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Labeled a Fag at the Christian School.

Dream of Saturday, August 16th, 2003

By Markus Red

I didn't see what the big fuss was about. I had only forgotten my shampoo 
and had gone back to get it. No big deal! Since I had already gotten wet, 
and I was gonna get right back into the shower again right away, I only put 
my robe on to fetch it, leaving my clothes in the guests room bathroom.

I'd better tell you how this whole mess started. The boys showers on the 
second floor had some major plumbing problems, and since they were on the 
same lines as the girls showers on the third floor, the showers on both 
floors had to be turned off while they were being fixed. That meant that all 
of us seventy kids had to use the seven showers in the guest rooms on the 
first floor.

Since I had just transferred to this almost bankrupt Christian school from 
another school, even though I was older than some of the other boys, I was 
still low man on the totem pole, and I was the last guy to get to shower 
before the girls got their turn.

I know, ladies first, but this was a Christian sect that thought that men 
should always come first. First to eat, first in this, first in that. Blah, 
blah, blah. Women were below men. After all, the woman had succumbed to 
Satan's temptation and dragged Adam down with her.

The guests quarters were large and roomy with twin king sized beds, after 
all, nothing was to good for visiting dignitaries, and the bathrooms were 
large and roomy, too.

The showers were separate from the bath tub and toilet, having it's own six 
foot by six foot stall. The shower head would pivot from wall to wall, and 
was adjustable from over your head, to below your waist. It even had a 
built-in seat on one side, to shower while sitting down if you were old or 
fat.

Even though no girl was suppose to enter the guests quarters until every boy 
had finished and left, just outside the bathroom door was the biggest Bitch 
in the school. The top dog, so to speak. I told the red headed 
seventeen-year-old Sherry, who was the top dog of the girls half of the 
school, that I forgot my shampoo, and would be right back.

She told me that if I snoozed, I loosed.

"Yeah, right!" I said, then told her, "Nuh, uh, uh! No cutting in line!"

Even though she was supposed to be the hottest girl in school, Sherry 
reminded me of my pushy mom, and my bitchy older sister, who always got her 
own way. She even had red hair like they did. I told Sherry that I would be 
right back, and I was gonna get my shower, no matter what she thought!

She just smirked at me. There were already girls coming in the door, so I 
told them also that I had forgotten my shampoo, I was sorry for the delay, 
and would hurry right back.

Returning with my favorite shampoo and excusing my way past about five 
giggly girls, wearing nothing but their bathrobes. On my way to the bathroom 
door, Kelly, the cute, long blond haired girl who had been next in line 
behind the Bitch, told me that I couldn't go in, because Sherry had taken my 
place. Her robe was cinched tight around her hot little body.

The way Kelly wore it reminded me of a Chastity belt.

I made a Raspberry sound and said I hoped that Sherry liked company, because 
I was gonna take my shower, whether she liked it, or not!

Kelly just grinned. Sherry was always snitching on Sherry, just to get her 
in trouble.

I ignored the whispering behind me as I walked right into the bathroom, 
closed the door, and dropped my robe.

Sherry said. "Who's there?" Then gave a 'YEEP!' as I joined her in the 
shower.

At first, she cowered in the corner and covered up like I was gonna try and 
do something to her, but, when she saw that not only was I not hard, but 
that I was ignoring her, she dropped her hands to her sides. It was NOT an 
improvement. Her tits sagged like an old womans, like my mothers tits did. I 
almost threw up, and I think she saw the expression on my face.

She looked and sounded pissed. "What the HELL are you doing in here?" She 
put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

"I'm taking my turn in the shower, thank you." I looked her up and down as 
she glared at me. Yep, she was just as ugly as my mom and sister was. "You 
might want to get a stronger bra." I said, referring to her freckled sagging 
tits, that, for some strange reason, all of the other guys in school seemed 
to love. "And you might try trimming that wild bush back a bit, too!" I 
added, referring to her red pubic hair, while even though it was sparse and 
thin enough not to poke past her bikini line, it was obviously unkept. I 
just couldn't for the life of me see what the other guys saw in her! She was 
just, so, so, yech!

