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Subject: A Girl's Debut 1/?? (boyhood,M/m,TV) 
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o
o        Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ?
o        Why that is easy, young Grasshopper.  It is...
o
o                 ...  M  e  r  c  u  r  y  ...
o
o        For listen to the Wind.  Does it not whisper in your ear, 
o        "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!"  And listen to the babbling brook.
o        Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!"
o        You see, Grasshopper.  All of Nature is in harmony with
o        Mercury, for he is one with the Universe!
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o    
o       Anon.  (Trans. Andrew Sinclair)
o    
o    The dust of Libya counted grain by grain,
o    The oceans drained; these tasks are small,
o    when love of boys can still command
o    Men's souls, and Gods'.  Look at me, all -
o    My sweat is water on the sand.
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o      Notes :
o
o   1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o   2.  If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o

Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 16:14:56 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury

Hi, Merc!  Here's the first story, starting from the beginning.  Please let
me know if you post them and if possible the area (URL) or whatever it's
called.  All the stories will have an alpha character starting with "A" at
the right hand corner to denote the sequence of events.  I really hope you
enjoy them.  The stories over 48K will be split in half with a part 1 and 2,
okay?

Please write back and talk to me.  You know ask questions or whatever.

Later, Boof.



A Girl's Debut (Part 1)
(Story A)

