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Not to disappoint anyone, but this story still falls under the heading of wank-media

All the usual disclaimers apply. Tread with caution. The story below was first published 3 years ago in a different forum and it has been re-written. This story does not discuss the theories of nurture or nature. It is not a portrait of flamboyance. This story explores the natural occurring femininity in a boy. He has done nothing wrong, he just is. More importantly, this story is about a guileless boy's existence in a world that is perplexed and sometimes even hostile to something both alien and vulnerable in their midst.

The Boy Who Wasn't

by Chance  all rights reserved

Josephine

Once Josey relented the two cocky boys took him over and used him for the simple purpose of getting off.  Richie held his head tightly in place and then fucked him in the mouth.  Then he guided him to lick his balls while he jerked off.  Arrogant and smiling, Richie looked towards Eddie for approval.

Eddie got up and stroking his cock, looked for a place in the action.  Getting behind him, he tried to open his pants and started to pull them down.

Josey stopped and curling up tight, he spoke up. "No! If you try to fuck me I will fight. I don't care if they hear me!" 

The two boys were surprised.  They were expecting their victim to be broken and totally compliant.

Richie said in angry whisper. "Fuck you, you fuckin little bitch, You started it and you have to let us finish." 

His voice went back down to a whisper which demonstrated a level of complicity but he made it known that he would go no further than sucking dick.

Without a word they got the message and picked up where they left off. Eddie took Richie's place and pushed his long dick into his mouth and went at it while Richie watched.

Unable to stay out of it, Richie straddled their victim, held him by the hair on top of his head, keeping him in place while Eddie went at it.  They talked softly between each other while they did it and repressed their giddy laughter at Josey's cruel humiliation.

Eddie jerked-off hard and then came directly into his mouth. Flinging off what cum had gotten on his hand, he moved out of the way and let Richie take his place. Josey spit the cum out of his mouth and it went down the front of his shirt. Richie repeated the same action but with an obvious element of contempt. The boys congratulated each other at a job well done.

Josey was suddenly left alone in their midst. He sat between them and looked at one and then other.  They had no further use for him. Richie downed the rest of his beer and crawled onto his own bed.  Eddie laid where he was, wringing out his dick.

Josey went to his cot and lay with his face to the wall.

~

Barney was up early and the door opened. "Come on you scumbags, 10 minutes to breakfast!"

Josey lay still and In a child's voice, he murmured to himself, "I'm not a scumbag."



Richie and Eddie got up naked and piss-hard as they had been all during the night. Eddie jerked off hard and in no more than 30 seconds let his cum splash on the bedroom floor.

He said, “Don't worry, Josephine, I'll have more by tonight.”

Both brothers laughed. They generated no small amount of commotion and chaos getting dressed. Josey didn't want to get up and lay blankly watching them. For the first time he thought that maybe he really was a faggot? His various encounters had just sort of happened, but he hadn't really thought about actually being gay before. Richie and Eddie were skinny and lean and they did have big dicks and they took pride in flaunting them. If they weren't so mean and stupid he might have liked what they made him do. But they seemed to hate him. Their father, Barney called him a scumbag and they called him a a faggot and a cocksucker.

It was strange but he thought of his relationship with Clark as a father thing and not a homosexual relationship. Remembering what Clark had said about wanting to be the first to fuck him is what gave the courage to resist Richie and Eddie. Josey had already decided that he wanted Clark to be the first to fuck him. He considered it a promise and felt bound to it.

Josey's mother, Jennifer looked tired and was trying to conjure the image of being a mother to an unruly clan.  The truth was that she was faking it and Josey could see it.

Barney blurted out. "Pancakes all around!"

Josey was wishing he was dead again. Jennifer touched him on the arm and said under her breath so no one else could hear.

"Josey honey, you didn't even comb your hair."

