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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (revised) chapter 2 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading chapter one.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Two

I threw some clothes in my backpack the next afternoon, actually the
same things I'd worn the night before. My jeans, Texaco shirt, ball
cap. Some socks and boxers, and my old shoes. I dressed out in my
football uniform, but I knew after practice, I'd be changing in the
locker room. That thought made me nervous and excited at the same time.

Matt and Lance stopped by to ride with me, the way they always did.
They had packs too and we rode kind of slow because for once in our
lives we were actually running early for something other than
Christmas.

"Hey, you wanna sleep over at my house Friday?" Matt asked me.
"Lance and Kyle are coming over, my mom said it was cool."

"Yeah, we're gonna rent Jason vs Freddy!" Lance grinned at me.

"We saw that like a hundred times." I shook my head. "Get
something else."

"It's intense, c'mon, Ann!" Matt loved that movie. "We gotta
watch something scary, dude!"

"It ain't scary after awhile." I shrugged. "Get like 28 Days
Later or something."

"Zombies dude!" Lance yelled. "We want your women!"

"We saw that before too." Matt said.

"Just once." I told him

"How about..." And it went back and forth. We'd end up getting
Jason vs Freddie though and spend most of our time talking and throwing
popcorn at each other and saying all the lines a split-second before
the actors did. But that was fun too.

After practice...tired and huffing from 5 more laps around that stupid
football field, we made our way to the locker room. Coach had told
everybody to tell their parents there was a girl on the football team,
but he didn't tell anyone to explain that the girl would be sharing
the locker room with the boys. Maybe the Coach just overlooked that, or
figured the guys would say something. But even fourteen year olds
aren't that dumb, at least around our town. Somebody's mom would
have gotten a bit...concerned maybe. I know I didn't tell my daddy,
he'd have yanked me off that team as quick as you can say
"What?!"

So what we had, if you can imagine it, was a great sexy secret among
twenty teens going through puberty. Somebody, eventually, would let
that cat out of the bag...but for the time being it was more like
walking on glass. At least for me. The locker room was strangely quiet,
considering how excited and loud and naturally energetic everybody had
been a few minutes earlier on the field. I'd already put my clothes
in my locker, before practice had started, but now as I opened it I
felt everyone looking at me.

"What are you guys looking at? Jeeze!" I looked around and laughed
at all those guys. Nobody had even started undressing.

"They never seen a girl before." Brian was next to me and he
grinned.

I had reached under my jersey and unhooked my pads and untied the
string in the front, the way Steve had showed me. I pulled my pads and
jersey off over my head, so I stood there topless. I ignored the way
most of the guys stared at my smallish breasts with their hard little
pink nipples sticking out. I felt strangely excited by the whole thing
and that just made me more aggressive I think.

"Well, I'm not a girl." I looked at Brian. "I'm a football
player, okay?"

He looked down at my tits and nodded. "Yeah, whatever you say."
Then he was removing his own pads and most of the guys started doing
the same.

Matt and Lance had started undressing already, making a big show of
ignoring me, but they'd seen me countless times bare butt naked. On
the other side of me, little Lenny Solomon wasn't moving at all.

"What are you starin at?" I looked at him.

"N-Nothing." He said and sat down real quick, looking away from me.

I could hear guys whispering to each other, giggling a little. It did
embarrass me a little, but not too bad. Like I've said, I grew up
with a house full of guys, and all my best friends were guys. These
boys were just going to have to get used to it. I kicked off my cleats
and untied my football pants, keeping my eyes down as I got them loose
enough so I could hook my thumbs in the waist and more or less peel
them down my hips, over my butt and down my thighs. I had to bend over
a little and I knew every guy in there was staring at my ass. All I was
wearing was my jockstrap and that stupid nut cup I didn't really
need.

"God!" Someone whispered loudly from behind me and I knew whoever
it was could see everything when I bent over like that. The thin
stretchy straps of my jock hugged around my butt and there was a bit
that ran from the base of the cup up and around the firm creamy globes.
But there was nothing hiding my little pink butthole from their view,
nor were the swollen folds of my pussy hidden very much. I could feel
my blood rushing hot and my sex felt greasy as I moved. I didn't know
why I was excited physically; mentally I just wished I had a dick so
these guys would ignore me. Why had I been born like this, I wondered?
It wasn't fair.

I was a little angry and I punished those guys the only way I knew how
- with my body. I decided if they had to look, I couldn't stop
them. No matter what I did or said, for most of them, maybe all of them
except Lance and Matt, it was the first time they'd ever seen a girl
naked. A girl they weren't related to, I mean. I bent down even
farther, stretching my legs as I removed my socks one at a time. The
cup was chafing me, but I'd leave that til last.

"Well now what?" Coach's voice suddenly filled the locker room.
"Why's it so danged quiet in here?" He rounded the corner.
"Jeeeez-us!" I straightened up quick and turned around. The coach
was staring at me, standing there with his clipboard and eyes nearly as
wide as his mouth.

"Hey, uh...Coach." I licked my lips and everyone else was suddenly
very busy putting stuff in their lockers or something.

"Goddamn...okay." Coach rubbed his head. "This uh...one locker
room, one team thing...Maybe uh...Russet you want to change lockers, um
I can get the keys for the girl's locker room and..."

"No sir!" I shook my head. "One team, right coach?" I felt a
lump of fear, I thought maybe he was going to kick me off the team!

I was standing there naked except for one sock halfway down and my
jockstrap, bulging ridiculously with that nut cup. I put my hands
behind my back, sort of turning a little with my hips, back and forth
while Coach looked at me.

"One team...right. Um...come on in here with me now." He walked
back around the lockers and into the coach's office. I was right
behind him and he told me to close the door as I entered. "Push the
button there on the knob, Russet."

"You want me to lock it, Coach?"

"Uh yeah, we need to talk." Coach sat down on his desk, facing me
as I stood there. "You know...if you didn't have those itty bitty
titties there, I'd say you were the cutest young man I ever saw,
Russet."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, looking down at my
breasts.

"I gotta tell you, I wasn't sure about havin a girl on my football
team. Not..." He held up his hand. "...not because you can't
play...I coached all of your brothers, I know what you got pumpin in
your heart there. Hell, you just proved it. I figured you'd come crying
before you'd be getting bare assed naked in front of all those boys!"


I looked up at him. "I ain't gonna cry, coach." I said quietly.

"I guess not." He nodded. "Proved me wrong, damned if you didn't,
and I never figured a girl for that!"
He was almost laughing, I thought, and it made me feel a little
helpless. Embarassed even, although I didn't understand why. I guess he
could see the confusion on my face.

"I just never had much use for a girl, uh...you know what I mean,
Russet?"

I licked my lips. "N-No sir." I didn't have a clue.

"What I mean is...One of the good things about coaching the football
team is I get to...train...one special
boy. About being a man and being treated...like a man."

"You train one person?" I frowned slightly. I thought he was
training all of us.

"I train one boy; make him a man. Not a person, not a girl."

"So..." I looked down at my breasts. "Are you uh, kicking me off
the team Coach?" My voice was small, which was exactly how I was
feeling.

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"No sir." I shook my head. "I...I really do like football, I
just, uh...I think the guys need some...time, you know? About the
locker room thing, I mean."

"Never you mind that right now." Coach shooed all those concerns
away with his hand. "How bad do you want to play football?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick.

"And how bad do you want to be a boy?" Coach grinned like he'd
known all my secrets all along.

"I..." I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything
right then, and not just right then, but anytime. I wasn't supposed
to be in this body, didn't he know that? "I want to be a boy, yes
sir. I-I wish I had a dick, Coach. Sometimes. I really do cause I think
I wasn't sposed to be..." I looked down and really hoped I
wouldn't cry. "Like this."

"I think you're right about that, Russet." Coach nodded. "I
uh...when I saw you bending over in there, you know what I was
thinking?"

"No sir." I sucked my lip.

"I was thinking that boy's got a beautiful ass!" He smiled at me,
his hard craggy features turning almost handsome beneath his bushy
black brows. "I was thinking, that's the boy I'm gonna train this
year. Yes sir." He slapped his bare thigh just below his shorts.
"Gave me wood, damned if you didn't!" He laughed. "And that,
Miss Russet, is the very first time in 46 years that a woman has ever
made my dick hard!"

"I...I made your dick...hard?" I stared at the man in disbelief.

"Yep and when I realized it was you..." He gestured around us.
"Well, here we are." I watched him as he unzipped his shorts,
slowly pulling out his long now soft penis. "How bad do you wanna
play football, boy?"

"You just like...boys?" I looked at him.

"That's right, so you just leave that cup on, I like it, and come
on over here and get this thing hard. I'm going to show you what I
show all my special players..."

