The Misfits 
Chapter Three

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked dumbly, staring at Billy, Mark, and Dale as they sat around the kitchen table.

"I wanted to meet your friends," Mom told me as she poured a glass of milk for Mark. They were eating cookies.

"What?" I felt like I'd fallen into the Twilight Zone. Mom had invited over the three boys who had turned me into a fag?

"Sit down, faggot," she said with a smile. "I made your favorite; chocolate chip!"

"Faggot!" Billy laughed and the other two grinned.

"These are really good cookies," Dale said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Thank you," Mom said. "I'm glad you boys like them."

"You've got the coolest mom in the world, fagboy," Mark told me and then glanced at her. "I mean, um…"

"Fagboy?" Mom giggled as she pushed me into a chair. "It's alright, I know how you boys like to tease each other."

"Mom…" I swallowed hard.

"Oh shush," she told me. "We were talking all about you. They were a little shy at first, but…"

"We told her everything," Billy said. "Your mom's so awesome!"

"She's hot too!" Dale said, staring at my mom's tits as they strained against the tight sweater she wore.

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "How come you didn't tell us your mom was so hot, fagboy?"

"He probably didn't have a chance with three hard cocks in his face," Mom teased them, sliding around the table and running her fingers across Billy's shoulders.

"Heh!" Dale grinned at that.

"Be nice!" She slapped Mark's hand away from her butt. "I'm about to be a married woman again."

I stared at her as she smoothed her short skirt over her thighs.

"Besides," she wrinkled her nose at the boy. "I know what a big strong boy like you really wants."

"I want fagboy to suck my dick," Billy decided.

"I want to fuck his pussy!" Mark said, and she offered him a smile.

"I want the faggot to eat my asshole again," Dale chimed in. 

"Oh! That reminds me; I have to run to the grocery story before I fix dinner," she said. "You boys have fun."

She leaned over my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"We will, Mom," Dale said with a chuckle. "We're going to have a lot of fun."

The three of them were standing up and I realized they were naked from the waist down. I stared at their swollen cocks and felt my tummy flutter. I swallowed thickly and licked my lips. My own smallish dick throbbed almost painfully in my pants and I gasped as the sudden rush of hot semen woke me up.

"Oh man," I breathed in the dark, pushing my hand inside my underwear to feel the gooey mess and my penis already softening.

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I had to see them again. It had been a month, maybe not even that long, but I thought about Billy, Mark, and Dale all the time. I even dreamed about them.

Now that I had sex with Mom and Mr. Moore after their dates or most often when he'd just come over and spend the evening with her, he didn't keep me after school so much. He didn't have to, you know, because he knew he'd be fucking the both of us later. He still gave me A's though and sometimes he wanted to fool around at school. Mom never tried to have sex with me outside her bedroom and only when Mr. Moore was with us, but he liked it when I'd suck him off during lunch.

Or let him fuck me sometimes.

"Ummm…Bend over, faggot…Let me see that ass of yours," Mr. Moore sighed as he sat in his chair behind his desk.

"Ugh huh!" I agreed, standing awkwardly between his spread thighs and pushing my butt down on his cock.

I bent over while he held my hips. My pants and underwear were down around my ankles and I could almost rest my tummy on my knees. I winced because that position gave my teacher's long cock a different angle and it hurt a little. His chair squeaked a lot, but the door was closed and locked anyway. My classmates were all at lunch and Mr. Moore had a good half hour to play inside my tight rectum.

"Slow…Take your time, faggot…Up and down…That's it," he whispered, sliding one hand under my shirt and up my back. "You're a better fuck than your mother, you know that? Jesus! You're still tight as hell."

I giggled breathlessly and smiled at the man over my shoulder. I liked it when he told me he liked me better than my mom and I tried to fuck him the best I knew how, working my burning asshole around his cock. I could squeeze it too, pushing and pulling the muscles in my tummy and that would tighten my butt muscles as well. I'd gotten pretty good at that after a lot of practice.

We fucked for ten minutes, until I got too tired and he got too excited. He pushed me over his desk and started rocking his cock inside me hard and fast until he came. I used some toilet paper I'd stuffed in my back pocket to plug my stretched anus, wadding it up into a ball and then pulling up my underwear. I always walked funny afterwards and I still had three more classes to sit through, one of them his.

Mr. Moore liked to see me fidget uncomfortably at my desk while his semen soaked into the toilet paper and past it. My underwear always got mushy and most people would call the weird greasy sensation kind of gross, like having diarrhea except it was sperm. I liked it though and I just wished Mr. Moore wouldn't call on me to solve problems in front of the class. He liked to tease me that way.

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"Look who's here!" Mark grinned at me. "It's fagboy!"

"What's he doing here?" Marcia asked with a frown.

She had straight brown hair and equally dull eyes, fat tits under her sweater and a roll of fat around her hips. She looked pregnant to me, but only because I didn't like her. She'd been okay before, but now she'd taken my place and I wanted it back.

"Yeah," Billy agreed. "What do you want, faggot?"

"Wanna suck my dick, homo?" Dale asked, grabbing his crotch and squeezing it. None of them had gotten undressed yet.

"Alright," I said, practically shaking with nervous energy. I wished I hadn't come to Mark's garage, but it was too late now and I had to be brave.

"You're serious?" Marcia stared at Dale. "Are you a fag?"

"Shut-up," Billy told her. "We just let him suck our dicks sometimes."

"That's sick!" she said. "What if you guys got AIDS or something?"

"Don't be such a retard," Mark snorted. "Fuck, you're dumb!"

"Don't say that!" the girl pouted, pulling her chin into her neck and looking down.

"Bad enough you're so ugly," he continued. "I can't even believe I fuck you sometimes."

"That's all she's good for anyway," Dale said with a laugh. "I just hope fagboy doesn't tell anyone about her."

