Denial of Something Obvious
a Short Story by Varangian
Fall, 2006
I moved with my mother to Springfield, Ohio, when I was fourteen, losing my Milwaukee friends in the process. I resented the disruption of my young life, of course, but a neighbor girl immediately caught my eye at the new house.
Light blond hair fell to her shoulders, and the unblemished face was young and very pretty. She possessed lovely, pale shapely limbs, especially her thighs. The T-shirt lay flat against her chest. I supposed she was only ten. Whatever her age, I saw a sexual target, one to play dirty games with, one to explore.
“Hi,” she said in a sweet soprano voice, coming over to my yard to greet me. “I’m Donald. What’s your name?”
A girl named Donald! I stared intently at her, but she remained a girl in my eyes.
“I’m twelve,” she said. “How old are you?”
“Fourteen,” I answered, but was incapable of saying more.
I could not imagine her to be other than a girl. But Donald?
“How did you get the name Donald?” I asked.
“I’m Donald Ashely III, in fact, after my father and grand father.”
She was a boy! And I had been thinking of playing dirty with her!
“I’m Terry,” I said. “Glad to meet you.”
“Do you want to hang out together?” he asked. “Most of the people in the neighborhood are old.”
“Sure, Donald. You could show me around.”
I copped a glimpse of his thighs then his face. He was girlish. When I had perceived him as a pretty ten year old girl, delicious thoughts had crossed my mind. But the revelation that he was a boy disturbed me, because I was not queer. Yet he was so pretty. I wondered about his cock, indeed wondered too much. I knew that I wanted to kiss his rosy lips and the rest of his body. I was willing to do queer stuff with him, although that was to me a very novel thought.
I was not queer! But Donald had crossed the line into my confined, heterosexual world devoid of females to play dirty with — of any age or size.
This willingness of mine had arisen with blinding quickness, and its inspiration was Donald’s girlish appearance. Perhaps I wasn’t queer, I rationalized, although he possessed a cock. Would it be queer, I asked myself, to fuck the pretty boy in the ass and imagine that he was a girl?
We had just met, of course, and the matter of having sex with Donald was theoretical at best. But I found my readiness to do so very troubling.
* * *
A man came out the back door of Donald’s house then crossed the driveway into my yard.
“Have you found a new friend, Donald?” he asked. “Introduce us.”
“His name is Terry. Terry this is my uncle Jeff. I live with him now.”
Uncle Jeff stood a head taller than Donald and half a head taller than I. He appeared to be about forty, the age of my dad who lived in California. He was clad just in shorts and I could see he was fit and slender. He probably worked out like my dad did.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Terry,” he said, smiling. “Donald could use a friend. He has trouble with bullies because he’s so pretty.”
“I’m not pretty, Uncle Jeff! I’m just good looking!”
“Of course, Donald,” the man said, fondling the boy’s flaxen head.
“I trust you’re not a bully, Terry,” he said, turning to me. “Maybe you’ve had problems with such types. You’re ‘good looking’ too.”
I had always thought of myself as just another guy. As for bullies, I had punched one out the previous summer.
Jeff looked at me in a curious way. I noticed him glancing at my bare legs. Was he a queer, I wondered? Was I queer, I asked myself?
Mom then came onto the back porch. After she joined us in the yard and introductions were made all around, Donald and I wandered over to his yard, leaving the adults to chat.
“It’s really humid today,” Donald said then pulled off his T-shirt.
He possessed little titties — nipples raised on small cones of flesh — like I had seen on some other boys back at school in Milwaukee. I gazed at them, thinking of older, heavier men who had real boobs. I didn’t understand why some guys had boobs. My chest was flat, and I didn’t hesitate to take off my own shirt. It was indeed humid.
But Donald, clad now just in shorts, looked more like a young girl than before. I wondered if it would be queer to suck his titties and touch his exposed flesh while avoiding what was beneath his shorts. I was very conflicted.
* * *
“Donald’s very pretty, don’t you think?” Jeff asked me the next day in the yard after his nephew went into the house to use the bath room.
“I suppose.”
“You suppose! I’ve watched you ogling him, Terry. There’s no doubt in my mind that you find him sexually attractive. But what do you know about such things? You’re just a kid.”
“I’m fourteen!”
“So you are. But you have urges that you don’t understand.”
“Like what?”
“About Donald. I bet you’d like to touch him, maybe kiss him.”
“I’m not a queer!”
“Of course you aren’t. But you don’t have to be queer to want to go to bed with a boy like Donald. You just don’t have a clue about what you would do in such a situation.”
“I guess not,” I admitted.
“So you do want to have sex with him! I could give you some pointers.”
“What are you talking about, Jeff? I’m not queer.”
“Maybe not for every boy, but I think you are for Donald.”
I couldn’t respond, because he had read me correctly.
“What pointers?” I asked, sheepishly.
