Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2011 12:06:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Lissa S <lblissa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Free Condoms Part 1 (TG)

If you like this story and want to read more, or if you have any questions,
you can email me at lblissa@yahoo.com.

The following is inspired by an event that occurred in my life shortly
after puberty, but it is a work of fiction.

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	My name's Allen. When I was thirteen, a friend of mine heard a
rumor. It went like this: If you go to the school clinic, and ask for a
condom, they HAVE to give you one. My friend Elliot brought it to my
attention during P.E. Class one morning. So during lunch, we walked up to
the clinic to find out if it was true. We were accompanied by our friend
Sam, the third man of our little trio, and Billy, an older boy from
class. Billy was large for his age, but was especially larger than us
because he had been held back in school once or twice. Billy wasn't someone
we normally hung around with, but he overheard our rumor and was determined
to accompany us to find out the truth.

	When we got to the clinic, Elliot was first to the counter. I was
nervous as to what they would have to say to our bizarre request, but
surprisingly, the nurse's only reaction was to put a bowl of condoms up on
the counter for us to each grab one. Fantastic! It was just a condom, but
at the time, holding one in my hand for the first time, owning one, made me
feel like I was becoming a man. Outside, we all stood around, feeling like
becoming men. I think it was Sam that said, "Damn, is it weird that I want
to have sex more than ever just to try this thing out?"
	I'm sure it was Billy who said, "Too bad aint none of you a girl,
or I might have to take you out into the woods over there and try it out
right now." I laughed, not because it was funny, but more as an
acknowledgement of something being said, since I was still distracted,
looking down at my new condom.
	Sam joked, "None of you have a pussy we don't know about, do you?"
I laughed again. But Billy had something to say about that.
	"Actually, y'all probably don't know cause you're too young, but
you don't need a pussy to have sex. I've seen tons of porno at my Dad's
house, and people have sex in the ass at least as much as they have it in
the pussy," Billy informed us.
	Sam laughed, "Well we all have assholes." It seemed me and Elliot
were passengers in this conversation. "So we could try these out right now
if somebody wants to take one for the team."
	Billy looked at the three of us and said almost immediately, "I
vote for Allen."
	Wait! What was I being voted on for exactly?! Surprised, I finally
looked up from my condom to say the only thing I could think to say, "Huh?"
	Sam nodded and laughed, "Yeah, Allen does look the most like a
girl." Elliot was too good of a friend to add anything that might hurt my
feelings, but he looked at me the same way the other two were looking at
me... he was casually sizing me up.
	I was caught off guard, protesting, "I don't look like a girl." I
actually did kind of look like a girl. I had long hair. A very fair face
with soft features. I wasn't very athletic, so although I had a slender
frame, I was lined in a thin layer of baby fat that made my body look soft
like a girl's. I wouldn't say I was prissy, but I was most definitely the
least masculine of the the four of us.
	"Close enough!" Billy laughed. At this point, it seemed all three
guys were actually up for this proposal that I was only half sure had been
proposed. I couldn't even think of anything to say, so I just shook my head
with my mouth hanging open.
	Sam tried to convince me, "Come on, man. It's cool. We just need to
try these things out so we know how to use them. Otherwise, if we get a
chance to score with a girl, we won't know what we're doing. We could get
her pregnant or get a disease, or maybe not even get to fuck her at all."
	Billy interjected, "Yeah, that's true. I mean, I've had sex before,
but I never used a condom. Cause you know, they wouldn't sell them to me at
the store." (I suspect that Billy was still a virgin)
	I objected, "But..." I tried to reason out why this was a bad idea,
"...but..." for some reason, this was the best I came up with, "...so you
guys all get to try the condoms out on me, but I don't get to try them out?
That's not fair."
	Elliot contributed something to the conversation for the first
time, "You can try it on me. After we all use ours, I'll let you use yours
on me." I was surprised, both because it was nice of Elliot to offer, and
because I now had confirmation that all three of the guys, including my
best friend, Elliot, wanted me to serve as their partner in sex practice.
	I was speechless, so Billy stepped in, "So it's settled!" He put
his arm around me and led me toward the woods behind the clinic. (the
clinic was at the far end of the school, and there was nothing else around
that area but forest, so it seemed like our best option for an impromptu
sex location) I almost felt like I was out-of-body when Billy put his arm
around me. I hadn't officially agreed to anything, but I guess my feet had
accepted it, because I was walking with Billy into the woods. The other two
followed.
	I was straight... or at least I thought I was at that time... the
point is I was definitely into girls, and had never thought about being
with a man in that way. I'm pretty sure the other guys are still
straight. And yet here we were, taking off in the woods together to have
(protected) sex. If we were older, I think this probably wouldn't have
happened. But they were all old enough to get horny at the drop of a hat,
and young enough that it didn't seem like THAT big of a deal to stick it in
your buddy's butt as a larf.