"What's that?" I whispered.

"How a man fucks a boy!" He grinned at me and I barely had time to
consider the real meaning of his words before I found myself taking his
soft cock into my inexpert mouth.

It was different than it had been with Steve. This was almost a
stranger - I'd known Coach since Monday and it was only Wednesday!
But I was excited beyond belief. Where I'd felt safe and loved the
night before with my brother, now I was filled with something
more...exciting. I was having sex with a man who really did only want
me as a boy. He had no interest in my boobs or in my pussy. He hadn't
even realized I was a girl at first, not when he just saw my ass
sticking up in the air like an invitation to the first big hard cock
that came along. Coach was gay, he'd admitted as much, and I was a
boy for him, a little queer teenage boy to suck and fuck him as he
desired.

"Yeah...get on it, you little fag!" he was rubbing my head, pulling
my mouth down hard, so very different from the gentle patience Steve
had shown. "You done this before, huh boy?" He pulled my face down
until I gagged, and only reluctantly did he let me back up, coughing
and sucking air. His cock was big, but not like Steve's and I was
both grateful and a little disappointed I think.

"Mmpphhh-mmphh..." I made little noises of agreement as I worked
his prick in and out of my lips. I didn't use my hands at all; I just
braced myself against Coach's powerful thighs. His cock was leaking
precum and I swallowed it constantly.

"Take it, cock boy!" Coach pulled me down hard again and this time
it happened just when I was swallowing and suddenly his whole penis
just slid right inside me. I felt my face pressed against his wiry
pubic hair, Coach's big balls slapping against my chin and I
couldn't breathe at all! There was a good 7 inches of cock buried to
the hilt in my mouth and throat and I tried to push off, feeling a
little bit of fear seizing me.

"Ohhhh fuck ya, throat it boy! Eat that man meat!" I was
struggling, trying to push away so I could breathe and I think it only
excited him more. "Uhhh fuck...you're a born cocksucker!"

Finally Coach relaxed his grip on my head and I pulled off his cock,
feeling it sliding back out of my throat almost painfully and I inhaled
deeply, coughing just a little. I blinked, realizing I had tears in my
eyes and before I knew it Coach was urging me back down on his cock.

"Keep suckin, boy...football player like you needs his protein!" I
didn't resist, I felt strange inside, all over really, and all I
wanted to do was suck that man's cock, to feel his sperm shooting
into my tummy. I was a boy finally, like in the little videos I'd
seen, the pictures, I was a guy and Coach was reminding me of that
every chance he got.

"Back in your throat, come on, kid...you wanna run with the big dogs
you gotta suck it up!" He was digging his big strong hands into my
scalp, pulling me down hard, not caring if my throat was open or not,
he just rammed his cock inside. "This here's mouth fucking, boy!"
He was chuckling. "You gotta get used to this, cause we're going to
be doing this a lot, faggot!"

His big fat cock slid in and out of me, sometimes pressing into my
throat easily, sometimes painfully, forcing it's way into the tight
confines of my mouth. Coach didn't seem to mind, and truthfully,
neither did I. I was too excited by it, the attitude, the roughness of
it all. It was nothing like I'd ever imagined. There was no
tenderness in Coach whatsoever, it was all about getting him off and I
didn't care. I wanted him to use me that way, even if I didn't
understand it.

"Ohh...here now! Come on...get it down, cockslut!" Coach pulled my
face to his crotch, spearing his turgid prick halfway down to my tummy
and he hunched over me, as if hugging me in some strange way and I
dimly became aware of his cock pulsing between my stretched lips,
throbbing over my tongue. I even imagined I could feel it expanding in
my throat as my muscles contracted around it. But those were the only
indications I had that Coach was cumming. I couldn't taste or feel
his cum, he was shooting it straight into my belly.

Only when Coach finally relaxed, after a long minute, was I able to
pull my mouth away and I was dizzy and my lungs ached from holding my
breath. I could taste the sperm he left behind, leaking from his
cockhead as he withdrew and I savored it, leaving it on my tongue as I
panted on my knees, tired and happy.

"Goddamn that was good, Russet!" Coach grinned and tousled my hair
a little. "I was gonna fuck you too, but I think I dumped every bit
of sperm I had, boy!"

I just licked my lips and nodded. My throat felt pretty sore and I
wasn't sure I wanted to try and talk anyway. My boobs felt like they
were on fire though, my nipples burning and begging for attention, my
pussy too, hiding under that nut cup I still wore. My little clit
buzzed with desire and I squeezed my thighs together, wanting to touch
myself, to frig myself off, but knowing I couldn't. I was a boy; I
didn't have a stupid cunt. At least that's what I tried to tell
myself.

"Looks like you want it though." Coach smiled at me. "You ever
been fucked Russet?"

"N-No sir." I answered with a soft hoarse whisper. I felt my body
tingle at the thought. Steve was going to fuck me, I hoped, he'd sort
of promised me and I meant to keep him to it. Especially now, since it
didn't seem like Coach was going to.

"I don't mean girlie fucked." Coach stared at me. "I mean dirty
butt fucked like a fag."

I shook my head. "N-never Coach."

"But you want it don't you?" Coach chuckled. "You might be a
girl on the outside, Russet, but you're a queer little boy on the
inside, ain't ya?"

"Yessss..." I hissed through my teeth softly. "How do you
know..."

"How do I know?" He raised one of those imperious eyebrows. "I
been coaching for nearly thirty years. There ain't nothing about
teenage boys that I don't know. I know what they're thinking, what
they're doin, hell...I know what they're dreaming about when
they're all tucked in at night."

"Oh." I whispered and it was everything I could do to keep from
rubbing my nipples.

"Like you, Russet." He gave a little nod. "You dream about having
a dick, don't ya? But not so you can screw little Valerie Parker in
the back seat of your Daddy's car." He didn't wait for my reply.
"You want a dick so you can jerk off while you suck mine, ain't
that right? So you can feel your balls getting tight when some guy
stretches that little ass of yours wide open..."

I gulped and nodded. "Yeah...I want a dick..." I whispered.

"I figured as much." Coach grinned. "You just remember, Russet,
those boys out there...they don't understand that. They're just
kids, horny and hungry and they just think about that little hole you
got in the front. You keep away from 'em, okay? Specially that Hades
kid, he wants to put some babies in your belly. Hell of a football
player, but he ain't gonna understand you being queer on the
inside."

"Okay Coach." I figured this had to be the weirdest conversation
that I would ever have in my entire life.

"You're my player now, Russet. That means everyday after practice,
before you start undressing, you come in here." He gave me a stern
look. "You get your ass in here and we're gonna do what we gotta
do, you understand me?"

I understood, Coach was going to have sex with me every day after
practice. He was going to teach me how to be a man and have good hard
man sex. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart about to burst at the
thought of it.

"Yes sir." I said softly.

"Now don't you be telling nobody either, Russet. This is a secret
between you and me. You gotta give me your word on that and if you
break your word, well then...I guess you ain't much of a man
anyways." He stared at me hard. "Just a girl afterall."

"I..I won't tell, Coach." I stood up slowly. "I promise."

"All right then, get out of here and get cleaned up." He was
putting his dick away and I gave it a glance as I turned around. "And
Russet..."

"Yeah Coach?"

"I wish you had a dick too, boy."

I walked out of the office, feeling Coach's eyes on my bare ass until
I turned the little corner. Most everyone was gone already except Lance
and Matt, and Brian Hades. My two best friends were hanging out by the
door and they followed me as I walked by. Brian was at his locker,
fully dressed now and looking at me. I remembered what Coach had said
and I tried to ignore the smile that I really wanted to give the boy.

"So?" Lance asked me. "What did Coach want?"

"He just wanted to talk to me." I shrugged.

"We thought maybe he was uh, doing something." Lance sounded
apologetic, sort of. "He wasn't, was he?"

"No!" I laughed at him, but it was forced. I'd known Lance and
Matt for almost 10 years; they'd seen me lie a zillion times and knew
how I did it.

Matt grabbed me by the arm. "What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything, come on!" I pulled my arm away. "He's
the Coach he was worried about the guys, looking at me and stuff. He
said I had to wait til everybody was gone."

"Uh-huh." Matt didn't sound convinced.

"Alright, whatever." Lance shrugged. "We're gonna get some
cokes, want one?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute okay?"

"Yeah." The guys left to find the vending machine, they'd hang
out by our bikes talking about me, I knew. They probably figured Coach
was touching me, maybe fucking me or something. Their imaginations were
like that. Or more probably I was just really worried that everyone
could tell.

I went to my locker, trying to ignore the looks Brian was giving me. I
was still wearing only that jock strap and nut cup thing. I decided
I'd just get dressed and go home, take a shower there and find out
what Steve was doing. I was so horny right then it was unbelievable. I
know I was young, too young probably for all the things I was feeling,
but all I knew was that need inside me.

