Up the Hill (m15 m14 School)

[Psiberzerker]

What really sucked was taking the bus. The high school was way down in the valley, and it has to stop over, and over to pick kids up in the morning, which ment getting up in time to catch it by quarter till six, but then when I got on, there was already somebody on there. Just one guy, all the way in the back, so I went over to him, and he put his phone up on his chest.

"Dude!" He didn't have his dick out, but it was hard in his shorts, and he covered it up with his hand, so I threw my bookbag in the corner. On the other side across from him, but then the bus squealed. Not to a stop, but I looked out, and it swung around so the rocks went away, and I could see the lights glow through the fog down in the valley. "Sorry, man, I had no idea." I didn't even look back, just in case he was looking at porn again.

"No, it's cool," he scooted over, "You want to see something sick?"

"I guess." I thought he just looked it up on the internet, but then he started up the video, and held it sideways. It was dark, but then the light shone in from the side, and a truck pulled up. The driver cut off the headlights, then a couple guys got out, with some beers, and got in the back. They left their doors open, though. So, the light shone out the back of the cab, and the guys started pulling their shirt off.

Feeling each other's bodies, and crotches through their shorts, then they sat down, so you couldn't see much except them kissing, and then he got up. "Where did you get this?"

"They're totally gay!"

"Yeah," I see that, "But did you take this yourself?"

"Oh yeah, you know lover's lane?" I shook my head, "Well, it's not called that, it's really the end of San Mateo circle, but a lot of guys drive out there with their girlfriends, or boyfriends.

Yeah, the driver was leaned back against the cab, and he took his hat off, so it didn't tip up like a cowboy on siesta, but I could see his boyfriend until the camera came around the side. He was bent over on the mattress, and he had his pants down, bouncing his balls on his fist, and it looked like he was sucking the other guy's dick.

"You want to try that?" He switched hands, and touched my leg.

"Yeah maybe, but if you had a truck, then why'd you have to take the school bus?" I joked.

He laughed, "Not that that, you know." Great timing, the bus pulled up to the sop at the bottom of the hill, and some more kid started getting on. Talking, and laughing, he put his phone up, but I could still see his hardon bulging in his crotch. He untucked his shirt too, then a couple of black kids got in the other side. Right where he was sitting, but it didn't have his name on it.

'a blow job.' He lowered his voice, like he had to with as loud as the other kids were.

"Ha HAHH!" You know that laugh? "Yeeuh."

I nodded, 'you mean suck you, or you suck me?' I never got head before, but I thought about it, and even rolled over on the couch, so my dick pointed straight down, but I couldn't pull my ass down close enough to get it in my mouth. Just jerk off, all over my face, and if I was lucky, I'd shoot some of it in my mouth, but that's as close as I got.

'well, I'm not gay, but if you do me.' He shrugged, 'i'll do you.'

Yeah, right. Okay, you're not gay, but you just like watching gay guys do it, and you want some boy you just met to suck your dick, and maybe he'll suck mine. I don't know, but I don't think he's just trying to get a chance to beat me up for being bisexual, but come on. It's not the Castro district, but still. It's not like it's hard to find gay, and bisexual guys around here, if you want blowjobs, for guys, and if he lives up on the end of San Mateo street, then he can probably afford it.

"Okay, sure." I wish I'd seen more of it then just a bulge in his pants, but he put his phone in a cargo pocket, and scooted out to tuck his shirt back in, when it went away. "Now?"

"No, not now, maybe later." If he'd've just got up, and whipped it out right now, I would've done it, even if he didn't go through with it, and suck me off too. I wonder if he's circumcised, or got a foreskin? I sure hope he's not, because I've seen them uncut, but I never got to touch one, or play with it, just like in movies and stuff. Those guys in the video, I didn't get a real good look, but they looked nice and muscly, tanned except for the one guy's pale butt, and his balls bouncing when he bent over, and jacked off, with his head bobbing up and down in the driver's lap, and the dick in his mouth.

"Mn, hm!" I stopped rolling my cock between my legs, and wasted a load, shooting it into my pants, but that took the edge off. "Huh, huhHhuh!"

He looked over when I uncrossed my legs, and he even licked his lips when he saw the wet spot, where it soaked through the inside of my pantleg.

Yeah, right. He doesn't want to sound gay, but he doesn't do a real good job of covering it up. Too bad it's suck a long bus ride, or we could be there by now, sucking dick in a toilet. I couldn't hardly wait.

"I'm Shawn." I offered my hand.

"I know!" But he took it, and shook it anyways.

"Where do you know me from?"

"Don't you remember from the other year in middle school?"

I looked at him, but he didn't look familiar. So, I shook my head.

"I was a freshman last year, so we didn't go to the same school, but I remember you."

"Oh, cool." That makes sense, since I was in 8th grade, and he started high school without me.

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Brody (Sophmore/Freshman Tea Room)

I knew it, when I saw him checking out butts the other year. Not just girl butts, neither, but everybody knew Shawn was a butt boy, and when he showed me the cum stain in his pants, it looked like 6 inches from his balls.

I don't care, either way. A blow is a blow, anybody can suck my dick, because everyone's got a mouth. I guess everyone's got a butt too, but even if he wants to tailpipe me, there's no way that's gonna happen. I just have to make sure I don't bend over naked in front of him, but if he wants head to get head, sure.

Whatever, big deal, I'm not that straight. Get this, a lot of couples come up to park right by my house for he view, but if they pull up after dark, then you know they didn't come to watch the sunset. So, I pretty much seen it all, mostly straight couples.

You know, take your girlfriend up to watch the sunset, it's supposed to be romantic or whatever, but then she'll want to make out. One thing leads to another, and if you're lucky, she'll put out. Sometimes you get lucky, other times he says the wrong thing, or push her too far, but freshman year.

At least at my school, there weren't any sluts in my class. The only girls that put out, they got snapped up on summer break, so by the time school started, they were already taken, and then if they broke up. There was a line around the block, but gay guys, they're easy.

That's all it is, if you want to get your dick sucked, and you don't have a car, or the money to take her out. Sit through dinner and a movie, then drive up to watch the sun set, or whatever. Hell, if I had the money, I'd just go down, and find a hooker or something, but I don't. Just because my family has money doesn't mean they give it away to me.

My dad keeps saying I'm old enough to get a job, if I can get a learner's permit, I can get a work permit, and I did, but you don't see a lot of places way up there, that're hiring. Nobody's got grass to mow in there yards, because it's a waste of water, and by the time it starts raining again, the school years starts up, and this dick ain't gonna suck itself.

I knew Shawn would be down, I just new it. It's not like you can tell, when he's got his head down, and his long hair bleached blond. He likes hard bodies, I could tell just from the guys he looked at when they took their shirts off, and went back to work topless. He just sat there, watching them shovel, or rake. Swing the trimmer back and forth to cut around the fence, or whatever, but then they had to bend over, or squat down to pick something up.

He always made the same face, took a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh, like a girl. Checking out their butts, just like he did when a girl walked by in tight jeans, or yoga pants, so he likes butts. Big deal, he's not going to stick it up my butt, I'm not going to give him the chance, but finally we got to to school, and I thought my balls were going to explode from sitting next to him.

