Daemon Way

One Winter Afternoon

In the spring the river overflows and water collects in a channel beside it. As the watertable lowers, the water becomes trapped and the channel becomes a slough, ideal for nesting ducks and catching frogs. In the winter it freezes over right to the bottom, ideal for skating. It is a mile out of town, a twenty-minute walk. Every winter we would hike out with homemade wooden plows and while the older boys cleared off the snow, the girls and younger boys would gather dead branches. Almost everyone brought a potato wrapped in tinfoil which we'd dump on the ground and cover with a pyramid of twigs and one of the older boys would start the pyramid on fire and we'd go skate until our feet and fingers were numb with the cold. Gathering at the fire, someone would dig out the potatoes and juggling the hot packages we'd open them and peel off the skins. Someone always brought a container of salt and we'd snarf down the potato, usually burnt on the outside and raw in the middle, stamp out the fire, and head home.

This particular day was the winter after I'd turned fourteen. There were thirteen of us, Emily, a tom girl who was plain looking and flat chested and different from the others and whom I sortta liked, with her two younger sisters, Ashley, a popular girl with boobs every boy in our school had wet dreams about, with her two younger sisters, and seven of us guys, including myself and Ashley's two brothers. It was a sunny afternoon with the temperature twenty degrees below freezing, a typical winter day with no indication it was going to be one of those pivotal days in a guy's life.

There had been a light snowfall the night before but the wind had cleared off a big patch of snow and we guys made quick work of what was left, the boys all showing off their strength for the girls. The guys played three-on-three hockey, and not being athletically inclined, I was the odd man out and left on my own, which suited me fine. I and Emily skated together, Emily showing me some figure skating moves she'd seen on television and the two of us trying to copy them. The group of us played tag, giving the younger ones a head start, and when the boys tired of hockey we formed two teams and played crack-the-whip, the bigger and heavier skaters at one end and the lighter, the girls and younger kids, at the other. We'd hold hands and skate as fast as we could and the heavier skaters would suddenly spin and stop, causing those at the other end to accelerate and 'crack the whip'. We held races, the older boys and Emily showing off how fast they could skate. I was a weak skater and the skates I had were hand-me-downs and fit poorly. I wasn't exactly having a great time, but I was with the guys, sort of, and with Emily.

Finally tiring and the tips of our fingers and toes beginning to numb, we removed our skates and gathered at the fire and Cory and Emily dug out the potatoes and we proceeded to peel them and eat them, generously sprinkling them with salt. We were kids, and this was back in the days when people didn't worry about sodium and blood pressure. On this particular day, Ashley's older brother Brandon had brought two packs of wieners, a rare treat, and we hungrily speared them with twigs and burnt them over the fire. To this day nothing can beat a half-burnt wiener beside a blazing fire on a cold winter day. Ashley started off the first stanza of a dirty song, Bang Away on Lulu, and her brothers and Will added verses they knew. Brandon and his brother Nick and Will and Cory shared a smoke.

"That was great," pronounced Cory with a loud burp, which was appreciated by the younger members of our group. Cory was the second oldest next to Brandon and the school bully. "There any left?" He'd already had two, and the largest potato.

"I think Bobby has one," Tyler called out. Every group has a jokester. Tyler was ours.

"No I don't," I quickly replied. Being more timid and the group's token ninety-eight pound [44 kg] weakling, I was often the butt of Tyler's jokes.

"I think he does," persisted Tyler with a twinkle in his eyes. "I saw him slipping one in his pocket to eat later."

"Hand it over, Bobby," Cory demanded, looking over at me menacingly. He didn't really believe Tyler, but it was a good reason to push me around and amuse the others, Cory's special talent.

"Let's check it out," suggested Brian, at ten being the youngest boy in the group and because of his age often the brunt of teasing also. It was a good opportunity to deflect any of Tyler's joking to me.

The boys didn't need any other incentive and pounced, like kittens after a ball of yarn, toppling me over in the snow. Cory used the opportunity to kick snow in my face. In the summer the pileup would have ended with some tickling, but it's impossible to tickle when you're padded with a heavy parka and two pairs of pants.

