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Started at the Bus Stop Chapter 1
With a name like Percival Elliot Nisbett, he didn't stand a chance of a normal life. Add into the mix that he is a maths geek, seventeen years old, and an only child with very intelligent parents whose work keeps them out of the house for many hours a day. It's not surprising that Percy was a lonely boy with no real friends. It didn't take his peers at school long to nickname him `Cock Pit' when they saw his name written with just initials for his forenames – P E Nisbett; which quickly got changed to P E Nis Bit. It was then just a short step to Cock Pit. Of course, if a member of staff asked why they were calling him Cockpit, someone would quickly suggest it's because he flies through his maths.
Were all the teachers blind to the real meaning behind his nickname? Most likely not. After all, they would also have seen his name written out in the same way as his peers had and noticed the hidden word.
Thus Percy had a routine on school days. He would wake up with a hard-on and go through to the bathroom that he only had to share with others when there were guests staying over. He could go from his room to the bathroom without putting any clothing on; his parents' room was on the floor below, and there was little chance they would wander up the flight of stairs without good reason. Hearing Percy's footfalls as he went to the bathroom would inform them that he was up and getting ready for school. Percy had never once been late to school. After relieving the pressure on his bladder he would go back to his room, lie down on his bed, and rub one out with a variety of fantasies going around in his head. His fantasies often included joint action with some of his classmates. Having shot his load out over his chest and abdomen there would be another naked walk back to the bathroom with his cum running down his body to his pubes. After a quick shower he would go back to his room to begin putting on some clothes for the first time since he had stripped the night before for bed. Percy had slept naked ever since he discovered that his cock was not just for pissing. As he climbed naked into bed each night he looked forward to his morning ritual wank, even if he also intended to relieve the tension before going to sleep. Once dressed he would take the stairs two at a time down the two flights to the ground floor and find his breakfast waiting. The Nisbetts were able to afford a domestic servant who cooked, cleaned the house and did the washing and ironing for them, Monday to Friday. Mavis never went upstairs until after the three family members had all appeared downstairs. They also had a contract with a garden maintenance company, so Percy really didn't have to lift a finger to any chores at home.
After demolishing a cooked breakfast, Percy would pick up his back pack and set off on his short walk to school. He would arrive with at least ten minutes to spare, which he would use doing some last minute studying or reading a story on his iPad or laptop, whichever one he had with him that day. After school he would trudge home. Once he had made sure the coast was clear he would carry a drink up to his room and strip off. He would either read an erotic story or look at some porn while he had his second wank of the day. This time he would use his cum rag to clean up, then he would get on with his homework. He would only get dressed, usually in just a pair of shorts and a t shirt, when he heard his parents get home. He would greet them, and then they would sit down for a meal together. This was the one time of the day when his parents would spend a bit of time talking with Percy. Of course this didn't happen every day, but most days his parents made the effort to get home for the evening meal together. They never, however, sat down to watch television together. After the meal his parents would retire to their private offices, leaving Percy to do what he wanted, even though they had a full entertainment set-up with surround sound and a very large television. Most times this meant wishing his parents good night and going back to his bedroom to strip off, lie down on his bed, and daydream about matters that would get his cock excited and leaking before he even touched it. The cum from this wank would be scraped off his chest and abdomen and dribbled or sucked off his fingers into his mouth, to be savoured and swallowed. Then the cum rag would be employed again and Percy would get under the covers, if it was already bed time, or he would crack on with homework until bed time.
