Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2010 13:10:45 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: The Good Deal Brian approached the building where he spent the day fearing leaving each day. He'd have to sneak into the house so his mother wouldn't see the torn shirt or jacket, let alone sometimes pants. They were smart enough not to bruise or wound his face. That way nobody had evidence against them. His friends automatically moved away less they get hurt themselves, none wanting to spend the day hiding whatever telltale clothing damage might occur. It was self preservation. Brian understood. The name calling began as usual. Hot day's always seemed to promote extra scrutiny and abuse. Then the sound nobody expected was heard. "Leave him alone, he's ok" the deep voice came from Max, the presumed leader. He had been scaring kids since grade school and often ignoring warnings to leave black eyes, bruised cheeks and worse as evidence of his mastering the skills of a school yard bully. "It's the kid" someone said as if Max had lost his mind. Brian looked towards Max. He didn't look back rather tossed the half smoked butt from his mouth and stamped on it. "I said he's ok, everyone with him too" Max said in a louder if not deeper voice. There were murmurs, but nobody called him a name, nobody reached to grab his shirt and pull him into the center of promising abuse and nobody bothered him further. Brian walked by the group knowing better then to say anything. His friends stared at first then gathered next to him again asking "what's going on?" over and over. Brian didn't answer. "Boy you gotta fight back" His Dad said that evening of his freshman year. Brian stood next to the man's chair. His ripped jacket lay on the man's lap. His mother stood nearby but sighed and left when she heard the advice. "Honey face it, a man has to fight back" he called after her. Her voice was saying something. Brian couldn't figure it out. "Look son, I know he's bigger and older, but if you stand up to him, he'll back off, I guarantee" the man said launching into a "when I was your age" type story. Brian left the room knowing when he followed his advice; he'd end up with the kind of injury he got in grade school. Nobody could stop Max then and nobody could stop Max now. "Honey, I know what your father said, but you have to find a way to reason with this kid. Make him understand that it's wrong to push you around." Brian's mother meant well. "Kid, find something about him that nobody knows and tell everyone. Sure he'll beat the shit out of you but only once after he knows you have a way to get to him" Carl offered his input via phone. Big brothers don't really help unless they can walk onto the same playground. That's what made Max stop messing with him in grade school. The appearance of a tall, angry teenager wearing a football letter jacket scattered Max and his friends that day. Brian still wished those days were here. But Carl was thousands of miles away wearing camouflage uniform and making their mother cry worrying about him. "Love you kid, see ya when I get back" Carl made a motion of tossing Brian's hair. He hated when Carl did that and now he missed it everyday. "Or you could bargain with him" Carl added. "Find something he wants and make a deal, these guys here love to wheel and deal everywhere you go. So maybe you can with this kid. Or just threaten him about when I get back." "Thanks Carl, but I can't keep asking you to fight my battles" Brian said it mainly because he knew Carl would want him to. Nothing would be nicer to have Carl nearby for many reasons. "Hey" Brian smiled "You got it, make a deal....thanks" Carl looked confused then remembered his own words, smiling at himself but while staring into the computer camera. So Brian finally answered one of his friends that day. "We just had an agreement" Brian finally answered one of his friends. "You gotta pay him?" the kid asked. "Not exactly, I uh tutor him" Brian lied, but he liked the answer. The idea came to Brian while he was laying in the darkness feeling his very hard erection as usual. His fingers slid up and down the hard stalk using the copious precum as lubricant. He tasted it as usual, loving the sweetness. His body was churned up as if it knew the time to gain sudden strength, drive and sensation. His skin tingled like thousands of needles simultaneously titillated him nearly making Brian jump up off the imagined bed of needle points. "God" he whispered in the darkness as his mind began the flying carpet journey through the forest of everything that turned him on. The hot assistant coach in gym class with his unexplainable very dark and hair thighs thrusting form his skin tight shorts to the hordes of sweaty half naked