Revenge on a Prom King

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.

Dedication: inspired by Carrie by Stephen King and based on ideas suggested by @SphFan.

Harrie: Revenge on a Prom King Chapter I - Misery

JUMP BALL

It was like slow motion as Harrie watched Chris coming towards him.

Chris was tall, about six foot three, and he wore size 14 sneakers. His black hair was wet with sweat and plastered to his forehead. Chris was wearing a vest that was eschew to reveal his right nipple; as he reached up to wipe his face, Chris exposed an armpit with a wealth of dark hair in the concave. As Chris walked, his shorts billowed around his thighs which were toned and prickly with hair. Chris's lower legs weren't particularly hairy, but the hairs were was flattened to his skin from the exertion of the game.

The movements of the other players on the basketball court were a mixture of gloating triumph and ungracious irritation. However, it was Chris who held Harrie's attention and by the time the team captain was within arm's length of Harrie, everyone was looking.

The slow motion came to an abrupt end as Chris extended his arms – oh, pits – and shoved Harrie hard in the chest. Harrie staggered backwards and landed on his butt.

"You're fucking useless!" Chris raged.

"Ok, Chris. Chill," William said breathlessly.

Chris rounded on him with a scowl and William's smile wavered.

"Easy for you to say!" Chris exploded. "You didn't have this useless faggot on your team!"

"Chris!" Mr Collins admonished.

"Sorry, I mean homosexual," Chris corrected himself facetiously.

Most of the kids on the court and in the stands laughed at the faux apology. Chris preened as he drank in the attention of his classmates. Then Chris turned on Harrie who was still on the floor and offered him a hand up. Harrie put his hand in Chris – it was hot and slippery and when Harrie looked up, he could see the hairs on Chris's arms and in his armpit.

Billy, Chris's best friend had called Mr Collin's attention so the teacher had turned away which was why Harrie was halfway to his feet when Chris let his hand go and Harrie fell back to the floor with a thud. Harrie blushed at the unwanted attention that came in the form of laughter at his expense.

To add insult to injury, Chris pulled off his vest – damp with musky, manly sweat – and threw it in Harrie's face.

"I hope your better at laundry than defence," Chris snarled.

Oh my god! Chris was so hot! His chest was muscular and heaving, his pecs peppered with hair that met in the middle and then ran down through his abdomen and into his shorts. Harrie had imagined what was in those shorts so many times.

Chris was a tall, smoking hot eighteen year old Senior. Even his back was sexy – smooth and glistening as he romantically held hands with Billy... ok, they high fived, but it still looked cool and sexy. Chris's shorts flapped against the back of his thighs and his butt was a pair of juicy mounds.

Being called a faggot had hurt because Harrie hadn't come out at school. Everyone just thought he was gay because he was quiet, sensitive, had good grades and didn't have a girlfriend. As it happened, Harrie was gay but the only person who knew that was his best friend Sam.

Harrie's dad, Garrett, was a frighteningly religious man. He was a very strict disciplinarian and critical of everything Harrie did. Harrie's mom had died when he was a year old and the eighteen year old had always sensed that his father blamed him.

Also, his dad literally blamed him.

"Hey, I'm sorry, dude," said Billy.

Harrie looked up to see Chris's best friend. Like Chris, Billy was unacceptably attractive. However, unlike Chris, Billy was not 100% a dick. In fact, for the last few weeks, Billy had been... nice. It was a change of tune that was suspicious and jarring. Billy admonished Chris when he was being especially harsh and called time to bouts of bullying in a way that was almost sympathetic to Harrie.

"Just ignore him. Chris'll get over it," Billy said and wandered off to join the others.

Harrie watched him go, still sitting on the hard floor.

"Are you ok?" asked Sam.

The indoor court was nearly empty now. The spectators had left the stands and sidelines and the boys had headed into the locker room. Sam offered Harrie a hand, which he took because he could trust his friend not to let him go.

"Chris was being totally unfair!" Sam offered supportively. "The ball was headed straight for your head. Besides, you didn't even touch it, but it missed you."

Back on his feet, Harrie reached down and picked up Chris's vest that had fallen to the floor. Harrie gave it a sniff and Sam groaned.

"Gross!" Sam said.

"What? He smells good," Harrie defended.

"He's a giant jerk!" Sam reminded his friend.

"I bet he has," Harrie joked and nudged Sam's arm.

The pair laughed and knocked each other around the basketball court as they headed towards the locker room, each imagining Chris jerking a big cock. Harrie was almost always the last in the locker room because he worked in the school after hours cleaning up after the filthy sportsball kids. Basketball, football, volleyball, baseball, dodgeball... there were lots of ballgames at Torrence High School.

Harrie was the butt of a lot of jokes for having to tidy up the football field, handle dirty uniforms and jocks in the locker room and collect dirty towels from the showers. Harrie resented the jokes not only because of the meanspirited bullying, but also because he did it to earn money and take responsibility.