Weekends saw a change in his routine: he slept later and, of course, didn't go to school. This allowed him to take more time over his morning wank. He could stretch his fantasies out as much as he stretched his foreskin forward over the head of his hard cock on the up stroke. Like most teen boys, he wished he was flexible enough to be able to suck his own cock; he didn't see much chance of getting someone else to do it. But alas, he had not been blessed with an extra-long appendage or an extra-flexible spine. Here he was, seventeen years old and he hadn't even kissed another person in passion, let alone done anything more. His weekend wanks allowed him to dwell on what he thought that, and more, would be like. Sure he'd seen it all on the internet and read a lot of it in books, but those descriptions can't convey how much different it is from jerking yourself off. At least at weekends he knew he could get away with going commando from the time his boxers came off on Friday after school until he had to pull some on for school on Monday morning. Percy had read about going commando in a story and had decided to try it. He had even dared go to school one day without boxers on, but found it too difficult to hide his boner when it happened. At that age the one thing you could guarantee was that you'd get at least one boner while at school each day. If he went into town over the weekend he'd go commando, because he felt it unlikely he'd meet anyone he knew whilst in town.
Being alone so much and ignored by most at school, it came as quite a surprise when he was walking home from school to be hailed. "Hey, Cock Pit, wait up." Percy was quite annoyed the voice had used his nickname in public like that. He was used to it at school and it didn't really bother him anymore, but out on the street where anyone could hear was not on. His annoyance caused him to ignore the caller and carry on walking without even turning round to see who owned the voice.
"Come on, Nisbett. Please wait up. I need to talk to you." Percy recognised the voice now as belonging to William Chesterton, a teen from his year group at school who also shared some of his classes. Percy carried on walking but slowed his pace down so that William could catch up to him. Percy was curious to find out why William had waited till after school to make contact with him.
"Thanks for slowing up. I was wondering if you'd be able to stop at my house for a little while and help me with the maths we've had this last week. I just can't seem to get it to click in my head, and I know you've probably found it boringly easy," William asked.
"Why ask now? Why didn't you ask me when we had that free?" Percy asked, referring to a free period earlier in the day.
"Please, Nisbett, I didn't want others to know I was having a problem with it. No one else seems to find it hard."
"Now it's Nisbett! You don't mind calling me Cock Pit all the time, but when you want something from me you use my proper name."
"Ah, come on! Ease up. You know we don't mean anything by it," William said.
"So it would be okay to call you Forty DD because you've got a ton of chest, then?" Percy shot back. When William didn't respond, he continued, "You say you don't mean anything by it, but you've never stopped to think how it makes me feel. It's bad enough being a geek that nobody wants to hang with, but you lot have to pile things on top of that. And yes I know you also call me `the geek' when you're talking about me and laughing at me behind my back. So why should I help you?" Percy turned and started to walk again.
"Shit! I'm sorry. I'd never thought of it like that. Look, I promise you, I'll never call you that again, and I'll try to get others to stop too. Please can you stop with me at my house and we can talk about it?" William said.
"Listen, Chesterton, all of you, guys and girls alike, have been shit to me my whole school life. Nobody's ever been kind to me unless they've wanted my help with something. Fuck, I bet you and most of the year don't even know what my first name actually is. But I can tell you yours and everyone else's too. William, I can even tell you that your birthday is two months before mine. Gwendoline's is five days after mine. Do you even know which girl is Gwendoline?" Percy's voice was dripping with sarcasm. He was reasonably confident that William would not know who Gwendoline was. They only used surnames at school unless they were really close friends.
"Shit, okay, you've made a point and I can't argue against it. You're right I don't know which one of the girls is named Gwendoline. I don't know the Christian names of most of the year, and I don't know their birthdays either. But I'll try and be better. Please, I really need your help. Please say you'll stop by mine," William begged.
"Maybe if you'd spent more time on your studies and less time thinking up ways to be shit to somebody, you'd not need my help now," Percy said.
"Look, I'm begging you, Plee-aa-se," William said. "What more do I need to do?"
"Right, I'll do it this once, but be warned – if I don't see you keeping your promise you're going to become a booby prize for the others' tongues."
"Thank you. I really need to talk to you about all this so that I can try and do better."
"Do better at what? Maths or being considerate of other people's feelings?"
"Both, but more other people's feelings. You've made me think these last couple of minutes," William admitted.
They came to the bus stop that Percy used when getting a ride into town and William said, "Here's where we cross the street. That's my house over there." He pointed to the house that was directly opposite the bus stop.
