Date: Sat, 6 May 2023 06:25:53 -0700 From: Juxepe Albi Subject: Seeing Sparks - Chapter 2 - Two for the Price of One Chapter 2 - Two for the Price of One Starting that very moment, I determined to smite Mr. Akers, also----every time Butch and his friends bullied us. Then, Sal and I began to notice that Mr. Akers seemed to be around whenever Butch and his friends were. We wondered if he had been a party to it every time we had suffered a thumping before; but he certainly hadn't been on our bus. The next day, I saw Butch confronting a younger boy who was also considered a geek; then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Akers, watching from a distance. Perhaps the little headache that I had caused was not enough. When Butch actually struck the boy in the stomach, with Principal Akers' looking on and smirking in delight, I did not get the same flash of hate----I was infuriated; and I almost passed out cold. "Karl! How did you do that?" Sal asked quietly. Somehow, I had caused Butch and his uncle to bump heads, hard; and they were both lying in the hall some twenty feet away from us. Students, all of whom had witnessed their collision, were gathering around; and I noticed a rather pleased, even smiling, look on the faces of more than a few of them. So! Sal and I, and the younger boy, whose name was Gerald Greer, weren't the only ones with a grudge against those two. Both Butch and Principal Akers were out cold, and had to be taken to the hospital in ambulances. Students witnessing the "accident" reported that the principal and Butch had been running toward each other and had collided head-on. As improbable as it sounded, all eleven witnesses had the same story; only Sal and I knew differently. Two days later, I found my locker standing open. Someone had put a small brown bag at the back on the floor of the locker. It was in the shadows, but I saw it, put it in my backpack, and forgot about it. That afternoon, Sal and I were preparing to play on my Xbox; and I remembered the little brown bag. "My locker door was open this morning; and I found this on the floor in the shadows," I told my friend. "What is it?" he asked, as I took a DVD with a plain brown cover out. "I have no idea," I replied, inserting the disc into the Xbox. "Wow!" Sal cried, when a raunchy porno flick started playing on my monitor. "Who could have put this in my locker?" I wondered aloud. "I don't know, but it's really hot!" Sal remarked. I noticed that his pants were swollen; and it looked like he had a grapefruit zipped up in them. I was hard instantly. Sal got up and went to the bathroom, but he did not close the door. Turn around and show it to me, I thought, and nearly fainted when he did just that. "Cripes, Sal! That's huge!" I said. "Show me yours!" he ordered. I unfastened my pants and exposed my steel-hard wiener. "Yours is the same size!" he observed. "Come here." I walked into the bathroom, and Sal grasped my stick firmly. "I've been wanting to do this with you since we were eight years old," he gasped. "Me, too," I confessed, grabbing him in the same way. We goose-walked to the bed, still holding onto each other. When we reached it, Sal lay with his head toward my feet----I did the same; and in no time we were sixty-nining with great gusto. "I hope you won't feel bad about this later," I ventured. "I will never feel bad about this. I told you; I have wanted o do this with you since we were eight. We have wasted so much time," he lamented. "We haven't wasted any time, Sal. We had fun doing whatever we were doing. Now, we can have even more fun, huh?" I argued. "Yeah, you're right," he said, quickly kissing me on the lips. I kissed back. Please consider supporting Nifty with your donation to https://donate.nifty.org/ Funds used to continue these free stories