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Subject: A Girl's Debut 1/?? (boyhood,M/m,TV)
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o
o Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ?
o Why that is easy, young Grasshopper. It is...
o
o ... M e r c u r y ...
o
o For listen to the Wind. Does it not whisper in your ear,
o "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!" And listen to the babbling brook.
o Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!"
o You see, Grasshopper. All of Nature is in harmony with
o Mercury, for he is one with the Universe!
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o Anon. (Trans. Andrew Sinclair)
o
o The dust of Libya counted grain by grain,
o The oceans drained; these tasks are small,
o when love of boys can still command
o Men's souls, and Gods'. Look at me, all -
o My sweat is water on the sand.
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o Notes :
o
o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 16:14:56 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Hi, Merc! Here's the first story, starting from the beginning. Please let
me know if you post them and if possible the area (URL) or whatever it's
called. All the stories will have an alpha character starting with "A" at
the right hand corner to denote the sequence of events. I really hope you
enjoy them. The stories over 48K will be split in half with a part 1 and 2,
okay?
Please write back and talk to me. You know ask questions or whatever.
Later, Boof.
A Girl's Debut (Part 1)
(Story A)
Well, where do I begin? Maybe I should begin when it all started and sort
of try to piece it together the best way I can remember. I am of Hispanic
descent. Consequently, due to my father's fervent enthusiasm to pursue and
maintain his macho image pitted against my mother's obstinate demeanor to
fight for her dignity and her family's, at eleven years old, I again became
part of a broken family. As was the usual drill, my father packed up and
moved out, leaving my mother behind with us to try and keep our heads above
water. In an effort to make things easy for all us and since I was the only
male offspring (with three older sisters), I was sent for the summer to live
with an aunt (my mother's sister) and uncle in Oceanside, California. My
sisters remained with my mother and our maternal grandmother.
My aunt was a demure wisp of a woman who unlike my mother was inclined to
look the other way when my uncle wandered. She was a nurse by trade and
quite content to attend to the needs of others. From Wednesday night to
Sunday night, my aunt worked at a hospital from about three in the afternoon
to twelve mid-night. What she did during the day is beyond me. I saw her
only for about five minutes before she went to work. After that, who knows?
On the other hand, my uncle was a United States Marine Corps drill
instructor stationed at Camp Pendleton who had a booming authoritative voice
and told excellent war stories. He worked a semi-normal shift during the
day going to work for additional time only when a telephone call required
his presence. I remember that all the children in the family feared him for
no particular reason other than for his robust voice. What I feared most
was his constant tirade of teasing any of the children whenever he could. I
wasn't the only object of his denunciations since the family was large and
there were many kids. For reasons unknown to me, this particular aunt and
uncle had no kids of their own.
I arrived in California for what was to be a three month summer visit since
my mother was sure that either things would get better or she was going to
get us back as a family if she had to work two or three jobs to do it. As
expected, my aunt was the only one there to greet me with my uncle
supposedly at work. She asked all kinds of questions about the family and
tried as hard as she could to extract some sort of scandal from me. But as
a kid, I wasn't privy to any of my parents' problems so I could not very
well provide any juicy gossip. Eventually, she gave up and provided the
rules and regulations that were part of her (?) household. Actually, if I
remember correctly, they resembled a military type regimen including
chore/task start and end times in military time (i.e. - 0600), so I'm pretty
sure my uncle was the author. The rules weren't strict and I suppose this
was due to their inexperience with children since they centered mostly on
rise time, go to bed time, eat time, play time. One would not have to be a
mental giant to follow these rules.
On my very first day, I rose early with anticipation to see/meet my uncle.
Though I sometimes feared his voice, I think I was actually impressed with
the prestige of his uniform and what it stood for. I ran into the bathroom
and having bathed the night before, I only had to wash my face and brush my
teeth. I was rigorously brushing my teeth when I looked up into the mirror
and saw my uncle's reflection. On his face was a wide shit-eating grin.
Instinctively, I said, "Hi!", in a voice as cheerful as I could spit out.
With the thoughts in the back of my mind centering on his funny sneer and
what it meant.
His response was a booming and laughing, "Who or what in the hell are you
all decked out to be, son?"
I noticed that he was laughing while looking at my attire. I looked down
and noticed nothing funny. As far as I was concerned, I was properly
clothed. I mean everything that was supposed to be covered up, was covered
and nothing was hanging out, so what was so funny.
During my earlier years, my mother and father went through many "trial"
separations. Most of these trials were instigated by my father in an
attempt to really fuck around. It was during those times that my mother had
to desperately try to make ends meet. Being the only boy, I suspect she
tried to save money by making me "share" my sisters' underwear. I really
didn't care since I didn't know the difference. She never explained that
they were girls' panties and/or camisoles and since no one else ever saw me
with my outer clothes off or said anything, I never questioned her actions.
Accordingly, I presume my uncle's response was appropriate.
There I stood wearing girls' panties with a lace trimmed camisole as an
undershirt. Hell, they served the purpose. How was I to know there was a
difference (boy's briefs versus girl's panties). Anyway, he walked off
smirking with no actual comment.
Breakfast, however, was a different affair. With my aunt, heaven knows
where, my uncle would point and laugh heartily at my top and ask me if my
little panties kept my pussy warm. Pussy??? What is he talking about, I
wondered? I had led a very sheltered life. My mother's older sister was a
nun that taught school at a nearby Catholic church and of course, I,
including my sisters, had to attend that school. The real lessons of life
other fortunate street-wise kids my age were learning at public schools were
never part of my early upbringing. My mother sometimes treated me like she
treated my sisters, like a "GIRL" with my father never having any input.
My uncle would reach over and act as if he was going to tickle me but he
would instead pull the panties' elastic waist band, let it pop and burst out
laughing or he would pinch my nipples and say, "Where's your bra? Marica".
(Marica is short for Maricon or queer). He continued ranting all through
breakfast and though still hungry, I actually got up said I was finished to
avoid prolonging this ugly scene. From then on he would only smirk and
sneer, sometimes reaching and pinching my nipples or goosing me, asking me
if I liked it. I would shudder thinking how disgusting he was.
With this one exception, things were going quite well for me. I had never
in my life gotten an allowance, but now my aunt provided me with a generous
one and I kept myself pretty busy. During the week, it was the pool,
movies, rec hall, bike riding or whatever caught my fancy. During the
week-ends, it was Saturday cartoons on TV and early morning Sunday church
with my aunt. The rest of my Sundays, I worked on writing letters to my
sisters and my mom - I sure did miss them. I never really talked or
socialized with my uncle since he was usually out with friends or passed out
on a couch real early in the afternoon.
On one Sunday afternoon, about three weeks after arriving, I was feeling
very depressed and homesick after writing some letters to my family and I
really hated being alone. I decided to try to talk to my uncle and I walked
downstairs and opened the door leading from the kitchen to his garage.
On Sunday afternoons, he would "Pump Iron". A pastime he really enjoyed
and proved it by continuously gloating about his muscles. He'd suddenly
turn to you and say, "Feel this". Flexing his forearm and waiting for your
admiration. His muscles weren't huge by any stretch of the imagination but
they were really hard and very taut.
Anyway, I flung open the door and at first glance I couldn't figure out
what I was seeing. Right in front of me was a young 22 or 24 year old man
who I had never seen before, kneeling in front of my uncle. He actually had
my uncle's cock in his mouth. His head was furiously bobbing up and down
with saliva dripping from his chin. I stood there staring. I was young,
naive and completely inexperienced in the ways of the world and sex, any
kind - homosexual or straight, was something I knew nothing about.
Fascinated with the sight before me, my gaze was transfixed on the pair. I
was oblivious of their consciousness when all of a sudden my uncle turned
his face and saw me. He shouted in a booming voice, "Fuck!!"
His voice jolted me and fear shot through me making my legs tremble. He
pushed the young man away, walked over to the door, looked at me with
arrogance on his face, and slammed the door. I stood there shaking and
wondering how pissed off he was and if I was going to catch hell for barging
in. Additionally, I remember feeling kind of felt embarrassed for them. I
really can't explain the sensation but it seemed unnatural and deep inside
me I knew what I had just seen was not normal. It was weird to have seen my
uncle completely naked with his hard cock standing straight out just before
he closed the door. I was profoundly enthralled with his image deeply
imprinted in my mind.
To my surprise, at breakfast the next morning, the usual teasing abruptly
ceased. In fact, my uncle just about avoided me completely for about three
or four days. I figured he was either very embarrassed or very pissed off.
At that age, I was not a very good judge of character or facial expressions
and I was not sure what he thought. Within a couple of days things kind of
changed and I noticed him acting normal again with the exception that the
teasing had stopped.
The very next Friday night, after I had gone to bed, he walked into my
bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed. He asked me to get up and I just
sort of propped myself up in bed.
"NO, GET UP! - GET UP AND GET COMPLETELY OUT OF BED. NOW!!, he boomed and
I scrambled out of the bed not sure where to go or what to do.
I kind of stood at arms length from him not sure of what was going on. He
just sat there and said nothing else. Finally, he softly said, "Come here."
I walked over to him and stood in front of him. He reached with both arms
and rested his hands on my shoulders, took a deep breathe and in a soft
almost inaudible voice asked, "Is something wrong? Do you have a problem
or something?"
I kind of shrugged and said, "No, why?"
He just said, "I was just thinking that maybe you had a problem or
something was bothering you and you needed to talk."
"Nope, no problem here, everything's going great. I'm having a great time,"
I responded as cheerful as I could.
He sat there for a long time without saying anything. He moved his body as
though he wanted to say something but nothing came out. He sort of shrugged
and took deep sighs. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he said,
"Remember that guy you saw in the garage Sunday?
"Yeah." I said, thinking that maybe I should've played stupid and said
that I couldn't remember or something else instead. I wasn't sure if he was
mad or what.
"Do you remember exactly what he was doing to me?" he asked in a cold
deliberate calculated manner.
That's when I thought, Oooh, he is pissed! I'm in trouble. I didn't
exactly know why I was in trouble but this didn't sound good at all. I
figured I was going to be send home earlier than anticipated with my having
to explain to my Mom why. Not only that but, SHIT!, I thought, there goes
my allowance. I finally said, "I think so."
He exploded and shouted, "YOU THINK SO??? SHIT, YOU EITHER KNOW OR YOU
DON'T!! WHAT IS IT? DO YOU REMEMBER OR NOT?" He sort of shook me from the
shoulders in an apparent effort to shake my memory.
"YEAH, YEAH, SURE, I REMEMBER", I suddenly blurted out trembling. Boy,
did he scared the shit out of me with that fog horn voice.
He waited for a good while and then in a real toned down, yet firm voice,
he softly said, "Kneel down." and with his hands, he softly applied
pressure on my shoulders, forcing me to bend my knees and lower myself to a
kneeling position in front of him between his legs.
At that precise moment, as I knelt in front of him, I noticed his huge cock
protruding straight out from his shorts and the image I saw that Sunday
afternoon flashed in my mind. My only meter to gauge his dimensions was my
own miserable little weenie and that comparison made his dick look enormous,
ominous, throbbing and mean.
In a deep raspy voice, he said, "Open your mouth" and with one hand
grabbed my head and a handful of hair. I knelt there unsure of what to do.
Tightening his grasp, he pulled my head towards his crotch and again
repeated his command in a more forceful tone, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH! NOW!!"
As I felt my head guided towards his stiff member, I closed my eyes and
opened my mouth. I felt his cock-head graze my lips and I opened my mouth
wider to accept it. To my surprise, he was very gentle and delicately
applied pressure to my head, pushing me further into his crotch, guiding his
cock deeper into my mouth. He stopped and held this position for what
appeared to be four or five seconds. Suddenly, after that short period of
time, his cock started to throb in my mouth, flooding it with a warm slimy
thick fluid. I gagged and panicked trying to pull away but he held me
firmly. I swallowed some of it and held the rest in my mouth. He waited
three or four more seconds and finally let me go. I fell back on my butt
and just sat there on my heels, nauseated, wanting to spit out the slimy gob
of cum still in my mouth. Snickering, he handed me a towel, and said,
"Spit on this." I spit into the towel, folded it and wiped my mouth.
Meanwhile, he stood up, smiled and walked to the door saying, "Go to bed.
It's late."
I crawled into bed and turned only to hear his faded footsteps as he walked
away. I lay back thinking, Boy!, that was weird and at the same time, I
noticed that the slimy-like flavor of his sperm still coated my mouth. I
tasted it, licking my lips. It didn't have a distinctive taste and I wasn't
appalled by the affair either. So, I shrugged my shoulders, turned over on
my stomach and fell asleep.
The rest of the week was uneventful. I pursued my desires doing whatever
it took to have fun. Actually, I am apt to recall that I considered that
first cock-sucking episode as rather insignificant either because it was or
I was trying to put it out of my mind. I really do not recall any feelings
of remorse or embarrassment on my part after taking his cock in my mouth.
In fact, my uncle appeared to be more regretful by appearing to avoid me
more often or sometimes completely. However, remember I was young and not
really able to read or translate body language. The only good thing to come
out of that episode was that my uncle, for no apparent reason, gave me
another allowance. What a life!!!
Around Thursday, he again came into my room, woke me up and stood in front
of me completely naked with his hard-on protruding out from his body. He
told me to get up and sitting on the side of the bed, I once more took his
cock into my mouth. This time he was more subdued and gentle. It appeared
that he had more control and slowly and surely pumped his cock in and out of
my mouth. In a slow, methodical rhythm, he would push it in almost to the
point of my gagging, then he would withdraw. Again, as usual, he would cum
in my mouth, withdraw and hand me a towel to spit in. Whereupon he would
smile and leave the room telling me to go to bed.
These events started to occur approximately every third day with him
graduating into caressing my body in areas that were making me feel kind of
funny but good. Due to his expert coaching, I soon learned to actually suck
his cock and graduated into swallowing his cum.
On one memorable occasion, while I knelt in from of him with his cock in my
mouth, he had spit on his fingers and moistened my ass-hole with it. He
tried to stick his finger in my ass but it felt funny and I guess, I
squirmed around too much because he eventually stopped. Of course, for the
next visit, he brought along a jar of Vaseline and finally triumphed. There
I was, kneeling in front of my uncle with his cock in my mouth while he
sawed his forefinger in and out of my ass-hole. I vividly remember that it
was quite pleasurable and sort of exciting. Eventually, our episodes ended
up in our laying in bed together in a sort of a sixty-nine position with me
sucking his cock while he fingered and probed my ass-hole. By this time, it
was really beginning to feel good and I was actually starting to take
pleasure from it. I kind of enjoyed his cock in my mouth and the inevitable
gush of hot, milky cum which I swallowed greedily, but most of all, I
thoroughly enjoyed his finger, deeply inserted in my rectum.
Finally around two or three weeks later, my uncle approached me as I lay in
front of the TV and told me to follow him, leading me into their bathroom.
As I went in, I noticed a large enema bag hanging from the shower rod. It
was bloated with water and the syringe dangled ominously from it, dripping
small drops of water. To the poor Hispanic community, colon irrigations or
"enemas" were Godsend and were used repeatedly for any type of ailment from
fever to colds. I suppose they figured that internal cleansing would wash
out all the bad germs. Who Knows? Unfortunately, I had been the recipient
of it's contents many times before and I hated it. However, my uncle
explained that my aunt as a nurse had directed him to do this to assure that
I remained healthy and clean. Hey! who am I to argue with an adult,
especially a nurse. I was instructed to remove all my clothes and bend
over the tub. Very experienced with this maneuver, I did as instructed.
With all my clothes off and me bend over the tub, my uncle applied some
Vaseline to my butt-hole, greased the syringe and slowly inserted it in my
rectum. He released the clasp and I could feel the warm water gush into my
bowels, slowly distending my stomach to unnatural proportions. He allowed
as much water as I could stand to fill me up. Then he told me to sit on the
commode and expel it, calling him when I thought I was through. He did this
approximately three or four times until I was almost on the verge of tears,
complaining that my stomach hurt and I couldn't take anymore. He told me to
take a bath and call him when I was through. After I finished my bath, he
instructed me to go to bed. Bed!!! It's only seven-thirty, I thought.
It's too early for bed!! However, I wasn't going to argue with him and went
to bed.
After I was in bed for about an hour, I drifted off to sleep. Later that
night, I was gently shaken by my uncle who instructed me to get up. I
groggily got up and stumbled around the room. He roughly pulled me over to
the bed and started applying some sort of lotion all over my body, telling
me to rub it on myself. After the lotion, he started patting powder on me
with a powder puff from a container I had seen on my aunt's dresser. He
rubbed the excess off with a towel and handed me some sort of panties of a
type I had never quite seen before. They were actually some type of real
small bikini-type underwear. I put them on and then he handed me a short
camisole that was a little bit too big but I put it on. He got real close
to me and said, "I want you to meet someone." It was then that I smelled
the odor of beer on his breathe. I froze! Why I froze, I really don't
know, but something didn't quite seem right. He grabbed my hand and dragged
me into the living-room where two of his friends were sitting drinking beer.
As I walked in they both turned around smiled and greeted me with a hearty,
"HI!!", as though I was some sort of friend they already knew. I was
embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I meekly said, "Hello".
Finally one of the men said laughing, "So this is the little cock-sucker,
Huh?", adding a, "Nice girlie, come to pappa!"
Up to this point, I had no idea what was really going to transpire and I
just stood there like an idiot not knowing whether to go to him or wait for
instructions from my uncle. My wait for an answer was short-lived as my
uncle shoved me towards the man. He grabbed me in his arms and rubbed my
body saying, "MMMMM, this is going to be nice! Come on show me what you can
do." He stood up, unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and
then dropped his shorts. His cock sprung out from his body like a soldier
at attention. I stood there frozen. Thinking, what is going on? I heard
my uncle say as he pushed me down, "Go ahead, Baby, suck his dick!"
Kneeling in front of him and trembling, I closed my eyes and took his cock
in my mouth and started to gently suck and bob my head on it. After awhile,
I relaxed and thought, Hmmm? This isn't too bad. As I knelt there sucking,
I felt someone's hands caressing my body, tugging at the panties until they
were down around my thighs. I also felt the probing of his fingers as he
applied some Vaseline to my ass-hole. Finally, the caressing stopped and I
felt a finger slowly slide into my ass-hole. Whoever it was, was doing a
good job. The man in front of me pushed me back, stripped completely out of
his clothes and lay down on the floor. I turned and looked around and
noticed that it was the other man already naked with his finger in my ass
while my uncle sat in a chair, watching as he drank a beer.
After the man lay down on the floor, I got between his legs on all fours
and sucked on his cock while his friend pumped his finger in and out of my
ass. I squirmed and pushed back on it when he pulled it out, relishing in
how good it felt. All of a sudden, I felt his other hand on my dick and he
started to jack me off. Pulling and stroking my cock, he would momentarily
caress my ball sack. My uncle never touched my dick and this was definitely
a knew adventure. WOW!!! I soared to heights I had never known before. I
got so hot and horny that I can't adequately describe those first
sensations. Since I had never jacked off before, I had never experienced an
orgasm. This was by far the greatest feeling I had ever experienced in my
relatively short life.
(CONTINUED IN "A GIRL'S DEBUT" - PART 2)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 19:13:03 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 5/?? (M/m, M/M, TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 17:26:05 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
The Barrio Queen (Story C)
As I swept the dry rustling leaves around me, a slight autumn wind
scattered them in all directions, making my assigned chore more depressing.
I had been home for almost two months and all I did was day-dream. This
leaf raking little chore was my punishment for drifting off to memory lane
instead of keeping my eyes on the beans, baking on the stove as my
grandmother had instructed me while she went to early morning mass. As
usual I had risen early, and as I sat in the kitchen in front of a plate of
hot bacon and eggs, warm soft tortillas and a glass of cold milk, my mind
took a nostalgic trip to California to visit my uncle and his friends.
While my eggs and bacon got cold and my tortillas got hard, my milk turned
luke-warm as smoke from the charred burning bean pot swirled around my head.
The sharp acrid smell of the burning beans never affected my senses.
However, the sharp stinging blow delivered by a open hand on the back of my
head sure as hell, affected everything else. I jumped up wide-eyed and
scared as I head the shrill screaming voice of my grandmother's sister, my
beloved great-aunt, Mama Julia. She waved her ever present apron in the air
and opened the windows to allow the smoke a way out.
Yelling wildly she screamed, "QUE TE PASA, CRIATURA?? POR QUE TODO EL
TIEMPO TE QUEDAS DORMIDO!! MIRA NOMAS ESTE DESMADRE Y DANIO!!", the
following translation is actually what she really meant while the next one
translates into what I heard. What she actually meant was: "WHAT IS
HAPPENING TO YOU CHILD? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP? JUST LOOK AT THIS
DISORDER AND DAMAGE!!" What I heard was: "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM,
BOY??? YOU'RE CONSTANTLY FUCKING UP, LOOK AT ALL THE FUCKING DAMAGE YOU'VE
DONE HERE, YOU SHIT-HEAD!" Of course, my poor aunt was distraught and had
never and would never raise a hand at me. I was her pride and joy. Her
little boy-child that she insisted on spoiling. Hey! who am I to contradict
adults - right? If you make somebody happy by allowing them to spoil you,
then I say - by all means, make them happy. She did, however, have a very
abnormal deadly fear of fire and the slap on my head was just her paranoia
making her act irrational. No sooner had Mr. Cantu, our ice delivery-man,
removed the burning, smoking pot to a safe location outside the house, when
she held me tight in her arms and smothering to her bosom, she cried huge
tears of joy and relief that I was safe and sound, her ample body racked
with deep heartfelt sobs as she stroked my long tousled hair away from my
face. I have no idea why but, my long hair was something she admired alot,
taking long periods to brush it and comb it every evening. The only reason
I always figured that my hair was kept long was because my mother in her
ever losing battle against our poverty didn't want to pay a barber. My hair
was actually cropped at my shoulders but the top and sides were
approximately ten inches long.
This screw-up on my part was the reason I had been out here since
mid-morning raking the leaves. Now here it was past five o-clock in the
afternoon and I take off again, traveling through the roadways of my mind.
This time junior high school was my main concern. Having always attended a
catholic school, public school attendance was a completely different story.
I, for one. was completely out of my element and didn't have the foggiest
idea that I was.
In another month or so, I would be twelve years old. I was now in the
seventh grade in a public junior high school. I actually had a class
called P.E. - Physical Education. It was wild, We actually played
basketball, baseball, volleyball, track, etc. and got graded for it. The
funny part was taking showers with a bunch of stupid silly, goofy kids.
Most of the kids my age or in my grade were still in their childhood periods
with no clue what adolescence was all about or the changes it would bring.
The older ninth graders however, had different frames of mind. I remember
hearing them talk in the showers as they soaped themselves about seeing
Rosita or Juanita in their gym outfits running or doing calisthenics. They
marveled at how the girls' titties bounced up and down or commented on how
big they were and how well they had developed over the summer vacation. I
don't recall or can remember my having or desiring any contact with any of
the boys. They just seemed so immature, so child-like with their whooping,
hollering and snapping at each other butts with wet towels - what a bunch of
dorks!! Additionally, I had trouble coping with their constant teasing
about my long hair. I hated to be teased. The Beatles were a rage at the
time and many kids had long hair. I just couldn't see why mine was so
different. Now, of course, I can understand why. I can look back and
remember that the style I wore was similar to my sisters'. We had the same
barber, my mother. The style of cut was sort of feminine.
I did however, think of Juanita. I recalled sitting alone on the gym steps
early one school day and watched her as she walked by, her pony-tail
bouncing in the air. She did have big boobs. I couldn't help but notice
how her bust stood out and then narrowed to her slim waist which in turn
spread out to her hips giving her a waspish hourglass figure. I remember
watching her boobs bounce up and down as she hurriedly walked by a bunch of
screaming kids playing tops. Remember the Tops? They were actually milk
bottle cardboard caps that many kids collected and played with. I don't
remember the rules but apparently the game was fun because it has been
resurrected again but now they are calling them, POGS. However, they don't
come free with milk bottles. You have to buy them and they start at about
three to four dollars each - what a rip off!
I remembered Juanita because the rustling leaves sounded like the rustling
of her ankle-length full skirt as she walked by. However, the main thing
that I remember from that day was the sight of her panty covered ass as a
strong gust of wind blew her skirt up. She desperately tired to push it
down but with her arms laden with books, her attempts were no match for the
strong draft. All the kids started laughing and hollering, chortling and
pointing at her. In her vain attempts to remain modest and hide her bared
ass, she turned and faced the crowd, pushing the front of her skirt down
while broadly exposing her smooth panty covered ass to my full advantage. I
remember thinking, I sure wish my ass was that big and round. A twinge of
jealousy ran through me as I yearned to have a body like hers. Well, maybe
not the big tits but a nice round ass like hers would be nice.
The majority of the Hispanic women have big tits and small slender waists
which spread to well proportioned hips sitting on top of long, large legs
when they are young. As age overtakes them, their hourglass shapes
deteriorate to large pear-like forms that waddle around in households across
America. Conversely, Hispanic men lose their lanky slim looks and grow
large beer-bellies and putter around the neighborhoods wearing dirty khaki
pants with dingy beer-stained undershirts. Their once neatly trimmed
mustaches evolve into large walrus looking gray speckled hairy mops, that
collect foam when they take big swigs of their daily beer.
It was while I was in deep thought, pondering my dire sad-looking future,
trying to imagine what I would look like when I got old, that I heard a
familiar click-clack click-clack sound which rapidly brought me back to
reality. The sound, I knew, was associated with high four or five inch
stiletto high-heels as they traveled on concrete sidewalks. I strained my
ears for more sounds as the click-clack noise echoed in the dimming shadows.
Finally, I heard the familiar giggle that always accompanied the shoe
related reverberations. These sounds were associated with 'Elvira', our
next door neighbor who lived in a small two or three room house that
bordered our larger yard. Her house was built on a normal-sized city lot
along with five or six other small houses somebody had built and crammed
together. They weren't big and definitely not fancy, but Elvira and the
other tenants called them home.
Elvira was the most voluptuous, sensuous and by far the most gorgeous woman
I had ever seen. She was about twenty-two years old, five feet, four to
six inches tall. Her head was crowned with a mass of shiny, thick black
curls that dangled loosely all over her and cropped her beautiful face. She
had large dark brown eyes and thick pouty lips which were always covered
with bright red lipstick. Her frame was slim and lean. Her breast though
small were tipped with one of her best assets, large taut nipples that seem
to jut out at you, forcing you to stare at them when she stood in front of
you. Her waist was slim and her hips flared nicely and rounded out to long
slim powerful looking legs which always seemed to be shod in enormously
elevated high-heeled shoes. She had a deep husky voice that exuded sex
whenever she spoke. Up to now, I have never seen any other woman, period,
that compares to the type of sensuality, eroticism or beauty that Elvira
possessed. When I entered the world of transvestitism and became a drag
queen, Elvira was the woman I wanted to be. I tried to mimic her and
patterned my clothes, my mannerisms, and my life-style after hers. She was,
however, the barrio tramp. She was also the kind of woman that could make a
hypocrite out of my religious grandmother. For instance, if we were walking
to the store and Elvira was headed our way, my grandmother would say, while
making the sign of the cross over herself, "Ave, Maria Purrisima!, Hay
biene esta puta desgraciada.". which means, Holy Mother of God! here comes
that disgraceful slut! However, as soon as we got near her, Elvira would
flash a brilliant smile flashing her sparkling white teeth, and my
grandmother would say, "Buenos dias, Criatura, Como haz estado. Te miras
muy bien." which means, Good morning, child. How have you been? You're
looking so well.
Actually, I wouldn't say Elvira looked well. Elvira was a tramp, a whore,
a slut and she dressed the part. She always said advertising pays off.
She wore high four to five inch stiletto heels. She had a hundreds of them
and was always able to coordinate her outfits in the same color. Her skirts
were always extremely short. They were also either very tight almost to the
bottom edge of her skimpy panties or flouncy so a person could see flashes
of her panties as she walked or moved, but I must emphasize, they were
always short - very short. Her blouses or tops were usually very sheer and
see-through or they were extremely low cut sometimes revealing her nipples
if she moved a little too much and lets face it Elvira was always moving.
This attire was what she wore during her "working" hours. While at home,
things weren't very different. She usually paraded around her house and
neighborhood in some old and ragged blue jean cut-offs. These too were
extremely short. The backs were cut in an arched radius so half of her ass
cheeks were always exposed. With these shorts, she wore cropped T-shirts
that were also cut a little bit too short and sometimes her tits would peek
out from under the bottom. I can remember a barefooted Elvira, running to
the store in the hot summer sun. Prancing on her toes to minimize contact
with the hot blazing asphalt. Her exposed ass-cheeks bouncing as she ran
from shade tree to shade tree, standing under each one of them for a few
seconds, searching down the street for the next area of respite. She would
stretch her neck, and her nipples would push against her sweat soaked
T-shirt creating the illusion that she was topless. Many men offered rides
and when declined, drove around that neighborhood like maniacs trying to get
second looks. Yes, Elvira's vocabulary included the word NO. She could
actually decline. I guess that's why many men came back to the neighborhood
stores to get their necessities and hopefully see her again and maybe get
another shot at being turned down.
Elvira's loud giggles brought me back to earth. I slowly and quietly crept
to the decrepit privacy fence and peered between the boards. A squatting
Elvira on her long statuesque nylon-clad legs, wearing high four or five
inch red high- heels, was the first thing that greeted my eyes. I looked at
the bright high-heeled red pumps and trailed her legs, to the knees slowly
past her thighs, even slower past the bare skin above the thigh-high nylon
hose and stopped at the flaming red lace, panty-covered ass-cheeks. She was
wearing a short - very short - red and white polka-dotted flouncy skirt with
a loose bib-type front that was tied in a knot behind her neck. Her back
was completely bare. She had her hand on a man's crotch and her other hand
was between her legs, slowly rubbing and pressing her crotch so hard that it
looked like it hurt.
The older man, an Anglo, swayed back and forth due to apparent extreme
drunkenness. I wondered what's this Gringo doing in this Chicano
neighborhood. I was about to find out. Elvira had her hand on his belt and
was in the middle of tugging at his pant's zipper when she said, "For ten
dollars, I spit. For twenty, I swallow, okay?"
"Naw, all I got ish twenty dollarsh, Hic! and I want shome more beer, okay?
Sho take ten and swallow." said the drunk swaying back and forth.
Elvira let go of his pants, stood up, put her hands on her hips and moved
back a little. She stood there defiantly on her long shapely legs. Her
panty-clad butt was clearly visible from my position and I could see the
elastic of her panty bite deep into her upper thigh. It looked painful but
apparently it never bothered her cause she always appeared to wear them that
tight. At least the ones she wore when I had been able to spy in the past
whenever the familiar high-heeled sound alerted me of her arrival.
With fire in her eyes, shouted, "Get your fucking Mama to swallow, you
sorry mother-fucker." and pushed him so hard he hit the concrete sidewalk
like a bag of cement.
Startled by her sudden shouts, I looked around to see if anybody else heard
her and had come outside. I didn't want to get caught peeking into Elvira's
yard. Though I had never seen her, my aunts were always talking about how
Elvira did all kinds of "things" on her little porch on the side of her
house. I always asked, what kind of "things", but was always ignored.
Tonight, I might find out.
Elvira's loud laughter brought me back to the fence partition. I presumed
that the drunk's clumsiness appeared comical to her because she laughed
hysterically, saying, "Viejo pendejo! No te puedes ni parar y esperas que
se te pare le verga. Baboso!!!" which means, You foolish old man. You
can't even stand up and you expect your cock to stand-up, you slobbering
idiot/fool. I could hear the man moaning in his struggles to get up. I
guess she felt sorry because she stopped laughing and said, "Poor baby.
Here, let mama pick you up." She started to tug on his arm and eventually
he was vertical again but still swaying.
"Did I fall? he asked and looking around he added, "Who pushed me?'
"Nobody pushed you, baby, you tripped. Maybe you've had too much to drink?
Tell you what. Let me suck your cock, give me the twenty dollars and I
will buy you a beer later, okay?' she cooed softly.
"Okay, shounds good to me." he responded still swaying. as he dug into his
pocket and handed over his last twenty.
Elvira dropped to her knees and started digging into his open fly, she
fumbled around the inside, pulling apart his pants and his shirttails.
Looking towards the street, Elvira muttered, "Esta cosita no me haze ni
cosquillas." Meaning: This little thing won't even tickle me. The drunk
said, "What ja say?"
"I said your cock sure is hard," she replied snickering.
Actually, she was right on all accounts. From what I could see, his little
weenie was no more than three inches long and excuse the play on words,
that's stretching it. However, it proudly stood at attention. For a drunk
in his state of inebriation, his erection was actually not an erection but a
miracle.
Since he was leaning on a porch post, I had a clear view of her as she
applied her cherry red lips to the little miniature dick. Her hand went
back to her crotch and roughly and hard, started pressing and rubbing the
area again. I heard him say, "Damn, Elvie, you got me so horny that I'm
going to come real fast."
I guess, I, too, was caught up in their excitement because as he said that,
she pulled back her head and both of us, at the same time, said, "Shit!"
When she heard my voice, she turned her head towards my direction and a
stream of white milky cum hit her on the side of the head, dripping all over
her hair. Instead of screaming in anger, she let go of a loud peal of
laughter that appear to echo throughout the neighborhood.
No more than a few second went by when I heard my grandmother
calling my name. Shit, I panicked and ran towards the house as fast as I could.
For the next couple of days I avoided the side of our house Elvira's house
was on. I didn't really know if she knew who I was since she never paid
any attention to me but if she was mad, I didn't want to be on the receiving
end of her fury.
One morning during the next week, my grandmother unexpectedly said, "
Here, take this hammer to Elvira next door and help her with the clothesline."
I took the hammer and asked, "Why me?" She answered, "because I said so,
now go, and stay out of trouble." she yelled, as I walked out the backdoor,
thinking shit, I hope Elvira forget what happened last week.
I walked towards the street and turned at the fence and walked slowly
towards Elvira's house. As I got to the door, I could hear strains of
Mexican love songs coming from the interior of the modest dwelling. I
knocked on the screen door and yelled, "Anybody home?"
"Yeah, come on in, Boof, the door's open." I heard Elvira yell from
somewhere inside. I remember thinking, she knows my name. Actually, it was
a nickname everybody called me. How I got it, I've never found out.
Opening the door, I walked in. She was in the small kitchen bent over the
sink, washing some kind of clothing. She said, "Hi, Boof, I can't believe
your gramma actually let you come over." As she said this, she wiped her
sweaty brow with the back of her hand. It was stifling hot in there. I
noticed her ass-cheeks peeking from underneath her short shorts, glistening
with perspiration in the diffused light.
"Well, here I am." I said, waving the hammer so she could see that I had
been sent over to help her with some type of clothes line chore.
"Oh, yeah, the clothesline." She said, as she noticed the waving hammer,
"It's outside. Come on, I'll show you."
As she lugged a small tub of wet clothes with her, I followed her outside,
where she instructed me to hang and pull on the clothesline wire to make it
taut while she hammered a nail into a bent position, anchoring the wire on a
post. It seemed like a simple chore but the sweltering hot autumn sun made
my hands sweaty and the wire kept slipping. Not to mention the fact that
she could never hit the nail more than twice in a row. I tugged and pulled
and hung on that stupid wire but every time we thought it was tight, it
sagged about three feet off the ground. I was drenched in sweat. I took
off my T-shirt and holding it my hand wrapped it around the wire for a
better grip. Finally, after I don't know how many attempts, we managed to
get the wire taut. Not real taut, but enough to keep the clothes off the
ground. We were both drenched in sweat.
I walked next to the house and tried to shelter myself underneath the eave
from the rays of the hot sun. She said, "Go inside and grab a Coke from
the icebox. I still have to wring out these wet clothes and hang them up."
I needed no further instructions and darted inside to the relatively cooler
comfort. I opened the icebox, grabbed a Coke, and took a long refreshing
drink. Looking around, I started to get nosy. I looked out the window and
noticed that she was at the end of the small yard by the fence, talking to a
man while all the clothes were still in the tub. I started to wander around
the house and ended up in her bedroom where I noticed a diverse assortment
of cosmetics on her dresser. It looked like the cosmetics counter of J. C.
Penney's. I had never seen such a myriad of different bottles. I picked up
some of them and inhaled the exotic smelling aromas. None of my sister's
were not allowed to wear make-up or even have perfume. Hispanic ladies
weren't allowed to wear make-up. Only after they married and only with
their husbands' full consent. Macho chicanos stuck to the old adage: "No
vistas el mono para que otro huege con el" in other words: "Don't dress up
the doll so someone else can play with it".
I wandered aimlessly around the room, picking up and examining various
articles. I noticed a half open drawer and my curiosity got the best of me.
