Mark's Revenge
by and © Ronyx
Chapter 4
Bobby and I began to hang out after that afternoon at the mall. We'd gone back a few more times for ice cream at Ben and Jerry's. For such a little guy, he could eat anything and not gain a pound. One time we went to McDonald's and he ate two quarter pounders and two large fries!
We also went swimming at the pool. There's not a whole lot for a teen to do here except the mall and the pool. The only problem was all the hot guys were there checking out the girls. The cute girls in their string bikinis did nothing for us. But our eyes widened a few times when we'd see boys who had noticed the girls. I'm surprised they didn't get kicked out of the pool with their hard cocks pushing out through their Speedos. Most didn't even try to cover them up. They pranced around proudly showing off what they'd been given. I guess I would have to if I had been as blessed as them.
I tried to check out Bobby a few times. I was really curious what he had. But he always put his towel around him before changing, so I never got a chance. Once I even undressed in front of him so he could see me naked. I was hoping he'd do the same. But he just glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he undressed under the towel. I did see a small bulge coming from the towel. I guess he was happy with what he saw.
I did get to see him naked yesterday, but it wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. In fact, it was rather cruel. We were in the locker room and as usual Bobby had his towel wrapped around him changing. Scott ran up and tore it off along with his swim trunks. Bobby was left standing butt naked in front of everyone. Scott and his buddies started teasing him. Bobby began chasing them around the room demanding his clothes back, but they just laughed and ran out of the room into the pool area.
Poor Bobby ran into one of the stalls. I could hear him crying. I asked him if he was alright but he didn't answer me. I threw my towel over the stall. I went over and took a seat on the bench, waiting for him to come out. Finally, he emerged. His eyes were red from crying. He looked so sad.
"Why do they always pick on me?" he asked dejectedly. "I never do anything to them."
"That's just the way assholes are," I said. "They think they're cute when they do stupid things like that."
"But why does it have to be me?" he cried as tears began again to fall from his face. I really didn't have an answer. Besides, I was also one that they picked on.
"Come on," I said walking over to him and offering my hand to help him up. "Let's get out of here." He took my hand and rose. He stared at me through puffy eyes.
"Thanks Mark. You're a good friend. You never treat me mean." It made me feel good to know that he considered me a friend. We'd spent a lot of time together recently, but I never felt that we'd really connected. It was just two guys hanging out.
"You mean it? I'm a friend?" I asked him. He looked at me and nodded. I smiled back at him. I left the room and found his trunks on the ground outside the door. We got dressed and headed from the locker room. The pool has bleachers outside the fence where you could watch people swim. Usually parents sit there watching their children, but today the area was empty. We walked over and sat down.
The pool was filled with noisy kids. It was a really hot day and everyone had turned out. The guards looked overwhelmed with all the activity. They were constantly blowing their whistles and yelling at kids to stop running and horse playing.
Scott was one of the worst. He was tormenting everyone. He strutted around the pool like he owned it. His little group of admirers followed behind him doing anything he asked them to do. Bobby was not the only one they stripped naked. They approached a younger boy and pulled him into a corner of the pool. Then they stripped his swimming trunks off and ran away, throwing them into the pool. The poor boy ran naked through the crowd and dove into the pool to retrieve them. When he emerged everyone was laughing at him. He started crying and ran into the locker room. We saw him leave several minutes later still in tears.
"Someone needs to do something to him. That would serve him right," said Bobby angrily.
"Yeah. I'd love to see him get his ass kicked," I responded.
"Anything to humiliate him the way he does others," he said. He became very quiet while he carefully watched Scott strutting around the pool.
"You're thinking about something, aren't you?" He looked at me with a very mischievous grin.
"Yeah. I have an idea. What do you know about him?" he asked.
"Not too much. I know he's Mr. Olsteen's nephew and he's visiting for the summer from Arizona. He went to a boarding school there." This was all I could tell him. I hadn't learned much more that morning I'd spent with him.
"He told me he was from Florida and his mother was sick. He was going to stay here and attend school." Bobby looked at me suspiciously.
"I think Scott's a big liar. He tell you anything else?" I looked at Bobby.
"He said he had a girlfriend there. He said he was having sex with her. That's why he wanted me to do something for him. He said I reminded him of her. He started to tell me more, but I could tell he decided not to."
"Did you do something with him?" I asked hesitantly. I knew it was none of my business, but Bobby acted like he wanted to talk.
"He made me." I looked over and tears were beginning to form in his eyes. "We were sitting on his bed and he forced me down. He was so much bigger than me."
