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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 the first seven chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Eight


I knew I'd made a mistake. As soon as I opened my eyes Wednesday
morning, I knew it. I felt sick to my stomach and I didn't want to
get out of bed at all. I could hear Henry and Greg snoring softly.
I'd set my alarm for five, but it wasn't even that late yet. I
still had 10 minutes to go before the buzzer went off. I spent it
wondering what I'd done the night before.

No, I knew exactly what I'd done. I just didn't know why.

It was guilt, I suppose, at least part of it. Kyle was one of my best
friends and I'd had sex with him. That wasn't right. I figured this
was probably the way I should have felt after having sex with my
brothers, but it wasn't. I hadn't felt anything at all, except mad
at Henry of course, but that was different and had nothing to do with
giving him a blowjob. So why did I feel like this about Kyle?

He wasn't my friend anymore, a little voice told me. He wasn't my
best friend, he was my boyfriend. I was sucking my top lip and hugging
my pillow, curled up around it like a baby. I'd ruined it, I thought.
I'd ruined everything just for sex. I'd wanted it, I knew that, but
that didn't make it right. Kyle had wanted it too, even more than me
maybe, but I couldn't blame him; he was a boy, and...

What? I was a boy too, I had to remind myself and that frightened me as
much as anything else. What was I thinking? That Kyle was a boy and he
was supposed to want sex, but I was a girl? Where had that come from? I
was a boy, I woke up every morning and never doubted it, at least not
way down inside. My body wasn't like other boys' bodies, but in my
heart, my head, maybe even in my soul...I was a boy! But that hadn't
been what I was thinking, and that made my eyes fill with tears.

I wasn't crying, not really. I just... Why did I have sex with Kyle?
I'd felt bad because my friends had wanted to touch me and kiss me
and I'd gotten mad at them for it. And then I'd met a girl and had
sex with her, maybe just to prove I really was a guy? Did that make
sense? I wasn't sure, it seemed like a long time ago and I couldn't
remember what I'd been thinking, or how I'd ended up in Sandy's
bed. It had just happened.

I clutched my pillow and kept my eyes shut, ignoring the wetness on my
cheeks and the hollow ache in my guts, like a cramp that was killing
me. Did I have sex with Kyle just to prove I wasn't a lesbian? Had I
lost one of my best friends for that? I was going to lose the rest of
them too. One at a time, Matt and then Lance, and finally John.
They'd want their turns and if I said yes or no it wouldn't make
any difference, I'd ruined everything.

Bzzzzzzzzzz...

My alarm was going off and reached over, fumbling for the off button.
It wasn't going to wake up my brothers, they could sleep through a
tornado. I wiped at my nose, it had started running a little and my
pillow was damp. But I didn't want to get up. I just moved my head a
bit, finding a dry spot and laid there, feeling sorry for myself. Why
did I, out of every single person I knew, why did I have to worry about
this stuff? It wasn't fair. People had told me that they'd gone
through the same things, my dad, most of my brothers, Matt's parents,
even some of my teachers. Especially when I'd gotten my first period,
they'd told me it was okay. That it was normal to be scared and a
little worried. But they didn't know. None of them did. I was alone
and I knew it and it wasn't fair at all.

Coach was waiting for me, or he soon would be. And then Matt and Lance
and John, they'd be waiting for me too. I thought about the day to
come and I didn't want any of it. I wasn't going to get up ever
again, I thought. I was going to stay in bed forever. I felt like a
little kid again and that made it worse somehow.

What was Matt thinking, I wondered, just to get my thoughts away from
me? What did he think about last night? Would he still like me now that
we'd done it? Maybe he'd think that we'd do it all the time,
whenever he wanted, like I wouldn't ever say no. Was that possible?
How could he like me after I'd let him do it? After I'd let him
fuck me? Would he tell anyone? He'd tell Matt and Lance and John, I
was sure. But what about his other friends? And even if he didn't
tell anyone that he'd fucked me, how would I know? I'd never
worried about it before. Everyone else I'd had sex with would have to
keep it a secret. But not Kyle. He was my boyfriend and every guy I
knew who had fucked his girlfriend had told the whole world about it
the next day.

Kyle would tell, I decided. He'd laugh and tell everyone at the high
school how we'd done it in the back of his car. He'd want his new
respect as a man and I wouldn't get any, cause I was the girl. That
was what was bothering me now. Respect. How could a boy respect a girl
after he fucked her on the first date? He couldn't, because as soon
as he told his buddies about it she was a slut. Ask her out once and
she'll let you fuck her. She'll even suck your dick and let you cum
in her mouth. She's a slut.

How could I ever get out of bed now? People would look at me and
whisper and laugh. I wouldn't be a guy anymore, not even a make
believe one. Heck, some people would be happy because I wouldn't be a
lesbian anymore. How could she be queer if she let a guy fuck her on
the first date? That's what people would wonder. And after Matt and
Lance and John fucked me, because they would, then I'd be the biggest
slut in town.

I wasn't being fair to Kyle, I knew that somewhere inside me, but I
couldn't fight my doubts and fears. I didn't know where they'd
come from or why, all I knew was that I had them, and it was like
panic. I couldn't stay in bed. I had to do something about this. I
had to stop it, right now, that instant.

I went downstairs, wearing the boxers and t-shirt I'd slept in, and
flipping on lights as I went, since it was still a little dark. I got
to the kitchen and picked up the phone, calling Kyle. He had his own
phone anyway, so it wasn't like his parents were going to answer. I
dialed and waited until he picked it up on the fourth ring.

"...ello." His voice was sleepy, as it would be I guess. But I was
wide awake.

"Kyle?" I spoke quietly and my voice was trembling a little, in
fact my whole body was shaking. "You can't tell anyone. You have to
promise me, okay? You gotta swear you won't say anything to anybody
about what we did. Okay? Kyle?"

"Huh?" He was confused and probably rubbing his eyes and looking at
his clock and not really hearing me.

"I said you can't tell anybody!" I hissed, and looked around the
kitchen nervously. I had to fight to calm my breathing or I was going
to hyperventilate.

"Ann? What's wrong? Tell them what?" He was a little more awake
at least, maybe a lot more. He might have thought my house was on fire
the way I was talking.

"Anybody!" I said. "You can't tell, okay?"

"About last night?" Kyle seemed to take a deep breath, or maybe he
was yawning, I don't know. "I'm not gonna say anything. I
promise, Annie. Why would I say anything?"

