Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:09:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fucked-Up Kid Chapter 6

Fucked Up Kid

By

Toby Tyler

Comments and suggestions welcome: Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

Chapter 6

"Mom! How could you let him do this! Ishmael got these for me at Victoria's
Secret!" Donovan's sister was waving around a pair of bloodstained panties,
the very pair, in fact, that Donovan wore the first night I fucked him.

"Janis, I really don't know why you're upset about all this. Ishmael can
get you another pair."

"That's not the point! You've been letting Donovan play dress-up with MY
stuff while I was away! If it's so important for Donovan to explore his
`identity' or whatever the hell he's exploring, why don't you just take him
to The Fashion Bug and buy him whatever the fuck he wants?"

Donovan and I were sitting on the loveseat in his living room. "Uh,
Donovan," I whispered, "I have a feeling I shouldn't be here right now." I
began to get up.

Donovan grabbed my arm. "No, Tim, stay! She'll calm down!"

"Look Janis," I said nervously, "I'm really sorry about all this. I really
think I should be going now."

"I don't have a problem with you, Tom. You're a good friend of Dylan and
it's really nice of you to look after Donovan sometimes. And at least
you're kinda normal."

"It's Tim" I corrected her.

"Tim. No, I don't have a problem with you being around during our little
family discussion here. I do have a problem with little JonBenet over
here. Donovan, where did all this blood come from? What have you been doing
to yourself?"

"I had my period."

"Very fucking funny!"

"Please Janis, you're overreacting!" Donovan's mother was trying her best
to be very diplomatic.

"Has this entire family gone totally crazy since I left? I'm sure his
right-wing psychopath of a father would never let him get away with
anything like this! Why don't you send him to live with his dad for a
while? I'm sure that'll put a stop to all this nonsense!"

"Look, Janis," I said, intervening on Donovan's behalf, "I'm sure Donovan's
really sorry for what he did. How `bout I drive him to Victoria's Secret
and he'll buy you a replacement pair?"

"I guess you can do that, if you really don't mind looking though bras and
panties all afternoon."

I was in a generous mood as I drove Donovan to Victoria's Secret. "Hey
Sadie," he smiled when I called him Sadie, "after we get those panties for
your sister, pick out anything you want in the store, and I'll get it for
you."

Donovan was elated. "Tim, that's so sweet! This is the first time a boy
ever took me lingerie shopping!" He leaned over, struggling with his safety
belt, and planted a kiss on my cheek.

We got to the Victoria's Secret in the Broadhollow Mall and quickly located
a replacement pair of panties for Janis. Donovan and I then started to look
around. An attractive young saleswoman approached me.

"Can I help you?"

"Just looking."

"For your girlfriend?"

"For him," I mumbled, pointing to Donovan, who was looking at a purple
negligee, "he needs some new panties."

"Oh." She turned to Donovan. "Do you want to reveal or to conceal?"

Donovan thought for a moment. "Uh, I kinda want to reveal, but not too
much. What should I try?"

"How about these? They're Brazilian style, and only a little
revealing. What's your size?"

"Dunno. What do you think?"

The sales girl took a look at Donovan's hips. "Hmm, I'd say you could
either take a 5 or a 6. Why don't you try these? I think they'd look nice
on you. Dressing room's over there." She handed him a pink satin and lace
pair.

When Donovan was trying on his panties, I was left feeling rather awkward
standing next to the sales girl. "I know you probably think this is really
weird," I mumbled, turning red.

"Oh, no, I see this kind of thing all the time. Although I gotta say, your
brother is the youngest one I've seen in here. But it's cool he knows what
he's into at an early age, and it's cool he has a supportive brother like
you."

I didn't bother explaining to her that Donovan wasn't my brother.

Donovan came out of the dressing room, wearing nothing but the Brazilian
panties. "Hey Tim, whaddya think?" he asked, waving his ass around for me.

"They look nice."

"Think they show too much cheek?"

"No, they're fine."

Donovan also tried on some bras, but I encouraged him to stick with the
panties. Donovan picked out five pairs he liked. They were expensive, and I
couldn't believe how much I was spending on my fourteen-year-old
cross-dressing boyfriend. But I made Donovan happy, and that was all that
mattered.

The sun had set when we were in Victoria's Secret and it was dark as I was
driving Donovan home. We were taking a shortcut through one of the back
roads.

"Hey Tim, pull over, will ya? I gotta take a piss."

I pulled over so that Donovan could piss by the side of the road. When he
got out of the car, he gestured for me to follow him on a path into the
woods.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked.

"I just wanna show you something. It's kinda cool."

"We've gotta get back to your mom's house for dinner. It better not take
long."

"It's just up this path a little bit."

"It's creepy out here," I groaned. "I don't like being in the woods at
night." I followed him with some hesitation. The only sounds we could hear
is the snapping of twigs underfoot. Soon we came to an abandoned house in a
clearing. Judging by the broken windows and the graffiti, nobody had been
living there for about 20 years.

"Here it is!" Donovan chirped. "This is like the greatest make-out spot
ever! Some guys dragged some mattresses in to fuck on!"

There was no front door, so we just walked in. It was hard to see, but it
looked like the walls inside were as graffiti-covered as the outside. We
stepped over broken beer bottles to one of the stained mattresses. Donovan
sat down and motioned for me to sit beside him. Then he gave me that same
sexy look that he had given me the first time we had kissed in the laundry
room, when I still thought he was a girl.

"Tim, I'm starting to get a little spooked. Why don't you hold onto
me. It's a little scary this time of night."

"I told you we could go back to the car if you wanted," I said, putting my
arms around him.

"I'll be all right, Tim. Just hold onto me. No, not there.Yeah, right
there!"