	Well, where do I begin?  Maybe I should begin when it all started and sort
of try to piece it together the best way I can remember.  I am of Hispanic
descent.  Consequently, due to my father's fervent enthusiasm to pursue and
maintain his macho image pitted against my mother's obstinate demeanor to
fight for her dignity and her family's, at eleven years old, I again became
part of a broken family.  As was the usual drill, my father packed up and
moved out, leaving my mother behind with us to try and keep our heads above
water.  In an effort to make things easy for all us and since I was the only
male offspring (with three older sisters), I was sent for the summer to live
with an aunt (my mother's sister) and uncle in Oceanside, California.  My
sisters remained with my mother and our maternal grandmother.  
	My aunt was a demure wisp of a woman who unlike my mother was inclined to
look the other way when my uncle wandered.  She was a nurse by trade and
quite content to attend to the needs of others.  From Wednesday night to
Sunday night, my aunt worked at a hospital from about three in the afternoon
to twelve mid-night.  What she did during the day is beyond me.  I saw her
only for about five minutes before she went to work.  After that, who knows?
 	On the other hand, my uncle was a United States Marine Corps drill
instructor stationed at Camp Pendleton who had a booming authoritative voice
and told excellent war stories.  He worked a semi-normal shift during the
day going to work for additional time only when a telephone call required
his presence.  I remember that all the children in the family feared him for
no particular reason other than for his robust voice.  What I feared most
was his constant tirade of teasing any of the children whenever he could.  I
wasn't the only object of his denunciations since the family was large and
there were many kids.  For reasons unknown to me, this particular aunt and
uncle had no kids of their own.
	I arrived in California for what was to be a three month summer visit since
my mother was sure that either things would get better or she was going to
get us back as a family if she had to work two or three jobs to do it.  As
expected, my aunt was the only one there to greet me with my uncle
supposedly at work.  She asked all kinds of questions about the family and
tried as hard as she could to extract some sort of scandal from me.  But as
a  kid, I wasn't privy to any of my parents' problems so I could not very
well provide any juicy gossip.  Eventually, she gave up and provided the
rules and regulations that were part of her (?) household.  Actually, if I
remember correctly, they resembled a military type regimen including
chore/task start and end times in military time (i.e. - 0600), so I'm pretty
sure my uncle was the author.  The rules weren't strict and I suppose this
was due to their inexperience with children since they centered mostly on
rise time, go to bed time, eat time, play time.  One would not have to be a
mental giant to follow these rules.
	On my very first day, I rose early with anticipation to see/meet my uncle.
Though I sometimes feared his voice, I think I was actually impressed with
the prestige of his uniform and what it stood for.  I ran into the bathroom
and having bathed the night before, I only had to wash my face and brush my
teeth.  I was rigorously brushing my teeth when I looked up into the mirror
and saw my uncle's reflection.  On his face was a wide shit-eating grin.
	Instinctively, I said, "Hi!", in a voice as cheerful as I could spit out.
With the thoughts in the back of my mind centering on his funny sneer and
what it meant.
	His response was a booming and laughing,  "Who or what in the hell are you
all decked out to be, son?"
	I noticed that he was laughing while looking at my attire.  I looked down
and noticed nothing funny.  As far as I was concerned, I was properly
clothed.  I mean everything that was supposed to be covered up, was covered
and nothing was hanging out, so what was so funny.
	During my earlier years, my mother and father went through many "trial"
separations.  Most of these trials were instigated by my father in an
attempt to really fuck around.  It was during those times that my mother had
to desperately try to make ends meet.  Being the only boy, I suspect she
tried to save money by making me "share" my sisters' underwear.  I really
didn't care since I didn't know the difference.  She never explained that
they were girls' panties and/or camisoles and since no one else ever saw me
with my outer clothes off or said anything, I never questioned her actions.
Accordingly, I presume my uncle's response was appropriate. 
	There I stood wearing girls' panties with a lace trimmed camisole as an
undershirt.  Hell, they served the purpose.  How was I to know there was a
difference (boy's briefs versus girl's panties).  Anyway, he walked off
smirking with no actual comment.
	Breakfast, however, was a different affair. With my aunt, heaven knows
where, my uncle would point and laugh heartily at my top and ask me if my
little panties kept my pussy warm.  Pussy???  What is he talking about, I
wondered?  I had led a very sheltered life.  My mother's  older sister was a
nun that taught school at a nearby Catholic church and of course, I,
including my sisters, had to attend that school.  The real lessons of life
other fortunate street-wise kids my age were learning at public schools were
never part of my early upbringing.  My mother sometimes treated me like she
treated my sisters, like a "GIRL" with my father never having any input.
	My uncle would reach over and act as if he was going to tickle me but he
would instead pull the panties' elastic waist band, let it pop and burst out
laughing or he would pinch my nipples and say, "Where's your bra? Marica".
(Marica is short for Maricon or queer).  He continued ranting all through
breakfast and though still hungry, I actually got up said I was finished to
avoid prolonging this ugly scene.  From then on he would only smirk and
sneer, sometimes reaching and pinching my nipples or goosing me, asking me
if I liked it.  I would shudder thinking how disgusting he was.
	With this one exception, things were going quite well for me.  I had never
in my life gotten an allowance, but now my aunt provided me with a generous
one and I kept myself pretty busy.  During the week, it was the pool,
movies, rec hall, bike riding or whatever caught my fancy.  During the
week-ends, it was Saturday cartoons on TV and early morning Sunday church
