Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 10:54:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Don Attis (TG)

Don Attis
by Stephanie Silver


Preface

This story is completely fictional. I only wish it was true.

This story involves totally consensual sex acts between a man (about 19
years old) and a teenager (13-14 years old), and between boys (6-12 years
old). Some might ask if children that young are even capable of choosing to
have a consensual relationship. Based only on my own experience, I'd say
yes, they can. If the choice had been offered to me at that age, I would
have chosen it without hesitation. If you are convinced that a 19-year-old
man would somehow be taking criminal advantage of a 13-year-old boy who
wanted to experience the pleasures of sex, and that such a person should go
to jail, then you might not want to read this story.

I was going to say that you might be a Republican, but such a statement
would be needlessly inflammatory and offensive to a group of people that,
however misguided they may be, are only trying to make their corner of the
world a better place. I was also going to wonder aloud why such people seem
to think that their corner of the world extends so far into everyone else's
corners, but, again, that would be needlessly inflammatory and judgmental,
and would represent a level of intolerance that would mirror the very
intolerance it pretends to abhor.

Live and let live.

If you like it, read it. If you don't like it, don't read it.  If you'd
prefer to send me a letter telling me how I'll burn in hell for what I
wrote, I'll do my best to answer in a charitable manner. I'd prefer to get
letters telling me how much you liked my story or the witty preface.

Okay, enough politics. What I really wanted to include as a preface is an
apology to the real Don Attis. Of course, that's not his real name. Names
were changed to protect the innocent. Even if Don really was a
hoodlum. Actually, I never met him. For all I know he's gone onto to become
a decent, law-abiding citizen. Maybe he even decided to become a
Republican. Maybe he's dead, a victim of his own life choices. I don't
know. But I knew of him, and there were rumors about him, and it's those
rumors upon which I based this story. I have no reason at all to think that
Don Attis might have been gay or somehow attracted to young boys or
intrigued by transgenders. That's just my wishful thinking. If Don should
read this and somehow recognize himself (Now, how is he going to do that
unless I coincidentally described him as he really is?), please accept my
apologies for disparaging your reputation with my sordid fantasy.

Oh, and Darren (not his real name either), wherever you are, thanks for
playing sex games with me when we were kids. I really enjoyed them and have
no regrets. I hope you don't either. Okay, I do have one regret: I wish
we'd done a lot more than we did.  Anyway, my apologies to you too if your
character is not quite how you wish you were portrayed. I hope your life is
happy.

Now, on with the story...


The Story

Darren and I started playing sex games when we were six years old. We
started sucking each others cocks when we were around nine. We kissed for
the first time, on the lips, when we were twelve.

I remember that first kiss more vividly than any other moment in my
childhood. We were pretending to be having sex. Darren, who was smaller
than me by a few inches, and quite a bit skinnier, was pretending to be the
girl. His cock, which was only about three or four inches long when fully
erect, was pressed between our half-naked bodies, while I had my larger,
average-sized cock between his legs. Despite our shared interest in sex,
neither of us knew very much about it, so, for all we knew at the time,
sliding my cock back and forth against his crotch while he squeezed it with
his thighs was the same as fucking. And that's what we called it.

At some point during one of our pretend fucks, I became aware of my cheek
touching his, and decided to try kissing him as if he really was a girl.
He did the same to me, and very slowly our heads turned, and our lips drew
closer, until they actually met in a short, but very exciting and arousing,
first kiss.

Just as quickly, our lips parted, and we moved on, until we were
cheek-to-cheek on the other side. But, the line had been crossed. And a few
moments later we were kissing again. When we kissed for the second time,
neither of us hurried to break it off, and soon we were kissing with our
tongues in each others mouths.

Darren and I tried anal sex once or twice, but it never seemed to
work. Darren was just too tight to take my cock inside him, and his cock
was just too small to get inside of me.  So, we settled for pretend-fucking
and French kissing.

Then one day Darren told me about running into Don Attis on his bike at the
store. Don Attis was the local hoodlum. There were rumors that he even
smoked and drank alcohol. Growing up in mostly-Mormon Utah, a rumor like
that was scandalous. Darren confirmed the rumor to me, saying, "He was
buying some beer and asking the store clerk for cigarettes."

I stared, incredulous. I couldn't believe my best friend had been so close
to what I thought of as pure evil and could talk as if it was an everyday
occurrence. "Weren't you scared?"

Darren gave me an odd look. "No. He's a nice guy. He even invited me to
come over some time and said he'd teach me to drink beer."

I stared again. Beer! I couldn't imagine it. It was a sure way to hell. The
very thought of doing something so patently wrong made me shiver. Not with
fear or disgust, but with an odd sense of attraction. That's what made
Darren and me such good friends. In the strict morality of Mormonism, we
were both rebels. Rebels who, to that point, had done very little to be
rebellious.

Darren interpreted my silence, correctly, as consent. "Do you want to go
with me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Sure. He might even let us look at some dirty magazines there."

Darren and I had discovered porn earlier that summer, when he came across a
pile of abandoned magazines at a nearby construction site. Up till then, my
only real experience with girls had been taking baths with my younger
sister. I was surprised to learn, from the magazines, that girls had pubic
hair.  If it had just been the beer, I might have said no. Rebellion was
one thing, but going to hell was another.  The possibility of seeing dirty
magazines, however, was too much of a temptation.

"When?" I asked.

It was early on a Saturday afternoon, which meant we had all evening if we
wanted. Darren shrugged. "Want to go right now?"

I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I knew I should say no, but instead I
heard myself say, "Okay. I'll get my bike and meet you out front."

Fifteen minutes later I was standing on the back porch at the Attis house
watching Darren knock softly. I doubted anyone would even hear, and wished,
since we'd gone to all the trouble of going there, that he'd at least knock
loud enough for someone to hear us.  I knew I'd never get the courage to go
there again if no one answered.  The physical activity of riding our bikes
up the hill to the Attis house had caused the butterflies in my stomach to
settled down somewhat, but now they were returning.

