Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:09:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Tyler Subject: Fucked-Up Kid Chapter 6 Fucked Up Kid By Toby Tyler Comments and suggestions welcome: Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com Chapter 6 "Mom! How could you let him do this! Ishmael got these for me at Victoria's Secret!" Donovan's sister was waving around a pair of bloodstained panties, the very pair, in fact, that Donovan wore the first night I fucked him. "Janis, I really don't know why you're upset about all this. Ishmael can get you another pair." "That's not the point! You've been letting Donovan play dress-up with MY stuff while I was away! If it's so important for Donovan to explore his `identity' or whatever the hell he's exploring, why don't you just take him to The Fashion Bug and buy him whatever the fuck he wants?" Donovan and I were sitting on the loveseat in his living room. "Uh, Donovan," I whispered, "I have a feeling I shouldn't be here right now." I began to get up. Donovan grabbed my arm. "No, Tim, stay! She'll calm down!" "Look Janis," I said nervously, "I'm really sorry about all this. I really think I should be going now." "I don't have a problem with you, Tom. You're a good friend of Dylan and it's really nice of you to look after Donovan sometimes. And at least you're kinda normal." "It's Tim" I corrected her. "Tim. No, I don't have a problem with you being around during our little family discussion here. I do have a problem with little JonBenet over here. Donovan, where did all this blood come from? What have you been doing to yourself?" "I had my period." "Very fucking funny!" "Please Janis, you're overreacting!" Donovan's mother was trying her best to be very diplomatic. "Has this entire family gone totally crazy since I left? I'm sure his right-wing psychopath of a father would never let him get away with anything like this! Why don't you send him to live with his dad for a while? I'm sure that'll put a stop to all this nonsense!" "Look, Janis," I said, intervening on Donovan's behalf, "I'm sure Donovan's really sorry for what he did. How `bout I drive him to Victoria's Secret and he'll buy you a replacement pair?" "I guess you can do that, if you really don't mind looking though bras and panties all afternoon." I was in a generous mood as I drove Donovan to Victoria's Secret. "Hey Sadie," he smiled when I called him Sadie, "after we get those panties for your sister, pick out anything you want in the store, and I'll get it for you." Donovan was elated. "Tim, that's so sweet! This is the first time a boy ever took me lingerie shopping!" He leaned over, struggling with his safety belt, and planted a kiss on my cheek. We got to the Victoria's Secret in the Broadhollow Mall and quickly located a replacement pair of panties for Janis. Donovan and I then started to look around. An attractive young saleswoman approached me. "Can I help you?" "Just looking." "For your girlfriend?" "For him," I mumbled, pointing to Donovan, who was looking at a purple negligee, "he needs some new panties." "Oh." She turned to Donovan. "Do you want to reveal or to conceal?" Donovan thought for a moment. "Uh, I kinda want to reveal, but not too much. What should I try?" "How about these? They're Brazilian style, and only a little revealing. What's your size?" "Dunno. What do you think?" The sales girl took a look at Donovan's hips. "Hmm, I'd say you could either take a 5 or a 6. Why don't you try these? I think they'd look nice on you. Dressing room's over there." She handed him a pink satin and lace pair. When Donovan was trying on his panties, I was left feeling rather awkward standing next to the sales girl. "I know you probably think this is really weird," I mumbled, turning red. "Oh, no, I see this kind of thing all the time. Although I gotta say, your brother is the youngest one I've seen in here. But it's cool he knows what he's into at an early age, and it's cool he has a supportive brother like you." I didn't bother explaining to her that Donovan wasn't my brother. Donovan came out of the dressing room, wearing nothing but the Brazilian panties. "Hey Tim, whaddya think?" he asked, waving his ass around for me. "They look nice." "Think they show too much cheek?" "No, they're fine." Donovan also tried on some bras, but I encouraged him to stick with the panties. Donovan picked out five pairs he liked. They were expensive, and I couldn't believe how much I was spending on my fourteen-year-old cross-dressing boyfriend. But I made Donovan happy, and that was all that mattered. The sun had set when we were in Victoria's Secret and it was dark as I was driving Donovan home. We were taking a shortcut through one of the back roads. "Hey Tim, pull over, will ya? I gotta take a piss." I pulled over so that Donovan could piss by the side of the road. When he got out of the car, he gestured for me to follow him on a path into the woods. "Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked. "I just wanna show you something. It's kinda cool." "We've gotta get back to your mom's house for dinner. It better not take long." "It's just up this path a little bit." "It's creepy out here," I groaned. "I don't like being in the woods at night." I followed him with some hesitation. The only sounds we could hear is the snapping of twigs underfoot. Soon we came to an abandoned house in a clearing. Judging by the broken windows and the graffiti, nobody had been living there for about 20 years. "Here it is!" Donovan chirped. "This is like the greatest make-out spot ever! Some guys dragged some mattresses in to fuck on!" There was no front door, so we just walked in. It was hard to see, but it looked like the walls inside were as graffiti-covered as the outside. We stepped over broken beer bottles to one of the stained mattresses. Donovan sat down and motioned for me to sit beside him. Then he gave me that same sexy look that he had given me the first time we had kissed in the laundry room, when I still thought he was a girl. "Tim, I'm starting to get a little spooked. Why don't you hold onto me. It's a little scary this time of night." "I told you we could go back to the car if you wanted," I said, putting my arms around him. "I'll be all right, Tim. Just hold onto me. No, not there.Yeah, right there!" I felt his hardon through his