The Misfits 
Chapter One

"Stay down or I'll hit you again!" Billy Myers told me and I blinked at the tears flooding my eyes.

"What a wuss!" Dale said, grinning at his two friends.

"Hit him, Billy!" the third boy, Mark, suggested loudly and I shook my head, looking around the empty lot like a trapped animal.

They were all older than me, bigger too, and I didn't know why they hated me. Probably they didn't, at least not anymore than a bully hates anyone in particular. They weren't picking on me because of who I was or what I'd done, but only because of where I was – in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"You wanna get beat up?" Billy asked and I shook my head.

"I just wanna go home," I cried. "Just let me go home."

"What a baby," Mark snorted. "He wants to tell his mommy on us."

"I won't tell," I promised quickly, looking up the boys as they crowded around me.

"Kiss my dick first," Billy said.

"Oh man!" Dale laughed, looking at his friend. "That's sick, dude."

"Yeah!" Mark was nodding his head though. "Kiss my dick too, faggot!"

He'd already started unzipping his jeans while Billy laughed and shook his dick in my face. Dale didn't look too sure, but after a second's hesitation he opened his fly and pulled out his flaccid penis.

"Do it!" Billy commanded me. "Kiss it or I'll kick your ass."

"Should make him suck it," Mark said as he wiggled his limp dick between his fingers.

"N-No," I swallowed hard, sniffling and wiping my nose on the sleeve of my jacket. "I can't! Leave me alone!"

I tried to get away, I really did, but being all of thirteen years old and rather small even for that tender age, I didn't get too far. Billy and his friends were fifteen already and two years might not sound like much, but it is. They hit me on the shoulders mostly and I'm sure it seemed worse than it was. They terrified me and in the end, with no parents or teachers or anyone else around to save me…

"He's doing it!" Mark exclaimed as I closed my eyes and touched as little of my lips to his penis as possible.

"Mine too!" Billy insisted and his dick had gotten bigger while he'd been hitting me, longer and thicker and harder until it stood out from the opening of his jeans.

"Billy's got a boner!" Dale laughed. "Make him suck it!"

"Yeah! Suck it, homo!" Mark agreed, but I only kissed the smooth round head at first.

"Not like that," Billy told me. "Open your mouth!"

When I didn't, he slapped my ear and that hurt a lot more than getting slugged in the shoulder.

I wept like a little girl when I took Billy's cock between my trembling lips. My whole body shook with fear and anger and humiliation. I'd never felt that before. Humiliation is an adult emotion, or at least an adolescent one. A thirteen year old gets embarrassed, sure, but not humiliated and there's a difference, believe me. I was growing up quickly, but in ways I didn't want to.

Billy didn't really seem to know what he was doing anymore than I did. Perhaps he and his friends had seen pictures someplace, maybe some short video clip on the internet, but that was all. I hadn't even seen that much, but I'd heard of people who sucked dick, boys who did it, and I knew what a fag was. Nobody wanted to be a fag and I choked and almost threw-up, even though I barely had any of Billy's dick in my mouth.

"More!" he yelled, grinning and threatening to hit me again.

"Suck it!" the other two boys said in between calling me names, telling each other how cool it was to see somebody suck a dick. I didn't really pay attention to them. I didn't even want to be there and I tried to ignore what was happening to me, as if it were someone else kneeling in the dirt. Some other little boy crying and letting Billy push his cock deeper between his lips.

I didn't really do anything but give him a warm, wet hole to fuck. I didn't move my tongue or even my head. My arms were wrapped around my tummy, hugging myself like I'd never let go, and I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I only opened them right at the end, when Billy started cumming and at first I thought he was peeing.

"Uhhhh…" he breathed, only that, and all of a sudden I felt something hot squirting into my mouth.

My head jerked back out of reflex, but Billy held my black hair in his fists and didn't let go. That hurt, but I honestly didn't notice at first. I just wanted to get away and when I couldn't, I gagged and coughed, spraying his milky cum between my stretched lips and around his dick. I swallowed some of it, I know I did, and it was like swallowing snot or something. I really did want to puke then and when Billy let me go I spit a bunch of times onto the ground, trying to hawk the stuff out of my throat.