"I told you, I don't have a wiener," I protested as I squirmed at the bottom of the pile.

"You hear that, Bobby says he don't have a wiener," said Will. The younger ones laughed, boys and girls.

"Oh yeah? I always figured him for a girl," Cory responded, causing the older boys to laugh.

"Let's check it out," suggested Will. "Brian, pull down his fly."

The pile on top of me made room for Will's brother Brian to squirm in under them. As I felt him fumbling between my legs I fought now with earnest, trying to toss those on top of me off.

"You gotta hold him down better," Brian called out.

The pile shifted. Will held down one arm and Nick held down the other. I lashed out with my feet.

"Damn it, you kicked me you bugger," snarled Cory, rubbing his arm. He sat down on my legs, heavily.

"Well, com'on, Brian, we can't hold him forever," urged Will. "I'm trying. I can't find the opening to the fly of his underwear."

"Open his pants more," suggested someone.

"Pull them down," someone else said. Someone was fumbling with my belt and I felt the buckle loosen.

"He's got hairs!" announced Brian. He had found his way into my fly and his ice cold fingers were searching.

"Yeah, but does he have anything else?" It was one of the girls. One of Ashley's sisters I think.

"Oh yeah. He lied to you Cory," Brian replied.

"Oh yeah? Let's see it. Pull it out." I'm not sure if it was one of the girls or one of the boys who said that.

I was pinned down, unable to move. A blast of cold air struck me between the legs. Will and Nick let go of my arms. I stared up into the grinning, wide-eyed faces leering down at me, the guys checking me out, the girls taking the opportunity to see a guy's thing for the first time, all except Ashley if rumours were right.

"It's so small," one of the girls said. Emily's youngest sister I think.

"That's cuz it's cold," explained one of the guys.

"Not much there for you to eat, Cory," someone giggled.

"We can make it a lot smaller," said someone else.

A handful of snow hit me between the legs and I yelped. The others laughed and a snow fight erupted. More handfuls of snow were dumped between my legs. My nuts felt like ice cubes. Cory got a face full of snow and he leaped up and retaliated. With everyone trying to shove snow down everyone else's neck, I batted the snow out of my fly and pulled my zipper up. I looked for Brian, wanting to give him a face full of snow, wanting to sit on him and stuff the front of his pants with snow. Emily was pelting him with snowballs. Oh God, had she seen my dick? She had to have. Everyone had.

"Hey guys, I think there's a storm coming."

We all stopped and looked to the west. The sky had turned an angry black and a wind had come up. We quickly gathered up our skates and plows, stamped out the dying fire, and headed back to town. It was only a twenty minute walk but in the mountains a storm can move in quickly. By the time we reached the edge of town the wind was gusting, carrying new snow and swirling it around us. Emily's was the first house. Brian and Will's was four houses down. "Com'on in and wait out the storm at our place," offered Will. Brandon predicted the storm was going to get worse and that it was going to be "a bugger." He advised he and his brothers and sisters had better continue on while they could still see the way. The five of them disappeared in the swirling snow. Tyler and Cory began heading to Will's place. I hesitated. My house was only six more houses down the street. If I hurried I could catch up with Brandon and Ashley. "Com'on Bobby, you too," called Will.

I looked down the street a moment and turned to follow the guys. I was frozen, especially my legs and particularly my nuts. Six houses was a long way to go, and Brandon and Ashley were nowhere in sight. And Will had specifically invited me. I was never invited to join him and his friends. That I was being included was not something to pass up.

Will's folks weren't home, and it being a Saturday, he said they were downtown at the beer parlour. Removing our snow-covered parkas, toques and boots, we knocked the snow off our pants. I and Will were wearing snow pants on top of our jeans and we removed them. Will and Cory pulled off their wet socks and the seat of Tyler's pants were soaked so he took them off to dry and paraded around in his briefs. My shorts were soaked and the crotch of my jeans damp but I didn't have Tyler's courage to remove my jeans.

