On Friday, the rain was coming down in buckets and the wind was howling like crazy. The previous night, we'd had a totally cool thunderstorm with awesome lightning that lit the black sky for a few dazzling seconds as each jagged bolt that found its way to the ocean. A few seconds later, the air would crack big time with a killer explosion that sounded like the earth was being split in two. Watching from my bedroom window, I couldn't help pondering how insignificant I was compared to the incredible power of nature. Even when I was surfing, I was just a little speck on a wave that was only one of billions of waves crashing to thousands of shores all over the world at any one time.
"Dad? Is there really a God?"
"There are many people who think so."
"What do you think?"
"I think if there is a God, he made the mistake of creating the world in six days, which was way too fast, and leads to blunders. In my opinion, he buggered up a few things. For example, if he'd given us a dimmer switch for the sun, we wouldn't need expensive Raybans or sunscreens, and if he'd given us a volume control for thunder storms, we could still hear the TV or radio."
"Seriously, dad, do you really believe in God?"
"It's a personal thing, son, a matter of faith. Nobody can prove or disprove the existence of God. All humans have a sixth sense about the existence a power greater than ourselves, but what that power is exactly, I have to admit that I really don't know. And, to be honest, I don't think anyone knows for sure."
"Well, if there is a God, would he like me?"
"Yes, he would."
"And would he also like the guys who don't like me?"
"That's a tricky one," he laughed. "In every war between humans, each side claims that God is on their side. So how many Gods are there? Two? One for each side? I think that if there is a God, he has nothing to do with peoples' perceptions of him. In many ways, humans have created God, and moulded him to suit their own specific requirements."
"People created God?"
"So why doesn't he just come down from the clouds and say hi?"
"According to many religions, he sent people to represent himself, such as Jesus."
"OK, so if I wanna ask you if I can sleep over at Kyle's, would I send Brian to ask you?"
"And if I somehow disappeared just after I was born and you and mom had never seen me, would I send Brian around here to tell you that I actually existed?"
"I guess not."
"OK, so where's God?"
"Hiding from you, I suspect."
The next day, I'd been visiting Brian so I was a bit late arriving at Kyle's place to collect a center page from a surfing mag that he'd promised to give me. I couldn't afford to buy the mags myself, so it was way cool to get the posters from my best bud. 'Cause of the cool weather, I was wearing my thick, fleecy top which hung loose over my jeans. "Do you think I look cool?"
"Yeah. I like the way your top hangs over your pecs and away from your abs," he said without even glancing up from his homework.
"You like my abs, huh?"
"They're OK for a grommet's."
"Don't gimme that shit, Kyle. I've got better abs than you!"
"Smaller dick, though," he giggled.
"Anyway, do you have that center page?"
The weekend surf was totally wicked! The surf came through and we were all pretty stoked with the clean swell -- it wasn't that big, but it gave us plenty of funky rides. The recent storm winds had changed the break and it was a stack better. Our rides were longer, and the peaks were more clearly seen.
Both Steve and I slept over at Kyle's on Saturday. It was cool but I got the impression that three was a crowd, which meant that our behaviour had to be modified, except for sleeping nude. On Sunday morning, though, as I threw the covers off my mattress, Steve diss'd me.
"Your cock should have been on a horse, Wingnut."
I sprang over the top of Kyle's bed and landed on Steve's mattress. Before the smartass could react, I'd pinned his arms and was sitting on his muscular, tanned chest with my piss boner hovering just inches from his face. "You wanna closer look, Steve?"
"Hey, Steve," Kyle laughed, "you're leaking pre-cum already. Is Wingnut's bare ass on your chest making you hot?"
When I turned to see if Steve's boner was leaking, I also noticed Kyle stroking himself under the covers. But I'd made the mistake of taking my attention off Steve. He was a fucking helluva strong dude, and soon had me flat on my back. Then he grabbed one of my legs and lifted my knee to my face -- like a wrestling hold. "Hey! That's not fair!" I yelled. "Come and help me, Kyle!"
"Hey, you started it, you finish it," he grinned.
Steve was only fooling around, so he soon let me go. Then the three of us sat on the bed and chatted about shit. "How come you were stroking your piss boner?" I asked Kyle. "Was it 'cause of Steve's dick or mine?"
"Both. Yours was almost in Steve's face, and his was leaking a bucket of pre-cum. The two of you looked pretty damn hot!"
"See what you fucking did?" I complained to Steve. "You spoiled the damn show, dammit!"