"That would suck!" Mark agreed. "Somebody might think she's our girlfriend or something."

"I'd rather have fagboy for a girlfriend than some ugly bitch like you," Dale told her. "Show him your tits."

"Yeah, take off your clothes," Billy said. "Maybe we'll let him fuck you today."

"How about it, faggot? You wanna fuck the ugliest girl in school?" Dale wondered and I hadn't moved an inch.

"No," I said, watching Marcia stand there all red faced and shaking, crying silently while the boys teased her.

"See?" Mark laughed. "He's just a fag and he don't wanna fuck you."

"Maybe you should buy a dog," Billy told her.

"Tie a pork chop around your neck!" Dale said. "Hurry up! Take off your clothes, slut!"

"You too, fagboy," Billy told me. "Today's your lucky day."

"Why?" I asked with a hard swallow and I'd forgotten how mean they could be.

"Cause Marcia's gonna make a man out of you!" he said with a laugh. "You gotta fuck her now."

"But I don't want to," I protested. "Just let her go home."

"She can go home if she wants," Mark told me and then looked at her. "Get out of here, cunt. Go cry someplace else."

"N-No…" she whispered and started pulling her sweater over her head.

"See?" Billy snorted. "We can't even get rid of her now."

"Stupid whore," Dale said with a grin. "Tell fagboy what you tell us when we fuck you."

Marcia looked down as she undid the clasp of her bra.

"Come on," he teased her. "Just tell him."

"Or else get out of here," Mark said. "I mean it. I'll call the fuckin' cops."

"Call the dog catcher!" Billy suggested.

"I love you," she whispered.

"What?" Dale leaned forward.

"I love you," she sobbed. "Why are you being so mean to me?" 

"I dunno," he said with a shrug. "Maybe because you're so fat and ugly?"

"And stupid." Mark laughed. "Fagboy's stupid too, but at least he's not ugly."

"Take off your clothes, faggot," Billy said. "Marcia wants to fuck. Don't you, slut?"

"Y-Yes," she whispered, wiping at her cheeks before unbuttoning her baggy jeans.

Mark found the dirty, cum stained blanket stashed in the rafters, jumping to reach it and pull it down. Dale and Billy were undressing quickly, grinning at each other and watching me mostly. I hadn't been around in a month and I thought maybe they'd missed me, but maybe not. I didn't really understand how guys like Billy and his friends worked. I mean, I'd been jealous of Marcia, even angry with her, but now I just felt sorry for her. I wondered why she didn't leave after they made her cry like that.

"You gotta get your dick harder than that, fagboy!" Mark told me once I'd gotten naked and I blushed beneath their stares.

"Lie down, bitch!" Dale said, pushing the girl onto the blanket. "You know how to do it. Spread your legs, get your pussy wet!"

"Maybe she needs help!" Billy chuckled as he stood above her, holding his flaccid penis in his hand. "I'll get you wet, Marcia!"

"Oh man!" Dale laughed as Billy started pissing on her hairy pussy.

"Not on the blanket!" Mark said with a frown. "You bonehead!"

"Ah, who cares?" Billy laughed, waving his dick around in a small circle as aimed higher, spraying Marcia's stomach and tits and finally her face.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, swallowing some of the boy's piss while she fingered her cunt, but spitting a lot of it out too. 

"Suck my dick," Dale said, pushing me to my knees and I opened for him quickly.

Billy had knelt over Marcia's face, pushing his cock inside her mouth as he stopped pissing and she began sucking him. Mark didn't seem too upset about the mess after all and he got between the girl's wet thighs and shoved his cock inside her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. I watched them from the corner of my eye as my dick began to grow erect, but only because I'd missed sucking Dale's cock so much. I reached down to play with myself while he held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Mark grunted loudly after a few minutes of bouncing on Marcia and she'd wrapped her chubby legs around him.

"Sloppy seconds!" Dale told me, pulling his cock from my mouth and tugging on my hair so I'd crawl over to the blanket. "Put your dick in there, fagboy!"

"He can't fuck her!" Mark laughed. "Look at him!"

My cock had gone soft in the blink of an eye as I looked at the pissy pink gash nestled beneath a tangle of wet pubic hair. Even Marcia's vulva looked fat, her sex all puffy and swollen looking, and I could see the dark shape of her pussy lips and it didn't turn me on at all. I just wanted to suck Dale's cock some more, but he pushed my face down, between her thighs.

"If you can't fuck it, then you gotta eat it, homo!" he told me, forcing my mouth against the girl's cunt and I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let me.

"Suck the cum out of her," Mark said. "Maybe that'll make your dick hard again."

I kept my eyes closed and licked blindly, almost gagging and feeling my stomach heave at the idea of sucking this girl's cunt. At least I knew my mom was clean when I licked hers, but Marcia…I didn't even know this girl hardly. She'd been walking around school all day, using the bathroom and sweating and who knows what else. She didn't taste like my mom either, but being covered with Billy's piss probably didn't help.

"Ummmph!" I groaned as Dale slid his cock inside my asshole, rocking my body forward and my stiff tongue went a little deeper into Marcia's pussy,

"Mmmph!" She made muffled noises of her own, reaching down to dig her fingers in my hair and hold my open mouth to her hole.

The girl's soft thighs pressed against my cheeks and she'd lift her butt off the blanket and grind against me. She started getting into it and I had no idea if I was good at eating a girl out or not, but I'd had enough practice with my mom anyway. Marcia seemed to like it a lot and I bet none of the three bullies who fucked her had ever licked her pussy, just like they'd never sucked my dick.

Once I got used to eating Marcia out, or at least accepted the idea that I didn't have a choice, I relaxed a little and didn't feel the urge to puke anymore. Getting fucked was really nice though and I wiggled my ass and rolled my hips, fucking myself on Dale's cock while my penis flopped around. I started to taste Mark's cum too, digging his salty ball juice out of Marcia's pussy with my tongue. I closed my lips around her hole and sucked noisily, even pinched her puffy labia and sucked on those as well.

