Bowling Alley Bullies

Trey observes, "His feet are as white as his socks." They both laugh.

"Except for his pink toes."

"His toenails are perfect. Jeez, he could be a foot model."

"How can a pair of feet look so perfect and smell so much like ass?"

The humiliation is actually making my erection even more erect. But I can't worry about that anymore because the attack on my helpless feet has begun. My toes get bent back and fingernails begin a slow drag up the soles of my feet. My arms flail about and I realize that I'm actually screaming. I guess I am ticklish. One of them flosses my toes while the other grazes my arch. One of them swipes up and down the top of my foot while the other scratches at the ball of my foot. My captive feet get probed, prodded, raked and explored. Every inch. At least ten minutes have gone by and tears stream from my eyes as I howl in laughter. I think I just might pass out.

I don't know if they finally get bored, can't take the odor anymore or if they become genuinely concerned for my sanity, but they eventually stop. They still remain straddling my legs though and I feel the bowling shoes being worked onto my naked feet. Gross. Community rentals and no socks.

Once both shoes are tied, they stand and pull me up. Trey grins, "I guess redheads are extra ticklish."

I say nothing.

Because I'm afraid of what might happen if I don't bowl with them, I go pick out a ball. In the first frame, Trey rolls a strike, Cal gets a spare, Nico has 9 and I have 7. Trey looks at me and says, "Take off your hoodie."

"The hoodie isn't my problem. I'm just not very good at bowling," I say.

He shakes his head, "Maybe we didn't mention it before. We're playing Strip Bowling."

"That's not a thing," says Nico.

"Yes it is," says Trey. "The lowest score each frame has to take something off."

I ask, "What if someone else walks in?"

"In this weather? Are you kidding? Besides, I locked the door behind us when we came in. We're your only guests for the night."

Great. I guess we're playing Strip Bowling. I really am not a bowler, but I better take this seriously and actually try or I'll be naked within five minutes. Although I have to admit that I would not be mad if Nico had to take his shirt off.

Nico comes to my rescue again, "You already stole his socks. He can lose two frames before he has to take something else off."

Cal grins, "He's got you there."

"Fine."

We bowl on. I am still the worst, but I don't lose every frame. I learn that Trey is as pale as I am under his shirt and even doughier than I thought. But he has no shame and I can admire that. I learn that Cal has an "outie" (ew) and acne scars on his back. And I learn that Nico's belly button is still a concave vertical oval. He's more muscular than he was in high school and I now have new mental images to save forever. I can't not look at him. It's impossible. With the Under Armour waistband of his under two inches higher than the waistband of his American Eagle jeans, I am transfixed.

We are about halfway through the second game, all in various stages of undress, when I realize that I am down to just my size 10 bowling shoes (still without socks) and my underwear. I should have stopped. I shouldn't have taken another turn, but absentmindedly, I did. And I lost. Did they really expect that I would take the underwear off? Apparently, yes. Or at least two of them did.

Nico steps in front of me. "This is just four guys messing around. We're playing a game. Cody lost, and now it's over for him. He's out. But his underwear stays on."

"He played another frame and lost again. Something has to happen," says Cal.

"Yeah. It's either lose the undies or we find another punishment." Trey agrees.

"Or," Nico tries reason, "you could realize that this has gone far enough and you can grow the fuck up."

They look at each other, "Nah!"

Cal wonders, "How can we make him pay up?"

Trey grins, "Maybe we find out if the rest of him is as ticklish as his feet are!"

Cal smiles too, "Let's do it."

They brush past Nico and catch me by the ball return. I am once again brought down to the floor but this time, it's not about my feet. I again don't know what to expect. I have never been tickled before. Cal kneels and pins down my hands above my head, pulling me long and lean. My rib cage juts skyward. Trey straddles my thighs and looks down at my stretched out torso like he's about to dig into Thanksgiving dinner. His eyes are wide and he's eager to begin. He pokes and prods at my ribs from the sides and my head thrashes back and forth as I scream in laughter. How the fuck can that tickle so much?

