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The Sissy and the Outcast

Mr. Curley

The skinny teen stood in front of the man. “I've tried everything, I changed the plugs, re-adjusted the carburetor every which way. I rolled it down the hill in gear trying to get it to pop and it starts for one second and then dies. Mr. Curley, I've tried everything.”

The man looked down at the pathetic motorcycle. “Yeah, the tires got dry rot so that's one more thing you got to worry about.”

As tough as he was, Seth appeared to be close to tears.

“Well look, why don't you leave it here and I'll have Kevin work on it, but I can tell you right now, it's not going to be cheap!”

Mr Curley knew Seth had no money so this offer was a transaction of a different sort.

He put the closed sign in the window. “I'm warning you now, doing it once is just not going to be enough. I'll have to sit down with a pencil and paper and figure it out.”

Once, alone in the back room with Seth, the man's arrogant bluster evaporated.

His voice trembled. “Can you take your pants all the way off?”

Seth didn't answer, he just did it and then presented his cock to Mr Curley. It wasn't hard but it became hard in the man's mouth. Inwardly Seth was realizing that his cock and whatever squirted out of it was worth money. The man sucked like a pig. Mr. Curley asked Seth to put one foot up on a chair making his asshole accessible. He licked him until he was clean and tidy and then went back to Seth's cock. Getting impatient, Seth jerked off into the man's mouth just to be done with it.

On the way out, Mr. Curley asked. “What about Thursday?”

The Arrangement

Because circumstances not only allowed it, they promoted Seth and Michael spending every night together and its primary purpose was to provide an opportunity for Seth to fuck Michael. Gradually they became molded into these two separate and perfect roles. In urgent anticipation, naked Michael would lift his legs and roll back on the bed to be penetrated by Seth. The older boy would start with his tongue up Michael's hole and then rise up to fuck him. Seth was no longer gentle. He didn't need to be because Michael wanted it as bad as Seth wanted to do it. Pushing Michael's legs back as far as they would go, Seth fucked hard and long.

“Giggling down at Michael he said, “I fuckin love this!”

Michael pulled himself up to Seth and for the first time, stuck his tongue into the older boy's mouth. Seth continued to fuck and then suddenly and unexpectedly, he came.

There was one morning when Charlotte Bettencourt came home to find them both asleep together in Michael's bed.

"Seth, What a relief it is to have you over, you know I worry about Michael so the fact the you boys are friends is a load off my mind. Seth, you can stay overnight anytime you'd like."

The fact that Seth may have been fucking her son every-which-way and now, in front of her, he lay with a big piss-hard boner hidden under the covers, just went right over her head. The two boys looked at each other in disbelief.

Mr. Hunter

Mr. Hunter, Michael's social studies teacher approached him in the hall between classes.

“Michael, how are things? You're beginning to look a little healthier.”

Michael liked the approval, especially from Mr. Hunter.

“You know Michael, if you need to talk, my door is always open.”

Michael was feeling better. He smiled up at his teacher and then moved on.

The Bike

After 5 or 6 visits to Mr. Curley's, it was getting old. On top of that, his bike lay un-repaired.

He was firm. “I don't know Seth, maybe 10 more times?”

Seth blurted out. “Fuck you asshole! When Is my fuckin bike going to be fixed?!”

“I'm sorry, I ordered the tires but Kevin's been on vacation. As soon as he gets back it will be first on the list!”

Mr. Curley turned and put the closed sign back in the window. Seth was compliant and followed the man into the back room. After barely a few minutes, he left leaving Mr. Curley partially gratified and dizzy.

5 days later, a proud Seth had the bike up on its kick stand and was reving the engine and making small adjustments. It was loud and plumes of blue smoke poured out of its tail pipe. Seth could barely contain himself. He hopped on. He was squeezing the clutch, twisting the throttle and shifting through the gears with his foot.

He looked at Michael. “Well, come on!”

Unsure, Michael climbed on the back of the bike. He put both hands around Seth's waist. The bike jolted and the boy almost fell backwards.

Looking back Seth said, “You have to hang on!”

They took off in a shower of gravel. The bike climbed the steep hill with ease and once on the road, flew off at high speed. Michael felt the force and power of the motorcycle and imagined it to be like a jet plane. Where he might be fearful he was with Seth and he trusted Seth more than anyone. Seth would never ever let anything bad happen to him. He held on tight and watched the world fly by.

