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Please note: the twelve parts of this story depict sex between males, between minors and between adults and minors. They depict oral, anal and vaginal sex as well as incest, rape, sadomasochism and transvestitism. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further.
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Spring and Summer, year two
After a few months, -- it seemed to Keith to take an eternity, -- I got my driver's license. Mom and Dad allowed me to drive them to the store and places, and decided I could be trusted with their cars. In fact, they said I could use the old Plymouth. Dad put my name on his insurance policy. Keith was ecstatic. Immediately, we quit taking the bus and I drove us to school. Keith was pissed that my classes started before his and sometimes he wasn't ready on time. But of course I waited for him, even though I had to report to the attendance office and make up another reason for not being on time. And after school, I patiently waited for Keith who was in several afterschool sports. Inevitably, he had three or four friends who needed rides home. They always thanked him for the ride. No one ever thanked me.
I began to chauffeur Keith all over. Our bike gathered cobwebs in the back of the garage. He'd have me drive him to some bimbo's house, then drive them out to some dark dead-end street where they could make out in the back seat while I pretended to ignore them. He made sure all his dates knew I was his slave. As we drove, he'd bark orders at me, "Step on it, will you, bitch? You drive like an old lady." "Put the radio on, bitch, and make sure it's got decent music." "Hey, stop here, bitch, that's my friend Billy. Hi, Billy! Need a fuckin ride?" Nine times out of ten, "Billy" wasn't a kid who needed a ride, but a dealer, and Keith would make his connection. When we finally got to the lover's lane and parked, he would usually quiet down, his face muffled inside her tits or some place lower. But every once in a while, he'd bark "Watch for the cops, bitch." "Hand us a beer, bitch." and finally, "Give me a condom, bitch."
When school ended, I drove Keith to the pool each day. I wondered who would be in his bitch circle this year, if he had a new bitch pup. Of course, he did have new bitches. Many I recognized from the back seat of the Plymouth. But no one now was assigned the role of bitch pup. That was now my permanent role. Forever after, I knew, I would be the one to take orders. And I was ok with that.
Within the first week, I had been put into "the wall" three times. On Monday, I showed off my talents as a cocksucker to a couple new friends of Keith's, one of whom had an impressive man organ and delivered a gigantic load that poured off my chin on to my hairless chest. I noticed Keith soon dropped him, guess he couldn't take the competition. On Wednesday, Keith had me initiate a new girl to the circle by rimming her asshole. And then on Thursday, Keith decided it was time for me to unveil talents which hitherto had been reserved for our bedroom up at the lake.
Big George had begun hanging around our group. Normally, Keith wouldn't have had anything to do with a kid in special ed., but for some reason, Keith was nice to Big George. I smelled something up his sleeve. The talk that day had turned to fucking, a common enough topic, and all the boys were reciting their recent cunt-quests, real or otherwise. The girls were giggling knowingly. But Big George was silent. Keith asked him, "Hey, George, you ever fucked anyone?"
"Uh, no." He admitted, not smart enough to come up with a quick cover story.
"You get woodies, don't you, George?" George looked puzzled. "You know, stiffies, hardons. When your dick gets stiff and hard." George brightened up and nodded smiling. The circle began laughing, but followed Keith's example. They treated George with total respect.
Keith stood up, came over to George, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "George, I think it's time you became a man." George looked up at him like a father. "Today you are going to use that dick of yours to do what it was meant to do. Today, George, you will have your first fuck." George sat with his mouth open. The girls began to get a little nervous, wondering what Keith had in mind. None of them relished the idea of being violated by Big George. They needn't have worried. To me, it was crystal clear what Keith intended to do next.
Keith called "Wall." Automatically, I put myself in the middle of the circle like I had on Monday and Wednesday. Keith whispered to me, "be a good bitch." I took off my swimsuit and then clad only in my tight jock assumed the position on all fours inside the circle. Keith directed Big George to whip out his schlong and begin jerking. George knew how to do that, and soon the entire circle was awestruck at the size of it. He wasn't called Big for nothing. Keith told him to kneel behind me while he continued to work on his mantool. Keith spit on his hand and wiped a juicy wad of saliva on my asshole. Then he instructed George to do the same. In case Keith's expert knowledge misled any in the group to wonder about his manhood, he quickly explained that he had fucked a lot of girls' assholes and made a point of winking at a couple of the bimbos there. "Now, George, put your cock right up to his fuckin asshole. That's it. You learn real good, George. You're a smart boy." I felt a precummed dickhead pressed against my shit tunnel. "Now, go for it, George." Instantly, his big fat cock plowed into my hole. No one in the group seemed to question why my hole was able to accept a cock so readily with no condom, no jelly. They were too intent on watching Big George experience his first fuck. In a few minutes his moans were replaced by sudden loud grunts. He pulled out and sprayed my whole ass with cum. The circle burst into applause.
George stood up smiling. "Gee, thank you, er, bitch." That was the only name he knew me by. I closed my eyes, pulled up my swimsuit and sat on my haunches.
As the circle broke up, Keith put his arm around Big George. "Don't thank him, George. He ain't fuckin nothing. You should thank me. That bitch is just a retard." George shuddered at the word. "Not like you, my friend, today you are a man. A real man." I'm not sure whether George was more pleased to hear he was a man or a friend.
When we got to the lake, the Birnhoff kids were already sitting on our porch, with three big backpacks. My Dad asked them if they were going hiking, and they asked Keith if he could come with them. So no sooner had we gotten out of the car than I was once again the bitch/pack ass. When we got to the clearing, I was made to strip and show off my cock cage. Keith demonstrated it for them. Then he suggested they all get bj's to start the summer right. Keith insisted they should all spray my face this time so they could see who had the largest load. Tommy declined at first. Said he wasn't in the mood for a blow job. James started teasing him. Billy reminded him of how great it was last year, then he told Keith how Tommy used every chance he could to jack off. He was the horniest of them all. I knew why Tommy was masturbating so fervently. He was trying, no doubt without success, to recreate the manmilk he thought he had produced last summer. James said if he didn't fuck my face, maybe he should be the cocksucking bitch boy. Tommy protested. No way was he going to be humiliated like me. The four of them all unzipped and started beating off. Billy of course was the first cause everyone knew he couldn't hold it for long. I sucked him a few strokes and he was ready. He pulled out and covered my left eye and cheek in cum. Then James stuck his cock in my mouth. He must have had a bunch of blowjobs that year, cause his technique was much improved. When he finally gave me a facial, the other guys oohed in awe. Of course Keith knew he'd be able to produce more cum than all three of them together and he was right. When he finished my face looked like I'd been pushed into a bowl of yogurt. Meanwhile, poor Tommy was beating his meat for all its worth. He was almost in tears. He knew that soon everyone would know he was no prodigy, that he couldn't make even a drop of manmilk. Billy told him to think about Charlotte. When we were a lot younger, Tommy had had a crush on Charlotte, despite the big age difference. For years after, we kept teasing him about it. "Tommy and Charlotte sitting in a tree . . ." Of course I wasn't permitted to tease him any longer. Now he was Mr. Macho, and I was only bitch. But my guess is that Tommy never got over that crush, that maybe he was still secretly carrying a torch for her. Because when Billy planted the thought of her in Tommy's head, his whole demeanor changed. He closed his eyes and put his little dick in my mouth again. I think he was picturing me as the girl whose bathing suit I wore last year. Suddenly his eyes grew large. He was feeling something in his loins he'd never felt before. He pulled out and sure enough there were drops of watery juice on his dick. He held his breath and ejaculated on my nose. Not a whole lot, but enough to prove himself again.