Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 18:38:26 -0300
From: Ruthless <ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca>
Subject: "The Girl on Clayburn Street (2/2)"

THE GIRL ON CLAYBORN STREET 	Part 2 of 2

By Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca

The author at the above address welcomes your comments, criticism and
requests for stories.


	When I looked at him under the next set of streetlights, he was
looking sideways out the window. I didn't see his face to tell if he wasn't
nervous any more, or if I was still making him scared, or even if he was
feeling triumphant that he had scored with me. I couldn't see. He was
keeping his face turned. We were getting near to Highland Road. I glanced
at him a couple of times.

	"You in high school?" I asked.

	"Yes."

	"What year?"

	"My final year." Anthea said.

	I turned onto Highland Road. "You never told me your real name." I
said.

	"You mean you want to know it?"

	I paused. "Not if you don't want to tell it to me. I don't want to
know anything you aren't comfortable telling."

	"It's Shepherd."

	I thought about that. It didn't seem to go with him.

	He started to talk. "I've really only been doing the dressing up
thing this last year. I mean, I tried it out a couple of times, earlier,
but up until the beginning of the year, all I did was think about it. I
didn't try it. And I never would have dared try it in public. Jeez, the
trouble I got into. I didn't think I'd get into trouble as bad as that."

	"It wasn't being in drag did it." I said. "It was the
neighbourhood. Girls don't belong in a neighbourhood like that."

	"I'm not going back there, like that again." He shook his head.

	I found 2114. It wasn't the biggest house in Rothsmuir by any
stretch. It was a corner house. I didn't turn into the drive. I pulled up
beside the curb.

	"Thanks for bailing me out and saving my life." he said. He was
ready to get out of the car. He wasn't going to linger. I looked at him
directly, while he was reaching for the handle of the door.

	"You know those dances they have, Tuesday nights down at the old
student centre?" I said. My voice came out husky. "Would you like to go out
with me to the dance next Tuesday night?"

	There was a long pause. When Anthea spoke up his voice was
disbelieving. "You mean me in drag?"

	"Yeah, I mean dress up as Anthea, come as my date."

	"I can't go out to a dance like this. My face is still going to be
too marked up." He was shocked into almost gabbling.

	He was right. I hadn't thought of that. Several seconds went
past. "Like to do a movie?"

	"If you'd like to." His voice had gone high.

	"I would like to. Tuesday night? I'll meet you, at the Empire
cinema, for the nine o'clock showing. How'd you like that?" I ploughed
through it so that I wouldn't sound unsure of myself. "We can pick what we
want to see after we get there."

	"Okay Brian, I'll meet you there." His voice was staying high and
artificial.

	I nodded. "Goodnight."

	He got out of the car and looked at me. "Nine o'clock on Tuesday."
He repeated. "Uhhh, as your date?"

	"Yeah." I agreed.

	He went up to the house. I watched him walk up. He was too skinny
to be a jock. He had his shoulders drawn up. Probably that wasn't because
he knew my eyes were following him, but because he was preparing to face
what was ahead of him. Getting past his parents wearing someone else's
clothes, with cum and hair spray in his hair would take some doing with a
face bruised like a rainbow to ensure that they'd take a second look when
he tried to sidle past them.

	Tuesday evening I was in the lobby of the Empire. I got there early
and Anthea got there early too. He didn't show up as Shepherd. He came as
Anthea.  He came in wearing jeans, which were purple and emphasised how
slim he was, and a great big lavender coloured sweater with beads and
sequins sewn on it, with his hair full and held up by a clip and with too
much make up on, which didn't completely succeed in hiding the yellow
marks. He got some looks as he came in, but not because of the yellow marks
or because there was anyone who even began to guess that he was more than
he appeared to be. He came in like a princess, like he owned the theatre,
he was the prettiest girl there and like he didn't have an uncertainty in
the world. He was more than pretty. I told him so.

	"You look beautiful."

	He turned to me and the calm confidence slipped away. His pink lips
widened. "I thought I'd get stood up for sure. You did come!"