"Hi." Brian smiled and me.

"Hey." I didn't look at him.

"Was Coach pissed?" Brian sat down on the bench, straddling it so
he faced me.

"No." I shook my head. "He was just worried about some of you
guys."

"Worried about us?" Brian grinned. "This is the boy's locker
room."

"Yeah. I know. But I'm on the team, remember?" I finally had to
look at him. I was pulling that cup out of the weird pouch thing and I
put it on the shelf.

"So? You can't just get naked, you're a girl! What do you
expect?"

"What are you talking about?" I pulled off my jock, completely
exposing my pussy with its little wisps of light brown hair. My pussy
lips were full and felt sort of rubbery and wet still, even though I
was calming down a little.

"You were crying to Coach, that's what. Probably saying how we were
all staring at you and stuff like we were gonna rape you..." Brian
was trying to look at my face, trying to act cool, but his eyes kept
going down.

"No! He called me remember?" I grabbed my shirt and started putting
it on, determined to ignore his staring eyes.

"Yeah, so? You were in there a long time. What was he doing? Showing
you a new play?" Brian laughed.

"We were talking! So what. He told me that I had to watch out for
guys like you!"

"Like me?" Brian made a face, finally looking back up into my eyes.

"Yeah cause you just want to make some babies." I grabbed my boxers
and started putting them on.

"Coach is whacked! I just don't want to get in trouble cause
you're some lesbo who doesn't like guys."

I didn't understand why he was giving me a hard time. I kind of hoped
we'd be friends after what happened the day before. I guess I was
expecting him to ask me out or something and I probably would have said
yes, despite what Coach had said. But now he was making me mad.

"You don't know anything about me!" I still had one sock on and I
grabbed the other one, sliding it up my foot and calf. "I told you I
don't like girls, okay?"

"And you don't like boys so..." Brian stared at my legs.

"I do like boys, who said I don't?"

"Your friends, those fags, Lance and the other guy."

"What did they say?"

"They said you didn't have any boyfriend cause you didn't want
one."

"Yeah? So what? I don't want one and if I did I could get one
anytime I wanted to!" I was putting on my pants and jamming my feet
into the legs angrily. "You're just pissed cause I don't make
baby faces every time you look at me!" It was my turn to grin at him.

"Yeah, whatever." Brian rolled his eyes. "I don't even like
you!"

"I don't like you either!" I put on my shoes quickly, not
bothering with the laces and slammed my locker, locking it.

"So bye then!" Brian sat there, watching me leave.

"Yeah. Bye!" I said under my breath. I didn't like him, but I think
I was falling in love with him.

Lance and Matt didn't say much on the ride home and that suited me
just fine. I was thinking about too much stuff anyway. I was thinking
about Coach and how he made me his special player and was going to
teach me how to be a queer. I was thinking about Steve and how he was
going to love me. I was thinking about Brian and how come I got so mad
at him when all I wanted to do was kiss him. And I was thinking about
Lance and Matt and how they knew I hadn't just been talking to Coach.
They didn't know what we'd really been doing, but they knew I'd
lied about it. So it must have been something bad.

Did you ever have a day like that?

When I got home it was the usual chaos. Daddy and Mark and Henry were
still at the garage, working. Scott was in the kitchen trying to make
spaghetti. David was playing on the computer, Greg was in our room,
laying on his bed doing homework. And Steve...

"Where's Steve at?"

Greg didn't bother looking up. "I dunno, his car's gone. I was
gonna ask him for a ride to the library."

"Oh." I sat down on my bed, wondering why Steve wasn't home.
He'd promised me!

"Maybe he's still at school."

"Yeah, maybe." I sighed.

"What's the matter with you?" Greg finally closed his book and
rolled over, propping himself up against the headboard and looking at
me.

"I just...We were gonna do something." I gestured weakly. "It's
not important."

"You and Steve?" Greg laughed.

"What?" I looked at him, blushing maybe a little, although I
didn't know why.

"Nothing." Greg shrugged.

He was cute too, like all my brothers are. Greg's hair was dark, like
Steve's, and short, of course. He had a little white scar on the top
from where he'd gotten hit on the head with a rock once. And his eyes
were more hazel than brown, which was nice. Greg and I were pretty
close, not just in age - he was almost exactly a year older - but also
as friends, as brother and sister.

I was close to all my brothers though. My Daddy told me once, when I
was older, that I was the one that made the rest of them a family. That
if I wasn't there, then everyone would have just gone their different
ways. I was the glue, Daddy had said, and he was serious.

"No, just say it!" I laughed at him. "What about me and Steve?"

"Why?" he grinned at me. "I didn't mean anything!"

"Yeah you did!" I jumped on his bed, bouncing a little and
straddled his stomach, looking down at him. Greg's super ticklish
too! My fingers went for his underarms. "Tell me!"

"God! Sensitive..." And then he was giggling, trying to press his
arms close to his body, rocking a little back and forth as I tickled
him.

"Say it!" I was laughing to and I bounced my butt a little up and
down on his stomach. I don't know why I was acting like that because
you know if you show too much interest in something then it's worse
than confessing. Usually worse than the truth, you know? I was
definitely guilty of something with Steve and even though Greg was
breathless and laughing and writhing beneath me, I could see that
glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

He grabbed my hands finally, my wrists, and pulled me down, stretching
my body and rolling over. I suddenly found myself on my back, on my
brother's bed, with me legs wide around his waist. His hands gripped
my wrists, not entirely unpleasantly, and his chest was pressing
against my heaving breasts. We were both smiling, giggling a little,
and breathing hard.

"You tell me!" he grinned and he pushed with his hips a little and
I tightened my legs around him.

"No!" I laughed, sticking out my tongue.

"Come on sis!" Greg whispered in a little sing-song sort of voice.
"You and Steve what?"

"Nothing! We didn't do anything!" I struggled a little, but not
fighting. I kind of liked the way this felt.

Greg pushed against me again. We were both fully dressed, of course,
him in corduroys and a t-shirt and me in my jeans and Texaco shirt. But
I felt his groin pressing against mine and there was something else, I
could feel the lump of his penis, hard, but coiled up I think, pressing
down instead of up, trapped in his underwear. But I could feel it,
pushing against my covered sex and my legs tightened of their own
accord.

"What did you and Steve do, Annie..." Greg's eyes were looking in
mine and I felt my heart beating harder again, my blood warmed suddenly
and those butterflies were back.

"I toooohmmphh...!!" My word were cut off suddenly as Greg put his
mouth on mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth.

He thrust his pelvis against me hard, grinding sort off, not relaxing
the pressure and it felt good. I was so totally unprepared for that,
especially his kiss and I couldn't help but respond. I used my own
tongue to tickle his, wriggling it wetly around and finally into his
mouth as we kissed deeper. I was pushing back against him too, lifting
my butt a little, rocking my hips, looking for more of that good
feeling he was giving me, even through all of our clothes.

"Mmmm..." I moaned softly and Greg let go of my wrists so I could
put my arms around him. We kissed eagerly for several minutes,
Frenching and sharing each other's spit until we had to pause for
air.

"God!" I breathed finally. "Wha-What did you do that for?"

"Why did you do it?" Greg smiled and licked his lips.

"I don't know..." And then I kissed him again, just as urgently
as I knew how, sucking his tongue as if it were a small pink cock. My
breasts were aching beneath Greg's chest, the weight of him felt so
good. I imagined I could feel his heart beating against mine and still
we were grinding, dry humping endlessly. I could feel my pussy getting
soft and mushy wet with juices and I wondered how it felt for Greg,
having a hard cock throbbing and trapped uncomfortably.

And I didn't know why we were kissing. There was no *why* it just
seemed like the right thing to do. Greg had a girlfriend, his first
one, and I wondered if he'd ever kissed her like this. Part of me hoped
he hadn't and I didn't understand that, really, I mean why I'd be
thinking about that while we kissed.

"Did you and Steve do this?" Greg asked me as we broke our second
wonderfully long kiss.

"Yeah." I sighed happily. "Take your cock out...I'll show you
what else."

I hadn't made a decision to do it. I hadn't thought about it or
anything, I just wanted to. Like spontaneous impulsive buying at the
store. Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry!

Greg stared at me for a second and then he moved, rising up on his
knees to undo his pants and free his hard penis. It pressed outward
like a spring, bobbing up and down slightly as he released it. I
shivered when I saw it too, large and beautiful, with dark veins and a
smooth wetly rounded crown. I just lay there, pulling him forward with
my hands so he could kneel above my body and lean forward, bringing his
cock down to my eager lips.

