God My Life

Copyright 2009 by notepad, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity, sometimes involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your place of residence to view such material or if such material offends you, do not read further. 

God My Life     by notepad

Chapter 1:

God I hated life.  It was Monday morning....ugh

Another day where I have to leave my bed early in the morning, prize myself away from the comfort and warmth to jump on a bus.  Another day where I have to put up with idiots at school, constantly teasing me trying to make my life as miserable as possible, and why?  These people don’t even know me.

My name is Chris Darling, I am a year 10 (9th grade) student at a high school in rural England.  I am 5”8 and skinny.  Where most of the other boys in my year are hairy and full of muscle I never really burst through puberty.  My voice broke but I did not fill out, no matter how much I eat my arms, legs and torso remain thin and boyish.

I have never really fit in at school – always too small to be any good at sports and only an average student.  My best and only friend I have never really liked, we are both unpopular so hang out with each other because no one else will.  The only interest me and Richard share are computer games, a very common topic of conversation between us.

It was 2 weeks into the school year, the summer holidays already a distant memory.  There is nothing worse in the world then having to wait at a freezing cold, wet and windy bus stop at 8am in the morning – but here I was.  In actual fact I was standing some distance from the bus stop, there were 9 other people who caught the bus from this stop and I had never spoken to any of them. 

2 of them were sixth formers; Mandy Howe and her friend Emma.  Mandy was so pretty, I was staring at her at subtlety as possible.  For the first time this year she was not wearing a skirt (another reason to hate the weather) but naturally the trousers she wore were skin tight.  She was only short, perhaps 5”1, but she had a slim frame with huge breasts and was always smiling.  There was just something about her everyone loved.

Just as I started to fantasise about touching those perfect breasts she turned and looked straight at me. 

SHIT!

Look away quickly and try to act nonchalant.  I’m pretty sure she is not close enough to see my red face right now.  I’ll slowly turn back towards the bus stop.

She is happily chatting away with a group of girls.  I can see her younger sister Katy there, even though she is just in year 9 you can tell she will grow up and become as sexy as Mandy – with a similar physique but she possesses blond hair unlike her brunette sister.   There were also a couple of girls from my own class there, Becky and Leanne.   2 typical girls from my class, pretty and always looking down at me.  Becky was better developed then any of the other girls in our year, last week I overheard one of the football team say she was a 36D.  Not bad for a 15 year old.  Leanne was better looking though, dark haired with a fair complexion.  She was slimmer then the voluptuous Becky which I thought gave her the perfect legs and ass.

Finally the bus arrived – please please please stop next to me.  This was the last stop the bus made before heading to school, so there were never many seats available.  I quickly jogged up to the bus hoping to be first on.  A couple of first years were right next to the door, the girls were hanging back.  Yeah...like a couple of tiny first year boys were going to get on ahead of me. 

I stuck my left arm out and pushed one of them out the way as the door opened.  But just as I started climbing onto the bus I felt a sharp tug on my backpack and flew backwards.  Water splashed around me as my bum landed in a puddle, laughter erupted from the girls.

“Little prick” one of the year sevens added as a passing shot.

Great, I get humiliated by someone 2 years younger than me in front of 2 girls from my class.  Today was going to suck.

I was soaking wet when I got onto the bus, I picked a seat next to a geeky looking girl at the front of the bus and let my mind drift back to Mandy’s boobs.

As the bus rolled into school I jumped off and headed to registration, dancing my way through the corridors as I went.  There was Richard sitting at our desk right at the front of the class, like me he was skinny but had a couple of inches on me in height.  He had an excited look on his face.

“Hey Chris”

“Hey Rich”

“What’s this about a year 7 beating you up?”

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I think Freddie was sent a text from Becky, what happened? You don’t look too beaten up”

God Becky that bitch, she couldn’t wait 10 minutes for the bus to get to school, she had to send a fucking text.  Typical of Rich to get excited about it, he loved gossip almost as much a chance to put me down to make himself look better.  We were always competing again each other to try and become the ‘leader’ of our 2 man circle of friends.

“Nothing happened, I was getting onto the bus when 2 first years pulled on my backpack.  The only reason I fell was because I was off balance.”

