The Misfits 
Chapter Two

After Dale had posted my pictures on the internet and totally destroyed my life, I'd stopped going to Mark's garage. That's where we met after school and sometimes we'd go down to his basement, or usually we'd just have sex right there. I'd expected them to be angry, maybe even come to my house and get me, but they didn't and after a week I missed it. I know how dumb that sounds, but those three boys were the only friends I had anymore and I'd lay in bed jerking off thinking about them. I missed having sex a lot too.

So, I'd ended up going to Mark's house after school one day and it was like nothing had happened. I started meeting them everyday again, just like I had before.

"Yeah, suck it!" Mark said, grinning as he knelt in front of me with his pants around his thighs.

"I'm gonna cum fast today!" Billy told us, slapping my bare butt as he worked his cock in and out of my rectum. "Fuck! He's hot inside!"

I'd gotten naked and Mark had found an old blanket to put on the concrete floor. I held myself up with my left arm and jerked Dale off with my right hand while he waited his turn. Usually they all fucked me twice, once in my mouth and once in my butt. Sometimes they made me do other stuff too. After Dale told his friends how I'd licked his asshole, the other two made me lick theirs as well.

That's what Dale wanted after Mark came in my mouth and I'd swallowed as much of his spunk as I could, the rest of it dripping off my chin.

"Eat my ass, fagboy!" he said, getting on his knees and bending at the waist until his face and shoulders lay on the blanket.

Dale reached back to pull his butt cheeks apart for me and I dove into his tight sphincter like I'd been starving for it. I licked and kissed his asshole, puckered up my lips and sucked noisily while Billy rode my ass with his cock driving deep into my bowels. It felt pretty amazing for me, even if it was a little humiliating kissing another boy's anus while his friends watched. I held Dale's cock in my hand, reaching between his thighs to pull it down as if milking a cow or something. His hairy balls tickled my wrist as they'd bounce around and I did my best to fuck my tongue into his rectum.

When he got close to cumming, Dale turned around and jerked off on my face. I tilted my head upward and stuck out my tongue to catch as much of his hot semen as I could, but he liked to make a mess and shot his load everywhere but my mouth. Only when his orgasm had finished did he push his dick between my lips and let me suck him clean.

By that time Billy had finished in my ass, giving me a sweet sperm enema that made it real easy for Mark. He slammed his cock inside me with one quick thrust and I grunted with the pleasure of it. I loved getting fucked and it didn't hurt at all. My asshole had gotten used to having a hard cock inside it and usually it was the emptiness that felt uncomfortable. Sometimes I used one of my mom's hairbrushes to fuck myself with when I jerked off in bed and that made it better. She had one brush in particular with a smooth round handle that really felt good.

"Hold on a second…Don't move," Mark breathed, keeping my rectum wrapped around his dick.

"What are you doing, man?" Billy wondered and I looked over my shoulder at the boy, licking around my semen stained mouth.

"Ahhh…" Mark sighed and I jerked as I felt something wet and watery rushing into my ass. "Hold still, fag!"

"No! Stop it!" I protested, but he dug his fingers painfully into my hips and I couldn't get away.

"Are you pissing?" Dale asked with a grin. "Oh shit!"

"Yeah," Mark nodded, flooding my asshole with his hot urine. "I really had to go!"

"You jerk!" I made a face, wincing even though it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt kind of nice, except it was piss.

"Me too," Billy decided and he took his place in front of me, pushing his limp dick past my lips before I realized what he planned on doing.

"Mmmph!" I shook my head, but he held me tightly in place with his hands. When I pushed his cock out with my tongue, Billy cuffed me.

"Suck on it!" he demanded and I blinked back tears of humiliation as I caught his cock with my open mouth and closed my lips around the shaft.

"This is fuckin' weird!" Dale laughed.

"Now drink, faggot!" Billy told me, letting his bladder go and I gagged on the flood of hot piss.

It squirted out of my mouth and made my cheeks bulge and I had to swallow some of it or I'd drown. Billy's pee tasted bitter and salty, hot too and I took three or four large swallows before I gagged and almost puked the stuff back up. He didn't stop either, not until his bladder emptied completely, and then Billy shook the piss off his dick and onto my flushed face. I'd gotten soaked from my face down to my chest and my stomach felt nauseas, like I'd throw up any second, but I didn't.

"Don't make a mess," Mark warned me, pulling his cock out of my butt slowly, but I didn't even try to hold his piss inside me. It all gushed out of my asshole quickly, splashing down my thighs and soaking into the blanket.

"Look!" Dale said and he just pissed on my face. "Open your mouth! Catch it!"

