'Dozer's always been fat, the way his clothes fit him I never did manage to tell if `he rose to the occasion' when we were pounding those little geeks, anyhow, none of the boys ever told on us.'Dozer's always been fat, the way his clothes fit him I never did manage to tell if `he rose to the occasion' when we were pounding those little geeks, anyhow, none of the boys ever told on us. "So 'Doze..." I said to him one day after school, after about my fifth session with Todd. We were hanging out at 'Dozer's house; his mother worked, his older sister was doing some club thing at the High School. His younger sister wasn't around. She kept pretty scarce; she was in the sixth grade, in the Jr High with us, I pretty much ignored her. "You ever thought about what it'd be like to fuck a boy up the ass?" He got the weirdest look on his face. He was my best friend, but that doesn't mean I knew what went on in his head. "Whatta you askin' me??" Dozer sat on the floor, resting his back on the bed, giving me the weirdest look as he picked at a zit on his neck. He was a big fucking kid I think he topped the scales at like 185-200 lbs; sure he was tall, he was like my height back then, 5'6" but he was still a whale. He wasn't stupid, but he got shit grades because he was ugly and he didn't suck up like I did. I was shameless man, I wanted a free ride, and I got it. I didn't mind handing leftovers to my friend. I sat in his rickety desk chair, facing him. "I'm just askin' if you ever thought about pokin' yr dick in some faggot's ass, if you ever thought about using a little fairy like a girlfriend." Dozer looked at me for a while, and he started laughing. "Yr poking that kid they're making you hang out with!" He howled, rolling around on his bedroom floor, tears running from his face. I jumped on him and started punching at him, laughing and wrestling. 'Dozer managed to pin me, he had the weight advantage by at least 50 lbs. "Man," Dozer smacked me playfully, "you been holding out on me you hosebag!" "Hey, be nice or I won't invite you over to the kid's house this weekend. *** That Sunday I forced 'Dozer into a nice yellow golf shirt and a pair of tan chinos; his better looking school clothes. God, remember dress codes?? My brother Chuck got sent home from the High School once and told to shave; no facial hair allowed. |