They crossed the street and started up the short path to William's front door. They were almost there when they heard a loud call, "Willie." Both boys turned and watched as a car pulled up. The passenger door was opening before the car stopped moving and a younger version of William jumped out and ran up to greet his older brother with a hug.
William returned the hug and greeted his younger brother, "Hi, Clive. It's good to see you. How was school today?"
"It was okay, but they made me write stuff I didn't want to write. Who's your friend?" Clive asked. Twelve-year-old Clive had suffered some brain damage through a difficult birth that had ended his mother's life. As a result he had some learning challenges which held him back. He had an assistant to help him while at school and was transported to and from his school by employees of the town council. Clive loved both his siblings and they loved him. He would often get things wrong and get frustrated, but he never made it a problem for either his family or those helping him. He was gentle, loving and trusting almost to the point of it being dangerous. His one protection was that he needed a bit of time to get to know you before he would show that affection and trust.
"Remember, I told you that there would be times when we have to do something we don't really want to do? It happens to all of us," William said. He was avoiding telling Clive who his friend was because he realised he didn't actually know what Nisbett's[DGT1][RH2] Christian name was. If he had ever heard it, he couldn't remember it now.
"You haven't said who your friend is. Don't you know his name?" Clive asked.
Percy had admired William's unashamed display of affection for this younger Chesterton and knew that William didn't know his name, so he gave him an out. Reaching out a hand to shake Clive's hand, Percy said, "Hi, Clive. My name's Percy. I'm glad to meet you." And he was. Percy could tell that the boy was challenged, but also that he was a bubble of joy, and seeing the way William reacted towards him, he knew he wanted to get to know Clive better.
"Hi, Percy. It's nice to meet you," Clive responded with what was clearly a learned bit of etiquette.
"Come on, Clive. Let's go and see if Juliet is home yet," William said, putting his arm around his younger brother and using his other hand to unlock the door. William let Clive go in first and then indicated for Percy to go in.
"You have to take your shoes off," Clive told Percy, looking up at him from where he was sitting on the floor in the hallway and pulling his second shoe off.
Percy had no problem with this; it was common practice in most people's homes to take shoes off when entering so as not to drag dirt in over all the carpets.
Clive jumped up and trotted into the lounge, calling out, "Julie, Julie, come and see. Willie's brought a friend home."
William turned to Percy and said, "As you can see, there are no secrets in this house."
Percy heard Julie's voice before he saw her. "Hi, Clive, sweetie. How was school today?"
"It was okay, I guess," Clive replied.
"Just okay? What didn't you like today?" Juliet asked as she rounded the corner from the lounge into the hall. She had her arm around Clive's shoulders and was hugging him close to her as she walked.
"They made me write something I didn't want to write," Clive said.
"What was it? Oh, hi. Sorry, I'm Julie," Juliet said without letting go of Clive.
"Hi. I'm Percy. Glad to meet you."
"They made me write about the animals getting killed in the fire," Clive said. It was as if the greetings hadn't taken place for him.
"Oh that's sad, sweetheart. Some things in life are not nice, but there's nothing we can do about them. And sometimes there are things that are not nice but which we can do our little bit about," Juliet told Clive.
"Percy has come to help me with a problem. We're going up to my room," William said.
"Would you like me to bring some drinks up?" Juliet asked.
"Thanks. That would be nice. What would you like Percy? I think we've probably got some cans in the fridge or there's squash," William asked.
"If you've got a coke that would be nice, or just any juice, thanks," Percy answered.
"You want to come and help me, Clive?" Juliet asked. She didn't wait for William to put his order in as she already knew he would have a coke with Percy.
The two went off while William led the way upstairs to his room. There were three floors to his house, but the top floor was just one large ensuite room which his dad used. The three siblings all shared the first floor, which also had a study their dad used when he worked from home sometimes.
"I'll just get my laptop fired up while we wait for the drinks and then we can start," William said.
"Okay. Your brother and sister seem quite nice. Do you get on with them okay?" Percy asked.
