Spear the Queer part9
to run naked from the shower to his locker on the other side of the
locker room, his hands clutching his genitals protectively as boys
twice his size chanted “pinky dick, pinky dick” and snapped wet towels
at his dripping, naked body. He’d slipped once, and that mean
sonofabitch Larry Sarcone had landed a perfect wet crack to his balls
as Garrett sprawled on his back, screaming in pain, howling jeering
catcalls raining down on him.
He had no desire to meet Sarcone’s older brother who’d probably taught
the younger Sarcone everything he knew.
“Lemme go,” Garrett wailed patheticly, as Chic and Randy dragged him
over to where the elder Sarcone and another one of the team sat on the
picnic table, the crowd now gathering around, following them to the
table, further from the fire, in the darkness near the edge of the
…End of the part9. To be continued..