I don't pretend to be a writer of any sort. This story is fiction, purely the product of my imagination. If it brings you pleasure, I'd love to hear all about it. All flames ignored.
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Table of Contents
Prologue 2
Introduction into His world 3
Dinner with his parents 10
My Sophomore Year
Prologue
I was a loner in high school, an outcast. At best I had three friends and yet even then that number fluctuated. I tried to fit in by playing soccer and bowling. That didn't work, I would hear from my teammates "Don't walk down a dark alley, or you'll be dead." I tried drama club, but that wasn't much better. At least no one threatened to kill me, but in its own ways, it was worse. Not good enough for anything but bit parts, and totally ignored by the popular people who got the leads.
I was alone at school, starved for attention. At home was a different matter. My parents loved me. Would do anything for me, but I couldn't tell them how I was feeling. I was embarrassed. Everyone else in my family always had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I did not. How could I tell them that at school I was nothing? I just wanted to die. I can't remember a time in high school that I didn't contemplate suicide. Who would miss me, I was nothing.
My grandmother didn't help any. When I would go swimming and get out of the water she would tell me how disgusting I was by not fluffing my swimsuit to hide me penis. Or ridicule me for walking on the balls of my feet, "Faeries walk that way, not real men!"
I'm thirty seven now so yes I got better. I have my family who loves and supports me. I have friends who accept me for who I am. As to those assholes from high school I have only met ten of them from the five hundred that were in my high school at that time. So I guess they never really mattered.
The story that follows is of my imagination, pure fiction. But I wish something like that had happened at that time. I might not have come close to suicide or been as emotionally abused as I was by my class mates.
Introduction Into His World
I'd say I started to think about him towards the end of ninth grade, but it was in tenth grade I wanted him to make me his. He was sexy, smart, killer eyes, one hell of a sexy smile, the kind that makes you want to drop to your knees for him. But I don't think he knew I existed, or if he did, like most everyone else in that school, ignored me. Who am I? I know you're not asking that question, but I'm Matt, I'm in my thirties now, but then I was fifteen. I was five foot three inches one hundred pounds soaking wet. To say I was a scrawny kid would almost be correct. I hadn't developed any real muscles like every other boy in my school, but I did have a little pudgy belly. I had hit puberty as evidenced by my voice and my growing pubic hair, but nothing else. I didn't even have a treasure trail.
However his name was Eric. Eric was about my height, but he had nice muscles. Eric was a soccer player and wrestler, and by the Gods, he was HOT!!! Not overly muscular as some of the kids in my school, but definitely not as bony as I was. I definitely lusted after him and as for all the bitches in my school that dated him?? Well, they definitely could not have given him the pleasure he so richly deserved.
I had been in soccer since the eighth grade, never really any good at it, like all sports, but I enjoyed the game, it was in the ninth grade that Eric joined the team. He was very good at it, like a natural. We only had a couple of classes together at that time, but gym, was one of them. So I got to change with him a couple of times a day. Our school didn't believe in making the boys shower after gym class, so we usually just thru on more deodorant, to cover our smell. But I digress, we finished the season up and the rest of the school year went by normally.
Before the beginning of sophomore year we started soccer practice. I had always biked to practice. It was only a mile from my home, so it was an easy ride. I never noticed, but Eric was watching me. Eric had his learners permit by that point so when his parents came to pick him up, they usually let him drive home. It was about two weeks into practice when Eric asked if I wanted a ride home. Eric said he'd already talked to his parents, and they said it was ok. During the ride there wasn't much talk, as his parents kept the radio off and conversation down so Eric could concentrate on the road. When we got to my trailer, Eric asked me if I'd like some extra help in learning the soccer drills. Of course I said yes, I sucked so badly at soccer and any help couldn't hurt plus like I said he was hot as hell. So after his parents talked it over with my parents they would pick me up and drop us off an hour before soccer. This was the last practice week before school would start, so we only had a little time.
