Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2007 19:35:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fucked Up Kid Chapter 5

Fucked Up Kid

By

Toby Tyler

Comments and suggestions welcome: Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com

Chapter 5

When Dylan entered our dorm room he looked very upset. I was terrified. He
had just caught me red-handed in bed with his little brother. We were both
a complete, sticky mess and there was no denying what we had been up
to. Dylan just stood there, not saying a word.

"Dylan, what's wrong?" Donovan asked, a tremor in his voice. Dylan didn't
say anything. The silence was excruciatingly uncomfortable. "Dylan, please
say something! Anything!"

Dylan silently walked over to his desk. Then he opened the drawer and
pulled out the handful of condoms and packets of lube that he had gotten in
his orientation package. He threw them on my bed.

"Here," he said. "It looks like I won't be needing these anymore. Rachel
just dumped me. You two can fuck your brains out all you want. Have fun."

Dylan sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. I was relieved. "You
mean, you're not mad at us?"

"I'm not going to interfere. He's old enough to make his own choices and do
whatever he wants." I could see tears in Dylan's eyes. "If you two don't
mind, I'd rather be alone right now. Can you two just go somewhere for a
while? Go play air hockey in the lounge or something. And by the way,
Donovan, Mom's been freaking out about you. You should have told her you
were with Tim all day. You'd better give her a call."

Donovan was dumbfounded. "What happened with Rachel?" He slid out from
under the covers, picked his panties up off of the floor, and put them on.

"I don't wanna get into it right now. It looks like I really fucked things
up. I just need some time alone. I wanna hide myself in a hole."

"Hide yourself in a hole? Gimme the phone! I'm gonna call Rachel right
now!"

"Don't you dare!" But Donovan had already grabbed the phone. Dylan tried to
wrestle it out of Donovan's hands, but it looked to me like he wasn't
trying too hard. I thought that Dylan secretly wanted Donovan to intervene.

Donovan was very skilled at mediating the argument between his teacher and
brother. It sounded like Donovan had patched things up between the two of
them before. In about 15 minutes Donovan had calmed her down, and he handed
the phone to Dylan. "She wants to apologize" he explained. I was impressed
by Donovan's ability to sweet-talk Rachel, who was apparently pretty pissed
off about something Dylan had done.

Then Donovan called his mother to let her know he was safe and sound. After
she yelled at him a bit, he asked her if he could sleep in the dorms with
us that night. I guess she yelled at him a bit more, but since she didn't
feel like picking him up, I got to sleep with Donovan snuggled up beside me
that night. We waited for Dylan to fall asleep and then we sucked each
other off.

***

After Dylan caught me in bed with his little brother, Donovan and I decided
that since the cat was out of the bag we might as well go steady. Usually I
would use the Buick that Dylan and I shared to pick Donovan up at the bus
station and bring him back to the dorm. Sometimes we would go out to a
restaurant or to the movies. When I went to pick him up I never knew
whether he would be dressed as a boy or as Sadie. It was always a
surprise. If he was Donovan, I'd pretend he was my brother. If he was
Sadie, I would pretend he was my sister, or, if we were really feeling
daring, my girlfriend. It gave me a thrill to be able to kiss him in public
without anyone knowing he was a boy.

When Donovan was in Sadie mode, he made a very convincing girl. One thing
that made him convincing was that he didn't really dress like your typical
drag queen. Usually he wore no makeup, except for a little lip gloss and
some glitter, and his sister's hand-me-down clothes. He dressed casually,
just like an ordinary girl would. His disguise was especially effective
because it was so subtle.

I also learned that if Donovan was a boy, my chances of getting into his
pants were slim. If he came to me dressed as a girl, I knew he was horny as
fuck and we'd have a wild time later that evening. I did get nervous when
he went out as Sadie in public. I always felt a little uncomfortable
whenever I would catch a guy leering at Sadie. I also felt a little proud
when some guy was checking Sadie out, and I wanted to tell him, `hey, she's
with me!'