"Cause..." I didn't know why. "...you're a guy, I don't
know. You're gonna tell your friends what we did...you're gonna
tell everybody..." He was protesting, saying he wouldn't and I
forced myself to take slow deep breaths. "I just don't want you to
say anything...Don't tell..." I spoke slow and soft finally, not so
much because I was settling down, but more like I was just running out
of steam. I felt so tired.

"I promise." Kyle said slowly. "I'm not going to tell anyone
anything."

"Okay." I swallowed and nodded to myself. "Okay...yeah..."

"Ann? What's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"I um...I had a bad dream." I sat down in one of the kitchen
chairs, laying my head down on my arm and pressing the phone to my ear.
"Kyle?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still like me?" I was going to cry, I could feel it coming.

"Yeah." Kyle said gently, like he knew I was already hurting.
"I'll always like you..." He might have wanted to say more but I
was feeling bad and I didn't want him to hear me crying.

"Okay." I whispered. "Bye."

And I didn't get up, I just pushed the phone to my stomach and let it
come. I was rocking my body back and forth, not understanding why it
was like this. I hurt so bad inside and there was no reason for it. I
was sobbing loudly, unable to help myself and it seemed that my whole
life was just exploding out of me.  Time passed, I knew, but I had no
concept of it anymore. Someone was wrapping me up in his arms, standing
behind me, hugging me and I just collapsed there at the table, dropping
the phone with a plastic clatter and gripping those strong arms.

It was my Daddy, and he held me like he'd been waiting his whole life
to do it. He didn't say anything, he just waited until I was through
finally. Until my body stopped shaking and I was sniffing  at the snot
in my nose and swallowing thickly the runny gunk in the back of my
mouth. Then he helped me up slowly, walking me out of the kitchen. I
became aware of my brothers, a few of them anyway, standing around and
someone was picking up the phone and hanging it up. But I was afraid
and embarrassed and I didn't want to look up.

"Let's get you back into bed." Daddy was saying and I let him
guide me to my room. Greg was gone, downstairs I guessed, but Henry was
there, still sleeping and without a word Daddy led me to his room.
"Lie down in here."

I hadn't slept in my dad's bed since I was very small. I'd always
shared a room and when I'd gotten frightened or lonely I'd crawled
into bed with one of my brothers usually. Daddy's room was foreign to
me, but it was a warm place too. A safe place and I slipped into his
bed gratefully, looking up at him finally as he pulled the covers
around me, fussing just a little and trying to reassure me with a
smile. He didn't say anything though, he just sat there for awhile
and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them the sun was up and I realized that I'd been
sleeping. I felt better, a lot better, and I stretched a little.

"Good morning." Steve was sitting in an old armchair that looked
like it belonged in a fancy dining room someplace, except it was old.
"How are you feeling?"

"Better." I replied. "Where's Daddy?"

"Downstairs." Steve was smiling, just a little and moved to sit on
the edge of the bed, reaching over to feel my head and cheek. His hand
was soft and cool. "You got a little fever, I think. Are you
hungry?"

I thought about it for a second and decided I wasn't. "No." I
licked my lips and started to get up. "I'm thirsty though."

"Just stay there, I'll get you some juice." Steve gave me a
gently push back into the bed.

"I need the bathroom too." I smiled weakly.

"Oh." Steve chuckled softly. "Well, get up then. But get back in
bed afterwards or you'll get me in trouble." Steve got up and moved
towards the door. "I'll get your juice."

"Okay." I went to the bathroom and peed and washed my face, looking
at myself in the mirror. My eyes were a little swollen, I thought, a
little red. I'd had a pretty good cry downstairs and it wasn't that
late, I'd only slept an hour maybe.

I could hear my brothers downstairs yelling at each other to hurry up,
or to grab a book or something else they'd forgotten. Mark and David
would be riding together in Mark's car, Greg catching a ride with
Henry. Scott was already gone, probably, and Steve had classes in the
afternoon. I could have still made it to school probably, but it
didn't seem like Daddy had any intention of making me go. And I
really didn't feel that great anyway, I did have a little fever, but
I didn't know if I was really sick, or if that was just from all the
worrying I'd done.

I climbed back into Daddy's bed, deciding I sort of liked it more
than my own for the time being, and wondered vaguely what my dad was
thinking. I might have worried about it a little, but I reckon most of
me was all worried out for awhile. I didn't want to think about
anything. I just wanted to lie there, and be babied a little. I smiled
when Steve walked in carrying a big glass of orange juice.

"You want to talk?" Steve asked me, standing there as I took a
couple swallows and set the glass down on Daddy's nightstand.

I shook my head. "No."

"Okay." Steve gave a little nod at that. "You gotta stay in bed
for awhile, okay? I'll, uh...I'm gonna go study a little." He
wasn't sure if he wanted to leave me or not and I understood he was a
little worried. It wasn't every day that his little sister had a
breakdown in the kitchen.

"You can study in here." I told him. "If you want." It was kind
of nice just having him there.

"Sure." He smiled. "I'll be right back."

Steve was studying drafting and engineering and while I always thought
it was just drawing stuff with fancy rulers and pencils that looked
like pens, I was learning that there was a lot more to it. Steve was
sitting next to me on the bed, since it was a big old king sized one
that about 4 people could sleep on at once. He had his text books and
notebooks out and he was trying to explain the math, which it seemed
was pretty important, but it was way over my head.

It was fun though, just being with him and sharing something of his
life. It was a good feeling and so far removed from all my earlier
worries that I'd forgotten them almost completely. I'd had some
kind of panic attack, that was all, I told myself. I'd probably
caught a little cold too, getting all hot and humid in the back of
Kyle's car and then cooling off in the cold night air afterwards. And
maybe I'd had a bad dream, I couldn't remember them usually, and I
might have dreamt something and woken up and felt all that stuff
ganging up on me in the dark. It was a good explanation, I thought, and
just having some logical reason made me feel better.

I guess Steve and I must have both been enjoying ourselves because we
were both surprised when there was a knock on the bedroom door and
Nancy Ryan opened it slowly. Usually you can hear a car pulling into
the drive, the gravel crunching under the tires and stuff, but I
hadn't heard Nancy's, or the doorbell if she'd used it.

She was in her early fifties and married to George Ryan, and they were
both doctors. Their oldest girl, Linda was a couple years older than
Steve, and she was a veterinarian, so I guess that made her a doctor
too. Anyway, they were the only doctors in the county and had a little
clinic at the house, but being a small town they didn't mind making
house calls.

"Hi." Nancy was smiling and carrying her little black bag, which
was actually more of a caramel color. "How are we doing today,
Ann?"

I glanced at Steve and he was getting all his stuff together, making
room for the doctor. "I feel okay." I told her.