Eric would go over the drills with me, but being the clumsy kid I was, I almost always tripped over, fell on, or missed the ball completely. I always became angry and blushed when this happened. It took a while but I finally stopped getting angry and blushing. I just started to laugh with him at my mistakes. Eric would jokingly, or so I hoped, tell me how hopeless I was and we would laugh. Once school started up we no longer had any time to practice together, but Eric would still give me rides home. I never realized it, but Eric would only be nice to me or give me rides home when none of the other team players were around. I knew I was nothing more than a token member, a teen to fill a jersey, and would mostly sit on the bench. I only got to play on the field for a few minutes during a game either when we could not lose or not win. We seemed to lose more often than we won. It was Junior Varsity, so the coach allowed everyone to play, even if only for a couple of minutes.
The season ended and so had our friendship, as it was. We only crossed paths in the hallway going to the same classes, but Eric made it apparent that I was not to talk to him in the halls. The only classes we had together were Math and Gym. Soon wrestling started up and Eric joined. BY now I had turned sixteen. It was one day after Gym class that Eric approached me. Eric kind of cornered me in the locker room.
"Remember when I helped you with the soccer drills?" Eric sounded nice but a little authoritative at the same time.
"Yes I do Eric. Why?"
"Well I need your help, or at least to be a practice partner." This sounded more like a demand then a question.
"Sure Eric. Where and when?"
"Well for now, it will be at my house, after wrestling practice on Friday. You'll stay until Sunday afternoon. My parents will pick you up and bring you home. I have a big room we can practice in there, then watch movies and do other things too. Give me your number, so that they can call your parents tonight and talk it over."
So I gave him my number, I mean why wouldn't I? Eric had helped me out, and now I could help him out. Plus like I said before Eric was hot as hell. What little I knew of wrestling, Eric would be pinning me, so it was a win/win situation, even if I didn't get any sex from him.
When I got home I told Mom to expect the phone call from his parents, and how Eric helped me out in soccer so I would be helping him out in wrestling, simply by letting him perfect his moves on me. Later that night after dinner time, his Mom called and talked with my Mom. They talked, it was cool, and agreed that I'd stay afterschool while Eric practiced and just ride home with him.
That Friday came, I stayed after making myself invisible while Eric practiced. We had set up a place for him to come grab me when his parents were ready to pick us up. Once we got to his home we went straight to his room. It started out with basics, showing me how Eric wanted me to start, where the moves would take us and how it should end. We practiced for three to four hours in sweats the first couple of weekends after diner, his mother didn't want us stinking up the dining room.
It was either the third or fourth weekend when Eric told me that dinner would be late tonight so we would practice before dinner and that we would only be practicing in our underwear. When I asked why, Eric pulled out the skimpy uniform he would be wearing for each match and said "This is why I have to be comfortable in it". He closed the door and pulled his curtains closed. Maybe we practiced for ten minutes when I realized I had a raging hard-on. Eric reached between my groin to grab my leg I know he must have felt it since he pressed on my cock and rubbed a little. This distracted me which allowed him to seize the moment, flip me on my back, grab my right leg, pushing my right knee up to my shoulder, and ram his underwear clothed groin into my underwear clothed ass.
Eric looked me right in the eye and asked "Are you hard for me?" with this shit eating killer smile of his. Of course I lied and said no.
"Bullshit, you're hard," and Eric reached down feeling my cock pulse as he ground his hips into my ass, "and you're getting harder. You want me to fuck you, don't you?!"
Now being a teenager with hormones wreaking havoc on your body is bad enough, but add to that mix, the person who fueled your jack-off fantasies being that close to you in an intimate position only made things worse. A deep crimson red I blushed, did not argue, and confused by the question that sounded more like a statement answered his question.
To which Eric took advantage of. "We will practice another hour, then we'll take a shower and I'll show you a good time."
He would show me a good time? What the hell did he mean by that? I was confused and to make it worse, Eric intentionally positioned me so that he was always on top with his cock in my ass crack with only our underwear which kept us separated. Eric was always in control making me submit to him and it was the longest hour I had ever endured.
Once we were all done we threw on some sweat shorts and a tee shirt. "Thanks for helping me tonight. You go start the shower while I talk to Mom and see when dinner will be ready." As if to emphasize his dominance over me Eric slapped my ass as I turned to go into their bathroom. Eric went to the kitchen, "Hey Mom, we're done practice and taking showers, we'll take them together to save water."
