THE GIRL ON CLAYBORN STREET Part 2 of 2
By Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca
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When I looked at him under the next set of streetlights, he was looking sideways out the window. I didn't see his face to tell if he wasn't nervous any more, or if I was still making him scared, or even if he was feeling triumphant that he had scored with me. I couldn't see. He was keeping his face turned. We were getting near to Highland Road. I glanced at him a couple of times.
"You in high school?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What year?"
"My final year." Anthea said.
I turned onto Highland Road. "You never told me your real name." I said.
"You mean you want to know it?"
I paused. "Not if you don't want to tell it to me. I don't want to know anything you aren't comfortable telling."
"It's Shepherd."
I thought about that. It didn't seem to go with him.
He started to talk. "I've really only been doing the dressing up thing this last year. I mean, I tried it out a couple of times, earlier, but up until the beginning of the year, all I did was think about it. I didn't try it. And I never would have dared try it in public. Jeez, the trouble I got into. I didn't think I'd get into trouble as bad as that."
"It wasn't being in drag did it." I said. "It was the neighbourhood. Girls don't belong in a neighbourhood like that."
"I'm not going back there, like that again." He shook his head.
I found 2114. It wasn't the biggest house in Rothsmuir by any stretch. It was a corner house. I didn't turn into the drive. I pulled up beside the curb.
"Thanks for bailing me out and saving my life." he said. He was ready to get out of the car. He wasn't going to linger. I looked at him directly, while he was reaching for the handle of the door.
"You know those dances they have, Tuesday nights down at the old student centre?" I said. My voice came out husky. "Would you like to go out with me to the dance next Tuesday night?"
There was a long pause. When Anthea spoke up his voice was disbelieving. "You mean me in drag?"
"Yeah, I mean dress up as Anthea, come as my date."
"I can't go out to a dance like this. My face is still going to be too marked up." He was shocked into almost gabbling.
He was right. I hadn't thought of that. Several seconds went past. "Like to do a movie?"
"If you'd like to." His voice had gone high.
"I would like to. Tuesday night? I'll meet you, at the Empire cinema, for the nine o'clock showing. How'd you like that?" I ploughed through it so that I wouldn't sound unsure of myself. "We can pick what we want to see after we get there."
"Okay Brian, I'll meet you there." His voice was staying high and artificial.
I nodded. "Goodnight."
He got out of the car and looked at me. "Nine o'clock on Tuesday." He repeated. "Uhhh, as your date?"
"Yeah." I agreed.
He went up to the house. I watched him walk up. He was too skinny to be a jock. He had his shoulders drawn up. Probably that wasn't because he knew my eyes were following him, but because he was preparing to face what was ahead of him. Getting past his parents wearing someone else's clothes, with cum and hair spray in his hair would take some doing with a face bruised like a rainbow to ensure that they'd take a second look when he tried to sidle past them.
Tuesday evening I was in the lobby of the Empire. I got there early and Anthea got there early too. He didn't show up as Shepherd. He came as Anthea. He came in wearing jeans, which were purple and emphasised how slim he was, and a great big lavender coloured sweater with beads and sequins sewn on it, with his hair full and held up by a clip and with too much make up on, which didn't completely succeed in hiding the yellow marks. He got some looks as he came in, but not because of the yellow marks or because there was anyone who even began to guess that he was more than he appeared to be. He came in like a princess, like he owned the theatre, he was the prettiest girl there and like he didn't have an uncertainty in the world. He was more than pretty. I told him so.
"You look beautiful."
He turned to me and the calm confidence slipped away. His pink lips widened. "I thought I'd get stood up for sure. You did come!"
"Well, I said I would." I returned. I'd been pretty sure myself that Anthea would get cold feet and not show. I just nodded at him.
It wasn't like a place where we could say much. We did the chitchat routine and picked a movie. I paid for it. We were doing it like I was taking him on a date, so I paid the tickets and when we went up to the concession stand, I paid there too.
"What would you like?" I asked.
"Just a soda. Diet coke."
"You don't need to diet." I said. My voice kept coming out rough with Anthea. I don't know why that was. While I truly though he was a girl it had came out gentle all the time, but while I knew what he had in his pants, my voice kept coming out hard.
I held the doors for him too. I did that stuff, all formal. There wasn't time to get embarrassed and look for stuff to say, because the movie previews started almost as soon as we had sat down.
It was an action flick, real loud and fast. Watching the movie we didn't look around at each other. Or I know I didn't look around at him. He could have been checking me out.
Round about three-quarters of the way through, the hero had been reunited with his girl. The music got moody and slow tempo. It was a romantic type scene. I kept my eyes on the screen but I slid my hand over onto Anthea's seat. I found his hand and I took it. I heard him draw a deep shaky breath and so I glanced over. He smiled at me shyly. I squeezed his hand.