with my aunt.  The rest of my Sundays, I worked on writing letters to my
sisters and my mom - I sure did miss them.  I never really talked or
socialized with my uncle since he was usually out with friends or passed out
on a couch real early in the afternoon.
	On one Sunday afternoon, about three weeks after arriving, I was feeling
very depressed and homesick after writing some letters to my family and I
really hated being alone.  I decided to try to talk to my uncle and I walked
downstairs and opened the door leading from the kitchen to his garage.  
	On Sunday afternoons, he would "Pump Iron".  A pastime he really enjoyed
and proved it by continuously gloating about his muscles.  He'd suddenly
turn to you and say, "Feel this".  Flexing his forearm and waiting for your
admiration.  His muscles weren't huge by any stretch of the imagination but
they were really hard and very taut.  
	Anyway, I flung open the door and at first glance I couldn't figure out
what I was seeing.  Right in front of me was a young 22 or 24 year old man
who I had never seen before, kneeling in front of my uncle.  He actually had
my uncle's cock in his mouth.  His head was furiously bobbing up and down
with saliva dripping from his chin. I stood there staring.  I was young,
naive and completely inexperienced in the ways of the world and sex, any
kind - homosexual or straight, was something I knew nothing about.
Fascinated with the sight before me, my gaze was transfixed on the pair.  I
was oblivious of their consciousness when all of a sudden my uncle turned
his face and saw me.  He shouted in a booming voice, "Fuck!!"
	His voice jolted me and fear shot through me making my legs tremble.  He
pushed the young man away, walked over to the door, looked at me with
arrogance on his face, and slammed the door.  I stood there shaking and
wondering how pissed off he was and if I was going to catch hell for barging
in.  Additionally, I remember feeling kind of felt embarrassed for them.  I
really can't explain the sensation but it seemed unnatural and deep inside
me I knew what I had just seen was not normal.  It was weird to have seen my
uncle completely naked with his hard cock standing straight out just before
he closed the door.  I was profoundly enthralled with his image deeply
imprinted in my mind.
	To my surprise, at breakfast the next morning, the usual teasing abruptly
ceased.  In fact, my uncle just about avoided me completely for about three
or four days.  I figured he was either very embarrassed or very pissed off.
At that age, I was not a very good judge of character or facial expressions
and I was not sure what he thought.  Within a couple of days things kind of
changed and I noticed him acting normal again with the exception that the
teasing had stopped.
	The very next Friday night, after I had gone to bed, he walked into my
bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed.  He asked me to get up and I just
sort of propped myself up in bed.
	"NO, GET UP! - GET UP AND GET COMPLETELY OUT OF BED.  NOW!!, he boomed and
I scrambled out of the bed not sure where to go or what to do.
	I kind of stood at arms length from him not sure of what was going on.  He
just sat there and said nothing else.  Finally, he softly said,  "Come here."
	I walked over to him and stood in front of him.  He reached with both arms
and rested his hands on my shoulders, took a deep breathe and in a soft
almost inaudible voice asked,  "Is something wrong?  Do you have a problem
or something?"
	I kind of shrugged and said, "No, why?"
	He just said,  "I was just thinking that maybe you had a problem or
something was bothering you and you needed to talk."
	"Nope, no problem here, everything's going great. I'm having a great time,"
I responded as cheerful as I could.
	He sat there for a long time without saying anything.  He moved his body as
though he wanted to say something but nothing came out.  He sort of shrugged
and took deep sighs.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he said,
"Remember that guy you saw in the garage Sunday?
	"Yeah."  I said, thinking that maybe I should've played stupid and said
that I couldn't remember or something else instead.  I wasn't sure if he was
mad or what.
	"Do you remember exactly what he was doing to me?"  he asked in a cold
deliberate calculated manner. 
	That's when I thought, Oooh, he is pissed!  I'm in trouble.  I didn't
exactly know why I was in trouble but this didn't sound good at all.  I
figured I was going to be send home earlier than anticipated with my having
to explain to my Mom why.  Not only that but, SHIT!, I thought, there goes
my allowance.  I finally said, "I think so."
	He exploded and shouted,  "YOU THINK SO???  SHIT, YOU EITHER KNOW OR YOU
DON'T!!  WHAT IS IT?  DO YOU REMEMBER OR NOT?"  He sort of shook me from the
shoulders in an apparent effort to shake my memory. 
	"YEAH, YEAH, SURE, I REMEMBER",  I suddenly blurted out trembling.  Boy,
did he scared the shit out of me with that fog horn voice.
	He waited for a good while and then in a real toned down, yet firm voice,
he softly said, "Kneel down."  and with his hands, he softly applied
pressure on my shoulders, forcing me to bend my knees and lower myself to a
kneeling position in front of him between his legs.
	At that precise moment, as I knelt in front of him, I noticed his huge cock
protruding straight out from his shorts and the image I saw that Sunday
afternoon flashed in my mind.  My only meter to gauge his dimensions was my
own miserable little weenie and that comparison made his dick look enormous,
ominous, throbbing and mean.
	In a deep raspy voice, he said,  "Open your mouth"  and with one hand
grabbed my head and a handful of hair.  I knelt there unsure of what to do.
Tightening his grasp, he pulled my head towards his crotch and again
repeated his command in a more forceful tone,  "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!  NOW!!"
	As I felt my head guided towards his stiff member, I closed my eyes and
opened my mouth.  I felt his cock-head graze my lips and I opened my mouth
wider to accept it.  To my surprise, he was very gentle and delicately
applied pressure to my head, pushing me further into his crotch, guiding his
cock deeper into my mouth.  He stopped and held this position for what
appeared to be four or five seconds.  Suddenly, after that short period of
time, his cock started to throb in my mouth, flooding it with a warm slimy
thick fluid.  I gagged and panicked trying to pull away but he held me