I felt his hardon through his sweatpants. "It's pretty easy to figure out
what you want!" I laughed, pulling his sweatpants down. Donovan laid back
as I began sucking his stiff cock. Then I noticed that he was wearing
another pair of Victoria's Secret panties.

"Hey, I didn't buy you those!" I exclaimed.

"Haven't you ever heard of a five-finger-discount?"he giggled.

"You've been pretty naughty lately! I'm going to have to find a way to
punish you with a good hard fucking!" I put my finger in my mouth and then
resumed sucking him, sliding my finger up Donovan's asshole. He moaned and
reached down for my zipper. As he struggled with one hand to get my fly
open, I pulled my finger out, licked his ass juices off of it and stuck it
back in.

We didn't even bother taking our clothes off. I had my pants around my
ankles and Donovan had his sweatpants and panties around his knees. He was
lying on his back with his ass up in the air when I penetrated him.

I was fucking Donovan as usual when I noticed that he still had his
sneakers on. Without pulling out, I stopped fucking and started to pull one
of his sneakers off.

"You don't have to take `em off," Donovan said, "we're just having a
quickie."

"I want `em off," I explained. "I wanna try something." I struggled to get
Donovan's sneakers off, then his socks. I noticed that Donovan had painted
his toenails. "Nice color," I remarked as I began licking the sole of his
left foot.

"I'm glad I just had them done for you, Tim," Donovan laughed. "I had no
idea you were into feet!"

"You got real pretty feet," I told him. "I could lick them all night!"

"Please do, but concentrate on your fucking. My asshole needs your
attention, too."

I responded by thrusting my cock in all the way. Donovan gasped. "Yeah,
like that," he said, looking very pleased.

As I fucked him, I went back and forth, licking the pretty little toes on
his left foot and then his right foot. What really sent me over the edge
was when I had all of his toes wiggling around in my mouth. I shot my load
in his ass, and continued to fuck him until he came, jerking himself off.

I pulled out and hurriedly wiped my dick on a tissue. Donovan was still on
the bed in fucking position. "Hey Tim?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well, you just came in my ass, and it's all gonna leak out and ruin my new
panties."

"Oh sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to forget about you. Here's a tissue."

"I was thinking that you would suck the cum out of my ass for me. After
all, you put it in there!"

"Hey, that's nasty!"

"Not much nastier than you licking my smelly feet!"  "Yeah, but that's my
cum!"

"So what? You eat mine."

"That's different! I never eat my own cum!"

"You mean you've never eaten your own cum?" Donovan asked. "Look, I eat my
own cum all the time!" He wiped a gob of jizz off his stomach and started
to lick it off his fingers. Then he wiped up another gob and held out his
fingers for me to lick. "Here, lick mine first."

"Okay, if you insist."

I licked Donovan's cum off his fingers, then put my face near his
asshole. "Here goes," I said. I began licking the wet area around his hole,
which started to pucker up. Donovan squeezed like he was going to take a
shit, and a little fart came out.

"That's all the air you pumped me up with," he informed me. I was starting
to get horny again as I continued to lick Donovan's asshole. Soon my sperm
began to trickle out of his hole. I lapped it up. It tasted fine. I wasn't
sure why I had made such a big fuss over it. I continued to lick my cum out
of Donovan's ass, and then when it seemed there was no more, I stuck my
tongue deep inside and wiggled it around to get every last bit. Even after
all our fucking, Donovan's asshole was still pretty tight and I couldn't
get my tongue in as far as I would have liked.

When I was done, Donovan pulled up his panties and led me back through the
trail to the car. When we got back in the car I asked Donovan how he had
found the abandoned house.

"It's a place I've always heard stories about from the older guys," he
explained. "The old Weatherwax house. When I was little, all the high
school guys used to brag about how they'd take their girls there to get
high, drink and fuck. I think Dylan lost his virginity there. I used to be
jealous of them and I'd say to Dylan, `take me to the old Weatherwax
house!' but he never would. He'd always say, `you're too young' and I
decided that one day I was gonna do it with someone in the Weatherwax
house. And tonight I finally did." Donovan smiled, reached over and put his
hand on my thigh.

"That's a cool story," I said, "but a really creepy place, out in the woods
back there. I'm surprised it never got torn down. How come nobody lives
there?"

"Oh, there's something I forgot to mention. It's totally haunted."

"That doesn't surprise me. But still you wanted to go in there."

"Yeah, I was scared as hell, but I really wanted to get fucked in there."

"I wouldn't have gone in there if you told me it was haunted! I'm glad
nothing-"

Just then I heard a strangulated croak come from Donovan's throat. I turned
and saw him sitting in the passenger seat, white as a sheet. Then I saw
what he was looking at. A small boy came into the view of my headlights. He
was just standing by the side of the road.

"Donovan, you're freaking yourself out!" I laughed. "It's not a ghost. It's
just some kid trying to cross the street."

"Then where is he now?" Donovan croaked.

"I don't know. Maybe he hid behind a tree or something. Calm down, will
you? You don't really believe all that stuff, do you?"

"Didn't you see that? Your car passed by and now he's gone. Look in your
rearview mirror. Oh fuck! That was Billy Weatherwax!"

"Stop it, Donovan! Now you're freaking me out!"

"It happened just like in the fuckin' story! It happened when I was really
little. I remember it in the papers. Mr. Weatherwax went nuts and killed
his family with a shotgun. Billy Weatherwax was the last to die. He ran out
of the house and out onto the road to call for help. His dad shot him in
the back right when he got to the road." Donovan gripped my leg
tightly. "After it happened, nobody would buy the house, so it was
abandoned. People say they've seen the ghost of Billy Weatherwax on this
road at night, calling for help. That was totally him! Fuck! Let's get the
hell out of here!"

Just another night with my dear, sweet, underage cross-dressing boyfriend.

To be continued.