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Note! The young/old pair tag teaming the main character are uncle/nephew. I didn't flag it as incest because there is nothing physical going on between those two and I didn't want people who were looking for that sort of story to accuse me of a bait and switch. If incest is a squick for you it might be a good idea to skip this one even if it doesn't technically fall into that category. That said...
Trapped (Mm, mm, tg,) Lizard69
The bus stop bench was about as uncomfortable as anybody could make a place to sit without turning it into something completely unusable. I guess they didn't consider anyone who depended on the bus for transportation to be much above the homeless and dopers they didn't want sleeping on the damned thing. Not that it was a problem. The Sunday afternoon schedule said I'd be here a half hour max.
My reason for being there was so warped I couldn't think about it without getting queasy. No matter how hard I tried to think about something else though, my mind kept circling back, like a crow sneaking up on a piece of roadkill. Eric was partly to blame. It was plain he felt guilty about setting me up. Instead of letting the whole thing drop, he went on and on about talking to his uncle, like he was trying to shift the blame for something that hadn't happened yet.
"Uh, Uncle Phil, you know you have kind of a reputation, at least inside the family, right?"
"Yeah, well, I have time and it would be fun to see how you tap dance around it but I'm more curious about why you brought it up. Every extended family has one, the guy who if you don't see him for a while at a gathering you know he's attending, you start counting the kids."
"Uh huh, that guy. We have sex ed in school. It goes far enough past, `man on wife, lights out, get it over with quick', that most parents don't really want to know what we're learning. Anybody can ask a question about anything that might be on the test without catching crap from the rest of the class."
"Sooo, if you're on that subject with me, you've got a question you're pretty sure won't be on the test and you're afraid of what the other guys would think of you for asking. You've said enough that I'm gonna get pissed if you chicken out and walk off. Talk already."
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone else."
"I suppose you have to ask and I have agree but if you honestly think it makes a difference you're too retarded for us to be having this conversation."
"Uh, anyway, there's this kid I know, I suppose I should call him a guy, he's as old as I am. He's not one of the guys I hang with. He's as tall as me, but skinny, like a twelve year old that shot up but hasn't started to muscle up yet. Joe has an eye problem that keeps him out of most sports. That would be bad enough but he reads, a lot. The way he acts and talks is a little snobby, like a college kid or kind of like a girl, one that already decided she isn't doing anything with you."
"So you think he's queer?"
"That's sort of the reputation he has. Most of the time he's hanging with a friend a couple years older who has a car. You know how it is. You don't actually have to hit on anybody to get tagged as the class queer. Me and my buddies used to call him femboy because so many girls act more like a guy than he does."
"Used to?"
"There's this girl, Kelly, that my friend Steve has been chasing like, forever. She finally agreed to show up for a party if Joe would be there too. She didn't even have to get drunk to start showing off, dancing her way out of her clothes. When she was down to a skimpy bra and panties she got Steve and Joe to take her into a storage part of the basement."
"And Joe? Like... both of them?"
"I know, it seemed kinda weird but by then none of us were going to give her any crap about whatever she wanted. While they were in there me and Jerry decided he was next, if there was going to be a next. She came back and grabbed Jerry, leaving me and Steve to drink another round. It was kind of awkward. He wouldn't talk about what they did, which was like the first time ever that he wouldn't talk about Kelly to anybody willing to listen. Jerry gave us a really odd look when he came out to tell me it was my turn."
"So, what was it like? Your turn?"
"Not what I expected. Don't ask me why it took me so long to figure it out. Kelly was being a total cock tease, deep kissing, rubbing up against me like a cat. She didn't get completely naked but was willing to go that far if she had to. It was... awkward. She was completely on board with me fucking like a wild thing, as long as I wasn't fucking her."
"Uh huh, awkward, right."
"Jerry was already gone when I came out. Afterwards, we didn't talk about it, not to each other or anybody else. After school on Monday I saw some clown giving Joe a hard time, more or less because he was there. It wasn't any worse that the sort of crap me and my friends had dished out for no good reason but it hit me as kind of raw and I told him to shove off. Don't ask me why but I got Joe's number before he left."
"Right, if you don't know why it's because you don't want to."
"Well if you know so much maybe you can explain it to me."
