Date: Fri, 12 May 2017 10:15:07 -0500 From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com> Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 27 This story may contain sexual acts between males, persons below the age of consent, and relatives. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you're at, please close this website and go elsewhere. This story is fictional and entirely the work of the author's imagination. And resemblance to persons, places, or things, real or fictional, are entirely coincidental, and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any companies or organizations which do exist in real life, nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any other such act which is illegal to do without the author's permission. 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In the last Chapter, Dylan saw a video Matt posted about being human (which Xander was in), and Matt teased him at school about his hickeys. After school, Xander ambushed Dylan, who then gave him a blowjob. Xander got permission to do whatever he wants with Carter, and Dylan decided to have sex with Greyson, which is what prompted Xander to get that permission. Then, Xander went to the parade, then hung out in the section for participants and their families, where he was attacked by police officers. Anyway, on to the story, and I hope you enjoy it! ~~Chapter Twenty-Seven – Valentine's Day, Part II. [Xander] Carter: We're by the Ferris Wheel. Me (to Carter): Oka. Carter: Where were you when we got back? Me (to Carter): Poles. Wil tel yu wen I git their. Carter: Okay! See you soon! We'll wait for you! I weave my way through the crowd to the Ferris Wheel, where Carter and Tessa and all my friends but Dylan are waiting, off to the side. Dylan's here with Sam and Sam's boyfriend, Greyson, who's my second cousin. They'll probably have a three-way tonight, if they haven't already. "Did you know," Tessa says to me when I get to the group. "When Matt and Liam first met, Liam convinced Matt to ride on a Ferris Wheel, knowing that Matt was terrified of heights, a fear link to his fear of planes? Liam had paid the operator to stop the Ferris Wheel at the top for a minute, knowing it would cause Matt to have a horrible reaction to it. Liam used the psychology of making a good memory out of something with a fear to help Matt get over his fear of heights. When it stopped, he kissed Matt when the wheel stopped at the top, knowing they had five minutes. The operator warned everyone getting on it that after the second round, they were going to stop the wheel for five minutes, for someone who wanted to get over his fear of heights, everyone but Matt and Liam. Liam got Matt relaxed a little with the kiss, then started fooling around - not sexually, though I wouldn't put it past Matt to do something like that now," Matt giggles, walking up behind her with Liam and crew. "And then they took a few selfies up there. When Matt and Liam got off the wheel, there was a huge crowd just waiting for them to get off. They were the last group to get on, so they were the last group to get off." "I was completely stunned!" Matt laughs. "I had no idea that was planned until after, and no one expected them to wait for us to get off, but somehow, word went out that I was on the last one. We eventually figured out that the people in the carriages to either side of ours realized it was me when we stopped at the top, and the one behind us was the first one, so they stopped and told everyone after they got off, and everyone stayed." "Hey, Matt!" Tessa wraps him in a hug. "You here for the wheel, too?" "Yup!" He grins. "Let's all get on!" "Back of the line, kids," the man at the front of the line tells us, probably having heard the whole conversation. "You can't just jump in front because-" "We can and will," I tell him, holding up my wristband. "You see these? Because I don't see any on you. They give anyone wearing them line priority, and if you'd paid attention, you'd see us standing in the priority line, just with no one else behind us. So you can wait to get on until after us. And if you try to bitch at me, know that I've already had to kick the asses of three police officers today, I won't hesitate to kick your ass. And those officers lost their jobs, too!" "Police!" Carter exclaims. "Okay, that makes more sense. I couldn't figure out why you were at poles. I was like, 'what the heck does he mean by poles?' when I saw that." "That's not how you spell police?" I ask him. "P-O-L-I-C-E," Matt says. "Oh," I say. "Wouldn't that be po-lice? Like the little itchy bug that goes in your hair?" "Wow," the man mutters. "He's