Knowing he wants my jock, and I have no idea how he managed to bust a nut like that, without even touching it. He just looked out the window, and acted like he was asleep, but he had his legs crossed like a girl. A long haired blonde girl, but he let it grow out, and he didn't get the roots. So, it was mostly brown, with blond highlights, and he doesn't have pretty face, but I don't care about that.

He went right for the boy's room, but around the corner from the class rooms. The farthest away from the tables set up in the quad, were most of the other students were getting breakfast, but he skipped that. I had some breakfast for him, right here, but he looked back from the door. Smiled, and nodded, then let it swing shut.

I looked around first, but there was nobody looking. Wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea, because if the word got out, they'd think you're gay. You don't have to be gay, to enjoy a good little cock sucker, but by the time I got to the handicap stall, he already had his pants down. His dick out, and flopping it around in his fingers, sitting on the toilet.

"Huh!" He looked up, but I figure he just couldn't get it up again so soon, after he messed himself on the bus. Who cares, I already had my shorts undone, so I just had to rip the velcro open, and drop them. Sure enough, he went right for my as, and grabbed it through my speedo. "Oh!" He kissed my balls through the crotch, and then worked his way up.

So I, I said "Here," and he looked up. So, I could pull the waist band down, and show him the head, poking out the top. He sighed again, like a girl watching the maintenance crew clean up the soccer field outside of the old middle school. "You're circumcised."

"So what? We don't have all day." I want to get off before class, but I had to put it out, since he wouldn't let go of my ass to put it in his mouth. "Huh, uh!" Suck it, yeah suck it slut. "Uh fuck" Lots of long hair to run my fingers through.

"Ugh!" She pulled back when I bumped her throat, but I held on, an fucked her whore mouth. "Ugh gug guk gah! Kah! Don't choke me on it!"

"Sh," I just petted his hair, "Sorry, I didn't know you don't like to deep throat."

"Just let me do it, all right?"

"Sure, just make it quick." I held it out, and just put my hand up on my hip. Then, I remembered the handicap bar right there to hold onto. Just in case my knees went out when I cum, and I could reach the top of the stall to hold onto, on the other side.

He let go of my buttocks, and pulled my speedo down. "Huh, you got great abs, you didn't used to have such a hot bod, in middle school?"

"No, I just started working out, but thanks for noticing."

"Nice balls too," he turned his head, and kissed them, then he sucked one in, and let it pop out to kiss, and suck the other.

"Ooh yeah. That drives me wild, but the bell's gonna ring any minute. Suck me off quick, so I don't have to sit through class all morning with blueballs. Don't just tease me, I need to cum. Yeah, I'm about to cum, huh! UhHHH!"

"Snh!" He looked up, but then he stopped sucking, and his smile went away. His eyes fluttered, and he sighed around the spurting head erupting in his mouth.

"Hmn!" He say back, and wiped his mouth. Smiling, and looking up, while I pulled up my speedo, and my shorts. Tucked in my shirt, and then I heard him swallow.

"Ngh! You want to suck me now?" He got up, and pulled his shirt off, but his hardon bobbed, and swung right there in front of me.

"I have to get to class, but maybe later?"

"Yeah, you're right." He pulled his pants up. "See you on lunch?"

"I don't have freshman lunch, I'm a sophomore." Then, finally the bell rang.

"I'll see you on the bus then." I just grabbed my bookbag, and ran around to the other building. My locker underneath the walkway to the upper classes, and got my lock out of the front pocket. [238] I just threw it in, and locked it up, since my first class was upstairs, and I had to go all the way around to the stairwell, then all the way back.

But still, it was worth it. The best way to start my day is a good blowjob, and so what if I'm going to have to suck him off later after school? So worth it.

[Psiberzerker]

They must've painted the bathroom stall again, since Orientation Day.

[Fags Suck Cock] it said, behind the door to the handicap stall, but the janitor must've found it.

So, I went around to the stairs up, and hung out at the end of the building, where I could keep an eye on it 'till the bell rang. Just to see if anybody still used it this year, and sure enough. This one boy stopped at the door, and looked back, then another boy followed him, and looked around, before he went in there.

They sure were in there a long time, and the first bell rang, but when the second boy came out, he still had a boner. It went away when he ran off to find his locker, or whatever, but I put down my monocular, and put it back in it's case, before some kids ran up the steps.

I heard it's called a tea room, that's where gay guys get together to have anonymous sex, but I never been in one before. There was a line out the door at the girl's room, like always, but not the boy's room. Especially all the way out on the end of the classrooms, away from the office, the athletics building, the lunch line, but this isn't like the schools back east.

Not at all, it's all outside except for the classrooms, but instead of halls, they have doors that let out to the courtyard in the middle. 2 wings around the sides of the main building, which has the kitchen, and office, and then the athletics building across from it, with locker rooms on either side. The track, soccer, and football fields are past that, down some stairs by the bleachers, with a fence around it, and tennis courts on the other side.

I don't know if schools are just like this in California, or this was just some experiment from the 60s, or 70s. That had to be when this place was built, because they still had these cartoon flowers up on one side, like Laugh In with Fuscia spots in the center of bright yellow petals. They were all over the inside of the library, which had 3 roofs, all pointed the same way so the sun shone in the windows all at the same time, and stuff like that.

"Huh!" First class was just Orientation, all over again. The teacher went over the rules, right out of the rule book, just in case you hadn't got one, and you had any problem with the dress code, or whatever.

"Now, there's a new policy," he held out his hand to me, "But luckily we have someone her, Paige?" I turned dark red, "Do you mind coming up?" Shook my head, looking around, and somebody off to the side whispered 'dyke.'

"Who said that. That's exactly the kind of teasing that won't be tolerated here, you want to go to the principal's office?"

"No, sir."

"Come on, Paige, don't be shy." He flipped the paper back on his easel, and started writing on it while I got up, and kept my head down. With all the snickers, and whispers, the last thing I wanted was to be singled out, or treated any differently, especially first thing, at homeroom.

I just wanted to be treated as normal, even though I'm not a normal boy, but of course with the way I dress, and cut my hair, I took a deep breath.

[Bathroom Ettiquette]

"Uhm," I pointed out, "That's 1 T, then 2 Ts. In Etiquette."

He shook his head, and counted back. He couldn't cross it out, it's a T, so he covered it over in up, and down strokes, that squeaked on the paper. It's better than chalk on a blackboard, I guess. He had a whiteboard too, and dry erase markers on the giant sketch-pad he set up, for some reason.

"Huh!" I took a deep breath. "I'm not a lesbian." I shrugged, but I couldn't look up, and force myself to come out like this, to a classroom of strangers. "I'm going to be a boy, that's what we moved to California for. So, I could see a doctor, a specialist, and stop my hormones before I go through puberty, and then I can start on androgens, to become a man."

"Uh," a girl put her hand up.

"Yes, Brooke?"

"What's androgens?"

"Like Testosterone, and steroids, but I can't start taking those, until my body's natural hormones are stopped." I nodded.

Then a boy held his up, and he had this cruel grin like a bully.

"What is it now, Hwakeen?"

The same boy that called me dyke, I think. "Isn't Paige a girl's name?"

"Of course. My mom, and dad didn't know until I was about 6, and I could tell them."

"That's good. Now, sit down, Paige." He finished writing on the paper, and I noticed he must have flipped it over when I was standing awkwardly, and talking about my problem, with restrooms.

