School
Bully
by Chris_ab2009
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From the beginning of High School everyone knew not to mess with
Keith Smith.
Although he was fairly slim and of average height, he had that look
in his eye and swagger when he walked that told you not to cross
him. I think a lot of this stems more from his older brother who
was built and looked slightly mental; the kind of person who’d
smash you in the face with a chair just for looking at him the wrong
way, or so I heard. How ever everyone else may have treated Keith,
I for some reason didn’t see the threat.
Now I was an average kid, not geeky enough to be a geek and not
funny enough to be popular but instead somewhere in between. I got
on with everyone and never gave anyone a reason to dislike me. As
for Keith, I’d known him since junior school and he lived
around the corner from me but we never spoke to one another. I was
placed in his class at the start of High School and I remember telling
him and his ‘big teeth’ to shift out the way when he
pushed in front of me in the queue. He didn’t really react
but just scowled at me, I think too surprised to think someone as
weedy as me would be so daring.
As the years went on we both grew; Keith no longer had big teeth
and filled out, forming a six pack and solid form. His short hair
and sneer was enough to scare the kids of school. Despite this front
he put on for people, I couldn’t help but notice something
more to him. I’d spotted him more than once looking in my
direction and giving me the odd smile when I passed him around school.
There were times when I looked past the macho smokescreen and saw
his crystal blue eyes held more than everyone thought. Don’t
get me wrong, he was still an idiot. He’d constantly be outside
the Head teacher’s office for fighting or bullying some helpless
kid. The way he jeered and acted in front of his mates was enough
to put me off him. But still, there was something about him.
Like most teenagers the idea of anything homosexual was considered
hilarious or disgusting. Keith would mess around, pretending to
‘bum’ one of his mates as a joke to his audience who
always watched him in ore; even when he wasn’t funny (which
was often) the class would laugh out of fear and habit. But I had
noticed times when Keith’s jokes may linger a little longer
than they should, or he pushes his ‘gay’ act just that
one step too far. Nobody else noticed this, but I did.
I was fairly young when I had my first significant encounter with
Keith. Now at this stage I was a complete closet gay, and I had
a burning desire for guys’ feet. I don’t know why but
I couldn’t get enough of them. Although I hated PE and sports,
just seeing everyone barefoot and bare-chested in the changing room
was amazing. A subject I had no long for was French but that wasn’t
the case today.
Mr Pine, the French teacher split us into groups to translate a
passage he’d given us. The class was small which meant groups
would be gathered around a single desk. To my surprise I was placed
with Keith and some other lad named Andy. I tucked my legs under
the desk as it was mine, Andy placed a chair beside me and Keith
sat opposite me. Andy had no intention of doing any work and spent
most of the time ignoring the work and spitting bits of paper at
other groups. Keith then tucked his legs under my desk, placing
both his legs on either side of mine and then started rubbing his
thighs gently against mine.
I began reading out the passage as if nothing was happening under
the table.
He looked at me smiling. “Aren’t you going to ask me
to stop?” he said, still grinning; another one of his ‘gay’
jokes.
I stopped reading the passage, looked back at him and leaned in
slightly. “Why would I ask to stop something I’m enjoying
so much?” I challenged him.
His smile faded slowly and he looked at me as though he was trying
to work me out. At that point Mr Pine appeared, having noticed the
lack of work Andy was doing and joined our group. Keith moved back
a bit, but not before giving me another grin and I resisted the
urge to wink back. Play it cool, I told myself.
A month had passed and nothing had happened between Keith and I,
just the usual nods of acknowledgment and secret smiles. We had
swimming today in PE which was a great opportunity for me to gawp
at the guys’ feet. The teacher asked everyone to sit at the
edge of the pool in a line, feet in the water, whilst he had a word
with the life guard. I found myself sat beside Keith, who gave me
his usual nod. I nodded back. As we waited I swished my feet around
the pool feeling the water flow through my toes; I then knocked
my right foot into Keith’s left bare foot. I instinctively
moved it back and looked at him.
He looked back at me and our eyes locked.