"I'm next!" Mark decided and his cock had gotten hard too.

So had Dale's and they'd been playing with their dicks while watching me suck Billy. Now I had to suck Mark and I should have fought them, but I didn't. I just wanted to get it over with and I opened my mouth and let him use me the way his friend had a moment before. I just knelt in front of him and stayed very still, letting him use my mouth to jerk off with. It didn't take the boy very long either. Two or three minutes maybe and I had another mouthful of hot boy cum to choke on.

Dale went last and he had the biggest dick, but being fifteen it wasn't really as large as I thought. At the time it seemed huge. He made me take all of it too, holding my head tightly, more so than his friends had, and I could feel his thin pubic hair tickling my nose. He moved his hips, fucking my mouth while Billy and Mark cheered him on, telling him to cum in my mouth like they had.

"Swallow it this time," Billy told me. "All of it, faggot."

"Yeah!" Mark kicked at my folded legs with his foot. "Don't spit any out this time, fagboy!"

As if I had a choice? Their words sounded like gibberish to me. All I could hear was the desperation in my gut ringing in my ears. I could smell my fear. I could feel some part of my dying because I knew I was a fag now. I felt confused. That more than anything else, and guilty. All the anger I'd felt towards those three bullies had turned to guilt somehow, because part of me knew I hadn't tried hard enough to get away. I hadn't fought hard enough. I'd given in too easily, like a real fag would.

And then I swallowed my first real mouthful of cum. I didn't plan to, it just happened. Like bad luck or good timing. I had to swallow and just before I did, Dale gasped and the first quick spurt of his semen filled my mouth. I gulped it down and my tormentors knew it. They could hear it and see it and I'd swallowed another boy's cum, if only one time, and it didn't matter that the rest spilled out of my mouth and down my chin.

I was a real fag after that and I would be forever.

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"Hey fagboy!" Mark grinned at me and I'd avoided them for two days, but that wouldn't last.

"I just wanna go home," I whispered, looking around, but knowing there wasn't anyplace to run to.

"Sure," Billy shrugged. "After you suck our dicks."

"Maybe we should kick his ass first," Dale suggested as they crowded around me, but they didn't have to.

I didn't put up a fight. I let them push me down and Mark had already pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn't hard yet, but he grabbed my head and pulled my face to his crotch, laughing while he rubbed his flaccid penis over my closed mouth and nose, across my eyes and cheeks. He grew aroused quickly enough then and when I didn't open right away he slapped my face with his dick as if it was a smallish club.

"Suck it, homo!" he ordered and Mark's two friends were teasing me as well.

I couldn't fight them and even if I did, I'd just lose and still end up doing what they wanted. I'd still feel guilty afterwards too. Some people think that resisting as much as a person can is enough and whatever else happens, you can still keep your pride. I knew that wasn't true and I opened my mouth and let Mark push his cock between my lips. I didn't do anything else, but that alone made me a fag and when the boy came after two or three minutes, he held my red face against his unzipped jeans while I swallowed painfully.

"He swallowed all of it!" Billy laughed. "What a fag!"

"I'm next!" Dale said and even before I'd caught my breath he pulled me onto his swollen cock.

The boy fucked my mouth hard and fast, making me choke and gag as spit ran down my chin. Billy stood close by, jerking off while he watched and I had to grab Dale's thighs to keep my balance. That just made them tease me all the more since it must have looked like I wanted to suck the boy. He came and I swallowed, it was either that or drown in the hot salty semen that filled my mouth. I tried to ignore the flavor and especially the texture.

Billy wanted something else before he fucked my face.

"Kiss my balls, faggot!" he commanded and when I hesitated, he slapped me on the side of the head with his palm. 

"Just punch the fucker," Dale said with a grin.

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "Fuck him up, Billy."

I think they were just saying that stuff to frighten me more than anything else. Bullies have an intuitive grasp of psychology and it worked. I leaned forward, turning my flushed face slightly and found Billy's balls hanging loose from his pants. I kissed them and when he told me to lick them, I did that too.

