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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Two

I threw some clothes in my backpack the next afternoon, actually the same things I’d worn the night before. My jeans, Texaco shirt, ball cap. Some socks and boxers, and my old shoes. I dressed out in my football uniform, but I knew after practice, I’d be changing in the locker room. That thought made me nervous and excited at the same time.

Matt and Lance stopped by to ride with me, the way they always did. They had packs too and we rode kind of slow because for once in our lives we were actually running early for something other than Christmas.

“Hey, you wanna sleep over at my house Friday?” Matt asked me. “Lance and Kyle are coming over, my mom said it was cool.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna rent Jason vs Freddy!” Lance grinned at me.

“We saw that like a hundred times.” I shook my head. “Get something else.”

“It’s intense, c’mon, Ann!” Matt loved that movie. “We gotta watch something scary, dude!”

“It ain’t scary after awhile.” I shrugged. “Get like 28 Days Later or something.”

“Zombies dude!” Lance yelled. “We want your women!”

“We saw that before too.” Matt said.

“Just once.” I told him

“How about…” And it went back and forth. We’d end up getting Jason vs Freddie though and spend most of our time talking and throwing popcorn at each other and saying all the lines a split-second before the actors did. But that was fun too.

After practice…tired and huffing from 5 more laps around that stupid football field, we made our way to the locker room. Coach had told everybody to tell their parents there was a girl on the football team, but he didn’t tell anyone to explain that the girl would be sharing the locker room with the boys. Maybe the Coach just overlooked that, or figured the guys would say something. But even fourteen year olds aren’t that dumb, at least around our town. Somebody’s mom would have gotten a bit…concerned maybe. I know I didn’t tell my daddy, he’d have yanked me off that team as quick as you can say “What?!”

So what we had, if you can imagine it, was a great sexy secret among twenty teens going through puberty. Somebody, eventually, would let that cat out of the bag…but for the time being it was more like walking on glass. At least for me. The locker room was strangely quiet, considering how excited and loud and naturally energetic everybody had been a few minutes earlier on the field. I’d already put my clothes in my locker, before practice had started, but now as I opened it I felt everyone looking at me.

“What are you guys looking at? Jeeze!” I looked around and laughed at all those guys. Nobody had even started undressing.

“They never seen a girl before.” Brian was next to me and he grinned.

I had reached under my jersey and unhooked my pads and untied the string in the front, the way Steve had showed me. I pulled my pads and jersey off over my head, so I stood there topless. I ignored the way most of the guys stared at my smallish breasts with their hard little pink nipples sticking out. I felt strangely excited by the whole thing and that just made me more aggressive I think.

“Well, I’m not a girl.” I looked at Brian. “I’m a football player, okay?”

He looked down at my tits and nodded. “Yeah, whatever you say.” Then he was removing his own pads and most of the guys started doing the same.

Matt and Lance had started undressing already, making a big show of ignoring me, but they’d seen me countless times bare butt naked. On the other side of me, little Lenny Solomon wasn’t moving at all.

“What are you starin at?” I looked at him.

“N-Nothing.” He said and sat down real quick, looking away from me.

I could hear guys whispering to each other, giggling a little. It did embarrass me a little, but not too bad. Like I’ve said, I grew up with a house full of guys, and all my best friends were guys. These boys were just going to have to get used to it. I kicked off my cleats and untied my football pants, keeping my eyes down as I got them loose enough so I could hook my thumbs in the waist and more or less peel them down my hips, over my butt and down my thighs. I had to bend over a little and I knew every guy in there was staring at my ass. All I was wearing was my jockstrap and that stupid nut cup I didn’t really need.

“God!” Someone whispered loudly from behind me and I knew whoever it was could see everything when I bent over like that. The thin stretchy straps of my jock hugged around my butt and there was a bit that ran from the base of the cup up and around the firm creamy globes. But there was nothing hiding my little pink butthole from their view, nor were the swollen folds of my pussy hidden very much. I could feel my blood rushing hot and my sex felt greasy as I moved. I didn’t know why I was excited physically; mentally I just wished I had a dick so these guys would ignore me. Why had I been born like this, I wondered? It wasn’t fair.

I was a little angry and I punished those guys the only way I knew how – with my body. I decided if they had to look, I couldn’t stop them. No matter what I did or said, for most of them, maybe all of them except Lance and Matt, it was the first time they’d ever seen a girl naked. A girl they weren’t related to, I mean. I bent down even farther, stretching my legs as I removed my socks one at a time. The cup was chafing me, but I’d leave that til last.

“Well now what?” Coach’s voice suddenly filled the locker room. “Why’s it so danged quiet in here?” He rounded the corner. “Jeeeez-us!” I straightened up quick and turned around. The coach was staring at me, standing there with his clipboard and eyes nearly as wide as his mouth.

“Hey, uh…Coach.” I licked my lips and everyone else was suddenly very busy putting stuff in their lockers or something.

“Goddamn…okay.” Coach rubbed his head. “This uh…one locker room, one team thing…Maybe uh…Russet you want to change lockers, um I can get the keys for the girl’s locker room and…”

“No sir!” I shook my head. “One team, right coach?” I felt a lump of fear, I thought maybe he was going to kick me off the team!

I was standing there naked except for one sock halfway down and my jockstrap, bulging ridiculously with that nut cup. I put my hands behind my back, sort of turning a little with my hips, back and forth while Coach looked at me.

“One team…right. Um…come on in here with me now.” He walked back around the lockers and into the coach’s office. I was right behind him and he told me to close the door as I entered. “Push the button there on the knob, Russet.”

“You want me to lock it, Coach?”

“Uh yeah, we need to talk.” Coach sat down on his desk, facing me as I stood there. “You know…if you didn’t have those itty bitty titties there, I’d say you were the cutest young man I ever saw, Russet.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there, looking down at my breasts.

“I gotta tell you, I wasn’t sure about havin a girl on my football team. Not…” He held up his hand. “…not because you can’t play…I coached all of your brothers, I know what you got pumpin in your heart there. Hell, you just proved it. I figured you'd come crying before you'd be getting bare assed naked in front of all those boys!” 

I looked up at him. “I ain't gonna cry, coach.” I said quietly.

“I guess not.” He nodded. “Proved me wrong, damned if you didn't, and I never figured a girl for that!” 
He was almost laughing, I thought, and it made me feel a little helpless. Embarassed even, although I didn't understand why. I guess he could see the confusion on my face.

“I just never had much use for a girl, uh…you know what I mean, Russet?”

I licked my lips. “N-No sir.” I didn’t have a clue.

“What I mean is…One of the good things about coaching the football team is I get to…train…one special 
boy. About being a man and being treated…like a man.”

“You train one person?” I frowned slightly. I thought he was training all of us.

“I train one boy; make him a man. Not a person, not a girl.”

“So…” I looked down at my breasts. “Are you uh, kicking me off the team Coach?” My voice was small, which was exactly how I was feeling.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“No sir.” I shook my head. “I…I really do like football, I just, uh…I think the guys need some…time, you know? About the locker room thing, I mean.”

“Never you mind that right now.” Coach shooed all those concerns away with his hand. “How bad do you want to play football?”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick.

“And how bad do you want to be a boy?” Coach grinned like he'd known all my secrets all along.

“I…” I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything right then, and not just right then, but anytime. I wasn’t supposed to be in this body, didn’t he know that? “I want to be a boy, yes sir. I-I wish I had a dick, Coach. Sometimes. I really do cause I think I wasn’t sposed to be…” I looked down and really hoped I wouldn’t cry. “Like this.”

“I think you’re right about that, Russet.” Coach nodded. “I uh…when I saw you bending over in there, you know what I was thinking?”

“No sir.” I sucked my lip.

“I was thinking that boy’s got a beautiful ass!” He smiled at me, his hard craggy features turning almost handsome beneath his bushy black brows. “I was thinking, that’s the boy I’m gonna train this year. Yes sir.” He slapped his bare thigh just below his shorts. “Gave me wood, damned if you didn’t!” He laughed. “And that, Miss Russet, is the very first time in 46 years that a woman has ever made my dick hard!”

“I…I made your dick…hard?” I stared at the man in disbelief.

“Yep and when I realized it was you…” He gestured around us. “Well, here we are.” I watched him as he unzipped his shorts, slowly pulling out his long now soft penis. “How bad do you wanna play football, boy?”

“You just like…boys?” I looked at him.

“That’s right, so you just leave that cup on, I like it, and come on over here and get this thing hard. I’m going to show you what I show all my special players…”

“What’s that?” I whispered.