	"Well, I said I would." I returned. I'd been pretty sure myself
that Anthea would get cold feet and not show. I just nodded at him.

	It wasn't like a place where we could say much. We did the chitchat
routine and picked a movie. I paid for it. We were doing it like I was
taking him on a date, so I paid the tickets and when we went up to the
concession stand, I paid there too.

	"What would you like?" I asked.

	"Just a soda. Diet coke."

	"You don't need to diet." I said. My voice kept coming out rough
with Anthea. I don't know why that was. While I truly though he was a girl
it had came out gentle all the time, but while I knew what he had in his
pants, my voice kept coming out hard.

	I held the doors for him too. I did that stuff, all formal. There
wasn't time to get embarrassed and look for stuff to say, because the movie
previews started almost as soon as we had sat down.

	It was an action flick, real loud and fast. Watching the movie we
didn't look around at each other. Or I know I didn't look around at him. He
could have been checking me out.

	Round about three-quarters of the way through, the hero had been
reunited with his girl. The music got moody and slow tempo. It was a
romantic type scene.  I kept my eyes on the screen but I slid my hand over
onto Anthea's seat. I found his hand and I took it. I heard him draw a deep
shaky breath and so I glanced over. He smiled at me shyly. I squeezed his
hand.

	We held hands for the rest of the movie. I thought my hand would
get damp and he'd pull his hand away, but it didn't happen.

	After the movie ended we stood in the parking lot. "Would you like
me to drive you home?" I asked. "Or take you some place where you can
change before I drive you home? Or we could go out for coffee, Anthea?"

	"I'm not tired yet." He was smiling easily.

	I took him to my place. I brought him in with the idea that we'd
watch another movie on the TV or get to talk. But then when I had him
there, I didn't know how to talk to him. I put my arms around him clumsily
and I kissed him on the pink lips. He let his lips part slightly and his
breath was warm. He hooked his two small hands on my shoulders, tilting his
face up to me.

	He's not going to mind if I put my tongue in his mouth, I thought,
so I did that, just flicking in a little. He didn't mind.

	When we broke the kiss, he drew a bit away and looked at me some
more.  "Are you gay, Brian?" He asked me.

	"How the fuck would I know?" I shrugged.

His pretty brows drew in, in puzzlement. "How can you not know...?"

	"I don't need to go putting labels on me." I said. "I like you,
that's all.  That's all there has to be. You don't have to say I'm gay or
I'm bugged by homos or anything like that. I'm just whatever it is I am."

	He came up to me again and put his arms back around my shoulders
again, so I hugged him in tight. The kiss got hot, my tongue in his mouth,
his tongue teasing gently a little way into my lips and coaxing me back
into his. He was a dynamite kisser. I found myself squeezing him tighter
and tighter. And I felt what he had under those purple jeans. He had a hard
on the same way that I did.

	"You don't mind, I'm not rushing you, am I, Hon?" I put him on his
back on my bed.

	"I don't mind." He answered. "But I don't want you thinking that
I'd let any guy do this to me. I don't, you know. I don't go out cruising."

	"No," I said, "You just do it me maybe 'cause I got into a fight to
protect you. That's okay. That's not like doing it with every guy."

	Then I undressed him and I undressed myself. He had a little
lavender T- shirt and breasts under the big bulky sweater. I put my hands
on them and they felt kind of like breasts and it puzzled me. Mostly he lay
back with his hands stroking me. I took that T-shirt off of him. I saw a
lacy brassiere clipped around his boy chest. His eyes were on me steady and
looking for me to say something nice I guess, but I didn't say nothing. I
kissed his stomach. There was a line of hair on it, coming up over the top
of the jeans.

	I undid the jeans and kissed below the waistband. Anthea's hands
stroked my head and shoulders. I lowered them down. He had this really
tight close mesh pair of pants on that was holding his cock and balls in
tight. I didn't know where he could have got something like that. I tugged
his jeans down gently and I kissed his thighs. He lay on his back in his
underwear.