"It sure turned fucking cold fast."

"Yeah. I'm glad you invited us in," Tyler said. "My fingers and toes were about to freeze."

"So were my nuts," said Brian.

"Your nuts? What about Bobby's?"

"That had to have been cold!" observed Tyler. "I bet your prick feels like an icicle."

"Close," I admitted shyly. I wasn't used to this type of friendly banter between guys.

"Hey, I got something that can warm us up," said Will, getting to his feet.

He returned a few minutes later with two partially filled bottles, a whiskey and a gin. Assuring us his parents wouldn't notice if the bottles were missing a few drinks, he got out shot glasses and poured us all a drink, even me. Cory downed his and coughed and snorted for the next ten minutes. The rest of us sipped. I had to fight hard to keep a straight face, and I noticed so did Tyler. Will and his kid brother looked like they were drinking soda. Of course their mother and father were heavy drinkers. So my dad said. So was he.

"That was funny. 'I don't have a wiener'," Tyler laughed, mimicking my voice and the others laughed. I hadn't found it so funny and I still didn't but I laughed. It doesn't hurt so much if you're laughing with someone instead of them laughing at you.

"Well, everyone knows you do now," said Will with a leer. "Even the girls," observed Cory meanly. Everyone knew that. He didn't have to say it.

"You're lucky," observed Tyler.

"He is?" asked Cory, disappointed.

"Sure. They've seen his thing. Now they owe him. All he's gotta do is ask for something in return."

"Like to see theirs. Or to feel up their boobs."

"We should have stuffed snow down Ashley's front."

"Well, she couldn't claim she didn't have tits," said Will.

"Man, I'd love to give them a feel," said Cory.

"Don't we all?"

"I wish I was her baby. I'd suck on them all day and all night," observed Will.

"Oh yeah," we agreed.

"I'd be satisfied just kissing them," said Cory.

"I'd be satisfied kissing anything of hers," observed Tyler.

"Even her ass?" asked Cory.

"If it made her put out, I'd stick my tongue up it."

"You're a sick bastard."

"No, just a horny bastard."

"It was a fun time today."

"Yeah. Too bad the fucking weather had to turn so fucking bad."

"I should phone my folks and let them know I'm safe," said Tyler.

We all did. Will refilled out glasses and took out a pack of smokes, lit one up, and taking a drag, passed it on to Cory, who handed it to Tyler, who gave it to Brian, who handed it to me. My friend Freddy had introduced me to smoking. I inhaled deeply and held the smoke in and then exhaled, trying to make a ring like Freddy but failing. "Hey, he inhales," said Will, impressed. "How long you been smoking?"

"Six months," I lied with a shrug.

"Way to go!"

"Yeah," the others agreed. We were young and invincible, and this was back when everyone smoked, everywhere, and nobody knew shit about cancer. Their approval made me feel warm. Or maybe it was the booze.

"Ashley's sure hot. I never heard a girl sing Bang Away on Lulu like she does."

"You think she does it?"

"I wouldn't be surprised."

"I don't get it with girls. They flirt and tease but make out that what they got between their legs is so special."

"Ain't so special. Strip them and put a bag over their heads and they all look the same." Everyone laughed.

"They all hold out though."

"Most of them anyway."

"Stinking girls. Think they're so great."

"Hey, I got something you guys'll be interested in." Will disappeared, returning a few minutes later with his older brother's Playboy. We gathered around on the floor and looked as he flipped through the magazine, reading the jokes and examining the pictures. Their pussies were airbrushed out but this was before the Internet and real hardcore and we were all young and had no better. Will filled our glasses a third time. When he asked which I wanted, I said gin, hoping it would go down easier than the rye. It did. I knew I should go home, but I was having fun.

"Your wiener thaw out yet?" Will asked.

"It's getting there."

"Bet Miss November would thaw it out fast," observed Tyler.

He was right there. I looked at her again, leaning over and dangling her boobs in front of me, her mouth looking like she wanted to eat me. My dick stirred in my damp briefs.

