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Bromance Part 2

... the back. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. . . . I had to hand it to her, she gave a good blowjob, but as I was about to cum in her sexy mouth, I heard shouting and glass breaking outside the door. I immediately knew something was wrong. “Something’s up,” I said. I pulled my dick back in and zipped up my jeans. I ran out the door as I heard “What the fuck!” from her, still in the bathroom. It was just what I thought it was. A fight. People were huddled around two guys, one guy seriously taking a beating. I was just about to go find Chrissy when I realized who the fighters were. The guy with the upper hand was Dylan Rogers. Quarterback of Northset’s middle school football team. He’s supposed to be in eleventh grade, but he failed two years, from what I heard, so the guy was 16, 5’10”, and a really strong build. Behind him were some of his team mates, yelling stuff and telling him to “hit him harder”. The guy at the other side, the one taking the beating, was Alex. He was bleeding on the side of the head, which I could clearly understand was result of the broken shot glass on the floor. The side of his face was purple, and his white shirt was stained red. Dylan on the other hand, was only bleeding on the lip and seemed to have a sort of limp with his right leg. But it was the cruel smile that he had on his face that pissed me off the most. “Come on, ass wipe!” Dylan yelled. Alex rushed at him and went low at the last second, taking him in the gut by surprise. Even ...

... though he was winded, Dylan grabbed Alex from the torso and threw him on the ground, giving him the upper hand again. He started raining punches on Alex’s face and torso. I snapped. You see, I’m not very strong, but I am FAST. That’s why I’m a wide receiver. I came at Dylan with full speed and force, knocking him off Alex with me on top of him. I recovered faster than he did, and punched him in the nose so hard I heard a sickening crunch. Things were great for me, for like ten seconds. Dylan recovered from the surprise and grabbed me by the neck, throwing me off him. As I tried to get up, he uppercutted me in the mouth I’m surprised he didn’t knock some teeth out. I was on the ground again. Dylan got up with a look so pissed he looked like he was ready to rip my head right off. His nose was bent at an awkward angle, which made me feel good. Well, I thought, it was cool while it lasted. He was about to throw himself on me when I saw a fist hook him right in the side of the head. Alex. He looked like crap, but somehow Alex had gotten back up and punched Dylan before he could, you know, rip my head off. Just then, Chrissy pushed between the crowd with a giant buff black guy in a black tee shirt. Security. When she saw us, and Dylan on the floor still recovering from that hit, she immediately knew what was going on. “Benny,” she said. That giant was named Benny? “That one,” she said, pointing at Dylan. “Get him out of my sight.” He walked over to Dylan and picked him up by the ...