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even hear anybody else, only my own breathing as Marcia's thighs covered my ears. All I could do was suck her cummy, piss-flavored cunt and enjoy Dale's cock sliding in and out of my hungry asshole. He pulled out without cumming and one of the other two boys took his place a second later, slamming his prick balls deep into my rectum and fucking me hard for a couple minutes. He pulled out before cumming as well and a third cock replaced his and that's how it went for quite a while. What the boys were doing when they weren't fucking me, I had no idea. Probably making Marcia clean my butt off their dicks, I supposed, but I didn't really care either. I just wanted to have sex.

"Look out, faggot!" Someone pulled me back, Billy, yanking me from between Marcia's thighs so Dale could pump her pussy a half dozen times before unloading his balls inside her.

"Suck it out, fagboy!" he told me with a grin, climbing off the girl less than a minute after getting on her.

Billy pushed my face back into her cunt and I quickly figured the game out after that. They'd take turns fucking my ass, fucking her mouth, and when they couldn't hold back any longer, they'd spunk Marcia's cunt and make me lick it out of her. They probably thought it would humiliate us or something, and maybe Marcia felt ashamed, but I didn't. I kind of liked that game, except I didn't get to cum until right at the end.

"Jerk him off, slut," Billy told her as we knelt side by side.

"And you finger her twat, fagboy," Mark said.

We had to clean all three of their cocks at the same time as they crowded in front of us. We'd been in the garage for an hour at least, although I really had no idea how long. All three of them had cum inside Marcia twice though and my jaw felt stiff, my tongue aching and so tired I couldn't even talk. I couldn't even lick their cocks very well and Marcia had the same problem since she'd been sucking them off the whole time I'd been licking her.

My dick was hard though! I had a serious boner and Marcia's hand felt good as she squeezed the shaft and stroked me up and down. I got three fingers in her pussy, feeling the mushy walls of her vagina covered with thin, oily cum. She'd been cumming while I sucked her off, and more than once too; I'd had to swallow the girl's fishy orgasm every time.

"Tell us when you're gonna cum, faggot," Billy said as he slapped my face with his dick. Dale did the same with Marcia, smacking her swollen lips and tongue with his semi-hard cock.

"Ummm ghnnn cugmmm…" I said a minute later, talking around my useless tongue and Mark's cock as it stretched my lips.

"Yeah? Get down, bitch…" Billy pushed Marcia down so she could replace her hand with her mouth. "Suck him off! Hurry up!"

"Lie down, faggot," Mark told me, pushing me onto my back even as I hunched my hips upward. My dick seemed to explode with frantic spurts of semen after being fucked for an hour with no relief.

"Don't swallow it, you pig!" Dale warned Marcia. "Just hold it in your mouth."

They wanted to watch us kiss, since none of them would ever kiss either of us, at least not in front of their friends. They made Marcia cover my mouth with hers and were both too tired to French or anything. She just let my warm semen flow from her open mouth into mine and then they rolled us over so I looked down at her.

"Just spit it on her," Dale suggested and Billy laughed.

"Yeah," he said. "Give her a fag kiss, fagboy."

"Close your mouth, slut," Dale told her. "Don't get any in your mouth this time."

She frowned and looked ready to cry again, which I totally didn't understand after all the stuff we'd been doing. It seemed kinda too late to be feeling ashamed or whatever. I almost felt sorry for her though, honestly, but maybe there's a little bully in all of us. Or maybe I just didn't like the way she reminded me of myself with how easily she let Billy and his friends treat her so badly. They treated me the same way, but its different when you kinda stand back and see it happening. 

Whatever the reason, I spit my cum all over her face. Not just letting it drip out of my mouth either. I really spit it out and then hawked a gob of spit from the back of my throat and spit that in her face as well. Marcia only closed her eyes and her bottom lip trembled, but she didn't turn her face away or anything. She had to wipe her face with the pissy blanket and then Mark told her to take it home and wash it. They all thought that was pretty funny.

After that I was back in the club.

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The following Saturday afternoon I got a surprise when Mom called me from my room to tell me I had a visitor.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," Mom said with a smile, but a confused one as Marcia stared at me from the sofa.

"What?" I blinked at the two of them.

"Well, I think it's nice," Mom decided without sounding too sure of herself. "I'll go make some juice or something. How about some lemonade?"

"That's great," Marcia said softly, and of course she and Mom knew each other.

She'd been my babysitter a few years before, like I said, but being seventeen as it turned out, and a high school senior, it didn't make a whole lot of sense why Marcia would want to see me again. Especially since everyone, even my mom, knew I was a fag. She'd watched me suck off Mr. Moore the night before, swallowing his sperm happily while Mom had jerked me off and whispered how sexy I looked with a big dick in my pretty mouth.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered as soon as we were alone.

"Billy wants me to take you to a party," she replied slowly. "Like, um…a date kinda."

"What? Why?" I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"They've been telling everybody you're my boyfriend," she explained, blushing and biting her bottom lip. "The whole school knows about it."

"Knows about what?" I asked, thinking she meant how Billy and his friends fucked us.

"About us," she said. "Me and you being, um…in love."

"Love?" I almost laughed. "I don't even like you!"

"I know," she said, looking down again with her shoulders slumped and her big fat tits sitting on the jelly roll around her waist.

She'd dressed kind of nice, I guess, but she'd tried to look sexy too and maybe she did, I didn't know. She wore a pleated skirt, a red one, with a black halter top thing that exposed her tummy as it stretched upward. Marcia's straight brown hair had been fluffed and curled so it didn't look so totally limp like it usually did. She even wore some makeup, but too much of it, like some of the mall brats I went to school with. I thought she looked kind of pathetic and I really hoped she wouldn't start crying or something.

