At break, I saw Kyle talking to the team captain about being available for swim training that afternoon. Alan and his goons were fairly close by when one of them grabbed a fistful of his crotch and shouted, "Hey, Kyle? Want some nuts?" Kyle gave them the finger, but left it at that. I figured I’d leave it at that, too. I’d be the one to choose a time and place if the need to take action arose.
South Africa
Part 9
When I’d gotten a chance to talk to my bud, I asked him if he’d like to go out somewhere with me and my girl. "I can organize a blind date if you want."
"Alan in a tutu, maybe? With pink shoes?" he cracked. "Anyway, I’ll let you know."
That night, I had another confrontation with my mom’s boyfriend. That was the surest fucking way to put me in a bad mood. And, once I’d become moody, I’d stay that way for a helluva long time. It was still obvious the next morning in the gym as I punched the shit outa the bag.
"Why are you aggro again, Mark?"
"I’m not in the mood for small talk, man. You can go if you wanna."
"Go? Hey, this is our arrangement! I thought you liked it when we trained together."
"I do. I’m just feeling fucked up this morning. OK?" I could see in his eyes that he was about to quiz me again, so I gave him a long, hard stare. "And don’t… don’t ask a lotta questions. OK? I can’t tell you anything."
"Hey!" He danced about and shadow boxed. "Bet you can’t hit a moving target."
"You serious? I’m in a fucked up mood and you wanna ring it with me?"
"Why not? You’re not gonna hit me for shit," he grinned, which caused me to return his smile.
It was pretty difficult to stay mad when you were in the same room with a Cheshire cat. "You’re on, dude. But if I get you, you’re gonna be in a lotta pain."
"Shuddup, and let’s go."
As it happened, I got him into a corner and pummeled the crap outa him, but I withheld a lotta the power in my punches. It would’ve been just too easy to trash the kid, and he didn’t deserve it. For some reason, the fucker was appealing to the better side of my nature.
In the showers, Kyle decided it was time to have another shot at quizzing me. "You sure you don’t wanna chat about what’s bugging you?"
"Yep, I’m sure."
"Well, hey, I’ve got a pair of ears that aren’t too busy most times, so if you wanna give them some work to do, they’re all yours."
"It’s my mom’s boyfriend." Neither of us had expected me to say that. It was some sort of spontaneous and involuntary reaction to Kyle’s offer of help.
"Huh?"
"Oh, shit. It’s nothing. Let’s drop it."
"Well, I’m here if you need somebody to offload your prob."
"Yeah, whatever." Luckily for him, he read my vibe and chilled. It was bad enough having to put up with my mom’s asshole boyfriend at home without being reminded of him at school.
That night, I received a phone call from Alan’s younger brother who warned me about a trap being set for Kyle. "Alan’s totally pissed at my bud Wingnut for boasting about Kyle winning the boxing match. My bro backhanded Wingnut across the face, and says he’s gonna give Kyle something to think about."
"He already has – he kneed him in the nuts the other day."
"He says that’s just for starters."
Next morning, I asked Kyle if he and I were swapping moods. I was feeling pretty good while my bud was trying to kill the punching bag. I knew why, of course. Wingnut had shown Kyle the cut on his face the previous night. But I decided to keep quiet about the information I had, and pretended to be curious without asking too many questions.
After we'd stepped into the ring, he was so steamed up he hammered the living fuck outa me -- or, at least, tried to. It was obvious to me that, in a match, Alan couldn’t hold a candle to my fiery bud, but that wasn’t the bully’s style. He preferred three against one.
At break, Kyle and I were sitting together when he saw Alan walk toward the change room. "Back in a sec, Mark. I’ve got something to do." I knew what was going to happen, and I’d already arranged a counter plan. As soon as Kyle was outa sight, I put my strategy into action.
By the time I’d arrived just outside the door of the change room, I’d already seen some of Alan’s friends enter. There must’ve been about three or four guys in there. "Take him out, Alan. He’s a little wussy boy," I heard one of them say.
"Hey, Kyle!" It was Alan’s voice, cocky and menacing as usual. "One on one, now. Come and get me."
After some seconds, it became obvious that Kyle was in trouble, and that the bully’s goons had gotten in on the act. "So what are you gonna do now, fucker?" It was Alan’s voice again. That was the signal for the swim captain to enter the room.
"He’s not going to do anything, and either are you or your friends."
"Fuck off, Ross."
"Well, it’s not just me, dude." At that moment, the rest of the swim team entered the room, including Jumbo. Kyle’s jaw had hit the floor. The two guys who were holding his arms freaked big time, released their hostage and took a few steps back. Their leader, meantime, was sporting a bleeding cut on his cheek – the same place where Kyle had smacked him during their recent boxing match.
"It’s not your fight, Ross," Alan protested with a quiver in his voice. Being outnumbered was a whole new ballgame for the asshole.