I was just about to suggest that he try knocking again, only louder, when
the door suddenly flew open and we were looking at a nineteen-year-old man
with curly brown hair wearing a denim jacket and holding a beer.  I'd never
met him and had no idea what he looked like, but instantly I knew this was
Don Attis.  He stared at us for what seemed like hours, but was probably
only a few seconds. I suppose it was me that made him wonder what was going
on, since he didn't know who I was.  Finally, though, he apparently decided
that since I was with Darren, I must be okay. "What do you two want?" he
growled, leaning against the door jam and taking a sip of beer in a way
that showed we were in no trouble.

"Hi Don," said Darren. "This is my friend Don."

Don stared at me with an amused smile. "Don, huh. That's my name."

I nodded, too scared to speak.

He chuckled and turned back to Darren. "I think I scared the crap out of
him."

I blushed, and he laughed again, then reached out and tousled my
hair. "It's okay. I'm just teasing ya. Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
He stepped back, holding the door open with his other hand, and invited us
inside. "Come on in."

We went inside and were immediately in the kitchen, which was dominated by
a square table. To my left I could see another room with a TV set playing,
and two feet that obviously belonged to someone watching it.  We sat down
at the table and Don placed his bottle of beer on it in a way that
suggested we could drink some if we wanted.  Meanwhile, he busied himself
at the refrigerator. "So, what you guys here for?" he asked from behind the
refrigerator door.

Darren slowly reached over and put his hand on the bottle of beer and
looked at me.  I stared wide-eyed, wondering if he was really going to
drink some.  He pulled it slowly closer, and then finally picked it up. He
sniffed it, and then pushed it across the table to me. I sniffed it, too,
and wrinkled my nose. It was the first time I'd ever smelled beer. I pushed
it back in front of Darren. I had no plans to try it if he didn't go first.

Darren licked his lips and slowly picked up the bottle, bringing it to his
lips. He looked at me, as if I was daring him to do it. When I didn't stop
him or say anything, he tilted the bottle back and took a quick drink, then
made a face and handed the bottle to me.

Since Darren had done it, I knew I had to do it too. I picked up the bottle
and took a sip. The alcohol burned my mouth, tasting sickly sweet and
bitter at the same time. I swallowed, and felt it burning my throat as it
went down.  I made a face like Darren had, and then heard Don laughing.

"First time, huh?"

Blushing, I set the bottle back on the table where he could get it.  He
shook his head. "No, that one's for you two. I've got my own." He showed us
the bottle he'd just brought out from the fridge. He took a big swallow
from the bottle he was holding and then grinned at us.  "You get used to
it," he said. "And then it starts to taste pretty good."

Darren and I both took another sip while Don watched us with amusement.
Then he went into the other room and said something that I couldn't quite
hear to the person watching TV. Then he returned and said, "Let's go to my
room."

Darren had once told me about Don Attis' bedroom. He claimed that Don had
locked him and some unidentified others in there without clothes. It had
sounded like an incredible fantasy at the time. Now I was about to find out
for myself what it was like.

I wasn't too surprised when nothing like that happened. Don turned on his
stereo and plunked down in a chair, motioning for us to sit down on the
bed.  After we each took another sip of beer, he said, "You guys better
drink faster. Nothing's worse `n warm beer."

Inspired, we both took much bigger sips. It still burned and tasted bad,
but it felt good to be doing something that was so wrong.

We sat back and listened to the music as we drank the rest of the beer as
quickly as we could. The music was different than the kind I was used to
hearing, with more of a heavy metal sound. With each sip of beer, I would
look around and think, "So this is what hanging out in Don Attis' bedroom
is like." To tell the truth, I wasn't impressed.

That's when it started to get good. Suddenly Don got up and lifted up the
mattress we were sitting on. He reached beneath it, and pulled out two
magazines. Tossing one of them to me, he said, "Here, read this."

I stared at the cover. It showed a girl swimming underwater, her hands
cupping her breasts as she faced the camera and smiled. It was obvious that
she was naked, although she had everything of interest covered. I guess it
was that smile that got to me. She just looked so happy to be naked and to
have someone, me, looking at her.

I don't remember much of what was inside. There were more pictures of the
girl on the cover, swimming and frolicking nude in the water. There were
even one or two pictures that showed her pussy, which was covered by a thin
layer of soft, blonde curls. I was somewhat relieved to see that, although
she had pubic hair, it wasn't as thick or heavy as the girls we'd seen in
the other magazine. But, again, it was her smile that intrigued me the
most. She just looked so happy to be nude in front of a camera.

There were pictures of other girls, of course, but I don't remember them
very well.  What I remember is getting a boner.

What I remember is getting a boner, and glancing over to see that Don had
one, too. His Levi jeans were bulging obscenely. I couldn't help staring. I
don't know what I thought. I guess I had this idea that Darren and I were
the only ones who ever thought about sex and got boners. I never imagined
anyone else having one.  Especially not a man. I know that sounds silly,
but let me explain. I grew up in Mormon Utah, where sex just wasn't
something that people talked about. Certainly not in front of children. So,
somewhere I got this idea that sex was just something Darren and I did
because we were... well, perverted. I figured most people - the men I knew,
at least – were somehow morally superior, and had either subdued those
urges in themselves or never had them to begin with. So, seeing this young
man with an erection, just like I had, was a revelatory experience.

Don caught me staring at the bulge in his pants and grinned. "Wanna see
who's got the biggest hard-on?" he asked.

There was no question who was going to win, but I couldn't say no. All I
could do was nod. Don immediately started unbuttoning his pants, then
stopped. "You guys go first," he said.

Whatever hesitation I may have felt about taking my pants off in Don Attis'
bedroom that day were outweighed by my respect for authority. In that room,
Don Attis was in charge. And since I'd chosen to be there, I did whatever
he told me to do. There was no question of me not doing it.