"Ball licker!" Mark chuckled, shaking his head at the sight of me dragging my small pink tongue across another boy's scrotum.

Billy soon tired of that and he fucked my mouth like his friend had done it, holding my head and moving his hips. I didn't have to do anything except try to breathe around the cock ramming into the back of my mouth every few seconds. When I gagged, he didn't stop. Billy would just tighten his grip and hold me steady while he kept fucking me. When he came I actually felt grateful to him for some reason. We were done finally and I could go home and hide until the next time they found me.

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After awhile, maybe the fifth or sixth time they caught me after school, the three boys had a better idea. Someone could see us outside and in the open and none of them wanted to be seen getting their dicks sucked by another boy. So we started going to Mark's house because his parents both worked and it was more or less on the way home for everyone, even me.

"You know what to do, fagboy!" Dale smiled at me, sitting on a lawn chair as I crawled between his spread legs.

"Yeah," I agreed softly. I'd stopped fighting it completely, but I still didn't like what I was doing.

They thought I did though, just because I didn't cry or beg anymore. I only unzipped Dale's jeans and reached inside the older boy's pants to find his dick already getting hard. I pulled it loose and he stroked my hair, smiling and nodding his head as I licked upward along the underside from the base to the tip. Dale liked the way I did that and he rewarded me with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, cocksucker…Lick my dick," he told me. "Take my balls out too."

He really liked the way I nursed on his scrotum and by that time, I didn't even hesitate. It wasn't like I had much choice. Billy and Mark stood close, watching while they stroked their hard cocks with their fists. I jerked off Dale while I kissed his balls and licked them, took them into my mouth while he watched my eyes. I didn't even cry or anything and I'd gotten pretty good at sucking cock.

"Suck on it, homo! Oh man! You suck good!" Dale held my head in his hands, pulling me up and down on his prick.

"He likes it now, huh?" Billy chuckled. "I knew he was a fag! I told you guys!"

"Shut-up!" Mark grinned at his friend, having heard that a thousand times already. Billy liked to take the credit for turning me into their faggot sex toy.

"I'm gonna blow!" Dale announced for the benefit of his two friends more than me.

I kept sucking, using my tongue and breathing when I could through my nose. A second later he groaned and pulled my mouth down the pulsing shaft as his balls emptied quickly and I swallowed hard and fast. I'd gotten better at that too and didn't choke or anything. The salty flavor of his cream didn't bother me anymore and I actually liked it a little, but I couldn't admit it even to myself.

"My turn, homo!" Mark said, leaning against his dad's workbench, and I licked my lips and felt Dale's cum settling warm in my tummy as I crawled across the cement floor.

And that's how it went for about a month or maybe a little longer than that. I sucked the three boys off every single day after school and nobody ever caught us; nobody ever knew what we were doing. I'd grown so used to it by then that I liked it and they knew it, which humiliated me a bit, but mostly I didn't care.

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"I wanna suck it," I breathed, chasing Billy's cock with my mouth while he teased me with it.

"What did you say, faggot?" he asked, holding his cock and moving it around, slapping my face with it.

"I wanna suck your dick," I said a little louder.

"What's the magic word?" Mark asked, standing to my right while I jerked him off.

"Keep going, fagboy!" Dale ordered, standing on my left and I wasn't really coordinated. My left hand would stop moving if I didn't think about it.

"Please," I whispered, jerking off two hard cocks and finally closing my lips around the smooth, swollen head of a third.

"What a homo!" Billy laughed. "Fuck!"

I slid my lips up and down his hard penis without ever letting him escape. I'd turned into a real expert after giving about a hundred blowjobs to those boys. More than that because I could make them cum after just a couple minutes and they usually wanted me to do it again before letting me go home. Like on this particular day, I'd already sucked them off once and now we were doing it again.