We held hands for the rest of the movie. I thought my hand would get damp and he'd pull his hand away, but it didn't happen.
After the movie ended we stood in the parking lot. "Would you like me to drive you home?" I asked. "Or take you some place where you can change before I drive you home? Or we could go out for coffee, Anthea?"
"I'm not tired yet." He was smiling easily.
I took him to my place. I brought him in with the idea that we'd watch another movie on the TV or get to talk. But then when I had him there, I didn't know how to talk to him. I put my arms around him clumsily and I kissed him on the pink lips. He let his lips part slightly and his breath was warm. He hooked his two small hands on my shoulders, tilting his face up to me.
He's not going to mind if I put my tongue in his mouth, I thought, so I did that, just flicking in a little. He didn't mind.
When we broke the kiss, he drew a bit away and looked at me some more. "Are you gay, Brian?" He asked me.
"How the fuck would I know?" I shrugged.
His pretty brows drew in, in puzzlement. "How can you not know...?"
"I don't need to go putting labels on me." I said. "I like you, that's all. That's all there has to be. You don't have to say I'm gay or I'm bugged by homos or anything like that. I'm just whatever it is I am."
He came up to me again and put his arms back around my shoulders again, so I hugged him in tight. The kiss got hot, my tongue in his mouth, his tongue teasing gently a little way into my lips and coaxing me back into his. He was a dynamite kisser. I found myself squeezing him tighter and tighter. And I felt what he had under those purple jeans. He had a hard on the same way that I did.
"You don't mind, I'm not rushing you, am I, Hon?" I put him on his back on my bed.
"I don't mind." He answered. "But I don't want you thinking that I'd let any guy do this to me. I don't, you know. I don't go out cruising."
"No," I said, "You just do it me maybe 'cause I got into a fight to protect you. That's okay. That's not like doing it with every guy."
Then I undressed him and I undressed myself. He had a little lavender T- shirt and breasts under the big bulky sweater. I put my hands on them and they felt kind of like breasts and it puzzled me. Mostly he lay back with his hands stroking me. I took that T-shirt off of him. I saw a lacy brassiere clipped around his boy chest. His eyes were on me steady and looking for me to say something nice I guess, but I didn't say nothing. I kissed his stomach. There was a line of hair on it, coming up over the top of the jeans.
I undid the jeans and kissed below the waistband. Anthea's hands stroked my head and shoulders. I lowered them down. He had this really tight close mesh pair of pants on that was holding his cock and balls in tight. I didn't know where he could have got something like that. I tugged his jeans down gently and I kissed his thighs. He lay on his back in his underwear.
With the girl's clothes mostly gone his boy bones showed: the developed rib cage and shoulders, the wide waist and the muscles on his belly. The illusion of a girl was gone.
I made a smile for him. He was watching me so close, I knew he was looking for something. I didn't know what to tell him, so I told him with my hands and mouth, kissing and plucking at his skin.
I got my own clothes off. My dick was sticking up along my belly and he looked at that and it seemed to me the way he looked at it, he liked it. There's not a lot of hair on my body but there's a lot of it dark on my crotch. I bumped his thigh with my dick and his lips opened a little way as he looked at what I was doing, like as if he was imagining sucking me.
Then I took that lace brassiere off of him and there was condoms in it. There was a condom in each side, full of water or something, that he was using to be his breasts. I didn't like that. The sight of those rubber things there did nothing for me. I must have looked disgusted because he looked apologetic and shrank away from me against the sheets. My mouth quirked in a bit of a frown. I put the things off the bed. I wanted to shoot them away. I lay down on him again and looked at his small boy nipples.
There were a few hairs around his nipples, curling clockwise and that was all the hair that he had on his chest. He had more on his belly. I took his nipple into my mouth and drew on it. "You got pretty tits, Anthea." I said. "I like the tits you got. I like these."
I guess those were words enough to reassure him, because then he started rocking his cock against me and he opened his legs wide as I lay on him so he could feel me more.
He had me turned on for a long while already that night. The precum was weeping from the end of my dick and the feel of his dick pushing up so near mine made my breath come out heavy.
He's a girl, I thought. Make love to him like a girl. That's how to do it. So I kissed his throat and I ran my fingers through his hair and all the while my hard on was butting into his legs or his belly.
"Take my panties off, please, Brian." Anthea breathed.
The word jarred for me. They weren't panties. But that was his fantasy, something he needed so I didn't say anything. I just did what he asked.
They were so tight I had to peel them off. His cock and his balls seemed much bigger as soon as they were freed. He groaned. He had a tall, thin prick and full balls. I took his balls in my hand and they were hot and damp with sweat from being locked into the tight pants. I rolled them in my palm and he moaned.
