The Great April Fool's Joke

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

I didn't really intend my April Fools Day joke to grow as big as it did. Oh, I intended to fool the entire high school football team, of course, that's pretty big all by itself. But not the entire town! It all kind of ran away on me.

You see, I'm a genius. I'm also only eight years old and in the tenth grade of high school. I'm also wrecking the curve for the rest of the class, so you can guess how popular I am with the rest of the class, that is, not very, especially with the class jocks, who of course were all members of the football team. I was angling to test out of the class of course, and trying to get out of high school in a hurry and go to college by the time I was nine or ten. Then I could really put my brain to work, but as it was, I was stuck in this high school surrounded by bigger teenagers who hated my guts and treated me like dirt and subjected me to endless insults and stupid pranks. I had tried to ignore it, which hadn't helped, then tried reporting it to the teachers and then the principal, which hadn't done any better. "Boys will be boys" was the general consensus, as my town was big on football. Another reason I wanted out of this town and into a nice college in a big city. So maybe I was partly to blame as I wasn't really trying to make friends with any of them.

So by mid-March, I was fed up and plotted my revenge. One really big prank to show them that you mess with the bull, you get the horns. And the first of April was tailor-made for the date of my prank.

But let me pause to introduce myself. Tyler Holcomb, I'm four foot three inches tall which is normal for my age, I weigh fifty-three pounds, which is rather slender for my height, but also normal, I have medium brown hair, brown eyes, my face is shaped rather like an egg is, larger on top than the bottom and my cheeks are a bit full, but for my age I am considered "cute" and have hopes of growing up looking rather attractive. But that of course is in the future, and besides, nobody thinks a science nerd is ever attractive. At least I wasn't buck-toothed or near-sighted.

Now on to the joke. I'll spare you the details of how I did it, no reason to entice you to try the same. But I circulated the rumor that the football great, Dan Payton, famous quarterback for the Petersburg Rams, was coming to our town on April 1, and was scheduled to arrive at 3:00 p.m. in a huge Greyhound bus as part of a tour to promote a charity he was advocating, he would be available to pose for photographs and sign memorabilia and so on for his fans, and was coming to town on our state's 48 Highway. This was all an advance notification that had been "pirated" and spread by the virtue of the internet and worldwide web. If you know how to do it, and I did, it's as easy as can be. Thing is, once you turn it on, you can't turn it off.

My rumor spread from the school website to the local newspaper and before you knew it, the whole town was hanging up banners and preparing the town square and setting up a stand and organizing a greeting committee and so on and so on, and I was watching all the hustle and bustle, with the football players and cheerleaders, all my tormenters, far too busy to hassle me and I was really enjoying my three weeks of unadulterated freedom from the bullies. It was heavenly.

But April first came along and the town all turned out and my parents made me dress up and go along and everyone was all waiting and staring down the highway looking for the great legend's Greyhound to come down that road. People began to get restless and stirred about and complain.

I screwed up my courage and made my way to the platform and asked the town's mayor if I could make a statement to everyone. He had given up on any speeches to the crowd and let me have my words and I was given a box to stand on and I stood before the crowd and all those football players in their uniforms and the cheerleaders as well and I cleared my throat and I said, "Hello everybody, I just have one thing to say to all of you." I cleared my throat and continued, "April Fools!"

Of all the things people were saying, they can be summarized as "What?" so I went on, "I've been tricked and pranked by the football players at school so much, I wanted to get them back on April Fools Day and so I have. I never meant to fool the entire town, but I guess I did, so April Fools, everyone." I paused and ended lamely, "Well, that's all I have to say," and got down from the box and started to walk away.

"Hold on there, young fellow," came a stern voice.

I turned around and saw the large blue-uniformed figure of the law. They had been brought in to provide security, and now they were stepping in to grab the perpetrator of the fraud. Me, in other words. I was hauled off and my April Fools Day joke was probably going to go down in the town history beyond any doubt.

The stone-faced cop was large, muscled and rather handsome, I noticed, he didn't cuff me and put me in his cop car and as we drove away, he suddenly burst out into laughter. Not a gentle "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" but a full-throated, "Haw-haw-haw-haw-haw-haw-haw!" sort of laugh. I looked at him, kind of confused.

