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The Sissy and the Outcast

The Transaction

Mr. Curley owned the motorcycle repair shop that was next to the Carpetland strip mall.

"That bike of yours is way out of date but I'll see what I can do. No problem with the battery but I'll have to send for a repair kit for the carburetor. Kevin can fix it but he's been booked up. "

Mr. Curley was middle-aged, balding and had a raft of daughters. He and Seth had nothing in common. Seth just wanted to get his bike on the road.

The store owner looked Seth over from his paint spattered shoes to stringy hair on top. Then he looked into his eyes for a sign. There was nothing he could detect.

"Just bring it by after lunch and I'll see if Kevin can get to it.”

He walked home, unbolted the carburetor from the bike and walked back.. It turns out that Mr. Curley didn't really know anything about bike repair.

Standing back to get a better look at Seth he said, “Just like I thought, all the rubbers and springs are deteriorated. Kevin can fix it, He can fix anything."

Seth was grateful. He had the money for the battery but after that he was broke.

"When it's all fixed and if it is more that I got, can I pay you in installments?"

Although Seth never mentioned it to anyone a wordless deal had been struck.

The portly man hung the closed sign on the door and both of them went into the back room. Mr. Curley, the man with a raft of daughters and a nagging wife, got on his knees in front of Seth and opened his mouth. Somehow this appealed to Seth's twisted and perverse nature. It had the effect of merging sex and hate into a lethal brew that pleased his darker side. When it went on too long and the novelty wore off, Seth told him to lick his balls and then concluded by jerking off into his face. Now, the carburetor is paid for and soon Seth would be flying.

The Guidance Counselor

Hi Michael, How are you doing today.”

Ms. Conway wasn't like the teachers. She was always pleasant.

We just want to see how you are progressing and from your grades, I think you are doing an excellent job. I just have to go over your particulars. Michael, you live with you mother?”

Yes, it's just me and her.”

I see your father is not in the home, How do you feel about that?”

Michael shrugged his shoulders and Ms. Conway moved on.

Let me see, you and your mom are living in section 8 housing?”

I guess, I don't know?”

I heard from the main office that your mom has gotten a job at the hospital.”

Yeah, she likes it.”

That's good to hear. I am just curious, does your mom's boyfriend come to visit or does he live there?”

This line of dialogue was lost on Michael but Ms. Conway was acting as an agent for social services

No, she doesn't have no boyfriend.”

Oh, I see you have Mr. Hunter for social studies. He's a fine teacher. Don't do you think?”

He's ok.”

How are you doing in social studies?”

Pretty good.”

Michael, I have to ask you a few questions but it will just be between us so you don't need to worry.”

Ok.”

Has Mr. Hunter shown you any special attention?”

Michael searched his memory. “I don't know?”

Michael, you are in the 7th grade so I hope I don't have to tell you the difference between good touch and bad touch but has Mr. Hunter ever touched you in a bad way.”

Michael suddenly realized that this was an interrogation. “No, Mr. Hunter never did.”

Ok, I think we are done here and it is probably a good idea if you don't share our conversation with anyone else. Michael, if you have a problem, I want you to feel free to come and talk it over with me.


The intruder

It was after ten. Looking out the window Michael saw the dark figure crossing the yard towards his house. A twinge of excitement went through him. He jumped back in to bed, hiding under the blanket as if he was frightened or fearful, but he wasn't. Michael was quivering with anticipation. Like a thief or even a murderer the dark figure was slowly coming up the stairs. The click at the door confirmed that what he wanted to happen was going to happen. Seth knew that Michael's crazy mother had gone off to work and now he could do anything he wanted to her son.

He reclined on the bed next to Micheal. “You think your mom left any cigarettes around?”

Michael hopped up and returned, offering the older boy the cigarettes.

Seth looked up and said, “You don't need these.”

Slowly and carefully he pulled down Michael's underpants pushing them to his ankles. The younger boy stepped out of them leaving him naked in front of the nefarious intruder. The boy leaned forward and opened Seth's pants allowing his big hard cock to spring out. Tugging his jeans out of the way he took the stiff cock into his mouth. Seth laughed at Michael's willingness.

I guess the solution to all your problems is between my legs. Don't you wish your mom was here so she could see this?”

He laughed because it got an immediate rise out of Michael.

Don't say things like that it gives me the creeps!”

The comment did nothing to quell Seth's careless irreverence, instead, he position the boy where he could fuck him in the mouth. Seth was over him, holding him, directing him and using him. Even at this stage Michael wasn't sure what it all meant, he just wanted it to continue.

Seth stopped and then manhandled the boy to his hands and knees.

I've been wanting to have a closer look at this.”

He parted Michael's behind, probing it with his fingers. He knew for sure that Michael had never had it up the ass and to be fair, Seth had never done it to anyone but he was considering the twisted possibilities. He brought his fingers up to smell and the effect was to raise his lust even higher.

Michael was unsure and embarrassed. He looked behind and saw Seth preoccupied with his boy hole. Michael was worried as if the older boy hadn't done enough to him already.

Have you ever thought about it?” Seth continued to probe.

Thought about what?”

You know, havin a big hard dick up your ass, you know like mine?”

Seth put two fingers into his mouth covering them with spit so that he could probe Michael's hole even deeper.

What if I fart? Or something else?”

Don't be such a pussy. I was just askin because I want to try it. What ya think?”

This was uncharted territory for Michael but so was everything else since he had met Seth.

He wasn't going to say no. “I guess,..if you want to.”

Seth fell into the same delirious state he had been in when he first got Micheal to suck his dick.

He became urgent and breathless. “Yeah, I want to do it.”

Seth was up on his knees behind him pushing his spit covered cock at his hole. It would go in a little and then pop out. Seth could smell the younger boy's insides. He added more spit.

Close to Michael's ear he whispered, “You gotta let me in. I want to squirt it all up your ass.”

In the same soft whisper he said. “I dreamed about doin it.”

In and out, part way, more spit, in and out. It must have been painful because Michael was whimpering and crying out but in spite of that, he didn't try to get away or fend Seth off.

The older boy continued until his cock finally slid all the way up. The boy under him writhed and grunted. Holding Michael tightly he knew he had accomplished it and considering Michael's sacrifice he would try to cum quickly. Seth was on the edge anyway so he continued with a soft and gentle in and out and then,..He let go. Forcing himself deeper he grunted until it was over. The two boys lay together for some time.

I always wanted to do that. Michael, are you ok?”

Michael's face was buried in the covers. He mumbled something.

What?”

Michael lifted his head. “No, I'm not ok!”

The atmosphere around the small bed now betrayed the evidence of Michael's dirty bottom. The younger boy buried his head in shame.

Oh come on, you'll get over it.”

Seth stroked and soothed Michael until his physical distressed subsided.

He giggled into Michael's ear. “I warned you about me but you wouldn't listen.”


At 7:30 his mother was leaning over him. "Michael, honey, you left the door unlocked! Oh my God, somebody could come in and murder you! Don't ever do that again!"



Part 6 to follow

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