The surf was totally wicked that morning. Steve and Kyle were getting some really long rides, so I took the opportunity to study their technique. It wasn't long before I was also getting some rave rides, and even a couple of floaters. But it wasn't just the rides that got me totally stoked, it was also the fact that the guys were watching. When a grommet was able to impress the big guys, that really meant something special.
The waves sucked big time over the next few days, though. Kyle had gone to a friend's house -- some guy named Mark -- so Steve and I checked out the surf, decided it was crap, then walked home together. About the only excitement was a fight I'd had at school. Brian and I were standing in the lunch queue at the café when an asshole bully pushed my bud out of the way and tried to bust into the queue. "Hey, fuckwit, get to the end of the line and wait your fucking turn!" The guy punched me on the arm, but he only managed one hit before he was flat on his dumb ass nursing a winded stomach. Brian's grin was a mile wide as he resumed his place in the queue. He even said that I was his hero! Cool!
Naturally, I couldn't wait to show Kyle my bruised arm and tell him the story. My bro had never made a secret of the fact that he respected me as a tough kid who had no fear, so I enjoyed telling him about my battles and boasting about my conquests.
"Well, I'll be honest with you, Wingnut, I'd hate to be on the wrong end of your fists when you're angry. You're built like a brick shithouse. But there's something I've gotta tell you -- I hope you don't become too much like me. I always itch for a fight when someone pisses me off, and I get hurt sometimes. On the other hand, at least you can take care of yourself -- and I'm proud of you for looking after Brian. He's right. You are a hero."
But not everything that happened to me was a win -- and there was one totally scary situation that had happened a while back. I'd been wanting to tell Kyle about it ever since, but it wasn't easy to pluck up the courage.
It was one afternoon after rugger practice and surfing with the guys that I decided to tell Kyle about my dark secret. Steve had gone home, so that made it easier to talk to my big bro. After supper, I hopped the fence and went to his room. "Hey, Kyle, there's something I need to talk to you about. I've been wanting to talk about it for a while, but it's quite hard."
"Hey, you can talk to me about anything, bro. Is it about some girl you need help with?"
I was pretty chuffed at hearing him say that but, in a way, it made it even more difficult to explain what had happened to me. "Nope. Actually, it's nothing. Forget about it." I could feel my ears burning and my face glowing with embarrassment.
"Hey, Wingnut! What's up?"
"Something happened at Brian's house."
"Hey, I know that you guys experiment and fool around. That's nothing to be worried about."
"It's more than that," I said as I sat on the side of his bed. There was no turning back now. I had to tell the whole story. "A couple of weeks ago, I was sleeping over at his house and I found a hand on my cock, and I got this woody. At first, I thought it was Brian, but when I looked in the dark I saw it was his brother Alan. He saw that I'd woken up but kept his hand there. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, and started to move it up and down so I could jack him. I tried to make my woody go away but I couldn’t, and when I tried to take my hand away he put it back on his cock. I wanted Brian to wake up but he just kept on sleeping. After a while, I shot a load of cum in the bed and kept moving my hand up and down on him until he came. Then he cleaned himself with a towel and gave it to me. I was scared, and I waited for him to go back to his room. Then I went into the bathroom and locked the door and slept there."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" There was fire in Kyle's eyes, and a grim expression on his face.
"I was scared. And you like me 'cause I'm tough. One sock down, one sock up, grass stains -- remember? And now Brian thinks I'm his hero."
"Have you told anybody else? Brian?"
"Have you slept over at Brian's again?"
"No." I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I was determined not to cry.
"I just needed to tell someone about it, and you're like the only person I can."
We didn't talk about it too much after that. I got the feeling that Kyle didn't quite know what to say, except that knew "the fat slob" Alan who was a bully and a senior at school. He and Kyle had had a fight once before, and Alan had fucked him up solid. Maybe Kyle was scared of Alan, too. He was mad as hell, though. Anger was written all over his face.
It was Friday, the end of another school week, when I dashed into Kyle's room like a bolt of lightning. I was feeling a whole stack better after telling Kyle my secret. A problem shared is a problem halved, my dad would always say. "Hey, Kyle! I'm going around to Brian's place, then we're gonna see the new Disney Tarzan movie. Pretty cool, huh?"
"You look totally stoked!"
"I am! And thanks for the other night. I know you didn't say much, but it helped me a lot to tell you about what happened. I feel better now."
"That's the main thing, Wingnut. And remember, you can always tell me stuff. OK?"
I didn't ask Kyle if he was afraid of Alan. I wouldn't have blamed him if he were. The bully was twice his size, and I didn't want Kyle to get the crap beaten out of him on my account. I figured the whole sorry mess was better put behind me, and to get on with having fun.
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