"You turned it into our fight when you were too fucking chickenshit to take Kyle on his own. He gave you a chance and you fucked up, dude."
"OK, big shot, what now?"
"You wanna take Kyle on? Like right now? We’ll make sure it’s one on one."
"No," Alan said as he wiped the blood from his cheek.
"Then it’s over. If you or any of your so-called friends get in Kyle’s way, you deal with us. And there’s another thing."
"What?"
"Leave the little guys alone – in or out of school – or the same thing will apply."
Back in the school grounds, Kyle was anxious to know why the whole team turned up just in the nick of time to save his neck. "Thanks. But how did you know what was happening?"
"We’ve all known since last night," I laughed.
"Say what?"
"Alan’s little bro phoned me. Remember, Alan and I used to be buds on the boxing team. Anyway, he told me about Alan and his goons baiting you into the change rooms. They were gonna make sure you were carried outa there."
"You mean like it was all arranged?"
"Seems like it. Hey, you cut Alan’s cheek. Tell me what happened."
"Well, Alan was zipping up when I went in there. "Kyle, buddy," he says, "feeling nutty?" He and his goon thought it was a pretty cool joke. "You’re a fucking coward and a fucking bully," I said. I was pretty mad. "And I think we need to sort things out just between the two of us. And I want you to leave the little guys alone – they've got fuck all to to do with what’s going on." "Yeah, well they think you’re a big fucking hero," he says, "and one of them's got a big mouth." Anyway, Mark, I guess you know the rest."
"I’ve got a feeling I don’t, but that’ll do."
"Tell me, why did Brian phone you? What sorta brother is that?"
"Well, he said that Alan beat up on a friend of his called Wingnut, and that Wingnut was also a friend of yours -- I couldn’t understand the whole story, but you told me once about Wingnut, your grommet surfing buddy."
"And Jumbo?"
"Well, Jumbo said that he never wanted to end up in the ring with you after what he saw with you and Alan that time, and that you’re his team mate. He’s also seen the other side of Alan."
"Think it’s over?"
"Oh, yeah. Alan’s a bully, and bullies are chickenshit on their own. I know ‘cause I used to be one." That caused Kyle to crack – I guessed he was thinking about how we first met. "But there’s one helluva thing that’s happened here this morning."
"What’s that?"
"The guys on the team are always looking after themselves – getting better times, and fighting for places on the competitions. This is the first time I’ve seen them like a real team, with a common goal."
"Anyway, thanks a stack for what you did. But Alan needs to thank you as well."
"What for?"
"I was gonna hit him so hard, he would’ve gotten a speeding ticket in Johannesburg."
We both laughed at the mental image of that slimy blimp flying through the air before I remembered something. "Hey, listen, you still wanna go out with me and Carol? I think Steve and some chick will be coming. And I’ve organized a blind date for you. And, no, it’s not Alan in a fucking tutu."
"Sounds cool, but I’ll have to check with my folks first."
"Hey, dude, you’re not a little kid any more."
"Have you been gawking at my cock again?"
"Fuck off."
"Anyway, that’s the way it is at my house. I always ask my folks if it’s cool to go out, and if they say no, then it’s no. I’ll be pissed if they say no, though, ‘cause Kyle’s been a good boy!" he laughed.
There was something about that dude’s face and cheeky grin that kinda got to me. Even later that night, after supper, I found myself thinking about him. It was the way we could chill together and talk about stuff that I would never mention in anybody else’s company, not even my girlfriend’s. So, I took a chance and phoned him. "Hey, Kyle, you wanna come around for a few?" He agreed, so I had to think about what I was gonna wear. I figured blue jeans – my fav tight ones – and a black t would do the trick. The t had a way of showing off my pecs by clinging their outline, then hanging down away from my flat sixpack – while the jeans were a tad small, which accentuated the bulge in the crotch.
Kyle could only spare half an hour, but it was enough for me to ask him about the kinda stuff we never talked about during our morning gym sessions – what he does in his spare time, the kinda music he likes, the books he reads, and such like. "Oh, that reminds me, did your folks say it was OK to go out on Friday night?"
"Yeah, they said it was cool for me to go razzling – well, they didn’t say it quite like that," he smiled, "but Steve’s not sure he can make it. I think he’s got some larny do that his folks have organized. By the way, what’s my blind date look like?"
"You’ll find out soon enough, bro," I laughed. "I think you’ll like her, though."
"I’d better beetle – still got some homework to do." He stood and nodded in the direction of the girly poster on my wall, "you gonna jack off looking at her tonight?"
"Maybe."
"You gonna think about me fucking her?"
After I’d seen my bud to the door and said goodnight, I returned to my room. The cheeky asshole had sown a seed in my brain. I couldn’t help looking at the poster and visualizing his cute ass bobbing up and down while his boner was pumping her pussy. Whoa! What a horny sight!Copyright © 1999 All rights reserved. mrbstories
