Jack P

Skyler's Story

Prologue

"Why not?" I shouted in anger.

"Because only girls color their hair. Are you a girl, Tyler?" Dad sneered.

"Maybe in your back-assward days," I spit back with venom, aiming to hurt. "Lots of guys I know dye their hair."

He closed his eyes and held the bridge of his nose with finger and thumb, trying to calm himself down. "Tyler," he said, voice calmed, but still frustrated, "Only faggy guys do that. I know you aren't a fag. My answer is no and that's final."

Without another word, I turned on my heels and dashed out the door, hoping Dad didn't see the tears in my eyes. I walked briskly to the pink convertible. Emily, my older sister sat waiting, applying her deep red lipstick as I slammed the door shut. Ben lounged in the back seat looking through his baseball cards for the umpteenth time.

"You know," Emily said, smacking her lips and examining her lines one final time before turning the engine on, "He can't stop you."

"I know," I grumbled.

"I think you'd look awesome as a blonde."

"Really?" I asked, starting to feel a little better.

"Totally," Ben's alto, preteen voice chimed in, "All the boys will think you're as pretty as a girl. You'll be more popular than Emily." He laughed wickedly at his own joke as Emily snorted in annoyance and drove out of the driveway and into town. I pressed myself further into the passenger seat as a wave of depression passed through me.

***

"Cool hair, Tyler," Cathy, said with a smile.

"Sweet 'do, Bro," Mason clapped me on my shoulder as he walked by. "Looking sharp, Mr. Smithington," Mr. McNeill gave me a couple of once overs, pausing at my newly straw-colored head.

"He-e-y," Ashley stuttered with a blush.

"Looking fucking hot, man," Jackson said giddily. He walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "You're making me so horny," he pressed himself against me, his hardness poking my thigh as his fatty boy boobs pushed softly into my shoulder. "I can't wait to see my goo in it." he smiled, adjusting himself as he walked away.

My focus snapped to reality as my daydream vanished.

"Mr. Smithington?" My head shot up and I looked at the bearded ginger head of Mr McNeill. His eyes pierced mine and his mouth turned down slightly in disapproval. "See me during your free period."

I felt my face grow hot as the other kids in the classroom laughed. "Yes, sir." I replied meekly.

***

I knocked lightly on the door. Mr. McNeill glanced up. He was sitting casually on his desk reading a paper. "Come in, Tyler. Have a seat."

I walked to my desk towards the back of the classroom. "No, up front, Tyler." It was a little odd hearing him use my first name. I obeyed and took the indicated seat, slipping my bag off my shoulder and onto the floor. He continued reading. After a few minutes with me sitting there awkwardly, the silence was broken. "See? It doesn't feel very good to be ignored."

"Yes, sir."

He walked over to stand in front of me. His crotch was directly in front of my eyes. His pants were tight. Very tight against his front. I could easily see the outline of his long cock. I gave a quick mental calculation. It was probably a good six inches and it was clearly soft. My mouth watered and I swear it throbbed. I was certainly throbbing in my own pants.

He walked around to the side of me. 'Shit!' I thought, 'did he notice?' I stared straight ahead, pretending I hadn't just been perving on my math teacher. He crouched down next to me and put his large, strong hand on my shoulder. He leaned in close. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and his red whiskers teased my hear as he spoke, "Am I too much of a distraction for you, Tyler?" he placed his hand on the front of my pants, gripping my erection through them. I moaned uncontroably.

"N-n-no, sir." I whispered.

His hand worked its way into my waistband. Now there was nothing between his hot hand and my aching twelve-year-old prick. He started stroking me, rolling my foreskin up and down over my glands. "Oh really?" his voice was barely a whisper in my ear. "I've seen you looking at me. It's okay. I like it. So, am I a distraction?"

His pace quickened and I moaned again. I couldn't help it. "I guess so, sir." I admitted. I had been admiring him all year, imagining what his spunk would taste like, how it would feel with him inside me.

His hand stopped stroking suddenly and squeezed my balls in a quick press. I squeaked a yelp.

"Good." he removed his hand from my pants to my frustration. "Are you going to jerk off to me when you get home?" he turned my head so I was looking at him. I smelled the familiar musk of my sex on his hand. "Y-y-yeah, sir."

"Are you going to eat your cum?" I watched as he deliberately licked my pre off the top of his hand and moan.