ten and can't even spell a simple word." "D-U-M-B-A-S-S," I spell for him. "F-" "No!" Matt covers my mouth with his hand. "Don't spell out everything you were going to say!" I was just going to tell him to fuck off, don't see what's wrong with that. We board the Ferris Wheel when the group getting off finishes. Matt and Liam get into the same car as us, and they goof off the entire time. I just watch the festival. Lots of green. We do some games and other rides. I win a stuffed green bear. It's three feet tall. The people running all the stations are rude to me. I'm not the one who made games that are easy to win, but Carter tells me it's because the games here aren't supposed to be easy to win. At one point, I get mistaken for Matt, probably because we look a lot alike, and I've got my hair dyed, instead of its natural blond. At first they think I'm just messing with them when I tell them I'm his cousin and just be me and get annoyed with them. Damn cousin. Then he shows up. That makes them realize their mistake. He verifies we're cousins. The festival is fun, even if it's crowded. After the festival, we go to Carter's house, where Grace's party is already under way. It ends around two in the morning, and Grace drives Carter and me back to my house, and we head to the annex. "So did you," Carter says as we take off our shoes. "Really castrate someone the last time you got drunk?" "Yes," I answer. "He was one of my rapists, and he kept forcing me to drink straight vodka. I didn't like it. I got drunk fast, and he raped me for four hours or so. I think it was around four hours, anyway. I vaguely remember tying him to his bed and cutting off his balls. Then I left." "You just...left him there?" Carter looks shocked. "No," I shake my head. "I untied him, then left. He needed to be able to take care of himself. He probably won't be raping boys again, though. Or at least, getting them drunk before he rapes them. Can I ask you something?" "What?" "Are you really okay with me trying to get over my fears through you?" "Dude," Carter steps up to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.. "I told you, as long as your boyfriend is okay with it, I'm happy fooling around with you if it helps you get over your fear. It's what friends are for, and as long as we both get something out of it other than just pleasure, I'm happy." "What do you get out of it?" I ask. "That's not pleasure, I mean." "I get to see a friend heal," he smiles. "Plus, you're kind of using me, so I'm kind of using you." "You are?" He is? "Yeah," he grins at me. "I know that once you're healed, you won't be up for anything with me anymore, as you'll only do stuff with your boyfriend, and since I know I don't have a chance with you, I get to be a little bit more intimate with you, even if it's only for a short time." "Oh," I say. "Dylan told me that he's okay with me having anal with you." He looks shocked and confused. "I know I got raped," I say. "And a lot, and it was bad, but I can't see myself fucking someone else. I want to try to get over my fear of getting penetrated. I want to feel Dylan's dick inside my ass. Of course, that will never happen if he doesn't stop cheating on me. I know he's going to have sex with my second cousin's boyfriend tonight, and probably my second cousin, too. I at least ask him, first. I asked him about jacking off and blowjobs, though, but he said he's cool with anything we do, and even specified anal, which is weird. I wasn't going to bring up anal because I thought he wanted me to make him my first willing, even though I probably won't be able to do that, because I don't want to freak out when we have sex, and I will if I haven't gotten over it. "Also," I add. "He said that we could do kinks and fetishes, too. There's something I want to try, a different second cousin of mine likes to do it to his boyfriend. Well, did, since he dumped him a few months ago." "Zack?" He asks, and I nod. "I didn't think of him to like anything like that, the times I met him, he seemed more like a quiet and serious guy." "He liked licking things like pudding and frosting off of Jake," I explain. "I want to try that with you, see what it's like when it's willing and not cum. I don't thinkI can do cum yet." "Why not try that with Dylan?" "Because I want to be the one having stuff licked off of me," I answer. "And I'd rather not freak out with my boyfriend doing it, but you're my best friend, so it's okay. When Dylan licked his cum off of me, it freaked me out, and I know it upset him." "And what is it you want me to lick off of you?" He asks. "Cream cheese frosting," I answer. "I made it myself with a recipe I