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 Cammy (gbs Piss Voye)

   "Hihin!" I giggled.  He heard me, and put it up.

   "Who's there?"

   "Huh!" I stood up.

   "What are you doing back there?"

   "Watching you," I covered my mouth, "Play with yourself."

   "No I wasn't."

   "Uh huh!  I saw it." Sticking up.

   "I just had to pee." He turned away, so I ran around the bushes, and
caught up.

   "I seen boys pee before." Why I hide in the bushes, where they go to
pee. "It's okay, if you play with yourself."

   "You won't tell?"

   "If I get to watch." I shook my head.

   "Really?" He stopped.  "You wanna?"

   I nodded, "I like watching you pee." Well, any boys, really.  "I never
seen a boy, play with it like that." I know about it, though.  "You know,
beating off?" I touched it, through his pants.  "You want to.  Jerk off for
me?"

   "Okay," we weren't back at the park yet, but at least those bushes
weren't nasty with pee.  I don't like it when it gets old especially, but I
grinned, and licked my lips.

   "Lmh, can I." Reaching for it, "Try it?"

   "Okay," he let go, so I touched it.

   "Ihihihmn!" Covered my mouth, and pushed it down.  So it bounced when I
let it go.

   "No, you pull on it."

   "I know!" I just watched him.  "Like this?"

   "Yeah."

   "Ihihn!" His balls bounced, and he had hairs on them.

   "Heyhah!" He moved my fingers, "Stop, that tickles!"

   Because I tickled them, but I wanted to play with them.  So, I stopped
tickling them, and just rolled them around in my hand.  My other hand, I
kept pinching, and pulling the skin up and down on it, like he showed me.
"Nh, yeah." He closed his eyes, and leaned back on the tree.  "Just like
that, only faster.  Huh, yeah.  Faster, jack it fash, uh!"

   "Hihihn!"

   I thought he peed, but, it jumped.  Out of my fingers, and bounced. 
Something shot out, but it wasn't pee, and his balls twitched in my hand
and everything.

   "Nh, huh!  Yeah." He stopped, and shivered a little.  Like boys do when
they pee some times, but it was white, and sticky, and came out in squirts,
instead of all at once like pee.  "Huhhhhh!" He pulled up his underpants,
and zipped up.

   I just looked at my hands, and wiped up the stuff that got on my arm. 
Played with it in my fingers, but he left.

   "Snh?" It didn't smell like pee neither, or anything really.  I wondered
what it tasted like, and sure enough it was slimy like snot.  He peed snot,
only it was white, and shot out, and twitched instead of swelling.  Soft in
their fingers when they pee, this was even better, and not gross like pee
at all.

   "Smp!" I ate it all up, and licked it off my fingers too.  It tasted
like nothing at all, but I realy liked the slimy, feeling of it all over my
fingers, and in my mouth.  I just wish it tasted like more, too.

   I didn't know why, but I was always fascinated by boys.  I mean, more
then the girls in grade school.  I didn't have have any brothers, but some
of them did, and I got a little obsessed.  They got to see there brother's
weenies, and that's all I wanted at first.  Then, I realized they always
hung out at the fort.

   I knew that, but didn't think about it, because they're boys, and you
all know rule #1 of the boy's fort.  "No girls," so I couldn't hang out
with them.  I was always called a "Tomboy," so when spring came, my mom
took me shopping, and I wanted to go to the Army/Navy store.

   "Like G.  I.  Joe," I said, but really I didn't care about guns, and
war. I found out what Camouflage was, if you wear green, with all kinds of
colors, it makes you invisible in the leaves.  I think it was the Leopards,
I saw a show on Nature, and they showed how Zebras confuse the Hyena's
eyes. That's what the stripes are for, so they can't make out 1 Zebra from
another, and it protects the whole herd until one of the sick ones gets
separated.

   Then, the leopard, but they showed a tree, and then zoomed in real
close. So, you could see her tail swinging like a cat, leopards are cats,
but you can't see her in the tree cause the sun shines through the leaves
in spots, and the spots help her blend in.  Then, she killed a warthog, and
dragged it up the tree, then went back to feed her cubs.  They were grey
with spots, but that's where I got the idea.

   I like climbing trees, but that's when I started playing Leopard.  Up in
the tree in the back yard, it was like hide and seek, only with nobody to
seek.  Except for mom, when she came out to call me for dinner.  I was real
quiet, but she knew I like to climb the tree, and I told her I was "Playing
Leopard."

   So, she stopped calling "Cammy?" and looked for me up in the tree.  "Are
you up there?" The leaves came back, and the sun shone through it in spots,
but with my camo on, she couldn't see me until I giggled.  "There you are,
climb down.  It's time for dinner."

   So, after that I went out to play, and stayed up in the tree until it
started getting cold.  Then, it was Saturday, and I thought about maybe
building a fort in my tree.  I liked it up there because I can see all
around the neighborhood.  Over the roofs, and fences, everyone coming home
from work, or moms calling their kids in, and being invisible.  I really
like that, so I thought about how I can hide it.  The fort in the leaves.

   Not as nice as the boy's fort, there's an empty lot between the houses
where all the boys go to play.  Without girls, they run them all off, and
pull up the rope so they can't climb up.  That tree, there aren't any
branches low enough, and even if there was, you'd just get stuck under the
bottom of the floor.  They left it down, so they can climb up, but I seen
it.

   They got a box full of magazines, nudie mags, but no boys in it.  Just
naked ladies, with boobs, I din't care about them, but the oldest one. 
"Big Meany," they call him, because he's mean, and the biggest.  He climbed
up, and I watched him from the tree next door.  He sat on the box, with a
nudie mag, and played with something in his pants.

   I couldn't see, because he didn't open them, but my sister.  She didn't
know I heard her, but I know what she's doing.  She's not supposed to, they
told us it's sin in Sunday school.  When they made me wear the Sunday
dress, and those horrible shoes that hurt my feet.  I caught her once, she
didn't lock her door, but by the time I opened it, she pulled her hand out.
From between her legs, "Can't you knock?"

   She pulled her skirt down, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but she
had the Swimsuit Issue.  She tried to hide it.

   "Sorry," I just shut the door, but now he was looking at the nudie mag,
and playing with something in his pants.  His legs wide open, like Deirdre.

   Then, some boys came, but he pulled the rope up.  "What's the password?"
He put the magazine back in the box.

   "Rapunzel."

   "Just a sec," he walked over to the edge, and I covered my mouth.  "I
got to take a piss."

   I wondered, since I found the spot how they squat over the side.  He
didn't, he just pulled it out like a little hose, and it even bulged a
little.  "Nh, almost there." Some dribbled out, but I don't think he really
had to go.  He lied, to stall them, and tease them.  Then he let down the
rope, and zipped up his pants, but I couldn't pee like that.

   I was a little jealous, I have to squat down, and pull my pants down. 
Hold onto something, and be careful not to get it all over my pants.  He
didn't even wipe, just shook it, pulled up the front of his underpants, and
zipped them up.