"I think he's getting hard," Tyler observed.

"Oh yeah?" The others grinned.

"We'd better check," Will suggested.

The reaction was instant. Tyler grabbed one arm, Cory the other, and this time Brian sat on my legs. I lie there helpless as Will undid my belt and pulled down my fly. He and Brian pulled my trousers part way down, followed by my briefs.

"You were right, he does have hairs," Tyler said.

"It's bigger than the first time we saw it."

"We can get it bigger. Here, pretend Miss November pulled your pants down," said Will, holding the centerfold up in front of me.

"Hey, that made it twitch!"

"Oh yeah? Can you get stiff, Bobby?"

"Yeah," I replied, trying to redeem myself.

"Oh yeah? You play with yourself?" That was not what I'd meant to imply.

"Maybe Emily plays with it."

"More likely Freddy." Freddy was the closest of anyone that I could call my best friend. Like me he didn't fit in with the rest, me because I was smart, him because he was dumb. Neither of us had any close friends, except for each other. He was a year older than I but in the same grade. He had learned about jacking off from his older brother, and I had learned from him.

"Have you squirted yet?" If I said yes, they'd know it was from jacking off. They'd never believe it was with a girl.

"He's got hairs. He must be able to."

"There's one way to find out."

Will reached down and slipped his fingers about my penis and began to tug on it. I of course squirmed and protested but he kept tugging. Tyler suggested I imagine it was Miss November tugging on my dick. Will suggested Emily and Cory suggested Ashley. Brian suggested I think of myself and the others all laughed. It was embarrassing and humiliating having them talking as if I wasn't right there in front of them and having Will touching my privates. Freddy had suggested we try each other but I'd chickened out. Now a guy was fiddling with my stuff and I wasn't even having a chance to do the same to him. Will released my cock and it wagged.

"You got him hard!"

"And his dink wants you to continue."

My dink did. So did I. No, I didn't. This was just me getting done, not us doing it together. My stiff dink throbbed and itched as he pulled my skin back, exposing my knob, and then pushed it forward. My first time was five months ago, when I'd turned fourteen. I'd done it once the next month, twice the second, three times the third and four times this month. It felt weird having someone else's hand causing the same feelings only my hand had ever caused.

"You better stop."

"He's getting close."

"Please. No." I began to squirm. Oh God! My peehole was opening and closing. I was breathing hard and trying to buck Brian off. My cock went numb and my right thigh began twitching uncontrollably. "I'm going to do it!" I did. My thin teen cum spurted up in the air like a miniature fountain and fell back down, spattering my thighs and my stomach and my nuts, and Will's fingers. He'd let go, but not soon enough, and not holding it, my dick sprayed all directions. Everyone sat there staring. Will and Tyler laughed. It was a nervous laugh. They were all just as embarrassed as I was. Will looked down at his hand.

"I gotta take a leak," he said.

The others got off me and I slowly sat up, embarrassed as hell, sticky as all fuck. They all looked away, saying nothing. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there, my mind racing but unable to put two thoughts together. Will returned.

"Well, that was something." He looked down at me. "Miss November sure turned you on." Nobody said nothing. "She got me horny as fuck too." He stepped up to me and pulled down his fly. "Since I made you squirt, I guess it's only fair you make me squirt." He was right, though they hadn't given me a choice. But fair was fair, and if they all watched him squirt it wouldn't make having seen me squirt so bad. I got to my knees. He pulled out his dick and I slowly reached up. "Not with your fingers," he said. "With your lips."

As I opened my mouth to tell him he had to be kidding he raised his dick and stepping right up to me he pushed the tip between my lips. I of course started to pull my head back but he grasped it with both hands to stop me and pressed his hips forward, pushing his dick further into my mouth. It was swelling. I began sucking. He was expecting me to, and he had his dick in my mouth already anyway. It tasted salty. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but I felt something on my tongue, a droplet. He had just taken a piss, or said he had. There would still be piss in his tube. The thought caused my dink to twitch.