“How a man fucks a boy!” He grinned at me and I barely had time to consider the real meaning of his words before I found myself taking his soft cock into my inexpert mouth.

It was different than it had been with Steve. This was almost a stranger - I’d known Coach since Monday and it was only Wednesday! But I was excited beyond belief. Where I’d felt safe and loved the night before with my brother, now I was filled with something more…exciting. I was having sex with a man who really did only want me as a boy. He had no interest in my boobs or in my pussy. He hadn’t even realized I was a girl at first, not when he just saw my ass sticking up in the air like an invitation to the first big hard cock that came along. Coach was gay, he’d admitted as much, and I was a boy for him, a little queer teenage boy to suck and fuck him as he desired.

“Yeah…get on it, you little fag!” he was rubbing my head, pulling my mouth down hard, so very different from the gentle patience Steve had shown. “You done this before, huh boy?” He pulled my face down until I gagged, and only reluctantly did he let me back up, coughing and sucking air. His cock was big, but not like Steve’s and I was both grateful and a little disappointed I think.

“Mmpphhh-mmphh…” I made little noises of agreement as I worked his prick in and out of my lips. I didn’t use my hands at all; I just braced myself against Coach’s powerful thighs. His cock was leaking precum and I swallowed it constantly.

“Take it, cock boy!” Coach pulled me down hard again and this time it happened just when I was swallowing and suddenly his whole penis just slid right inside me. I felt my face pressed against his wiry pubic hair, Coach’s big balls slapping against my chin and I couldn’t breathe at all! There was a good 7 inches of cock buried to the hilt in my mouth and throat and I tried to push off, feeling a little bit of fear seizing me.

“Ohhhh fuck ya, throat it boy! Eat that man meat!” I was struggling, trying to push away so I could breathe and I think it only excited him more. “Uhhh fuck…you’re a born cocksucker!”

Finally Coach relaxed his grip on my head and I pulled off his cock, feeling it sliding back out of my throat almost painfully and I inhaled deeply, coughing just a little. I blinked, realizing I had tears in my eyes and before I knew it Coach was urging me back down on his cock.

“Keep suckin, boy…football player like you needs his protein!” I didn’t resist, I felt strange inside, all over really, and all I wanted to do was suck that man’s cock, to feel his sperm shooting into my tummy. I was a boy finally, like in the little videos I’d seen, the pictures, I was a guy and Coach was reminding me of that every chance he got.

“Back in your throat, come on, kid…you wanna run with the big dogs you gotta suck it up!” He was digging his big strong hands into my scalp, pulling me down hard, not caring if my throat was open or not, he just rammed his cock inside. “This here’s mouth fucking, boy!” He was chuckling. “You gotta get used to this, cause we’re going to be doing this a lot, faggot!”

His big fat cock slid in and out of me, sometimes pressing into my throat easily, sometimes painfully, forcing it’s way into the tight confines of my mouth. Coach didn’t seem to mind, and truthfully, neither did I. I was too excited by it, the attitude, the roughness of it all. It was nothing like I’d ever imagined. There was no tenderness in Coach whatsoever, it was all about getting him off and I didn’t care. I wanted him to use me that way, even if I didn’t understand it.

“Ohh…here now! Come on…get it down, cockslut!” Coach pulled my face to his crotch, spearing his turgid prick halfway down to my tummy and he hunched over me, as if hugging me in some strange way and I dimly became aware of his cock pulsing between my stretched lips, throbbing over my tongue. I even imagined I could feel it expanding in my throat as my muscles contracted around it. But those were the only indications I had that Coach was cumming. I couldn’t taste or feel his cum, he was shooting it straight into my belly.

Only when Coach finally relaxed, after a long minute, was I able to pull my mouth away and I was dizzy and my lungs ached from holding my breath. I could taste the sperm he left behind, leaking from his cockhead as he withdrew and I savored it, leaving it on my tongue as I panted on my knees, tired and happy.

“Goddamn that was good, Russet!” Coach grinned and tousled my hair a little. “I was gonna fuck you too, but I think I dumped every bit of sperm I had, boy!”

I just licked my lips and nodded. My throat felt pretty sore and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try and talk anyway. My boobs felt like they were on fire though, my nipples burning and begging for attention, my pussy too, hiding under that nut cup I still wore. My little clit buzzed with desire and I squeezed my thighs together, wanting to touch myself, to frig myself off, but knowing I couldn’t. I was a boy; I didn’t have a stupid cunt. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself.

“Looks like you want it though.” Coach smiled at me. “You ever been fucked Russet?”

“N-No sir.” I answered with a soft hoarse whisper. I felt my body tingle at the thought. Steve was going to fuck me, I hoped, he’d sort of promised me and I meant to keep him to it. Especially now, since it didn’t seem like Coach was going to.

“I don’t mean girlie fucked.” Coach stared at me. “I mean dirty butt fucked like a fag.”

I shook my head. “N-never Coach.”

“But you want it don’t you?” Coach chuckled. “You might be a girl on the outside, Russet, but you’re a queer little boy on the inside, ain’t ya?”

“Yessss…” I hissed through my teeth softly. “How do you know…”

“How do I know?” He raised one of those imperious eyebrows. “I been coaching for nearly thirty years. There ain’t nothing about teenage boys that I don’t know. I know what they’re thinking, what they’re doin, hell…I know what they’re dreaming about when they’re all tucked in at night.”

“Oh.” I whispered and it was everything I could do to keep from rubbing my nipples.

“Like you, Russet.” He gave a little nod. “You dream about having a dick, don’t ya? But not so you can screw little Valerie Parker in the back seat of your Daddy’s car.” He didn’t wait for my reply. “You want a dick so you can jerk off while you suck mine, ain’t that right? So you can feel your balls getting tight when some guy stretches that little ass of yours wide open…”

I gulped and nodded. “Yeah…I want a dick…” I whispered.

“I figured as much.” Coach grinned. “You just remember, Russet, those boys out there…they don’t understand that. They’re just kids, horny and hungry and they just think about that little hole you got in the front. You keep away from ‘em, okay? Specially that Hades kid, he wants to put some babies in your belly. Hell of a football player, but he ain’t gonna understand you being queer on the inside.”

“Okay Coach.” I figured this had to be the weirdest conversation that I would ever have in my entire life.

“You’re my player now, Russet. That means everyday after practice, before you start undressing, you come in here.” He gave me a stern look. “You get your ass in here and we’re gonna do what we gotta do, you understand me?”

I understood, Coach was going to have sex with me every day after practice. He was going to teach me how to be a man and have good hard man sex. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart about to burst at the thought of it. 

“Yes sir.” I said softly.

“Now don’t you be telling nobody either, Russet. This is a secret between you and me. You gotta give me your word on that and if you break your word, well then…I guess you ain’t much of a man anyways.” He stared at me hard. “Just a girl afterall.”

“I..I won’t tell, Coach.” I stood up slowly. “I promise.”

“All right then, get out of here and get cleaned up.” He was putting his dick away and I gave it a glance as I turned around. “And Russet…”

“Yeah Coach?”

“I wish you had a dick too, boy.”

I walked out of the office, feeling Coach’s eyes on my bare ass until I turned the little corner. Most everyone was gone already except Lance and Matt, and Brian Hades. My two best friends were hanging out by the door and they followed me as I walked by. Brian was at his locker, fully dressed now and looking at me. I remembered what Coach had said and I tried to ignore the smile that I really wanted to give the boy.

“So?” Lance asked me. “What did Coach want?”

“He just wanted to talk to me.” I shrugged.

“We thought maybe he was uh, doing something.” Lance sounded apologetic, sort of. “He wasn’t, was he?”

“No!” I laughed at him, but it was forced. I’d known Lance and Matt for almost 10 years; they’d seen me lie a zillion times and knew how I did it.

Matt grabbed me by the arm. “What did he do?”

“He didn’t do anything, come on!” I pulled my arm away. “He’s the Coach he was worried about the guys, looking at me and stuff. He said I had to wait til everybody was gone.”

“Uh-huh.” Matt didn’t sound convinced.

“Alright, whatever.” Lance shrugged. “We’re gonna get some cokes, want one?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute okay?”

“Yeah.” The guys left to find the vending machine, they’d hang out by our bikes talking about me, I knew. They probably figured Coach was touching me, maybe fucking me or something. Their imaginations were like that. Or more probably I was just really worried that everyone could tell.