"Ohhh...Jesus, Annie!" Greg groaned as I took him slowly into my
mouth, sucking a good two or three fat inches into my mouth.

I bathed his cock with my tongue. He wasn't nearly as thick as Steve,
or as long, but I thought it was nice anyway and it seemed a perfect
fit for my little mouth. I had my hands on Greg's tight ass, guiding
his gentle thrusts so that he could just slide his hot prick in and out
of the slippery soft 'O' I was making with my lips. I was getting a
lot better at sucking cocks, I thought, but it was still only my third
one and every now and then Greg would push just a little too deep and I
would gag a little. But it wasn't bad and I was enjoying it a lot. I
thought about trying to take him in my throat, the way Coach had done
with me, but I was still sore and it hurt when I swallowed a little, so
I didn't.

Greg fucked my mouth for a good ten minutes I think, giving little
moans and groans and sighs of pleasure.  His hands were on my head
sometimes, touching me, stroking me and I liked it. He even reached
back at one point, pressing his hand against the crotch of my jeans,
putting a little pressure on my burning pussy, but I closed my legs,
not wanting to be reminded that I had nothing there. I pulled my mouth
off for a moment, telling him...

"No...No...don't touch me. I don't like it..." And he gave me a
funny look, but did as I asked and left my pussy alone. I wished I had
a cock, a big long hard one that he could feel for me, but I didn't.
All I had was that stupid pussy and I tried to forget about it.

"Ahhh...sis...Annie...I'm gonna cum..." Greg was speaking softly,
warning me and I didn't mind. I just sucked him harder, as if I might
be able to draw his sweet sperm out of his balls with my mouth.

"Ahhh...God!" Greg arched his back and I felt it, much like I had
Steve's the night before, a series of rapid pulsing jets of my
brother's sperm shooting into my mouth, flooding it even as I tried
my best to swallow it all down. I pulled him to me, disregarding the
discomfort in my bruised throat and his cock slid all the way inside,
catching me mid-swallow. That really seemed to push him over the edge
and Greg held my head tight as his balls jumped, unloading his semen
into my waiting tummy.

"Oh Christ! That was good, Ann...God! You did that with Steve?"
He'd pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth and I licked around
my lips, smiling up at him.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Don't tell anybody, okay?"

"I won't, no...I swear, sis! Jesus!" He was smiling like he'd
just won the lottery or something. "That was fantastic! Can we do it
again?"

I laughed at him. "Yeah, sometime, but I need a shower, Greg." I
still hadn't washed up from football practice and my pussy was so wet
I felt like I'd peed myself.

"Oh, yeah...okay." Greg blushed a little bit and got off me slowly.
The fact of what we'd just done was starting to sink in and it was
harder for him, I think, than it was for me. I loved sucking cock. And
I loved my brothers. So...what was wrong with that?

"I'm uh..." Greg was putting his penis away, zipping up his pants
and looking down. "I'm sorry I did that, I mean if..." He looked
up at me and his pretty eyes were full of guilt I think. "Are you
mad, Ann?"

"Mad?" I laughed and sat up. "No! I'm not mad at all! Why?"

"I don't know I just never..."

"Now you did!" I giggled and I put my arms around him, giving him a
tight hug. "I love you. You're my brother." I kissed him and he
responded too, kissing me back even though I still had some sperm in my
mouth. He didn't care and everything was all right again.

Wednesdays. What is it about Wednesdays, I thought to myself as I stood
in the shower, feeling that hot spray relaxing me. Thursdays are weird
too, but Wednesdays...This had been the weirdest day of my life, by
far! I washed myself slowly, feeling my boobs and really wishing
they'd stop growing. If they stopped right then, like they were, just
good handfuls, I figured it would be okay. But if they got bigger, like
B or even C cups...I frowned. It was bad enough having a pretty face.
But having a pretty body would totally ruin what I wanted.

I looked at my pussy too. I even slapped it, just once, but sort of
hard. It was bad, a wicked little hole that I didn't want. The idea
of someone putting a penis inside there was almost...disgusting. I knew
I had to touch it, sometimes, just to feel good. That was where the
buttons were, the nerves and feelings that made me feel really good.
But I didn't like it. I tried to imagine a cock, like Steve's, a
real big one with plum sized balls hanging down between my legs. That
would be so much better! I could live with the rest of my body, but my
cunt...It was a betrayal.

I washed my butt too. Sliding my slippery soapy fingers between the
firm globes of my ass, rubbing across my little anus and I pushed
inside, experimentally. I'd never really done that before, felt
inside it. The feeling was nice and strange and very...erotic to me.
Coach had said I had a beautiful ass, a beautiful boy's ass and he
was going to fuck it. Steve too, he'd promised that he'd put his
huge cock in my butt, just like I was a guy and that was the only hole
I had. My ass and my mouth.

"Fuck my ass!" I whispered, just to feel my lips moving to make the
words. "Fuck me in the ass!" I tried it a couple different ways,
wondering how a boy would say it. A little faggot teenager like me,
begging for it from his friend, from his coach.

I shoved my middle finger inside, sort of wriggling it around and it
felt so nice. I was tight and warm inside and I could feel the muscles
giving way reluctantly. I pushed a little, as if going to the bathroom,
and I felt the pressure and it excited me. I slid my finger in and out
slowly, closing my eyes and leaning up against the cool tiles of the
shower wall. I was barely aware of what I was doing, that I was
masturbating, but not with my pussy, with my ass. I was finger fucking
my own ass, trying to imagine how a cock would feel, how it would hurt
and stretch and push inside me. Steve's cock was so big, even
Coach's was much larger than my finger. I shuddered as I imagined how
much more full I would feel, how very much like a boy finally, getting
ass fucked by a man.

I worked my finger back and forth until I almost thought I could cum,
just from fingering my ass. My nipples were hard again and my pussy was
like a furnace inside, the walls of my vagina humming and begging for
some attention too. My clit was hard and if I touched it, even just
once, I knew I'd orgasm completely.

I'd had maybe 2 and half orgasms in my whole life up to that point.
The first time was accidental and it had come so fast and unexpectedly,
sweeping over my senses like a hurricane, that I'd been frightened by
it. The second time had taken longer and it was different than the
first, deeper, if that makes sense. And the half orgasm...That was
maybe a third kind, that didn't quite destroy me so totally as the
other two, but left me breathless and happy and eager for more. Two and
a half orgasms over a year or so of occasional masturbation...

There was one waiting for me now. Lurking and teasing and taunting me.
I had images of Steve fucking me, of Coach throwing me over his big
desk and raping my ass, calling me boy and fag and queer until I begged
him for his sperm. I licked my lips, imagining I could still taste
Greg, lovely sexy Greg, my closest brother. So innocent I thought, so
afraid he'd made me angry...I wanted them all, right then in that
shower with me. How different they seemed, how similar and wonderful my
first three experiences with men. If only I had a cock, I breathed, and
pulled my finger from my ass slowly, ignoring the desires of my useless
cunt. I finished my shower, washing myself thoroughly and stepped out
to dry myself off.

"Oh!" I just about had a heart attack when I opened the shower
curtain and saw Scott sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. I
hadn't heard him come in or anything. "You scared the crap out of
me!"

"Here." He handed me a towel. Our bathroom is sort of small and
there wasn't a whole lot of room between us as I stood there wet and
naked.

"Thanks." I rubbed my body dry while he watched me. "What are you
doing in here? I thought I locked the door."

"No, you didn't." Scott is different from other people. Maybe
he's just normal or something, and the rest of us are strange, I
don't know.

He's almost 20 and got certified through the vo-tech to fix cars.
He's probably the best mechanic in the family, better even than our
dad, but he doesn't look like a mechanic. Scott looks mostly like me,
which means he looks more like our mom, than he does Daddy. His hair is
light and he's the only one of us who wears it long, meaning it
actually covers his ears and even touches his collar. Scott's eyes
are blue, like mine, and he has the same heart shaped face and small
pert nose. He is pretty, even more than Greg, who is pretty too, but
takes after my dad. Scott is beautiful. People say I'm beautiful, but
I'm a girl so I don't think it means as much.

He was looking at me now, with those blue eyes and I wondered what he
was thinking about. I was close to all of my brothers. Not all of them
were close to each other though, which I never figured out. Henry and
Mark couldn't even be in the same room together for more than 10
minutes without fighting. And Steve and Scott, they never talked, not
even to argue, even though they shared the same room. It was like the
other one didn't exist for them. That was why it was such a big
surprise when Scott said what he did.

"Steve told me about you guys."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "What do you
mean?"