I laid back on the bed and undid my belt before unsnapping the button at
the top of my jeans and lowering the zipper. I could feel my cock throbbing
beneath the fabric. Lifting my hips, I pulled my pants and shorts off in
one motion, then turned so that Don could see my cock.

He whistled approvingly. "God, Donny, that's one helluva big cock."

I smiled happily. I knew it wasn't going to win the contest, but the
compliment, especially from someone like him, made me feel pretty
good. Plus, I liked how he casually tossed in the swear words.

Darren shyly showed off his tiny cock, and Don complimented him, too,
saying, "Hey, that's a nice one. Some day you're gonna be fucking a girl
with that monster."

I laughed, probably more than I should have, at Don's remark. But I was
still happy. My cock was throbbing; bouncing up and down with my pulse
rate. I was incredibly aroused by Don's language and by what was happening.

Then it was Don's turn. There was no question his cock would be the biggest
of all of us. The question was how big was it? He made a show of pulling
open his pants and then asked me if I wanted to reach in and pull it out
for him.

I got up and waddled over toward him, not bothering to pull up my pants. I
knew, from my sex-play with Darren, how good it felt to have someone else's
hands reach inside your pants, so I figured that's what Don wanted. I slid
my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts, doing my best to
brush my fingers across his skin. He gasped softly, and I grinned, knowing
I was pleasing him. He lifted his hips as I tugged down his pants and
shorts, and I had to reach inside and grab his cock to keep it from
catching.

It was big. I could hardly believe a cock could be as big as his was. It
felt like I was wrapping my hand around a tree trunk. I couldn't close my
fingers around it fully, and it extended from my grip by a good three or
four inches.  The base was surrounded by thick curls of hair. It was a
man's cock, that was for sure.

Possibly more surprising than the size of his cock was the size of his
balls. Darren's balls were almost non-existent. Mine were about the size of
small marbles. Don's balls were about twice the size of mine. I stared at
them in awe. To that point, despite the sex-play with Darren, I would have
described myself as heterosexual. Having sex with a woman was my sexual
goal until then.  Seeing Don's man-sized cock and balls changed something
inside me. I wasn't completely aware of it at the time. All I know is I was
very, very attracted to what I was seeing, and wanted to touch it and hold
it.

Fortunately, Don didn't mind. He let me enjoy touching his cock, closing my
hand around it and sliding it up and down, then carefully and delicately
exploring his balls.  Remembering a time with Darren, when he had done
something similar to me and told me that I really needed to fuck a girl, I
decided to do the same with Don.  "You're so big," I said, letting my voice
fill with awe. "You really should fuck a girl with this thing."

Don let me fondle his cock for several minutes, and then sighed
heavily. "That feels pretty damn good, Donny. It's too bad you're not a
girl. Maybe I'd fuck you instead."

I gave him a quick glance. Something in his voice sounded like he was
thinking about doing it anyway. I'd already been thinking about what it
would feel like to have his cock between my legs, the way I did with
Darren, and wondered how I could get him to do it with me.

Don suggested that we all take our pants off, and had Darren go over and
lock the door. I remembered what Darren had told me about being locked in
Don's bedroom with no clothes, and I figured that's what was about to
happen. "Should we take our shirts off, too?" I asked.

Don grinned at me. "If you want. I don't mind."

A few moments later I was completely naked in Don Attis' bedroom and so was
Darren. It didn't take very long before Darren and I were play-wrestling on
the floor, using it as an excuse to rub our naked bodies together. Don was
grinning as he slowly stroked his cock up and down with his hand.

After a while he asked if we had ever sucked each other.  Darren and I
looked at each other and giggled. "Yeah," he said.

"Do it now. I'd like to see that," said Don.

Darren started by sucking my cock while I sat on the bed, then we changed
places and I sucked his cock while he sat on the bed.

When we finished, Don was smiling, still stroking his cock. I wondered if
he was going to have us suck his cock. "That was pretty wild. You two are
really a couple of queers."

I didn't know if I should be offended by that or not. I didn't like
thinking of myself as a queer, but Don didn't seem to mean it as an
insult. He made it sound more like a compliment. Well, it was true. What
could I say?

"So, do you ever do anything else?" he asked.

I thought about what I wanted to do with Don's cock, having him put it
between my legs. This seemed like the ideal time to show him that. Maybe
he'd take the hint and do it to both of us.  "We like to fuck," I said
excitedly.

Don gave me a puzzled look. I quickly went ahead with my demonstration,
lying down on the bed on my back. Darren was a little puzzled when I had
him get on top of me and put his cock between my legs, instead of doing it
the other way around.  I didn't want Don to get confused about where I
wanted him to put his cock.

Daren and I started humping, and I put my hands on his butt and squeezed as
I looked over at Don. "Sometimes we kiss, too," I said.

"Let's see that," said Don with a grin. Darren and I put our mouths
together and kissed, immediately putting our tongues in each other's
mouths.

When we finished, he asked, "Do you ever come doing that?"

I had no idea what he was talking about, so he grinned and said, "Guess
not. So do you ever fuck any other way?"

We shrugged. "No."

"You don't try putting your dick's in each other's butt-holes?"

Darren answered, "We tried that a few times, but it never worked."

Don nodded. "Well, you two are a couple of queers. But that's okay. I don't
mind." He paused for a moment, giving us a long, appraising look before
saying, "Either of you want to try sucking my cock?"

Darren and I looked at each other and giggled. We looked at Don's cock,
then back at each other, as if daring each other. I remembered the first
time Darren and I had sucked each other's cocks. I made him wash his cock
first, and he made me wash mine. I kind of felt that same way about sucking
Don's cock. If he washed it first, I'd probably do it. I just felt funny
asking him to wash it first.

Don looked disappointed as he put his cock back in his pants after neither
of us volunteered. I felt bad. Disappointing him was the last thing I
wanted to do.  I fidgeted, staring down at my naked body in shame. "I'll do
it," I said finally.