“Well that’s not what I’ve heard, apparently you went over to some kid and pushed him so his friend threw you onto the floor then told you to stay down till they got on the bus.  And you did!”  Rich was smiling now.  What an ass.

“Oh shut up Rich, you know that’s all rubbish.  Who are you going to believe?”

The difference between me and Rich was he put the other kids in the year on a pedestal – he would give anything to be seen as an equal with them and was constantly trying to.  I, however, hated everyone.

Just then Freddie and his buddies walked over to me, all of them big, muscular and grinning.  Freddie was the head boy of our year, which simply means he won the popularity contest.

“Hey there fag, how could you let a fucking first year beat you up?” asked Fred, smacking the back of my head in the process.

“I didn’t, I just fell over” I responded, I really couldn’t be bothered with this, but this is how my school life had always been.  I figured I’d just stay quiet until they got bored and left me alone.

“That’s not what you just told me” said Rich, eagerly butting in.  “You said he dragged you over onto the floor!”  I fixed a steel gaze to my ‘best friend’.

“So it is true!  I thought Becky was making shit up as usual but you really did get a kicking from a first year, that’s sad even for a wimp like you Chrissy.”  Fred was guffawing now along with his following.

“Yes suuuuure, a first year beat me up this morning at the bus stop, he was half my size but somehow managed to pick me up and powerslam me into a puddle.  I then spent 20 minutes crying my eyes out, ok?” I said with my best sarcastic voice.  I knew there was no point telling the truth, no one cared they just want to laugh at me.

“Haha what a pussy, Chrissy is always crying.” I heard from behind me, I was pretty sure it was Rob – the 6”5 man mountain who was also about as smart as a used tissue.

The mocking continued for a few minutes, but I just zoned out doing my best to ignore the stream of insults and slaps across my head.  Eventually the bell rang to signal the first class of the day and I able to shuffle away.

As usual lessons were boring.  I was never an ‘A-grade’ student but I thought of myself as pretty bright.  I guess my attention span just wondered far too easily, at least that’s what I blamed for my average grades.  Chemistry and French were finally over; it was time for lunch.  I was not feeling hungry so decided to just wander around the school.  I had not spoken to Rich since this morning which was tough considering we sat next to each other in every class.  But as soon as the lunch bell rang he headed off to the canteen, I assume he will try to sit with Freddie and his crew after they shared a moment laughing at me this morning.

I was paying little attention to where I was walking, just following my feet and cursing my life.  Why did I have to be born without great intelligence, without a powerful physique and without good looks?  I don’t think I am ugly, nothing stands out on my face.  I have never really had spots, never had braces and I do not need glasses.                                                          But girls have never given me a second look.  Most guys around my age have some facial hair – like rough stubble but I have not started to grow any yet.  I keep my blond hair quite long in an untidy manner, and I refuse to put gel in it.  I guess that makes me stand out a bit, some people think my hair is quite feminine and I definitely take a lot of stick for that at school.  In fact I think that’s how the whole Chrissy thing started. 

I HATE being called Chrissy.  Sadly only Rich and my family refer to me as Chris now.

I looked up and realised my feet had taken me to an abandoned part of the school.  A couple of years ago our school managed to get a grant and decided to spend it on building a brand new block of classrooms.  This meant that 4 huts positioned on a field next to the school were no longer needed as classrooms.  The huts were freezing cold in the winter with no central heating and boiling hot in the summer with no air conditioning, so for teachers and students alike this was a very good thing.

Since the huts became obsolete they had been abandoned, no one came down here anymore.  A perfect place for me to be right now, all alone.  I wandered up to the first hut, the windows were boarded over and a large padlock kept the door shut.  The second hut was equally inaccessible.  I was just killing time really, walking around wandering if I could get into one of these old classrooms and see what was inside.  To my surprise when I reached the third hut from the main campus there seemed to be nothing from stopping me opening the door.  Someone had crudely painted a message in red paint reading ‘Fuck Hut’ on the door, how original.                                                                                                                                                               I tentatively lowered the handle and pulled.

There was a slight creak as I eased the door open. 

This could be my own personal retreat within the school, I was actually starting to brighten up a bit.