"Look. The fairy's dick is wagging. He's fucking enjoying it," said Brian.

I wasn't, but it looked that way, and the thought of me kneeling there with a guy's dick swelling between my lips and me sucking out his piss and the other guys all watching me was dirty so course my dick was rising. I was hating it and wanting to gag but my dick was getting hard, and a guy's dick doesn't get hard unless he's liking it, and a guy who likes sucking dick is a fairy. I wanted to stop. I wanted to stand and pull up my fly and get the fuck out of there. But I had a boner, and there was a blizzard outside, and I had already begun to suck, and they'd all seen me. Will's dick was stiff now and he held my head and began pumping his hips, pushing his dick in and pulling it out.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah," he gasped. "Suck harder. That feels so good."

I sucked harder. I knelt there with my pecker stiff and jutting in the air and I sucked on his cock, my cum spattered over my thighs and stomach and my balls. He had made me cum. Well, I'd make him cum. I'd make him squirt right there in front of the rest of the guys. Then we'd see how he felt having everyone watching him cum. We were both breathing heavily. I sucked eagerly on his cock and he pumped it in and out my mouth, trembling and shivering. Knowing how the rim of my dickhead felt when it was rubbed, I had a good idea how good his dickhead was feeling.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah." Will was squirting. He was filling my mouth with his slime. I have no idea what a mouth of raw egg white would be like, but that is what came to my mind. Will panted and gasped and he squirted and squirted until he had filled my mouth, and then he just stood there catching his breath. I swallowed. What else could I do? I couldn't spit it out with his cock still in my mouth. And besides, where would I spit it?

"He's fucking swallowing it."

"Oh maaan!"

Will finally stepped back, a huge smile on his face, his stiff cock jutting up in the air, a pendant of his cum hanging from the tip. His slime stuck to my tongue and my teeth. Spotting my unfinished glass of gin, I grabbed it, slushed it around in my mouth and swallowed it.

"My turn," announced Tyler.

He pushed down his briefs and stepped out of them. He already had a boner. He was a year younger than Will and me and his dick was a bit smaller, a little longer than his middle finger, maybe three-and-a-half inches [8½ cm]. His balls hung low in a loose sack. As Tyler stepped up to me I opened my mouth. Hell, I'd already sucked one guy off. What difference did it make now? They'd just force me anyway. I might as well do it and get it over with. In fact the faster I did it the sooner they'd cum and the sooner it'd be over. I slipped my lips over his cock and clamping them down about his shaft, I began to slip them up and down his cock as I began sucking. I felt dizzy.

"Lookit the fairy! He's fuckin' lovin' it!" Yeah, loving it. Loving being a fairy. Loving having guys shove their cocks in my mouth and squirting their stuff down my throat. That was dumb. They didn't understand. They didn't care. Tyler's cock was throbbing hotly between my lips. He was liking it. Will had liked it. It was the first thing I'd ever done with them that they appreciated. They fucking liked it. They liked me. I inhaled deeply, inhaling the musky fragrance of Tyler's balls. The room spun and I swayed dizzily. I was drunk. Drunk on booze? Or on cum? I could say I couldn't help it. I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight. When my dad drank he couldn't think straight. I sucked, eager to bring Tyler off, eager to drink his slime. He was eager too, and gasping and snorting he shot his load. For a second time my mouth was filling with slimy goo, and for the second time I swallowed. Tyler's slime joined Will's.

"That was fucking awesome," Tyler said, withdrawing his cock. "You'll see, Cory."

"Naw. I don't want him to suck me."

He didn't? Now that was a surprise. Should I be happy? Or disappointed?

"I wanna fuck his faggot ass." I looked up at him dazedly. "You got Vaseline?"

Brian disappeared and returned moments later, jar in hand. Chucking his jeans and boxers, Cory was already erect. At fifteen he was the oldest among us and had the longest dick, five-and-a-half inches [14 cm]. Smearing it with Vaseline, he had me drop to my knees and elbows and kneeling behind me he placed the tip of his dick against my asshole. Grunting and snorting, he pushed forward and I quivered and gasped as I felt his stiff cock enter me.