"I mean…I'm sorry," I sighed. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah." She just sat there.

"I'm a fag, you know?" I did laugh then. "My mom knows I'm a fag, okay?"

"Really?" Marcia glanced at me. "Anyway, I know you're not my boyfriend, but…They want us to pretend. That's all. It's okay."

"Why?" I wondered.

"Just to be mean probably," she sighed. "Everybody hates me at school, now they've got something else to tease me about."

"Everybody hates me too," I told her, but Marcia already knew that.

"So are you gonna go with me tonight?" she asked. "Your mom said it's okay with her."

"You told her?"

"I told her I wanted to ask you out."

"And she said yes?" I sat back on the couch and about then Mom came back with some lemonade for us.

"Here we go!" Mom smiled brightly, acting like one of those black and white television moms. It was all really weird.

"Marcia wants me to go to a party with her," I said, thinking my mom would have to say no. I was only thirteen!

"Oh. That'll be fun!" she said. "Just bring him back home before ten."

"Uh…" I stared at her.

"I will," Marcia promised with a smile that had to be fake.

"You mean, I can go?" I asked and Mom shrugged.

"Of course," she said. "You've been stuck in the house for so long…I worry about you. I'm glad you're making friends again."

"He can meet all my friends," Marcia lied, since she'd already admitted she didn't have any. "We'll have fun."

"No drinking," Mom said seriously. "I don't want him going to any parties like that."

"It's just a birthday party," Marcia explained and that had to be a lie too, I figured. "I don't like those wild parties either."

"Good," Mom said with a smile. "I remember when you used to sit for him, you were such a good girl."

"I still am!" Marcia said with a giggle and that chick could lie her ass off! It kind of amazed me because I couldn't lie at all to my mom.

After sitting with my mom and drinking lemonade for ten minutes, she suggested I show Marcia my bedroom while she started on dinner. Somehow it had just been assumed that my new girlfriend would eat with us and meet Mr. Moore, except she'd been one of his students four years ago anyway. The two of them spent most of those ten minutes talking about the upcoming wedding while I just sat there.

"Nice room," Marcia said, walking into my bedroom and looking around. "Nice Speedos!"

She giggled at my poster of three bronzed muscle guys posing on a beach in tiny swimsuits. They must have had some serious cocks hiding beneath the brightly colored nylon and I liked that poster a lot. Mom hadn't even blinked when I'd asked her to buy it for me. The rest of my room looked pretty normal. Bed, dresser, desk and bookcase, all the usual junk a boy without friends collects – comic books and model airplanes and things I could do by myself.

We both sat on my bed for a minute without saying anything.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Marcia asked, licking her lips and rubbing her bare thighs with her hands.

"No," I said, making a face at her.

"Oh."

"I told you I don't like girls," I sighed, in case she thought I just didn't like her.

"I know," she agreed and we were quiet for another minute. "Why do you let them do it?"

"Why do you?" I asked.

"I don't know," Marcia said. "Just cause nobody ever liked me before. I mean, I had friends, but…not like a boyfriend or anything."

"Yeah."

"Billy said he loved me," she continued. "He's not that old and I thought he was joking, but he kissed me. I let him, you know…I was a virgin before and then we did it."

"So what happened?"

"Then we kinda went out sometimes, mostly to Mark's house cause his parents are always gone someplace," she said. "And then, um…we'd make out and then he'd have sex with me…"

"Mark?"

"No! Billy!" Marcia giggled and blushed. "Mark left us alone at first, but then Billy asked me if I'd fool around with his friends too."

"Okay," I said with a nod.

"And then after Billy would do it, then Mark would fuck me too," she said. "Then Dale fucked me and pretty soon they wanted to do other stuff, you know?"

"Uh-huh."

"They took pictures of me and showed them around the school and told everybody I'm a slut. When I got mad, Billy said he still loved me and it was just a joke."

"You didn't break up with him or anything?"

"No," she sighed. "I wanted to, but I love him. I can't help it and now he's just mean most of the time. Him and his friends. I only let them do it because Billy wants me to.

"But if he's mean, then…" I shrugged.

"What else am I gonna do?" Marcia asked me. "I know I'm ugly and fat and…"

"No you're not."

"…nobody else likes me. I'm never gonna get another boyfriend. Every guy in school knows the stuff Billy makes me do. They just call me a slut and ask me if I wanna suck their dicks and stuff. It's disgusting."

"Mmmm…" I frowned because that sounded a lot like what had happened to me.

"I get obscene phone calls," Marcia said with a laugh. "God! These guys call my house, you know? Sometimes my mom answers and they think she's me or maybe they don't care or something. They say stuff like calling me a sperm whore and a piss drinker, asking if I wanna have a gangbang after school sometime."

"Did she call the cops?"

"We got that caller ID thing," she told me. "It's always some payphone someplace, different ones around town. The cops said we should change our phone number."

"That sucks."

"Someone called my dad at work and said he was my doctor…"

"What?" I smiled because Marcia was smiling.

"Yeah, some guy from school. He told my dad I'm pregnant and wanted to know if his company's insurance would cover it."

"Oh man!" I rolled my eyes and laughed, but it wasn't funny. "Did your dad believe him?"

"He came home and wanted to know who the father of my baby was," Marcia said with a laugh of her own. "God! That sucked so bad. I told Billy and he thought it was funny."

"Billy probably did it," I snorted.

"You think so?" She looked at me and I shrugged.

"I dunno," I replied. "He's a jerk anyway."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I wish I didn't love him so much."

"Me too," I said without really thinking about it. "I mean, I don't really love any of those guys, I just…"

"So why do you do it?"

"I like it," I told her. "When I didn't see them for awhile I missed it."

"Just the sex stuff?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod. "But, I dunno…Sometimes they're sort of nice to me."

"I know," she agreed. "They're worse when you're there."