Don looked at me without saying anything for a few moments. I suppose he
was thinking about how much he wanted to have one of us wrap our lips
around his cock, and weighing that against my perceived willingness. I
didn't exactly look eager to do it. Having already put his pants back on
and buttoned them, I guess it was easy to save cock sucking for another
day. If I never came back, then he'd know I never really wanted to do it to
begin with. If I did come back, however, then he'd know I wanted to do it.

Tossing us our clothes, Don told us to get dressed and go home before our
parents started wondering where we were.  He walked us out to the driveway
and watched us as we got on our bikes and pedaled to the end of the
driveway.

* * * * *

For the next week I couldn't get the events of that afternoon out of my
mind. The beer. The language. The dirty magazines. The nudity. The sex with
someone watching.  But mostly I couldn't stop thinking about Don's massive
cock. I still wasn't sure about sucking on it. I wasn't turned off by the
thought. I just wasn't turned on by it. In the end, I figured I'd do it if
it got me what I wanted. And what I wanted was to have it between my legs
and to wrap my hand around it again and stroke it. If sucking his cock was
what I had to do to get those two things, then I'd ask him to wash it off
for me first, and then do my best at sucking it.

Having reached that decision, I started letting my mind think about what it
might be like to suck a cock a big as Don's. Sucking Darren's cock was
easy. It was so small, I could take the whole thing in with no problem. On
the other hand, that could have been the reason that sucking a cock held no
real attraction to me. Darren's cock was just too small. It was like
sucking on your finger.

But a man-sized cock might be different. What would it be like having your
mouth completely filled by a cock?  The more I thought about it, the more I
wanted to try it.

The next Saturday, I found Darren, hoping we might go back to Don's house.
For a while we just walked around, avoiding our favorite activity as we
pretended we might have other interests.  Finally, I could wait no
longer. "Do you want to play nasty?" I asked in a whisper.

Darren nodded. "Yeah."

"Let's go up to your tree house," I said, wondering why I didn't just start
off by suggesting we go to Don's house.

In the tree house we knelt facing each other. "Want to play truth or dare?"
asked Darren. Truth or dare was one of our favorite games for initiating
sex-play.

I agreed, and chose a truth question. Then Darren chose a truth question. I
decided I had to get us thinking about the same subject. "Did you like
being naked and doing stuff at Don Attis' house last week?"

Darren gave a non-committal shrug. "Yeah. Did you like it?"

I thought for a moment. "Yeah. I want to go back."

Darren stared at me in surprise for a moment, then said, "Truth or
dare. And you have to pick truth."

I did, and he asked, "If you go back, will you dare suck his cock?"

The rules of truth or dare are pretty basic. If you choose to answer a
question, you have to tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might
be. But, what if you weren't sure what the truth was? If I said no, that
would effectively end all discussion of going back to Don Attis' house. But
if I said yes, I'd be committed to doing it. I knew what I wanted. "Yes," I
said simply.

Now it was time for a dare, and Darren knew it. He chose a dare, and I
said, "I dare you to go back to Don Attis' house with me."


Don wasn't home, but his sister answered the door and told us that Don was
at work. She helpfully added that he got home around midnight, and that the
next day was his day off.

The next day after church, Darren and I got on our bikes and rode up to
Don's house again. We knocked on the door, and Don answered. "How ya doing,
Donny?" he said to me with a grin.

We started off in pretty much the same way we had the week before. Don let
us finish the beer he had been drinking when we arrived, and invited us
back to his room to listen to music. Nervously I asked if we could look at
his magazines, and he nodded. "You know where they are."

I lifted the mattress and pulled out the magazine I'd been looking at the
week before. I flipped through the pages, but my mind wasn't really on what
I was seeing. It was on Don's cock. I kept glancing over to see if he had a
bulge in his pants. Finally I made a show of holding up the centerfold
picture so that Don would have to look at it with me. I looked at the naked
girl in the picture for a moment, then over at him to see his reaction.

He was looking at me with a half-smile. "Do you think she's pretty, Donny?"
he asked.

I shrugged, being non-committal. "She's okay," I said.

He laughed. "What do you like looking at more? Her tits, her ass, or her
cunt?"

I stared at the picture for a moment. It was the first time I'd ever really
thought about what part of a woman I liked seeing the most. I finally
figured it had to be the most obvious one. "Her cunt," I said, feeling a
delicious tingle as the naughty word came out of my mouth.

"I like her ass," he said in reply. "She's got a nice sexy one. The kind
that makes you want to fuck her brains out."

I felt the tingle again as Don described the girl's ass and what it made
him want to do. I looked at the picture again, paying more attention to the
girl's shapely ass this time. When I looked back at Don, the front of his
pants was bulging obscenely once again. I let my gaze linger for a moment
or two on that bulge and then looked up at him with a grin.

He groaned and said, "God damn. I'm getting so fucking horny. I think one
of you little queer-baits needs to reach in and help me get my pants off."
He looked at me expectantly. I don't know if he looked at me that way
simply because I was the closest to him, or because he was more attracted
to me than he was to Darren. Or, possibly, I had purposely sat closest to
him because I wanted to do it. In any case, it looked like my job to help
Don take his pants off.

I leaned over and began undoing his belt. He gave me a big smile. I
remembered to use my fingers as I pulled down his shorts, and then wrapped
my fingers around his massive cock. I could see the opening at the end,
gaping slightly at me, and I knew it would soon be in my mouth and I'd be
feeling that slit with my tongue.

"Now, you take off your clothes," he ordered.  I began with my shirt, and
then he had me come stand next to him before taking off my pants. "Let me
do that," he said.

Don's fingers slid sensuously over the extremely sensitive flesh below my
waist, making me shiver. He looked up at me with a grin. "You like that?"

I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment. It was almost too much for me to
bear.

He helped me out of my shorts, and let my erection spring forward in front
of me, just inches away from his face.  For a moment I thought he might
offer to suck it, but then he said, "Turn around. Show me your ass."