"Oh shoot, I gotta go!" Sam suddenly said as he looked at his watch.

"Looking after little brother again?" asked Harrie.

"Mum and dad are working late," Sam added.

"See you later," Harrie waved his friend goodbye.

Sam ran ahead to collect his bag from the locker room while Harrie lingered to collect the discarded basketball and a few other vests that had been ditched by the hot players on the team. There was always at least three guys who took their vests off on the court after a game to show off their physique's for the girls.

They were no longer warm, but there were moist with sweat. Harrie checked no-one was watching before burying his whole face in the pile in his hands and inhaling. Fuck it was hard being a closeted gay kid; even if he was a closeted gay kid who everyone thought was gay.

Harrie pushed into the locker room where he knew most kids would already have vacated and headed for home. The room smelled of nebulised BO from the showers, with steam rolling into the changing area itself, and deodorant.

"Oh, someone's enjoying themselves," laughed Ross. "Chris!"

Chris had changed into a pair of fresh shorts and a t-shirt. He looked over and burst out laughing at Harrie. Harrie hadn't realised the effect the vests had on him, but everyone else could see it. His shorts were tented with a raging boner.

Harrie was humiliated by the laughter as he dumped the vests into a laundry basket. Most kids put their uniforms or towels in the basket, but there were always some discarded around the locker room. Harrie tried to busy himself and ignore the ridicule, but Chris was having none of that.

Chris snuck up on Harrie and pulled his shorts down to his ankles.

Harrie looked around in surprise and embarrassment. As his shorts fell, Harrie had felt the waistband tug on his erection. Harrie was painfully hard. The exposure of his underwear caused even more laughter; Chris was joined by William, Tommy, Ross, Blake, Ewan and even Billy. The studs of Torrence High School. The Bullies.

"Fucking briefs?" Chris laughed with faux hysteria.

"I'm surprised his daddy doesn't have him in a chastity belt," Blake sniggered.

Harrie tried to pull his shorts up but a shove sent him onto the floor where Chris pulled Harrie's shorts off his sneakered feet.

"Let's see what you have then," Chris sneered.

"No!" Harrie yelped and tried to scramble away.

Before Harrie knew it, William and Tommy were holding his wrists while Ross was holding his feet and Chris was advancing on Harrie's underwear. Harrie's erect penis was tenting the briefs too, stretching the leg holes so his testicles nearly fell out.

"Aw look at him wriggle," Chris teased.

A basketball suddenly launched itself across the room from nowhere.

"Was that you?" Chris demanded of Ross, Blake and Ewan who were just loitering and offering immoral support.

"Not us," they replied.

Chris harrumphed and grabbed Harrie's briefs and pulled them down to his knees. The head of Harrie's cock was caught by the waistband so it was pulled out to 90 degrees from his abdomen before snapping down with a satisfying twack. For all the bullies could tease him about, Harrie's dick was not one of them.

His cock was an impressive seven inches.

There was a moderately impressed gasp from the other boys, except for Chris who looked at him with loathing. Harrie's mighty cock throbbed despite the humiliation of being exposed. Chris pulled the briefs below the knees and Ross whisked them off Harrie's feet.

"Take off his shirt," Chris ordered.

Despite his struggles, they were able to render Harrie shirtless within a few seconds and then restrain him again. Harrie was now naked and erect in front of the worst boys in school. Harrie had hardly any chest hair and his pit and pubic hair were on the short side of normal.

"Oh, that things ready to pop, isn't it!" Chris mocked the exposed dick.

Chris grabbed Harrie's cock and gave it a few yerks.

"Ohh!!!"

"Dude!"

"Jerk him!"

"Jerk him!"

"Make it shoot!"

"Gross!"

Harrie couldn't believe Chris was jerking him off. It felt awesome. It felt terrible. First guy to jerk him off and it was a bully who was trying to degrade him. It felt awesome though. Then Harrie thought about his dad... not in that way... and how angry he'd be. How disappointed he'd be.

Wicked! Disgraceful! Sinful! Reprobate! Abomination! Degenerate!

Harrie squeaked out a moan of pleasure, wriggling and twisting, but he couldn't get free.

"He likes it, Chris," Billy spoke for the first time.

"Course he does. He's a fag!" Chris spat.

Harrie couldn't believe a boy was jerking him off but calling him a homo.

Oh fuck, Blake was recording him!

Harrie didn't last long. A minute later, cock erupted ropes of cum. Thick creamy gouts of goo dashed across his smooth chest and tummy and then oozed onto into his pubes. Harrie cried out in ecstasy and looked down at himself in something resembling disbelief. He couldn't believe that had just happened.

"I... I didn't know it felt like that," Harrie said.

He didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Oh my fucking god, Harrie!" Chris laughed cruelly. "Was that your first time cumming?"