"They are?"

"Like they're showing off," Marcia said. "They do it at school too. Like call me names and tell everybody how I let them all fuck me right in front of my face."

"Oh."

"But when we're alone, they're kind of nice."

"Yeah," I agreed, believing every word she said. Marcia didn't have any reason to lie to me.

"You really, um…lick my pussy good," she whispered, looking at me through her bangs. "Is that like beginner's luck or did you do it before?"

"Uhhh…" I swallowed hard and blushed.

"You licked a girl before!" she said with a giggle. "God! I knew it! Billy licked me before, but only a little and it didn't feel like anything, but you…"

"I dunno," I said. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Okay," she agreed, but still smiling and I knew Marcia was curious to know why a thirteen-year-old faggot would know how to suck a pussy.

"Okay." I said and we were quiet again now that she'd gotten her story out of her system.

Everybody always wants to confess, ever notice that? I felt like telling her how they'd practically beaten me up the first time, but I didn't want to tell anyone about that. It would sound like I got raped or something and I didn't even like to think about it very much because I always thought I should have fought them harder, but then I'd feel glad I hadn't. It didn't make very much sense to me.

"I wish you weren't a fag," Marcia said with a deep breath. "You're really cute, you know that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"You are," she told me. "But even if you liked girls, you wouldn't like me, so…"

"I might," I said.

"No you wouldn't," Marcia sighed. "But I'd let you fuck me anyway."

"You would?"

"Sure," she said with a shrug. "It's better than nothing."

"I guess so," I replied and that actually made a lot of sense to me. "I'd let a cute guy fuck me too."

"See? We're perfect for each other!" Marcia giggled and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Careful," she said. "Don't tease me, I'm bigger than you!"

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Anyone else would have said no to Billy and his friends, but that's why this story is about me…and Marcia now. It would be nice to think we had different reasons for going to the party, but it only seemed that way.

"We could do something else," I suggested while Marcia drove us in her dad's car.

"Get a motel room?" She grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"Roll your eyes at me."

"I didn't." I rubbed my left eye with my finger. "I got some dust in them."

"We had sex, you know."

"Maybe."

"You made me cum."

"We were just kinda in the same place at the same time."

"You're weird."

"Why?"

"Cause you talk like you're older."

"I do?"

"But the stuff you say is still like a little kid."

"What does that mean?"

"Never mind." Marcia parked the car and I hadn't been paying enough attention to know where we were. It hadn't been a very long drive anyway.

"Who lives here?" I wondered.

"What?" Marcia gave me a funny look. "This is Billy's house. You've never been here before?"

"No. It's his party?"

"His parents had to go someplace for a funeral," she explained. "So…"

"This is so stupid," I sighed, getting out of the car and I almost changed my mind right then. "You wanna see a movie?"

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The party turned out to be Billy, Mark, and Dale hanging out with a maybe a dozen of their friends from school. They'd all been drinking beer, probably since sometime just after lunch; some of those guys were pretty drunk. That explained why he'd gotten the idea of telling Marcia to pick me up and come over. Teenage boys are always horny anyway and drinking only makes them worse.

I couldn't tell what Marcia thought, but she seemed kind of relieved to find out we weren't going to be paraded in front of the whole school.

"It's about time," Billy said as he let us into the house. He held a beer and wore a big grin like his two best friends.

"Hey fagboy," Mark poked my shoulder. "What took you guys so long?"

"Stop for a quickie?" Dale teased us. "Did you fuck her already?"

"No." I frowned.

"Or did she just suck your dick?" Mark laughed.

"Shut-up," Billy told them, smiling at Marcia. "You look nice tonight."

"I do?" She smiled back at him as he put his arm around her and gave her a hug.

Billy kissed her mouth too and that surprised me after the way he'd treated her the other day. It was probably just an act though, like a carrot and stick thing.

"Yeah," he said. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. Mark thought you weren't coming."

"I'm sorry," she replied softly.

"Don't worry about it. You're here now." Billy put his plastic glass to her lips. "Here. Drink some of this."

"We're just gonna hang out for awhile," Mark told me. "And then you can suck my dick later."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass, faggot." Dale pinched my butt and I slapped at his hand.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!" he whined in a high voice and then laughed. "What a fag!"

"Where are they going?" I wondered, looking over my shoulder as Billy led Marcia one way and Dale pushed me towards the stairs.

"Where do you think?" Dale snorted. "Come on."

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rap-rap-rap

"Hey, Cindy!" Mark tried the doorknob and it just rattled. "Open up."

I didn't even know Billy had a sister, but he did and she opened her bedroom door with some annoyance. I'd seen her before, and the other two girls hanging out with her, but I didn't know them at all. They were all seniors like Marcia and drinking wine coolers, listening to music and doing whatever it is girls do on Saturday nights when they don't have dates. Obviously they didn't want to have anything to do with Billy's friends or his little party.

"What do you want now?" she asked without opening the door very much at all.

"The faggot's here," Dale said, giving my arm a jerk and trying to look past the girl as she stared at me.

"Alright," she sighed. "Get in…Not you guys!"

"We wanna watch!" Mark said with a grin as the girl opened the door wide enough that Dale could push me inside.

"Go watch each other jerk off or something," Cindy told him, slamming the door in their faces and pushing the button on the knob to lock it.

rap-rap-rap

"How long is it gonna take?" Dale asked from the other side of the door.

"Go away!" she yelled and then looked at me. "So you're the fag, huh?"

"Um…" I blinked at her.

Cindy wore panties and a t-shirt, like a matching set because they were the same shade of pink with little white stars. She sort of looked like her younger brother too, being tall and thin.

"He's kinda cute," a dark haired girl said, looking over her shoulder as she knelt on the floor. She wore panties and a t-shirt as well, blue and black respectively and not matching at all.

