Summertime, And The Living's (not so) Easy

Story by bobthecreep

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A gentle breeze lightly rustled the trees lining each side of the street, quietly letting their pollen, leaves, and petals go along on the brief wave of motion, only to fall inconspicuously to the sidewalk not ten feet away. Each subsequent gentle puff of wind brought as much nearly invisible particulates with it as it took away from the quiet little street, as it usually does, leaving traces of where it's been, much to no one's concern. The street, and the entire neighborhood, was quiet, still, except for the breeze. No hustle and bustle of the early morning or late afternoon hours. This was sometime in between; the calm before the storm of the joyousness and relief of the beginning of freedom. That was, at least, until college began.

Samuel almost skipped along the road leading to the neighborhood which he called his own, though he wouldn't dare to actually skip, especially with certain accusations still ringing fresh in his mind. Every so often, he would glance back past a lock of silky brown hair to see if any of his usual tormentors were following him. The last thing he needed right then was the same group of bullies hounding him on his way to freedom.

Why was he picked on? Well, there's no one that isn't for any number of reasons, but he seemed to be a more easy, and frequent, target. In his case, all the usual quips, comments, and taunts that came his way centered around him looking, well, not exactly all that masculine. But it wasn't his fault, he just happened to be blessed with all the right genes for the wrong gender. His hair seemed to like being a bit on the long side, his skin baby soft and rather hair-free below his neck, and his body was almost two handfuls away from completely female. No matter what he did to exercise or change his diet, he just couldn't lose his butt or gain any real definition that would show that he was indeed a truly male individual. Now, it wasn't as if his hips or posterior brushed along the inside of every doorframe he passed through, but there was enough of a curve there to sometimes lead to a little confusion and curiosity about what resided between his legs.

At least there was that for him to be proud of; for all the mockery and ridicule about his femininity, he knew, or at least had a hunch, since he wasn't about to incur more taunting questions about his sexuality to go along with the ones about his body, that what he was carrying around wasn't anything to laugh at. Even with all the jeans that were made a bit too snug around his pelvis, it was never brought up. No one compared him to a horse or donkey or anything of the sort, so he was left to be quietly content in the caliber of his barrel.

To be honest, though, he did sneak a peak or two at the other guys when they had their backs turned in the locker rooms before and after PE, sometimes during. He would always tell himself it was more comparing his own self to them, but some niggling little voice in the back of his pretty head constantly reminded him of how wrong he was. He knew for a fact, and the annoying voice agreed, that he did like girls more and spent considerably more time ogling them. Although, a few of the guys he saw around campus had a 'maybe' stamped alongside their names in Samuel's mental yearbook.

He breathed a grateful sigh of relief as he rounded the corner and stepped onto his street. The driveway leading up to his house was empty; neither his sister nor his mom were home, the former likely out with her friends and the latter at work. He had the home to himself. Well, mostly to himself, since there were Buddy and Shadow to consider. Buddy and Shadow were the family dogs, both rather sizable animals that enjoyed throwing their considerable weight around. Buddy was a golden retriever with long fur that swished and swayed as he would bound around the backyard, as well as the entire house. His partner in crime and almost-brother, Shadow, was an even bigger dog, some kind of shepard that Samuel couldn't remember the name of. What he did know was that the big black beast easily beat out Buddy in size and weight, and possibly energy. The two of them had been in the family for as long as Samuel could remember, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Rather than unlock the front door and go in that way, Samuel instead decided to take a slight detour around the side of the house to get in through the back door. As the latch on the wooden gate rattled, he heard the telltale stampede of the two canines charging toward him, tags on their collars rattling and jingling the whole way. As they came within a few feet of the gate, they leaped f

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