Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2008 00:42:48 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mall, Chap. 3

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
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				 The Mall
			    by Amber Fountaine

			       Chapter Three

	Calling an older boy, five years my senior, and asking if he'd like
to be a sissy too is generally not a good idea. I could develop serious
health issues that way - things like busted lips, broken teeth, and black
eyes for instance. But I wasn't too worried about that happening with
Randy. Every instinct of my young mind told me Randy was a soul mate in the
sissy department. He hadn't been at all shy about my coming on to him
dressed as a girl, had eagerly sucked my cock when Roni had told him to,
and then done it on his own while Jim had fucked Roni. I think from the
moment I met Randy, when he'd walked in the door and made the comment about
me `getting' to dress as Kayla, like I was the luckiest guy in the world,
I'd known he wasn't nearly as macho as he and Jim pretended to be.
	So I was anxious to call him and see why he'd left the note that
said, "Call me - I want to talk to you about Roni and some other things."
Leaving me a note, instead of telling me in front of everyone, led me to
believe he didn't want his friend Jim to know. I knew he had a crush on
Roni, even if she was dating his best friend. However Roni was sure he was
interested in getting to know Kayla a lot better. That was fine with me. I
don't know if there's such a thing as being a natural born cocksucker like
Roni was trying to make me believe, but for sure `Kayla' had become an avid
one.
	As I was to learn over time and with maturity, sucking cock is a
lot like eating liver and it's the same for men or women. Either you love
it or you hate it. There doesn't seem to be any middle ground. I knew of
all the stigma of being known as a cocksucker and really didn't want any
part of that. It was like the ultimate worst thing you could be known for
where I went to school. I didn't know of a cocksucker at my school and no
one else seemed to know of one for sure, but we all knew that was the worst
possible thing you could be. Now I wasn't so sure. I wondered if any of the
other guys would like it as much as I had if they ever got the chance to
try it. But I damn sure wasn't going to be the one to suggest that they do.
      I felt as long as I kept this new found delight a secret from my
friends at school, I shouldn't have a problem. Chris, my neighbor, and the
first boy I'd sucked (was it possible that it had been only yesterday?),
would be in high school the next year and not likely to know any of the
other boys my age. Jim and Randy, the two I'd sucked earlier that
afternoon, were even older and were both in college. I didn't know about
Jim, but I suspected Randy wanted to get to know me better and on a regular
basis. Why a boy starting college would be interested in a fourteen
year-old I had no idea. However I suspected there had to be some sort of
mutual interest and all he knew about me so far was that I dressed as a
girl and liked to give head. Would he be less interested if he knew that as
little as three days earlier, I'd never done either? I was anxious to call
him, like Roni said, to find out exactly what he had in mind. But I had to
give him time to get home.
	Roni wanted to get back on the internet so that's what we did,
going back to all the eGroups she'd found and registering me as
`kaylacumslut' or `sissy_kayla' at each of them if I wasn't already
registered. On the one where there'd been a letter from the guy that was in
the area, Roni wrote a note that was supposed to be from me, telling all
these bi men that I was a new bi in the area, a 19-year-old sissy, that I
loved to dress in lingerie and/or diapers, and that I lived to suck cock,
eat cum, and drink pee.
	"Let's see what sort of response Kayla gets to that," she said,
after she'd posted it.
	I didn't see how I could pass myself off as 19. Jim and Randy were
both 19 and looked much older in my estimation. But as for the rest of it
. . . seeing it in print and realizing that Kyle had almost ceased to exist
. . . had I really changed that much in such a short time? I thought about
what Roni had said about how I hadn't acted like a sissy in any way, but
that she'd felt sure that with a little effort she could turn me into the
sister she'd always wanted. So there must have been something there to
begin with that she'd recognized and I hadn't.
	What amazed me just as much was the size of the group. It was
called "Bi-Gay Men of Orange County" and while Orange County is pretty
immense in some respects, when you're talking about something you want to
keep secret, a group with nearly four-hundred members in an area that size
is scary. If they were evenly spread, that meant there were probably one or
two and maybe more within our sub-division.
      Roni must have been thinking along the same lines as she began
looking at some of the member profiles and commented, "A lot of these guys
don't live here." However when she continued to look at profiles, I
realized she was looking for someone in particular.
	"Trying to find someone you might know?"
	"My dad."
	I'd sort of forgotten she'd said she thought her dad was bi and of
catching him in the hot tub with another man. "Would he use his real name?"
