Desperado - A Random Story

Okay so Mum and Dad were out and I figured that this would be the night!

I knew it was here somewhere as Dad had left in the loo one night.

Honey Magazine.

And here I was buzzing like a whole hive of bees wanting to get my hands on it.

The guys in school always go on about who they've kissed and who they've slept with. Some of them have even dated the girls.

Not me.

The girls just tease me. They ask me out but they just giggle at me with their friends. If I manage to say anything at all its 'No'. Just out of total embarrassment.

But I'm a guy. I really like girls. REALLY like them.

They just don't like me.

Take today for instance. There's usually a day doesn't go by when I'm not pestered by one girl or another.

Today was no different, except that it was her.

The one girl I actually liked.

Jennifer Stoneham.

Man, if there was one girl I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of, it was her!

It was lunch time and most things happen at lunch time. I reckon its partly the excitement at having no work for an hour combined with the frustration that a lot of that time is eaten away waiting in line for a school dinner.

So here I am minding my own business standing in line for lunch. Suddenly there's a crash up ahead. I look up the queue to see Jennifer, hands in the air, shock on her face (I love the way her nose wrinkles!) staring down at the floor. There was a big mess from where her tray had obviously fallen.

Everyone just stood and stared until one of the dinner ladies said, 'Well? Are you just going to stand there appreciating the abstract representation of the destruction of the agricultural industry in the UK or are you going to clean it up?'

She's a funny one, that dinner lady. I think she goes to evening class or something.

Jennifer bent down and started gingerly stabbing at the kaleidoscope of vegetables on the floor. I know adults think its hard enough getting teenagers to tidy up after themselves at the best of times. I think the stereotype was being proved right here.

The guys she usually hung around with were just smirking. I don't get why she's with them. Her girlfriends had a look of disdain and made no move to help.

I couldn't bear her being humiliated like this so I stepped forward.

'Here let me help' I heard myself say.

She looked up at me.

She looked up.

At Me!

She pushed some of her long black hair back behind her ear and her eyes darted around to gauge everyone's reaction.

'Thanks.' She said and looked back down to the food.

Thinking about it now. We probably had the whole canteen looking at us. All I could see was her.

I knelt down and flipped the tray back over. I kept glancing across to her as I placed the plate back on the tray and used the flat side of her knife to start scraping food back on to it.

My parents worked long hours so I usually had to fend for myself. Hence the lack of a packed lunch. Even I'm not good enough to make a sandwich first thing in the morning!

Jennifer had stopped her attempts and was just watching me.

Our eyes met.

'ooo-ooh! Johnny's in luuuurve!'

That was Mark.

I hate him.

Mark Bridges, the bane of my life. He's not the meanest guy in the school and he's not the most popular either. He's into drama and stuff. Everyone thinks he's gonna be an actor. His friends are a mix of goths, swots and the athletics team. Worst of all he lives next door so I can never escape him.

The moment was gone and I finished up. Jennifer stood and turned to walk away. My eyes followed as she took my heart with her.

'Watch out Jenny! He's looking up your skirt!'

There are times when I wished I was the kind who responded to things with my fists. I wasn't going to.

People were watching. I wanted the show to be over. Unfortunately, Mark lived for the limelight.

The laughter that rocked the room gave him his approval.

Even though I wanted to disappear down a dark hole I clung onto the look in Jennifer's eyes. Had she actually seen me. ME?

'He's on his knees. He's going to propose marriage!'

The laughter rolled around the canteen again. I was thankful for small mercies. I was in a safe space. If I'd been outside I'm sure his words would have been chosen to humiliate me further.

I got up and meekly and returned to my place in the queue. I felt like Moses as the line parted for me. There was no danger of me being jostled at the counter.

The dinner lady dishing out the slops gave me a look I didn't really understand. I made my way over to an empty table. My friends were probably well into their game of soccer at the moment. I was going to wolf this food down and join them as soon as I could.

Instead all I could do was push my food around as I was lost in the memory of that olive skin, the black hair and those green eyes.

Before I had a chance to feel too morose I heard the chair next to me scrape.

'Can I sit down?'

I knew who it was before I turned around. My heart had already lept into my mouth.

A strangled word came out. I think it was 'yes' but she was already in the chair.

'Hi' she said.

'...hi' I said in a slightly more human voice.

'I wanted to say thank you for what you did.'