I had just finished drying off after two shampoos and rinses as Sherry 
watched, open-mouthed, and had dried off and picked up my underwear, when 
Mrs. Peterson burst in and noted the pissed off look on her favorite pupils 
face. At least four girls, including Kelly, crowded in behind her. I smiled 
at the matron as I donned my undies, then my robe, noting the look of 
confusion when she saw that I wasn't hard. In fact, my poor little penis was 
trying desperately to crawl up inside my body to get away from Sherry, in 
spite of the steam from the hot shower.

"What? What's going on in here?" She stuttered.

I almost laughed. "Good evening Mrs. Peterson. You might want to inform 
Sherry here that co-ed showers are against the rules!" I could see Mr. Gail, 
the headmaster, looking in the door behind Kelly. She didn't know he was 
there. I added just for spite. "Boys shower with boys, and girls shower with 
girls! This place ain't co-ed, and I'd much rather see other naked boys, 
instead of Sherry. Yech!"

"Kelly piped up, anxious to get Sherry in trouble. "I TOLD her that Mark was 
still taking his shower! But would she listen? NO-OO! She just barged right 
in there and got naked!"

"Sherry seemed to be getting madder by the second. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" 
She screamed.

I didn't know wether she was cussing at me, or Kelly, but it was obvious 
that she was in even deeper shit than I was, since Mrs. Peterson and Mr. 
Gail had both witnessed her outburst. The dumb Bitch was still standing 
there with her hands on her hips, naked.

"I will see BOTH of you in my office! NOW!" He pointed to her nakedness. 
"And Sherry! Put something on! Show some modesty!"

"But! But! My shower!" Wailed Sherry, finally covering herself with her 
hands.

"My office! Now!" Repeated Mr. Gail as he turned and stormed past the girls.

I smiled sweetly at the girls as we filed past. I was glad that I had put 
something on, as Kelly had been staring at my crotch while loosening her 
robe, showing me that she really was naked under it, and even with Mr.' Gail 
standing behind her, I was starting to get an erection.

I kept thinking of how Kelly had looked at me. She had a longing, lost, 
puppy dog sort of look, and I think I saw one of her areolas! She had proved 
that her breasts didn't the support of a bra, either.

In his office, Sherry told her side of it, then I told my side of it. Mr. 
Gail just looked from her to me, and back again. Noticing that now I had an 
erection. I couldn't help it! I couldn't stop thinking of Kelly's pert 
little tits poking out of her robe at me!

Mr. Gail cleared his throat. "Sherry, you have a weeks detention." He held 
up his hand as she started to protest. "And don't even think to ask 'what 
for'!" He pointed at the door. "Now go get your shower. But, get to the back 
of the line. No cuts!" Mrs. Peterson stayed standing behind me. Her girls 
would tell her if Sherry cut in front of anyone.

He opened my file. I almost giggled. Would this go on my permanent record?

"Now then, Mark. I see that your last school left out the little fact of 
your sexual preference!"

"Huh?" The question caught me by surprise. No teacher had ever asked me if I 
liked Blonds, Brunets, or Red heads before!

He looked me in the eye. "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't get 
your erection until after I arrived on the scene."

What the fuck did he mean by that? Kelly had flashed me some tit!

He cleared his throat. "And, we won't tolerate any misconduct between you 
and any of the other boys!"

BOYS? My mouth dropped open. I didn't even think of any BOY that way! I 
shuddered. And, if I did, it surely wouldn't be some tall, skinny, preacher 
wannabe, who's hair looked like a cheap hair piece hovering two inches above 
his scalp!

He continued. "You need to control your urges!"

"My urges?" I protested. "I've never even looked at any other boy here, in 
the wrong way!" Then, it sunk in, he thought that I was a Homosexual? Maybe 
I could fuck with him a little. I flipped my hair back in a purely feminine 
gesture. "I would never go against what the Bible teaches, and do anything 
with another boy!" I looked down my nose at him. "And, far as my 'urges' 
goes, those are my Demons to wrestle, not yours!"

"Well!" He cleared his throat. "Now that we're sure of your little problem, 
we can't afford to let you stay on the second floor, where temptation might 
seduce you some night."

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Mrs. Peterson said. "We must be fair! We can't 
expel him for the girls actions, while he did nothing. But, now that we know 
that he's not attracted to girls, I think that it's very clear about what we 
should do with him!"

