Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2008 19:55:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lloyd Peters <lloydpeters47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donnie Finds Acceptance (Revised)

Author's Notes: This story is fiction. It (mostly) never happened.  If you
are too young to read this, go away.  This is my very first story. Thanks
for reading it, and thanks in advance for your feedback and constructive
criticism.

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Donnie was immediately attracted by their attitudes and thuggish good
looks. They let him follow them around, but he knew he wasn't really one of
them. Even his name marked him as different. Joe and Dave had heard his mom
call him Donnie -- yes, that's how it was on the birth certificate -- and
they made a point of calling him by his given name more often than is usual
among friends.

One evening, while they were out doing whatever it is that wannabe juvenile
delinquents do, Joe had to piss. They were in an alley, so Joe just whipped
it out and hosed the side of Mrs. Blodgett's empty galvanized garbage
can. As the sound echoed through the alley, the McGills' cat ran out from
behind the can and took off like a bat out of hell. Donnie was relieved
that his friends, overcome with raucous laughter, had not noticed his
reaction. Donnie's modest penis had a small piss tube, and the sight of
Joe's huge soft cock and powerful stream filled him with a sense of awe and
desire that he could not understand.

That image now drove his wank sessions. Approaching his little orgasm, he
would pinch one of his sensitive dime-sized nipples and utter Joe's name.

One day Joe and Dave told him that, if he wanted to keep hanging out with
them, he had to make it worth their while. It was so easy to turn the
little cocksucker into their own personal faggot. Dave held Donnie down
while Joe marked him with his hot piss and then his sperm. Donnie's little
dick immediately boned up. Without thinking, he began to moan and reached
under his tee shirt to give one of his boy-tits a squeeze. Then Joe held
Donnie down while Dave moved in front of him and pinched both of his tits.
With a sudden cry of pain, the boy opened his mouth enough for Dave to push
his large uncut cock inside as he grabbed the back of Donnie's head. The
sound of his gagging excited Dave, who was soon pumping a huge load of
sperm down the struggling boy's throat and out from both corners of his
mouth.

Dave's cock began to soften, but he continued to hold the boy's head. The
fuck muscle had gotten small enough to fit its receptacle, and Donnie had
stopped fighting it. It actually felt kind of good.

Suddenly, a hot, acrid liquid began filling Donnie's mouth. Donnie, flushed
with shame, sputtered and tried to say that he did not do that kind of
stuff, but of course he could not talk with his mouth full. There was
nothing to do except swallow. Donnie hated the taste, but his little dick
was making the biggest pants tent that he had ever experienced. Suddenly,
Donnie's undies were filled with boy slime. Dave was now stroking the top
of Donnie's head. That felt so good! Dave's bladder now empty, he tilted
the boy's head up and said, "You're OK, Donnie. We like having you around."

Depressed and feeling dirty, Donnie walked home alone. Why had he let them
do it? They had forced him, hadn't they?  What if word of this got around
his school? He would deny that it ever happened.

Donnie went up to his room and threw himself on the bed. His pants still
felt damp and sticky. He pulled them off, pressed the underpants against
his open mouth, and inhaled deeply as he began to stroke. Suddenly, he got
up, got his drinking cup from the bathroom, and filled it. His fingers
racing over his self-lubricated penis, Donnie closed his eyes, drank his
own urine, and shot another load of teeenboy sperm as he thought about
always being there for Joe and Dave and anyone else who wanted to use him.

While Donnie sat on his bed, the euphoria fading, to be replaced by guilt
and fear, Joe and Dave were on a street corner, high-fiving each other.
"Fuck" Joe said. "Is that kid a pussy or what? That punk'll put out any
time we tell him to!"

"Whatever we want," added Dave.

"Shit yeah! Didja notice? The little faggot fuckin' creamed his panties
without even touching himself?"

Life was good.

Copyright 2008 by PeterSJC (Lloyd Peters)