“Let’s go to your house,” he said. “Your mother won’t be home from work for hours.”
I followed the man dumbly up my back stairs into the house. We stood awkwardly in the kitchen.
After a moment, he said, “The beauty of two boys having sex together is sucking cock. I want you to know what it feels like, because otherwise you might resist doing it.”
“You want to suck my cock?” I exclaimed.
“Only as a lesson, Terry. If you’re going to be with Donald, you must know what to expect.”
“He’ll suck my cock?” I almost shouted.
“He’s very affectionate, Terry, and he has no hang ups.”
If that were the case, I thought, I would need no lessons from the man in front of me.
He touched my bare thigh, high up.
“He won’t suck you unless I allow it,” Jeff said, a twisted grin making his face ugly for a moment.
His hand cupped my groin, the touch arousing me. I was just a fourteen year old virgin. I understood that Jeff was a queer who wanted to blow me, and I wanted it too.
Jeff sat on a kitchen chair, pulled down my shorts then sucked my cock. I didn’t last a minute before shooting into his mouth. He must have swallowed, which I thought disgusting.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked. “You certainly came a lot, which is not surprising, considering your age. You have a very nice cock, Terry.”
“It felt good,” I replied. “Are we finished?”
“There’s just one more thing for this first session of ours.”
He stood then stood and pushed down his shorts to reveal an imposing, fat cock.
“Touch it,” he said.
“No way!”
“Come on, Terry. Just put your hand on it, then I’ll let you go play with Donald. Otherwise …”
My hand didn’t fit around his monster. It felt strange, especially because he had my cock in his fist at the same time.
“See?” he said. “There’s no harm in it. Now, let’s go over to my house. Donald is waiting for you in his room.”
* * *
“Did Uncle Jeff let you come up here?” Donald asked after I entered his room.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Pale thighs splayed against the mattress. I had felt somehow unclean after doing stuff with Jeff, and I knew I’d have to do more of it, if I wanted to have sex with Donald. The sight of him sitting there, barefoot, clad just in shorts, aroused me powerfully. I anticipated sucking cock for the first time, and doing it with a boy like Donald, I thought, would not be disgusting. I nodded in response to his question.
“Great! That means you did what he wanted. Now it’s our turn. But first I have to let you in on a secret.”
He rose to his feet, turned away then pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. He had such a creamy, soft looking butt.
When he turned suddenly to face me, I almost fainted. Donald was a girl! Other than small silky hairs that curled around her labia, the pussy was bare.
She exploded in hilarious laughter, angering me, the dupe in this imposture. But she was a pretty, naked girl, and I remained a randy fourteen year old boy seeing real pussy for the first time. Still, despite an urge to push her back onto the bed and have my way, I had to ask.
“What’s this all about, Donald?”
“My name is Donna,” she replied. “And it worked again.”
“What worked?”
“You and Uncle Jeff. Did you suck him?”
“No!”
I wouldn’t tell her what I did with the disgusting man, nor acknowledge that the blow job was satisfying. Yet I still didn’t quite get it.
“Why did you trick me?” I asked. “I thought we were friends.”
“We still are, if you want to be, Terry. You thought I was a pretty boy, and you decided to have queer sex with me. Uncle Jeff noticed and took advantage of you.”
“This is sick, Donald — Donna — whatever! Did you dream this up just since yesterday, after I moved in next door?”
“No. Uncle Jeff figured it out a month ago. He began taking me to the mall dressed as a boy and watched guys eyeing me. Those guys, he told me, were secretly or actually queer. He set out to catch a pretty boy, like you, and pull this trick.”
“What trick?”
“You wanted to have sex with me, Terry, even though you thought I was a boy. You turned queer, and Uncle Jeff took it from there.”
She was right, and I felt like a fool. But I wasn’t queer. I pushed down my shorts.
“What’s that string hanging from your pussy?” I asked, stepping close.
Donna pulled on it and removed a tampon, which she deposited in a waste basket.
“I’m at the end of my period, Terry,” she said, pressing a palm at my bare chest. “Do you want to have sex with me? It’s only fair.”
We climbed onto the bed, kissed briefly, then she allowed me to fuck her. I lasted no longer than a minute, but it was an ecstatic sixty seconds.
“I could teach you a lot, Terry,” she whispered into my ear after I had finished.
“Do you know so much?”
“Yeah. I’ve been sleeping with Uncle Jeff since I was ten.”
“He’s fucked you?”
“You’ve fucked me,Terry. I’ve also been with a couple of other guys, friends of Uncle Jeff.”
“Old guys?”
“Nah! Teens not much older than you. Uncle Jeff uses me as bait, then he sucks the boys before fucking them in the behind. I’m surprised he hasn’t done it to you yet.”
“My god — in the behind!”
She grinned, eyes dancing, and licked her lips. “Want to try it?”
END
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