found, then modified. It's mint flavored, and green. For the holiday. I hope it's not bad, I think it tastes alright." "Can I try it?" He asks, and I get some of it on a spoon, then give it to him, and he tries it. "Xander, you need to stop putting yourself down with your abilities. This is good." "Are you sure?" I ask him. "Yes," he answers. "It's delicious as hell, Xander. My only complaint is that it's just barely too minty, but if only you tasted it, and you think it's delicious, it just says that you like things a little mintier than me. How do you want to try doing this?" "Doing what?" I ask. "This thing you wanted to try?" He asks. "Oh, that," I realize, then scoop some of the cream cheese frosting out of the container and put it into a frosting plastic, snipping just above the tip of the point, so as to allow just a small amount of it out at a time. "We can try it in my room, we'll have more space on my bed." "Okay!" He says, and we head up to my room and I take off my clothes and lie on my bed. "You sure you want to do this?" "Yes," I answer. "I want to know what it's like to do this. If I like it, then I'll probably do it with Dylan. But if I don't like it, then it's just you, and not my boyfriend. You're just my best friend." He has a weird look on his face, then he grins at me. "You ready?" He asks, and I nod. He starts squeezing it onto me. It's cold, and I was expecting that, since I kept it in the fridge after I made it earlier. It still gives me goosebumps, though. As he squeezes it onto me, he giggles sometimes. He's just making crisscrossing patterns, I'm not sure what's funny. Once he's done, he sets the tube on the bed beside us, then asks me if I'm ready for him to lick it off of me. I nod, and he starts doing it. His tongue is warm and wet, and it feels weird, and almost immediately, I start to think of back then. Some of them would like all over me, and it was horrible, and they wouldn't stop, and- "Xander!" Carter interrupts my thoughts, and I jump, looking at him. "You okay?" I nod. "Are you sure? You were whimpering." "I'm fine," I say. "Thanks." "Want me to stop?" He asks. "No," I say. "Keep going." He does, but he has to snap me out of the past again. That's a metaphor. It means that he has to get me to stop thinking about the past and starting to freak out. "We should stop," he says. "You're not enjoying this." "I know," I say. "But keep doing it." "Xander, it's making you freak out," he says. "I don't think this a good idea. I can't do it for more than a second before you start to whine, and you started shifting." "I know," I say. "Just...one more time? Please? Pretty please? Just once more, Carter?" "Only if you do it to me after," he says. "And if you do start whining or whimpering, I'm stopping. Got it?" "Yes." He goes back to licking it off of me. I know he wants to try it as much as I do, so I do my best to not whimper. I do fidget a lot, but he's gentle and caring with his licking, and it feels good. It doesn't take long for me to forget about what happened as he licks the icing off of my chest and stomach and I think he has a thing for nipples, because he keeps going back and licking mine. I'm pretty sure he got all the icing off of those. Eventually, he's gotten everything off of me, and I've managed to only fidget during it. Since he's done, I was going to get up, but before I can, I feel his tongue on my dick. Wait - he's going into a blowjob from here? This wasn't part of the agreement! I'm not complaining, because he really knows how to make me feel good, especially when he pulls my foreskin down and pleasures just the head of my dick. Every now and then, he'll keep his tongue on my dick when he pushes the foreskin back over, and that feels really weird, but really good. As he sucks on my dick, I feel his hands start to move toward my ass, and start to fidget. I don't get why people like to play with other people's asses, and anytime someone's hands get near mine, I start to freak out. The only thing keeping me from doing that right now is him stopping his hands and moving them away when I fidget. That, and the fact that he's making me feel so good with his mouth right now. He really gets into it, so I try to hold out as much as I can, but I'm also really horny, and that makes it hard to do. It's hard, being hard. As I'm getting close to my climax, one I can't hold out on, I realize that Carter's been getting closer and closer to my hole as he sucks me. Every time he pulls away, he doesn't pull away as much. He's getting closer and closer each time, and I wasn't realizing it. Is he trying to rape me? "What are you doing?" I ask, and he stops moving, then