Mr. Gail asked, "What do you mean?" He seemed slightly confused, his hair 
bobbing up and down like it was on springs.

"Well, we can't let him stay on the second floor anymore, even in an empty 
room, and, if we made him stay in one of the guests rooms, everyone would be 
jealous. But, what if we put him in one of the empty rooms on the third 
floor?"

"But, what would everyone think?" Mr. Gail objected. "A boy? On the third 
floor? With the girls? Scandalous!"

Mrs. Peterson snorted. "Everyone already knows what he is! Didn't you hear 
the name everyone was calling him as we came down to your office?"

"No! What was it?"

She blushed. "Really now, should I say it in front of the boy?"

He gave a heavy sigh. "You may as well, he'll hear it soon enough from 
everyone else."

She sighed. "Fag! They were calling him a fag."

"Oh!" He still seemed perturbed. "But, what will people say?"

"Our student body will probably double, and that will save our school from 
going under!"

That got his attention. "Huh? Why?"

"Because." Mrs. Peterson patiently explained. "By this weekend, everyone 
will know that we are comforting a poor, lost, homosexual soul. Teaching him 
about Christ's love and Salvation. Something that the Catholic schools would 
never do, and the parents will decide to send their own kids here, where we 
care about everyones souls, no matter who, or what they are."

"Ah, okay. You take care of calling all of the parents, then, since you seem 
to know what to say." He turned to me. "Tonight, you will sleep on the third 
floor. Tomorrow, you move all of your stuff into your new room. Understood?"

What the Hell could I say? "Yes sir!"

Mrs. Peterson took me up to the third floor while Mr. Gail made an 
announcement over the intercom that any harassing of any minorities would be 
strictly dealt with in the harshest possible way.

She showed me how the combination lock worked, along with the secret number 
to the girls floor. (1,2,3,4,) Without yelling 'man on the floor', she took 
me all the way down the hall to the last room, past all of the open doors. I 
didn't look in any of them. I was to scared. One bare tit , one flash of 
thigh, and my little joke would rear it's ugly head, and come back to bite 
me in the Ass.

To keep from getting an erection, I kept thinking of Mr. Gail, naked, both 
patches of hair waving obscenely in the air at me, and my poor little pecker 
tried to become one with my bladder.

I felt torn between being miserable, and being joyous. I couldn't wear my 
robe to bed, and I couldn't get to the covers without it. I wasn't about to 
put on my dirty clothes, cause us guys'd had a food fight at supper. A very 
wet, sloppy, food fight. I didn't have my pajamas, just my underwear. So, 
after helping Mrs. Peterson turn down my bed, I sat at the study desk 
wearing my robe, and stared out the window until she left.

A little girl about nine-years-old came in and stood at my elbow. "Hi!" She 
said.

"Hello." I answered her. I noticed that she was a cute little brown haired 
girl wearing Barbie sleep wear. Shirt and matching panties. Her shirt was 
short, and a few inches of little girl belly was showing, along with her 
little outy belly button. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her baby 
bumps pushing against the fabric.

She ground her toe into the floor. "What's a Homo, Homo, uh."

"Homosexual?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, that's kinda hard to explain." I said as she crawled into my lap like 
it was story time. I hoped that she wouldn't notice my erection. Even though 
she was way to young, she was cuter then most girls my age were. "You know 
how Mommies and Daddies fall in love?"

She nodded her head and looked up at me with those big brown eyes. She was 
so adorable! I just wanted to hug her closer to me. And fuck her brains out.

I cleared my throat. "When a Mommy falls in love with another Mommy, or a 
Daddy falls in love with another Daddy, then, they are called Homosexuals."

"Oh!" She said, and continued to stare at me for a minute. Then she asked 
me. "So, don't you like to fuck girls?"

"What?" I would have fallen out of my chair if she hadn't been sitting in my 
lap. "Do you know what that word means?" I asked her.

"Yes!" She giggled. "It's when a boy sticks his penis in a girls vagina, and 
they both cum!"

I nodded my head in affirmation. "Yeah, that's pretty much what that word 
means!"

She looked up into my eyes again. "So? Would you fuck a girl?"

I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Only if she was as cute as you 
are!" I couldn't believe that I had just said that.

