Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 19:03:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Tyler Subject: Fucked-Up Kid Chapter 7 Fucked Up Kid By Toby Tyler The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to read it, then shame on you! If you enjoyed my story, you can check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Seventh Grade Foot Slave, Brother Sucker, Scat Boy For Pay and Urinal Boy. I love to hear from my readers. You can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the title of the story in the subject line. Chapter 7 "Hey Dylan, your brother invited me to spend the weekend with him at his father's place!" I told my roommate one day. I was proud that Donovan wanted me to meet his father. Dylan rolled his eyes. "You're in for a real treat. You'll see why our mom divorced him." "I heard he's a writer." "You could say that, I guess." Donovan and I were going to take a bus out to the remote little mountain town where his father lived. I was a little surprised by Donovan's choice of clothing for this trip, which consisted of combat boots, camouflage fatigues and a t-shirt that read "Kill em all, let God sort em out!" "Ain't you lookin' real macho today, Sadie" I teased him. "Yeah, but underneath it all, Victoria's got a secret!" Donovan grinned, pulling his fatigues down slightly so I could see a bit of his pink panties. "We're gonna have lots of fun at Dad's. We can go hiking, skinny dip in the beaver pond, have sex in the woods, it'll be awesome!" To make conversation during the trip, I asked Donovan what kind of writing his father did. "He's working on a book," Donovan replied. "It's called Going Postal: Lies, Secrecy and Deceptions of the U.S. Postal Service." "What's he got against the Postal Service anyway?" "He's got it all figured out. They were behind the attempt to assassinate Larry Flynt." "You mean he's a conspiracy theorist?" "Yeah, and a pretty important one. For the longest time the ATF was convinced he was the Unabomber." When we got to the bus station Donovan's dad was waiting for us in his pickup truck. Already I was a little frightened of him. He was a rugged looking, bearded man, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. "Hey kid, you'd better do something about that hair. You're starting to look like a girl." Donovan ignored the comment. "Dad, I'd like you to meet my friend Tim. I met him through Dylan. Tim, this is my dad, Luther Ten Eyck." Donovan's father eyed me suspiciously. "Are you a dope fiend like his brother?" "I never touch the stuff," I lied. "Good man." Then he turned to Donovan. "If I ever hear you've been messing around with drugs, I'll come right over to your ma's house and beat the tar out of ya. Now if you two wanna just hop in we can get going. I'm gonna take a circuitous route so as to minimize any possible interactions with the municipal authorities." On the drive to the little cabin in the woods where Donovan's dad lived, I started to notice some very strange signs that were posted on some of the telephones we passed. They were yellow wooden signs with cryptic insignia painted on them in blue. I asked Donovan's dad what they were. "Oh, you know, there's a cult lives out in the woods round here. Forgot what they're called." "A cult?" "Yeah, a cult. Pretty much stay to themselves. Donnie, you remember what they're called?" "I think they're the Symmetrians. If you look through the trees over there you can see some of the pyramids." I looked out the window and spotted some spooky-looking wooden pyramid-like structures hidden among the trees, each one about the size of a small house. "Whoa, that's really creepy," I shuddered. "Yeah, they're totally far-out," Donovan giggled. "You know, they worship a race of giant telekinetic lemurs that shoot webs like Spider Man and live in the center of the earth!" He made a gesture like Spider Man slinging webs. I elbowed him in the ribs. "I don't believe you!" "It's true. I have a book one of `em gave me. I'll show it to you when we get to the cabin!" The cabin that Donovan's dad had built was nestled out in the woods next to a beautiful mountain stream with a beaver dam that you could walk across. "Wow, Mr. Ten Eyck, this place is really cool!" I couldn't help express my amazement at the rugged beauty of the place, no matter how disturbed out I was by Donovan's dad and the weird cult in the wilderness. "Yeah, it's good livin', people keep to themselves around here." The inside of the cabin was filled with wildlife carvings, mounted deer heads and lots