	In the woods, someone was telling me to take my pants off. My
thoughts were everywhere, thinking over what I was doing and was I really
doing it and how could I get out of it and CAN I get out of it, etc, but
without any clear decision on my part, all I did was... follow the
instructions. While I took my pants off and folded them neatly, the guys
were arguing over who got to go first. They decided the guy with the
biggest dick would go first. (a method clearly about establishing dominance
and manliness, and not about consideration for MY comfort) I'm pretty sure
Billy is the one who suggested this method, since he had the biggest
dick. I remember feeling weird about looking at three of my schoolmates
taking their dicks out and figuring out which order they were going to go
into me. Elliot had the second biggest, and most average-looking. Sam came
in third and was definitely on the small side. He seemed mad about this. I
theorized that his small penis might have contributed to his
personality. (Sam was smaller in stature than a lot of guys, but he was
very athletic, and always competed like he had something to prove) I pulled
my tighty whities down and laid them on my pants. I was now just wearing my
T-shirt and my socks and shoes. My shirt hung just to my waist, so it was
clear to everyone that my soft penis was the smallest of all of us.

	"Lay down," Billy had that big dick out and was stroking it,
getting it totally hard so he could put his condom on. I couldn't believe
what was happening. And that I was apparently going along with it. As I sat
my bare bottom down on the leaf covered ground, I remember feeling
impressed by Billy's cock. (especially impressive since he probably still
had some growing to do) I leaned back on my elbows and watched Billy
stretching the condom over the swollen head of his dick. Compared to Billy,
I felt like I WAS a girl. I hesitantly spread my legs for him.
	"Lube yourself up," Billy instructed me as he rolled the condom
down over his rock hard shaft. I looked confused. Billy explained like I
was stupid, "Spit on your fingers. And finger yourself." I did. I
uncertainly spit on the fingers of one hand, rubbed the glob of spit
between my butt cheeks, and slipped my middle finger into my butthole. I've
come to get a lot of pleasure from anal insertion, but at that moment, I
didn't know what to feel. I just did what I was told. The other two guys
were silent, speechless, looking down at me, bottomless, spreadeagle on the
ground, fingering myself, about to get fucked. Billy spit on the (already
lubricated) condom on his dick and stroked himself as he knelt between my
legs. I pulled my fingers out of my butt so he could get to me. I laid back
on the ground and spread my thighs to give him better access.
	"And keep your fucking junk covered!" Billy commanded. I
immediately put my hand over my genitals. (I could easily cover myself
completely with one hand) Billy continued, "I'm trying to pretend you're
Britney Spears, I don't need to see that little thing bouncing around." And
then I felt for the first time, a penis pressing in between my butt
cheeks. And all I did was lay there and try to spread myself for him. Billy
got his prick lined up against my butthole, and pushed. It didn't go in
right away, so he pushed a little harder. I realized that I might be
tensing up, so I closed my eyes, focused, and tried to relax myself down
there as much as possible.
	It wasn't pain as much as a blinding flash that I experienced when
the head finally slipped past my anus. My mouth opened wide, but I didn't
cry out. I don't think I could have if I tried. I just gasped in air. My
eyes clenched tight, the only thing keeping me from rolling around on the
ground was Billy pinning me down. I think my penis actually shrank a little
more.
	Billy grunted a lot, pumping into me, he seemed to be oblivious to
the pain I was in. "Ughh, yeahh..." Billy fucked me, holding my legs up in
the air. I don't think I would have been able to hold them up myself. By
the time the initial shock subsided enough for me to be aware of what was
happening down there, Billy was all the way in me. He pumped in and out of
me, moaning, "Fuck yeah... You're so fucking tight... Take it all,
baby... Good girl..." and so on. I felt his massive balls and dangling
scrotum slapping into my bottom. I heard them slapping against me, I heard
the leaves beneath us rustling to our rhythm, I heard Billy's breathy
moaning, and I heard the crinkling of the condom as it went in and out of
me. Billy said to the guys with a laugh, "Oh yeah, fellas, she's definitely
a virgin."
	It was still rather unpleasant, but after I started to get used to
