Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 14:32:00 +0000
From: Andrew Passey <andypassey69@gmail.com>
Subject: The Deal Part One (Young Friends)

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Jamie looked out of his bedroom window. The street lights were twinkling
in the cold January air. He glanced over the road towards Tom's house
wondering how things had ended up like this. Not for the first time he
had looked over there and thought about his situation. It was taking over
all his waking moments and making his life a misery. He woke up every
morning dreading going to school. Tom and his friends were making it a
living nightmare. He felt so alone, so distressed that at times he'd cry
himself to sleep. How had things gone so wrong between them?

Tom had been Jamie's best friend from when he started primary school to
pretty much when he finished it. They'd always got on well. Their
parents were best of friends and as they lived only a few doors away from
each other their lives become intertwined. They walked to and from school
together. They would hang out at each other's houses, even spend
Christmas together. That was all a distant memory of Jamie now though. He
didn't know how it happened but Tom had gone from his best friend to his
nemesis.

Jamie would sometimes wonder what he'd done but he was pretty sure it
wasn't him. It was all Tom's fault their relationship had changed. Once
they started secondary school it was ok. However over that first year and
into the second year, Tom was....different.. He fell in with what
Jamie's Mum would call "the wrong crowd". The bad boys of the school.
Not that Jamie's or even Tom's Mum knew. As far as they were concerned
the boys were still good friends, just too busy to spend time together.

The reality was different. Tom and his friends bullied Jamie mercilessly.
Somehow Tom had gone from being a nice boy who would do everything he
could to protect Jamie to the ringleader of a group of bullies. Jamie
bore the brunt of this bullying silently, there was an omertà after all.
He couldn't tell his parents, Tom's parents, or even a teacher. There
was one thing worse than being bullied. Being a snitch. So he took the
name calling and the sly punches when a teacher wasn't looking. He put
up with the trashing of his locker and the "accidental" knocking over
of his home economics cooking project. In the end it was the general
bullying that just wore him down till he felt broken. What he didn't
know and what he really wanted to know was why Tom had become like this?
Why had a friendship that had lasted from 5 years old to almost 12
suddenly gone sour and ended up completely toxic by the time they both
turned 14? That was the question that ran through his head as he looked
over at Tom's house.

Jamie sighed and flopped onto his bed, trying to take his mind off the
stress of the situation. Maybe he should read a book he thought. Then his
mind focused on what he really needed. He moved his hand down his body,
loosening his trouser button and then slipping it into his pants to wrap
it around his small soft dick. It hardened pretty quickly and his mind
soon wandered into fantasies that he had. They were fantasies that he
couldn't ever tell anyone. Ones that he could barely accept himself. He
closed his eyes as he slipped his other hand down to tug on his balls as
his other hand wanked his dick as fast as he could. With a grunt and a
tensing of his muscle he had a dry cum. He had hoped that this would be
the time he shot actual cum for the first time. But no, still dry for
now. At least there was no mess he thought. He wondered if Tom was doing
something similar in his room then stopped himself.

"Why am I thinking about that wanker," Jamie said out loud. Hoping if
he did that then he'd forget about him. Tom was ever present in his
thoughts. Not for the first time Jamie wondered if he was responsible for
what had happened. Maybe he was responsible for how things had changed
between them. Maybe Tom had guessed his secret? No. He'd been very
careful. It was more than likely that Tom had just changed on his own and
for the worse.

Jamie stripped off his clothes ready for bed and looked at himself in the
mirror. His blue eyes twinkled back at him, not quite hidden by his
floppy fringe of blond hair that fell artfully down his forehead. He
liked his eyes. He liked his hair. He also managed to convince himself he
liked his face. "Cute" was what the girls said but he sort of wished
they'd said "handsome" instead. Handsome was like a grown up, cute was
like a little boy. Which he sort of still was. He might have recently
started puberty but he'd barely grown, still coming in at just over five
foot. Slight. A clear late developer.