"I'll be downstairs, Annie." Steve told me, giving my hand a
little squeeze before he left. "Ma'am." He nodded to the woman as
he slipped past her.

"Thanks Steve." Nancy smiled at him and then put her bag on the bed
where Steve had been sitting, opening it up. "What happened this
morning, Ann?"

The doctor took my temperature, checked my blood pressure, and listened
to my lungs, having me sit up and removing my t-shirt to make it
easier. All the while she would listen mostly as I tried to explain how
I'd woken up feeling sort of sick with worry mostly, not really
physically at all. Nancy listened while I told her about my date with
Kyle, but I didn't tell her everything of course, just that we'd
kissed and made out a little in his car. It was sort of embarrassing,
but she was nice and gentle as always, so I found myself talking
easily, even smiling a little.

Nancy asked me what I'd had to eat and drink, if I'd been having a
hard time with my dad or my brothers, or anybody at school. She knew I
was on the football team, everyone did, and she asked about that. I
told her everything was fine, I was getting along good with everybody,
but it was hard to tell if she believed me or not. And besides,
something had been bothering me, that was for sure. So we talked about
Kyle more and how it had been my our first date and that he was one of
my best friends. Nancy seemed to understand, or so I hoped, that I'd
been worried that I'd made a mistake going out with him.

"Can you take off your shorts for me, Ann." It wasn't a question
and I wondered if I'd heard the woman right.

"My boxers?" I looked at her and felt a little embarrassed.

"Yes dear." She smiled to reassure me, but it was just a little
one. She was putting on a rubber glove too.

Why is it everyone always does what a doctor says? If she'd asked me
to hop up and down on one leg while rubbing my tummy and patting my
head, I probably woulda done it. You probably would too.

I lifted my butt and pulled my underwear down, feeling my body growing
warm. Being naked was one thing, and I've never worried a whole lot
about it, but shucking your drawers so a person could really take a
good hard look...It was a little bit different.

"We're just going to take a little look see down here and make sure
everything's okay." Doctor Ryan was saying. "Have you ever
visited a gynecologist, Ann?"

"Uh, no." I blinked at her. "I don't think so."

"Bend your knees a little and lie straight back, there you go.
Good." The doctor was touching my pussy. It was the first time I
could remember since that one afternoon with Marilee that someone had
touched me there.

I just stared at the ceiling and mostly tried to breathe normally, but
it was hard to relax. She wasn't hurting me or anything, and it
wasn't like she was making me feel good either. It was just...weird.
Even when she put her fingers inside me, warning me that I was going to
feel some pressure, it frightened me more than anything else. And it
hurt a little too, but not too much.

"Go ahead and relax dear." She was taking off her glove and I could
see it was shiny and I realized she must have put some lube stuff on
the fingers. I wondered what kind she used, but not for long because
that always made me want to smile, and we were being serious.

"Is everything okay?" I asked her, honestly wondering myself by
then.

"Oh yes, everything is fine, dear." She really did smile then.
"You have a little chafing..." I sat up and looked down between my
spread thighs, watching as Nancy traced the outline of my nut cup.
"...just around here..."

"That's from my nut cup." I told her.

"I know." She nodded. "I have some ointment for that. You know,
those things aren't really made for girls. If you go to a good
sporting goods store, there are protective devices made for especially
for girls..."

"But there ain't any stores around here." I said, and besides I
liked my nut cup, even if it did get a little uncomfortable.

"That's the problem, I know." She nodded. "I suppose it's
okay, just use this okay? Not too much, right after your bath." She
was giving me a little tube. "If you need more, come by the house, we
get a lot of free samples." She winked.

"Okay." I looked at it, turning the ointment in my hand.

"Go ahead and get dressed now." She was putting her stuff away and
a minute or two later she was sitting on the bed next to me. "Now, I
know you haven't been having sex. You're hymen is intact and
everything is fine, but you have to take care of yourself, okay?"

I was nodding, thinking maybe it had been a good thing she hadn't
stuck her fingers in my butt.

"You have a boyfriend now and that can change a lot of things. I
think you understand that. It can be very easy to get confused and
sometimes hurt if you're not careful." Nancy was serious, but she
gave me a little smile. "Kyle's a good boy and I'm glad he's
your friend, but even best friends can make mistakes. You can trust
him, but you have to trust yourself even more, okay? You're much too
smart and much too pretty to let yourself get hurt."

"Okay." I think I understood what she meant. Nancy didn't want me
getting pregnant, well there wasn't much chance of that, I didn't
figure.

"Okay." She nodded, smiling again. "Now when are you going to let
that beautiful hair grow out?" We talked another five minutes, mostly
about nothing important and then she was reminding me that I could
always talk to her if I needed to, about anything at all. "I've
raised three girls of my own, Ann, so don't be shy. I've heard it
all before, believe me." She gave a little laugh.

I watched as she closed the door behind her, thinking that Nancy Ryan
probably hadn't heard it all before, unless one of her girls was
really a boy.

A little while later Steve came back, relaxing beside me on the bed and
he was asking me about the doctor and what she'd said and done. We
heard Nancy Ryan leaving, maybe cause we were listening for it this
time, and we knew Daddy would be coming up shortly.

"Hey." The door opened and my dad knocked lightly and poked his
head in the bedroom as if it were no longer his. "How are you feelin,
girl?

"Better." I smiled at him to prove it.

Daddy walked over and felt my head the way Steve had done earlier.
"You're a little warm, but not bad." He tousled my hair gently.
"Doctor says you'll survive."

"Good." I giggled a little, enjoying the attention.

"She's tough." Steve agreed. "You get a hold of Jerry?" he
asked, turning to look at our dad.

"Yep. He'll be over this afternoon; he's got some roofing to
finish up this morning over at the Burnett's place." Daddy said.

"Who's that?" I asked them. "Jerry Stiles?"

"Yeah." My dad looked around and decided to sit at the foot of the
bed facing me.

"What's he comin' over for?" Jerry Stiles was a carpenter and a
contractor, and the best one around too. He fixed houses and even built
new ones for people who were tired of living in cities like Seattle.
There were a lot of those people, so I guessed Seattle wasn't all
that great, except to visit maybe.

"We got a leaky roof." Steve told me and I looked at him, but he
was smiling too big, so I knew he was fooling with me.

"I've been thinking for awhile maybe it was time we got the old
pantry fixed up." Daddy rubbed his jaw a little, it was scratchy
cause he hadn't shaved that morning. "Turn it into a proper
bedroom; add a little bathroom too maybe. What do you think?"