I went to my locker, trying to ignore the looks Brian was giving me. I was still wearing only that jock strap and nut cup thing. I decided I’d just get dressed and go home, take a shower there and find out what Steve was doing. I was so horny right then it was unbelievable. I know I was young, too young probably for all the things I was feeling, but all I knew was that need inside me.

“Hi.” Brian smiled and me.

“Hey.” I didn’t look at him.

“Was Coach pissed?” Brian sat down on the bench, straddling it so he faced me.

“No.” I shook my head. “He was just worried about some of you guys.”

“Worried about us?” Brian grinned. “This is the boy’s locker room.”

“Yeah. I know. But I’m on the team, remember?” I finally had to look at him. I was pulling that cup out of the weird pouch thing and I put it on the shelf.

“So? You can’t just get naked, you’re a girl! What do you expect?”

“What are you talking about?” I pulled off my jock, completely exposing my pussy with its little wisps of light brown hair. My pussy lips were full and felt sort of rubbery and wet still, even though I was calming down a little.

“You were crying to Coach, that’s what. Probably saying how we were all staring at you and stuff like we were gonna rape you…” Brian was trying to look at my face, trying to act cool, but his eyes kept going down.

“No! He called me remember?” I grabbed my shirt and started putting it on, determined to ignore his staring eyes. 

“Yeah, so? You were in there a long time. What was he doing? Showing you a new play?” Brian laughed.

“We were talking! So what. He told me that I had to watch out for guys like you!”

"Like me?” Brian made a face, finally looking back up into my eyes.

“Yeah cause you just want to make some babies.” I grabbed my boxers and started putting them on.

“Coach is whacked! I just don’t want to get in trouble cause you’re some lesbo who doesn’t like guys.”

I didn’t understand why he was giving me a hard time. I kind of hoped we’d be friends after what happened the day before. I guess I was expecting him to ask me out or something and I probably would have said yes, despite what Coach had said. But now he was making me mad.

“You don’t know anything about me!” I still had one sock on and I grabbed the other one, sliding it up my foot and calf. “I told you I don’t like girls, okay?”

“And you don’t like boys so…” Brian stared at my legs.

“I do like boys, who said I don’t?”

“Your friends, those fags, Lance and the other guy.”

“What did they say?”

“They said you didn’t have any boyfriend cause you didn’t want one.”

“Yeah? So what? I don’t want one and if I did I could get one anytime I wanted to!” I was putting on my pants and jamming my feet into the legs angrily. “You’re just pissed cause I don’t make baby faces every time you look at me!” It was my turn to grin at him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Brian rolled his eyes. “I don’t even like you!”

“I don’t like you either!” I put on my shoes quickly, not bothering with the laces and slammed my locker, locking it.

“So bye then!” Brian sat there, watching me leave.

“Yeah. Bye!” I said under my breath. I didn't like him, but I think I was falling in love with him.

Lance and Matt didn’t say much on the ride home and that suited me just fine. I was thinking about too much stuff anyway. I was thinking about Coach and how he made me his special player and was going to teach me how to be a queer. I was thinking about Steve and how he was going to love me. I was thinking about Brian and how come I got so mad at him when all I wanted to do was kiss him. And I was thinking about Lance and Matt and how they knew I hadn’t just been talking to Coach. They didn’t know what we’d really been doing, but they knew I’d lied about it. So it must have been something bad.

Did you ever have a day like that?

When I got home it was the usual chaos. Daddy and Mark and Henry were still at the garage, working. Scott was in the kitchen trying to make spaghetti. David was playing on the computer, Greg was in our room, laying on his bed doing homework. And Steve...

“Where’s Steve at?”

Greg didn’t bother looking up. “I dunno, his car’s gone. I was gonna ask him for a ride to the library.”

“Oh.” I sat down on my bed, wondering why Steve wasn’t home. He’d promised me! 

“Maybe he’s still at school.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I sighed.

“What’s the matter with you?” Greg finally closed his book and rolled over, propping himself up against the headboard and looking at me.

“I just…We were gonna do something.” I gestured weakly. “It’s not important.”

“You and Steve?” Greg laughed.

“What?” I looked at him, blushing maybe a little, although I didn’t know why.

"Nothing.” Greg shrugged. 

He was cute too, like all my brothers are. Greg’s hair was dark, like Steve’s, and short, of course. He had a little white scar on the top from where he’d gotten hit on the head with a rock once. And his eyes were more hazel than brown, which was nice. Greg and I were pretty close, not just in age - he was almost exactly a year older - but also as friends, as brother and sister. 

I was close to all my brothers though. My Daddy told me once, when I was older, that I was the one that made the rest of them a family. That if I wasn't there, then everyone would have just gone their different ways. I was the glue, Daddy had said, and he was serious.

“No, just say it!” I laughed at him. “What about me and Steve?”

“Why?” he grinned at me. “I didn’t mean anything!”

“Yeah you did!” I jumped on his bed, bouncing a little and straddled his stomach, looking down at him. Greg’s super ticklish too! My fingers went for his underarms. “Tell me!”

“God! Sensitive…” And then he was giggling, trying to press his arms close to his body, rocking a little back and forth as I tickled him.

“Say it!” I was laughing to and I bounced my butt a little up and down on his stomach. I don’t know why I was acting like that because you know if you show too much interest in something then it’s worse than confessing. Usually worse than the truth, you know? I was definitely guilty of something with Steve and even though Greg was breathless and laughing and writhing beneath me, I could see that glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

He grabbed my hands finally, my wrists, and pulled me down, stretching my body and rolling over. I suddenly found myself on my back, on my brother’s bed, with me legs wide around his waist. His hands gripped my wrists, not entirely unpleasantly, and his chest was pressing against my heaving breasts. We were both smiling, giggling a little, and breathing hard.

“You tell me!” he grinned and he pushed with his hips a little and I tightened my legs around him.

“No!” I laughed, sticking out my tongue.

“Come on sis!” Greg whispered in a little sing-song sort of voice. “You and Steve what?"

“Nothing! We didn’t do anything!” I struggled a little, but not fighting. I kind of liked the way this felt.

Greg pushed against me again. We were both fully dressed, of course, him in corduroys and a t-shirt and me in my jeans and Texaco shirt. But I felt his groin pressing against mine and there was something else, I could feel the lump of his penis, hard, but coiled up I think, pressing down instead of up, trapped in his underwear. But I could feel it, pushing against my covered sex and my legs tightened of their own accord.

“What did you and Steve do, Annie…” Greg’s eyes were looking in mine and I felt my heart beating harder again, my blood warmed suddenly and those butterflies were back.

“I toooohmmphh…!!” My word were cut off suddenly as Greg put his mouth on mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth. 

He thrust his pelvis against me hard, grinding sort off, not relaxing the pressure and it felt good. I was so totally unprepared for that, especially his kiss and I couldn’t help but respond. I used my own tongue to tickle his, wriggling it wetly around and finally into his mouth as we kissed deeper. I was pushing back against him too, lifting my butt a little, rocking my hips, looking for more of that good feeling he was giving me, even through all of our clothes.

“Mmmm…” I moaned softly and Greg let go of my wrists so I could put my arms around him. We kissed eagerly for several minutes, Frenching and sharing each other’s spit until we had to pause for air.

“God!” I breathed finally. “Wha-What did you do that for?”

“Why did you do it?” Greg smiled and licked his lips.

“I don’t know…” And then I kissed him again, just as urgently as I knew how, sucking his tongue as if it were a small pink cock. My breasts were aching beneath Greg’s chest, the weight of him felt so good. I imagined I could feel his heart beating against mine and still we were grinding, dry humping endlessly. I could feel my pussy getting soft and mushy wet with juices and I wondered how it felt for Greg, having a hard cock throbbing and trapped uncomfortably.

And I didn't know why we were kissing. There was no *why* it just seemed like the right thing to do. Greg had a girlfriend, his first one, and I wondered if he'd ever kissed her like this. Part of me hoped he hadn't and I didn't understand that, really, I mean why I'd be thinking about that while we kissed. 

“Did you and Steve do this?” Greg asked me as we broke our second wonderfully long kiss.

“Yeah.” I sighed happily. “Take your cock out…I’ll show you what else.”

I hadn't made a decision to do it. I hadn't thought about it or anything, I just wanted to. Like spontaneous impulsive buying at the store. Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry!

Greg stared at me for a second and then he moved, rising up on his knees to undo his pants and free his hard penis. It pressed outward like a spring, bobbing up and down slightly as he released it. I shivered when I saw it too, large and beautiful, with dark veins and a smooth wetly rounded crown. I just lay there, pulling him forward with my hands so he could kneel above my body and lean forward, bringing his cock down to my eager lips.