Inside my mind was a jumble of thoughts. Why wasn't Steve here? And
hadn't he promised me that he wouldn't say anything? I tried to
remember what Steve and I had said to each other the night before, I
couldn't remember exactly, but I was pretty sure he'd told me he
wouldn't ever say anything to anyone. And if he did tell someone,
I'd have bet my last dollar that it wouldn't have been Scott!

"He said you gave him a blow-job."

"Why would he tell you that?" I asked, not really prepared to try
and dispute the truth. Nor was I ready to admit it though, either.

"Because, uh..." He looked around, but it was still a small
bathroom. "I do it too."

"Do what?" I stopped moving, frozen as I bent halfway over with my
left foot on the edge of the tub.

"Give him blow-jobs." He said softly. "I'm gay."

"Oh." I had no idea what to say to that. It didn't bother me a
whole lot, obviously, and it even explained some things. I nodded and
thought about it for a minute, then I sat down on the tub, holding the
towel in my lap.

"I always have been, but I couldn't tell anybody." He laughed a
little. "Dad would have kicked my ass and then kicked me out."

"Yeah." That was the truth. "But you told Steve?"

"A long time ago, yeah." He shrugged. "I had to tell someone or I
thought I'd go crazy, you know?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "I do know."

Scott nodded. "Yeah. Steve told me you'd understand and that you
were...sorta..."

"I'm gay too, yeah." I looked at him and said it without trying
to be funny. "I mean, I would be if I wasn't..." I gave a
helpless little shrug and lifted my towel away.

"A girl yeah." Scott gave me a wry smile. "You're lucky,
believe me."

"I don't think so. You don't know what it's like, wanting to be
a guy so bad all the time and every morning when I wake up, you know, I
sort of expect I'll just wake up different. Like I dream about it
sometimes."

"Yeah, but you can do whatever you want to." Scott pointed out.
"You can give a guy a blowjob or something and nobody is going to
beat you up for it."

"I don't know. The guys I like, the kind I think I like, don't
want me though. Like you, does this do anything for you at all?" I
stood up and let my brother look at me, I spread my legs slightly so he
could see my pussy and even reached down to spread my lips just a
little.

"Well, no..." He admitted.

"See? How am I going to get together with a guy who wants a boy, if
I'm not a boy?"

"I don't know." Scott was smiling and it made me smile too, as I
thought about how strange our conversation was getting.

"So why did Steve tell you?" I started drying myself off again.

"He thinks I can help you." Scott waved his hand. "Like I can be
your faerie godmother or something and introduce you to all my gay
friends." He sounded a little sarcastic, or maybe just cynical, but
not gay. Don't go thinking he's a stereotype, with a lisp and weak
wrists. He's not.

"Do you have a lot of gay friends?" I paused and stared at him.

"No." He shook his head. "I knew a couple guys at the vo-tech,
but they're long gone now. Mostly I just go down to Pullman if I want
to find somebody, you know, like a one time thing."

"Pullman?" I gave him a look. "That's like 3 hours away!"

"Yeah." He nodded. "But what am I gonna do? I can't go cruising
for sex around here!"

"Yeah, that's true I guess." I hadn't really thought about it.
"So you and Steve...?"

"Well, I do...Steve just let's me. He's straight but figures
it's okay if some fag wants to suck his dick, as long as he doesn't
have to do anything else."

"That sucks." I frowned a little. "Does he um...you know..."

"Fuck me?" Scott laughed softly. "Nah. He did before, a couple
times when we were still in high school, but I think it made him
nervous...like he might wake up gay or something."

"He said he was going to fuck me today." I looked down a little.
"Like a guy I mean..."

"In your ass?" Scott grinned. "That hurts the first time." He
chuckled. "The first couple times."

"So?" I shrugged.

"So, I'm just telling you. Steve's got a big dick."

"Yeah." I bit my lip. "I like it."

"Me too."

I giggled. "Um, so are you gonna help me?"

"I don't know. We'll see..." he looked at the door. "Get
dressed. We'll talk in my room, okay?"

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I looked at him.

"I..." he lifted his hands. "I don't think I could, really Ann.
I mean it wouldn't..."

"What because you're my brother?"

"No, I don't care about that. Steve fucked me!" He laughed. "I
just don't think I could get...hard. You know?"

"Oh." I looked down and frowned. "Yeah. That might end up being
the story of my life."

"Nah. You worry too much." He got up and opened the door. "Just
get dressed, okay?"

I got dressed quickly. Greg wasn't in the room any more, which was
sort of a relief I suppose. He might have asked me why I took so long
and then he might have gotten me to say something I shouldn't have,
although I couldn't believe Scott was really gay and nobody knew
about it but Steve. I put on some boys briefs and old jeans and a faded
flannel shirt that was old and thin, but really comfortable. I combed
my hair straight back like I do, which basically meant it stuck
straight up, since it was only a couple inches long. And then I went to
the room Scott shared with Steve.

Their room was pretty cool. Probably the coolest one in the house
because they both liked weird stuff. They had an aquarium with all
kinds of fish, lava lights, a bean bag chair, a killer stereo, except
they had to use headphones mostly, and posters on the walls and stuff.
Mostly hot chicks in thongs and rock groups, like Korn and Limp Bizket.
I guess I knew now that the girl pictures weren't Scott's idea, or
maybe it was his way of disguising himself. I knocked and walked in and
Scott was sitting in the bean bag chair playing with his old guitar,
trying to play along with Johnny River's doing a live version of
'Memphis'. He always listened to off the wall music, stuff you'd
never even think of listening to, but when you heard it...Wow! I got on
the bed and just sat there listening and enjoying it totally.

Scott's guitar was something he made himself, although he pretended
he didn't and I don't know why. He called it a 'Gibson
Preacher' like it was some sort of guitar you could just go out and
buy, but I'd watched him and it was like a Frankenstein. It had a
Gibson Les Paul body, with a Fender Telecaster neck, and the pickups
and all the guts were taken from a Gibson SG. I made his pick guard for
him, cutting a really thin slice of stainless into half a heart and I
flanged it, just a little and it was like a mirror after I buffed it.
The whole thing was stripped, the body and the neck, and just stained
and lacquered. I liked to play it, but I wasn't as good as Scott was.

"Here..." He gave it to me and I grinned.

"Hit that Screamer when I get there, okay?" I told him, cause Scott
kept all his pedals up on a little table mostly. I started playing
'Seven Nation Army' real slow at first and Scott was banging on his
thighs for my imaginary drums, and when I got to the part where the
song goes about 3 octaves higher and the guitar takes off, he hit it
and I cranked the volume...It was good!

"You're getting better." Scott told me. But that is an easy song,
really easy, and it always cheers me up. "You wanna learn 'Ring of
Fire'?"

"Huh?" I laughed. "What's that?"

"Johnny Cash. You'll like it." He promised. He went to the closet
and found his old acoustic guitar and started tuning it a little.

And so we just saying there, playing guitar for about half an hour
before I stopped. It was hard on my fingertips because that Telecaster
neck is kind of wide. Kyle had a Ibanez that fit my hand perfect, it
was more like the size of a ping-pong paddle. I could fly on that
thing. Plus it had a whammy bar! Oh yeah...waaaaang! I loved it.

"I want a boyfriend." I told Scott. He was still strumming,
something weird about some guy in El Paso, he'd even sing too,
between talking.

"So do I!" Scott grinned.

"You had one before, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sort of. Remember that guy, Darryl, came by a couple times?"


"Yeah, he was cute. You were doing it with him?" I'd never have
guessed that guy was gay. He'd looked like...well, like a regular
guy.

"Uh-huh." Scott shrugged. "Anyway, if all you want is sex..."
He looked at me rather pointedly, since I was just his little sister.
"Then that's a little different than finding a boyfriend, you
know?"

"Mmmm...okay." I flushed a little, thinking about sex, of course.
"I want sex, I guess. I mean, I've only given 3 blow jobs in my
whole life." I giggled at the look on Scott's face.

"Maybe um, maybe you're too young for this stuff, Ann." Scott
frowned at me. "There's a lot of other stuff in life and..."

"How old were you?" I asked. "The first time, when you really got
interested."

"Uh...About the same I guess, 14 or 15 probably." He admitted a
little reluctantly. "But I'm a guy, its a little dif..."

"I'm a guy too, Scott!" I laughed. "I swear, I am...I'm
just...I just look like a girl, okay?"

"Yeah, so you say." But he didn't look too sure. "Well, if all
you want is sex then uh, well...we go to the highway."

"The highway?" I sat back a little. "Why?"

"Cause that's where the sex is." He looked at his watch. "If we
go now, we can be back before midnight."

"I come back at midnight and Daddy will kill me!"

"Nah. We'll say we're going to Beaverton. Steve will cover for
us, don't worry."

"And we're going to get sex?" I stared at him.