I opened it and marveled at the sight I beheld. It was jammed packed with
all types of panties in an assorted array of colors. Trembling, I reached
in and picked one up. It was small and made of a flimsy piece of satiny
type material. I dropped it and reached in again pulling out a large
handful. I turned and spread them out on the bed behind me, picking them up
one by one, slowly examining them. I cannot explain why I was mesmerized
with these collection but I took a pair of flaming red lace ones and held
them up to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I noticed a lingering smell similar to
the aromas wafting from the bottles on the dresser. I felt this
overwhelming urge to put them on. I rubbed them over my chest and my skin
erupted in bumps making me look like a plucked chicken. Without thinking,
I pulled down my shorts and sister's cotton panties which I usually wore. I
picked up a another pair of shiny black satiny bikinis and slipped them on.
I rubbed my hands over my panty clad ass and my mind drifted back to
California to the sexual rendezvous I had experienced with my uncle and his
friends. I stood in front of a mirror on the closet door and stared at my
reflection.
As I stared, I notice a black bra hanging on the door knob. I reached
over, picked it up and slipped my arms into it, struggling with it as I
tried desperately to snap the clasps behind my back. It was an almost
impossible task. I struggled with it in front of the mirror, straining my
neck until it hurt. I plopped down on a small bench in front of the dresser
and exhausted took deep breathes while continuing my wrestling marathon with
this stubborn bra. Finally, I managed to hook a clasp and I relaxed,
slumping on the bench looking down. The bra just dangled loosely from my
chest but I spread the material out and marveled at how it felt.
That was when I noticed the shiny black patent leather pumps peeking out
from under the bed. I softly nudged them with my toe and one fell over.
Poking at it with my toe, I hooked it and it swung on my toes, swinging, it
hit the ball of my foot. I pulled back my leg and applied pressure slipping
my whole foot into the high-heeled shoe. I bent over picked the other shoe
and slipped it on.
Since I was the only boy in a family of three girls, I had played house
with them many times before. When you played house, there was usually a
father, a mother and assorted kids. Since the father always ruled the
household, my older sisters took that part and I was demoted to a kid and
that kid was usually a girl. Since they were older and bossier, I was
always dressed as a girl and had walked around in my mother heels many times
before. However, my mother shoes were clumpy and matronly with small heels
that were no comparison to these stilts I had on now.
I stood up and teetered over to the mirror. I felt powerful and tall.
Now really, who wouldn't, these shoes had at least five inch heels. I
stared at my reflection in the mirror and was amazed at what I saw.
Actually, though I did look feminine, I resembled a skinny titless young
girl. I shook my fingers through my hair trying to give it body and
fullness in an attempt to make it look like a girls' but it was still sweaty
and wet from the infernal heat.
I reached over and opened the closet door. It was a giant mess of all
kinds of articles of clothing, some dangling from one strap or two or three
articles on one hanger but most of them were in a large pile on the floor.
I picked up a glossy piece of dark emerald green clothing and held it up by
the straps. It was a sort of a slinky type sheath with two thin spaghetti
straps that wasn't more than a two feet long including the straps. I
clutched it to my chest and rubbed it on me feeling the smooth silky texture
on my body. Again, the bumps returned. It was a dress I had seen Elvira
wear before. ELVIRA!! SHIT!! I panicked. I forgot completely about her.
I moved back, slowly closed the door and was startled as I heard Elvira's
husky voice, say, "Want to try it on, Sugar?"
I noticed her reflection in the mirror as she sat on the bed behind me,
looking at me with a broad grin baring her bright white teeth. I was
standing there in her black panties, her black bra and her black high-heeled
shoes. I was so embarrassed, completely mortified, humiliated beyond
description. I was so ashamed, I thought I was going to start crying. In
fact, I did cry. I had no idea how long she had been there. I guess I was
so involved with my own actions that I never heard her come in. Tears were
welling in my eyes , as I tried to speak but nothing came out.
Immediately her smiled vanished, and I saw a look of compassion and concern
in her eyes as she got up and walked over to where I stood trembling and
sniffling like a big baby. She put her arm around my shoulder and softly
said, "Hey, don't cry. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything. I was just
kidding! Come on, don't cry. Please?"
Smiling, her perfect teeth flashing, she said, "Come on, big girls don't
cry!" and started giggling.
I tried not to laugh but it did sound funny. And I smiled as she coaxed me
towards the bench. "Here, sit down and I'll fix your face and make you look
real pretty. Wipe those tears away, your mascara might run." she laughed
huskily, as she handed me a tissue.
I took the tissue and wiped my nose. Balling it up, I wiped away the
tears, and said, "No, I think I better go. I'm sorry. Don't be mad, okay?
Please don't tell my mom or my grandmother, okay. They'll get real mad. I
can't explain this to them. They'll never understand. Please don't say
nothing." I pleaded as I started to tremble and cry again.
Trying her best to calm me down, she said in a real concerned tone, "Of
course, I won't say nothing, relax. I, believe me, understand perfectly.
There's no need to tell them. Tell you what, I can keep a secret if you can
keep a secret, okay? Is it a deal?"
"Yeah, I can keep a secret," I sniffled, "but please don't tell them,
please?" I continued.
"Hey!!" she snapped, grabbing me firmly from the shoulders, "I promise - I
won't tell a soul. Cross my heart and hope you die." she continued making
a sign of a cross on her heart with one hand.
We both started laughing when we both realized that the little ditty
actually says, "Cross my heart and hope "I" die."
We laughed hysterically for a few minutes and then I sat down on the bench.
She stood up straight and said smiling, "Ready for my secret? Now remember
you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Remember you tell anybody and
I'll tell your mamma about this," she threatened in a somber tone.
"I promise. My lips are sealed. Now you promise." I added trying to feel
more secure.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I promise," she said tossing her head from side to side
as she said the yeahs.
She moved back and grabbed her cropped T-shirt from the bottom and in one
swift motion pulled it over her head. She then stood there for a minute or
so on her long legs with just her skimpy little shorts on. I looked at her
hard little titties and couldn't keep my eyes off her strange taut nipples.
I had never seen a woman half-naked before. In fact, I had never seen a
woman's breast before. Even with a house full of women, my sisters, my
aunts and my mother were extremely modest and I was never allowed in their
rooms or for that matter, anywhere, they might have to disrobe.
Elvira turned around and facing away from me, unbuttoned her shorts and
bending over, pulled them off, down to her ankles. She stood there in some
extremely tight white panties she was wearing underneath. The elastic
seemed to bite deeply into her flesh. She hooked her thumbs on the elastic
and tugged then down, struggling with the tightness of the little white
panties. I couldn't figure out why she always wore them so tight. The ones
I wore, were loose and comfortable that I sometimes forgot I had them on.
Then I noticed how tight these black ones, I was wearing now were. These
too, belonged to her. She finally pulled them down past her thighs and they
slid to the floor. She stood up straight and took a forward step out of
them.
In my fearful haste, I had left the closet door ajar and was not able to
see her reflection of the front part of her body in the mirror. However, I
stared at her slim back and let my eyes drift down her ass to her long
statuesque legs and back to her butt. Her ass was a round heap of soft
smooth flesh. I felt a twinge on envy. I felt funny because wanted to look
like her. I wanted to be her.
In a slow twirling fashion with her arms outstretched, she slowly started
to turn around. "Ta! Da! she proclaimed proudly.
I was shocked beyond description. My mouth dropped open and my eyes
widened as I saw that Elvira had a COCK. Not a huge, throbbing monster
that could rip your ass apart but a cock nonetheless. It was small, uncut
and puny and just hung there looking completely out of place between her
long graceful feminine looking long legs. It hung their looking timid and
helpless. It appeared to be all shriveled up. I thought, Shit! my dick's
bigger than that but I didn't say a word.
"Well, no comment? she waited.......Aren't you going to say
something? she asked.
"You're a man! I gasped, "A real man!" I couldn't believe this shit. I
thought, all this time, fucking Elvira is a man. Holy shit!! but Damn!!,
she or is it he, sure looks like a woman, I continued thinking.
"That's right - live and in color. Remember this is our secret. Nobody is
ever going to know, right?" she said in a stern voice.
"Now," she continued in her usual husky tone, "Which dress do you want to
try on first. Do you like that little green one or how about something in
red or do you want a little mini skirt or maybe I should I do you face
first?" she rambled as she walked to the closet and started throwing out
all kinds on clothing.
I spent all afternoon with "Elvira" trying on alot of her trampy outfits.
I tried on her hose, garter belts, panties, her bras stuffed with tissues,
of course, her tight mini skirts, and her short sultry dresses I had seen
her wear whenever she went out and a big majority of her shoes. She applied
make-up to my face, complete with false eyelashes. She teased and combed my
hair into a slutty looking bouffant. At one point, as I looked in the
mirror, I froze and was actually scared at the reflection looking back. It
was the face of a young woman wanting desperately to go into a completely
different life that she really knew nothing about.
After that afternoon with Elvira passed, I continued my visits with her.
Learning all kinds of things and asking all kinds of questions. She was a
good teacher and took the time to explain all the answers to my questions
and I must admit, I had a lot of them.
Without my asking, one day, she volunteered an incident about her past that
scared me and remained with me forever. It involved her family. She talked
about how they discovered her homosexuality and abandoned her. Apparently,
one afternoon, she fell asleep while wearing her mother's bra and panties.
She said she put them on because she was extremely curious and they felt so
sensuous. The material against her skin plus, the idea in her head that she
was part woman by wearing these garments, excited beyond her wildest dreams.
She became so excited, she said, that she experienced a massive orgasm and
completely drained and exhausted, fell asleep. Her father's loud ranting
and raving, as he stood next to the bed, is what woke her up. Supposedly,
he beat her up and tearing the bra and panties off her body, threw her
outside - naked. She went no further and seeing the tears in her eyes plus
the pain and sorrow, visibly on her face, I asked no questions. I always
wondered what she did afterwards, running around outside, naked. What
happened? Who helped her? Did anybody care? I would shudder at the
possibilities of that happening to me. It was then that I knew why she
understood my own needs.
One question that I always wondered about, though I never asked, maybe
because I didn't really want to know, was - why she had chosen her
lifestyle. Actually, it really wasn't none of my business and I'm glad I
never asked since we became and remained friends for many years to come.
You know it's true - a little make-up does wonders for a girl!!!
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From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Young Entrepreneur
(Story D)
Always having attended a catholic school, I was never aware of all the
extras public school attendance had to offer. Now, being in the public
school system, I read all the bulletin boards which were always full of
baseball league, scout, swimming, etc. announcements. Catholics did all
that stuff but not in poor parishes like ours. I made up my mind that I was
going to play baseball. But first I needed a glove. With my aunt's
allowance a thing of the past, I figured I could make a couple of dollars
collecting empty bottles for the deposit. Only problem was the glove, I had
fallen in love with, cost over $45.00 and all the other kids in the
neighborhood had the same bottle collection idea. I could get a penny a
bottle. After scouring through all the neighborhood, in trash cans, behind
buildings and every other place I could think off, I wasted two whole days
and found ten of them. At this rate I figured, I might as well play
something else, like jacks or dolls, hell!, my sisters had plenty of those.
Through a stroke of luck, I was sent to an icehouse within four city blocks
of our house. I was told to get a big bag of ice for my father's sprained
ankle. By this time, my mother and father were back together again after
on one of their countless trial separations. When I got to the icehouse, I
noticed that they also sold beer to a pretty large clientele and leaving the
premises, I noticed hundreds of empty bottles along the building just lying
there waiting for somebody to pick them up. I returned with the ice and
watched as my father threw it in a bucket with water and stuck his foot in.
I grimaced at the idea of sticking my foot in the cold icy water. He looked
at me and yelled, "What do you want? Go somewhere and do something. I'm
not in the mood for any of you!" I walked out the backdoor without a
comment and thought - Piss on him! I'm glad he hurt his foot. Actually, I
had no idea how he did and didn't care but I laughed til I cried when I
found out later that he had tried to show off in front of Elvira by jumping
a fence to go help her with some packages and his foot didn't quite make it
over with the rest of his body.
The image of all the strewn bottles at the icehouse came back into my mind
and I thought, HEEEY! I've got an idea!! and I ran back to the icehouse.
When I got there, I walked inside and asked for the owner. Some guy said he
wasn't there but asked me what I wanted. I simply said, " Can I have all
those bottles lying outside?" Looking at me sneering, he yelled, "Are you
crazy!! They belong to us." Don't be stealing no fucking bottle, you
little beaner!"
"I wasn't going to steal them!!" I yelled back, " I just thought nobody
wanted them since they're lying out there and anybody can pick them up after
you leave."
Again he reminded me, "Don't fuck with those bottles, you little fucking
thief." He turned around muttering, "These fucking Mexicans will steal you
blind."
A older man, a gentleman, I might add, sitting at the counter drinking a
beer said, "Hey, Jack, give the kid a break. Don't be a horse's ass. He's
just trying to make a buck. Shit! What are they worth - two, three cents?
Hell, half them are broken by the time you pick them up any way. Probably
how I got that flat last time I was here. Listen, why don't you give the
kid a penny for each one he picks up for you and them you don't have to fuck
with?" and he winked his eye at me.
Jack turned around looked at him and then at me. He frowned and then said,
"Okay, kid, I'll give you a penny for each one, okay? But remember they
belong to us so don't go trying and take them someplace else for the two
pennies or I'll bust your ass, understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. Where do you want me to put them? There all over the
place." I said, beaming with visions of dollars signs bouncing around in my
mind. I was instructed to get some empty beer boxes from the back, put them
a dolly and push the dolly around as I collected them, going back for more
boxes as they filled up. By the time I had cleared the lot and all the
surrounding areas, I had filled ten and a half cases. That was 252 bottles
for a total of two dollars and fifty-two cents. I thought, Boy! I could
have sworn there was over a thousand bottles. However, that's all there
was. I continued my daily forays to the icehouse and after clearing the
first initial load which apparently Jack hadn't been doing on a daily basis,
I was making about 15 cents a day. At this rate, I was getting nowhere and
already into early spring, baseball season was starting in a couple of weeks.
One late Saturday evening, the icehouse was packed and I was in the back
field among the tall weeds, looking for bottles that guys would throw when
finished with their beer drinking while leaning on their parked cars or
trucks. I guess they figured, better out there, then in the parking lot.
Balancing and carrying about eight bottles against my chest and trying to
make my way in the dark, I headed for the dolly at the edge of the parking
lot . Right when I got to the clearing, I notice two men standing behind
some pickups taking a leak. I continued my trek when I heard one puffing,
"Yes! Yes! Like that! It feels good! OOH! Yes! Faster! Yes!" I slowed
down and as I got closer, I noticed that they were not taking a leak. One
guy was facing towards the field while the other guy with his back to me was
craning his neck trying to look over the trucks while he gave the other guy
a HAND-JOB. Apparently, he was trying to make sure no one was headed their
way.
"OOOH, Yes! It feels good," the man kept saying.
"Tell me when your ready. I want you to come all over my hand. I like the
way it feels, nice and hot." panted the other guy, as he stroked the other
guy's cock.
On his hand? He wants him to come on his hand? I thought, that's
stupid!!! Just then a bottle slipped from my clutch and hit the graveled
parking lot in a loud THUNK. I looked down and, hoping to quiet the sound,
tried to step on it.
When I looked back up, the guy that was giving the hand-job was half way to
the building at an extremely fast pace, never looking back. The other guy
was frantically trying to bend his hard-on and stick it back into his pants.
For some reason or other, he appeared comical and I giggled. He snarled,
"What the fuck's so funny? Get the fuck out of here!" Still fumbling with
his cock and pants.
"Nothing," I said smiling, "I guess he didn't finish, Huh?" Without
waiting for an answer, I added, "Need some help?"
He had already turned and had started walking away when he heard me and
slowed down and looked over his shoulder. He stopped completely, slowly
turned around and then nervously glanced behind him. He walked over to me
and said, "What do you mean, help?"
"I just figured you might want to finish. You know - cum?" I boldly said
still smiling as I remembered how funny he looked.
"And what can you do? My little friend." he said getting closer.
"Oh, I don't know, a hand-job? Maybe even a blow-job, if you want? a said
still remembering and smiling.
"A blow-job? You'll suck my cock?" he said as he massaged his groin, and
shot another nervous glance behind him.
I walked over to the pick-up and placed the bottles one by one on its steel
square bumper. I turned to him and said, "Yeah, I'll suck your cock. Why not?
I can suck cock real good."
By that time he had fumbled his cock out of his pants and reached over and
putting his hand on the back of my head, guided me towards his crotch, and
said, "Come on then, suck on it a little."
I hated to be pushed and manhandled that way and I pulled my head back
violently, stating, "DON'T! Don't push! I know where it is".
Taking his hand off my head as though he had been burned and picking up his
folded arms, he said, "Okay, Okay, no need to get upset." and thrusting his
crotch forward added, "Come on suck it good".
I knelt in front of him and as I reached for his cock, I remembered
Elvira's comment that autumn night almost six months ago, "For ten dollars,
I spit. For twenty, I swallow, okay?" I figured, Shit, if Elvira can do
it, why can't I?
However, instead of repeating it word for word, exactly as she did, I
looked up at him and blurted, "For five dollars, I'll swallow."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of money and handed
me a five dollar bill without saying a single word. I thought, Damn! He
didn't even think about it. And it wasn't five - it was ten, or was it
twenty? I was trying to sort things out and figuring a way to re-negotiate
when I saw the five dollar bill in front of eyes. I took it, stuck it in my
shorts pocket and lowered my head with an open mouth to accept his cock. It
was a small slim cock. Fully erect, maybe - four inches long, but it was
hard as nails.
I took his cock-head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slurping
and salivating all over it. Then I sank my lips all the way down the shaft
as far as I could go until I gagged. I repeated this about five or six
times until I heard him start to moan, "OOH, that feels so good. Your
mouth is so hot!"
I stopped, pulled it out of my mouth, looked up at him and said, "Am I good?"
"Yeah, Yeah, you're good. Don't stop, it feels real good," he breathed.
"Am I really good? I persisted, "Cause I'm even better when I'm getting
butt-fucked." and with that comment, took his cock in my mouth again.
No more than about three or four seconds passed when he reached down and
rapidly pulled me up by my shoulders. As I stood up, his cock sprung out of
my mouth like a rubber spring or something, trailing long stands of saliva
all over my chin.
As if somebody could hear him, he whispered, "You mean, I can fuck you.
You'll take it up your ass?"
Thinking about the arrangement I had screwed up earlier, I said, "Yeah,
I'll let you fuck me in my ass....... for ten dollars." I was actually
going to say twenty but ten came out.
He pushed his little hard-on back in his pants, arranged his clothes, dug
into his pocket and pulled out the small wad of money. Peeling off a ten
dollar bill he offered it to me. I looked at it, took it and was trying to
shove it in my pocket when he grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go." and he
half-dragged, half-pulled me towards a large dark car at the far end of the
parking lot. We got to the car where he instructed me to go around while he
fumbled with the keys. As I stood by the passenger door, I saw the bottles
I had collected sitting on the truck bumper and figured, oh, well.
He finally opened the door, got in and reached over to open my side,
motioning me to get in, he shot a last suspicious glance towards the parking
lot. He started the car and we took off in a cloud of dust scattering
gravel all over the lot.
"Where are we going?" I asked a little worried, looking around at the huge
interior and noticing how new it smelled.
"Oh, just around the corner here. To a place where we won't get bothered
or something. It's not far. Don't worry. It's right around here." he
said, driving a few of blocks. Then turning the corner, he put out his
lights as he drove into a deserted undeveloped area that was covered in high
weeds.
This area's real estate resources were intentionally left untapped to
provide for the future influx of business aimed at making the poor Hispanic
community more prosperous. However, the businesses never came. There was
no need for anybody to travel these areas since at that time there were no
businesses or housing for approximately six or eight city blocks in both
directions. As we plunged into darkness, I noticed that if anybody did come
our way we would be alerted by their oncoming headlights.
Turning off the car he looked over to me and said, "You really like to get
fucked, huh? I mean, you're not gonna cry and yell or something like that
are you?"
"No, why should I cry? I've done it before and I didn't cry." I said
looking out into the darkness not really concerned.
Upon hearing my comment, he released the seat mechanism and the huge
leather seat slipped back about five or six inches. In what appeared to be
less than ten seconds, he pulled his shirt-tails out, unbuttoned the shirt,
undid his belt, lowered his zipper and arching his butt, pulled his pants
and underwear down to his ankles and turned and looked at me waiting. In
turn, I slowly took off my shorts and panties (I was still wearing them)
completely off and pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped everything in
a small pile on the floorboard. I turned around, knelt on the seat and put
one leg over his legs facing him with the steering wheel about three or four
inches from my back. Still kneeling, I spit on my fingers and moistened my
ass-hole, driving the spittle in and out and all around. "Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm ready." he replied hoarsely putting his hand on my hips and
pushing me down on his cock.
I told him to scrunch down on the seat so I could reach behind me and guide
it in. After he moved down sufficiently, I reached behind me and felt for
his little cock. Finding it, I positioned it at my ass-hole entrance and
said, "Go slow, Okay?" and I let my body slip down on it.
His cock-head slowly entered my rectum and I inhaled deeply as the
exquisite pain radiated through me. I held my position and tried to relax
and slow down his penetration. After a few seconds, I again lowered myself.
This time - all the way down.
"OOOOH! That's tight and hot!! he whispered. and gradually started to pump
up and down.
As I moved forward, his hands went to my buttocks, opening up my
ass-cheeks to gain more access for his cock.
His head was buried on my chest and he started licking and kissing my
little nipples. My mind flashed a mental image of the big hard taut nipples
that Elvira had on her hard looking little tits and momentarily I hated the
bitch.
We swayed back and forth for a few minutes. Opening his mouth wide, he
covered a large portion of my breast area and applied suction whereupon he
tensed. He then threw back his head and emitted a long low - UUUUUUUH. I
could then feel the little cock pulse in my ass as he pumped his cum deep
inside. Frantically, I bucked back and forth trying to get all the cock I
could get in me. In a matter of seconds after he finished moaning his
flaccid dick popped out of my ass. I reached behind me and tried
desperately to put it back in but it was shriveling up at a very fast pace.
"Damn. That was good! I can't believe I came so fast. Shit! Where'd you
learn how to do all that?" he said breathing erratically.
I climbed off his legs and never answered. I reached for my clothes and
got dressed in silence. He arranged his clothes, started the car and we
drove back in absolute quiet. When we arrived at the icehouse, he drove
around the back and parked. As I rubbed my hand over the door trying to
figure how to open it, he finally said, "Are you going to be around next
week? I can pick you up and we can go to my house or something. You know,
spend all day. Whatta do think?"
I finally found the correct lever, pulled it and opened the door. I got
off and right before I closed it, I said, "All day? Sure, I'll be here but
for all day, it's gonna cost ya. If your interested, I'll be here. So, see
ya next week - on Saturday morning, right?" He just nodded in agreement.
Of course, I saw him the next Saturday morning, and as he had suggested, we
went to his house and spend all day. He seemed to have no problem parting
with fifty dollars. In fact I visited his house many times after that. At
times , it was me and him alone and at other times, it was him, a friend and
me. I enjoyed what they did with me but I enjoyed the money more, so I
continued with him and met various other men interested in the same thing.
I was under the impression that I was good at what I was doing but I
actuality, they were just perverts, looking for a young victim or maybe it
was the exceptionally low price. What a deal!
By now, I knew for sure that I was queer. I had certainly sucked enough
cocks and had just as many shoved up my ass to make that determination
official. What I was not aware of, was that I had just broken the law in
the state of Texas and probably in all the other fifty states since
unknowingly, I had practiced and joined as a full fledged member - the
world's oldest profession.
My trips to that icehouse lasted all the way to late summer. Of course, I
never picked up another bottle and succeeded in getting my glove in a couple
of weeks, plus I also managed to get a lot of other things along the way.
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Subject: A Girl's Debut 7/?? (M/m, M/M TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 19:12:06 UTC
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Meeting the Gang (Part 1) (Story E)
My little scheme of "working" only on Friday and Saturday nights, at the
corner ice-house paid off big dividends and after a very short while I had
saved quite a bit of money. Nobody knew I had it or how I got it. So I
proceeded to try to spend it. Of course, when you have extra money, it's
natural to have more desires. However, when money and desires are combined,
trouble is sure to follow and true to the old adage, "Money is the root of
all evil", trouble found me walking the street.
My strongest desire at the time was to join the scouts. Having heard from
alot of the guys in school about all the fun they had making arts and craft
and going camping and fishing, I figured that's for me. Our church parish
could not support a scout troop and a little friend of mine and I ventured
into another neighborhood barrio to check out their scout troop.
I had amassed a good sum of money but mama didn't raise no fool. I tried
to get as many things as I could for free. Depending on the situation, if I
couldn't get it free, I made real sure that I needed and wanted something
before I paid for it. Mother had passed a real strong miser gene to me.
After attending our first scout meeting, we walked home completely
disappointed because we had just found out that you not only had to pay when
you joined but you had to pay weekly dues and pay for all the arts and
crafts and the trips. Nothing was free - nothing!! I was really upset. I
thought, Shit! I'm willing to pay for something not everything. Nothing is
free! And anyway, why pay here when you can pay at a store and work it at
home. You don't pay dues at home. The scouting concept just didn't make
any sense. As we walked, we noticed a group of about eight boys about
seventeen to twenty years old, walking in the opposite direction, staring at
us. With a twinge of fear in his voice, my friend immediately said, "Don't
look at them! Just keep walking."
I had heard stories of the fights and beatings barrio gangs inflicted on
outsiders but it was always second-hand information and it sounded too
exaggerated. However, I didn't think this was the time to try to find the
truth or prove any point and I kept on walking with my head down. They
finally passed us and I thought, WHEW!! We're home safe, when I heard them
shout, "Hey, fuck-heads! Where are you going? - Ass-holes!" We kept on
walking with my friend repeating, "Don't look back!! Don't look back!!" I
wasn't looking anywhere but down and with a rapidly thumping heart, walking
foreword.
The shouting increased with all kinds of name-calling and vicious remarks
about the validity of our parents' marriage.
All of a sudden, fear overtook my friend and he took off running. I heard
the sound of stomping of feet behind me as I figured they were running too.
I turned around and they were less than five feet away from me. I froze.
They met up to me, passed me and continued on after my friend. They caught
him within fifteen or twenty yards from me, knocked him down and proceeded
to administer one of the most vicious and fear-inspiring beatings I was ever
to witness. I stood there wide-eyed and terrified as they delivered kicks
to all parts of his body and head. All I could hear was the loud
bone-crunching thuds being delivered.
After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped. All I could hear was
their heavy breathing with not a sound from my friend, lying in a bloody
heap. Instinctively, I took off running the opposite direction. I figured
they were too tired to catch me and I ran until I could run no more. I
traveled for approximately four or five city blocks ending up at a street
corner with no idea where I was. I was bend over with my hands on my knees
taking big gulps of air gazing back towards the direction I had come from
and I couldn't see anybody. Relief coursed through me and since I figured I
had gotten away, I took deep sighs of satisfaction. I stood up and looked
in all four directions trying to figure out which way to go. I chose the
street to my right and took off walking at a rather fast pace looking over
my shoulder as I did. I got half way down the block when I realized I had
chosen the wrong road. Emerging out of an alley they saw me. I was within
ten feet of them. In my desperation, I kept looking back and never looked
to the sides, walking right into them.
"There he is. " They shouted in unison. I was too tried to run and too
terrified to move so I just stood there as they encircled me.
"Hey, Puto (slang for queer punk), where are you going so fast? Got a date
or what? I hope it's not with one of the senoritas in our barrio cause we
don't take too kindly to putos coming in and stealing our women, right,
Vatos (guys)?" asked what appeared to be the leader in the usual Pachuco
(Hispanic gang member) sing-song style.
As customary, the machismo trait, common in most Hispanic males ruled.
They believe it is the Machos' bound duty and honor to protect his barrio,
his women, his whatever against anybody or anything that infiltrates their
domain for whatever reasons. Unless you live in that barrio or have family
living there, you are considered fair game to whoever catches you. I was
now fair game.
"Hey, Puto! We're asking you a question, Ese (male slang for dude)?
Whatsa matter, you forgot why you're here? You want us to kick some answers
out of your ass, Vato? or what?" kept asking the leader.
I stood there horrified with the vision of my friend laying in a bloody
crumpled heap. My legs shaking in terror. I thought, I was going to cry,
but my fear overtook me and the thought became a reality, as my eyes started
to water. I tried to talk but I couldn't. I didn't know what to say and if
I had known, it wouldn't have helped because I couldn't even open my mouth.
"HEY, MOTHER-FUCKER! TALK TO ME, YOU SORRY SON-OF A ...... Hey, Vatos,
check it out. This little putito is starting to cry. Look at the big
alligator tears running down his cheeks. Are you a sissy-boy, Ese? You
miss your mamma? You gonna pee in your pants?" giggled the leader, mockingly.
"I bet the vato is a hoto (queer), Man! A little cock-sucking queer. Look
at him, he don't want to fight. He's shaking and crying. I bet he's
shitting in his pants right now. Right Ese?" said another of the group
pushing me into another member who pushed me right back almost knocking me
down.
"Hey, come on, Vatos! Let the little dude talk. He's not running away or
anything, is he?" said a tall husky guy.
"I know he's not running, Bobby, but he's not talking either, said the
leader glaring at me.
Out of nowhere, I blubbered, "Please don't hurt me! I don't want to
fight. I'm not doing anything. I'm just want to go home."
'Hey, Vatos, did you here that. He just wants to go home. Aaaaw, he
misses his mamma. Why you don't want to fight, Ese? Aren't you a man? Men
fight - queers suck cocks and since you don't want to fight, I guess you
want to suck my dick, right? said another one of the bullies chuckling and
they all laughed.
Another crony chimed, "I bet this Vato is queer, man. Check it out. He's
already crying and we haven't even touched him. He's a queer, man. I bet
he wears his sisters panties. Look at his long faggot hair, I bet at night
he wears his sister's rollers, too. FUCKING FAGGOT!! We ought a kick his
ass anyway."
We all turned around when we heard this lady yelling as she came out of the
house we were standing in front of, "Leave that muchacho alone. Can't you
boys behave yourselves and act descent. Go on! Go home, all of you, before
I call the cops!"
I sighed a breathe of relief as I thought she had rescued me from a savage
beating. For a minute I considered running to her but I acted too slow.
The leader grabbed my hair and started dragging me towards the alley with
his counterparts right behind. We walked half-way down the alley and
stopped behind a large garage type building. One of them moved away part of
the galvanized tin wall, three ducked under and went in. The leader pushed
me towards the entrance and I fell on the ground. As I tried to get up, he
kicked my behind saying, "Get your ass in there, Puto! The husky guy
picked me up and helped me crawl in behind them and I stood up with the last
three piling in after me. I looked around. We were inside an old garage
that smelled of oil and gas and stale beer.
The leader stood in front of me and looked slowly at his buddies. A sneer
came over his face and they all started laughing. I failed to see the
humor. He stood there for awhile, put his hand on his crotch and started
massaging his groin. He put his hand on top of his pants and started
pulling down his zipper. Inserting his hand inside his pants, he pulled
out his cock. He stood there looking at me, grinning as he stroked it. It
grew from a flaccid little appendage to a semi-hard medium sized cock. He
then said, "Awright, Esa (chick), since you're not really an Ese. What's
it gonna be? You gonna fight or suck cock?"
"I say we kick his ass now and then make him suck cock anyway, Henry. Like
the last guy. We got to teach these putos a lesson, right?" said one of
the flunkies standing next to me massaging his groin area.
"Yeah, right. Kick his ass. Then what. The last guy couldn't even open
his mouth. You guys almost killed him," said the husky guy.
"Naw, Bobby, this little maricon (slang for drag-queen) is sucking my dick
or else, we kick his ass." said, Henry, clarifying the situation at hand.
It took awhile to figure out that the leader's name was Henry and that our
little discussion and resultant actions were not a new endeavor on their
part. I also figured out that the husky guy, was named Bobby, and that he
was not making any headway either to help me get out of this ugly mess.
However, it took no time whatsoever for me to figure out what I was going to
do. First and foremost, sucking a cock isn't that bad and I sucked cocks
not because I was forced but because I kind of liked it and second but most
important of all, a beating was definitely a very poor and repulsive
alternative.
In a low embarrassed voice, I whispered, "I'll suck your cock."
"WHAT? I didn't hear you, Esa. You'll have to talk louder. See when I
was a little boy, I had this problem with my ear and since then, I just
don't hear too good." beamed Henry.
Still apprehensive, I said louder with a cracking voice, "I'll suck your
cock."
"You don't get it, Esa. I bet the other guys didn't hear you. Did you
guys hear him? He didn't say anything about sucking your cocks, just mine.
What about them? You don't like them, maybe?" asked Henry.
"I'll suck their cocks too, okay," a said in a louder voice, irritated
at the humiliation he was generating.
"Awright!! Now get on you knees and be my cock-sucking queen. I can't
stand here and jack-off all day. I've got things to do and people see.
Start sucking," ordered Henry.
I got on my knees and looked at his cock. It was a medium sized cock with
a small pointed cock-head. I reached for it and grabbed it. I stroked it
two or three times and he thrust out his hips. I closed my eyes, licked my
lips and opened my mouth, took it in and started sucking. I figured if I
could make them all cum real fast maybe I could that out of there that much
faster. I started bobbing my head on it and rapidly increased the tempo
hoping this would accelerate his ejaculation. As my head bobbed up and
down on his cock, I tried to minimize its depth into my mouth, I didn't want
to gag and piss him off. He, of course, had other ideas and grabbed my hair
and started to fuck my face at a furious pace driving his cock deep into my
throat. I put my hands on his pelvis and pushed back but not enough to get
him mad. After a few seconds of his frenzied movements, he let go of my
head, put his hand on his hips and said, "Now you work it baby. Suck my
cock good." and waited for me to do the movements.
With my eyes tightly shut, I frantically started bobbing on his cock,
sucking in full earnest, not wanting to see them standing around me.
Suddenly, one of the guys yelled, "Check it out! This little queer can
suck good. I'm getting a big hard-on just watching."
Another one chimed in, "Yeah, he looks like one of my grandmother calves
when their sucking on a bottle or their mother teat. Suck on that cock!!!
Little cow!!!"
I heard someone say, "I bet he takes it up the ass just as good, too."
and I felt somebody yanking at my shorts trying to pull them off. Henry
pushed me down and got on his knees and I wound up in a hands/knees position
on the dirty greasy floor, sucking his cock.
Instead of things getting better, they appeared to be getting worse.
Underneath, my shorts I was wearing a pair of panties. Not my sister's
usual cotton variety that I always wore but a pair of flaming red-lace
bikini panties, I had gotten from Elvira because every time I would visit
her and try on her clothes, I would choose these. Elvira told me that since
I wore them more than she did, I might as well keep them.
When they pulled off my shorts, I heard the group roar in unison, laughing.
Someone yelled, "Check it out!! l was right, he is wearing his sister's
panties!!" and they all joined in another chorus of laughter. Instead of
pulling them off, someone got behind me and started rubbing my panty clad
ass, saying, "OOOH, Man, this ass feels good." Rubbing his hands all over,
he continued, "I'm gonna fuck him good."
Someone else yelled, "It's HER, Vato, not him. Your gonna fuck HER good.
Remember, she's our queen for a day." and again the chorus of laughter. By
this time my jaws are starting to ache as my head bobbed up and down on
Henry's cock. Henry just knelt there, hands on his hips and his stiff cock
in my mouth. I'm thinking, what's wrong with this guy?
Nobody bothered to remove my panties, instead, the guy behind me took the
middle of the lace panties and tore them apart, ripping a large opening
right down the middle that exposed the crack of my ass. I immediately felt
his stiff cock poking at my dry hole. He just poked and prodded, painfully
hurting me and he finally said, "Shit, this hurts."
I heard someone say, "Spit on it, Pendejo (stupid), and it will slip in
like it was greased with butter."
Suddenly, Henry pulled his dick out of my mouth and tugged at my T-shirt
pulling it off over my head. He then stood up and walking around behind me,
loudly proclaimed, "I FUCK HER FIRST! I'M GONNA POP HER CHERRY! SHE'S MY
BITCH! You all saw how much she loved to suck my cock. Now back off.
Bobby, you're next, let her suck your dick then you fuck her." and he
rattled off names in order of succession. Looking over my shoulder at what
was going on, I remained on my arms and legs,. As Henry knelt behind me
and started to zero in on me with his cock, I spit a copious amount spit on
my fingers and smeared it all over my ass-hole rapidly working it in the
right places.
Kneeling behind me, Henry spread his arms out and then pointed to my ass as
I smeared the spittle on me and said, "SEE!!" he said, grabbing my hand as
I applied spit, "I told you vatos. Look, she's even getting her ass ready
for me. She wants me bad, right, little cock-sucker? You want my cock up
your ass bad." A few seconds of silence passed and I applied more spit
without saying anything. I hadn't realized he was talking to me and I was
more concerned about them possibly attempting an agonizing dry-fuck. He
reached over and grabbed a handful of my long hair and yanked it back,
angrily saying, "I can't hear you, BITCH! I thought you wanted my cock up
your ass?