“Ohhh…Jesus, Annie!” Greg groaned as I took him slowly into my mouth, sucking a good two or three fat inches into my mouth.

 I bathed his cock with my tongue. He wasn’t nearly as thick as Steve, or as long, but I thought it was nice anyway and it seemed a perfect fit for my little mouth. I had my hands on Greg’s tight ass, guiding his gentle thrusts so that he could just slide his hot prick in and out of the slippery soft ‘O’ I was making with my lips. I was getting a lot better at sucking cocks, I thought, but it was still only my third one and every now and then Greg would push just a little too deep and I would gag a little. But it wasn’t bad and I was enjoying it a lot. I thought about trying to take him in my throat, the way Coach had done with me, but I was still sore and it hurt when I swallowed a little, so I didn’t.

Greg fucked my mouth for a good ten minutes I think, giving little moans and groans and sighs of pleasure. His hands were on my head sometimes, touching me, stroking me and I liked it. He even reached back at one point, pressing his hand against the crotch of my jeans, putting a little pressure on my burning pussy, but I closed my legs, not wanting to be reminded that I had nothing there. I pulled my mouth off for a moment, telling him…

“No…No…don’t touch me. I don’t like it…” And he gave me a funny look, but did as I asked and left my pussy alone. I wished I had a cock, a big long hard one that he could feel for me, but I didn’t. All I had was that stupid pussy and I tried to forget about it.

“Ahhh…sis…Annie…I’m gonna cum…” Greg was speaking softly, warning me and I didn’t mind. I just sucked him harder, as if I might be able to draw his sweet sperm out of his balls with my mouth. 

“Ahhh…God!” Greg arched his back and I felt it, much like I had Steve’s the night before, a series of rapid pulsing jets of my brother’s sperm shooting into my mouth, flooding it even as I tried my best to swallow it all down. I pulled him to me, disregarding the discomfort in my bruised throat and his cock slid all the way inside, catching me mid-swallow. That really seemed to push him over the edge and Greg held my head tight as his balls jumped, unloading his semen into my waiting tummy.

“Oh Christ! That was good, Ann…God! You did that with Steve?” He’d pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth and I licked around my lips, smiling up at him.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Don’t tell anybody, okay?”

“I won’t, no…I swear, sis! Jesus!” He was smiling like he’d just won the lottery or something. “That was fantastic! Can we do it again?”

I laughed at him. “Yeah, sometime, but I need a shower, Greg.” I still hadn’t washed up from football practice and my pussy was so wet I felt like I’d peed myself.

“Oh, yeah…okay.” Greg blushed a little bit and got off me slowly. The fact of what we’d just done was starting to sink in and it was harder for him, I think, than it was for me. I loved sucking cock. And I loved my brothers. So…what was wrong with that?

“I’m uh…” Greg was putting his penis away, zipping up his pants and looking down. “I’m sorry I did that, I mean if…” He looked up at me and his pretty eyes were full of guilt I think. “Are you mad, Ann?”

“Mad?” I laughed and sat up. “No! I’m not mad at all! Why?”

“I don’t know I just never…”

“Now you did!” I giggled and I put my arms around him, giving him a tight hug. “I love you. You’re my brother.” I kissed him and he responded too, kissing me back even though I still had some sperm in my mouth. He didn’t care and everything was all right again.

Wednesdays. What is it about Wednesdays, I thought to myself as I stood in the shower, feeling that hot spray relaxing me. Thursdays are weird too, but Wednesdays…This had been the weirdest day of my life, by far! I washed myself slowly, feeling my boobs and really wishing they’d stop growing. If they stopped right then, like they were, just good handfuls, I figured it would be okay. But if they got bigger, like B or even C cups…I frowned. It was bad enough having a pretty face. But having a pretty body would totally ruin what I wanted.

I looked at my pussy too. I even slapped it, just once, but sort of hard. It was bad, a wicked little hole that I didn’t want. The idea of someone putting a penis inside there was almost…disgusting. I knew I had to touch it, sometimes, just to feel good. That was where the buttons were, the nerves and feelings that made me feel really good. But I didn’t like it. I tried to imagine a cock, like Steve’s, a real big one with plum sized balls hanging down between my legs. That would be so much better! I could live with the rest of my body, but my cunt…It was a betrayal.

I washed my butt too. Sliding my slippery soapy fingers between the firm globes of my ass, rubbing across my little anus and I pushed inside, experimentally. I’d never really done that before, felt inside it. The feeling was nice and strange and very…erotic to me. Coach had said I had a beautiful ass, a beautiful boy’s ass and he was going to fuck it. Steve too, he’d promised that he’d put his huge cock in my butt, just like I was a guy and that was the only hole I had. My ass and my mouth.

“Fuck my ass!” I whispered, just to feel my lips moving to make the words. “Fuck me in the ass!” I tried it a couple different ways, wondering how a boy would say it. A little faggot teenager like me, begging for it from his friend, from his coach.

I shoved my middle finger inside, sort of wriggling it around and it felt so nice. I was tight and warm inside and I could feel the muscles giving way reluctantly. I pushed a little, as if going to the bathroom, and I felt the pressure and it excited me. I slid my finger in and out slowly, closing my eyes and leaning up against the cool tiles of the shower wall. I was barely aware of what I was doing, that I was masturbating, but not with my pussy, with my ass. I was finger fucking my own ass, trying to imagine how a cock would feel, how it would hurt and stretch and push inside me. Steve’s cock was so big, even Coach’s was much larger than my finger. I shuddered as I imagined how much more full I would feel, how very much like a boy finally, getting ass fucked by a man.

I worked my finger back and forth until I almost thought I could cum, just from fingering my ass. My nipples were hard again and my pussy was like a furnace inside, the walls of my vagina humming and begging for some attention too. My clit was hard and if I touched it, even just once, I knew I’d orgasm completely. 

I’d had maybe 2 and half orgasms in my whole life up to that point. The first time was accidental and it had come so fast and unexpectedly, sweeping over my senses like a hurricane, that I’d been frightened by it. The second time had taken longer and it was different than the first, deeper, if that makes sense. And the half orgasm…That was maybe a third kind, that didn’t quite destroy me so totally as the other two, but left me breathless and happy and eager for more. Two and a half orgasms over a year or so of occasional masturbation…

There was one waiting for me now. Lurking and teasing and taunting me. I had images of Steve fucking me, of Coach throwing me over his big desk and raping my ass, calling me boy and fag and queer until I begged him for his sperm. I licked my lips, imagining I could still taste Greg, lovely sexy Greg, my closest brother. So innocent I thought, so afraid he’d made me angry…I wanted them all, right then in that shower with me. How different they seemed, how similar and wonderful my first three experiences with men. If only I had a cock, I breathed, and pulled my finger from my ass slowly, ignoring the desires of my useless cunt. I finished my shower, washing myself thoroughly and stepped out to dry myself off.

“Oh!” I just about had a heart attack when I opened the shower curtain and saw Scott sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. I hadn’t heard him come in or anything. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Here.” He handed me a towel. Our bathroom is sort of small and there wasn’t a whole lot of room between us as I stood there wet and naked.

“Thanks.” I rubbed my body dry while he watched me. “What are you doing in here? I thought I locked the door.”

“No, you didn’t.” Scott is different from other people. Maybe he’s just normal or something, and the rest of us are strange, I don’t know. 

He’s almost 20 and got certified through the vo-tech to fix cars. He’s probably the best mechanic in the family, better even than our dad, but he doesn’t look like a mechanic. Scott looks mostly like me, which means he looks more like our mom, than he does Daddy. His hair is light and he’s the only one of us who wears it long, meaning it actually covers his ears and even touches his collar. Scott’s eyes are blue, like mine, and he has the same heart shaped face and small pert nose. He is pretty, even more than Greg, who is pretty too, but takes after my dad. Scott is beautiful. People say I'm beautiful, but I'm a girl so I don't think it means as much.

He was looking at me now, with those blue eyes and I wondered what he was thinking about. I was close to all of my brothers. Not all of them were close to each other though, which I never figured out. Henry and Mark couldn’t even be in the same room together for more than 10 minutes without fighting. And Steve and Scott, they never talked, not even to argue, even though they shared the same room. It was like the other one didn’t exist for them. That was why it was such a big surprise when Scott said what he did.

“Steve told me about you guys.”

“What?” I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. “What do you mean?”