   The boys climbed up, but they didn't even look.  I hid behind a leafy
branch, like a bush anyway, and they just played boy stuff, I guess. 
Called Big Meany "Frankie!"

   He told dirty jokes, about faggots, cursed a lot about cock-suckers, and
butt-fuckers.  Then he got out the nudie mags, and showed them.  "See?" He
got it out, but it didn't hang.  It stuck out like a stick.  "Here's what a
real dick looks like." He played with it, and told them to "Look at the
pictures, not my dick, faggot." But, he just showed them?  I couldn't see
the pictures anyway, and I never seen a dick before.

   I never even knew boys had one, I thought they sat down, or had to squat
to pee, like anyone.  I seen that jerkoff thing before.  Not from my dad,
I'm from a good christian family, I even go to the girl's school, but it
was summer.  He didn't beat off like that, he pinched it with his fingers,
so I could see it.  Sideways, but he didn't turn to look at me.  He looked
at them, then he closed his eyes.

   "Huh!" He peed again, but it was white.  It didn't dribble, neither, but
shot like a BB gun, and I couldn't help but giggle.  "The fuck?" He got up.
"Who's out there?" I held still, but he saw me.  "Hey you, what are you
doing, spying on us!" He climbed down the rope, with knots in it before I
could climb down the branches.  So, I climbed back up, when he started
climbing the bottom branches.

   They left the rope down, one of the boys was still climbing down, so I
bounced the branch.  Shaking the tree, but standing where it slit in half,
it went up and down like a trampoline.  "Uh!" I jumped and grabbed the
rope, then swung over to the board before I let go.  Pulled the rope up
quick before they ran back over from the other tree.

   "Haha!" I pulled my hat off.  The Vietnam one, with the straps around
the brim the guy at the Surplus store called a Boony.  "Now there's no Boys
in the fort!" They climbed back down, and tried shaking the tree, until I
pulled out the magazines, and threw them down.  One by one, they stopped,
and picked them up.  I looked around, but this tree doesn't shake like the
other ones.  I stepped back, to the side of the board, and ran.  Quick
before they finished picking them up, I jumped, and missed.  I fell, but,
"WHUGH!" I caught a branch, but it knocked the wind out of me.  "Ngh!" I
tried to breathe, and listened.  Looking back, I saw another branch I could
twist, and get my boot on, before they fell.

   "Okay," Frankie cupped his hand and yelled.  "We give up, you can be
part of our club if you let the rope down."

   If I could breathe, I could almost laugh, but that's what gave me away
in the first place.  'huh,' I got a little, but my arms were tired, and I
had to twist to swing my other one around.

   "Little girl, you up there?" Still looking up at the fort, "See if you
can climb back up."

   "Why me?"

   "Because I said so," he kicked him toward the other tree.  The one I
jumped across from, but I could breathe a little, and I had both feet on
the branch now.  Kind of sideways, but with them turned around, I risked
swinging my hand to another branch, to pull my self up.

   'hh, hin huH?"

   They didn't notice, but he got back up, to look over the floor.  "She's
gone, but she left her hat." Shoot!  I forgot, and now I had a bunch of
needles in my hair.  And my fingers were all sticky with sap too, because
it was a pine, without any branches low enough to climb down to, so I'd
have to risk a drop.

   I waited until he jumped over, and tried to pull his legs up.  He fell,
but grabbed the rope, and caught himself.  Then, they climbed back up, and
I caught my breath to climb down to the lowest branch.  It was still,
pretty high.

   "There she is!"

   "Dangit!" I let go, and spread my knees so they didn't hit my chin, but
they hit my shoulders pretty hard before I rolled out.  I ran, before they
could catch up, but they were too busy putting the nudie mags back, and by
the time they climbed down, I was gone.

   "Huh, huh, huh!"

   That was fun, and exciting, though!  When I got home, I had to get the
gas can, from the garage to wash all the pine sap off.  Then I took a bath.

   ;

   Frankie (mg Cons Homo Fant)

   "Owh!" He rubbed his arm.

   "Put a sock in it!" Stupid whiny boys, "You want to get busted, with
these?" I stuffed them in the paper bag.

   "No?"

   "Well," I pitched it over the side, with the top rolled up, "Now she
knows about them, so she can tell our mom about you watching me jerk off."

   "Oh."

   Must be Milly.  Dierde's little sister, always playing G.  I.  Joe, but
now she's spying on us?  "Better take these home." I gave it to him, "Find
a good hiding spot, this time." I thought, "You know, the tool shed, out
back?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Up in the roof, where dad keeps the spare wood." He nodded, and ran
off. With his boyfriend, little faggots don't think I know, what's going on
there.  Right, as if I don't see them, peeking when we jack off.  At my
dick, there just jealous.  They don't got no hair on them, pubeless little
boys can barely get it up.  Even with titties right in front of them, but
there still shooting blanks.  Looking at a real dick.

   "Homos," but he's my little brother, so what am I gonna do?  I just give
them a hard time about it, you get it?  As long as they don't touch me,
what do I care?  They can go suck, and buttfuck in the shed, or whatever.
"Yeah."

   There she is, coming out in a towel.  By the empty lot, she don't got no
titties, but at least she's a girl, am I right?  No hair on it neither, I
wish Deirde'd get dressed by the window like that.  Instead of pull the
blinds, it's like looking at a boy except she's got a pussy.  "Yeah," she's
got a cute little pussy, without a bush to hide it, but nobody's looking.
"Oh, yeah." I just got off, but even without the nudie mags, she pulled on
some jeans, but I could close my eyes.  Remember her pale little butt
cheeks, bent over, and pulling up her panties.  Then her jeans, so I can't
see it no more.

   Just her skinny back, like her flat chest, but I saw enough.  "Huh,
yeah!" It was even better then the first one.  Those little homos looking
almost ruined it, but I had to duck down, when I heard the window.  "Nh!"
Caught my balls on the zipper, and had to pull a hair out.  Before I could
tuck it in, and zip up, but I don't think she saw me.

   "Nh!" She thumped on the fence, climbing over, so I shook the jizz off
my hand, and wiped it on the inside of my shirt.  "Uh!" She jumped down.

   "Hey!" I popped up.

   "Hey!" She didn't run, just turned around.  Looked up, grinning.  "You
enjoy the show?"

   "What?" I looked around, "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "Yeah, right.  What else were you doing, hiding in the bushes?" She
walked around.

   "Nothing, just had to take a leak."

   "Yeah, right!" She laughed, looking around, she pointed.  At a leaf,
still wet.  "That's not pee."

   It ran down, but it didn't drip.  Just weighed it down, and clung to the
point.

   ;

   'Terry (tm NS)

   "You like G.  I.  Joe?"

   "I mostly watch Nature, on PBS."

   "Then what's with the Military getup?"

   "Oh, Camouflage."

   "Yeah?"

