The big surprise the following day was to see the Grade Eights at school, including Wingnut. They were there to meet the teachers and familiarize themselves with the school layout. Ross and some of the guys in the swim team had organized a comp between us and the newbies, just for fun. But the fun came to a grinding halt when Alan and his fuckwits showed up. The blimp sauntered over to Kyle and sneered, "So Kyle, you really are into little boys."
South Africa
Part 32
Wingnut wasted no time in responding. "Hey, Alan! You still pissed 'cause I won't touch your ugly dick?" A second later, the grommet was flat on his back after copping a heavy backhander. I immediately saw red, and threw two punches at Alan's idiot face, sending him sprawling on his fat ass. His goons didn't make a move, although I was ready for them. One of them helped Alan to his feet, and led the sorry sight away.
"Did you hear that crack?" Kyle asked. "Sounded like his nose."
"Serves the fucker right. Hey, Wingnut. You OK?"
"Of course!" the little dude lied. His face was bright red from the smack, and he looked like he might burst into tears at any moment. I winked at Kyle who grabbed the kid's arms while I grabbed his ankles. I figured throwing Wingnut into the pool would ease the tension, and put a bit of fun back into the day.
After the Grade Eights had gone back to their own school, Kyle and I swam a few leisurely laps, before chatting by the side of the pool.
"So is that the reason you wanted to fight Alan a few months ago?"
"What?"
"He was into Wingnut's pants?"
"Sorta."
"I knew he was a fucking jerk. I could've been just like that."
"Doubt it. You're too decent to be like that. You're a total wanker sometimes, but not like that," Kyle grinned.
I grabbed the cheeky bugger in a bear hug, and both of us toppled into the pool. He was struggling like crazy to escape, but I was way too strong for him. "Jeez," he gasped, "I would seriously hate to be in an aggro fight with you. Fuck, you're strong!" I released my grip, and he swam a few yards away. "Hey, Mark, about the other day when you got naked with Wingnut and me in the pool at home. There was a time when you'd never do anything like that."
"It was no biggie. It just seemed so damn normal and ordinary, I didn't even think about it." That wasn't quite true. I had thought about it, but what was I to do? It was Kyle and Wingnut who treated nudity as normal and ordinary, so for me to treat it any other way would've seemed odd. Anyway, once I'd gotten over my initial paranoia, they'd proved their point, and I was totally relaxed. In the end, I was probably a lot more relaxed than they were!
"You all organized for the hike?"
"I think so. I've never been on one before. I'm looking forward to it. Carol's a bit pissed, though."
"So's Steph. I'm going around to Wingnut's after school to organize his rucksack and sleeping bag. His folks are still a bit nervous. Then I'm going around to Steph's. AND DON'T ASK!"
"OK, OK, chill."
Next day, I discovered that Alan's nose hadn't been broken, but he did have a couple of major shiners. I'd meant what I'd said to Kyle about how I could've ended up like that wart. We were both on the boxing team, and pretty friendly. Like him, I was a bully. I enjoyed belittling other dudes. Ironically, it was because I was a bully that I met Kyle. If anybody had told me back then that Kyle and I could end up being best buds, I would've laughed in their fucking face.
As break-up for the summer hols drew nearer, the atmosphere was totally casual. Practically the whole damn school had spent the morning in the pool, goofing off and pulling each other's Speedos down. Normally, that kinda behaviour would've lit my short wick, but the post-exam vibes had everybody chilling big time. Even the teachers were smiling and friendly. One of them, our bio teacher, happened to be standing near the pool as Kyle hauled himself outa the water to retreive his Speedos, which had been flung onto the stands. I couldn't believe it! He was just as casual as you like, with his six inch schlong bouncing around in the breeze. And the bio teacher? She didn't know which way to look, but, when she did get an eyeful of my bud's monster, she seemed pretty impressed. After all, she was a bio teacher.
"Hey, bro, I can't believe you did that!"
"It'll give her something to think about during next year's classes."
I went around to Carol's that afternoon. For one thing, Kyle was gonna catch up on all his chores before the hike… and I wasn't as generous as Wingnut who enjoyed helping out. Hey, I had enough fucking jobs to do at my own place already!
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Hey, Carol, it's gonna be ten days, not ten years."
"I know, but… well, I'm kinda worried that you might get hurt or something."
"I'm a big boy now."
"I know," she grinned as she put her hand on my crotch. "I'll bet all the guys on the swim team are way jealous."
"Maybe." If I'd told Carol about the fact that I held back from the showers until everybody had gone, she would've freaked. As far as she was concerned, I was just as uninhibited as the next guy.
"I heard about what you did to Alan. It's kinda weird since you and he used to be friends."
