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“I’m a Guy, you Jerk!”
by Zachery Wilde
OK, I got sisters older than me. And this year for Halloween they convinced me to go as a girl. We weren’t trick-or-treating anymore, since I’d turned 13, but hanging out downtown to see what’s what.
They had a blast making up my face, saying how pretty and sexy I was, which must have been bullshit, because I’m a trim, toned hockey and lacrosse player with a face that shows. But then again, maybe just being young lets me pass for a cute chick of some sort.
But before they put me in their clothes, they insisted I shave my legs and underarms because they made me slip on pantyhose and frilly panties – then a really short, sleeveless dress cinched at the waist – and last of all, a wig.
The way the pantyhose pressed and rubbed my junk felt, I don’t know, kinda weird and arousing at the same time, and when I looked at myself in Mom’s full-length mirror, I started to get hard. I guess I did kinda look hot after all.
I suppose that’s why the vibe was weird while we were out in public. I kept getting catcalls and “Hey, babe!” shouted from here and there; and lewd whistles, from everywhere. But after we got into crowded conditions, those vocal things turned into ass-smacks, gropes and pinches. Is this what girls have to go through every time they leave the house, gosh! It got annoying, especially as I never wanted any attention from other boys, let alone old men – like 20 or older! No, not me.
It was kinda a relief to get into the designated teens-only section the town had put up. Here we could get juice and dance to the music being pumped out over loudspeakers.
But, as the evening rolled on, this one guy – who I later found out was 19! – kept coming close to me when dancing. He had on a black plastic mask that just covered the eyes and no costume, unless well-worn, faded jeans and a midriff tee count as a costume.
The dude had dark wavy hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and a spare but strong build. At about five-eight, or 7 inches taller than me, his moves were slick, and I saw quite a few girls – including my sisters – ‘notice’ him.
But as I say, he kept trying to dance with me, coming close, grinning like we knew each other, moving his pelvis all seductively . . . I guess he was trying to make me look at his bulge, which I’ll admit, was pretty beefy. But was the dude getting a partial hard-on over what he saw? If so, he was working himself up to a big disappointment.
Finally, he spoke. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Don’t I know you? You go to Calvin High?”
“Not quite, dude.” I tried to sound pissed.
All he did was show me his pearlies. “Not quite? What does that mean.”
I stopped dancing. “It means I’m still in junior high school, you jerk.”
“Oh.” He like loomed over me or something. “I don’t mind.” Then his hand went to his jeans and caressed himself. “You and me can still have fun, baby.”
The ‘baby’ was so oily; his features looking so turned-on, it grossed me out, but those damn pantyhose – they were starting to get me hard again.
I turned around to talk to my sisters and their friends . . . but, I didn’t see em.
I started going through the crowd, but I still couldn’t locate them anywhere.
Since I was close to the exit by this point, I thought I’d head home.
So I was walking downtown, enjoying the warm October night with not a care in the world, when he showed up again.
The faded jeans guy came up behind me, saying, “Wait up, baby. What’s your hurry?”
I looked at him, as if to say leave me alone, but kept on walking.
“I’m Nicco, by the way.”
I didn’t say anything, but I thought about crossing the street mid-block.
He – Nicco, that is – said real fake-hurting, “Oh, I get it. A stuck-up little junior high school girl. I’ve met your type before, baby, but they’ve all submitted to my charms.”
We walked on a few steps, with him getting in front of me.
“Wanna know why?” he asked, walking backwards, lips grinning.
“No, why?” I stopped and snarked.
He stroked his zipper like he was gonna take it down. “Cuz I got the goods and can deliver.”
My eyes must have gotten real big, cuz he licks his lips and twists my arm around my back.
Real fast, he forces me into the alley behind the drugstore, all the way to the end, where he slams me against the wall.
Using one forearm to press me into the bricks by the shoulders, his sneakers knock hard on the inside of my left ankle, making my legs spread.