"You fucked him, you enjoyed it, whether you know it or not you asked for his number to find out if it was a one time thing. Whether he knows it or not, giving you his number was telling you that whatever you did to him wasn't a deal breaker. That doesn't mean you can call him up any time you feel like it and tell him it's date night."
"Uhm, actually, it sort of does. I called him, intending to apologize, and he sort of shut me down. Not like he came right out and called BS, more like it didn't matter. It happened, he had to live with it, and..."
"And what?"
"And, well, what I did, my part of it, was... he called it the "least worst". If it was just me, like dragging him into an ally somewhere, you know, "one and done", it would be the worst thing that ever happened to him. As it was, after everything else, it wasn't exactly good but still less bad than it could have been. He even told me there are times when he can't help thinking about it but he can avoid thinking about the whole thing by focusing on my part of it."
"Ohhh Kay, so what exactly did you want to ask me about."
"When I called, Joe told me he was having dreams, more like nightmares but he called them dreams. Mostly about going some place or other after getting a phone call. They wouldn't always get far enough for anything to happen but in all of them he knew he wasn't going to chess club or to pick something up at the mini mart. While he was usually sure I wouldn't be there the phone call telling him where to go was always from me."
"Ok, I was wrong. It looks like you really can call him up and tell him it's date night. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you or get jealous?"
The sound of a car horn pulled me back to the present. It didn't take an Einstein to figure out that the driver of the decade old econo-box was probably Phil but I had to ask anyway. I was going someplace I didn't want to be, with a stranger old enough to be my dad, so he could do things I didn't want to thing about. Somehow though it still mattered that I was getting in a car with the right pervert. I sat there staring at the floor mat between my feet while he got back into traffic.
"Aren't you even going to ask where I'm taking you?"
"Does it matter? Eric wants to fuck me. This whole thing is new enough for both of us we're not sure what would happen if he walked up and told me what he wanted. We do know that if I'm already naked and somebody else has just finished I'm not going to pitch a fit about him doing it too."
"I get to be the creep so he doesn't have to?"
"Sort of. I see Eric at school but we don't hang. I can deal with knowing he was on me if it's just a, `him too', kind of thing. I went to that bus stop knowing Eric was sending somebody to pick me up. I guess that makes whatever happens next at least partly my fault."
"We're here. It doesn't look like anybody is around. Just in case somebody is watching, hang a smile on your face and walk along side me. I don't want it to look like you're being herded, dragged, or worried about where we're going."
Here, was an industrial park at the edge of town, specifically an older building that was broken up for office space after taller buildings priced it out of the warehouse market. It could be the change was recent or maybe it was because of the weekend but it didn't seem to have many takers for office space either. A cleaning company van was the only other thing in the parking lot. We heard them working in an office near the door as we went a little further and made a left down a hallway that ran the length of the building. Before we got to the end it occurred to me that all the occupied offices seemed to be near the door. This whole thing was starting to feel like a really bad idea. It got worse when Phil unlocked an unmarked door and let me into a small reception area where Eric sat at a work table with a laptop.
"Hey femboy, lookin' good so far. The wireless security cams I stuck up caught you coming into the building and down the hall. The cleaning crew is packing their gear. We should have the place to ourselves in a few minutes."
"Uh. Hi Eric. How did...?"
"Phil dropped me before he picked you up. The bus doesn't run this far on Sunday. Why don't you two grab a seat."
The office itself was vacant but along with the table the last tenant had left the sort of low couch and plastic plant you only see in waiting rooms. Eric was fiddling with something I didn't recognize as a web cam on a mini tripod until the little indicator light came on.
"You... You're recording video?!"
"You got a problem with that, femboy?"
This shit was getting old and I almost said something, catching myself just in time. The smile Eric gave me should have been aggravating as hell. Instead I felt like a not too bright kid who avoided saying something stupid in front of the whole class.
"This is as good a time as any to get it on the record, nobody forced you to come here, you can leave any time you like. We'll even throw in a bus pass and a ride back to where you can catch one. Understand?"
"Oh yeah, I understand. I don't have to worry about Phil, he's old enough to end up in prison if anybody finds out. I can be reasonably sure you won't do anything that will put your own reputation on the line. For anything to happen you both have to be just as sure I won't hang you out to dry if the whole world finds out. Ok, here it is, don't shit yourself. I'm not queer. I don't want to be here. I wish I never met you or found out anything about this stuff. I don't have any choice at all."