"Gay guys are always hot," her auburn haired friend replied with a smile. She sat on the bed with her left knee up and her heel on the edge of the mattress. The other girl was painting her toenails red.

"No they're not," Cindy said with a giggle, tilting her blonde head as she looked at me. "But you are. How old are you?"

"Thirteen," I said with a nervous smile. "Um…What's going on?"

"I'm Cindy. That's Heather…"

"Hi," the girl on the bed gave me a little wave. Heather had green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose and dimples when she smiled. She wore plain white panties and a simple bra, one of those sports kind that sort of wrapped around her tits.

"…and that's Veronica…"

"Ronnie," she said from the foot of the bed. "I hate my name."

"Where's Archie?" Heather giggled.

"Shut up!" Ronnie made a face at her friend. "And stop moving so much."

"…and we're gonna play dress up with you!" Cindy finished with a wide-eyed grin. "Isn't that so totally uber awesome?"

"Gag!" Ronnie laughed.

"What's that mean?" I looked between them.

"Are you really gay?" Heather wondered, ignoring my question and I shrugged.

"Yeah," I said. "Why?"

"You should tell those guys to fuck off," Cindy told me. "Seriously. They're assholes."

"They gave us twenty bucks to turn you into a girl," Ronnie said, concentrating on Heather's toes. "Morons."

"They did?" I laughed nervously and looked around, wondering if I should down or something.

"We'd have done it for free," Heather said. "You must be as desperate as they are."

Cindy had a pink bean bag chair and all the usual bedroom furnishings, you know. It looked like a girl's bedroom and smelled like flowers. The wall above the bed was covered with pictures cut from magazines, sort of a collage and they all seemed to be of the same girl, which struck me as kind of strange. It gave me an excuse to stop standing there like an idiot though, so I walked closer to take a look.

"That's her I love Annalise shrine," Ronnie said. "Don't touch it."

"She's from Brazil," Heather added, as if that made any kind of sense.

"I love Annalise," Cindy said with a shrug. "So what? She's hot."

"I guess so." I nodded, wondering why she'd have a whole wall dedicated to some Brazilian supermodel.

"Take off your clothes, gay boy." Cindy had opened the top drawer of her dresser and started looking through it.

"What?" I cleared my throat.

"I'll paint your nails first," Ronnie said. "You're not like some hairy guy. Are you?"

"No," I replied and Heather giggled.

"That would be so gross," she said. "A hairy fag!"

"Don't worry," Cindy smiled at me over her shoulder. "We're not gonna rape you or anything."

"I dunno," Heather sang. "He's pretty cute."

"We never fucked a fag before," Ronnie said. "Do you like, do it in your butt and everything?"

"Uh…" I blushed and looked down away from her.

"He does!" Heather bounced on the bed with a grin. "Hey! Don't mess it up!"

"Stop moving!" Ronnie pinched the inside of the girl's thigh.

"Ow! Bitch!" The girl frowned and rubbed her leg. "That one hurt."

Ronnie leaned forward and kissed Heather's thigh. "There! All better?"

"Much!" she said with a roll of her eyes and a grin at me. "She likes to pinch. You have to watch out."

"I like to kiss too though," Ronnie shrugged. "So it all works out."

"What are you waiting for?" Cindy asked, holding up a pair of pink panties and what looked like a training bra, except I really didn't know much about girls' underwear. It wasn't very big and definitely wouldn't fit around her tits, so it must have been an old one, I thought.

"You're serious?" I stared at her. "I thought you were kidding or something."

"Twenty bucks is twenty bucks," she said with a grin. "Besides, if you're really a fag, you don't care anyway. Right?"

"I kinda do," I said slowly and that made them giggle for some reason.

Looking like a girl held zero interest for me. I liked being a boy and even though I was a fag, that didn't mean I wanted to be a girl. Some guys might be into that, but for me it was just embarrassing mostly. Or it would have been if Cindy and her two friends weren't so nice all the time. They didn't tease me at all, but only giggled a lot and talked non-stop about anything and everything. I never knew anybody could talk so much as those three and they never really said anything.

"I'd never let anybody stick anything in my butt," Heather said seriously.

"What?" Cindy rolled her eyes.

"I mean, except you," the girl added with a bit of tongue.

"She's a serious butt slut," Ronnie told me. "You ever get fisted before?"

"Uh...No." I narrowed my eyes, 

"It's pretty fun," Heather told me. "You've got nice hands."

"Shut-up!" Cindy laughed.

"He does! Look how small they are!" she protested. "They're even smaller than yours; way smaller than Ronnie's."

"Big hands, small clit," the brunette sighed. "I'm cursed."

I didn't understand half of what those girls were saying, but most of it seemed to be about sex. They kept busy though, trying to make me look like a little girl instead of a boy and I didn't understand the point of that either.

"Do I look stupid?" I wondered about an hour later, probably a little less. "I feel weird."

"You look okay," Heather said with a shrug. "Right?"

"You look like a little drag queen," Ronnie told me. "But kind of a sexy one."

"Definitely fag bait," Cindy decided. "But little boys look like girls anyway, so you're okay."

"Hmmm…" I frowned at being called a little boy, even if those girls were all four or five years older than me.

"Don't do that," Heather clucked her tongue. "You're gonna ruin your lipstick."

"Here…" Ronnie held up a mirror. "Take a look."

"Oh!" I blinked and it wasn't like I'd been magically transformed into a girl.

I still looked like me, except I had red pouting lips, a lot of mascara and eye shadow and my eyebrows looked thinner and…thirteen-year-old boys do look kinda like girls anyway. Especially now that my short fingernails were pink like my toenails. My pale legs felt naked under a soft denim skirt with pink ruffles. I'd put on a halter top colored like a rainbow and without the bra; I just wore the panties and they were a little loose maybe, but comfortable too. My black hair seemed too short, barely reaching my shoulders, but the girls had brushed it back and used a plastic clip to keep it in a loose ponytail.

