Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2020 15:16:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village 2021 - Jum's story Part 1(Young Friends) (Please add as a seperate story rather than in the current story The Village 2021 as I'll be continuing to update that as well) This is a continuation/offshoot of my story The Village 2021, this will be from the perspective of Jum, one of the boys in the village of Bradley. The main story of the Village 2021 will continue and intertwine with this one although might be a while before new chapters appear. Please do donate to Nifty here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "Hey Jum, you hungry? There's the cum of some young guy here if you want it, you gay chinks love it" Carl said nastily, wiggling his hips in my direction. "Fuck off, my family background is Thai for starters not Chinese". I said back. Carl was a twat, a racist one at that , hanging around with his mate Dan and the other idiots. "It's all slitty eyes whatever, although I have a slitty eye on my dick that you can lick if you want" he said smirking at me. "Leave him alone you prick" my friend Matt said, backed up by Ben. "Oh you two want some as well do you?" He said, feeling emboldened by all his mates I guess. Matt visibly shrunk back, he got bullied at least as bad as I did by them but it was good he tried to stand up to them. Although not sure how effective it was. "Is there a problem?" Dion asked, another friend, a tall black boy who came to see what was going on.. "We were just talking to the chink about sucking our dicks" Carl said. "Am sure the school would be very interested to know you're racially abusing Jum, in fact would you like to insult me as well? "And me" said his twin brother Darren coming up. Carl melted away at this point, bullies like an audience but lose their bottle when help arrives. and help usually did, while Carl, Dan and their friends bullied me, and Matt and Ben, they were much too scared to take on the twins. They wanted easy targets. Like me. Although it was Carl who was really bad to me, Dan might bully Matt badly but he never seemed to get too involved on the racist stuff and hitting me, maybe he had a line he wouldn't cross. Sometimes I'd catch him looking me in class, he'd then turn away quickly but it was strange, probably plotting his next bullying attack with Carl. I guess I was fairly lucky though, I didn't get much racist abuse, just the odd idiotic older boy and Carl and his mates. It was part of being mixed race, I certainly had been called worse in the past when we lived in the city. We'd moved to Bradley from Birmingham a year ago and I'd made some good friends, but attracted some bad bullies. It didn't help I was small, if I was Dion's size they wouldn't pick on me. And bloody hell Dion was big in more ways than one. When I saw him getting changed recently his dick was huge, unlike my little maggot. No growth, no hair, can't even have an orgasm, not even a dry one. (I know, I've tried a few times). I'm not 13 until February, months away. I'm not alone in not having started puberty but I'm definitely behind most boys in our year. As for Dan, wow. That boy might be a total dick but he has a big one, I wish mine was that big, I'd be showing it off all the time if so! "You might be British but you've Thai blood in you, my brothers were late developers, you'll grow soon, well soon enough anyway" my Mum had said when she accidently saw me naked in bed when she came in without warning one morning recently. Well that was embarrassing, not only did she see me naked but her first reaction was to comment how undeveloped I was, Thanks Mum. She saw my expression and then made things worse, "Don't worry, your Dad is certainly not small so hopefully you've got his genes as well". Ugh. I did not want to hear about my Dad's dick, big as it was or not. He'd met my Mum backpacking years before and they'd married and set up home in the UK, first in Birmingham where the family ran a Thai takeaway. But the hours were long and hard, so we moved to a smaller place but a bigger house. My Dad had family in the area and Bradley seemed a great place to grow up, if you could ignore the racists. My little sister seemed to avoid all that, maybe her loud outgoing personality helped, I was quieter and shyer. Still, the village was nice, the school was really good and pretty futuristic with great facilities. Apparently we got a good deal on the house so while we still ran a takeaway the hours weren't as long and the work not as hard. The village was named after my friend Ben's family who still lived in the big Manor House on the hill above. They put lots of money in making the village as good as possible and as a result it was a nice place to live. As for my day, well despite the abuse it got better though, I got home and was told we were off to Thailand for Christmas. Fuck yeah! Sunshine, sea, swimming, no school. We'd be seeing family but I hoped for some time to myself as well. Well this was a good end to a slightly shitty day. I played with my tiny hard dick in bed that night, hoping to get the feeling I'd read and heard about but no luck. Oh well, maybe one day soon..