of posters of half-naked women holding automatic weapons. "Here Donnie, I got you a present." Mr. Ten Eyck handed his son a box. Donovan opened it eagerly and, to my horror, pulled out a pistol. "A Glock! Awesome! Thanks, Dad!" Donovan checked to make sure the gun wasn't loaded and then began to make James Bond poses, aiming at the girlie pictures on the walls. This was a side of Donovan that I had never seen before, and I had no idea how I should feel about it. Only a week ago I was buying panties for Donovan at Victoria's secret, now he was wearing camo and messing around with a pistol. "We'll do a little target practice after dinner," Mr. Ten Eyck said. "Donovan, go fire up the grill. I think you've had way too much tofu at your mom's house. You're looking a bit sickly." I had to admit that Donovan's dad was a good cook. The venison was grilled to perfection and he made a salad out of wild greens that was just delicious. To my surprise, he even had some wine that looked fancy, old and expensive. "This venison is incredible," I said, trying to get on Mr. Ten Eyck's good side. I was, after all, having sex with his son and he did, after all, have a cabin full of firearms. It was in my best interest to get him to like me. "Did you catch it yourself?" Donovan laughed. "Catch it? Dad didn't catch it, he killed it!" "Good eatin', aint it? No hormones or antibiotics," Mr. Ten Eyck said proudly. "Have s'more of the wine, Tim," Donovan slurred as he poured me another glass. He was already quite tipsy. I had to take a piss. "Uh, Mr. Ten Eyck, where's your bathroom?" "Shithouse is behind the shed, but if you just gotta take a leak you can piss off the porch." "I'll go with ya. I gotta take a leak, too." As Donovan and I were pissing I told him, "Ya know, I was a little scared of your dad at first, but he's actually really cool. And this is a cool place out here." "Yeah. Mom hates him, though. The guns and hunting always drove her nuts." "I can imagine." Target practice with the Glock was a little frightening, since we were all a bit drunk. After the wine at dinner Mr. Ten Eyck brought out a bottle of rye and we all got kind of plastered. I had always been afraid of guns, but I didn't want to offend Mr. Ten Eyck, so I did take a few shots with it, but was very relieved to hand it back to Donovan. I would have liked to have slept with Donovan that night, but there were no separate rooms in the cabin, and Donovan and I slept on the two guest bunks. On Saturday morning we skinny dipped and washed up in the beaver pond. Mr. Ten Eyck had to go to some sort of militia meeting, so Donovan and I decided to go on a wilderness hike. Donovan had packed a backpack with bug spray, snacks, water and a large plastic bottle of home-brewed iced tea. He passed the bottle to me as we headed off into the woods. The tea was sweet and strong. "Hey Donovan, this is really tasty stuff! You made this yourself?" "Yeah." "What kind of tea is this?" "I blended it myself. It's got monkey picked oolong and some other stuff, and it's sweetened with German Black Forest honey." "You could get a job working for a tea company blending this kind of stuff! I'm impressed!" The forest was beautiful and green, and I was happy to be walking hand-in-hand with Donovan on such a wonderful summer day. Donovan turned to me, "Hey Tim, when was it you started to fall in love with me?" "Probably the first time I saw you in your soccer uniform." Donovan frowned. "Sadie didn't turn you on?" "You're cuter as a boy. How about you? What made you pick me as your boyfriend?" Donovan shrugged. "I dunno. I just wanted a boyfriend, and you came around." Donovan could tell I was a little insulted at his response. "I didn't mean it like that, Tim. Dylan showed me a picture of you, but he didn't tell me you only liked boys. That's why I dressed up as Sadie for the party. I wanted to turn you on. Sorry if that was kinda confusing for you. But then, after all, I am a Capricorn and you're a Taurus." "What does that mean?" "Means I'm a horny goat and you're hung like a bull," Donovan grinned, playfully grabbing at the bulge in my shorts. As we continued to walk I started to feel something weird, like my feet were sinking into the ground. I felt myself grinning like an idiot as the light flickered gracefully through the trees and the wind delicately caressed my skin. The flickering light left sparkly afterimages on my retina. Then I began to realize what was happening to me. "Uh, Donovan," "Yeah, Tim?" "What the fuck did you put in that iced tea?" "I told you, black