Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2022 11:09:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part Two (Young Friends) I didn't have much to do with Danny that first year at school. I settled into my new life and made some good friends. Gaz quickly became a close friend and I think he felt he had to take me under his wing and look after me. He still found it hilarious how innocent and naive I'd been that first week at school. However there was no malice there and we got on really well. Our friendship deepened over that first year until we were best friends. We were in the same classes and we were in the top sets of all the subjects. Like me Gaz was intelligent and liked learning. Danny really started to enter my life in the second year. He had a few friends who hung out with him and liked to pick on anyone they could. They started to take the piss out of me, Gaz and are other friends. "The A team" they'd call us because we were always getting good grades. If it was meant to be an insult it wasn't a very good one. It didn't hurt at all being taunted for doing well! What did hurt though was the first time he kicked me really hard when I walked past him in the corridor. It was out of the blue and I got a really big bruise. Gaz was really pissed off and had a go at Danny when he saw him. That didn't help as Danny started making out that me and Gaz were boyfriends which made things worse. Things slowly escalated over the next few months and by the summer term of my second year at the school I began to dread going to school. The name calling, the punches, the kicking, but really what was worse was the psychological impact. Danny didn't hit or kick me that much but I tensed every time I saw him. It didn't help that I was barely five foot tall and Danny was probably at least six foot as well as being pretty well built. If he wanted to he could probably have squashed me like a fly. I didn't know much about Danny or his life. I just knew he was a bully, I didn't stop to think about why that might be. In reality I didn't care. I just knew he made my life, and to a lesser extent Gaz and our friends, a misery. It was a Saturday and almost the end of the school year when I learned a little bit more. Me and Gaz were in town just hanging out when i heard him mutter, "Shit, there's Danny and his Dad" Instantly my heart rate tripled and I felt the familiar feeling of dread. "Gaz!" I heard an adult say pretty much as soon as Gaz had mentioned Danny and his Dad. I turned to see a very tall smiling man with Danny next to him looking annoyed as usual. He glowered at us both as his Dad started talking to us. "It's been so long since you came over Gaz. I know secondary school is when you make new friends but don't forget your old friends like Danny, there's history between the two of you that means a lot. Now talking of new friends, who's this here with you? With his blond hair and blue eyes he almost looks like an angel!" I realised he was referring to me and blushed slightly. While I liked my eyes and hair and the way I looked in general I was conscious that I could look younger than I was. At first glance with my long hair I guess you could maybe mistake me for a girl. Danny liked to call me gay boy and I'm sure that was partly due to my hair length. It reminded me I should get my hair cut short but Mum hated the idea and kept refusing to allow it. "Um hello sir, I'm Tom," I said awkwardly. I dunno why I called him sir, I guess I didn't know what to call an adult whose name I didn't know. He laughed, "Sir! So very polite and respectful Tom! You can call me Peter. I'm surprised Danny hasn't mentioned you!" As he said this he seemed to give Danny a sharp look which seemed a bit weird to me. Why would Danny mention me? He's hardly likely to mention the boy he bullies! "We're in different classes to Danny so we don't see much of him," Gaz said, interjecting to my relief as I wasn't sure what to say. That seemed to placate Peter and he talked a bit more before saying it was nice to meet us and that we should both come over and hang out with Danny at some point. Then he left with Danny in tow, Danny hadn't said a word the whole time we were talking. I breathed a sigh of relief when they'd gone, "Phew, nice to not have Danny hit me for once! Peter seems really nice, no idea why Danny is such an arse!" Gaz nodded, "Yeah, Peter's cool. Well he was always nice to me when I went over and was always getting takeaways and stuff which was great. We used to do stuff together, my family and his. He went to school with my Dad and they're really good mates. Danny's Mum died years ago so it's