My mouth was already open though and I coughed as he aimed the spray between my lips. I had to swallow more of piss and by the time he'd finished, my whole body had been soaked with urine. After that, piss games became another daily ritual. Dale, Mark, and Billy thought it was great and they slowly, but surely trained me to love their piss and by Friday afternoon I could drink a glass full of Billy's fresh piss without even gagging on it.

"Straight from the tap," Mark told me, giving me his soft dick and I drank quickly as he let his bladder go.

I spilled some, but not much and he rewarded me with a mouthful of spit. 

"Look up," he said and when I did, he worked up a big wet gob of saliva and let it drip from his mouth into mine. "Just pretend we're kissing, faggot."

That made the other two boys laugh and afterwards they'd kiss me that way often. Not touching my lips with theirs, although Dale had made out with me before – his friends didn't know about that – but only giving me their spit and there didn't seem to be too many more ways they could humiliate me. In fact, I think it kind of disappointed them that I didn't put up more of a fight than I did. They weren't anything but bullies really, but I liked to pretend they were my boyfriends.

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Mom had another date Saturday night.

"You're going out with Mr. Moore again?" I asked, looking politely away from my mom as she wore only a lacy black bra above her skirt.

"Uh-huh," she said and then narrowed her blue eyes suspiciously. "Why? Don't you like him? He says you're one of his best students."

"He's okay." I said with a shrug, but I wanted to tell Mom I was only his best student because he wanted to have sex with her.

"Well…" Mom rolled her eyes and giggled. "He's not exactly Brad Pitt, but he's very nice and I had a good time the other night, so…"

"Yeah," I said. "It's okay, Mom. It's just weird cause he's my teacher."

"Is that why your friends are giving you a hard time at school?"

"What?" I swallowed hard.

"Carl told me some of the kids are teasing you," Mom said. "Is that why?"

"Kind of," I said slowly, wishing I could look in her eyes when I lied, but I couldn't. "I'm fine. They're just being stupid."

"Don't pay them any attention," she told me, giving me a hug and it felt strange because she didn't have a blouse on. I felt her bare skin under my fingers and the lace of her bra against my chin.

"I won't," I promised. "You better hurry up. It's almost seven."

"Yeah," she agreed, letting me go. "Are you sure it's okay? I mean, me going out with your teacher?"

"Sure," I told her. "You deserve to have fun, right?"

"I hope so!" Mom gave me a smile and a small giggle. 

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"What are you doing here?" I blinked at Dale. He'd rang the doorbell about ten minutes after my mom had left with Mr. Moore on their date.

"I just wanted to see you," he said, leaning left and right as he looked over my shoulders. "Your mom took off, right?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. "How do you know?"

"I dunno," he said with a shrug and then fixed his dark eyes on mine. "You gonna let me in or what?"

"What do you want?" I frowned and let him in the house, closing the door and turning to face him.

"What do you think I want?" he asked, reaching for his crotch and squeezing the obvious lump in his pants. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Yeah?" I licked my lips and I should have told him to get out, but I felt the rush of adrenaline I always got when we had sex. I liked it a lot, even if Dale and his friends were jerks. I hated being lonely all the time.

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer so I had to look up at him. "You know, um…if I kiss you, it doesn't make me a fag. Right?"

"I know," I breathed, watching his tongue move between his lips.

"So, you ain‘t gonna tell anybody," Dale whispered, reaching around my hips to grab my butt through the old brown cords I wore.

"I won't tell," I promised, feeling my heart thump as the bigger boy pulled my tummy against his crotch.

He kissed me right there by the front door, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and working it around. I wrapped my arms around Dale's neck and wiggled my butt in his hands. He kissed even better than before, I thought, and his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once as he tickled me with it. I moaned softly and played my tongue against his, inviting him to kiss me as hard and deep as he wanted.

"Yeah," he breathed after a couple minutes of serious Frenching. 

We were both warm and pink and Dale gathered his saliva and spit it into my panting mouth. I swallowed it with a familiar rush of humiliation when he smiled, but I didn't care. When he pushed his thumb between my lips I sucked on it like a cock, keeping my eyes on his while he slid it back and forth slowly.

"You faggot," he whispered. "You wanna suck my cock, don't you?"

"Yessss…" I hissed softly. "Do you wanna go to my room?"

"Let's go," he agreed.

We made out for a long time and I liked that the best. Just being kissed by a boy two years older than me while I jerked him off. We were both naked and Dale had his hand between my thighs, his finger pushing inside my asshole as if I had a pussy. He finger fucked me and I rocked my hips and felt my dick dripping with arousal. Sometimes he'd rub it for me, but not enough and I felt myself getting desperate.