I scan for Nico. He watches with an impassive expression. Does he consider this a victory over having to take my underwear off? Maybe he does. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not. Maybe I haven't decided. Trey grabs my sides above the hips and squeezes. Oh my god! I howl in laughter and I can hardly breathe. Tickling is weird. It is torture but it's not actually painful. I think I'd rather show them my dick. And my dick would rather be seen. It seems to have a mind of its own because the tickling is making it grow. And I'm no longer wearing thick jeans to conceal its growth. Its transformation will not go unnoticed.

Cal pins both of my wrists in just one of his hands, freeing his other hand to poke and drill in my armpits. Trey focuses his attention on my lower abdomen with light side to side strokes and I laugh so hard that no sound comes out. His lower belly swipes are making me quiver so much that I think I might pull a muscle. I need to inhale before I faint.

As Trey continues his relentless back and forth across my stomach, his arm bumps against my erection. It takes him a minute to realize what has happened and when he does, he comes to a merciful stop. I am now at full mast and the fabric of my boxer briefs is being tested at the seams. I look at Nico and he's watching helplessly with bulging eyes.

Trey says, "Cal, hold up a sec. Check this out." He points at my towering inferno.

Cal stops attacking my armpits and looks at my monster. "Holy shit!"

Here's the thing. I'm by far the smallest guy here. I'm only 5' 9". The others all top 6 feet. I have a 29" inch waist and my pants still droop. My size 10 feet are big on my diminutive frame, but they are still the smallest in the room. All of this is true. But there is one place where I know I am above average. I've checked. I've Googled and I've measured and I know that my 7.5 inches are significantly above average. I'm not "porn star" huge, but on my skinny body, it looks even bigger than it is. I don't know what these three guys are packing, but I am confident that in this one arena, I have nothing to be ashamed of.

Cal says, "Jesus. What'd you do to him?"

"Nothing really. I didn't touch... It... I swear! It just appeared out of nowhere. Like David Banner becoming The Hulk."

What they don't realize is that all the talking about "it" is only making it stronger. These two big guys being awestruck by my manhood is making my dick swell with pride.

Cal says, "You're a freaking snake charmer! It's kind of huge!"

Trey laughs. "Let's see." He grapples at the waistband of my underwear and yanks them down to my knees. My penis is first pulled forward, then upon its release from its fabric prison, it snaps back to attention. I feel a splash of precum land on my stomach.

Cal points out, "Hey, check it out. More proof he's natural. The carpet matches the curtains!"

I do not manscape. There's never been much point. I don't get many visitors down south of the equator and yes, my red pubic hair matches the hair on the rest of my completely exposed body.

Cal asks, "Why do they call them 'redheads'? Isn't it more orange? Or rust?"

No one answers. Trey asks, "Are you a virgin?"

It takes a second for me to realize that he's asking me a question. I've had sex on two occasions in my twenty-two year life. Both times with girls. Both times were fine. Both times were when I was away at college. Neither time had me as raging hard and turned on as these three guys have me right now. I look at Trey, "No."

"Ever with a guy?" he asks.

"No."

"Do you think a guy can make you cum?"

Cal scoffs, "Obviously. He's about to bust a nut! That thing looks ready to blow." He laughs at his own pun, "I mean explode."

Trey smiles, "I've gotta find out." He starts to reach for my Warhammer when Nico's voice stops him.

"Let me do it," Nico says.

All three of us look up at Nico, the only person standing.

"Why?" asks Cal. "You've been against everything tonight."

Nico nudges Trey aside, "It's only just now gotten interesting. It's my turn to have some fun."

Trey shrugs then stands and lets Nico take his place straddling my legs. Nico makes eye contact with me. His eyes seem to say both I'm sorry and I'll try to not hurt you at the same time.

Nico grasps my steel shaft and I gasp. He grips and squeezes and I see fireworks. A glop of precum rolls out of my slit and down onto his hand. He begins to stroke me up and down and I moan and groan. Cal is still pinning my hands down high above head but it's pretty pointless. I'm not resisting. Every ounce of energy my naked body has left is concentrated in just one location. One 7.5 inch location.

Nico says, "Cal, let go of the man's hands. Please. He's not going anywhere. Let him relax."

Cal does what he's told. He releases me and stands next to Trey, ready to watch the show. I lower my arms and feeling slowly returns to them. Nico releases my shaft and massages my shoulders and biceps. Then he gently glides his fingers down to my stomach where he caresses me softly. He's not tickling me. It's like he's admiring me. Like a sculpture he's touching carefully, not wanting to break. Suddenly I get goosebumps everywhere.