just the two of them. I guess that's where he gets his anger from. I suppose if your mum dies it gives you a green light to bully others that you're jealous of." "My Dad's dead and I don't bully people!" I said indignantly. "Sorry Tom, I know. I didn't mean to justify Danny's behaviour. Just trying to work out why. Anyway you've got an ace Mum. My parents are crazy!" This was a bit of a lie. Gaz had met my mum a few times but she was still reluctant to give me too much freedom. We'd reached an agreement that when I turned fourteen in September I could have more freedom and start having sleepovers at friend's houses. I know Gaz and my friends thought my mum was completely overprotective and they'd be right. As for Gaz's parents being crazy, from when I'd met them when I'd been over at his house for dinner they seemed like normal nice people. His Dad John was an ex policeman now private investigator which sounded exotic but he assured me the reality was boring. Lots of sitting in cars taking photos of people. His Mum taught at a local school but thankfully not ours. Like most of my friends Gaz had a normal family life. Me and Danny being single parent families were definitely in a minority. Meeting Danny had shook me up a bit so I suggested we walk to the park and get out of the town centre. I didn't expect Danny to come back but I didn't want to risk it. So we walked through the streets past the shops until we hit the park. We wandered past the tennis courts and were just walking past the public toilets when I heard someone shout. "Hey Tom and Gaz with his ginger pubes!" I turned to see our friend Dean coming out of the toilets. "Fuck off I do not have ginger pubes!" Gaz said looking annoyed. "That's because you don't have any pubes! You have ginger hair. Ergo if you had pubes they'd be ginger. if you don't have any ginger pubes it's because you're still hairless like a little boy! What about you Tom? Got any blonde pubes yet or are you hairless like a little boy?" "That's private!" I said blushing. The truth was I was hairless and hadn't started puberty yet. However I was now at that age as was Gaz where after puberty being something far away and scary it was now getting close and something I knew we both wanted to start. "I'll take that as a no!" Dean said triumphantly as if he'd won some fucking prize or something. "Why are you so fucking obsessed with pubes today?" Gaz asked in exasperation. Dean looked around conspiratorially even though there wasn't anyone within a 100 metre radius of us! "I've got some!" he said proudly. "Want me to show you!?" he asked. "Not really as we're not gay perverts." "Oh come on Gaz, don't be a spoilsport, it'll be quick!" he pleaded. For some reason Gaz shrugged and said we would let him show us just to shut him up. We followed him into the toilet where Dean pulled his shorts down to show a few wispy hairs. For some reason I felt a stirring in my own shorts which confused me. "My dick is growing but it looks a bit deformed!" Dean pulled his shorts down further. He was right it was growing but not necessarily all of it at the same time so it looked slightly twisted. "Alright, put it away! Anyway, why are you hanging out in public toilets? Hoping some perve might come and bum you?" Gaz asked with a giggle "Ha ha very funny mate! I needed a piss, but you know, if you want to suck it go ahead. Oh I forgot, you're saving yourself for someone else!" Gaz blushed bright red at that and stormed out the toilets. "What was all that about?" I asked Dean in confusion. He shook his head, "Dunno I was only joking but I think I hit a nerve. Ask him and maybe he'll tell you? Usually he gives as good as he takes so not sure why he's run off, we better go and find him." We went outside but Gaz was nowhere to be seen. Dean looked really guilty, "he's probably gone home, I better go and apologise." I was still confused why Gaz reacted like he did but I hoped he was alright. I walked with Dean to Gaz's house. He came to the door saying he had to do his homework so couldn't come out. Dean apologised and Gaz laughed it all off and said he'd been tired and hormonal which had led to him massively overreacting. In bed that night I stroked the hairless area above my dick hoping for some hairs to be there but still nothing. As I thought of Dean's dick my own started to harden. I then thought how much bigger Danny's was. I hadn't seen it since the first year but it might be even bigger now, I wondered if Gaz really was hairless and looked the same as me? We now pretty much always got changed behind towels at swimming and never showered naked so I guess I'd never find out...