pulls his mouth off of my dick and looks at me. "Well?" "Sudden mood shift?" He asks. "Can I at least get you to cum, Xan? I want to taste your juice again. I thought you wanted a blowjob?" "I don't mean the blowjob," I tell him. "I meant with your finger. You're getting closer and closer to my hole every time. Why?" "Oh, that," he grins at me. "Didn't you say you wanted to try anal? Even though I'm only three and a half, and so won't be that big in you, I figured, we should try a finger first, let you get used to that. It's a lot smaller, and won't be felt as much." "Why didn't you ask first?" "Why do you think I was doing it gradually?" He asks. "I figured if you didn't like it, you'd just tell me to stop. Can we get back to this? I really want to finish you off. And I'll stop with my finger, if you really don't like that." I'm about to tell him to do just that, but then I realize that he's got a good point. A finger's smaller than a dick, and I want to be able to do anal with Dylan without freaking out once. If I can't even handle a finger, there's no way I'll be able to handle a dick. "Go ahead," I say. "But not right now. Wait until after." "After?" He looks confused. "Yes," I say. "I need to blow my load, and I'd rather lube be on your finger if you enter me." "Oh," he laughs. "Do you have lube?" "Yes," I answer. "But I'd rather try it after the blowjob. Plus, I still need to lick icing off of you, since we made a deal. I want to do that first, too." "Okay," he grins at me, then goes back to sucking me off. It doesn't take long for his treatment to bring me to the edge, and I tell him I'm going to cum before I do. He pulls his head up, leaving just the tip of my dick, foreskin pulled back, in his mouth as I release my load. After, I lie here, feeling really good from his actions, and Carter lies down beside me. "That was fun," Carter says, and I look at him. He's grinning. "I never thought about doing something like that before, with the icing. I'll definitely have to try it again, I mess around with someone again, or get a boyfriend." Whoever gets him will be a really lucky guy. I only see him as a friend and a mess-around buddy. He's a really nice guy, even if he does do cheerleading. "My turn," I sit up, grabbing the thing of icing. I filled it with enough for both of us, as I knew he'd want me to do it to him, and I want to try it, since it's not cum and I'm not being forced to. "Clothes." "If you wanted me naked," he grins at me as he sits up and starts to get undressed, shirt coming off first, revealing his fine, muscled torso. "All you had to do was ask." "Please?" I ask, and he laughs. "What?" "Nothing," he pushes his shorts and boxers down, his three and a half inch dick sticking straight out, fully hard. "Damn, that was starting to hurt." "Then why didn't you get naked sooner?" I ask, and he just shrugs, snorting. "Now lie back down, time for me to ice you up." He snorts again, trying hard not to laugh. I'm not sure what's funny about it. I start piping the icing onto him, making swirl designs with the thin cream. I dyed it green to make sure it didn't look like cum. Some of the boys who raped me made me lick cum off of them. Sometimes, it was just theirs, sometimes, it wasn't theirs, or was theirs, but had other guys' cum mixed in with it, too. The pale green icing would make it harder for me to do this, were it its natural color. On Carter, though, the mint cream cheese icing looks delicious, and I do want to eat it off of him. I have to hesitate when I do it, though. When I try to start, I flash back to being forced to lick it off of him. [Xander, 10 years old][Rape flashback - skip down to next PoV point if you don't want to read it Search "Present Time" to skip down to it] My arm hurts from being twisted so hard, but if I cry, he just starts twisting it again. I'm trying not to cry. If I do, they'll just be worse. They'll rape me longer. Right now, they're all cumming on Alan. On his chest. I don't know why, but I'm scared. There are four of them. They take turns holding me down. They put a big dildo in me. It's vibrating. It hurts. A lot. I'm trying not to cry. It's hard to not cry right now. As soon as they finish cumming on him, Alan cums, too, shooting his load onto his chest and stomach. "Come here and lick this off of me, bitch," Alan snaps at me, and I shake my head, then let out a small scream when Tom twists my arm even harder. "Get your slut ass over here and lick this off. Now. I'll be gentle with you after if you do a good job, but you're going to eat this cum, and you're going to do it now!" Tom pushes me into the ground even harder, then stands up. They