"For me?" I almost couldn't believe it. Our house never changed
and while I was pretty sure we had some money, Daddy hardly ever spent
any except for food and parts and tools and such. The idea of building
a new bedroom, and maybe even a bathroom, just for me, was...weird! I
felt like it was Christmas, my birthday, and Halloween all rolled up
into one.

"Yeah for you." Daddy laughed.

I looked at Steve and he just smiled. "But...why?" I asked Daddy,
turning back to him.

"Well, you ain't a little girl no more." Daddy shrugged. "Just
figured maybe you were feeling a little crowded in there with Greg and
Henry."

"I don't mind." I told him, wondering what had brought this on. I
knew everyone had gotten a little scare that morning, and we were gonna
have to talk about it soon, but a new bedroom?

"Is that why they're doin your chores?" Daddy looked at me then
and I knew he knew. Or suspected something anyway and that was the same
thing with Daddy.

I looked down, biting my lip and then remembering how guilty that
looked, I stopped and glanced at Steve. He wasn't looking to sure of
himself either though. I turned back to Daddy. "They lost a bet,
that's all."

"Uh-huh." Daddy tilted his head like he'd heard better bullshit
at an old time revival meeting.

"Henry and Greg had some uh, problems with their camera, Pop."
Steve decided to speak up. "We took care of it." He was looking
Daddy straight in the eye, something I couldn't ever do when we
talked serious.

"And Henry's eyes?" Daddy asked.

"That'd be Mark and Scott." Steve shrugged and dad seemed to
consider all that for a half minute or so. "Admit it, Pops, Henry's
adopted."

"I wish." Daddy shook his head and looked at me. "That what
happened?"

"Yes sir." I nodded quickly, wiping the smile off my face from
Steve's little joke.

"What about this morning?" Daddy asked, his voice becoming gentle
again. "Did that have anything to do with Henry or Greg?"

"No." I shook my head. "I was...I woke up not feeling too good
and I was worried." I wasn't sure if I should have been saying
anything or not, but it felt like I needed to. Like I could pass part
of the weight to Daddy, he was the only one I hadn't talked to,
really, and the one I probably needed the most.

"Worried about what, Annie?" Steve asked me, maybe just to reassure
me that he was still there if I needed him.

"Kyle." I sighed and reached for my juice, taking a swallow. It had
gotten a little warm and too sweet.

"Kyle?" Daddy sat up a little. "Something happen last night?"

"We kissed Daddy." I held the glass in my lap, looking down at it.
"At the movie and later, afterwards in his car." I'd figured
Nancy Ryan might have told him some of this, but maybe she hadn't. Or
else Daddy just didn't like hearing it from me.

"Just kissing?" Daddy looked at me hard and I nodded. "What about
that other boy, that...what's his name?

"Brian." I reminded him. "I don't know." I frowned, keeping
my head down and thinking fast. "That's why I was worried...I
thought, well...I don't want any trouble, that's all."

"So you got two boyfriends." Daddy took a deep breath.

"Who'd you call this morning?" Steve asked me.

"Kyle." I looked at my brother. "I wanted to tell him it was a
mistake. That I was sorry."

"Sounds like you got some figurin' to do, girl." My dad patted my
leg through the bed sheets.

"Yeah." I nodded and took a peek at Daddy. "You're not mad, are
you?"

"What, at Kyle?" Dad shook his head. "I guess not." He paused
and narrowed his eyes. "Just kissing right? He didn't try and..."
His voice trailed off suggestively.

"No!" I made a face, wondering why he was asking me that.

"Kyle's a good kid, Pop, he wouldn't try anything." Steve
offered.

"Yeah, I like him too. Okay." Daddy seemed satisfied for the moment
at least. "No more dates for awhile, understand me?"

"Yes sir." I answered.

"Good. I'm gonna rattle some pots and pans, you come down soon and
we'll have some breakfast." Daddy was getting up and Steve and I
watched him go.

"What really happened last night?" Steve asked me quietly, sliding
a little closer.

"Me and Kyle..." I shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "...we did
it."

"You had sex with Kyle?" I nodded and Steve stared at me. "What,
like regular sex? The Doc said you're still a virgin."

"She told you and Daddy that?" It surprised me, but I guess it
shouldn't have. Daddy had probably been worried I'd been raped or
something, the way I'd acted this morning.

"Yeah." Steve replied. "So how did...?"

"Oh, no...no, he did it in my butt." I said seriously, and then I
giggled just because it had sounded sorta funny, but I wasn't feeling
especially happy.

"Um, okay...And what happened this morning?" Steve wasn't looking
terribly pleased either.

"I was afraid he wasn't going to like me." I replied, the words
coming out a little faster. "I thought I'd ruined everything, you
know? I mean I wasn't going to, and then I did and then it was fine
last night and then this morning...I just thought I made a mistake. I
had to call him. I had to know if...."

"What, if he still respected you?" It sounded like a clich�, but
it was the truth.

"Yeah." I agreed with a little flush of embarrassment. "Stupid,
huh?"

"I dunno." Steve admitted. "Maybe, maybe not...What did he
say?"

"What I wanted him to." I sighed. It kind of felt better telling
Steve, but I was still sure I'd messed up big time going out with
Kyle. And especially having sex with him. "I'm supposed to go out
with the other guys too."

"What other guys?" Steve's soft brown eyes looked into mine.
"You mean Matt and Lance and..."

"John, yeah." I nodded. "And when they find out what me and Kyle
did..."

"Don't tell them." Steve said immediately.

"They're my best friends." I protested. "They're Kyle's
best friends. They're gonna find out."

"Not if nobody tells them." Steve rubbed my shoulder. "I'll
talk to Kyle, okay? He won't..."

"No." I warned Steve. "Don't..."

"I'll just talk to him. He won't tell anyone, okay? He'll
understand, believe me." Steve was trying to convince me, but I knew
how protective my brothers could get.

"He's my best friend, Steve." I grabbed my brother's arm,
squeezing it hard.

"I know, come on, Ann. It's not like I'm gonna break his legs or
anything." Steve was smiling. "I like him, I really do."

"Okay." I agreed reluctantly. "But..."

Steve cut me off. "But nothing, I'll talk to the other guys too."
I was really going to say something then, but Steve wasn't going to
listen. "You scared the hell out us today, Ann. Pops called the
doctor, okay, it's serious now, so don't get all uptight about this
stuff anymore. Let me talk to your friends and you just cool down for
awhile."

I couldn't do anything else but agree with him, or so it seemed.