firmly.  I swallowed some of it and held the rest in my mouth.  He waited
three or four more seconds and finally let me go.  I fell back on my butt
and just sat there on my heels, nauseated, wanting to spit out the slimy gob
of cum still in my mouth.  Snickering, he handed me a towel, and said,
"Spit on this."  I spit into the towel, folded it and wiped my mouth.
Meanwhile, he stood up, smiled and walked to the door saying, "Go to bed.
It's late."
	I crawled into bed and turned only to hear his faded footsteps as he walked
away.  I lay back thinking, Boy!, that was weird and at the same time, I
noticed that the slimy-like flavor of his sperm still coated my mouth.  I
tasted it, licking my lips.  It didn't have a distinctive taste and I wasn't
appalled by the affair either.  So, I shrugged my shoulders, turned over on
my stomach and fell asleep.
	The rest of the week was uneventful.  I pursued my desires doing whatever
it took to have fun.  Actually, I am apt to recall that I considered that
first cock-sucking episode as rather insignificant either because it was or
I was trying to put it out of my mind.  I really do not recall any feelings
of remorse or embarrassment on my part after taking his cock in my mouth.
In fact, my uncle appeared to be more regretful by appearing to avoid me
more often or sometimes completely.  However, remember I was young and not
really able to read or translate body language.  The only good thing to come
out of that episode was that my uncle, for no apparent reason, gave me
another allowance.  What a life!!!
	Around Thursday, he again came into my room, woke me up and stood in front
of me completely naked with his hard-on protruding out from his body.  He
told me to get up and sitting on the side of the bed, I once more took his
cock into my mouth.  This time he was more subdued and gentle.  It appeared
that he had more control and slowly and surely pumped his cock in and out of
my mouth.  In a slow, methodical rhythm, he would push it in almost to the
point of my gagging, then he would withdraw.   Again, as usual, he would cum
in my mouth, withdraw and hand me a towel to spit in.  Whereupon he would
smile and leave the room telling me to go to bed.
	These events started to occur approximately every third day with him
graduating into caressing my body in areas that were making me feel kind of
funny but good.  Due to his expert coaching, I soon learned to actually suck
his cock and graduated into swallowing his cum.
	On one memorable occasion, while I knelt in from of him with his cock in my
mouth, he had spit on his fingers and moistened my ass-hole with it.  He
tried to stick his finger in my ass but it felt funny and I guess, I
squirmed around too much because he eventually stopped.  Of course, for the
next visit, he brought along a jar of Vaseline and finally triumphed.  There
I was, kneeling in front of my uncle with his cock in my mouth while he
sawed his forefinger in and out of my ass-hole.  I vividly remember that it
was quite pleasurable and sort of exciting.  Eventually, our episodes ended
up in our laying in bed together in a sort of a sixty-nine position with me
sucking his cock while he fingered and probed my ass-hole.  By this time, it
was really beginning to feel good and I was actually starting to take
pleasure from it.  I kind of enjoyed his cock in my mouth and the inevitable
gush of hot, milky cum which I swallowed greedily, but most of all, I
thoroughly enjoyed his finger, deeply inserted in my rectum.
	Finally around two or three weeks later, my uncle approached me as I lay in
front of the TV and told me to follow him, leading me into their bathroom.
As I went in, I noticed a large enema bag hanging from the shower rod.  It
was bloated with water and the syringe dangled ominously from it, dripping
small drops of water.  To the poor Hispanic community, colon irrigations or
"enemas" were Godsend and were used repeatedly for any type of ailment from
fever to colds.  I suppose they figured that internal cleansing would wash
out all the bad germs.  Who Knows?  Unfortunately, I had been the recipient
of it's contents many times before and I hated it.  However, my uncle
explained that my aunt as a nurse had directed him to do this to assure that
I remained healthy and clean.  Hey! who am I to argue with an adult,
especially a nurse.  I was instructed to remove all my  clothes and bend
over the tub.  Very experienced with this maneuver, I did as instructed.
With all my clothes off and me bend over the tub, my uncle applied some
Vaseline to my butt-hole, greased the syringe and slowly inserted it in my
rectum.  He released the clasp and I could feel the warm water gush into my
bowels, slowly distending my stomach to unnatural proportions.  He allowed
as much water as I could stand to fill me up.  Then he told me to sit on the
commode and expel it, calling him when I thought I was through.  He did this
approximately three or four times until I was almost on the verge of tears,
complaining that my stomach hurt and I couldn't take anymore.  He told me to
take a bath and call him when I was through.  After I finished my bath, he
instructed me to go to bed.  Bed!!!  It's only seven-thirty, I thought.
It's too early for bed!!  However, I wasn't going to argue with him and went
to bed.
	After I was in bed for about an hour, I drifted off to sleep.  Later that
night, I was gently shaken by my uncle who instructed me to get up.  I
groggily got up and stumbled around the room.  He roughly pulled me over to
the bed and started applying some sort of lotion all over my body, telling
me to rub it on myself.  After the lotion, he started patting powder on me
with a  powder puff from a container I had seen on my aunt's dresser.  He
rubbed the excess off with a towel and handed me some sort of panties of a
type I had never quite seen before.  They were actually some type of real
small bikini-type underwear.  I put them on and then he handed me a short
camisole that was a little bit too big but I put it on.  He got real close
to me and said,  "I want you to meet someone."  It was then that I smelled
the odor of beer on his breathe.  I froze!  Why I froze, I really don't
know, but something didn't quite seem right.  He grabbed my hand and dragged
me into the living-room where two of his friends were sitting drinking beer.
As I walked in they both turned around smiled and greeted me with a hearty,
"HI!!", as though I was some sort of friend they already knew.  I was
embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I meekly said, "Hello".