Normally I’d apologise and that would be that but something
was happening here. I don’t know why, but as we kept looking
at one another I deliberately brushed my foot against Keith’s
again. He didn’t flinch, but kept his eyes on mine. I then
caressed the top of my foot along Keith’s sole, feeling his
soft sole and curved arch. I may have imagined it, but I think I
felt him caress back.
Suddenly the swim teacher blew his whistle and threw me out of my
trace. We both looked towards him and he began explaining the rules
and what we’d be doing in the lesson. As he did this I looked
back to Keith who returned my gaze. A smile broke across his face
and he gave me the slightest of winks. I smiled back, unable to
believe what had happened. It may not have seemed much, but for
me it was everything.
Two weeks had passed and I thought nothing more of my encounters
with Keith. Sure they were all I could think about; the feeling
of electricity and tension as I had done things I would never have
thought myself capable of doing. For a ‘closet case’
I was being far more open than I would normally allow. But I knew
Keith wouldn’t say anything to anyone because I knew he didn’t
dislike it. He was curious, I could feel it.
I walked home beside the school field. It was brilliant summer’s
day, and I’d allowed a couple of buttons to come loose and
pulled my tie down as I walked, feeling the light breeze in my dark
brown hair.
I then heard laughter in the distance behind me and turned to see
Keith with his yob gang of friends. They were smoking and laughing
about something; probably the size of Alison Jenkins’ boobs
or how drunk they were last week. Keith waved them off as they turned
into another street and then spotted me.
“Alright Chris!” he nodded and then jogged a little
to catch up with me.
This was probably the first time we’d spoken outside a class.
He came towards me, his shirt completely unbuttoned to reveal his
soft six pack and the occasional flash of those delicious nipples
I loved seeing in the changing room. The only thing ruining the
image was the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. As he caught up,
I made a point of frowning at his cigarette at which he instinctively
flicked away.
“I was finished with it anyway” he told me. We cut across
the field to go through a short cut across the small wooded area
beside our street.
“How’s it going?” I asked, not really sure what
to speak to him about.
“Not bad thanks, you?” he replied.
“Yeah, all good. Will be even better when the weekends here.
It’s suppose to be scorching apparently” I informed
him. Oh my god, was I actually talking about the weather with him?
“That’ll be good for you then” he replied “You’ll
be able to finally get a tan”.
I looked at his grinning face with mock offence.
“Ha, you’re one to talk! They’ll be calling you
Casper at this rate”.
He stopped just before me, dropped his bag on the floor and opened
his shirt wide to reveal his gorgeous chest. “I’ll have
you know I tan quite well thanks. Look”. He then pulled down
the top part of his boxers to reveal a faint tan line. I swallowed
at the thought of what was beyond those boxers. He smiled at me,
as though he’d read my thoughts. I continued to walk and he
followed.
I don’t know why but I didn’t want to give in too easily,
not that I knew there was anything to give in to, but I wanted it
to be clear that I wasn’t like everyone else at school who
worshiped everything Keith did; and I think part of him enjoyed
my motive. We then walked into a clearing of grass in the middle
of the woods. The sun beamed down on the quiet haven and soft grass
glowed bright. Keith threw his bag once again to the floor and crashed
onto the grass.
“I am knackered!” he exclaimed “how about we stop
for a breather”. I looked at him slightly puzzled.
“I live 2 minutes away, why stop now?”
“Come on, the sun is shining and I’d look mental if
you left me talking to the trees”
“I’m sure it doesn’t take a lot for you to appear
mental”
“Go on, it’ll be good for your tanning.”
He placed his bag behind his head and lay down with his hands behind
his head. I sat down beside him soaking up the sun. I then mimicked
Keith and lay down with my bag behind my head. I closed my eyes
allowing the silence, but it was comfortable. He propped himself
up with his elbows and I could feel his eyes scanning me. “You
know,” he began saying slowly “You’re not gonna
get much of a tan with your shirt buttoned up”.