Inside my mind was a jumble of thoughts. Why wasn’t Steve here? And hadn’t he promised me that he wouldn’t say anything? I tried to remember what Steve and I had said to each other the night before, I couldn’t remember exactly, but I was pretty sure he’d told me he wouldn’t ever say anything to anyone. And if he did tell someone, I’d have bet my last dollar that it wouldn’t have been Scott!

“He said you gave him a blow-job.”

“Why would he tell you that?” I asked, not really prepared to try and dispute the truth. Nor was I ready to admit it though, either.

“Because, uh…” He looked around, but it was still a small bathroom. “I do it too.”

“Do what?” I stopped moving, frozen as I bent halfway over with my left foot on the edge of the tub.

“Give him blow-jobs.” He said softly. "I'm gay."

“Oh.” I had no idea what to say to that. It didn’t bother me a whole lot, obviously, and it even explained some things. I nodded and thought about it for a minute, then I sat down on the tub, holding the towel in my lap.

“I always have been, but I couldn’t tell anybody.” He laughed a little. “Dad would have kicked my ass and then kicked me out.”

“Yeah.” That was the truth. “But you told Steve?”

“A long time ago, yeah.” He shrugged. “I had to tell someone or I thought I’d go crazy, you know?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “I do know.”

Scott nodded. “Yeah. Steve told me you’d understand and that you were…sorta…”

“I’m gay too, yeah.” I looked at him and said it without trying to be funny. “I mean, I would be if I wasn’t…” I gave a helpless little shrug and lifted my towel away.

“A girl yeah.” Scott gave me a wry smile. “You’re lucky, believe me.”

“I don’t think so. You don’t know what it’s like, wanting to be a guy so bad all the time and every morning when I wake up, you know, I sort of expect I’ll just wake up different. Like I dream about it sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you can do whatever you want to.” Scott pointed out. “You can give a guy a blowjob or something and nobody is going to beat you up for it.”

“I don’t know. The guys I like, the kind I think I like, don’t want me though. Like you, does this do anything for you at all?” I stood up and let my brother look at me, I spread my legs slightly so he could see my pussy and even reached down to spread my lips just a little.

“Well, no…” He admitted.

“See? How am I going to get together with a guy who wants a boy, if I’m not a boy?”

“I don’t know.” Scott was smiling and it made me smile too, as I thought about how strange our conversation was getting.

“So why did Steve tell you?” I started drying myself off again.

“He thinks I can help you.” Scott waved his hand. “Like I can be your faerie godmother or something and introduce you to all my gay friends.” He sounded a little sarcastic, or maybe just cynical, but not gay. Don't go thinking he's a stereotype, with a lisp and weak wrists. He's not.

“Do you have a lot of gay friends?” I paused and stared at him.

“No.” He shook his head. “I knew a couple guys at the vo-tech, but they’re long gone now. Mostly I just go down to Pullman if I want to find somebody, you know, like a one time thing.”

“Pullman?” I gave him a look. “That’s like 3 hours away!”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But what am I gonna do? I can’t go cruising for sex around here!”

“Yeah, that’s true I guess.” I hadn’t really thought about it. “So you and Steve…?”

“Well, I do…Steve just let’s me. He’s straight but figures it’s okay if some fag wants to suck his dick, as long as he doesn’t have to do anything else.”

“That sucks.” I frowned a little. “Does he um…you know…”

“Fuck me?” Scott laughed softly. “Nah. He did before, a couple times when we were still in high school, but I think it made him nervous…like he might wake up gay or something.” 

“He said he was going to fuck me today.” I looked down a little. “Like a guy I mean…”

“In your ass?” Scott grinned. “That hurts the first time." He chuckled. "The first couple times.”

“So?” I shrugged.

“So, I’m just telling you. Steve’s got a big dick.”

“Yeah.” I bit my lip. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

I giggled. “Um, so are you gonna help me?”

“I don’t know. We’ll see…” he looked at the door. “Get dressed. We’ll talk in my room, okay?”

“Are you gonna fuck me?” I looked at him.

“I…” he lifted his hands. “I don’t think I could, really Ann. I mean it wouldn’t…”

“What because you’re my brother?”

“No, I don’t care about that. Steve fucked me!” He laughed. “I just don’t think I could get…hard. You know?”

“Oh.” I looked down and frowned. “Yeah. That might end up being the story of my life.”

“Nah. You worry too much.” He got up and opened the door. “Just get dressed, okay?”

I got dressed quickly. Greg wasn’t in the room any more, which was sort of a relief I suppose. He might have asked me why I took so long and then he might have gotten me to say something I shouldn’t have, although I couldn’t believe Scott was really gay and nobody knew about it but Steve. I put on some boys briefs and old jeans and a faded flannel shirt that was old and thin, but really comfortable. I combed my hair straight back like I do, which basically meant it stuck straight up, since it was only a couple inches long. And then I went to the room Scott shared with Steve.

Their room was pretty cool. Probably the coolest one in the house because they both liked weird stuff. They had an aquarium with all kinds of fish, lava lights, a bean bag chair, a killer stereo, except they had to use headphones mostly, and posters on the walls and stuff. Mostly hot chicks in thongs and rock groups, like Korn and Limp Bizket. I guess I knew now that the girl pictures weren’t Scott’s idea, or maybe it was his way of disguising himself. I knocked and walked in and Scott was sitting in the bean bag chair playing with his old guitar, trying to play along with Johnny River’s doing a live version of ‘Memphis’. He always listened to off the wall music, stuff you’d never even think of listening to, but when you heard it…Wow! I got on the bed and just sat there listening and enjoying it totally.

Scott’s guitar was something he made himself, although he pretended he didn’t and I don’t know why. He called it a ‘Gibson Preacher’ like it was some sort of guitar you could just go out and buy, but I’d watched him and it was like a Frankenstein. It had a Gibson Les Paul body, with a Fender Telecaster neck, and the pickups and all the guts were taken from a Gibson SG. I made his pick guard for him, cutting a really thin slice of stainless into half a heart and I flanged it, just a little and it was like a mirror after I buffed it. The whole thing was stripped, the body and the neck, and just stained and lacquered. I liked to play it, but I wasn’t as good as Scott was.

“Here…” He gave it to me and I grinned.

“Hit that Screamer when I get there, okay?” I told him, cause Scott kept all his pedals up on a little table mostly. I started playing ‘Seven Nation Army’ real slow at first and Scott was banging on his thighs for my imaginary drums, and when I got to the part where the song goes about 3 octaves higher and the guitar takes off, he hit it and I cranked the volume…It was good!

“You’re getting better.” Scott told me. But that is an easy song, really easy, and it always cheers me up. “You wanna learn ‘Ring of Fire’?”

“Huh?” I laughed. “What’s that?”

“Johnny Cash. You’ll like it.” He promised. He went to the closet and found his old acoustic guitar and started tuning it a little.

And so we just saying there, playing guitar for about half an hour before I stopped. It was hard on my fingertips because that Telecaster neck is kind of wide. Kyle had a Ibanez that fit my hand perfect, it was more like the size of a ping-pong paddle. I could fly on that thing. Plus it had a whammy bar! Oh yeah…waaaaang! I loved it.

“I want a boyfriend.” I told Scott. He was still strumming, something weird about some guy in El Paso, he’d even sing too, between talking.

“So do I!” Scott grinned.

“You had one before, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah, sort of. Remember that guy, Darryl, came by a couple times?” 

“Yeah, he was cute. You were doing it with him?” I’d never have guessed that guy was gay. He’d looked like…well, like a regular guy.

“Uh-huh.” Scott shrugged. “Anyway, if all you want is sex…” He looked at me rather pointedly, since I was just his little sister. “Then that’s a little different than finding a boyfriend, you know?”

“Mmmm…okay.” I flushed a little, thinking about sex, of course. “I want sex, I guess. I mean, I’ve only given 3 blow jobs in my whole life.” I giggled at the look on Scott’s face.

“Maybe um, maybe you’re too young for this stuff, Ann.” Scott frowned at me. “There’s a lot of other stuff in life and…”

“How old were you?” I asked. “The first time, when you really got interested.”

“Uh…About the same I guess, 14 or 15 probably.” He admitted a little reluctantly. “But I’m a guy, its a little dif…”

“I’m a guy too, Scott!” I laughed. “I swear, I am…I’m just…I just look like a girl, okay?”

“Yeah, so you say.” But he didn’t look too sure. “Well, if all you want is sex then uh, well…we go to the highway.”

“The highway?” I sat back a little. “Why?”

“Cause that's where the sex is.” He looked at his watch. “If we go now, we can be back before midnight.”

“I come back at midnight and Daddy will kill me!”