"Yes, sir." I said obediently.

"Are you going to pretend it's my cum you're eating?"

"Yes, sir." I said confidently.

"Good. I'm glad my favorite boy can be useful in occasion." Mr. McNeill teased. "You may go, Tyler."

***

By the time school ended and rehearsal started, I was so horny I couldn't see straight , much less think straight. I kept thinking about how good it felt when Mr McNeill was jerking me off and how awesome it would be to drink his load. I was rock hard all day and my underwear was soaked in my pre.

I was having trouble concentrating on my lines and hitting my marks, but Mrs. Thorntonne was too high to care. Jackson noticed, though. He was my best friend.

"Blow job for your thoughts." he grinned at me. We were back stage in the actor's lounge. We were alone except for Allie and Benton who were too busy making out to pay any attention to us. I learned against Jackson who was lounging on the stained sofa. He was a chubby boy, but that was really comforting to me. Most people don't like chubs, but I loved that he was big and manly. I can tell you with authority that he was becoming quite the man, despite being only fourteen. I lay against his warm, soft bulk and told him about Mr. McNeill's molesting me.

"Oh, your so lucky!" Jackson burst in jealousy. "Did he show you his dick?"

I signed at the memory, growing hard for the umpteenth time today. "No, but I think he wants to."

"That's so not fair," Jackson pouted. He looked down and grew another chin. "I wish I was hot like you."

"You are hot. I wish I was a chub like you." I said honestly. There was always something about big boys that I found irresistible. That's how Jackson got his tasty prick in my mouth when I first met him, on my first day of sixth grade.

"Stay like you are. You can get any fatty you want. We all love Twinkies." he giggled at the double meaning as his fingers started to rub my chest admiringly.

"Hey, here's an idea." I said, "I won't let Mr. McNeill touch me again until he agrees to a threesome with you."

"You'd really do that for me?"

"Of course, your my best friend."

"Cool. Do you think he'll let me rim him?"

"Yeah, and I bet he has a really hairy as. Hey," my libido was getting too strong, "You owe me a bj." I stood up dropping my pants to the ground. I turned to face Jackson to see him with his own five inches out. "Me first, Tyler. It won't take long. I swear."

I smiled and knelt down in obedience. I took his familiar penis in my hand. It was a solid, heavy five inches of uncut manliness. The head was huge compared to Jackson's ample shaft. His plump balls sat in a round , tight sack, eager to expel his eighth grade seed. His nads stuck out of a small, but impressive dark tangle of pubes. I pulled his pants down so his thick thighs were in view. I loved the short, dark hairs that peppered his mocha pacific-islander thighs. I licked up the inseam of his leg until my nose brushed his sack. I glanced up at his face, but his eyes were closed and he was off in his own world. I think I heard him mutter "McNeill". I smiled and got to work.

Jackson never leaked much, but he did have a nice dribble down the bottom of his shaft. I started here with a long, slow lick, enjoying Jackson's salty pre. He moaned. Opening wide to get his large mushroom tip the needed room, I impaled my face on his crotch. The aniline taste of his sweaty sex overwhelmed my tongue as his dark curls brushed my face. Is moaning intensified as my tongue started rubbing forcefully on the underside of his prick, trying to coax the fourteen year old boy's ejaculate onto my twelve year old tongue. In my crotch, my own hardness ached for release, but this time was for my friend. He'd take care of me later.

As I sucked on his prick, Jackson shouted out, "Oh Mr. McNeill, I want you in me!" he spread his fat as open and I eagerly shoved two of my fingers in his virgin anus. This was the first time we'd done any butt stuff. His hole was smooth and warm. It clenched tightly on my fingers as he went over the edge. Jets of his orgasm sprayed into my mouth for me to savor.

"You guys wanna keep it down?" Allie said in annoyance, her boyfriends face nuzzling her immature breasts.

***

Feeling much better after blowing my wad in Jackson's face, I waited for my sister outside. Soon, she drove up and I got in. The afterglow must have been showing because she looked at me with her teasing smirk and said, "Have a good day?". I just grinned back at her.

As she drove out of the school's parking lot, she glanced at me and threw a plastic sack at me. "What's this," I looked at the bag. She just smiled at me so I pulled out the box within: "Only for Guys Natural Hair Coloring".