"That was a heck of a good joke, kid!" he said to me, still chuckling. "Man, the look on everyone's face when they found out! You skunked the entire football team but good, didn't you?"

"The whole town, too. I didn't mean to do that," I said.

"Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" he laughed, lower than the haw-haws but still not the laugh of a normal laugh. "Heck, that's not your fault. The newspaper should have checked that story, made sure of it before they ran with it, so should the mayor's office. Not your fault they were dopes! You screwed the football team, the whole team, kid, you should be proud of yourself!

I bucked up and said, "I guess I am, the prank went off great, didn't it?"

"A little too well, because now you're in trouble. That's the problem with pranks, sometimes you get in trouble for doing them," He said, looking at me. He had dark brown hair and a weathered, rugged but friendly face, handsome in a man-of-the-wild sort of way.

"Oh," I said. "So, what do I do?"

"We're taking you to the precinct for booking and so on, we'll keep you there until everyone settles down, then you'll probably be released after everyone picks their jaws off the floor and wipes the egg off their face." He kept his mouth shut and chuckled a muffled sound as he kept driving and I felt better.

We walked into the main office of the precinct and the Officer with me (Officer Harold Bartlett) called out, "Here he is, the April Fools Day Champion of the Year!" and everyone began to applaud and cheer.

I think I blushed and said, "Thank you."

"Which detective wants to take his statement, and start the booking?" Officer Bartlett asked.

"Over here," a man in a brown business suit said.

"Okay, Dennis, here he is, and you take good care of him. This kid is a genius!"

"So we have seen."

"Oh, God damn it!" another detective called out.

"Watch your language, we got a kid here," Bartlett snarled.

"My computer just froze up, I've lost my work for the last hour and a half!" the man snarled. He was black-haired in a short cut, with dark eyes, and had a white shirt and a red tie, was all I could see.

"Let me look at it," I said.

"Why, it's a lost cause!" the man lamented. "I should have saved it to the database every so often, I just didn't do it, all I did was on this one machine!"

"No data is ever truly lost on a computer." I said, walking to him. "Let me at it."

"What can you do?"

"Give the kid a shot, James," advised Bartlett. "What have you got to lose."

"Ahh, I see, all we have to do," I said, hitting a few buttons, and his computer unfroze and his screen lit back up again. "There, your data is all back again."

"Wow, thanks!" James said with a grin.

"I've also set your own computer to do a backup on your own hard drive every five minutes." I said. "You can go to your own computer's drive to the folder with your own username and find the backup folder there if you lose it."

"Ummm, okay."

"Sit down with Dennis now, kid, and what's your name, Tyler, isn't it?" Bartlett said.

"Yes, sir, Tyler Holcomb." I said and Dennis took the chance to type it on his keyboard.

"Okay, Tyler, call me Harold," Bartlett said. "How about a carton of chocolate milk, or would you prefer a cola?"

"I prefer juice, if you have it," I said. "More vitamins."

"Okay. You have anything against a couple of cookies?"

I grinned. "Of course not."

He left me and I was taken to a small room with some comic books and coloring books, meant for kids instead of me, but better than an interrogation room. I'd just got settled in when Harold came in and set down a bottle of orange juice and a package of chocolate sandwich cookies. I thanked him and he settled down. "I'm done with my watch so I thought I'd keep you company a while," he said. "How are you holding up so far?"

"Not bad," I said, as I took a big swig of the orange juice, then opened the cookies. "Would you like half of these?"

"You don't want them?"

"I'm not really hungry," I said. "And sharing makes the cookies taste better."

"That it does," he took three of the six and we bit into one of them each together.

"This stuff doesn't interest you, does it?" he ventured.

"Nah," I said. "I guess it would some other kid my age, but for me, well, there's just nothing here to play with."

Without a word, he stood up and scooted his chair over next to mine. It was a sizeable chair although armless, but he moved it easily. Sat back down this time with his legs sprawled out and said languidly, "Well, I wouldn't say nothing."

I looked at him, his eyes met mine then flicked downwards and I followed them down to his crotch. Maybe I saw a bulge forming there, maybe I didn't, but his meaning was clear. I licked my lips and looked back up again.

"How about it?" Harold reached down and undid his Sam Browne belt and unfastened the top of his blue uniform pants, then unzipped his fly. His briefs bulged out, a white arc that was his cock, and I just moaned and slid out of my chair onto the floor and over to between his legs, all one smooth motion that was graceful and even.