Unlike Tom. Tom was handsome, he'd had a growth spurt already and was
many inches taller than Jamie. Getting on for six foot tall. His Dad had
set up a home gym and Tom worked out here, giving his muscles definition.
It had been a long time since Jamie had seen Tom totally naked but he'd
seen his top half from a distance in the changing room after P.E.

"Stop thinking about him!" Jamie said aloud again. It was no use and
his mind flicked back to thoughts of Tom in the changing room. The flat
stomach that pretty much had a six pack without an ounce of fat on him.
The substantial amount of armpit hair suggested Tom was much further
along his physical development than Jamie was. Who was he kidding? He
knew that really. Of course Tom was further along in development than he
was. Jamie was still hairless everywhere. Tom was probably getting on for
six foot tall.

As for what was in Tom's pants? Well Jamie hadn't seen it for many
years but he knew in his heart of hearts it would probably be bigger than
his. Mind you from what he'd seen at swim class most boys were bigger
than him. Not that it mattered anyway. Tom seemed to hate Jamie with a
passion and take delight in making his life hell. The past was the past
and it seemed their friendship was irrecoverably broken.

When they were younger they'd done everything together. They'd been
closer than brothers. They were both only siblings which was a novelty
around the small commuter belt town they lived in. Jamie wished he had an
older brother to protect him and look up to. He knew he'd sort of
thought like that about Tom even if he was only a month or so older than
Jamie. Jamie sighed and decided to try and sleep. It was school tomorrow
although luckily it was Friday so it was almost the weekend. He hoped
that maybe things might be better than he expected. He had a few friends
but he wasn't exactly Mr Popular. It was no surprise that boys stayed
away from him. After all, they were probably worried that if they
befriended him they'd be a target for Tom and his gang as well. His best
friend now was Pete, a gingery red headed boy who got bullied due to the
colour of his hair. He and Jamie had become friends through shared
painful experiences and they tried to look out for each other,

The next day at school had started ok, but by lunchtime things had gone
very wrong. Jamie had gone for a piss in the upstairs toilets. They were
usually the quiet ones where he'd be safe. However Tom and one of his
friends Carl had cornered him in there and things were rapidly getting
out control.

"Here you go gay boy, have a drink of this," Carl said, flopping his
dick out of the fly of his trousers and pissing onto Jamie's shoes and
trousers.

"Fuck off!" Jamie shouted at him. He was struggling to break clear of
Tom who was behind him holding him tight so he couldn't move. Tom
slipped his hand over Jamie's mouth so he couldn't shout. Jamie's eyes
were drawn to that pissing dick. It was a fairly substantial size,
probably 3 inches so twice as big as Jamie's hairless one. As Jamie
struggled he thought he could feel Tom's dick pushed up against him too
which didn't help him keep his own dick in check. Luckily the
humiliation and sheer fear kept him from hardening.

"What do you think, Tom? Shall I get the gay boy to lick my dick clean?
Actually maybe he could give me proper BJ," Carl said as he finished
pissing on Jamie.

"He'd love that! But someone might come, we better get out of here,"
Tom said pushing Jamie on to the floor next to the urinals. He sat up and
Carl traced his still wet dick over Jamie's face and lips. He then
zipped it back up and headed out of there with Tom. Jamie was left alone
on the floor, smelling of piss and sobbing hard at what happened.

"You Ok?" A voice brought Jamie out of his misery. He looked up to see
a tall dark haired older boy standing over him. He reached down a hand
and pulled Jamie up.

"Fuck you look like shit and stink of piss. What happened?" The fifth
former said, unzipping his flies and having a piss in the urinal as Jamie
pulled himself together. He couldn't help but have a glance at the dick
which was huge to his eyes. He looked away and tried to explain himself
without getting upset again.

"Um, these boys that always bully me cornered me in here. Then er..one
of them pissed on me. They were going to make me lick it clean but
luckily they ran off and left me here stinking of
piss....um...yeah...fuck that's big" Jamie said unable to control
himself, pointing at the boy's dick. The boy finished pissing, shook it
and turned to look at Jamie as he zipped it away.