"All right, don't be too long, father will be home soon and dinner will be ready when he gets here."
"No worries Mom" and with that he joined me in the bathroom, unbeknownst to me. I never heard him enter the bathroom. I already had the water running and was inside washing my hair when he stepped in. Just as I started rinsing my hair I felt his hand in the center of my back. Pushing me to the wall and holding me in place. I was so startled I didn't respond but I felt him push up against me
"Well Fag Boy, seems you like me. I think I should take full advantage of you. Especially since none of my girlfriends put out. I'm going to break your cherry now, make you my bitch, and plant my seed deep in your ass."
I felt his hardening cock in my ass crack as he brought one hand to my throat and the other hand started to rub my ass. "Don't scream we don't want people knowing you are queer. Think of how many red-neck boys go to that school and how many of them have prison guard Daddies. It wouldn't end well for you and you know it" Eric stated as he began to finger in my asshole. He continued to assault and finger fuck me while he asked "You will let me do this without a fight, won't you!" but I knew it was only a statement with one right answer.
"Yes" I whispered. Tears started forming at my eyes. But if they were tears of shame or joy I still couldn't tell you today. It all happened so fast, I wouldn't be able to process it until much later that night.
His grip tightened "I think you mean `Yes Sir', right?" this was emphasized as he pushed another finger in me, showing me he was in control.
"Yes Sir!" I replied hoarsely.
"Good, now I'm going to lube my cock and your pussy up before I fuck you. I don't want you bleeding on me. Do not move until I tell you. Understand?"
I nodded and replied "Yes, Sir." I felt him pull out his fingers and push three fingers this last time. Even though it was slicker and it still hurt as he stretched me out to fit his cock. Now he was twisting them around inside of me to stretch me. After a couple of minutes of this he said "Well your pussy should be open enough for my cock but still have a tighter pussy than any girl in school."
He pulled his fingers out and I could feel the head of his cock replace at the entrance of what he called my pussy. He pushed until he got the head of his cock in. "That's it girl, just let my cock in there and you will love it, crave it, and lust after it." It didn't take him long to bottom out in me because I soon felt his pubic hairs on my ass. It hurt like hell. He was not gentle, he was not kind, but he rode my ass as he spanked it. And yet after a minute or so, as he bent me over some, I started moaning.
"Ugh. Eric. Oh. Harder! Deeper"! I started to get hard. As he was holding my hips and my back where he wanted me, I grabbed my 5" cock and started jacking off. I was so close to cumming when he slammed into me harder making me groan and moan more. "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Oh. Oh. Oh". Then he just slammed in so hard I could feel his cock pulsing in me. I was cumming with him. The movies show you nice and beautiful love making scenes. This was not that, this was rough, hot, and dirty sex and I was hooked. I was his bitch.
"You liked that didn't you faggot! Don't answer it wasn't a question. You are my bitch now and you will do as I tell you. If you are good I'll keep fucking you." He chuckled "Maybe one day you'll make me a proud Daddy. Now I need to be cleaned up, so get started, and when you get to my cock, you will clean it with your mouth."
"Yes Sir."
I started by washing his hair and then putting conditioner in it. Lathering up a washcloth I gently washed his back, shoulders, arms, chest, neck, face. Then I got down on my knees and washed his legs, feet, butt, and groin area being careful not to touch his cock or balls. I stood up and rinsed his hair and body for him then got back down on my knees. I began by licking his balls giving them a nice tongue bath and then moving to the base of his cock. Licking it and moving out towards the head on his 7" cock.
"Mmm, you are doing good queer boy, why don't you just take my cock into that other pussy of yours and suck it till I shoot my load again. You've earned it".
With that little encouragement, I began giving him my first blow job ever. True to his word, within a couple of minutes or so he came again. No warning, save his hand on the back of my head and him saying "Swallow faggot, you know you need to" and I did.
"Good boy now wash yourself up quickly dinner should be ready soon."
I did and then shut the water off. Grabbed a towel and started to dry myself when he cracked me on the ass rather hard. "You dry me first, then yourself. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
I dried him off quickly then dried myself off. "Tonight after dinner and lights out, I'm going to want" as he grabbed my ass bending me in half over the bathroom sink and placing his cock in my ass again, "more of this sweet tight pussy. And faggot, you will beg for it, you will suck me off first, you will ride me like a bitch in heat, and love it, won't you?"