I obeyed without hesitating. Don reached up and began fondling me from
behind. "You've got a cute ass for a boy, Donny. Are you sure nobody's
tried fucking you in it?"

I shook my head. "Just Darren. But we couldn't get it to go in."

He continued fondling me. It felt so intensely good, what he was doing to
me, that I was finding it hard to breathe.  Don reached between my legs and
stroked my ball sack softly, forcing me to spread my legs for him.  "So are
you going to suck my cock today, Donny?" he asked gently.

I looked down, able to see his cock behind me and to my right. Was I? My
stomach was doing flip-flops. "Um, will you wash it first?" I asked.

He laughed. "Wash it? Sure. Okay. Then you'll suck it?"

I nodded, wanting to ask him if he'd then put his cock between my legs so I
could feel it there. I was afraid to ask, but also afraid that if I didn't,
I might miss my chance. Before I could force the words out, he asked, "How
come you sucked Darren over there without making him wash his cock first?"

The question was gentle, not judgmental. I looked at Darren, who was
watching me with a strange look. At the time I didn't know what he was
thinking, but later I figured it out. He saw what was going on between Don
and me, and realized it was different than what he and I did. I think he
realized what I didn't: that Don and I were on our way to having sex. I
shrugged, and told the truth. "Because I've sucked him before."

Don gave my ass a slow, gentle squeeze. "So, if I wash my cock for you this
time, then next time I won't have to?"

Talk about a loaded question. The answer, I realized, was yes. After this
he wouldn't have to wash. I'd just suck him. The thing that made it a
loaded question was what was implied. That there would be a next time. The
answer to that was the same. "Yes," I said, abandoning myself to my sexual
urges.

Don gave my ass a gentle slap that left a tingling sensation. "I'll be
right back then," he said.  He got up and opened the door, leaving it open
as he crossed the hallway to the bathroom. I watched him from behind as he
left, taking in his muscular back and butt. Could I really be sexually
attracted to a man?

I looked at Darren, who was looking at me with a mixture of awe and
surprise. "I can't believe you're going to suck him." he whispered.

"Neither can I," I acknowledged.

We heard water running across the hall. "He wants to fuck you, Don," said
Darren. "You shoulda seen the way he was looking at your ass."

"Me? He can't fuck me! I'm not a girl." I didn't tell Darren that was
exactly what I wanted.

"I don't think it matters. "

Don came back at that exact moment with a damp wash cloth and an impressive
erection. "What're you two talking about?" he asked.

I blushed and Darren looked away. I suddenly wished I wasn't naked. Don
didn't wait for an answer. He sat down on the chair with the washcloth and
said, "I washed it for you, and brought you a washcloth if you want to do
it some more."

I moved around to stand between his legs and knelt down. I'd been between
Darren's legs to do this many times, but it seemed so much different with
Don. Maybe it was the hair. Darren was so much smoother. Maybe it was the
size of his cock and balls. I'd never seriously questioned my manhood until
then, but at that moment, I couldn't help feeling I'd somehow taken my
first step toward girldom.

Don's cock was shiny and pink from being scrubbed. I picked up the
washcloth. It was warm. I wrapped it around his cock and gently scrubbed it
some more. Don moaned softly. I looked up. His eyes were closed, and his
head was back. I looked back at the shiny cock in front of me. This was
going to be so much different from sucking Darren, I realized. I wasn't
even sure how much of it I'd be able to fit in my mouth.

Satisfied that it was clean enough, I opened my mouth and leaned forward,
letting Don's cock slide across my lips and into my mouth.  He groaned
again. "Oh, God, yeah."

It was different. I don't remember much sensation, really. I was just aware
of the fact that I had a man's cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt
it with my tongue. I felt the ridge behind the head, and the slit at the
very tip. That was where his pee came out, but I knew he wouldn't pee in my
mouth.  I felt his cock suddenly twitch, and I realized just how sexy this
really was. I pushed lower, trying to get as much of his cock into my mouth
as I could. Don kept encouraging me to go deeper, but if it went too far, I
felt myself starting to gag and had to back off.

I don't think it was a great blowjob. I was much too inexperienced to do it
very well. But just the fact that I was doing it changed something inside
me. I loved hearing Don's moans of pleasures, and knowing that I was
causing them. I loved having Don's hard cock in my mouth.

When my mouth was too tired to do any more, I leaned back and said that I
was finished.

Don sat up with a grin. "Not bad, babe. You need to learn a few things, but
we can teach you that."

I smiled, feeling proud. I don't know if Don knew how much his praise meant
to me. If he did, then he was using it to his advantage. The more he
complimented me, the harder I tried to be worthy of those compliments.

Feeling bold, I asked, "Don, will you do something for me?"

"What is it, babe?"

I wasn't sure when he'd started calling me babe and what exactly it
meant. Did it mean he thought of me as a girl? I wasn't ready to think
about it at that exact moment.  "Um, will you... uh, you know, fuck me?"

"Fuck you? Do you even know what that means?"

I blushed, embarrassed. "No," I said, staring down at the floor.

A moment later I felt Don's hands on my shoulders. "Get up," he said. "I
think I know what you want."

He led me to the bed and laid down on it. "Here. Get on top of me."

I tried not to look too excited, but I know I had a huge grin. I climbed on
top of him and felt his hot cock slide between my legs, pressing into my
crotch. I moaned softly. That's what I'd wanted ever since the thought
first came to me a week earlier.

"Is that what you wanted, baby?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

I wrapped my legs tightly around his cock, enjoying the feel of it between
my thighs.  Don put his hands on my ass and began to fondle me. I was in
heaven. It was as if every worry I'd ever had was suddenly gone, and all I
could feel was the warmth of his embrace. And the heat of his cock. I
squeezed it again between my legs. It felt so good there. So right. So
perfect.

