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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised of old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.

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This is a work of fiction and most all disclaimers apply. Regardless of the name, none of the characters in this story are based on real people, living or dead. It is a story about behavior common to most boys and is consistently denied or hidden from view. Even though this is a work of fiction, This is an authentic representation.

The Sissy and the Outcast

Two boys, different as night and day, different as hot or cold, different as soft and hard, join together to form something perfect

The Specter.

His mother works night shift. She leaves him alone from 8 pm till 6 am. The boy was in bed. He had school in the morning. He held the blankets close as if in a deep sleep, but he wasn't asleep, he was wide awake, imagining, pretending and listening. When he heard a noise at the foot of the stair, excited shivers spread through his body in waves. In anticipation, his penis erected until it was perfectly stiff. The boy lay with his bottom prominent, making himself deliberately vulnerable. He heard the latch click. The door had been left unlocked because, this had all been prearranged. The room was dark and now the specter was in the room with him. It was the older boy from next door. They knew each other and like an animal in the night, the older boy came closer. He crawled on the bed a lay softly on top of the boy. Through the blankets, through all the older boy's clothes, he could feel the big cock. Neither one uttered a word adding suspense to the nocturnal encounter. The older boy pulled the blankets aside leaving the boy naked and exposed. They had done this before. Without a word he elevated both of the boys legs laying bare his bottom hole. Pushing his legs back further the smaller boy's hole rose up to meet the older boy's tongue. When it did, he spread it wide probing with his fingers, invading it with spit, sampling it with his tongue. The boy was entirely subject to the desires and wants of the intruder. That's what they had both agreed upon, that's what the boy wanted.

He already knew the wonder and erotic fantasy of jerking the older boy off, watching him breathe hard and his body writhing and his cock squirting. He liked doing it and he liked the hard cock going in and out of his mouth. But this was different. Something was being pressed against his hole. Something hard and it was trying to force its way in.

Baring down on him he whispered into the boy's ear. “You gonna let me in or what?”

He felt the older boy's long cock going up his ass and he held him tight as if the younger boy was going to get away, but the boy lay there. He lay there and let the older boy do anything he wanted. He didn't care if it hurt. He would try to endure it. He would do it for him. It didn't last long. The teen's lust was so high the he let his cum go all the way up the boy's ass. He was filled with a satisfaction he had never felt before. They both lay quietly and his cock gradually slipped out of the boy's very tight hole.

The atmosphere around the small bed was thick with the older boy's body odor, mixed with evidence of the younger boy's filthy bottom.

I warned you about me but you wouldn't listen.” Still entwined, they fell asleep.

Hours later, The older boy rose up from his sleep and like a wild and smelly animal or a demon, he fucked Michael again only this time hard. The bed shook noisily. He fucked him much longer than before. He fucked him so hard the he made the boy cum from his insides. He had only let Seth do it because he wanted to please him even if it hurt, but this time it was different. Seth had planted a seed up his ass and that seed would now need tending. The desire to have the older boy's cock in his mouth had moved to his bottom hole. He no longer cared if it was dirty, he no longer cared if it hurt, he wanted the older boy to fuck him anytime he wanted. Michael wanted to belong to Seth forever. Just before dawn he saw the black silhouette going out the door. He thought, “I don't care if he beats me up. He could even kill me. Anything, just so long as he keeps doing it.

Chapter 1

Michael Bettencourt.

During the week-end, Michael wandered around exploring his new surroundings. He intentionally avoided the yard where he saw the boy showering. He had been beaten up too many times and had learned to be wary of certain boys and this boy seemed to have those qualities.

He and his mother got along fine. She was emotionally dependent and cast him in the role of the man of the house and clearly he wasn't. Michael had a tendency to be silly and girlish. His mother's emotional reliance, bordered on hysteria which was her method of control.

Having just recently moved in, the twelve year old's room was neat and Spartan, at least for the moment. His unmade and messy bed foretold the future. Michael knew he was too old for them but he had an audience of stuffed animals that strayed from one side of the bed to the other. Some were even under the covers. It was silly but he couldn't seem to give them up.

There was a cardboard box yet to be unpacked. It contained precious items like old photos, pictures, drawing paper and color pencils. With thumb tacks, he put a colorful picture he had drawn of Link and Zelda above his cot. It wasn't very good but when he looked at it, it came alive.

Even though Michael was 12, he had never jerked-off. What had sustained him usually occurred in his sleep. He would have vivid and beautiful fantasies where he would be saved or rescued and then loved by the hero. These nocturnal experiences often resulted in a wet dream. The incredible image that provoked it would stay with him all the next day. Maybe it was his isolation from other boys or his mother's over protectiveness or having no father, but the idea of performing masturbation had never occurred to him. The fact that the wet dreams were becoming more frequent should have been a clue. He took a perverse, mischievous pleasure in thinking that he was becoming a bed wetter and he secretly enjoyed the idea. He did not associate his emerging lust with the desire to find a father or a boy to couple with or even a girl, but consciously or unconsciously, that's what he was doing.

She held up a plastic dish rack to put next to the sink. “Oh Michael, look what we got! Isn't it wonderful?”

These things came from the church. It was a box of house warming essentials that consisted mostly of cleaning supplies. After being on the list for more than a year, they finally got an apartment. There was the unforgettable eight months living in the shelter and before that, a tan station wagon, parked at the side of the road in Ventura, but now they reveled in their new found security.

Oh God Michael, maybe we can start living a normal life again. If I ever had to go live in that car again I'd kill myself.”

She held the boy close. “I don't know how we did it?”