"OW! YES! I WANT YOUR COCK" I screamed from the unexpected pain in my
scalp.
"You want it where, Bitch? WHERE? and say it loud so we can all hear,"
ranted Henry bending my head back as he pulled on my hair harder.
"OW, YES! UP MY ASS! I WANT YOUR COCK UP MY ASS REAL BAD! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
I cried feeling slightly embarrassed but saying anything that would make him
release my hair.
Letting go of my hair, Henry said, "Bobby, wait a minute. Let me show you
guys how to get your queens to perform all your wants and needs, okay? Now
watch. YOU, BITCH!" (Apparently talking to me) Stick your finger up your
ass so I can see that you're ready." and waiting a few seconds, spanked me
hard on my butt, sternly saying, DO IT NOW, BITCH!!" I spit on my fingers
and worked my finger into my ass as instructed. "NOW USE TWO, BITCH!!" and
as the level of embarrassment increased, I pulled out my finger and replaced
it with two. "PUSH THEM IN AND OUT, BITCH! I DON'T THINK YOU'RE READY!'
he yelled. The little crowd was hooting and hollering.
Feeling extremely humiliated as I knelt on that dirty garage floor,
completely naked except for a pair of torn panties, I pushed my fingers up
my ass and pulled them in and out a couple of times. "AW RIGHT!! See you
guys. Works every time. Now open your ass wide with both hands, Mamma,
cause here comes Daddy." Obeying him, I reached behind me and pulled apart
my ass-cheeks. He pulled up to my ass-hole and forced the cock-head in and
stopped. Pain shocked me as his cock penetrated me and a long deep moan
escaped my throat. "That's it, Bitch. Moan like you like it. In a little
while you're gonna scream for more." he boasted, and then continued with,
"Okay, Bitch, Now fuck yourself on my cock. Work it good. Show me you want it."
I pushed back on his cock and as it widened my ass-hole, the exquisite pain
that had always made me want more cock, intensified. As I speared my ass
with his cock, a long MMMMMM escaped my throat. I opened my eyes and saw a
stiff fair sized cock about six inches long in front of my face. This must
be Bobby, I thought. I kept pushing back, driving the cock up my ass deeper
but I also reached for Bobby's cock, grabbed it and opening my mouth wide
pulled it towards me. Wanting my lips around the hard shaft, Bobby, or
whoever it was, happily obliged and pushed it deep into my throat, gagging
me. I wanted all I could get in both ends and I rocked myself back and
forth on my two bodily invaders, elevating myself to heated passionate
heights. As I pushed myself hard on the one cock, lancing my ass, I sucked
hard on the one, boring my mouth. I was in seventh heaven.
(CONTINUED in: Meeting the Gang (Part 2) (Story E)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 20:24:06 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Meeting the Gang (Part 2)
(Story E)
It didn't take too long for Henry or Bobby to unleash their hot sperm into
my willing orifices and I sucked and swallowed greedily on Bobby's pulsing
cock as Henry's stiff member throbbed in my ass. In a flash they crumpled
away from me and two other individuals took their place. I was the object
of all kinds of names and epitaphs as they each took their turns with me.
But I was uncaring as I would momentarily open my eyes to see a cock
standing straight up next to me and I would let go of the one in my mouth
and attack the new one. I reached at the waving cocks and stroked them
while I sucked on another. All this time, I kept my ass swaying high in the
air, perversely inviting any cock to enter. I was out of control. The
process was repeated until I, still kneeling, looked around and saw Bobby,
sitting on a stool. Only him and I remained. Everybody else had satisfied
their own personal wants and needs and I guess went on to better things in
the barrio. I stood up and wavered on my wobbling legs. My hands and knees
were black with oil and dirt and rivulets of sperm trickled down the back of
my legs. My ass-hole appeared to be tingling and throbbing from the
lingering pain. I have no idea how long we were in that garage but I know
for sure that I swallowed at least eight loads of cum and had my ass fucked
twelve times - I counted.
I looked over at Bobby, he bowed his head and looking down said, "Come on,
I'll walk with you awhile. You don't want to run into any other vatos do
you? And wipe your chin, it's got something on it." I touched my lower
face and feeling thick cold cum smeared all over my chin, the side of my
cheek and down my neck, I wiped it hastily with the front of my T-shirt.
We walked in silence and after a few blocks he said, "What's your name?
I'm Bobby."
"Yeah, I know. Mine's Boof." I replied.
"Boof!! What does that mean?" he asked.
"I don't know. Somebody started calling me that one time and it stuck." I
replied.
We walked further without anymore questions or words. Exhaling a big sigh,
he finally said, "Doesn't it bother you to suck a cock? I mean only women
do that. Of course, only the whores. I, mean not that you're a whore. A
whore gets paid for doing that and you......Ah, I mean... Well, you know.
Like I've heard stories about queers liking it but I really wasn't sure.
Like I've never really known one, you know, except you. You are a queer, right?
"Yeah," I said in indignation.
Continuing, he said, "Boy, taking it up the ass must really hurt, right?
I mean, I've never had anything up my ass but I can just imagine the pain.
Boy, you sure looked like you enjoyed it. Did you, really?
"Yeah, I like it and it does hurt but I don't know - it hurts.....good. I
mean, it's kind of hard to explain. All I know is that I like to have a
hard cock up my ass. What can I say? It just feels good." I said slightly
embarrassed.
Turning around and walking backwards, while facing me, he said, "Hey, tell
you what. I'll walk you almost to your barrio and make sure you get home
safe if you come back tomorrow and let me fool around with you, okay?" I
thought, to myself sarcastically, OH! How nice! But didn't say a word. I
remembered his stiff cock and considered accepting the novel proposition.
As he spoke, we approached a little corner neighborhood grocery store and I
noticed another bunch of hoodlums milling around outside drinking beer, out
of quart sized bottles and they waved at him. He waved back sort of
ignoring them and said, "See, I live right there." pointing to a small
forlorn looking little house almost across the street. "My mom's never home
and we'll have the house all to ourselves." he said stopping, "What do you
think?"
I kept walking a few steps, looking at his house until I noticed he wasn't
next to me and I stopped and turned around, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Well, you want me to walk with you or not. I live here, remember?" he
answered.
"Oh, yeah." I said. Taking time to think about a possible run-in with
another group of hoodlums tonight, versus a good fuck tomorrow, I glanced at
the group on the corner and easily concurred, "Sure, come on, walk with me."
"What about tomorrow? Can I see you about two o'clock?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll come by." I answered. He still didn't move and then after
awhile, he said sheepishly, "Got another pair of those panties, you could
wear tomorrow? I'm sorry about the ones I tore but I got carried away." I
thought, so he's the one that tore them as I nodded my head in assent.
As promised, he walked with me not only into the barrio but all the way
home. Walking with me all the way to Elvira's fence, he stood there as I
unlocked the door and went inside. When I looked out the window, he was
gone. I wondered, I hope he doesn't run into a gang. I laughed, shit, this
barrio doesn't have any gangs. And I laughed louder as I thought, if we do,
I hope they fuck him and went to bed giggling.
The following afternoon, I walked to his house at a rapid pace praying I
didn't run into any of the small gangs that roamed the neighborhoods in
search of trouble to get into. As I neared his house, I saw him from a
distance sitting on the porch steps. His wet hair was plastered back as
though he'd just bathed or showered. Waving, he got up as I approached and
said, "It's a little past two. I was getting ready to go look for you.
You okay?"
"I'm fine." I answered.
He opened the screen and we walked in. He had taken just three steps
inside the house when he turned around and asked, "What color panties are
you wearing? You are wearing some, right?
"Yeah, they're white, why? I asked a little confused.
"Good, Come in here and put this on," he said, walking into what appeared
to be a bedroom. After glancing around the room, I followed him and he was
standing by the bed holding what seemed to be a woman's full slip. The kind
modest women always wear under their clothes.
I took it and looking at it wondered, why this - it was extremely large?
He immediately urged, "Come on, take off you clothes and put it on, I
thought you might like it. Something wrong with it?
"No, it's okay." I said, thinking wild thoughts about the potential that
he might want me to wear some other feminine clothes and I thought of the
perfect source - Elvira's closet.
I stripped and pulled on the slip. After I arranged it properly, I faced
him and he frowned saying, "Shit, it's too big. I guess my mom's kind of
fat." I tried to control my reactions and not laugh but I almost lost it,
when all of a sudden, we both burst laughing. Sitting on the bed, he said,
"Come over here, baby." and I walked around to him and stood in between his
legs. Putting his arms around me, he massaged my butt through the satiny
slip material, gathering it with his fingers and bunching it up until he was
touching me panty sheathed ass. Rubbing his hands all over my ass, he stood
up and bending slightly, searched for my lips and kissed me. I froze,
backing away a little. I wasn't expecting this type of tenderness. I
expected a more of a - "Wham, bam, thank you, mam" - type thing. He opened
his mouth and stuck his tongue in. I tasted the slight tinge of toothpaste
on it. I softly sucked on his wet hot tongue and he shoved it further into
my mouth, drawing it in and out and around. As he withdrew his tongue, I
gently sucked in as much of his breathe as I could inhale. After I had
sucked in as much air as I possibly could, he moved back with a stunned look
on his face and said deeply inhaling, "OOOOH, Baby, you sure can kiss.
Damn, I'm super hot. Check out my big boner."
Looking down, I notice his khaki pants, bulging with the outline of his
cock. I reached down and massaged it through the material. I delicately
pushed on his chest and he sat down, leaning back on his elbows. I took the
top of his pants with one hand and with the other slowly lowered his zipper.
He wasn't wearing any underwear and I easily reached in and took out his
stiff hot cock. I knelt between his legs, looked up at him, lowered my
head. I opened my mouth, started to go down on him. He reached over, put
his hand on my shoulder and said, "No, stop! I don't really want that. I
want your ass instead. Come on, lie down on the bed." he continued as he
got up and helped me off my knees carefully pushing me on the bed. I lay
down with the slip bunched around my waist and he lay next to me and took it
off. We embraced and passionately kissed. I could feel his hot sweaty
hand, rubbing my upper thigh, creeping under the panty's elastic band,
headed to my ass-hole. He found it and probed forcefully into the still
sensitive orifice with his dry finger. I winced and said, "OW! That hurts."
"Shit! I'm sorry. I just got carried away." he said as he started to get
up, "Wait don't move. I'll be right back. Don't do anything. Just stay
still." he yelled running into the other room. In a spilt second, he
returned with a large bottle of some sort of body lotion and said, "Here,
turn over, we'll try this." I turned over on my stomach and he peeled my
panties completely off. He squirted some lotion on his fingers and applied
it to my sore puckered hole. It felt cold and oily, but intensely
pleasurable as he slid his finger easily in and out. Very quickly, the
passion inside me started to heat up. I slightly raised my butt to meet his
probing finger. "MMMMM. that feels good." I breathed out. He continued
his probing movements. The fire went a little higher and my heated passion
started to simmer.
"OOOOH, yes! Do it! It feels good." I panted, curving my ass up into his
finger. He continued relentlessly, not stopping his continued digital
sawing action into my ass. The fire went up another notch and my passion
started to boil. I was now thrashing up and down on the bed, thrusting my
ass up to meet his finger's downward motion. Wanting more, I shrieked,
"OOOH, YES! YES! DO IT! YES, DO IT! OOOH! IT FEELS SO GOOD! FUCK ME,
BOBBY! PLEASE, FUCK ME, NOW!" Heeding my appeals, he with drew his finger
and hopped on the bed. Opening my legs wide as he could, he positioned
himself between them and lowered himself, simultaneously entering my
ass-hole in one sudden motion. The intense pain rippled through my body
and I screamed, burying my face in the pillow trying to muffle my sounds.
He never stopped and buried his cock deep within my ass, holding it in until
he started moaning and then I felt his cock throbbing deep inside, flooding
my bowels with cum. I clenched and released my ass muscles around his
throbbing cock, milking it empty as I battered myself violently against his
body. He had been supporting his weight off me on his arms but moments
after his ejaculation, I felt his full body weight as he collapsed fully on
top of me. I lay there suffocating with all his dead weight on top of me.
I tried to move and finally tried to push him off, saying, "Get off!!
you're too heavy. I can't breathe." Without a word he rolled over and lay
next to me heavily panting.
We lay there on the bed for a while, he on his back gasping and me on my
stomach panting. The only sound that could be heard was our mixed heavy
breathing and a clock ticking loudly from the dresser. Occasionally, I
could hear a car horn sound far in the distance. I stirred and lazily
turned and looked at the clock. It was exactly two-thirty. I thought,
Shit! I've been here only thirty minutes and its over. I couldn't believe
it. I spent more time in my bathroom accomplishing the preliminaries
(enema/bath/body lotion/powder) for this encounter and after less than
thirty minutes its over. I couldn't believe it. What happened? I turned
and looked at Bobby and he just lay there softly breathing. If I didn't
know any better, I would've sworn he was snoring lightly. I looked down at
his cock and it looked small, weak and puny. It was all shriveled up,
drooped over on its side with its little head lying in a little pool of
drying cum. I thought, I wonder if he can do it again later. What if he
doesn't want to? What if I leave and he wanted to? I turned and looked at
Bobby's face again. His mouth was hanging open as he had fallen into a deep
slumber. I considered getting dressed and leaving but I didn't know what
to. I got up and looked out the window. As I peered out the window, I
noticed the same group of hoodlums from last night standing around the
little store. Instantaneously, I figured, Naw, I'll just stay here awhile
or maybe I'll wake up Bobby.
I saw my panties on the floor and wondering how they got there, picked them
up and put them on. I thought, I'm glad I wore them, Bobby seemed real
pleased. I crawled back on the bed with Bobby as he lay in the middle of
the bed and snuggled up close against him, draping my arm across his chest
and my leg over his legs. He slowly stirred and then violently pushed me
away from him knocking me completely off the bed, slamming my head on the
wall next to us.
At first, I sat there, stunned. Realizing what had just happened, I felt
overwhelmed by surprise and astonishment and finally felt deeply offended by
the vicious rejection. To my amazement, my shock and resentment turned to
seething anger in less than a couple of seconds. From zero-to-bitch in less
the six seconds. I was furious! I jumped up and stared at him. He had
turned over and was curled up in a fetal position still breathing deeply. I
raged in anger as I stomped around the room. Looking at him as I paced, I
boiled in an uncontrollable frenzied madness. OOOOOH!!!, I thought, you
miserable, sorry, son-of-a-bitch!! Just who the fuck do you think you are,
my thoughts screamed in my head. After you fuck me and kiss me, you push me
away like a piece of trash? OOOOOH! You sorry mother-fucker, I screamed in
my mind. My fists, trembling at my sides, were clenched in tight balls with
my fingernails digging into my palms.
Finally, I lost it completely and acted. Yelling, "BOBBY! WAKE UP!!" I
did something I never thought I would ever do to anyone. I slapped him hard
on his naked butt that the slap left a stinging sensation on my hand and a
bright red angry hand imprint at the sight of impact. I really didn't know
I could generate that level of anger and I didn't know how he would react,
but his reactions were the last thing on my mind. I didn't give a shit. No
one was going to treat me like that. He jumped up and out of bed in one
split-second motion, rubbing the sight of the impression and looking at me
in bewilderment with his mouth gaping.
I didn't wait for him to speak. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "WHAT
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD TREAT ME LIKE THAT.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME TO LEAVE AND I'LL GO. YOU DON"T HAVE TO PUSH ME
AWAY. I DIDN'T COME OVER HERE FOR A NAP, YOU KNOW! My voice cracked as I
yelled. I guess because of the rage, my eyes started to water and tears
streamed down my face. I angrily wiped them away and got even angrier cause
I couldn't control the flow of tears. I looked around for my shirt, pants
and shoes but my eyes were blurred from the tears. I could make out the
objects on the floor but blurry-eyed, I couldn't distinguish distance. My
anger increased as I groped at them but couldn't feel them. I dropped on
my knees and felt for them eventually grabbing everything in a bundle. I
stood up and threw it on a chair picking up the shirt, trying to put it on.
It was twisted and half inside-out. The more I struggle with it, the more
tangled it got.
Suddenly, Bobby grabbed my hands and held them tightly. I guess he thought
I would start swinging. I turned and stared at him. "Hey!! he said
calmly, "What's wrong. Don't cry! Tell me why you're mad. What happened?
I don't want you to be mad at me! What happened?"
"WHAT HAPPENED?" I yelled. "YOU........ he pressed a finger up to my
lips and said, "SSSHHH! There's no need to yell. I'm right here in front
of you." I noticed a calm deadly-sounding tone of his voice and I quieted
down. "Well, " I sniffed, continuing at a subdued level, "I.....I tried
to hug you and you just pushed me away, knocking me off the bed," and fully
aware that I was pushing my luck but still very aggravated, I pushed him as
hard as I could, and said, "Like this!" He tumbled back tripping and
falling, hitting a bedpost, bouncing off it and onto the floor, rolling
over. He appeared comical, flailing his arms trying to get support and/or
control of his balance, but it appeared that the more he tried, the clumsier
he got. Unknowingly, he had comically maximized a balancing act in his
attempt not to fall. As he hit the floor and rolled over, he came to a
sudden stop and wound up, staring at me. He lay there propped on his elbows
as though his gymnastics had been a well choreographed dance recital and he
was waiting for applause. My eyes widened and I stood there, paralyzed.
Though it seemed comical, I felt sort of sad but at the same time, I wanted
to laugh, too. My feelings were a mixture of exhilaration, hostility, and
compassion. I didn't know which emotion to let overtake me. I wondered if
he was mad or maybe hurt. I didn't think I had pushed him that hard.
Actually, I had never pushed anybody in any manner or fashion. Human
contact in any form of physical combat was something that I had never been
part of, I hated brutality and had a deadly fear of pain as the result of
fighting. I had never been in any kind of brawl.
We stared at each other, maintaining eye contact. He broke out in a smile
and at the same, both of us burst out laughing. "Damn! Boof, you don't have
to get physical," he said, struggling to get up. Feeling bad and
regretting my actions, I hurried to him and tried to help him up. I grabbed
his arm and lifted, he was heavy and he stood up huffing and puffing. "Are
you okay?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah, I'm fine" he said still laughing, "Boy, remind me never to really
piss you off. I could get hurt real bad." turning to face me, he said in a
serious tone, "Look, I'm real sorry if I pushed you. Really, I am. I'm
just not used to having anyone in bed with me. I guess I must have been
asleep cause I sure as hell don't remember, but if you say I did, I must
have, cause you were really pissed. But, I'm sorry, okay. I really am."
I shrugged and said, "Sure, I'll get over it."
"What do you mean? Are you still mad? I mean, I said I was sorry. I
didn't mean it. Hey, I'm sorry, okay?", he whined in a high pitched voice.
"ALRIGHT, ALREADY!" I said surprised at his apparent concern. "I'm not
mad or upset and YOU'RE SORRY, okay?" I said, smiling at the way the
sentence came out. He grinned broadly in agreement.
Later on as we sat on the porch, him on the steps and me on an old chair,
we talked for awhile about trivial things. He had explained earlier that
his lack of control during our sexual romp was only because of the
anticipation of waiting for me and that he would was sure he could restrain
himself next time. I thought, next time? Whoever said anything about a
next time? He had apparently already made up his mind and without even
asking had established the time and date - next week, same time, same place
by injecting the dates into our conversation. He had also manipulated into
the conversation the color of my panties and had decided on black. He
figured I could provide something feminine to wear by borrowing it from my
from my sisters since they were smaller than his mom. I agreed on the
condition that I had the prerogative to change or cancel the date if
something came up at home, I had already explained how strict my family was.
Of course I failed to provide little details of who they were strict with.
My sisters could not date until they were eighteen years old and could only
on go out Saturday having to be home by eleven o'clock. This ruled applied
to all of them even though they were in their late teens. I, on the other
hand, was alot younger but could stay out late. This double standard
applied to the majority of the Hispanic families. I believe my parents felt
I couldn't possibly get in trouble since I couldn't pregnant. What a concept!
I finally told him had I had to leave and he asked me to come inside for
one minute. "What for?" I asked and he said, "Please? just one minute."
Nodding my head, he opened the door and we walked inside. As soon as we
entered, he turned around and grabbed me, passionately kissing me and
squeezing me hard against his body. WOW! I thought, this dude full of
surprises. We stopped kissing and holding me tightly against him, he said,
"I know you have to leave and I'll see you next week but I had to kiss
before you left, okay?
Smiling and kidding, I said, "Sure but you could've kissed me outside, I
don't mind.", fully aware of his hoodlum friends milling around the corner
store.
"Hey, we can't do that outside." he said in a surprised tone.
"Why not?" I asked brazenly, "You think your friends will see you and
think you're queer of something? You know, kissing another guy? Hell, you
already fucked me, the least you can do is kiss me." and I laughed still
teasing.
His warm facial expression changed into a dark somber evil-looking mask.
He turned me around in one sudden motion and slammed me hard against the
wall with my head thumping loudly against it. I fluttered my eyes trying to
focus them as I saw bright lights flashing before them. He pressed his
forehead on mine with such intense pressure that I thought my head would
burst. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side. With my eyes
closed, I could still see the flashing lights. I could also feel his hot
heavy breathing on my ear. Whispering in a harsh deep angry tone, he
slowly said, "I'm not a queer, damn it! If I ever, ever hear you say
anything like that, I'll..... At the sound of the threat, I generated and
felt such a streak of anger and rage that surprised me but I turned and
faced him, snarling and spitting in his face, I said, "You'll what? Beat
the shit out of me? Get your buddies to kick my ass and make me suck their
cocks? Bobby, if you ever touch me in anger, you'll never see me again.
Not only will you never see me again but I'll tell all those guys outside
that you brought me over here and fucked and kissed me. Yes, Bobby, KISSED
ME! What do you suppose they'll think, Bobby." I waited for an answer
breathing heavily into his face. I felt the tightness of his grip slowly
loosen. "ANSWER ME, BOBBY," I sternly demanded, "NOW!" without waiting
for an answer, I said, "FUCK YOU, BOBBY!" and pushing him away, moved
towards the door. He tenderly grabbed my arm and said, "Wait, Boof, please!!"
"YEAH, WAIT - WAIT ON MY ASS, BOBBY! I'M HISTORY" and I shook off his
hand and flung the screen-door open. I sped out the door, jumping the porch
steps and hit the sidewalk running. I heard him faintly call one more time,
pleading to stop, but I knew he wouldn't follow - his type crowd that was
milling across the street might see him. They looked my way and waved at me
as I run out. Making sure they all saw me, I waved back.
As this point, to clarify some possible misconceptions about male Hispanic
behavior and traditional roles, allow me to identify and explain some of our
more taken for granted social ethics related to homosexuality. Hispanic
men, actually I believe it applies to most self-professed heterosexual men
regardless of racial background, try to make themselves believe that since
they are not the recipients (i.e. - passive/cock-suckers/drag queens) during
homosexual acts that they are not homosexual. They adhere to the precept
that it is okay in some instances, to indulge in homosexual activities as
long as they remain the active participant (i.e. - active, assumes male
role) and keep their homosexual desires covert. Though not above their
capacity, queer bashing, does occurs, however homosexual activity by a
supposedly heterosexual male with a willing homosexual partner, as a sexual
outlet or as a recreational pastime only, is usually accepted by his peers.
Joint or group sexual activities usually occur since at that time, the group
can urge each other on providing the approval required - Hey, if you're
doing it I guess it's alright. It is considered more acceptable by the
peers for the passive partner to appear feminine, dress feminine or to be a
full drag queen since it promotes the excuse - Hey, he really looks like a
woman.
Still inexperienced and lacking full understanding of this type of
lifestyle, I ran all the way home thinking, you must not think you're
queer, Bobby, and maybe you aren't but if I ever get horny and I come
looking for you, I know you'll be there waiting. I just know it.
Comments and/or remarks are more than welcome.
Write to me at: an361967@anon.penet.fi (Boof)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 19:14:09 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 9/?? (M/m, M/M TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 19:24:26 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Bobby's Girl (Story F)
Time passes when you're having fun. At least that's what they say. I, for
one, was having a good time. I spent countless hours at Elvira's trying on
and modeling her clothes, playing with her make-up, combing my hair and
her's and the most difficult part - walking around in her shoes. During the
week-ends, I would happily trudge off to the ice-house, all powdered up and
squeaky-clean. I made sure that I didn't leave the security of the barrio
but occasionally forgot and ventured into downtown to a park near the YMCA.
Life was good to me and I relished in what I was doing.
One or two months went by, maybe three, I really don't remember, I but
continued to "work" the icehouse at a profitable return, that is until
Elvira saw me getting off a car one late Saturday night.
I heard her husky voice yelling in a deep roar, "BOOF, YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!"
GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" She was standing at the corner of the building
next to a tall guy wearing a big cowboy. I waved and smiling ran to meet
her, saying, "Hi! Elvie, what are you doing here?" Without a warning she
grabbed my arm and dragged me behind the building with the cowboy walking
behind us smiling. "You little slut," she hissed and in one long breathe
said, "You've been sucking cocks and getting it up the ass for money haven't
you? I knew someone was taking my tricks but I never thought it was you.
When I heard it was a boy that looked like a girl I considered you but I
thought, Naw not him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any
idea what kind of trouble you can get into? I immediately started to lie
saying, "No, Elvie, I was only..... and she shook me yelling, "Don't lie,
Boof, or else our secret promise is history and I'll talk to your mom." she
said shaking me. I panicked and my lower lip started to tremble. "Tell me
the truth!" she said shaking me again. I said, "Okay! Okay! So I sucked a
guy's cock, big deal? You do it, I've seen you!" The cowboy asked, "Who's
the kid? Elvie?" She answered without looking at him, "My little brother.
Got lost! I'll see you tomorrow." As the cowboy turned and walked away, he
muttered, "Must run in the family."
Elvira half-pulled half-dragged me to her house reading me the riot act.
Telling me the horrors of prison and how after cops know you're queer, they
pick on you and haul your ass in just so you can service the inmates and
keep them happy and content, and of course, all the shame I would go
through with my family if I got caught.
When we got to her house, we went inside and she continued ranting and
wanting to all the details. She was pissed. I told her about running into
some guys in the other barrio, about how they beat my friend. She knew
about that cause I saw her at the hospital where he spent two months or so.
I told her they were going to kill me if I didn't suck their cocks. I guess
due to the condition my friend was left in, she sort of believed me.
However, I changed the facts a little and told her that Bobby had saved my
life and I felt obligated to show him some sort of appreciation though I
didn't say exactly what type and ended up saying that I gave him a hand-job
and it was so "nice", I sucked his dick later. Then I related the story
about the guys taking a "leak" and that I only gave them hand-jobs, and
blow-jobs. She bought it - hook, line, and sinker. She appeared concerned
and though apparently satisfied she remained visibly upset about what I had
done.
For weeks afterwards, we had many question and answer sessions. I don't
recall the exact content but she pieced together the clues I maneuvered into
my questions and accepted the fact that I was queer.
One day as I turned the cornered the fence coming from her house, I was
startled by a loud PSSSSST. I looked around and didn't see anything.
PSSSST it went again. I looked towards the back of the fence and I saw
Bobby standing by alley entrance. He started walking towards me and as he
approached me said, "Hey , Boof what's the scoop?" "Hi, Bobby" I said as
casually as I could.
Looking furtively around he said, "Say, Babe, why don't you go visit me. I
sure would like to see you. I haven't seen you in almost three months. I
passed by here a bunch of times but I haven't been able to catch you. I
heard your friend is okay, sorry about that."
"I'm okay," I said, getting pissed off just thinking about my friend. He
had suffered quite a bit from all types of injuries. "What do you want?
Anybody sees you here and they might jump you." I said angrily, and exactly
as I said it, four neighborhood punks turned the corner of the alley.
They never acknowledged or talked to me but I was part of this barrio and
by birth, one of their home boys, a "homie or homes" as they called each
other. Immediately Bobby straightened up, they neared us, they slowed down
and walked by real slow, eyeing Bobby suspiciously. "Hey, Boof, how's it
hanging, homie?" asked one of them, named Roger and they all stopped. I was
getting ready to say something real cool, I think, when not waiting for my
answer and looking at Bobby, Juan, a real bully, said, "Hey Ese, who are
you? I've never seen you in this barrio," I turned to look at Bobby, who
had assumed a pose of arrogance and defiance. Thrusting his chest out with
his head held high and thrown back, he said, "What the fuck's it to you,
cabron? You can't stop me from passing through." I thought, holy shit!!
What the hell is wrong with him. There's four of them and one of him.
They'll kick his ass. Before I knew it, Juan had a long shiny knife in his
hand and he said, "Maybe not mother-fucker, but I can make it hard for you
to get to the other side."
I have no idea where he got it or when he took it out but Bobby moved his
arm up slowly and a shiny six or seven inch blade appeared in his hand. I
thought, this shit-heads are crazy. Bobby will never get out alive. "Well
then come on, Ese, let's see how tough you can make it." Bobby stated
fearlessly.
Thinking fast, I blurted, "Wait a minute, Juan. This is Bobby, a friend
of my cousin, Margie. You know, Tony's little sister. They live over by
(and I placed them in the vicinity of Bobby's house) the junior high.
What's wrong with you, man? Boy, if Tony ever finds out, he's gonna be
pissed." Actually there was no way they could corroborate my story. Tony
was gone for the next four years to serve Uncle Sam and Margie had gotten
pregnant at the age of fourteen and had moved to Wisconsin or Chicago,
somewhere up north but she was definitely not around.
"Weeell, why didn't you say so sooner, Boof," said Juan sounding real
relieved. "Hey, Ese, no hard feelings?" he continued, extending his hand
to Bobby in a gesture of friendship. Bobby reached over and firmly shook
it, saying, "It's cool, Vato. You got to watch over your barrio cause if
you don't, no one will."
"That's right, Ese, be cool," and flashing a V sign of peace with his
fingers, they turned and walked away. Looking over his shoulder, Juan
added, "You oughta take Boof somewhere and teach his ass a lesson, Vato,
for not speaking up sooner. Somebody could have gotten hurt." He was
trying to insinuate that Bobby would be the victim but I think he had his
wires crossed. Bobby was getting ready to yell back a retort, when I said,
"Shut up, Bobby!" He smiled sweetly and said, "Okay".
We stood there for awhile watching them disappear around the corner when
Bobby finally said, "Well, am I gonna be able to give your ass a lesson."
Looking straight at him I said without blinking an eye, "Fuck you, Bobby.
You're a real ass-hole." His eyes widened and I continued, "Look at the
way you acted. Hell, fuck you, I could've gotten hurt or something." His
eyes got even wider and he said, "YOU! wait a minute, what about."
"SHUT UP!, I'm not through yet." I interrupted bravely. "I'm still not
over the way you treated me the last time," and unable to think of what I
really wanted, I said, "I don't know. Let me think about it."
"Okay, that's pretty fair. Think about it." Handing me a piece of paper,
he said, "This is my phone number at home and the one for work. Call me
tomorrow, okay? And let me know when you're coming over."
"I said I would think about it, Bobby, not make up my mind overnight." I
said annoyed that he had the gall to assume that I was going over. I
probably was but he was going to wait, maybe even beg for it - I thought, I
was worth it. Shit, I'd just saved his life. And anyway, my sisters always
said that a man will follow you like a little puppy if you give him a treat
and them make him sit up and beg for some more. At least for now, Bobby was
learning how to sit up.
Bobby at last accepted my offer and left for work. As I watched him
saunter down the street, I heard Elvira say, "You can come inside now, he's
too far away for you to see him anyway." I started laughing and ran into
her house. We spend hours trying to scheme up a way to get Bobby really
interested. By the time we decided what it was gonna be, I was sure that if
Bobby wasn't queer now, it wouldn't make any difference later because after
I put into effect what Elvira had planned for me, I was sure he would never
go back to a real girl's pussy.
I called him almost three weeks later but made it clear that I just
wanted to talk to him and let him know I was still thinking. I also
casually remarked how hot it was and how my panties were stuck to my ass.
He grabbed the bait and asked, "What color are they?" - "Black, of
course," I answered, remembering that he had insisted that the next time I
saw him, I would wear black panties. I played the game for about three more
weeks, constantly teasing him about all the different color panties I would
wear.
Eventually, one night, after I called him from Elvira's house, and the
panty subject came up, he said, "Come on, Boof, Please, I really do want
to see you. Please come over, okay, Baby?" BOBBY HAD LEARNED TO BEG!!!!
I waited for a good while then shyly asked, "Are you horny, Bobby? Cause
I am. I want your cock so bad I can taste it." I listened intently and all
I could hear was heavy breathing. I finally said, "Can I come over
tomorrow, I miss you." He shouted into the phone, "YES! YES! tomorrow,
what time? I said, "About six." and hung up. Elvira was standing next to
me, eavesdropping and let out a boisterous peal of laughter.
Over the time I had visited Elvira I had learned alot of things from this
little drag queen friend. She expertly taught me the art of illusion.
Simple things like applying the right amount of make-up, use too much and
you went from a demure lady to a whorish bitch and sometimes all the way to
a clown. Ideas about hairstyles like bringing your hair into you face to
make your face look smaller and feminine instead of wildly-teased and
crazy-looking, hair-spray stiff monstrosities.
The night finally arrived and I took off to Bobby's carrying a small gym
bag full of surprises. I arrived fifteen minutes early and he was sitting
on the porch steps looking in my direction. As I got there, he got up and
motioned me in and I followed him inside. Once inside, he delicately
embraced me and gave me a kiss. I pushed away and said, "Do me a favor?
Can you go somewhere for about forty-five minutes? I had practiced what I
needed to do and had it down to thirty minutes but I wanted him to wait
longer. Appearing a little bit surprised and annoyed, he said, "What for?
Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting? I said, "Trust me, it will
be worth it."
"Well, I don't know, he said uncertain, "Why forty-five minutes? What do
you have to do?" and looking down at the bag asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Look," I said, I'm not asking for money or anything like that, just
little time. Come on be nice! I promise you won't regret it, Trust me,
okay?"
"Well, okay." he said still sounding a bit apprehensive, "But you better
not leave. Do I have to go far? or can I wait across the street?"
"Yeah, that's good, wait across the street and I'll turn on the outside
light when I want you to come back, okay? I said, pushing him towards the door.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, I attacked the bag. Twenty-nine
minutes later, I was ready and peering out the window from inside the dark
house. The only light inside was reflecting from the bedroom casting a beam
of light into the darkened living-room. The rest of the room was total
blackness. I turned the light on and I saw him running towards the house.
I then turned it off and stepped past the beam of light into the shadows. I
turned as he was stepping into the house.
"Hi!!" I called out from the darkness. "Where are you?" he said and, "Why
is it so dark in here?"
From the darkened spot where I stood, I said, "Don't turn the light on,
I'm right here." and I took two steps into the light cascading from the
bedroom into the living-room. Thanks to Elvira, I was wearing some black
hose and black panties under a short tight black mini skirt with a billowy
gauzy blouse with big puffy long sleeves. The blousey affect of the top
provided an illusion for the missing breasts. I had air-blown my hair and
teased it a little to provide fullness, brushing the shorter strands into
wisps and bangs that almost covered my face. I had applied a some light
makeup over a base foundation and accented my cheek bones making them appear
to look higher by lightly darkening my upper cheeks with a darker shade of
rouge. I wore some false eyelashes and mascara giving my eyes a wider
effect. Finally, I had applied of coat or two of Elvira's bright red
lipstick. I always wanted to look like her and the lipstick was my idea. I
stood five inches taller on the tall stiletto black spikes on my feet.
Around me swirled the aroma of one of Elvira's most expensive cologne.
"Well, aren't you happy to see me, again? I asked as coquettish as I could
sound.
I could clearly see the look of surprise and astonishment on Bobby's face.
I knew I looked feminine to a certain degree but I wasn't sure to what
degree. My meter for gauging femininity had always been Elvira who was
sexier then my sisters and Juanita and Rosita, two school girls all the guys
went ga-ga over but I didn't feel confident about mirroring Elvira. I
believed that I looked like a young skinny titless girl.
Bobby finally commented saying, "OOOH, Boof! Damn you look hot! Shit,
Boof, you look good. Damn. I can't get over it. You don't look nothing
like you, I mean, like you normally look. You look...like....I mean, Shit!
You look hot, Man you look like a chick! Man, I can't believe it, WOW!
Here let me look at you. Turn around. Wow! Check it out!" he ended by
touching me here and there, running his hands over my nylon-encased thighs
and lightly brushing my panty clad ass-cheeks that would sometimes peek from
under the short tight skirt when I walked.
I reached for him and put my arms around him and pulled him towards me.