	Finally one of the men said laughing, "So this is the little cock-sucker,
Huh?", adding a,  "Nice girlie, come to pappa!"
	Up to this point, I had no idea what was really going to transpire and I
just stood there like an idiot not knowing whether to go to him or wait for
instructions from my uncle.  My wait for an answer was short-lived as my
uncle shoved me towards the man.  He grabbed me in his arms and rubbed my
body saying, "MMMMM, this is going to be nice!  Come on show me what you can
do."  He stood up, unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and
then dropped his shorts.  His cock sprung out from his body like a soldier
at attention.  I stood there frozen.  Thinking, what is going on?  I heard
my uncle say as he pushed me down, "Go ahead, Baby, suck his dick!"
	Kneeling in front of him and trembling, I closed my eyes and took his cock
in my mouth and started to gently suck and bob my head on it.  After awhile,
I relaxed and thought, Hmmm?  This isn't too bad.  As I knelt there sucking,
I felt someone's hands caressing my body, tugging at the panties until they
were down around my  thighs.  I also felt the probing of his fingers as he
applied some Vaseline to my  ass-hole.  Finally, the caressing stopped and I
felt a finger slowly slide into my ass-hole.  Whoever it was, was doing a
good job.  The man in front of me pushed me back, stripped completely out of
his clothes and lay down on the floor.  I turned and looked around and
noticed that it was the other man already naked with his finger in my ass
while my uncle sat in a chair, watching as he drank a beer.
	After the man lay down on the floor, I got between his legs on all fours
and sucked on his cock while his friend pumped his finger in and out of my
ass.  I squirmed and pushed back on it when he pulled it out, relishing in
how good it felt.  All of a sudden, I felt his other hand on my  dick and he
started to jack me off.  Pulling and stroking my cock, he would momentarily
caress my ball sack.  My uncle never touched my dick and this was definitely
a knew adventure.  WOW!!!  I soared to heights I had never known before.  I
got so hot and horny that I can't adequately describe those first
sensations.  Since I had never jacked off before, I had never experienced an
orgasm.  This was by far the greatest feeling I had ever experienced in my
relatively short life.
	