classmates that shared cal esthetics and jogging chores with him. The smiling man with the bright green eyes at the bowling alley that seemed to stare into Brian's eyes when he rented shoes. The thick issues of Playboy he thumbed through in his father's den. The first time his mother saw him and Brian's Dad whispered "leave the boy alone, it's natural to be curious". Brian continued to look at page after page enjoying the hot classy men some in tuxedos and others shirtless some in Speedos and others in towels..All posing beside naked women. The Video on the TV and Computer offered their hot men and boys too. Brian savored each one, their faces, eyes, shoulders, buttocks, legs and voices. He usually exploded much sooner then he wanted because the images would fade into reality leaving him wanting. Some nights he was able to concentrate and take the journey once again but not always. "Honey are you ok?" his mother would ask while knocking and opening his bedroom door. Brian would scramble to cover his nudity. He'd hear his father talking to her afterwards but hoped they weren't talking about what she saw or thought she saw him doing. "Hey Max" he said after taking a deep breath. "What the fuck do you want punk?" The boy asked looking around to see if Brian brought a brother or parent with him. "I gotta make a deal with you, interested?" Brian looked right into Max's eyes. His father had taught Carl and him long ago how to make deals. "You gotta look them right into the face, don't blink, don't look away, be confident" "Fuck you what kind of deal?" Max said. It was late that night that Brian walked through the alley. He didn't want anyone to see him sneaking home. With any luck his parents wouldn't hear him going into the basement door. He had done it before when staying out past his curfew. There stood Max by a backdoor. He was smoking as usual. Another silhouette stood nearby smoking as well. That wasn't a surprise but seeing the other form's hand on Max's pants was. Brian moved into the shadows and watched the person fumble on Max's pants then make motion as if he was masturbating the older boy. He watched as Max dropped his cigarette and leaned back against the wall. A nearby neon sign illuminated his face in colors. Brian looked towards it and saw "Adults Only" flickering over the door to the alley. "Shit" he heard Max voice and saw the man toss his hand a few times. Brian was startled but excited. His jeans bulged with his own erection. Using the darkness he turned to walk the other way, avoiding Max the other person and anyone else who might be nearby. He looked back to see Max stuffing something in his pocket. The other person wasn't there anymore and Max then moved to the door with the neon sign disappearing inside. Brian had been successful creeping into the house and into his bed without detection. His erection still begged for attention and Brian was intent on doing just that. The image of Max appeared instead of the other images his mind usually conjured. He saw Max half naked in the park from last summer playing baseball. It surprised him as Brian hadn't thought about that till now. Then there was Max wearing a wife-beater shirt leaning against the bowling alley wall as Brian had walked by. He reached the first climax as images of Max lifting weights in back of the school played like a slow motion video. Brian panted near exhaustion. His hand still gripped his softening and now sloppy with cum penis. He wanted more. Reaching under his body, Brian did one of the things that he sometimes did to excite himself. It didn't take long as his penis became rigid and his hand used the spilled sperm to slide up and down once again. There was Max in front of him. He was naked with the usual cigarette in his mouth. Brian's anus tingled as he watched Max's fat cock expanding into the imagined size Brian hoped for. Seeing Max naked or even his cock for that matter wasn't unusual. They had overlapping gym classes and Brian had dared to stare. It was odd because when Max caught him he didn't call out or slug him. Instead the older boy smiled at him weirdly and winked. He came too soon that night and lay there not able to induce sleep at all. It wasn't the fact that he was gay, Brian had realized that a couple of years ago. But seeing Max and whoever it was jacking him off and presumably paying him to do it. That was odd. Brian's cock had remained hard. He played but didn't jack himself a third time, instead falling asleep with a grip on his boner. "Ok what's the deal?" Max said after Brian followed him into the room where only a mattress, a set of weights and a cardboard box with soothing over the edge identified itself as Max's bedroom. "I uh saw you the other night behind the sex store" Brian blurted