Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2019 12:22:17 -0400
From: Adin East <eastadin@gmail.com>
Subject: Sleepover Trap

This story contains sexual situations between males. If material of this
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      Swaying his hips to the beat of the music, Cal got into his
workout routine. Dancing was the best way he knew to keep his male
body in a decidedly feminine form. It also provided him with the
means of releasing the stress built up from a nasty day at school.
      Despite there only being a month away from graduating, the
usual bullies still found it necessary to tease him on his figure
and the softness of his voice and practically everything about him.
Cal knew he should ignore it as he chose to have a body like this.
In truth, he at times took their insults and compliments, seeing
it as validation for his efforts to femininize himself without the
use of drugs.
      Mimicking the lady in the video of the far too large and expensive
TV, Cal switched to jumping jacks, straining his slim legs and arms.
If only these works outs would improve his stamina as well, only
half-an-hour into the workout and his shirt already dripped with
sweat and his mom's panties began to ride up his tight behind.
      Reminded of the time, Cal finished up his exercise and turned
off the TV. Mom was waiting for him in the kitchen.
      In the kitchen, mom sat with his breakfast ready. Her brows
were creased in that special way of hers and she had on the same
cute pout he had when worried. Not wanting to worry her, Cal dug
into his sandwich as if nothing were wrong. His act failed to fool
her.
      After he had finished his breakfast, she spoke her mind. "Are
you OK?"
      Cal raised his thin brows as if the question surprised him.
"OK? Yeah, sure." Her eyes showed disappointment at the obvious
lie. Cal sighed. "Maybe I'm going through a little trouble."
      She pounced. "Tell me everything. If that bitch Mia messed
with you again, then I will personally whip her ass!"
      He feared this reaction from her. It's why he wanted to keep
his mouth shut. Mom always had a proactive attitude to solving
problems, and she extended it to her only dear boy.
      Cal attempted to calm her, however useless that may be. "Mom
it's not Mia. It's me." As he said it, he gestured to his girlish
body.
      While she still looked ready to fight, mom put down her fists.
"Homophobia at this damn age. I can't believe it. Like, hello, it's
2030. Even in my time, it was being stamped out."
      He winced at his mom's response. Even she thought her son was
just a closeted gay boy or a wannabe transgender. The truth would
shock her. It's sure did everyone else he told.
      She came around to his side of the table and wrapped him in
an awkward hug. Her breasts were mashing up against his head. "Don't
worry baby. Everything will be alright. Change comes slow."
      "Too slow for me. I don't want to be old and gray by the time
I'm accepted. Honestly, I'll just take some tolerance."
      "If your father were here..."
      While Cal wished his father was here too, he doubted the old
man could help. Like his mother, he always went overboard in his
solutions to problems. It's why he was no longer with them. But
he would say none of that his mom. Maybe they both needed to believe
the lie.
      Mom released him from her hug and turned him around to face
her in his chair. "A sleepover."
      "What?"
      "Bring your friends over for a sleepover. That's what I did
when I felt blue. We already have plenty of room in the house. Your
father left us that much."
      His cheeks flamed. Unfortunately for him, the number of friends
he could bring to a sleepover would number in the mid to high zeros.
      Rather than admit his shame to mom, he tried to dodge. "Oh,
I don't know, mom. I'm eighteen and graduating soon. My friends
have better things to do than go to a sleepover." All through the
explanation, he squirmed his little butt in the chair.
      She completely ignored him. "Can't have too much junk food
but we don't want you looking like a prude. Porn! I'll get your
father's old USB stick. It has regular movies on it too."
      "Mom!"
      "I think it has some of my favorite songs too. It might not
be the style these days—all that weird algorithm-generated nonsense.
But it will do the boys some good to hear the classics. Some Kanye,
a little Beyoncé..."
      "Mom, please!"
      She stopped, turned, and asked, "Are you going to wear my
panties?"
      Cal experienced what death must feel like.
      To her credit, his mom had gotten everything ready quickly
enough. A long table full of snacks was at the corner of the living
room and the couches had been moved to provide space for a group
to dance or play board games.