   "Uh!  You know, it blends in with the foliage?" I checked out a book
from the library, but I didn't bring it.

   "What's that?"

   "You know," I pointed, "Leaves, and stuff." Up, "It's green, and the
bark is brown, so the browns, and greens blend in, and break up your
outline."

   "Oh."

   "Now you know."

   "And knowing is half the battle!" I laughed with him, "I thought you
didn't watch G.  I.  Joe."

   "No, I said I didn't like it." I shrugged, "I watched it, but it's
stupid."

   "Yeah, my little brother watches it."

   "I wish I had a brother."

   "Well," he patted my head, "I guess I can pretend, to be your big
brother.  I never had a little sister, neither."

   I shook my head, "I'd rather be your boyfriend, anyway."

   "Is that why you cut your hair?"

   "It got all tangled up, and sticky, with pine sap." As good an excuse as
any.  "So, you mind if I pretend I'm a boy?"

   "I guess, Milly."

   "Terry." I laughed.

   "Haha, like Military?"

   "Yeah, you want to go jerk off?"

   "What?" He pulled his hand off my shoulder.

   "You know, like you do with your brother?" So I can see it.

   "I don't jerk off with him," he lied, "I just jerk off, and sometimes
he's there too."

   "With his friend," I nodded, "I saw it, but I didn't get a good look."

   "Well, I don't got to."

   "Why not?"

   "Because I just did?  It takes a little while to do it again, like
taking a leak."

   "Oh," shucks.  "Well, you want to see me naked?"

   "What?"

   I laughed, "You just jerked off, looking at me, but you didn't get a
good look?"

   "No," he looked around.

   "No, you didn't get a good look, or no you don't want to see me naked?"

   "You don't got no tits.  I was looking at Deirdre anyhow."

   "Nihno you didn't." I laughed, "She wasn't home, no one was." I don't
even know where they went, but when I got back I had the house to myself.

   "Well, I was thinking about her, anyhow."

   "Well, let me know when you can do it again, I want to see it."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, and suck it, and buttfuck."

   "What the hell?" He stopped.

   "Yeah, I'm a total homo."

   "But you're a girl!"

   "So?  I want to play homo with you." Like his brother, and that other
boy.

   "You're weird."

   "Yeah." I know.

   ;

   Frankie (mt Sedu)

   "Fine," what the hell, "You want to be my girlfriend?" I took her hand.

   "I'd rather be your boyfriend, but if you want to pretend," she
shrugged, "I don't care what you call it."

   "Can I kiss you?"

   "All right." Okay, she's little, and wants to be a boy, but she's got a
pussy, right?  I'm 13, about time I got some, and stopped jerking off with
the little homos.

   "Here, sit down." On a log, she got in my lap.  And kissed me, it was
all right, but I really just want to get in her pants.  "Uh?" She stopped.

   "What's this?" I felt a lump.

   "I put a sock in it."

   I laughed, "Why?"

   "To be a boy?" She rolled her eyes.  Cut her hair, too.  I looked up,
and felt it.

   "You fucked it up." She felt it too.

   "Well," rolled her eyes, "I just cut the sap, and tangles out."

   It was still long in the back, and bothered me.  "I got some scissors at
home."

   "Okay," she kissed me again, real quick, and humped my leg.  Like a
horny dog, "Nhm!" She licked her lips.  "Hn!" Stopped kissing, but closed
her eyes.  I didn't let go, but felt down to her hips, and held them. 
Squeezed her butt with my fingers, while she humped the lump into my lap.
Wish it were tits, but she don't got none, and maybe if I go hang out at
her house, I might get a chance to see Dierdre.  Maybe not naked, but you
know, she hates me.

   I bet she's a homo, too.  I mean, her sister wants to be a boy, and you
never know what she does with her friends.  Why they go to the bathroom, to
make out, and take their clothes off.  Feel eachother's tits against
eachother, and.  "Huh!" I unbuttoned my pants.  "You want to see it now?"

   "Yeah." She hopped down, so I could get up, and pull it out.  Her eyes
went wide, and she grinned, feeling my balls first, then bending over, and
sucking it.

   "Uh!" I just closed my eyes, and felt her fucked up hair.  Taken out in
chunks, so most of it was long, but a lot of it was short.  Here, and there
where she cut it off.

   "Smop!" It dropped back on my balls, and she wiped her mouth.  "What's
wrong?"

   "Uh," I fixed my pants, "Still not ready," I tilted my head, "And we
really need to fix your hair.  It bothers me."

   "Okay," she grinned, and took my hand.

   ;

   Terry {tA Solo Frot.}

   I climbed a tree, in the lot while he ran and got the scissors.  My
sister told me, what Fuck means.  Well, mom told her, and she told me, when
she showed me what a Tampon is for.  "A man puts his thing in here, and
that's how you get pregnant."

   It was gross, and bloody, but that's what the tampons are for.  I
figured the rest out, what Buttfucker means, he puts his thing in your
butt, instead.  So, you can't get pregnant, like a boy.  Boys got butts
too, and he felt my butt, but it's way better with a sock in it.  My
underwear, I just rolled it up, instead of another sock, so it was kind of
like a cock, but it didn't stay.

   Sticking out one end, like I practiced in the bathtub.  With a
washcloth, rolled up so it dripped when I stood up in the water, and waved
it around like a cock.  But in my panties, it only really fits rolled up
between my legs.  It padded them, though.  So, when I hugged the trunk, and
humped the branch, I could feel the ribs in the top of the sock.  On his
leg too, but the branch pushed it in even harder.

   "Nh, huh!" And faster.  Faster, and faster, until I had to hold on real
tight, or fall right off.  "HohhHH!" So, that's what it feels like?  "Ho,
god!" Even the rough bark, digging in my jeans the way my legs squeezed it.
Shaking, and just holding on for dear life.  "NhhhaHhH!"

   "Terry?"

   "Hih him?" I panted.

   "What are yo doing up there?"

   "Fucking the tree," I swung under another branch.  "What's it look
like?" Climbing down, I didn't even catch my breath, but he caught my legs
when I hung down.

   "Let go." He held my butt, and let me down.  In his hands, he held me,
and I locked my feet behind his back.  Kissing him, and let him squeeze my
pockets.

   I even kind of liked it, when it went soft in my mouth.  His dick, a
real life dick, I hoped it would get hard again too, but he pushed me back.
Against the tree, turning my head back and forth to kiss him, this way, and
that.  Humping his belt buckle, so hard it pushed the roll of sock out, but
I didn't care.  I kind of like how it felt in my butt instead, and it
pushed the fly in hard.  On the top of his buckle, so it felt like sparks
struck off the wheel of a lighter.

   "Fuck," he stopped, and put me down.  Pulling at his buckle, I
unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down.  The sock rolled out, and fell
in my pantleg, but I didn't care.  Bending over, so I could feel him behind
me.  His cock between my cheeks, and even the sweaty hairs of his balls
rubbing my crotch.  He squeezed my butt, and I just held onto the roots. 
Felt his knees, squeezing mine together, and his cock slipping up and down
my butt.  "Ngh, huh!"