"Now, because we have both transgender boys, and girls this year, the school board decided to default to 1 unisex restroom. Rather than deal with the problems with boys in the girl's room, girls in the boy's room, and transgender students being mistaken for the other, in either case. Paige here is exempt from Physed, so locker rooms won't be a problem."

Whakeen raised his hand again. "She can't play sports either, because it wouldn't be fair, taking steroids."

"First of all, he's male, for the purposes of pronouns, and you will respect His gender, by speaking appropriately. Others may chose you use gender neutral pronouns, but continued harassment or bullying transgender students will be considered grounds for Expulsion, if you keep it up." He dropped the marker on his desk, and pulled a pen out. Started writing, and said. "Now, Hwakeen. You can come up, and take this to the Office. Where hopefully they'll teach you some sensitivity, so you can return to class. If not, you can be assigned to another class, where you won;t be so disruptive, and disrespectful to our transgender students."

He held up a slip. "Anyone else have a problem with him?"

"No," the girl from earlier looked back, and raised her hand again. "But I have some more questions?"

"For me, or Him?"

"For him." She looked back, and smiled.

"Then they can wait until after class. There's a lot to covered, and not much time, so." He flipped the paper over, and uncapped the marker. "Might as well continue on to the policies for sexual harassment, and bullying."

She didn't turn back, she just smiled, and keep staring at me, until I chickened out, and looked away. I hope she doesn't have the hots for me, because I'm not like that. I mean, i don;t hate girls, but I don't even want to be one, let alone date one. Hopefully she just wants to be friends, but I guess I'll get a chance to find out, after class.

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Joaquin (m FAQs)

So, I got some note from the offices, and wrote down the answers to some of my questions. Like "What do you call the opposite of a shemale?"

"First of all, Shemale is one of those offensive terms, that ultimately comes from Pornography."

"I know," where do you think I heard of them?

"The best policy is to ask them, respectfully if you can. We don't want you passive aggressively using questions to harass them either, but I took the liberty of pulling your records from Rancho."

"Look, they got it all wrong."

"Regardless, we won't tolerate fighting, and with your record, we can skip right past the warnings. Detention, In School Suspension, and even Expulsion. You've already had the paperwork done to transfer to Correctional School."

I nodded, and swallowed.

"You don't want that, or you wouldn't have asked for a plea deal, to stay in public school?"

"I don't want to go to Boarding School." It's pretty much a Jail, except you get to go home on the weekends, but monday through friday, they got you locked up. "You don't have to take me outta that class, I can handle it, it was all just a misunderstanding." I thought she was gay, because she dressed butch, when actually, it's He, who wants to be a boy, when He grows up. "I got it, you won't get any more trouble outta me. So, can I go back to class?"

"This is your first, and last warning. The bell is about to ring, so you better go to your next class, and leave Paige alone."

"All right, got it." I took my paper, and rushed out to the stairs on the end. Hoping Paige didn't have to go the other way, but I made it before the bell even rung, and waited for the door to unlock. Instead, they just came out, if you know what I'm saying.

With a girl, she stopped, and looked up. "Oh, hey. Joaquin, right? Like Joaquin Phoenix?"

"Yeah," I get that a lot, "Only I don't gotta hairlip."

"We cool?" Paige looked pissed at me.

"Yeah, man." I patted him on the shoulder. "All just a misunderstanding, but you can't get steroids yet?"

"No, I told you, I have to wait until I get a prescription for that."

"Well," I pulled him over, around the corner by the stairs, and kept a lookout. "I know somebody, who can get some. Androgel, you're supposed to put it on under your armpits, like Deoderent?"

"Oh yeah?"

"If you're interested, I might be able to get you some, early."

"How much?"

"I don't know yet, I have to get it first, and he's probably going to ask me for something to get it from him. You know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I'm interested, but I better get to class."

"Yeah, me too." I'm on thin ice as it is, but it's just the first day.

Don;t mean i can't make a little money though. You know what I'm saying?

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[Psiberzerker]

"So what was that all about?"

"Oh, he just wanted to apologize for what he said in class."

"Yeah right," he just wants to be friends, but not with "That dickhead, Joaquin?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure they made him in the office. He didn't want to say anything, but he even looked scared."

"Get out!" I had to laugh, "I'd really like to see that." He never acted scared of anything. "So, you're gonna use that lavatory over by the office?"

"If I have to, why?"

"Well, I heard they're going to start using it." I looked around, but luckily we're right by the bottom of the stairwell, where we could talk. "Come here." Underneath the bottom stairs, there's a little room where the 3 walls come together under the landing, and we can talk. "Keep your voice down."

"So, it must be some kind of secret."

"Well, there was these guys, last year. They used to get together in the boy's room, at the end of the east building?"

"Oh yeah. You mean the tea room?"

"You heard about that?"

"Well, I saw them. I mean, I didn't get to go in, and actually see them doing it, but it sure looked like they were doing something in there."

"Yeah, something gay. But anyway, since they converted the old faculty lavatory over to a unisex. They decided to use that instead, since technically anyone can use it."

"For sex."

"Yeah, but in the hopes that maybe they'll get some girls in there too. Since technically anybody can use it."

"Oh, that's cool, but my next class is way over here." She pulled out her phone, and had the school map up on the screen to navigate.

"Over by the lockers? Well, I have to stop by there to get my gym clothes, so I'll walk with you."

"Maybe I'll check it out then, but they don't have any way to put in a glory hole, without the janitor finding it?"

"Oh no. But I heard that they don't have to, because the stall walls are so high, they can just stick their." I looked around, but between classes, the plaza is always full of everyone running around everywhere.

"Understall." She nodded. "That makes sense. Who told you about all this stuff, anyway?"

"Oh, my boyfriend. Last year, but we kept in touch over the summer, and we still hook up off and on. Whenever he can get away, so mostly on the weekends."

"Get away from where?"

"Oh, he got busted, so they sent him to Redirection."

"What's that?"

"A boarding school, to keep him out of jail, and hopefully scare him straight. Not like hetero straight, he's not gay at all, he just caught some guys going at it after school, and that's how he found out about it."

"I'm sure."

"No, really."

"You believed him?"

"Why not? If he was gay, then maybe he would have agreed to a threesome, only the other way. 2 bi guys, instead of 2 bi girls?"

"So, you are, bisexual."

"Yeah, could you tell?"

"Well, I don't exactly have gaydar, but you sure were flirty back in class. So, either you're really secure, or you like butch girls, too."

"I thought you're a boy, though."

"Huh! It's complicated, and it's even worse that the teacher made a big deal about pronouns, but I don't want to call myself a boy, until I go through puberty. So, I guess I'm still a girl by default, in all the ways that matter. At least until I get on some hormones so I can start feeling manlier."

"Oh, makes sense."

"I guess I still feel like a girl, I just hate it."

"Yeah, being a girl sucks, but it's got some good parts too."

"Like what?"

"Straight guys."

"Huh, yeah."

"And not having to worry about bisexual girls getting the wrong idea." Because he's still, you know. Like, kinda pretty, but not like a pretty boy pretty, you know? More like a butch girl pretty, so it's easy to mistake him for a gay girl then a boy trapped in a girl body. "I hope out don't mind, but I still think of you as a boy, all ready. It's just easier for me not to forget, if I think him, or he instead of her, or she?"

"Oh, no. That's quite all right, in fact, it's kinda nice for a change."