It was dark inside, especially after the door closed itself behind me.  A little bit of light made its way in through small cracks in the boards over the windows, just enough to see by.  Looking around I recognised this hut as one of the old art rooms.  In its day it would have hosted around 30-40 students per lesson.  All the equipment had evidently been taken from the room, empty cupboards and shelves surrounded me.  There were a few desks and chairs scattered around. 

I moved further into the room and noticed something peculiar, there was a mattress on the floor.  Why the hell would there be a mattress?  Well this used to be a room for art, I could still see an old easel in the corner. I guess the mattress was used in someone’s art project or something, and just left here.  Now that I was paying attention I noticed another mattress further towards the back of the room, and there were pillows scattered all over the place.

I was never really into art but have always thought of art students as the lazy, druggie type so I guess this kind of set up would suit them. 

The room certainly seemed clean for somewhere that had been abandoned for 2 years.  The wooden floor was spotless, there was no dust to be seen on the desks or shelves, and there was even a fresh smell in the air, reminding me of my own house after mum has done some cleaning.                                                                                                                                                       I moved closer to a couple of pillows which had been randomly placed in the middle of the floor, they felt soft and smelt slightly of lemon.

Pretty weird if you ask me, clearly some people are still using this room, probably the remnants of the art students who used to be taught in this room every week. 

I wonder if I placed a sign on the door pretending to be the janitor and put one of my old bike locks on the door maybe people would stay away and I could have my own personal common room?

My thoughts were interrupted suddenly when I heard the door open behind me, I span around and to my amazement saw Mandy in the doorway.  Water was slowly dripping down her mid length hair and onto the usual black jacket she wore.  She looked me in the eye with a look of genuine surprise, but as always there was a smile on her face.

“Hi, its Chrissy isn’t it?” she asked.

What the hell was Mandy doing here?  It was only 10 minutes into lunch hour, she would usually be in the canteen with her friends now.   Thinking about it she did do art, maybe she was here to do some coursework or something.  Hang on, did she just call me Chrissy?  Shit it’s been 30 seconds of silence.

“errr hi Mandy” I didn’t really know what to say, I masturbated at least 2 times a day and most of the time I was thinking about her.  I was awful at talking to girls, my natural shyness just took over.  God her eyes were so beautiful, perfectly round and emerald green.

“What are you doing in here Chrissy? You know you are really not the sort of person I expected to see in here at lunchtime” asked Mandy, she had an amused look on her face, showing off her full lips.

“erm sorry Mandy, I was just walking around and kind of ended up in here” I replied, attempting to not have a care in the world but actually sporting a nervous grin and heavy red blush.

“That’s ok sweetie, I guessed it would be something like that.  You catch the same bus as me right?”

“Yeah we both get on outside the Grasshopper” I replied, the Grasshopper being one of the pubs in our town that signalled the bus stop.  “So I guess you are here to catch up on some artwork?”

“Hah!  Well I guess you could say that, I am really here to get a bit of a workout.” The 17 year old answered.

“Oh right that must be why all these pillows are here, I did wonder”

“You got it hun, but it looks like my errr....... workout partner is late right now, so let’s talk for a bit.  Are you feeling ok from this morning?”

“erm what do you mean?” I nervously responded.

“You know, that first year pulling you into a puddle earlier.  It looked like you went down pretty heavily, is your butt ok?” She asked me, still smiling.

“Oh right hahaha” I attempted to laugh it off.  “I just kind of lost my balance for a moment and fell backwards, but my butt is fine thanks”

“Ok, Becky is in your class right?”

“errr yes she is”

“I thought so, she told me she texted some people in your year about it.  I bet you had a good laugh with your classmates this morning then?” Mandy enquired, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well you could say that, if you call getting smacked across the head a good laugh.” My anger rose again briefly remembering this morning.

“awwwwww you poor baby, were the big boys mean to little Chrissy?” Mandy said in a patronising tone and a little giggle.                                                                                                  She didn’t even know me why was she being mean?  Just getting to talk to her is pretty awesome though, she is probably just joking around.        

Throughout our little exchange Mandy had edged further into the room and was now peaking through one of the larger cracks in the boarded windows.