"He sucks."
"It's Kyle, isn't it. Kyle's the one who's changed you. I'm kinda jealous, actually. I don't think anybody else could've influenced you the way he has."
"He's fucking impossible. You don't know how many times I've wanted to rearrange his face."
"Then, why haven't you?"
I took a deep breath, sighed, and shrugged. "I dunno. It's just something about the fucker. Maybe it's courage or something. He knows I've got a short wick, but he keeps testing me."
"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you've got a best friend, like I have with Steph. It's important to have a best friend of the same sex."
"Can we change the subject?"
The last thing I expected to hear at Final Assembly was my name called out. I'd put my name down for selection as a school prefect, but it was more of a joke than anything. Me? A prefect? Whoa! I was up there with guys like Ross, who'd also been chosen as the swim team's captain for next year. Kyle was totally blown away.
"Awesome! You never told me you'd nominated for school prefect!"
"I didn't think I'd get it."
"You sure are one fucking surprise after another."
"Me? Hey, who do you think the principal was talking about when he said that he hoped not too many of the boys would be parading around at the beach without their clothes on, and giving the teachers heart palpitations?"
"You?"
"Yeah, right. I saw the look on the bio teacher's face yesterday."
"You know what I don't understand? Before Europeans came here, dudes were going around naked for thousands of years. Maybe millions. It was no biggie. So how come being nude is suddenly a biggie?"
"Europeans were civilized."
"You call wearing a school uniform and blazer in summer temps civilized? This is not northern Europe, y'know. They wore clothes 'cause they had to."
"Anyway, how come you didn't nominate to become a prefect?"
"Me? Go figure. I'm not the type."
"Which means?"
"I'm not the type, that's all. Anyway, I think I'll be helping out with the swim training next year, so that'll keep me outa crap."
"Yeah, right," I laughed. "Nothing will ever keep you outa crap."
Actually, the final day of school was tinged with sadness as well as joy. A lotta the seniors were going around saying their goodbyes to other pupils and teachers. For the seniors, a big chunk of their lives had come to an end. And for the teachers, who'd made friends with a lotta the pupils, it was a time to see familiar faces for perhaps the last time as they began their journey into adult life.
"You're quiet tonight," mom observed over dinner. "School's ending, not beginning."
"It's ending for some. And this time next year, it'll end for me and Kyle."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Yeah, but it's kinda…" I placed a forkful of food in my mouth to give myself time to think.
"Scary?"
"Maybe."
That night, in my room, I checked all my hiking gear to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, except for my sanity, of course. Ten days up in the mountains with a bunch of guys? Including the craziest dude on the planet? I needed my head read, but I was looking forward to it, nevertheless.
I toyed with the idea of taking my nudie poster off the wall, and rolling it up. Maybe I could hang it in the tent. Nope. That would look totally fucking dumb. So what was I gonna do for ten days? Jack off… hold it a second. Kyle would be sharing the tent with me. No way was I gonna jack off with him alongside me. But would he? Probably. That dude had no fucking shame. Prob was, when he got a boner, I'd get a boner. Damn! I banished the thoughts from my brain, then placed all my hiking gear in a neat pile on the floor.
As I laid naked on my back on the bed, and stroked my throbber, I visualized Carol, but her face kept growing a mop of spiky, black hair, and a cheeky grin. Then my thoughts wandered to Kyle's pool, and Wingnut rubbing suntan lotion onto my chest and abs while Kyle was gawking at me through his shades. My fantasy became too powerful for me to dismiss. I had no choice but to allow the vision to take over, and control my mind as I continued to fist my boner.
Wingnut had finished rubbing the oil over my abs, then poured a little more onto his hand. He worked his way down to my pubes, and the insides of my thighs, avoiding my cock and balls, but getting close enough to make my hardon bounce everytime he brushed against it.
After removing his shades, Kyle rolled onto his side, cradled his head in his hand, and watched. Wingnut glanced at him, then at me. "You want me to do your boner?"
I imagined the grommet's oiled hand gliding up and down my shaft as Kyle moved closer and placed his fingers around my nuts, then his thick, luscious lips around the head of my cock. I could almost hear him gulping my sticky load of juice as it exploded all over my chest.
Ross, Darren, Kyle, Wingnut, Kevin, and a stack of other guys from the swim team were waiting for me as I arrived at our meeting place… the school gates. It was from there that we set off on an adventure I'd never forget, and which, while kinda weird at times, taught me a lot about being with guys, and how to chill.
Note from Mr B. Since both Wingnut and Mark were on the hike together, I've decided that the hike story is better told by Kyle, and have kept it separate from the Wingnut and Mark stories, which resume as per normal after the hike.
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