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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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