forest honey, monkey picked oolong, some shrooms," "You didn't say anything about shrooms!" "I did, you just weren't paying attention. Two kinds of shrooms, psilocybe cubensis and amanita muscaria. The amanita I picked myself. Thought it would be good to take `em out in the woods here where it's nice and peaceful." "You picked them yourself? How do you know they weren't poisonous?" "Don't worry, I've already tested this batch and I'm not dead yet. They're fine. Relax, enjoy the trip." "You just shoulda told me." Once I resigned myself to the fact that I would be tripping all day I started to enjoy being in the woods with Donovan. We had some pretty interesting and weird conversations. "How many guys have you fooled around with before you met me?" Donovan asked. "Oh, not many. Three or four. Just guys in the dorms. How about you?" "Only two. One was a kid in my school. But you're the first guy to fuck me." "So who was the other guy?" Part of me didn't want to know, but part of me was really curious. "My dentist." "What? Eew, that's creepy!" "Why? What's wrong with a dentist? He was a really nice guy." "Well, you know, he was your dentist. That's just creepy and weird." "It's a really interesting story, Tim. He was totally obsessed with clowns." "Even creepier!" "He used to put face paint on me and then suck my dick in the dentist's chair. He called me his little harlequin!" "I think I've heard enough!" "He also turned me on to nitrous oxide." "Can we change the subject now?" "Suit yourself." "I gotta take a leak," I said, stopping to unzip my shorts. "Don't!" "Don't what?" I asked. "We're in the middle of the woods and nobody's around. I can piss wherever I like." "But you're gonna waste it!" Donovan cried. "The active ingredient in the amanita mushrooms stays in the urine. The Siberian shamans used to prolong their trips by drinking their piss." "That's gross. You think I'd actually drink my own piss?" "No, Tim, I'm gonna drink YOURS! Give it to me!" Then Donovan got into his favorite position, which was on his knees in front of my crotch. "Go ahead, Tim! Piss in my mouth!" "Are you sure about this?" "Sure I'm sure! Now take it out and piss in my mouth!" "Whatever you say." I pulled out my dick and aimed it at Donovan's open mouth. The first few drops dribbled onto his lower lip and chin. Donovan moved forward to catch the stream in his mouth. I saw his mouth filling up with piss and then he tilted his head back to swallow it. Then he came closer, wrapping his lips around my cock so as not to lose any more drops. He had this weird, ecstatic look in his eyes and he began to rub his crotch though the camouflage fatigues. "Hey, this really turns you on, doesn't it?" I asked, caressing his ear as I drained my bladder into his mouth. "Mmmpf!" Donovan agreed. He looked happier than I had ever seen him. When I was finished pissing, Donovan kept his lips wrapped tightly around my cock and began to arouse me with his tongue. Quickly I grew to full erection and put my hands in his hair, gently guiding his heard up and down on my cock. Then he pulled his head off my dick and looked up at me. "That was fuckin' hot, Tim! I think I should be drinking your piss more often!" "I had no idea you were into that!" "I've been thinking about it for a while now, but I didn't know how to ask." "So you made up that thing about the piss drinking shamans as an excuse, right?" "No, it's true. But it was a good excuse to get you to feed it to me. You wanna fuck?" "Yeah, but there's no place to wash up afterwards. Now is a time I wouldn't mind using a condom." "Don't worry, I'm prepared," Donovan said, rummaging around in his backpack, "I was a cub scout. I learned to be prepared. Never made it past Webelos, though. Webelos. We Blows. Well, the rubbers are in here somewhere." "Suck my dick a little more." "Okay." Donovan got back to work on my dick, this time unzipping his fatigues and sliding them down to reveal a nice pair of purple, Brazilian-cut satin and lace panties that I got for him at Victoria's Secret. He pulled his dick out and began jerking himself off as he worked on my cock. Just as things were starting to get really hot, Donovan stopped. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Somebody's watching us!" Donovan whispered. Quickly he pulled up his pants and, to my surprise, pulled his pistol from a concealed shoulder holster. Donovan approached a nearby mountain laurel bush. "Okay, now come out with your hands up!" The whole situation was a little difficult for me to handle. I was already tripping pretty hard from the mushroom tea that Donovan had given me, and was a bit freaked out to know that someone was in the bushes watching us fool around. Donovan waved his pistol in the direction of the bushes. "I said, come on out!" The bushes began to rustle and a young boy, around 9 or 10 years old, nervously peeked out of the bushes. "Please don't hurt me! I-I-I was just watching!" The boy stepped out of the bushes with his hands high up in the air. I noticed he was wearing a rather peculiar outfit. It looked sort of like a very old-fashioned school uniform, but the jacket had ornate golden embroidery all over it, and the boy was also wearing a large blue and yellow badge with the same cryptic symbols I had seen on the signs along the road. I realized the boy must have been a stray cult member. His pants were down to his ankles, so it was safe to assume he had been masturbating while watching us. "Donovan, I think you can put the gun down," I laughed. "He looks pretty harmless." "Hey kid, how long have you been watching us?" "S-s-since you got here. I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to watch the Omona as it overtook the two of you. And then the Omona started to overtake me, too!" "The Omona?" I was extremely puzzled by this turn of events. "I think he's trying to say he got horny watching me giving you a blowjob." Donovan explained. "That's what you meant, right? Oh, you can pull up your pants now." The kid pulled up his pants. "It was amazing to see the way the Omona took hold of the both of you! You are favored." Donovan addressed the boy. "Hey kid, I hear you Symmetrians do a lot of, like, Tantric sex rituals and stuff. Is that true?" The boy's eyes widened. "You know about the Cycles?" "Just what I've heard. Is it true that anyone can have sex with anyone they want? Men and little girls, boys and grown-up women, boys and boys even?" "Uh, yeah." "Even," Donovan got an evil little twinkle in his eye, "dads and sons?" The boy looked perplexed. "I suppose. If the Omona directs. But it's not as fun as you might think." "Sounds like heaven to me!" Donovan exclaimed. I had to agree. "Well, it's really very complicated. You have to practice Right Thinking and Right Speaking, and the Decrees of the Seventh Ray of the Heart, and sometimes the Omona doesn't even come at all." "So who are the Omona?" Donovan asked. "Are they the lemur gods?" "No, you mean the Azoni. And they're not gods, they're elementals. The Omona is a form of electromagnetic aether," the boy explained. "It radiates outward, then pulls back in on itself. It's like a torus." "He's a Taurus," Donovan said, pointing to me. "No, not astrological Taurus. Topographical torus. T-o-r-u-s." "I really don't think now's the time for a theological discussion," I interrupted. This was getting a bit too weird for me to handle, and the mushrooms weren't helping any. I turned to the boy. "My name's Tim and this is my boyfriend Donovan. What's your name?" "Xanax." "You're kidding, right?" I asked. "What's so funny about my name?" "Nothing. What's your sister's name, then? Viagra?" I laughed. Xanax didn't seem to understand my little joke. "No, it's Acuura" he replied in all seriousness. He looked slightly nervous as he spoke. "Since the Omona has overtaken us all, I was wondering if, well," "If you could join us?" Donovan replied. "Yeah. Can I?" Donovan turned to me. "Hey Tim, are you up for a Symmetrian three-way? I mean, it wouldn't be too weird, would it?" "Things are pretty weird already, so why not?" I replied. "So Xanax, whaddya wanna do?" "Can I, um, put your penis in my mouth, like he was doing?" he asked sheepishly. "Get over here," I told them, "both of you." Donovan and Xanax both got on their knees before me and Donovan deftly unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, which was starting to get hard again. Holding my cock in my hands, Donovan offered it to Xanax to suck. Shyly, the boy licked the head a bit before putting it into his mouth. Donovan began licking my balls before putting them both into his mouth and sucking really hard. I yelped in pain and pulled Donovan's hair. "Hey, be careful down there! I don't like it as rough as you do!" "Sorry, Tim. Xanax, why don't you lick his balls a bit while I work on his cock?" "Cock? What's a cock?" "I mean his penis." "Oh." Once Donovan was in position I could grab his ears and face-fuck him the way he liked it. I was moving around too much for Xanax to keep licking my balls comfortably, so he just stopped and watched my cock going in and