Then his other hand is sliding up my skirt before turning and heading down between my skin and pantyhose.
He extends his middle finger and jams it up my ass.
I try to struggle away from him, but the finger in me yanks up, real hard, doing something weird to my resolve.
Struggling wasn’t helping, so I went all docile.
He stuck his finger as far as it would go in me, and then kept pulling it up . . . I had to go on tiptoes.
As Nicco let up and started finger-fucking me, his lips kissed the side of my neck. “Yeah, babe’s a little stuck up, huh? Well, I got the cure. A nice long meat stick to beat you down with, yeah?”
He pulled up again, the bastard, making me moan and get an erection against my will.
He withdrew from my tenderized hole and pulled down my panties and pantyhose.
Then I heard his zipper open.
“Please,” I begged, “Nicco, don’t do this.”
“Aww, baby. Let me give your pussy what it wants.”
Distracted, I was finally able to turn around. “It doesn’t want anything from you, Nicco, because I’m a guy, you jerk!”
He blinked, like I had stunned him, his smooth, rock-hard meat stick out of his jeans and all. It was bigger than mine – long, and his nuts were rumbling outside the zipper too.
Nicco grabbed my chin; not hard. It was almost like he was gonna spit on me, or kiss me or something. “A guy? You mean you’re a boy pretending to be a cock-slut. Or worse – a little fucking sissy? That what you are!”
I said, “It’s Halloween, dude. My sisters thought it would be fun—”
“Shut up. You’re a guy?”
I nodded, and then, rough as anybody could, he reached under my skirt in front and grabbed onto my dick and balls.
I yelped, and he obviously knew I was a guy in a dress, and one with a hard-on. I couldn’t help it. The way he touched me . . . fuck, it did something to me.
He let go of my junk, and just when I thought it was over, he spins me around and pins me against the bricks once more. Again, he kicks my legs far apart.
He comes in behind me, kissing my ear. He coos seductively, “I got ya, babe. Sissies have needs too. So, we’ll do it anyway.”
Something in me let go, figuring it would be best. I heard him drool some spit on his sharp shaft, and then felt him press it against my hole.
Last minute, I tried to reason with the jerk one final time. “But, Nicco, you’re making a mistake. I swear I ain’t no sissy; I play hockey and—”
“Shush, babe. Let me work my charm on you, on your ass. I can tell what it wants.” And then he whispers in my ear while his heat makes me shiver, “Nicco always knows, baby. Always.”
I thought he’d like rape me; go in real rough, but he didn’t.
Nicco put just enough pressure to get his head through my outer defenses, then paused.
I relaxed, somewhat. He felt it and slid a little more in, gliding through my inner ring of muscle and making me gasp.
The sensation was incredible, and every nerve and hair follicle of my body awakened.
My wrists sweat, and fuck if I didn’t do it, but I thrust my ass back to get more of his 19-year-old cock inside of me.
As he slowly sank all the way in, his voice was breathless in my ear. “See? It’s good, right, baby?”
Damn it! I moaned again, not able to control it, and he started fucking me real slow. It was like my whole body sort of melted, and before I knew it, his arm wasn’t holding me against the wall.
Both of his strong hands were around my waist, guiding me back onto his dick each time he thrust it up into me.
I slid over a bit so I could bend over and make it easier for him to go balls to the walls!
Gosh! The way he was fucking me . . . I couldn’t stop myself from moanin-n-groanin. I never imagined I’d be so submissive to some worn-jeans guy with a nice upcurve-thrust rearranging my innards for me. I didn’t want him to think I was liking this, but if the guy’s finger had not got me hard and aching for release – even before his shaft had a chance – I don’t think I’d be so close to creaming all over his cock right now.
But I was pissed! This asshole was basically raping me, never mind the fact I was enjoying it – the jerk was raw-dogging me, like a girl or something! . . . And yet, what did I do to protest? I was silent, except for pained, lust-whimpers . . . What did I do to keep that teen shaft from tickling my insides like a cum pistol about to unload . . . Nothing, except savor the moment I knew was ‘cumming’ – knowing my hole was gonna make him shoot buckets.