He'd kiss my nipples though. Dale licked and kissed my flat chest, sucking my nipples until they were hard little pebbles and then biting them. It kind of hurt, but it still felt good for some reason too. I liked it a lot and suddenly understood why girls like having their tits played with so much. I cradled his head, gasping softly and kissing the back of his neck while my other hand massaged his cock with growing urgency. I pushed my fingers down to feel Dale's balls, rolling them gently until he had enough playing around and pushed my head down.

"Look at me when you suck my dick," he said, digging his fingers into my hair while I worked my lips up and down the smooth shaft.

I sucked him off for five minutes maybe, but Dale didn't want to cum in my mouth. He'd started getting desperate too and wanted to fuck me in the butt. I just smiled and panted for air as the boy pushed me onto my tummy.

"Ummm…" I winced as he pushed his cock into my ass, fucking me hard and fast with the hot slapping of sweaty flesh filling our ears.

"Uh-huh…Fuck…" he groaned into my ear and I turned my head so he could flick his tongue against mine.

I came before he did, the delicious pressure in my rectum pushing my straining dick against the sheets until I spilled my juice with a shivering moan. Dale came a minute or two later, bouncing his pelvis against my ass and pumping me full of hot semen. I clenched my butt around him, milking Dale's balls for every drop I could get while I smiled and caught my breath.

"Suck on it now," he breathed, pulling his cum slick dick out of my ass and pushing me so I'd roll over.

I didn't mind washing his cock after he'd butt fucked me with it. I'd grown used to stuff like that and Dale sat on my chest, feeding me his dick until I'd gotten him hard enough to fuck my mouth. He leaned over me, grabbing the headboard with his cock pointing down and I held his ass while he used my face like a cunt. Every now and again he'd go too deep and make me gag, but I'd become a pretty good cocksucker by then and he didn't leave my warm, wet mouth for ten minutes. My lips felt bruised and swollen by the time he finally dumped his sperm on my tongue, but it had been worth the wait and I swallowed hungrily.

"I'm gonna pee too," he told me and we both waited until he could relax enough to let his bladder go.

I swallowed his piss, drinking quickly and trying not to spill any. It still upset my stomach, but I'd gotten used to that sensation and especially the flavor. The taste of urine didn't bother me at all anymore and when Dale had finished pissing I licked his cock clean and only let him pull out of my mouth reluctantly. He let me lick his balls as well and then his asshole, kneeling over my face as I buried my tongue between his sweaty ass cheeks.

Dale let me eat his ass for a long while, until his cock became stiff for a third time and then he gave me one last fuck. I had my legs over his shoulders while he pinned me down, smiling and occasionally spitting into my open mouth while he drove his cock inside my already cum filled rectum. My dick had gotten hard again too, but it just lay on my tummy drooling precum while the boy fucked me like a girl.

After he came inside me and I'd washed his cock again with my tongue, Dale took off. We'd been having sex for almost two hours although it seemed like two minutes to me. I took a long bath and fingered my tender asshole while I jerked off, feeling happy for the first time in a long time. I knew it wasn't real happiness, since he'd only wanted to use me for sex and didn't really care about me at all, but even so it was still better than nothing and I liked to pretend that he loved me.

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"Oh God! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Mom must have really loved Mr. Moore's cock because she usually didn't make that much noise.

I lay in my bed listening to them. Only the second date and my ugly math teacher was nailing my sexy mom to the bed. I couldn't believe it, but her gasps and moans were pretty hard to deny. Her bed squeaked too and near the end I could hear the headboard banging against the wall.

The next morning I'd just sat down at the kitchen table to have a bowl of Rice Krispies when Mr. Moore walked in totally naked. I blinked at the man, especially at his cock which looked huge! God! It wasn't totally hard, but he must have been fucking my mom again for breakfast. It looked dark and shiny with sex juices, the smooth glans practically dripping as it pointed downward. The thick shaft arched out from a next of matted pubic hair like a fat rainbow about eight inches long probably and I wondered how big it got when he was excited.

"Huh?"

Mr. Moore had been saying something and I swallowed hard, dragging my eyes upward from his dick, over his pale pot belly to his smiling face.

"See something you like?" he asked me with a chuckle, standing just a few feet from me.

"No." I whispered, blinking quickly and feeling my whole body burn.

"It's alright," he told me, glancing over his shoulder. "You want to touch it?"

"What?" I licked my lips.

"Go ahead," he whispered. "I won't tell. Give it a kiss."

My mouth felt dry and my stomach knotted up so hard I could barely breathe. My heart stammered and I trembled beneath the rush of adrenalin that filled me. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen and it twitched or jerked, or…something. It moved by itself, as if trying to grow hard again right before my eyes.