~

House cleaning, yard work and even painting was the order of the day.  Barney was running around like a drill sergeant. Jennifer and her son were basically lazy and good for nothing so both Jennifer and Josey, this day was sheer torture. Jennifer was in the house and Josey looked so out of place among Barney and his two boys that were tan and stripped to the waist. Josey was pale and harmless like a ghost in the midst of 3 men.

Besides wishing he was dead the only good thing Josey had to look forward to was that Barney's sons had to go home to their mother's that evening and after midnight he would call Clark and sneak out to meet him.  The thought of meeting him made everything all worth it.

During the day, Richie and Eddie gave the appearance of being all around good kids in helping out, offering practical solutions, lugging things, moving appliances and piles of trash.  They were Barney's right hand. Josey marveled at what chameleons they were. It reminded him of an old B+W movie he had seen on TV, "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." He remembered that the movie had frightened him and he couldn't sleep unless he was cuddled up with his mother.

Barney commandeered Richie.  "I want you to go out to the garage and move any junk out of there and then sweep it clean.  It be real nice to be able to park a car in there again. Be sure to put that rusty old bike in the pile too. Get that useless Josey to help you."

"Ok dad!"

Josey was close enough to hear Barney's blustering bellow. 

Richie had been nice to Josey all day.

He came up to him, and smiled. "Follow me, I need your help."

The house sat at the front of the lot with a driveway on the side.  The stand alone garage was at the back of the property and Josey followed Richie, dreading more shit work.

Josey went into the garage and turned to see Richie locking the door from the inside. When he first walked in he hadn't noticed that Eddie was standing there. He was jerking off.  Richie manhandled Josey up against the wall and then pushed him down.  He smacked him lightly to direct his attention and then pushed his cock into Josey's mouth.  

Eddie was stroking hard. "Come on Richie, make it quick before the old man comes lookin."

Richie came all over Josey's face and Eddie hastily moved in. To say that the whole thing lasted more than 5 minutes would have been an exaggeration.

Before they left, Richie turned to say, "I wish no one else was here cause I wanted to kick the fuckin shit out of you and then fuck your faggot ass.  Just you wait, there's plenty of time, Josephine!"



Into the Night

By early evening, Barney took the boys back to their mother's house in Glendora, out in the Valley. Jennifer guessed that he'd probably be gone 2 or 3 hours. She poured a glass of vodka and split it with water.

Josey sat quietly and finally said, “I don't like it here.”

Jennifer turned and angrily said, “What's your problem? You don't have to sleep with him.”

She was resentful and her voice was in a low, sullen register. “We have to figure a way out of this.”

The alcohol had created a superficial a rift between mother and son but it was much worse than that. She had no idea of what Josey had gone through in the company of Barney's two sons and there was no way he could tell her. Josey had already been broken and he knew that when they came back on the week-end, there would be more of the same.

~

Both Richie's and Eddie's scent was strong in the small room from underwear, tee-shirts and rancid sweat. Josey opened the window. He didn't want to sleep on either of their beds so he stayed on the cot. It was the only thing in the house that seemed like it was his and his alone.

About 10, Josey got up to call Clark.  Jennifer was still sitting there. He picked up the phone and turned so his mother couldn't hear. At some other time she might have protested or said, “Who you callin?” but she just sat still, sipping her drink and said, nothing.

It rang and rang and rang but no answer.

Barney came home and they went into the bedroom, Josey got up and tried again. No answer, no answer, no answer.

Josey sat in the room staring at the dark paneled wall that separate the two bedrooms. He could hear them but not clearly. They were drinking and talking.  Josey tried to ignore it and looked out the window instead. There was traffic along Olympic Blvd and the lights made it almost like daylight.  Josey crept back out into the living room and tried to call Clark again. He might just have walked in.

He returned to the bedroom and sat listing and looking at the wall that separated the two rooms. There was silence then some talk and bumps and thuds.  Josey crawled onto Richie's bed and put his ear up against the wall. His mother's voice was shrill and Barney's was low, rumbling and indistinct. It was punctuated with that awful laugh of his.