"Like a tomboy," Cindy said as I stood up, wobbling in a pair of her old high heels. They were about half a size too big for my small feet.

"I'd do her." Heather giggled.

"You'd do anybody," Ronnie teased her. "What a dyke!"

"Shut-up! Like you wouldn't?" Heather shook her head. "You fucked what's her name's little sister, remember?"

"So? God! She wasn't even a virgin."

"I thought you said she was," Cindy said.

"She told me she broke her cherry on the teeter-totter," Ronnie said. "But it turned out some guy was fucking her."

"Heartbreaker," Heather sighed. "She was cute."

"You guys are lesbians," I said and I'd figured that out some time ago, but I really wanted to make sure. "Right?"

"We started a club," Ronnie told me with a grin. "We'd ask you to join, but…"

"You got a dick," Heather sighed. "Sorry."

"If you know any queer girls though…" Cindy stuck her tongue out at me.

"I don't know anybody who's queer," I said. "Except you guys, I guess."

"There's some gay guys at school," Ronnie said. "They're not out or anything though."

"God! Could you imagine?" Heather laughed.

"You know who they are?" I asked, looking between the three girls.

"Maybe," Cindy said with a smile. "Why? You wanna hook up with someone?"

"Well…yeah," I told her, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

I knew I couldn't be the only fag in town, but I didn't have any idea how to meet any of the other ones. I kept hoping someone would find me and I'd fall in live with the guy and have a real boyfriend instead of three bully jerks fucking me all the time. My thoughts must have been obvious, or more than likely it just wasn't that hard to figure me out. I just wanted the same things everybody else wanted.

"He wants a boyfriend!" Heather clapped her hands. "And we thought you were just a slut."

"What?" I frowned at her.

"Like Marcia," Ronnie agreed. "I wonder how many guys fucked her already."

"Like all of them, probably!" Cindy snorted.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What?" Cindy shrugged. "That's why my brother called her up."

"Entertainment!" Heather laughed. "They're so sick."

"Perverts," Ronnie agreed. "You'd better get down there."

"What? Me?" I blinked at her.

"You're ready," Cindy decided, taking my hand and pulling me towards the door. I stumbled in her shoes and almost fell. High heels are kind of hard at first.

"But…Can't I just hang out here?" I asked. "With you guys?"

"You could," Cindy said with a grin. "Except you can't. Sorry. See ya later. Come again soon!"

"Get an operation or something and come back," Ronnie told me.

"Get some tits too," Heather said with a wave. "Big ones! You'll be hot."

"But…"

Cindy pushed me out of her bedroom and slammed the door, locking it with a metallic pop and I could hear them laughing. I stood in the hallway, dressed like a girl, and wondered what I should do. I hadn't expected Cindy to just kick me out of her room!

"What about my clothes?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Go away, faggot!" Cindy yelled back. "No dicks allowed!"

I asked again, but they ignored me and I didn't think that was very fair.

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The thing about Billy, Mark, and Dale that you have to know is they were basically sleazy under-achievers who were going to end up working for minimum wage their entire lives, marrying girls who put out like Marcia, and getting fat in front of the television watching football and porn. That sounds cynical maybe, but even at thirteen I'd already seen the men that they'd grow into. If they got real ambitious they might end up with a half-way decent life, like Mr. Moore who had no real business hooking up with an attractive woman like my mom, but she was fucked up anyway, so…

I really hated my life.

The boys were all drunk and loud and a real collection of least likely to succeed candidates. One of them was fucking Marcia as she lay on the floor beneath the television. She'd lost her clothes, but the boy had just pulled his pants down to his knees and I watched his skinny butt clench every time he jammed his cock inside her pussy. On the screen some porn video was playing, two black guys fucking a blonde with big, fake tits. She might have been making a lot of noise, but trying to hear anything above the stereo would be a waste of time. Marilyn Manson screaming "Rock is dead!" made my ears hurt

When Billy saw me standing in the doorway he grinned and crooked his finger, calling me over to where he sat in a recliner with his dick standing straight up. Most of the guys had their cocks out and they sat around on the padded sofa and lounge chairs, some wooden chairs that must have come from the dining room as well. Some of the boys were smoking and they all had beer in their hands. Empty cans and bottles littered the recreation room, open bags of chips were scattered around.

It was the sort of party only sixteen-year-old boys can imagine, I suppose. Kind of a juvenile sex fantasy come to life and I swallowed hard as I walked into the room slowly, balancing on those stupid shoes and knowing I looked like a total fag in Cindy's old clothes. I felt ashamed by it, you know, embarrassed and humiliated and all that good stuff. Guilty too because my dick had grown hard inside the pink panties I wore and my heart beat quickly as I tried to breathe.

There were a dozen hard cocks around me and I wanted to have sex. I could smell it and taste it on my tongue. The musk rising from their sweaty skin, the unmistakable odor of semen mixed with Marcia's juices. She didn't seem to mind being fucked in front of all those kids she went to school with. Her arms and legs were wrapped around the boy fucking her, holding him against her tits and bouncing her ass off the floor to meet his cock. I had the secret, almost unwanted wish that it was me laying there instead of her, getting gangbanged by a bunch of guys. I felt sick, like I wanted to puke, and my dick made a small tent in the front of my skirt that I tried to hide with my hands.

They all knew I was a boy and I might have been surprised when Billy leaned forward in his chair and pulled me down to my knees between his legs. He talked to me, I could see his lips moving, but I couldn't hear him above the music. I got the idea anyway as he pulled my face down to his crotch, looking around at his friends and grinning as I opened for his swollen penis. Him and his friends had probably been telling their buddies that getting a blowjob from a fag didn't really mean anything, especially one who looked like a girl.