"Come on," he breathed, taking another step and all I had to do was lean forward. "Ummm…Yeah, lick it. Use your tongue."

I held Mr. Moore's cock in my hand and felt him hot and surprisingly heavy as I closed my mouth over the head. He forced me to open wide and I couldn't get much more than the head past my lips. I swirled my tongue around the glans and tickled his pisshole. My other hand cradled his generous balls. They were heavy as well and much bigger than Dale's. I sucked his dick for thirty seconds maybe, no longer than a minute at the most, finding the flavor a lot different than I expected. It was salty, but oily too with a faintly bitter-sweet flavor, kind of tangy almost and I didn't know if I liked it or not.

"How's my dick taste?" Mr. Moore asked me and I blinked at him. "That's your mom's pussy you're sucking."

He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet raspberry sound because I'd been sucking him like a huge straw. 

"Don't worry," he told me. "We're gonna do this again sometime. I'll let you in on a little secret…"

"What?" I whispered, feeling dizzy with a confusion of conflicting emotions.

"I'm going to marry that hot little pussy upstairs," he whispered. "And you're going to help me, right?"

"I don't know," I said dumbly.

"Yeah you do," he said with a chuckle. "Give my cock another kiss, faggot."

He slapped his heavy dick against my mouth and I opened for it, trying to catch the head between my lips. It would have been embarrassing if I hadn't been so completely in lust all of a sudden. He let me suck on it for a couple minutes and it grew quickly to something like ten inches, maybe even more, although it didn't get that much thicker than it already was. No wonder my mom had been going crazy the night before; I couldn't even imagine that thing fucking me, but I really wanted to try.

"That's enough," he told me. "Save some for Mommy; she wants breakfast in bed. You got any orange juice around here?"

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The good thing about not having any friends at school was that nobody noticed how often Mr. Moore gave me detention.

The first time was barely four days after his second date with my mom. The following Wednesday he gave me an hour's detention for talking in class, which was a total joke. I never said a word to anyone, but it made for a good excuse.

"Fuck," Mr. Moore whispered, pressing me against the wall with his much larger body. "You're a sexy little faggot, aren't you?"

He kissed my mouth, filling me with his tongue while his hand slid under my t-shirt to rub my chest. He'd locked the door and the school generally emptied quickly after the last bell, except for a few clubs and the basketball team. Being just middle school, there really wasn't much going on and Mr. Moore had me for a whole hour all to himself.

"Get on your knees," he breathed. "Suck my cock for awhile."

I could hold his huge dick with both hands and still have more in my mouth. I crammed as much as I could between my taut lips, but there was no way I could get more than the head and maybe another inch or two inside. Mostly I just sucked on the swollen glans and jerked him off, licking up and down the shaft once in awhile to keep him wet and slippery for my fingers.

Mr. Moore wasn't in any kind of a hurry either, unlike Billy and the other guys who usually had sex with me. They were always in a hurry to blow a load down my throat or in my ass, but not my teacher. He stroked my hair and smiled, encouraging me to work my kisses all over his massive prick. He liked to put it on my face while I kissed his balls, the length of his penis stretching from my mouth past my forehead and into my hair.

"Turn around," Mr. Moore finally said, pulling me to my feet and pushing me over his desk.

He pulled down my pants and underwear, standing behind me with his cock sliding up and down between my butt cheeks. He kissed my shoulders and neck, my cheeks and mouth when I turned my head. His hands were under my shirt, pressing against my flat boy tits and making my nipples ache beneath the pressure. I felt his heavy shaft riding my ass, leaking precum as it went and after several minutes of that he told me he wanted to fuck me.

"I want to feel you inside," he breathed. "Just a little bit. Relax…Let me in, faggot…"

I shook with fear and nervous excitement as he brought the smooth glans to my anus. When he started pushing I had to fight not to hold my breath. Breathing made it better. I couldn't relax if I didn't breathe and his cock felt much too big for my thirteen-year-old asshole. I panicked and tried to squirm away, nearly crying like a little girl as I felt the blunt burning of his dick punching into my rectum for the first time.

"Shhhh…" he whispered. "Just a little more…almost…ummm…there!"

Mr. Moore didn't give me all of his cock; not even half of it probably, although it felt like he'd shoved a baseball bat up my butt! He kept rubbing my chest and kissing my cheek as I tried to breathe around the pressure in my gut. One of his hands slid down my tummy to find my soft dick and he played with it, not fucking me at all, but only letting his cock stretch my too small butt.