Standing on the high heels, I could easily reach to kiss him and I did. A
long passionate kiss, probing with my tongue into his mouth and sucking on
his tongue, trying to coax it into my mouth. He responded as planned and
stuck his tongue in my mouth while kneading my ass with both hands. We
kissed for a long time rubbing our bodies hard against each other. He
rubbed his hand all over me. Finally, after rubbing for so long against his
rock-hard cock, I could stand it any longer and I whispered in his ear as I
held his head gently in my hands, "Pull down my panties from the back only."
He did as instructed but went a step further by trying to insert his finger
in my ass.
I grabbed his hand and said, "No, wait! Slow down! and I placed his hands
on my bare ass-cheeks, "Just squeeze them, hard. Harder!" I ordered.
I reached down, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his rigid rock-hard
cock, stroking softly along its full length. "Want to fuck me? I whispered.
"Yes! he panted, "Yes!, come on", and he tried to move and head towards
the bedroom but I grabbed him and said, "Wait!! Damn it! Slow down!" He
got back in my arms and waited. I still softly stroked his raging hard-on.
Finally I whispered into his ear, "Okay, I'm gonna turn around and all I
want you to do it stand there, okay? Take your time, and do it slow. If
you come too fast, I'm gonna get pissed, okay? I want you to fuck me
standing up!" I turned slowly still stroking his hot poker. I knew he
wouldn't last three seconds, may be four but he wasn't going to forget this
night.
Completely turned around, I bend over slightly and still holding and
stroking his cock, I place it at the crack of my ass. I had already
liberally greased my ass-hole with Vaseline for easy penetration. I guided
the stiff cock to the orifice and slowly pushed back. He immediately placed
his hands on my hips and thrust his pelvis forward. I pulled away, saying
angrily, "Don't move, Bobby, I mean it! You screw this up and I'm out of
here."
"Okay, Okay, I won't move," he sighed deeply. I was still gripping his
cock tightly.
Again, I directed his cock towards my hole and slowly pushed my hips on it.
It slowly entered my rectum and I could feel his hands shaking on my hips as
he apparently tried to steady himself. I pushed backwards and could feel
his hot stiff cock, open my ass-hole and slide in, radiating piercing
enjoyable pain though me. I had my hand around the bottom of the shaft,
denying further access and I started clenching and tightening my ass muscles
on the part inside. A manipulation Elvira had described, guaranteed to get
results. He started to moan. I sternly said, "Don't come, Bobby! Take
your time."
"I'm not doing anything." he cried and I could feel his whole body shaking.
I let go of his cock, put both hands on my ass-cheeks, pulled them apart and
pushed myself back on his cock in one single motion. He was buried deep in
my ass as I went into action again, milking his cock with the tightening and
releasing action of my ass muscles. I started to wildly pump my hips, back
and forth on his cock as it sawed in and out of my slippery greasy ass-hole.
Wanting more, I fucked myself harder as I tried to increase the tempo. The
pain, though intense was deliciously enjoyable. Finally, I heard him
shriek, "OH, FUCK! FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK, I'M CUMMIN!!!
"No! Bobby wait!" I scolded. I had planned to pull away and not let him
cum inside me to teach him a lesson but instead I reached back behind me and
grabbed as far back as I could onto his thighs and I pulled him towards me,
bucking and thrashing against him. I tensed and since only the back of my
panties were pulled down, my cock spewed cum inside the front of them. I
trembled and swayed as the shock waves of the over-powering climax drained
me. My legs were shaking as I tottered on the high heels and Bobby draining
inside me just squeezed me and hung on tight.
Finally, I had to sit down. Still shaking and out of breathe, as if I had
just participated in a grueling race, I ached all over and I pushed away
from him. I turned and wobbled to the sofa dropping like a sack of wet
cement. Bobby stood there gasping and panting, followed my lead and dropped
in the same manner. Panting heavily, I turned to look at him. He smiled
weakly. I smiled back and said, "You go to sleep and you'll really regret it."
Bobby didn't go to sleep this time. We sat on the couch for about twenty
or thirty minutes. Without a word, I got up and went into the small
bathroom. I quickly pulled off the wet panties, wiped and cleaned myself
and put on another black pair that had the back cut out. Elvira had
purposely fixed them like that. I opened a jar of Vaseline and applied some
more to my ass-hole. I looked in the mirror and put on another coat of
lipstick, looked again and shrugged my shoulders. Feeling satisfied with
what I saw, I walked back out to the living-room.
Bobby was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread open, straightening up
when he saw me. I sat down and crossed my legs letting the short skirt ride
up, leaving little to the imagination. A real lady would have never worn
it, to begin with, but if she had, she would have modestly tugged it down
before sitting, that is if she sat down at all.
Bobby casually moved over, putting one arm around over the sofa, draping it
on my shoulder. Simultaneously, we turned our heads. looked at each and
started kissing passionately. He took my hand, placing it on his cock which
unbelievably, was semi-hard and I stroked gently, trying to coax another
hard-on. He placed his hand on my knee and started rubbing, moving slowly
towards my crotch. When he got to my upper thighs, his cock was rock-hard.
He had rubbed and massaged the bare skin above the thigh-high nylon hose for
a good while. His breathing had intensified dramatically and one finger was
stroking and awakening my sleepy little cock. I whispered in his ear,
"That feels like your jacking me off." and his hand flew off like it had
been burned. I giggled.
He continued rubbing and massaging my legs, my stomach, my chest, going as
far as opening the blouse and pinching and sucking my nipples which was
sheer delight. I continued to stroke his cock diligently which was now
rigid and very stiff, increasing the tempo and tightening my grip. Without
his true knowledge, I was jacking him off. This was planned so that even
though I would sacrifice I cock up my ass now, he would to beg me for some
ass later.
Within minutes his breathing had increased to panting. I tirelessly kept
on stroking. Then I took his hand from my nipple and directed it between
my legs, whispering, "Push your hand towards the bottom." and, I slumped
down on the sofa and opened my legs slightly. I directed his finger towards
my ass-hole, very clearly accessible through the removed back panel. He
twirled his finger around appearing confused about the location of the
entrance. When he got to the right place, I said, "There! Push your finger
in, yes there, right there." and his finger slid into the Vaseline greased
orifice. I moaned at the slight pain the intrusion generated. He panted,
"Damn! That feels good. It's nice."
And stroking harder, I moved my ass back and forth on his finger, jammed
all the way up my ass. "Deeper, Bobby. I want it deeper!" I ordered.
He pushed deeper and I stroked harder and he started moaning, "It
feels.... it feels like.....Oh man! that feels good. Oh Baby! It feels
like......Oh damn!"
"Like what, Bobby?," I gasped, stroking his cock furiously, "Like what?"
still pumping my ass on his finger.
"Oh, Man. It's so good! It feels..........like I'm finger-fucking you." he
panted and puffed, jamming in his finger in deeper and faster.
I breathed back heavily, "You are, Bobby. You are." as I stroked him
viciously, still gyrating on his finger.
"No, What I meant is....Oh, Fuck, it feels like I'm finger-fucking a girl.
Oh FUCK! I'M CUMMING" and his cum spurted all over my legs, dripping on his
and I continued to stroke fast.
Bobby came that night and so did I, seconds after he did. After cleaning
up and changing my clothes, he kissed me passionately and asked to see me
again. I said, "Maybe, it's possible. I'll call you." and walked out the
door.
As I ran home, still a bit concerned about the hoodlums even though Bobby
had assured me that I all I had to say was that I knew him, I felt smug in
knowing that Bobby was already having trouble distinguishing between a
queen's pussy and the real thing. I laughed out loud.
Comments and/or remarks are more than welcome.
Write to me at: an361967@anon.penet.fi (Boof)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 19:13:42 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 10/?? (M/m, M/M TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 20:36:30 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
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Time to Grow Up (Part 1) (Story G)
As youngsters, when passing from puberty to adolescence, we all experience
various moments in our lives when we had to make decisions that ultimately
affect our daily lives and sometimes affected us into the future. When the
point can be reached, where a wise choice is made, then we can safely assume
that we are on the road to maturity.
Time alone does not make us mature - all it does is make us old. I'm sure
many of us agree that many older adults, though well into their thirties and
forties, have no concept of what being mature is. Conversely, many of us
felt when we were young that we are old enough to make our own decisions.
People seem to equate time in years to maturity and jump into action without
weighing the aftermath. Consequently, we learned many of our experiences
as graduates from the school of hard knocks by usually succumbing to our
emotions first and considering the issues later. I'm sure many of you can
remember insisting on doing or having something just for the reason that you
felt you needed it. This type of immaturity is what brought me to this
eventful period in my life.
I was well into my ninth grade in junior high school and having the
greatest time of my life. By some sort of miracle, my parents had not
reunited after an almost two and a-half years separation. Previous years
had seen an average of at least a one to two month trial separations, as
they called them, with the inevitable reunion to follow. Now my mother was
working as a government civil servant and meeting many new people, very
interested in her, especially the men. My father, of course, was
infuriated and swore to get the marriage working again. This was naturally,
an attempt to soothe his bruised ego since now the shoe was on the other
foot and my mother not only insisted on a separation - she filed for
divorce. My father courted her and acted like an immature teen-ager trying
to win her back. They went on long trips and dated like young lovers. My
older sisters' were putting their own lives in order by opting to marry or
live with another aunt. During this, I was left unattended quite often and
left alone to my own resources for long periods of time.
It was during these times that I was able and had the opportunity to pursue
my own wants and desires. So at the tender years of thirteen years old, I
became, and practiced quite successfully into my fourteenth year the
deception of transvestitism, - a drag queen.
I had been visiting my friend Elvira for quite some time and only for the
sole purpose of trying on her clothes. I have never been able to explain my
obsession with this passion for wearing women's clothing.
With her help, assistance and experience as a practicing drag queen, I
dressed in drag and was able to capture, hold and secure the attention of a
young man for my purposes. I loved to get fucked in the ass.
This young man, a nineteen year old named Bobby who I dressed up for in the
privacy of his home, was captivated by my feminine looks while dressed in drag.
As time went by, I was more and more enthralled with the idea of going out
in public while in drag but never had the nerve. I don't mean coming of the
closet since I was scared of the outcome it would have with my family, but
rather to see what and how other men would react.
As I explained earlier, all my sexual encounters with Bobby were at his
home. His mother was always working or something and never came home until
after two A.M.. I always suspected that it was only because the bars closed
at that time.
One afternoon, after arriving and changing into my feminine attire, I was
on my back in the middle of his bed. My legs were up in the air with Bobby
between them and his hard cock firmly rooted in my ass, as he pumped it into
me in a frenzied state. Since the feminine clothes were what turned us both
on, I never took them off. I was completely clothed while getting fucked,
comparable to a prostitute that specializes in quickies. I was wearing some
black thigh-high hose, black bikini panties, under a tight short red mini
skirt with a matching little red blouse that knotted in the front. I had on
some bright red clip-on dangling earrings and a matching red beaded
necklace. On my feet, and high in the air were some red glossy high heeled
shoes. As Elvira had taught me. I had done my long hair in a pixie-ish
hairstyle and had applied a minimal amount of make-up, some false eye-lashes
and lipstick. The only thing that came close to coming off were my panties,
but they were always either pulled aside or pulled down from behind just
enough for him to gain access to my ass-hole.
After almost two years of being together and fucking me on a weekly basis,
Bobby had managed to minimize his premature ejaculations and had been
pumping his cock into me for about twenty to thirty minutes. I was
delirious with delight, as the familiar pain a hard cock produces as it
invades your ass-hole, turned into pleasure and permeated my very being.
As I turned my head from side to side, moaning with sensuality, I demanded,
"Deeper, Bobby, Deeper! Drive it into me harder! Yes! It feels so good!
Ooooh! Yes! Fuck my ass!" I thrust my hips up to meet his driving cock,
pushing against him in an effort to get as much of his cock in my ass. I
clawed at his back with desire but never really scratched him since the
bright red enamel-coated nails were only stubby little things that I
constantly bit.
Bobby was holding my legs wide open and ramming his cock into me when
without any warning, we heard the front door slam. At that very instant, as
he was holding my legs apart, Bobby froze, his cock slowly withering inside
me. We heard a feminine voice holler, "Bobby?, You home?" I had no idea
who it was but found out soon enough.
"SHIT! It's my mom! Bobby exclaimed in a scared voice, tightening his grip
on my ankles.
Bobby jumped away from me and out of the bed in one swift motion. My legs
plopped on the bed and bounced. I sat up frightened out of my mind. I
remember my only thoughts were that I was going to be discovered - a boy in
women's clothes, getting fucked in the ass. What if she called my parents?
What if she threw me outside naked? I had no time to take off my clothes
and change, what would I do? I rolled over and stood up pulling my panties
up. As I frantically pulled, the skirt bunched up inside them and I had to
tug at the tight material to pull it out. I was so nervous that whenever I
pulled the skirt, the panties came down.
"Oh! I see you have a little friend over." said the same feminine voice,
laughing.
I looked up and saw a woman, his mother I presumed, standing at the open
bedroom door, with one arm on the door jamb, glaring at me. Bobby was
jumping up and down trying to put his pants on.
This woman, his mother, was short, fat, and up in years, many of them. She
had bright, stiff-looking, platinum colored hair that contrasted sharply
against her dark skin tones. She was stuffed in a tight short black dress,
two sizes too small. Her garishly applied make-up made her look like one of
the old drag queens that frequently visited Elvira. Her eye-brows, painted
on in large arches made her eyes look as though she was in a constant state
of fright. She stared at me eerily. She was one ugly bitch!
"HI!" was the only sound that escaped my lips. I was terrified and my
heart was thumping so loud, I was sure both of them could hear it. As I
looked at her, I smoothed my skirt around me and felt comfortable that my
panties were at least half way up. She casually observed me, rolled her
eyes and turning around, walked away saying, "Come in here, Bobby . I need
to talk to you, NOW!"
I looked over at Bobby. Smiling sheepishly, he shrugged his shoulders and
followed her. I saw their departure as my chance to fix my panties. I
pulled up my skirt and arranged my panties noticing that my dick, due to my
fear, had shriveled up to almost nothing. I giggled as I tucked it back
under and pulled the tight panties up snug.
I stood there trembling and could only hear my heavy breathing, coming out
in pants as a result of the scary ordeal. I could barely hear her speaking
so I tip-toed to the door.
As I got nearer, I heard her say, "Yes, I understand Bobby, but she's just
a kid. How old is she anyway? Hell! she's so young looking and dresses
like a tramp! Which she probably is. You're not going to tell me that you
didn't have your dick up her cunt are you? Damn, Bobby! I understand
you're growing up and almost a man and have needs and wants but if she gets
pregnant, what are you going to do? Marry the little slut?"
"Mom! She won't get pregnant. Trust me. She's eighteen but just looks
young, that's all." countered Bobby.
I remember thinking, go on Bobby - Tell her I'm not a slut or tramp. Tell
her, Bobby!
Despite my thoughts, Bobby continued differently, "And anyway, Mom, she's
nobody, just a chick I know. She's not even my girlfriend. She messes
around with all the guys in the neighborhood, you know and I felt,....well,
you know, sort of,.... well, you know."
"HORNY! Horny is the word, son.", I heard a man's gruff voice interject
and continue, "Hell, Sonia, all boys get horny at his age and there's always
a little tramp in the neighborhood with a hot little ass that everybody
fucks at one time or other. Shit, give the kid a break! Pussy's always
better than beating your meat." and he let out a deep obnoxious laugh. In
fact, all three of them laughed.
I didn't. I was humiliated. Pained and hurt in the worst way. I fully
understood that I wasn't in love with Bobby or for that matter, him with me.
We were in lust. It was pure simple unadulterated lust. He was infatuated
with my hot feminine-looking body and my always accommodating ass and I was
hot for his constantly hard prick. We both served our own purposes.
However, after fucking me for almost two years, Bobby now thought I was a
nobody? What a crock of shit! I felt that a little consideration should
have been in order and was not ready for this betrayal on Bobby's part. I
had maintained a high level of discretion to assure his friends never
suspected or found out that he was not only fucking but kissing a drag
queen. The kissing part would automatically have them label him as a queer.
Yet he had denied all involvement and association with me, making me out to
be the instigator of the whole matter. A typical man.
As I stood there, totally ashamed and angry at myself for the direction
this conversation was going, I heard his mother say "Well, okay. Just be
careful. For all you know, she's fucking and screwing a bunch of other guys
and she won't have the slightest idea who stuck his cock in her and got her
pregnant and that would be just great, having to marry a little fucking slut
and have a bastard kid that isn't even yours. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes, Mom. I now what you mean." answered Bobby in a bored disinterested tone.
No, Bobby! I thought, you don't have the slightest idea what she means.
First of all, your kind of men never get anywhere in life. You're too
absorbed with your macho attitudes and your egos that you can't consider
anyone else. You could have lied just a bit and considered my feelings but
no, you had to make yourself look good.
Still pondering my fate, I thought, of course, you and I know - I can't get
pregnant, Shit-head! Hell! I'm not even a girl. Well, not a real girl -
but I had you almost convinced that I was just as good.
Anyway, as Elvira always says, nothing lasts forever and I guess this is
the end for us. Oh, well!
She also says, Pay backs are mother-fuckers! So - watch out!. Bobby! Hell
hath no fury like a queen scorned.
I got all my regular clothes that I had worn over off a chair and stuffed
them into my gym bag. I turned to the dresser and looking in the mirror,
checked my hair. Surprisingly, it was still in place. Everything appeared
to be in order. I applied some more lipstick, smacked my lips and walked
towards the door.
As I entered the small living-room, I said, "Excuse me!" and sauntered
past them, never looking at them, heading towards the front door. I pushed
on the screen door, when I heard Bobby's mom say, "Well, the least you can
say is hello or something? What?... You think your too good for us? Just
waltzing through here, moving your little ass like a tramp. Who do you
think you are - Miss High-and-Mighty, royalty or something?"
I stopped and looked back at them. The man was a bald, medium-sized guy
with a big pot belly that stretched his shirt buttons to the point of
bursting. He stood there with a big toothless grin under a large, hairy,
goofy mustache. Bobby's mother was sitting on a chair, scratching her tit.
Bobby just stood there, looking stupid.
"Fuck You!....... Fuck all of you!" was all I could answer. I pushed the
screen door open and stopped, turned my head to them and added, "And yeah,
I'm a queen, thank you." and walked out into the dark night.
As I slowly stepped off the porch and hit the sidewalk, I could hear
Bobby's mother ranting and raving about my remarks. She was one pissed-off
bitch.
I stood on the sidewalk and turning my head, saw some of Bobby's friends,
not the complete bunch of hoodlums that usually milled in that area drinking
beer but three or four of them and they saw me too.
I was hurt, upset and confused, not sure of what I wanted or what I was
going to do. I tightened my ass muscles and felt the lingering twinge of
pain left by Bobby's cock. Right there and then, I decided what I wanted.
I wanted a stiff hard cock up my ass or as many as I could find. Hmmm. I
thought, three or four is a good number.
As I walked over towards the group, I could still hear Bobby's mom
yelling. In fact, all three of them were yelling and shouting at each
other. Fuck them, I thought.
With my shoes echoing the familiar click clack sound I loved to hear on the
pavement, I headed towards the little group and smiling, said, "HI GUYS!
What's happening?"
"Hey, Chula (cutie), What's all the ruckus at Bobby's house? Did you piss
in his momma's wheaties?" said one tall, dark looking Hispanic individual,
laughing and continuing, "Shit! sounds like someone started world war three
or something over there."
"Hey, Baby! What are you doing out by yourself? You look like you're ready
to party. What's a matter Bobby couldn't handle you?" said another tall
thin guy who appeared to be in his late thirties. I glanced at their faces
and noticed that they were not the young, carefree guys that usually hang
around but rather older, more sinister looking Hispanic men. The other two
guys sat on the hood of a car and just stared at me.
I had no idea what I was getting into or what I was going to do but I was
feeling brave and wanted to get fucked. So I got courageous and said as I
stood next to them, "Naw, his momma just freaked out cause she wants his
baby to be with good girls only."
"What does she think, you're not a good girl? Shit! you look good to me.
What do you think, Joe?" said one of the men on the hood, looking at the
first speaker and jumping off. He walked over to me and put his arm around
me, pulling me towards the center of the group, saying, "Get your little
butt over here. Hell, I think your nice." He stood next to me and I could
feel his hand exploring my ass. He smelled of cheap cologne. I made no
effort to stop his groping hand.
"So what's the scoop, huh?" said the Joe, "What - you come over to Bobby's
looking all hot and sexy for a little loving and his momma throws you out?
What a bummer. Didn't that fucker say anything?"
"Naw, he just said I wasn't his girlfriend. Just one of the barrio tramps.
You know, the easy-ones." I answered still being brave.
"Well are you?" asked the fourth guy on the hood, "I mean his girlfriend.
I mean, we don't like to interfere with another dude's ruca (woman). Right
Mike?" he added looking at his counterpart who was still copping a feel of
my ass.
"Nope, not even close." I answered and mustering all the courage I could I
bring together, I added, smiling at them, "Shit! I'm not even a real girl."
For the next ten to twenty seconds, there was an eerie silence that wailed
in the darkness. I could feel and hear my heart pounding at an irregular
rate. As I stood there, smiling, the stillness increased to a screaming
crescendo.
Suddenly, I was startled as the silence was pierced when one of them said,
"What do you mean you're not a real girl?" I wasn't quite sure who spoke
since one of them jumped off the hood and surprised me.
I wasn't going to let these guys think I was a girl and possibly take a
chance that they would get real upset after finding out that I wasn't, so I
decided to tell them up front. I cannot recall when I made this decision
but I suppose, I made up my mind as I went along and now it was too late to
change it.
"You got to be fucking kidding!" laughed one of them. In my state of
anxiety due to anticipation of the unexpected, I was still not able to
determine who was speaking. He continued, "Shit! You look good, Esa! Like
you don't even belong in this barrio. You could be a fucking princess from
somewhere else! Shit, you look like you're hot to trot, baby! Ready for
anything. Eh, Roy? Frank?, you guys agree?" It was Mike speaking.
I went for broke, as I blurted out, "It's queen! not princess. I'm a
fucking queen. And I am hot and ready - for anything. Whatever you guys
want, I'll do. I'll suck your cocks and let you fuck me in the ass."
Again the eerie silence, I was scared but not to the point that I thought I
would cry. Yet involuntarily, my bottom lip started to tremble - a signal
that always alerted me of impending tears. I couldn't figure that out.
A voice broke the silence, startling me again, as I heard, "Pick up your
skirt and let me look." It was Joe, talking in a real low menacing tone.
I swallowed hard. I'm sure my gulp was audible across the street. Staring
straight at them, I grabbed the hem of the tight short skirt and not having
far to go, tugged at it and lifted it up, exposing my upper thighs and panty
covered crotch. I looked at them, glanced down at myself, noticing the
slight bulge of my dick and balls and looked back up at them, smiling.
Damn! I thought, there's that silence again. That's what's scaring me, I
bet, as I stood there, flashing them my crotch. I waited awhile and then
figured, piss on them and lowered my skirt, smoothing it out.
The silence continued for about ten or fifteen more seconds, when Roy
blurted out, "Hey, Vatos! Check it out! She's not a chick at all. Shit, I
thought it she was some little horny bitch wanting a good fuck but it's just
a little maricon that's out looking for the same thing. Well, come over
here and get some of this." he added, grabbing his crotch and moving towards me.
"Cool it, Ese! said Joe, the apparent leader, "What are you gonna do? Fuck
her face right here under the light or bend her over and butt-fuck her over
there by the alley? Remember, all the fucking cops that cruise around here
all the time. Just waiting for us to fuck up a little. Shit, we fuck this
little queen and get caught and you're talking doing some serious time,
Vato." Turning over to me he said, "He's just a fucking kid. How old are
you anyway? Shit, you look like your not even fourteen!"
"I'm eighteen," I blurted out, blatantly lying "I just look young, that's
all." as I recalled Bobby's words.
"Yeah, right," said Joe, "and I'm only nineteen. In fact, Frank and Mike
are eighteen, too and Roy's only seventeen! Shit, we're still teenagers."
and they all started laughing.
"I don't know about you guys." interrupted Roy, "but I sure wouldn't mind
having those bright red lips wrapped around my cock, anytime. Shit, I bet
this little maricon can suck a cock real good. Damn, he looks like a real
girl! Come on, guys let's do her. Hell, she's practically begging for it.
We can take her over to the benches."
Without any noticeable agreement on their part, Mike suddenly grabbed my
hand and putting his arm behind me, pulled me towards the side of the car.
Opening the rear door, he motioned me into the back seat. I figured they
had made a decision but I wasn't quite sure what it was. I was just hoping
that they were willing to fuck me and not beat me up or something. I
thought, if they were going to run me off or kick my butt for even
approaching them, they would have done it by now, and so far, I was still in
one piece. However, I wasn't taking any chances and I yanked my hand back,
and defiantly said, "Take your fucking hands off me! Don't push me!
What's going on? Where are we going?"
Joe looked me straight in the eyes and calmly said, "I thought you wanted
to suck our cocks and get fucked? What's a matter, changed your mind?... or
what? Or do you want to bend over and pull a train right here. Either way,
your mouth and ass is ours. We either fuck you here or somewhere else more
private.
What do you want?"
"Oh!..... Nothing, no problem. I was just wondering where we were going,
that's all." I answered, a little nervous since his face was scowling and
looked real serious and scary.
Joe continued to stare at me as though waiting for something else but I had
no idea what he was expecting, so I bravely added, "Well, then great!
Let's go. I really want you guys to fuck my ass.
I walked towards the open door and right before I lowered my head to get
inside, I looked over the trunk and noticed Bobby standing on the sidewalk
in front of his house, staring in my direction. I was going to wave but was
pushed in roughly. Roy jumped into the other side and Mike followed me.
Piled in front, were Frank and Joe with Joe as the driver. I sat nestled
between the two men in the back-seat.
Joe started the car and it rolled backwards. Mike reached behind his
shoulder and dug his arm behind the seat. The flat part that rests between
the seat and the rear windshield, where rear-speakers are mounted or in this
case where most young male Hispanics, glue dancing Hula girls or dogs with
bobbing heads, was missing.
Huffing and puffing, due to the contorted position he was in, he finally
withdrew his arm and pulled out two quarts of beer, dripping with ice cold
water. He passed them to Joe and Frank and dug back into the back,
retracting two more, one of which he passed to Roy and kept one for himself.
He looked at me and said, "Do you drink beer, too, or just cum?" and started
laughing.
Annoyed at his brusque comment, I grabbed the beer bottle from his hand and
took a large swig. It was cold but tasted bitter and terrible. I had never
tasted any beer or liquor. The only type of alcohol I was familiar with was
mixed in cough medicine which I hated.
"Awright, Esa, Check out the little queen here, drinking like a real pro."
he said laughing. I handed back the bottle and laid my hand on his thigh,
squeezing lightly as he took it. I turned and looked at Roy who had his
head tilted back, taking a large drink. I placed my other hand on his
thigh closer to his crotch and also squeezed lightly.
Quickly lowering the bottle, Roy drawled, "Hey mama! you can't wait for us
to get there, right? Well, get over here and start puffing." and he put his
hand on the back of my head, pushing me towards his crotch.
"DON'T!" I snapped, slapping his hand away, "I can find it all by myself.
Don't push me." I hated to be man-handled that way. I felt that I was not
in control.
I reached over and felt his bulge. It felt big and hard. I started
tugging at his belt and lowering his zipper, I reached inside. Wrapping my
fingers around his thick stiff cock, I pulled it out. It was harder, longer
and thicker and a lot more than I had ever encountered before. The men at
the ice-house that I tricked with before, were older men who I guess used me
as their last hurrah and their dicks never really got hard or stiff .
However, these men were in their prime. I slowly stroked it. It was at
least six or seven inches long and real fat. It stood out and up like those
swollen links of polish sausage after they're done cooking when barbecued.
I turned on my side and bent over, licking my lips as I lowered my head.
With my mouth wide open, I engulfed as much of his cock as I could.
As I closed my lips on his cock-head and allowed it to slip into my mouth,
I heard Roy moan sensually and say, "Ooooh, mama. Your mouth is hot."
I lowered my head as far as I could, taking as much of his cock into my
mouth as I could without gagging and held it there for a few seconds. I
felt the familiar choking sensation building up in me and a spasm shook my
body. I convulsed, shaking repeatedly but kept my lips tightly pressed
around his cock. Roy was moaning and asking, "Oooh, Baby, You're good.
You like sucking my cock?
With his cock deep in my mouth, all I could do was hum an "MMHHMM" sound,
indicating a definite - yes.
I could feel Mike behind me, rubbing his hands all over my ass. Probing
and searching under the panties' elastic for my ass-hole. I repositioned
myself and turned my butt towards him.
I raised my head half-way up and slowly started stroking Roy's cock,
pumping on it as though I was jacking him off in my mouth. I felt Mike take
my other hand and pull it behind me towards his direction. He wrapped my
fingers around his hot thick cock. I stroked that one too and noticed that
though it was apparently as thick as Roy's, it wasn't as long. His hand now
back on my ass had found his original objective and his finger was now
making circles around my ass-hole which was still greasy from the Vaseline,
I had used earlier with Bobby.
As I stroked his cock, I heard him say, "Oooh, Yes. Baby, slowly and
smooth. That's it slow." and I felt the pressure of his finger and its slow
movement as he buried it up my ass. A deep murmur escaped the back of my
throat.
I heard Frank's excited voice, say, "Damn, that little queen couldn't wait,
Vato. Look, she's already sucking on Roy and jacking off Mike. Check it
out, Joe. Mike's finger-fucking her too. Shit, I'm next!"
Roy was still moaning and asking me if I liked sucking his cock. I kept
repeating my satisfaction with my humming, MMHHMM, sound.
He asked me if I liked swallowing cum and again, I hummed my MMHHMM, sound
of assent, slurping and bobbing my head on his cock.
Suddenly, Roy arched his back slightly and gasped, "Well, swallow this,
Bitch!" and grabbing a handful of my hair, held me in place.
Simultaneously, his cock exploded in my mouth, bathing the inside with a
copious amount his hot thick slimy cum. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and
with each throb spewed another large amount of cum into my mouth. My eyes
widened as I desperately tried to swallow. I was afraid to choke and
inadvertently bite him. I remember thinking, damn, this dude sure can cum.
When is he going to stop?
CONTINUED in Time to Grow Up (Part 2) (Story G)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 20:51:10 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 11/?? (M/m, M/M TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 23:45:06 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Time to Grow Up (Continuation: Part 2) (Story G)
"What the fuck's wrong with you, Frank? Don't you ever think. Shit, with
the lights on, somebody can see us a mile away." said Joe.
I looked out the window and the surroundings seemed familiar. However, it
was a moon-less night and pitch black outside and I couldn't determine my
location.
"Where are we?" I asked still peering into the darkness, trying to
associate the familiar scenery with something I knew. I hadn't noticed how
far we had driven and I was under the impression that we had traveled pretty
far. It finally dawned on me that we were actually in my junior high school
yard next to some tall oaks trees that were surrounded by approximately
fifteen or twenty picnic benches. Any kid in school that was punished
usually ended up here, picking up discarded quart beer bottles left-over
from the somebody's previous nocturnal activities.
"Hey, I know where I am." I stated, "We're in my school yard. Wow!, I
always see it during the day but didn't recognize it in the dark. It sure
looks different at night. How come we took so long to get here?' I asked.
We were approximately two city blocks from our original departure point and
somebody walking could have arrived here sooner. The four men completely
ignored me and just sat there in the dark. Again, I asked, "Well, how come
it took so long to get here?...... Huh?"
I was completely ignored for a few minutes more. Finally Joe spoke up,
looking at me through the rear-view mirror, "Look, if you really must know,
we drove around for awhile making sure that no one saw us drive in. Now be
quiet for awhile till we know for sure that nobody saw us when dip-shit
here, opened the door, okay?"
I sat back in the seat between Mike and Roy. I grabbed Roy's beer and took
another swig. I was thirsty and the beer was beginning to taste better.
I noticed Joe fumbling with the overhead light and removing the cover, took
out the bulb. He laid them on the dashboard and opened the door. He was
smoking a cigarette, lit on the car lighter and only a slight red hue could
be seen as he cupped the cigarette in his hand.
He stepped out of the car and scanned the area. He walked to the picnic
benches around four feet from the car and climbing on top of one of them,
scanned the area slowly.
I moved up on the edge of the seat and rested my chin on my arms which I
folded on the front seat backrest. I was looking at Joe when Frank turned
around towards me and put a finger on my lips. As he slowly rubbed his
finger on my lips, he got real close to me and said, "Damn, Boof, your lips
sure look good and inviting. I sure would like to see and feel them wrapped
around the head of my cock."
Slightly opening my mouth, I poked my tongue out at his finger and licked
it. He rubbed the saliva coated finger slowly over my lips and I flicked my
tongue out at it a few more times. He stopped moving his finger and put it
right in the middle of my lips, pushing softly. I parted my lips and
allowed him to insert his finger into my mouth. I slowly started to suck on
it as I stared into his eyes. I sucked hard and rolled my tongue on it.
Acting as though I was really getting turned on, I moaned softly so that
only he could hear me. His eyes and face were contorted in a mask of lust,
craving, and depravity. I thought, this fool is one horny son-of-bitch!!
"Come on get off," said Roy, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the back
door. As he pulled me, I clamped my teeth on Frank's finger and he tried to
chase me over the front seat, yelling, "OW! LET GO! OW! IT HURTS!" Smiling,
I let go of his finger, right before he actually climbed the seat.
Joe was furious at Frank's yelling and scolded him, saying, "Damn it!
Frank, What the fuck is wrong with you? You're acting like a fucking kid.
Quit making all that ruckus. Shit, this little queen's quieter than you
are. Now keep the fucking noise down, damn it!"
"Hey Vato, the little bitch bit my finger. Look, I almost bled. Shit that
hurts." retorted Frank, first showing Joe his finger and then rubbing it. I
had bit his finger pretty hard but not enough to make the skin break. Shit,
I thought, he's a bigger sissy than I am.
I walked over to the bench and picked up Mike's beer bottle and took a
long, deep drink. There was a small amount of beer left and it was getting
warm. It didn't taste good at all, so I spit most of it out. "PHEW! That
shit tastes bad, it's hot." I grimaced.
Joe walked over and took my hand and led me to a bench a little further
away from everybody. When we got to the bench, he leaned on it and looking
around said, "Well, Babe, what do you want to do? Want to suck my cock or
want me to fuck you?"
"Boof! Damn it! Call me Boof, not babe, bitch, queen, maricon or anything
else, okay? It's Boof. My name's Boof. Got that? And tell your buddies
the same thing, okay? I don't like those names." I said trying not to sound
too upset. The matter of the fact was that I was upset. I hated to be
called those type of names in any form or fashion. Even though I was a
queen, a bitch, or a maricon, I considered those names as a type of teasing
which I could not tolerate.
"Okay, Okay. No need to get upset. Boof it is. Whatever you want." said
Joe, sounding genuinely sincere.
Getting that off my chest, I looked around, noticing the blackness, and
slowly turned around, leaning back against him. I took his arms and
wrapped them around me, talking his hand in mine, I put it up to my mouth.
I slowly started to rub my ass against his crotch and arching my back pushed
back against him. I relaxed my body but kept slight constant pressure on
his crotch. I could feel his cock bulging against my ass. I took his hand
that was close to my mouth and inserted his middle finger into my mouth,
softly sucking on it and creating suction as though I was sucking on a
little cock.
I stopped, let go of his hands and pulled up the back of my skirt. I
pressed my panty covered ass against him and murmured, "I can suck your
cock or you can fuck me or both if you want to, but I'd rather get fucked.
Either way, I'll do whatever you want, Okay?
"Suck my cock a little and look at me while you do it. I want to see what
your face looks with a cock in your mouth." he answered, sitting down on
the bench table. Guiding me around to sit on the bench seat, he spread his
legs around me as I sat down. I looked over at his friends and they were
just drinking beer, leaning against the car. He pulled down his zipper,
stuck his hand in his pants and pulled out his cock. It was just a little
bit bigger than Roy's. Without realizing it, I was licking my lips,
thinking, Ooooh, Nice! He held it by the bottom of the shaft and stroked it
slowly. I reached for it but he said, "Don't! Just get close, open your
mouth and look at me."
I got close to his cock, opened my mouth and looked up at him. He directed
his cock towards my mouth and inside. I closed my lips around it, gently
sucking on the cock-head, looking at his face. I was rubbing my crotch. I
felt horny as hell, but he grabbed my hair and slowly but surely kept
sliding his cock into my mouth without stopping. It felt a whole lot bigger
than it looked and my mouth seemed to stretch at the girth. I had my mouth
wide open and didn't think I could open wider. His cock was nearing the
back of my throat, pushing my tongue down. I started to gag.