One time I saw a sweaty, middle-aged man trying to hit on Sadie while he
was waiting for me in the bus station. Sadie hadn't seen me coming, so I
decided to watch from a distance for a while. The man was dressed `business
casual', and he clearly had the hots for Sadie. Sadie had his nose in a
book and was trying to ignore the man sitting very close to him.

"I, uh, see you like to read" the man said nervously.

"Yeah" Sadie replied, not looking up from his book.

"I like to read, too. Whatcha reading?"

"Gravity's Rainbow."

"Hey, that sounds like a real interesting book. What's it about?"

"World War II."

I could see the man moving his hand closer to Donovan's leg, itching to put
it on the girly boy's knee.

"My name's Hagar" the man said. "My friends call me Hagar the Horrible, but
I like to think of myself more like Sammy Hagar. Like a rock star." He
chuckled to himself. What a stupid fuck, I thought. "What's your name?" he
asked.

"Sadie Mae Glutz." Donovan answered, his nose still in the book. He was
clearly disinterested in the man, to my great relief.

"Sadie Mae. Gee, that's a pretty name. Old-fashioned, too. It really suits
you, though. Maybe because you seem like a really classy girl." My god, I
thought. They all said stuff like that! The man was ready to place his hand
on Donovan's knee in hopes of getting a chance to slide it up his skirt.

Just as his hand touched Donovan's knee, I could stand it no longer. "Hi,
Sadie. Been waitin' long?"

"Oh, Tim, I'm so glad to see you!" Donovan jumped up excitedly, embracing
me and giving me a passionate kiss. He was more passionate than usual, and
I realized that he was putting on a bit of a show for the man. "Gotta go,
Mister" she said to the man. "My boyfriend and I are going to the movies!"
I think he wiggled his ass a little to tease the guy. Then he turned back
to me. "So, Tim, what do you think we should go see?"

"I was thinking we'd go to the Cineplex and see Home Alone 2."

"I've got a better idea. They're showing Emperor Tomato Ketchup at Celuloid
Classics."

"What the hell is that?"

"An art film. You'll like it. Let's go."

"Okay."

***

Between Donovan going to school and my classes, we didn't have as much time
to see each other as we would have liked. I jumped at every opportunity to
be with Donovan that I could.  One day Dylan invited me to go to the
Lankford Museum of Arts & Culture to see a bunch of Buddhist monks from
Tibet to make some sort of Tibetan sand mandala.

"I think I'll pass on that one. I've got a paper due tomorrow" I told him.


"Rachel's bringing her whole class there on a field trip. Donovan will be
there. I was thinking we could all go out to eat with them afterwards. It
might be fun."

"When is it?"

"The monks are there for the whole week, but Rachel's bringing her class on
Tuesday. I know you and Donovan haven't had much time to spend together in
the last few weeks, so I thought it'd be nice. I know he really wants to
see you."

"That's cool. I have class in the morning, but maybe we can hook up with
them in the afternoon."

There was a big crowd at the museum, and Dylan and I got separated. There
were lots of school groups there, and lots of wealthy looking old ladies as
well. The monks were doing some sort of introductory prayers and chanting
before they started making the mandala. I circulated through the crowd,
looking for Donovan. Instead, I found Rachel.

"Have you seen Dylan yet?" She asked. "He said he was going to be here."

"I came with Dylan, but we got separated. He's around here somewhere. So
your whole class is here? Where's Donovan?"

"Oh, he's over there, with some of his friends." She pointed to a small
group of boys who were leaning against a wall. Hmmm, his friends are cute,
too, I thought. Skater types. I wondered if any of them had ever seen him
as Sadie. Donovan seemed to be off in his own world, with a dreamy look on
his face as he watched the monks chanting. He had was smiling. I wondered
what he was thinking about.

Rachel noticed the look on Donovan's face, too. "Doesn't he just look so
peaceful and wise?" she asked. "You know, he's different from all my other
students. There's something really spiritual about him. I think he might
have been a Hindu holy man in a past life."

"He kinda reminds me more of a snake charmer!" I laughed. He had already
charmed my snake a few times.

"His reading level is far beyond that of his classmates," Rachel told
me. "He's already read Finnegan's Wake."