sweatpants. "It's pretty easy to figure out what you want!" I laughed, pulling his sweatpants down. Donovan laid back as I began sucking his stiff cock. Then I noticed that he was wearing another pair of Victoria's Secret panties. "Hey, I didn't buy you those!" I exclaimed. "Haven't you ever heard of a five-finger-discount?"he giggled. "You've been pretty naughty lately! I'm going to have to find a way to punish you with a good hard fucking!" I put my finger in my mouth and then resumed sucking him, sliding my finger up Donovan's asshole. He moaned and reached down for my zipper. As he struggled with one hand to get my fly open, I pulled my finger out, licked his ass juices off of it and stuck it back in. We didn't even bother taking our clothes off. I had my pants around my ankles and Donovan had his sweatpants and panties around his knees. He was lying on his back with his ass up in the air when I penetrated him. I was fucking Donovan as usual when I noticed that he still had his sneakers on. Without pulling out, I stopped fucking and started to pull one of his sneakers off. "You don't have to take `em off," Donovan said, "we're just having a quickie." "I want `em off," I explained. "I wanna try something." I struggled to get Donovan's sneakers off, then his socks. I noticed that Donovan had painted his toenails. "Nice color," I remarked as I began licking the sole of his left foot. "I'm glad I just had them done for you, Tim," Donovan laughed. "I had no idea you were into feet!" "You got real pretty feet," I told him. "I could lick them all night!" "Please do, but concentrate on your fucking. My asshole needs your attention, too." I responded by thrusting my cock in all the way. Donovan gasped. "Yeah, like that," he said, looking very pleased. As I fucked him, I went back and forth, licking the pretty little toes on his left foot and then his right foot. What really sent me over the edge was when I had all of his toes wiggling around in my mouth. I shot my load in his ass, and continued to fuck him until he came, jerking himself off. I pulled out and hurriedly wiped my dick on a tissue. Donovan was still on the bed in fucking position. "Hey Tim?" he asked. "Yeah?" "Well, you just came in my ass, and it's all gonna leak out and ruin my new panties." "Oh sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to forget about you. Here's a tissue." "I was thinking that you would suck the cum out of my ass for me. After all, you put it in there!" "Hey, that's nasty!" "Not much nastier than you licking my smelly feet!" "Yeah, but that's my cum!" "So what? You eat mine." "That's different! I never eat my own cum!" "You mean you've never eaten your own cum?" Donovan asked. "Look, I eat my own cum all the time!" He wiped a gob of jizz off his stomach and started to lick it off his fingers. Then he wiped up another gob and held out his fingers for me to lick. "Here, lick mine first." "Okay, if you insist." I licked Donovan's cum off his fingers, then put my face near his asshole. "Here goes," I said. I began licking the wet area around his hole, which started to pucker up. Donovan squeezed like he was going to take a shit, and a little fart came out. "That's all the air you pumped me up with," he informed me. I was starting to get horny again as I continued to lick Donovan's asshole. Soon my sperm began to trickle out of his hole. I lapped it up. It tasted fine. I wasn't sure why I had made such a big fuss over it. I continued to lick my cum out of Donovan's ass, and then when it seemed there was no more, I stuck my tongue deep inside and wiggled it around to get every last bit. Even after all our fucking, Donovan's asshole was still pretty tight and I couldn't get my tongue in as far as I would have liked. When I was done, Donovan pulled up his panties and led me back through the trail to the car. When we got back in the car I asked Donovan how he had found the abandoned house. "It's a place I've always heard stories about from the older guys," he explained. "The old Weatherwax house. When I was little, all the high school guys used to brag about how they'd take their girls there to get high, drink and fuck. I think Dylan lost his virginity there. I used to be jealous of them and I'd say to Dylan, `take me to the old Weatherwax house!' but he never would. He'd always say, `you're too young' and I decided that one day I was gonna do it with someone in the Weatherwax house. And tonight I finally did." Donovan smiled, reached over and put his hand on my thigh. "That's a cool story," I said, "but a really creepy place, out in the woods back there. I'm surprised it never got torn down. How come nobody lives there?" "Oh, there's something I forgot to mention. It's totally haunted." "That doesn't surprise me. But still you wanted to go in there." "Yeah, I was scared as hell, but I really wanted to get fucked in there." "I wouldn't have gone in there if you told me it was haunted! I'm glad nothing-" Just then I heard a strangulated croak come from Donovan's throat. I turned and saw him sitting in the passenger seat, white as a sheet. Then I saw what he was looking at. A small boy came into the view of my headlights. He was just standing by the side of the road. "Donovan, you're freaking yourself out!" I laughed. "It's not a ghost. It's just some kid trying to cross the street." "Then where is he now?" Donovan croaked. "I don't know. Maybe he hid behind a tree or something. Calm down, will you? You don't really believe all that stuff, do you?" "Didn't you see that? Your car passed by and now he's gone. Look in your rearview mirror. Oh fuck! That was Billy Weatherwax!" "Stop it, Donovan! Now you're freaking me out!" "It happened just like in the fuckin' story! It happened when I was really little. I remember it in the papers. Mr. Weatherwax went nuts and killed his family with a shotgun. Billy Weatherwax was the last to die. He ran out of the house and out onto the road to call for help. His dad shot him in the back right when he got to the road." Donovan gripped my leg tightly. "After it happened, nobody would buy the house, so it was abandoned. People say they've seen the ghost of Billy Weatherwax on this road at night, calling for help. That was totally him! Fuck! Let's get the hell out of here!" Just another night with my dear, sweet, underage cross-dressing boyfriend. To be continued.