      He had to break it to her easy that nobody played board games
anymore, and he fought her when she tried to get a disco ball setup.
Mom looked more excited for the sleepover than Cal did. She shuttled
herself all over the house, cleaning everything as to not embarrass
him. But if she carried on like that, she would certainly fail.
      Not to say Cal had no anticipation for the sleepover. He had
to invite someone, and he knew the perfect guy. His excuse for the
absences of his supposedly large group of friends was ready on his
lips. Cal would tell her a conflicting party called them away. When
given the choice between a sausage fest and plentiful pussy, his
non-existent friends chose the latter.
      It was his hope that mom, in her excitement and sudden
disappointment, would not see through the lie.
      A hard rapping on the door drew mom's attention away from the
vase she'd spent far too much time trying to place just so. Thankfully,
mom abandoned the fruitless task and answered the door while Cal
hurriedly fixed himself up and popped a mint into his mouth.
      "Welcome to our home—come in, come in!" Sam knew why mother
halted her introduction. She knew the boy at the door.
      "Thanks," came the deep voice of Bret.
      He plodded passed his mom then stopped, slowly taking in the
expanse of his home with his usual tired eyes.
      The design of Cal's house, bought with the money father left
them, had an open, fresh feel. There were no doors to any of the
rooms and only the curtains mother added with some hanging beads
gifted to them by one of her friends obscured the view of the other
rooms.
      Slowly, Bret nodded. "Nice place. Like I thought. Food?"
      Mom once again became alert and guided the big boy to the
requested food, making sure to shoot narrowed eyes to Cal as she
went. Oh, there would be words.
      Once mom had introduced Bret to the food, she pulled Cal aside
to whisper heatedly to her son. "Bret? Really? You expect me to
believe he is your friend and only one at that?"
      Cal rubbed his thighs together at her gaze. "The others had
to go to another party. They had girls and I don't."
      She hissed her teeth. "That lie would have worked if nobody
came, but someone did. Bret is a bully." A knowing light came into
her eyes. "And that's why you invited him. Oh, my boy. You don't
need to do this. Just because you're gay does not mean you ever
need acceptance from your bullies."
      Again, he sealed his pouty lips, unwilling to confess his true
orientation, if one could even call it that.
      At his silence, she peeked back at Bret who had not eaten yet.
Instead, he loomed over the food, deciding its fate. "He looks a
lot like your father," she said while still looking at him.
      "That's not the reason I invited him." At least, not the only
reason.
      Mom pouted, not believing him.
      "I'm trying to make friends. One boy at a time. If I turn him
around, then the rest will follow."
      "So, you don't have any friends."
      Cal had slipped up. That was the way with lies. Telling one
requires another, and the liar loses track. Thankfully she wasn't
mad and hugged him.
      She released him eventually and returned her eyes to Bret.
"He really does look like your father though."
      "His hair and eyes are different but the way he walks—"
      "Like a very deliberate snail."
      They shared a giggle and after yet another hug she left after
gracing him with some parting advice. "Well, at least he showed
up, even though I told his mom not to come near the house. Just
don't push too hard OK."
      "OK."
      Bret had shown up because his mother was a verified hotty.
She had big breasts and a youthful face, not to mention a healthy
figure maintained by her frequent workouts. The goal Cal had was
for Bret to come for the pussy and stay for the ass.

#
      Cal crept behind Bret with soft steps, not wanting to interrupt
him as he had finally started to wolf down the array of food on
the table. The deliberation from before tossed aside in favor of
attacking everything. Cal waited patiently for Bret to remove his
attention from the food and notice him.
      He wore tight pants that hugged the curve of his hips. It came
up just below V line so that lookers could see his pale stomach
and the flesh of his ass pushing out from the waistband. An equally
tight shirt completed the attire, but it cut off around the
bellybutton to expose even more skin.
      Just thinking about Bret's reaction got his little dick hard.
In order to hide his reaction, he shifted his legs in place. That
brought on Bret's attention.
      He stopped eating. "You always did like sneaking up on me."
      "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you."
      "Too late." He gave his signature rumble when upset.
      "We got some great movies recorded, really old stuff. You like
those right?"