“Nah. We’ll say we’re going to Beaverton. Steve will cover for us, don’t worry.”

“And we’re going to get sex?” I stared at him.

“Yeah.” Scott grinned and I think he was a little excited at the prospect himself. “As long as you don’t mind sucking a stranger’s cock.”

“I don’t mind!” I giggled nervously, feeling my heart thumping at the thought of sucking a stranger off.

“Uh-huh.” Scott laughed at me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You love me.” Got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah. That’s my point.” He knew what I was going through though. Him more than anyone else understood this need to discover sex. It was like a fire and if I didn't feed it, then...it would consume me. "Steve's gonna kill me." Scott muttered, mostly to himself.

The interstate was about 45 minutes away and then we drove another 20 minutes or so west, towards Seattle. We talked along the way about different stuff, mostly how hard it was trying to find a guy to be with. I knew how to tell if a boy liked me, I mean as a girl, but was it the same for gay guys? I didn’t think so, and Scott’s experiences weren’t very encouraging either. Maybe it was different in the cities, like Spokane, or Seattle, or even down by Pullman where the big college was. Lots of fags down there, I bet! But around Squinosha and Beaverton and the middle-of-nowhere Washington? If you were gay you were just passing through, probably in a big hurry!

Or else you went to the Rest Area, a simple wooden building with bathrooms, vending machines, and a big plastic map that said ‘You Are Here’ just in case you didn’t know where exactly Middle-of-Nowhere was. There were some picnic tables, and a place to walk your dog, and a parking lot for truckers to park and sleep. It was a full service Rest Area and I wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to work, but Scott clued me.

Along the way I dug through his little CD collection. Scott drove an old 71 Challenger, like Barry Newman drove into the bulldozers in Vanishing Point. My Daddy was a muscle car freak, so naturally our familial opinion was that any car built after 1973 or so really sucked. Never mind the fact that my oldest brother hadn’t even been born until 1980, he drove Chevy Nova that we’d squeezed a 400 small block into. That car pretty much hauled ass, but the Challenger wasn’t bad, even with the stock Mopar plant.

“What, no Village People?” I grinned at Scott. 

We were flying down route 370 doing about 85 and it was fun and curvy. Every now and then we’d pass a sign with an arrow pointing left or right and it would say ‘25’ on it…I didn’t know until I took Driver’s Ed that the number meant you were supposed to slow down, my brothers always sped up it seemed. Or maybe outside just slowed down, I don’t know.

Scott grinned back. “Uh…no, no Village People, sorry. But I got some Roy Clark in there.”

“Who?” I found it and sort of squinted at the guy’s face. “He looks like a pumpkin.”

“Yeah.” Scott agreed. “Play uh, track number three, you’ll like it.”

So, we listened to some red neck pumpkin head singing ‘I Never Picked Cotton’ while we rushed through the sunset. It was surreal, which matched my whole day up to that point perfectly!

On the interstate though, we pulled into the parking lot and it was about eight o’clock or so, which meant we had a couple hours at least. “Okay, um…here’s how this place works. All the guys who live around here, in the small towns like Squinosha and Wilverness, know about the rest area. There are other places too, but this is like the quick fix, okay? So were not worried about the people just driving through to Grandma’s house.”

I giggled at that.

“There’s a couple ways to play it. One way is to sort of hang out, mostly on the other side, because the truckers park over there and they’re usually looking for something. They know about this place too. So you get a soda and a cigarette and sit on a picnic table and…hang out.”

“What?” I laughed. “Sit on a picnic table drinking a coke and some guy is going to ask me to have sex?”

“Uh, not right away probably. If a guy is looking to hook up he’ll walk around, stretch, relax, maybe say hi…ask how you’re doing, where you’re headed, that kind of thing. How you act, how you say it with your body, with your eyes…that’s more important than the words, you know? Body language.”

“Okay.” I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“The other thing is to go in the bathroom, the men’s room over there, and go in the last stall, the one next to the wall.” I nodded as Scott spoke slowly. “There’s a glory hole in there and…”

“A what?”

“A glory hole, it’s a hole in the wall, well…the partition, between the stalls. Anyway, you get in the one stall and wait and a guy comes into the other one and if he’s looking for a blowjob, he’ll stick his dick through the hole.”

“Really?” That sounded kind of…bizarre.

“Yeah, or he might ask you to stick yours through so he can blow you.”

“But I don’t have anything to blow.” I sighed.

“Right so, uh…don’t worry about it. Someone asks you, just say no, you don’t want one.”

I thought about it for a second. “So I’m going in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, that’s the best probably, you look like a guy, sort of, but…like a 12 year old, you know? So if you’re sitting outside, even if somebody thinks you’re a guy, he probably won’t want anything to do with you. And if he does, then it’ll be in his truck and then he’s gonna know you’re a girl and…” Scott made a face. “We don’t need that, right?”

“Right.” I agreed.

“Besides, the bathroom is safer.”

“Safer?” I giggled. “What, I’m gonna get attacked by a bear or something?”

“No, stupid.” Scott tugged me a little so I looked up at him. “There’s some stuff you gotta worry about, okay. First thing is the cops. The highway patrol, they stop by when they’re driving past. Just to see if anybody’s stranded, or making sure nobody is breaking into the vending machine or something. But they know fags come here sometimes too and if they catch us they’re probably gonna give us a lot of shit about it. Especially since your just 14 and a girl.”

“So…avoid the cops.” I nodded. “What do I do if one comes in the bathroom?”

“If you’re alone in there, just make like you’re taking a dump. If you’re sucking somebody’s dick, then just cool it. Don’t worry, I’m gonna keep and eye, if I see a cop coming I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.”

“The other thing is some guys just wanna beat up a fag, okay? You get two or three guys, probably drunk and pissed and looking for an excuse. You ask a guy if he wants a blowjob and he ain’t queer, he’s gonna be offended.” Scott chuckled. “No doubt, so you don’t ask first and you don’t have anything to do with a guy if he ain’t alone. You don’t go anyplace with the guy, you don’t drink his beer, you don’t tell him your name. This is a fucking rest area, okay, not a social club.”

“Okay.” I thought he was being sort of negative all of a sudden. Was this what life was like for a gay guy?

“You’re just here to get your rocks off…er…get your jollies, you know? You wanna suck some dick. If some guy starts getting pissed, you just run, got it? Run back here to the car, but I’ll be close, like I said. You ain’t gonna be alone.”

“These uh, guys that beat up fags…” I bit my lip a little. “Are there a lot of those guys?”

“Nah. But all it takes it one, you know? Lots of assholes in the world, Ann, so just be cool and everything's okay.” He looked at me and smiled reassuringly. “You uh…Do you swallow?”

I laughed at that, it was so totally unexpected. “I guess, yeah. I like it.” I nodded.

“Well, don’t be swallowing, okay? Just suck a little and when they start cumming just spit it out or jerk the guy on the floor. You don’t know where these guys have been.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m gonna suck their dicks, so what’s the difference?”

He just shrugged. “And don’t let anybody fuck you! In the ass or wherever, just blow jobs!”

“Yeah, alright.” I sort of bobbed my head.

And so I was introduced to the joy and wonder of gay glory hole sex! I was a little nervous walking into the men’s room, but not too bad. We watched it for awhile and didn’t see anyone coming or going for a few minutes, so that was my chance. I really didn’t want to bump into someone going through the door, you know? There was only three or four cars there anyway, and a couple big semi-trailers on the other side.

Scott went in with me and it was just like he said. There were 4 stalls lined up against the cinderblock wall and the last one had a smooth hole in it, not like it was cut really, just punched through and smoothed out around the edges. It was big enough for a cock, that was for sure, and just about in the right spot that I could sit on the toilet and just lean over and forward a little. I grinned when I saw it and then closed and locked the stall door, giving Scott a little wave. He looked sort of worried, but I suppose that was only natural for a big brother. He promised he’d be waiting outside, sitting on the hood of his car and drinking a soda or something.

It’s weird being in a boy’s bathroom alone. Real quiet and I started getting a little nervous, well, I was already nervous! I just mean more nervous. I heard some people come in, using the urinals and leaving and it seemed like I was in there a long time before somebody came in and sort of walked around a little, judging from his footsteps. Then the door next to mine opened with a little squeak and I felt my heart pounding! Somebody was next to me and I felt like hiding, for some stupid reason. But that was good, I think, because I didn’t want the guy to look through the hole and see my face either!