Don began thrusting his cock up and down, using my thighs to jerk himself
off. I didn't mind. I wanted him to use my body for pleasure.  He did that
for a few minutes, and then said in a low whisper, "I'm gonna cum baby. I'm
gonna cum between your legs. Just hold on tight."

I gave his cock another squeeze, not sure what was about to
happen. Suddenly he pushed his cock up as far as he could and held it
there. I felt it twitch between my legs, and then what felt to me like warm
rain drops landing on my bare bottom. I wondered if Darren was doing
something behind us. Only he was to my right, watching us from the side.  I
felt another wet drop land on me, and then more wetness dripping down
between my legs.  I wondered if Don was peeing on me.

Feeling somewhat turned off by the thought, I tried to sit up. Don held me
tightly. "Not yet, baby," he said. "Give me a second."

As soon as I felt his grip loosen, I sat up to see what had happened. I
looked between my legs expecting to see anything but what was there – a
blob of gooey white cream.  I gave it a puzzled look. Don laughed softly.
"That's cum, baby," he said. "That's what happens when a guy fucks you."

I still didn't know what cum was, exactly, but I realized it had something
to do with sex, so I decided not to worry about it. I reached behind me and
wiped it off my butt. It was sticky. I smelled it. It had an odd smell that
reminded me of ammonia. I looked at Don, and realized that he just fucked
me.  The thought made me happy, but at the same time, I couldn't help
feeling that my manhood had slipped one more notch. I began to realize that
I made a better girl than I did a guy. That's why Don kept calling me baby.

* * * * *

Before we left, I asked Don if we could come over again. He put his arm
around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze before dropping it down to my ass
where he fondled me some more through my jeans. "I'm off next Saturday," he
said. "Come over then."

When I stopped to get Darren that next Saturday, he said that he didn't
feel well, and told me to go by myself.  That made me nervous. I wasn't
counting on being alone with Don. I couldn't think of a reason that should
matter, though, so I went alone.

We started with beers again, and then went to Don's room. "Take your
clothes off, baby," he ordered and walked out of the room.  I quickly
stripped naked and waited for him to come back.

When he did, I saw that he was carrying a bra and some lacy
underpants. "Put these on," he ordered.

I looked at him, sure he was joking. "I'm a boy," I protested.

He put his hands on my shoulder and gently turned me around so that he
could fondle my ass. "You've got a girl's ass, though. And in this room you
act more like a girl than you do a guy. So I want you to start dressing
like one."

What could I say? It wouldn't be my first time wearing panties. I'd snuck
into my sister's room a few times and tried on some of hers. I was thrilled
that Don was going to make me do it in front of him. Plus, there was no
denying that I liked what Don and I did the week before. I liked sucking
him and having him fuck me. If wearing girl clothes was what he wanted me
to do, then I'd wear girl clothes. "Okay," I said softly, pretending to
give in.

Don had me tuck my cock back between my legs so it wouldn't make a bulge in
the front of my new panties. He then had me stuff some of his socks into
the bra cups so it would look like I had breasts. As I modeled the final
outfit for him, he said, "From now on, when you're with me, your name's
going to be Donna. Okay?"

I shivered with excitement. "Okay," I said.

"Okay, Donna," he said with a grin, "Now I want you to help me take my
pants off, and use your fingers the way you do. I like that."

I helped him get his pants off, and then knelt between his legs to give him
a blowjob. "Do you want to wash it first?" he asked.

I shrugged. There didn't seem to be much point in that anymore. "No, it's
okay," I said.

With his help, I was able to give him a better blowjob than I had the first
time. He said that some time he wanted to get his cock all the way down my
throat because that's how real girls did it. "That'll take lots of
practice, though." I looked at him wondering just how much practice I was
going to get.

When my mouth was too tired to suck anymore, he let me take my panties off
and get on top of him on the bed where he put his cock between my legs and
fucked me that way. We did that until he came again. This time I was
expecting the wet gooiness between my legs and felt so proud that I was
giving him pleasure.  As we looked at his cum in my crotch, Don said, "I
dare you to taste it."

I shook my head. The smell made the thought of eating it unappealing to me.
I wiped it on my thigh and said, "I don't want to."

He shrugged. "One of these days I wanna cum in your mouth when you're
sucking me. What'll you do then?"

I looked at him, knowing he wasn't joking. I knew, if he wanted to cum in
my mouth, that I'd be unable to stop him. "Won't it make me sick or
something?" I asked

He laughed. "No babe. It won't hurt you if you swallow it. All it'll do is
make you pregnant if you're a girl. And then only if you let me squirt it
in your cunt.  But you don't have a cunt, so you're okay."

I frowned, feeling somewhat insulted by his remark about my lack of a
cunt. I vowed at that moment that if I ever figured out a way to get one, I
would.

Don noticed my pout and stopped laughing. "Hey, it's okay, babe. You don't
need a cunt to make me feel good."

That made me feel only somewhat better, even though I tried my best to
smile for him.  He started tickling me, which was nice because I liked that
he touched me all over and in such intimate places. I was giggling and
enjoying the attention, and had nearly forgotten about not having a cunt
when he rolled me onto my back and got my legs twisted up over my head so
that my butt was pointed up at him. Suddenly he stopped and said, "Hey,
look at this!"

"What?" I asked, wondering what he could be looking at.

He grinned. "I think Donna might have a cunt after all."

I looked at him quizzically, having no idea what he could mean.  I knew I
didn't have a vagina down there. "What?"

He pressed his finger softly on my anus. "Yeah, right here. This can be
Donna's cunt."

I looked at him, again wondering if he was serious. That was pointless of
course. He was always serious.  A moment later he was showing me just what
he meant. Keeping me in that position, he knelt on the bed and pressed his
cock up against my anus. "Do you want me to fuck you like a real girl,
Donna?"

