Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2022 10:10:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part Three (Young Friends) Up to now Danny had been circling my life and in the second year of school bulldozing into it. The third year of secondary school was where he really began to impact it. It was a time of change for me, physically and mentally. I turned fourteen on the 19th September. That's when things really began to happen. I was lying in bed trying to sleep and my dick was rock hard. I decided to try wanking it, to see if anything happened. It was dry rubbing it but my body was wracked with the most intense feeling. I had an orgasm! Not only that though, but as I'd been wanking I thought about dicks. About Danny's big one and the great unknown of Gaz's dick. All this really only solidified something I'd started to realise. I was gay. Well let me rephrase that, if I wasn't gay and it was just a phase well it was a really intense one! I knew from our personal and social education lessons that hormones could confuse some teenagers with their sexuality but at this moment I wasn't confused. I was certain I liked boys and I was certain the boy I liked was Gaz. I loved everything about him. His smile, his gentle warm personality. The way he'd do anything to look after his friends. I loved his beautiful longish auburn hair. It wasn't bright ginger like some people, no it was the lovely colour that's like the last days of the sun you get on a summer evening. I loved to think about him naked. He had a lovely body from what I'd seen. All the sports he did kept him lithe and athletic. I wished I could see the whole of him though! I'd always try and catch a peek as he got changed but he kept himself firmly hidden behind a towel. He was such a kind generous boy as well, the sort of boy you wanted in your life. I knew nothing could happen between us, after all what were the chances he was into boys too? Very low and even if he was, why would he like me? Aside from physical changes, there was one really big change for me turning fourteen. My Mum finally allowed me to go to sleepovers. Basically the things friends of mine had been doing for years! But thankfully the shackles were off. So very quickly I'd arranged to go around to Gaz's the Saturday after my birthday and my excitement levels were palpable. Saturday morning I showered and spent ages doing my hair. I wanted to look the best I could. Not because I expected anything to happen but I wanted Gaz's parents to think I was a polite well turned out teenage boy! My heart was pumping as I almost sprinted over to Gaz's house. He opened the door with a beaming smile and introduced me to his parents. It was crazy really. We'd been best friends for three years and because of my Mum's weird overprotectiveness I'd not met his parents properly. Not unless you count at Gaz's birthday trip to the cinema the year before but that didn't count in my book. They seemed nice enough and I hoped I made a good impression. His brother was out so we had the run of the house. Gaz gave me a quick tour, it was a nice house but no surprises for a family that size. Four bedrooms, one of which was a sort of TV room for the boys/dumping room! Gaz had a nice sized bedroom and because his parents had an en suite bathroom the family bathroom was just for him and his brother. His Dad had a small study downstairs and then there was the usual big kitchen and lounge. It was nice just being able to hang out together. We watched some TV and then played games in his room. As always Gaz was such a joy to be around. He always made me laugh but beneath all that was also a gentle caring boy who would do anyone for his friends. I guess I idolised him as well as being in love with him. At times I couldn't believe he was friends with me. I was quiet and one of those boys that's eager to please. Gaz never took advantage of that. He never insisted we did what he wanted to do, he always made it feel like any decisions we made were joint ones. "Thanks for having me over, it means a lot," I said to him after we finished our game of monopoly. He smiled at me, "You're my best mate! I've wanted to have you stay for ages. Like since I met you! I love spending time with you even if sometimes you're amusingly innocent! Remember that first week at school where you thought there was something wrong with Danny because he had a big dick?" I blushed at the memory, "It's not my fault! I'd never seen one that big before! I still haven't." "Well you haven't seen mine for a while," Gaz said with a giggle. "I'd be happy to judge if you're bigger than Danny if you want to show me!" I replied. I also giggled as I said it but only to cover that it was true. I did want to see it. I always wanted to see it! Gaz laughed out loud at that, "Tom, you say the funniest things sometimes! Nice try but no, I'm not showing you. I know you just want to find out if I've got ginger pubes and that's a secret I'll take to the grave!" I can't lie. I was disappointed but I had to be careful. It was one thing joking around but I had to remember not to overplay my hand. I didn't want Gaz to think I was a pervert. Or even worse, that I was gay. Sometimes it felt like the two of us talked around our feelings. Like I guess teenagers do. I think we both made jokes to hide how we really felt. Well I say that, I only knew how I felt. As far I knew Gaz just thought of me as his best mate. We had a nice dinner with Gaz and his parents. I realised it was one of the first times I'd had a