'sure'

There was a pause. I guess she was used to guys being a bit more mouthy.

'Well, I know we're in a few classes together so if you want to say hi again, or any other word you choose to mangle, then feel free.'

If I could have been anymore dumbfounded then I would have been. Instead I entered the negative zone and my nerves took over.

'I..I..definitely. I mean thank you. umm...no...uhh...yes.' I saw her try to stifle a smile.

'When I can stop shaking inside I'd love to be able to have a normal conversation with you.'

'That's great.' said Jennifer as she stood up again. 'It's Friday tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you in town at Georgie's'.

'You will.' I replied, forgetting that I had never been 'in town' on Friday before and I've never managed to get away with looking older than my sixteen years either!

As she walked back to her friends. I caught Mark scowling at me. He obviously wasn't happy that something had gone my way.

I flipped him.

'Stick that!' my eyes said. He turned back to his friends.

Since then the excitement has been building inside me and combined with my imagination's efforts to determine exactly how far I'd get with Jennifer tomorrow it has grown exponentially.

I really needed that magazine.

It had been a little while since Mum and Dad had left and they hadn't nipped back for anything so I figured they were gone for the night now.

Woo hoo! I had all evening with me and my honey!

My limited sexual imagination only went so far and my desires wanted to go further. I needed inspiration to think about Jennifer so I could find release.

The first place I looked was the loo. I don't know why. Maybe it was because it was the only place I'd seen it before.

No luck.

In my fervent state though I noticed an nearly empty loo roll on the wall.

I wonder... My mind started getting creative!

It was rough but a bit loose. I had to grip it to get any sensation. It wasn't very sexy. I wanted more!!

I threw it in the bin, a bit crumpled but otherwise as I'd found it.

I moved onto the landing. There was an airing cupboard. I was sure there were towels in there that hadn't been taken out for years. Maybe it was in there somewhere?

Climbing up on the shelves to reach the very top I felt around. My hand came across a box. I brought it down to check inside.

The box said it contained a neck massager. Opening it I was disappointed to find out that's exactly what it contained. I guess it had been put up there because it never got used. I'd certainly never seen my parents using it.

Cursing my luck I put it back. I should've known I wouldn't find it in there. Dad never went near that cupboard as mum did all the washing.

I glanced across the hall. The most obvious place was their room.

Where was Danny Ocean when I needed him?

I cautiously stepped into my parent's bedroom. I expected alarm bells to go off as I moved further in. The laser beams must be invisible.

Ransacking is probably an overstatement, but I left no stone unturned as I went through the bedroom. I didn't want to leave any evidence of my intrusion.

My efforts were rewarded when I found it hidden amongst some knitting magazines. I have no idea who those belonged to. I think I would have felt more shame at being found with those!

My elation was mixed with a kind of desperation.

What now?!!

I decided to go downstairs and stretch on the sofa. I could sit up and be comfortable like that.

Making my way downstairs I looked around. My paranoia about what I was about to do got the better of me and I locked the front door, which led straight into the living room, so that my parents couldn't burst in at the wrong moment!

Treating the magazine like a holy object, not wanting to damage it so that Dad would notice, I laid down on the sofa. I wriggled my trousers and pants down a bit and then paid the magazine some attention.

Honey Magazine - Girlz for Guyz Like U.

It was full of hot babes who looked only a bit older than me. I tried not to think this was what my Dad liked. I also did my best not to think of my Mum either.

I turned the pages carefully, taking in each picture, each pose, each detail. Both hidden and on show.

This was like a sex overload!

I found it difficult to leave each page, but the next page always seemed more exciting than the last.

All the girls were blond so far but the next one...Wow!

She wasn't quite like Jennifer as her hair was longer and even blacker than hers. My body reacted immediately.

I slipped myself into my hand enjoying the hardness.

I'd done this before but it never felt quite the way it did tonight. I felt like there was a fire inside me and there was only one way to quench it!

I started slowly as I took in the pictures on the page and married them to my memory of Jennifer.

Soon I'd lost the need for the magazine as I was lost in mix of fantasy and pleasure I had never known.

'Rat-at-at-tat!'

'FUCK ME!!!' I shouted as I was torn with great force back into reality.

I launched myself off the sofa in fright, forgetting where I was and tripping up as my trousers tangled around my legs.

'If you really want me to!'

I looked at the front door where the voice had come from. The letter box was open and there was a pair of eyes sparkling with amusement.

