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Thursday, 15th

A distant sound perceived in his sleep was his first's day sensation. Slowly opening one eye, FJ became aware of the annoying buzz that emanated from his bedside table. The boy grunted his displeasure of being awake, and cursed the inventor of the clock, before hitting the button with his hand's palm to stop the unpleasant sound. Turning in bed, he tried to ignore the command but he could not escape from his daily duty.

He had to get up, like every day. He did not liked that, but school was waiting. And he knew that his father would not like knowing him being late. He was so bad tempered once sober, and it was worst when he was drunk, or suffering from a hangover...

His father was more and more drunk, the nights he deigned to come back before FJ went to sleep. The 15 year old boy had not heard him coming back the night before, but that meant nothing. FJ had a good sleep, aided by his desire to escape from his worries and the fatigue of working somewhat in gardens around in order to sustain himself, the paternal income being more uncertain. FJ stretched in his bed, cursing the mondays. It was his worst day. He hated it over-all, like the big orange cat of his favorite comics. His worst troubles, he lived them in general on a monday. And monday was also the day his father was suffering the most from his alcohol withdrawal when he hadn't enough beer to last all the sunday.

Rising, FJ felt more stupid than usual. He hated mondays so much that even the other days, he complained about. It was a Thursday. Not a Monday. FJ shook his head. At least remembering the exact date helped him to feel a little better. The summer vacations were closer. Two weeks, and FJ would have more time to spend in the neighborhood. The meals would be a little better.

FJ took off his old t-shirt and his shorts and threw them on the laundry's pile in a corner of his room. He went to the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His face had not changed since the last day. The donkey rubbed his slightly curved and rounded ears in order to make circulate his blood. He also rubbed his thick nose, his white and fat cheeks contrasted with the rest of his face covered with a thin black coat. He looked at his broad chest still covered by a good layer of fat. Going through his stomach, he felt his skin and the flesh firm up slightly, probably due to manual works he was doing in recent months. But he was still fat. And seeing his father, physically identical to him, he knew he would never be skinny. This was great, it was a look he did not liked.

FJ left the bathroom and reached his room, having a new blue t-shirt and some not-so-dirty black pants. He joined the ground floor. A strong body odor was waiting him, along with an audible hum. FJ saw a vague shape in the couch. Empty cans on the table, shoes beneath a worn leather chair, and a grunt where FJ deciphered some words such as "incapable" or "unfair." No doubt, his father was home.

« Hi, Dad. »

FJ did not waited for the answer. He knew it would not come anyway and he went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Or at least to try to have one.

Opening the fridge, he saw that his fears were confirmed. Once again, his father had not returned with food. FJ looked inside the dirty unit. A month-old bottle of milk, curdling. Totally undrinkable. The eggs were no longer white, but pulled to purple. FJ dared not throw them away, fearing to break the shells and turning the house into a giant stink bomb. There was cheese, quality unknown, and some orange juice, still drinkable, but for not long. He took the bottle, ignored the many beers at the bottom of the unit and closed the door.

FJ poured himself a bowl of cereal he ate without milk, forcing himself to finish the orange juice. Having cleared the table, he went in his room, took his backpack and some bucks he had won the day before working in a garden nearby. He sent a hello wave to his father before closing the door and took the road to school. FJ was lucky, he had no need to take the bus because he lived just a few blocks from the high school. In the corner, he looked as usual to the old house he had once known well.

Years before, his best friend lived there. They hit the sidewalk together, but their friendship became in a bad shape the day they surprised FJ's mother having sex with his friend's father. The secret of the relationship was broken later and things began to worsen.

And one evening, FJ had returned alone. He did not knew why his friend had not come to school. He had found his father in tears, an half-filled bottle in front of him, an open letter on the table. Francis had gathered the courage to break the news to his son. His mother was gone. The neighbor too. Taking his friend he never saw again. And his lil sister he loved so much. FJ was twelve. It was three years before. The true end of his innocence. Since then, he had only some phone contact with his mother. He had enough pain and resentment for not wanting to talk to his former friend again.

Francis tried to do well and continue his role as father, but days after days, he let it go. The liquors in his glass became stronger and stronger, his relationship with his son becoming increasingly stretched for what it was now. A caricature of family life.

FJ bowed his head, sighing. He walked to the school and looked at his watch. He was about to be late. The big boy began to run as fast as he could.

Breathless, he crossed the gate a few minutes before the bell rang. To get a grip on himself, he leaned on the portal's walls. He felt violently be pushed forward, a stranger's hand on his shoulder, as a powerful and familiar

« Move, fatso ! Your ass keeps everyone from moving ! »

rang in his ears. FJ did not needed to turn to know than once again, Gruff make feel his contempt by publicly belittling him.