what was being done to me, I found I could open my eyes. I looked up at
Billy, on top of me, thrusting away, face filled with pleasure. (Billy,
however, was NOT looking at ME) Strangely, seeing how much he was enjoying
me made me feel better about what I was letting him do) I looked over at
the other guys, watching me laid out on my back like a girl, legs in the
air, getting pounded by the biggest, dumbest guy in our class. I made eye
contact with Elliot, and I could see sympathy in his face. It looked like
Sam was putting his condom on already, getting ready for his own turn.
	I stopped looking at the guys when Billy pulled my long hair over
my face. I guessed this was so he could pretend I was whatever girl he
wanted to be sticking it to right now. He groaned, "oh yeah, bitch" pumping
in me with strong, short thrusts. The hair over my face occasionally
flitted up in the air as I gasped in and then out. Through my shirt, Billy
grabbed at where my breasts would be if I was a real girl. Of course, with
my soft layer of baby fat and puffy nipples, Billy was able to get a decent
handful of tit. (probably at least as much as he would have gotten from
some of the other girls) I accidentally let out a little, "...uh..." when
he did this, then immediately started focusing on suppressing such noises,
lest I give the impression that I was enjoying this.
	Billy groaned and strained, pushing his hips in between my thighs,
his arms quivering a bit. I could feel his cock twitching in my butt, and I
knew he was cumming. I peeked through my hair, up at Billy's face as he
orgasmed. It filled me with a odd mix of shame and pride as Billy finished
in me, then pulled his cock out of my hole, whispering, "Oh yeah." Panting,
Billy stood up. I laid there on the ground, ravished, legs spread, hands
still hiding my little package, breathing heavily, hair tossled, looking up
at the man who did it to me. Billy pulled his condom off, and tossed it on
me. It landed on my chest, and spilled some of his juice out onto my
shirt. I snatched it off of me to keep my shirt clean, but it had already
left a big wet spot of what had to be a mix of semen and spermicide. I shot
Billy a bitchy look, but he wasn't paying any attention.
	Billy had put his thing away and was fastening his pants. He turned
away, patted Elliot on the back and said, "Have fun with my sloppy
seconds. Hope I didn't stretch it out too much for ya." And he walked back
toward the school. I brushed the hair from my face and looked up at my best
friend, Elliot. He was tearing a condom packet open with his teeth. He
stepped over to me and pulled his pants down to just above his knees. He
was already hard, and started putting his condom on. Elliot had a very
attractive dick, pretty yet masculine. I was a little surprised as I
instinctively spread my legs again, ready for another boy to fuck
me. Elliot got between my legs, dick in hand, aiming it at my entrance. He
didn't bother to lube himself up. I don't know if that's because he didn't
think of it, or because he realized that at this point, it was unnecessary.
	Elliot took one of my ankles in his free hand, raised my leg in the
air, and put his penis in my butt. I inhaled and it slid in easily. I
looked up at Elliot. My best friend was looking in my eyes as he entered
me. Feeling how accomodating I was now, he slid it in to the hilt and
started pumping right away. Compared to Billy's invasion, Elliot's was
quite pleasant. He was very gentle with me, almost loving. The way he was
being tender with me made me almost want to kiss him. I didn't dare. I
didn't want anyone to think I was gay. Elliot's belt buckle jingled as he
humped me. I still clasped my hand over my package, not only to hide my
boyhood, but also because I didn't want to risk anyone seeing... I was
starting to enjoy it. I looked over at Sam, watching me get fucked with one
leg in the air. Sam had his condom on and was stroking himself. I bit my
lip.
	Elliot was starting to get vocal, but just barely. Moaning softly,
he started grinding his lap into my bottom, and said, "Oh fuck..." He was
cumming, twitching inside me. I relished the look on his face as he
orgasmed inside me. He hadn't lasted very long at all, but I couldn't
really blame him. He looked at me with a sympathetic, but sort of confused
expression, staying in me for a moment, then pulled out. I wondered what he
felt at that moment. I felt a little confused myself, since I just let my
best friend fuck me in the woods at school, with an audience. Elliot pulled
his condom off and dropped it on the ground. He stood up, putting his
member away, zipping up, buckling his pants, and said, "I got to go. I'll