"Let me make you feel good. Relax…This is nice…Just relax…" he said over and over while he coaxed my small penis to erection and started jerking me off.

That did feel good and the pain of being stuffed too full of cock gave way to the pleasure his hand was giving me. I started moving my hips as I tried to fuck Mr. Moore's fingers and that only meant I fucked the cock in my ass. I gasped as I felt him slide a fraction deeper and then pull back. He wasn't fucking me, I was fucking him and my teacher let me do it. He held himself steady as I worked my asshole around his dick and the good feelings in my penis wouldn't let me think about the pain.

When I started cumming, spewing my boy cum all over his fingers as Mr. Moore cupped the head of my penis, that's when he started fucking me. I didn't feel any pain as he pushed himself a few inches deeper and pulled back only slightly before doing it again. I groaned and shivered with my orgasm, growing giddy with the rush of adrenalin and endorphins my orgasm gave me. When Mr. Moore brought his cum stained hand to my face I licked my own semen from his fingers and swallowed it down.

He never did get all of his cock inside me that first time, but Mr. Moore didn't have to. He fucked me only as deeply as I could comfortably take, rocking his penis into my rectum at a slow, gentle pace until he finally came inside me. His semen felt hot and soothing as it seeped over and between the tender muscles of my ass. I turned my head so he could kiss me and we made out for several minutes until my asshole pushed his softening cock out of me with a distinctive popping sensation.

I cleaned his cock with my mouth afterwards and I always thought of that as my first real adult fuck. Which it was, of course.

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Gradually, I saw less and less of Billy, Dale, and Mark as Mr. Moore kept me after school nearly every day. It surprised me when they didn't get angry about it and at first I thought it was because they'd gotten tired of me, and maybe that's part of it, but they had another reason too. One day I came by Mark's garage only fifteen or twenty minutes late. Mr. Moore hadn't kept me after school, but I'd been volunteered to help another teacher move some books.

When I opened the door to the garage, I saw the reason they didn't really miss me. They had some girl on her hands and knees, getting fucked by Billy and sucking off Mark and Dale at the same time. Her name was Marcia and she'd been my babysitter when I'd been eight or nine years old. She had to be eighteen or close to it, with a plump, round body and fat tits that jiggled every time Billy slapped her big butt with his crotch. I didn't figure they'd bullied her the way they had me and I wondered why she'd be letting three boys fuck her at the same time.

I just stared for a minute before closing the door again and going home. I didn't even think they noticed me, but probably they did and didn't care. I could have joined them maybe and part of me wanted to, but I felt like Marcia had taken my place somehow and I felt unhappy, resentful, maybe even jealous about it. My emotions didn't make sense, but they never did. All I knew was that they didn't need me anymore and didn't even want me probably. They'd never been my friends anyway, not really, and I felt more alone than ever.

That left me with Mr. Moore. He kind of liked me, I thought, except he could be a jerk too sometimes. He liked to call me faggot and he knew what all the kids said about me, of course; all the teachers knew. That's why he'd been so bold that morning in the kitchen and when I'd sucked his dick, he knew he owned me. That's what it felt like too, as if I'd traded three teenage bullies for one adult bully. I liked the sex though and sometimes I wished I didn't.

But Mr. Moore treated me better than Billy or the other boys; better than anyone else in the world, actually, except for my mom. He'd started giving me gifts, sometimes the normal things a man might give his girlfriend's teenage son, like a cool telescope and a chemistry set. But he also bought me clothes, like a pair of sliver short-shorts that were intended for girls, not boys. They were made out of stretchy nylon stuff and so they fit me pretty good as long as I didn't wear any underwear.

Mom had giggled and rolled her eyes when I put them on, but I knew Mr. Moore just wanted to embarrass me or something. Or maybe he just wanted me to look sexy for him; I couldn't always figure him out. The shorts showed off my smooth thighs and especially my small, round butt and he liked to say my legs and ass looked just like a girl's. He bought me other clothes too, most of them kind of girly like the shorts, but almost reasonable for a boy too…so long as he happened to be a cute, thirteen-year-old faggot like me.

"What are you doing?" Mom giggled drunkenly one night after they came home. "Ohhh…You bad man!"

"You have no idea," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle as I strained to hear them through the wall.

"Oh no! Not my…asssssss…" Mom squealed loudly awhile later and the bed banged the wall and I could just imagine that huge dick stretching her tight little butthole.

"Fuck! You tight bitch!" he grunted. "Push it…Fuck my cock with your ass!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh God! Uh-huh! Fuck my ass! Uh-huh!"

I jerked off listening to them have sex and feeling the pangs of jealousy knotting my tummy.