Charlotte Bettencourt had a tendency to be overly dramatic and unsurprisingly, a good deal of it rubbed off on Michael. She hugged the boy “Michael, I promise that we will never be homeless again!”

She had gotten pregnant when she was 27 and she told the boy that his father had run off.

She looked into the boy's eyes. “He betrayed you Michael. He left you because he didn't care about you. Michael, I know that you would never do anything like that to me.”

In spite of his mother's emotional recriminations, the boy harbored no resentment towards a man he had never met.

Are you excited about school tomorrow?”

Michael nodded, yes. Michael Bettencourt entered the 7th grade at the Warren G Harding middle school. He was small for his age and he was picked on by other boys. There was something about this strange and awkward boy. Michael was not part of the pack.

Chapter 2

Seth.

The boy's black hair was a bit greasy and unwashed. It was long and badly trimmed. Being summer, the weather was hot and humid. The only thing the boy had on were a pair of jeans and because it was summer, he wore no shoes or socks.

He was a solitary and defiant boy who kept mostly to himself. This was his defense against the world. Too young to be considered a loner it appeared to be the path he was on. His room was the crawl space between the second floor and the peak of the roof. It was adequate once they got rid of the large gray hornet's nest that hung in the darkness above. It was humid and his entire bony body was covered with a gleaming layer of oily sweat that seem to glow. Sitting up, he struggled to tug off his damp jeans leaving him naked and erect. It was in this state that he began his jerk-off ritual. He held in his hand the one thing that his real father had gifted him. It was early puberty and a firm and sizable cock, that needed constant tending. Conjuring spit, he let a bubbly gob fall onto the head of his hard cock. He lay back and slowly began a stroke. He ran his fingers through his ass and brought them to his nose, taking in his own scent.

Childhood neglect had driven him to masturbation much earlier than most. It was a balm that saw him through periods of isolation and neglect. Times when kids were normally with their parents or at least other kids, Seth was by himself, and now he had grown used to it.

His sexual fantasies seldom involved girls or women but were instead, disjointed images of erected cocks, copulating dogs, degradation and urine. Sometimes they took place in strange forgotten rooms where he might have lived as a small child. There was nothing solid to attach to. An image of a public restroom where he saw a strange black man, exposing himself and making rude gestures would return to him again and again. These thoughts were filthy and consequently, so was he. Seth wasn't tied down by any particular brand of morality but he knew that his thoughts and ideas were alien and unspeakable. In Seth's words, “Fucked up”. He wondered if he was the only boy with these sick fantasies? It seemed as if this was the only real pleasure in his life, to jerk-off in the morning and then again at night to sooth him to sleep. The approaching orgasm radiated through his entire body. It was rising up inside of him. Lifting both legs he rolled back so that he might aim his cock into his mouth. He wanted to disgrace himself. In his mind he deserved nothing less. Seth imagined that it was someone else doing it to him. He let lose and squirted in his face and into his mouth. Tasting his own cum left him feeling empty and alone.

There was no space for the 15 year old downstairs because of the constant confrontations he had with the old man. The old man claimed that Seth couldn't do anything right and that he broke anything he could get his hands on. In turn no matter what Seth did, he couldn't seem to please the old man. The accommodation was that they stayed away from each other as much as possible.

Downtown or in school in the face of others, he defended his deplorable situation by making everything into a joke. Lying on his bed in the hot crawl space he said almost out loud. "Someday I will find a way out of this fuckin place."

The small house that he lived in with the old man was on a cluttered lot that had rusted and derelict autos here and there. The old man kept the cars for parts but could never seem to get rid of them once they had been gutted.

There was an abandoned house next door. All the windows had been broken and it lay empty for as long as Seth could remember. Lately there had been construction crews re-habing the house and dividing it up into 2 apartments for section 8 housing. He remembered when the house was haunted he had gone inside and had taken off all his clothes just to jerk off somewhere different. When he was done, he pissed on the floor and the wall. Now there were new windows and new siding being fastened onto the house making it look new. Not long after it was completed, the first floor apartment was rented to an old woman who had to use a walker. She had a visiting nurse come every few days. The second floor was rented to a single mother and her 12 year old son. Seth paid it only passing notice.

Dressed in the same old jeans, a tee shirt an old Nikes he stood at the top of the road waiting for the school bus. Along with a hand full of others he notice the boy that had moved in next door. He was small, wore glasses and his plain brown hair was neatly combed. Seth gave the boy a "Don't even fuck with me" look.

The Guidance Councilor

"Seth Ryder, I've seen you once before, haven't I?"

Miss Conway, Seth's councilor thumbed through a file. He sat mute looking at things around the small enclosure.

"Seth, Who do you live with?"

He kept his answers uncomplicated. "I live with my old man."

"Hmm, no brothers or sisters, right Seth? Where's your mom?"

He knew that she was just gathering statistical data. "I don't know, she's gone."

Seth thought that Miss Conway was a nice woman but he had an idea of what she represented.

She closed her file and in a simulated, personal moment, she asked the same old question.

"Seth, What do you want to do with your life?"

His expression was vacant and his response was to shrug his shoulders.

"Well come on, you must want to do something?"

Strangely, she offered no examples.

They both stood and she said, "Seth, I have another appointment but keep up the good work, ok?"

With that, Seth went back to class.

During lunch Seth was approached by a group of jocks. "Hey Ryder, You smell like a fuckin goat."

Another one said, "Hey jerk-off, haven't you heard of deodorant?"

When they walked away, Seth said nothing.

Part 2 follows in a few days.

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