   My shirt slipped down, my back.  So I could feel it, dribble, and roll
down slowly.  It didn't shoot, like the first time I saw it, but he
grunted. "Nh, huh!  Fuck, yeah!" It went soft, but I felt back.  The wet
mess, and looked at it on my fingers first.  My other hand up on the trunk,
I even bumped my head once, but he wiped the rest with my shirt.

   "Huh, snh?" It didn't smell like anything, but then I tasted it.  "Smop,
huhl luh!" Licked and sucked my fingers, like a dick that would never get
soft.  He pulled my pants up for me, when he was done buckling my belt, but
I had to fix my panties, with the rolled up sock in them.  "Hihn!" He
kissed me, when I turned around.  The first time, really.  I kissed him
first, a couple few times, but I like that better.

   "You like it?" I licked my lips.

   "What?"

   "The taste of your jizz," I laughed, and pushed his shoulder.  "Homo."

   "Girl," he pushed me back, and we laughed it off.

   ;

   Frank (Trig: Mb Flashback)

   She sat on the log, but like a saddle.  "Hold still." Like the
treebranch, only not fucking it, like she did.  I still like how her but
squeezed, tight with her legs like that.  "You want to be my boyfriend?"
She nodded, "Okay." I played G.  I.  Joe too, doesn't make me Roadblock. 
"Now hold still." So, it's not gay, just play gay.  "Huh, guess I don't
need porno no more." I shrugged, and cut off the hair I pulled out.

   "You stole it from your dad." She nodded.

   "Hold still." I pulled out more.  "Huh, no.  There was this, guy."

   "A man?"

   "No?"

   "Well, boys can't buy playboys, so.  You done with the back?"

   "Why?"

   "Get my bangs next."

   "Okay," she turned around, and looked up, so I stood up, and pulled them
out.  Already short, but there wasn't any tangles or nothing in there. 
"How short?"

   "Cut it off, cut it all off.  I hate them."

   "Why?" they're so beautiful, and blond, and really match her blue eyes,
frankly.

   "I'm a boy?"

   "No you're not."

   "Look." she pulled my shirt, "Frankie."

   "Call me Frank." It's childish.

   "I'm a boy.  I always been a boy, inside." She tapped her flat chest,
"In here, where it counts." Her head, "It's not just in here, I don't care
what you think, but let me tell you.  I.  Am.  A boy." He nodded,
seriously. "If anybody knows that, it's me.  So, get used to it."

   "Okay?"

   "I know, you don't like the gay thing, so if you want to think about my
sister, go ahead." I grinned, "I can't stop you, but I'm not your
girlfriend, I'm your boyfriend.  Got it?"

   "Okay!"

   "So, stop thinking about her, she's dead.  Got me?  Camilla is dead, I'm
Terry.  I still have to pretend, for my family, but that's like Camouflage.
I just.  I need you, to understand.  I need someone to know I'm a boy, and
treat me like a boy.  I don't want to be your brother even, I'm your
boyfriend."

   "All right." I kissed him.  Better get used to thinking that, him.  His,
he, um.  I nodded.  "Snh!"

   "Why are you crying?" I turned away.  "Frank, it's okay.  It's okay to
cry, but.  Huh.  Are you okay?"

   "No?" It just, feels so gay!

   "Oh!" He hugged me, my waist.

   ;

   Terry

   So, he told me about it.  He cried, but he said he felt better.  Like I
did, just knowing, somebody believed me.  "I never told nobody before."

   "Why not?"

   "Huh, because it's gay."

   "So?  You're going to have to get over it, some time."

   "No, not that." He hugged me, "I like you, as a boy.  That's not it, I
never really knew Camilla, as a girl anyhow."

   "That's because she never existed." I decided.  "Huh!  She was like, my
imaginary friend.  My parents make me, dress up as, and take me to church.
It was all an act, pretending to be a schoolgirl, a Tomboy because nobody
else ever believed me."

   I wiped his face.  "Huh." He nodded, "I had to do.  Some things, to get
the playboys."

   "Gay things." I hugged him again, "It's okay."

   "No it's not.  I, huh huh huh huh!" He sobbed, "I didn't, just.  I
didn't just do it, with him.  When he stopped, I took Harry over there
too."

   "Your brother?" I guessed.  He just nodded, his chin on the side of my
hair.

   "Uh!"

   "Well, it's over.  Huh, you want to call the cops?"

   "I can't."

   "Why not?"

   "I can't talk about it."

   "Well," I looked at him, puzzled.  "Yeah, you can.  You just did."

   "Yeah, but it's not the same.  I can't tell a man that kind of thing.  I
mean, you're a boy, but you're gay, and.  Huh!" He rolled his eyes, "I
don't even know how to say this."

   "I know, I look like a girl." He nodded.  "And that.  Well, it's not
okay, but there's nothing I can do about it, and I guess you wouldn't be
able, to have sex with me if I didn't, but.  I don't know, dang it, it's
just so confusing, and wrong!"

   "I know."

   "But, he's not.  Still doing it, to him.  Is he?  Harry, I mean.  He's
not still getting molested for porn?"

   "No, he just tried it once."

   "Well, he's not going to stop, is he?"

   "No," he shook his head.

   "Well," I decided, "We'll have to stop him.  Then."

   "How?"

   "We'll have to think of something.  But first, we'll have to warn the
boys."

   "Yeah." And maybe we can find one that can talk about it.  I think it's
because he did it too.  Frank, I mean he started to, I watched him do it.
This morning, it's hard to believe it was just a few hours ago, when it
felt like I grew up.  Years from the little tomboy I was this morning, and
then.  Well, we didn't have sex, really.  We tried to, I guess it was kind
of like sex, but he didn't fuck me.  Not yet, and, with the thing.

   I don't know, if he can really.  I mean, after what happened, even as
much as I look like a girl.  That's like, it felt like being abused.  I'm
sure it's not the same, but Camilla?  She was like, sexual abused.  Just by
being forced to wear dresses, and long hair, and all that stupid stuff, I
bet that's as bad as.  Well, I don't know, but it felt pretty bad, anyway.

   "Huh!  WHW!" I blew some off my cheeks.  "How's it look?"

   "Like a boy." He wiped my grin off with a kiss.

   ;

   Frank (mt Oral Cons)

   Okay, but he's got a pussy.  That's the difference, I don't have any
problem with him being a boy, or even gay, but sucking cock?  I don't want
to do that any more, but you know how he humps stuff?  Like that rolled up
sock he stuffs in his drawers to feel like a dick, okay fine.  That comes
out, and he can hump my face, instead.

   That really made a difference.  "Nh, uh!"I looked up, and his body looks
young, but.