"Yeah." Scott grinned and I think he was a little excited at the
prospect himself. "As long as you don't mind sucking a stranger's
cock."

"I don't mind!" I giggled nervously, feeling my heart thumping at
the thought of sucking a stranger off.

"Uh-huh." Scott laughed at me. "I can't believe I'm doing
this."

"You love me." Got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah. That's my point." He knew what I was going through though.
Him more than anyone else understood this need to discover sex. It was
like a fire and if I didn't feed it, then...it would consume me.
"Steve's gonna kill me." Scott muttered, mostly to himself.

The interstate was about 45 minutes away and then we drove another 20
minutes or so west, towards Seattle. We talked along the way about
different stuff, mostly how hard it was trying to find a guy to be
with. I knew how to tell if a boy liked me, I mean as a girl, but was
it the same for gay guys? I didn't think so, and Scott's
experiences weren't very encouraging either. Maybe it was different
in the cities, like Spokane, or Seattle, or even down by Pullman where
the big college was. Lots of fags down there, I bet! But around
Squinosha and Beaverton and the middle-of-nowhere Washington? If you
were gay you were just passing through, probably in a big hurry!

Or else you went to the Rest Area, a simple wooden building with
bathrooms, vending machines, and a big plastic map that said 'You Are
Here' just in case you didn't know where exactly Middle-of-Nowhere
was. There were some picnic tables, and a place to walk your dog, and a
parking lot for truckers to park and sleep. It was a full service Rest
Area and I wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work, but Scott
clued me.

Along the way I dug through his little CD collection. Scott drove an
old 71 Challenger, like Barry Newman drove into the bulldozers in
Vanishing Point. My Daddy was a muscle car freak, so naturally our
familial opinion was that any car built after 1973 or so really sucked.
Never mind the fact that my oldest brother hadn't even been born
until 1980, he drove Chevy Nova that we'd squeezed a 400 small block
into. That car pretty much hauled ass, but the Challenger wasn't bad,
even with the stock Mopar plant.

"What, no Village People?" I grinned at Scott.

We were flying down route 370 doing about 85 and it was fun and curvy.
Every now and then we'd pass a sign with an arrow pointing left or
right and it would say '25' on it...I didn't know until I took
Driver's Ed that the number meant you were supposed to slow down, my
brothers always sped up it seemed. Or maybe outside just slowed down, I
don't know.

Scott grinned back. "Uh...no, no Village People, sorry. But I got
some Roy Clark in there."

"Who?" I found it and sort of squinted at the guy's face. "He
looks like a pumpkin."

"Yeah." Scott agreed. "Play uh, track number three, you'll like
it."

So, we listened to some red neck pumpkin head singing 'I Never Picked
Cotton' while we rushed through the sunset. It was surreal, which
matched my whole day up to that point perfectly!

On the interstate though, we pulled into the parking lot and it was
about eight o'clock or so, which meant we had a couple hours at
least. "Okay, um...here's how this place works. All the guys who
live around here, in the small towns like Squinosha and Wilverness,
know about the rest area. There are other places too, but this is like
the quick fix, okay? So were not worried about the people just driving
through to Grandma's house."

I giggled at that.

"There's a couple ways to play it. One way is to sort of hang out,
mostly on the other side, because the truckers park over there and
they're usually looking for something. They know about this place
too. So you get a soda and a cigarette and sit on a picnic table
and...hang out."

"What?" I laughed. "Sit on a picnic table drinking a coke and
some guy is going to ask me to have sex?"

"Uh, not right away probably. If a guy is looking to hook up he'll
walk around, stretch, relax, maybe say hi...ask how you're doing,
where you're headed, that kind of thing. How you act, how you say it
with your body, with your eyes...that's more important than the
words, you know? Body language."

"Okay." I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"The other thing is to go in the bathroom, the men's room over
there, and go in the last stall, the one next to the wall." I nodded
as Scott spoke slowly. "There's a glory hole in there and..."

"A what?"

"A glory hole, it's a hole in the wall, well...the partition,
between the stalls. Anyway, you get in the one stall and wait and a guy
comes into the other one and if he's looking for a blowjob, he'll
stick his dick through the hole."

"Really?" That sounded kind of...bizarre.

"Yeah, or he might ask you to stick yours through so he can blow
you."

"But I don't have anything to blow." I sighed.

"Right so, uh...don't worry about it. Someone asks you, just say
no, you don't want one."

I thought about it for a second. "So I'm going in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, that's the best probably, you look like a guy, sort of,
but...like a 12 year old, you know? So if you're sitting outside,
even if somebody thinks you're a guy, he probably won't want
anything to do with you. And if he does, then it'll be in his truck
and then he's gonna know you're a girl and..." Scott made a face.
"We don't need that, right?"

"Right." I agreed.

"Besides, the bathroom is safer."

"Safer?" I giggled. "What, I'm gonna get attacked by a bear or
something?"

"No, stupid." Scott tugged me a little so I looked up at him.
"There's some stuff you gotta worry about, okay. First thing is the
cops. The highway patrol, they stop by when they're driving past.
Just to see if anybody's stranded, or making sure nobody is breaking
into the vending machine or something. But they know fags come here
sometimes too and if they catch us they're probably gonna give us a
lot of shit about it. Especially since your just 14 and a girl."

"So...avoid the cops." I nodded. "What do I do if one comes in
the bathroom?"

"If you're alone in there, just make like you're taking a dump.
If you're sucking somebody's dick, then just cool it. Don't
worry, I'm gonna keep and eye, if I see a cop coming I'll let you
know."

"Okay."

"The other thing is some guys just wanna beat up a fag, okay? You get
two or three guys, probably drunk and pissed and looking for an excuse.
You ask a guy if he wants a blowjob and he ain't queer, he's gonna
be offended." Scott chuckled. "No doubt, so you don't ask first
and you don't have anything to do with a guy if he ain't alone. You
don't go anyplace with the guy, you don't drink his beer, you
don't tell him your name. This is a fucking rest area, okay, not a
social club."

"Okay." I thought he was being sort of negative all of a sudden.
Was this what life was like for a gay guy?

"You're just here to get your rocks off...er...get your jollies,
you know? You wanna suck some dick. If some guy starts getting pissed,
you just run, got it? Run back here to the car, but I'll be close,
like I said. You ain't gonna be alone."

"These uh, guys that beat up fags..." I bit my lip a little. "Are
there a lot of those guys?"

"Nah. But all it takes it one, you know? Lots of assholes in the
world, Ann, so just be cool and everything's okay." He looked at me
and smiled reassuringly. "You uh...Do you swallow?"

I laughed at that, it was so totally unexpected. "I guess, yeah. I
like it." I nodded.

"Well, don't be swallowing, okay? Just suck a little and when they
start cumming just spit it out or jerk the guy on the floor. You
don't know where these guys have been."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna suck their dicks, so what's the
difference?"

He just shrugged. "And don't let anybody fuck you! In the ass or
wherever, just blow jobs!"

"Yeah, alright." I sort of bobbed my head.

And so I was introduced to the joy and wonder of gay glory hole sex! I
was a little nervous walking into the men's room, but not too bad. We
watched it for awhile and didn't see anyone coming or going for a few
minutes, so that was my chance. I really didn't want to bump into
someone going through the door, you know? There was only three or four
cars there anyway, and a couple big semi-trailers on the other side.

Scott went in with me and it was just like he said. There were 4 stalls
lined up against the cinderblock wall and the last one had a smooth
hole in it, not like it was cut really, just punched through and
smoothed out around the edges. It was big enough for a cock, that was
for sure, and just about in the right spot that I could sit on the
toilet and just lean over and forward a little. I grinned when I saw it
and then closed and locked the stall door, giving Scott a little wave.
He looked sort of worried, but I suppose that was only natural for a
big brother. He promised he'd be waiting outside, sitting on the hood
of his car and drinking a soda or something.

It's weird being in a boy's bathroom alone. Real quiet and I
started getting a little nervous, well, I was already nervous! I just
mean more nervous. I heard some people come in, using the urinals and
leaving and it seemed like I was in there a long time before somebody
came in and sort of walked around a little, judging from his footsteps.
Then the door next to mine opened with a little squeak and I felt my
heart pounding! Somebody was next to me and I felt like hiding, for
some stupid reason. But that was good, I think, because I didn't want
the guy to look through the hole and see my face either!

I think he was looking too, although it was hard to tell just from the
shadows moving on the floor. Scott had told me that guys will usually
look through the hole just to see if the other person is playing with
his dick, but I didn't have anything to play with! I was wondering if
I shouldn't do...something...I didn't know what. But then I heard a
husky voice whispering. "Show hard." Was all he said and I wasn't
sure I'd heard him right. Was he asking me to show him my dick?