She giggled, kissed me on the cheek, jumped down, and ran out of the room.

Sherry was standing in the doorway. "I got a weeks detention, what did YOU 
get?"

She was wearing a see thru Teddy. My erection wilted when she came in, and I 
figured that it was gone for the night. I answered dryly. "If you're here, 
then apparently I got sent to purgatory."

"What's that? You mean like Hell?"

"Yeah! I nodded. "But not as permanent."

She mulled that over for a minute. "Are you really queer?"

I shrugged. "If you mean by my being queer, do I find you sexually 
attractive? Not a bit. Do I have better fashion sense than you do? Yes I do. 
Can I apply make-up better than almost any girl here! Oh yeah!" I smiled at 
her. "Come Halloween, I'll make myself up like a girl, and I'll be cuter 
than most of the girls here, including you."

"Oh you!" She fumed for no apparent reason, and stormed out.

I sat there until lights out. Then long after I crawled into bed, I lay 
awake listening to the loud snores from the other rooms, knowing that I 
couldn't jack-off, nor, could I seek the comfort of any of the nearby girls.

Yep, I was in purgatory, alright!

The next day, Kelly, her room mate, Sandy, her other room mate, Kendra, and 
the little Barbie girl, Becky, helped me move in. They couldn't go onto the 
second floor, but they waited at the door for me to bring them stuff to 
carry up. I was glad to get out of there after Doug made a comment about me 
looking at him in the shower and wanting to blow him. I told him that I 
choked on small bones. Maybe that wasn't the wisest thing to say.

Becky went nuts over my Wrestle-Mania magazines, practically drooling over 
Hulk Hogan's picture on the cover as she made kissy noises at him. Sandy 
made a comment about my having so many Cosmopolitan magazines, too. Cosmo is 
as close to playboy as I could find in this Bible belt town, and let's face 
it, those girls in those skimpy clothes are hot!

Then I went to the girls room to help them accessorize their clothes for the 
next church service.

That was one thing that I was good at. My mother and sister are total 
fashion Dweebs, so it was up to me to make sure that they didn't make me 
look bad, by them looking bad.

As the lowest person on the girls totem pole, which meant that I was the 
lowest person in the entire school. I was of course the very last 'girl' in 
line for everything, which meant that I was now the last of everyone in line 
for the guest room showers. The pipes were still busted to the dorms 
showers. Thank goodness that the toilets were on another line, or I can't 
imagine the chaos that would reign.

Kelly, Sandy, and Kendra, had traded places with the other girls to wait in 
line with me. I had thought it odd, but I guessed that girls don't care 
about the pecking order as much as boys do. Anyway, when Sandy was next in 
line to go in, as the freshly showered girl came out, somebody from another 
guest room called that the water was getting cold.

"Oops!" Kelly grinned. Time to double up! Just like we always do!"

"Double up?" I asked. "What do you mean?" I hoped that it meant what I 
thought it meant! Even if Kelly didn't pick me, showering with a naked girl, 
any naked girl, would be Penthouse Letters hot!

Kelly's grin got wider. "One person rinses, while the other one soaps up!" 
With that, Kelly, Sandy, and Kendra dragged me into the bathroom with them.

They had only worn their robes, so they were all naked in seconds. I had 
worn my tightest underwear under my robe to hide my stiffy. Ever had three 
naked girls pulling your underwear down while whispering, 'hurry up'?

When I was naked, too, I was really glad that I had jacked off not twenty 
minutes before. Even with the three naked beauties, my rod was still only at 
half-mast. We had all soaped up and rinsed off twice, when Kelly said 'Oh' 
and grabbed at her back. "Oh! That damn muscle!" She whined. "I pulled it 
during cheer leading practice today."

I knew a lot about women and their backs. I was the poor shmoe that had to 
knead out the sore muscles and cramps when my sister and mother had 'that 
time of the month' back home.

"Here, let me." I said, for once looking forward to kneading a girls naked 
flesh.

"Oh. Oh! That feels good!" She said, surprised. Then after I'd done her 
entire back. She asked. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

I sighed, "My mom and sister get cramps every month, and I have to knead 
them out for them."

"Oh." Then. "Here." Kelly said, turning around. "Do my front, too!" She 
stuck out her chest.