They stared at me wide eyed so long I actually started to wonder if they needed a change of underwear.
"What hurts the worst about you calling me femboy is how true it is. Neither of you made any threats. I'm not being blackmailed."
I started getting undressed.
"You both want me to get naked. Phil wants to use me as a fuck hole, shoving his dick in my mouth and my ass until he gets his rocks off. Before he's done I'll probably start to cry. What I won't do is struggle, try to leave, or even ask him to stop."
Stepping out of the last of my clothes and looking past the camera at Eric, I started slowly stroking my erection.
"I didn't get hard thinking about Phil, not directly. The whole idea of sex with some old guy who's horny to fuck boys is so creepy there is no way I could willingly do that. I'm not sure if Eric is better or worse. Wanting a girl to spread for him willingly after other guys get done taking turns on her is perverted but at least he's into girls."
"Yeah femboy? What makes you any better?"
"Better? You're kidding right? I caught half a clue when getting turned out by Kelly wasn't as bad as it should have been. Then you told me your kink, about some girl who has been tag teamed not being finished until you had her too, and it was like the final piece of a puzzle dropping into place. Does Phil know what I told you, about the dreams?"
"About me calling you and telling you to go somewhere? Like, how do you think he knew where to pick you up? Duh."
Phil spread his legs as I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his fly. I spent a little time trying to wrestle his hardon out into the open then gave up. I didn't have to ask him to lift up as I helped him out of his Levis.
"So Eric told you how the dreams started, with him calling me, telling me to go someplace. Maybe he even told you about me waking up before anything could happen. He couldn't tell you about me waking up with my dick so hard I had to be careful how I moved if I didn't want to squirt before I had a catch rag ready. Or lying awake for hours afterwards, scared sick that it wasn't going to be just a dream much longer."
I let go of my own cock to begin stroking his, cupping his balls with my free hand.
"This is going to sound really messed up. I can't stop thinking about Eric's fantasy... with myself as the girl."
About then he came over to sit next to Phil, using his phone to get close ups from another angle while the cam continued to record the whole scene.
"Damn! I never imagined anything this hot. Show me how you suck old guy cock."
"Who you calling old?"
"Get real, you're twice his age, probably twice his weight and on the best day you ever had no queer would have called you studly. In other words, you're perfect for this."
"Perfect?!"
"Hey femboy, don't talk with your mouth full!"
"But it's... oh."
Backing out wasn't an option anymore if it ever had been. The cock in front of me wasn't that much bigger than those I had already dealt with. I gave it sort of an experimental lick.
"C'mon kid, it's not gonna suck itself."
I already had the head in my mouth when I looked up to see Eric's phone capturing the moment.
"That's it, look right into camera, like you're making eye contact with whoever watches this. Kelly isn't here to coach you. She kind of lost interest after turning you out. Sort of like the way Steve lost interest in her after she cock teased him into popping your cherry. It wouldn't surprise me to find out that was her main plan all along. It leaves me hanging though. I don't think she could talk the other guys into doing you again. If I asked them to loosen you up for me I'd be lucky if all they did was tell me to pick a direction and don't look back."
If I wasn't going to make a career out of sucking Phil I had to take it up a level. Soon my head was bobbing, taking him as deep as I could manage without bringing up my lunch while stroking what my lips didn't reach.
"That's good. Nobody can tell if you want to get it over with or really want it. Turning you out, making you do shit you wish you could forget, that's not tough. I could pop up a tent at a squatter camp and let some skank sell your ass to homeless meth heads."
Oh God! I won't say it got easy all of a sudden but the idea of being a fuck toy for Phil didn't look so bad. Then Eric handed me a tub of lube.
"I..."
"...Can't? Really? Kelly isn't here to grease you up. I could say that it doesn't matter to me if Phil goes in dry but that isn't completely true. I want you broken in, not torn up. Take your time. Watching you open yourself up for him is hot too."
As much as I hate to admit it, he wasn't completely wrong. Technically it was still sex even if DIY, sort of like jerking off turned inside out. I don't know if Eric gave Phil some sort of signal or he decided on his own I was ready for more. Grabbing my upper arms he pulled me up until I was straddling his lap.