He was starting to cry. I reached out and put my arm around his shoulder. He froze at first, but then slowly pressed his body into mine.
"What'd he do?" I asked softly.
"He pushed his dick in my mouth and made me suck him. He said he'd beat me up if I didn't." He continued to cry. "When it was over I was so embarrassed and scared." I pulled him into me and held him tightly. I looked into the pool and saw Scott staring at us. It was as if he knew we were talking about him. I felt cold shivers run down my spine.
"Is that what had happened that morning I saw you crying?" I remembered how upset he had seemed.
"No. It had happened several days before. On that day I went back to tell his uncle, but he stopped me. He pushed me into the bushes," he said angrily.
"I hate that son of a bitch!" I spat. I looked over and saw him still staring at us with a smirk on his face. "I hope someone gets him."
"Maybe we can be that someone." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"How? He's much bigger than us. Plus he's always got a bunch of guys around him." I didn't think we had much of a chance of getting to him.
"There's more ways to hurt someone than physically," he said with a smile.
"What do you have up your sleeve, Oh Wise One?" I laughed. He looked down and saw Scott staring at us.
"I have a plan. But first we have to find out as much as we can about him," he informed me.
"We probably can't do much right now. We'll have to wait until school starts next month. If he enrolls in our school, I think I know how to get even with him." He looked at me and gave me a knowing grin. At that moment I was glad Bobby was my friend, because that look on his face was pure evil.
I invited Bobby back to my house. When we walked in the door Amy was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend, Josh. Both were flushed and it was obvious that Josh was hard. Amy gave me a dirty look as we passed. I gave her a stupid smile and flipped her off. She is such a slut.
"You two seem to get along," said Bobby sarcastically.
"Yeah. She's a sweetheart. I'd love to get even with her." I then told Bobby how she'd been blackmailing me for the past year. He just kept shaking his head as I told him how she'd treated me.
"She's probably jacking him off right now," I informed him. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We quietly peeked around the corner and saw my sister's hand jacking Josh's cock vigorously. I looked down and watched as Bobby rearranged himself. He was getting excited watching the show before him.
He grabbed my hand again and led me back to my room. He was breathing heavily when we walked in. He turned to me and spoke.
"You want to even the score?" he said with a grin.
"What do you have in mind?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and opened it. It was the kind that could take pictures.
"Damn. Why didn't I think of that?" I said. He grabbed my hand and led me back down the hall. We peeked around the corner. Amy was still jacking Josh off. Bobby reached his phone around the corner and began taking pictures. I was watching the small screen as he took picture after picture. I gasped when I saw the picture of Josh shooting his cum all over his stomach. Bobby turned around and headed back to my room.
"Turn your computer on," he said. "What's your email address?"
He put it in the phone then sent me the images. I waited a few minutes then opened my email. He had sent me the pictures. They looked even better on my 19" screen.
"Does your sister have a computer in her room?" I nodded. "Do you have her email address?" Again I nodded.
"Okay, now send her this picture." He pointed to a picture where Amy was licking her lips as she jacked Josh off.
"Done." I was beginning to like this kid with every passing moment.
"Good. Now let's go to her room." He rose and headed for the door.
I led him across the hall to her room. He sat down at her desk.
"What's her boyfriend's name?"
"Josh." He typed in his name and the computer opened.
"Just as I thought. Piece of cake. She used her boyfriend's name as her password." He then opened her email. The picture of Amy jacking off Josh popped up. He saved it to desktop background. I began laughing hysterically as he took my hand and led me back to my room.
"I can't wait until she sees that. I wish I could see the look on her face," I laughed.
"Oh, you'll be seeing a look on her face when she figures it out," he returned my laugh.
He walked back to the computer and began looking at the pictures again. I stood beside him and saw his erection poking through his pants. He looked at my pants and noticed I was hard. I began rubbing it while he watched.
"I gotta take care of this. Wanna join me?" I said breathlessly. I was excited. I had never jacked off in front of anyone before. I walked over to my bed and pulled down my pants. I took my hard dick in my hand and began stroking. Bobby watched wide-eyed and began rubbing himself. He timidly opened his pants and pulled out a rather small dick. It was hard and very red. He never took his eyes off me as he began stroking himself.
I came immediately. Cum shot out all over my stomach. I watched as Bobby threw back his head and moaned. He shot a nice load as well. I pulled a towel from under the bed and wiped myself clean. I pulled up my pants and walked over and handed Bobby the towel. He reached for it and cleaned himself. He handed it back to me with a shy smile.
"That was fun," he grinned. "I can't believe we did that."
"Yeah. It was exciting. I liked watching you," I confessed.