Harrie blushed with the deepest embarrassment ever as the seven bullies laughed at him.

"Fuck, it was?" Billy laughed hilariously.

Chris shoved his fingers in Harrie's mouth, making him taste his own spunk. The only time Chris had ever ejaculated was when he'd had a wet dream. His dad had been so angry. But that felt amazing.

"That's the first time I ever..." Harrie admitted.

"That's pathetic! You're eighteen and never came before?" Chris mocked him further.

Chris stood up and pulled his phone out, snapping a picture of Harrie who didn't even notice that he had been let go. Chris laughed at the result, relishing the mortifying experience of Harrie's exposure. When Harrie finally notice he was free, he tried to cover up, which just created more embarrassing pictures.

"Come on, Chris. You can stop now," Billy said gently.

"Fine," Chris grudgingly agreed.

Harrie tried to scramble to his feet but Chris grabbed him and with help from Ewan, Ross and Blake they picked Harrie up and dumped him in the dirty laundry basket. Harrie had started to shout and protest, not liking the feeling of their hands all over his legs, his spent dick flopping and sloshing remnants of cum.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" demanded a voice.

"Fuck," Chris muttered.

They'd have been off the hook if Coach Buckley had been the one to walk in but Mr Collins was `just' a PE teacher and not the Coach.

Mr Collins advanced on the group and saw Harrie struggling to get out of the laundry basket. His bare legs were flailing over the rim and when the teacher got closer, he was Harrie's perineum and genitals were exposed and there was ejaculate on his bare chest.

Mr Collins rounded on the bullies.

"Detention!" Mr Collins said.

The bullies groaned and protested.

"C'mon, it was a joke," Billy asserted.

"Two weeks!" Mr Collins added.

"Two weeks? Fuck off!" Chris complained.

"I can make it three," Mr Collins said.

Harrie had pulled himself out of the basket and was pulling his shorts on before looking for a shirt to cover his nipples. Harrie couldn't believe the bullies had done that and taken naked pics, but a teacher seeing him nude too was the worst.

"Are you ok?" Mr Collins asked.

Harrie nodded because he knew he couldn't say otherwise, not with the most popular boys in school as his antagonists.

"Any more of this and you'll be banned from prom, got it?" Mr Collins warned the group but the comment was directed at Chris.

The boys gradually dispersed until Mr Collins too exited the room, leaving only Harrie and Chris.

"Better get my jock out of the showers, big boy," Chris said sarcastically before storming out.

A BIG PROBLEM

Harrie whined and mumbled, rolling over onto his stomach. Even in his sleep Harrie felt the pleasure of his cock pressing into the mattress. Harrie humped the mattress until the head of his cock popped out of his sleep shorts and a sticky residue emitted from the bloated head.

Harrie's phone rattled on the bedside table, trembling against a glass of water as if it were vibrating from a phone call. There was no call at 00:19 – some other power was causing it to move. The glass of water started to quiver too, then his lamp joined in on the palpitations.

Harrie moaned again. His cock was leaking and about to shoot for the second time in half a day.

Suddenly, Harrie's phone jumped off the bedside table and thudded to the floor. Then his lamp summersaulted into the wall.

There was a sound of movement from the room next door, shuffling, a door opening, the hall light going on. As Harrie's door opened, the glass of water launched into the air, hitting the ceiling and shattering nosily. Garrett White watched as the shards of glass and the water all remained suspended for a few seconds before dropping. The glass landed on the floor and the water landed on Harrie.

Harrie awoke with a start, twisting in bed and turning to see his dad in the doorway. He was an ominous presence of disapproval. Harrie could still feel his hardness and pulled his sheet up to cover it, hoping his dad hadn't see it.

Garrett looked around Harrie's room and his son's eyes followed the assessment of disarray. What had happened?

"Was there an earthquake?" Harrie asked, wiping water from his face.

"Clean this up," Garrett commanded. "And pray there are no more earthquakes."

Garrett spat the word "earthquake" with sceptical contempt. After slamming the door, Harrie lay back in bed and reached down to touch his aching erection. It felt good. Being touched by Chris had been... confusing and awful, but it felt good. Harrie wished it had been a different boy who made him feel that way.

Harrie stroked his big dick – was it really that big? Seven inches, was that good? Harrie had led a sheltered life so he didn't know. He knew he liked boys, but he could never tell his dad. His dad would be furious. Harrie removed his hand from his erection – it was a sin to touch himself like that.

The next day at school, Harrie thought everything would go back to normal but throughout the day the bullies kept laughing at him. Sometimes they'd just laugh knowingly – knowing he had popped an embarrassing boner after PE. Other times, it was Harrie's embarrassment that triggered the laughter.

Harrie would go into his bag and the bullies had slipped things in there: condoms, a masturbation sleeve, lube, porno magazines, a cock ring.

"Don't worry about," Sam tried to console his friend. "Just ignore them."