"Great, so see you at lunch?"

"Yeah." I just locked up my locker, and grabbed my clothes to dress out, but I had to run for the Athletics building when the bell rang. Which is fine, they give you an extra 10 minutes to change before you actually have to line up, and it's only going to be another orientation class, but too bad the transgender students are exempt. I was kinda hoping that we'd get one, in out locker room, but I don't guess they have a third one to make unisex like the old Faculty lavatory.

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Trevor (LGBTQ FAQs)

So, I flipped over my folder, and stuck the velcro back to the other side. Standing up so you can read:


[LGBTQA
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Table]

Facing OUT, so anyone who's new knows where to sit.

Unless they get up from the Quarantine Table. Ew, what you do with your own body is your own business, but if you want to sit with us, you have to get vaccinated.

"So, what's the Q stand for?"

"Questioning? Sit down."

"You can sit next to me." She shook her head, and came around to my side. Took the empty chair with her, and sat down across the corner from me.

"No offence, but I'm not gay. Not yet, I know I look butch, but I'm not."

"Aren't you a little curious?"

"About girls? No, I know all i need to know about girls, gay straight, or bi. Thank you."

"You have some questions, though. Don't worry." I pulled out a copy, "I have a whole FAQ sheet right here if you don't want to ask out loud."

Megan just got up, and scoffed. Took her gluten free tempeh lettuce, and tomato sandwhich with vegan mayo with her.

"I said I was sorry?" She didn't even look back.

"Don't worry about Meegan." Rhymes with Vegan, "She doesn't take rejection very well."

"So, this doesn't say anything about Tearoom etiquette?"

"Of course not." The rest of us leaned over, and kept our voices down. "Why?"

"Well, I figured if you're going to use our lavatory."

"Oh, your'e TS/TG?" Terrance caught on before me.

"Trans-sexual?" He nodded, "Not Transgender until I can start on Hormones, but I don't know about getting surgery, or anything." He hugged his chest, his flat chest, but I could still see that he had a skinny little girlish body, under all those baggy clothes. "I just figured, maybe I could beat you." Terrance looked down, when he shook his arm under the table, "And join you?"

"Hah, yeah." Terrance started to get up, and looked over. "I think I might have to go to the bathroom." I looked at him, and he stopped. When I LOOKED at him, and shook my head. "Or not," he dropped his tray back down, and pouted.

"Well, I don't know about Etiquette, but there's definitely rules, to keep it from blowing up."

"The more the merrier, right?"

"Yeah, as long as nobody invited the faculty, or the cops!" Terrance laughed.

"Right?" Me too, "So you came to the right place, but what happens in there, stays in there. Especially so close to the office, you have to be cool. We don't want anybody sketching out."

"Oh, you mean like." He looked around, "Like this? So everyone can see you acting suspicious, and you know right away they're going to do something in there."

"Right, so no drugs, not even smoking, because that's just another reason to go check it out."

"Oh, I don't smoke, but when you say drugs, you don't count Hormones, right?"

"Actually, he's got a good point."

"She. I'm still using female pronouns, for the time being."

"Oh, cool. So anyways, you're taking hormones, right?"

"Well, not yet, but I know someone. Well, honestly, i barely just met him, but he said he could get me some. Androgel?"

"Without a prescription?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Then no, you can't do drug deals in the tearoom, find somewhere else."

"And no pictures, movies, or even sound recording. In fact, don't even pull out your phone, because you might scare someone off, thinking you mean to blackmail them."

"Right? And besides, they're really talking about cracking down on Sexting, Child porn."

"Uh! They have pedophiles here, too?"

"No, well. I don't know, probably. They're everywhere, but technically it's CP if you're under 18. So, no pictures, video, or recording of any kind. Don;t even write about it."

"Okay, gotcha. What else?"

"Well, it's basically a closet, so respect people's privacy. Most guys don't want you to know they like to get head from gay guys, so if you see anyone go in their, wait for them to come back out, don;t make eye contact, or do anything else to make thm uncomfortable."

"Yeah, or sketch out."

"Right? If they get scared, and run off, right in front of the office, then they'll know something's up. So, don't do it."

"Gotcha. So, that's why you didn't write a FAQ sheet for this. So you can't get busted with it on you."

"That's right, but the basic rule of thumb is, if you aren't absolutely sure you can pull it off, without getting us busted, then don't do it. It's not worth going to jail over it, and they will send you to jail, or Redirection which is just as bad as jail anyway."

"Yeah, what's up with that place? Everyone seems to be so scared of going there, is it really that bad?"

"Yeah, because it's basically a halfway house for San Quentin. You hear of that?"

She swallowed, and nodded. "Well, if you go there, then you've pretty much got 1 foot in the door to San Quentin. also, the worst kids go there, so you'll be bunking in a dorm with rapists, child molesters, and bull queers, or bull daggers. I don;t know about you, actually. Come to think of it, they did say they're trying to make this place, and 1 other school trans-exclusive, but I'd bet that was the other one."

"I know, they told me. If I can't get along here, then the only other school I can get a public education is Redirection, and my dad can't afford a private school. With all the medical cost, the move here, and the cost of living is absurd here!"

"Right?"

"But, that was the deal. Either college, or puberty, so I picked puberty. Hopefully I can get a scholarship or something."

"Your folks sound really cool, about you transitioning, and all?"

"Well, they came around, eventually. I tried to tell them when I was six, but they wouldn't listen. Finally, when i was 12, they just gave up arguing with me, and sent me to a shrink for my." Quote, "Delusions." /quote.

"Uh! You're still pretty lucky. My folks threatened to send me to Jesus Camp to pray the gay away if I didn't straighten up."

"Yeah, and I don't even dare act gay, or even let my friends call me Terry, cause if they found out, they'd probably disown me."

"What's wrong with people?"

"Right?"

[Psiberzerker]

"Huh!" The hardest part was waiting, but this guy went in, and looked back, so I looked down, and felt my face heat up. Until I heard the door shut, so I got up from the table, and walked over to check the door handle.

I just kept my head forward, don't look around, especially at the office to sketch out, just going to the restroom, to take a piss, that's all. Sure enough, it wasn't locked, so I slipped in before I chickened out. Leaned back against the door, and tried to catch my breath, but it was so exciting, I almost chickened out. Instead, I locked the door, and knocked on it, instead of the stall door.

Knock knock, knock knock knock.

Knock Knock. He already had his pants down, but then he got down on his knees, turned around, and dropped his backpack to sit on. "Hhuh!" I practically ran across to the urinal. Since that's all they had in there, 1 toilet stall, and a urinal on the wall, I felt like I ran around the track, so many times I lost count, my heart was beating so hard, and I was so out of breath, but there it was.

Right in front of me, so big, and hairy, and hard. I just had to sit on my backpack, and grab it. Pull the skin, so it bunched up around the head, and then pull it tight around the hairy base. Then, I felt up under it, and picked up his balls to play with in my other hand.

"Huh, you want to suck it."

"No, it's all right if I just jerk off, right?" The problem is, I don't have anything to jerk off, and I had to wait to get to high school before I finally found a place where gay, bi, and questioning guys would let you give them a handjob, as long as you don't out them. Maybe he's straight, and maybe he just has straight friends that would stop hanging out with him, but the best time to do it is after school, when it's still open for Detention, but there's not so many people walking around the quad, or plaza, or whatever else they cal the big square the school buildings were put up around.