I pulled down his briefs and then got his pants down with the briefs to expose his hairy legs and above that was the man's thick, rich, hairy balls and his huge, fat, lusciously warm cock. As I watched, the semi-flaccid dick rose and swelled and stiffened, it lost some of its fatness as it extended upwards but gained length well in excess of its loss in girth. When it was done rising, it stood some nine inches tall and still nice and thick, uncut and majestic. I licked my lips again and moved to take his cock in my lips.

"Can you handle this?"

"I hope so," I said. "I never did this before."

"No?" He said, his eyebrows arched up in surprise. "I guess I misread you. Never mind, just do your best and I'll guide you as you need me to."

Without saying anything, I dove onto his rod and engulfed his cockhead and a good bit of his shaft and my saliva bathed them lavishly. With that as my start, I rose up again, gathering my slobber in my mouth and I dove down again, further, my lips lubed by the drool on his dong and my mouth slathering his shaft with the saliva as I went. I now had over half of his nine inches bathed in my spit and I used that to bob my mouth up and down, my mouth sliding down to send his prong well into my mouth and partly down my throat on each drive and Harold moaned.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, oh, shit, Tyler, you don't need any instruction, you are a natural-born cocksucker, I haven't gotten better head in a very long time, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh!"

His rod was throbbing like crazy and I had it raging hard and I pulled off it and said, "Is this the only way I can play with it? My mouth is getting tired."

Harold fought with his sense of conscience and his lust and the latter half won out. "There is one other way if you want to try it."

"Yeah?" I asked him with my eyes as innocent as they could be.

"I could use your ass instead of your mouth. Do you want to try that?"

"I guess so," I said. "Will it hurt?"

"Yes, some, but I won't hurt you any more than I can help," Harold said. "I have some lube I can use to make it as gentle on you as I can."

"Okay, then, why don't you use my ass for your cock," I offered.

"Why, thank you, Tyler, don't mind if I do."

I let him take care of everything, him pulling my pants and briefs off over my shoes, bending me over and greasing up my butthole with his lubricant and his burly finger, and then he greased up his prong. "Okay, now climb up here into my lap, Tyler," he panted huskily. "Aw, damn, I'm so fucking horny, but I want to give you a good time, too."

"Okay, so help me do that," I agreed.

"Stand and put your legs on either side of me, then squat down so your asshole lands on top of my cock," he grunted. "I'll hold it steady and guide you down."

I did that and I gasped as his cockhead found my hole and the glans punctured my little hole. "Oooh, it's so big!" I grunted.

"I know, I know, but it'll feel better after a while if you let it slide on in," Harold gasped. His hands were holding my buttocks and I was sort of sitting on them, and he lowered me whether I wanted to lower or not, and I moaned as the cockhead slid in deeper anyhow. "Ooooooohhhhh!" I moaned. "That is nice!" I agreed with him.

"Damn, kid, you're a natural in this, too!" he grunted. "I never punctured an ass that was this supple and smooth on the entry. Usually there's all kinds of catching and wrinkling and having to wait while your insides decide to let go. But with you, it's like you just relaxed and let it go inside you."

"Wasn't that what I was supposed to do?"

"Sure, sure, but I'm amazed you could do it so easily. You're a genius at making love, too, Tyler. This is fantastic. I'm going to go ahead and move you up and down, now, I thought I'd need to keep you in place for quite a while. Okay?"

"Okay," I breathed.

Harold moved us and I was in heaven with his large cock sliding in and out of me. "Oooh, Harold, it feels like there's a place inside of me that's like my own cock being played with!" I gasped.

"I know, Tyler, that's your prostate gland, and it's why gay men love being fucked, when it's brushed like yours is, it makes you feel so fucking good, it's as good as having your cock jacked."

"Oooh, oh, yeahhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Do me faster, Harold, do me faster."

"Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, I'll fuck you good, Tyler, I'll fuck you good!"

"Is that what they call it, fucking?" I asked. "It feels good, is it called fucking?"

"Yeah, that's one word for it," Harold panted.

"Then fuck me, Harold, fuck me hard and fast."

"You got it, Tyler."