	"He might. But most of you guys use some sort of nickname. A lot of
these have a picture with them."
	"Most don't show the guy's face."
	"My dad has a tattoo he got in the Navy and his belly button looks
funny."
	I could see where that might be helpful. A few of the guys showed
their faces, some had full body shots if they thought they looked hunky,
but a lot of the pictures showed only the guy's cocks. That wasn't much
help to Roni, but I was sure beginning to enjoy them. I could see where I'd
be visiting this group regularly. A lot of the shots were close-ups that
didn't show the guy's naval. When one picture showed a guy's cock so close
you could see a drop of pre-cum in the piss slit, I asked, "Did you ever
see your dad that close?"
	She turned to look at me with the strangest face. After a moment,
she said, "Yeah, a couple of times."
	I hadn't meant to pry, so I didn't say another word. She turned
back to the computer, looked at a few more profiles, then turned back to
me. "This is just between us. Jen is the only other person that I've told
about this."
	I nodded. "Promise."
	She nodded back. "When I was thirteen we lived in a house where the
air conditioner in my room didn't work very good. So I used to sleep on top
of the covers in just my panties. My dad would come in my room after he
thought I was asleep and jack off next to my bed. I don't know how often he
did it before I woke up and caught him, but I was so scared - I'd never
seen a man's cock - that I just stared at it and didn't say anything. After
a while, knowing that I'd been watching but hadn't said anything, he'd
shake the bed a little if I didn't wake up right away. I was still scared,
but I got to where I liked watching him do it. At first he'd catch his cum
in his free hand, but after he knew I liked watching him, he'd shoot it all
over me. That's what got us caught."
	I'd been in shocked silence, listening to her story. I could
empathize with her being scared of a grown man's cock. I'd felt the same
way in the mall bathroom when the man had come up to me with his cock in
his hand and I'd held it for a moment - a strange combination of scared
shitless and fascinated at the same time. When she said they'd got caught,
I pictured all kinds of hell breaking loose. "What happened? Who caught
you?"
	Unbelievably, she laughed. "He didn't get caught in my room doing
it. I think my mom would have killed him if he had. In her mind I was still
her innocent little princess then."
	"But not now?" I teased.
	She poked me with her elbow. "Let's just say she knows your big
sister `ain't no virgin no mo' and leave it at that."  Then she told me
what happened. "My mom found a bunch of cum stains on my sheets and went
into a rage. She accused me of sneaking boys in my room for sex. I kept
trying to tell her I'd never done anything with a boy and didn't know what
she was talking about. She was screaming that she knew those were cum
stains and that I was having sex with a boy and finally I found a way to
shut her up. I told her I'd never had sex but I knew enough about it that I
wouldn't be wasting his cum like that. I'd want to have it inside me
someplace.
	"I don't think I could have surprised her more if I'd slapped her
across the face. She'd done a pretty good job of explaining my periods to
me, but her sex talk had been like, `boys have thingies that make girls
pregnant so don't ever let a boy play with his thingie or get it near you.'
She had no idea I knew more than that."
	I was all but rolling on the floor. I didn't know Jean that well
yet, but I could imagine how that must have shocked her. I think all
parents have that moment when they suddenly realize their little boy or
girl isn't so little any more.
	"It wasn't that funny," Roni told me but she was laughing too. Then
she went on. "What I said really shocked her, but it also made her think
more realistically. She went from my room to find my dad and he'd been
standing in the hall, outside the door, so he could hear if I said anything
to incriminate him. So I got to hear everything she said to him and it was
an earful. She called him every kind of pervert imaginable. I felt sorry
for him, even if it was true."
	"When did you catch him in the hot tub?"
	"About a year later. He got a part in a TV series that paid pretty
good and used some of the money to move us to a nicer house in North
Hollywood that had a hot tub and central air conditioning."
	"Did he ever do it again after your mom raised hell?"
	"Nope." Then she giggled. "I had to find someone else."
	This conversation was getting more interesting by the minute. There
was a lot more to Roni than even I'd suspected. "Like your dad? Or
younger?"
	"Younger. I was afraid to get involved with a grown man. But
younger guys are much easier to manipulate."
	I knew what she meant by that for sure. I was living proof of how
easy it was for her to manipulate a boy. Just like she'd said, she'd been
sure I had a sissy side and it hadn't taken her much effort at all to bring
it out. But she had a way about her that made me believe she could turn any
boy into a sissy if she set her mind to it. "Was it a sissy boy?" I asked,
almost adding `like me' but still not entirely comfortable admitting that
aloud.