"Don't rush it Phil. Let him get the head of your cock against his hole then just keep him lined up. He'll take it to the hilt when his legs give out if he doesn't get there by choice first. How about it femboy? Ready to slide that tight ring up and down a man sized cock?"
He didn't really want an answer, just wanted to get me thinking about it. Like... I was maybe going to think about something else? I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to get dramatic about how the evil, nasty, creeps should rot in hell for making me do that shit. A streak of honesty so brutal it might be its own sort of abuse forced me to accept that Eric wasn't the only one playing out a kinky fantasy.
"I don't expect you to just land on a pole but give us something while you work it in. Tell Phil that you like it, you want to be his cunt."
"I can't. I'm not queer. I don't want to be with him."
"Really? Phil wants to feel his cock sliding into a hot, tight, teenage hole. I want to hear you saying awkward and embarrassing things about what you're doing for him. If anybody shows up who cares what you want they can get in line."
I'll never know if I gave up because the head of his cock picked that moment slip inside, or it slipped inside because I gave up.
"All right, you're in, just hold still. Ok? I'm kinda new to this and you're my first old guy. I'll do whatever it takes to get you off but if you just start ramming it in you'll tear me up. I have a pretty clear idea of the kind of shit Eric wants me to say. There's no point to making him feed me lines when he can edit the video later. By the time he's done I could watch it myself and not be sure how much is true."
"You're catching on quick."
"Yeah, well, it helps that I want you to like it."
"Whoa! Didn't you just tell us you hate it?"
"I know, it's really messed up. You know how if you flip a light switch it kind of pushes back until it snaps the other way? You don't notice it much with a light but my grand-dad has an old welder with a switch spring that is really heavy. When it finally trips it's like this huge ka-chunk."
"Yeah? So?"
"That's kind of how it is for me with guys. The push back builds up while I go somewhere, meet someone, undress, touch it, kiss it, suck it. It keeps getting harder and harder to believe I'm not really going to let some guy fuck me. When his greasy knob is spreading me, stretching my hole, opening me up until it can finally slip inside, it flips."
"You start liking it?"
"No, it's still sixteen different kinds of wrong. It's just impossible to keep pretending it isn't going to happen. So, a guys cock is in me. There's no way I can pretend I'm not there or not fucking. What I want more than anything else is for it to be over. The quickest way for that to happen is if you cum."
"Ok, I think I get it. You don't want to get man fucked. If that train already left the station you want the trip to be as short as you can make it."
Eric picked that moment to tell me to get off and take a break.
"Yeah, it would be easier for you to keep going until Phil cums. It's hotter for me to have you waiting for him to start again. I can't set you up with three or four guys taking turns. The best I can manage is a one man train that stops at a bunch of stations."
"You want me to stop long enough that it's like, `Ok, you fucked me, now what?' Ok. Get Phil to slide forward until his ass is at the edge of the couch and spread his legs. You're still recording, right?"
"Why would I stop now? It's a little late for you to worry about it."
"I should. I should be scared sick worrying about who might see this."
"You're not?"
"Not much. Any of the kids at school who might care aren't going to be surprised. They already think I'm queer. They'd be more curious about who made the video than what I'm doing in it. Same thing with sending it to my family. They would be shocked and embarrassed at first but I'm pretty sure they'd get behind me taking it to the cops. So who does that leave to show it to?"
"Phil, or other guys like him."
"Uh-huh, and the scariest thing about that is how horny I get. Look at me! I'm standing here naked, squatting on his cock and tugging on my nips because my own cock is so stiff I don't think I can touch it without busting a nut."
"Okay, let Phil push you forward until you can grab the edge of the table."
Eric went over to my clothes and pulled my belt out of it's loops.
"Here, buckle it around your waist to give him something to grab. Like a bull rider, only he's the bull and you're getting ridden. Phil? Load up on lube and do really slow, full strokes. I'll jack the speed up in post so it looks like you're totally hammering his tail."
We had already been going at it long enough it didn't take long for him to finish. I suppose in a porn vid I should have expected him to pull out for the money shot. If I was thinking I sure as hell wouldn't have reached back trying to wipe some of the splatter off my ass.
"Ok, that's good, now lick your fingers."