I was bounced up and down and when he seemed to get tired of doing the heavy lifting, I got my feet in place and began to bounce myself up and down, and the hot pecker sliding in and out of my ass was so good, I felt my body getting more and more excited. "Oh, ohhhh, Harold, I think I'm going to climax!"

"Yeah, good, that's good, Tyler, you go right ahead and shoot your jizz as best you can and I'll squirt mine up your ass at about the same time, because I've been close quite a while and just waiting on you," Harold groaned.

"Then don't wait any longer!" I moaned, "AHH-HAHH-HAHH, KUH-HUHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned and did squirt a small amount of clear liquid out of my prick though not much and it sort of dribbled out rather than making a big arc or anything.

"KUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harold crooned and his own spunk shot up into my ass in a hot liquid flood that I felt like a warm flow of gooey soap or something like that, only it felt so much better and softer and more, much more, welcome!

Harold shot his wads a lot longer than I did, and I was lying on his broad chest while he did that, and I sighed and said, "Wow, this was great!" I told him.

"You were terrific, Tyler," Harold agreed.

"He damned sure was," another voice said.

Harold and I looked toward the one door of the room and I saw Dennis, the detective who had taken my statement, walking inside. "You forgot to lock the door," he said in a tsk-tsk voice to Harold.

"Damn, knew I forgot something," Harold said without any rancor. "So you caught us, what are you going to do?"

"Ask if I can have sloppy seconds," Dennis said. "How about it, Tyler, are you up to it?"

Dennis was taller than Harold's six foot height by about three inches, and muscled but more lean in build otherwise. He had light blond hair and pale blue eyes and very fair skin, and was handsome more in a classical way, he could have posed for a magazine ad. He smiled at me and fondled his crotch, I couldn't tell how well-hung he was, but his handling suggested it was substantial.

"Fine with me," I said. "If you do it as good as Harold does, I'm more than ready."

"As good as Harold," Dennis repeated, grinning at Harold, they were old friends, I could tell. "With a bar as low as that, I'm sure to come out great."

"Har. Har. Har." Harold said, not a laugh at all.

"Button up your pants and get your civilian clothes on, you're off-duty," Dennis said. "I'll babysit our latest suspect."

"Babysit, is that what you're calling it these days?" Harold replied but he was doing what Dennis said. As a detective, I guess he was sort of Harold's superior officer. "I'd call it getting ready to fuck this kid's brains out."

"Tomato, to-mah-to," Dennis replied with a grin. "Now get." He got busy pulling his pants down and offered me a chance at his pole, which turned out to be a proud, thinner but just as tall a pole as Harold's, and as pale in tone as the rest of his body.

"You're only my second blowjob ever," I told him as I moved in. "I hope I can do it right."

"Don't worry, Tyler, if you can suck Harold's nasty prick, mine should be an easy one." Dennis told me.

I chuckled and began to work on Dennis' dong like I had with Harold's, and like Harold, Dennis was astonished by my virginal mastery of his prod. He agreed with Harold's assessment that I was "a natural" and "a genius" of the blowjob and as he clung to the chair as best he could, I got him rock hard, then looked up, "Would you like to fuck me now?"

"Damn right I would," Dennis almost slavered and he handled it different from Harold. He had me get down on the floor mat of the playroom (for that was what it was) and on his back and he got his own body, with his pants and briefs down around his ankles, with his bare, pale, almost hairless legs between my legs. Dennis then lifted up my lower body by my ankles and he plunged his prod into my already violated entrance easily with a single smooth stab. I snagged Dennis' buttocks with my heels in the hollows of the small cheeks, and the athletic detective began to plunge-fuck my ass with brisk, deep strokes that made me, who had climaxed so soon before, feel the passion in my body rise all over again.

I didn't quite achieve a second orgasm, though, and maybe Dennis wasn't expecting one from his "sloppy seconds" for he fucked me with zest and zeal all the way up until he reached his own glorious orgasm and crowed out with a loud, "AHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and added his come-load to the generous wads Harold had already deposited there. I loved the way that my bowels were squishing from all the hot sticky spooge that was inside me and I sighed.

"That's nice," I said to Dennis. "You have anyone else out there that might want to fuck me?"

"Only everyone, probably, but you couldn't handle everyone. Let me think about it."

"Think about what?" came a voice from the door.

Dennis was shocked. "Damn it, I locked that door!"