The bullies called attention to the filthy stash, inviting others to laugh at Harrie and making him feel even more humiliated than before. It wasn't until the afternoon that things got really bad.

"Have you seen it?" Sam asked as he rushed up to Harrie at lunchtime.

"Seen what?" Harrie asked.

Sam thrust a piece of paper into Harrie's hand. It was a picture of Harrie totally naked; his silky chest and abdomen made him look immature, his genitals were exposed and the picture captured the top of his boyish thighs. None of the bullies were in the picture – they'd been cropped out of the top and bottom of the frame. It was just Harrie and his erection with blobs of cum in his pubes and on his chesr and abdomen with his face showing traces of spunk around his lips.

"Oh my goodness," Harrie said.

The smirks and giggles and sneers and glares were unbearable. Everyone was looking at him. Harrie didn't know how many people had seen him exposed like this. How many pictures had they printed? Who even printed pictures now adays? Harrie screwed up the picture and shoved it in his back with the trove of other embarrassing gifts from the bullies.

How many kids in the school had seen him naked? Harrie dreaded to think. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. The glass window beside Harrie suddenly cracked causing him and Sam to jump back.

"Where did you find this?" Harrie pleaded.

"On the door of the cafeteria," Sam revealed. "I snatched one from the Senior common room too."

Sam didn't mention that he planned to keep it because he didn't realise how hot his friend was or how big his dick was. Plus, neither of them knew the picture had been uploaded (and likely downloaded) so even if he found every printout, his exposure was irreversible.

"This is terrible," Harrie whined. "Why would they do this?"

"Because they're jerks!" Sam reminded his friend.

"Hey Harrie."

"Hello there, stud."

"I just figured it would be the size of my pinkie."

"Is it true you never came before?"

"Harrie has a huge one!"

"You're fucking gross, man."

"Harrie, you can fill my pussy anytime,"

"Wow, imagine posting that for anyone to see."

Comments were sporadic with a mixture of muttered taunts and in-your-face mockery. Some people just looked and sniggered; some avoided him as if he was contagious. Harrie felt totally dejected. Every time he and Sam thought they'd found the last printout, another would pop up like a hydra... well, it was a picture of a snake.

Harrie didn't want to talk about how the picture came to exist while he was at school, but promised to tell Sam everything later. Lunchtime was nearly over, with as many pictures as he could find scrunched up into balls in Harrie's schoolbag, when Mr Collins found him.

"Do you want to tell me about the pictures?" Mr Collins asked in the isolation of his classroom.

Harrie shook his head.

"Has anything else happened?" Mr Collins prompted.

Harrie shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the condoms and the sex toys and magazines and all the other filth the bullies had been ridiculing him with.

"No," Harrie lied.

"I know who did this, Harrie," Mr Collins said gently.

Harrie couldn't look at the man. Had his teachers seen the nude picture.

Mr Collins had most certainly seen the naked eighteen year old and fuck me, if he wasn't a pupil Mr Collins would have let Harrie shove his fuck stick in any hole he wanted.

"I've told Chris and his friends they're banned from prom but they deny having anything to do with it," Mr Collins said bitterly. "Principal De Palma and Coach Buckley..."

Mr Collins was a good man. Good enough to feel embarrassed.

"They won't let anything happen to the basketball team. Not with prom next week and graduation only a month away," Mr Collins said resentfully.

"It's ok, sir," Harrie replied half-heartedly.

"It's not ok. You could go to the police for what they did," Mr Collins suggested.

Harrie imagined the scandal. His dad would be furious; his dad would blame him; his dad would want this kept discreet and covered up, like any good church going man when he finds out about a sex scandal.

"I can't go to Sherrif Doyle. I just want to finish high school and leave it all alone," Harrie insisted.

Mr Collins looked like he was going to argue, but decided against it. He wanted to help Harrie – he'd been there himself in Senior Year and he too had put up with it and escaped. So who was he to lecture Harrie?

It was only Tuesday and Harrie felt it was going to be a very long week with snide, persistent mocking. Harrie continued to endure ridicule and stares for the rest of the day with Sam trying to make him feel better, but he wasn't doing a very good job.

"Hey, give me my bag back!" Harrie protested as he was leaving school.

The corridors were packed with rowdy students when Chris decided to make a nuisance of himself again.

"Alright, keep your pants on," Chris replied and laughed his head off.

Billy sniggered, but caught himself.

"Hey, come on Chris, that's not cool," Billy said.

Harrie was still confused as to why Billy had changed his tune. Why was Billy defending him after years of being the second biggest antagonist in the school?

"Lay off him, ok," Billy added.

Chris rolled his eyes and threw Harrie's bag at him

"Whatever," Chris scowled.

Sam had to wait until after school to hear the full story. Harrie also had work to do tidying up the locker room. It was for and only an hour after school, but it meant it was late in the afternoon before he was home. Sam was sitting with Harrie in his bedroom as he revealed what had happened the day before.