I started jacking myself, finding the right rhythm to work with his downstroke. I let all other thoughts go.
A rape; consensual sex; a man and woman; a guy with a boy; two dicks hard with two pairs of balls inching toward release—
The only thing different between us was my passage. One young teen’s virgin boy-cunt being turned into a 19-year-old’s wet, sexual waterslide.
What else? Who cared! This was amazing and about to make me cum.
“Nicco!” I gasped.
“I know, baby. Me too – let’s . . . let’s do . . . do it together. Oh, fuck . . . ”
I’d started cumming, really surprised to be able to feel Nicco’s dick getting spasmed on by my hole, which was twitching wildly. I shot cum all over the alley, and Nicco, he shot cum all up in my guts.
And he took his time doing it, because when I tried to stand, he used his hand on the back of my head to hold me down.
“Just wait, baby. I’m still breeding you. Let me spend my nut; I promise, it’s good to the last drop.”
Finally, he started to pull out. Nicco did it just as thoughtfully as he’d put it in.
This felt amazing too, and I could experience how his slick semen glided along back through my passage with his cock.
Once he was out, he let go and turned around, and I caught a glimpse of his cute ass before he pulled up his Levi’s.
Meanwhile I was curious, so popped a finger back in me. I pulled it away covered in white splooge, and smelled it.
Amazingly, it smelled clean. Like Sunday at the beach or something. It smelled different than the cum I shot at home jerking off. I guess there were more teenage hormones in Nicco’s cream, and who knew it could smell so sexy?
“Here,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Since he was now dressed, right down to this lame facemask, he turned and walked back out of the alley for the sidewalk, one arm going up as if to say “Later.”
I unfolded the scrap. On it was written:
Nicco Andretti
2238 Northlake Ave.
821 – 555 – 1582
(I live with my parents, baby)
XXXOOO
Call Me!
♡ ♡ ♡
Stunned, I stood there a minute.
In the meantime, my ass . . . Well, my ass – it ‘glowed.’ Honestly, it tingled like it was happy, and more than that, like it was mega horny. As if primed for another smooth cock to take it all the way home, and do it right now.
I pulled up my panties, disgusted! How dare he—
Wait. My sister’s slutty underwear was wet in front too.
I reached inside.
Nicco had caused me to cum, hands-free, probably more than once; I don’t know. There was a lot of my 13-year-old spunk in there, all over the front panel and waistband.
How was I gonna explain that!? I guess I’d have to wash them as soon as I get home.
As I stand at the sink, I think how humiliating it’d be for my sisters to learn I’d gotten more Halloween cock than them. But I’ll save them the embarrassment of finding out; yet, as I scrub the cum out of their panties with Woolite, I sure was pissed!
Never mind my erection . . . .
o o o o o
And a couple days later, that’s how I still am. Um . . . pissed, in case you couldn’t guess!
The nerve of that guy. And when I called him up to make an appointment to visit his home, I didn’t let him know I was planning to tell him off – in person. The idea of raping me like that!
Walking over, I considered how easy it’d be to get the jerk in trouble for what he did . . . although, I guess, I’d rather nobody knew Nicco had punked me out, and converted me into his sperm receptacle, dressed as a girl or not. Yeah, I’d rather the whole town didn’t know that part.
So, instead, I was going to beat his ass for it – if I could – and tell him off for sure!
When I rang at his door, he came right away, wearing only an open short-sleeve shirt and pair of cut-off jeans.
I had to give it to the guy, he looked good; even better in the light, which is not how I saw him last.
The open shirt let me see how a faint shading of dark hair highlighting his teen muscles and bod. There was a nice amount on his smooth chest, but a much sexier line of it ran from his navel to below his Levi’s. His legs sported the same color hair as the rest of him, only down there, it had a tight, wispy curl to it.