won't let me leave here until they're done. I have to do what they want. They'll do it anyway, even if I fight with all my strength. I walk over to the bed, and when I hesitate, Alan grabs me and pulls me up, and it hurts. I cry a little bit. He shoves my face into his chest and orders me to start licking, so I do. It's disgusting. I hate it. I want to go! When I finish, I try to stop, but he shoves my face into his dick and tells me to suck it, and that if I use my teeth this time, they'll go two in my ass. I didn't mean to use my teeth last time. As I do what he wants, he spanks me, and I accidentally bites his dick. "That's it!" He snarls, grabbing me and throwing me onto the bed, pushing me down as I try to fight him. "You've been a bad boy, Alex, and this is your punishment." He doesn't take the dildo out. It's an eight-inch dildo, and his dick is at least six inches long and really fat. It's hard for me to get my mouth around it. I scream when he enters me, and someone gags me with something. I try to fight, but I can't. It hurts. He doesn't stop fucking me when he cums. He keeps going, telling me I was a bad boy. I didn't mean to bite him. I try to apologize to him, but he ignores me. The others all fuck me, too, and they pair up in my ass. When he finishes fucking me, Alan picks me up and throws me into my room, telling me that when I wake up, I'll be sucking his dick again, and if I don't do a good job, to expect a worse punishment. I apologize to him, and he walks over and flips me onto my stomach, lighting a cigarette. I beg him not to, but he pushes it into my back, and I scream. It hurts. It's so hot. He does that, and then he pushes his dick into my ass again, pushing my head into the ground and crushing it. It hurts. I want it all to end. Eventually, he leaves, and I'm left to cry on the ground. I know God doesn't exist now, because if he did, he wouldn't let something like this happen to me. I want to scream out at something, but if I do, Alan will be back. [Finn][Present time] "Finn?" Uncle Trey says when he opens the door. "What are you doing here?" I'm lying on the bed in Xander's old room, reading through a printed copy of his journal. Translated to proper spelling, of course. He was talking about one of his rapists, an "Alan", the first rapist. I think I know who he's talking about, but there's no evidence to convict him. "Just thinking," I sit up and look at my godfather. "I couldn't sleep, Mom and Dad's St. Patrick's Day party is still going on, so I figured I'd come over and try to find something I could use to catch another one of those bastards. I don't know why I picked this room." "I'm heading to bed," he yawns. "Xander's in the annex with one of his friends, and they'll probably be leaving sometime tomorrow to go back to the festival. I'm surprised he didn't show up drunk, I know a lot of kids were getting drunk there." "Might happen after today's events end," I set the papers down next to me. "Though according to his journals, Xander was forced into drinking by one of his 'patrons' when he'd run away, and ended up castrating the guy after getting raped, and now doesn't want to drink alcohol, so it's also not necessarily likely that he'd do it." "He did what?" Uncle Trey looks surprised. "Wait, you've been reading his journals?" "Just up to what he'd written before he found I'd located them," I nod. "I made copies of them. I've been analyzing them, trying to find something that could help us catch someone." "Let me know if you find something," he says. "Xander really needs peace of mind. He won't admit it, but he's probably only getting an hour of sleep at night - if that. Probably why he's been so moody and dangerous lately." "I couldn't tell," I respond. "He just seems to be as moody as ever, just more vocal about it." "Make sure you're not seen when he leaves," Uncle Trey tells me. "He barely tolerates you at the family dinners because I tell him to, but there's no telling what he'll do if he sees you here." "That's why I'm trying to find these bastards," I say. "It's the only thing I can think of to get him to realize that I do mean well for him. Nothing else works." "Goodnight," Uncle Trey says. "You can stay here or in one of the other rooms. Let me know if you're still here in the morning." I nod, and he leaves. I get up and look around Xander's old room. It's been left pretty much as it was when he moved out. As I'm in the closet, I stumble and bump into a bookshelf that once had his entire library (as few books as he had) resting on it. When I do, something shifts behind it. I move the bookshelf and find a sketchpad with about 300 pages in it, and