Mark and Dale had wet, slippery dicks covered with the semen I hadn't swallowed and they fucked my hands slowly. Billy kept my hair out of my eyes so he could see them bright and shining with happiness while I bobbed up and down slowly, taking my time so I could enjoy it longer. I loved sucking their cocks. It's all I wanted to do mostly and I'd sit in school, fidgeting all day long while I waited impatiently for the last bell.

But one day…

"Where are we going?" I wondered as we walked past Mark's garage.

"You'll see, fagboy!" Mark told me with a grin.

"It's a surprise," Billy said, giving me a little push from behind.

"In the basement," Mark explained, unlocking the door and letting us into the kitchen. I'd never been inside his house before.

"Why?" I asked, but they just laughed and wouldn't really tell me anything.

I went down the stairs, feeling a little nervous maybe, but not scared or anything. The basement wasn't finished. It looked pretty plain and filled with a lot of junk the way basements are. The washer and dryer was down there and boxes and old bicycles and some weight lifting equipment that looked like it never got used. The only thing that seemed really odd was the old stained mattress laying flat on the floor and then they grabbed me.

"Push him down!" Billy said as I struggled weakly, but only because I felt confused.

I didn't know why they were holding my arms and pushing me down to the mattress. I felt a little scared too and I tried to tell them they didn't have to make me do anything. I wanted to suck their dicks, but they only laughed and told me to stop fighting even though I really wasn't. I just didn't know what was going on.

"Time to get fucked, fagboy!" Mark said as they got me face down on my stomach.

"What? No! Let me go!" I yelled, almost but not quite understanding what he meant. They couldn't fuck me…I was a boy!

"Stop fighting, faggot!" Dale slapped my head after Mark had taken my wrists in his hands, stretching my arms over my head.

"Get his leg, dude!" Billy told his friend and I'd started kicking, trying to squirm away and yank my arms free.

"I don't want to!" I tried telling them as I squirmed. "I'll suck you guys, okay? Stop!"

"Knock it off, homo!" Mark told me, gripping my wrists so tightly it hurt. He held my hands together between his knees.

They were all kind of yelling at me and I bucked my hips when I felt Billy tugging at my pants, pulling them down my hips as the snap popped all by itself. The boy pulled my underwear down as well, taking off my shoes so he could get me naked from the waist down while Dale and Mark held me tight. My hips came up and they laughed when they saw my little thirteen-year-old dick hard and pointing downward.

"The fag likes it!" Mark grinned.

"Fagboy wants it, Billy!" Dale said. "Fuck his butt!"

"Yeah," Billy agreed as he quickly took off his own pants and underwear. "I'm going to!"

He laid down on top of me, covering my smaller body with his, and I could feel Billy's erection stabbing at my butt. I felt like I'd suffocate because he seemed so heavy. The boy's knees were outside my thighs as Dale held my ankles the way Mark held my wrists, except not close together. My legs were slightly spread, not too far, but enough that Billy could find my virgin anus with his cockhead. I squeezed my cheeks to try and keep him out, but I couldn't do that forever and Billy kept pushing.

"No! Nu-uhg!" I grunted when his cock forced my asshole open and the smooth head suddenly popped inside my rectum.

"Mmmm…Dude!" Billy grinned at Mark. "It feels good!"

"Fuck him!" the other boy replied. "Hurry up, I wanna go next!"

"It hurts!" I whined, feeling my eyes growing wet as I begged them to stop, but they didn't.

Billy started fucking me, pushing hard into my burning butt for a second and then relaxing. He never pulled back, I don't think, but just paused before jamming his dick a fraction deeper. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it did at the time, but I was frightened and confused and positive that getting butt fucked had to be the worst thing in the world. My ass felt hot and bruised maybe, but the pain seemed more like a sharp cramp than anything else.

"Oh man! This feels good!" Billy breathed, sliding his cock back and forth inside my rectum.

He'd gotten all the way inside me, fucking me with all of his cock, and I felt my ass throbbing around him. I could feel my heartbeat down there as my butt seemed too small for Billy's cock. My rectum held his erection, squeezing the boy as if I didn't want to let him go. I wasn't struggling anymore either. Billy held me down with his chest against my back, breathing into my ear while he moved his hips faster and faster.

