Billy & My Pants

Billy and My Pants

By Jimmy

(t/t auth rape anal spank)

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His name was Billy Ross, but I thought of him as Bully Ross. I had learned
to hate him years before. I guess he started picking on me the first time he
ever saw me. I had learned to avoid him as much as I could. No matter how
much I tried to steer clear of him, he always seemed to pop up.

I was at the creek once, fishing. Billy appeared out of nowhere and threw me
in the creek. When I tried to get out, he’d just push me back in. Sometimes,
it would be a spitball. Other times, he’d do something like trip me, or
shove me. That’s why I started thinking of him as Bully Ross.

I’d picture myself growing bigger, getting stronger. I’d picture myself
kicking his ass in front of a crowd. I’d picture things like that, but it
just never seemed to happen. So, I just did my best to avoid him. That never
seemed to happen, either.

I lived over three miles from school, but I walked home. I didn’t want to
ride on the bus with Billy. Billy would give me hell on the bus, and the bus
driver would look the other way.

I don’t know why Billy had it in for me. I never could figure it out. He was
a year older then me, but other than that, we actually had a lot in common.
We were both pretty poor. Neither one of us had a father. Both of us were
unpopular, almost invisible to the kid’s that were better off.

But Billy seemed to live just to give me hell. And he sure was good at
making my life miserable. Billy got worse every year.

It was August 17th, there was a heat wave going on. It was so hot, I even
thought about riding the bus home. I thought about Billy. Billy would be on
that bus! I decided to bear the heat, and walk home. I left the school, and
looked around. I watched some of the kids getting into their parents nice
air-conditioned cars. I guess we all can’t be lucky.

I started my walk home, taking the short cuts. My Mom was working the
afternoon shift at the 7-11. I decided to go by there and see if she would
give me a free Slurpy. I thought about Billy as I cut through the alley on
Second Street. Billy lived on Second Street, so I kept low and walked in the
alley.

I could see his house. My Mom and me may be poor, but at least we took care
of our yard. I looked at how bad their place needed work. Somehow, I was
feeling better! I may be poor, but at least I wasn’t white trash like Billy!

That’s when the rock hit me! It hit me in the spot where males aren’t
supposed to get hit! The rock hit me right between my legs, and I grabbed my
balls, and stopped moving! I heard Billy’s laughter!

I figured I needed to ignore the ache from my balls and start running! About
then, Billy’s body hit me and knocked me down! I was mad! I was still
hurting, but I was mad! He was on top on me, for a few seconds. I twisted
out from underneath him, and rolled away!

As I started to get up, Billy tackled me again! He rolled me over on my
back, and sat on my belly. He then pinned my arms to the ground. I bucked
and squirmed, but Billy didn’t budge this time. He looked at me in triumph.

“I’m gonna kick your ass now!” Billy said. “You’re gonna get it!”

I couldn’t shift his weight off of me. I couldn’t get loose. Billy was
bigger, he was stronger, and he had me good. I hadn’t given up, though. I
figured I was smarter, and brains over brawn came to mind. I got an idea,
and I let out a moaning noise, and closed my eyes. I wasn’t playing dead,
but trying to make him think I passed out.

I breathed slow, and hoped he couldn’t feel my heart pounding. I felt him
shift a little, but I stayed still.

“I know your faking, Johnny, I can tell you’re faking!” Billy said, but I
could sense almost a question in his voice.

Now, he let loose of one of my arms. He shook my head, “Stop faking!” he
yelled. I didn’t make a movement.

Billy let loose of my other arm, but his weight still held me. I heard him
laugh, and felt a cold chill run through me. It still wasn’t the time for me
to try and break free. I almost opened my eyes when I felt his hands pulling
my mouth open.

I still played passed out and let him open my mouth. I shouldn’t have done
that! Billy hacked a big wad of his spit, right in my mouth!