His two long-fingered hands stretched down. He grabbed my dick for the first time then and pulled on it. He was squirming his body up close as he could to me. Somehow it was amazing, seeing him so turned on like that, that prick of his jerking as he tried to push it closer. His fingers bit me as they pulled me down. I kissed him all over. He kept moaning. I kissed his cock and he whimpered. He grabbed his own chest and squeezed at it. He was trembling.
"You're so pretty, Anthea." I growled. "You're a lovely kid. You're so warm and smooth and hard and...." I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to tell him any lies, and I didn't know how much did he want me to pretend he was a girl instead of saying he was hung good. So I gave up on telling him that stuff.
I rolled him over against me so that we were on our sides. I took his ass and squeezed. His belly was wet from my precum. I knew I had to have my dick inside him soon. I started to slide my fingers into his crack. I dug until I felt his asshole with the tip of my finger. I squeezed the firm cheeks of his ass. "Baby, you ready? You need me to get you more ready?" I said.
Anthea pulled away from me suddenly. He looked scared. "Uh, Brian. I didn't want to do anything this time. I mean, I didn't plan it and I don't want to do anything, not without condoms. You could fuck me if you had a condom, only without it..." He was both scared and apologetic.
"That's okay, Baby." I said. "I got condoms. Do you want it? I won't put it in your butt unless you want it. I'll use a condom."
When he heard I had the rubbers he nodded hard. "Yeah, put it in me. Do that. I want you fucking my ass, Brian." He said.
I grabbed a rubber from my dresser, leaving him out of my arms as briefly as I could. He squeezed up against me while I was rolling the rubber down my dick. He played with my balls and kissed at my body.
"Could you use something, lots of spit...? You will lubricate it, won't you?"
"Sure, Baby." I said. I took my palm up and licked it and swiped that down over the condom glistening on my prick. Anthea's mouth came down after my hand. The condom numbed the sensation as he licked me, but I knew he was doing it. The sight of his dark head swaying over my crotch made me throb with horniness. I rolled him over so that he was on all fours.
He was looking anxiously behind himself as I posed him, parting his thighs. His dick jutted out stiffly. His asshole was small and brown. I leaned in, holding his cheeks wide and licked just above it. Then I used my fingers to massage the spit into his hole. He squirmed, not to get away, but at the intensity. I got it sloppy wet. It seemed to me that we'd need it very wet.
When I lined the head of my dick up against his hole, Anthea breathed, "Ooohhh." It seemed to me that he was scared, but not so scared that he wasn't real turned on. This was what he wanted. He wasn't just letting me do it to him, so as to please me.
I pushed. The tight opening yielded a little. It squeezed, incredibly tightly about my prick, as inch by inch I slid it into the silken opening. His muscle was clamped tightly around me. The soft walls of tissue were pressed hot against me. Anthea was trembling. I drew back, slow rocking, I pushed again.
"Yeah, I'm okay. That's good." Anthea said breathlessly.
I pushed in faster the next time. I started to saw into him rhythmically. He groaned. I held his thighs wide for me with his hands so that I could concentrate on getting it in and out. His dark head was down on the bed. He was looking at us both from underneath.
"Baby, yeah..." I breathed. I fucked him hard. I stopped holding back and just concentrated on my own pleasure. He had shown me that he could take it. He was so tight. His asshole was wringing the pleasure into my prick. Again and again, I thrust hard, full length into the faggot's ass. His firm warm cheeks impacted against my hips. I banged it into him, pounding and pounding. I was grunting out loud.
As I fucked his ass, Anthea was rocking with the motion. With each thrust he pushed his butt back against me. I was ramming into him deeply, as far as it could go. My grunts were getting louder and louder. It built, the sweet stunning sensation. I felt my balls draw in. I felt the cum building. It surged up, a shock wave of unbearable tightness. It let go and my spunk spurted in waves inside Anthea's ass.
Afterwards my breathing was making my body shake. I realised that I was blazingly warm. His ass was still firm around my prick. I didn't pull out but wrapped my arms around him instead. My seeking hands found his belly, his hard on. I breathed into the back of his neck.
I nearly lost the condom getting my dick out of his ass. I didn't realise that a guy's ass hangs onto a condom tighter than a woman's cunt does. When I pulled out it started to peel down and I had to reach down so I wouldn't lose it. Anthea flopped on his side on the bed, looking at me. I flopped beside him. I felt like lying still but I took his cock in my hand and pulled on it, caressingly. Anthea lay still, eyes on me, watching to see what I would do.