	With the girl's clothes mostly gone his boy bones showed: the
developed rib cage and shoulders, the wide waist and the muscles on his
belly. The illusion of a girl was gone.

	I made a smile for him. He was watching me so close, I knew he was
looking for something. I didn't know what to tell him, so I told him with
my hands and mouth, kissing and plucking at his skin.

	I got my own clothes off. My dick was sticking up along my belly
and he looked at that and it seemed to me the way he looked at it, he liked
it. There's not a lot of hair on my body but there's a lot of it dark on my
crotch. I bumped his thigh with my dick and his lips opened a little way as
he looked at what I was doing, like as if he was imagining sucking me.

	Then I took that lace brassiere off of him and there was condoms in
it.  There was a condom in each side, full of water or something, that he
was using to be his breasts. I didn't like that. The sight of those rubber
things there did nothing for me. I must have looked disgusted because he
looked apologetic and shrank away from me against the sheets. My mouth
quirked in a bit of a frown. I put the things off the bed. I wanted to
shoot them away. I lay down on him again and looked at his small boy
nipples.

	There were a few hairs around his nipples, curling clockwise and
that was all the hair that he had on his chest. He had more on his belly. I
took his nipple into my mouth and drew on it. "You got pretty tits,
Anthea." I said. "I like the tits you got. I like these."

	I guess those were words enough to reassure him, because then he
started rocking his cock against me and he opened his legs wide as I lay on
him so he could feel me more.

	He had me turned on for a long while already that night. The precum
was weeping from the end of my dick and the feel of his dick pushing up so
near mine made my breath come out heavy.

	He's a girl, I thought. Make love to him like a girl. That's how to
do it. So I kissed his throat and I ran my fingers through his hair and all
the while my hard on was butting into his legs or his belly.

	"Take my panties off, please, Brian." Anthea breathed.

	The word jarred for me. They weren't panties. But that was his
fantasy, something he needed so I didn't say anything. I just did what he
asked.

	They were so tight I had to peel them off. His cock and his balls
seemed much bigger as soon as they were freed. He groaned. He had a tall,
thin prick and full balls. I took his balls in my hand and they were hot
and damp with sweat from being locked into the tight pants. I rolled them
in my palm and he moaned.

	His two long-fingered hands stretched down. He grabbed my dick for
the first time then and pulled on it. He was squirming his body up close as
he could to me. Somehow it was amazing, seeing him so turned on like that,
that prick of his jerking as he tried to push it closer. His fingers bit me
as they pulled me down. I kissed him all over. He kept moaning. I kissed
his cock and he whimpered. He grabbed his own chest and squeezed at it. He
was trembling.

	"You're so pretty, Anthea." I growled. "You're a lovely kid. You're
so warm and smooth and hard and...." I didn't know what to tell him. I
didn't want to tell him any lies, and I didn't know how much did he want me
to pretend he was a girl instead of saying he was hung good. So I gave up
on telling him that stuff.

	I rolled him over against me so that we were on our sides. I took
his ass and squeezed. His belly was wet from my precum. I knew I had to
have my dick inside him soon. I started to slide my fingers into his
crack. I dug until I felt his asshole with the tip of my finger. I squeezed
the firm cheeks of his ass. "Baby, you ready? You need me to get you more
ready?" I said.

	Anthea pulled away from me suddenly. He looked scared. "Uh,
Brian. I didn't want to do anything this time. I mean, I didn't plan it and
I don't want to do anything, not without condoms. You could fuck me if you
had a condom, only without it..." He was both scared and apologetic.

	"That's okay, Baby." I said. "I got condoms. Do you want it? I
won't put it in your butt unless you want it. I'll use a condom."

	When he heard I had the rubbers he nodded hard. "Yeah, put it in
me. Do that. I want you fucking my ass, Brian." He said.

	I grabbed a rubber from my dresser, leaving him out of my arms as
briefly as I could. He squeezed up against me while I was rolling the
rubber down my dick. He played with my balls and kissed at my body.

