Categories: Consensual, Group, Love.
1.
Aaron Redman was a 'Techno-geek', he loved all things electronic, whether it was telephones, cameras or computers, it did not matter to him because he loved them all. He lived with his father in a rambling old four bedroom house that had been in the family for years, it was surrounded by big evergreen hedges, just on the outskirts of their village near Chesterfield.
He did not remember his mother and didn't know what happened to his her as his father would never talk about her.
His father John worked in the town about two miles away as an electronics engineer and was always tinkering with various bits of equipment taken from the scrap bins (with official permission of course). He let his son watch him work in his workshop and explained what the things were and what he was hoping to do with them.
He had made an automatic temperature opening system for his greenhouse windows that was adjustable by remote control from the house. Another thing he built was a radio controlled system for opening and closing the two wooden garage doors and the front gate so that he didn't have to get out in the rain to open and close them. By the age of eight Aaron had the electronics bug too and was able to use a small soldering iron (without burning his fingers too often) and most of his father's small tools.
He had lived alone with his father for as long as he could remember and did not know what happened to his mother. He had tentatively asked his dad where she was and why she didn't live with them but his father would never talk about her so he stopped asking.
Aaron had been an enthusiastic learner at school but was a bit of a loner, he may have even have been slightly autistic but was never tested. He cycled to junior school all year round, which he enjoyed but he was also bullied there, which made him shy away from the other children, preferring to spend his breaks reading by himself instead.
The other thing he liked was athletics as long as it wasn't team events and when he went to senior school, he preferred the longer distances of fifteen hundred metres and cross country. He was fit but not overly tall or strong and the bullying continued at this school to the point when he was twelve, when his father noticed the bruises Aaron occasionally came home with from being bullied.
John Redman was not wealthy but earned a good wage so he sent Aaron to have evening Karate lessons and he went every week for the next three years. He made a big effort to mix with the other young Karate students as he wanted to progress far enough up the belt rankings to be able to stop the bullying and to just be left alone.
He practiced the routines at home every night and did exercises to make him stronger and by the time he had been going for about four months, he felt confident enough to try and defend himself. A few of days later his usual nemesis Baxter, who was a year older, decided to entertain his friends by giving Aaron a few lumps but when he went to slap his face, Aaron blocked his swinging arm, then he tried with the other arm and was blocked again.
Getting angry, the bully stepped closer and swung a haymaker at the 'victim's' head, which was blocked by Aaron's left arm then the right fist rifled out straight, hitting the bigger boy in the solar plexus and knocking him on his ass, making him groan and his friends laugh.
"Leave me alone!" was all Aaron said and turned to walk away.
The boy stood up and charged... Aaron waited until he was close, then turned and side kicked him in the stomach and he went down in a heap and was sick. He realised that he had made a serious enemy but had also made a big point and was left alone at school after that.
He was always wary on his way home, in case they were waiting for him and often changed routes randomly to avoid them but eventually in the middle of May, they got him. He saw only one boy with a fat stick and swerved around him but the boy pushed the stick through the front wheel of his bicycle, jamming it against the forks which threw him off.
He managed to roll with the landing but his shoulder hurt like hell as he stood up and looked at the broken spokes in the front wheel and as he did, four other boys emerged from hiding. He could have run home but didn't want to leave his mountain bike behind, 'they will probably wreck it and still get me somewhen else' he thought.
He took a deep breath and flexed his injured shoulder, it was still painful but it was down to a dull ache now.
They spread out to come at him from different directions but did not have any weapons which was good from his point of view.
"Get him!" came a shout from Baxter who was standing back and two advanced, one from each side as the bike was lying behind him. He feinted towards one who stopped and side kicked the other in the chest sending him flying, the other one retreated.
"All of you, now!" Baxter screamed.
The remaining three ran at him and one tried to kick him, he stepped away from the other two and grabbed the foot and spun him around and kicked his standing leg away.
He went down and landed on his knee with a scream of pain. The other two were wary and moved in more slowly, the feint/kick he tried didn't work and they grabbed him by his arms.
"Gotcha, you little bastard, now you're gonna suffer" cried Baxter and moved in to punch him.
Aaron tightened his arms and shoulders through the pain and caught them off balance by swinging them forwards in an arc to smash into each other, letting him go then he banged their heads together hard and they went down.