      Cal's attempt to change the subject worked. "Yeah, it's hard
to find that stuff these days."
      Consolidation of all the entertainment companies meant the
price to watch quality shows had grown far too expensive for someone
of Bret's background to afford. In the end, Bret might stay for
the flix rather than the pussy or Cal's ass. Hey, Cal had to start
somewhere. And besides, there was an old saying: Flix and Chill.
It might work in his favor.
      Cal ushered him to the TV in the same way his mom ushered him
to the food. The news was already on and Cal moved to change it,
but Bret stopped him.
      It went to show Cal had much to learn about Bret who sat absorbing
the news anchor's report. Bret was no dumb jock only interested
in sports and violent games. Just as Cal hoped.
      The anchor had much the same to say as all the other reports
that came on that night and all the nights before. Talk of war over
resources, job losses to automation and extreme weather. Both he
and Bret could relate to the issues in the most personal way.
      Unwisely, Cal thought to use that connection to bond. "My dad
used to work on an offshore oil platform back when they were still
profitable. A storm hit it and everyone died."
      Bret's silence made Cal think he'd been too abrupt. Dead dad
and mass death were a poor topic. But honestly, he wanted to talk
to someone about it.
      Bret gave off another one of his rumbles. "I know."
      "Oh...I never told anybody."
      This time the rumble turned into a growl. "You knew my dad
is dead, so you brought up yours."
      "Y-yeah I thought we could talk about it, ya know." Cal turned
in on himself as Bret's tired eyes narrowed.
      "The reason I know is because my dad was a first responder,
idiot!"
      "I didn't know."
      "Why would you? All things considered, your family came out
smelling like spring. While mine had to pay a mountain load of debt."
      "Sorry."
      "Good. Now shut up and watch TV."
      Questions swirled in Cal's mind. Was that why Bret bullied
him? If so, then why had he come? Certainly not to ogle a woman
he may have hated. It also reminded him that Cal and Bret's mom
spoke.
      Not wanting to anger Bret with his questions, he did as asked
and stayed silent as they watched the TV.
      Once it appeared that Bret had calmed down, Cal continued with
his plan to seduce his crush. He flipped through the recorded shows
and landed on porn as if naturally.
      He took Bret's non-reaction as acceptance and they watched
a woman going down on a too-large cock. The pornstar had her eyes
shut as the heavily muscled man rammed her face up and down his
cock. She let her co-star dominate her throat.
      Closing his own eyes, Cal switched places with the pornstar
using his imagination. Instead of her drool coating the entire length
of the cock, it was his, his throat getting strained, his mouth
being stuffed.
      His little dick again hard, Cal shifted in on the couch. Peeking
at Bret, he saw the boy watching the scene with impressive stoicism
and thankfully not hearing the rustle of Cal's squirming.
      Losing patience, Cal made his move, creeping his small hand
to Bret's thigh. He let it rest there until Bret grew used to the
sensation of his warm hand on his powerful thigh.
      When the male pornstar released his poor partner, they switched
to a doggy position. Her mane of hair wildly swung about as the
man pounded her ass with enough force that he might as well be spanking
her.
      Then, eventually, Bret's cock reacted. A thick bulge strained
his pants. Cal carefully directed his hand to it. But the advance
of his hand halted when Bret grabbed him by his slim wrist.
      "That's the problem with you Cal. You fucking bring up our
dead dads and think it's the best time to flip to some porn and
try to get at my cock."
      "Ow! You're hurting me," Cal whined as Bret increased the power
of his grip.
      "You think I'm an idiot, don't you? Don't answer that. I know
you do. That surprised look on your girl's face when you saw that
I wanted to watch the news said it all."
      "That's not true. I was just—I didn't know for sure."
      Even as Bret continued to hold his wrist captive, Cal's eyes
gravitated back to the bulge in Bret's pants. The outline well defined
enough for Cal to estimate the length and girth of the cock.
      His inspection did not pass Bret's notice or his anger.
"Seriously?" Then Bret with his free hand unzipped himself and let
free a thick hard cock. "I know why you invited me here. It's because
of this right." He grasped his cock by the base and waved it to
make his point.