After less than a minute of bobbing my head up and down I felt someone getting behind me. I took a quick look, licking my lips and sucking cool air as Dale pulled up my skirt and yanked my panties to the side. They were going to set the example for their friends or something, letting the other guys know it was perfectly okay to fuck a faggot in the ass so long as you were drunk enough. Their friends were all grinning at me and I flushed hot all over as Billy pulled me back down to his dick.

I grunted with a jolt of discomfort when Dale pushed his cockhead past my sphincter, but that passed quickly and I wagged my butt invitingly as he pushed himself deeper. Billy was being a jerk, holding my head tightly with one hand while he drank beer with the other, acting like he was king of the mountain and getting sucked off wasn't a big deal. He'd pulled my mouth all the way down until his cock would make me gag as I tried to swallow around it and open my throat for the last inch. I couldn't breathe and I'd slap his thighs and push against him until he'd relax for a few seconds and let me up.

Dale found a nice rhythm though and I found myself enjoying the way his cock filled my asshole, sliding easily in and out as his precum offered some lubrication. He held my skinny hips and pulled me against him, kissing the soft pillow of my prostate and making me shiver with pleasure. I rocked my hips and fucked myself onto his dick with a small, hard grind whenever he got deep and stayed there for more than two seconds.

Billy came in my mouth and I swallowed quickly, but there wasn't a lot of cum anyway. He'd already fucked Marcia at least once, but I savored the slimy texture as it slid down my throat. The salty flavor seemed a little stronger than usual and I enjoyed that too as I washed his cock clean with my tongue until he pulled it from my sucking mouth.

I crawled to a boy sitting on the sofa with Dale's cock planted firmly in my butt. He'd laugh and slap my ass, shuffling close behind me on his knees and driving me across the carpet. I went down quickly and this guy wasn't much to look at, being kind of a fat kid with a pimply face and a bad haircut, but he had a chubby dick and I really had to stretch my lips around it. He tasted pissy, sort of bitter and smelling strongly like an old pair of socks, but I wriggled my tongue around the glans and pushed my lips down the shaft. I didn't have to look at him, only suck his dick and I didn't mind that part at all.

After Dale came inside my butt, someone else took his place. I didn't see who it was, but I knew it wasn't Mark. I'd have recognized the way he liked to fuck and this guy just hammered my asshole like a rabbit. His dick wasn't very big though and he came like thirty seconds after he started. It was a totally disappointing fuck for me and I hoped the next guy would do it better. At least I had more cum in my ass and that felt nice. I liked the greasy, squishy sensation a lot and it made the next fuck real easy.

This guy was a lot bigger than the last one and I winced as he stretched my small rectum around his fat cock. I almost thought it might be Mr. Moore, he felt so big, but it turned out to be some skinny guy with big, black glasses and a leather jacket that looked entirely too warm. He was red faced and sweating as he rammed his dick balls deep inside my ass, punching into my bowels and kicking the air out my lungs.

He must have had like eight or nine inches of dick, I swear, and it wasn't skinny like the rest of him. I could barely concentrate on the cock in my mouth and I just licked the head mostly, closing my eyes and feeling my ass burn even with two loads of boy cum to grease my hole. He pumped it out of me too, like a milky froth of dirty cum squirting around the shaft to stick to my thighs. When he came inside me, I came too. I wasn't even touching my dick, but the throbbing of that guy's long cock was distinct and wonderful and my dick started shooting in my panties with a rush of heat that made me shiver.

Nobody noticed, I didn't think, but I still felt embarrassed about it for some reason. Cumming just because some boy had given me a great fuck seemed kind of personal. He knew it though, that skinny guy, because he'd felt my asshole clenching around his cock in time with my spurting orgasm. He pulled his long dick out of my butt and slapped my ass with it before someone else took his place. The new cock was smaller though, not nearly so thick and my anus gaped after getting seriously reamed. A lot of cum spilled out of me and I could feel it cool and sticky on my flushed skin.

I got my wish though. I got gangbanged right next to Marcia. She stayed on her back, taking one boy after another, while I stayed on my hands and knees, sucking one guy while someone else fucked me. They'd switch off, moving from my mouth to her pussy, or from my ass to her mouth. We were cleaning the cocks that fucked us and how long that went on, I had no clue. It was just sex, you know, with fifteen guys pulling a train on the two of us. When they were too worn out for that, Billy and Mark put us in a sixty-nine so we could put on a show.

They put me on top of Marcia and told her to suck the cum out of my pussy while I licked the sperm out of hers. I still wore Cindy's clothes and they were damp and stained with cum by then. I had semen on my face and in my hair. I felt hot and dirty as I buried my tongue inside the girl's loose cunt. She'd gotten soaked with cum, hers and mostly theirs. Her pussy was overflowing with the stuff, much like my well-fucked asshole, I imagine. Marcia pulled my butt cheeks apart and pushed her tongue past my puffy sphincter easily, digging the semen out of my butt and swallowing as much as she could.

Every now and then someone would get another erection and sometimes they fucked Marcia, sliding their cocks beneath my face and into her sloppy gash. Sometimes a guy would fuck me, driving his dick past her tongue and inside my butt for several minutes of urgent pounding until he gave her a fresh load of ball cream to suck down.

I missed my curfew, obviously, and fell asleep on top of her for a few minutes, until Maria pushed me off and I realized the music had stopped. Most of the boys had passed out. Some had left, but there were still seven or eight probably, crashed on the furniture or on the floor. It seemed really weird, laying there in those stinking, wet clothes with one shoe gone, the other hanging on by a strap. My mouth felt and tasted gross and I wanted to drink a gallon of water. My butt throbbed and still leaked semen and I wanted a bath too. But I couldn't find the energy to move and I curled up next to Marcia as she hugged me, pushing her soft, sticky tits against my face and kissing my stringy hair.

We fell asleep like that and I didn't dream of anything.

 

Chapter 4