I shivered, partly with excitement, partly with fear. Darren had told me
horror stories about guys putting their dicks into someone else's
buttholes. According to Darren, when it happened, the two were unable to
get separated. I had no idea how I would explain to my parents why Don and
I were suddenly connected that way. Of course, Darren was a habitual liar I
knew, so I was fairly certain that wouldn't happen. Still, I wasn't sure I
wanted to take the chance.  "But, won't we get stuck?" I asked.

Don looked at me for a full minute, unable to comprehend what I was
thinking. Suddenly he burst out laughing. "Don't worry, babe," he
said. "The hard part's going to be getting it in there. We won't have any
trouble getting it back out again."

I smiled, but had a new question.  "Why's it gonna be so hard getting it in
there?"

He rubbed his cock slowly across my butthole. I could feel the heat of it,
and it made me shiver.  In a very soft, gentle, caring voice, he explained
it to me. "It's gonna hurt, baby. You're gonna have to open up wider than
any turd you ever did before." He kept stroking his penis across my
butthole as he spoke. "But once it gets in, then it'll stop hurting, and
then it'll be so tight. It'll be just like you're a real girl and I'm
fucking your cunt. You'll make me squirt my cum and that'll make me happy
like it always does. Only I'll squirt it inside you instead of between your
legs."

I nodded. He made it sound so wonderful. "Will it make me pregnant?"

He laughed again. "You don't got the right parts to get pregnant, babe." He
leaned down and suddenly I realized he was going to kiss me. I quickly
puckered my lips to get ready.  For a second or two, Don's lips were on my
mine. But then his mouth opened and I felt his tongue pressing against my
lips. Without hesitating, I opened my mouth and let Don stick his tongue
inside. He kissed me hungrily. So hungrily it started to scare me. He was
so much bigger than me, I knew he could do almost anything he wanted to me.
And then I thought about how I was dressed. I was wearing a bra, with socks
stuffed into the cups to give me the illusion of boobs. And now a man was
kissing me.

Don and I made out on his bed for the next hour. I was now his
girlfriend. I was Donna. Part of me felt that I should be embarrassed for
that.  Part of me still clung to my last shreds of manhood.  The rest of me
embraced the change. I liked being Don's girlfriend. I liked being treated
like a girl. I liked acting like one. I wanted to be one.

When it was time for me to leave, Don had me keep the panties, and told me
to wear them during the week to remind me that at his house I was his
girlfriend. He kissed me again at the door, and fondled my bottom some
more. "See you next Sunday, Donna" he said.

* * * * *

Each week after that, on Saturday or Sunday, I saw Don. We always started
by having me drink some beer, and then went to his room and had sex. I
don't know if my parents suspected anything. They never asked, and I never
told them. And I never drank enough to get drunk.

Each week Don would add something else to my outfit. The first week it was
a skirt. He told me to keep the skirt on while he fucked me from behind. He
called it doggy-style. It still wasn't actual fucking. He just put his cock
between my legs and had me squeeze it with my thighs while he slid it in
and out. That soon became our favorite position. I liked it because I could
look back between my legs and see his cock going in and out. For some
reason that really turned me on. I also liked that Don could reach around
and play with my cock – he called it my clitty – while we fucked. If
I was careful, I could catch his sperm right when it came out. On Don's
advice, I had decided to taste it, and soon developed a craving for it. Don
liked to fuck me that way because he could play with my ass while he fucked
me.  I think he also liked looking at my asshole and thinking about the
time when he'd finally get to fuck me there. Once in a while he would even
finger my hole gently and tell
  me how good it was going to feel having his cock in there.

We also did oral sex every week. He would have me strip, and then dress
like a girl and give him a blowjob. Each week we concentrated on getting
more and more of his cock into my mouth. He taught me to relax, and just
let it go in. It took a lot of practice, just like he said, before I could
get past the gag reflex, but eventually he was able to get his cock all the
way in. We measured once, and figured out that it actually went down my
throat when he did that.

The only problem after that was not being able to breathe.  We worked that
out with a hand signal I could use to let him know I needed to breathe. He
would then pull out and let me catch my breath. The rest of time I learned
to hold my breath, and resist the urge to panic when I couldn't breathe.

Once I got good at giving him blowjobs, we started experimenting with
different positions. Don's favorite was to have me lay on my back with my
head off the edge of the bed and him facing me from above. That position
let him get his cock the deepest of anything we tried, even though it was
the hardest for me. His balls would hang across my face and make it hard
for me to breathe.  My favorite position for oral was to do a 69. I would
get on top of him and suck his cock while he licked my butt hole.

Don never asked to suck my cock for me, and I never asked him to do it. I
was the girl, and it just seemed like something neither of us really wanted
to do.

The first time I tasted sperm was about our fifth or sixth time
together. Don had already told me that he wanted to cum in my mouth some
day, and I knew he was serious. It took me a couple of weeks to mentally
prepare for it. I figured out that the best time to do it was right after
he came between my legs. I would wipe the cum from my crotch, and wipe it
on my thigh. I decided I would just lick it from my hand instead.  The
first time I tried to do that I chickened out. But the second time, I did
it. I wiped Don's cum from my crotch, and smelled it. The smell was still
very strong, but by then it was getting familiar to me, and I was starting
to associate it with sex.  Before I could change my mind, I opened my mouth
and licked the cum from my fingers. It had kind of a weird taste, but I was
pleasantly surprised that it was actually somewhat sweet. After that I
would taste his sperm every time I could.

After a few weeks of eating the cum from my crotch, Don said I was ready to
have him squirt it right into my mouth. It was a little weird sucking him,
knowing that he was going to cum in my mouth before we finished. I was
wearing a skirt and a bra, and I felt very girlish that day. The hardest
part was to keep going after my mouth got tired. But, finally I was
rewarded with a mouthful of warm, tasty cum.

I knew he was cumming when it happened. I knew because his cock twitched
and he groaned – two signs I had come to recognize. I don't really
remember him squirting in my mouth, though. I guess there was just so much
saliva in there that it was hard to notice a little extra fluids. The only
thing I remember is it suddenly tasted a little saltier, and I figured that
had to be his cum.