      A dribble of drool ran from Cal's mouth and using his own free
hand, reached out for it like a rope to a lifeboat. Bret's dower
face twisted at Cal's reaction. Roughly, Bret pulled Cal by the
wrist and pushed his face into his crotch. The new position left
Cal's cheek pressed against full balls.
      All Cal could think about was how strong Bret was to manhandle
him in such a fashion. Cal inhaled, taking in Bret's musk.
      "God, you're gross. Like some kind of fag from the pornos.
They don't make them like you anymore."
      Cal was too high on Bret's ball musk to respond. He chose to
nuzzle the ball sack like a happy cat instead.
      "Fine then. You want cock, fag. Here it is!"
      Cal's got tugged by the hair until his lips met the tip of
Bret's cock. He wanted to kiss the large head, or at least lick
up the precum had squeezed through the little hole but Bret was
having not of that faggy behavior. He slammed Cal's open mouth onto
his cock, forcing Cal out of his haze of lust.
      Bret gave him no time to adjust. He just started ramming more
inches of his girth into Cal's hot mouth. Unable to handle the pace,
Cal slapped at any part of Bret's muscled body in an attempt to
escape. It was useless. The hammering of Cal's throat continued.
      His breathing became erratic and his legs kicked at the couch
helplessly. Bret used Cal's short hair as a handhold to force yet
more cock into the fag's throat, venting his anger on him.
      But even as Cal panicked, he had time to count the violent
taking of his throat as a victory. An image only seen in straight
porn played out in Cal's home with the boy he crushed on. Knowing
that he'd gotten what he wanted, Cal closed his eyes and remembered
his practice with his dildos.
      Like the woman in the porno, he gave up control and let Bret
take his throat. Soon, the thrusting cock entered Cal's relaxed
throat. Then as Bret paused to moan when his cock entered the new
warm territory, Cal by his own efforts swallowed the rest of the
cock. He pushed his own head down until his soft pouty lips kissed
Bret's base and his nose got tickled by the soft fuzz of hair.
      "Fuck!"
      Another victory, verbal confirmation of Cal's skills. Cal used
Bret's weakness to take the initiative. He placed his hands on Bret's
thighs, rubbing them like he had before Bret stopped him. Then pushing
up from them, he removed the cock from his mouth till only the top
was suckled by his lips. Then he plunged all the way back down.
      Cal repeated the process, dominating Bret with the softness
of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, and the tightness of his throat.
      Bret could take it no longer. With a roar, Bret exploded into
Cal's throat and despite his best efforts, could not swallow it
all. His balls really were full.
      A smug smile on his face, Cal wiped the cum from his lips that
had become red from the sucking. Bret glowered at him. But Cal kept
right on smiling.
      "You think you accomplished something. You think I'm some secret
fag now?"
      "No."
      Bret's confusion amused him. What nobody, not even his mother,
understood, was that he wasn't a fag or gay or trans. Still, he
had won a victory over Bret.
      Bret pulled his pants back on in a hurry. "Then why are you
smiling?"
      "The porn."
      "What about it?"
      "You were looking at me not the girl on the screen when you
fucked my throat."
      They both turned to the TV and saw that the movie was not even
on anymore, it had gone back to the news.

#
      Bret rudely pushed his mother aside and went straight for the
baths. The shock and anger on his face at the revelation Cal dropped
on him made him want to escape. Cal might have pushed too hard as
his mother warned.
      Mom, uncaring of Bret's rudeness, hurried over to him. "Are
you OK, dear?"
      "Yeah. Bret just wants to wash himself off." Then Cal took
in his mother's cat's grin. "You saw!"
      "Everything!" She clapped her hands, excited. "You took him
so well. I never could."
      "I don't want to hear this."
      "Guys like to look at girls eagerly taking their cocks but
since real life isn't porn, they really just want to fuck your throats.
Well, you're not a girl but the rule still counts."
      "You're killing me, mom."
      "Serves you right for inviting that boy over and lying to me
about it. Now, why do you look so dower when you got what you wanted?"
      "You saw him, right? He is pissed."
      "Fucking a gay boy's throat does not make him gay. Explain
that to him."