out of Donovan's mouth for a few minutes. Donovan stopped sucking and then pulled Xanax's face to my cock. The two of them began licking my cock up and down, and then finally ending up in a messy kiss with my cockhead between them. I was in ecstasy as the two beautiful boys worshipped my cock. "Okay, now who's gonna get fucked?" I asked. Xanax looked alarmed. "Not me!" "You sure?" Donovan asked. "Feels real good once it's all the way in." "I think it's too big. I don't think it will work." "Okay you guys," I directed. "off with your clothes. We'll spread them out on the ground here. You two 69, Donovan on top, I fuck Donovan. Sounds good?" "Yeah!" Donovan said. "But what's 69?" "You suck him, he sucks you at the same time. Got it?" "'Kay. Let's do it!" It was the first time I used a condom with Donovan. I knew Donovan hated condoms, and the only reason we used it was because we didn't have a place to clean up. Not that it really mattered, since I fucked Donovan so hard the condom broke anyway. We all stripped down, made a pile of our clothing, and the boys got into proper 69 position. I put on the condom and was teasing Donovan's asshole with my cock, putting it in a tiny bit and pulling it out to get him slowly loosened up and ready. "How come you are not erect?" Xanax asked before he put Donovan's soft dick into his mouth. "Oh, I'll get hard. I always get hard when my hole gets stuffed!" That was the moment I chose to plunge my dick all the way to the hilt. Donovan moaned with pleasure. Then I heard Xanax choking, sputtering and gurgling. He was struggling to get out from under Donovan, but Donovan held the boy's head tight in a vice grip with his knees. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked. Then I realized what he was doing. He was pissing into the Symmetrian boy's mouth and forcing him to drink it. "Hey Donovan," I shouted. "Save some of that for me!" "I thought you didn't like piss!" "Yeah, but now I want some! I wanna keep on tripping!" "Well, I already filled Xanax up. Next time I gotta take a leak I promise I'll share it with you." "That's tasted awful!" I heard Xanax moan from underneath us. "Why'd ya do that?" "Nectar of the gods, kid. You'll thank me for that later. Hey Tim, don't stop now! Keep fucking!" I fucked Donovan harder. It just wasn't the same with a condom. Even though it was supposed to be lubricated, there wasn't much lube, and there was a lot of heat and friction in Donovan's hole. I pulled my dick out, spat on my hand, and rubbed it all over the shitty condom before shoving it back in. I kept fucking him faster until I noticed a little froth of spit, lube and ass juice collecting around the place where his hole and my dick met. Soon I heard a few muffled moans coming from Xanax. Then I felt myself shooting my load deep into Donovan's gut. That didn't seem right, I thought. I had a condom on. I started to pull it out. "Don't stop, Tim, I'm just about to cum!" Even though I was all done, I obliged Donovan by continuing to thrust until he filled the Symmetrian boy's mouth with cum. This time Xanax made no resistance as he swallowed all of Donovan's sticky jizz. Then I pulled my cock out of Donovan's hole, and that's when I saw the condom was broken. "Uh, Donovan?" Donovan looked at the nasty, ripped condom hanging off my dick. "Oh well," he said, pulling it off and hanging it on a tree branch. As we were putting our clothing back on, Xanax seemed very happy about what had just happened. "That was extraordinary," he said, beaming, "except for the part when you urinated in my mouth. I didn't like that." "Oh, it's good for your health. It's enriched." "I don't know about that. Hey Donovan!" "Yeah?" "I really like your underclothes. Where did you get them?" "Victoria's Secret. Tim bought them for me." "Do you think you could get some like that for me too?" "We'll see." Xanax told us he hoped to see us in the woods again, especially since we were so favored by the Omona. Then he said goodbye and ran off to one of those little wooden pyramids that we could barely see through the trees. Donovan smiled. "In about twenty minutes he should start feeling the amanitas from the piss I made him drink!" "Donovan, why the hell did you do that? First you dose me without my knowledge or consent, then you dose that poor little cult boy. He's gonna totally freak out because he won't know what's happening to him!" "Oh, he'll be just fine. When he starts talking to the web-slinging telekinetic lemurs they'll all probably start revering him as a prophet!" To Be Continued