This tale is about 2 males and 2 females who agree to meet at their old school to settle a deep and bloodthirsty enmity.... this is NR-17 level mayhem. It's also about discovering one's own True Love, with their fists!
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The Monkey Bars
by Anonymous
1) A Walk into a Cul-de-sac
Do you have a favorite memory? Do you have a place where you go when the rest of the world is going to hell and you need a space of your own to pull yourself together in? Children often have a magical friend, a make-believe friend, while on the other hand, grown-ups have a place they can go in their mind. That place you go in your mind is like a room that only you use in a House. It is your special place. And I don't think that I am in usual in having a place in my childhood as a place and time and memory so intense that just thinking about it puts me there as if I'd been picked up by aliens and dropped on another planet.
That place in my mind is like a hologram room in Star Trek - it looks and acts just like the place I want to go and I can return to it and pick up the action where I left off the last time was there. When I want to go to my special place I think about the monkey bars....
When I was in middle school the monkey bars were not my favorite place in the world. In fact I avoided the monkey bars walking home from school each day in such a way if I didn't have to pass them on the way home. And now as I think back to the time where I learned to like the monkey bars in fact see them as my own garden of Eden. I remember walking with Edward my best friend and side-kick down the street in the center of the street towards a cul-de-sac in which the middle school stood with a road going off to the right along the football field and along the left going by the pool yard and the old swings and monkey bars that was behind the gym with the pool.
Edward and I were walking stripped to the waist wearing only tennis shoes on our bare feet and cut off jeans that we used for swimming. He had a look of ferocious determination on his face his fists were clenched by his hips as he walked with me than the center of this quiet suburban street. Both of us had gooseflesh it was so cold in the bright blue but nevertheless sunless minutes before dawn.
His bare arm brushed aside mine and we both began breathing harder and excitement because he looked up and saw that Gail Roberts and Shelley were both sitting on the very top of the monkey bars facing us. The two achingly beautiful young girls were sitting side-by-side holding hands and tongue kissing. They were preparing for the storm that was to come in their own way.
Edward, who is slightly more slender than I, had learned to use his fists in the inner city before he moved here because he had huge soft brown girlish eyes and very soft full lips which made him the target of every pervert and bully in his neighborhood. We had bonded at school because I was the only white child in my elementary school because my step-dad was black, and we lived with his family until he made enough money to get a job as a principal here in the Pacific North-White! Seeing the girls we were gonna fight, he tapped my hand. I gave his shoulder a punch, just like it was like a handshake between pals before setting out on a new venture together. And we both glanced down at the same time to notice that inside our blue jeans our cocks were rigid and unrestrained by underpants and bulging in the front. The thought of a fight is like the thought of a fuck, it gets you were you live!
As we walked we looked back at the two girls where they were taking their feet as if they were dangling their feet in the water off a dock. Both were wearing, as were we, functional well-used tennis shoes and no socks. Both girls were wearing short sleeve white blouses tucked in at the waist. Gail was wearing a wide black plastic belt and a green felt knee-length schoolgirl skirt. Shelley likewise wore a sleeveless white school girls blouse tucked in a black plastic belt - but she had a charcoal gray felt skirt that came to the knees. As if they could see us coming marching down the street like to soldiers marching out to join up with a big army in the distance, we got close enough as we entered the cul-de-sac to appreciate how individually beautiful he is too young girls were.
Gail Roberts was a few inches shorter than me and weighed about 15 pounds less. She had a sleek seal's body with firm legs and arms to came from playing a lot of tennis and a self-confidence that came from knowing how strikingly beautiful she was with her round ball face deep lime green eyes and shoulder length red gold hair to actually seemed to be back lit by a fireplace all the time because it was so naturally red gold! Her lips were fall in her own way - and for the first time I noticed that if you had to dress Edward as a girl, he would look like Gail’s very very shy French cousin - for while she was a beaming female shining sun, he was a low full moon on a misty afternoon - but nevertheless pale and lightly freckled as when she.
Sitting next to her not exactly pleased at having to give up along breathless tongue kissing session with Gail, Shelley was slightly taller and more willow like with longer more slender pale limbs. Where Gail was round cherub faced, Shelley was a girl from Texas with high cheekbones and almost oriental almond eyes and I just mean bright bright blue eyes that pierced you like chili lasers when she looked at you. Her hair naturally was a slight shade of platinum blonde and she wore a pencil large mass of lion mane of very thin curly hair that tumbled and girls and I carried by every pop of the wind around her regal head.
Giving Edward a punch on the shoulder I walked around his back and passed around to the left side of him. He he had locked eyes with Shelley when she looked up and I can see the really really bad blood between them. Gail, now has changed from dreamy faced to impassive, her face is the face of a Mafia mother firing a pistol into the cradle of another woman's child by her husband!
I brought my fists up to my chest as I walked towards her and her lips turned up in a female tiger’s smile as she stretched her legs and dismounted from the monkey bars. Shelly climbed down behind her. And both girls walked across the dirt between the monkey bars and the curb to meet us just as a platinum sun’s cast its first ray across the horizon - and the wind began to moan in the trees - and our footsteps were the only sounds in the cul-de-sac.
Edward and I stopped about 6 feet away from the two girls who stood on the curb facing us. With a serene smile Gail looked over to Edward and with a kitten like silky voice said "unfinished business?."
Shelley looked at me with naked contempt, (which was her standard expression when she looked down her nose at anyone she didn't think was as good as her), and said "I see this bitch has brought that bitch!"
In that Edward and I were friends and not gay lovers I suppose I could've gotten angrier, but I'd already gotten so used to Shelley's sugar and shit attitude that really I didn't want to argue with her - I just wanted to turn her over on her belly, put her upper teeth on the top of the curb with her mouth open wide, and force the back of her head to the corner of the curb before I stamped down her skull as hard as I could!
Gail, who had a reputation for enjoying violence indiscriminately against boys or girls without any venom whatsoever, but simply exalted in the pure animal joy of domination, punishment, and completely defeating anyone who stood up against her, calmly unbuttoned the buttons down the front of her white short sleeve blouse and pulled it open. Almost shyly, mocking me, she revealed the soft swelling mounds on her ribs with stiffening pinch notables and a smattering of freckles between her high breasts in the nape of her neck. Pulling the shirt out of her belt Gail shrugged the shirt off of her pure creamy shoulders walked back to the monkey bars and hung it up to return to later.
Shelley, noticing that both Edward and I were rock hard, smirked and unbuttoned her white short sleeved blouse and just pulled it off and threw it onto the ground her cones of new girl breast flash instantly covered with goosebumps and her nipples small hard and brown with small auroras flirted shamelessly like female nines on her chest.
Shelley brought her fists up in front of her chest and smiled sideways to Gail who smiled back at her and then returned her gaze to me brought her fists up in front of her chest. Edward and I raised our fists in front of our naked chests. Behind the girls beyond the fence around the pool, the gate to the fence swung back and forth a little on creaky hinges returning my mind to the previous day, Friday late afternoon, long after school the closed. I had walked from the library over to the school to pick up my friend Edward who was going swimming so I could take him back to my house for dinner with my parents as we often did alternating Friday nights.
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