	"Could you use something, lots of spit...? You will lubricate it,
won't you?"

	"Sure, Baby." I said. I took my palm up and licked it and swiped
that down over the condom glistening on my prick. Anthea's mouth came down
after my hand. The condom numbed the sensation as he licked me, but I knew
he was doing it. The sight of his dark head swaying over my crotch made me
throb with horniness. I rolled him over so that he was on all fours.

	He was looking anxiously behind himself as I posed him, parting his
thighs. His dick jutted out stiffly. His asshole was small and brown. I
leaned in, holding his cheeks wide and licked just above it. Then I used my
fingers to massage the spit into his hole. He squirmed, not to get away,
but at the intensity. I got it sloppy wet. It seemed to me that we'd need
it very wet.

	When I lined the head of my dick up against his hole, Anthea
breathed, "Ooohhh." It seemed to me that he was scared, but not so scared
that he wasn't real turned on. This was what he wanted. He wasn't just
letting me do it to him, so as to please me.

	I pushed. The tight opening yielded a little. It squeezed,
incredibly tightly about my prick, as inch by inch I slid it into the
silken opening. His muscle was clamped tightly around me. The soft walls of
tissue were pressed hot against me.  Anthea was trembling. I drew back,
slow rocking, I pushed again.

	"Yeah, I'm okay. That's good." Anthea said breathlessly.

	I pushed in faster the next time. I started to saw into him
rhythmically.  He groaned. I held his thighs wide for me with his hands so
that I could concentrate on getting it in and out. His dark head was down
on the bed. He was looking at us both from underneath.

	"Baby, yeah..." I breathed. I fucked him hard. I stopped holding
back and just concentrated on my own pleasure. He had shown me that he
could take it. He was so tight. His asshole was wringing the pleasure into
my prick. Again and again, I thrust hard, full length into the faggot's
ass. His firm warm cheeks impacted against my hips. I banged it into him,
pounding and pounding. I was grunting out loud.

	As I fucked his ass, Anthea was rocking with the motion. With each
thrust he pushed his butt back against me. I was ramming into him deeply,
as far as it could go. My grunts were getting louder and louder. It built,
the sweet stunning sensation. I felt my balls draw in. I felt the cum
building. It surged up, a shock wave of unbearable tightness. It let go and
my spunk spurted in waves inside Anthea's ass.

	Afterwards my breathing was making my body shake. I realised that I
was blazingly warm. His ass was still firm around my prick. I didn't pull
out but wrapped my arms around him instead. My seeking hands found his
belly, his hard on. I breathed into the back of his neck.

	I nearly lost the condom getting my dick out of his ass. I didn't
realise that a guy's ass hangs onto a condom tighter than a woman's cunt
does. When I pulled out it started to peel down and I had to reach down so
I wouldn't lose it. Anthea flopped on his side on the bed, looking at me. I
flopped beside him. I felt like lying still but I took his cock in my hand
and pulled on it, caressingly. Anthea lay still, eyes on me, watching to
see what I would do.

	I figured he needed to cum still and I didn't know how to do
that. I played with it a few minutes. I liked his cock. It was so skinny I
could wrap my fingers around it and they overlapped, but it was so long, it
pointed right for his navel. I played for a minute and took my hand away.

	"Do you mind if I jerk off?" Anthea spoke real quiet.

	"No." I jacked up on an elbow. "I don't mind. I was going to help
you, do what ever. I didn't know what you wanted."

	He rolled over on his back. His slim strong thighs were wide. His
balls hung down between them with his legs parted. He started to play with
his dick. I climbed out of the bed watching him. I kept my eyes on his hand
strumming on his dick.

	He only realised what I was doing when I climbed in between his
wide- open legs and I got in the way of his hand. I had another rubber
out. I put it on his prick and rolled it down. His eyes were amazed. I gave
him a grin before I put my mouth on his dick.

	It felt about as weird as anything could feel to have a dick in my
mouth and I had had no idea that the rubber would have such a strong
taste. I could feel every ridge and even the pee slit with my tongue
through the tight thin latex. I bobbed. I had no trouble finding the saliva
to make it wet.