      He would really have to clear that misconception with his mother
soon before it caused more problems. That was another battle for
another day.
      She rose from the coach. "Up now. Time to put the pressure
on."
      "You said not to push too hard."
      "Too late for that now. Time to go all in. Join him in the
bath. Make up some excuse. It's your house after all and he can't
escape." She then laughed like a villain from the old movies.
      The openness of his mother would surprise some people but not
many. Part of the reformed sex education system involved parents
working closely with their children to enlighten to the world of
sexual activity. That meant watching them have sex and vice versa.
Mom took it a step further and hired prostitutes to put a show on
for him. The video was on the USB stick.
      With his mother pushing him by the back up the stairs, Cal
went to what might be his doom.
      Bret already had the shower running. Mist clouded his vision
and Bret's clothes rested on the tiled floor. Cal let his own clothes
join them.
      Sliding the shower door open, he saw Bret fully nude and gaped.
      To say he was strong was an understatement. He bristled with
power. Every small movement, from the washing of his hair to the
scrubbing of his chest, caused his thick muscles to flex
       For now, he was unaware of Cal's presence so Cal slipped in,
slid back the shower door softly and got a rag. He moved up behind
Bret's broad back and put the rag to his skin.
      Bret flinched, then relaxed. He was really going to let Cal
do this!
      Happy, he hummed to himself and got to work cleaning the bigger
boy's body. He worked from his thighs to his ass, soaping it up
carefully, enjoying Bret's attempt to show no reaction.
      No longer able to resist, Cal reached around to get at Bret's
cock. At first, Bret did nothing. It made Cal believe he would let
him pretend to clean his cock but was not to be. Bret lost patience.
      Cal squeaked when Bret spun to face him and clasped his slender
shoulders to spin him around. With a firm push, Cal's face met the
slick shower wall.
      A shudder along his back alerted Cal to Bret's presence right
behind him. Cal tried to push himself off the wall but an insisting
hand from Bret stopped him. He soon found out why.
      The large head of Bret's cock searched for his hole. Cal came
to the shower wanting to stroke Bret off, not for sex. But now that
he had the chance, he would not fight it.
      Reaching his hand behind him, Cal parted the supple ass. Bret
only grunted his appreciation before cramming the girth of his cock
into Cal's puckered hole.
      Cal took in heavy breaths, doing his best to allow all of Bret's
cock inside him. Even as Cal struggled, Bret powered on until his
hips rubbed up against Cal's soft ass.
      The effort had somewhat tired Bret and his body hung over Cal's,
taking his time to recover. That ended when two large hands took
Cal's butt and used to as leverage to begin pounding in earnest
inside him.
      As his mother already knew what they would do in the shower,
Cal made no attempt to stifle his moans of pleasure. Bret's cock
would have hurt if he'd not trained his boy hole for the hope of
this day.
      He let himself be used by Bret and took the pounding of his
cock and reveled in the meeting of his ass toned from daily exercise.
Bret's own muscles were put to good use as he sawed into the tight
ass yielding for him.
      Its amazed Cal how hard Bret still was after the blowjob he
had just given him but it pleased him as well. It showed how turned
on Bret was by his body.
      Cal's cries became muffled when the hand that was on his ass
moved to cover his mouth. Bret did not know that his mom sanctioned
and encouraged their actions. But it made his dick hard and heat
surge through him. Being used by the stud of his dreams had his
nipples hard as well.
      Bret was cursing, calling him every name for a slut he could
think of, whore, bitch, slutty boy hole, sissy.
      A sissy. Finally, someone understood.
      He was a sissy. Bret stuck on the word and hearing it made
Cal sigh more in relief than pleasure.
      Bret had shifted his position as not to slip but it caused
his cock's position in his ass to shift as well. Bret cock relentlessly
pushed at the most pleasurable spot in his ass and the result caused
the pressure in his cock to build until he came. He came and shot
his sperm all over the wall of the shower and Bret never stopped
plowing his hips into him. The sound echoing in the misty shower.
      Numb, Cal's body fell limp and Bret held him to his chest so
that his feet were off the ground. Cal's hips rocked with each of
Bret's thrusts. Cal may have gotten off but Bret had yet to. He
would not stop until he finished, not until his poor boy hole was
used up.
