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Thomas 31
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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-- Chapter Thirty-One
Thomas thought the day would never end. Ever since he and Lou had
arrived at school, they had been bombarded with questions about Debbie.
And he just couldn't concentrate on what went on in the classroom. He
was glad it was gym period. At least here, he didn't have to pay
attention to what the teacher was trying to say.
While he changed into his gym uniform he heard several guys, in the
next row of lockers, talking about what had happened to Debbie.
". . . and I heard my mom saying to my dad that the guy had used a
knife."
"Must have been some really fucked up weirdo to have to do shit like
that."
"I can't understand why anyone would rape a girl. I mean there's
enough around who would do it willingly. You don't force some chick
like that."
"Why do you think it was rape?"
Thomas recognized Rodger's voice.
"But everyone says it was rape. What else would you call it?"
"I dunno. I can't see Debbie refusing someone. Shit, we all know
how easy she is," Rodger replied. "Remember what Billy Jenkins said
about her."
"He never said she fucked. Just that she'd gave good head. Seems
to me if the girl don't wanna fuck, and someone forces her, that's
rape. How else do you explain how she got beaten up like that. And
stabbed, besides."
"That's easy," Rodger replied with a chuckle. "We all remember the
time her old man caught her and Billy. He beat the shit out of her so
bad, she was off school for a week. I figure he caught her fucking
someone the other night, and really fixed her this time. And then
after, he got scared and told the police she was raped."
"I guess you could be right. But that still doesn't explain the
knife wounds. And besides, she seeing Weird Tom. And somehow, I just
can't picture the two of them fucking."
Rodger laughed at that. "True, that fag would be lucky if he could
even figure out what to do with his cock. But I can tell you the chick
fucks. And like a champ too. Both Dale and I have had our cocks up
her hot cunt."
"No shit? She really fucks? No shit!"
"No shit," Rodger replied. "And boy is she hot, too. She'll do
anything you want. Even begs for it. Shit, she's a fucking nympho.
Can't get enough of it."
Thomas didn't know why Rodger was saying these terrible things about
Debbie. Obviously, Rodger was lying. He couldn't take any more of
this, and walked around the locker to confront Rodger.
"You're a liar," he said to Rodger.
"Well, lookie here, if it ain't the weirdo fag himself. And how
would you know if I was lying or not?"
"I know Debbie. And I know she would never do stuff like that."
"You don't know shit. And you certainly don't know your slutty
girlfriend that well. Shit, you must be the only guy that ain't
fucking her. Did you know she like to suck cock? Did you know she
begged to be fucked? Did you know she begged to be fucked in the ass,
too?"
Thomas couldn't take any more. He moved closer to Rodger and said,
"You're lying. I know you are. Take it back. Take all those lies
back!"
Rodger laughed. "And if I don't? What are you going to do? You
ain't man enough to fuck your own girl. Not man enough, so she has to
go around fucking any cock she can get her hands on."
Thomas shoved Rodger against the lockers. "You're lying. She isn't
like that at all."
Rodger came away from the locker, and threw a punch that caught
Thomas across the mouth. Thomas staggered back from the force of the
blow.
"Think you're man enough to take me on, fag? Comon, try it."
Rodger grabbed Thomas and threw him against the lockers. Thomas
fell into an open locker, and became entangled in the clothes. He
struggled to free himself. Rodger slammed against the locker door,
catching Thomas across the back.
Thomas pushed hard against the door, trying to gain some breathing
room. The door gave, and he moved slowly backward, trying to catch his
breath. Before he could free himself completely, Rodger again slammed
the door on him.
Pain shot up his arm as it was caught between the door and the edge
of the locker. He heard a sharp crack, and knew the bone was broken.
Tears came to his eyes caused by the excruciating pain. He shoved
against the door, at last freeing himself. He leaned back against the
locker for support, clutching his broken arm.
Rodger stood before him. "Comon fag. Show us what a real man you
are. Maybe you'd rather suck cock?"
Thomas tried to push himself off the locker. As he moved forward,
Rodger punched him in the stomach. And again the wind was knocked out
of him. Thomas noticed a crowd had gathered at either end of the row,
but no one made a move to stop what was going on.
Rodger reached behind him and suddenly a knife appeared in his hand.
"Comon fag. Let's see if you suck cock as good as your girlfriend, the
slut. Maybe you need a bit of persuading with Snake. It certainly
made her more willing."
Thomas heard what Rodger said. But his mind refused to understand.
Rodger? Rodger was the one? His best friend was the one who had raped
his girlfriend. He felt anger explode inside him. Bracing himself
against the locker, his foot kicked out, catching Rodger's wrist. The
knife flew from Rodger's hand, as he screamed in pain.
"You broke my fucking wrist, you fucking bastard. I'm going to
fucking kill you."
"You aren't going to hurt anyone, any more," Thomas said in a low
voice, moving closer to where Rodger stood clutching his wrist. He
backhanded Rodger across the face with all his strength. He continued
to follow Rodger, hitting him again and again until Rodger fell to the
floor, almost unconscious.
And even then, Thomas couldn't stop. His foot lashed out, catching
Rodger in the stomach. Again he kicked, this time catching the ribs.
The force of the last kick caused Rodger to rolled over onto his back.
Thomas moved until he was standing over the fallen body. He calmly
lashed out with the toe of his shoe, catching Rodger hard between the
legs. Before Rodger could do anything, Thomas brought his foot down
hard, grinding his heel into the groin.
Someone grabbed Thomas from behind and pulled him away from the now
still body. Pain enveloped him as hands roughly pulled on his broken
arm. He slumped against whoever was holding him, and passed out.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 31 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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