When I was in seventh grade a big cocky ninth grader forced me to jack him off almost every day. Back then we had no recourse. If a kid reported something like that he was considered a troublemaker by the coach and would still have to face the bully later on.
During PE the ninth grader snuck off and sat on a concrete block behind the bushes that lined the gym. When I got there he would pull down his gym shorts and I would play with his dick for a little while. Then he would kneel in the dirt so I could pump out his load for him. He told me fast or slow or not so tight. Although I was forced to do him, I sprung stiffies of my own while taking care of his dick.
One day I told him, "I'm going to get mine out too." He made fun of my little weenie but said I could play with myself all I wanted to after I took care of him. I don't know what made me so brave, but I told him he had to touch mine if he wanted me to play with his. For days he made one excuse after another, sometimes agreeing to do it if I took care of him first, which never happened of course. Basically he thought that little guys served big guys, not vice-versa.
However he offered to give me a feel one day. I thought I had won the argument until he touched me. He forced his fingers down on my dick and scratched a series of bloody cuts! OUCH!
The asshole had a grass burr hidden between two fingers. When he saw the blood oozing out of the scratches on my dick he got real scared. He pulled up his jock and shorts and ran like hell. I think he was scared that he crossed a line and I could get him in big-time serious trouble. I went to the restroom and wrapped my bleeding dick in toilet paper.
The dude never came near me again. If you look carefully you can still see little scars on my dick.
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