl rub your crotch the way he rubbed mine." I just nodded. Monday morning the entire school was talking about Dean. He was found naked and tied outside the school as the Homecoming Dance let out. He had a lot of graffiti all over his body. On his forehead was the word `BULLY'. To top it off he had a cucumber in a condom stuck in his mouth. It appeared the cucumber was used as a plunger to push a lot of cum through a hole in the end of the condom. Cum residue was all around the cucumber inside the condom. Dean was not in school and his buddies were very meek.