"Let's go," Mr. Moore said, surprising me when he opened the door of my bedroom. "Come with me."

"What?" I blinked at him, staring more at his outstretched hand than at his long, semi-hard cock.

"Were going to have some fun," he told me, snapping his fingers impatiently as I got off the bed.

I'd been laying there naked, playing with my dick and fingering my butt. I wondered if I should get dressed or something, put on some underwear at least, but Mr. Moore didn't wait. He took me by the hand and jerked me out of my bedroom and into my mom's. I stared at her, tied spread eagle to the corners of her bed, face down with all her pillows bunched up beneath her hips and tummy. She looked pink and damp all over, flushed with sex and her perfect butt was high in the air.

Mom had been blindfolded with Mr. Moore's necktie and she lifted her head with a soft giggle. "Carl? What are you doing now?"

"Shhhh…" he seemed to be shushing her, but he looked at me.

"Ohhh…This is fun!" She laughed again, shivering and jerking her head around as she heard Mr. Moore pulling me towards the bed.

"Clean her up," he whispered, but not so softly Mom couldn't hear him.

"What? Who are you talking to?" She turned her head this way and that, pulling against the nylons and pantyhose that bound her to the bed frame. "Carl? Who's there? Is somebody with you?"

"Shut-up, slut…I found somebody to clean your sloppy ass," he told her, but not cruelly. His voice seemed tinged with humor and even affection as he pushed me onto the bed.

"I can't…" I started saying, staring at my mom's wet, pink pussy and especially her raw, gaping asshole.

"Yeah, you can…Get your face in there, faggot," he put his hand on the back of my head, shoving me between the cheeks of her butt.

"Who is that? What are you doing? Carl…Who is that? No ohhhhh!" Mom moaned as I kissed the puffy red hole that Mr. Moore had so recently opened with his huge cock.

"You know who it is," he told her with a chuckle. "I told you I'd make your dreams come true, didn't I?"

"Oh God! I can feel him! No! He's licking my ass! God! Yessss…" she hissed between her teeth as I stiffened my tongue and slipped it easily past the tiny donut of her anus.

"Bet you didn't know your mom always wanted to fuck you," Mr. Moore breathed into my ear. "Don't stop…Eat her, faggot. Dig all that cum out of her ass with your tongue."

"Yes! Eat me! Lick my ass! Uh-huh! Huh! Um-huh!" She made a lot of noise, squirming on the pillows and trying to push herself against my mouth.

I wasn't sure I wanted to be doing that, which sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I mean, a normal boy shouldn't want to have sex with his mom at all. It shouldn't even be a question, but I hadn't been normal since the first time Billy and the other boys had made me kiss their dicks. They'd made me do all kinds of stuff. Sick stuff. Nasty stuff. They'd turned me into a fag and maybe I'd just gotten so used to people making me do things that I forgot how to say no.

Sucking Mr. Moore's sperm from my mom's asshole gave me all the warm feelings I'd come to associate with friendship if not love. Guilt, humiliation, shame, resentment…They were all bad emotions, but I'd learned to associate them with sex and pleasure. That's what Mr. Moore understood about me, much more than I could at that age, and he used it to make me do the things that he found exciting. Like tongue fucking my mother's rectum while she lay there helpless and excited by the unexpected and forbidden experience.

"Your son's sucking my cum from your ass," Mr. Moore told her as he stood behind me. "I think I'll fuck him too. What do you think, Mommy? Should I fuck the little bitch?"

"Ummm…Yes! I want to see! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Oh no! Yes!" She shuddered with an intense orgasm and I felt the soft walls of her ass contract around my tongue.

I had my open mouth covering her hole and it gaped about the size of a quarter or a little more, refusing to close. My lips were tight against her hot skin and I had all of my tongue inside her, wiggling and licking at the strong, bitter flavor inside. I found only a small amount of semen though and Mr. Moore must have dumped his load deep in her bowels. My nose flattened against the valley between her cheeks and my chin rubbed against her fat, greasy labia as the ripe scent of Mom's cum filled the air. She hunched herself against my face, jerking the bed back and forth as she'd pull against the frame.

"This is sexy as hell," Mr. Moore decided, pulling my butt cheeks apart as he stood on the carpet. I knelt on the bed with my vulnerable sphincter positioned perfectly for his cock.

He pushed into me slowly, as if savoring the sensation of my tight asshole struggling to keep him out. I made muffled grunts and groans, wagging my hips and feeling the welcome burning sensation of my muscles being rudely shoved aside to make room for Mr. Moore's long, fat cock. He took his time, perhaps because he enjoyed the sight of a thirteen-year-old boy tongue fucking his own mother. He pushed me forward with every thrust of his pelvis, forcing my tongue just a fraction of an inch deeper and Mom would push herself back to meet me.