"And if you really like Kyle, stay with him." Steve smiled. "Have
three best friends and a boyfriend, there's worse things in life."

They weren't gonna be my best friends anymore though, I thought, not
if Kyle was suddenly my one and only boyfriend. How was that going to
work? But I did kinda like the idea. Kyle being my boyfriend
seemed...okay. I felt a little warm inside actually, even a fraction
lighter as I went to my room to put on some clothes. Like I weighed
less, or something.

"Me and Kyle..." I said softly to myself. There were worse things
in life.

We had our breakfast, Daddy, Steve, and me, and talked mostly about
what we were gonna do with the old pantry, which wasn't really a
pantry at all. It had been a day room back in the Depression and it sat
just off the den, which had itself been a parlor once upon a time.
Somebody had used that day room for jarring applesauce though and so it
had been known as the pantry when dad and mom had bought it. We'd all
been calling it the pantry ever since and mostly using it to store the
junk a family with seven kids collects over twenty years or so. That
was a lot of junk and I wasn't sure what we were gonna do with it,
but I figured me and my brothers would be finding out soon enough.

The whole idea of me having my own bedroom was still a little
overwhelming. But that, I realized much later, was my dad's first
step on the road to turning me back into a girl. I'd been his seventh
son for more than ten years and I think he regretted it, just a little.
But he hadn't really meant to change me; he just had no idea how to
raise a daughter. I wasn't so little anymore though, I was pushing 15
and that meant we had to change. The both of us, whether we liked it or
not. Daddy figured his job was to make it as easy as possible, all he
had to do was give me some room to grow.

I guess having a couple new boyfriends hadn't hurt either, although I
could see the worry in Daddy's eyes now that I knew to look for it.
Steve must have been right about me scaring them and I felt bad about
that. Those feelings that had seemed so impossible to deal with in the
early morning darkness were now just distant memories. Like they
couldn't stand the light of day and I was glad of it. I needed to
find some measure of control over my life. Maybe, I started thinking, I
just had to stand up for myself. Wasn't that what the Boz had tried
to tell me? I thought maybe it was, but I just hadn't understood him
right away.

I convinced Daddy to let me go to school that afternoon. If I'd had a
fever it was pretty much gone by the time Steve was leaving for his
classes. He'd give me a ride and Daddy said he'd pick me up after
football practice, which he wasn't too keen on at all. Football
practice I mean. Daddy had never been one to coddle us though, and he
always said a good day outside would cure most anything. Even so, I
ended up promising him I'd take it easy, but I really had no
intention of that and he probably knew it.

"...a 14 year old girl going through some serious physical changes,
which is bound to affect you emotionally. You have to be patient with
yourself, give your body time to grow and..."

That was Miss Haven's advice. She was Coach's new assistant and
also the school nurse, which probably meant she knew a little something
about teenagers in general, and teenage girls in particular...since
she'd been one once. I wasn't going to like calling her Coach Haven
though, no way.

We were in the locker room, the girl's locker room, since I'd
gotten kicked out of the boy's locker room for being a girl. That had
hurt me more than I'd been willing to admit and having Miss Haven
there to baby-sit me wasn't helping none either.

I wondered who Coach's new 'special player' was going to be.

"...and just remember, you can always talk to me if you want to,
okay?" Miss Haven was smiling, standing there all tall and blonde in
her little pink shorts and tight white t-shirt.

The boys called her Miss Heaven usually, and now I was sure they'd be
calling her Coach Heaven in the locker room. I'd heard one of the
teachers, Mr. Bronson talking to my Daddy once at a PTA meeting. He'd
said that the only reason Miss Haven had gotten her degree was that
she'd slept through nursing school, and given my dad a wink and nod
that had made Daddy laugh.

I wasn't so sure though. I mean, everybody assumed she wasn't all
that bright, mostly because she was blonde and sort of pretty. She
looked like Nurse Barbie to me. But she didn't seem like the type to
be sleeping during class. Anyway, I'd already decided that I resented
her being there. I didn't want to like her and in my mind Miss Haven
represented everyone who said I couldn't be a boy. That wasn't
fair, I knew, but neither was my being kicked out the team locker room
because I didn't have a dick.

"Okay, Coach Haven." I nodded. I'd been asking her why I seemed
to be getting mad all the time for no good reason. "Do you know
anything about being gay?" I asked her next, stripping out of my
Levi's and kicking them off my feet.

"Um, well..." That made her face turn a little red, I saw, and I
tried not to smile. "I'm not sure, Ann, why do you ask?"

"Well..." I pulled my boxers down, and stepped out of them, so I
stood there naked from the waist down, folding my underwear neatly.
"I had sex with a girl last weekend, and then my brother's
girlfriend called me and we had phone sex on Monday, and then last
night I met a girl in Beaverton and she gave me her phone number..."
I looked at the woman and she was beet red, staring intently at a spot
on the wall behind me. "Does that mean I'm a lesbian, Coach
Haven?"

She just stood there, not saying anything.

"Coach?" I was putting on my nutcup. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah...oh, um...yes, well...I better go see, uh...and...I'll
be outside..." She was practically running out of that locker room
and after she was gone I did laugh.

Miss Haven didn't show up until practice was half over with and I
wondered where she'd been all that time, but I didn't wonder a
whole lot because I was too busy running out of the I formation. Pete
Knutson was my lead blocker and he did okay, but sometimes he forgot
which hole we were supposed to be going through. I think he had trouble
telling his left hand from his right; he was kind of slow that way.

After practice Miss Haven followed me into the locker room, which I
guess she was supposed to do. She didn't look quite as comfortable as
she had when she'd first walked in, before I'd began asking her
questions. I started getting undressed, stretching my body because
I'd taken quite a few hits and I was sore all over.

"Aren't you gonna get a shower, Coach Haven?" I looked at her.
"The water feels really good." I smiled, untying my pants and
pulling them down my thighs. "It's hot too."

"Well, no, I don't think I need to..." She was looking at me now,
and her face was flushed, although she didn't really seem that
embarrassed anymore.

"Can you help me with these pads, Coach?" I reached under my
jersey, unhooking the straps. "They're easier getting on than they
are getting off."

"Oh, sure..." Miss Haven walked over a little stiffly and gingerly
helped pull my shoulder pads and jersey over my head. She held them for
a moment while I stretched with my arms upward, high over my head.

"Ohhhhh..." I groaned with a tired smile. "That feels better!"
She'd been watching me, of course, but more than that the woman had
been staring at my small breasts as they were pulled flat to my chest,
my dark nipples standing out like hard little erasers. I began to
wonder if she wasn't a lesbian too.