"Are you serious?" I exclaimed with glee . Platinum blonde, my first pick.

"Thought you might like that," when she spoke a clean organic scent wafted from her lips. I waved my hand in front of my nose in mock disgust. "Did you have to swallow to get Aaron to buy this for me." I laughed.

"No," she replied with no hint of embarrassment. It was one of the things I really admired about my big sister. "I just had to ask." Her lips curled mischeviously. "I just like swallowing. What about you? Did you swallow for fun, or profit, Cum-breath."

I blushed and mumbled something along the lines of "Mind your own business." causing her to burst out laughing again as we pulled up to Ben's school.

"Thanks, Emily. Really."

***

The three of us, Emily, Ben in the back, and I sped down the deserted highway along the river, not knowing we were being hunted. It took us completely by surprise when, as we went around a sharp corner, a white van pulled onto the road in front of us. Our confusion turned to fear as Ben shouted out "They're behind us!"

I turned in my seat as two more white vans pulled up behind us, blocking us in. Several big men go out of the vehicles and walked toward us. One pulled out a hand gun and Emily started to cry. I sat frozen until the giant black man opened the door and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me out.

"What the fuck?" I struggled, with no success to get free, but the black man's grip was unbreakable. Then I heard my sister screaming. I was able to rotate my head in her direction. Three of the men, all in their fifties were holding her. As I watched one pushed his hand up her shirt and fondled her while another pulled her panties off, so she was naked under her dress. He began squeezing between her legs and said "Yeah, baby, you are gonna be a great mommy for my babies," before shoving her into one of the vans. The trio all got in after Emily, all unzipping their trousers.

"No!" I shouted as I managed to break free. I ran towards Emily's van. As I got to it, something pushed me and I slated into the vehicle hard. The last thing I saw before passing out was the pervert shoving his prick in my sister while she screamed.

***

My head snapped around as I came to. My cheek was sore. As my vision cleared, I saw a short fat man with his hand raised and open. I flinched back as he started his swing. "Oh," he said dully, his hand stopped before my face, "You're awake. Good."

He sat across from me in the van. It wasn't moving. I was still in a daze, but asked "Where have you taken me?"

The round man smiled. "Oh we aren't there yet. We just needed a break for some relief. It was then that I felt the movement against my butt. Something under me grew hard. I tried to get up, but big arms wrapped around my chest and held me to the big black man's lap. He started to push up, dry humping me. I could hear his breath. He leaned in next to me and his voice terrified me. "You're so sexy boy. I just want to do real bad things to you."

I trembled as tears ran down my face. "Please don't." The round man was in my face and took a long loud sniff. "Please don't what, honey?"

"Please don't kill me," I pleaded.

The two men laughed. "We aren't going to kill you, we just want a little fun. And that cum-breath tell me, you are going to love it."

"No, I want to go home."

"Why? You're a faggot just like us. You can go back and be tortured by your friends and family and community, or," he started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his white skin and greying thick body hair. I couldn't not stare at his magnificent bulk as he continued to talk and continued to strip. "you can stay with us…" his pants fell to the ground. He stood in bright red bikini briefs. His stomach hung over the waistband slightly as he spread his arms out, showing off his body. I kicked my lips subconsciously. His cock was hard, and pointing to the side under the red fabric, the tip a dark stain. "And have fun being gay for the rest of your long sex filled life."

The man behind me, with his deep husky voice said into my ear again, "What do you say, sweety?"

I looked at the almost naked man in front of me and felt the strength behind me, the throbbing under me. My mind whirled with erotic possibilities. But my sister was being raped, and what about my little brother, Ben? I couldn't abandon them. But what could I do, now? I had no idea where they were or how to help them. Or even if I wanted to. Besides, I knew these men were going to molest me whether I wanted it or not, so I might as well try to enjoy it. "Let's party," I said.

The round man smiled. With one arm, the black man lifted me up, did something with his free hand, and set me back down on his lap. I looked down and saw an erection, hard, black, and eight inches long sticking up from my crotch. "Go ahead," the voice in my ear encouraged. So I obeyed. I reached down and wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. His cock throbbed in excitement, spurting a gob of pre on my fingers. I moved my hand to my lips, and tasted the black man's pre ejaculate as I started to rub his foreskin over his glands. He sighed. I mmmed at the taste in my mouth. The round man leaned down and brought his lips to mine. His tongue entered my mouth as I continued to stroke his buddy. The round man pulled off my teeth, breaking the kiss momentarily before greedily ducking my own tongue in his mouth. He started rubbing my nipples. I squirmed ate the sensation.