--

That was one of the things he preferred in his life. To had placed the bed in such a way that it was the summer sun that woke him. Gruff turned in his bed, smiling, enjoying the warm ray of light that caressed his spine. Wearing only shorts, the teen, half awake, also liked the soft feel of his erection trapped between the mattress and his muscled thigh.

A little smug smile appeared while closing his eyes, he began to move his body to enhance his pleasure. The gesture was short-lived by a powerful and motherly

« Get up, you'll be late ! » ,

breaking the mood.

Grumbling, the powerful rott got up and pulled the sheet. He could not stop smiling, admiring the bulge of his undies. He went out of his dream and buckled his morning routine. Bathing, dressing, eating his breakfast. Gruff did not forget to greet his parents before leaving for high school. His parents, still seated, turned his greeting. Gruff was their only child and he gave them any satisfaction. His grades were far from being good, but it was not important. For a long time, Maureen and Rusty knew it was on a football field that their son would build a future.

This was clearly his skills, desire and ambition. He played for six years now and for the fourth consecutive year, he was the team captain, with all the pride it brought to his father. Gruff was not a genius, but this would not prevent millions of coming in the near future. The time was close for Gruff to have to consider and set up his own family. He would have the spoilt of choices, and time to do so.

Gruff had also the chance to go to school without having to take the bus, living a few blocks from. This allowed him to walk a while to warm up immediately before starting his training session. It also allowed him to talk to Dave, once his path crossed that of his ursine friend. Gruff was the best linebacker of his team and Dave was since two years at his right wing. A powerful partner as muscular Gruff was. His fur as brown as Gruff's was. Wearing the same red and blue football jacket. And as misguided as Gruff was when the moment to drink beers came during theirs parties, programmed more and more often as their 16 th anniversary was approaching. Girls were also ever around and Gruff could boast of having a new one at his arm almost every week end.

« Did you slept well ?

• Yea, I struggled to let go my phone, but I succeeded eventually.

• It's amazing how much time girls can eat us.

• I know. But I think I'll have more availability in the future. »

Dave's smile faded slowly. As Gruff's, understanding the situation.

« It' s going so bad ?

• I... Think we're going to have a break. As they say... »

Gruff nodded.

« I'm sorry.

• It's not your fault. It's just that... Debbie and me... I prefer not to talk, in fact.

• Okay. »

Gruff tried to keep a neutral face.

« And it's nothing. Girls' stories, that's all. What is happening to the team is more serious.

• How so ? »

Dave looked at Gruff, restless.

« You do not know ?

• Know what ?

• They talked about it at the local radio station. The disciplinary committee will review Milton High's case.

• Oh no...

• There is little chance that the call would be successful.

• But if they win, their team will get three more points ! And they'll pass before us ! And we'll say goodbye to the Finals ! »

Gruff's mood darkens somewhat.

« It's not our fault. And then, we have two more years to win the title, right ? »

Gruff had to admit that Dave was right. They still had two years to succeed and attract more potential recruiters to integrate a college team.

Both athletes reached the gate of the facility, as usual, a few minutes before the alarm would ring. A little lost in the crowd of arrivals, Gruff noticed a familiar figure leaning on a stone's pillar. He let a sardonic smile moved on his face. Dave noted it and smiled back. Fatso was here, and he would be entitled by his special hello.

Gruff stood behind the big boy, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him unceremoniously. The minimum delivery. Sometimes Gruff grabbed the belt of his favorite target and he suddenly pulled it, trapping the undies deeply and painfully in his line, or made the reversed gesture, and let the public see FJ's generally little alluring undies.

« Move, fatso ! Your ass keeps everyone from moving ! »

Dave smiled, passing next to the unceremoniously shoved classmate. Some students smiled too, but this just lingered. Gruff had no time to lose that day to do something more elaborate and the duo walked away, ignoring the FJ' s disapproving sad and vain look.

Gruff and Dave joined Carson, who was waiting below. Gruff was surprised to feel Dave's hand on his arm, stopping to walk, keeping one foot in the air before he could talk to his swine friend.

« What are you doing ? »

Dave said nothing, but gave to Gruff a mischievous wink. The latter just understood a thing, he had to do the same that his friend, whatever it was.

Dave then began to walk backward, faster and faster. He turned his head to ensure being in the right direction. Gruff looked at in turn and knew. Dave was heading straight for FJ, which did not noticed the cronies' movement. Gruff shifted to an even more striking and FJ suffers the double impact. Dave in his back and Gruff in his face, his nose hitting his muscular torso.

« What's going on here ? »

Dave, laughing, looked at the lion, attending the scene with a disapproving eye. FJ was still wondering what had happened.