MARK!!!!

'What the hell do you want!' I shouted furiously whilst trying to pull myself up and save what little dignity I had left.

The letterbox snapped shut and I could hear howls of laughter.

'Fuck off back home!' I was still hyped and embarrasment, fear, anger and frustration created a heady mix of emotion.

'My Dad wants his golf clubs back.'

I looked near the door and there they were. So thats what Dad had said as he left. I hadn't really been listening, my mind was elsewhere.

Our Dads got on quite well. Well enough to split the cost of a full golf caddy.

How was I going to explain why I hadn't handed them over without turning beetroot red as I lied through my teeth?

I got myself sorted, but my underwear was very uncomfortable as I dealt with a wierd feeling of arousal at having been caught. I just wish it hadn't been him.

Why him?!!

'Okay you can come in, get the clubs and go okay?' I demanded.

'I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be either.' He replied.

'As long as we understand each other.'

I opened the door and let him in.

'So what were you looking at?' Mark said as he dashed inside, picking the magazine up off the floor and dumping himself on the sofa. He ran his hand over where I'd been sitting on the sofa.

'Get out!'

'I'll get it out if you want me too?' and he undid his zip.

'Put that away!' I inistinctively shut the door in case anyone saw.

'Make me!'

I was at a loss for words. I was still horny as hell and now one of the greatest frustrations of my life was preventing me from finding relief!

'Please just take the clubs and go.' I pleaded.

He was just sat there magazine in one hand, stroking with the other. I'd never seen another hard-on before. Then I noticed that Mark wasn't actually looking at the magazine.

'We used to be friends didn't we?' he said.

'That was until you started being nasty to me.'

He looked me in the eyes. There was something behind them. I didn't have to wait to long to find out what it was.

'I really fancy you Johnny. I always have. I'm gay.'

My heart dropped like a stone. The past few years suddenly took on a new meaning.

He leant forward and confidently put his hand inside my trousers. In my rush I hadn't done up the zipper.

Feeling someone's touch on my dick was amazing. That it was someone who had become my mortal enemy was confusing. I was too numb to even bother with the fact that it was a guy.

I was now on another level of hardness. I had to put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I went weak at the knees.

He pulled it out.

'Johnny.'

'..hunh?'

'I have to say that is the biggest dick I've ever seen.'

'whhu?'

I could hardly breath. The tension in me was enormous. My chest was tight and my breathing shallow. I could feel myself going lightheaded.

What was I doing?

'I was so jealous that you got on with Jennifer today.' Mark said as he pulled the skin right down causing a wave of pleasure that went right through me.

'You've always liked her. But I wanted you.' He started slowly moving his hand up and down my dick, twisting a little everytime he reached the top.

'Do you know how that feels. To see the guy you have feelings for lusting after someone else?' He moved his head close and gently blew across the tip.

'I had no intention of doing this, but seeing you on the sofa. I just can't stop myself.' I put my other hand on his head as he placed his lips on me. My breath getting shakier still as I held back on my nerves. I still wasn't sure I wanted to be doing this.

'mmmm. Johnny.'

I brought myself up on tip toes as he placed his mouth around my dick and brought it in. How was this happening? I was too horny to really care!

He did things to me I didn't even know you could do.

I couldn't believe I was about to find relief in this way!

'uh...uh...uh...'

'Johnny?'

'yeh.'

Mark pulled away and licked his lips 'I need to go now'

'no.'

'I'm sorry I need to.' He stood up. 'I'm enjoying this but I know I'm just here at the right time and right place.'

He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, mopping up his saliva.

'You need to choose Johnny. She's never really noticed you. She may be paying you some attention at the moment but her mind, and everything else, is on other guys'

Suck my dick. That's all I wanted to say, but I could see that would be just using him. I could live with that though. He hurt me a lot over the last few years. Why can't I just get some payback?

'Good night Johnny' and he was gone.

I was totally deflated. In mind as well as body.

Was there really a choice? There was what I wanted and what was on offer.

I tidied myself up and put the magazine away and plonked on the sofa.

A big sigh escaped me, as did time, my mind rushing with thoughts and possibilities.

When my parents came home I was relieved.

I gave my Mum a big hug and went to bed saying nothing.

Tomorrow was another day.

But I would be more than just a day older.









Character: Insert Plot: Honey Resolution: Relieve