He heard his mother say, “Oh Barney, no! Will you get over that shit.”

There were more bumps and the trivial crash of a metal ashtray, then it started. It rattled the wall and went on and on, stopped and then started again. Josey moved back and away from the wall and just looked at it. It started up again increasing its rate. It concluded with a prolonged rumbling moan and a final gasp and then the room was quiet.

Josey hated Barney.

~

He lay looking out the window for hours until he slowly pulled down his pants and then got undressed.  He was preparing to jerk off. Josey reached down into the backpack his mother had gotten him for going to the beach and retrieved the vibrator he had stolen.  This was the new way.  He slid it in and out of his ass and thought of Clark.  Clark would do that for him and he would take care of him and protect him no matter what. It was a cure for the pain.  He needed to feel better and shed all the chaos that was happening around.  While doing this, he let himself dream about another place that was far away.  He lay on the small cot stroking himself. The boy thought about the castle in the canyon. Clark was a giant of a man and he was longing for his warm comforting voice.

The experience wasn't at all frenzied like the shaking of the bedroom wall. He learned to relax and penetrate himself in a soothing rhythm until gradually  and slowly it rose up inside of him and peacefully released long streams of clear sweet liquid.  

Finally, Josey slept.

~

With the boys gone and Barney at work during the day, both Josey and his mother just sat around. Jennifer didn't fit in any better than Josey did.

She looked at her son. "Josey, let's get out of here. Maybe if we go to the beach we'll both feel better."

They gathered their things and caught a bus to Venice. Laying in the sun near the water, Jennifer was already starting to look better.

Josey said, "If we got homeless again, it's ok and I'd help us find a place."

Jennifer smiled at her son. "I know you would but just give me a little more time." 

"Don't you see how fucked up this whole thing is?"

She laughed, "Josey, your too sweet to use that kind of language but you're right, it is fucked-up."

Getting suddenly serious, she came closer to Josey. "You're right, we gotta find a way out of this."

~

Some people have one drink and get festive, funny and sometimes, sad.   Others turn mean and hostile.  It was becoming increasingly evident that Barney was one of the latter. 

He expected dinner when he got home and required that it be sit down so that he could lord over all his subjects. On this night, for some reason, he had it in for Josey. He was sullen and narrowed his eyes at the boy. 

Dropping his utensils on the plate he harshly announced, "It's time that me and Josey here have a little talk."

When Jennifer tried to stop him, he yelled, "This is my house and what I say goes!"

He manhandled the boy out to the garage away from Jennifer's interference. Locking the door behind them was dreadful and eerily familiar.

"So tell me Joseph, just what do you plan to do while you are living in my house? Do you think I would let my boys sit around and jerk off all day? No, they'd get out and get a job and bring their pay checks back to me. Tell me why I should expect any less from you?"

He cornered the cowering Josey.

"Do me the courtesy of looking at me when I'm talking to you."

Barney gave the impression of being completely exasperated but they had only been in the garage for a couple of minutes. His exasperation was premature because then he began saying what he really wanted to say all along. 

"You think you are fooling me and my boys the same way that you fooled your mother but you're not fooling me for a second. I know what you are all about, acting like a girl when you are really a pathetic weakling and a coward, you disgust me."

Holding Josey by his shoulders, Barney began shaking him hard as if this was going to knock sense into him.  Out of fear or desperation, Josey began to cry.

"Look at you! You're lucky that you aren't my son because I'd whip your stinky ass with a belt."  He fingered the belt around his own waist as if he was preparing to unfurl it."

Jennifer was yelling and banging on the garage door.

"You watch your step you little faggot and keep your filthy hands off of my boys!."

When he unlatched the door, Jennifer came in and Josey quickly slipped by her, down the driveway, and into the night.

To Be Continued

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