      When Cal woke, his ass was full of cum and the shower beat
down on his body. If Bret assumed being left thereafter getting
used like a sissy cum doll would humiliate him, then Bret had little
understanding of what being a sissy meant.
      By the end of the night, Cal would show him.
      Seeing as Bret took up his clothes and Cal's as well, he walked
out of the shower naked.
#
      When Cal strode proudly naked into his room, he saw Bret already
had stolen his bed but looked quite uncomfortable as it was quite
small. The bigger boy was too stubborn to relent and use his own
sleeping bag.
      Tucking himself into Bret's larger sleeping bag, Cal thought
on the previous encounters with Bret. It had gone better than he
hoped. From the cock sucking to the fucking Bret had surrendered
to his advances rather easily.
      He knew there was not a gay bone in Bret's body. What Cal also
knew was that Bret was repressed as hell. Even a fit boy like Bret
had trouble finding a girl. The times didn't allow it.
      Girls knew their own power and only went after the men who
were both handsome and had prospects of wealth. Sexual openness
also meant wealthy men, both the middle class and the fabulously
rich could have harems of women. Where once a girl would come to
reality and realize they had to lower their silly standards, now
they endlessly clawed after older, more powerful men.
      It left poor boys like Bret with blue balls. His dower demeanor
didn't help matters.
      Cal had to think of his next move. He was so close to being
the sissy he desired. To having a man of his own take him whenever
he wanted, more importantly, whenever Cal wanted.
      "What's your problem with me."
      Cal snapped from his lewd imaginings, turning to Bret who frowned
at him from the bed. "I don't have a problem with you."
      "Then why are you always picking on me. You know I'm not gay."
      "I'm not picking on you. You are the one who picks on me."
      He rumbled and turned to look at the ceiling. "God, you're
always like that."
      "Like what? What the hell are you talking about?"
      "Acting like the victim."
      "I am. Nobody understands what I am and the mess with me for
it."
      Another rumble from Bret. He turned back to Cal having made
some sort of internal choice. "Remember when you decided to bring
me lunch every day?" Cal nodded. "What happened after that?"
      "You made me buy you lunch whenever you wanted."
      Bret shook his head. "No, you were already doing that. What
happened was that people started calling us a couple."
      "So?"
      "We are not a couple. You may have wanted that, but I didn't."
      Cal's crush on Bret was not romantic, not in the sense that
others thought of it. He wanted Bret as a figure to worship. And
if fortunate, a hot guy to appreciate his own sissy body.
      His face must have told Bret something because he nodded and
continued whatever he was trying to explain to Cal. "You also do
my homework and carry my stuff."
      "Again, you said I have to that."
      "And again, it's because you were already doing it. Look, I'll
spell it out for you. Me telling you to do stuff you were already
doing was a way for me to save my reputation, what little of it
was left."
      "How does that work?"
      "I can't believe you are one of the smartest people in our
school. It's like trying to explain science to a rock."
      "Hey!"
      "My reputation turned to crap because people thought I was
bullying you into sex. I wanted them to think I was just bullying
you normally."
      "OK, I guess I understand that. But why do you think I have
a problem with you?"
      "Because you are the one that's bullying me, not the other
way around!"
      Bret was talking crazy. Him? A bully? For doing his homework.
Cal scoffed audibly.
      "See, there it is, that selfishness and unwillingness to
understand. That's why the gay people at school don't hang around
you. Did you know that? It's because you keep drooling after straight
guys and disrespecting boundaries."
      "There are just jealous guys like look at me."
      Bret was out from under the covers, more animated than Cal
had ever seen him. "Since I'm clearing the air. Yes, you look like
one of those anime boys. It's hot. But it's weird too—stop smiling.
People push you away because you get too clingy. Think about it.
You invite me here for a sleepover then start touching me and getting
into the shower naked with me. Imagine if I were a girl, and you
did that shit."
      He imagined it, not liking the image of Bret as a girl but
it gave him some perspective. "Oh."