James (for it was he, the man I had helped with his computer) held up a set of keys. "You forgot about the master set of keys," he waggled them. "You disappear and Harold comes out in mufti with a wide shit-eating grin on his face, I don't need a road map to figure out something screwy going on with our young prisoner. Sure enough, there you are on the floor with your dick in his butt. I heard the boy's question and would like to volunteer. I owe the boy a debt of gratitude and would happily give him a grateful ride on my cock or buy him an ice cream cone, whichever one he prefers."

"Can I get both?" I asked. There was an ice cream shop next door to the police station.

"Damn right you can," James agreed. "But first things first, if Dennis will haul his butt out of the way, I'd like to climb on." He was hitching at his navy-blue pants and pulling them down, showing me that he had a fairly dark brown skin, his face was paler, though, an odd combination, whether deliberate or something else, I couldn't say. I didn't care, he had a seven-inch dong that begged to be given a surcease from its rigid temperament.

James had some lube for his own and used it on his prick, and after slathering it on, he got on his knees and like Dennis but with his pants only pulled down enough to get his dick out, he plunged his rod into me. To say he was energetic is putting it mildly, he was a fuck-monster, and I felt like I wish he had a speed dial on him so I could turn him down a bit. I mean, getting fast-fucked is nice, but he had a speed level just a little too fast, I mean, he could make rabbits stare at him with envy. I held on as best I could and his hyperfucking made me glad he had lubed his prick well, for I think if he hadn't, I might have had my ass catch fire from the friction.

He kept this up for maybe ten minutes maximum, I wasn't counting the time, and then he suddenly hit his climax and he went from a crouching over me pose to one of a man trying to bend into a backward arc of aesthetic beauty, and he groaned a sort of "UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and his spunk oozed out with a surprising lack of energy, another paradox. You'd think with all that energy in his fuck, he'd shoot his wads harder!

"That felt great, kid, a great fuck!" he praised me when he got up. "Now, why don't you put on your pants and I'll take you out for that ice cream."

"Can I have two scoops?" I asked.

"Kid, you can have the deluxe sundae or whatever else you want," he told me.

I settled for a simple banana split, which was great and when I got back, I was met with a change in my position. The mayor had sent down an ultimatum, I was to be arrested for being a public nuisance and put into the jail immediately. Where my parents were I can't say, probably trying to find an attorney for me, and/or arrange bail. But I was put through fingerprinting and all that and given an orange jumpsuit too big for me (the smallest they had) and put into a jail cell. I had one cellmate. The police who put me there whispered that he was sorry and this was the nicest prisoner they had, so don't be scared.

The cellmate was lying on his cot but he got up and said, "Hello, kid. My name is Ripcord." He was a big, rough-looking man, with tattoos over a good bit of his face and hands and his body, obscured by the orange jumpsuit, looked massively muscled, I could see he had broad shoulders and chest but not much else about him. He had black hair in a sort of massive lump on top of his head which was sort of triangle-shaped with his chin the point at the bottom, not a bad look, neither handsome nor ugly. His smile was uneven in that he had missing teeth but he didn't seem aggressive in any way.

"Uh, hello, Ripcord, my name is Tyler," I replied. He had put out his hand, which was heavily tattooed, and I took it and he shook it gently.

He chuckled. "I've heard of you, Tyler, you pulled a prank that fooled the entire town, I'm told."

"Yeah, I guess I did, but I only planned to fool the football team at my school. It kind of got out of control." I admitted.

"Everyone all excited and cheering and waving flags and eager to meet the guy and it was all an April Fools Day joke. Didn't anyone notice the date?" Ripcord chuckled some more. "A good one. You sure showed them all."

"Yeah, and now I'm in jail."

"Ahhh, you didn't hurt anyone, just fooled them. Why would a football star come to this town for a charity event that nobody had heard about? Nobody thought it through, is what it was, too excited. Fooled themselves, so don't blame yourself. Their own damned fault."

"I guess so." I agreed.

He laid back on his cot and I did the same, but a loud shout of rage and ferocity rang through the jail and I jumped and shivered. Ripcord was at my side in a heartbeat. "Don't worry about the noise none," he told me soothingly, holding me like a mother holds her child who had a nightmare. "They can't get you in here, most of them are just working off alcohol or drugs or such. I used to be in that but not any longer. I no longer do that sort of thing, not any more."