True to form, the jerk grabbed me right away. He started Frenching me! Right there in the doorway, in front of God and everybody! And, and, although I whimpered and didn’t resist, it was just because I’d never been kissed before – never mind sticking my tongue in another guy’s mouth. Let alone, taking another dude’s in mine.
Winding his strong arms around me, he pulled me inside – still lip-locked - and used his bare foot to close the door behind us. When I tried to push him away, my fingers brushed his chest and grazed his erect nipples.
Now he moaned straight down my throat, and I started to tub up.
“Wait,” I managed to eek out. When his face pulled back an inch or two, I told him, “You’re a real piece of work, you know that!”
He grinned, like I’d paid him a compliment.
Nicco put a finger to my lips. “Quiet, babe. Not here.”
He took my hand. “Come on.” The 19-year-old held it as he slunk through the living room and then in a hallway with a door. It led down to the basement.
Before we descended the stairs, Nicco locked the door from the inside. Then he bounded down, two steps at a time, and I followed.
The whole lower level was “his room.” His massive double bed stuck out from the center of one long wall and had posters above it, like the guys smiling from Dukes of Hazzard, a shirtless Erik Estrada from CHiPs, and even that famous one of the TV doctor standing ams-crossed, wearing only a slinky pair of speedos with Zorro’s “Z” across the bulge.[i]
“Listen,” I told him. “I only came over here to tell you what a jerk you—”
He whipped off his shirt, distracting my thoughts. Then he sat nearly naked on his bed, lighting a cigarette.
“Come here,” he said, exhaling a cloud first; Nicco patted the mattress next to him.
I sat.
“Open your mouth and inhale when I nod, ok?”
“Um—”
He took a big drag, his blues sparkling and brows flaring at me.
I opened my mouth. He nodded and came in to kiss me. So I inhaled smoke from his mouth. I had to let it out through my nose because he’d gone in deep and was now Frenching me again.
This time he did not stop for quite some time and his fingers played with my cock through my sprinter shorts.
When he did let up, his lower lip was glossy, and his eyes took on that amused stare at me once more.
Honestly, all I wanted . . . well, was another ‘hit’ like that.
So, as he lifted his cigarette to pull some fresh smoke into him, I changed positions, straddling his thighs and sitting in his lap, facing him.
This time we didn’t kiss. Nicco let the space between our lips draw to almost nothing, and I inhaled his breath as soon as it left his lungs. Now I could feel how erect the guy was under me as his hands went back to my butt. He took hold and started rocking me – rubbing my clothed crack along the hard pole running straight up in his jeans.
I had the funny notion I’d see his cockhead sticking out the top of his waistband if I glanced down.
“Babe,” he said, “I’m so glad you want more of Nicco’s lovin. What we shared was hot. Super fucking hot.”
“Well—”
“Baby, you made me cum like a son-of-a-bitch! You were there, remember? I said don’t move because I just kept pumping”—his finger slid down the back of my shorts, following the line of my ass crack—“and pumping, and—”
He slipped his finger in my hole.
“Gosh . . . ” I moaned into his chest hair, ass up so he could go deeper. “The way you do that!”
“Like this?” he teased, and yanked up, wriggling his digit half buried in me.
“Yes. Ohhh, Nicco.”
“That’s it, baby, say my name. Beg for it.”
He jerked up real hard on my 13-year-old, almost-virgin, ass.
“Nicco! God—”
“He can’t help you now, baby. You’re all mine.”
He might have said more besides, but I didn’t catch it because I’d gone back to Frenching him. Needless to say, he continued to finger me, moving on to blatant finger-fucking my twitching, greedy hole.
As our tongues played in and out of our mouths and the open air, and as he worked a second finger in, my thoughts shifted to explaining away the situation. I thought, since he’d taken my virginity by force, I supposed the hole under his powerful command was somehow, by rights, his to use from now on. Since he’d ‘taken’ it, it actually belonged to him from that moment onwards. And therefore, he owned the rest of me too, since he had my hole, had put his dick in it – until his cock spit out a shit-ton of his swimmers in me.
