Denial of Something Obvious

a Short Story by Varangian

Fall, 2006

I moved with my mother to Springfield, Ohio, when I was fourteen, losing my Milwaukee friends in the process.� I resented the disruption of my young life, of course, but a neighbor girl immediately caught my eye at the new house.

Light blond hair fell to her shoulders, and the unblemished face was young and very pretty. �She possessed lovely, pale shapely limbs, especially her thighs.� The T-shirt lay flat against her chest.� I supposed she was only ten.� Whatever her age, I saw a sexual target, one to play dirty games with, one to explore.

�Hi,� she said in a sweet soprano voice, coming over to my yard to greet me.� �I�m Donald.� What�s your name?�

A girl named Donald!�� I stared intently at her, but she remained a girl in my eyes.

�I�m twelve,� she said.� �How old are you?�

�Fourteen,� I answered, but was incapable of saying more.

I could not imagine her to be other than a girl.� But Donald?

�How did you get the name Donald?� I asked.

�I�m Donald Ashely III, in fact, after my father and grand father.�

She was a boy!� And I had been thinking of playing dirty with her!

�I�m Terry,� I said.� �Glad to meet you.�

�Do you want to hang out together?� he asked.� �Most of the people in the neighborhood are old.�

�Sure, Donald.� You could show me around.�

I copped a glimpse of his thighs then his face.� He was girlish.� When I had perceived him as a pretty ten year old girl, delicious thoughts had crossed my mind.� But the revelation that he was a boy disturbed me, because I was not queer.� Yet he was so pretty.� I wondered about his cock, indeed wondered too much.� I knew that I wanted to kiss his rosy lips and the rest of his body.� I was willing to do queer stuff with him, although that was to me a very novel thought.

I was not queer!� But Donald had crossed the line into my confined, heterosexual world devoid of females to play dirty with � of any age or size.

This willingness of mine had arisen with blinding quickness, and its inspiration was Donald�s girlish appearance.� Perhaps I wasn�t queer, I rationalized, although he possessed a cock.� Would it be queer, I asked myself, to fuck the pretty boy in the ass and imagine that he was a girl?

We had just met, of course, and the matter of having sex with Donald was theoretical at best.� But I found my readiness to do so very troubling.

* * *

A man came out the back door of Donald�s house then crossed the driveway into my yard.

�Have you found a new friend, Donald?� he asked.� �Introduce us.�

�His name is Terry.� Terry this is my uncle Jeff.� I live with him now.�

Uncle Jeff stood a head taller than Donald and half a head taller than I.� He appeared to be about forty, the age of my dad who lived in California.� He was clad just in shorts and I could see he was fit and slender.� He probably worked out like my dad did.

�I�m pleased to meet you, Terry,� he said, smiling.� �Donald could use a friend.� He has trouble with bullies because he�s so pretty.�

�I�m not pretty, Uncle Jeff!� I�m just good looking!�

�Of course, Donald,� the man said, fondling the boy�s flaxen head.

�I trust you�re not a bully, Terry,� he said, turning to me. �Maybe you�ve had problems with such types.� You�re �good looking� too.�

I had always thought of myself as just another guy.� As for bullies, I had punched one out the previous summer.

Jeff looked at me in a curious way.� I noticed him glancing at my bare legs.� Was he a queer, I wondered?� Was I queer, I asked myself?

Mom then came onto the back porch.� After she joined us in the yard and introductions were made all around, Donald and I wandered over to his yard, leaving the adults to chat.

�It�s really humid today,� Donald said then pulled off his T-shirt.

He possessed little titties � nipples raised on small cones of flesh � like I had seen on some other boys back at school in Milwaukee.� I gazed at them, thinking of older, heavier men who had real boobs.� I didn�t understand why some guys had boobs.� My chest was flat, and I didn�t hesitate to take off my own shirt.� It was indeed humid.

But Donald, clad now just in shorts, looked more like a young girl than before.� I wondered if it would be queer to suck his titties and touch his exposed flesh while avoiding what was beneath his shorts.� I was very conflicted.

* * *

�Donald�s very pretty, don�t you think?� Jeff asked me the next day in the yard after his nephew went into the house to use the bath room.

�I suppose.�

�You suppose!� I�ve watched you ogling him, Terry.� There�s no doubt in my mind that you find him sexually attractive.� But what do you know about such things?� You�re just a kid.�

�I�m fourteen!�

�So you are.� But you have urges that you don�t understand.�

�Like what?�

�About Donald.� I bet you�d like to touch him, maybe kiss him.�

�I�m not a queer!�

�Of course you aren�t.� But you don�t have to be queer to want to go to bed with a boy like Donald.� You just don�t have a clue about what you would do in such a situation.�

�I guess not,� I admitted.

�So you do want to have sex with him!� I could give you some pointers.�

�What are you talking about, Jeff?� I�m not queer.�

�Maybe not for every boy, but I think you are for Donald.�

I couldn�t respond, because he had read me correctly.

�What pointers?� I asked, sheepishly.