"Yeah. Clive's got some problems, but he is the coolest little brother I could hope for. He never gives us any hassles, and he can be quite fun to be with, even though he's five years younger than me. And Juliet is just a year younger but thinks she is older. She kind of mothers Clive and tries to mother me, but we get on well. We don't really fight much, and when we do it's soon over and done with. I love them both very much. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No, my folks were too busy with their careers. I think even I was a mistake. I mean they love me and all that, but I don't think they planned to have any kids," Percy said
Juliet and Clive came in carrying two glasses of coke and a plate with some biscuits on. Clive carried his glass over to William while Juliet handed the glass she was carrying to Percy and put the plate of biscuits down on William's desk.
"Thank you," Percy said as he took the glass from Juliet. He noticed then that she had the same blue eyes as William and that all three of them were blond. When Clive turned around and looked at Juliet, Percy saw that he also had blue eyes. Along with other facial features it left no doubt that they were siblings.
"Juliet's going to make me a new pair of shorts, so we're going to the sewing room for measuring," Clive said.
"Like I said, no secrets in this house," William chuckled.
Juliet rolled her eyes a little. Putting a gentle hand on Clive's shoulder she guided him out of the room. Once they could be heard going down the stairs William said, "Juliet's a great hand at sewing and can make just about anything. She even makes her own patterns. You probably thought this shirt was from the uniform shop, but Julie made it."
"Wow! That is very good. I can't tell the difference." Percy said looking closely at the shirt. He reached out and fingered the hem on the short sleeve. "Actually, I can now. This one looks to be finished much better. She is good."
"Clive doesn't like shopping for clothes, so he looks in magazines and then shows a picture of what he likes to Julie. Dad buys the material. A few hours later and the item is ready," William said proudly.
Percy was rapidly coming to like this family and wondered whether he might at last be able to get a real friend. He decided he was not going to bite back at William, but rather try and show him that though he is a geek, he can be a friend as well. He took a sip of his coke and then said, "Right. Show me where you're having difficulty."
William logged onto his laptop and opened his browser. "I'm having difficulty finding that site you were on last Saturday," William said.
Percy shook his head and looked perplexed. "I'm sorry. I don't think I follow you and what it might have to do with your maths."
"Sorry, the maths was a subterfuge to get you here with my laptop on. Look out the window. What do you see?" William asked.
Percy moved over to the window and looked out. "I can see your front yard and the road."
"What's on the other side of the road?" William asked.
"The bus stop. What's that got to do with anything?" Percy asked.
"Last Saturday you were waiting for the bus there."
"So?"
"You had your tablet with you and I saw you reach under your shirt tail to make yourself more comfortable while you were reading something on the tablet. I watched and you adjusted yourself again. I decided I wanted to see what was making you horny and went down our side of the street a little way and then came up the other side behind you. I could see what you were reading, but couldn't make out the URL. I want you to show me where you found that story." William asked.
"Why? What are you going to do with that? Spread it around the school so that you guys have something more to use against me? I thought I was beginning to like you." Percy couldn't help feeling let down and his resolve not to bite back faded.
"No! I'm not going to tell anyone. Look, I saw you a week ago and no one at school has heard a thing about it. I want to find that site so that I can read the story too. I could only read a little bit before I thought I needed to get away so you wouldn't catch me. Now I've spent the whole week thinking about it and what I should do. I'm sorry if I've upset you, but actually I was kind of hoping that it meant we had similar tastes and maybe we could even become friends."
"What do you mean that maybe we have similar tastes?" Percy asked warily.
"Okay, if I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone else?" William asked. "Who do you think I might tell? You're the first person to talk me in a normal way other than my parents and some of the teachers. I've got no one to tell," Percy said.
"Okay, here goes."
"Do you guys need another drink yet?" Juliet shouted up the stairwell.
I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter. If you have and would like to be advised of when new chapters are posted, drop me an email and ask me to put you on the mailing list for this story. I use the blind copy facility to keep addresses private.
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