« It's nothing, Mr. Leonid... Gruff and I were caught in Fatso's gravitational field ! We emerge immediately, by the way ! »

Laughing along with the public, Gruff and Dave departed before undergoing the professor's sermon. FJ came to understand the joke, and he tried to keep a straight face. Nothing was broken, but his honor and pride. As usual.

« How are you ? »

FJ looked at the lion.

« Fine. »

FJ's tone said the opposite. The bell rang and then FJ went to the interior with all the others. Leonid shook his head in disgust. The poor boy was upset, but as long as he refused any direct assistance, he could not do anything.

The social food chain had found its first link.

--

A firm and decisive palm's hand strucked the clock five minutes before it rang. It was six or seven years since it had rang for the last time. Fred always put it, as a precaution, but he always woke up shortly before the scheduled time. The youth stretched in bed, got up and put on some undies before going to the bathroom. The door was closed and Fred made his presence known. A loud voice invited him to wait a minute before it opened. John, his father, also in some undies, greeted him, leaving the room. Fred returned his hello quickly and carelessly. John gave him a disapproving look, inviting him being more polite, but Fred had already closed the door. Shaking his head, John returned to his room. Fred emptied his bladder and then cleaned himself. Facing the mirror, he stared his thick body in search of a forgotten spot. There were none. He could not miss the physical resemblance, however, looking like more and more at his father as his muscles grew, thanks to the weightlifting he practiced. His mother's dobberman elongated side slowly fading face his bulldogue father. He felt that once adult, he would be a perfect blend of both.

Fred sighed. He had been too keen to attend to his father. He resolved to be less abrupt with him. After all, John had not gone nearly six years in Central America for fun. And he made the effort to return as much as he could for every occasion. The abandonment's sense Fred felt was still unfair, but he was still marked by as a child.

Emerging from the bathroom, Fred faced with Daisy, his mother. Standing in front of her son, her arms crossed on her chest, she did not needed to talk to make him feel her disapproval, and Fred knew why. He raised a hand to stop the beginning of the sermon.

« Yes, Mom, I'm sorry for being abrupt with Dad. I... I promise to spend more time with him... »

Daisy smiled, satisfied. Fred was not a bad boy, but he would sometimes act before thinking. At least he recognized his errors.

« Mom, I really have to go to school ? I mean, the summer holidays are in two weeks, and I find it silly to begin today.

• We have already spoken, dear. There is no way that you miss one class period.

• My...

• I know your grades, they're very good, but to keep them that way, you must attend classes like everyone else ! Do not forget your lunch money. In fact, next Sunday, I will not be there, the next sunday too, you will hold your father's company.

• Yes Mom... »

Fred went back to his room. It was still a full mess inside because all his things were far from being stuffed. They moved on only two days ago and his bed was surrounded by his bags full of clothes and magazines. He however had already pinned his favorites movies posters on his new walls. « Platoon » was facing to « Transformers » and « Hangover » was like a mirror to « Full metal jacket ».

A whole day with his father... It was not a good news for Fred, he would have preferred to spend these moments in a park or near a lake. But after all, his mother was right. A day would not kill him. To bore him, at worst.

After his last shoelace tied, Fred checked his bag. He hesitated a moment, then he went to his newly installed dresser. A removed drawer gave him access to a plastic bag from which he took out a home-made cigarette. He put it in his pants pocket, with his lighter. Forced to go to class when he thought it was useless, he saw no immorality to have a good time as soon as his schedule would permit to have. He liked to smoke this low-dosed weed. Enough to distract him, but not enough to make him high as a junkie. No one in his family knew he had this little vice, and he made a point of honor to keep good grades to secure a good future, and to keep his peace of mind.

Fred went down to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. Then he took his bag and opened the door. His father returned from the garage at the same time by the door leading into the kitchen. Fred, remembering his promise, made more effort to greet it properly.

« Fred... »

Hand on the doorknob, Fred stopped walking.

« Yes ?

• You... Next Sunday, I think end to fix the engine. Will you help me ? »

John was referring to his red Thunderbird, stored in his garage. A vehicle he had bought for a pittance, having to redid it completely.

« Yes, of course.

• Thank you... »

Fred found that the agreement was worth a last greeting, he left the house, closing the door.

The boy left his new home and joined the high school where he was now affected.

The establishment was neither worse nor better than those he had visited before. A surrounding wall, made of concrete, was encircling the school. Perhaps a remnant of an ancient house, destroyed since, if Fred was thinking right, looking at the two large pillars surrounding the entrance and its door made of wrought iron. On his right, the wall had been replaced by a large car park, increasing the useless side of what remained of the wall. They sure had lacked of money to end the destruction of the wall. Once the door crossed, he could see the main building, not really a new one but made of concrete, already a bit ruined. The classrooms were on three floors and since where he was, Fred could knew than the building had a « L » shape. Behind, he could see another building near the green fields. The gymnasium without any doubt.