"Oh?" I assumed that Finnegan's Wake must have been a difficult book to
read. I had never even heard of it.

"But what's even more amazing," Rachel added, "is that he even knows what
it's about!"

Dylan found us, I said hi and then left them together so I could go and
talk to Donovan. When he saw me, he turned to his friends and said, "Talk
to you guys later. There's someone I gotta see."

"Hey, Donovan. You look pretty happy today. You enjoying the sand mandala
thing?"

"It's cool, I guess."

"Rachel was just telling me how blissful and spiritual you look" I said,
smiling.

"You would be pretty blissful too, if you just took some of what I'm on!"
he laughed. "I got some really good ecstacy. Wanna try some?"

"I've never tried it before. Sure, I'll give it a whirl."

"I'm gonna take some more, too."

After we snuck off to a water fountain to take the ecstacy, Donovan and I
joined Dylan and Rachel as we watched the monks begin the sand mandala. In
a few minutes, I started to feel a bit of a buzz. In a little while, it
started to come on strong. I felt really good, but a bit dizzy. Donovan
whispered in my ear.

"Tim, I've gotta take a piss. Did you see where the men's room was?"

"I thought I saw a men's room near the water fountain."

"Can you come with me? I'm feelin' a little weird right now, and I don't
know if I can make it there by myself."

"Sure."

As we wandered towards the men's room, I hoped that it wasn't too obvious
that we were on drugs. "Hey Donovan," I whispered, "this is really good
stuff. Really strong, too!"

"I know. I took six of `em!"

The men's room was very clean, and it was also very private. Donovan walked
over to the short urinal, the one for little kids, and pulled out his
dick. He gave me a wink, making sure I got a good look as he started to
piss.

I didn't have to piss as much as Donovan did, but I did stand in the urinal
next to him to give him a show. He grabbed my cock and aimed for me,
giggling devilishly. He was starting to look a little hot and sweaty, which
I assumed was the effect of the drug. When I finished pissing, he bent over
and licked the last drop of piss off of my dick. Then he began licking
around the whole head. I started to get hard.

"Maybe we should go in there," I pointed towards one of the stalls.

"Yes, let's."

We crept into the empty stall and I locked the door. Donovan sat on the
toilet and I stood in front of him, offering my dick. I got hard very
quickly. The effect of the drug was strange to me ^Ö I felt very aroused,
and Donovan's wet mouth on my dick felt intensely sensuous, but I felt
disoriented and wasn't quite sure what was going on and I had no sense of
time. I had no idea how long we were in there.

I would start to fuck his face pretty hard, his face getting redder and
redder, and then someone would come in. When we heard the door open,
Donovan would quickly lift his legs up so it looked like only one person
was in the stall. He would quietly rub my dick all over his face until the
guy left. Donovan looked so cute when he was doing that. Then I'd start
fucking his throat again. Donovan was jerking himself off the whole time.

Just as we were getting a rhythym going, Donovan took my dick out of his
mouth. "I want you to shoot your load down my throat this time. I wanna
swallow it!"

"Go ahead. It's all yours!" With that I shoved my dick back in his mouth
and began ramming it in faster and faster, holding the back of the boy's
head. Donovan had timed his own orgasm so he squirted right after I had
shot my load on his tongue. He savored it for a moment before he swallowed.

I put my dick back in my pants and then took a little toilet paper so I
could wipe up Donovan's cum, which was all over the seat and the floor in
front of the toilet.

"Don't clean it up," he whispered. "I want the next guy who comes in here
to know that someone was having fun."

When we finally got back to the monks and the mandala, Dylan and Rachel
were angry. "Where were you guys?" Rachel asked. "We've been waiting a half
an hour for you! You missed the whole thing!"

"We got lost," I answered. "This museum's bigger than I thought it was."

"Well we won't have time to go eat. I have to chaperone all these kids and
bring them back to The Light School."

"Never mind, Rachel," Donovan said. "I'm not really hungry right now. But I
am real thirsty. Can't we just get some lemonade or something?"

"All right. Come on, you guys."

To Be Continued