	"I've never done this." I remarked.

	"You don't have to do it, Brian." said Anthea gently.

	"So if I don't like it, I'll stop." I said. I bobbed again. It was
an easy motion. If I made it tighter it wasn't as easy, but I figured it
would work better tight. Anthea gave himself up to the sensation. His head
lolled back. His arms had fallen wide. He let me do the work, the same way
I had let him do the work last week in the front seat of my car. Sucking
dick wasn't difficult at all. At least, Anthea didn't seem to be getting
frustrated. He was pushing his hips up towards me and lying back with the
rest of his body as limp as if he had been sandbagged.

	I brought a hand down, experimenting and played with his balls. He
liked that. I could speed up tempo and he still wanted more. He didn't make
any sound while I was doing this. The rubber taste was strong. That was the
only drawback.  When I found his asshole with a fingertip, he started to
push that way too. By then he was so close to cumming that I only got to do
it for a couple of minutes more.

	I rubbed his asshole, pressing in with three fingers sideways; I
squeezed his balls gently and moved my head up and down real fast. He
writhed. His legs kicked. His mouth opened, still soundlessly. For a moment
his dick trembled in my mouth and only a few seconds later, I felt the
empty end of the rubber fill with a thick liquid. All I tasted was latex.

	I let it slide off my tongue. I crouched between his legs looking
at him as he got over the peak. His head rolled around and his eyes opened
languidly.  Anthea smiled.

	I lay down settling beside him and he turned towards me. His knees
embraced mine.

	"How soon do I have to take you home?" I asked.

	"I don't have a curfew. Whenever." Anthea murmured.

	"That mean you could spend the night?"

	"If you want me to." His eyes opened wide. "I'd better not though."
He remembered. "It's a school night. My bus gets to my house at seven
fifteen."

	"Oh well." I shrugged. I liked looking at him. I liked lying beside
him. He seemed sleepy. His eyes were mostly closed and a smile was curving
his mouth.  But he needed to do something about the lipstick. It hadn't
smeared, but half of it was gone and half of it wasn't. I wondered if he
would scream shrilly in a faggotish way, if I told him about it and if he'd
say that he looked a fright. He didn't look a fright to me, only like he
should either wash his face or put more make up on.

	Then I wound up thinking about his age, him being only
seventeen. It seemed to me that fucking a guy under eighteen wasn't the
same as a doing it to a girl. I thought the age of consent was probably
eighteen for guys instead of sixteen. So probably it was against the law
doing what I had done. It seemed to me too that it was amazing that he knew
what he wanted so well, if he wasn't yet eighteen.

	I thought a bit more. "Do you have a boy friend, Anthea?" I asked.

	"No." He shook his head like he was amazed I would ask him. "I have
gone with guys. At least I've done what we did, up the ass you know, had a
guy do it, two times actually. Mostly I give head, or you know..." He
trailed away, colouring.

	He embarrassed me too, so I didn't comment on it or ask any
questions about it. Instead I said. "If you don't have a boyfriend, you
want to meet me again, maybe tomorrow, at lunch time? You go to the high
school downtown, right? Did you want to meet me and we could grab a bite
and maybe go shopping?" My voice was gruff again. "I was thinking if you
have time on your lunch period we could go out and maybe buy you a skirt or
something. Or we could go on Saturday if your lunch period isn't long
enough."

	"You want to buy me a present?" I don't know why that surprised
him.

	"If you want. Isn't that the thing guys do? Buy stuff for their
girl? I couldn't choose nothing for you myself. I wouldn't know what size
you were or if you'd like it."

	He didn't tell me yes or no, he just gave a laugh and pressed up
under my arm. His muscular young arms wrapped around me. "I think I'm going
to enjoy knowing you, Brian." He said.

	I held him pulled close. His head was on my shoulder. I stroked his
hair and looked down at the little smile that was curving his lips. I had a
smile too. It was good to be holding him there.

	End of story by Ruthless