"He may, it's my turn to taste this beauty's mouth." The round man reluctantly pulled away. The black man turned me around in his lap. He pulled my head to his and his tongue slipped past my open lips. The round man had explored my mouth gently, almost reverently. The black man was rougher and more forceful, thrusting his tongue into my mouth over and over again. I felt the round man lift my hips. I was hanging in the air, attached to the black man by our mouths while the round man held my hips. I felt the tug just before my pants and undies were pulled from my legs. I hung in mid air completely naked, balls and preteen erection dangling. "Oh, Jesus." the round man said before I felt my cheeks part before something soft pressed between them. Then, my ants was coated in wetness as the round man started swabbing my hole with his tongue.

"Oh yeah," The black man broke our kiss. "I bet that pussy tastes fabulous!" When he broke our kiss, my eyes went to his dripping cock head. I had to taste his pre again. I had to taste him.

"Can I suck on you, Sir?" I asked with my innocently sweet voice.

"Oh, Baby, suck away."

I obeyed. With my legs still in the air and my ants still being suckled by the round man, I worked myself down the black man's body until my lips said along his slippery prick. I was too horny for foreplay, so I drove my mouth on his cock. I only managed about five of his eight inches, but I was rewarded by the constant dripping of his pre in my mouth. My taste buds went wild on the salty juices and musky flesh of his cock. My assignment went wild, too as the round man drove his tongue past my cherry sphincter, prodding my immature male button, causing my cock to twitch violently.

The black man's breathing was becoming irregular and labored. He grabbed my head and forcefully grinder my face up and down on his cock. It pressed against the back of my throat. Each time I gagged, and each time he forced himself past my gag. It didn't take long before he unloaded , filling my mouth with his thick cream. Much thicker than Jackson's. I savored the mouthful as he fell back relaxing. I relished the feel as the Black man's cum slid down my abused but satisfied throat.

It didn't take the black man long before he decided to return the favor. With the round man's rimmer teasing my prostate, the black man got under me and took my six inches balls deep. His tongue wrapped around me in ways I never experienced before. Before I knew it, even before I knew it was happening, by restocked released their nectar into the man's mouth. I lay on the floor of the car spent and grinning like a six year old at Christmas. The round man stood above me jacking off. I watched as his round scrot bounced up and down above me, and I gazed at the older man's hole, rimmed with coarse white hair. "What you were doing to me, Sir, can I do it to you?"

The round man looked down at me, still bobbing his cock, his sack studs swinging delightfully. Without a word, he crouched down over my face. I saw his flabby cheeks part and his loose hole grow bigger as it neared my face. The musk hit me first. A little sour, a little sweaty, but not foul. I started to wonder if I made a mistake when the manhole engulfed my button nose. Still, he'd done it to me so how bad could it be? I shifted my face around so his hole was aligned and stuck out my tongue with trepidation. It touched him and his hole quivered. It actually wasn't so bad. It tasted just like skin but it was very soft. Softer than dick skin. He gasped as my tongue became ever and flicked his hole with gusto. I loved how my tongue snaked through the curly forest of his hair before emerging on the bare valley of his brown pucker.

I looked up at the balls bouncing on my face and saw the black man had engulfed the round man's cock. The round man squirmed and rode my face before yelling at his partner to get off him. As soon as his cock left the black man's cocksucking mouth, he pointed it at my face and hard jets of cum roped over my eyes and nose and mouth.

"Welcome, brother." the black man said before pulling up his pants and moving to the driver compartment. As we headed back onto the road, I snuggled up with the round man, taking comfort injustice soft bean bag-like body. I never thought of my ratty brother, my asshole of a father, or even my raped sister again. I didn't think of my home again. I knew I was going to a better home, but I did feel sorry Jackson wasn't with me. He would have loved this van.

***

That was just over six months ago. Now I am strapped, spread eagle, hanging from the roof of a similar van. My new master, no, my new owner drives us to my new home. I am naked again, but covered in the drying cum of dozens of pedophile faggots. My master's seed swims in my guts. This is my new life. My gay life. And I can't wait for more.