Trey says, "Nico, I don't think he needs any foreplay here. You can see his heartbeat pulsating in his dick. It's ready."

He surprises all three of us by placing his hands on the floor, lowering his head and taking me in his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head and I inhale sharply.

Trey yells in protest, "What's he doing?"

Cal says, "He's answering your question. Can a guy make him cum? I think that answer is yes. And it's gonna happen really soon."

My two previous sexual experiences were both in the traditional missionary position. No oral was involved. This is a new sensation. I'm starting to get lightheaded. The room spins. Nico's fingers find my scrotum and I quiver. I think he wants to end my humiliation as quickly as possible; he's going at me with all he's got. Trey was right - I was already almost there. His tongue tries to pry open my slit driving my glans crazy. Then he slithers that tongue just below the head in a circular motion and maintains that action until he's confident that he's activated the launch sequence. I gasp. He continues to swirl. I yelp. He continues to swirl. I slap the floor with my hands. He continues to swirl. My sweaty, smelly toes curl in my bowling shoes. He continues to swirl. My whole body spasms as the first gush splashes the back of his throat. He continues to swirl.

I want to grab the back of his head, but I don't because of our audience. If I did, what would I do? Would I rip him off of me or would I guide him up and down me? He doesn't need guiding. His relentless swirling continues as I shoot my second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth streams into his mouth. Once my pulsing finally slows, he changes tack and slides up and down my length. The crisis is over now but before releasing me, he sucks me clean. It feels like a little kiss as he releases me from captivity.

"What the fuck, Nico?" Trey is pissed. "We wanted to see the geyser erupt."

Nico shakes his head, "You got what you wanted. A guy made him cum. You saw. What difference does it make how it happened?"

Except it does make a difference. As humiliating as this whole night has been, it would have been way

worse if Nico wasn't here. With just Trey and Cal they could have robbed the place. They could have

made me figure out the beer tap and got drunker. They could have kept the tickle torture going for hours. They could have roughly jerked me off and left me lying there raw, bruised and covered in my own sticky spunk. Or maybe from the very beginning they just could have decided to beat the shit out of me. Nico couldn't stop everything from happening but he made the night survivable.

And it seems like he's the one in charge now. He tells the guys to get dressed - I almost forgot that we were in the middle of Strip Bowling. He doesn't look at me as they all change from their bowling shoes to their snow boots. He says nothing to me as they put their coats back on and he ushers them out the door. I'm left lying on the floor.

I've recovered some strength and I sit up. I'm all alone now. I feel humiliated, used and abandoned. I know I have nothing to be ashamed of. I could have been a musclebound weightlifting freak and I would still have been outnumbered and overpowered. I did nothing wrong. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This shitty town. I stand, pull up my underwear and go lock the doors.

It takes me half an hour to get dressed and clean the place up. It's not quite closing time, but fuck it. This night is over. I slot my bowling shoes in the empty size 10 cubby and search for my socks. I can't find them anywhere. Nor can I find my boots or the book I was reading. Assholes. Why take my boots? They won't fit any of them. And my book? I'm disappointed that Nico would allow them this final insult. I go to my backpack and pull out my Nike high tops. I sigh. These were for inside, not outside. And I still have no socks. I have to walk home in two feet of snow. The high tops do not lace as high or tie as tight as my snow boots. Snow will get down in there. And with no socks either... It's hardly better than walking home barefoot. Sigh. I slip my tacky bare feet into my sneakers and pull on my coat.

When I get to the door, I see the same pickup truck again pulling into the parking lot. Shit. What now? Did they remember all of the spots on my body they haven't tickled yet? The door is locked and there's no way I'm letting them in. The truck pulls into the same spot it occupied for most of the night. Just the driver's door opens and Nico steps out alone. He makes his way to the door and sees me standing inches away from him but we're safely separated by a locked barrier. He smiles at me and I feel a little flutter from deep down inside. But no. I'm mad at him. When he was done doing what he had to do, he left me lying there. Naked and humiliated. He didn't talk to me. He wouldn't even look at me. And he let those assholes steal my stuff. How can he be friends with those fuckers?

He waves and shouts, "Can I come in?"

I shake my head.