"Then Chris started stroking my dick," Harrie recalled.

"You were naked and Chris stroked your dick?" Sam asked with awe. "Didn't think he was into that kind of thing."

"He's not. It wasn't a gay thing. He was trying to embarrass me," Harrie said. "When he saw me hard, he had a look on his face. He looked really angry and disgusted."

"No way! The homophobic bully was disgusted by your cock?" Sam said sarcastically.

"Do you want to hear the rest or not?" Harrie asked.

Sam spread his hands in a "feel free" gesture.

"He started rubbing it and I could feel... like..." Harrie got embarrassed.

Harrie and Sam talked a bit about sex, but Sam knew Harrie's dad was "a deranged bible basher" who made it very hard for Harrie to express or explore his sexuality. Harrie didn't share his dad's beliefs; he thought his dad's god was mean and stupid, whereas Harrie believed in a god who was good, just and merciful.

"I've never done that before," Harrie admitted.

This was something Harrie had never confessed, not even to Sam.

"You've never jerked off?" Sam asked as if the idea would kill him.

Harrie shrugged with embarrassment. Eighteen and as far from being a virgin as it was humanly possible to be.

"Masturbation is a sin. But when Chris rubbed it and stuff shot out, it felt amazing. They stated making fun of me for never doing it before," Harrie admitted. "Then Chris put his hand in my mouth and made me lick it off his fingers."

"Under different circumstances, that would be really hot," Sam pointed out.

"After that he took the picture..." Harrie burned with shame.

"You know..." Sam said sheepishly. "It's a nice picture."

"Shut up," Harrie admonished.

"It is. It's a bad thing they took it and showed people," Sam conceded. "But... you've got a big one."

Harrie blushed with embarrassment.

"Do I?" Harrie asked quietly.

"Yea. Really big. I bet your as big as Chris or Billy," Sam asserted. "Maybe that's why Chris was big mad."

Harrie shrugged and didn't know what to say to that. Harrie never thought of himself as one of the big boys.

"Then the team picked me up and dumped me in the laundry basket," Harrie concluded.

"Why didn't you call me after it happened?" Sam said soothingly. "Because I would have totally kicked their asses for you."

Harrie laughed.

Sam laughed.

"So... if you've never..." Sam shook his fist. "Does that mean there's other things you've never done?"

"Anything, Sam," Harrie admitted. "You know I've never done anything."

Sam went quiet because he'd always assumed Harrie did what boys do.

"You've never kissed a boy?" Sam asked timidly.

Harrie looked at him with a stricken and frightened expression before shaking his head.

Sam shuffled closer to Harrie. Harrie didn't move.

Sam put a hand on Harrie's bare knee, his fingers only just slipping into Harrie's shorts. Harrie's skin was so hot and soft. Sam leaned towards Harrie's face and their lips touched. At first it was nothing more than a pressing of lips, with gentle puckers and smooches. Then they became a little more intense. Fifteen years of friendship and nothing like this had ever happened, ever been hinted at, ever been thought of. It was nice though.

Harrie's hand accidentally landed on Sam's crotch. Sam was almost as surprised as Harrie that it happened. Sam's groin was a turgid lump, not quite hard. Sam gave Harrie's groin an experimental squeeze.

Harrie moaned hot breath into Sam's mouth. Their lips continued to kiss until Harrie sensed danger an instant before it arrived. His bedroom door flew open just as Harrie sprang back from Sam's lips and they both looked guiltily at the furious man in the doorway.

(LOCKED) IN THE CLOSET

Garrett looked at Harrie and Sam with an increasingly angry expression. Had he seen them?

"I found this in your school bag?" Garrett White said furiously.

Harrie's dad proceeded to pull out the scrunches of printouts of his nudity. Garrett threw them at Harrie in disgust.

"You, get out!" Garrett erupted at Sam.

Sam gave Harrie a fearful and apologetic look before rushing from the room. Garrett made a theatrically large space for Sam to pass him as if fearful of the boy's touch.

"I got a call from Principal De Palma," Garrett fumed. "I had to hear about this filth while I was at work. Were you trying to embarrass me? And then I came home to see you'd brought it all home with you?"

"Dad, I... I didn't..." Harrie stuttered.

"You are a disgusting and sinful child, Harrie White!" Garrett raged. "God created mankind in his own image, in the image of god he created them; male and female he created them. Say it!"

"Male and female he created them," Harrie repeated.

"Male and female, Harrie," his dad warned.

Even if his dad had not seen him kissing Sam, it was clear he knew what was in his heart.

"Yes father," Harrie said with his eyes downcast.

"Come with me," he spat.

"Please, dad. No!" Harrie pleaded.

"Come!" Garrett snarled.

Harrie followed, knowing what was going to happen.

"You'll go to your closet and pray for forgiveness," Garrett said.