His family had to move frequently, always seeking the place that best suit their fragile and sometimes random financial resources. Fred, therefore, had often changed schools and junior high schools. The return of his father, however, marked the end of the wandering. He now has his own garage, and Fred could expect to finish his schooling in the same high school.

He crossed, a few minutes before the bell ring, the doors of his new school. He did not knew the place, but he was not out of place. As elsewhere, there were the same groups of students, assembled by affinity, by degree of popularity or interests. Being new, he expected an avalanche of questions and a certain curiosity because of his very late arrival in the school year.

Fred was aware of the presence of the traditional bully-bullied couple. Fred was not surprised to see the big donkey abused by a visibly healthy rott. He drags a discreet eye on the back of the pants of the victim. Fred did not linger, however, and after having checked the right room on a paper coming from his pants pocket, he joined his new class.

While preparing to enter the room, Fred noted that fate had placed him in the company of the joke's victim. He hadn't the time to talk to the fatty donkey because he was talking to the moose who looked also at the other students while they were entering into the classroom. The fat boy walked then away to the restrooms end Fred, entering, searched for an empty spot.

--

FJ shut the bathroom door and walked to the sink. He asked for an urge excuse but in fact he wanted to stay a little alone.

Having a quick look at the open boxes and found them empties, FJ used a basin and began to cry softly, avoiding looking at him in the mirror.

He needed to calm his nerves and relax. For years, he was Gruff's favorite target. This stupid bully... Big, strong, manly. Captain of the football team, probably born a ball in hand, to compensate for his lack of brain. He knew him almost from the beginning of his schooling, and they were always in the same establishment. Not always in the same rooms, fortunately. When it happened, FJ was careful to place himself as far as possible of the latter.

It was not that Gruff was wicked or violent. In a way, he was, yes. But his jokes were more about stupidity than wildest violence. More immature bullying that a genuine desire to harm. And unless the fate, God or a bus with broken brakes did not come to change things, FJ still had two years to have to bear him. Not enough to come to school with a rifle. FJ's father, anyway, had no rifle.

FJ rubbed his nose to help to lead it. He realized then the scent. His hand struck Gruff's chest when the latter had fallen on him. FJ knew than Gruff liked to keep his t-shirts sometimes two or three days in a raw, and he felt the rott's smell. It was...

He began to breathe a little harder and deeper. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, and an image imposed upon him. Gruff, shirtless, sweaty. FJ did not turn his eyes from his muscles and his erected nipples when the latter played with, a mischievous smile on his face. He approached him and dreamed only of one thing. To touch them. To play with. To take them into his mouth to enjoy the warmth and salinity.

FJ opened his eyes.

« No way ! »

He did not needed to lower his eyes to feel the presence of his erection in his pants.

« I can't believe it ! Not with him ! »

FJ opened the faucet and ran some cold water on his face, trying to chase that thought. This desire, this lust, this fantasy.

He wiped his face and forced himself to look straight in the eye in the mirror.

« I... I can not find him attractive ! Not him ! »

FJ passed his hand over his fly. His cock deflated, but the signal remained clear.

He sighed heavily. Things were becoming...

His life was a nightmare. No more mother or sister. An alcoholic father. Few friends, all as few popular at school as he was. And now this...

FJ shook his head to dispel the image that encrusted in him.

It was not the fact... He knew for a while, he always knew he was made to love men. But he would never have thought that his tormentor would make him such an effect. Firm and thick bodies... FJ had always appreciated. But it was Gruff...

He asked to himself what could happened to have a so strong lust for his bullier. After all, Gruff had nothing for him.

FJ sighed. He forced not to lie to himself. He knew he was wrong. Gruff was taller, almost a head more than he was. He was heavily muscled, and he liked to wear tights clothes, showing his body. Even his scent was a call for lust. FJ tried to focus on his behaviour. He was so selfish, so arrogant. He didn't made any effort in classes, knowing his future was on a field. He always acted like an asshole. Gruff was a asshole, but with a wonderful ass.

FJ sighed again. Now he had Gruff's ass in mind. As far back into of lions' den, perhaps the next two hours would give him something to change his minds.

He looked at his watch. Barely two minutes passed. FJ came out of the toilet and returned to the room and joined his place as the professor began his lesson. FJ saw, looking up, a new figure among students. The boy seemed interested in Professor's words. FJ tried to focus on them. But the arrival of a new student at this time of the year intrigued him enough to promise to learn a little more.

Without realizing it, FJ had driven the visions out of his mind and his mood somewhat improved.