      Could all of what Bret said be true? That he was the cause
of all his own misfortune. Cal could see how the gay kids would
stay away from him. And the straight kids not wanting him to get
handsy. And the girls who didn't want their boyfriends or hangers-on
to get any ideas.
      "But it's because I'm a sissy. That's not my fault."
      "Not exactly sure what a sissy is but if it's you, then yes,
it's your fault. You're like those creepy guys at the bar practicing
their one-liners."
      "No way!"
      Bret said nothing but what he already said got through to Cal.
Nobody wanted to be near someone who pushed all the time. All Cal
thought about was what he wanted from Bret. He thought nothing of
what Bret wanted or his feelings. Cal even got off from grasping
victory from Bret's attempts to resist him.
      Cal's pouty lower lip trembled. "Can I...can I explain?"
      "Please do."
      "I'm not gay or trans or anything like that. I like guys. Straight
guys."
      "I have gay friends you know. I'm aware of the fantasy. I only
called you a fag to piss you off...and it got me hot."
      "Yes, but I'm straight too."
      "So, you're bi."
      Cal shook his head, struggling to make his situation clear.
"A sissy is a straight male who in order to fulfill his need to
worship powerful men and their cocks, feminizes himself to ease
that need. I fetishize straight guys. Does that make sense?"
      "Sort of. It does explain why you are after a big guy like
me."
      A dragging silence followed. Bret broke it. "How about we make
a deal?"
      "Sure. Anything to make up for my behavior."
      "I'm still pissed and will continue to be...but fucking you felt
good. Instead of getting me lunch, spread that ass."
      Cal nodded eagerly, getting out of the bag and, as he was still
nude, spreading himself for Bret.
      Bret let out a frustrated rumble. "I didn't mean right now."
But as he stared at Cal's waiting boy hole, he grew hard. "Fuck.
I don't think you learned anything from this."
      Cal's smile was wiped from his face when Bret moved to loom
over him. Bret bent him over double and pierced his ass roughly.
      Once the initial sting of pain left, he began to enjoy Bret's
fervent fucking of his tight hole. He desperately wanted Bret to
take him longer and dominate his ass but it was not to be. After
having fucked Cal's mouth and ass in quick succession the teen's
sexual stamina had reached its limit.  Bret filled him with warm
cum and slumped over him.
      Cal made no attempt to remove him, loving the feel of his body
weighing him down. In that position, with Bret's limp cock remaining
inside him, Cal slept.
      At breakfast, mom chatted idly as if she didn't know what went
on last night. Cal let her talk and Bret enjoyed the food.
      Something had scratched at him and he just could not let it
go. "Mom, if you knew Bret's mom, why was he always picking on me?"
      Bret stopped eating and mom stopped talking.
      "Look, honey. It's just you are so soft and I love you so much,
I thought Bret could toughen you up a bit."
      "It's a hard world you know. You've seen the news. When shit
hits the fan, little guys like you are the first to go."
      Bret had told Cal he was selfish and his reaction proved it.
"See! So, it's not all my fault."
      "Oh, come on."
      "You are a bully, not me."
      "You're crazy. You find out your mom organized your some of
your torment and that's all you have to say."
      The argument that followed was interrupted by the doorbell.
Mom used the bell as an escape and answered it, returning with a
letter.
      "Was does it say, mom?"
      "You and Bret have been invited to Camp Reformation. It says
it's a place where people like you are welcome."
      "I get Cal going to some haven for, well, ya know." Bret avoiding
saying sissy as Cal had not told his mom yet. "But why me?"
      "They say it's to let vigorous youths have a healthy release
for their pent-up energies."
      Bret still looked like he had no idea what that meant but Cal
did. "We're going. It's not like we have anything else to do."
      "I do. I'm not rich," Bret said.
      "Don't you worry about a thing. I'll pay for everything. Plus,
the letter says it's all expenses paid, anyway."
      "In that case. See you at camp." Bret then left the house.
      Cal was hoping for at least another blowjob but he had to learn
to be less pushy.
      He had many questions about this camp, like how they knew Bret
would be here with them, but he put them aside. Be it at camp or
anywhere else, he looked forward to seeing Bret again. They would
sleep together a lot from now on.
      ***
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