Into the closet. No irony intended.

Harrie's dad pulled open the closet door and as Harrie approached, his hand gripped Harrie's arm and forced him in. Harrie would have gone in himself anyway – all his dad had done was hurt him.

"You are a great disappointment to me, Harrie," Garrett. "Exodus! Chapter twenty! Verse twelve!"

"Honor your father..." Harrie recited.

Garrett threw the condoms from Harrie's bag into his face.

"And your mother..." Harrie continued.

His dad threw the magazines and the lube into Harrie's gut.

"You killed your mother, remember. You will honor her memory," Garrett blamed his son.

Garrett handled the sex toys like they physically harmed him – throwing them at Harrie too and little caring where they hit him. Then the man pulled the closet door closed with a bang.

"Continue!" Garrett snapped.

"So that you may live long in the land the lord your god is giving you," Harrie concluded.

Harrie could see his dad through the slats in the closet.

"Leviticus eighteen twenty-two," Garrett said knowingly.

"Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does a woman; that is detestable," Harrie parroted.

"Pray Harrie, as I will pray for you," Garrett spat while locking the closet. "Pray!"

Harrie sat in the closet for a while, feeling miserable and guilty.

Guilty? For what? He hadn't done anything wrong. Harrie knew he liked boys and knew he couldn't tell anyone. Neither could Sam. They didn't go to that kind of school and Harrie most certainly did not have that kind of family. Sam did, his mum and dad were cool. Harrie felt pretty sorry for himself; his dad must have been really mad to mention mom like that.

After a while, sadness and guilt gave way to indignation.

Harrie got to his knees but not to pray. He pulled down the front of his shorts and started stroking himself in defiance of his father.

It felt good. Having been told all his life it was dirty and forbidden to have lustful thoughts, Harrie was unexpectedly excited by the rebellion of self-pleasure. Plus, Sam had said his dick was big. It felt big, Harrie supposed as he whacked off, but he had nothing for comparison. Harrie had never seen or touched another boy's penis. Harrie hadn't even seen porn and his dad had always told him to look at naked flesh was sinful, so he never showered at school.

Harrie had been missing out, that was for sure.

Harrie stroked his seven inch cock and particularly liked the feeling of rubbing the bulging mushroom. Harrie felt around for the items strewn around him and began to examine them. He'd never heard of a masturbation sleeve before, but the picture on the package made clear how it worked. Harrie squeezed lube onto his hand and then into the sleeve. The lubricant made his cock feel even better as he stroked up and down the shaft.

Then Harrie pressed his cock into the sleeve and forced it deeper. The thing was floppy and felt like jelly; it spread and gripped Harrie's cock and ridges and bumps inside excited all the sensitive bits of his cock. Harrie throbbed it up and down with the resulting squelching noises sounding... detestable. It was scandalous. It was wonderful. Harrie felt himself sweating as he excited his cock and felt something like the rush he'd felt after PE.

Was he going to ejaculate again?

Harrie became aware of a rattling noise and looked up to see the lock hopping as if the catch was trying to throw itself up to unlock the closet. Just beyond the closet door, Harrie's school bag was lying flat but it rose up to sit nicely. His bedroom door which was ajar, softly closed.

Was Harrie doing this somehow?

As his hand stroked up and down, the head of his cock leaked and he concentrated on the hopping latch of the closet. Definity, it slid from the lock and fell back to release Harrie from the closet.

Harrie's inexperience made him rush to a happy ending. Harrie grunted as he came inside the flexible sleeve, capturing all the scum that erupted from his cock. Ejaculation felt wonderful. It was a pleasure he had been denied, but it felt so good. It was as Harrie sat back on his heels that he realised his bible studies cautioned against lustful thoughts, not onanism itself. But what did Harrie care about that?

Harrie wished he'd fantasised about Sam or someone at school. One of his bullies? They were the hottest boys in school after all. He wished he could see them naked. Harrie put the sleeve down, knowing he'd need to wash it discreetly.

Silently, Harrie crossed his room for a wet wipe for his hands. He looked at the things that had moved on their own and stopped with the closet door open just a crack. Harrie concentrated on the wipes that were across the room and tried to... what? Imagine them moving? Will them to move? Ask them nicely? It was simply a matter of concertation that eventually lifted them and caused them to fling themselves towards Harrie. They landed almost without noise on the floor at his feet and Harrie lifted them with a sense of wonder.

He could move things with his mind.

Harrie could move things with his mind.

A SMALL PROBLEM

"It's called telekinesis. The power of moving things with your mind," Sam said.

"Right... right... do you believe it's real though?" Harrie asked.

"Sure. Bigfoot taught me everything I know about telekinesis at our last poker game," Sam said sarcastically.

Sam laughed at his own joke.

Harrie had tried to tell Sam about moving things around his room, but ended up framing it as a purely hypothetical question. He knew it was unbelievable and Harrie didn't know enough about it yet. He'd tell Sam the truth once he knew more.