   "Snh, hH!  Snh, hH!" I can get some breaths in, and out between humps,
so I'm not going to pass out.  Without air, but I don't care, I can stick
my tongue in, and even feel his.  I can't believe I'm even thinking this,
but you know his cherry?  Well, I can taste it, or at least feel it ruffle
back and forth on my tongue with each hump.  So yeah, from here you can't
even see if he's a boy or girl, just a kid humping my face, but he wants me
to think boy?  Okay, fine, his pussy on my lip, and my tongue so deep in I
can taste his cherry.

   You bet, at least I don't have to suck any dick, and I have to hold his
butt anyway.  So, I like it, a lot.  I really like the glutes, flexing, and
relaxing so they're firm, then soft, and rolling back and forth to squeeze
my chin, and even the smell of pussy.

   "Snh!" with each bump into my nose.  "Hh."

   "Nh uh, huh, yuh!" Faster, and faster, "UH huhuhHHhHhH!"

   "Hahl!" I can feel it.  Just like when I get off, you know the
twitching, behind your balls?  I don't know, if you're a girl, or the kind
of boy Terry is.  I guess it probably feels different, but it pulled his
pussy?  Tight, so it squeezed the sides of my tongue, and made his cherry
flap like a parachute, or something.  I don't know, it fluttered.

   "Hih, hih, hihn!" He slipped off, and his butt squirmed on my chest.

   "HuhH!" I panted, "Huhh, huhH!" Like a dog, but it was worth it.  So
worth it, I was wondering if I could get him off, at all, but did he piss?
On my neck, maybe.  It wasn't like me cumming in spurts, but like a
trickle, getting cut off to a squirt, then a gush, and squirt from the
twitching.  "HuhhH!" Like, 3 times in 1 day is, kind of a lot, but sure
enough I was rock hard, even smelling the piss.  Yup, he pissed all over my
chin, and neck, and it was so hot, and wet, I didn't even care.

   "Ngh!" he gasped, "Huh, sorry." Sat up, "I think I peed, a little."

   "Huhaha!  No." I sat up, when his wet little ass rolled off my chest. 
"It was a lot, but.  It's all right." It didn't get in my mouth, and I need
a shower anyway, but.  Huh!" I pulled down my pants, "You really want to,
butfuck?"

   "Oh, gracious, yes!" Not even bothering to pull up his pants, he just
bent over, and he was so wet.  Sure, it was piss, but, you know.  It's his
ass, so I just figured what the hey, and held it open to spit in there real
good.

   "Ngh huh!" Still panting, it fluttered like his cherry too, and I was
mesmerized by the way it squeezed, and relaxed.  So it spread in pink
wrinkles, I never had any idea why homos would like that, before.  It hurt
when, well.  Never mind, don't think about that if I want to keep it up,
but he's ready, he wants it.  "God damnit, fuck me all ready!"

   I had to pump it a couple times, and imagine Deirde's tits.  Swinging,
bent over like that while I gave it to her hard from behind, but he said it
was alright if I did.  While I pinched it, and aimed it against his wet
slimy pucker, but he stopped twitching, and held still.  I don't got, a
huge one, like the guys in the movies, but you know.  A: I'm 13 so it'll
probably grow, and B: I bet they hire those guys for enormous cocks anyway.

   "NhhhHH!"

   "You okay?"

   "Nh huh!  Nyeah, moreh!" He licked his lips, turned back, but every gasp
made it pucker, and push back.  Farther, and farther down my cock, like he
was trying to pull me in.  So I just pulled his shoulders, and pushed my
hips into his butt so it spread open, and flattened.  Relaxed, but pulled
tight, bent over his knees like that so I could push as much of my 5 inches
in his gasping body.  "Nuh huh uH!  HUH!" I didn't even have to fuck him,
in and out.  I just held it in, and closed my eyes, trying to hold back,
but the way he kept sucking at my dick with his ass was too much, and I
knew if I even tried to fuck him I'd bust a nut, butt.

   "Ngh!" I Couldn't hold it.  "Ng, hn!" It hurt, until I just relaxed, and
let it happen.  I couldn't stop it, but he loved it.

   "Uh, yeah!  Cum in me, shoot me full of your boy juice huh, ngH!" With
that last grunt, it slipped out, soft, but milking the last drop, and he
fell down.  Stretch out, clenching tight to hold it in I guess.

   "Whew!" 4 times.  I never got off 4 times in 1 day before.  I mean sure,
it took all day, the first one was this morning, and it was starting to get
dark and all, but still.  I didn't even know you could get off, that much
in one day before.

   "Huh, God I love you, so much Frank!" He turned over, and hugged me with
his legs so I'd pick him up, and sit with him.  Kissing me, and his pussy
against my tummy.

   "Yeah," I swear to God, "I love you too." I never even felt a hug like
that before, neither.  "Smq, Terry!  Mh!" Turning to kiss him the other
way. It was the best kiss so far, too.

   ;

   'Tary (tmM Retro Veng)

   I held his hand, in both of mine.  Under my arm, but my nipples are
starting to swell.  If I'm going to do this, it has to be before I start to
show, even through the training bra, and baggy shirt.  "Don't be scared," I
just don't know if he's ready.  "We practiced this, it'll be all."

   "Hello?" He grinned, "Who's this?" He grinned, "I've never seen you
before."

   "I'm Tary," I held up my hand, "But I heard so much about you, mister;"

   "Phil," he held it, "Call me Phil." Laramie, he doesn't get to remain
anonymous.  This was back when they called themselves Metro, or Sensitive
Guys.  Instead of hipsters, but if you want a pretty good picture, go ahead
and do a search for Hookup Hotshot.  This will be here when you get back,
but pretty close to the same douchebag, only instead of porn starlots
acting like horny teenagers, he stayed single, and acted like the cool
neighbor to have boys over.

   Especially tweenage boys, just starting to develop sexually, but still
confused about their sexuality.  "Nothing bad I hope," he closed the door
behind us.

   "Well, depends on how you feel about homosexuality." Or boys, that
happen to have a pussy.  He told him, how to find gay boys to bring over.
Show them how to explore their sexuality with porn, masturbate together. 
"He's my boyfriend, but you know.  I never saw a real man." I looked down,
at his crotch, "With a real dick before."

   Yeah, he told me.  He's big, too fucking big.  Proud of it, too.  You
know the type?  Yeah, only back in the 90s, when kids were still looking
for creepy old men, and their parents trying not to think about pedorasto
rings in the Catholic Church.

   "Oh, yeah?" He grinned, already starting to fill up his dockers. 
Khakis, I swear to god, only instead of the modern neatly trimmed stubble,
he had a shaggy goatee, and mustache.  Community college, "Artist."

   "Yeah," I unzipped his pants, "Why don't you sit down, and show me."

   7".  You think that's not too big?  Well fuck you, I was 10, and my
boyfriend 13.  I wasn't there for him to fuck me, but.  We had to say
something.