It was the sweet-smelling jizz I was kind of . . . longing for again. He said I was ‘all his,’ and suddenly . . . I guess . . . I agreed.
Therefore, I slipped down his body to the floor, kneeling between his legs. His long, powerful dick was sticking out the top of his waistband. The underside of his throbbing head was gleaming-slick with precum.
It made my mouth water.
I leaned in close, the bare skin of my arms on his hot thighs, and kissed it.
It reared up real hard and a pearl of the clear liquid ooze out of his pee slit. I lapped it up. It also tasted sweet.
Then Nicco undid his Levi’s, pulling his fly open and letting his teenage glory show.
“Go on, baby. Make love to it.”
He angled it down towards my lips with one set of fingers while his other hand guided me forward from the back of my head.
I licked my lips and opened up. Soon the head was sliding across my tongue, and I sucked it up and down, trying to do it like Nicco’s stroke when he was fucking me.
Naturally, I was hopelessly hard now, and Nicco knew it. He used the back of his naked foot to stroke me under the balls, making me moan like a bitch all over his beautiful cock.
I picked up and held his heavy baby-makers, tugging on his nuts gently when his foot found a particularly good place to tease me.
“Shit, babe! I knew you were special. Stuck-up little cunts usually are.”
His slur and subsequent laugh hadn’t insulted me; far from it, it turned me on somehow, profoundly, and it came out as more lustful slobbers on his bucking dick now choking my airway. I was trying to swallow it and “make love to it” fully.
Gosh! What was happening to me!
Suddenly Nicco’s chuckle died in an overly earnest tone. “Baby – you gotta stop. I’m so fucking close—”
I just doubled down. Since I’d started this, I might as well finish it.
The guy put both hands on the back of my head now, and held me in place on his cock while he stood up.
He let me go on sucking and spread his legs wide, his shorts down atop one foot.
“Fuck, bitch! You’re gonna—”
He started aggressively throat-fucking me!
“—Get my cuuummm!”
I felt the first sharp shot of something salty, and then, a moment later – regular jets of thick liquid flooded my mouth. I swallowed just as fast as I could, otherwise I would have choked! And the flavor – a flavor to match the smell of his cum in my ass in the alley – was getting me high or something. I felt light-headed, on some kind of rush.
This rush erupted through my jizz-drunk belly into my core being. It ripped out of me again as a mind-numbing orgasm; I creamed my pants, cumming, hands-free, and soiling my jockey briefs and soccer shorts.
After he was spent, his body rocked once or twice like he was about to tumble over me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he stood me up and undressed me, dumping my dripping clothes with his in a pile.
Both naked now, he held my hand and pulled me into bed with him.
We lay arm in arm watching one another. I have to say, this “old man” was better looking than I first gave him credit for. He had sexy but ‘nice’ lips, lips that parted when his intelligent eyes saw something they liked.
That’s what I saw now as he was gazing at me; gazing while we drifted off to sleep.
o o o o o
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[i] Nicco’s very Gay wall posters:
The Dukes of Hazzard:
https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/vintage-1980-dukes-hazard-poster-4690070613
https://www.flickr.com/photos/j-dolls/54303343257/in/photostream/
https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/TNMAAOSw~QdgRVPd/s-l500.jpg
Erik Estrada from CHiPs:
https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/vintage-1978-erik-estrada-ponch-chips-4752966943
TV doctor and mega-stud, Gregory Harrison (his Zorro poster was almost as big a seller as Farrah Fawcett’s more famous wall art):
https://greginhollywood.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/gregory_harrison.jpg
https://greginhollywood.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/6922966542_e5356dc27c-207x300.jpg
https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/L1UAAOSwKudlcpXz/s-l1600.webp