At least I was smart enough not to let it cool. By the time we cleaned up and dressed I was fairly sure it was going to stay down. It was Phil who gave me a clue that it wasn't over, not completely, not yet.
"I'm gonna find some place to tip a cold one while you two sort out your own issues. Give me a call when you need a ride."
The door was still closing behind Phil when I felt Eric's hand gently massaging the back of my neck. Soon both of them were working on my shoulders, slowly defusing one of life's more awkward moments.
"I... Uh..."
"It's ok, I'm not really sure myself how this is going to work. I'm certain now that you're not queer, not really. I also know that you're closer to being a girl than anybody else would guess. If the best I can get is picking up where Phil left off... yeah, that's hot. If you can let go though, be really fem, that would be something else."
"Can I trust you not to tell? Anyone? Ever?"
"See what I mean? You let me hook you up with a creepy perv. After I got you in front of a camera you went total queer slut. You can even let me get the same sort of kicks. But the idea of letting your guard down, letting me be `your guy', scares you."
"Yeah, it's scary. What's the difference between my guy' and my boyfriend'?"
"Not even close. I'm not a friend. You don't hardly know me. We don't hang or even hang with people who hang with each other. Time to take this into the other room."
The last tenant had cleared out the windowless office. At least I don't think they were the ones who left an inflatable mattress on the floor or the camcorder on a tripod.
"If you go trolling for pervs you'll trash your rep in no time flat. I can do creepy online chat forever, even do the first meet up, as long as I don't have to put out. I've got enough video to make clips of what they can expect from you."
"You... Uh... You're going to make me do it again? With some old guy?"
"I'm going to set you up again, or at least let you know something is waiting for you if you want it. If you want to pretend I'm making you do it that doesn't bother me. There's something you might want to keep in mind. A perv who is a stranger to me might not be a stranger to you. You could end up at a house on your paper route. There's even a chance you might not know there is a connection until after he fucks you. Like, it's your mom's turn to host her book club and you're too embarrassed to come out of your room because one of them has had you six ways from Sunday."
"Why are you being so mean to me?"
"Because you're fem. You're not going to put up a fight after Phil was perving on you. But if you think I might give a shit about what you want, you have to say no, even if you're just as ready to take it as I am to give it to you. Now shut up and kiss me."
"Wha... What?!"
"Don't act so shocked. Except for tits and twat you can do anything for me that a girl could."
I'd seen enough porn by then I had some idea of what he wanted. Besides, compared to what I'd just done with his creepy uncle Eric's tongue in my mouth wasn't even a speed bump in the road we were on. Feeling his hands undressing me was a weird blend of scary, sick, exciting that revived a sagging hardon It's almost managed to forget about. I did manage a token protest when he turned the camcorder from us to the mattress.
"This is just for us, right? I will absolutely, no fuckin' kidding, hang myself if the whole world sees it."
"I suppose you gotta ask but I've lost count of the online porn clips that started with something close to those words. You can have the SD card when we're done, wipe it if you want, but I'd like to watch it sometime."
I've tried to explain what happened next, just to get it straight in my own mind if nothing else. I guess it was technically gay sex. We weren't "making love". I could describe the fondling, kissing, fucking, but that's like trying to explain cake by talking about the frosting. I could repeat the things Eric asked me to say. That, or the things I came up with on my own, might give you some hint. The words weren't much different from what I said with Phil.
The thing is, with Phil I sounded like a whore, or maybe a queer slut, I was obviously doing it for his entertainment. Lying there with Eric, telling him my body was his, to have any way he wanted. Admitting how much I loved the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips, his cock, even his ass, was like corny dialog out of some low rent porn flick. At the time it was all true. I felt like the most perverted slut you can imagine but it didn't feel queer, or bother me that Eric was seeing me like this, until we finished. I was on my back, knees pulled up and spread, when he pulled out of my ass, wrapped his fist around both of our cocks and while grinding them together looked into my eyes and said...
"Cum for me."
I did, hard enough some of it landed on my face. Or maybe that was from Eric. I'll never know which of us let go first. The post nut clarity hit and I was starting to feel like a sticky catch rag when he did something completely off the wall. Letting his arms relax Eric settled onto me until the splatter of cum was squeezed between us, gluing us together.
"You are one hell of a hot mess. I really like that in a fem."
The End (of the beginning)