   "Ooh, god!" I didn't have to act, "He wasn't kidding!" I let out a
little giggle, okay.  It's a thing, not everything, or the only thing, but
I guess, penis envy?  I don't know from Freud, but he wasn't even hard yet,
he had a foreskin, and everything.  "Mh!  Swolowoworl!" I swirled it around
and round in my mouth until it pumped full of blood, and pulled the skin
back so it slipped out of my lips.  "Whoolgh!" My cheeks sucked in when I
locked my throat, and pulled out, like a piston for suction until it bulged
in my mouth, and the head caught on my teeth.  "SPB!"

   "Uh!  Fuck!  God, damn but you're a good little cocksucker!"

   "Yeah," I nodded, looked back.  "I had a good teacher." I held it, up,
and climbed on his lap.  Pushed it against his belt buckle in front, and
rubbed it in, hard.

   "Ow, fuck!" He pushed my hips, "Not so rough!"

   "Aw," I felt his face, "He said you like it rough." Patted his cheeks,
harder, and harder until he stopped me from slapping him.

   "Ow, fuck!  Not like that!" I grabbed his wrists, pulling them down.

   "Aw, what's wrong." You don't like it when someone hurts you?  "Why
don't you touch me, then." See if that gets it back up.

   I hate him, but.  1: Not as much as my boyfriend, and 2: I have to
admit, he probably wouldn't even be my boyfriend, if he hadn't seduced, and
molested him.

   He didn't have to rape him.

   "The fuck is this?" He pulled his hands out, from the roll in my crotch.
Obviously not the real thing, even through my loose shorts, pulled tight
across my legs, but I grabbed his wrists, and fell back.

   Just like we practiced, he's a lot stronger.  Worked out of course, and
in his early twenties.  If you believe him, he can buy beer, and get you
drunk.  Even if you're just 11, but it's just his arms, and my legs are a
lot stronger.  I just had to hang onto his sleeves, and pull them between
my thighs.  With my feet in his elbows, clamping his wrists as hard as I
can.

   "Guhn!" Until he's knocked out.  "There, you FUCking FAGgot!"

   "Stop," I let go, Frank, FRANK!" When he went limp, "Stop before you
kill him." Over on his side, knocked down on the first punch, it only took
2, or three to knock him out, but he kept hitting him.

   "Ah, fuck!" He sat down, "I think I broke my hand again!" Holding it.

   "Well, go get the chair before he wakes up."

   "Yeah," he got up, "Your right." Got it from the dining room, while I
got the roll of tape out of my cargo pocket.  Cut off BDUs, but navy blue,
instead of woodland cammo, or the OD green I prefer, but they're clean. 
KHKT!  I tore off a rectangle, and put it over his mouth, but he was still
out.  The top of his face was already red, and starting to darken.  I'd
gotten bruised, even on the face, and so did he, wrestling and stuff.

   My folks don't understand, they still don't believe me, but I AM a boy.
I will be a man some day, "Ugh!  Help me.  Nh!" With one hand, but he
pulled his collar, and started choking him.

   He woke up, "Khuhl!  HM WRH!?" I decked him with my elbow, then grabbed
him by the stupid fucking red dyed bangs to backhand him.  Yanking his face
into my pumping elbow until he stopped struggling, and trying to push me
off his lap.

   "Huh!" I shook broken hair out from between my fingers, "Huh!  Hold his
arms, huh?" Got down, and taped them to the legs right under the seat. 
"Hihehum!" I covered my mouth, "God, we fucked him up!" He must have bit
his lip, but his nose was gushing with each breath, and looked mashed flat.
Not to mention a fresh lump on his forehead.  I rubbed the back of my
elbow, "It hurt, but it's not gonna break, like your hand."

   "Yeah, sorry."

   "Your hand." I shrugged.

   "Yeah, god it hurts.  Uh, I uh.  Kinda lost it there." Yeah, well, he
raped him, so.  Yeah.

   "NGH?" He shot out bloody snot, "MHHH!"

   "You gonna stop fighting, or do you want to see how many times we can
knock you out before we beat you to death?" He stopped struggling, but the
tape held.  Just tried to pull his arms up, which is good, because he
didn't kick out the front, fall over, or lean over and stand up.  I didn't
tape his legs yet, I just grabbed the lamp, an pulled it over.

   One of those with a shade that looks like a giant lime tic-tac, or half
of one with a light bulb in the bottom, but I turned it over, and clicked
the switch in the weighted base.  "Phil, PHIL!  Look at me, I'm not going
to hit you with it if I don't have to, but let me see if you got a
concussion." I looked back and fort, not sure what to look for, or if
you're supposed to wave it back and forth like the ambulance guys on TV
shows, but his brown eyes were light enough to see the dark spots, shrink
like pinpricks.  I guess that's what they're supposed to do, but it kept
him distracted until my boyfriend came back.

   From the garage, or workshop.  "Ah, he's up." Holding a box, I picked up
the tape from the coffee table, and came around the side.  He set it down.

   "Mh whm?"

   "Just let him tape your legs," I pulled his pantleg up.  Hairy, I bet
it'll hurt when we rip it off, along with his mustache, and whiskers on his
chin.  I pulled off his shoes too, to roll down his socks, but taped his
ankle, and went around to the other side before I pulled them off.

   "Now, you know how this goes.  We're just going to make a quick cast, so
try to relax, and see if you can get it up again."

   "Nwh!" He shook his head.

   "Huhaha!  What's wrong, you've got nothing to be ashamed of.  You know
that, you're proud of your big pornstar cock, aren't you?  Why you took
casts of all those little by dicks, I bet."

   He told me, he's a collector.  "Yeah, that and you can't get little boy
dildos in the porn store." Some guys take pictures, even movies.  He took
dicks, or cast them to make replicas.  Had a collection up stairs in the
spare bedroom, where nobody will see them.  "What we came for, was a dick.
You've got the biggest around."

   Not that I need 7"s yet.  I'm only 10, but you know what?  He's got a
whole room full of 10, 11, and 12 year old dicks upstairs, I can take my
pick!  "Hihimn!  You mind if I do up, and check it out?"

   "Nah, I got this." He had to reach over, left handed, and fish the keys
out of his pocket.  Pants still open, from the fight, he started undoing
the buckle, but his hand was really swollen.  "This one," he hung the rest
by a key, so I took it upstairs.

   Which room?  Well, obviously the one with a big security door knob on
it, it doesn't even match the rest.

   "Wow!" He wasn't kidding!  I pulled out the Polaroid next, unfolded it,
and took pictures.  A bunch of them, just left them on the floor to
develop. "Hihihn!" For evidence, we'd call the cops when we're done with
him, but 16 of them.  16 different reproductions of little boy dicks, some
hard, most not.  A strip of tape, with names in front of them.