"Ah fuck!" he gasped after just a minute or two and I felt something inside me, warm and greasy and kind of gross.

"Are you cumming?" Mark asked and Billy didn't say anything.

He didn't even move while his cock jerked against my clasping ass, spurting his boy cum inside my butt. Billy just lay panting on my back, breathing in my ear and we stayed like that until he'd finished cumming. I hadn't even realized that Mark had let my arms go until I opened my eyes and saw him standing above us, kicking off his shoes and pushing his pants down.

"God! You fuck good," Billy told me with a grin, but I hadn't done anything but lie there. I didn't know what he was talking about.

"My turn!" Mark took the other boy's place, pushing down on my shoulders in case I tried to get up, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Ugh!" I winced when I felt his dick pushing past my tender asshole.

"Shut-up, fagboy!" Mark gasped and then grinned at his friends. "He's hot inside!"

His cock went in a lot easier than Billy's had, probably because I was full of boy cum. Billy had stretched my butt as well, so Mark's stiff cock slid inside me all the way with one hard push and he held himself there for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation. Soon enough he started fucking me though, working his dick back and forth with short, fast strokes. It didn't hurt that much really, but I didn't want to like it either and I was glad when he came after only a few minutes.

Dale fucked me last and he had a slightly longer cock than the other two boys. I could feel it touching something in my butt and I'd get a little jolt of pleasure. I mean, it really did feel good whatever his cock was kissing inside me and I kept my eyes closed and tried not to breathe. I didn't want to think about what I felt and it seemed to me that nothing should have felt good. I was getting fucked like a girl and I had to hate it, but maybe I didn't.

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My mom had answered the door one Saturday and she looked as confused as I felt when I saw Dale standing on the front porch.

"Hey! What's up?" he asked, smiling like we were old friends and I guess in a way we were.

"Hi," I said carefully and my mom left us finally, wondering why some kid a couple years older than me would ring the doorbell.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something," Dale said, not even acting a little shy.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, feeling my heart ready to burst. I was terrified and I didn't know why.

"I mean, just me and you," he said softly. "Nobody else this time."

"But…" I swallowed hard. "Why?"

"Why not?" He laughed. "We can go to my house. You wanna?"

"No!" I blinked at him and Dale looked genuinely surprised.

Why would I want to have anything to do with any of those guys? That's the real question. They'd bullied me and teased me, hit me and made me suck their dicks. They'd even fucked my butt! And now Dale came to my house and asked me to come to his house so he could do it some more? He had to be insane!

"Yeah, you do," he said with a grin as I started to turn around. "Just admit it."

"Admit what?" I whispered. "Shut-up!"

"You're a little fag," he spoke softly, standing close to me and touching my shoulder with his hand. "You want everybody to find out?"

"I am not!" I snorted. "You guys made me…"

"Shhhh…Come on," Dale insisted. "Let's go to my house. It'll be better that way."

"It will not," I said with a frown. "You're just gonna call me names again and beat me up or something."

"I'm not gonna beat you up," he breathed into my ear. "I just wanna fuck you again."

"You're a jerk," I whispered and my face had turned a little red, but I felt excited too.

"I'll let you suck me off too," he said, taking my hand and pulling it to the lump in his pants.

"Stop it!" I jerked my hand away like he'd burned me, looking over my shoulder and half-expecting my mom to be standing there.

"You make my dick hard." He glanced around too, but we were alone. "Just me and you this time."

"You're gonna be nice?" I asked reluctantly and he nodded.

"Course I am," he said with a smile. "Let's go to my house and I'll prove it."

"Alright, um…I gotta tell my mom first," I decided, wondering why I'd changed my mind, but already knowing the answer.

See, even if I really was a fag, then I still didn't want to be alone. There's nothing in the world worse than that, believe me, and I'd been alone for a long time it seemed like. I hated it. I'd have done anything just to have a friend, like a boyfriend, you know? Even if he turned out to be a jerk like Dale.

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"You've got a cool room," I said, sitting next to Dale on his bed. We were both leaning against the pillows.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Come here."