“Well I guess you could say that, but my name is really Chris you know”

“Oh I’m sorry Chris, but is it ok if I call you Chrissy?  I think it really suits a cute boy like you” She glanced around and looked into my eyes, pouting slightly.  I was really starting to feel very nervous now.  This was easily the longest exchange I had ever had with a gorgeous girl.

“err well I think I would still rather be called Chris...” I mumbled back

“Hey listen Chrissy, my friend is going to turn up any minute and you probably shouldn’t be here, this place is a private club house a bunch of us use and I’m afraid you’re not a member”

A private club house?  Well it looks like the sixth formers had beaten me to it.  It would have been nice to have had my own private space within the school, somewhere for me to get away from the people in my class.

“Oh right, well I didn’t...”

“In fact” Mandy interrupted “you are breaking one of our rules just by being here, I don’t mind but my friend will and he will probably beat the crap out of you if he sees you”

This worried me, the last thing I wanted was to piss off a senior and get beaten up in front of Mandy.

“Ok no worries” I replied “I’ll head back to school and get some lunch maybe”

“Noooo that’s no good Chrissy, it takes 10 minutes to walk back, you are bound to bump into Tyler and he will realise where you have come from, there is nothing else out here” Mandy said, with a look of concern on her face.  Tyler Hackett was the head boy at the school, he was a huge guy and very popular with the girls but I had always thought of him as the stupid type.

“I’m sure I can talk my way out of it Mandy, I’ll just say I was taking a walk- I won’t mention seeing you or this hut at all” I was pretty confident I could talk my way past Tyler if I saw him.  “Or if I see him coming I’ll just duck behind a hut and wait for him to pass”

“No I don’t think so Chrissy, it’s too risky.  Tyler won’t bother listening to you he will just break your nose.  There has to be a better way.” Mandy said, still looking serious.

“Oooooo I know” Mandy continued, suddenly brightening up and putting on that perfect smile again. “Let’s get you in here.” She hopped over to a closet at the back of the room and opened the door.  It looked quite spacious inside but pitch black.

“erm well I’m not so...”

“Oh come on get in and try it out” She cut me off again and ran over to me grabbing my arm.  “This is the only way honey, just lay low in the closet for a bit whilst me and Tyler mess around, I will come and get you when the coast is clear.”

She had dragged me inside the dark, small space now.  I couldn’t quite stand up thanks to a built in shelf, so I had to settle for crouching.

“It’s pretty uncomfortable in here to be honest Mandy, I could hide outside maybe?  Like around the back of hut 4 and you could come and tell me when it was safe.” I asked hopefully, any chance to see more of Mandy would be great.

“No don’t you listen Chrissy?  It’s too risky, you might get seen.”  Mandy picked up a chair and placed it in the closet.  “Here, try sitting”

I reluctantly moved back inside the large supply cupboard and sat on the chair, as soon as I did Mandy quickly shut the door and I was plunged into complete darkness.

“There, now is that better?” Mandy inquired. I thought I heard a click noise

“Well kind of, I mean I am not bumping my head anymore but I can barely move my arms or legs, it’s just too cramped in here I think”

“Oh you’ll be fine Chrissy, just shut up in there and try not to move around in case you make a noise”  She said, I only heard her faintly so I guessed she had moved back across the room.

“To be honest I don’t really like the dark.”  I didn’t want to have to say that to her but it was true, I always left the curtains open at home to let some light in so I was never in complete darkness.  But I hated being inside this small, dark place. 

I reached up and pushed at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.  I tried pushing harder, again with no success.

“Erm Mandy did you lock the door?” I asked.

“For fuck sake how hard is it to be quiet for a few fucking minutes?” She answered. 

I heard her heals moving closer towards me, then a definite click sound and the door swung open.  Mandy was stood there, hands on hips, looking angry.

“Jesus Chrissy you really are a fucking baby, scared of the dark?”

I tried to stand up and exit the closet but Mandy just pushed me back down into the wooden chair, then sat facing me, straddling my lap.  My legs were locked together and the feel of her soft ass was electric.  Her pussy was just inches away from my dick!!   I could smell her sweet perfume and minty breath, I guess she had been chewing gum earlier. 