A few times after that we would do it more carefully, having him jerk off
right at the last onto my face and into my mouth. That let me taste it
better.

Along with having me wear a skirt, Don had me wear some nylons and panty
hose, some clip-on earrings, a blouse a couple of times, high heels,
necklaces, bracelets, lipstick once in a while – he really liked it when
I gave him a blowjob when I was wearing lipstick – and a little bit of,
makeup.

The style for boys back then was to let their hair grow long, and Don
talked me into letting my hair grow out. My dad was having a fit every time
he saw me. "You look like a fairy," he would say. I never told him how
close to the truth that was.  I knew he'd have an even bigger fit if he
ever found out what I did with Don every weekend.

I refused to cut my hair, however, and finally Dad accepted the fact that I
had long hair. Eventually, I was able to style it somewhat when I went to
Don's; although I looked forward to the day when I could do anything I
wanted with it.

* * * *

It was the Saturday after my fourteenth birthday when Don said it was time
for me to get fucked in my cunt. Up until then we'd continued doing it with
his cock between my legs.  "It's time we made you a real woman," he said.

I'd had a lot of time to get ready for that day. Both mentally and
physically. Mentally was easiest. I loved having Don's cock between my
legs, and in my mouth. I loved holding it and feeling it in my hands. It
was a natural thing for me to want to feel it inside me. I relished the
thought of Don and me being "connected" together in such an intimate way. I
don't know. I guess I still liked to believe that we might actually get
stuck that way and that I'd have to spend the rest of my life with Don's
cock inside my ass. I would even imagine us going to parties and places,
wearing special clothes because we were permanently attached – his front
to my back – and that everyone would know what had happened to us.

I'd also tried to do some physical preparation. Every chance I got I
started putting penis-shaped objects into my rectum.  Carrots were fun to
try, and Mom was happy that I'd grown so fond of them. I'd take them to the
bathroom, shove them up my ass a few times, then wash them off and eat
them. That sounds kind of gross, I know, but I wasn't really in a position
where I could do anything else.

I also discovered that the smooth, wooden handle of the toilet plunger was
a convenient way of teaching myself to accept a cock. I could do that
during a routine trip to the bathroom and no one would ever know.  I also
learned the importance of cleanliness. I learned that it was best if I
cleared out the outgoing stuff before I inserted the incoming stuff. Later,
I learned that enemas were a good way of preparing for a date where sex was
a possibility, but back then, I just settled for natural methods.

And I also learned how to accept cock-shaped objects into my ass. It
wasn't, and isn't, as easy as it first seems. Rectums, it turns out, are
set up as one way streets. So, you have to use a little trickery to get
them to work the other way. First, and most important, I learned, is that
you have to want something to go inside you that way. If you're not
willing, it makes it incredibly difficult, and you run the risk of
injury. But if you relax, it's much easier.

Second, I learned that you have to do something that, at first, seems
counter-intuitive. You have to push out while the object is pushing
in. That opens the muscles that constrict the opening, and lets it go in
that much easier.

And third, I learned, is it really, really helps to use lubrication. In my
self-experimenting, I usually used liberal amounts of saliva. Especially
when I was doing a carrot, which I knew I'd have to eat later.  Other
times, like with the handle of the plunger, I'd use Vaseline. That was
somewhat risky, because I had to wash it off thoroughly when I was done to
keep anyone from discovering that the handle was coated with a thin layer
of oil.  I'm sure I didn't always do that, but nobody ever seemed to
notice. At least, they never said anything.

The plunger handle, which was only about 3/4 "in diameter, was fairly
easy. The carrots, depending on their size, could be a little harder. I
soon learned what Don had meant when he told me it was going to hurt.
Still, I was hopeful that a cock would somehow be easier than those thick
carrots.

Yes and no. Don's cock was thicker than any carrot I ever tried. There was
just no way to prepare for the real thing in terms of size. When it went in
that first time, I literally cried.  It hurt that bad.

But then came the miracle that you just don't get with a carrot. I actually
tried to nibble a few carrots into shapes that were more cock-like,
concentrating on creating a ridge an inch or two below a rounded tip. I'm
no artist, and I never got anything that was truly lifelike. When Don put
his cock inside me, it hurt like hell at first. My practice had also taught
me that I needed to just work through that initial pain. I made Don promise
that, once he started, he wouldn't pull it out until he had it all the way
in. "No matter how much I beg you to take it out, promise me you'll keep
going." I said.

Don swore he would, but we agreed that I could use my hand signal, the one
I used to let him know I couldn't breathe when giving him a blowjob, to let
him know it was hurting me too much.

So, with just the tip of Don's cock inside me, I was moaning and swearing,
using every dirty word I could think of.  But Don kept going. He went
slowly, pausing frequently to let me get used to the pressure.  At last, he
got the entire head of his cock past my sphincter, and that's when the
miracle occurred. It stopped hurting.

I stopped swearing, and felt Don's cock push deeper and deeper inside me. I
don't know how to describe the feeling of that moment. Don's cock was
inside me. I could feel it. Oh, how I could feel it.  When he finally
started to fuck me for real – by moving his cock in and out – I could
feel his big, heavy balls swing forward and slap against my crotch. There
was just something incredibly satisfying about that feeling. It's like my
own ball sack was a pathetic imitation of a real man's balls, and the feel
of Don's balls hitting me emphasized the difference.

Plus, it let me know in a definitive way that I was getting fucked.  And
since I was getting fucked, I knew I had to be a girl. I guess I'd given up
on ever being a real man again, and was already thinking of myself as a
girl. A girl who just happened to be cursed with a man's body. It was like
Don had said – getting fucked made me a real woman.

I don't know how long it took, but eventually Don reached an orgasm. I felt
the familiar twitch of his cock, preceded by a deep thrust. "Oh god," I
moaned, burying my face in the mattress. At that moment I knew there was no
way I'd ever be happy being anything but a man's feminine plaything.