frown. Xander doesn't draw, as far as I know. When I flip it open, I'm expecting to see Xander's attempts at drawing. Something childish and amateur. Not amazing-quality drawings of rape. Their faces are done in perfect detail, their dicks look like they're probably the actual sizes, not exaggerated, and in all of them, it's as if it's drawn from the actual view of the victim. He drew his memories of his rapes. Xander's labeled each one with a date and a name. Some have several people, and he lists who they are. That's on the back of each page, the front of each page reserved solely for his memories of being raped, not wasting any of the space to detail on the surroundings and the appearance of his rapists. Everything's in color, too, not black and white, like I'd expected, and the colors work perfectly. As I'm flipping through, I catch one of the names, which stands out. The person starts on fourteen separate pages, and has the same thing written on the back of each one, with some differences to account for someone else being in the room or raping him and to note the dates. Alan O'Connor. He's mentioned in over twenty different journal entries, and was the first person who ever raped him. Xander kept encountering him over and over. The guy's a serious ginger, judging by Xander's capturing of the images, and his notes say that Alan's dick is seven and three quarters of an inch, and two and three-quarter inches thick - pretty damn thick, considering average is an inch and a half in thickness. I have to wonder how Xander knows measurements like that. "Uncle Trey!" I yell as I look at one of the pictures of Alan. "Uncle Trey!" I run out of the room and across the hall, pounding on Uncle Trey's door. He answers it in pajama pants. "Yes?" He asks. "Look what I just found," I show him the book, still on the page I was on. "This entire book is filled with drawings of him being raped, and the back side of every page lists who raped him, how big they were, and when it was. He even goes into detail on the rape." "This is listing more than just him," Uncle Trey says. "Is he saying that he was raped by other kids?" "No," I flip the page over. "Careful, the pictures are hard to look at it. Xander's getting raped in this one, but look at what's just barely in Xander's vision." "Is that another kid?" Uncle Trey asks. "So Xander wasn't the only victim in this one." "Xander never mentioned someone else in his journals," I say. "Never mentioned another victim. There are several of the drawings with other victims, but they all have one common factor: Alan O'Connor." "This isn't enough for a conviction," Uncle Trey says. "But it might help us." "We need to let Agent Hill know," I tell him. "And now. This is a book containing the first and last names of Xander's rapists, including dates he was raped and drawings of the incidents. Some of them include scars or tattoos, including some in places you don't see casually. And some of the drawings indicate other victims. I've seen Alan, he lives in a trailer park on his own. It's a place where no one asks questions, which means that it's possible he's got victims, even now. He was sixteen when he first raped Xander five years ago, he's twenty-one now. He doesn't work, thanks to winning a small fortune through a lottery ticket he bought for his eighteenth birthday, and is spending it wisely, to make it last. He's invested it, too. A million dollars, I'm sure you know, can go a long way, even after taxes are taken out, if you invest it properly. He's gone the safe way, though. If he's got other victims, he could be with one right now." "Call Hill," Uncle Trey nods. "I'll get dressed." [Xander] "Xander?" Carter breaks me out of my thoughts, and I look at him. "You turned pale as a ghost. You really don't need to do this. I wasn't really serious when I told you you had to." "I made a deal," I look at him, taking a deep breath, then letting it out. "I can do this." I manage to fight the urge to tense up, manage to push back the memories, and once I get started, it's actually enjoyable. I made sure to get some of the icing on his dick, too, just because, and when I make it there, I lick it up before taking his dick into my mouth and returning the favor he just gave to me, but I stop before he reaches orgasm, letting him calm down for a minute before returning to pleasuring him. From past experience, I know they like it better when I do that, when I edge them a few times, let them calm down, then, after several near-breaking points, let them cum. At least this time, I'm sucking him willingly. I'm not trying to please him so that he won't do worse to me, but actually make him feel