Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2022 10:10:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part Four (Young Friends) The front door opened and Peter stood there looking very surprised. "Tom isn't it?! What are you doing here? Danny isn't back yet." "I know, he's at rugby practice. I actually wanted to come and talk to you." "Intriguing, well come in! Do you want a coke?" I said yes and followed Peter inside. Danny had a much nicer house than I did but then again he was a complete arsehole so I guess that balanced things out. Peter got me a glass of coke then we sat down and made a bit of small talk. Peter asked me about school and took a real interest in how I was getting on, nodding approvingly as I told him my grades. "I just wish Danny took his schoolwork as seriously as you do Tom!" he said. I really warmed to him, he was charming, he listened, he was everything I'd want in a Dad. How had things gone so wrong and he'd ended up with a bully like Danny?! "So, I assume you aren't just here to chat about school Tom? What was it you wanted to talk about? It must be hard growing up without a male role model around?" This threw me slightly, I was here to talk about Danny not me. He saw my look of surprise, "Danny told me you just lived with your Mum. He knows what it's like to not have a parent around. It's difficult for everyone. I have to play the roles of Mum and Dad for Danny. It's extra difficult for your Mum trying to talk to a teenage boy about puberty and all that sort of thing." I blushed with teenage awkwardness and stammered a reply, "Well um, she doesn't get involved in that sort of thing, it;'s been left for me to figure it out on my own. "You have my sympathies Tom! It's difficult enough being a teenage boy without having to figure everything out yourself. I know it's a bit strange for me to say this having only met you twice but I'm here for you if you ever need to discuss "Boy things". Having to raise Danny on my own has given me a desire to help other single parent families as best as I can. I know Danny can be a bit of a handful at times and I worry I've not been the best parent I can be." "I'm sure you've done a great job with him, you're really nice and great to talk to you. Any issues I might have with Danny aren't because of you!" I wanted to let Peter know that Danny was responsible for bullying me, not Peter. After all Peter was a nice loving parent, it just showed that Danny might just be a bad egg. Or as Gaz said, losing his Mum and the anger that brings caused the bullying. It certainly didn't justify it though and I wanted it to stop. "Ah so there is a problem with Danny, that's why you are here. We'll speak truthfully Tom. Please don't hold back, it's important to be honest if you have a problem. Teenagers are notorious for bottling everything up, never be embarrassed to talk about your feelings and your problems." "Thanks," I replied, "So...the thing is Danny is a bit of a bully. It started last year and it's just getting worse and worse. It was verbal at first but now it's constant punching and kicking of me, Gaz and our friends.It's Danny and all his friends who seem to be under his power." "Danny is bullying Gaz?! His Dad didn't mention it," Peter said in surprise. "He doesn't know. Gaz thinks no good ever came of telling an adult about bullying, that it would make it worse. I said I'd try and fix it as we're both so miserable but he doesn't know I've come to talk to you. I'd just like you to make the bullying stop." Peter ran his hands through his hair then put them together, resting his chin on them with a pensive expression on his face. "Hmm, I sort of know what Gaz means. First off, I'm clearly very unhappy to hear what Danny has been doing. However if I step in I fear it will make things worse. Yes I can control Danny at home but I can't be there at school or all the time. Even if Danny personally stops, his friends could continue with his approval. It would be really hard for me to prevent that." "So there isn't anything you can do?" I asked in disappointment. "I didn't say that Tom! I believe I have a solution. It asks a lot of you though so please do say no if you don't like what i propose." "OK," I said, wondering what the solution was going to be. I didn't like the idea of a lot being asked of me! "So Danny isn't taking school work seriously enough, Peter said, beginning to outline his proposed solution." He's rushing his homework and I know the teachers are concerned. I had been considering getting a tutor for him, I've easily got the money to pay for one but I'll be honest I'm not sure that's what he needs. Ideally he needs someone to sit with him and do his homework, someone who understands it and someone who has to do similar work themselves. So I'd like you to help Danny with his homework, once a week maybe and I'll slip you some money as thanks as well. Also I'm happy for you to come over and chat to me when Danny isn't here. As I said , I want to help you anyway I can." Fuck. Help Danny with his homework?! What sort of solution was that? However I wanted to be polite and wanted more information. "How would that stop him bullying me and Gaz? Surely the same situation as you said before would arise where he would just see this as you intervening and wouldn't stop his friends bullying us?" "Very perceptive of you Tom! No, I am not going to arrange this, you are. You are going to offer to help Danny with his homework in return for him stopping bullying you and Gaz." "How?" I still didn't see how the whole plan came together. "So when Danny comes home from rugby practice I'm going