"What?" I looked at him with a hard swallow and he kissed me.

The bigger boy's hand rubbed my flat chest through my t-shirt and his tongue slipped between my lips. I'd never been kissed before and I felt my tummy knotted up and my heart suddenly going faster. He seemed to fill my mouth, his tongue wriggling around inside and coaxing me to kiss him back. I had the sudden realization that we were making out. I was just thirteen years old and being French kissed by another boy, a fifteen-year-old, and I liked it lot.

Dale's hand moved down my body and he cupped my crotch as I spread my thighs. We were still dressed, but the pressure felt good as he squeezed my small dick and balls through my jeans. I sucked on his tongue and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and squirming my hips. I never knew kissing could feel so wonderful. I felt hot all over, inside and out as I shivered with excitement.

After a little while we stopped, both of us pink faced and breathing hard. Dale undressed quickly, practically tearing off his clothes as I pushed my jeans down my legs. We didn't say anything, but only smiled a lot and for the first time I realized how handsome Dale looked. I'd never noticed before, but something had changed with our kiss. He looked like the most handsome boy in the world just then and his cock sprang outward hard and strong, and a lot bigger than mine as he got between my legs.

He covered my body as I widened my knees around his hips. Dale's erection rubbed against mine. The underside of his hot, heavy penis slid back and forth, rubbing my smaller dick while we kissed again. I could feel his soft scrotum moving against my skin, his sperm filled balls teasing me with the light hair that covered it. I groaned into his mouth and lifted my knees higher, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling the boy against me.

When Dale reached down and adjusted his hips to point his cock at my asshole, I didn't try to stop him. I only kissed him more eagerly and suddenly gasped into his mouth when Dale punched his smooth, glistening cockhead past my sphincter and into my rectum. He fucked me hard and fast, driving his cock inside me the same way he fucked my mouth with his tongue. It hurt a little, but I'd been fucked before anyway. My tight little ass had gotten used to being ridden by bigger boys and this time we were making love. It didn't hurt at all.

"Ugh yeah!" Dale grunted when he came after only two or three minutes of fucking me.

"Hmmm…" I sighed, smiling and panting as I felt his cock jerking against the soft walls of my rectum and his semen filling my butt with a greasy warmth.

"I love fucking you," he said with a grin once he'd rolled off me and onto his back.

"Are you my boyfriend now?" I asked him, not feeling as shy as I should have asking a question like that.

"Huh?" He looked at me and I'd felt so happy and warm a second before, but suddenly I didn't.

"Never mind."

"I'm not a fag," Dale said. "I just like fucking, you know? It doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah." I frowned.

"You've got a sexy body," he sighed a minute later, stroking my smooth thighs and up to my tummy. "For a boy, I mean."

Dale's cock had grown hard again and my smallish erection had been begging for attention, but I'd ignored it. I sort of wanted to go home since I knew the guy didn't really like me at all; he only liked the sex stuff.

"Sit back…Like this…" He started pushing and pulling me and I really didn't know what Dale wanted until he had my head off the pillows and flat on the mattress.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he straddled my shoulders with his knees, shifting his hips forward until his cock touched my lips.

"Suck on it," he whispered, holding his erection and slapping my mouth lightly. "Open up…Come on…I want you to suck my dick."

I almost said no, but I didn't. I just opened my mouth and let him push his slimy cock across my tongue. It smelled kind of funny and tasted sort of bitter after being in my butt. I washed Dale's penis with my tongue, doing it the way him and his friends had taught me, and after awhile I didn't even notice the odd flavor. I held his naked butt in my hands, pulling the bigger boy into my mouth and breathing through my nose.

He pulled his cock from my lips with a loud, wet plop and scooted forward so I could suck his balls. His dick slid over my nose and eyes, across my forehead as I kissed, licked, and suckled his soft scrotum. After a few minutes of that, Dale had an even better idea and I found his puckered asshole over my mouth. I hesitated, but only for a second. My own cock strained for release, my balls aching with too much cum inside them, and I just wanted sex. I didn't care about anything else.