Involuntarily, I closed my eyes and gagged, a spasm shaking my body. I
pushed on him trying to back away.
He tightened his fingers around my hair and calmly said, "Open your eyes,
Boof, and look at me." squeezing his fingers and pulling me towards his
crotch.
I tried opening my eyes but the reflex action, as a result of wanting to
retch, forced them to close. He then shook my head slightly as if trying to
wake me up, and again in that same calm voice, said, "Open your eyes and
look at me!" I opened my eyes and could only see a blurry image of his face
and upper torso. I was shaking from the spasms as I repeatedly gagged.
"See? Now see how pretty you look with you mouth full of cock. Shit, I've
got it all the way down your throat, Bitch. Damn, Boof, you make a pretty
girl!"
By this time I was gagging, choking and sputtering saliva all over his
cock. I was pushing him away but he held me tight. I could feel his pubic
hairs on my nose.
"Okay, now that's enough." he said calmly pulling my head back slowly.
Through my nose, I inhaled large amounts of air as he withdrew his cock
slowly out of my mouth. He stopped when I had only his cock-head inside.
Letting go of my hair with one hand, he put it under my chin and pulled up
my head in an apparent attempt to get a better look at my face. I could
feel my tears streaming down my cheeks and saliva drooling from my chin, as
I puffed around his cock.
Looking down at me, he wiped my tears and chin, saying, "Damn, Boof, you're
one nasty little bitch but I like you. Now get ready for me to split your
ass wide open"
He pulled out his cock and crossed his leg over me. I sat there sputtering
and clearing my throat. I felt his arm around my waist and was lifted
completely off the seat. He carried me over to the table and draped me on
it on my stomach, picking up my skirt and tugging and pulling down my
panties. I tried to straighten up but he grabbed a hand full of hair on the
back of my head and held his arm straight out. I grabbed his hand with both
hands and tried to stifle an, "OUCH! OW!
He pushed my legs open with his body and got between them. I heard him
spit and then felt his wet fingers on my ass-hole, moistening the tight
orifice with an in-and-out motion. He repeated it about two more times
ending up with what felt like two fingers up my ass, sawing in and out.
Instead of fear or concern on my part, I was eagerly awaiting the
inevitable penetration. I opened my legs wider, let go of his hand and
reaching behind me grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, thinking,
Yes! Fuck me, now!
I felt his cock-head at the my ass-hole entrance. He leaned forward and I
felt the pressure of his cock, increasing as it sank into my rectum. The
pain was intense. I squeezed my eyes and grimaced, trying to keep from
making any noise. He relentlessly pushed and applied pressure never
yielding his forward drive. The thick hard cock caused pain to burn and
ravage my ass-hole still sore and tender from the fucking Bobby had given me
earlier.
As the pain kept increasing, a moan escaped my lips as I thought, damn it
hurts so much when am I going to get used to it. Suddenly, something inside
seem to open up and he buried his cock deep within me. I could feel his
thighs on my sweaty butt. He held his position, never moving, just
breathing heavy.
I tried to clench my ass muscles but could barely move them due to the
thickness of his cock.
He released my hair and pushed down his pants and underwear completely. He
put his hands on my hips and started to pump my ass.
The pain was immense and incredible but I loved it and curved my ass up to
meet his thrusts, thinking, MMMMM, it feels so good, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me
hard. His pumping action was slow and deliberate with no signs of
increasing. It felt good - real good. I loved it. All I could do was moan
softly.
I let go of my ass-cheeks and tried to steady myself by supporting my
weight on my hands. As I pushed up on my hands, he slid one arm across the
front of my chest and pulled me up. The second arm went around my waist.
He lifted me completely off the table with my feet dangling off the ground.
Holding me tightly against him, he arched backwards and drove his cock
deeper into my ass, ferociously pumping my ass. I was impaled on his cock,
swinging back and forth like a rag doll. I tried to hold on to his arms but
his bucking movements were violent and sadistic. I savagely bounced up and
down, forward and backward on his cock. My shoes fell off my feet. I was
getting fucked like I never been fucked before. He literally fucked my
shoes off.
In what seemed like the longest, he suddenly froze and squeezed me tight,
forcing the air out of me. I could feel his cock, throbbing deep in my ass,
as he spurted his cum inside me. Gradually, I felt his grip on me relax and
he bent over slowly setting me on the ground. As my weight was fully placed
on my legs, I realized that they were shaking and trembling uncontrollably.
I was completely drained and could hardly stand up. I wobbled over to the
bench and plopped down. He was leaning against the table, breathing deeply
and very heavy.
I felt like I had experienced a violent orgasm but when I touched my
crotch, I was surprised to feel my dick all shriveled up and only felt a
minimal amount of what appeared to be pre-cum moisture on the front of my
panties and on my hose. I was positive that I had cum too or at least, I
felt that way.
I stood up and pulled up my panties. My ass was all wet and slimy from
Joe's cum. I pulled down my skirt and started to look for my shoes. I was
still shaking slightly. One shoe was near the bench but the other one was
about six feet away. As I was putting them on, I noticed Joe heading
towards the car. I followed him.
Frank saw us coming and headed our way. He met me halfway and grabbing my
hand said, "Come on, Boof! I'm next".
"No wait, I'm tired and I need a rest and a sip of cold beer." I said,
yanking away from him. I scurried up to Joe and grabbed his hand.
As we got to the car, Frank changed his tone and said, "Come on Bitch! I've
waited long enough. Let's go. I'm bursting and want to fuck you real bad."
I was shocked when Roy spoke out and said, "Come on Frank, give her a
break. Let her take a little rest and a sip of beer and then she'll take
care of you, right babe?" said Roy. Joe said nothing.
"Okay, but only a few minutes." retorted Frank, sounding like a little kid
that had to take a nap or something.
I took the beer bottle, Mike offered me and as I took a drink, I heard Joe
tell Roy as he opened the trunk of the car, "Man, this little bitch is one
hot, nasty, super fuck! We ought to keep her around for when we're horny.
Shit, I could probably fuck her again later. Did you see how I was fucking
her? Man, she never made a noise and she fucked me right back. I didn't
know who was fucking who. Damn, I'm tired!"
I stood there trying to decide if this was a compliment or a put-down. But
I figured, well, I wanted to get fucked in the worst way, so I really
shouldn't complain. Looking at Frank, I said, "Come on, your next."
We walked over to a bench and I told him to seat down on the seat. As he
sat down, I said, 'What do you want, my mouth or my ass?"
"I already told you. I want to fuck you, okay? Come on let's do it." he
sort of whimpered.
"Okay, lower your pants down to your ankles and sit down again." I instructed.
He did as I told him and sat down with a smaller cock about the size of
Mike's, standing straight up in the air. I pulled up my skirt and reaching
behind me pulled aside the back of my panties, exposing my ass-hole. My
panties were all wet with Joe's sperm. Facing him, I straddled his legs and
sat down on his cock. I was surprised at the ease and lack of pain in which
it slipped inside me.
After it was completely buried up my ass, I placed my hands on his shoulders
and started to rock back and forth. In less then one minute, he started
gasping, "Damn,..... I'm gonna cum!"
I stopped and said, "No, Frank, wait! Don't! Slow down! Don't move! Let
it pass. Just relax!"
He grabbed my waist and started rocking and moving me back and forth on his
cock. I just held on to his shoulders and went along for the ride.
Later on that night, I repeated the same procedure with Roy and Mike,
culminating the night with Frank fucking me from behind as I knelt on the
bench seat. Joe didn't fuck me again that night but he did several other
times on later nights in the darkness of that school yard.
I met several other of their friends and also allowed them to use me
sexually. Hell, I enjoyed it immensely. I loved a cock up my ass.
Bobby? Well, I never saw Bobby again. Actually, I did see him but I was
never intimate with him. He became a nuisance and continually pestered me.
That is until one night, I asked Joe to tell him something because he
wouldn't leave me alone. After that night, I never saw Bobby again.
As required by law and my parents, I continued going to school, but every
Friday or Saturday night, dressed as a girl, I would walk out Elvira's
backdoor and get into Joe's car, ready for a night of excitement.
It wasn't until the last day of my junior high school year that my
escapades caught up with me.
I was the towel boy, a little job I volunteered for so I wouldn't have to
pay for towels during P.E. All I had to do was wait until everybody was
through showering and pick up all the towels and throw them in a large
basket. For this, I got a clean towel everyday without paying for it. Very
simple, very easy!
It was the last day of school and everybody had showered, except a small
group of about eight boys that were the coaches' pride and joy. They
represented the junior varsity football team and had performed exceptionally
well during the past year, moving on to greater glory in high school. The
coach beamed with pride at their potential and the fact that he had a hand
at training them.
I decided I couldn't wait. It was Friday and I already had a date planned
with Joe and his friends and just the thought of it made me horny.
I stripped naked and was walking into the shower area when the group of
boys came in running and yelling. Shit, I thought, should I wait or get out
of here. I thought about my date and figured, fuck the towels, it's the
last day of school and I've got something more important to look forward to.
So I proceeded with my stroll into the showers.
I was lathering up my body when I was startled by the movement of a person
real close to me. With the shower running, and the water splattering on the
floor, I had not heard the bare-footed person walk right up to me. I turned
and faced a guy named George, a real ass-hole, a rowdy that bullied his way
all through junior high since the seventh grade. He stood there, towering
over me, grinning at me, wringing his hands on a bar of soap, working up a
soapy lather.
Still grinning, he said, "Hi, Girlfriend! How's tricks? Want to meet my
friend? and looking down, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it with
his soapy hand.
My greatest mistake at that point in time was that I also looked down and
was amazed at the size of his cock. For a ninth grader, who I estimated to
be fifteen or maybe sixteen years old, he had a rather large cock.
Actually, I had already seen all the guys' cocks in the showers but had
never seen any of them in this state of excitement. I absent-mindedly
licked my lips.
The shock ripped through me when I realized what I had done. So I frowned
and said, "What do you want George? I'm in a hurry."
Still grinning he said, "You know what I want. Shit, Bobby was getting it
all year until you started giving it to those old farts at the store. Come
on, don't act surprised. You know you like cock. You're a queer, a fucking
drag queen! Everybody knows it. Come on give me some of that hot ass."
Bobby! That fucking ass-hole, I thought. I felt the heat of embarrassment
rise through me and sort of radiate from my face. I heard another voice
yell, "Come on George! Leave him alone. He's not bothering anyone." I
turned and saw a group of boys watching from the shower entrance."
I jumped, startled, as I felt George's soapy hand on my ass. I slapped his
hand away and looking at him, started to panic, as I said in a cracking
voice, "Stop it, George! or I'll tell the coach."
Still grinning, he stared back at me and calmly said, "Go ahead, tell him.
I don't care. I'll tell him about your little mini skirts and panties and
about the nights you spend bend over the benches while different guys stuff
your ass full of cock and how you suck cock and swallow cum. Go on, run and
tell him. I don't give a shit. He'll just have to call your mom and dad or
somebody to see if you have any panties at home. Go ahead - Do it!"
I was in a quandary. Terrified beyond comprehension. My lower lip started
to tremble. I thought, Oh Fuck! don't start crying.
He put his hand back on my ass and started to rub in big circles, stopping
at the crack of my ass, probing with his middle finger. I closed my eyes.
I didn't know what to do. I considered running out of there but where.
What if they did tell the coach? What if everybody really knew and I was
acting so naive in thinking that I was been so discreet? What if my parents
found out? What do I do? - the question screamed in my head?
His soapy finger entered my ass-hole and, at that precise moment and, I
don't know why, an "MMMMM" slipped from my throat.
"You like that bitch, don't you? You like guys feeling your ass and finger
fucking you, don't you? You're a real fucking bitch, aren't you?" he
whispered roughly, as he stuck his finger in and out of my ass.
He was so near, I could feel his hot breath on my ear and his stiff hard
cock pressing against my hip. I stood there with my eyes closed, frozen,
hoping he would go away and leave me alone.
He got behind me and withdrew his finger. I felt his hard cock-head on my
ass-cheeks, his soapy hands on my hips and he started pushing forward and
pulling me back.
Whispering in my ear, he rasped, "Come on, be my bitch! Be a good girl,
bend over and take it up the ass. You know you like it. You know you want
it. You want it so bad, you were licking your lips, right? You want me to
fuck you, don't you? Come on, reach behind you and feel my big cock."
He took my hand and like a zombie or something I let him take it and place
it behind me, wrapping my fingers around his cock. The cock felt massive
and stiff.
I couldn't believe this was happening, but most of all, I couldn't believe,
I was allowing it to happen. I didn't really fight back or object. Did I
really want him to fuck me? Was my mindset so screwed up that I couldn't or
wouldn't protest? Do something! - my mind yelled, but what? - it also
answered. I just stood there allowing it to happen.
As I held his cock, I was also guiding it towards my soapy ass hole. He
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back, thrusting his hips forward.
His lathered cock slipped into my ass-hole in one slow deliberate movement.
I inhaled a large gulp of air and gasped as the sharp pain, dispersed from
the orifice.
I became unsteady and placed my hand on the shower wall for support. I
could feel his muscular thighs, pressed tightly against my ass, his cock
deep inside me, as his hot arms wrapped around me held me tight in this
position. I felt so embarrassed because it really felt so good.
Slowly, he started to gyrate his hips against me, pumping his cock in and
out. I arched my back and thrust out my ass. I moaned sounds of my
pleasure, whispering, "Oooh, Oh, Oh, Yes, Yes, Faster, Yes, Fuck me, Oooh,
Oh."
I was furiously pumping my ass back to meet his forward thrusts, when he
yelled, "See, guys, I told you he was a queer. Check it out, the bitch
loves it."
He moved me from the wall and pushed me down on my knees, bending me down
until I was on my hands and knees, never taking his cock out of my ass.
After I closed my eyes the last time, I never opened them up and I rather
felt than saw a cock brush my lips. I opened my eyes and saw four stiff
cocks being stroked in front of me with one no more than an inch away from
my mouth. I looked over my shoulder and saw three more guys, standing
behind me, stroking their cocks, too.
I turned my head and opened my mouth and somebody inserted his cock in it.
I immediately clamped my lips on it and started to suck and bob my head up
and down. I sensed George's cock throb in my ass and felt him pull out his
limp dick and felt the first guy standing behind me replace George. Just as
he entered my ass, the first cock in my mouth spewed forth its cum, flooding
my mouth. I tried to swallow but with my head tilted back I had some
difficulty.
Immediately, a second cock was placed at my lips and I accepted it,
opening my mouth which was still full of cum. It erupted in a matter of
seconds before I had a chance to swallow the first load.
A second guy had already replaced the first guy and was furiously pumping
my ass with his stiff cock, his fingers clamped and digging into my waist
forcefully. I swallowed as much cum as I could and opened my mouth again.
A third cock was inserted. All I did was clamp my lips on it and in a few
seconds, it throbbed and spent itself too. The forth cock never fully made
it inside my mouth but shot its load half on my face and half on my tongue.
The third guy behind me was already inside me pumping his cock into my ass
brutally.
The incident was over in what appeared to be fifteen to twenty minutes,
maybe less. I found myself on my knees, looking around at a deserted shower
room. I stood up and got under a shower, rinsing the slimy cum off my face
and ass. Listening for the boys chatter from the other side of the wall, I
was greeted only with silence. I walked around and peered inside. They
were gone. I ran to my locker, dressed without drying and ran out the
door. My hair dripping wet.
I ran towards my house, only slowing down when I realized what I had
allowed to happen. I was extremely disappointed with myself, realizing that I
had no self-control over my emotions or desires.
I wondered if my parents would find out. What would I do? What would I
say? How would they react? Would they be disappointed? Had I let them
down? Would they be hurt? I was terrified at the potential outcomes.
After considerable thought, I figured there was nothing to do until
confronted by my parents. I decided that it wasn't necessary to put myself
through this ordeal at this point in time. Worrying about something that
hadn't happened, would not change anything, it would just make me miserable.
If they found out, I would deal with it then.
I made up my mind that I would never, from this day on, indulge myself in
my desires without fully understanding and weighing the consequences of my
actions. I swore to give up my drag queen ways and never dress up again. I
was determined to change my queer ways and become a straight person. I had
to get away from here. I figured, being a queen isn't worth all this shit.
I planned to keep a pretty low profile during the summer months and managed
to talk my way into a long three month trip to the Texas Rio Grande valley
where my paternal grandmother had a small ranch. I changed my ways and
blocked everything out of my mind that summer.
The following school year, I entered high school with a new attitude and
different outlook of life. The high school I chose was on the other side of
town and I felt comfortably secure that no one knew me. As far as I was
concerned, I was no longer a teen-aged drag queen or a queer.
I did pretty good for the first two years, until, excuse the expression, I
blew it, the summer before the start of my senior year. I was back in the
saddle with a new boyfriend and this girl had nothing to wear.
Comments and remarks are welcome.
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From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 19:16:51 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 12/?? (M/M, TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 21:55:01 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Merc, this is the first story I sent you. However, this one has an ending
and has been updated and is of course more complete. Why don't you get rid
of the first one and read this one, OKay?
Boof
A Day at the Beach (Part 1)
(Story H)
Traditionally, Hispanic males have a low tolerance for sissies and
sometimes resort to violence when they encounter them but usually resort to
harassment or humiliation by forcing anyone suspected of homosexual
tendencies to participate in sexual encounters. Many believe that since
they are not the receptive participant or as they would put it, the
cock-sucker or the "maricon" (loosely translates into a type of Hispanic
drag-queen who is the recipient during anal sex), that they have proven
their superiority as real macho-men by having their way with other men by
diminishing them to performing actions usually associated to loose women or
whores. This I believe is based on the upbringing, passed from family to
family, which typically condones the macho way of life, an egotistical,
arrogant, boastful, selfish, and inconsiderate lifestyle, for the male
off-spring. It is possible that it is only a cover-up for their
short-comings since many are poor and cannot provide a better way of life
for their families. Additionally, many are illiterate and simply do not
understand that many of us can see through their facade.
Being Hispanic and part of this culture, I was subjected to many
confrontations during my early years by males attempting to prove their
manhood. These challenges, which I really didn't see as problems, I was
sure existed only for me since I thought there really were no other
individuals that shared my gay desires. Considering the events that
occurred, the trigger that initiated the action could have very well been
attributed to my physical stature. I remember at fifteen years old,
standing in front of the mirror and wishing for height, muscle, brawn, maybe
even a thick black hairy mustache. However, the only image reflected was
the factual one of a small (5 feet 4 inch) boyish/girlish-looking slim
(about 110 lbs.) Hispanic male with very little masculine attributes. GOD!
I remember, sighing why can't I be taller or fatter or muscular or look more
masculine. I was sure that that if I didn't look so feminine nobody could
possibly know my real desires. Typically, whoever looked like a sissy, was
constantly harassed. A visit to a ballpark, a gym at a community center or
simply a visit to an relative in a bordering community, could turn vicious
and ugly if one chose to fight to prove your manhood. If you didn't fight,
you would be considered a queer and subject to the whims of your vanquishers
which usually consisted of a number of males working as a group. As
individuals, they would not dream of acting on someone by themselves and I
presume felt justified in numbers all acting as one. Having been introduced
to "Gay Life" at a rather young age, I had already participated and engaged
in countless encounters as a willing, zealous, and eager participant with
many males. However, these males which I sought out were all "Anglo" men
and as far as I am concerned treated me better and acted considerably
different than most Hispanic ass-holes. These type of males I met by
hanging around a business in the barrio community which sold ice and beer
to a mostly Anglo clientele. I remember many, many fond visits to this
establishment which culminated in countless sexual trysts.
However, having had an experience in junior high school that in my mind
required complete abstinence and a complete covering up of any and all gay
desires, I kept an extremely low profile in regards to any type of gay
lifestyle during my senior high school years. I completely embraced this
pseudo lifestyle which I thought was sure to change me into my concept of a
normal person -- the complete denial of gay desires.
Taking into consideration that my high school years were during the period
of the late sixties and reflected upon by many as the Love/Peace/Free Sex
Era, it was nevertheless a simple and easy conversion. I entered high
school and completely embraced all associated extra curricular activities in
my vain attempt to saturate my mind with numerous new ideas and events.
Keep busy - this action, I felt, surely would prevent any backsliding on my
part into my past lewd behavior. Amazingly, I made new friends and jumped
right in with a completely different attitude. Due to my association with a
new acquaintance named Ramiro, considered by many students both male and
female to be the epitome of a 'Hunk", I also regarded myself as some sort of
ladies man and I started acting "macho" by dating, drinking and carousing
late at night. Ramiro, I might add, was at the time 21 years old, a full
six years older than me. His family had migrated from Mexico and in order
to get a job and/or join the military, he had to get a high school diploma
or the equivalent. He opted to attend high school and partake of the chance
to extend the carefree life of a teenager. His age permitted all the
friends in our group access to liquor and beer, a commodity not easily
accessible to 15 or 16 year olds. I thought - What a pal!! What a GUY!!
We became fast friends and for two years did all things together from
studying, double-dating, partying, drinking, working, and attending all
school events. Not once during all this time did I have to suppress any
gay desires which at one time were always in my mind or for that matter did
any events happen that gave me any inclinations that I really needed to.
All went well and during the time that we went from our junior to our
senior year, a bunch of guys (about 20) and three girls jumped into a
smattering of junky cars and convoyed to the coast, South Padre Island, the
Riviera of the Texas Gulf Coast. This was to be the new start of entering
our senior year refreshed and ready to go into adult life after high school.
Since we planned to be there for at least three days we rented some small
cabanas near the beach, a little far yet close enough to commercial
establishments in case we needed to cover some unexpected wants. We got
there early in the morning while the sun was still in the horizon and
proceeded to go wild in the sand and water. We bought cases of beer and of
course, some cold cuts to hold our hunger at bay. All day we drank beer,
played volley-ball, drank beer, played football, drank beer, tossed
Frisbees, and drank beer. After alot of drinking and seeing the three girls
that accompanied us running around in skimpy bikinis, some of the guys began
to hit on them. Actually, the girls were only invited because somebody said
that they put out. Many of the guys were still virgins and it was a chance
to get laid. I, for one, had not really considered it early on but I
remember figuring, what the hell - Why not? Up to this point in my life, I
had never been with a woman in the biblical sense.
To my surprise, the girls did put out and I recall seeing one on her knees,
behind the sand dunes sucking on one guy's dick while jacking-off another
guy. Eventually, the other two girls joined in and guys were coming out of
the woodwork. Somebody brought or invited two other girls and the 5-girl
action went ballistic. All the girls appeared to be trying to outdo each
other. A group of four of us were parked at a distance drinking beer and
watching the events as spectators not really saying or doing anything. I
remember that as I watched, I started feeling weird because instead of
wanting to shove my dick in one of the girl's mouth, I began to fantasize
about being the cock-sucking girl myself. The rest of the guys stood around
stroking their cocks awaiting their turns while the girl just sucked and
slurped on the stiff dick in front of her while jacking off another guy at
her side. Shit, I wanted to be her. The urges kept getting rapidly
stronger and I began to panic because I realized that not only could I not
suppress them but I was getting very horny and growing a rather noticeable
hard-on. I was sure that the guys around me could read my mind simply by
looking at my face. Boy, I wanted so bad to stroke one of the hard cocks
and then have it shoved up my ass. To make matters worse, one of the guys
in our little group, was sporting a large boner that he didn't even try to
conceal. I presume he was joking but I'll never be sure, when he turned to
me and said while giggling, "This thing (pointing to his dick) sure is
getting big and ready to explode. Since I'm holding my beer in one hand and
a cigarette in the other, you think you're able to hold it in your mouth for
me?" At that point in time, I was sure he could tell that I was actually
not only able but extremely willing and dying to grab it and swallow as much
of it as I could. However, by some miracle, I remained composed and under
control. Fully aware that if I chose to act out my fantasy and desires at
this point in time I would loose big time. Not only would I be discovered
and labeled as queer which of course I was but none of the immediate circle
of friends knew, but most importantly I was sure my family would eventually
find out and my father the biggest self-appointed king of the Macho men
would be devastated.
Feeling a sense of dire urgency which I know now was the onslaught of a
panic attack, I started looking around. I had to get away. Looking around,
I noticed some rest-rooms in the distance. It was already late in the
afternoon and since there were so many people running around the immediate
vicinity, I decided to walk to the rest-rooms and think this out fast. I
got to the building which was empty with the surrounding beach deserted and
went inside. I remember thinking, You've got to get those thoughts out of
your mind! Think different! Don't be stupid. You can wait and do it with
someone else later when you get back home if you really have to but not with
these guys. What an idiot! Remember the gym showers in junior high school
(another period of time) -- I kept telling myself. All the while, I
subconsciously removed the cut-offs I was wearing to shake the sand out of
them. Underneath, the cut-offs I was wearing some speedos which were rather
small and in my incoherent efforts they bunched into a ball when I removed
them to shake out the sand.
I was still half-talking and half-thinking to myself while rubbing the sand
off my legs when a man walked in and went up to a urinal. I really paid no
attention to him but suddenly felt as though someone was staring at me.
Instinctively, I snapped and returned to reality. There I was standing
half-naked with a semi-hard erection and this man is staring at me. He
turned completely around, casually walked up real close to me and said.
"Hi, - How about a blow-job?" He could have very well been saying, Isn't
this a gorgeous day? It sounded so normal. Yet, I couldn't talk -- my lips
were frozen and nothing came out. I looked straight at him and noticed a
rather good looking individual. An Anglo male, about 45 years old, maybe
190 lb. on a six feet four or six inch frame, blue-gray eyes with light
reddish-brown hair who was dressed completely out of the element. This man
was wearing dress shoes, dark dress slacks, a white shirt and tie loosened
at the collar. This is not your normal beach attire. Additionally, he was
standing there with a limp cock that hung out of his unzipped pants about
six inches -- Wow!
Fearing someone might walk in I finally stuttered, "Do -- do you want me to
give you one or do you want to give me one?"
Smiling, he responded, "I was hoping to get one. And maybe get
something else, if you know what I mean?"
Already upset with myself for lacking control over my thoughts and
irritated with the sand and the heat and since I have always been one to get
to the point and don't like or expect to second guess anyone, but primarily
because I was extremely horny, I said something like, "NO!, I don't know
what you mean! I don't like guys to give me blow-jobs, but I don't mind
sucking a cock. But I'd rather get it up my ass." While I was saying this,
I reached for his limp cock and gently took it in my hand and milked it
softly. It immediately responded by growing in what appeared to be
time-lapsed photography into a fairly large organ which started at this base
of dark blonde pubic hair as a thick sinewy shaft of rubbery cock-meat
growing into an approximate nine and half-inch shaft encircled with what
appeared to be pulsing purple veins and culminating with a dark pink bulbous
head which I surmised by past experience to be almost two and half inches in
diameter. Needless to say I was in ecstasy at the possibilities.
He immediately responded by saying, "That's great. I hate to give
blow-jobs and I'd love sticking my dick up your hot little brownie".
Pointing to a stall, he continued, "Quick, come over and bend over. Spit
on you hand and smear it on your ass and I'll stick it in.".
I thought - wait a minute. Brownie? Hey, some of us Hispanics are proud of
our roots and culture and, well, even though our skin, our eyes, our hair,
and alot of other parts of our bodies are brown, it doesn't mean just
anybody can poke fun. Just what exactly is this crazy Gringo trying -- Hey,
wait a minute, Fool, I told myself, you're going to blow it and your taking
everything out of context. Get on another train of thought. Brownie is
probably his way of being cute. I kept thinking - First and foremost,
consider the fact that it's dirty in here and it stinks. I may be a horny
little queer or as the Macho guy would say "a maricon" with a strong desire
to get my ass split open by his stiff hard cock but I had to draw a line
somewhere. I just couldn't image myself in a public rest-room, bend over a
commode while a guy pumped his cock up my ass. It just didn't seem to be a
very sanitary or healthy place. Heaven only knows when was the last time
somebody has cleaned this place. It really smelled bad. Not only that but
my friends were within walking distance from this place and they could walk
in on us without being noticed just as easily as he walked in earlier. Good
idea? I don't think so. No way, this is not gonna work.
I finally let some common sense overtake my emotions and quickly said. "No,
this is not a good place." Using some fast thinking I added, "Besides, this
is a public place. I'm still in high school and your not and haven't been in
quite awhile. A cop walks in here, catches you pumping your cock up my
young ass and you're in deep shit. Don't you have a place where we can go
to or maybe we can even get a hotel room somewhere".
It didn't take too much thought on his part and he said as he looked
around, "You're right this place is rather dirty and yeah, cops do drive by
here quite often. Tell you what. Why don't we drive into the strip
together, get a room, fool around and then I'll bring you back to your
friends."
"What about my friends?, I stammered. Quickly panicking and thinking that
maybe he would want to stick around afterwards.
He soothed my fears by saying, "Oh, nothing, it's just that I noticed you
came from the direction where all those kids are raising hell and I figured
if that's where you started, and that's where you want to end up. And don't
worry, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell."
Figuring things would work out, I slid my cutoffs back on, as I said,
"Okay, I tell you what. Give me about an hour and a-half and then pick me
up around this area. Maybe in front of this building, way out towards the
water in the beach area."
He responded by saying, "What? An hour and a-half. What the hell am I
gonna do for that period of time. Hell, I can drive to the strip, get a
room, and be back in ten minutes?
I slowly explained. "Look, I've been out here all day since real early
this morning. I'm filthy and I need a bath. Not only that but I need to
give myself a good cleansing."
With a perplexed look on his face. he said, "A cleansing? Hell, how long
does a good bath really take. It's not as if you're doing your hair or
putting on your make-up. We're not going out on the town you know!"
I had been taught real early in life that a 'Good Girl' needed to always be
prepared for any type of sexual event and naturally, prior to any sexual
encounter, a good enema had to be administered. This type of pro-active
effort always paid off when being butt-fucked while at the same time sucking
on another guy's cock and all of a sudden they want to change positions. I
explained what I meant by cleansing in as few words as possible but enough
to get the message across. I think he understood cause he at once flashed a
big grin and said, "MMMM, sound like it will be good enough to eat. Then by
all means, an hour and a-half is okay."
"Great," I said laughing, "I'll meet you later. Remember, I'll be out by
the beach. And Oh, yes, I'll be wearing a white cropped tank-top and some
clean cut-offs without the sand, okay?"
"Sounds perfect. I can hardly wait. I'll pick you up. I'll be driving a
white Chevy Impala," he grinned, "Oh. by the way," he stated as he picked
up the balled-up swim suit. "Don't forget your panties."
I smiled and said, "They're not panties. They're Speedos - swimming trunks
for swim competitions."
He wrinkled his brow and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. They looked like panties.
Too bad, I would have liked to see you in that tight little suit."
Hmmm? I thought - panties and/or other types of feminine apparel were
definitely not foreign or unknown to me. I had worn or been given quite a
few to wear and I certainly liked how they felt. Maybe, just maybe?? Well,
anyway running outside, I noticed some people getting off their cars. Wow!
I thought, we didn't even hear them. We could've gotten caught.
Full of anticipation and arousal, I half-ran half-walked back to the area
where the guys were congregating thinking of an excuse as I went along to
give them to get the hell out of there to the cabana we had previously
rented and get ready for a good fuck. Hell, it had been almost two and
a-half years since the last time and MMMM, it was soooo....Nope, can't think
of that. I might change my mind.
As I got to the parked cars, I noticed my friend, Ramiro running to catch a
Frisbee and I quickly asked him for his car keys. He threw them at me
asking where I was going? Maybe I could get him something to eat on the way
back. Sure, I'll get whatever you want. I'll be right back. I figured
once I have the keys, fuck em! I'll do whatever I need to do.
I drove to the strip, found a five-and-dime store and drove into the lot.
Parking quickly, I ran inside, grabbed a woman's quart-sized douche bottle,
a plastic bottle of Jergen's body lotion, a bottle of Shower-After-Shower
powder and a size-small pair of women's white bikini panties. I paid the
sales lady who shoved everything into a large Winn's Store bag except to
take time to daintily fold the panties putting them in last. She gave me a
funny smile, winked and thanked me as I left. I never could figure out what
that was all about.
I next drove to the cabana area, found our cabana number, parked the car in
front and let myself in, locking the door behind me. As I ran into the
bathroom, I pulled off my cut-offs and tank top, dropping them on the floor.
I filled the douche bottle with warm water, hung it on the shower rod,
inserted the syringe up my butt and let nature and gravity take it's course.
After repeating the procedure a few times and ensuring that I was clean, I
looked in the mirror and inspected my face for whiskers but nothing had
changed, I still had only some very light peach fuzz and I figured, Oh,
well. I then took a shower, dried myself off, smeared and rubbed the lotion
all over my body, standing in front of the air conditioner which helped to
dry it up. This I followed by liberally sprinkling the powder all over my
body. I took a dry clean towel and toweled the excess powder off me. My
skin was now silky smooth. I then put on the panties that clung to my butt
and felt smooth, tight and sexy to the touch. I then took a clean set of
old jean cut-offs from my overnight bag and put them on. I noticed that
they were about at mid-thigh. Hmmm? Too long? Using my teeth, I ripped a
tear about six inches from the bottom allowing me to tear off the upper
pants legs exposing quite a bit thigh and my butt cheeks. If I tugged them
down, they appeared just like short cut-offs, but if pulled them up snug, I
was very exposed. Perfect!!! I then tore the sides of the jeans which left
what appeared to be flaps on the back and front. Through experience, I had
learned that many guys liked to grope and feel around. Cut-offs shortened
in this manner allowed for a guy to get his hands under the flaps and if he
really wanted to all the way to your butt hole. Once a guy stuck his finger
up my ass-hole, I was his or anybody's for that matter. Guys fondling my
ass really got me horny as hell. I pulled on a clean cropped white tank top
and slipped on some sandals. Prior to putting the cut-offs back on, I
pulled down the panties, laid on the bed on my side and uncapping the lotion
bottle, shoved as much of the top of the bottle up my ass as I could. I
then squeezed a healthy squirt up my rectum allowing the excess to spill on
the outside. I then pulled on the panties, stepped into the cut-offs, and I
was ready to go. Remember, I always practiced being a 'Good Girl' which
kept me prepared for any type of sexual event or encounter. I had
encountered many a horny guy trying to shove his finger up my dry tight
ass-hole. Not only is it extremely uncomfortable but very painful. Horny
guys are usually very obstinate, determined and extremely hard to stop.
Once they've made up their minds, you're taking a finger or two up your ass
whether you want it or not. Therefore, a clean, ready, willing and "greasy"
butt always helps the situation.
I drove back to the beach at a high rate of speed with my mind doing all
kinds of mental somersaults with thoughts of what I was going to let the
"stranger" do to me. I also thought, Gee, what a slut. Here I am, thinking
of being fucked by this guy and I didn't even know his name. Oh, well, I
thought, it wasn't the first stranger I had ever been intimate with and
besides, I was sure to think of something to call him.
Arriving on the beach, it was already getting dark and I noticed Ramiro
leaning against one of the cars in a sulking mood. I cheerfully waved,
acting as if nothing was going on and parked as far as I could from our
drunken crowd without being too obvious.
Ramiro walked up to the car, opened the door and angrily shouted, "Where
the hell have you been, Boof? We ran out of beer and had to start a
collection for a beer run and my wallet was in the glove compartment. Not
only that, I had to walk to the closest showers which are like a mile away!
You shit-head! "
"Hey, I'm sorry!, I shouted back, "but coming back here I ran into some
neighborhood friends way over there by the pier and I started talking to
them and lost track of time". Actually, this was just an excuse I had
thought up on my way back and a good one to use for my departure. I was
ultimately going to say that I was going to walk over to finish my visit
with them and hook up with my new "friend". It sounded pretty believable to
me.
I got off the car and jumped up and sat on the fender. Meanwhile, Ramiro
took a blanket out of the car and spread it out on the sand. I asked,
"Where is everybody? Are we out of beer?"
"Not quite," he snarled still upset, walking to the back of the car,
opening the trunk to where we had stashed another ice-chest just in case
this happened. He withdrew some cold beers throwing me one as he knelt on
the blanket. He added, "I told you that we made a beer run so most of the
guy jumped in the some of the cars and drove to the strip."
I said, "How are those fools buying beer? None of them are 21 years old
yet. They all still look like little boys."
Still a little upset, he retorted, "One of the new guys that joined us is
21 and looking like a boys sure beats looking like a girl."
I jumped off my perch, leaned against the car and with my elbows resting on
the hood. I sipped my beer. I was thinking, what the hell does he mean by
that but I wasn't going to ask since I was really afraid of the answer. I
looked around towards the sand dunes and noticed that most of our crowd was
dissipating into smaller groups with some of the guys sprawled out on the
sand. I presumed either through all the physical exertion of all that
running or as the result of the strenuous sexual activity with our friendly
ladies. I scanned the horizon for my friend but the white Chevy Impala was
nowhere in sight. Damn, I thought, I bet he couldn't wait and probably
either jerked off and got out of the mood or picked up some other horny
queer - Shit! Should I take off walking anyway or wait to see if he shows
up? What's a girl to do?