	She shook her head, pulled up another profile, and then told me, "A
boy a few years older that lived in the neighborhood there in North
Hollywood. His name was Warren and I still hear from him once in a while."
	"Did he have a nice one?" I had to tease a little bit.
	"Nice enough. You'd like it. But then, you'd like any of them."
	She could tease too. Still, I had to grudgingly admit to myself
that she was right. Once more she seemed to know what I was thinking. She
turned away from the computer and put her hand on my thigh. I guess there'd
been some concern on my face.
	"Don't let it worry you. I was every bit as fascinated by boys as
you are. There's something almost . . . I don't know . . . mystical maybe
. . . about how their cocks get hard when you play with them and how they
can pee out of them and shoot cum out too. They're hard and yet they're
soft at the same time. I KNOW you know what I mean. I saw it in your eyes
when you sucked Chris and when you had both Jim and Randy to play with, I
thought you'd pass out from excitement."
	I'm sure I was blushing at least a little because she was right on
the money. Those had been some of the exact thoughts I'd had each time I'd
had one of those three cocks in my hands. And when I put them in my mouth,
she was right again, I'd damn near swooned. Then it occurred to me that if
it was that easy for Roni to see, I might have a problem. "Can anybody else
tell?"
	"That Kayla loves cock?" When she got the shocked look she'd
expected, she squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry
sweetie. But until you learn how to hide your feelings, I wouldn't get
around any naked men if I were you. The minute you see a naked prick, your
whole demeanor changes."
	I knew what she meant and had already thought about what it would
be like to take gym next semester and would I be able to keep my eyes off
all those other cocks running around naked. I'd worry about that later. "So
Warren was your first?"
	"Sort of. First boy I jacked off and first cum I tasted. But he
wasn't the first one I sucked or fucked."
	"Who was that?"
	"Kind of nosy aren't you?" she teased, then told me, "More like
`who were they?'"
	"You did two guys?"
	Again she giggled and squeezed my thigh. "No sissy. I'm not like
some sluts I know. It wasn't two guys at the same time. The first guy I
fucked wasn't the first guy I sucked."
	I didn't know if I'd like anyone else referring to me as a `slut'
but when Roni did it, I left like it was a compliment. I thought sure she
was about to tell me about those two guys, but she changed the subject.
	"I really like how it feels to be peeing in my diaper. How about
you?"
	I nodded and agreed. "Yeah. It's kind of a . . . funny feeling
. . . but it does feel good."
	"It feels funny because you haven't done it in years. I'll bet if
parents let kids wear diapers until they were old enough to decide whether
they wanted to wear them or not, most kids would keep wearing them at least
part of the time and maybe all their lives."
	I granted that they felt good, and I was sure I'd want to try
wetting one again sometime, but as for wearing one all my life . . .
	She continued fantasizing out loud. "I wonder what it would be like
to lick a girl or suck a guy that had been wearing a wet diaper?"
	Now there was a thought more to my liking. Probably not any
different than when I'd licked Roni and she'd peed in my mouth. I had a
feeling I could get Chris to try it - and maybe Randy. That reminded me,
"Think it's time enough that I could call Randy?"
	"Go ahead," she told me. "If your phone is on the same line as the
computer, you can use my cell phone. I'm gonna look at some of the diaper
groups."
	All that diaper talk had gotten her mind off looking through the bi
guys from around here and it occurred to me that calling Randy from her
cell phone might be a good idea. If he had caller ID, it would give him her
number. I mean, Jim was okay, and as she'd said, he did have a nice one,
but I thought Randy's was very nice too and I was sure, if Roni and Randy
paired up, we could all have a lot more fun together than if she kept
seeing Jim.
	"Glad you called," he said when he answered the phone. "I was
thinking about you. Are you in Roni's room?"
	I wondered if `thinking about you' meant he was playing with
himself. Did he have that pretty prick in his hand? Was he sexually excited
thinking of me? It suddenly occurred to me that I had to quit fantasizing
and answer his question. "No, I'm in my room. I'm using Roni's cell
phone. Can you see the number?"
	"That's why I thought you might be in her room. It say's `unlisted
number' and a lot of girls have unlisted numbers. They don't want to get
calls from perverts."
	"Unless it's a pervert they know." That got me a glance from Roni
who had to be wondering what we were talking about.
	Randy laughed. "Yeah - that's true."
