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Brian's - WMASG - 11-16-2025
I was luke-warm in pretty much every regard. I had pretty average looks - nothing hot but not ugly. I was one of those video game kids, but I didn't go all in, sometimes playing hockey or soccer. I got okay grades, nothing great - at least one A, usually Arts or Music, often an F, especially in English or History. I was just so middle-of-the-road that I was often overlooked and ignored by teachers. I had some friends, not many, but I wasn't a loner. I wasn't pestered by all the bullies, just some of them. I even pushed around a couple guys who were smaller than me if they ticked me off. Never really beat anybody up, just verbally berated them a bit. I wasn't very mean, just sometimes lost my temper.
Even my family was totally average. Both my parents worked: Dad full-time, Mom part-time. I had a much older sister, we had a dog, we had one newer car and one older one, and we lived in a modest four-bedroom house in the suburbs of a major city.
Same with my physical development. Some of my friends hit puberty before I did, and got all interested in girls, and were hairy and hanging in the showers in ninth grade. Some were still bald as a baby in the showers during ninth grade. I had some hair, my balls were dropped, and I had enough dick that I was sort of proud of it. It was totally average, of course. About half the guys had more, about half had less.
I could not have been more average if I tried.
Except for one thing - by ninth grade I knew there was one massive difference - I wasn't very interested in girls. But boys, and dick... yeah, when it came to that, I knew where my likes lay. Especially balls. I loved balls.
So, of course, I was hiding that as best as I could. Pretty well, judging by the fact that none of my friends knew. Or seemed to. I was getting called a fag by the bullies, of course, but lots of guys were. If all the guys in ninth grade who were called a fag were actually gay, then the human race would die out.
There were three guys who actually bullied me in ninth grade. One was the same guy from seventh and eighth grade. Two were new.
The one from junior high, Mark, was big and fat and hairy and gross. Stoner and hard rocker and partier. Poor as dirt, dumb as a box of rocks. The other new bully, Derek, was really tall and really muscly and had the worst case of acne, with a busted nose and a scar across his chin. His lips looked like they had been busted up a few times too. And he was on the football team.
Steve was the other new bully. He didn't start bullying me until after ninth grade had been going a while. I'd noticed him by then. He was hot. He was a bit tall, but not very. He was kind of muscly, but not very. Good face. Nice hair, really nice eyes, and very nice lips. I really liked his lips. Man, they were something. So was his bod. Strong but lean. He had a pretty nice butt, too. Not to mention a really decent package.
Mark and Derek were more physical in their bullying. Not just pushing me around, but actually hitting me sometimes.