Ramiro got up from the blanket and leaned against the car next to me.
While facing the opposite direction towards the water, he took a drag of his
cigarette and said, "Don't tell the guys about our beer stash, cause if we
do we'll run out real fast and we've got to conserve our money since we plan
to stay a couple of days. Know what I mean?"
Somewhat annoyed, I responded, "Sure, no problem," Not really paying much
attention to his concerns, my mind wandered off. My thoughts were centered
on my new friend's no-show. His failure to show up, as far as I knew, was
more important and at this point in time, the lack of beer was not high on
my priority list.
Unexpectedly, Ramiro sort of rolled over and pinned my body up against the
car. With him towering over me by about a foot and out-weighing me by about
70 pounds, it was extremely difficult to push him off.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You fuck-head! Get off of me!" I
hissed, desperately trying to push him off. He usually liked to play
grab-ass and sort of wrestle when he was trying to be funny. But I, quite
frankly, was in no laughing mood.
I grunted, squirmed, and pushed on him with all my might with no results
what-so-ever. He just kind of leaned on me and sort of giggled. I was
beginning to really get pissed off. Not only did my date stand me up but
this shit-head was playing games. "Damn it, Ramiro, get the fuck off of me,
you idiot. This isn't funny! I hissed. As a result of all my efforts, I
finally realized that I was more tired than upset and I kind of relaxed and
pleaded, "Please Ramiro, get off, you're heavy and I'm tired."
It was at that point that I felt his hand on my ass with his fingers
probing towards my greased ass-hole. I panicked! What the fuck is going on
here? What is HE doing "Hey, man," I quickly blurted, "What are you
doing? What's wrong with you? Don't do that - Stop - Let me go! Don't be
silly Ramiro, stop that! Right now!"
Talk about determination, there was no way I was going to get him to stop
and he wasn't about to release his hold on me. Pulling aside the rear flap
on my cut-offs and pushing my panties aside, his fingers finally found their
goal, my well-greased puckered ass-hole. He rammed his index finger all the
way in. I felt as though someone had shoved a hot poker up my ass. Not
having been properly relaxed, the abrupt invasion generated a shot of pain
that coursed through me like current of electricity. All the air left my
lungs in one big rush and I tried desperately to inhale. My ass had already
been the recipient of many different fingers, cocks and assorted foreign
objects but I was always very hot, very horny and very ready to accept the
intrusion. This was quite different.
As he slowly withdrew his finger, he whispered in my ear in a soothing
tone, "Relax, take a deep breathe and try to relax". He slowly pushed his
finger back in and started a slow sawing motion in and out of my ass.
I really don't remember when it was but I think it was at this time that I
arched my back and pushed my butt against his probing finger allowing for
deeper penetration. Without realizing it, my verbal protests had ceased
completely and the unaccountable Ooohs and Aaaahs were actually sounds
emanating deep from my throat. I was over the edge - I WAS ALL HIS!!
At that very point, I completely forgot about my meeting the stranger from
the rest-room or the consequences of yielding my ass to a close friend.
What would people say if he talked? What would my family think? How could
I live with the shame of knowing that people knew that I had allowed a man
to stick his cock up my ass? My exact thoughts at that precise point in
time were - WHO GIVES A SHIT! THIS FEELS GOOD. I LOVE IT AND I WANT IT!
With his feet he pushed my legs apart and with his free hand fumbled with
the draw strings of his swim-trunks. He had withdrawn his finger from my
ass and now I felt the head of his cock on my ass-cheeks gently applying
pressure and gradually opening them up. My mind raced with anticipation of
the shaft that was to follow and my brain was yelling - YES! YES! GO FOR IT!
SHOVE IT IN - HARD!!!
He whispered in my ear, "Do you know what I'm gonna do next?" Without
answering him, I tried to reach back with both hands and separate my
ass-cheeks but he forcefully grabbed my arms put them back on the hood and
said, "Relax! Don't move!"
We held this position for a second or two with him finally moving most of
his weight off my body, however the pressure of his cock on my ass remained
steady and relentless. Finally my spincter yielded and his cock head popped
in. Damn! The pain was intense and excruciating but it hurt so good!! I
had already experienced a diverse assortment of different sized cocks up my
ass. However, try as I might, I never could relax enough to prevent the
initial penetration from causing so much pain regardless of the size, no pun
intended, but, I loved it in the end.
He whispered in my ear, "Feels good - doesn't it? Now just relax cause I'm
gonna push the rest all the way in."
Without responding, I pushed back on his cock and felt his cock shaft
slowly inch its way in, stretching my rectum to what I thought were the
limits. I was thrilled at how good it hurt! I just couldn't get enough. My
breathing was ragged and I could feel perspiration drip down my forehead.
Ultimately, I could feel his thighs on my butt and his hands hot and sweaty
on the side of my waist gently rocking me back and forth meeting my backward
movements with forward thrusts of his own driving his cock deeper into my
ass. I couldn't believe how good it felt. His hands went to the front of
my chest pulling up my short cropped tank top and pinched my nipples with
his thumb and forefinger as hard as he could. Damn, this all felt so good.
I had no idea how much I missed being in this position again. I was unaware
and uncaring of all my surroundings and all of a sudden I heard our moaning
and heavy breathing mingling into a rather loud sound. This brought me back
to reality and it was just in time too cause the other fools were driving
back whooping, yelling and creating all kinds of ruckus. Shit! I thought,
talk about bad timing. I know he saw them too but he kept on pumping.
"Ramiro? Stop! The guys are here! I breathed out heavily. But he just
pinched my nipples harder and drove his cock as deep as he could. Oh! Oh! ,
I thought, he's not going to stop. As abruptly as he started when he rolled
over on me, he pulled out his cock and sat on the blanket on the sand behind
us. I stood there with my legs kind of shaking and tried to stand up
straight. I turned around and leaned against the car trying to catch my
breathe. My ass-hole throbbed and seemed to pulse with the lingering pain.
Out of nowhere one of the beer runners showed up and threw us two cold six
packs and said, "Wha Zup? Are we having fun yet?" and ran back to the
crowd. What a dork!
Ramiro stood up arranged his trunks and walked to the trunk of the car
where he put the beer. He then went to the driver's side of the car, stood
there for a minute and then opening the door he got in and said, "Well, what
are you waiting for - an invitation? Let's go somewhere else and pick up
where we left off." I stood there in a daze asking myself, Is this really
happening? Am I dreaming? Did Ramiro just fuck me in the ass? Ramiro
yelled, "Come on, pick up the blanket and shake off the sand! Let's go!
Don't forget the beer on the hood." Without really thinking, I pulled the
panties out of the crack of my ass and straightened out my cut-offs. I bend
over, picked up the blanket, shook it vigorously and bunching it up threw it
in the back seat of the car. I opened the passenger side car door reached
over and grabbed the beer on the hood and got in. I handed Ramiro a beer as
he started the car and we drove away into the darkness. We drove for about
30 seconds in total silence. I, for one, was afraid to say something and
possibly ruin this beautiful moment. I had no idea what Ramiro was thinking
but I was about to find out.
CONTINUED in: A Day at the Beach (Part 2) (Story H)
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A Day at the Beach (Continuation Part 2) (Story H)
He broke the silence by saying, "It sure is dark out here." Looking
around, I had noticed that there wasn't a car light or anything other type
of light anywhere to be seen. I remarked only with, "Yep, it sure is."
Then he said, "That makes it a good time for you to get to know this
better." motioning with his head towards his crotch. Unknown to me, he had
lowered his trunks while I picked up the blanket and beers, covering his
cock with his T-shirt. Now fully exposed, I could hardly make it out in the
darkness. He reached over and took my beer, set it on the dashboard, took
my hand and put it on his dick. I softly touched it and swirled the pre-cum
juice all over the head. It felt spongy and slippery appearing to be
getting hard. " Go ahead give it a little kiss." he said.
A kiss!! I thought. Kiss hell! I want that thing deep in my mouth so I can
swirl my tongue and rake my teeth all over it. Shit, I can do better than
just a kiss. But the only thing I could say was, "Okay."
I started to bend down towards his crotch when I felt his hand on the back
of my head, gently pushing me towards the intended target. I snapped back
and swatted off his hand. This was one of my pet peeves. I hated for guys
to push my head towards their crotches. Not that I hated to suck a cock,
it's just that it brought back a lot of bad memories from my past and I
wouldn't let anyone do that. If I was going to suck a cock, I was going to
do it because I wanted to not because I was pushed into it. Startled he
said, "Hey, Boof, what's wrong? Don't back off now. You're not changing
your mind are you? I thought you liked it."
"Sure, I like it. I just don't like for anyone to push my head down, Okay?
I said trying not to sound too pissed off. Like I said, I didn't want to
ruin the moment.
He put his hand on the back of the seat and sort of leaned back. I bend
over, widely opened my mouth and greedily took his member into my mouth. It
tasted salty and had a smooth texture as I swirled my tongue on the glans.
I pushed my face deep into his crotch taking as much of his cock as I could
into my mouth without gagging. I slowly withdrew raking my teeth lightly
over the shaft stopping on the head. I could hear him moan and thrust his
hip up towards my facing, pushing his dick deep again. I repeated the
procedure, picking up the tempo to the point where my head was bobbing up
and down at a rather fast paced motion. His moaning had graduated to a
deep-throated indistinguishable, "AAAGH!" At that point, I straightened up,
took my beer off the dashboard and took a big swig. He looked over at me
disappointed and said, "Boof, what happened? Damn that felt good! I almost
came. Why'd you stop?"
"Because you almost came that's why and I want it to last", I smiled back.
I didn't want to admit that I liked his cock up my as a whole lot more.
With that, he suddenly pulled over, stopping the car. He jumped out
pulling his trunks up as he went along. Opening the my door, he grabbed my
arm and said, "Come on, let's do it." He grabbed the blanket and spread it
out on the sand. I stood there leaning on the car sipping on my beer. I
tried to light a cigarette but the wind would blow out the lighter. I said,
"Come over here and shield the wind I want to light this cigarette." We
snuggled together but the wind was too much. He grabbed the cigarette,
threw it a way, put his arms around me and gave me a long lingering kiss,
probing his tongue, on which I gently sucked, deep into my mouth. I could
feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach and I pressed back. We kissed
for a good while letting our hands travel all over our bodies. We finally
stopped and he said, "Hey, Boof, take off you shorts and top but leave on
the panties." Hmmm? He noticed, I thought. Good.
He walked to the blanket and stripped completely naked. His broad
shoulders, slim waist, and thick thighs glistened in the darkness. Standing
there with his huge cock jutting out of his silhouette, I thought, WOW!!
He looks good. He motioned me to his side. But I just stood there in my
panties, thinking, darn why am I so skinny. I finally walked over, we
embraced and sank into the blanket. With legs entwined, we feverishly
resumed kissing and groping at each other in the darkness. He removed my
panties and spitting on his fingers, fingered-fucked me. After what seemed
like an eternity, he gently turned me over and positioned me on my hands
and knees. He spit on his fingers again and applied the moisture to my ass
hole, smearing it around with an in and out motion. He gently placed his
cock at the opening and said, "Relax".
My ass hole accepted his cock-head like a glove and in one single thrust he
drove his shaft deep into my rectum. Now it was my turn to emit a,
"AAAGH!!" The pain was wonderful. As I pushed back, I dug my head into
the blanket and reached behind me with both hands to pull apart my
ass-cheeks hoping to give him more access. I WANTED IT ALL. His movements
rose to a crescendo and as he furiously pumped my ass, all I could do was
bounce back and forth and try desperately to synchronize my movements with
his thrusting lunges. I expected him to blow his load in my ass any minute
now but for some strange reason, he abruptly stopped and pulled out of my
ass. By this time I was having all kinds of problems trying to compose
myself and keep myself in the position I started out in without falling flat
on my face. My mouth and throat were dry as sandpaper from all my heavy
breathing. I looked over my shoulder and thickly asked, "What's wrong?"
He was staring over my head and said, "We've got company."
Damn! I freaked out. My hard-on shriveled up so fast, I probably would've
have had trouble finding it if I had to piss. I looked up but I couldn't
see anything or anybody - nothing but darkness. Even though my eyes should
have been adjusted to the darkness. I couldn't see jack-shit. Out of the
same darkness, I heard, "Mind if I watch?"
I thought, who the fuck is that? But Ramiro answered, "Yeah, I mind if
you watch. What about you, Boof, got a problem with that.?"
My response was, "Ramiro, we don't even know who that is. Who are you
anyway?" I shouted in the direction of the voice.
Out of the darkness and closer to us came the voice. As he got closer, he
said, "Look, I'm not dangerous or anything, I'm just a horny guy that drove
by and got caught up with your action. Mind if I join in?"
I finally associated the voice with a person. It was the stranger from the
bathroom. That shit-head must have followed us down here and crept up on
us. What the hell, I didn't mind! I turned around, grabbed Ramiro cock and
as I stroked it, I said, "I don't mind."
Ramiro turned and looked at me surprised, said "Are you sure?"
"Positive", I answered, breathing harder not really paying attention since
I was stroking his cock a little faster now.
Ramiro quickly blurted out, "Okay, but first things first! What do YOU
want to do? and with who? I don't suck dicks and I don't get fucked. Those
are my rules."
He softly responded, "Hey, she's your babe. But the way I figure, you've
got one end and I can have the other and of course if we get tired, we can
always trade ends. For now it's you up his ass and I'll fuck his mouth. Got
a problem with that." To which Ramiro quickly said, "Nope."
Ramiro turned to me and said, "What do you think, Boof? You sure it's
okay?" All I did was spit on my fingers, smeared it on my ass and got back
on my favorite position, my hands and knees and said, "I don't care. Go for
it, I'm always ready."
Ramiro quickly assumed his position behind me and guided his cock toward my
puckered and sore ass-hole and gently pushed, shoving his shaft all the way
in. I arched my head back and let out a sigh of pure enjoyment - Damn, it
felt and hurt sooo good!! The stranger had by that time stripped completely
naked and knelt in front of me. His cock protruded straight into my face.
I opened my mouth and accepted as much of it as I could. He grabbed
handfuls of hair on my head and thrust as far into my throat as he could. I
momentarily gagged and tried to breathe through my nose. Ramiro's ass
pumping action had accelerated to a fever pitch and it appeared that the
stranger was trying to match him. Ramiro groaned, arched forward, stiffened
and completely stopped. The stranger only muttered, "OH! FUCK!". I felt
Ramiro's hard thick cock pulsate in my ass as he released his cum in spurts
and at the same time, the stranger exploded in my mouth quickly filling my
mouth with gushes of cum. I desperately tried to swallow but he came too
fast and too much. Some flowed down my throat and some spilled out on my
chin. I could no longer hold back my own pent-up passions and in one quick
jolt, I spurted my load all over the blanket. My body pulsed as I climaxed
and then slowly floated back to reality. Ramiro limply hung on, slowly
withdrew his limp cock and fell back on the sand in a tired heap. I
would've joined him but the stranger held me steadfastly in place with his
cock still firmly in place in my mouth. I tried to pull back but he moaned
and tightened his grip on my hair and said, "Don't move!" I noticed that
his cock remained semi-hard not completely stiff but certainly not limp. He
slowly began a swaying motion into my mouth and due to its smaller size he
was able to push his cock in until my lips were pressed flat on his pubic
hair. He would push completely in, hold it there and then pull my head back
to the point where his dick was almost out of my mouth. I tried to spit it
out but I figured he sensed it because he would immediately pump it back
in. A few movements like that and to my astonishment, I felt his cock start
to swell up in my mouth. My jaws already ached from holding my mouth open.
He released his grip on my hair, pulled out his cock out of my mouth and
started pushing me back on my back. "What are you doing?" I asked in a
tired daze as I lay on my back. He responded as he lifted my legs up over
his shoulders, "I'm gonna fuck you, too."
After I climax, I really don't feel like messing around. I have noticed
that most men don't like to be fondled or have their cocks touched right
after ejaculation. Some have even complained that it's painful if you keep
sucking after they've released all their cum. I know one thing for sure
after I climax my body tenses up and I need some time to relax and recover.
I have had painful episodes of guys trying to fuck me after I cum. My
ass-hole was one part of my body that tenses up and penetration though
possible is very difficult and painful.
In this position, my ass was up in the air and the stranger reached down
easily and probed with his finger, I suppose for location. He found the
spot and tried to shove his finger into my very wet and sore ass-hole. Even
though it was very well lubricated and dripping with Ramiro's sperm, it was
still not relaxed and penetration was not easy. I said, "Wait a minute!
Give me some time to rest. That hurts!" He stopped his probing, lifted my
legs higher and leaned forward. I could feel his monstrous cock-head at the
opening of my very sore and puckered ass-hole. Earlier in the day as I
stroked his shaft, his cock-head had looked so good and desirable. Now it
felt so threatening and much more bigger.
As he leaned forward, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them on near the
sides of my head, holding them down with his body weight. I could feel the
pressure of his cock on my ass-hole increase tremendously forcing my
ass-hole open and stretching it as he burrowed as deep as he could. Pain
vibrated through me as his cock was buried to the hilt. My legs stiffened
straight up in the air as I tried to accommodate his large member. As I
tried to catch my breathe , he immediately started pumping, sawing his cock
in and out of my ass-hole in a steady and smooth tempo. I noticed that it
was starting to feel good and I tried to match my movements with his. He
released my wrists and sat back on his heels holding my thighs tightly to
his upper chest. I reached under my butt and felt his cock pumping in and
out. I tried to reach for his balls but could only barely touch them as
they dangled back and forth with his rhythmic thrusts. He grabbed my cock
which was by this time jutting straight up and began jacking me off. I
can't describe how good it all felt. He suddenly stopped, grabbed my wrists
and with my legs up on his shoulders, he laid back on the blanket. I wound
up in a sitting position on top of him. I was able to draw my knees up and
get comfortable which resulted in my winding up firmly impaled on his cock
with no control on how deep it was buried in my ass. It felt as though it
was rearranging my intestines or moving something aside. He grabbed my cock
again and started to furiously jack me off while he arched his lower body up
and down in an apparent attempt to drive his cock deeper into my ass. He
started groaning and I started moaning. IT WAS GREAT!!! I was ready to
explode. I never noticed Ramiro until he stood in front of me with his legs
wide open trying to guide his cock into my mouth as I bounced up and down.
With my up and down movements, all Ramiro had to do was just stand there
with cock in my mouth and fuck my face.
Everything just seemed to happen so quick, when the stranger emitted a long
soft moan and suddenly bucked up and stiffened. Ramiro arched his head back
and froze. I immediately rested my feet on the stranger chest, transferring
all my weight to my butt and I grabbed the back of Ramiro's thighs, burying
my face as deep as I could into his crotch. With this final move on my
part, I wound up one cock deeply buried in my ass and one cock deep in my
throat. I barely felt the stranger's cock pulsate in my ass but there was
no denying when Ramiro came, cause in one fleeting second my mouth was
flooded with his sperm. This time instead of swallowing, I swirled it in my
mouth, coating my tongue and reveling in the hot tasteless liquid. I slowly
swallowed it, allowing it to seep down my throat like some hot thick syrup.
The next thing I knew, I was again spurting my load. This time all over the
stranger's chest. After I finished cumming, I rolled off of him and
crumpled in a completely wasted in a heap on the blanket.
I opened my eyes and tried to focus them. It was pitch black with no moon
in sight. The breeze felt a little to cool for comfort. I was on my side
and tired to move but couldn't. I felt warmness against my back. I stirred
and felt a warm body snuggle behind me and an arm draped over me. I touched
my arms and felt gritty sand all over plus a fine layer of moisture. I
stretched and my legs throbbed and ached. I felt drained and very sleepy.
I realized I must have fallen asleep. I looked groggily around and noticed
that it was Ramiro behind me. The stranger had disappeared.
I picked up his arm and rolled way from him and stood up. My legs trembled
slightly as I achingly stretched. I was completely naked. Looking around
for my top, shorts and panties, I thought, shit! why do I ache so much? I
couldn't find my clothes. It was too dark and I hadn't adjusted my eyes
yet. I turned and looked towards the car and then to horizon. Not a car
in sight - it was dark and the cool breeze made me shiver. I headed to the
car and pulled on the trunk and as usual, it was open. I reached inside and
opening the ice-chest, took a beer. It was ice-cold. Opening it, I took a
little sip and shivered. I walked to the side of the car and reached in and
took the pack of cigarettes off the dashboard. The pack was moist and damp.
I took one out and tried to light it. The breeze kept blowing out the
lighter. Opening the door, I slide onto the seat and felt the grit on my
butt sort of sandpaper my ass. I winced in pain. The inside of the car was
darker since we had removed the interior light earlier so we wouldn't shine
any lights. I want to get out of here, I thought. I finally lit the
cigarette and holding the cold beer in my hand sat there and trembled. I
was still naked. Looking at the steering wheel, I noticed the keys in the
ignition. I reached over and turned the key to the on position. The idiot
lights illuminated brightly. I turned the radio knob on and twisted the
tuner until I found a station spitting our twangy western music. I didn't
really care about the music, I was interested in the time.
As usual, the song ended and the disc jockey talked about everything but
the time. I sat there thinking. I can't believe it! Ramiro fucked me.
"I", actually let Ramiro fuck me. He fucked me and I sucked his cock.
Shit! I can't believe it happened. I didn't even try to stop him. I let
him do it. Let him do it, hell! I wanted him to, I pushed myself on him.
I actually felt embarrassed and ashamed. Damn, I wonder what he'll think.
Shit! I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum. Oh, shit! He actually
fucked me. I looked out the window and noticed that he had rolled himself
up in the blanket. I bet he's gonna be a real ass-hole. Not only that, I
thought, feeling more embarrassed, what about that stranger! Shit, Ramiro
gave me a way out when he asked if I would mind, but No! I had to be a pig
about it and say "I don't mind!!!" What a pig! I acted like such as whore,
such a pig,.....I mean, the stranger, me letting him.....Hell! I didn't
even.....Shit! I'm back to my old tricks.
I had sworn more than two and half years ago that I would never indulge in
this type of behavior, and up to a now had done pretty good.
Finally the disc jockey caught my attention when he said, "If you have to
be at work at thirty-thirty, you better hurry. Your thirty minutes late,
it's four A. M.!" and a the sound of an alarm clock intertwined with his
load guffaws. I reached over and turned the ignition switch to off. I sat
there in the quiet darkness, shivering.
Startled, I shook violently as the driver's side door opened, "Damn! it's
cold!! shivered Ramiro, getting in still wrapped in the blanket, "Aren't
you cold? I'm freezing!!" He started the car and rolled up his window.
Looking at me he said, "Roll up the window, Boof! It's cold!! I'm turning
on the heater." He turned a switch on and cool air blew out the bottom. In
a matter on seconds, the air warmed and I realized how cold my feet were.
Looking at me, Ramiro asked, "Why are you sitting there naked? Aren't you
cold?"
"I can't find my clothes." I replied, feeling tired and in a sort of daze.
Opening the door, Ramiro said, "I think I can find them. Let me go get
them." and he got off the car. I felt a bang and the car sway as he slammed
the trunk. Minutes later, he opened the door, got in and threw me some
clothes. A buttonless dark long-sleeved shirt and some baggy trunks. I
picked them up and inspected them, and said, "These aren't mine!!"
"I know. They're mine. I think that stranger took your shorts and
panties. I couldn't find them anywhere." he said.
Reaching for the door handle, I said, "Shit, let me look."
He grabbed my arm, stopped me, and said, "They're not out there and
anyway, look." motioning with his head to a car coming down the beach with
his lights off. My eyes had adjusted by now and it was very easy to see.
In fact, it was so easy, I quickly noticed the outline of the dark lights on
the top, identifying it as some type of police cruiser. Ramiro started the
car, put it in drive and as we lurched forward, as he turned on the lights.
Glancing over at me he said, "Better get dressed in case he decides to stop
us."
We drove towards him and he waved as we passed. I only had enough time to
put on the shirt, wrapping it around me due to the lack of front buttons and
sat on my bare ass on the gritty sand, feeling very uncomfortable. After we
passed him, I moved up, got on my knees on the edge of the seat and brushed
the sand from the seat and my ass. Ramiro casually reached up and lightly
pinched one of my nipples. I can't explain why but I felt a rush of heat
from the embarrassment that run through me. This guy and I had been friends
for a little more than two and a-half years. Now like some of the girls, I
had seen him fondle, he was doing the same to me. It felt weird. I felt
uneasy. I didn't understand my feelings. Not that I had never been touched
by a man, in fact I knew my nipples were very sensitive as other men had
kissed, licked, chewed and pinched them. I found it pleasurable and very
erotic. However, I felt very uneasy as I knelt on the seat and Ramiro
pinched and rubbed them. I didn't try to stop him but just knelt there and
closed my eyes. I couldn't understand why I was so perplexed. Finally he
moved his hand away and I started to sit when he said, "Wait! don't sit down
yet!' and his hand traveled to the side of my waist and down towards the
back caressing my ass softly. He said, "Damn, Boof, I had no idea you
skin was so soft." I believe somewhere along our blood lineage, we
intermingled with Indians - real Indians, because I was virtually hairless
with only a soft downy fuzz covering my upper body. My lower legs at the
ankles and armpits had hair but very sparse and thin. Only my pubic area
was covered with a dark mat of thick curly hair.
He moved his hand away and patted the space next to him, saying, "Sit
here, I'll keep you warm. I want your soft warm body right here." and he
patted the seat again.
I didn't say a word and sat down where he had indicated. I sat there and
images of the backs of girls' heads flashed through my mind. I had been
many places in this car with Ramiro, such as double-dating and had seen many
girls sit in this spot. I felt weird. Not that Ramiro was ugly, far from
it. He was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, light, complexion with
dark hair all over his chest. He had dark sparkling eyes and dark black
hair that he kept well-styled. He had an air of confidence about him that
emitted an aura that made people turn when he passed by or came into the
room. All the girls at school were crazy about him and all the guys
followed him around trying to act like him. When we became friends, I
believe he was interested in the fact that I mastered my classes in English
which was his poorest subject and asked for help. I tutored him and we found
we had the same sense of humor, interests in cars, clothes and basically
liked the same kind of people.
I saw Ramiro as a friend, something akin to a brother. I was the only boy
in the family with a smaller brother born ten years. My little brother was
cute and funny and I loved him but it wasn't the same as a bigger brother.
Normally, I rattled off a mile a minute, talking about anything that came
into my mind. Ramiro was always there to listen and he always laughed at my
humor which many people never seem to understand. I liked that in him since
I had never really had any friends and was actually quite shy and always
alone. Then I met him and he turned into my best friend. Now here I was,
sitting next to as he fondled me. He had his hand on my thigh and was
rubbing gently. I was deep in thought, starting to considering the
consequences of what I had allowed to happen, such as wondering if he too,
like those ass-holes during junior high would talk and spread the word that
I had allowed him to fuck me in the ass and had sucked him cock. I knew I
was queer, but I don't think everybody had to know.
I jumped, startled, as he said, "Hey Boof, what's wrong? You're so quiet.
I figured you'd be chattering away. I don't know about you but I feel
great. Listen, let's go to the cabana, take a bath and go home. We don't
need this shit. What do you think? We can even fool around before we
leave, okay? Damn, I can't believe how go your ass felt! Shit!, I'm
getting hard thinking about it. Look!" He grabbed ny hand and placed it on
his crotch. I felt the hard bulge through the material of his baggy trunks.
I didn't pull away but I felt so funny. Embarrassment? Fear? I didn't
know. All I know was that it felt weird touching his cock. "Play with it."
He said. and I started massaging it.
We arrived at the cabana just as daylight was breaking. Everything looked
hazy and a little dim. Only the squawking sounds of the seagulls pierced
the stillness. I saw the keys to the room on the dashboard and grabbed them
as he turned off the car, opening the door simultaneously. "Hey! he said,
"You're still naked." and I remembered that I hadn't pulled on the trunks.
"Fuck it." I said. Normally. I'm very modest, but for now I don't know why
I apparently didn't care. Anyway, the shirt was down to my thighs.
We entered the room and I grabbed my bag, heading to the bathroom as I
scooped it up. First thing I did was bend over the sink, turn on the water
and without waiting for it to warm up, I started splashing my face. Never
looking up, I started brushing my teeth. I guess I was afraid to look at
myself in the mirror. The door flew open and Ramiro walked in, pulling down
his trunks, "Damn, I've got to pee bad!" and a torrent of urine hit the
commode water as he let loose of his bladder. "AAAAHH!" he sighed.
"Ramiro!!! I'm in here!" I said, actually embarrassed. "So! Big deal" he
replied. I had seen him piss many times before, I had seen him throw-up
after drinking too much, I saw him cry and even cried with him when his last
girlfriend, Gina, a twenty year-old, buxom, red-headed, green-eyed beauty
broke up with him because he didn't want to propose. I remember his drunken
blubbering as he cussed her out, then said how much he missed her and then
cussed her out again saying what a bitch she was, the cycle repeating itself
over and over until he passed out. After a couple of days he was his same
old self and I thought, Wow!, he got over her fast.
He pissed for a long time so I walked out the bathroom swishing water in my
mouth, drying the dripping water off my face. He came out and sat on the
edge of the bed. "Boof! Come here." I jumped when he said it. Startled
again, I thought, shit, what's the fuck's wrong with me?"
I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and pulled on side of the shirt to cover
my nakedness as I turned sideways. From my stance about ten feet away, I
mumbled, brushing my teeth again, "What?"
"Come here!" he smiled. I hesitantly walked over to the bed and was going
to sit down when he grabbed my hand and pulling me said, "OVER HERE!!" and
stationed me right in front of him between his open legs. My shirt flew
open. He put his hands on my bare hips and looked up at me and said, "I
think I know what's bothering you."
"Ramiro, there's nothing wrong." I lied as I looked up and continued
brushing my teeth, fully aware and conscious of his hot hands on my bare
skin. I acted like it was nothing. Actually, I didn't lie. I didn't know
what was actually wrong so technically, I was telling the truth.
"Look, I do know there's something wrong, and I know what it is. You're
whole body and the way you're acting is screaming it." he started.
"Okay", I interrupted and said sarcastically, "You know everything. Tell
me what's wrong. What am I screaming that I can't hear?"
"Look at me," he said and when I looked down at him, he continued with,
"You're really upset about last night. You're sorry you let me fuck you,
right? and now all you can think about is why you did it and wish you could
undo it? Am I right? he asked in his usual matter-of-fact style. "You're
worried sick that I'm gonna run and tell everybody -Hey! I fucked Boof, He
sucked my dick. Boof's a queer! - Right? Well, it's not like that. I'm
not telling anybody anything. What we, and I emphasize "WE", did, is our
own private thing and I wouldn't do that to you or myself."
"Yourself?'" I asked, "I'm the one who was bent over with your cock up my
ass. Begging for more. I'm the one with your cock in my mouth, sucking and
swallowing your cum. What's this "WE" shit!" I had the Machismo ideology
of homosexuality deeply ingrained in my mind. I was the one with a cock up
my ass and a cock in my mouth that made me - the queer. He was putting his
cock in my ass and mouth - He was not a queer.
He smiled and tried to stifle real laughter, bouncing on the bed as the
sentiment, uncontrollably tried to erupt from deep inside him.
I looked at him thoroughly confused. I had not been fully understandable
of my prior emotions, but I was extremely familiar with the feeling that I
felt rising in my chest now. That, I knew was pure anger. "WHAT THE FUCK
IS SO FUNNY? RAMIRO!!" I yelled at him.
Still smiling, and tightening his grip on my hips, he said in a big grin,
flashing a row of perfect pearly-white teeth, "YOU! YOU! - Boof, are funny.
I've always told everybody I know - that fucking Boof is funny. You want to
laugh - listen to Boof. He says the craziest and sometimes the wackiest
things that can make you laugh." Then his faced turned serious as he
stopped smiling, and added, "Sometimes though, not too often, he says some
real stupid things. I guess it's just that he doesn't know or understand
alot of things in life."
"Looking at him, I said smugly, "And you do. I guess now your gonna tell
me the facts of life, right?"
Looking deeply into my eyes, he said still serious, "No, I'm not, Boof.
Your father should have done that. By now, you should know the facts of
life. What you don't know are "MY" facts - about my life. You see, Boof,
I'm queer, too. and breaking into a big smile added, "Bet, you didn't know
that?"
I freaked. My mind did somersaults as I thought, this perfect example of a
man - a hunk that most women hungered after and most men envied because of
his stunning good looks and masculinity - is queer? Something's wrong with
this picture. He slowly moved me to the side of the bed and sat me down. I
guess I was still in shock. He told me to lie back and relax and he'd tell
me a story. A simple story about himself and his past. I sat down and
listened to his story. He explained his true feelings about men, not me in
particular, his past experiences, some of his failures, some of his
victories, and some of his pain. In sharp contrast to what I believed, he
explained his homosexuality and made me realize that I was wrong about
myself and many other men were wrong about themselves, too.
When he finished, I was lying on my side, propped on my elbow, listening
intently. I realized that we were really good true friends and now, if I
could help it, were going to be lovers.
We stared at each other without saying a word. He reached over, pulled me
to him and tried to kiss me. "UGH!" I frowned, "Go brush your teeth!" He
got up laughing and headed to the bathroom. I followed, taking off his
shirt. As he brushed his teeth, I stepped into the tub and turned on the
water. I shivered as the cold water hit me unexpectedly.
Moments later, he drew back the shower curtain and stepped in. We lathered
each other giggling. He took me into his arms and we kissed passionately.
As we kissed, I reached down and felt his cock swelling to hardness. I
stroked it softly. Kissing my neck and shoulders, he slowly moved down to
my erect cold-water affected nipples, sucking and nibbling on them. I
reached behind me and lathered my ass-hole, wincing at the initial shock of
pain generated from the sore and tender opening, reminding of last night's
events. Considering the possibilities of the next few minutes, I threw
caution to the wind and vigorously worked up a soapy lather. I clung to him
with my other arm, pulled away from our kiss and said, "Fuck me!" and I let
go of him, turning around. I placed my arms on the shower wall and thrust
out my ass. "Do it! I added. I felt his cock-head at the soapy entrance
and pushed back, driving his cock into my ass. The pain was sensational.
After deeply embedding his cock inside me, he put his arms around me and
held me tight. We stood in the shower with the water cascading on us as we
swayed in unison, undulating against each other. His cock driving in and
out of my ass was sending wave after wave of pleasurable pain through me. I
knew as I rocked back and forth that this was the start of a new and
exciting event in my young life. Closing my eyes, I swayed with Ramiro's
thrusts, thinking about how great my high school senior year was going to
be. Smiling, I thought, I could be the home-coming Queen.
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 1995 19:16:34 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 14/?? (M/M TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 22:33:15 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
The Senior Year (Part 1) (Story I)
I woke up with a start, wide awake and alert. I had the most wonderful
feeling as I stretched and jumped out of bed, headed for the shower. As I
showered, I thought about what the day had to offer, it was the first day of
my last school year, my senior year. I had always liked school and looked
forward to attending. I also had no real complaint about the summer
hiatuses in between and was usually sad when any summer ended. However, I
felt no remorse or sadness associated with the inevitable end of this
particular summer. Although this summer had provided a new awakening and
big change, I felt that it lacked something. Since I spent most of the week
working, long tiresome and demanding hours at my uncle's store, having off
only on Sunday, I was depressed most of the time except on Saturday night
and those glorious Sundays. It was during those times that I spent them
with my best and closest friend, Ramiro, that I felt the best. Ramiro also
worked and I never saw him during the week because his hours were the
opposite of mine. I worked days and he worked nights. Now with the
beginning of school, I would see him on a daily basis since we had purposely
planned our school class schedules to be identical.
I had known Ramiro since the summer before starting the tenth grade. I
attended a pre-school student workshop for students interested in different
extra curricular activities and so did he. His English was atrocious and I
noticed a girl make fun of his heavy Spanish accent. I empathized with him,
since I too, had known the pain of being teased and humiliated and I hated
it. She was a fat Anglo bitch with large massive thighs that looked like
tapioca - Ugh!
Purposefully, I started talking to him in Spanish, motioning in her
direction, laughing hard and smacking my knee, to emphasize an issue.
Looking at her, I would turn my face whenever she looked my way as if I
didn't want me to see me, making it appear to be talking about her, but
telling Ramiro how nice the girl next to her was. Actually I was talking
about the slim pretty girl next to her but I looked the fat one and Ramiro
looked and flirted with the pretty one. As I talked in Spanish, the fat
girl had no idea what I was saying and I could see the anger in her face.
She finally went over to us and said angrily, "If you're gonna talk about
me at least do it in English so I can understand and defend myself." I
turned, acted surprised and said, "What make's you think we're talking
about you? You've got to be kidding." and motioned to the pretty girl who
waved back shyly as Ramiro waved to her. The fat bitch's face turned beet
red and angrily turned and left. We both burst out laughing.