	I'd expected, since he'd said he wanted to talk to me, that he'd
jump right in and tell me why. But for a moment there was an awkward
silence. With nothing else to say, I told him, "Thank you."
	"Huh? Thank me for what?"
	"This afternoon. For letting me . . ."
	"You don't have to thank me. I did you too - remember?"
	"Yeah. That was good. You do it a lot better than I do."
	"I've had more experience."
	I was sort of surprised that he'd be so open about it, almost like
he was bragging about having been with other guys. "Really? With who."
	"Jim's the only one you know. But there have been a few others. I
. . ." He paused as if to decide how much he should tell me. "I started
younger than you are with my cousin. We . . . did it a lot. Sometimes like
you."
	He was being so honest, I felt like I had to say something. Roni
didn't seem to be paying any attention. I was sure I could change that. "I
really liked sucking you. Your cum was extra good when I licked it out of
Roni."
	I worked on both of them. Roni had turned, grinning, almost proud
that I'd gotten Randy into such a sexy conversation so soon. She mouthed
the word `slut' at me but beamed, almost jealous.
	"Any time," Randy told me. "That was awesome seeing you lick my cum
out of her. Roni has to be the hottest girl I've ever met. I'd love to make
love to her by myself - or maybe with you around."
	"She might like that too," I told him and had Roni's full attention
now. "I wish you were dating her instead of Jim and you two could fuck all
the time and I could lick you both clean and everything."
	"You really like being a sissy huh?"
	I took a deep breath. I was about to admit to another male that I
much preferred being a sissy to being a regular boy. I knew by now that it
was true. And Roni knew that it was true and I'd admitted it to her. But it
was yet another step to admit it to a guy. "Yeah. Yeah I do. Roni says I'm
cock crazy, and she's right."
	It was like a weight off my back. This afternoon we'd sort of joked
about Kayla being a cum slut and such and it had been more like part of the
sexual fun and games. Confessing it like that to Randy - almost bragging
actually - was entirely different and it relaxed me in a way that I peed a
little more in my diaper.
	"Yeah. I know what you mean. I was like that at first too. My
cousin called me a `dick leach' because all I wanted to do was suck on his
dick."
	I liked that vision and wanted Roni to know what we were talking
about. "I like the thought of you being a `dick leach'," I told him. "I can
picture you attached to your cousin's cock like a leach." Then I took
another deep breath and told him, "I'd love to be your dick leach."
	"Mmm," he murmured. "That almost made me cum."
	And it proved to me he must be playing with his cock. "I wish I was
there right now to help you," I told him. "I'd love to play with your cock
for you and suck it and swallow your cum." If nothing else, reading Roni's
books and looking at those internet sites had taught me all the right words
to say. I was about to say more when Roni pulled the phone from my hand.
	In a sexy voice she said, "Randy Coleman - you naughty boy. I was
hoping you'd save that for me - or my sissy little sister."
	I'd have given anything to hear what he said. Roni was smiling and
nodding her head so it had to be something she agreed to. Then she looked
at me and winked.
	"Jim has to work tomorrow and there's a few more things we could
get. Is tomorrow soon enough?" The way she was grinning, I knew she'd
hooked her fish and was reeling him in.
	For the next minute all Roni did was agree with "Yeahs" and
"Uh-huhs" and "For Sures" and then a negative that surprised me. "Yeah,
you're right. I didn't like Kyle. But that was before I knew how wonderful
he is as Kayla. I'm sure I'd like you a lot more if you were a girl some
times too."
	Whatever Randy said to her caused Roni's grin to widen and got me
another knowing wink. We had to figure out some way for the three of us to
talk at once. Roni told him he should get his own and I thought they might
be talking about cars. Then my phone rang.
	That answered the question as to what phone line the computer was
hooked to - well not really. What it told me was that it wasn't the line to
my bedroom. I was thinking of Chris at the moment and how he might fit into
all this when he got home and was surprised that it was Roni's mom on the
line.
	"I'm not sure Jean," I told her when she told me Roni's cell phone
was busy and asked where Roni was at. I'd heard some beeping when I was
talking to Randy, but not having had a cell phone, I didn't realize I was
getting another call. "I think she's in her room talking to her friend
Jennifer."
	Roni looked at me wide-eyed for a moment when she realized I was
talking to her mom, and then nodded in agreement when she heard what I'd
said. Jean told me she and some women from work were going out for drinks
after they got off and asked if we could fix ourselves something to
eat. Realizing we'd been given a couple of extra hours of playtime, her
using the word `eat' caused me to have an evil grin. I told her I was sure
we could keep from starving and then got an inspiration. "Jean, when you
have time, could you teach me how to cook?"