"Huh faster. Yeah, jerk it faster you dyke. You never jerked off a real man before, have you lesbo? It's okay, I won't tell anyone your big secret, but I knew it. Even a lesbo like you wants the dick. You can't help it, can you?"

"No, don't tell anyone. My secret, I want the dick. Huh, I always wanted a big hard hairy dick like this, but if my lesbian friends ever found out, they'd tell my girlfriend, and I don't want to break up with her, just because I need the dick, huh?"

"Uh, fuck! Huh, shit yeah. Hot little lesbo. Yeah."

"Huh!" It erupted without warning. Even before he grunted, I felt his balls tense up, and then there was a twitch. I had to pull my knees in, together so it shot up in my lap, and then it went soft. "HhuhHhuh!"

"Let go. You can let go now."

"Oh, sorry yeah." He pulled his pants up, and I stood up to look in the mirror. He came out, and I didn't look, even though I saw him look back, when he stopped in the doorway. He looked right at me, and he saw me watching the lavatory, so he knew I was waiting for someone to show up, but now that he's gone. I didn't bother locking the door back, but until somebody else shows up, I'm just happy to look at the white streaks running down my pant legs. As if I jerked off, and that was my jism, I shot all over my lap, but finally.

I finally found out what it feels like to jerk off in the bathroom, like a real boy. "Huh! Fag!" He grinned back at me, and I reached up to brush the spikes combed up from the hairline. "You want to suck off the next one?"

He grinned, and nodded back.

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that." So, I went, and checked out the toilet stall. Locked it, and I didn't even have to wait that long.

He knocked, Shave and a Hair Cut.

So, I knocked back, 2 Bits.

"What do you want?"

"Huh," I cleared my throat. "Ahem, I want to suck a dick," but my voice still cracked.

"Well, good thing I brought one." he got own, and unzipped his pants, but before he even pulled them down, I saw that his fingers were black.

"Oh, huh!" He pulled the skin back, so the pink head stuck out.

"You like it?"

"You're not circumcised."

"If that's a problem," He let go.

"Oh no, it's perfect."

"Well, If you came here to suck a dick, here it is." I sniffed it first, but I wasn't really sure about it. I didn't have myself, looking back at me from the mirror to psych myself up for it.

"I've never done this before, so I don't know how. I'm probably not going to be very good at it," but just stroking it, with the extra skin, and the coarse wirey hair to play with on his balls.

"Boy, there ain't no trick to it, just put it in your mouth, and suck." He called me boy!

"Okay," I can do this. He can do this, after all, he is a fag. No trick to it, you just have to put it in your mouth and suck.

"Huh, yeah. You're a natural, that's right. Just suck it, just keep on sucking it like that, you can do it. Yeah, you doin' just fine, just keep on suckin it like that white boy. Bet you never even seen a big black dick like this?"

"Swop, no. It's nice and big, and hard, and hairy. I love how the skin slips up and down it, especially."

"You just want to jerk it?"

"Yeah, is that all right?"

"Yeah, you can finish jerkin it. If you ain't gay, I know how it is. You just curious, aincha?"

"Yeah, you're straight, huh?"

"Yeah, but ain't nobody suck a dick like a gay boy, you ever hear that?"

"Yeah, something like that." Honestly, it was the other way around. Even bisexual girls can't go down on you like a real lesbian, but I'm not one of those, either. I tried it, I don't like it, any more than having that gross stuff down there, instead of anything nice, and big to play with.

"You ready? Huh, you ready for it?"

"Yeah, do it."

"Cuz ready or not, here it cums!" I'm glad he told me this time, so I could bent it down, and stick my knees together between his legs. "Uh, UHHHHH!" God, he was loud! "Uh, huh fuck. Yeayuh! Fuck you suck a dick good. Huh!" He pulled it back, and got up. Fixing up his pants, but this time, I got it even farther up, and a lot of it went up the bottom of my shirt. "Little white boy. So, whatchu think, you bi?"

"No."

"You don't wanna do it again?"

"Oh no. I want to do it again and again, I'm not bisexual." I can finally say, "I'm gay."

"Oh," he finished washing his hands, then I heard the door lock click, and he left.

So, I got up, and checked all the semen I had all over my shirt, and pants. "Huh, that was awesome!" Washed my hands, and left, before someone in the office got suspicious, of me being in there so long. Going back to get my books, nobody could see the dirty evidence, of what I was doing in there, but of course nobody messed with my books. Why would they, when they can see the office windows right there, they would have to be stupid to.

"Good, finally she left."

I looked back, but it was 2 boys. Gay boys, and I was a little hurt that they called me She. Not the first time someone misgendered me, but this time it was different. This time something was different about me, because I never felt so gay in my whole life, and now I'm 1 step closer to being the boy I always wanted to be.

Now, I better get home to see how much money I can make. Joaquin couldn't tell me how much it's going to cost, because even he didn't know yet, but i better get as much as I can, just to make sure.

"Hey Peter. Wait up."

I looked around.

"Yeah you. It is Peter, isn't it?"

He put his arm around me, like he was my best friend, and patted me on the back, when we only just met.

"Sure!" Peter, I like it.

Of course I recognized him, for the moment I saw him. Looking back, and holding the door, to make sure I knew he wanted something in the tee room.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Brody. Nice to meet you. You want to come up to my house tonight?" He stopped, when we got around the corner between buildings, and pointed at the mountains. "I live up there, see tht road, zig-zagging up?"

"Yeah, uh huh?"

"I live up there, it's got a great view."

"Okay, sure!" Sounds nice.

[Psiberzerker]

"Huh!" I looked back, and waited for the door to close. Logged onto Chaturbate, and pulled my dress up.

[Honey, you home?]

Of course, he was online, but it took him a minute to go to the restroom. At work, he got the notification, and "Had to go to the restroom."

[Dboyd@DCISD.ca.gov/:

Yeah, just a minute.]

It sucks sharing an office this year, but it's also exciting. He's going to be a while, filing the papers he was working on.]

He started the video, and I put my knees up. Hooked my heels under the bars across the back of the desk, and leaned back, to scoot out on my chair.

[I'm happy to see you too.]

Getting harder, slipping his fingertips down to tug on his scrotum, and tuck the waistband of his [Jockey]s under his testes.

[Huh, new office?]

[Private Office] He let go, and pointed down, so his nice hard 7"er tipped over diagonal on his thigh. He pulled up his shirt, and felt down the vertical crease down his midriff. Swirling the hairs around his navel, like he knows I like to do with my tongue, and I bit my lips. Imagining them pinched in there, and slipping out so I can work my way down.

I sat up, and reached the corner of the keyboard before the door swung all the way open. Hit [Alt/Tab] and scooted up before he got to the desk.

Rolling up under mine, I looked back. "Forget something?" He pulled the drawer out, and picked up a box of staples from his desk. Left the door open, covering half the room, but shook the box at me.

"Yeah," he straightened up, and pushed the drawer shut with his knee. Dropped the box of staples in his pocket with a rattle, and grabbed the door knob on his way out.

Clunk. I swallowed, and switched back to Chat.

[New Office?
He seems nice.]

I typed back, [Not nice enough I want to suck his dick, or anything.]

[I'd like to see that.]

[Wait until I get home. He's gay, anyway.] I lied, but that changed the subject back real quick.