Ramiro and I started talking and became friends from that day on. We did
all kinds of things young men or boys do in high school. He eventually met
all my family and I met all of his.
Due to his good looks, he became quite popular and I guess, for the next
two years, I just hung on his coat-tails. This year things would be
different. Ramiro and I were lovers. During a prior outing to the coast,
we had discovered each other.
Afterwards all summer long, on Saturday nights, we would drive out to the
country side, the hill-country, it was called, and park in dark secluded
areas. We would kiss and make passionate love along deserted roadways. On
Sunday's, we would drive out dusty country lanes and choose a deserted spot
and trespassing, walk to the farthest tree under which we would lay out a
blanket and stripping completely naked, make love. Afterwards, we would just
talk about all kinds of things with nothing particular in mind. We would
caress our bodies as we lay tightly against each other. It was great.
One day after school started, Ramiro told me that he had gotten an
apartment. We went to see it after school. It was a small, furnished room
over a garage, they called it a FROG, that was very comfy. He tried to fuck
me but, I hadn't bathed or performed any of the preliminaries and I made him
wait until Saturday night. We made passionate love that night.
The week before Halloween, we found out a mutual friend was having a
costume party and we were invited. My first question to Ramiro was,
"Dressed as what?" He had no idea. We were all excited until the whole
thing soured when two days before, he found out that he couldn't get the
night off. We had ruined our chances by his taking off too many times
during the week so we could go to his apartment and fuck. We compromised
and decided that if he couldn't get off early about seven or eight he would
just meet me there around ten. Of course, he could wear no costume, cause
he would only have enough time to get off work, go home, shower and change
and go meet me. Of course, he expected me to wear a costume.
"Wait a minute", I said, "I'm the only one dressed as a fool, looking
stupid and you'll come in, all spiffied up - I don't think so , Baby!"
"Come on, don't be a party-pooper. Surprise me. I really do want to go
cause afterwards I have a surprise." he teased.
"What is it? I begged, "Come on tell me Please!!!" but no matter what I
promised and I promised quite a lot. "NO!" was his final answer. "Just be
there and I'll meet you."
I had no idea what I was going to wear. The thought of going as a
drag-queen never crossed my mind. I presume that I had a subconscious block
on my mind of never going in full drag again. Prior experiences in this
type of portrayal had back fired on me and I wanted no repeat of this type
of hell.
That night I went to Elvira and as usual, she came up with an idea. She
said it was going to be a monster she always wanted to create but wouldn't
give me specifics. All she said was, "Just be hear tomorrow at six
o'clock and I'll have everything ready."
Not being able to wait, I showed up at her house at five. Without
knocking, I walked in, calling her name. "I'm in here!" she yelled from
her bedroom and as I walked towards it, she flew out pushing me back and
said, "Not yet! Let's go in here." and maneuvered me in the bathroom. She
knew I was going out with Ramiro and knew the routine. She had prepared a
bath and all the necessities for my preparation. Perfumed soap, perfumed
body lotion and powder and of course, a large enema bag hung from the shower
rod, full of water. "I figured you be early" she said playfully acting
angry, "So I decided that I'd get things ready now and give you hand. Take
off your clothes and sit there," Motioning to a little bench. I stripped
and sat down. She took a can of shaving cream and a wet cloth, and started
to wipe my legs. "What are you doing?' I asked, surprised.
"Boof, Please don't be so nosy! Why can't you be like everybody else and
not ask so many questions. It's part of the costume." she said as she
wiped my legs wet, applied the cream and started shaving the light fuzz on
my upper thighs, working down to the darker but sparse hair on my ankles.
She was an expert. Pulling my arm, she stood me up and made sure all the
areas were smooth, up to and including the light dark fuzz under my arms.
Since I didn't have any facial hair, she looked at my cheeks, rubbed them
with the back of her hand and said, "Shit - still a baby" and laughed.
She was finally satisfied and turning around left the room, laughing, as
she said, "The rest you can do by yourself." I grabbed the enema bag and
did the rest.
After bathing, I peeked out the bathroom, looking for her and she streaked
to me out of nowhere and pulled me into her bedroom. Standing in front of
the mirror was another little drag queen friend of hers that was a
hairdresser, examining his face and hair. He turned around, saw me and
acting embarrassed, covered his eyes and said, "Ooooh! she's naked!" We
all laughed. His name was Ruben but he preferred Ruth. "Hi, Girl!, he
greeted me in a loud campy voice. I just smiled. "Sit over here." he said
patting the bench. I sat down and he said, "I love your hair!" gently
pulling up strands all around. "When I'm through with you, Miss Thing,
you're mamma won't recognize you." Turning to at Elvira, he said, "Isn't
her hair gorgeous, Girl?" and started blowing my hair.
Without moving my head, I moved my eyes, looking at Elvira and asked,
"What are you up to? This does not look like the makings of a monster. "
"AY, GIRL!! said Ruth, "You don't want to be a monster. You want to be a
princess - like me." and Elvira burst out laughing saying, "For you it's
Prince,
Honey, like the dog. Ruth just clicked her tongue and said, "BITCH!"
I was made to turn around from the mirror until she finished because she
said she wanted to surprise me. I was a little concerned because I had seen
the huge hairy monstrosities she wore herself and then it dawned on me, she
was going to make me look hideous - a monster. Okay, I was satisfied.
In the interim, Elvira was cutting up a large green plastic trash bag,
holding against my body as if measuring it. She would leave and
periodically return and measure again. She also came in and handed Ruth a
large pot of slimy green stuff which she said was the green make-up. Green!
I thought, what is going on.
After about an hour and a half, I finally asked Ruth what was going on and
she said, "I think you're going as the jolly green giantess, I mean giant."
and started giggling.
"Ruth, you little bitch, You can't ever hold secret. Okay, now you know,
the jolly green giant -it was a surprise.'' said Elvira standing by the door.
"Well then let me look." I said and turned around quickly. Instead of
the monster hair, as I expected, Ruth had performed a complete make-over of
my face. Looking at the mirror, I saw a young girl staring at me. She
looked innocent but yet looked like she could be a real bitch. The hair was
not monstrous but styled in a neat shag with long wispy strands all around
the face with bangs almost to the eyebrows, high and fluffy on top but close
and layered around the sides. But it was the eyes that caught my attention.
There was something about her eyes. They looked huge, wide and wild. With
the use of mascara and eyeliner, Ruth had created the illusion of making my
beady, plain brown eyes look wild and big. The eyeliner followed the bottom
and top contour of my eyelids but spread out slightly as it thinned out the
outside corners, never meeting, giving them a wider larger look. The false
eyelashes were trimmed short at the ends and long in the middle, making my
eye look rounder. I couldn't believe my eyes. Turning to Elvira, I opened
my mouth to talk, but she started talking first saying, "Damn, Ruben, he
wasn't supposed to turn around and see himself yet."
"Elvira!" I cried, it's a costume party, I can't go as a drag-queen,"
almost on the verge of tears,
"WHY NOT?" asked Ruth, an extremely good professional drag-queen, "WHAT'S
WRONG WITH DRAG-QUEENS? THEY'RE PEOPLE TOO, YOU KNOW!"
Feeling upset, I couldn't help but laugh at his remark. I sat on the bench
and continued, "Elvie, it's a party given by straight people. My friends
are going to be there. What do you think they'll say and think when I show
up in this getup? And what about the green junk you kept bringing in here?
What was that all about?"
Elvira appeared upset and said, "It was just a joke to throw you off,
that's all."
Ruth just shrugged his shoulders and sighed and proceeded to pick and
arrange my hair as if she was still not fully satisfied.
"Boof, they'll have no idea who you are. Trust me. It will be fun and
Ramiro will go ape-shit. He'll love it." Elvira said smiling.
"Fuck Ramiro! I said now feeling anger and Ruth piped in, "AY! No, he's
not my type."
"Shut up, Ruth." I said still angry and upset. Ruth looked at me and said,
"You better not cry cause you'll screw up your make-up."
Elvira knelt down and held my hands saying, "Look, it's a costume party,
everybody will dress up in all kinds of weird shit, okay. I've been to
hundreds of em and many - many, many guys use this time as an excuse to put
on panties and women's clothes. Trust me, I know. I've helped a lot of
supposedly straight guys get dressed up as women. Shit, many of them got
hard-ons as soon as they put on the panties."
Ruth piped in, "Oooh, I know I do."
Smiling, Elvira and I both said at the same time, "Shut up Ruth." and
burst out laughing.
"Elvie, you now what I've gone through in the past. I just don't want
anybody to publicly start announcing that I'm a queer. There's no need to
give people room to talk." and Ruth piped in, acting shocked, "Ay! You're a
queer?" l smiled, thinking this bitch has to go.
"Boof, Think back, you used to go out and get fucked up the ass and suck
anybody's cock for money. You were never discreet or careful. That's why
you got what you got. You earned that reputation and paid for it. That's
over! That's the past. Forget it, okay? This is now! Today! This is a
party and if people can identify you which I'll bet they won't. Shit! I'll
even bet you" and she turned and grabbed her purse on the dresser and pulled
out a large roll of money, "one-hundred dollars - that they won't have any
idea who you are. Look at yourself! Look in the mirror! Do you look the same?"
Ruth gently touched my arm to get my attention and said, "You went out and
did all those things and never invited me. What a bitch?"
I had to admit that she was right not that I was a bitch as Ruth pointed
out, but that I had been very reckless. At least, I was sure of the
improprieties that I had performed in the past, but I still felt very
apprehensive about performing tonight.
I was thinking about the consequences when Elvira, said, "Check it out."
and pointed to the bed, after removing a sheet, she had spread over it.
On the bed was a display of white clothing. A pair of white hose, a pair
of shiny white panties and a short, slinky white dress with little thin
straps. A pair of shiny, white, five-inch high-heeled shoes were sitting on
top of a box. By the edge of the box was a small bundle wrapped in white
china paper.
Up to now, I had only worn panties when Ramiro and I made love. I owned
quite a collection. I kept them in a drawer at Ramiro's apartment. The
majority, he had bought for me, mostly white, his favorite color, cause he
said my brown body contrasted nicely. The rest I got from Elvira. I had
never really considered dressing up for him as I had for others since the
subject never really came up. I can remember distinctly how much I loved to
dress up in Elvira's clothes but for some unexplainable reason, I never
brought up the subject with Ramiro. I guess it was because I was still
gun-shy from my last attempts for which I paid dearly.
I picked up the little dress, it was light as a feather. Fuck it! I
thought, why not? and I sat down to put on the hose. After I put on the
hose, I picked up the panties and Ruth said, "Aren't you going to put on
your pussy first."
"What? I said smiling, My pussy? - What the fuck is he talking about, I
thought, looking over to the bed. I guess I was looking for a pussy or
something.
Elvira started laughing and said, "Damn, Ruben, you're so gross! Wait let
me explain this." and she picked up the little bundle, wrapped in the white
china paper. She opened it and held up a tiny little thing, something that
looked like a jockstrap but with real small straps. She went on to explain
that it was made to cover up genital bulge. I looked at it and thought,
it's too small. Not that I was built like a horse, far from it but it
looked like it would be real tight. Actually, it was made specifically to
tightly hold you cock and balls in place and literally smash them against
and almost inside your body. She jokingly added, "You don't want to get
excited and walk around with a large lump bulging out in front of your
dress, do you? Here put it on."
I took it from her and examined it. The straps were made of some sort of
webbed elastic and it had a semi-soft cup type insert that was soft and
spongy on the outside. I pulled it on. It was extremely tight. The thin
straps cut into my body and I folded my dick back down, covering it and my
balls with the cup as I pulled up the straps. I tried to adjusted it but it
felt too tight and uncomfortable .
"Like this." said Ruth and she tugged the straps up hard and the cup
nestled backwards between my legs. Though the straps were real tight, the
cup insert no longer bothered me. "See, now you have a pussy." said Ruth.
I looked down and where my cock usually created a little bulge, I had a
rounded smooth contoured mound. It looked like the women's crotches in the
panty and swim suit advertisement in the Sears catalogs. Shit, I thought,
it looks like I've got a pussy. I put on the panties and Elvira blind
stitched the straps onto to the underlying straps to create a one-piece
illusion.
I pulled on the dress and it flowed over me. The front was gathered and
tight, fluffed out with darts, slightly bulging like small breasts. It
appeared that it wasn't touching my skin, since I couldn't feel the
material. When I looked down, I had the appearance of having small breasts.
I touched my chest and felt thin padded inserts. Elvira has sewn falsies
into it.
"Wait, let me add the finishing touches" said Ruth and put a white,
gold-specked beaded necklace around my neck, clasped some long dangling
matching earring on my earlobes. He picked up a tube of a pinkish-almost
orange lipstick, and applied it to my lips, asking me to smack them
together. She turned and picked up some cigarettes and a lighter and
putting everything in a little purse, slung on my shoulder. It was a small
matching white purse with a gold-chain strap.
"Come on Girl! Put on the shoes!" shrieked Elvira, "and check out the sexy
momma! Go ahead look in the mirror.
I stepped into the shoes and walked over to the mirror. I couldn't believe
my eyes. Staring back at me was a thin young girl, dressed in a sexy,
trampy white outfit. I turned sideways and noticed no protrusion around my
crotch except for the small breast-like bulges on my chest. I touched my
crotch, rubbing and felt for my dick. All I felt was the soft spongy
texture of the cup which surprisingly felt like rubbing and pressing on
human flesh. I turned and faced the mirror and lifted up my short dress and
saw my smooth white panty covered crotch with no bulge whatsoever. I still
couldn't believe it. I checked my ass to make sure the dress wasn't above
the bare skin of my thigh-high hose. It barely covered the area. I didn't
know who I looked like but it wasn't the Boof I knew. It was someone else.
Someone completely different. The wild-looking wide eyes still kept me
captivated. I looked so altered, so changed, so bewitched or something. I
couldn't describe myself to myself, but I sure as hell didn't look like me.
We said our good-byes and like good queens, pecked each other on the cheeks
and I left with Ruben in his car. I remember thinking as I rode in the car
while Ruben, in a high falsetto, sang along with the radio, about the noise
I made as I walked to the car. It was that familiar sound click-clack,
click-clack high-heeled shoes make. A sound that always announced Elvira's
arrival.
We arrived at the house and the party was going full strength. "Remember,
you're a lady! No fucking around in the bushes and sit down when you pee,
okay?" said Ruth as I got off the car. I smiled, as I waved him off. In my
excitement, I had never noticed the time.
I walked towards the door with the little purse bouncing against my hip and
the click-clack, click-clack sound of my shoes, echoing through the air. I
felt like all the neighborhood could hear it.
I got to the door and some tall, muscular Anglo guy that looked like a
football player in a pirate costume was coming out. "Come in!" he said, "I
was just leaving somewhere but MMM maybe I won't. Come on in." and opened
the door wider. I whispered, softly, "Hi!". Attempting to talk feminine
only makes it worse. It was standard practice for drag-queens to use there
own voice but make it sound different by talking in low whispers. I heard
him whisper to himself as I passed him, "Nice!"
I walked inside and as I walked, I felt my legs shaking. I thought, OH! My
God! I hope I don't fall down. I looked around and only the guys stared,
smiled and said hello. I smiled back. I saw a girl I knew. I had history
class with her so I smiled. She glared back and turned her face. Some
other girl asked her who I was and what was I supposed to be dressed as. I
heard the girl answer, as I walked away, "I guess she's supposed to be a
prostitute or something. Damn, her dress is short!" I glanced over my
shoulder to see her punch her date in his side as he stared at me blankly.
I smiled.
I walked around looking at all the people. Some I knew quite well. Others
I had never seen. The ones I knew well, I would stare at and smile and they
would just smile back with no expression of recognition. So far, Elvira was
right. I was safe still.
I wandered nervously all over the place and saw a lot of people I knew but
was afraid to talk to any of them. I stood in the living room and tensely
looked around. I realized I had to pee - BAD! I noticed a clock on the
wall and was surprised to see that it was ten-thirty already. Shit, Ramiro
must have gotten off at ten. I did a real fast calculation in my head and
decided that he would be in around eleven - Damn, I shuddered as the
pressure in my bladder increased. I walked over to a girl and asked her for
the bath room. With a few words, she said with a motion of her head,
"Right-girls, left-boys.". I walked to her right towards a hall and saw a
long line of about twenty girls. Oh! Great! I turned and walked the other
way.
As I entered the hall to her left, I saw two guys in line, leaning against
the wall about half-way down. I walked over and stood behind them. One of
them turned around and said, "This is for guys!" I whispered softly, "I
know. Have you seen the line at the girls' bathroom?" He smiled. The door
opened and another pirate, a shorter one, walked out, talking to someone
behind him. As he talked, he stopped and kept the door wide open. I could
see another tall pirate behind him. It was the muscular doorman. He was
looking down, shaking his dick or something very small that could have been
a dick. He turned and I saw him, holding between his thumb and forefinger,
a small piece of flesh, shaking it vigorously. Still shaking his little
thing, and looking up, at the small pirate, he opened his mouth to talk when
he saw me. I smiled. His face turned beet-red and he shouted, "CLOSE THE
FUCKING DOOR, ASS-HOLE!"
I started giggling as the door was slammed. The two other guys did the
same. One turned around, looking at me, said, "His name's Tiny." and we
giggled louder. After a few minutes, the door flew open and the two pirates
stomped out fast. I was still giggling. The two guys went in and out
within seconds. Another two guys stood behind me and as I went in, I said,
"Don't let anyone in." I closed the door and checked to make sure the door
locked - it did - WHEW! I noticed the seat was all wet, UGH! Guys are such
pigs. I wiped it with toilet paper and picking up my skirt, struggling with
the tight panties sewn to the gaff, pulled them down and sat down. I
giggled as I remembered Ruth's advice.
I was startled as I heard a bang on the door and someone yelling,
"HURRY UP!" I finished and slowly taking my time, got everything together
and in place. I walked out slowly.
I finally found my way to the back yard and walked unto a large patio,
where people were dancing. The music was loud and fast. There were at
least one hundred people gyrating to the sounds. I stood at the end of the
patio and saw some of the most ridiculous costumes - two or three witches, a
couple of cowboys, one sailor, one guy wearing a toga, a bunch of Draculas,
the short pirate, a lot of home-made jobs that really resembled nothing and
- YES! - three drag-queens. One of the queens looked cute - small and
petite, but the other two looked like ogres - huge guys with large hairy
arms. They all had their legs shaved but their crotches bulged out
obscenely. I wanted to laugh but instead rubbed my hand over my crotch like
I was brushing off lint. No bulge - I still had a pussy-like mound - Whew!
I sighed a sigh of relief. Some guy walked past me and asked the small
drag-queen to dance and they walked out on the floor with nobody paying
attention.
As I stood there, I scanned the crowd for Ramiro's face but no such luck.
I stood on my tip-toes for a better view and panicked when I felt the cool
autumn breeze hit the back of my bare thighs where the white thigh-high hose
ended. Embarrassed, I felt a rush of heat through my body cause I could
hear some guys talking behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed
some guys standing a few yards behind me leaning against a fence. They
weren't talking anymore but staring at me. The tall pirate was among them,
also staring. I shuddered, thinking, act like a lady, act like a lady,
tugging down on the back of my dress.
I considered moving when the tall pirate appeared next to me and said, "I
know you!" and I almost pissed in my panties. I was standing on my five
inch heels and he was still at least six inches taller. He took off the
ridiculous pirate hat he was wearing and said, "Yeah, I know, I know you."
I stared at him. I didn't believe my eyes could have gotten wider. I
freaked out. I covered my mouth and felt the slick coating on my lips. I
forgot I was wearing lipstick. I stared at him and wondered, Shit! - he
knows me already but who the hell is he?
"Don't act. You know who I am and I know who you are." he said smiling,
"I'm the doorman. Remember? I opened the door for you." A big sigh of
relief escaped my lips and I smiled and said, "Oh! Hi! Yeah that's right.
You're...... called Tiny?.......Right?" as softly as I could.
Instantly the smile left his lips, and he said, "NO! It's John -- Big
John!" and he flexed his arms as though he was posing in a muscleman show.
I smiled, and thought, Yeah Right! I saw you -- "Tiny"! - but remained silent.
He glanced around awhile and finally said, "Want a drink or something?"
motioning with his head towards a beer keg sitting at the corner of the
patio. "No, thank you," I whispered.
"WHAT?" he yelled, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Pointing to this ear, "THE MUSIC
IS TOO LOUD!." and circling his arm around my waist, pulled and guided me
towards the beer keg. Shit! I thought - I just got here and I'm already I
trouble.
I allowed him to propel me through the maddening crowd. Trying to
recognize faces, I turned my head from side to side,, as we whizzed by them.
All the faces were a blur. When we got to a small area by the keg, the tall
pirate, Tiny, disappeared.
Looking around, I noticed several couples sitting and/or standing around.
As soon as a slow piece was played, they cleared the area, leaving a large
deserted space, as they headed towards the dance floor.
Tiny returned with two large cups of beer, foaming over the sides. He hand
me one and I took it. Since beer made me pee and I didn't want to go again,
I took a small sip and peered over the edge as I drank, noticing the dancing
couples as they suggestively swayed together, pressed tightly against each
other, leaving no space between the bodies. I remembered Ramiro and resumed
my quest of scanning the crowd for his face.
Tiny pulled up two stools and sat down offering me one. Still scanning the
crowd, and already slightly conscious of the uncomfortable high-heels, I
absent mindedly pulled the stool and hopped on. Actually, I realized that I
was higher now and the new height provided a better view. Tiny took off
somewhere.
As I slowly sipped the beer, I scanned the crowd, but still no Ramiro. I
started feeling nervous and felt like smoking a cigarette. I opened the
purse and pulled one out, but I realized I was holding a beer cup in one
hand and I couldn't take out the lighter, too. I looked around but there
was no place to set down the beer.
Suddenly, a flame burst in my face as someone lit a lighter, I jerked back
and looked up. It was some thin, tall, lanky Chicano guy with greasy
slicked-back hair and a small pencil-thin mustache. He had a light
complexion and beautiful big green eyes. I looked him up and down. He was
wearing some dark baggy pants with large pleats in front and a dark shirt
with three-quarter length sleeves. He looked kind of cute. I gathered he
was costumed to be a Pachuco (gang member) or something, but it was hard to
decide because some Chicano guys dressed like that anyway. As I wondered,
he removed all doubt, when he opened his mouth and said, "Orale, Chula, una
lumbre (which means, Okay, cutie, a light) in the familiar sing-song Pachuco
style. I hated it. They all thought they sounded tough and mean but to me
they sounded illiterate and stupid. I put the cigarette in my mouth and
sucked. After it was lit, I turned my head sideways to release the smoke
and said, "Thanks".
"De nada, Bebita, lo que tu quieres." (For nothing, Baby, what ever you
want), he intoned in a low voice in the same sing-song manner, I suppose,
attempting to sound sexy. OOOH! that style of speaking made me sick.
After I turned my face, I turned my body slightly, hoping that by not
facing him, he would get the idea that I wasn't interested. I scanned the
crowd, still no Ramiro.
"A quien buscas, Chula? Aqui estoy yo!" (Who are you looking for cutie?,
Here I am.), He murmured as he noticed me looking around. I ignored him.
He stood there bobbing his head trying to look cool and said something under
his breathe. This was a ploy aimed at getting the girl to ask the guy what
he said and before she knew it, she's swept away by his charms. In this
case, he was shit out of luck. He had no charm.
I continued looking around and as I scanned across the side of the porch, I
noticed that there was a little crowd of guys standing where the couples
stood before. They were looking at my direction. I panicked thinking that
my maybe they could tell I was a male. I heard the guy sniff, attempting to
suppress laughter. I turned and looked at him. He was staring at the guys
and then turned and looked down at my legs. Those ass-holes were trying to
look up my dress. Actually, when I looked down, they didn't have to try.
My short skirt was hiked up about level with the tops of the hose and if I
leaned forward a little and looked down, I could see my white panties. I
jammed the little purse in my crotch and draped my arm over my legs in a
vain attempt to cover up. They all started laughing and scattered. The
Pachuco looked and me and appeared to be ready to say something, when
angrily, I said, "Get lost, shit-head!"
"Orale pues, mama, Te watcho." (Okay then, mamma, watch ya later), said
the Pachuco and ambled off. What a shit!, I thought.
As soon as he moved off, Tiny came back and took my beer cup, asking,
"Who's the hoodlum? and without waiting for an answer, he replaced my beer
cup with another cup that had a dark liquid with ice floating in it, and
continued, "Taste that - I made it myself and it's good!"
I looked in the cup and held it up to my nose and sniffed. It was some
kind of hard-liquor, whiskey or something, I wasn't sure. I actually
preferred hard liquor over beer and mixed with Coke, could drink gallons. If
this guy was trying to get me drunk, he was in for a big surprise.
"Go ahead. Taste it." he urged, taking a big swallow out of a large cup
with a logo of Texas A&M college on the side. I took a sip and the fluid
burned my throat as I swallowed. It was far more liquor than Coke. I
coughed and sputtered, swallowing and gulping air, clearing my throat,
trying to keep from choking.
The small pirate was standing next to Tiny with a big grin on his face.
Tiny turned his head, cupping his mouth, got next to the small pirate's ear
and said something. The small pirate looked at him and shouted, "WHAT? I
DIDN'T GET THAT!" Again Tiny cupped his mouth, and leaned down to his ear
but this time, he shouted and I heard, "This fucking Mexican chicks can't
drink. All you have to do is get them drunk and then you can take them home
and fuck them. They give good head and I heard they all love it up the ass
so they won't get pregnant. Fucking bitches are always pregnant!" The
small pirate let out a whoop of laughter and looking at me piped, "Go for
it, BIG JOHN - buddy!"
Continued in "The Senior Year" (Part 2) (Story I)
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Date: Thu, 5 Oct 1995 00:36:23 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Subject: Story I (Part 2)
The Senior Year (Continuation: Part 2) (Story I)
Tiny took another large gulp from his cup and looked at me stupidly and
with a big dumb grin on his face, asked, "Want to dance, UH! UH! What's your
name anyway? and took another gulp. He was swaying back and forth and I
remembered the drunk Anglo guy, Elvira had on her porch so many years ago.
Thinking as fast as I could, I said, "I already told you and I'm not going
to tell you again, cause you don't listen."
"Yeah, that's right," he said staggering, "I remember. It was, UM, UM,
UM, don't tell me - I remember. You thought I wasn't listening, Right?"
and he turned around and cupping his hand again, shouted into the little
pirate's ear, "What the fuck is this bitch's name?' The pirate just
shrugged his shoulders.
I thought, Bitch! Huh? I was getting ready to retaliate when I saw the
back of Ramiro head, as he stood no more than five feet from me looking the
other way into the crowd. Tiny was staggering and getting closer to me in
an apparent move to say something else. I put my hand on his chest and gave
him a little push, saying, "Excuse me!"
I intended to go stand next to Ramiro and surprise him.
Unexpectedly, however, Tiny staggered back and started to fall. He tumbled
back and fell down, hitting two girls and Ramiro, knocking one girl over. I
was stunned. I didn't think I had pushed that hard or maybe, he was drunker
than I thought.
Ramiro turned when Tiny landed on his ankles and looking down tried to pick
him up. Tiny was furious, pushing everyone away who tried to help him. He
scrambled up by himself, and for a drunk, was up in seconds, brushing
himself and muttering as he walked away, glaring back at Ramiro.
I started laughing, not giggling, laughing - loud, real loud! Ramiro
turned around and looked at me with a funny look on his face. I covered my
mouth and tried to stifle the laughter. Ramiro just stared at me. I stopped
laughing and just smiled at him. He had no expression on his face, either
of surprise, anger, humor, or recognition, or anything I could identify. He
just had a blank stare. I was positive that he had recognized me by my
laughter. I got off the stool to walk to him but he turned and started
walking away, glancing back every now and then until he reached the beer
keg. I stood in the same spot after I got off the stool and watched, as he
took a cup and poured some beer, glancing at me every now and then. Finally
a mutual close friend of ours, Cipriano, nick-named Zippy, walked up to him
and they started to talk, laughing about something that was apparently
hilarious.
I slowly walked in his direction and Zippy, who was facing towards me,
motioned to Ramiro with his head and muttered something. Ramiro turned and
we stared at each other as I neared him. As I got closer, I pulled a
cigarette out of my purse. In a soft whisper, I asked to no one in
particular, it could have been him or Zippy, "Can I have a light?" as I
held up the cigarette.
Ramiro looked at me in a straight poker face, said, I don't smoke." which
he did. However, Zippy promptly pulled out a lighter and said, "I do." and
flicked his BIC. As I took to drag off the cigarette, I kept my eyes
directly on Ramiro. He stood there sort of shuffling his feet, looking down.
"Thanks, Zi...." I stopped myself. I almost called him by his name and I
was sure he'd recognize me. I kept staring at Ramiro and he never looked at me.
"What do you think of the party?" Zippy asked. I turned to look at him
and he was looking at me, so I presumed, he was talking to me. I answered,
still whispering softly, "It's okay."
"Well, I think it's great. Check out all the crazy costumes." Zippy
stated looking around, then turning to me said, "Why aren't you dressed up
or is what you're wearing a costume, I mean, like maybe you're supposed to
be somebody famous or something like that. You know, like a ....something,
I don't know." and turning to Ramiro, he said, sounding nervous, "Come on,
Vato help me out."
Neither he nor Ramiro were dressed in a costume, just normal dress-up
clothes. Ramiro turned and looked at me up and down and said, "Well,
whatever or whoever you're supposed to be. It's nice." and smiled and then
added, "Hey, guys, I gotta go. I'm looking for someone." and took off.
Zippy watched him go and as I started to reach for Ramiro and call him,
Zippy turned to me and said, "What did you say you're name was?"
I followed Ramiro answering Zippy with, "I didn't say."
I started out slowly but picked up my pace as I saw him disappearing into
the crowd. I didn't want to loose sight of him. He stopped and looked
around, took a few more steps and looked some more. I noticed that he was
going around the patio and would eventually wind up in the same spot. So I
slowed down and turned, walking back, looking over my shoulder to make sure
he didn't go elsewhere.
Zippy was gone from the keg and I walked past it, circling around, keeping
my eyes on Ramiro and I bumped into Zippy again. I guess he noticed my
interest in Ramiro and said, "Hey, you want to meet him."
"YES!" and pushing him away towards Ramiro, I said "Bring him over here.
Quick." Zippy started to walk towards Ramiro but stopped, and said,
"What's you're name, anyway?" I said, "Just go!"
Zippy pushed his way through the crowd and grabbed Ramiro's arm, pointing
towards me, he said something. Ramiro looked at me and shook his head.
Zippy insisted and Ramiro just laughed throwing back his head shaking an
apparent no.
Zippy looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders in a, "Sorry, I tried",
sort of way. He turned to Ramiro and said something else. Finally Ramiro
smiled and walked towards me, as Zippy took off on the other direction. A
big smile was on is face as he approached, I thought, Damn, he looks cute.
"Hi! What's going on? I hope you didn't think I was being rude but I was
really looking for somebody." he said, still looking around.
"Oh, really?" I said, smiling, "Who? Anybody, I know,....... a girlfriend,
maybe?"
"Yeah! a girlfriend but you don't know her." still looking around, he
added, "What's you're name anyway? I've never seen you around."
Stalling, and avoiding the question, I said, "Where's you're friend, the
cute one." Actually, Zippy was not bad looking but he was a real clown
always acting stupid and silly and I could never take him serious.
"Who Zippy? Ramiro asked surprised. I nodded my head. "Oh, him. He went
inside and out front to see if he could find my friend. I was supposed to
be here a long time ago and he doesn't have a ride. He's gonna be pissed."
"I thought you said a girlfriend!" I asked teasing, and added, "This
friend sounds very important to you. What's he look like? Maybe I can help
you find him."
"Naw, that's okay. He's bound to show up and I'll just wait around. Hey,
listen, I really am sorry but I gotta go. Nice meeting you, okay?" and
started to back off.
"No! Wait!" I snapped, "I'll go with you." and grabbed his hand tight. He
didn't grab back and sort of twisted his hand a little in a feeble attempt
to disengage himself from my grip. I gripped tighter.
We walked through the crowd, hand in hand, both of us searching. I could
hardly keep myself from laughing. He actually didn't recognize me and I
guess, figured, I was some sort of slut after his body. I actually was but
he'd find out later.
I was having a good time playing this charade. He stopped all kinds
of people, we both knew, asking them if they'd seen Boof, never making an
effort to introduce me. I just tagged along enjoying the ride. I was
having a wonderful time. Elvira really knew her shit. No one recognized
me. Shit, I thought, I owe her one hundred dollars.
After running all over the place, my feet were killing me. I wanted to
tell him that I had to sit down but I was afraid to let go of his hand.
Finally, after checking the front yard for the second time, he decided that
Boof was not there and I noticed a change in his demeanor. He looked upset
and getting angry.
As we headed back to the patio, I stopped and leaned on a car, parked in
the driveway next to the house. Still playing the game, I said, "Please,
wait, I'm tired. Hey, look, it's apparent that your little friend,
girlfriend or whatever, didn't show up, so I was thinking. Why don't you
and I go just go your place and fool around, okay?"
He took a deep sigh and said, "First of all, it's not...little friend,
okay? And don't worry about whether he showed up or not. It's not your
problem. It's mine and I'll deal with it. And no! I don't have a place to
go anyway to fool around. How old are you anyway? You're just a kid!
Shit, I don't even know your name."
We were standing in the driveway between the house and the car I leaned on.
I looked around and checked for other people. No one was around. Most of
the crowd was either inside or out on the patio dancing. I reached down and
grabbed his crotch. His reaction was instantaneous, jumping back and
pushing my hand.
Embarrassment, written all over his face, he said, as he held my wrists,
"What's the fuck wrong with you, anyway?"
As anxious, as I could sound, I whispered, "I want to suck your cock. I
want you to fuck my ass. We've done before, why not tonight?"
"WHAT?" He replied, staring at me real hard, completely confused and
bewildered, he looked around and added, "I've never seen you before in my
life!"
I just smiled at him. He kept staring, holding my wrists and I turned my
hand and gripped his. He kept looking into my eyes. I winked my eye and
kept smiling. Then his countenance slowly softened and he asked, "Boof?"
not sounding to certain.
I hesitated a while, looked down shyly and said as I looked back into his
eyes, "Live and in color!....... Surprised!!"
His eyes widened and he stammered, "Damn! I can't believe it. You're...
Damn!.. You're... different! You look so different! I can't get over it."
He stretched out my arms and leaned back to look at me. "Damn! Boof! You
look so damn different! You look great! Wow! Real sexy!" he continued in
a real surprised tone. He let go of my arms and grabbed me, picking me up
and squeezing hard, laughing as he did it. I laughed along with him. He
finally put me down and just held me and we stood there with our crotches
jammed tightly together. He looked so happy and his smile made him look so
cute that I started to kiss him. He kissed back and rubbed my ass,
squeezing it hard.
We disengaged just as Zippy and two other mutual friends were coming up the
drive. "Hey! I see you guys met. So when's the wedding?" greeted Zippy,
smiling, a big silly grin, as he stood there as if waiting for an invitation.
I could feel the heat of embarrassment on my face. I believe Ramiro was
also embarrassed cause he cleared his throat too many times. We all stood
around clearing our throats and finally, Ramiro said, "Hey. we gotta go.
I.... I have to work tomorrow."
"On Sunday? Nobody works on Sunday, Vato!" crowed Zippy, adding, "Hell,
just call in sick. It's Saturday! Shit, the party just started!" and he
grabbed me around the waist and spun around me as if we were dancing. I
couldn't breathe. He was holding me too tight.
Finally he let me go and I grabbed Ramiro and hugged him, hoping he
wouldn't do it again. Again Ramiro said, pulling me along towards the front
of the house, "Naw, Vato, we gotta go, later".
Zippy called out as we walked away, "Hey! What's her name?" Ramiro and I
looked at each other and burst out laughing.
The details of our conversation as we walked to his car are not too clear.
I really don't remember much, other than the fact that we were laughing all
the way. He kept saying stuff like how surprised he was, how different and
good I looked, and how much him and everybody else was fooled. He
especially talked about him thinking that I was some horny bitch trying to
come onto him. Our laughter intermingled with the click-clack sound of my
shoes as we walked on the sidewalk towards his car.
Due to the success of the party and the mass of vehicles, I guess he
couldn't park closer and parked on a side street about three blocks away.
The neighborhood was deathly quiet and the strains of the music coming from
the party were barely audible. Of course, our laughter helped in drowning
out the sounds.
We finally reached the car. Unsteady due to the residual laughter, Ramiro
was having trouble sticking the key into the latch and I was leaning on him,
laughing just as hard.
All of a sudden, we were both startled, as we heard a voice say. "HEY!