   "Ah." [Francine] Soft, fine with me, he couldn't get it up but I tore
the tape off, then took a picture before I pulled it off.  Undid the top
button, and pulled the sock out first.  Stuffed it in, and felt the cold
rubbery latex start to warm up, while I buttoned them back.  "Huh!"
Grabbed, it, shook it, "Yeah!" Set the camera down on the shelf, and pumped
my hips.  "Fuck, yeah!" It's not the real thing, but better than I imagine,
and I like how the flat rubbery surface, well rubs.  Against me, "Hihih!"
Especially wrapped around if I push it in hard enough.  "Ngh!  Nihihihihn!"
I giggled despite myself, but pulled out the picture, and left it on the
shelf, in the now open space.

   "Huh!" I kept looking, at the hard ones now, but there was only 2, "No,"
3.  [Hairless] On the end, so he was right.  He did like it, or at least
got it up, though the knot of rubber tubing pulled tight, maybe had
something to do with it.  Too, "Huh!" Well, there brothers, so it's as
close as I'm gonna get to his, hard when he was about my size.  If I can't
get it out, I might as well take one to fuck with, and change them out.  I
ripped the tape out, and left a picture of it in the same spot, when I took
it.  Just left it in my pocket, then went to the wardrobe.

   By the 3 way mirror, it's a playroom.  Whatever they want, or he can
talk them into, there's even a box of whips and chains in the closet.  Some
furniture I can just guess is for that kind of stuff, but I got what I came
for.  Pulled off my shirt, and threw it over the bar on the back of the
weight bench to change back.

   Just this once, "Huh!" I sighed.  At least it looks like it'll fit me.

   ;

   Frank (tm/M Bond Tort)

   "Huh!" I got up, "If you try to break free, I'll hear you, and stomp the
living hell out of you before you get up." I wanted to drag him in the
kitchen, but 1 handed, I cradled mine instead, and gently felt the edge. 
To see if I broke the pinky, again.  "Huh, I junk I just sprained it." The
wrist, I looked in the freezer, and sure enough he still kept a bag of ice
in there.  "Huh!" I just layed it on there until it stopped hurting, and
started going numb.  Listening to hear if he rocked over on his side, or
tried to get up.

   Like I did, we couldn't find the exact same chairs, but close enough. 
It's possible to scoot out, even your butt off the end, or lean over enough
to kind of balance on your feet, but bent over that way, it helped to have
Terry hold the chair so I didn't fall flat on my face, which he would if he
tried to walk any where.  His broken, ruined face, good looking guy.  I
have to admit, maybe I'm bisexual, it doesn't make me a homo, as hard as he
tried to.

   I filled the biggest bowl with Ice-water, so I could soak my hand until
it hurt.  Then, take it out until it started hurting again, and soak it
some more.  I don't think it's broken, feels more like a sprain, as many
times as I punched the wrong thing.  Instead of my brother, my father, or
whoever pissed me off at school, but.  I stopped, I finally got control of
it.

   It was Terry, he didn't show me how, or anything.  He just loved me, and
helped me figure out all this shit.  I don't know if revenge will make me
better, or violent again.  I'm a little scared of turning out a sicko like
Phil, but.  "Huh!" I shook my head, "Still can't get it up?" I'll try not
to enjoy this, too much.

   I looked up, as she came down the stairs.  Tying on the apron, just half
a circle of white cloth, like sheet, or pillowcase cotton, I think.  "Huh!"
She looked up.

   I shook my head.  "You look," he, "Handsome." Terry, it's still Terry.
Under the black ruffles, bloused around his skinny shoulders, and the poof
of skirt, bunched around his hips like a feather duster.

   That's Terry, not me.  Looking back from the 3 way mirror.  Twisting
back and forth, and twirling to feel it spin out, and then fall to brush
the white pantie hose under it.  "Let me see you with the wig."

   I'm a transvestite.  I thought it was gay, but really boy's clothes
suck. They're so rough, and heavy, and ugly.  I loved that dress, even
going to the kitchen, to bring him a cold beer, and coming back, like his
maid.  Don't ask me why, but at least he picked a different wig.  A black
one, with bangs, and cut off flat, he pulled the strands straight, and went
to show it to our prisoner.

   "How do I look?"

   He twirled, but dressing up doesn't make him a girl any more than I did.
Or his parents, the Sunday dress, and he got over it.  I love it, I'm still
a little jealous that I never got to wear one.  Okay, it's kinky, but it's
not gay.  Any more than it made me a girl, or even pretty.  I would have
been an ugly girl, and he's a pretty boy, but there's nothing wrong with
that, either.

   "Nh!" I sat on the corner of the table, "Hah!" Sighed as the ice water
froze the pain back out of my wrist, and let it go numb until it started
hurting again.

   "Hihihn!" He twirled, "Wooh!" Bent over, and flopped the skirt up.  Not
high enough to see his butt, really, but to tease it.

   "Yeah, he likes it." Me too, despite the pain leeching into my wrist, I
felt a little stiff in the panties.  I got some, that fit me.  Nice and
silky, tafetta that felt a little rough with the tiny thread as I adjusted
it in them.  "Mh!"

   "Oh!" She flopped down, with a puff.  "What have we here?" I patted the
water off, with a kitchen towel, and wrapped it up real quick.  She undid
my pants, and got it out.  Tucked the elastic waistband under my balls, so
it held my stiffy against the bottom of my skirt.

   "Ngh!" He didn't look surprised, yet.  Hell, he was the first one that
saw me in panties.  Try it, he told me.  You might like it, and to my
surprise I did.

   "Mh, slworp pub!" It snapped against my shirt again, harder than ever,
but now wet from his nice warm mouth, and tongue.  Yeah, he's a real good
cocksucker, he loves it, and seems to get better and better with each
blowjob.  "Wohl Lugh, glk.  Qwrl." Deep in his throat, now that it's long
enough, for the whole head to push through.  "Snh!  Swool!" Pulling out to
just the head, not even gagging, but using the suction to pull out thick
slimy mucus and spit.  To roll down his tongue, and paint the bottom,
rubbing it with his cheeks.  "SPB!"

   "Uh!" The flared end, snapped, and shrank from the seal breaking, and
"PTUH!" He rubbed the splat he spat on the top of it to make the whole
thing slick as fuck.  It crackled in his fingers, stroking, and twisting
it, my sensitive head in his fist, polishing it like a knob until my legs
shook.  "Ngh, huh!" He can get me off like that, but stopped before I shot
his hand full of jizm, I'd been saving up all day, and yesterday.

   "My!" He grinned, squeezing it so it flared again, "How you've grown."

   "Uhhhh!" I groaned, and unwrapped my hand, for another dip.

   "Let's see," he let go, and pushed up on my knees.  "Yup, he's still
bigger.  How bout it, man.  You want a blowjob?  Yeah?" He nodded,
grinning. "You like being the one tied up now?"

   "Nwh!" He shook his head.

   "Well," she giggled.  Like she used to, as a girl, except for covering
her mouth.  "What have we here?" Bent over the box, she pulled out the end
of the hose.  I left right on top, the rubber tubing he used.  To get
little boys up, and keep it hard.  For the casting, it hurt, but even with
the turnequette, mine wilted before it set.