call you later." He hurried off. I remember thinking it was funny because
don't guys always say 'I'll call you' to girls after they blow their load
and take off?
	Sam was in between my legs very quickly, eager to prove that he was
the best fuck of the three, despite having the smallest dick. He pushed my
legs back a little, giving him great access to my well-used little hole,
and slid into me. I found that I didn't mind him in me at all. After
getting fucked by two bigger guys, Sam was a relief. I realized that his
small but rock hard penis actually felt nice inside me. Once he was in, he
laid his weight across me, and began thrusting. I made sure to keep a hand
over my package. I didn't want Sam feeling something small and hard poking
him in the stomach while he was doing his business. God, he was really
working it, rippling his rock hard abdomen in waves, pumping into me
sensually, proving his prowess as a lover. He worked hard to be the best,
and he was. The sheer sexuality of it forced little breathy moans out of me
again and again. I hoped he thought my moaning and intense expression on my
face was due to the pain I was feeling from letting three guys run a train
on me, and didn't realize that it was because I was starting to get really,
really into what he was doing.
	Eventually, he started picking up the pace, slapping into me again
and again. I tried to surpess my girly little moans, but it was tough with
such an athletic, hard-bodied young boy fucking the hell out of me as if
his life depended on it. Before I realized it, the sexy body on top of me,
the piston going in and out of my hole, the slapping against my bottom, and
the straining of my little package against my hand, gave me this weird
rush, and I suddenly realized I was having an orgasm. It was ecstasy, then
a mix of ecstasy and horror as my hand filled up with my splooge. As my
orgasm subsided, I whimpered and clasped my crotch, hoping my ejaculate
wouldn't spill out onto Sam. The sensation I felt in my bottom as he fucked
me seemed to change after I orgasmed. First, it was weirder, a little less
pleasant. Then I started accepting it and it felt... right. I started
feeling like I was a girl. Like I belonged here, pinned under a teenage
boy, letting him go to town on me. I started to really enjoy it. I started
to love it. I wanted him to keep fucking me for as long as he needed to in
order to satisfy his hot young lust.
	Sam tensed up and plowed into me, groaning in pleasure, "Ohhh
yeeaahhhh...uhhhh..." I realized just how muscular Sam was as every muscle
in his bodied went stiff and he shot his wad into the condom we were
testing out. His thrusts slowed, but he kept pumping into me for several
more strokes. He leaned back and pulled out of me just in time, as I felt a
trickle of my own cum dribbling through my fingers and down my crotch. When
Sam got up, I sat up and closed my legs, trying to hide the fact that I
came while he was fucking me. I don't know if he wondered why I was still
sitting there, holding myself, or if he even cared. He yanked his condom
off and tossed it to the side before awkwardly pulling his pants back
up. The school bell rang, signifying the end of lunch as Sam zipped up his
pants. He said, "See ya," as he walked off, back to class.

	I just sat there bare-assed on the ground in my T-Shirt and
sneakers, a freshly-used fuck doll with her cum-filled hands clasped over
her genitals. I looked down at the spot on my shirt where Billy's cum had
landed. It was drying into an obvious crusty white spot. I pouted. I
couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a big cum spot on my chest, and I
had no way to wash up out here. I had no choice. I lifted that part of my
shirt up and took it in my mouth, slobbering and sucking on it, unwillingly
tasting Billy's load mixed with spermicide. I spit and sucked on the shirt
until the cum stain was just a wet spot. I felt an instant of satisfaction
in solving the problem and making myself presentable for school. Then
quickly realized that I was still sitting bottomless in the woods like a
ravished little slut, with a sore ass and a crotch covered in a liberal
coating of sperm. Only then did I remember that Elliot was supposed to let
me try my condom on him! Maybe that's what that look he gave me was... He
didn't want what was done to me done to him, and he felt bad about not
repaying the favor. I looked at one of the used condoms. The one laying
closest to me. Elliot's condom. I picked it up off the ground, examined it,
put the opening in my mouth, and lifted the resevoir tip, filling my mouth
with my best friend's sperm.

I was going to be late for class.