"So are you going to tell me how things went with your dad?" Sam asked cautiously.

"He was mad. He was really mad at me," Harrie admitted.

"For what?" Sam asked innocently.

"For having a bag full of smut, for the picture, for having you in my bedroom..." Harrie said. "By the way, you're not allowed in my bedroom anymore."

"Oh, we'll have to make out in the den then," Sam quipped.

"No!" Harrie replied but he was laughing too.

"Why did he blame you for the picture. Those assholes took it and posted it everywhere, not you," Sam said.

"It's my shame. I embarrassed him. The school called and told him about the pictures and the bullying and he blamed me," Harrie said wistfully. "I think he thinks I deserved it."

"For what?" Sam prompted.

Harrie fell into a sullen silence. He'd told Sam he was gay over a year ago and that it would be an unrequited feeling until he was away from his dad and maybe long after that. Did he really need to say what for?

"My dad knows," Harrie said.

"Ok," Sam replied.

"He won't let me be like that, Sam," Harrie added. "That's why you can't come over."

"Ok, I said," Sam snapped. "Sorry."

"It's ok," Harrie replied.

"I told mom and dad and brother last month," Sam admitted.

"You did?" Harrie asked – wondering why Sam hadn't told him. "How did it go?"

"They want to take me to Pride in June," Sam chuckled with good embarrassment.

"Ok," Harrie replied.

Harrie smiled and then Sam smiled; Harrie laughed and playfully nudged his friend, then Sam laughed too.

As they were leaving English class, Ross knocked Harrie's books out of his hand.

"Hey, come on guys. Lay off, ok?" Billy said as he helped to pick up Harrie's books.

It was very out of character.

Harrie must have looked wary or suspicious because Billy smiled a winning smile at him.

"I'm sorry, dude," Billy offered an apology. "The whole picture thing went way too far."

"Ok," Harrie said but stopped short of saying "It's ok," because it wasn't.

"Mr Collins gave us all detention and... well... he was right," Billy said earnestly. "I'll tell the guys to lay off, ok?"

"Eh..." Harrie responded because he didn't know if it was a trick or not.

"Have you thought any more about prom?" Billy asked.

Last week, right around the time Harrie noticed the oddity of Billy not being an asshole anymore, Billy had asked Harrie if he was going to prom. Harrie and Sam hadn't really planned on it, but Billy encouraged him to come to say goodbye to Senior Year.

"Not really. I don't know," Harrie replied.

"Well, I hope you come," Billy said with a gentle touch to Harrie's arm.

Billy must have done as he asked because the basketball team who were usually relentless seemed to mostly ignore Harrie. The next day was shaping up to be the same too.

Except for Chris. Chris continued to be petty and vindictive.

The naked picture fiasco lingered, but the novelty had worn off, in the days after Harrie's nude picture was leaked his classmates seemed to feel a little guilty about making fun of him. Was that why Billy was being nice and why the others had ignored him? Did Billy actually feel guilty for his part in what happened? Exposed Harrie and defending Chris and not stopping the nude picture from spreading all over school?

It was very weird.

Weird things did not happen too, despite Harrie's best efforts.

Harrie had half expected his awakened powers would do things throughout the day, but nothing at all happened. He didn't have the privacy or the time to try and make it happen by concentrating. Thus, Harrie went all day without really exploring the ability he thought he had. So much so, Harrie doubted himself by the end of the day.

Harrie said goodbye to Sam when the school bell ran at the end of the day and then he made his way to his minimum wage job tidying up the gym, courts and fields before collecting the laundry from the locker room.

There was still someone in the shower when Harrie got there. Harrie couldn't see who it was since they were in one of the shower stalls with the door closed. Regardless, he made sure to not be there when they emerged. Harrie would have liked to look at naked teenage boys as much as the next guy... if the next guy is a guy who likes naked teenage boys... but he was cautious given the bullying and homophobia that was ripe at Torrence High School.

A few minutes later, Harrie saw someone emerge from the showers with a towel around their waist. Harrie saw them out the corner of his eye. Fuck! It was Chris. Chris gripped the towel a little bit tighter.

"What are you doing here?" Chris demanded.

"Earning fourteen dollars and hour," Harrie muttered.

"I bet you were hoping there were more guys in the shower," Chris sneered.

Harrie tried to ignore him.

Chris stalked towards Harrie, demanding his attention. Harrie turned to look at him. Fuck! Chris was a good looking boy. Eighteen, tall, ripped physique, nice legs and big bare feet; even his damp hair had a handsome unsettledness. The white towel was knotted on his left hip, resting below his bellybutton and covering his thighs while exposing his knees.

Chris ruffled his hair, exposing his armpit and showing off his bicep. He was preening and boasting about his manliness. Harrie tried to look away.