While I sat there pondering what to do I could hear the sound of the
man undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. I did look then, I
couldn't help it! Just a quick little glance and he did have a hard
dick, sort of big too, but not huge. There was a soft flapping kind of
sound and I guess that was from his hand moving back and forth over his
dick.

"Feels good." The guy breathed. "Want it?" He was asking and I
felt warm and tingly and seriously nervous. I thought my heart was
going to jump right out of my mouth, honestly. My mouth was dry and I
wondered what to do.

"Yeah." I finally managed to say, trying to lower my voice to match
his. I put my hand by the hole and sort of wiggled my fingers for a
second; sincerely wishing my hand was bigger, or at least dirtier. I
thanked God I didn't have girly painted nails anyway.

I was rewarded a moment later though when the large hard penis pushed
through the hole, far enough so he could actually fit his balls through
as well, and they hung there against the sheet rock, heavy and hairy. I
felt incredibly excited by this, mostly because the guy on the other
side had no idea I was really a girl, but also because he was such a
complete stranger. I didn't know what he looked like, if he was
handsome or ugly or anything. It turned me on thinking that I could
even know the guy, or see him on the street and we'd pass, having no
idea that I'd sucked his dick!

I took him in my hand gently at first, marveling again at how hot and
heavy a penis was. I stroked it for a second and then bent down, taking
the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. It was different
than the other cocks I'd had so recently, more...musky, powerful and
slightly acrid. Perhaps he was less clean, I thought, and that bothered
me not at all. I loved the man smell, the taste of him. I enjoyed it
and savored it as I started working my lips up and down the shaft,
slowly working him deeper inside me until his cockhead touched the back
of my throat. I was careful not to let it gag me, or make me cough. For
some silly reason I think that would have embarrassed me.

He wasn't saying anything on the other side, and I was trying to be
as quiet as I could, but it was still noisy, still loud to my ears as
my sucking made wet slurping sounds. I could get about half of him in
my mouth, maybe more than half, without choking and I used my right
hand to massage his cock and my left hand fondled his balls. They were
pretty neat too, warm and soft in that loose sack and I rolled them
between my fingers. I really wished I had balls; I could have played
with those things all day long I think.

Anyway, I guess I was getting better at sucking cock because it
didn't take very long before I heard the guy grunting a little and
pushing against the wall, trying to get more of his swollen cock in my
mouth. He didn't warn me at all either, it was just a sudden flood of
sperm shooting into my mouth and that did make me cough, just a little,
because I wasn't ready for it! But I swallowed it down, as fast as I
could and some of it leaked out around my lips, but not too much I
think. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing until he pulled
himself slowly away. I watched it disappear with some small regret, but
satisfaction too. I used my finger, wiping around my mouth and I sucked
that clean too.

"Thanks." The guy whispered and I heard his pants and belt and then
the door swinging open and he left.

I was probably in there for another 40 minutes before another right
someone came in and I could do it again. I even had a pee, I mean as
long as I was sitting there and everything. The second time was easier,
since I sort of knew what to expect. This guy had undone his pants
quickly and when I took a peek I could see his cock was hard. It was
shorter than the other guy's, but a little fatter I thought and I
whispered to him, asking if he wanted a blow job. A second later I had
his dick in my mouth and it was a lot fatter! But shorter, like I said,
so I could take almost the whole thing and that was pretty good for
both of us.

I was so horny by then too, my pussy was dripping in my pants and I
tried to ignore it. My tummy too was doing little flip-flops and my
boobs, my nipples were so hard they felt cold and almost painful as
they rubbed against my shirt. But I could deal with my tits, everybody
had those, right? I mean guys must feel like that too sometimes. Or
maybe not, I don't know, but even if they didn't it wasn't that
big of a deal. But my pussy...I was going to have to do something about
that. I just didn't know what!

When the guy came I was ready and I swallowed it all. His sperm was a
little thin though, more watery than the last guy and that was weird.
But it tasted good anyway. Not too salty and kind of buttery, at least
to my mind. In fact every guy's sperm tastes a little different. I
don't know if it's what they eat or what, but I like it. Think how
boring it would be if everyone was the same all the time!

After that guy left I sat in there for another half hour, but nobody
else came to the stall next to mine. Scott came in finally and knocked
on the door telling me it was time to go. I opened the stall door,
looking at him sort of sheepishly and he shook his head, grinning at
me.

We left the bathroom quickly and got in the car before we talked.

"Well?" He glanced at me in the soft glow of the headlights. "How
was it?"

"It was awesome, dude!" I laughed and I burped a little. I'd been
burping a lot and it tasted like sperm, I guess because I'd swallowed
a lot of air while I was sucking those dicks.

"There's gum in the glove compartment." Scott pointed. "You
need to watch out for sperm breath."

I giggled at that. "Sperm breath?"

"Yeah." He shrugged and laughed to. "You swallowed, huh?"

I nodded. "I couldn't help it."

"Sure." He made a face. "You know uh, you have to...well..." He
wanted to say something, but he didn't know what, or at least how.

"What?" I was popping like three strawberry Bubble Yums in my
mouth.

"Just don't be a slut, okay?"

"A slut?" I stared at him, chewing the big gob of sugar in my
mouth.

"Yeah, you know, sucking every dick you find. Fags can be sluts too
you know, and it isn't good." He looked at me. "Okay?"

"Sure, okay." I rocked my head and grinned.

Like whatever you say, man. A slut! I wasn't going to be a slut! I
just wanted to...explore! I smiled to myself. I wanted to find out what
this sex thing was all about, that's all. I liked it, it didn't
hurt anybody, so how wrong could it be? But I didn't say any of that.

"I mean it, Ann." Scott was still going on about it though. "You
get a reputation and then the whole town's gonna know and then
Dad's gonna know..."

"Yeah." I sounded bored.

"And then we gotta kick some guy's ass or something and..."

"I heard you, Scott! Jeeze! I just wanted to do it a little!" I
looked out the window. "You brought me!"

"Yeah." He shut up after that. But now you see why I said Scott is
kind of weird. He was like my mom sometimes, if I had a mom, I mean.
Part of me suspected he was a little jealous because he'd just sat
there guarding me and didn't get any dick for himself. But I put that
out of my head, feeling guilty, because he was watching out for me. And
maybe I needed that more than I knew.

We got back home before 12:30 and that was a good thing, because I was
seriously tired! Everyone else seemed to be asleep and I waited until
Scott was done, undressing and putting on a pair of boxers, before I
went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I was
halfway done when the door opened and Steve poked his head inside.

"Hphhh..." My mouth was full of toothpaste and I looked at him,
wanting to ask why he'd stood me up, if you wanted to call it that.

"Hi." He smiled. "Scott taking care of you?" He stepped in,
closing the door and locking it behind him.

Pleh! I spit and nodded. "Yeah, I can't believe you told him!" I
whispered.

"Aw, it's okay. Scott is cool." He handed me a plastic bag. "I
was down in Pullman, I got you something."

"What?" I dried my hands quickly and looked inside. I pulled out a
cardboard box, like a doll might come in, and I looked at it.

FLESHTIQUE! SUPER REALISTIC STRAP-ON DILDO!

It said, and I could see it through the clear plastic front of the box.
There was a little sticker that said 'Molded from a plaster cast of
Burt Biggs!' whoever he was. It looked real, that was for sure! About
9 inches long and as big around as Steve's easily. It was even
painted to look real, with veins and everything. There were fake balls
too, big and swollen like they were full of sperm!

I giggled and grinned at Steve and opened the box, pulling the big fake
cock out. I had to undo some twisty tie things, but that didn't take
long. It had a soft plastic base with straps, sort of like my jock
strap, attached to it. It wasn't too hard to figure out, really and
Steve closed the toilet lid and sat down, watching me as I shucked my
boxers and put the dildo on, pulling it snug across my pelvis so the
base almost covered my pussy totally, but not quite. That was okay
though. I had a dick! And balls too, but they were sort of stiff and
they didn't really swing or anything.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror attached to the back of
the door, turning this way and that. It looked cool and funny and weird
and totally like it belonged on my body, I thought, even with my
smallish boobs. I rubbed it a little, pretending I could feel it, and I
jerked off, grinning at myself like an idiot in the mirror!

"I got something else too." Steve said, before I could even thank
him for my present. He reached into the bag, bending over since I'd
pretty much just dropped it, and pulled out a tube of something called
'Asstro Super-Lube!'

"What's that for?" I looked at it. "Natural oil-free,
water-based lubricant." I read the label.

"Bend over and I'll show you." Steve grinned and kissed me softly
and then harder as I responded eagerly. He was going to keep his
promise after all!