�Let�s go to your house,� he said.� �Your mother won�t be home from work for hours.�

I followed the man dumbly up my back stairs into the house.� We stood awkwardly in the kitchen.

After a moment, he said, �The beauty of two boys having sex together is sucking cock.� I want you to know what it feels like, because otherwise you might resist doing it.�

�You want to suck my cock?� I exclaimed.

�Only as a lesson, Terry.� If you�re going to be with Donald, you must know what to expect.�

�He�ll suck my cock?� I almost shouted.

�He�s very affectionate, Terry, and he has no hang ups.�

If that were the case, I thought, I would need no lessons from the man in front of me.

He touched my bare thigh, high up.

�He won�t suck you unless I allow it,� Jeff said, a twisted grin making his face ugly for a moment.

His hand cupped my groin, the touch arousing me.� I was just a fourteen year old virgin.� I understood that Jeff was a queer who wanted to blow me, and I wanted it too.

Jeff sat on a kitchen chair, pulled down my shorts then sucked my cock.� I didn�t last a minute before shooting into his mouth.� He must have swallowed, which I thought disgusting.

�Did you enjoy it?� he asked.� �You certainly came a lot, which is not surprising, considering your age.� You have a very nice cock, Terry.�

�It felt good,� I replied.� �Are we finished?�

�There�s just one more thing for this first session of ours.�

He stood then stood and pushed down his shorts to reveal an imposing, fat cock.

�Touch it,� he said.

�No way!�

�Come on, Terry.� Just put your hand on it, then I�ll let you go play with Donald.� Otherwise ��

My hand didn�t fit around his monster.� It felt strange, especially because he had my cock in his fist at the same time.

�See?� he said.� �There�s no harm in it.� Now, let�s go over to my house.� Donald is waiting for you in his room.�

* * *

�Did Uncle Jeff let you come up here?� Donald asked after I entered his room.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed.� Pale thighs splayed against the mattress.� I had felt somehow unclean after doing stuff with Jeff, and I knew I�d have to do more of it, if I wanted to have sex with Donald.� The sight of him sitting there, barefoot, clad just in shorts, aroused me powerfully.� I anticipated sucking cock for the first time, and doing it with a boy like Donald, I thought, would not be disgusting.� I nodded in response to his question.

�Great!� That means you did what he wanted.� Now it�s our turn.� But first I have to let you in on a secret.�

He rose to his feet, turned away then pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them.� He had such a creamy, soft looking butt.

When he turned suddenly to face me, I almost fainted.� Donald was a girl!� Other than small silky hairs that curled around her labia, the pussy was bare.

She exploded in hilarious laughter, angering me, the dupe in this imposture.� But she was a pretty, naked girl, and I remained a randy fourteen year old boy seeing real pussy for the first time.� Still, despite an urge to push her back onto the bed and have my way, I had to ask.

�What�s this all about, Donald?�

�My name is Donna,� she replied.� �And it worked again.�

�What worked?�

�You and Uncle Jeff.� Did you suck him?�

�No!�

I wouldn�t tell her what I did with the disgusting man, nor acknowledge that the blow job was satisfying.� Yet I still didn�t quite get it.

�Why did you trick me?� I asked.� �I thought we were friends.�

�We still are, if you want to be, Terry.� You thought I was a pretty boy, and you decided to have queer sex with me.� Uncle Jeff noticed and took advantage of you.�

�This is sick, Donald � Donna � whatever!� Did you dream this up just since yesterday, after I moved in next door?�

�No.� Uncle Jeff figured it out a month ago.� He began taking me to the mall dressed as a boy and watched guys eyeing me.� Those guys, he told me, were secretly or actually queer.� He set out to catch a pretty boy, like you, and pull this trick.�

�What trick?�

�You wanted to have sex with me, Terry, even though you thought I was a boy.� You turned queer, and Uncle Jeff took it from there.�

She was right, and I felt like a fool.� But I wasn�t queer.� I pushed down my shorts.

�What�s that string hanging from your pussy?� I asked, stepping close.

Donna pulled on it and removed a tampon, which she deposited in a waste basket.

�I�m at the end of my period, Terry,� she said, pressing a palm at my bare chest.� �Do you want to have sex with me?� It�s only fair.�

We climbed onto the bed, kissed briefly, then she allowed me to fuck her.� I lasted no longer than a minute, but it was an ecstatic sixty seconds.

�I could teach you a lot, Terry,� she whispered into my ear after I had finished.

�Do you know so much?�

�Yeah.� I�ve been sleeping with Uncle Jeff since I was ten.�

�He�s fucked you?�

�You�ve fucked me,Terry.� I�ve also been with a couple of other guys, friends of Uncle Jeff.�

�Old guys?�

�Nah!� Teens not much older than you.� Uncle Jeff uses me as bait, then he sucks the boys before fucking them in the behind.� I�m surprised he hasn�t done it to you yet.�

�My god � in the behind!�

She grinned, eyes dancing, and licked her lips.� �Want to try it?�

END
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