I think he was looking too, although it was hard to tell just from the shadows moving on the floor. Scott had told me that guys will usually look through the hole just to see if the other person is playing with his dick, but I didn’t have anything to play with! I was wondering if I shouldn’t do…something…I didn’t know what. But then I heard a husky voice whispering. “Show hard.” Was all he said and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. Was he asking me to show him my dick?

While I sat there pondering what to do I could hear the sound of the man undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. I did look then, I couldn’t help it! Just a quick little glance and he did have a hard dick, sort of big too, but not huge. There was a soft flapping kind of sound and I guess that was from his hand moving back and forth over his dick.

“Feels good.” The guy breathed. “Want it?” He was asking and I felt warm and tingly and seriously nervous. I thought my heart was going to jump right out of my mouth, honestly. My mouth was dry and I wondered what to do.

“Yeah.” I finally managed to say, trying to lower my voice to match his. I put my hand by the hole and sort of wiggled my fingers for a second; sincerely wishing my hand was bigger, or at least dirtier. I thanked God I didn’t have girly painted nails anyway.

I was rewarded a moment later though when the large hard penis pushed through the hole, far enough so he could actually fit his balls through as well, and they hung there against the sheet rock, heavy and hairy. I felt incredibly excited by this, mostly because the guy on the other side had no idea I was really a girl, but also because he was such a complete stranger. I didn’t know what he looked like, if he was handsome or ugly or anything. It turned me on thinking that I could even know the guy, or see him on the street and we’d pass, having no idea that I’d sucked his dick!

I took him in my hand gently at first, marveling again at how hot and heavy a penis was. I stroked it for a second and then bent down, taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. It was different than the other cocks I’d had so recently, more…musky, powerful and slightly acrid. Perhaps he was less clean, I thought, and that bothered me not at all. I loved the man smell, the taste of him. I enjoyed it and savored it as I started working my lips up and down the shaft, slowly working him deeper inside me until his cockhead touched the back of my throat. I was careful not to let it gag me, or make me cough. For some silly reason I think that would have embarrassed me.

He wasn’t saying anything on the other side, and I was trying to be as quiet as I could, but it was still noisy, still loud to my ears as my sucking made wet slurping sounds. I could get about half of him in my mouth, maybe more than half, without choking and I used my right hand to massage his cock and my left hand fondled his balls. They were pretty neat too, warm and soft in that loose sack and I rolled them between my fingers. I really wished I had balls; I could have played with those things all day long I think.

Anyway, I guess I was getting better at sucking cock because it didn’t take very long before I heard the guy grunting a little and pushing against the wall, trying to get more of his swollen cock in my mouth. He didn’t warn me at all either, it was just a sudden flood of sperm shooting into my mouth and that did make me cough, just a little, because I wasn’t ready for it! But I swallowed it down, as fast as I could and some of it leaked out around my lips, but not too much I think. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing until he pulled himself slowly away. I watched it disappear with some small regret, but satisfaction too. I used my finger, wiping around my mouth and I sucked that clean too.

“Thanks.” The guy whispered and I heard his pants and belt and then the door swinging open and he left.

I was probably in there for another 40 minutes before another right someone came in and I could do it again. I even had a pee, I mean as long as I was sitting there and everything. The second time was easier, since I sort of knew what to expect. This guy had undone his pants quickly and when I took a peek I could see his cock was hard. It was shorter than the other guy's, but a little fatter I thought and I whispered to him, asking if he wanted a blow job. A second later I had his dick in my mouth and it was a lot fatter! But shorter, like I said, so I could take almost the whole thing and that was pretty good for both of us.

I was so horny by then too, my pussy was dripping in my pants and I tried to ignore it. My tummy too was doing little flip-flops and my boobs, my nipples were so hard they felt cold and almost painful as they rubbed against my shirt. But I could deal with my tits, everybody had those, right? I mean guys must feel like that too sometimes. Or maybe not, I don’t know, but even if they didn’t it wasn’t that big of a deal. But my pussy…I was going to have to do something about that. I just didn’t know what!

When the guy came I was ready and I swallowed it all. His sperm was a little thin though, more watery than the last guy and that was weird. But it tasted good anyway. Not too salty and kind of buttery, at least to my mind. In fact every guy’s sperm tastes a little different. I don’t know if it’s what they eat or what, but I like it. Think how boring it would be if everyone was the same all the time!

After that guy left I sat in there for another half hour, but nobody else came to the stall next to mine. Scott came in finally and knocked on the door telling me it was time to go. I opened the stall door, looking at him sort of sheepishly and he shook his head, grinning at me.

We left the bathroom quickly and got in the car before we talked.

“Well?” He glanced at me in the soft glow of the headlights. “How was it?”

“It was awesome, dude!” I laughed and I burped a little. I’d been burping a lot and it tasted like sperm, I guess because I’d swallowed a lot of air while I was sucking those dicks.

“There’s gum in the glove compartment.” Scott pointed. “You need to watch out for sperm breath.”

I giggled at that. “Sperm breath?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and laughed to. “You swallowed, huh?”

I nodded. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Sure.” He made a face. “You know uh, you have to…well…” He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what, or at least how.

“What?” I was popping like three strawberry Bubble Yums in my mouth.

“Just don’t be a slut, okay?”

“A slut?” I stared at him, chewing the big gob of sugar in my mouth.

“Yeah, you know, sucking every dick you find. Fags can be sluts too you know, and it isn’t good.” He looked at me. “Okay?”

“Sure, okay.” I rocked my head and grinned. 

Like whatever you say, man. A slut! I wasn’t going to be a slut! I just wanted to…explore! I smiled to myself. I wanted to find out what this sex thing was all about, that’s all. I liked it, it didn’t hurt anybody, so how wrong could it be? But I didn’t say any of that.

“I mean it, Ann.” Scott was still going on about it though. “You get a reputation and then the whole town’s gonna know and then Dad’s gonna know…”

“Yeah.” I sounded bored.

“And then we gotta kick some guy’s ass or something and…”

“I heard you, Scott! Jeeze! I just wanted to do it a little!” I looked out the window. “You brought me!”

“Yeah.” He shut up after that. But now you see why I said Scott is kind of weird. He was like my mom sometimes, if I had a mom, I mean. Part of me suspected he was a little jealous because he’d just sat there guarding me and didn’t get any dick for himself. But I put that out of my head, feeling guilty, because he was watching out for me. And maybe I needed that more than I knew.

We got back home before 12:30 and that was a good thing, because I was seriously tired! Everyone else seemed to be asleep and I waited until Scott was done, undressing and putting on a pair of boxers, before I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I was halfway done when the door opened and Steve poked his head inside.

“Hphhh…” My mouth was full of toothpaste and I looked at him, wanting to ask why he’d stood me up, if you wanted to call it that.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Scott taking care of you?” He stepped in, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Pleh! I spit and nodded. “Yeah, I can’t believe you told him!” I whispered.

“Aw, it’s okay. Scott is cool.” He handed me a plastic bag. “I was down in Pullman, I got you something.”

“What?” I dried my hands quickly and looked inside. I pulled out a cardboard box, like a doll might come in, and I looked at it.

FLESHTIQUE! SUPER REALISTIC STRAP-ON DILDO!

It said, and I could see it through the clear plastic front of the box. There was a little sticker that said ‘Molded from a plaster cast of Burt Biggs!’ whoever he was. It looked real, that was for sure! About 9 inches long and as big around as Steve’s easily. It was even painted to look real, with veins and everything. There were fake balls too, big and swollen like they were full of sperm! 

I giggled and grinned at Steve and opened the box, pulling the big fake cock out. I had to undo some twisty tie things, but that didn’t take long. It had a soft plastic base with straps, sort of like my jock strap, attached to it. It wasn’t too hard to figure out, really and Steve closed the toilet lid and sat down, watching me as I shucked my boxers and put the dildo on, pulling it snug across my pelvis so the base almost covered my pussy totally, but not quite. That was okay though. I had a dick! And balls too, but they were sort of stiff and they didn’t really swing or anything.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror attached to the back of the door, turning this way and that. It looked cool and funny and weird and totally like it belonged on my body, I thought, even with my smallish boobs. I rubbed it a little, pretending I could feel it, and I jerked off, grinning at myself like an idiot in the mirror!

“I got something else too.” Steve said, before I could even thank him for my present. He reached into the bag, bending over since I’d pretty much just dropped it, and pulled out a tube of something called ‘Asstro Super-Lube!’

“What’s that for?” I looked at it. “Natural oil-free, water-based lubricant.” I read the label.

“Bend over and I’ll show you.” Steve grinned and kissed me softly and then harder as I responded eagerly. He was going to keep his promise after all!