meal with two adults. As Mum never let me go round to peoples houses I'd sort of forgotten that most people had two parents. Gaz's Mum and Dad (Ruth and Trevor) were classic parents I guess. Ruth was all about being the mother hen of the family, clucking around making sure everyone was fine as more importantly well fed! Trevor made bad Dad jokes and sometimes rude innuendo ones when Ruth couldn't hear. I liked them and it was nice to spend time with them. Hopefully I'd have many more sleepover opportunities at Gaz's in the future! After dinner we went down to the video shop with Trevor and chose a film to watch together. Apparently this was a bit of a family tradition. They'd have Saturday night dinner, then Ruth would tidy up while Trevor and Gaz, and sometimes his brother as well, would walk to the video shop and choose a film. This was all new to me. It felt strange really, a family tradition where the boys did this with their Dad. Something I just didn't ever have the opportunity to do. So it was nice to feel included and giggle at Trevor's frankly inappropriate jokes. "Just a PG tonight boys, well nothing too saucy. Don't want you boys getting hardons in front of Mum, you might have her eye out!" "Dad!!!!" Gaz sounded scandalised but it made me smile. After we watched the movie together it was time for bed. I was actually a bit nervous. I'd neve had a sleepover before. I didn't know if there were societal rules that I might break. I did my teeth first and then while Gaz was in the bathroom doing his, Ruth bustled into Gaz's room and set up a sleeping bag and a pillow on the floor for me. Gaz then came back into his room wearing a long t-shirt that covered what I assume were his pants. Ruth kissed him goodnight much to his embarrassment. "Get ready for bed boys, and don't stay up too late or be too noisy. I don't want to have to send Dad in here to read you the riot act!" We promised we'd be quiet and she shut the door. Gaz got into his bed and I stood there still wearing my clothes. "Are you not getting undressed? You can do it in the bathroom if you're embarrassed!" Gaz said, looking at me. "Um, I usually just sleep naked at home," I said blushing. I hadn't actually thought all this through. I didn't have any clothes left to sleep in and I'd not brought spare pants with me. I guess I'd be a bit stinky if I slept in those but it wouldn't be too bad. Gaz laughed, "Well I don't mind but Mum might if she walks in and sees your morning wood poking out the sleeping bag! Hold on," he said as he threw his legs out of bed and went to his drawer. "You can wear these, they're clean!" He said with a smile throwing me a clean t-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts. I felt a bit embarrassed to have not thought about bringing clean clothes and a bit awkward about wearing Gaz's. However I guess it was polite to wear them so I picked them up as Gaz ran back into bed. I noticed him watching me and he smiled, "Hey I've seen you naked before, you can get changed in here if you like." "Um thanks," I said nervously. I was fairly sure Gaz hadn't seen me naked for well over two years and I certainly wasn't going to give him a full frontal. To my relief, he turned his head away to fiddle with something on his bedside table so he wasn't looking. I turned my back and quickly pulled my trousers and pants down before pulling his pair of boxers on. Then I took my shirt off and pulled his t-shirt on. I quickly got into the sleeping bag with an almost audible sigh of relief. Disaster averted. We talked shit for a while before Gaz yawned and said he was off to sleep. He turned the light off and we lay there in silence, the only sound being our breathing. "Thanks for letting me stay, I've had the best day ever," I said pretty much meaning every word. It had been great and I was looking forward to many more. "Me too! You're my best friend, I've never felt like this about anyone," Gaz said to me softly, almost so quiet that I couldn't hear him. Did he mean what I thought he did? My heart leapt for a moment before I realised I was getting carried away. Of course he didn't mean that. He wasn't a fucked up gay teen who had fallen in love with his best friend. No, that was me, I was the one like that, not him. "Thanks for being my friend, I really like you too," I said in reply before there was an uncomfortable silence. I broke it by saying how tough I was finding Danny at the moment. At the mention of that Gaz had an outburst about the latest things Danny had done to him. He ended with a sentence that really struck a chord with me. "I hate him, he's so horrible to me, to all of us, he makes my life a misery and I wish it would stop!"" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. I knew how he felt but it really hurt me deeply to know the boy I loved was feeling that bad about things. I wanted it to stop and I wanted Gaz to be happy. "I know, I feel the same, it's affecting our lives! Don't worry, I'll fix this!" I said, trying to be positive. "How?! It's impossible!" "Gaz, you're really important to me. I've got your back. I've always got your back. Don't worry, I'll think of something." We both went quiet and I guess we were left alone with our thoughts. How could I fix this? Gaz was right, nobody could. But I didn't like to think of him upset so I started to come up with a plan. Which is why a few days later I was standing outside Danny Parker's front door knocking on it. I knew appealing to his better nature was pointless but I had a different plan in mind.