"Coach Buckley told us we were nearly banned from prom?" Chris said darkly.

Harrie didn't say anything. Mr Collins had mentioned, but also admitted the Coach and Principal had vetoed the idea.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?" Chris demanded.

"No," Harrie replied meekly.

"I thought maybe you went crying to teacher because we posted that picture of your dick," Chris smirked.

Chris laughed at Harrie's embarrassment, making him feel small and stupid. It didn't matter that Harrie knew seven inches was impressive; it mattered that it was intimate and he had been humiliated in revealing it to the whole school.

Everyone knew it was the basketball team that had done it, which only solidified its status as a jape to be laughed at. Harrie was to be laughed at. It wasn't fair.

"You're a jerk," Harrie said angrily.

Harrie didn't know what came over him. It was the cruel and mean spirited laughter, he thought.

"What?!" Chris responded hotly.

When Harrie didn't reply, Chris shoved him.

"What did you say?" Chris demanded. "Huh?"

Chris shoved Harrie again, so Harrie clenched his fists in anger. Chris sniggered at the mere idea of Harrie defending himself.

"You gonna hit me, you fucking pussy?" Chris spat.

With a mighty push, Harrie staggered backwards and felt himself falling.

Harrie reached out his hand as if hoping to grab thin air.

His hand caught nothing.

His mind grabbed Chris's towel.

With an impulsive snatch, Harrie pulled Chris's towel away.

As Harrie landed on his ass, Chris registered surprise at his exposure.

Harrie was surprised too because the reveal was not what he would have expected. Harrie naturally would have thought a hunky, six foot three, basketball stud would have a big floppy dick between his legs. Instead, Harrie could barely see it.

Chris had a tiny little penis.

In itty bitty doodle.

A humiliatingly insignificant inch.

No, that's not fair, it was a whole inch and a half.

Chris's penis was the size of an AAA battery. It emerged shyly from his pubic hair but some of his hairs were as long as his winkie.

Chris's testicles were small too.

They were two shrunken seeds lost in the mire of pubes. They were barely visible, which only added to the mortifying ordeal of Chris's exposure.

How had he kept this a secret all through high school? Harrie didn't shower at school so he wasn't to know that Chris was always last and or called dibs on a shower stall instead of the open showers.

Chris looked like he might cry, reaching down to snatch up his towel and wrap it around his waist. Chris was shaking as he realised someone knew his secret shame; that he had a peen so tiny, a ten year old would be ashamed of it. Harrie felt a stab of sympathy; as a boy who had experienced his unfair share of humiliation, he knew what it was like to feel embarrassment. Despite his sexual naivete, Harrie knew Chris's diminutive pee-pee was a source of embarrassment, even for a flaccid one. Chris secured his towel and growled. He literally growled with anger as he stomped towards Harrie with clenched fists. Unlike Harrie's clenched fists, Chris meant business.

Perhaps it didn't help that looming over Harrie, his victim could see up the towel to get a second glimpse of the pathetic poker.

Harrie flinched and covered his face, not knowing how to defend himself despite the years of being pushed around. The lights in the locker room flickered, they all went out except the one directly above Harrie and Chris. Chris hesitated in his attack, his wide legged stance maintaining Harrie's line of sight at the thing that wasn't worth seeing.

Harrie could see Chris's perineum, freshly washed in the shower. Chris's taint was mildly hairy and Harrie's eyes followed up the back where he could see the curve of Chris's mighty buttocks. Harrie didn't have long to contemplate the mini-prick, the taint or the ass, because he was about to get punched in the face.

From the darkness, a basketball launched towards Chris. Chris dodged it as it passed and dodged again as the rebound brought it back towards him. The ball bounced on the floor and rolled back into the gloom. Chris stepped back from Harrie, unsure what to make of the unsettling environment.

Harrie hadn't intended to do anything, so now he concentrated and the lights flickered back on. In the glare, Chris felt exposed again, which made him hesitate.

Chris took a step forward but faltered. His expression was one of fury and humiliation.

"If you tell anyone..." Chris warned. "You're dead."

Harrie nodded, scrambling to his feet and leaving the locker room by a circuitous route to avoid passing Chris. Outside the locker room, Harrie found his heart was racing, but his dick was not quite soft. It made Harrie smile and then laugh.

Harrie gave himself a squeeze.

Five inches and he wasn't even fully hard. Five inches! Harrie chuckled as he left school. He wondered how big Chris was when he was hard. Did Chris's pathetic little willy get even bigger? The little worm was so small, Harrie didn't know how to comprehend how miniscule the erection would be. Harrie never dreamed that he might find out, but in the end it would be Chris's desire for revenge that would be his downfall.

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My stories so far:

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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told, A Series of Embarrassing Events, and Noah the Embarrassed Nudist.

Also: Anthology, and The SEX Men.

Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey, Peter's Past Posing Pictures, and Nightmares On Fig Leaf Street.

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