We kissed and while I sucked Steve’s tongue I worked my hands on the soft flannel sleep pants he was wearing. He didn’t have any underwear on and as soon as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down his big hard cock sprang up like long hot jack in the box, pressing against my tummy.

“Put some of that stuff on my dick, Ann.” Steve whispered and I nodded, opening the tube and squeezing some out. It didn’t look like much, but it was pretty damn slippery!

I rubbed it all over Steve’s cock and it seemed to swell even more as I squeezed and pushed and pulled at him, my slippery fingers moving easily back and forth.

“Is that enough?” I breathed and Steve thought it was.

“Turn around, and bend over a little.” He told me, spinning me with his hands so I could grab the edges of the sink. I felt his fingers rubbing between my ass cheeks and it tickled a little, making me wriggle my little butt. Steve rubbed some of that lube around my anus and then pushed a finger inside me. It didn’t hurt, but it felt different, bigger than my fingers had been, that was for sure.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Just…go slow, okay?” I was so excited I could barely stand! My lungs labored to get air into my body and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest, rushing hot blood through me so that it seemed like the house was on fire or something. I stared down at my new cock, swaying wickedly between my smooth creamy thighs, so out of place and still so perfect, I thought. I wish I could have fucked somebody with it right then. But I was the one who was going to get fucked! And that thought was making me dizzy!

“I will, sis…” Steve whispered and then I felt his cockhead, rubbing between the firm round globes of my 14 year old butt. He put it right to my tiny asshole, digging into my body with the fingers of his left hand, spreading my ass so he could see where he was going with that beautiful cock of his. I had my eyes closed and my body was tense, even though I was trying like crazy to relax. I just couldn’t though, I was almost standing on my tip-toes in anticipation!

“Relax…relax…” Steve was telling me and then I felt it! He was pushing slowly, gently and trying to force that big smooth lubed head inside my way too small butt hole! “Shhhh…” I was barely aware that I’d made a soft groan as I felt my virgin ass being split open, slowly but surely. “Just get it inside, sis…” Steve breathed and then…

*POP* 

Just like that I suddenly felt my little girl butt ring open, stretch and then snap tight around the rim of Stave’s fat prick! He was in me, just the head and it didn’t hurt at all, it was just a little uncomfortable I thought, but not in a bad way either! I liked it!

“Here it comes, Ann….” Steve ran a hand along my spine, soothing me before he grabbed my hips tightly with both hands. “Time for your first ass fuck!” He whispered urgently.

I tried to be quiet! I really did, but Steve pushed inside me so quickly and so hard it just seemed like he tore right though my body all the way into my tummy! I groaned loudly, maybe even gave a short little scream, because it did hurt! It hurt a lot that first time, like it was burning me, my muscles forced to stretch around that huge dick in my virgin ass! I was sure that he’d ripped something inside me and my body instinctively tried to get away, but Steve held me tight!

“Shhhh….almost there, sis…you’re okay…okay…just relax now…”

And it was okay really. I mean the initial pain, like being stabbed with an especially hot and blunt knife in my guts, went away after a minute, maybe even less. Then it was more like an ache, really, a deep hard cramp that just wouldn’t go away. I realized I was holding my breath and I let it out slowly and that helped a lot too. As soon as I started breathing again everything got better right away. Steve pushed again and there was another lance of pain, but not so bad, not like before and then he was in. All the way in! It happened really quickly, I couldn’t believe it. I reached down, under my new fake cock, between my legs and felt the little bit of his shaft that wasn’t in my ass and below that his big heavy balls.

“That’s it?” I gasped. I stood very still, bent over with my back arched a little, my butt sticking out, just feeling Steve with my fingers.

“It’s all the way in.” Steve whispered. “You’re so tight, sis! God! Just…don’t move for a minute, get used to it…”

I think Steve wanted to get used to it too! I could feel my muscles squeezing, but I couldn’t decide if they were trying to pull him deeper, or push him out! My body was totally confused by the sensation of having my brother’s big cock buried to the hilt in my tiny rectum! I moved a little though, I just couldn’t help it. I could feel his prick through the thin walls separating it from my pussy and it felt good! The molded base of that dildo rubbing my clit felt good too and I used one hand to grab my cock, sliding my fingers around it, wiggling and jerking it like it was real and every little vibration of movement fed directly to my clit!

“Ohhh Christ, Ann…your ass is so good, sis!” Steve leaned over, kissing my neck and I turned my head so we could really kiss. And while we did we were both moving, just a little, working his cock back and forth in little circles. Not so much in and out, just pressing all around on the inside of my ass. It was the best experience of my life, the best experience I’d had in a wonderfully strange day full of them!

“Fuck me!” I moaned, wanting to feel it finally. I wanted to know how Steve’s large penis would feel sawing in and out of my ass, sliding out slowly and thrusting back in deep. “Do it…Steve…oh please…!” I was practically begging for it!

Steve obliged me too, taking my by the hips again and then moving his cock, gently at first, in and out of my ass. I felt pain and discomfort, of course, my body protesting this intense invasion of my most private place, but I didn’t care at all. It just felt too good! There were so many good things that the bad stuff just washed away. I held onto the sink, pushing back when I felt Steve pushing in, and pretty soon he was moving faster, his cock moving easily in and out of me. I was breathless and moaning and biting my lips, trying to stifle the sounds his great prick was bringing from deep inside me.

Every now and then I could feel Steve’s heavy low-hanging balls slapping against my pussy as he fucked my ass. And my own cock, fake though it was, felt so good! It was bobbing and swaying and putting delicious pressure on my clit and I felt the quivering in my tummy moving down, through my sex and around the my thighs. My knees felt weak and I thought I’d collapse, but my brother’s strong hands held me steady, and he fucked me even harder, sensing the rapture flooding my senses. I started cumming and it was like the end of time, my brain just shut down and everything for me was physical. I shuddered and cried out so loudly that Steve had to put his hand over my mouth, whispering for me to be quiet!

But I couldn’t, it was an impossible thing, stifling that most wonderful orgasm of my young life. Everything that came before, the orgasms that I thought I’d had, were nothing, they were forgotten in the excitement that now totally possessed me! I never, ever wanted that feeling to end and I was still cumming, thrusting my ass back against Steve’s cock in urgent, awkward movements when he pulled me hard to him, his mouth finding mine and his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his cock suddenly erupted deep in my ass. I sucked his tongue hard, mewling like a kitten beneath the feverish ecstasy of both of us cumming together like that. Waves of heat rolled through me and I could feel the spreading fiery warmth of Steve’s sperm in my bowels. He held me like that, kissing me and keeping me on my feet until our moments finally slowly passed.

“Oh sweet Jesus…” Steve was smiling big and he kissed me, over and over. “God that was so good…so fucking good Annie!" He kept saying it over and over, his words ragged and hoarse.

All I could do was nod in agreement, feeling my muscles still squeezing against him, feeling the weird squishy sensation of my brother’s sperm deep in my ass. I couldn’t speak, it was hard enough just breathing, and my heart just refused to slow down…But it finally did and slowly, reluctantly, Steve pulled his cock from ass, so that I was left with a strangely uncomfortable emptiness.

“We have to do that a lot!” I finally managed, turning around so I could kiss him some more.

“Yeah.” Steve was still smiling, nodding and wiping some sweat off his forehead.

I reached down and felt his cock, slippery and hot and still half-erect. I knelt down without saying anything and took him in my mouth.

“Ann, you don’t have to…”

He started to protest, maybe finding it nasty or something, that I’d take his cock in my mouth after he’d cum in my ass, but I didn’t care. I thought it was beautiful and I wanted to show him. I just cleaned him, sucking and licking and kissing. It did taste a little different than it had before, but maybe that was the Super-Lube stuff, although the tube had said it was tasteless and odorless. I didn’t care anyway though. I cleaned Steve thoroughly until I reached the point where If I kept sucking I was going to end up giving him a blow job and I think we both wanted to sleep.


I stood up and Steve kissed my cheek, and then even my mouth and that was the best, and then he took the plastic bag and the box and left. I reached back to feel my ass and I used some toilet paper to wipe myself. There was a little bit of blood, and that scared me, but it was just a tiny bit. There was sperm leaking out of me, but that felt sort of nice, in a weird way. I just wadded up some toilet paper and kind of plugged my butt hole, trying to keep it inside me. I put my boxers on and found I could loosen one of the straps and push my new dick down, through one of the legs in my shorts. The head stuck out, and it looked funny, but I didn’t care. I was going to sleep like that, with my new big dick between my legs!

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