"He's doing it! He's got it in him!"

"How is it?"

"Fuck he's tight. Even tighter than pussy."

Cory never had pussy in his life but nobody pointed that out. He grasped my hips and began thrusting his dick in and out of my asshole. It was embarrassing and humiliating being taken like that, like a dog in the street. Each time he lunged forward his dickhead sent a bolt up my rectum. It wasn't pain, nor pleasure, just a bolt that made me jerk. He fucked me furiously, one goal in his mind. It was not long before I felt him squirting up my ass.

"Oh man, that was wild! I gotta try that," Will said, downing his drink and stepping toward me.

"What about me?" asked Brian. "When's my turn?"

"You wanna turn? I'll do ya tonight." Everyone laughed. "Get in front and he can suck you while I fuck him."

That appealed to Brian and he quickly pulled down his fly and pulled out his dick and shoved it in my face as Will shoved his cock up my ass.

"Fuck, he's hot and juicy, like a cunt."

"He is a cunt. But that's Cory's juice," Tyler joked and they all laughed.

He was right. It was Cory's juice up my ass, and Will was thrusting his stiff cock in and out of it. That was disgusting and what he was doing demeaning, but it was erotic and my dick wagged with the thought. I was a cunt. I was a girl. It wasn't the first time I'd been called that. When we played baseball they said I threw like a girl, and they all moved in closer when I was at bat, saying a girl could hit further. Even my father said it. When I was helping him tune up his truck he wanted me to do something and I didn't have a clue what the tool was or how to use it. He said I was useless. That I might as well have been a girl. I might just as well of. I was being used as a girl right there in Will's living room. Will had his dick up my ass and I was sucking his kid brother's dick.

They both climaxed. Will barely pulled his out than Tyler was sticking his in. After being fucked by Cory and Will Vaseline wasn't even needed. Cory had gone to the bathroom and wiped his cock off and now knelt in front of me. I slipped my lips down over his cock and began to suck. I'd had his filthy dick up my ass, now I had it in my mouth. What did it matter? Who cared? A girl's only got one purpose, to make guys happy. Put a bag over our heads and we all look the same. Except I didn't. Tyler was grunting and snorting and began squirting his stuff up my ass, his cum joining that of Will and Cory, and Cory was squirting his stuff in my mouth and I swallowed the slime. I was used to the taste and the feel of it oozing around my tongue and clinging to my teeth. The phone rang.

"It's your father, Bobby. He says the storm's over and for you to get home."

"I'd better go too," said Tyler.

The party broke up. We put on our clothes and our heavy coats and toques.

"Thanks, Will. That was great!"

"Yeah, thanks."

Thanks? What did Will do? Give them a couple smokes and some booze. What about thanks, Bobby? How about, that was great, Bobby? Oh no, nobody thought to thank me.

"We gotta do this again."

We didn't talk as we continued down the street, or as I turned into my yard. My father was mad. My father is always mad. He reminded me what time supper was. I wanted to remind him it had been storming out and he'd told me to stay at Will's. I wanted to, but I didn't. Nobody ever told my dad anything. "You been smoking?" he barked, sniffing at me.

"We had a fire at the backwash. For the potatoes."

He made me open my mouth and he smelled my breath and wrinkled up his face. "Your breath stinks worse than a dog's. Go brush your teeth."

Closing the door of the bathroom, I cupped my hands under my mouth and blew into my nose. Couldn't smell anything. It had to stink of rye and gin and tobacco, and of pecker and cum. I counted myself lucky my father hadn't been able to isolate the smells. As I brushed my teeth I thought about what we'd done. I was one of the gang, drinking, smoking, having sex, one of the guys. But I was still different, still alone. Even more so. I thought about Tyler's comment. "We gotta do this again." We would. I knew in my heart that we would. This was the first day of the rest of my life. I looked at the image in the mirror staring back at me. My heart sank with dread as I thought about tomorrow, but I think the image in the mirror was looking forward to it.

The End