MOTHER-FUCKER! I OWE YOU ONE."
Out of nowhere without making a sound, somebody had walked right behind us.
I guess that due to our laughter, we never heard a thing. It was Tiny and
the small pirate, drunk on their butts.
Ramiro straightened up and I froze. Ramiro spoke first, saying, "Hey!
Listen, guys. We don't want no trouble, okay? We're leaving. Just be
cool, okay? No need to get ugly or anything, Right?'
"UGLY! shouted Tiny, "Ugly is what you're gonna be when I get through with
you, Mother-fucker! Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it. I'm gonna
kick your ass."
"What the fuck's your problem? Ass-hole!" said Ramiro in a voice I had
never heard before, "Nobody's fucking with you!"
"Naw, Mother-fucker! You did!" cried Tiny, "You're the one who pushed me
and tried to knock my ass down. Don't think I didn't see you. Where are
you're friends now, Mother-fucker?"
I remembered that I was the one who pushed him and I guess in his
drunkenness he assumed it was Ramiro or maybe he didn't want to fight a girl
or least someone that looked like a girl.
"Hey, wait a minute! I shouted, "I, pushed you, you Dumb-ass! I'm the one
that knocked you down. He had nothing to do with that. Now leave him alone!"
"Or what? You gonna kick my ass, Bitch! You're gonna suck my cock that's
what you're gona do, but first I'm gonna kick this beaner's ass." and while
talking, he unexpectedly swung at Ramiro, knocking him against me with a
devastating blow to his jaw.
I tried to hold him up and almost fell, when I felt his weight lifted off
me. The short pirate had grabbed him and started to hold him up. As the
short pirate held Ramiro, Tiny reared back landed another blow to his face.
Swinging both arms, he landed fist after fist with pin-point accuracy on his
face.
I was pissed, really pissed. I pushed the short pirate as hard as I could
almost falling with my own momentum. I guess with the extra weight and the
unexpected shove, the short pirate couldn't maintain his equilibrium and
fell, hitting the asphalt with a loud thud and Ramiro on top of him. I
attempted to deliver a kick to the short pirate's side as he lay on the
ground struggling but my foot just kicked thin air.
I had missed him completely as I was lifted completely off the ground.
Tiny had gotten behind me and putting his arms around dragged me back. I
kicked, struggled and jammed my arms and fists into his body but he wouldn't
let go. Now I was extremely pissed off and I wasn't about to give up and
struggled harder. Turning around, he slammed me on the trunk of the car and
dropped on top of me. A big whoosh of air left my lungs as I landed. As I
tried to inhale, his body weight squeezed out more air. I lay there
suffocating but I was determined to kick his ass one way or another. I
could hear his puffing and huffing and feel his hot breathe on my neck. I
struggled trying violently to kick him.
"Get off me! You sorry piss of shit! I cursed and spit, thrashing and
struggling.
As I struggled, I felt his hot breathe on my ear saying, "That's it,
Bitch, fight me! You like it rough! Come on make it hard! Fight me!"
The short pirate was up and I saw him kick Ramiro a few times. I was
getting madder by the moment. I puffed and huffed as I struggled, kicked,
and shook trying to get loose.
"OOOH! You're miserable mother-fuckers! Let me go! You bastard,
son-of-a-bitch! Let me go!" I shouted.
"Come on, John! Let's get out of here!" said the short pirate, huffing and
puffing too, "We don't need this shit!" he cried.
"Naw, Man! Check it out. This bitch is gonna get it, as soon as I can turn
her around." he puffed and huffed heavily, trying to hold me as I struggled
to get loose.
"You fucking, Sorry, no-good bastard! Let me go! You son-of-a-bitch!", I
cried, struggling and yelling.
"Fuck! I can't turn her over! Shit! Fucking bitch is strong!" he
groaned, as he let go with one arm and applied all his weight on me back. I
felt like I was being smashed flat, real slow. I was also starting to tire.
I felt his hand on my ass since my dress was hiked all the way up.
"Quick grab her hands and shut her up!" he shouted at the pirate, who
jumped on the trunk and almost sat on me. He held me in a sort of
head-lock, pressing his hand on my mouth and holding my wrist with the
other. My teeth cut into the inside of my gums as he applied intense
pressure. I was positive that I was gonna suffocate then.
"MMMFMFFFM" were the only sounds I could make. I was actually cussing them
and trying to yell.
I could feel Tiny's hands as he rubbed my ass, pinching the tight panty
material, trying to pull off my panties. I panicked. I remember thinking,
SHIT! - this sorry mother-fucker is actually going to try to butt-fuck me.
If I were a woman, it would be rape. I couldn't believe it. Stuff kept
going through my mind like, is it rape if you're a male or does rape apply
to women only? I was harshly brought back into reality as he pinched my
ass-cheeks when he grabbed the material, trying to tear the panties. I
mouthed sounds through the clamped fingers on my mouth and struggled harder.
He grabbed a handful of panty material and yanked. The elastic sewn to the
tight bulge retainer didn't give but the rear of panties ripped to shreds.
He tore and ripped the rear panel of the panties about two or three times,
exposing my ass. He tried to kick my legs open but I held them tight
together and as stiff as I could. Giving up, he stuck his hand between my
legs and I could feel him pull on the insert holding my dick and balls. I
was still moaning and groaning sounds as I tried to kick him.
Still puffing heavily, he said, "I think this bitch is on the rag. so I'm
gonna fuck her in the ass." I guess he thought that the insert was part of a
menstrual shield used by women when on their periods.
I remember thinking, you are one stupid, sorry, dumb-ass,
Mother-fucker, Tiny! He was actually going to try to butt-fuck me. Right
there and then. I still couldn't believe it.
He spit on his hand and jammed his wet fingers into my ass-hole, probing
forcefully and brutally, trying to moisten the entrance. I was still
struggling but not as forceful as before, but still mouthing and humming
sounds. As he struggled with his belt, he shifted his weight a little off me.
Surprisingly, I still had one shoe on one foot and picking up that foot, I
tried to jam the heel into his foot but I wasn't sure where it was. So I
just jammed and missed, making a clack sound as the heel hit the asphalt. I
tried again and hit the mark.
"OW! FUCK!" YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he yelled, and I felt hope as some of his
weight got off me and I remember thinking, I've got you now you sorry piece
of shit.
Simultaneously, lights exploded in my eyes and my face slammed hard on the
trunk-lid. He had viciously punched me in the back of the head. A numbing
sensation covered my face as my nose and lips smashed into the trunk-lid.
With all my strength sapped out immediately, I couldn't hold up my head or
focus my eyes. I could taste the copper taste of blood in my mouth. I
licked my lips and could taste even more. The bright colors were still
flashing before my eyes. Thump! My face smashed into the car trunk-lid
again as he punched me on the back of the head one more time. I vaguely
remember feeling no more pain and gradully slipping into darkness.
As I lay their stunned, trying to hold up my head and determine what had
happened, I was brutally wrenched back into reality as intense pain
radiated through me as he rammed his little cock into my ass-hole. I
stiffened with pain but couldn't hold up my head. I had almost passed out
due to the vicious punches and had been too involved with the blood in my
mouth that I forgot his original intentions. I felt him pumping me as his
little cock tore into my ass-hole. The short pirate let me go and jumped
off the car. I thought he was going to leave or something.
"AW MAN! THIS ASS IS TIGHT! TED, YOU OUGHT TO TRY IT!" huffed Tiny, as he
pumped his cock into me and drilled my ass-hole roughly.
"Come on Ted, stick our cock in her mouth!" huffed Tiny as he picked me up
with one hand under my waist and grabbed a handful of hair behind my head,
moving me around and off the car, forcing me to bend over. The pain on my
scalp was excruciating and I grabbed his hand, yelling, "OW! Shit! Let me
go you, Ass-hole!" As he bend me over, spit and blood flowed from my mouth
and I could hear it splatter on the asphalt like I had spit out a mouthful
of water. His hand full of my hair was held straight out, forcing my head
backwards.
I guess, Ted was the short pirate's name cause I heard a zipper sound and
opening my eyes saw him thrusting his cock towards my face. It was also a
miniature replica of Tiny's. I tried to turn my head but he also grabbed my
hair and, growled, "Open your mouth Bitch!"
At this point in time, I remember earnestly contemplating, biting his
fucking pecker off, if he put it in my mouth. I was one pissed off queen.
I heard a loud - "THUNK! I felt my body slowing being weighted down and
falling to one side, as though Tiny was falling and hanging on to me for
dear life.
I drifted towards the ground and my head was yanked back up. I was
half-way down to the ground when Ted's hands yanked on me as he held on to
my hair.
Tiny had completely released me and I was on my knees, holding my hair with
both hands grimacing in pain, crying, "OWWWWWWWWW! as Ted hung onto my hair.
I heard another loud - "THUNK!" and the grip on my hair, slowly melted,
evaporating completely.
I remained on my knees, rubbing my head, trying to ease the burning
sensation on my scalp and attempting to get up but all my senses were
somewhere else. My legs shook as I put pressure on them and i couldn't seem
to maintain my balance. I couldn't fucking get up. I was also cussing up a
storm.
A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Moving me away rapidly, whoever it
was, bend over and picked something off the ground, jamming it into my side.
I was roughly pushed and half-dragged to the side of the car towards the
open door. I looked towards the person but my eyes were all cloudy and
watery and I couldn't focus. The person kept shoving whatever it was into
my side and roughly pushed me onto the car seat, dumping the objects in my
side on my lap and slamming the car door.
I looked down and wiped my eyes with my hands. My face was dripping wet
with blood, sweat, and tears. Focusing my eyes, I noticed that the objects
on my lap were my shoes and the little white purse.
The door flew open and I cringed back, picking up a shoe to deliver a blow
with the sharp thin heel.
It was Ramiro. His face was all bloody and swollen. He threw a lead metal
pipe on the floor at my feet and started the car.
The car lurched forward and the tires squealed and screeched as we left the
area. He drove like a mad-man for about three or four blocks finally
stopping at the red light. I looked over at him and moved over to see his
face. The street lights did not really illuminate the damage but it
appeared extensive.
"God! Ramiro! Look at what they did to you! We've got to take you to a
hospital! You're face looks awful! It's all swollen and bloody!" I cried
feeling anger and hostility rise in me. I felt so bad for him.
The light changed and Ramiro slowly pulled into the intersection, driving
into an all night convenience store. He parked and stopped the car.
Turning sideways he pulled me into his arms and squeezed. Moving his head
back, he asked almost crying, "Are you all right? Are you hurt? Damn,
look at your face!" and he hugged me tightly again his body, heaving as he
started crying.
My face? What's wrong with my face? As I squeezed back, I lifted my arm
behind him and brought my hand up to my face, touching softly. It felt
okay. It didn't feel swollen or anything. It was a little tender but not
what I would call painful.
I pulled back and said, "Listen, I'm fine! - but you're not. We have to go
to a hospital, Ramiro! You could have a broken jaw or something! Please,
I'll drive. Let's go to a hospital, please???" I pleaded almost on the
verge of tears. I was terrified at the thought that he could be really hurt.
Looking in the rear-view mirror, he started laughing and said,
"Apparently, you've never been in a fight. I've looked worse, much worse!
Naw! Nothing's broken." he continued, as he inspected his face, pressing
hard and rubbing the swollen areas.
I stared at him and grimaced as I imagined the pain he must be going
through. "Please, Ramiro! Let's go to a hospital. You're hurt and this
isn't funny!" I cried again, frightened out of my mind He was right I had
never been in this type of situation.
Smiling broadly, he flashed a row of sparkling white teeth and said,
"Yeah, right! We go to a hospital and walk right in. You look like a girl
who just happens to be all bloody with her clothes all torn-up and she's
half-way naked. You don't think anybody is going to ask questions? Hell,
they'll probably want to examine you. You look like you were savagely
beaten up and raped or something! They'll probably call the cops if you
refuse. Do you have any idea how you look? Do you have any idea what could
happen? You're under-age! They'll call you're parents! Not to mention the
fact that they'll find out that you're not really a girl."
My eyes widened as his questions and words penetrated my terrified brain
and I grasped his train of thought. I was alarmed and horrified at the
thought of what could have happened.
Suddenly, we were both startled and jumped as someone knocked on the window
and yelled, "Hey! Are you guys, okay?
We turned and saw a tall skinny cowboy, staring at us. We both laughed and
I yelled, "YES! We're fine! We're okay! No problem! We got the truck's
number." and shaking his head, he walked off.
Ramiro started the car and looking over his shoulder, backed out of hte
parking lot. As he was backing up, asked, "What truck?"
"The one that hit us......You know the truck? It's a joke, Ramiro?.....
Get it?..... Never mind." I answered.
We drove to Elvira's house and parked in the alley. We scampered around
the side and I tapped on the front door lightly. I didn't want to wake up
the whole neighborhood. We could hear faint music and voices coming from
inside. I shivered as suddenly felt chilly. I checked my dress which
remarkably was still in one piece. As we waited for Elvira to answer the
door, I thought, God! please don't let her have someone in there.
The door swung open and Elvira shouted, "No more trick-or-treaters! I'm
all out of candy, babies! Sorry, but ........OH! MY GOD!" she gasped,
horrified. We tumbled inside. She grabbed me hugging and petting me,
started to cry.
Poor Ramiro was completely ignored. I looked over my shoulder to look at
him and I heard the shrieks of two drag queens coming out of the bed room.
It was Ruth and another small, petite one called, Darla, who really looked
like a girl.
"OH My God! What happened? Did you two start fighting?' shouted Ruth at
Ramiro. "Did you hit her?" and she pushed him lightly. The bitch actually
thought we had gotten into a fight with each other.
I explained what happened starting with the cause of the fight, how the
punches were thrown and how Ramiro ended it with a metal pipe. However, I
completely excluded all the details involving me, Tiny, Ted and the trunk-lid.
During all this time, the queens flitted around with water and towels,
trying to clean Ramiro's face. Elvira pulled me into the bathroom and I saw
my face in the mirror for the first time.
I was shocked! I looked like I had been dragged by a truck after it hit
me. I was a mess. There were long black streaks of mascara running down my
face, punctuated with splotches of dried blood on my chin and around my
lips. Nothing a little water couldn't fix. My right eye was slightly
swollen at the corner and my lower lip was swollen on one side. My hair was
standing up in places, poking tufts into the air. I was wearing one of each
- one false eyelash and one earring. The necklace was gone. Other than the
slight swelling in the areas described, I decided that I didn't look too bad
after all.
I looked at my clothes. The little dress was filthy but intact. It could
be washed and salvaged. My white hose weren't white anymore. They were
shredded at the knees with runs in all directions. They had what appeared
to be black tire track smudges. Tire tracks? I never could explain the tire
tracks to myself or anybody else.
As I leaned forward to look closer in the mirror, Elvira yanked up my dress
from the back. Pushing on the small of my back with one hand, she kept me
in this position as I tried to straighten up and pull the dress back down.
Looking up from my ass which was partially covered with shreds of the
remains of my white panties, she looked in the mirror and said to my
reflection in a real somber voice, "Tomorrow you're telling me everything
that really happened. I think those punches to your head made you forget
some of the details, Right? Remember, tomorrow you're talking!"
We walked out of the bathroom to find Ramiro and the two queens, sitting in
the kitchen, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. Ramiro was all cleaned
up and he looked great. He smiled and his teeth shown perfect. The
swelling was still there but not as pronounced as before or maybe, because
of my fear, it had been my imagination.
Anyway, we stayed in the kitchen and as I sat on Ramiro's lap with his arm
around me, we listened as Ruth and Darla told us about some of their combat
experiences. They were hilarious.
Ramiro and I stayed together for the next seven months until May 30th of
the next year. We made passionate love constantly and spent most of our
time together. We went all over the place such as gay bars and parties.
Sometimes, I went in drag but not always. Of course, at his request, I
always dressed up for him. However, we restricted it to the privacy of his
apartment. He bought and provided a lot of my clothing. Elvira and I were
surprised at his good taste.
I had screwed up and joined the Naval Reserve while in the eleventh grade
with a requirement to go on active duty exactly one day after my high school
graduation. After signing on the dotted line, I had no alternative but to
go on active duty for the next three to four years, I had already started
my training as a hospital corpsman, a medic, while still in high school.
Ramiro and I said good-bye and he made sure that I understood that he would
make no promises that he would wait for me or that he would write. If I
came back to him and he was there, we might possibly resume where we left
off. If not, then we wouldn't. Simple as that. There were no assurances in
life, he said. We apparently had no strings attached.
I was shocked and deeply hurt at his cold indifferent attitude, but I
didn't protest. I never said a word. When I left from the airport, he
never showed up to say a last good-bye. I was devastated.
On August 30th of the next year, exactly three months later, I was in the
U.S. Navy - Yes, the Navy! - stationed at a Military Entrance Examination
Station in Los Angeles, California after three months in San Diego,
California at Balboa Naval Hospital, where I had already met some flaming
drag queens that actually worked with me and I fell right into the groove,
finding my place in the group.
I had already written two or three letters to Ramiro and as expected, he
never wrote back, so I quit writing.
On that particular day, I was off from work. I primping in front of a
mirror getting ready for a night of drag when one of my queen friends threw
me a letter she brought home from work for me. As I looked at the envelope,
I was shocked to receive mail from home with a different return address
other than my mother's.
It was a letter from Elvira. It felt light and thin. I tore it open and
read her fancy flaring style on a one page letter which only said, Hi Boof,
Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Ramiro is dead. He was in a car
accident Thursday night in which a drunk driver ran into his car and killed
him instantly. He didn't suffer. What can I say? but I'm sorry. Write me
soon, Love, Elvira.
I read the letter one more time and took a deep breathe. I didn't cry. I
remember feeling no type of emotion or sentiment. I just sat there
motionless.
I was slightly shocked, not by the contents of the letter but by my
feelings of apathy. I didn't understand it and I didn't want to.
I threw the letter on the dresser next to a high school picture of Ramiro,
stood up and turning to my friend, a drag queen, I pleaded, "Dave, can I
borrow your yellow heels? They'll make my outfit with Rudy's yellow dress
look fabulous! Please? Just tonight? Please?"
I still hadn't been able to get myself out of the habit of borrowing and
wearing women's clothes. Not that I wanted to, my new friends were
financially stable and only in the Navy Reserve to avoid the Army and
Vietnam. They were also into full drag queen practices. In fact, with
their help, I was already experimenting with female hormones and if the pace
remained constant, I would probably have to borrow a bra, too. I loved the
way my hard nipple were growing - they looked like Elvira's
Comments and remarks are welcome. Please write to me at:
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Date: Mon, 9 Oct 1995 11:57:49 UTC
Subject: A Girl's Debut 2/??(boyhood, M/m, TV)
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Note from Merc: this is good new erotica I recently received. The author
wants you to write him with comments/reactions/suggestions/etc. Today
and tomorrow I'll be posting the series, which is fairly long (10-15
parts) on a.s.s. I have to stop with this one for now, because duty
calls (ok, moans, whatever) in the next room...
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 16:22:11 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury
Subject: Story A - Part 2
Hi, Merc! Here's part 2 first story. Again, please let me know if you post
them and if possible the area (URL) or whatever it's called.
And again, Please!! write back and talk to me.
Later, Boof
A Girl's Debut (Continuation: Part 2)
(Story A)
Everything appeared to be going great. I was going crazy with delight.
Slurping and sucking on a cock while rocking back and forth on someone's
finger as it bored my ass-hole was definitely giving me a new high. I
soared to heights previously unknown. I was in ecstasy.
However, I was also very unfamiliar with this type of explosive situation
and I failed to realize that everything was apparently growing into a fever
pitch. Unexpectedly, the man on the floor appeared to start having what
appeared to be convulsions, bucking up and down, he held my head firmly to
his cock. He drove his cock deep into my mouth. Repeatedly gagging, I
panicked and terrorized, I tried to pull away. In my vain attempts and
unknown to me, I was also pushing back on the other man's finger which was
already deeply entrenched in my ass. Finally, the man on the floor emitted
a low moan, thrust his cock as deep as he could into my mouth and exploded
deep in my throat. As his thick sperm flowed down my throat, I gagged and,
I was positive I as going to throw up all over him. Ultimately, he released
his grip on my head and let me go. His limp cock plopped out of my mouth
and I tried to sit back gulping for air while tears streamed down my cheeks.
However, I was being held up by the other man who still had his finger in my
ass. He was furiously jacking off. He pulled his finger out, stood up and
grabbed handfuls of my hair. He said, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH, BITCH!!! I'M
NEXT". I tried to push him away but tightening his grip and said, "OPEN
YOUR MOUTH NOW OR I'M GONNA SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!".
In my stupidity, I pushed him away. I was determined to make them stop or
at least let me catch my breathe. Out of nowhere, the side of my face
exploded as the man delivered a stinging slap to my face in his effort to
make me cooperate. Afterward, I heard my uncle calmly say, "OPEN YOUR
MOUTH -- NOW -- AND SUCK HIS COCK!!".
"NO! I yelled back, "I CAN'T BREATHE!" Again his hand struck me across
my cheek leaving a burning sensation. It shocked me into reality and
figured this guy is going to really hurt me if I don't do as he wants.
"ONE MORE TIME, BITCH!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK!!", he growled menacingly.
Obeying his demand, I opened my mouth and he pressed his cock in, holding
me rigidly in this position. I gagged and frantically tried to pull back
pushing on his pelvis with all my might but this just seemed to make him
more determined to hold his position. Even breathing through my nose was
difficult as he mashed my lips and nose on is public hair. Terrified, I
thought I was going to suffocate but just in time he released his grip and
pulled me away. He started to slowly pump his cock in and out. Moaning, he
increased the tempo of his thrusts and looked down at me. He tightly
twisted his fists entwined in my hair forcing me to look up and he said,
"LOOK AT ME WHILE YOU SUCK MY COCK, YOU LITTLE COCK-SUCKER. I WANT TO SEE
YOUR EYES AS I FUCK YOUR FACE!". I didn't really suck. I just kept my
mouth open wide enough to make sure that I didn't bite or scratch him with
my teeth. My lips were the only thing that were applying pressure on his
cock. I was one-hundred percent positive that I didn't want to get this guy
really pissed off. Eventually, he froze, moaned again and spurted his sperm
deep in my throat. I rapidly swallowed to keep from choking. He released
his grip on my hair and pushed me away where a fell back on my butt, taking
big gulps of air, wiping away tears and saliva mixed with cum from my face.
I thought what the fuck is going on. My cheeks still burned from the slaps
and my jaws ached from holding my mouth open for so long a period. My lips
were sore and I touched them cause they felt like they were bloated beyond
normal. Actually, I wanted to look in the mirror cause I really thought my
face was all swollen.
The next thing I knew, my uncle was kneeling next to me, and speaking in a
calm manner, he nonchalantly said, "Next time, and there will a next time,
since we just started. Do as your told, UNDERSTAND?"
I nodded and he took me by the arm and helped me up. I stood there with
the panties around my knees and he took the bottom of the camisole and
lifted it up taking it off. He told me to take off the panties. After I
took them off, he directed me to an ottoman and told me to lay over it on my
stomach.
Stupidly, I asked, "What for?". He let out a deep sigh and said, "Baby,
come on, I thought you said you understood. I asked, "Understood what?" He
roughly grabbed me by the arm exerting extreme pressuring. Pulling me
close, he growled, "TO DO EXACTLY AS YOUR TOLD. YOU DON'T WANT TO GET ME
PISSED! - RIGHT?"
Instinctively, I yelled, "OW! OW! OKAY, OKAY - THAT HURTS!" and he let me
go. Without hesitating, I promptly laid down on my stomach over the
ottoman. In this position, my mouth was level with their cocks if they
chose to kneel down. I was positive I was in line for another round of
rigorous cock-sucking. However, the target of their attention was not my
mouth. With the exception of their fingers, my ass-hole was virgin
territory and it was to be the object of the their concentration. I had no
idea that such a small orifice could accommodate a full grown man's cock and
here I lay with my ass in a very compromising position. Without my
knowledge, I was about to lose my virginity and become for their purposes a
"GIRL".
My uncle stood up and removed all his clothes. He reached over on the
table and scooped a large portion of Vaseline from a jar which he smeared
all over his cock, stroking it up and down. The other men just laid back
and took swigs of beer while they tugged at their limp organs. From my
vantage point I noticed that after my uncle took a drink of his beer he
approached me. I licked my lips for the anticipated oral invasion.
However, instead of kneeling in front of me, he knelt behind me and started
rubbing and massaging my back with the excess Vaseline on his hands.
Needless to say, it really felt good and his tenderness was not at all what
I expected. I then felt his cock-head on my ass cheeks. Pushing and
probing in search of the entrance. Oddly, I thought, is that his finger?
When I realized both his hands were on my back. I thought, that couldn't
possibly be his finger. All of a sudden, I felt constant pressure increase
on my ass-hole and he tightly gripped my shoulders, pushing me and holding
down. His cock started to part my ass-cheeks, opening up my ass-hole,
slowly entering my rectum. Instantly, indescribable and excruciating pain
radiated through my body.
"OOOOOOOW, THAT HURTS! OW! STOP, YOUR HURTING ME - DON'T!, PLEASE STOP,
IT HURTS!!!" OW!! OH STOP, TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE, IT HURTS!!! I yelled.
The pressure just remained constant and I felt as though a telephone pole
was being rammed up my ass.
As his cock slowly inched its way up my ass-hole, I inhaled large gulps of
air and screamed, "PLEASE STOP!!! OW, IT HURTS SO MUCH!! OOOOH, STOP!!
PLEASE - OOOH!! DON'T, YOUR HURTING ME!! PLEASE STOP!! TAKE IT OUT. IT
HURTS - OOOW!!" I cried with tears streaming down my cheeks. All of a
sudden, I felt as though I had been ripped apart as something inside opened
up and his cock was driven completely to the limits. Groaning with my eyes
tightly shut in a grimace of pain, I didn't see but rather felt a cock on my
lips.
"HERE I AM AGAIN, BABY, OPEN YOUR MOUTH FOR DADDY" said one of the two men.
I opened my mouth not to receive his cock but rather to scream again when he
shoved it in my mouth. All I could utter at that point were incoherent
mumbling and groans. For a minute there, I thought I was going to die.
Gradually, my uncle started to pump my ass and his friend just steadied my
head on his cock to meet my forward movements my uncle was generating with
his thrusts. I moaned and tried desperately to dislodge the invader deeply
embedded in my ass. I was getting sodomized orally and anally. My first
fuck and it had to be a double. What a way to make your debut as a "GIRL".
As I lay there on my stomach receiving double penetrations, all I could do
was groan and whimper. The pain was intense. Time appeared to stand still.
It seemed like an eternity. I didn't think they would ever stop. The pain
was unbearable. As my uncle slowly fucked my ass, he repeatedly stopped
for what I thought was an effort to rest. It was, I found out later during
other episodes that he was just trying to keep himself from cumming. His
friend's cock was still not completely hard and sucking it was not a problem.
All of a sudden and to my complete surprise, the pain in my ass subsided as
fast as it started. Slowly, I started to feel these eerie sensations
generating through my body and my groans of pain changed to moans of
pleasure. I started to push back on his cock and move by myself while he
stopped to compose himself impaling as much of his cock as I could up my
ass. I wasn't the only participant that noticed the change in my behavior.
The third man noticed it real quick and remarked, "I think he's beginning
to like it."
Yes, one could say that I was beginning to like it. In fact, I loved it.
His hard cock repeatedly moving in and out of my ass was really starting to
feel good. I wanted all I could get and more. It was down right enjoyable
and pleasing. I remember I started to push back on his cock to meet his
thrusts without releasing the cock in my mouth which by now was starting to
expand and grow. Of course, my soft moans and OOOHs and AAAHs kind of gave
a complete story of how much I was really enjoying it.
My uncle withdrew his cock and asked the guy in front of me to change
positions. It was at that point that I can actually thank him for the
"enema". Instead of mounting me in the same position, I was pulled onto the
floor. I was laid down on my back and the man I was sucking on took my legs
and spread them out in a Vee. He got in between them, lifted my legs up
higher and pushed them up towards my shoulders. My ass was off the floor
with my ass-hole directly in line with his cock. He let go of one leg and
my uncle held it while he guided his cock into my ass-hole. I was in awe at
the lack of pain and the ease in which it smoothly slid in. He put his
hands on my shoulders and pulled me unto his cock slowly thrusting in and
out. My uncle assumed a prone position next to me with his cock next to my
head. I turned my face, opened my mouth, and wantonly accepted his hard
cock in my mouth. I could feel the third man caress and pinch my nipples.
Damn, it all felt so good. I heard the third man say, "Come, guys, give me
chance at that tight little ass, too!" They immediately withdrew and the
third guy sat on the couch. I was pulled back on top of him winding up in a
sitting position on his cock. I was still amazed but very delighted at how
easily it slipped into my ass with little or no pain whatsoever. My uncle
stood in front of me and guided his cock into my mouth. I felt the second
man's hand stroking my chest and suddenly I felt his hot lips on my nipples.
He sucked, licked and gently gnawed on them while stroking his cock. As I
greedily sucked on the cock in front of me and I bounced up and down on the
other stiff cock in my ass, my sodomizer reached around and started to jack
me off. I don't think he stroked more than four times when I started to
moan and utter unrecognizable sounds through my cock-stuffed mouth.
Gradually, I felt this overwhelming crescendo rise up deep inside of me and
appear to want to spill over out of my dick. Someone said, "I think he's
cummiing!!". I heard someone moan and I felt hot fluid splash on the side
of my face and drip down my chest. Opening my eyes, I noticed the third man
had ejaculated on me. Instantaneously, I started spewing my load all over
my legs. To steady myself, I held on tightly to my uncle's thighs and he
thrust his cock deeper into my throat gagging me as he released a gush of
cum inside my mouth. So involved in my own feelings, I honestly did not
feel the man beneath me ejaculate. Apparently, he did because as I limply
fell back on him, he rolled over on his side and we both tumbled on the
couch completely exhausted.
This initiating ass-fucking that I had just undergone was gratification to
the highest degree. I remember sitting there with a warm glow coursing
through my body. I felt so good. I had no idea that it could be done this
way, let alone that it could be so enjoyable. I made up my mind right there
and then that I was going to indulge in this pastime by getting fucked as
many times as I could. Not only was I now a "GIRL" but I had been thrilled
beyond my wildest imaginations. OOOH!! I loved a cock up my ass!!!!! Our
activities were brought to a screeching halt when my uncle stated that it
was late and my aunt would soon be home. Mumbling, and grumbling and
laughing, the two men got dressed and departed. My uncle told me to take a
bath and go to bed.
As I showered off the sticky dried cum, I slowly let my hands and fingers
drift over my body, touching and exploring areas the other men had already
experienced. I teased my sore tender nipples, rubbing circles of soap
around the dark aureoles. I traced lines of soapy suds down to my
ass-cheeks rubbing and kneading them as the men had done. I reached back
and gingerly touched my ass-hole with a sudsy finger. Instinctively, I
grimaced as my sore and sensitive ass-hole responded with a twinge of pain
reminding me of the evening's unforgettable events. Over all, the pain was
bearable and in a masochistic fashion, passionately erotic. I was
completely fulfilled. I still couldn't believe what had happened but, I was
willing and hopeful for it to happen again.
In the short three months time that I remained with my aunt and uncle, I
experienced many enjoyable encounters with my uncle and his many friends.
Learning new and varied receptive positions plus methods and techniques to
please a man, I became quite adept at cock-sucking and of course, my
favorite, getting fucked in my ass. I even managed my own encounter when a
stranger sat next to me in a dark almost deserted theater and started to rub
his knee against mine. He acted as though it was just a random touch.
However, I knew different. Since I didn't move or pull away, he inched his
hand closer to my leg and eventually rested it on my knee. I looked at his
hand and then at him, but he just stared straight towards the screen acting
as if nothing was going on. I could feel his anxiety radiate from his
trembling hand as it lay on my knee. I wasn't sure if he was cold or
scared. Personally, I didn't care one way or the other. I was getting into
one of my horny moods real fast.
With no rebuff on my part, he grew bolder and gradually inched his hand up
and started to tug at my shorts. With his other hand, he was tugging at the
front of his pants. I peered over and noticed that he had pulled his cock
out and was stroking it. All kinds of lustful thoughts shamelessly ran
through my mind. I looked around and noticed that there were only about two
or three other people scattered throughout the theater. I leaned over as
close as I could get and brazenly whispered, "Want me to kiss it?"
It was obvious that he was taken entirely by surprise because he jerked his
hand from my knee in discernible utter astonishment. With a bewildered and
surprised look on his face, he stared at me and stuttered, "Wha, wha, what?"
I smiled and again, unblushingly whispered, "You want me to kiss it?
Quickly grasping the significance of my question, he jerked his head and
looked around. He then put his hand on my head guiding me towards his cock.
I thought, No way!!, this is on my terms. I shook my head pushing his hand
away and sternly said, "Don't force me, I've done this many times before
and I know where it is".
I stood up and knelt down between his legs on the dirty sticky floor. I
quickly lowered my head to his crotch, opened my mouth and in one swift
downward motion, attempted to swallow his cock entirely. It immediately
rose to the occasion and started swelling in my mouth. It felt hot and
spongy and started to gag me. I pulled up enough to minimize the gagging
and swirled my tongue around the head, applying slight pressure with my
teeth as I dove back down in another choking deep-throated plunge. My body
spasmed as I convulsed from the gagging yet I wouldn't or didn't want to
stop. While I furiously bobbed my head up and down, I clamped my lips
tightly around the cock-shaft. I would tease him by frantically moving up
and down on the shaft and then completely stop and lick and kiss the head.
As I slurped and sucked on his cock-head, I would stroke and milk the shaft
with my hand as though I was jacking him off in my mouth. I could sense his
anxiety and excitement increasing parallel with my accelerating cock-sucking
action. Then as swiftly as I started my cock sucking activity, I stopped,
got up and sat back down again in my original seat. He looked at me
bewildered, let out a deep sigh and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing", I casually replied staring at the screen unaware of what was
actually showing.
"Well, why'd you stop?" he whispered completely dumbfounded.
I said nothing and just sat there staring at the screen.
"Come on, what happened? That felt good. Didn't you like it?" He asked.
"Yeah,", I replied, "Sure, I like it but I like to get fucked in the ass
better."
With that comment, I rose and walked out on the aisle. Having frequented
this theater many times before, I knew that hardly anybody went to the
balcony. I spent many times up there harassing other patrons by throwing
popcorn or ice at them. I slowly walked away and when he noticed that I
went up the side stairs instead of towards the exit, he followed me. I
skipped up the stairs two at a time and found my spot at a corner where I
hid from the ushers when people complained about falling objects.
Eventually he appeared, sat next to me and stupidly asked, "You like to do
what better?"
I stood up, completely took off my shorts and panties (by this time I was
wearing them all the time), and spit on my fingers. Teasing him, I stood in
front of him smearing the spit on my ass-hole and working the lubrication in
and out, and said, "Pull out your cock and I'll show you what I really like".
He immediately unfastened his pants and pulled them along with his shorts
down to his ankles. I turned around, stuck out my butt, climbed on his
knees and lowered myself on his cock. I reached down between my legs and
tried to guide the shaft towards my ass-hole. He pushed up and with a
little squirming and twisting managed to get the cock-head in. Slowly, he
inched his shaft up my ass-hole and I reached back and pulled apart my
ass-cheeks allowing for faster and deeper penetration. Finally, I sat there
with his cock deeply buried up my ass-hole. I could feel his hot thighs and
stomach on my legs and back as he held me tightly with his arms around me.
I felt stuffed and completely violated. It felt wonderful!! I could feel
his hot breathe on the back of my neck. Pumping his cock up my ass, he
softly cooed, "OOOH, Yes, Baby, your ass feels so tight and hot". All I
could moan was, "MMMMMMM, Yes, fuck my ass good, Daddy - Fuck me good,
Please!". He put his hands on my waist and slowly started to move me up and
down. Damn, the sensations were great. His cock felt so good as I bounced
up and down on his cock! I was thoroughly enjoying it. It seemed like I
couldn't get enough and pushing down I arched my back in an effort to get
more in me. Unfortunately, he was also enjoying it alot more than me
because at that instant, he tensed and I felt his cock pulsating as he
ejaculated deep in my rectum. With his hands on my hips, he pushed me down
on his cock as much as he could while I bucked back and forth on his cock,
pushing myself down as I tried to maximize the short-lived experience, but
he abruptly stopped, pushed me off and rearranged himself.
Sarcastically, I said, That's it?'' but he just got up and walked away.
Boy!, I thought, what a shit-head! Not even a little kiss or thank you.
As I peered over the railing, I thought maybe I'll just walk down and sit
next to that baldheaded guy and see what happens. I did sit next to the
baldheaded guy but left shortly thereafter. He was actually sleeping and
his snoring was deafening to the point that I couldn't even hear the movie
audio.
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