	I went on to explain that I'd been thinking about it while we'd
been cleaning house and how Carlotta had promised to teach me and that I
could peel potatoes, cut them up and boil them, but that I had no idea how
to mash them. I told Jean that if she'd teach me some things like that, I'd
be glad to help have supper started if she didn't find a real maid right
away. She told me I was a sweet and thoughtful boy and she'd be glad to
take the time. When she hung up, I was glowing and Roni was looking at me
quizzically.
	"Let me call you back," she told Randy and quickly hung up. Then
she asked me, "What was that all about?"
	"Your mom is going out with some women after work and won't be home
until late. She wanted to know if we could fix our own supper and I told
her we could and asked if she'd teach me to cook. She thinks I'm a sweet
boy."
	"Sweet sissy is more like it," Roni teased. "Should I ask Randy to
come over?"
	"Sure!" I hadn't meant to sound quite that enthusiastic, but
between the pictures we'd looked at on the internet, my conversation with
Roni about cocks, and then talking to Randy about what I'd like to do with
his . . . I was becoming more of a slut with each passing moment.
	Roni hit the `redial' button and when Randy answered, asked, "Randy
sweetie - you didn't cum did you?" When she got the answer she was hoping
for, she said, "Good boy. You told me `any time.' How about right this
minute? My mom won't be home for a few hours and we can help you
finish. Leave your panties on and get over here." Then she hung up.
	"He's wearing panties?"
	"His mom's. Didn't he tell you that's what he was wearing when you
talked to him?"
	I reviewed as much as I could recall from our conversation. He'd
said something about doing something like me. Had that been what he meant?
"Not really," I answered Roni. "He said something about doing things like
me. But not what or . . ."
	Roni explained. "When I told him I'd like him more if he was more
like you, he told he had on a pair of his mom's panties and that he'd been
wearing them for fun for several years. He told me his cousin got him to do
it the first time and that he'd done it a lot with him and had been playing
with his mom's clothes for a couple of years. He said it was really cool
that you got to dress up all the time."
	I made a mental note to be sure to tell him I didn't do it all the
time - just when Jean and my dad weren't around. They didn't know anything
about `Kayla' and I didn't want them to.
      Like a real girl, the first thing I thought about when I realized
Randy was coming back over was to make myself pretty. I stood and
discovered the diaper was much thicker and heavier now that it was wet. Not
sure is we should leave them on or change them or what, I asked Roni, "What
about the diapers?"
	"Mine is beginning to feel awesome," she told me. "I just need to
be sure it doesn't leak."
	"Me too," I replied when I'd moved around a little with the thick,
warm, piss filled diaper between my legs. I was sure mine had to be wetter
than hers, but so far it didn't seem to be leaking - at least not
yet. "What do you think Randy will say?"
	She shrugged. "Who knows? But if you tell him you like it and I
tell him I like it, I'd bet anything he's gonna tell us he likes it
too. I'm thinking . . ."
	I knew whatever she was thinking was going to come as a surprise to
me or Randy or both of us.
	"I'm thinking that when he leaves here tonight, I'm gonna make him
wear a diaper and keep it on all night and tell him he has to have it on
tomorrow and it has to be wet."
	"What's tomorrow?"
	"Weren't you paying attention? He'd going to take us back to the
mall - and maybe a few other places. He wants to buy some panties like we
got for you."
	"Wow," I muttered, all my guesses about Randy having been proven
true.
	"Yeah," Roni said. "Wow is right. Just think sissy, in just a
little bit you're gonna get to suck that cum out of him that he was gonna
waste jacking off. Doesn't that make you feel proud?"
	I nodded, and then asked, "But what about you? Don't you want to
. . ."
	"Fuck him again?" she said, knowing what I was trying to say.
	I nodded. "Yeah. I . . . he might like some of the things I do but
I'm sure he's really got the hots for you."
	"And I'm sure you're right, but there's enough there for both of
us." Then she gave me a sort of conspiratorial hug. "Sweetie, if we can't
coax two nice loads of cum out of that boy, then we need to hang up our
lacy underwear and . . . become coalminers or something."
	I grinned from one ear to the other. I had no intention of becoming
a coalminer - or having any reason to hang up my lacy underwear. I intended
to prove that to both of them just as soon as Randy got there. Then my
phone rang again.

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com