I licked Dale's asshole and pursed my lips, kissing and sucking and trying to wriggle the tip of my tongue inside him. I'd never done anything like that before, giving another boy a rim job, but he seemed to like it a lot.

"Jerk me off," he said. "I wanna cum again."

"Ummph…" I agreed, feeling my face wet and hot. I'd gotten his anus very wet with spit and I'd been pulling his butt cheeks apart with my fingers.

Now I let him go with my right hand and took his cock in my fist. I pumped the shaft over my face with my nose buried beneath his ball sack and my tongue tickling his asshole. I tasted him bitter-sweet, almost tangy as I managed to get the tip past the soft, rubber ring of Dale's anus. I tongue fucked his ass, just a little, while I jerked him off. It didn't take very long before I felt his cock swelling just a split second before his cum exploded onto my forehead with rapid spurts that made his asshole quiver with tiny contractions.

Dale made a real mess on my face and he wouldn't let me clean myself up until he took some pictures. I lay there breathless and flushed pink, damp with sweat and covered from my nose to my hair with spunk. Some of it had gotten in my eyes and it stung a little, making me blink as my eyes watered with tears. Some of the pictures had his cock in them, lying across my lips or cheeks, but most of them were just of me and I didn't like it very much.

He even took pictures of my butt, all red and puffy after he'd fucked me, leaking his milky semen down to my balls as I posed on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder at the camera. His cock was in some of those pictures too, wedged between my butt cheeks and then inside me since taking pictures of my well-fucked ass made him horny again. He pushed his penis inside me slowly, snapping pictures as his old cum got squished out around the shaft, and then he gave up and just fucked me until he came again.

"What are you gonna do with the pictures?" I asked him later, but Dale wouldn't tell me and I left his house trying not to worry about it.

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Everybody knew. The whole high school and most of the middle school. Dale had put my pictures on the internet, but not for very long. Just long enough so everybody could see them and download them and know what a little faggot I was.

That's when Carl entered my life, or my mom's life I should say; before that he'd just been Mr. Moore. This was about two weeks later, after the worst of the teasing was over. I don't really want to think about the stuff my classmates said to me. I didn't have any friends anymore. I didn't have a name except "faggot" or "homo" and they even called me that in front of the teachers sometimes. A couple guys wanted to beat me up, pushing me around and being bullies while the other kids watched and laughed mostly. Especially the girls. They were even worse than the boys, some of them.

"Where are you going?" I asked my mom and she smiled at me as she fixed her earrings.

"I'm going on a date," she replied. "How do I look?"

"Nice," I said and it wasn't all that big of a deal. I was kind of glad because it took her mind off me and she knew something was wrong, but I wouldn't tell her what.

Mom was only 30 years old and she wasn't unattractive at all and a lot of men liked her a lot. She went on dates all the time, at least one a week usually, but for whatever reason a lot of them were only first or second dates. I suspected the men weren't really interested in getting serious with a woman who had a teenage son. Mom didn't ever blame me though, she'd just shrug and smile and go out with another guy the following weekend.

I knew she wanted to hook up with someone. Like, get married and everything, but after Dad left I guess she wanted to be a little more choosy too. I knew she went out with some of those guys just because she wanted sex. That's the only thing that kind of bothered me. Once in awhile Mom would bring a man home and I could hear them doing it through the wall between our bedrooms. The idea of someone fucking my mom always made me kind of mad or resentful or something. Jealous, I guess, although I didn't want to have sex with her myself. No way! I just didn't want anyone else to do it either. I mean, she's my mom!

Anyway, I smiled and told her she looked great because she did. Her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders and her dress showed off her slender body and large, firm tits. She had narrow hips and a tiny waist to go along with her small round ass, but her boobs were big and kind of in-your-face the way they strained at her stretchy top and Mom didn't wear a bra. I could see the bumps of her nipples plain as day.

The doorbell rang and Mom looked at her watch.

"Shoot, he's early," she said. "Answer the door and I'll be down in a minute, okay? Be nice."

"I will," I promised, but when I opened the front door I got a real shock.