Baxter changed his punch to a kick aimed at his balls but he grabbed the swinging foot and lifted it up high and flipped him onto his back, winding him, then stood with one foot on the boy's groin.
"As I told you before, Baxter, leave me alone if you value your balls! But thanks for the workout but next time I will not be so nice" he said firmly, the picked up his bike and the big stick, tucked the broken spokes around the others and pushed the bicycle away towards home.
He told his dad what had happened when he arrived home from work and they replaced the broken spokes together in the workshop.
"You are going to have to watch out for him for years, the others have probably learned their lesson but he could be dangerous."
"Hopefully he will pick on easier targets in future, at least we are not in the same year."
"Just watch your back, son."
News of the fight soon got around the school and he became a bit of a celebrity although it was unwanted, the boys who were with Baxter that day did not associate with him anymore which was a good thing but Aaron was always wary.
Time went by and he started to study for his GCSE's, he chose maths, physics, chemistry and Information Technology and had to take English as well although he did not like the subject. He earned top grades in all of them and a pass in English, enabling him to study 'A' levels in his pet subjects of physics, chemistry and Information Technology at college.
He kept fit and enjoyed running because he could think out problems while covering a few laps of the track or around the local park or the forest at the back of the house and continued to practice Karate at home by watching online videos.
John had paid for him to have driving lessons and he passed his test on the first attempt, which both father and son were pleased about and celebrated with a meal out.
Aaron was quite happy to cycle to and from college and couldn't afford his own car until he was working anyway but his father insisted that he was put on his insurance as an additional driver, in case of emergencies.
On a Saturday afternoon in November, when he was nineteen, he came home from an hour's run in the woods to find his father on the floor of the workshop. He was unconscious but still breathing, Aaron called for an ambulance which took an hour to arrive, to take him to the hospital.
Aaron followed in the car, parked and went to A&E and asked after his father. He was asked to sit in reception and someone would come and see him with news. Fifteen minutes later a pretty nurse called him and he went with her to the relative's waiting room, she sat him down and explained what was happening with his father.
"Your father has had a heart attack and they have taken him straight into the operating theatre. Does he have any history of heart problems that you know of, any breathlessness or dizzy spells?"
"No, none of them, he was not overly fit and a bit overweight, he worked for an electronics company but he did like to work in our garden which is quite big so that's where he got most of his exercise."
"Thank you, I will pass that on to the doctor in charge of his case for when he comes out of surgery" and he went back to reception to wait for further news.
Fortunately there was a small plastic box kept in the car with small change to use in parking machines, he took this back into the hospital to supply him with cups of coffee from the vending machine. He waited for five hours before another nurse came for him and informed him that his father had needed a triple heart bypass operation but was now out of surgery, if he wanted to go and sit with him until the general anaesthetic wears off.
She took him to an intensive care ward where his father was lying with various monitors connected to him. He sat in a chair and watched the monitor and after a while he fell asleep for two or three hours and when he woke his father was awake and looking at him.
"Had a good sleep son?"
"Hi Dad, yes I did, how are you feeling?"
"Like I've been run over by a bus" he croaked, his throat was sore from the breathing tube that had been put in it during the operation.
"What happened, I got home from my run and found you on the workshop floor?"
"I have no idea, I was working on something and singing along to the radio and woke up in this bed just now; so can you tell me what happened?"
"You had a heart attack and had to have a triple bypass operation, whatever that is."
"Serious is what that is, son. It's strange but there isn't a history of heart disease in either side of our family and I have never smoked, I don't drink much but don't exercise as much as I should, I thought the garden was enough to keep me fit, what time is it?"
"Coming up for midnight, why Dad?"
"You still have college tomorrow, you go home and get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow evening, I'll probably be here for a couple of weeks before they let me go home."
"Okay Dad, I'll see you tomorrow and bring some of your magazines for you to read, bye."
"Thanks Aaron, I appreciate it, bye."
He didn't sleep very well that night and the lessons at college seemed to drag by but finally he got home microwaved the meal he had taken out of the freezer that morning and hastily ate it. He put half a dozen electronics magazines in a bag and drove to the hospital, parked and reported to the nurse at the ward reception, that he'd come to visit John Redman.