"Oh, here you go." Miss Haven handed me my pads and I had to set
them sideways on the floor of my locker since it was a little smaller
than the ones in the boy's locker room.

I took off my nutcup last, pulling the pretzel shaped straps of my jock
down my legs, and held it up so I could take a little whiff with my
nose. "Whew!" I made a face and shook my head. "Time for a
washing, I think." It smelled like a girl, that was for sure.

I tossed it on the bench, not a foot away from where Miss Haven was
standing, grabbed my soap, shampoo, and a towel and headed for the
showers. "You sure you don't want to take a shower with me, Coach?
You can borrow my soap, if you want to."

"No, I'll just change." She shrugged. "I didn't um, I
didn't get very dirty or anything."

"Okay." I smiled and headed off.

The shower was hot and it felt good, so I took a really, really long
one and by the time I was done Miss Haven had already changed into her
normal working clothes, which was basically a starched white nurse's
uniform. I got dressed quickly, having gotten bored with teasing Miss
Haven already. I'd just wanted to embarrass her and I guessed I'd
done it, maybe even gone too far with what I'd said. It had all been
the truth, but she probably thought I was exaggerating, and that was
okay too.

Part of me wondered a bit why I'd tried to come off so hard as being
queer with the woman. I could have humiliated her in other ways,
couldn't I? It wasn't like I was attracted to her, I told myself. I
glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she waited patiently for
me to dress. She had a nice body, sort of athletic as anyone could tell
when she'd been on the field in her shorts and t-shirt. Her face was
pretty, blue eyes and all, and her boobs weren't too big, but they
must have been really firm, or else she had a serious wonder bra. They
were pert, and so was her butt. That was the word that came to mind, I
decided, pert.

I thought about telling Miss Haven that she should work out. I bet
she'd have looked pretty great if she just pushed herself with some
weight. Steve would have really gone for her too, I bet. Miss Haven was
a little older than Steve, but he liked older women anyway, or so it
seemed to me, and we were only talking 3 or 4 years maybe. That
wasn't much when you were older. But I didn't say anything, I just
stuffed my dirty clothes in my backpack and said goodnight to the
woman, hoping she wouldn't be waiting around for me like that
everyday. I didn't need a chaperone to play football.

The bad thing was that I hadn't gotten a chance to talk with my three
friends that day. Well, that wasn't exactly true, I had chances. But
not many, since I'd missed half the school day and most importantly
my lunch period, when all the really important stuff got talked about.
And then at football I found myself apart from Matt and Lance for most
of it, and when we were together we were too out of breath to do much
more than grin at each other the way boys do. So, with Daddy picking me
up, I couldn't even talk on the long bicycle ride home. But honestly,
that was okay with me because I didn't know what I was gonna say.

"Daddy?" We were sitting in the cab of Daddy's tow truck, which
is the vehicle I liked most of all. We had 5 cars, 2 pickups, 3
motorcycles, a couple go-carts, and even a BabyCat Backhoe, but it was
that old Mack Super I loved the most. It was big enough to haul Idaho
into Wyoming if we wanted to, and it had an old CB radio to talk to the
long haulers with. Sitting up high you could see for miles, it seemed
like, and I loved it.

"Hmmm...?" Daddy drove at a leisurely pace. He always did, I guess
because he was never in a hurry, for some reason. He's the only
person I could ever say that about and I wished more than once that I
knew the secret.

"Do you think I could have a phone in my room?" I'd been debating
asking him all afternoon.

"You reckon you're gonna need one?" Daddy glanced at me in the
fading sunlight. It was just after six, but the sun started going down
early come September in Washington.

"Well, I don't know if I need one." I giggled. "But um,
well...I'd kinda like one."

"So you can call those boyfriends of yours at 5:30 in the mornin' I
suppose." Daddy chuckled so I'd know he was teasing me.

"Yeah, something like that." I teased him back.

"I guess so...Hey...Watch it, I'm drivin over here!" Daddy
grinned and shrugged me off as I gave him a little hug.

"Why don'tcha let me drive?" I suggested and he just gave me a
look, raising his right eyebrow. "I could get a farmer's permit,
you know." I said seriously.

Daddy shook his head. "You ain't a farmer."

"Yeah, but the state don't care. We got about 30 acres we pay aggie
tax on." I'd tried this before, a couple times, but daddy just
wouldn't budge.

"And we lease it out." Daddy laughed at me. "To real farmers. You
get your license when you're 16, same as all your brothers. Hell, a
few months you'll have your learner's permit anyway."

"Whoo-hoo!" I gave a little sarcastic holler. "I'm just trying
to help out, Daddy. If I had my farm permit I could drive myself; just
think, you could be home watchin the Mariners game right now."

"That's my point." Daddy reached over patting my knee. "I'd
miss all this quality time with you!" We both laughed at that.

"Mariners  playing right now?" Daddy asked a minute later.

"They're in Boston Daddy, the game started at four." I shook my
head. My dad always thought the games started at seven o'clock our
time, no matter where they were playing.

"Damn." He sighed, but he didn't go any faster. That was my Daddy
and I loved him.

I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a root beer and doing a little
homework, when I started thinking about the phone number in my wallet.
I'd put it there for safe keeping, although I hardly ever carried my
wallet in my pocket. I had it right then though and I took the napkin
out, looking at it.

"Julie Perry..." I said softly to myself. I wanted to call her,
partly to find out if she knew I was really a girl or not, but mostly
because I'd been thinking about her a lot. I guess I was turning
queer, for girls and for boys, but I was getting tired of fighting it
all the time. I couldn't win, I was realizing slowly, no matter how
good a fight I was putting up. Just about the time I thought everything
was okay, somebody like Sandy comes along and...POW! Knocks me on my
butt. Julie was knocking me on my butt now, just because she was cute
and nice, and kinda mysterious the way she hadn't asked my name.

I folded up the napkin and put it away. I couldn't call her, I
decided. I mean, what would I say?

'Hi, this is Ann, remember me? I was the girl at the arcade the other
night. You gave me your phone number, remember? Uh, hello? Hello?'


Yeah, that's the way it would go, I thought. She'd be confused and
embarrassed and then she'd hang up. Probably move to Seattle or
someplace, Nepal maybe, just to get away from me. It was depressing to
think about and I just sat there for awhile, fiddling with my wallet.

"Hey." Henry walked in and I was glad to see his eyes were a lot
better. Just a little bruising around the left temple and that would be
gone by morning I thought.

"Hi." I gave him a little smile. "What'cha doin?"

