Author's Notes: This story is fiction. It (mostly) never happened. If you are too young to read this, go away. This is my very first story. Thanks for reading it, and thanks in advance for your feedback and constructive criticism.
Donnie was immediately attracted by their attitudes and thuggish good looks. They let him follow them around, but he knew he wasn't really one of them. Even his name marked him as different. Joe and Dave had heard his mom call him Donnie -- yes, that's how it was on the birth certificate -- and they made a point of calling him by his given name more often than is usual among friends.
One evening, while they were out doing whatever it is that wannabe juvenile delinquents do, Joe had to piss. They were in an alley, so Joe just whipped it out and hosed the side of Mrs. Blodgett's empty galvanized garbage can. As the sound echoed through the alley, the McGills' cat ran out from behind the can and took off like a bat out of hell. Donnie was relieved that his friends, overcome with raucous laughter, had not noticed his reaction. Donnie's modest penis had a small piss tube, and the sight of Joe's huge soft cock and powerful stream filled him with a sense of awe and desire that he could not understand.
That image now drove his wank sessions. Approaching his little orgasm, he would pinch one of his sensitive dime-sized nipples and utter Joe's name.
One day Joe and Dave told him that, if he wanted to keep hanging out with them, he had to make it worth their while. It was so easy to turn the little cocksucker into their own personal faggot. Dave held Donnie down while Joe marked him with his hot piss and then his sperm. Donnie's little dick immediately boned up. Without thinking, he began to moan and reached under his tee shirt to give one of his boy-tits a squeeze. Then Joe held Donnie down while Dave moved in front of him and pinched both of his tits. With a sudden cry of pain, the boy opened his mouth enough for Dave to push his large uncut cock inside as he grabbed the back of Donnie's head. The sound of his gagging excited Dave, who was soon pumping a huge load of sperm down the struggling boy's throat and out from both corners of his mouth.
Dave's cock began to soften, but he continued to hold the boy's head. The fuck muscle had gotten small enough to fit its receptacle, and Donnie had stopped fighting it. It actually felt kind of good.
Suddenly, a hot, acrid liquid began filling Donnie's mouth. Donnie, flushed with shame, sputtered and tried to say that he did not do that kind of stuff, but of course he could not talk with his mouth full. There was nothing to do except swallow. Donnie hated the taste, but his little dick was making the biggest pants tent that he had ever experienced. Suddenly, Donnie's undies were filled with boy slime. Dave was now stroking the top of Donnie's head. That felt so good! Dave's bladder now empty, he tilted the boy's head up and said, "You're OK, Donnie. We like having you around."
Depressed and feeling dirty, Donnie walked home alone. Why had he let them do it? They had forced him, hadn't they? What if word of this got around his school? He would deny that it ever happened.
Donnie went up to his room and threw himself on the bed. His pants still felt damp and sticky. He pulled them off, pressed the underpants against his open mouth, and inhaled deeply as he began to stroke. Suddenly, he got up, got his drinking cup from the bathroom, and filled it. His fingers racing over his self-lubricated penis, Donnie closed his eyes, drank his own urine, and shot another load of teeenboy sperm as he thought about always being there for Joe and Dave and anyone else who wanted to use him.
While Donnie sat on his bed, the euphoria fading, to be replaced by guilt and fear, Joe and Dave were on a street corner, high-fiving each other. "Fuck" Joe said. "Is that kid a pussy or what? That punk'll put out any time we tell him to!"
"Whatever we want," added Dave.
"Shit yeah! Didja notice? The little faggot fuckin' creamed his panties without even touching himself?"
Life was good.
Copyright 2008 by PeterSJC (Lloyd Peters)