I figured he needed to cum still and I didn't know how to do that. I played with it a few minutes. I liked his cock. It was so skinny I could wrap my fingers around it and they overlapped, but it was so long, it pointed right for his navel. I played for a minute and took my hand away.
"Do you mind if I jerk off?" Anthea spoke real quiet.
"No." I jacked up on an elbow. "I don't mind. I was going to help you, do what ever. I didn't know what you wanted."
He rolled over on his back. His slim strong thighs were wide. His balls hung down between them with his legs parted. He started to play with his dick. I climbed out of the bed watching him. I kept my eyes on his hand strumming on his dick.
He only realised what I was doing when I climbed in between his wide- open legs and I got in the way of his hand. I had another rubber out. I put it on his prick and rolled it down. His eyes were amazed. I gave him a grin before I put my mouth on his dick.
It felt about as weird as anything could feel to have a dick in my mouth and I had had no idea that the rubber would have such a strong taste. I could feel every ridge and even the pee slit with my tongue through the tight thin latex. I bobbed. I had no trouble finding the saliva to make it wet.
"I've never done this." I remarked.
"You don't have to do it, Brian." said Anthea gently.
"So if I don't like it, I'll stop." I said. I bobbed again. It was an easy motion. If I made it tighter it wasn't as easy, but I figured it would work better tight. Anthea gave himself up to the sensation. His head lolled back. His arms had fallen wide. He let me do the work, the same way I had let him do the work last week in the front seat of my car. Sucking dick wasn't difficult at all. At least, Anthea didn't seem to be getting frustrated. He was pushing his hips up towards me and lying back with the rest of his body as limp as if he had been sandbagged.
I brought a hand down, experimenting and played with his balls. He liked that. I could speed up tempo and he still wanted more. He didn't make any sound while I was doing this. The rubber taste was strong. That was the only drawback. When I found his asshole with a fingertip, he started to push that way too. By then he was so close to cumming that I only got to do it for a couple of minutes more.
I rubbed his asshole, pressing in with three fingers sideways; I squeezed his balls gently and moved my head up and down real fast. He writhed. His legs kicked. His mouth opened, still soundlessly. For a moment his dick trembled in my mouth and only a few seconds later, I felt the empty end of the rubber fill with a thick liquid. All I tasted was latex.
I let it slide off my tongue. I crouched between his legs looking at him as he got over the peak. His head rolled around and his eyes opened languidly. Anthea smiled.
I lay down settling beside him and he turned towards me. His knees embraced mine.
"How soon do I have to take you home?" I asked.
"I don't have a curfew. Whenever." Anthea murmured.
"That mean you could spend the night?"
"If you want me to." His eyes opened wide. "I'd better not though." He remembered. "It's a school night. My bus gets to my house at seven fifteen."
"Oh well." I shrugged. I liked looking at him. I liked lying beside him. He seemed sleepy. His eyes were mostly closed and a smile was curving his mouth. But he needed to do something about the lipstick. It hadn't smeared, but half of it was gone and half of it wasn't. I wondered if he would scream shrilly in a faggotish way, if I told him about it and if he'd say that he looked a fright. He didn't look a fright to me, only like he should either wash his face or put more make up on.
Then I wound up thinking about his age, him being only seventeen. It seemed to me that fucking a guy under eighteen wasn't the same as a doing it to a girl. I thought the age of consent was probably eighteen for guys instead of sixteen. So probably it was against the law doing what I had done. It seemed to me too that it was amazing that he knew what he wanted so well, if he wasn't yet eighteen.
I thought a bit more. "Do you have a boy friend, Anthea?" I asked.
"No." He shook his head like he was amazed I would ask him. "I have gone with guys. At least I've done what we did, up the ass you know, had a guy do it, two times actually. Mostly I give head, or you know..." He trailed away, colouring.
He embarrassed me too, so I didn't comment on it or ask any questions about it. Instead I said. "If you don't have a boyfriend, you want to meet me again, maybe tomorrow, at lunch time? You go to the high school downtown, right? Did you want to meet me and we could grab a bite and maybe go shopping?" My voice was gruff again. "I was thinking if you have time on your lunch period we could go out and maybe buy you a skirt or something. Or we could go on Saturday if your lunch period isn't long enough."
"You want to buy me a present?" I don't know why that surprised him.
"If you want. Isn't that the thing guys do? Buy stuff for their girl? I couldn't choose nothing for you myself. I wouldn't know what size you were or if you'd like it."
He didn't tell me yes or no, he just gave a laugh and pressed up under my arm. His muscular young arms wrapped around me. "I think I'm going to enjoy knowing you, Brian." He said.
I held him pulled close. His head was on my shoulder. I stroked his hair and looked down at the little smile that was curving his lips. I had a smile too. It was good to be holding him there.
End of story by Ruthless