Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2012 20:05:17 -0500 From: Josh Vigskow Subject: Blonde little slut (gay, young-adult) Warning- This story is fiction. Same rules apply to this story just like any other story written on this website. If you shouldn't read, then don't. Standing in the mirror that hung on the far wall, i combed my blonde curly hair and smiled exposing my dimples. There wasn't much to me besides a pretty face and slim hairless body that seemed to attract even the "straightest" of men. When it came to being involved socially in school, there wasn't much I could say besides the fact that I got picked on and harassed daily for being too "girly" or being a queer. The older guys at my school liked to harass me more than anything, the eighth graders I should say. I was only thirteen years old so they had a clear advantage over the position i took in school. They would warn off the other guys who would even try to befriend me, telling them I'd turn them into little queers if they even said a word to me. So, that meant eating lunch and doing other activities at school by myself. Of course I knew in my heart that I was not a queer... I didn't think so at the time. I knew by hearing my dad talk about them, I didn't want to associate myself with the name so I decided against the feelings that woke me up in the middle of the night to jerkoff as images of older men floated around in my head. After combing my hair for a few moments, I raced downstairs and out of the door ignoring my moms constant yelling, "Lincoln, where are you going?". The sun hit my eyes hard and I lifted my hands to keep it out of my face as I continued walking around back to the shed to grab my bike. I hopped onto it and road it out of my yard, onto the sidewalk that carried me pass well kept gardens in front of snobby people's houses. As I got closer to the end of the road, i knew what I was in for. Taunting and cruel jokes from the older guys at my school and a couple of even older ones that were in high school. Maybe I wont run into them today, I thought as I pedaled slower. But sure enough as I rounded the corner they were all gathered there blasting music on their iPods and talking about girls they had laid previously. These guys were jokes. I thought I'd gotten safely passed them for a moment because no one seemed to notice me, but sure enough one of the high school guys with hazel eyes and brown hair reached out and grabbed my handle bars, stopping me from riding off. "Hey everybody, it's the neighborhood faggot" he snickered and smirked, his tan skin glistening up under the sun. All of the boys turned to look at me, their eyes filled with hate and something else I couldn't make out. Maybe it was a lust, but for what? They were definitely straight, not like the perverts that had paid to suck me off once before in a bathroom or to take me off into the woods to have me suck them off. No, they were straight guys who only laid girls and picked on what they called, "queers" like me. But I'd seen enough gay porn movies to know the look in their eyes right off of the bat, it was lust of course. But I just looked away, wanting to go riding on my bike and let the wind blow through my blonde curls. I guess I felt pretty when I did that, but then again my dad said it was wrong for a boy to want to feel pretty. I bit my lip, thinking about how I actually looked on my bike with my curls blowing in the wind. My blue eyes had to add to the pretty effect and when I smiled, my dimples were deep and as one of the older guys who'd I'd sucked off said, delicious. But at that moment of day dreaming about what wasn't going to happen, he'd yanked me off of my bike and threw me to the ground. "Fuck you, did you hear me?" he yelled, still holding onto the collar of my shirt. HIs hazel eyes were now a sort of angry green color, which kind of turned me on. The bulge in the front of his pants made me even more excited that he was actually touching me. This caused my little boyish boner to stick straight up in my pants and I knew if he really was looking down their then he could have very well seen it. So I closed my legs as he scowled at me and continued to hold onto my shirt. "Everyone, get on. I want to take care of him by myself" he added. All of the guys scattered their own ways and left me there to get the shit beat out of me by this guy I barely even knew except for the... I knew him. I'd seen him exiting one of the bathrooms that I'd been sucked off in. And who was with him? I couldn't remember exactly but I knew it was a younger boy, even younger than me, about seven or eight. The thought of him and the young boy in the bathroom sent chills down my spine as he yanked me up to my feet and grabbed my hand, dragging me off into the yard of what I guessed was his house. He kicked the door open and slung me around, causing my to fall face down onto his living room floor. I heard the door shut and felt his hands on my sides about a minute after. His lips were on my ear and his tongue trailed along the side for a split second, "I'm going to fuck you so hard" he whispered, yanking me around to face him. I looked up into his angry eyes and then gulped, wondering why my boner was still there. It was no lie that I was scared out of my mind, never being fucked before. I'd only ever been sucked off and I'd sucked others off but never in my life had any of the men ever tried to fuck me. Well one did, but I managed to escape his apartment before he came back, being scared out of my mind then. Whimpering with both fear and horniness, I let him pull my shorts and boxers down, along with taking my shirt off, leaving me completely naked on the floor besides from my flip flops which came off when he yanked me up and pushed me forward, up the stairs. I worried that someone would burst through the door and see me naked, about to be used by this guy I barely knew. But then again, if he wasn't worried then I shouldnt be. He would be the one getting into the most trouble. After getting into his room, he through me onto the floor once again, grabbing me by my waist. He yanked me towards him and then his hands disappeared away from my skin for a moment or two before being placed on me again. I felt the tip of something huge push against my boyish hole and then more of it began to push it's way inside of me. I screamed out in pain as it filled my hole, feeling like I was being ripped apart by the second. My eyes watered with tears and I clung onto the carpet, grabbing at the leg of his bed. "P-please, stop!" I screamed out, shutting my eyes. I bit down on my bottom lip extra hard which was all I could do to keep myself from passing out. The pain was intense and as he pushed all of the way inside of me, his huge cock feeling my tight hole, the pain seemed to seep away as pleasure overwhelmed me, causing my boner to perk back up again. I grabbed at it, rubbing myself and moaning as he grinded his cock into my hole, groaning himself. After a second or two, he pulled out and then slammed back in, pushing me forward so that my knees slid across the carpet, burning a little bit. I was sure that I had carpet burn now. The pain overwhelmed me once again as he sped up and fucked me harder, our skin slapping against each other, making loud clapping sounds. He dug his nails into my thighs and gave my ass a slap as he continued to pound my hole fast and hard. Once again the pain slipped away, covered by intense pleasure that caused me to moan and keep moaning. "Ohh... oh, please... oh" I moaned, jerking myself off as he continued to use my hole for his own pleasure. He continued to hit my "spot" and I could feel something welling up inside of me, I was about to cum. "Fuck, you little queer. You're such a slut" he groaned out, pounding my ass harder and harder with his huge cock that had to be almost nine inches. Too overwhelmed with pleasure, I didn't notice myself cum but I felt a wet liquid in my hand and blushed, knowing that he probably didn't even notice. I placed my hand back onto the floor and let myself surrender to being his forever as he grinded his cock into the spot in my ass. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!!" he yelled as a warm liquid filled my hole. He slid his cock out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. Then he yanked me around by my hair to face him. "You're mine, you got that. That ass belongs to me. GOT IT?" I quickly nodded, scared but wanting it at the same time. At that moment I knew I was a queer. A slut. A boy slut at that, and I wanted my ass filled with his cock any time he wanted me.