"Then...then why are you here?" I asked.

"A sort of public service," he said. "Some people come in like you, they're scared and need someone to help them through their first time, and I'm here to protect them and help them through it. It's why they put you in with me instead of a cell all by yourself."

"Oh," I hadn't thought of that. "Could...could I share your cot for a while?" I asked him.

"Sure you can, long as you like." Ripcord said. He had gone from rough-tough rogue to decent kindly friend in those few minutes to me. The cot was small, barely big enough for him, much less him and me, but we squeezed in and I settled into the warm comfort of his side and his armpit for my pillow.

I had my leg and my arm on his body and I felt his strength and his kindness almost like a warm blanket around me and I found that warmth and generous spirit transformed into a sexual desire for him. The men I had been with so recently probably played into that feeling, but to be with them and not with this man would have been just...just not right.

So I figured out how to get into the jumpsuit with my hand and found him mostly bare beneath it, just a loose pair of boxers on his body and I slid my hand down his taut, firm, sweet skin. He felt me doing that, I'm sure, but he didn't move or react, just let me touch him.

The boxers' waistband was easy to slide my hand underneath, and then I was at his prick. I found it soft and flexible but not totally flaccid and when I gripped it, it rapidly stiffened in my hand. I got a better hold on it and I felt the rod slip out of the zipperless fly of the boxers, so I slid my hand out and caught hold of his prick outside of the boxers but still inside the jumpsuit.

"Mmmmmm," said Ripcord, the first sound he had made since I had started. "Feels nice, Tyler. Very nice."

"It sure does," I agreed but with a different meaning. "Can I take it out so I can play with it better?"

"Do anything you want," He assured me.

I rose and had to get out of the cot to do it, but I got his jumpsuit opened up and spread out like I had skinned him of his fur. He lay there and let me do it. I quickly pulled off my own jumpsuit and my briefs and climbed in and got atop him. My come-filled ass easily slid onto his prick and he gasped as I quickly slid down to the very base of his seven-inch long cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, that feels so good!" he told me, sotto voce. I realized he didn't want to advertise what we were doing, amid all the clangs and shouts and noises that were still going on now and then.

"I can make it feel better," I assured him in a whisper. He smiled, his jagged smile seeming perfect for this situation.

I began to bounce up and down on his cock and he just lay there and let me do all the work. Like he had said, he was letting me do what I wanted. Oh, his cock was singing my praises, but he was lying there with this beatific smile on his face, he was at peace with his life, he was settled in his mind, whatever had brought him here, he was happy. You can envy a man like that, whatever else his lot is like, you know!

But I kept bouncing on him and he was lying there with his body all muscled and tattooed and content and blissfully happy and at the end his hips began to move to help me drill his prick deeper into my body with each landing, and then with soft, sighing moan, he climaxed with a "HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

As his come squirted into me, I felt my own orgasm slam into me and I groaned out a similar soft sound of "HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as I dribbled out another one of my small liquid ejections that simulated but could not equal the spunk of an adult man.

Ripcord let me lie atop him after for a while, then advised me to get dressed again. It was good I did so, for Harold came around a while later and said, "Come on, Tyler, you're getting out."

"I am? Great! What's going on?"

"A major protest about your arrest," Harold told me. "Word about it got out and your entire school, including the football team and cheerleaders, I should add, were chanting that you had just pulled a harmless prank and the mayor and city elders were idiots for falling for it and they didn't need city leaders who couldn't take an April Fools Day joke. You're a local hero, Tyler! Everyone's busy laughing at themselves for not realizing that you put one over on them. You should have more faith in people. It may take them a while to see the humor, but they can laugh at themselves."

"Even the footballers?" I said. I had figured they'd be furious.

"Hell, they have to admit they'd been skunked. I think you'll find them less likely to prank you in the future. If they do, threaten to get them again only worse." Harold advised. "Anyhow, I came in to drive you home, your parents are there waiting for you."

"Okay."

When we got to his car, I reached over and grabbed at his crotch. Harold just laughed and let me dig at his fly. "Boy, when you learn a new skill, you really get into it," he chuckled. "For a boy who never had sex before, you really get into it, don't you."

"Yeah, Harold, about that, I have something I need to tell you." I said.

"What's that?"

I leaned over and said to him. "April Fools!"