The annoyed expression remained on her face but having her sit on me like this was the most thrilling sexual encounter of my life.  My penis was desperately trying to gain full mast, but the tight (slightly too small for me) underwear I wore held it in check.  God it was so uncomfortable, there was no way I could adjust myself now though.

“Being as you can’t seem to follow simple instructions I guess you need some assistance” Mandy said.                                                                                                                                               She began slowly stroking my arms and grinding her hips.  It was the most incredible feeling.  Her groin was not directly over my mine but every time she thrust gently forward I could feel her pussy rub slightly over my trapped cock.

I closed my eyes and let out an involuntary moan.  This was the stuff of dreams; namely my dreams.  She had brushed over me 3-4 times now and even though she was barely touching me I was close to cumming.  My senses were overwhelmed, Mandy was far too much for me to handle.

I came back to my senses as I felt something cold encircle my wrists.  I tried to move my arms but they were stuck together behind the chair.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.  Surprise etched all over my face.

“I am just making sure you won’t do anything silly, a little sissy boy like you needs extra encouragement it seems to stay still and shut up.” Mandy responded.

“Look I mmmmphhhh” My sentence was cut short as Mandy shoved something into my mouth, the ferocity she did this shocked me, but she needed to be firm as whatever she was forcing into me seemed huge.                                                                                                            She clipped something around the back of my head and got up, there was a smugness to her smile.  A little bit of drool escaped from the side of my mouth but there was nothing I could do to stop it.  The gag in my mouth was huge and already making my jaw ache.  It tasted kind of like the ‘monsters in my pocket’ toys that I collected (and sometimes chewed on) as a kid.

What on earth was going on?  Why had she handcuffed me to a chair and stuffed a giant ball shaped gag into my mouth?  I tried to scream but I was only capable of making a small muffled sound so I attempted to stand up, there was just not enough room for me to do so.  I started shaking my shoulders and rocking the chair, the chair legs were hitting the floor which created a decent knocking sound – louder than anything my own legs could manage.  I looked up to Mandy with pleading eyes.

SLAP!!

Her right hand hit my left cheek and a new pain shot through my system.

SLAP!!

Her left hand this time onto my right cheek.

I was amazed at how hard this girl could hit, and I was starting to become really scared.

Mandy leaned in close to my face and whispered “You need to stop being a pain right now sissy, do you understand me?”

I just stared dumbly back at her, my eyes watering slightly.  She had completely disabled me and was calling me sissy.  I felt like such a complete idiot, how could I have let her do this to me?

She balled her hand into a fist and drove it powerfully into my groin.  I screamed through the gag as much as I could, she had hit me square in the balls and it was pure agony.  I felt winded and slightly sick; the tears were freely flowing down my face now.

“I said do you understand me Chrissy?” She asked once again.  I was not going to make the same mistake twice and nodded back to her.

“Good, you are a slow learner but at last it seems you are listening to me.  Now when I shut the door you do not make a sound, ok?”

I nodded again

She looked back at me and the anger that had been strewn across her face before now changed to the usual sweet smile.

“Right then, now I am just going to play with Tyler for a bit” The sixth former said.

“We can’t be long because he is so fucking late.” A slight edge returned to her voice.  “But we still have time for some fun, then Emma is going to be here with Brett but don’t worry”

By now I was beyond worrying and well set into panicking.

“They will be done before we have to get back to class.  Once they have gone I’ll come in and let you out, ok sweetie?”

Now I was back to being sweetie again then, I was starting to think this girl is slightly psychotic.

I noticed Mandy’s right hand was balled into a fist again so I vigorously starting nodding.

“Great!  Remember Chrissy, I am doing all this for your own good.  Slightly sore balls is nothing compared to what Tyler, Brett or Emma would have done to you so you better not forget to thank me”

Slightly sore balls!  Was she kidding me?  Damn right painful balls more like, I still felt winded.  Whatever, I figured I would just wait it out in this tiny space and thank her at the end.  Then I would never go anywhere near here again, or Mandy or that matter.  There could be no more then 40 minutes for me to wait anyway, I just have to be patient. 

Besides, I was actually kind of curious to find out what this secret club was all about.