I opened an eye to look at him. “I’m too comfortable
to move now” I told him. “Let me help” he breathed,
and then I heard him reach over and felt his fingers unbutton my
shirt. I opened both eyes and watched him leaning his head on his
one hand and using the other to slowly unbutton me. For a teenager
I had quite a few whisps of hair on my chest and navel. I felt his
fingers linger around my belly button and brush the hair on it.
“You’re quite fuzzy for a teen” he smiled at me.
I bit my bottom lip and watched him lie back down and close his
eyes.
Keith breathed out and then tried to kick off his shoes with little
success. “I played football all lunch time and my feet are
killing me” he moaned, still failing to kick off his shoes.
I ran the tip of my tongue along the rim of my top teeth and thought
about the situation before me.
“Could you give me a hand?” he almost whispered. I slowly
sat up and sat beside his feet to which he opened his eyes and looked
at me. I began unlacing his left shoe and gently removed it to reveal
his black socked size 8 foot, surprisingly dry given the weather
but I could sense the tingle of its musty aroma. I then did the
same with his right shoe but looked at him this time, our eyes locking
like they did at the pool side. Although his shoes were off I kept
my hands on his right foot and began thumbing his arched, wide soles
and toes. “That’s much better” he said with a
sigh and closed his eyes once more, not at all fazed about the fact
I had his foot in my hands. I continued to gently allow my fingers
to explore his perfectly formed foot from heel to toes.
Keith’s breathing became heavier and I realised he’d
fallen asleep.
I looked around the wooded area, which was deserted apart from the
trees swaying softly in the breeze. “Keith?” I called,
testing to see if he really was asleep. He continued to breath,
completely out of it. I licked the top of my lip and looked back
to his foot in my hands. I then began rubbing his foot more vigorously,
massaging it but there was no response from Keith. This was my chance.
My heart began pumping loudly in my chest; to the point I thought
it might wake him.
I slid my right hand up his calf and past the top of his sock, feeling
the soft bristles of his leg hair. I then took the top of the sock
and slowly pulled it down, past the ankle, past the heel, past the
ball of his foot and then finally revealing his beautiful toes.
Keith’s foot was perfection; there was no doubt about it.
I placed both hands on the soft skin of his foot and again rubbed
his foot, allowing my hands to explore this amazing wonder. I raised
his foot, my heart practically bursting out my chest, but I was
too entranced of the sight and feel before me. I put his foot below
my nose and onto my lips, kissing his sole.
I then let my tongue run from his heel to his toes and teased his
toes, nibbling and kissing them. I was in complete ecstasy. I then
placed his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it, both my eyes closed
and tasting paradise. I checked to see if he was still asleep, and
sure enough he was. I then put his foot down and moved to his other
foot, removing his sock and rubbing the foot.
“What are you doing?” I looked to his face and Keith
watched me, propped up by his elbows, looking both puzzled and slightly
amused.
I put his foot down and looked at him, a deer in headlights. I don’t
know if I was still reeling over the experience of his feet or what
made me do it, but I slowly crawled towards him, on top of his body,
wrapping his legs around my waist, trailing his naked chest with
my middle finger until my eyes met his. Keith looked at me in complete
shock and silence as I lay there mounted on top of him, his thighs
either side of my waist in my hands. I moved my mouth towards his,
our eyes still open, my nose touched his and our eyes slowly closed
as our lips nearly touched…
I jumped out of my skin as a dog came barking towards us and quickly
rolled off Keith, snapping out of my trance.
“Barney! Leave them lads alone!” shouted an old man
walking out of the woods. The dog stopped a few feet before us then
returned to his owner. “Sorry lads” he smiled, and continued
to walk on. I looked towards Keith who watched me grinning.
“I’ll see you later Keith, got loads of homework to
do before the weekend” I said, standing up and picking up
my bag. Keith placed one leg on top of the other. “I’m
having a house party Saturday night, the parents are away. Would
be great if you’d come around”, he said quietly looking
at me apprehensively. The great Keith Smith, lord and ruler of the
school corridors, vulnerably watched me waiting for my reply. I
gave him a smile and a wink. “I might just do that. See ya
around”.
And with that I walked on, the sun feeling even brighter and vibrant
than it did 30 minutes ago.
To be continued…
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