to read him the riot act, and say that the teachers are complaining he isn't doing his homework. I'll say I'll ground him and ban him from playing rugby, and I'll take his computer off him as well. I'll tell I'm going to get him a private tutor to spend Saturdays with him helping him with his homework. He'll hate that and refuse, then I'll say unless he can come up with another solution then I'll pull the trigger on it next week." "So where do I come into this? Danny is hardly going to approach me and ask for help is he?" "Yes, that would seem highly unlikely. So tomorrow I have to go to a meeting so won't be here when Danny gets home from school. Knock on the door, when he answers it, ask him to stop bullying you and your friends and say you'll do anything to make it stop. He'll then ask you to help him with homework and it'll be sorted. He'll tell me and I'll be happy about it. Problem solved!" I wasn't totally sure about this plan. It seemed to have a few too many moving parts and Danny would surely be a bit suspicious if I turned up the day after his Dad mentioned it? Then again who was I kidding, would Danny really think it was a set up? Unlikely. It was much more likely he'd just keep bullying me rather than making the deal. I guess I had to trust Peter knew his son better than I did! I didn't tell Gaz about my conversation with Peter and the proposed plan. I wasn't sure it would work and I wasn't sure he'd be happy about it. I didn't want to do anything that might cause him to think less of me. So I kept quiet about it and the next afternoon I tried to silence the nerves knotted in my stomach as I waited outside Danny''s front door. I knocked and there was no reply, so I waited a while and knocked again. I heard footsteps running down the stairs and the door opened. Danny stood there topless with slightly wet hair and a pair of very revealing jogging bottoms. I could basically see the outline of his dick head and straight away it put me on the back foot. "What the fuck do you want!?!" Danny asked, all six foot something of him towering above me. "I um...need to talk with you." "No you fucking don't! Fuck off out of here and be grateful I'm not punching your lights out for getting me out of the shower!" he started to shut the door as he said this but I put my foot forward to block it "No wait! Look, please stop bullying me and Gaz and our friends. I'll do anything you want!" He stopped shutting the door and opened it again, "Anything eh?" he asked with a thoughtful look on his face. "Yes, anything!" I said waiting for him to hopefully mention homework support "Great!" he said before he looked left and right to see if anyone else was around, he then smiled at me and said "I'll stop bullying you all if you suck this baby every day!" He pulled his jogging bottoms down a bit to show off his thick four inch dick. My face instantly went bright red and I felt very hot. This was not the plan! "No fucking way!" I said. He laughed, "You sure? The look on your face suggests otherwise, you definitely look like the thought of sucking my cock excites you! " I shook my head vehemently as he said that even though a very small part of me was attracted to the idea of it. "Very well, maybe you arent quite as gay as I thought you were. Well luckily for you my idiot Dad seems to think school is important and homework needs to be done. He wants me to have a tutor but I think a geeky swot like you might do a good job of doing my homework for me. So I'll stop bullying you all if you help me with my homework once a week." I smiled to myself, he'd fallen for it hook, line and sinker like Peter had said would happen. "Um, well I guess if it stops the bullying then I can't really say no. So I'll help you with your homework but I won't do it for you!" "We'll see. Fine. I'll chat to my Dad and see what he says. If he agrees then let's start next Wednesday. Do not tell anyone about this arrangement. If you do, the deal is off. You better keep your side of the bargain and I'll keep mine." He then shut the door and I was left wondering if I really wanted to do this. Danny was trouble, I knew that. I just hoped that away from his friends he might not be a complete arsehole like he was at school. I walked home thinking about our discussion. Mum was out so I ran straight up to my bedroom. I pulled my trousers and pants down and furiously wanked my dick as I thought about Danny's big soft dick. It was ridiculous. I almost felt like asking Gaz if I could see his dick just so I could have that image burned in my retina rather than Danny's! After all Gaz was who I wanted but I couldn't tell him how I felt. I certainly couldn't tell him I sometimes wanked off thinking about the big dick of the boy who made our life hell. As I continued to wank I felt my orgasm approaching and kept the rhythmical movement of my hand going.. To my complete surprise and amazement as I orgasmed I shot a little bit of cum out the end of my dick. I'd finally graduated into proper wet cums rather than the dry ones I'd been having! I instantly felt guilty and a bit dirty for having had my first one thinking about Danny's dick though. Still, it was worth it. As for having to help Danny with his homework, I just hoped he wouldn't be as sexually aggressive as he was earlier. If I was shut in a room with him and he showed me his dick again would I be able to resist him? Or if he really pushed himself on me could I stop him? Did I even want to? Yes. Gaz was the one I wanted. I'd just keep the image of the sweet lovely boy I loved in my mind, that would help shield me from any of my hormonal teenage desires.