   "Nwh, dwn!"

   "Heah," the wig shook, "You ever heard that before?" looking up, "No,
don't!  Please stop, it hurts!"

   "Ngh!m" I pulled my poor wrist out of the water, but that pain just
snapped me out of the flashback.  Smothering with my face in the pillow,
the skirt up over my torn open pantie hose, and my panties pulled down
roughly.  When he raped me.

   "Sorry." He said i was big enough, to take it.  he lie, but when I
screamed for him to stop, he just held my face down in the pillow.

   "Huh!" I wrapped my wrist in the towel, but.  It's not like I like the
pain, but it's better than remembering.  It even hurts worse, but keeps me
here, now.

   "MNGH!" So I can see, the look on his face.  Eyes squeezed tight, and
the blood bulging in his swollen boner.  "MRHHHHH!" Shaking his head, but
it must be throbbing now.  "NWH WHR!"

   "You know why, you fucking RAPED ME!" I smacked him.

   "Frances!"

   "Uh!" I held my wrist.

   "Don't break the other one, all right!"

   "I'm sorry."

   "Well, try to control yourself, and help me with this."

   "Huh!" I nodded, and pulled the jar out of the box.  "Here, lube it up
real good first, so the mold doesn't stick."

   He should have shaved, which means he doesn't have a new victim yet.  He
likes to grow it out, while he's, abusing you.  Talking you into trying
kinkier, and kinkier stuff to find out what you like, until he's fully
hairy again.  Whoever he's doing now.  "How many are up there?" I don't
want to go, and see for myself.  Back to the trophy room, I can't.  I feel
like I'm having a panic attack, just thinking about it.

   "Sixteen.  Your brother's still the last one."

   "Mother," fucker!

   He grabbed my arm.  "FRANK!"

   "Uh!" I just sat down.  "Uhnuhuhuhuh!" I took in a breath,
"Hhisfufufuf!" As best I could, unwrapping the towel.  It was starting to
hurt again, but now I could see the swelling was getting even worse.  For
him, dark, almost like a bruise, and really throbbing.  "Hah!" I relaxed my
hand, in the bowl.  "Too tight, fucker?" He was shaking now.

   "Mhmhmhmhm!" Whimpering, but the blood crusted in his nose, and was even
starting to dry dark on the tape.  On his chin, yeah it hurt, but it was
worth it.  It helps, me not enjoy it too much.  Or break down, and curl up
sobbing in a pityfull ball on the floor.

   "Ngh!" I flex my fingers, and pick up my foot.  Pull the laces out on my
knee so I can take off my boots, and my pants.  I'm going to enjoy this.

   "Oh," he held up the layext casting, stuff.  "Here it is." Set it down,
and untyed the cocktail apron.  Even pulled off the dress, and draped it on
the couch.  "Don't want to ruin it."

   I saw it, even recognized it.  Though you couldn't really tell, through
the briefs, and the tight black panty hose.  He was wearing it!  It looked
like, well exactly what it was.  A latex cast of my privates, though a lot
smaller.  Since I'd grown a lot in the last couple years, but I remember.
How he talked me into it, so I could see how much bigger I get, before he
showed me.

   What a real dick looks like.  Maybe some day it'll be this big.  Yeah,
see it?

   He said it's what a real man's cock was like, but real men don't abuse
little boys, just to flaunt how big their dicks are.

   "You're a dick." I let the ice water drip off my fingers, and picked up
the cold damp towel.  "But that's all you are, and without that, you'll be
nothing."

   "Hm?"

   "You better keep it up," I nodded, "So you'll have something to remember
it."

   "Nwh!"

   "Yes." I got up, "HahaHA!" I laughed in his face, "Because when we're
done." I lowered my voice, in complete control.  "You're going to have to
get used to being a fucking Ken-Doll."

   "NWhwhwhwhwh!" He just broke down, whimpering, and crying.

   "Well," I shrugged, "We better give him a show, to keep it up until it
cures."

   "Okay!" she fluffed her skirt, and bent over.  To pick up my dick, and
suck me hard again.  Fondling my balls, just the way I like it, but just
imagining.  What it must be like for him, sitting there, it was starting to
droop, but his eyes were locked on his ass.

   "SLWRP!" It started standing straight up again, even waving back, and
forth with his pulse.

   "Qworlgh, glklgG!" He gagged, but held it in, "Snhhhhh, hnhhhhhhh!" Blew
out on my fresh shaved pubes.  This morning.  "Swop!" He grinned, but held
his lips tight.

   I bent over, put my elbow down on the coffee table, and unwrapped the
towel for another soak.

   "Hahhhhhl!" I felt his breath first, on the end of my back.  Then his
thumbs pulling me open for the long thick rope of spit to dribble in my
crack.  "Mh!" Then his chin, and nose.  His lips smile, then his tongue
lapping around until he found my asshole.

   "Hrhhhmmn!" So hard it hurts, but.

   "Huh, fuck.  Yeah!  Kiss my ass, you dirty little buttfucker.  Get it
nice and wet, nh." I clenched, "Ghuh!" Popped it out around the wiggling
tip of his tongue.  "Ngh Uh!"

   "MhlmH!" He nodded, grinning, and wiggled it deeper.  I pushed, gasping,
and grunting to spread it, and push out as much as I could. 
"WOWLWLWLWLlLlLlL!" He tongue fucked me, and rubbed the drips of spit
around on my balls.  Gripping, and milking my cock until it hardened again,
so he could cup his other hand under it.

   "Uh, huhHUH!" I squirmed, and hunched, but I couldn't help it.  "NGH
huUHH!"

   "SwlpbBPhPhPhPH!"

   "NGh!" I nodded, and shook.  Phzst!  The air he blew in squeeking out,
and my balls tightening.  Then he was back kissing, and rubbing my spasming
ass with his flattened tongue.  The first gush of jizz in a day and a half
busting out in his fist.  Twisting, and squeezing as even more twitched,
and milked, and splashed hard in his hand.  "NGHEAHHHHHH!" My sprained
wrist throbbed, but even that felt increadible, and it seemed like forever
before I could breathe.

   "Hhhhhhh, snhhhhIH!  HHHhhhh!"

   He slapped my crack, and rubbed it in.  "Now, you ready to get fucked?"

   "Neah," I nodded, "But.  Huh, can you put the bowl on the floor, first?"

   "Yeah."

   "Hahhhhh!" I put my knees down, on the floor.  Laying on the coffee
table, and let my hand relax in the still icy water.  Most of the ice was
gone, but it was still really cold.  I shivered, but then he was back. 
Behind me, rubbing a rubbed dick up and down my crack to get it wet.  I
actually forgot about Phil, for a while.  Everything else, really.  Just
us, just the two of us, and all the pleasure he could give me.

   Well, with a molded dick.  Okay, we made do with what we had.  Now, we
had more, and it was even better.  I never thought, I would enjoy getting
fucked, ever again.

   Boy, was I wrong.

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   {Working on it...