Mom came a bunch of times and I didn't bother trying to keep track of them all. She kept moaning, panting her desires loudly as she begged me to kiss and lick her asshole. I didn't cum. My dick wasn't even hard, but I still felt excited and aroused, drunk with the confusion of a hundred different, conflicting emotions. And Mr. Moore fucked me for a long while, taking my ass inch by inch until I realized he had all ten inches of his cock buried inside my too small body. The head of his penis would find something way down deep, like nearly in my gut, and when he touched it I felt a jolt of insane pleasure.

He sent me back to my room walking on rubbery legs and dripping semen from my gaping, puffy asshole.

"That's enough fun for one night," he told me. "Go to bed now. It's late."

That seemed like a strange thing to say, but that's exactly what I did. I fell asleep listening to Mr. Moore fucking my mom again, exploring the puffy, distended ring my anus had become, and wondering if we weren't all going crazy. I felt so guilty after having sex with my mom that I wanted to puke. She'd hate me, I thought, and it had to be my fault. I should have told Mr. Moore I wouldn't do it, but I'd been too weak. Mom would be angry in the morning and hate me and now she knew I was a fag because Mr. Moore had told he was fucking me and…

We never talked about it. Like it had never happened, we just ignored it. Mom would smile extra cheerfully and giggle a little louder. She'd find excuses to stay busy, always doing something when we were together, like cooking or dusting or fussing over the drapes. She wouldn't sit still and that made it very hard to talk about anything more complicated than the weather, but I didn't mind.

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Three nights later Mr. Moore pulled me naked out of my bedroom again.

"Oh!" Mom blinked at me as she lay on her bed naked and glistening with sweat. "Carl…I don't know…Maybe we shouldn't…"

"Shhhh…" He held a finger to his lips and she stopped talking. "Show your mom how much you love my cock, faggot."

"Ummm…" I swallowed hard, feeling my heart ready to burst as Mr. Moore sat me down on the edge of the bed.

"Go on," he whispered, stroking my hair as he stood in front of me. "She knows you're a fag. Everybody knows, so don't be shy…That's it…Kiss Daddy's cock…Open your mouth."

"Oh God!" Mom gasped, reaching down to rub her pussy while she watched my lips close around Mr. Moore's swollen prick.

"See?" He looked at her with a grin. "We're going to be one big happy family now."

"He's doing it," she breathed in a soft, ragged voice. "He's sucking your cock!"

"Like mother, like son," he agreed with a chuckle and looked back down at me. "I asked your mom to marry me tonight."

"Ummph…" I widened my eyes and he nodded.

"She said yes." Mr. Moore turned his eyes on hers. "Didn't you?"

"Yesss…" she sighed, pushing two fingers inside her wet cunt and thumbing her clit.

"Such a sweet mouth," he said. "Soft and warm, so wet inside…Why don't you come over and help him?"

Mom moved quickly at his suggestion, sitting behind me with her tits against my back. She hugged me with her arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. With her chin on my shoulder, sitting cheek to cheek, Mr. Moore pulled his penis from my mouth and offered it to her. I turned my head so I could lick and kiss the shaft while Mom suckled on the glans. We worked his cock together as he'd move it between us. He held our heads as we faced each other and slid his cock between our pursed lips, the long shaft riding our kisses on either side while Mom and I stared into each others eyes.

"Give Mommy a kiss," Mr. Moore whispered, pulling our mouths together and my mom's delicate tongue fluttered lightly inside my mouth.

I kissed her back and for awhile that's all we did, making out while Mr. Moore watched. He'd move his hips so that his cock would slide over our cheeks and under our chins. He forced the smooth glans between our mouths and we kissed around it, our tongues playing over and under his fat cock in search of each other. Mom leaned around me to take his scrotum in her mouth while I nursed on Mr. Moore's prick, bobbing my head noisily up and down, but only able to take the head and a little more before I ran out of room.

When he wanted to cum, he had Mom jerk him off into my mouth. She kissed my hair and flushed cheeks as they bulged outward, sliding her fist back and forth along the shaft quickly.

"Suck it," she breathed. "Suck his cock, faggot. He's going to cum. Swallow Carl's sperm for me. I want to see you swallow all of it."

"Yeahhhh…" Mr. Moore sighed, arching his back and holding my mouth on his dick with both hands as his semen poured across my tongue.

"Uh-huh! Oh God!" Mom's blue eyes got huge and she couldn't stop smiling as I swallowed with loud, thick gulps. She stroked my throat with her fingers, watching as I filled my tummy with his hot sperm.