"Then me!" Both of her roommates chorused at the same time.

I was in Heaven! But, being a good Homosexual, I started at her upper neck 
and worked down, staying away from the fatty areas that I wanted to caress 
and kiss, and just worked on her muscles. She was very relaxed by the time I 
got to her ankles. Doing the back of her legs from the front had been more 
than merely pleasant, it had brought my nose to within inches of her sex. 
She had a pleasant, musky aroma. I couldn't take it any longer. I stood up 
and faced her again. "Would you like me to finish your total body massage 
now?"

"Mmmm?" She asked dreamily. "What haven't you done to me yet?"

I shook my head 'no'. "I can't tell you the secret, I can only show you, 
but, only if you ask me to."

She smiled dreamily. Her roommates were practically drooling. "Okay then, 
show me!"

I started with feather light touches up by her hair line, working my way 
down across her face, then her jaw, her neck, and to her chest. As I circled 
her areolas with feather light touches, I whispered. "Would you like the hot 
and cold treatment, too?"

"Oh yes! Please!" She begged.

I took the flat of my tongue and lay it on her right Areola, getting it nice 
and wet, then I pulled back several inches and blew cool air across it. Then 
I did the same to her left one. She moaned. I kept giving her feather light 
touches and kisses all way down her hips and belly, winding up on my knees 
with my lips near her clitoris. Watching her face, I leaned forward and took 
her clit in-between my lips and sucked.

She grabbed my head, pulling my face against her pussy, and she came. After 
several orgasms, or one hell of a long one, she released my hair. I stood up 
and she kissed me long and deep, then let me go. "To bad that your gay! I 
bet that you'd be one Hell of a fuck!"

Both of her room mates were watching, wide-eyed, nodding in agreement. I had 
been stiff as a flag pole ever since I had started her massage.

I smiled at them. "I'm not gay."

"What? Then why didn't you get hard with Sherry?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Sherry? Yech! I hate red heads! They remind me of my 
mother!"

They all looked confused. "But! But! But everyone says!" Sandy said.

"Look, I came to this school to get away from my family. I'm the only guy in 
a house full of red headed bitchy women, like Sherry. No one here really 
liked me, especially any of the girls, and at first I thought it was funny 
when Mr. Gail thought that I was gay. But the guys really gave me a lot of 
crap about it, and I got sent to a place where I'm surrounded by beautiful 
young women, but I can't do a thing about it! Now I'll never get a girl 
friend and get laid! It's Hell!"

Kelly looked at Sandy and Kendra. "Well shoot! We'll be your girlfriends!"

"Yeah!" Said Sandy.

"Hell yeah!" Agreed Kendra, looking at my woody. "We'll move you into the 
empty bed in our room tonight, and then we'll take turns fucking the crap 
out of you!"

"Really?" This sounded to good to be true. "But, what about protection?"

Sandy laughed. "Ever since every girl in the graduating class got pregnant 
about ten years ago, we all have to go to the same doctor for our medical 
needs, and he puts every girl in school on birth control."

"Every girl?" I asked. "Even little Becky?"

"Even little Becky." Agreed Kelly, putting one leg around my waist and 
guiding my rod into her wetness. "Oh yeah!" She giggled. "Especially little 
Becky, she's one of the babies that was conceived here. And she's bound and 
determined to have her own daughter conceived here, too."

"Oh lord!" I sighed as we slowly began to fuck. "I can see that she might be 
a problem."

"Why?" Asked Kendra, watching us fuck. "If anyone comes around on her night 
to fuck you, she'll just jump into bed with one of us, and say that she had 
a nightmare!"

The thought of fucking little Becky fought with the feelings of fucking 
Kelly. Fucking Kelly won for the moment. "Kelly!" I whispered. "I'm gonna 
cum!"

"Me too!" She moaned, then wrapped both legs around me as her pussy pulled 
me further into her depths, and I started filling her with my seed.

After a great orgasm, we untangled ourselves, washed the stink of sex off of 
us, and headed back to 'our' room.

As the girls and I carried everything to our room, Becky poked her head in 
the door and said. "Oh goody! Now I can have a nightmare whenever I want!"

Sandy, Kendra, and Kelly all said at the same time. "Nuh, uh, uh! No cutting 
in line!"

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