"Just getting a drink." He opened the fridge. "Did dad talk to
you?" he asked me, lowering his voice a little. I guessed Daddy had
spoken to him; and Greg too I imagined.

I nodded, but before I could say anything Mark was coming up the stairs
from the basement.

"Hey Annie, I was just thinking about you." He grinned and then he
noticed Henry standing there.

"Hey Mark." Henry said. "You want a soda?"

"Fuck off." Mark ignored him and I sighed, wishing Mark wasn't
like that. But he'd be holding a grudge against Henry for the next 3
years probably. It made me feel bad.

"Sure." Henry muttered and looked away.

"Come on, I got something to show you." Mark jerked his head and I
got up to follow him downstairs.

"What is it?" I asked, but Mark wouldn't tell me. It was his week
to do laundry, my turn was next week but Greg and Henry would be doing
it for me. Nobody liked doing laundry. Our laundry room was in the
basement, which wasn't very big and unfinished for the most part.

Once we were down there, Mark dug into the hamper where I'd tossed my
dirty clothes. "This is yours, I think." He was holding up my jock
strap, without the nutcup, of course, I'd left that in my locker.

"Yeah, so?" I shrugged.

"Look closer...It's got lipstick on it." Mark laughed and turned
it so I could see that the cotton pouch did have some light red colored
stains on it. They even looked like lips, if you used a little
imagination, and that was the part of my jock that would have been
riding close to my pussy, I realized.

"Where did that come from?" I stared at it with wide eyes.

"You tell me, sis," Mark thought it was pretty funny.

"I don't know, I just wore it today at practice and..." I started
thinking about Miss Haven and her lipstick was... "Holy crap!" I
closed my eyes. She had bright red lipstick and I'd left my jock
right there in front of her.

"What?" Mark was watching me, obviously dying to find out how I'd
gotten lipstick on the inside of my jock.

"No, um..." I couldn't say anything. It was too weird. "Just
wash it, okay?" I hurried up the stairs, ignoring Mark's voice
telling me to wait. It was too embarrassing. Miss Haven had been
kissing my jock while I'd been in the shower. I had no doubts about
it, she was the only one who could have done it. And I'd asked her if
she knew anything about being gay! I laughed to myself, but it was full
of irony.

I'd told her everything too, well...not everything exactly, but close
to it. And then what, I wondered? I'd told her that I'd had sex
with a girl, told her about my phone sex with Jane, and meeting Julie
and then...What? Miss Haven had disappeared for awhile. I began to
conjure bizarre images in my head of Miss Haven going into the girl's
bathroom and fingering herself, thinking about what I'd been telling
her and getting off on it. Was that possible? Was that what she'd
been doing?

I was on my bed, thinking about it. Trying to wrap my little brain
around the idea that Miss Haven was probably gay and maybe even had the
hots for me. Or maybe she just liked jock straps. I laughed to myself,
imagining that. Miss Haven sneaking around the locker rooms at night,
sniffing jock straps and rubbing her pussy frantically. It was
ridiculous and terribly funny. The truth was though that she'd
definitely been kissing my jock. Holding it to her nose and touching it
to her lips, perhaps even sticking out her tongue and licking at the
faint flavor of my sweaty sex.

It was a little exciting to think about that and then I knew I needed
my jock back! I ran down the stairs two at a time, through the kitchen
and down into the basement. I was huffing and puffing and staring at
Mark.

"You didn't wash it yet, did you?" I asked him, licking my lips
and sucking air.

Mark laughed at me. "No, ummmm...I thought maybe I'd save it for
last." He was pulling it out of his back pocket, at least he'd
folded it a little.

"Saving it to show David, more like." I frowned at him as my sense
of humiliation returned. I snatched it out of his hand. "I'll wash
it myself."

"Okay." Mark said cheerfully. "Sure you don't want to tell me
who it was?"

I ignored him and went back to my room, my brain feeling way too full
to think straight.

I was doing reverse leg curls, but I wasn't sure how that was gonna
work my girly tits off. I was laying on my tummy on the bench and
pulling my legs up one at a time so my heels practically touched my
butt. Coach was sitting next to me though, and he was touching my butt,
telling me how nice and strong my thighs and glutes were.

"You got a great ass, boy." Coach was saying and I turned my head
just a little. He had a hardon, that was for sure. The head and three
inches were sticking out the right leg of his shorts and he was
dribbling precum on the floor matting.

"You don't think it's kinda..." I paused looking for the right
word. "...girly?"

"Girly?" Coach laughed and squeezed my butt hard with both his
hands. "Hell yeah you got a girly butt. A regular little bubble butt,
but that ain't nothing to be ashamed of. A boy your age should have a
girly butt. A nice hot tight one too..." Coach grabbed my right foot
as I was lifting it. "...That's enough of those, let's see how it
feels."

I was momentarily confused, since I could have told him my butt was
kind of sore. I'd been working on my fifth set of 10 reps and I was
hot and sweaty and my thighs and butt burned a little. I soon
understood Coach's meaning though as I watched him pull of his
shorts, not even bothering with his jock, since it wasn't supporting
him a whole lot anyway. He just pulled it to the side and his big thick
penis bounced up and down.

"Now you just stay like that, boy." Coach was saying as he pulled
my shorts down. I wasn't wearing any underwear and my jock was safely
tucked away in my backpack.

"Yes sir." I breathed and I settled down on the bench, trying to
relax because I knew he was going to fuck me. I was gonna have to
remember to get my lube out of my locker, it just didn't do much good
in there.

Coach wanted to fuck me bad, I knew, but he was old and knew how to be
patient. He let his cock slide between the cheeks of my ass at first,
pulling them apart with his strong fingers and making me gasp. His
penis felt really big as it moved, sliding back and forth and leaving a
trail of wetness that Coach added to with his spit.

"Reach back there and put me in, boy." Coach was telling me.
"Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want your cock, Coach." I was breathing a little harder, feeling
the now familiar flutter of excitement starting in my belly. I'd been
too long waiting for Coach to fuck me.

"Come on, faggot..." Coach slapped my ass hard. "You can do
better than that!"

"Ow!" I gasped and my hand squeezed his cock as I rubbed him back
and forth, working the head against my tiny puckered anus. "Please,
Coach...I need your cock so bad!"

"How bad, faggot?" Coach spanked me again, in the same spot as
before and my skin burned.

"Really bad!" I turned my head to look over my shoulder.

Slap! Coach hit me again. "Don't look boy, a little queer like you
don't need to see what he's doin' does he?"

"N-No sir!" I was lifting my ass now, squirming and feeling his
cock right there, nestled against my little hole, but he was holding me
back, not giving me his dick no matter how hard I tried to pull him
inside me.