"Save some for your mom," Mr. Moore said. "Give her another kiss. Share it with her."

I had a mouthful of cum and as soon as he pulled his cock from my lips, Mom's tongue slipped inside to replace it. We swapped semen and spit for several minutes, losing some as it would spill from our lips and drip down our chins. We'd swallow some too, it was unavoidable, but I found myself enjoying it when Mom would pull my head back, tilting my face upward so she could spit Mr. Moore's cum into my open mouth. I'd do the same for her until we finally began Frenching again, both of us swallowing until nothing of his orgasm remained.

"Mmmm…" Mom sighed happily, holding me against her breasts as she stroked my hair. "Sweet little, faggot. I love you so much."

"Ugh!" I winced around her swollen nipple.

"Shhh…You're okay. Let Carl fuck you," she whispered. "I know you love his cock, faggot. Doesn't it feel good being fucked by such a wonderful cock?"

"Um-hmmm…" I breathed, clutching my mom with my right knee high and my leg bent over her hip.

My hard dick poked into her soft tummy as Mr. Moore lay behind me, pushing his erection into my vulnerable asshole. They'd made a sandwich out of me on the big bed and Mom lifted her head off the pillow so he could kiss her while he fucked me. I jerked with the gentle, relentless pounding as that beautiful fat cock went deeper with every thrust. The constant rubbing of my dick against my mom's soft skin felt even better when she wormed her hand between us to press it downward.

Mom adjusted her hips and gasped into Mr. Moore's mouth as my cock slipped easily inside her pussy. I might have been surprised she could even feel my penis after being fucked by my teacher's over-sized prick, but I was too busy enjoying the new sensation. Her cunt felt like a hot sponge around my dick, just a vague sort of mushy warmth that seemed to envelop me as Mr. Moore's thrusts pushed me deeper.

"Uh-huh! Uhhhh huh! Uh! Fuck me! Faggot! Fuck! Motherfucker! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" Mom panted loudly, the way she always did when she really got off on something. "Ohhh! God! Yes!"

"Look at me, faggot," Mr. Moore breathed and I turned my head so he could spit on my face while he pumped my burning asshole hard and fast.

I tried to catch his saliva in my mouth, but the constant jerking made that impossible. He spit around my mouth more than inside it and Mom was right there with her tongue, licking my face like a dog while we all fucked. I came too, dumping my incestuous sperm inside my mother's steaming cunt and she didn't even notice with everything else going on. Her tits were crushed against my chest, one arm trapped awkwardly beneath my head and the other reaching over me to pull at Mr. Moore's sweaty skin.

"I'm going to cum," he told us in a ragged voice.

"Yeah," Mom whispered back. "Cum inside him. Fuck him. Cum inside his faggot ass."

Her eyes were shining with lust and she could barely breathe the words as she came again. Mom hunched her hips against me, hugging me tightly as Mr. Moore's semen erupted deep in my bowels. They kissed again, tongue fucking desperately as they came together with my small body trapped in the middle. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care; I loved the greasy warmth flooding my asshole and the odd sensation of my bruised rectum throbbing around the swollen cock buried inside me.

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"How's my little faggot this morning?" Mom asked sweetly, bending over to give me a kiss as I sat down at the breakfast table.

"Ow!" I made a face and sort of leaned to one side. I'd woken up to find my teacher's morning erection pressed against my anus. It had taken him a long time to cum too.

"Is your pussy sore?" Mom wondered with a soft laugh.

"Ummm…" I stared at her and she kissed my cheek again, sliding her hands up and down my chest.

"I'm just teasing you!" she said. "Eat your eggs before they get cold."

I felt funny the morning after having sex with her. Guilt, shame, a little fear maybe. The usual suspects that I'd been learning to live with, but Mom seemed to be as cheerful as I'd ever seen her. She practically danced around the kitchen, smiling constantly, and giving me her bright blue eyes every chance she got. She made me nervous actually and every time she spoke to me, Mom called me faggot as if it had become my new name.

"You'd better get dressed for school," she said. "Are you riding with Carl this morning?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I guess so."

"Hmmm…" She sighed with another smile. "I'm so glad you two are getting along. I think he likes you a lot."

"Yeah. I guess so," I said softly, walking gingerly out of the kitchen just as Mr. Moore walked in fresh from his shower.

"Good morning, faggot," he said with a cheerful slap of my butt and I pouted playfully over my shoulder. Mom kind of freaked me out, but I liked getting his attention a lot.

I just wasn't too sure about my new name.

 

Chapter 3