[You still wet?]

I licked my fingers off camera, and scooted out to where I could see the X of bars, holding the drawers together on either side. I guess, I didn't design it, but that let me lean my knees back out to the sides, and swipe the spit up my lips to get them shiny again, and scooted out.

He had a hand full of balls, and his fingertips buried in his taint. Holding it in his other hand, but not stroking it again until he got another upskirt view.

"Ah, fuck." My phone buzzed, and I had to pic it up. One handed, I slipped down to Y spread my lips, and get a good look at how red hot my lips, and clit hood where inside.

[Jboyd@hotmail.com

I missed the bus, so I'm gonna hang out up at uncle Dan's until you get out.]

"Huh!" I just set it down. Typed [It's just Joaquin. Can you pick him up after work?]

;

Joakin (mM NS Delinquent, Drug Theft.)

"Open up!" Uncle Dan came to the door in his boxers, and a wife beater.

"What're you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, and I gotta take a dump." I pushed passed him as soon as he dropped the chain. Went straight back to the bathroom, and locked the door. "It'll just be a minute." Reached past the Cialis in the medicine cabinet, and pulled the drawer slowly, so it didn't bump all the way open. Popped open the bag of makeup sponges, and popped the cap on the Androgel. You can't screw the whole lid off without breaking the label around it. He caught me that way before, but this was the new can, so I just rolled it on the triangle of foam, and put everything back.

"Huh!" Palmed it, pinching my zipper poo, and waving my hand behind my back. "I wouldn't go in there for a while, this school food's even worse than last year."

"Oh right. First day back at school? How'd it go?"

I stuck my hands in my pocket, shrugged. "Chimichangas. You know they let transboys into school this year?"

"Shemales?" He sat up, and dropped the remote.

"No, the other kind, boys trapped in a girl's body. I had one in class this morning."

"So, what do you call," he scratched the back of that torc of hair he had left around the cul de sac. "The opposite of a shemale?"

"Well, you can't call them that."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because, if you want to hook up with her, the first step is not offending her on first impression."

"You get with a shemale?"

"No, a transboy."

"Oh, cool. What's that like?"

"I don't know, I'll tell you all about when I find out." I winked, and left. "You know what I'm saying?"

;

Brody (mtM NS)

So yeah, my dad had to pick me up, but he wasn't pissed.

"Dad, this is Pete..."

"I can't call you dad." He shook hands, then his head.

"Pete?"

"Yeah."

"He's going to start taking hormones, but he hasn't yet."

"Oh, so he." Dad looked at me, so I nodded. Please be cool about this.

"His, him, or they." He nodded, "I guess."

"How old are you?"

"Almost 15, but I had to stop my natural hormones to start on T replacement."

"You're not on Testosterone yet."

"Not yet, but hopefully soon."

The dashboard dinged. "You have to buckle up, or it'll keep doing that."

Finally dad turned around, and started driving off.

"So, you work out, too. Mr. McGinly."

"Yeah, that's fine." He's a personal trainer, he knows that.

"Well, you think we could use your weights, after school?"

"Yeah, sure. Knock yourselves out." He shrugged, "Working all day in the gym, I don't go work out on the weekdays."

"Makes sense. Uh, what kind of exercises you recommend for the chest? The upper chest, I mean."

"Oh, for the pecs, you want to do butterflies, dips, and for biceps." He reached over, and put his arm on the passenger seat. "You want to do curls." Didn't even flex, he just held it up there. In his muscle shirt, even relaxed, it's quite an upper arm, but he splayed his fingers, and curled them one by one, to play the muscles across his forearm.

"I can show them when we get home." I told him, "Pete, he does that stuff for a living. So, it's like coming home from work to work, and mom hates for him to bring work home with him."

"It's all right, honestly he needs more help bodybuilding than the next guy." He chuckled, and Pete grinned, nodding. "So, I can do a little pro-bono to help him out."

"How do you get your shoulders likeat?"

"Oh," he shrugged, "The traps?" Drove one handed so he could reach up, and pinch one with his thumb. "That's a lot more work, but let's start with your pecs."

"Will that, flatten out my chest any?"

"Hard to say without looking at your chest, but we'll have to wait until I get you in the gym."

"Don't worry, he won't look at you like that."

"I don't have to take off my shirt or anything?"

"You might have to pull it tight, and take off any binding you might have on under it, but it's okay. I've worked with a guy like you before. 1 guy, and he was a lot older than you when he started, but he had to get mastectomies for them."

"Well, I want to avoid surgery as much as possible."

"Yeah, I understand that."

"How'd he turn out in the chest department? If it's okay to ask."

"Not bad, but you don't want those scars."

"No, definitely not."

;

"Peter" (/Paige: Mg2f Trans CD Body Build)

"Here, I got you some clothes to change into." He just reached in his backpack, and threw a Walmart bag on the bed. The door clunked shut behind him, and I looked back just long enough to see he wasn't in the room.

Untying the handles on the bag, I smelled sweat right away. Boy sweat, and then held up a navy blue tank-top with lemon yellow piping around the shoulders, and neck. Turned it around, and saw the big horned sheep head. Rams under it, and dropped it to pull my short off. Then my training bra, I really lucked out with Mr. McGinly beng a personal trainer, and he worked with a transwoman before. He even guessed that I might have some sort of Binder on, but nope. I got official diagnosis, and the shots early enough.

I hate my nipples though. Not soon enough to stop them swelling, and they're in the wrong place, but I forgot to ask if pectoral muscle might pull them out any. Down some so they're more in the corner of the muscle than the centers, but I might have to have the little lumps removed. The growths, like cancer, once I get the Androgel.

Oh right, I hope it's the Roll-on one! Maybe I can try it, but maybe I should just come right out, and ask mom for the money. No, I'll have to think of something I have to buy for school, something the school would ask for, but they forgot to put on the website?

"Huh!" Underneath the matching yellow shorts, with the blue Y piping around the at the bottom of the legs. All the way up to the elastic waistband, but I dropped them as soon as I saw the plastic cup in the bottom. The ruffled elastic triangle pocket to hold it in, and the elastic straps to hold it on around my waist, and buttocks.

I dropped trow, and kicked my shoes off to strip down to the compression pants, and pull it up on over them. "Huh!" a little loose, but that just ment I had to grab it, and hold it up in my crotch. Turn around, and look for a mirror, but he doesn't have one in his room. Me neither, but for a completely different reason. I don;t want to see myself naked, and still topless, I pulled the tank top on. Then stepped into the shorts, and pulled them up. Then sat on his bed, and tied on my shoes to pull those on.

I had to pull the jock strap way up, but the shorts stretched tight enough to hold it there, and it was kind of nice to feel the athletic cup swing between my legs.

I ran right out, remembering the big wall of mirror between the windows I saw when they opened up the weight room.

"Oh good, you're ready." Mr. McGinly stepped back around behind the bench, but it didn't have any bar on the back. Much less any weights, but Boyd turned around with a couple.

"How about the 7.5?" He held up a pair of dumbells.

"Sounds about right to start," his dad shrugged, but his shoulders. They blend in so high, it looks like he's got half a neck, even in that tanktop of his.