good. But I'm not going to bring him over, not going to swallow his cum. Each time, I stop at the point where there will be no return, and I do it with the intent of letting him into my ass. It's a sort of promise to me for this. After a long time, and about seven edges, I think I'm ready for him to try my ass. "Why'd you stop?" He asks when I lie down next to him. "The lube's in the bathroom," I inform him. "Bottom drawer under the sink. I haven't used it before, so use whatever flavor you like best." He looks at me for several long seconds before smiling, then getting up and going into my bathroom, returning a few moments later with a tube of the kiwi strawberry. I want to see him as he does this, so I stay on my back and lift my legs up. Carter puts some of the lube on his finger, then gently touches my whole. I gasp, trying not to fight against it, and he's not even entering me yet. "You're sure?" He pauses, and I nod. "Xander, are you?" "Yes," I answer. "Please put your finger in me. I trust you." I do. I trust him a lot. He goes back to lubing up the area around my hole, then slowly begins to push his finger in. I breathe heavily, pushing back the images that flash through my mind as he does. He's not them. He's not them. He's Carter. He's a good guy. After the first finger, he asks me if I'm sure I want him to continue, and I nod. He lubes up two fingers and inserts them, and I have to force myself to calm down. Carter really doesn't want to see me suffering through this, but I really want him to do this, and I know he'll treat me right. After two fingers, I tell him to put his dick in me. "You sure you're ready for this, Xander?" He asks. "Yes," I answer. "I'm ready. Fuck me, Carter. Please fuck me." Carter hesitates, but then lubes up his dick before entering. It's been a long time since anything's been down there, and so it does hurt, but I grit my teeth through it. He won't be rough just because I cried, but he'd probably stop, and I want him in me. From experience, I know how to make it hurt less and how to give him less resistance, and I do, glad that I've got someone I can do this with willingly. Once I can do this without any issues, I'll be happy to have sex with Dylan - if he can stop sleeping around without consulting me first. Carter slowly fucks me, looking down at me with concern on his face, probably because it's hard for me to not hide the pain and fear in my eyes. He's only three and a half inches, but he's still a little on the fat side, probably already as fat as a grown man's dick. Well, the average size. So it does hurt a little bit. But it feels good, too, and I like it. After a few minutes, he starts picking up speed, and I know his fear of freaking me out has been overwritten by his need to get off, something I knew would happen. After he cums in my ass, he collapses onto the bed next to me, breathing heavily. "You okay?" He asks after a few minutes. "Yeah," I look at him. "It hurts a little, but then, a fucking generally does, even if they're not fully-grown. Especially if you haven't been fucked in awhile. Thanks, Carter.' "For what, exactly?" He asks, but in a way that says he's actually curious to know what for. "For being the first person to fuck me," I answer. "When I'm willing for it to happen, and to do it nicely." "I kind of went rough there at the end," his face turns a little redder than it already was from the actions we just performed. "I know," I tell him. "I made sure you were super horny, so that you wouldn't back out once you started. I had a feeling you'd end up going rough. And you made me cum again while doing it." "I did?" He looks at my stomach. "Damn, Xander, you came twice in a row!" Then his smile turns mischievous. "Can I lick it off of you?" "Sure," I respond. "But then I'm cleaning up the dribble coming out of my ass, then taking a shower and going to bed." ~~END OF CHAPTER 27~~ Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed it! As always, any feedback, be it comments, questions, suggestions, etc., can be sent to me at kingkurt1339@gmail.com – I try to reply to every email! You can also follow me on Twitter @KurtMKing for latest project updates and other information! I love all the emails asking me if Carter and Xander are getting together! You'll all eventually get to see whether or not they do, but I'm not sharing it until then! :P For now, you'll have to suffer through Xander dating Dylan. That big project I've been talking about IS LIVE! Let me know if you want the details to it! It's a YA fantasy story planned to have other 200 chapters that I'm releasing elsewhere! Hope you all enjoyed it, and look forward to Chapter 28!