"Hello," Mr. Moore, my math teacher, said with a cheerful smile. "Is your mom home?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked before I could stop myself, but it seemed pretty obvious considering he held flowers in his hand.

"Picking up my date, I hope." He chuckled at the look on my face and he was definitely not the sort of guy Mom usually went out with.

Most guys were a few years younger than my mom, actually. Like men in their late twenties usually and that's because my mom didn't look much older than twenty-five herself in all truthfulness. I think that's why so many of them were surprised to meet me. They were mostly good looking too, real hunks for the most part, especially the ones Mom wanted to sleep with. She liked to have sex with handsome guys, you know, the same as everyone else; so why did she agree to go out with Mr. Moore?

The man had to be forty years old with a bald spot on his head and kind of a big belly. I wouldn't call him fat, just…out of shape. He had a spare tire going and he wasn't very tall, which didn't help either. He looked like an average, middle-aged man. He looked like a teacher too, the boring one that nobody wanted. Unfortunately, nobody had a choice since he taught all the math for all the kids at my middle school. Why was my mom going out with him? They'd only met once, at the parent-teacher conference, and she'd never mentioned him again after that.

"Hi Carl," Mom said as she came down the stairs, showing off her long legs all the way. "I just have to find my shoes. Sorry."

"Wow! You look great! Take your time," he said. "Oh! I, uh…hope you like roses."

"Oh, they're beautiful," she said, but even I knew a dozen roses were a lot of flowers for a first date. This guy wanted to fuck her bad!

"Want me to put them in some water, Mom?" I asked, kind of swiping them out of Mr. Moore's hand. I thought I had him figured out now, I just didn't understand what Mom saw in him.

"That would be nice," she replied absently, opening the closet and finding a pair of high heels.

"He's a good boy," Mr. Moore said, earning a smile from her as I went to the kitchen.

They left shortly after that and I worried about it all night. He didn't fuck her though, Mom just gave him a kiss goodnight on the doorstep while I watched from my bedroom window. A small kiss too, and that made me feel a little better.

Going to school the following Monday seemed strange though. Except school was always strange now that everyone knew I was a fag. Nobody talked to me unless they wanted to give me a hard time.

"Hey sperm eater," Chris Johnson said as he gave me a shove and his friends laughed. At least nobody tried to beat me up anymore, they only liked to shove me sometimes.

"What color panties are you wearing today?" Theresa Hodges asked me and her friends giggled. Girls were the worst just because I didn't understand why they'd even care.

Mr. Moore didn't treat me any differently in class though. He taught the way he always did, droning on and on, calling on kids to solve math problems on the board. The only thing different was when he handed out our test papers from the previous Friday and mine had a big A+ written on it. I never got A's in anything and when we went over the test with Mr. Moore explaining some of the problems and how they were solved, I could see I'd gotten some of them wrong, but he hadn't marked them at all.

I didn't say anything, but it seemed pretty obvious that as long as he dated my mom, I'd be getting good grades. Probably he expected me to say nice things about him to her over dinner.

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"Is everything all right for you?" the principal asked me one day and several of my teachers had already tried to talk to me.

"I'm fine," I replied with a shrug.

"You know, um…I've heard some of the things the other students are saying."

I blushed and looked down at my hands.

"I've told the teachers to put a stop to it, but…" he sighed. "It isn't that easy."

"Yeah," I said, refusing to look at him.

"I'm thinking I should talk to your mother, but I don't want to make things any harder for you."

"Don't do that." I looked up. "Please? She doesn't know."

"I won't," he promised me. "But you should think about talking to her, maybe finding someone else, you know, um…I can help you find someone."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why they're saying those things about you," the principal said. "I'm not going to ask you if they're true or anything like that, but if you are, uh…gay…" he cleared his throat, "…you should discuss it with a psychiatrist maybe, or a…"

"A shrink?" I blinked at him.

"…a counselor," he said with a nod. "Someone who can help you deal with it."

"I don't want to talk to anyone," I decided. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah," the principal said and he didn't look any happier than I did with our stupid conversation.

 

Chapter 2