Oh yeah," I turned around, and checked myself in the mirror, then I looked down. You can still kinda see my oversized nipples poking out the front, but not the jock strap hanging in the loose shorts. So, I just grabbed it, and cupped it up in my groin. Pretended to have to adjust it, just to feel it there, and even a little bit of the ruffles between the elastic. Fanned out, it's not a scrotum, but through the microfiber school shorts, it was close enough.

I backed up to straddle the weight bench. Leaned back to the diagonal part, and took the weights.

"I'll spot her, so you'll have to show her. Oh, sorry."

"I don't mind." I shook my head, and copied Brody holding up his arms. "Like this?"

"Yeah, but don't try to flex your biceps, just hold the weights up, and pull your elbows out front like this."

"These are butterflies." I guessed. It sounds like a stupid name, but it's also obvious, watching someone do it. "Can you step out of the way?" His dad stood up, and started doing them in the mirror, while I copied him. "How many can I do?"

"Don't bother keeping count, it's more important that you concentrate on what you're doing, with both arms at once. That way you won't have one side shaped differently than the other, that's why we do them together."

"Makes sense."

"I'm gonna go grab a shake, you want one?"

"Yes please,"

"Me too."

"You aren't allergic to soy, eggs, or any other proteins I should know about."

"Not that I know of."

"Okay, 3 protein shakes coming up."

"All right, your arms are starting to shake." He took the weights from me.

"I'm not tired yet."

"No, but it's a good idea to stop when you start shaking, for the most consistent results. Now, try this." He took his thumb, and twisted it around. Straightened his arm out, so I did it too, then the other arm when he switched.

"Now," he gave me one of the weights back. "Let's work on your triceps for a few reps."

"Sure."

;

Brody (m NS Denouement)

GRNNNNNNNN! I stopped, and popped the top when the ice was pulverized. Grabbed the heavy cream, and blitzed it again while I poured that in. Switched it down to Emulsify, and slowly added the egg whites until it started to thicken, then I let it rest, and got turned to the shelf of GNC tubs up on the bar. Most guys would have whiskey up there, but not my dad.

He's just lucky he did see all the cum stains over the front of his shirts, or pants. Cut off at the bottom of the bathroom partition, but she was in there a while with some black guy that didn't stick around.

I'm really looking forward to see how he shapes up, but he's got a long way to go...

;

^ I can go on, he's already well on his way to a Power Assertive Narcissist. Not particularly Malignant, but not Benevolent at all. He can always escalate from there, but this is the part where it starts to get extremely nerdy, psychological, and boring.

There's a myth about Pricks getting the girl, and nice guys finishing last, but there's not a lot of nice guys in this one (And that's typically a euphemism for incels, by incels) Even if it were true, it wouldn't apply to a Guyl and the distaff counterpart is that "All the best guys are gay," anyway.

Don't steal drugs, and Testosterone is definitely a drug, just like synthetic Steroids. Ask your doctor if Hormone Replacement Therapy is right for you, and if they say you're not ready for it, listen. Side effects may include: Habituation/Withdrawl, Aggression, Libido, Vaginismus, Mood Swings, Endochine imbalances, abnormal growth, an increased risk of breast, and gonad cysts, including carcinomas, and of course Gynecomastia (But it's already a little too late for that.)

[Psiberzerker]

It took a while to find it, because San Mateo street came around to cross itself, but I'd been past it every time we went down, or came back up the hill. So, I followed it down the side a ways. Past the ledge where it was nothing but a 2 way, and a guardrail, and then another little neighborhood opened up, but these were nice houses.

Great views, with decks, and balconies hanging off the back, nice cars too if they were in the driveway, or there was one with a glass garage like a carport with windows all the way around. "Swoo!" Long low 2 seater BMW Z4 with a chrome box next to it, and a red letter or number. I didn't want to get any closer to read the rest with the Pittweilers already barking, and jumping halfway up the fence, but I got the idea. Hope (Universal Protective Systems) is doing a good job, but for all I know, that's bulletproof glass.

I went all the way around the circle, then crossed the street, but coming back around, I saw 2 things: It dead-ended at a guardrail, so bingo. This must be "Lover's Lane," but also it was the corner of San Mateo Ave. and San Mateo Circle, which I just went around. Just to make it more confusing, it turned to S. Mateo Str. [Dead End> which is why I didn't go that way in the first place, but at least it was starting to cool off.

I checked the view, which is just about what you'd expect, if you'd seen it from higher up, in my neighborhood, but nothing this nice. I turned around, and put my hand up, but shading my eyes from the sun, all I saw was a big round cliff, over the houses I just walked around. Couldn't tell from here if it was dynamited, or natural, but I'd hate to be the one that lived at the bottom of that. Probably get frisbies, and balls if not worse, from somebody's back yard, but I couldn't even guess from here. Just cinderblock walls at the top, and high ones, so nobody's stupid enough to try and climb over.

Overlooking Daily City, but I guess it looks better at night, or in early morning when the fog covers the street lights so they're just a glow.

You can't quite see the ocean, but it's not that far to drive.

"Shawn? Dude, I thought that was you. What're you doing out there?"

"Oh," I ran up, "I thought I'd hang out until sunset," ;) "See who shows up. Who's this?"

"Oh," she stepped around him, in a hoody, but I could see the spiky bangs stick up over her forehead, when it slipped back.. "I'm Pete. Shawn, right?"

"Yeah," Well I'm not going to tell Brody he owes me a blowjob with someone else there, but. "Quite a grip you got there, Pete?"

"Oh, sorry." He let go, and wiped his hand off on the pocket. "Yeah, he was just showing me how to work out." Hooked his thumb up at Brody

"You want to come in, and hang out?"

"Yeah," I thought he'd never ask. "So, Pete. You're one of the new. Students we have here, this year."

"Yeah, I'm a freshman, but we moved down here so I could see a doctor. My gynecologist had to recommend a specialist, you know those commercials?" I shook my head, "Where they say ask your doctor?" I nodded, "Well, I had a lot of questions, so I guess you have some to ask me too."

"Oh, no. We had a Male-to-Female trans-sexual in first period, so we got the whole Q&A out of the way, on orientation."

"Oh," he made a face, it looked kinda sad. "Was it Gus?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

"Not a whole lot of options, the only transgirl in 9th grade?"

"You're lucky. I had to go through the whole thing on the way back, but did you hear about." Brody stopped, "Hold up," went down the hall, and peeked in a door. "We're just going to hang out in the den. Cool?" He shut the door.

"We moved the Tea-Room." Pete stepped back with a big grin.

"Oh, you know about that?"

I think he's trying not to giggle when he laughs. "Yeah, I saw you two this morning, but you really need to learn how to act. A lot less sketchy, it's a boy's room, so when a boy likes you goes in there, and looks around to see if anyone's watching." He pointed up, "1, try not to look like your'e just going in there to buy some drugs, or." He lowered his voice, 'suck a dick, and 2.' He straightened back up, "Check the top floor, and not just the parking lot over by the tennis courts, okay?"

"Sorry about that," Brody came back. "So, I guess I owe you a blow job, huh?"

"Well, I didn't want to say anything, but where were you?"

"Sorry, something came up." He put his arm around Pete. "You want to watch?"

"Yeah? Of course I want to watch, but you mind if I beat off, too?"

"Uh, how do you, even."

"Come on," he showed us his hot-tub, and sauna, but it wasn't too hot in there with the sauna off.

"Well, since I don't have one to beat off, I need a boy to bring one."