"Thanks! But it's not really, average for a 17 almost 18 year old
really. Although it's not really the done thing to point at another
boy's dick in the toilets! You like looking at dicks?" The boy asked
with a smile.

Jamie blushed bright red but nodded slightly.

The boy laughed again, "Well at least you're honest. I'll let you into
a secret....me too! Shame you're so young. Sorry where are my manners?
I'm Tim, nice to meet you." He said putting his hand out for Jamie to
shake. Jamie introduced himself and Tim shook his hand.

"So Jamie, no one deserves to be bullied. I suggest you go and tell a
teacher about what happened. I'm happy to come with you if you like?"
He offered to Jamie.

Jamie shook his head, "I can't. Only one thing worse than being bullied
is being a snitch. I'd be the butt of everyone's jokes, at least now
it's only a few bullies."

"I totally get that but if you don't tell someone then you're fucked,
no one can help. I don't mind keeping an eye on you around school but
I've never seen you before, I won't be everywhere and it sounds like
they're ramping things up. If you don't want to tell someone then I
guess there's only one other solution aside from just putting up with
it,"Tim said looking thoughtful.

"Oh, what's that!?" Jamie asked slightly excitedly.

"You have to cut a deal with the ringleader, If there is one. I was
small for my age when I joined this school and me and my mate Martin got
bullied by an older boy. We cut a deal with him, we'd help him do his
homework if he left us alone. It actually worked out fine and we all
became good friends. Remember, a bully is often acting the way they are
because they have problems of their own. Maybe they're lonely, or
worried about something. They might be uncomfortable with who they are,
or have a shit home life. They strike out rather than dealing with it.
You never know the bully in your case might need some help with his
homework or something like that," As Tim said this Jamie liked the sound
of it. For starters it would be easy for him to make an offer to Tom. He
lived practically opposite him after all, none of his goons would know.

"Ok. I know the ringleader, we used to be best mates. So I guess I could
go round his house later and ask him to stop and say I'll do a deal.
Thanks, that's made me feel a bit better," He said, smiling at Tim.

Tim smiled back, "Good, you're a nice boy and I don't like bullies.
Just remember, you still have the option to grass him up. Don't agree to
anything you don't want to. It might not be as simple as doing his
homework, just be careful. Now, who is your form tutor?"

Jamie told him and Tim smiled, "Ah, happy days, she used to be mine too.
You can't go to lessons like this. Go home and I'll go and find her and
tell her you were throwing up in the toilets," He said.

Jamie smiled gratefully and Tim walked him to the school gate before
sending him on his way. Jamie walked home slowly, thinking about his
approach later and whether Tim's suggestion was a good one. At this
stage he decided he didn't have anything to lose. He got home and put
the washing machine on to wash his trousers, as his Mum and Dad both
worked full time and often long hours Jamie was self sufficient at home,
often cooking his own dinner and doing the washing if needed.

He got in the shower to get clean, to get the lingering fragrance of piss
he thought he could still smell out of him. He washed himself thoroughly,
then hardened up as he washed his hairless dick. He thought about the
shitness of what had happened but also how Carl's dick looked, and
Tim's big one and then the feeling of Tom pressing into him. His hand
became a soapy blur on his dick until with a sigh and a grunt he had a
dry orgasm.

He dried off, got changed and sat at his desk doing his homework. He kept
looking out the window and waiting for Tom to come home. His phone buzzed
after a while. It was Pete sending him a WhatsApp to find out why he
wasn't in class that afternoon. For a moment he was going to reply
telling him what happened but he decided against, easier to do face to
face,

"Felt sick, came home. Will be back Monday," He said then looked out
the window again to see Tom going into his house.

It was now or never he thought. He summoned all his courage and he walked
over the road. He stood outside the place he used to know so well but now
was the home of his nemesis. He knocked on the door and it opened...