We kissed and while I sucked Steve's tongue I worked my hands on the
soft flannel sleep pants he was wearing. He didn't have any underwear
on and as soon as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them
down his big hard cock sprang up like long hot jack in the box,
pressing against my tummy.

"Put some of that stuff on my dick, Ann." Steve whispered and I
nodded, opening the tube and squeezing some out. It didn't look like
much, but it was pretty damn slippery!

I rubbed it all over Steve's cock and it seemed to swell even more as
I squeezed and pushed and pulled at him, my slippery fingers moving
easily back and forth.

"Is that enough?" I breathed and Steve thought it was.

"Turn around, and bend over a little." He told me, spinning me with
his hands so I could grab the edges of the sink. I felt his fingers
rubbing between my ass cheeks and it tickled a little, making me
wriggle my little butt. Steve rubbed some of that lube around my anus
and then pushed a finger inside me. It didn't hurt, but it felt
different, bigger than my fingers had been, that was for sure.

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Just...go slow, okay?" I was so
excited I could barely stand! My lungs labored to get air into my body
and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest, rushing hot blood through
me so that it seemed like the house was on fire or something. I stared
down at my new cock, swaying wickedly between my smooth creamy thighs,
so out of place and still so perfect, I thought. I wish I could have
fucked somebody with it right then. But I was the one who was going to
get fucked! And that thought was making me dizzy!

"I will, sis..." Steve whispered and then I felt his cockhead,
rubbing between the firm round globes of my 14 year old butt. He put it
right to my tiny asshole, digging into my body with the fingers of his
left hand, spreading my ass so he could see where he was going with
that beautiful cock of his. I had my eyes closed and my body was tense,
even though I was trying like crazy to relax. I just couldn't though,
I was almost standing on my tip-toes in anticipation!

"Relax...relax..." Steve was telling me and then I felt it! He was
pushing slowly, gently and trying to force that big smooth lubed head
inside my way too small butt hole! "Shhhh..." I was barely aware
that I'd made a soft groan as I felt my virgin ass being split open,
slowly but surely. "Just get it inside, sis..." Steve breathed and
then...

*POP*

Just like that I suddenly felt my little girl butt ring open, stretch
and then snap tight around the rim of Stave's fat prick! He was in
me, just the head and it didn't hurt at all, it was just a little
uncomfortable I thought, but not in a bad way either! I liked it!

"Here it comes, Ann...." Steve ran a hand along my spine, soothing
me before he grabbed my hips tightly with both hands. "Time for your
first ass fuck!" He whispered urgently.

I tried to be quiet! I really did, but Steve pushed inside me so
quickly and so hard it just seemed like he tore right though my body
all the way into my tummy! I groaned loudly, maybe even gave a short
little scream, because it did hurt! It hurt a lot that first time, like
it was burning me, my muscles forced to stretch around that huge dick
in my virgin ass! I was sure that he'd ripped something inside me and
my body instinctively tried to get away, but Steve held me tight!

"Shhhh....almost there, sis...you're okay...okay...just relax
now..."

And it was okay really. I mean the initial pain, like being stabbed
with an especially hot and blunt knife in my guts, went away after a
minute, maybe even less. Then it was more like an ache, really, a deep
hard cramp that just wouldn't go away. I realized I was holding my
breath and I let it out slowly and that helped a lot too. As soon as I
started breathing again everything got better right away. Steve pushed
again and there was another lance of pain, but not so bad, not like
before and then he was in. All the way in! It happened really quickly,
I couldn't believe it. I reached down, under my new fake cock,
between my legs and felt the little bit of his shaft that wasn't in
my ass and below that his big heavy balls.

"That's it?" I gasped. I stood very still, bent over with my back
arched a little, my butt sticking out, just feeling Steve with my
fingers.

"It's all the way in." Steve whispered. "You're so tight,
sis! God! Just...don't move for a minute, get used to it..."

I think Steve wanted to get used to it too! I could feel my muscles
squeezing, but I couldn't decide if they were trying to pull him
deeper, or push him out! My body was totally confused by the sensation
of having my brother's big cock buried to the hilt in my tiny rectum!
I moved a little though, I just couldn't help it. I could feel his
prick through the thin walls separating it from my pussy and it felt
good! The molded base of that dildo rubbing my clit felt good too and I
used one hand to grab my cock, sliding my fingers around it, wiggling
and jerking it like it was real and every little vibration of movement
fed directly to my clit!

"Ohhh Christ, Ann...your ass is so good, sis!" Steve leaned over,
kissing my neck and I turned my head so we could really kiss. And while
we did we were both moving, just a little, working his cock back and
forth in little circles. Not so much in and out, just pressing all
around on the inside of my ass. It was the best experience of my life,
the best experience I'd had in a wonderfully strange day full of
them!

"Fuck me!" I moaned, wanting to feel it finally. I wanted to know
how Steve's large penis would feel sawing in and out of my ass,
sliding out slowly and thrusting back in deep. "Do it...Steve...oh
please...!" I was practically begging for it!

Steve obliged me too, taking my by the hips again and then moving his
cock, gently at first, in and out of my ass. I felt pain and
discomfort, of course, my body protesting this intense invasion of my
most private place, but I didn't care at all. It just felt too good!
There were so many good things that the bad stuff just washed away. I
held onto the sink, pushing back when I felt Steve pushing in, and
pretty soon he was moving faster, his cock moving easily in and out of
me. I was breathless and moaning and biting my lips, trying to stifle
the sounds his great prick was bringing from deep inside me.

Every now and then I could feel Steve's heavy low-hanging balls
slapping against my pussy as he fucked my ass. And my own cock, fake
though it was, felt so good! It was bobbing and swaying and putting
delicious pressure on my clit and I felt the quivering in my tummy
moving down, through my sex and around the my thighs. My knees felt
weak and I thought I'd collapse, but my brother's strong hands held
me steady, and he fucked me even harder, sensing the rapture flooding
my senses. I started cumming and it was like the end of time, my brain
just shut down and everything for me was physical. I shuddered and
cried out so loudly that Steve had to put his hand over my mouth,
whispering for me to be quiet!

But I couldn't, it was an impossible thing, stifling that most
wonderful orgasm of my young life. Everything that came before, the
orgasms that I thought I'd had, were nothing, they were forgotten in
the excitement that now totally possessed me! I never, ever wanted that
feeling to end and I was still cumming, thrusting my ass back against
Steve's cock in urgent, awkward movements when he pulled me hard to
him, his mouth finding mine and his tongue thrusting into my mouth as
his cock suddenly erupted deep in my ass. I sucked his tongue hard,
mewling like a kitten beneath the feverish ecstasy of both of us
cumming together like that. Waves of heat rolled through me and I could
feel the spreading fiery warmth of Steve's sperm in my bowels. He
held me like that, kissing me and keeping me on my feet until our
moments finally slowly passed.

"Oh sweet Jesus..." Steve was smiling big and he kissed me, over
and over. "God that was so good...so fucking good Annie!" He kept
saying it over and over, his words ragged and hoarse.

All I could do was nod in agreement, feeling my muscles still squeezing
against him, feeling the weird squishy sensation of my brother's
sperm deep in my ass. I couldn't speak, it was hard enough just
breathing, and my heart just refused to slow down...But it finally did
and slowly, reluctantly, Steve pulled his cock from ass, so that I was
left with a strangely uncomfortable emptiness.

"We have to do that a lot!" I finally managed, turning around so I
could kiss him some more.

"Yeah." Steve was still smiling, nodding and wiping some sweat off
his forehead.

I reached down and felt his cock, slippery and hot and still
half-erect. I knelt down without saying anything and took him in my
mouth.

"Ann, you don't have to..."

He started to protest, maybe finding it nasty or something, that I'd
take his cock in my mouth after he'd cum in my ass, but I didn't
care. I thought it was beautiful and I wanted to show him. I just
cleaned him, sucking and licking and kissing. It did taste a little
different than it had before, but maybe that was the Super-Lube stuff,
although the tube had said it was tasteless and odorless. I didn't
care anyway though. I cleaned Steve thoroughly until I reached the
point where If I kept sucking I was going to end up giving him a blow
job and I think we both wanted to sleep.

I stood up and Steve kissed my cheek, and then even my mouth and that
was the best, and then he took the plastic bag and the box and left. I
reached back to feel my ass and I used some toilet paper to wipe
myself. There was a little bit of blood, and that scared me, but it was
just a tiny bit. There was sperm leaking out of me, but that felt sort
of nice, in a weird way. I just wadded up some toilet paper and kind of
plugged my butt hole, trying to keep it inside me. I put my boxers on
and found I could loosen one of the straps and push my new dick down,
through one of the legs in my shorts. The head stuck out, and it looked
funny, but I didn't care. I was going to sleep like that, with my new
big dick between my legs!

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End of chapter two

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