"Yes Sir" was all I said back.
"Don't bother with your underwear, my girls never wear them. I always want easy access to your pussy." He emphasized this by placing his finger in my pussy making me moan.
We finished getting dressed when we heard "Boys, dinner is on the table."
Dinner with His Parents
To say the least, dinner was awkward. We talked about Eric's wrestling, how I was great for helping him perfect his pinning techniques.
"If Matt was stronger he could help me break out of pins, but I'll work him out so he can do that." His shit eating killer smile of his showing, but what caught me really off guard was his foot rubbing my leg going up to my crotch.
"Yeah, Eric," I squeaked out trying to find the words to not look any more than the idiot I was "whatever will help you out."
"Oh that's nice of you Matt" his mother said, "but Eric has said anything of girls this year, do you know if he has any girl in particular he likes?"
Great her son just fucked the shit out of me, and she wants to know if I know any girl that he likes. "Well Mrs. ..."
"Well Mom, there is this one girl"; he now pushes his foot under my balls so his big toe is touching my pussy "but I don't think she likes me."
Damn him all to hell "Oh, her? I can try and find out if you want, Eric?" great now I'm not only his bitch, but his girl too? What next!!!
"Nah, that's alright, I'll just cruise her and see what happens." He keeps using his foot to manipulate me and he has made me hard and wanting him. This is so embarrassing and I can't even let myself squirm under his ministrations.
"Well, just be careful Eric, between sports and school, love should be at the bottom of your list right now."
The rest of dinner seemed to go by ever so slowly. He continued to use his foot to keep me hard through dinner. Anytime conversation could be taken in a sexual light, which for two sixteen year old boys, was every other sentence, it only made what he was doing worse. Once dinner was done and his mother put away the left overs, Eric said "Matt and I will do the dishes Mom, and then we will go do our homework before we go to bed."
"Oh that's nice of you boys, ok, just don't take too long."
Everyone got up and left the table. "Ok bitch, pick up the dishes start them soaking, I'll be in there in a couple of minutes to start drying.
There wasn't much I could say so I started running the hot water and filling the sink. I went and gathered up the dishes and sorted them out to wash. True to his word he walked into the kitchen. He came up behind me pushed me into the sink roughly bending me over slightly with his cock planted in my ass crack again. "Girl you made me horny during dinner, I don't know if I can wait to fuck this pussy again. I want to fuck you now, but because I care about you I don't want anyone knowing you are a faggot." I moaned as he pushed his groin into my pussy to emphasize I was his faggot. "But for now I want you to stay nice and dry" as he placed his mother's apron over my head, "so this will keep you dry so you don't have to sleep in wet clothes, if my parents ask, but you already know you will be sleeping naked in my bed. Right, Bitch!"
"Yes, Sir!" came out as more of a whimpered moan than a statement. Half way through doing dishes his father came in and chuckled at me. "Boy what are you doing wearing a ladies apron?"
I blushed deeply "Sir, I only brought one set of sleeping gear and was worried about them getting wet. Eric suggested that I where this so I didn't have to sleep in wet clothes, he knew it would be embarrassing but thought it would be better than being sick."
Another chuckle escapes his father's lips. A deeper crimson blush I went. "Well boy! You both are boys and you both have the same parts, no reason to be embarrassed of sleeping in your underwear or in the nude. Eric's been free balling in bed since he was twelve. So take that off, and take off your shirt." I did as I was told. "You're right Eric he is puny, you will have to work him out a lot to get those muscles to show." Another chuckle as his father left.
"Oh don't worry bitch, he doesn't know that you are the girl I'm cruising, that I fucked you, or that you are my horny bitch that craves my cock. If you hurry up and get these done, I'll let you suck my cock before we get started on our homework."
Again I was rock hard at that statement. I was working hard on getting the dishes done quickly and thoroughly. I still can't believe how quickly I went from being a normal, shy, sophomore high school student to a bitch in heat that was sex starved. When would I have time to process and accept all that happened to me. What was the next couple of days going to be like?