He says, "It's just me. I took those assholes home."

I fold my arms across my chest.

"Pleeeeaaase?"

My resolve breaks. I unlock the door. He enters and quickly locks up behind him. "I have something for you," he says. "Can we sit down?"

Great. What else could possibly be in store for me? What hell have I not yet experienced? We move over to the row of plastic seats and Nico takes off a backpack I hadn't notice he was wearing. He unzips it and pulls out my book. "This belongs to you."

I take it, but still say nothing.

He looks down at my feet. "Hey, you've got shoes. Those are some cool kicks. I like them."

"You can't have them," I snap. "They'd do you no good. They're too small for you. Unless you want to steal them out of spite."

He looks hurt as his smile falls. He puts a hand on my arm and I feel a sizzle from his touch. "Cody, I'm not here to steal shoes I didn't know you had. I'm not here to hurt you at all." He reaches back into his backpack and pulls out my snow boots. "I couldn't help but notice there were no other cars in the lot. I figured you walked. I wanted to offer you a ride home. And return your stuff."

"How'd you get it back?" He looks at me and for the first time I notice a flaring red bruise on his jaw. Now I touch his arm.

He scoffs, "You should see the other guy."

"Why are you friends with them?"

"I'm not, really. Cal is my cousin and I've spent the last eight years trying to keep him out of trouble. Trey is Cal's friend and he tries to get them into trouble." He picks my right foot up off the floor and sets it in his lap. He works the lace and slides my high top off my foot. "I really do like these kicks. They're cute. I mean...I like them on you. They look good. You look good."

"Trey and Cal made high school hell for a lot of guys, but they never targeted me. What made tonight special?"

He reaches in his backpack again and pulls out a pair of socks. "Opportunity. It was nothing you did. They didn't know you were back in town after four and a half years or that you work at the bowling alley. When you mentioned that you were the only one here tonight, I saw Trey's eyes light up and I knew I'd have to do damage control." He puts a sock on my naked right foot and massages me tenderly. It's nice to have a sock on again. And Nico's attention and touch are even nicer.

I close my eyes, enjoying the foot rub. But then they pop open. "It was you!" I exclaim.

"What was me?"

"You are why they never bothered me in high school. You steered them away from me. Why?"

He switches to my left foot, removes the shoe, adds a sock and digs gently into my arch. "You seemed like a nice guy. I actually wished we could be friends. That never worked out, but yeah. I kept them clear of you for four years."

He protected me. Wow. "Based on what? You and I have never spoken to each other before tonight."

"Based on the fact that your green eyes make my knees buckle and have since the nineth grade. Based on the fact that I always wished we had the same gym class so I could catch a glimpse of you with your shirt off. Based on the fact that you are ridiculously cute, adorable and beautiful."

I blush. Suddenly it's hot in here. Needing to look away, I look at my feet. "Those aren't my socks."

"I know," he continues the foot rub. I have no idea what Trey did with yours and he wasn't up for answering questions after I beat the shit out of him. Did he throw them out? Were they hiding in his pockets to be kept as souvenirs? Who knows. I stopped by my apartment and grabbed a pair of mine."

Hearing that my feet are in a pair of sexy Nico's socks makes my spent cock stir back to life. He works my boots onto my socked feet and laces them expertly. "I'm hoping that despite having your boots back, you'll accept my offer for a ride. It really sucks out there."

"Yeah. Thanks." I look him in the eyes, "Can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"Could you tell I always had a big crush on you too?"

He nods again and I blush again.

He tells me about his college years and his job in Marketing with a local company. I tell him about my college years and my failures of the last eight months. Somehow he makes me feel good about it. After all, those events brought me back home and now here we both are. Plus, he admires the fact that I want to write my own novel.

He says, "I have a proposition for you. Move in with me."

"Huh?"

"Be my roommate."

I shake my head, "I couldn't afford it."

"I'm not looking to split expenses. I don't need a roommate. I want you."

"Oh." I remind him, "We've never spoken before tonight."

He waves a dismissive hand, "Did you know your college roommate before you moved into your dorm?"

"No."

"People place ads and take strangers in for roommates all the time. You're no stranger. And I live only a few blocks from here. You can visit your parents whenever and keep this job part-time while you write your novel full-time. We can get to know each other better."