out. Max looked dumbfounded. "Fuck you - you saw nuttin" he said stepping forward "Understand?" "No I saw everything but I'm not telling anyone" Brian said. "No you're not" Max said then paused "I suppose that's the deal. You don't talk, I leave you alone" he said It was too easy thought Brian. He could stop then and there it would be over. But instead he continued. The school bell sounded. Brian grabbed his books quickly to make the daily getaway. His friends were used to him disappearing quickly so as to avoid Max's end of day attacks. Sometimes he was successful and other days he wasn't. So they didn't see which way he went. Dashing out the backdoor, Brian jogged across the football field and through the student parking lot. He got in the old blue ford and lay on the backseat, hoping nobody saw him. Eventually he heard voices, car motors and rocks and sand being tossed as anxious students left. "You there?" the voice was Max's and the door closed. "Yea" Brian said in a loud whisper. "Stay down" Max instructed and cursed some joke out the window as he drove away. "Ok kid" Max said "I got a huge one waiting for you" Brian would soon be naked, kneeling and tasting the cock he had bargained for. It was a simple deal and Max was more then willing. "OK fag we're here" Max laughed "Yea fag we are" Brian added. "You're the faggot. Who's the one sucking cock, you or me?" Max began to strip as they walked. "I don't know all that went on in the back of that store" Brian said "but this time, I want you to fuck me" Brian said as he stripped. Max, already naked and aiming his hard cock like a gun. "Think you can take it?" he asked not flinching at his doing "fag stuff" himself. "Show me" Brian said, his body already tingling for the next step in the good deal he had made. He lay on the bed facing up at the face and body of the guy who used to push him around, yank his shirt, make him slap himself or even punch him in the face. The thick cock hurt like hell as it forced Brian's sphincter to stretch. Brian had been using whatever he could to stretch it just so it wouldn't hurt that much. But he couldn't cry out, he couldn't push Max away and in fact he wanted the pain. "You ok kid?" Max face looked suddenly concerned. It was a side of the older boy he had discovered usually just after each climax spilling sperm out of Brian's mouth. The moment wouldn't last and Max would be back acting tough again. "Yea fuck me man fuck me hard as you can" Brian ordered and Max smiled almost evilly. He closed his eyes and began to flex his hips jamming his thick cock into Brian's ass. "Shit kid gonna cum" Max lamented his face grimacing with each stream he released deep inside the willing boy. "Shit keep fucking and jack me" Brian ordered. He hadn't thought about it, the words just came out of him. Max was nearly frantic as he kept fucking and his hand was reaching for the pain softened cock that Brian had to offer. Brian concentrated closing his own eyes thinking of all the images of men and boys as well as Max's figure. He saw the smoking boy leaning against the wall, beckoning Brian over to where he stood waiting to victimize the kid. Brian felt the thick hand on his now hardened cock the cock inside him feeling hard again too based on the new flesh stretching pain he felt. The orgasm didn't come easy or quick for either of them. Grunting, cursing and fidgeting they sought release and pleasure. Brian didn't know what Max was thinking about. His own images weren't the usual naked or hot men. Flashes of memory of being beaten, shoved, depants and bullied seemed to dominate his brain. When he did cum, his body closed around the thick flesh invading pole that was still pistoning his insides. He gasped and heard Max curse loudly. And then he lay there, feeling the large, sweaty body collapsed on top of him. At first it felt ok. The warmth of the weighty flesh and bones was nice, comfortable and welcomed. "Fuck you gotta go" Max groaned as he began to move. It was then Brian realized they were both uncomfortable in their positions. "Maxi million where are you?" the voice was loud and bassy even more then Max's voice. Brian was pulling on his shorts and shirt as the door opened. "Oh good you're home. I've got some things for you to do. Is this the kid that's tutoring you?" the man was huge. Brian assumed he was Max's father. "Yes Sir" Max usually the bossy one was suddenly polite "We're uh through" he added a "sir" which startled Brian. "Good, Thanks kid" the man said as Brian left the room. As Brian looked back he saw the man begin to take his shirt off. He didn't want to think about what kind of "things" the man had for Max to do. But whatever they were, Brian would make it up to Max. They had a good deal and he would do his part.