"You're a horny little cocktease, ain't you Russet?" Coach
grabbed my ass, already tender from his heavy hand, and squeezed it so
hard I had to bite my lip. The muscles underneath were sore, a lot more
than I'd realized.

"Yes sir." I agreed a moment later, my voice husky and full of
frustration. I was grinding my hips against the bench, trying to get
more pressure on my now aching clit. "I...I'm a horny
cock...tease...Owww!"

Coach was spanking me hard now, a series of slaps from his open palm
across my left right cheek. I'd given up trying to get his penis
inside my ass and I just held it awkwardly with my left hand, my body
twisted somewhat and giving Coach a perfect target.

He spanked me for 5 minutes, I'd bet, until his hand must have been
stinging and red. I knew my ass was red, that was for sure. I could
feel it burning and the warmth was contagious, spreading through my
entire body like a wildfire. My tits were pressed flat to the bench
beneath me, and even though it was padded, the sensation was still
equal parts pleasure and pain.

"How was that, Russet? You like that don't you, getting your ass
spanked like that?"

"Yessss..." I breathed and it was true, I'd enjoyed every second
of it. Another little piece of the Ann Russet jigsaw puzzle that I
couldn't quite fit. What was it about Coach that made me like it so
much when he punished me?

"Now ask me to fuck your faggot ass." Coach had taken his cock away
from me and he rubbed it around my asshole slowly. "Ask me nice,
boy."

"Coach..." I breathed, "...will you please fuck my faggot ass
now?" It sounded like I was begging for it, and maybe I was at that
point. I couldn't be sure of anything, my head was spinning and my
body was on fire.

"You bet, son." Coach said gently, but his voice had an edge of
confidence to it that was unmistakable. He could do anything he wanted
to and I was his slave, face down and taking his cock up my ass like a
good boy should.

Just that would have been enough to push me over; combined with a
sudden jolt of painful pressure as Coach stabbed a good 4 or 5 inches
of his rock hard penis in my resisting ass, I was totally lost. I
wrapped my arms around the bench, hugging myself to it as I lifted my
hips instinctively. My legs curled up behind me, tightening my thighs
and the muscles in my ass, squeezing Coach's cock even harder as he
grabbed my hips and rammed it deeper still. I was cumming, just like
that, after being spanked and teased, all I'd needed was the feel of
his dick splitting me apart.

"Ugh...Goddamn Russet, you're tighter than hell today!" Coach was
pulling me to meet him, his fingers digging into my soft skin and his
pelvis slapping hard against my round firm ass. "Relax
faggot...breathe...let me fuck you now..."

I hadn't even realized I'd been holding my breath. I'd been too
busy cumming, my whole body felt like it was being compressed, being
crushed under a silky soft weight that enveloped me completely. My
chest was tight and every muscle contracted and straining with the
effort of...

"Wha...what..." I croaked softly and then I finally did hitch a
breath into my weak lungs, almost coughing from it. I relaxed my arms
and then the rest of my body followed, the pleasure that followed was
indescribable. Where my first orgasm had been a war with my body, this
one was a tender bath for my senses.

"That's it, boy...Good...Uhhhh-huh...how's that feel...hmmm..."
Coach was grunting behind me and his cock slipped easily back and forth
in my rectum, now liberally greased with his precum.

"Ohhhh..." All I could do was sigh and hump my hips a little, my
attempts to urge Coach on being weak at best. My body was bathed in
sweat as I lay there, my head reeling from the sudden release of
endorphins. I'd found some sort of new high, brought on by my workout
and the rough stimulation of Coach's spankings, and the intensity of
my first orgasm. This was by far the best cum of my young life. It was
like meeting God face to face and he a really, really nice guy.

"You sleeping down there, faggot?" Coach slapped my ass again hard
and slammed his prick into my ass as deep as it would go, but I barely
felt it. There was no pain at all and I felt like giggling.

"N-no...No sir..." I answered finally and I tried to rock my body
against him.

"Good...cause ugh!...I want you to know...ugh...I'm gonna cum..."
Coach was grunting and working his prick in and out of me hard. I had
no idea how long we'd been fucking. My mind was in a fog and it could
have been minutes or hours.

"Uhhh yeah..." I whispered. "Cum in my...uhhh...my ass..."

"I will boy..." Coach chuckled. "Gaagh...damn right I
will...Ugh!..."

When Coach did cum I was just starting to slip from my cloud. He was
working my body hard against the bench, pushing and pulling at my hips,
and I could feel the distant burning in my ass. He'd really had to
force his way inside me at first and I dimly realized that I'd be
feeling it later.

"Here...here it cums, boy...oh...shit, you little fag...take
it...take it!" Coach didn't slow down, even as I felt the soft wet
warmth of his sperm spilling inside my guts, he kept fucking me hard.
"Gonna churn some butter, boy..." Coach breathed. "...churn some
butter in that hot little hole of yours."

I smiled at his words and moaned with the sensations of his cock
working in and out of me almost completely by then. His cum was
spilling out of my ass, oozing around his swollen shaft as he moved,
and I could feel it running to the insides of my thighs. Coach kept it
up for another five minutes at least before his cock had had enough,
slipping out of me semi-hard and coated with the bubbly pungent remains
of our sex.

Coach moved to the head of the bench and presented his cock for my
mouth to clean. I propped myself up on my forearms and let Coach old my
head in his strong hands, working his cock back and forth between my
tightly rounded lips. He didn't go too fast or too deep, he was
content just to let me wash the head and then lick along the shaft and
around his balls until he was satisfied.

"You're a hell of a good fuck, you know that Russet?" Coach
rubbed his fingers through my short blonde hair and I smiled up at him,
licking my lips. "Damn fine piece of ass."

Later that morning I had a chance to talk to Lance, but first I'd
made a stop by the school nurse's office. I hadn't really known
what I was going to do, but I'd been thinking on it hard. When I
passed by Miss Haven's door and saw it was open I took a peek,
feeling my nerves jangling with anticipation. Luckily she wasn't in
there and I took that as a sign that I was doing the right thing.

I pulled my jock strap out of my bag, along with the little note I'd
written, and put them in the top drawer of her desk. That done I felt
even more nervous than I had going in; I definitely didn't want to be
caught coming out of her office! I could have made an excuse going in,
but after leaving my little gift...I swallowed hard and checked the
halls and dashed to my next class, feeling the always welcome
jubilation of getting away with something really big.

I'd just have to wait and see if I really had or not.

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The end of chapter eight
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