"But will you still respect me in the morning?" We both began to laugh.
"R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what you mean to me," I started singing. He got up and began dancing. He was so cute. I think I was falling for this little guy.
Bobby left a little while later. We looked in the living room and Amy and Josh were sitting side by side watching a movie. I guess they had finished doing whatever they were doing.
I was sitting at my computer a little later reading some stories when I heard Amy let out a yell. I started laughing.
"That mother fucker!" she shouted. Seconds later my door came swinging open. It was hard to keep a straight face.
"You dumb shit! Where did you get that picture?" she screamed at me. "I'll kill you if you don't tell me!" she threatened.
"My poor little sister. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What are you doing with a boy at your young age? Mom will not be too happy when I show her." Her face paled when I mentioned showing the picture to our mother.
"You wouldn't dare!" she challenged me.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" I said with a smirk. "After a year of your shit and you don't think I wouldn't use these pictures against you?"
"These pictures?" She appeared ready to be sick. "There's more?"
"Oh, yes," I told her. "Many more. I particularly love the one where Josh is shooting his cum on his stomach." Her face lost its color. I knew I finally had her where I wanted her.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily. She thought she could intimidate me. However, this time the cards were in my hand.
"Let me see, ummm." I put my hand to my chin and pretended to be deep in thought. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she said angrily.
"You'll never know how much," I told her. "Here's what I want. I want you to stop seeing Josh." She opened her mouth to object, but I cut her off. "You're too young to be doing what you're doing. If I ever hear of you doing anything for a few more years, I show these pictures to Mom. Understand?"
She looked me over for a few minutes. I think she was weighing her options. She knew I could have asked for a lot more. I think she was genuinely surprised that I was actually caring about her.
"Well?" I asked. She nodded.
"No more sex for at least a few years." She looked at me and tears began to form in her eyes. She walked over and sat down beside me. I cautiously put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder for a minute. She pulled back and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She got up to leave.
"You're still a fag," she said as she headed to the door. Then she stuck her tongue out at me and slammed the door. I started laughing.
I felt good about what had happened. I smiled thinking that I had made an adult decision. Instead of acting childish, I assumed the role of a protective big brother. Maybe my sister was a brat, but she was still my sister. She was too young to be sexually involved. I didn't want her to be a mother at 13. It would hurt Mom too much.
Bobby called later that night. He was very upset. Scott had called his house and talked to his mother. They had gotten into a big argument and he went storming out of the house. When I asked him where he was he told me to look out my window. He gave me a timid wave when I looked down at him. I motioned for him to come around to the front door.
After stopping by the kitchen for a quick snack, we went up to my room. Bobby plopped down on my bed and buried his head in his hands. I took a seat at my computer desk.
"I'd kill him but I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison," he said angrily.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He called my house and told my mother I was a pervert and wouldn't leave him alone," he said sadly. "He told her if I don't stop asking him to have sex, he was going to call the cops."
"Damn! He's crazy. What did your mother say?" I looked over at him and he looked so sad.
"She got mad at me because she thought I wasn't being discreet," he said. I gave him a questioning look.
"My folks know I'm gay. We talked about it several years ago. In fact, it was my dad who brought it up. He helped me work out some of the feelings I was having. He's even president of the local PFLAG." I was even more confused.
"Why did she get so mad then?" I asked.
"Because we talked about me being careful. They think because I'm so small I'm an easy target to be picked on. She was mad because she thought I'd been careless," he explained.
"What did you tell her?"
"The truth," he said. "I told her Scott was the one who wanted me to have sex with him, and that he had forced me to suck him. She told my dad and he wanted to call the police, but I stopped him. I told him it would just make matters worse."
"Maybe you should have him arrested," I suggested.
"That's what the argument was about. He was furious; so I figured it'd be best if I left for awhile," he said sadly.
"Anyways, who'd believe me? It would be his word against mine. I look like a gay boy, he doesn't. He'd just bat those pretty eyes and charm them into believing him." Bobby looked pathetic. I walked over and sat down beside him. He scooted over and pushed his body into mine. I figured he needed someone who cared, so I put my arm around him. He leaned in further.
I looked at him and he smiled back I wanted to kiss him, but I was unsure. I know he would have let me. I could tell by the expression on his face. He was even inviting me to do it. But at the last minute I chickened out. I'd never kissed anyone except my mother, and that was just on the cheek.
After he left, I felt disappointed with myself because I hadn't kissed him. I kept playing the scene over in my mind. I wondered what it would have been like. Maybe next time I'll get up enough courage to do it. Then again, maybe not.
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