Boyd dropped his shorts, and pulled his shirt off. "Well, you gonna just stand there, or get naked?"

"Oh, I don't have to take my clothes off, do I?"

"Of course not, Pete." He dropped the sweatshirt anyway, but I already had my pants down, and Boyd was already so hard, the top of his swim-suit pointed up his rock hard abs.

"How do you get abs like that?" He laughed, but Pete climbed on, so I got up on the bench, and pulled my pants down. Then Boyd held my dick over, and turned his head so he could put it in his mouth. It looked like Pete sat on his balls, and held his dick up to stroke it.

"Smuip, Pete? You better take my cup out, if you're going to do it like that."

"Oh, sorry." He pulled his shirt up, and fished his hand around in his pants, but then I saw the stains all over them.

"Are those cum-stains?" The nut protector rattled around on the bench by his knee.

"Hihneahuh, yeah. I got to play around in the tearoom before his dad picked us up."

"Huh," I patted his head, and turned him away. Bumped his nose back and forth. "Go ahead, and suck it." I let go when he started nodding his head.

"So, you're gay too?"

"Bi, I guess. But I haven't been with a girl yet. I bet I'll never find one that can suck my dick as good as Boyd here. Yeah, just keep on sucking. Huh, that's a good little cock sucker."

"Ngh, snh, phf!"

"Oh, hihneahahuh!" He shot his wad all over his abs, flexing, and tensing while he tried to gasp, and sniff around my cock head in his throat, but I wasn't letting him get off so easy. I had to hold his head again. "Agluguk guk guk guk guk!"

"Hm." Pete just put his elbows up on Boyd's chest, and held his chin. Watching me face fuck him.

"Yeah, you selfish prick."

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Brody (mtm Troi Bottom)

All right, I deserved that. Even though I never even wanted to be topped before, you know what everyone's afraid of, right?

All right, so I liked it too, but I'm used to jerking off at least 3 times a day. I never got off 3 times, with 2 different people, and then both of them at once the third time?

I barely had to do anything, but "Suck it, yeah. I bet I'll never find a girl that can suck a dick like Brody here. Yeah, good little cock sucker."

Not bad for my first time, beginner's luck? I sure had enough blow jobs to have a good idea how to give head, but he didn't have to choke me on it so hard, did he?

"You don't have to choke me on it," he said.

"Sorry," I told him, "I didn't know you didn't like deep throating."

"Aglhuhgugk." He pulled out, all most, but then he gripped my hair hard, and jabbed it in slower. "Guk guk guk guk!"

How do you know you don't like it, unless you try it?

"Selfish prick."

"Huh!" I heard Pete sigh through one ear, and then his hard little elbows stopped digging in my chest. He started playing with the mess on my rippling abs, but I sucked in air in between thrusts. "Snh, guk, snh, guk!" Got used to his rythm, and this isn't just not bad, it's awesome!?

"I don't think he likes it."

"KHAGH! Huh, yeah I do. I love it, I love your big hard cock in my throat, but let me suck your balls." I pulled his knee, so he stepped over me, and dangled them right over my face. "Oomphubp!" It popped out, and rolled down my chin, so I turned, and licked the other one up, to kiss it but it rolled out of the way. So, I remembered him windshield wiping my nose back, and forth, and now it was dripping drool, and smeared it all over my cheeks.

"Are you going to cum on his body, too? Brody's hot body." He didn't even giggle, then change it into a chuckle, it came out like "Hahuh! You've got a cute butt, Shawn."

Pete got up, and before I knew it, Shawn let go of his bouncing cock, and let her skinny little fingers grip it. Knuckles bumped my nose, and then I felt his balls pull tight on my mouth, but I was just kissing it, and I think I got a hair stuck between my teeth, but I stuck my tongue out, and blinked when the first shot hit the wood board over my head, then closed my eyes when more hit my hair, and forehead. So, I tried to lick his ball sack like a pussy, it's just a really hairy pussy, but I could feel it bulge up the middle of my tongue, then another short hit my eye, so I was glad I shut them but. "Snh!" I can smell it, his sweaty balls, and his fresh sperm, even as some more bulged up my tongue, and dribbled out to run down my cheek, and neck

"Uh, huh, fuck!" His legs shook, and he said. "Let me go." She stopped rubbing his tummy, so his shirt fell down, but then i could really suck in some air, and catch my breath, but fresh off my first facial, with the salt I'd sucked off his balls and a pubic hair still stuck in my teeth, there was just one more thing to find out I liked.

So, I wiped off my eye first, and tasted it. "Mh!" Sure enough, it's tastey! Between the 2 of us, there was a lot of it, too bad Pete wiped most of mine off on his pants, and the front of his shirt on my body.

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Joaquin (mm NS)

"Yo, Jo. You from Oakland, right?" Some dude ran up.

"Yeah." Alameda, "Sup, cuz?" How I learned the language.

"Well, you know that new kid, the freshman at school, right? With the Pee Wee Herman." He stuck his fingers up, "Like this?"

"Yeah, kinda. I mean yeh, they in my class."

"Is'atta boy, or girl?"

"Well, I'm not s'posed to say, but. A little bit of both, why?"

"Sucks a mean dick."

"You know that's right!" I fronted. Slap, grip, slide, and bump, cause I didn't know that. "You know what I'm saying?"

"You wouldn't happen to know where I can get some trees, wouldja?"

"I might, but I don't got none on me. I know somebody, though. My aunt, she's on the Medicinal, but it's kinda risky. If'n I'm gonna get you some, it'll cost you."

"How much?"

"Fity."

"For how much?"

"An 8th."

"Shit."

"Yeahbut, you'll like it. This ain't some compacted street Mex full of seeds, and lumber. It's kind, Medicinal kind, you can't get it wit'out a Medicinal card."

"Well, I ain't got fity on me."

"Well I ain't got it on me neither, but let me hit you back tomorrow. Can you get it?"

"Northern Lights?"

"Probly White Widow, but maybe. Idaknow, I gots to go see what she gots. You won't regret it."

"I better not. You feel me?"

"Yeah, catch you later."

Good thing he caught me a couple blocks back from my aunt, and uncles, so I gotta go back. Maybe I can get some of that Androgel for me this time, but I better not. He's already used to using it up too fast, but if we both hit it, and I hit it again for Page, he's gonna know something's up, and then think about who's been in his bathroom, besides his girlfriend.

The last thing I want is to get busted again, but it ain't like pills. It's liquid, like roll on. No telling how hard he's hitting it, neither.

That dude, acting all hard. One of them Daly City niggas, you know what I'm saying?

"Siri, play me Murs, Hustle."

"I'm sorry, I can't find Mars, Hustle."

"H-U-S-T-L-E. Hustle."

"It sounds like you're asking about H. U. S. T. L. E. Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Yeah."

"Hustle is an American crime comedy..."

"Never mind." I already brought up Pandora. So, I got out my Beats out, and put them on, hit Play on the way back...

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Author Note

I'm not going through every single statement, on the sliding scale of fronting-to-Cultural Appropriation, but a white boy muttering the N-bomb under his breath, after the black guy just ran off is a pretty blatant dis. Misrepresenting Alameda as Oakland (Yeah, it's the same County, but a completely different State of mind) is straight up bull shit.

Saying "They" when you barely sat through the FAQs, just in the hopes of getting in "Her" pants is outright sociopathic. You feel me?