In sharp contrast, Seth felt in charge for the first time in his life. He was navigating the turns in the road and was stepping up the speed on the straight away. He wanted to maximize his abilities and become at ease with the thrilling danger and excitement of being a renegade, maybe even and outlaw. He wanted people to see him fly by and be impressed with his image, Their heads would turn. He wanted to be someone,..cool, someone desirable. Now Seth could be self-confident and aloof and at any moment, get on his bike and fly off into the horizon. His adrenaline was pumping. He was immersed in a fantasy that was becoming real. Seth almost forgot that Michael was on the back with him.

He pulled the bike off road and followed an overgrown path. They stopped to gather themselves. Seth was euphoric. He pissed up high in the air and it splashed down on the dirt. When he began to jerk-off Michael came and took his cock into his mouth. Seth accepted it as if it was tribute.

He had suddenly become arrogant. “ Suck my dick, faggot!”

He manhandled Michael as if he, along with the bike was his property. Leaning the younger boy against the bike seat he pulled down his pants and began to fuck Michael hard. It was curious because he was fucking Michael but his eyes were fix on his beautiful motorcycle. Holding Michael tight, he let go. Seth felt the product of his balls being squirted up the young boy's asshole. This along with his motorcycle was superb validation.

Michael didn't care. If this was going to be the way it was to be, so be it.

They spent all day together and the next day. Michael was perfectly happy to be attached to Seth with no free will of his own.

When he came from school on Monday, Seth was gone. There was no sign of him. Michael was suddenly empty and when evening came, still no Seth, he began to worry. The idea that he might have been in an accident crossed his mind or maybe he finally ran away like he always said he would. He knew that he would feel so much better when Seth came back. Michael thought that there was nothing in his life without the older boy. It got to be late. With Michael's mother working the night shift all he could do was worry and wait. It seemed like hours until he finally heard, way off in the distance, a motorcycle. It came closer and then down the hill to the old man's yard. Then it went silent. Michael lay there in dread anticipation that was finally relieved when he heard the door latch click.

“Seth!”

Bliss

The dark figure stood there, wordless. He slowly kicked off one shoe and then the other. Michael fumbled around to light the candle. He came onto the small bed to lay with Michael. The glow of the candle revealed a serene and peaceful face.

“How you been?”

Michael said,“Where'd you go?”

Seth smiled and softly said, “Everywhere.”

He pulled out a joint of marijuana and lit it from the candle. Offering it to Michael the younger boy shook his head no.

“Oh, come on, you little faggot, smoke it. You'll like it, especially when I fuck you.”

Hearing Seth say that made him feel warm all over.

“Come on, you like it when I fuck you, right, then smoke it for me.”

He did and it was followed with a series of prolonged choking and coughing fits.

“Come on, just a few more, do it for me.”

It didn't take long until Michael entered a new and unfamiliar world that was mystical and strange. Seth began to undress filling the room with his intoxicating sweat, Seth waved his hard cock back and forth in front of the younger boy. Michael opened his mouth and the older boy, stuck it in. The lust was so intense that both boys cooed and whispered to each other. The small cluttered bedroom became the entire universe and Michael's world had become both explicit, obscene and magical. Seth climbed on him, pushing his cock in and out of his mouth.

He looked down on Michael. “You like it? Lick my balls.”

The younger one wanted to, and would do, anything and everything Seth wanted. For the first time he licked Seth's dirty, teenage hole. Michael didn't care, he would do it. He would do anything.

He elevated the younger boy's legs and pushing all the way back, Seth knelt at the edge of the bed probing the boy's ass hole with his tongue. When enough spit had been pushed up his hole, Seth began to penetrate him. Slowly at first and then all the way in and out and in and out. This time it was Michael that swooned. He reached up to pulled Seth down low enough to kiss. He would not and he turned away to avoid Michael's kiss until Michael eventually gave up. Seth had become a well oiled machine that's only purpose is to fuck ass. He did it long and hard. He made Michael cum from his insides. Once Seth came, he collapsed on Michael as if dead. The younger one stayed awake most of the night just holding on to he sleeping Seth.

Part 7 to follow

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