(CONTINUED IN "A GIRL'S DEBUT" - PART 2)

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Subject: A Girl's Debut 5/?? (M/m, M/M, TV)
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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 17:26:05 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury

The Barrio Queen					                               (Story C)	

	As I swept the dry rustling leaves around me, a slight autumn wind
scattered them in all directions, making my assigned chore more depressing.
I had been home for almost two months and all I did was day-dream.  This
leaf raking little chore was my punishment for drifting off to memory lane
instead of keeping my eyes on the beans, baking on the stove as my
grandmother had instructed me while she went to early morning mass.  As
usual I had risen early, and as I sat in the kitchen in front of a plate of
hot bacon and eggs, warm soft tortillas and a glass of cold milk, my mind
took a nostalgic trip to California to visit my uncle and his friends.
While my eggs and bacon got cold and my tortillas got hard,  my milk turned
luke-warm as smoke from the charred burning bean pot swirled around my head.
The sharp acrid smell of the burning beans never affected my senses.
However, the sharp stinging blow delivered by a open hand on the back of my
head sure as hell, affected everything else.  I jumped up wide-eyed and
scared as I head the shrill screaming voice of my grandmother's sister, my
beloved great-aunt, Mama Julia.  She waved her ever present apron in the air
and opened the windows to allow the smoke a way out.  
	Yelling wildly she screamed,  "QUE TE PASA, CRIATURA??  POR QUE TODO EL
TIEMPO TE QUEDAS DORMIDO!!  MIRA NOMAS ESTE DESMADRE Y DANIO!!", the
following translation is actually what she really meant while the next one
translates into what I heard.  What she actually meant was: "WHAT IS
HAPPENING TO YOU CHILD?  WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP?  JUST LOOK AT THIS
DISORDER AND DAMAGE!!" What I heard was: "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM,
BOY??? YOU'RE CONSTANTLY FUCKING UP,  LOOK AT ALL THE FUCKING DAMAGE YOU'VE
DONE HERE, YOU SHIT-HEAD!"  Of course, my poor aunt was distraught and had
never and would never raise a hand at me.  I was her pride and joy.  Her
little boy-child that she insisted on spoiling.  Hey! who am I to contradict
adults - right?  If you make somebody happy by allowing them to spoil you,
then I say - by all means, make them happy.  She did, however, have a very
abnormal deadly fear of fire and the slap on my head was just her paranoia
making her act irrational.  No sooner had Mr. Cantu, our ice delivery-man,
removed the burning, smoking pot to a safe location outside the house, when
she held me tight in her arms and smothering to her bosom, she cried huge
tears of joy and relief that I was safe and sound, her ample body racked
with deep heartfelt sobs as she stroked my long tousled hair away from my
face.   I have no idea why but, my long hair was something she admired alot,
taking long periods to brush it and comb it every evening.  The only reason
I always figured that my hair was kept long was because my mother in her
ever losing battle against our poverty didn't want to pay a barber.  My hair
was actually cropped at my shoulders but the top and sides were
approximately ten inches long.      
	This screw-up on my part was the reason I had been out here since
mid-morning raking the leaves.  Now here it was past five o-clock in the
afternoon and I take off again, traveling through the roadways of my mind.
This time junior high school was my main concern.  Having always attended a
catholic school, public school attendance was a completely different story.
I, for one. was completely out of my element and didn't have the foggiest
idea that I was.
	In another month or so, I would be twelve years old.  I was now in the
seventh grade in  a public junior high school.  I actually had a class
called P.E. - Physical Education.  It was wild,  We actually played
basketball, baseball, volleyball, track, etc. and got graded for it.  The
funny part was taking showers with a bunch of stupid silly, goofy kids.
Most of the kids my age or in my grade were still in their childhood periods
with no clue what adolescence was all about or the changes it would bring.
The older ninth graders however, had different frames of mind.  I remember
hearing them talk in the showers as they soaped themselves about seeing
Rosita or Juanita in their gym outfits running or doing calisthenics.  They
marveled at how the girls' titties bounced up and down or commented on how
big they were and how well they had developed over the summer vacation.  I
don't recall or can remember my having or desiring any contact with any of
the boys.  They just seemed so immature, so child-like with their whooping,
hollering and snapping at each other butts with wet towels - what a bunch of
dorks!!  Additionally, I had trouble coping with their constant teasing
about my long hair.  I hated to be teased.  The Beatles were a rage at the
time and many kids had long hair.  I just couldn't see why mine was so
different.  Now, of course, I can understand why.  I can look back and
remember that the style I wore was similar to my sisters'.  We had the same
barber, my mother.  The style of cut was sort of feminine. 
	I did however, think of Juanita. I recalled sitting alone on the gym steps
early one school day and watched her as she walked by, her pony-tail
bouncing in the air.  She did have big boobs.  I couldn't help but notice
how her bust stood out and then narrowed to her slim waist which in turn
spread out to her hips giving her a waspish hourglass figure.  I remember
watching her boobs bounce up and down as she hurriedly walked by a bunch of
screaming kids playing tops.  	Remember the Tops?  They were actually milk
bottle cardboard caps that many kids collected and played with. I don't
remember the rules but apparently the game was fun because it has been
resurrected again but now they are calling them, POGS.  However, they don't
come free with milk bottles.  You have to buy them and they start at about
three to four dollars each - what a rip off!  
	I remembered Juanita because the rustling leaves sounded like the rustling
of her ankle-length full skirt as she walked by.  However, the main thing
that I remember from that day was the sight of her panty covered ass as a
strong gust of wind blew her skirt up.  She desperately tired to push it
down but with her arms laden with books, her attempts were no match for the
strong draft.  All the kids started laughing and hollering, chortling and
pointing at her.  In her vain attempts to remain modest and hide her bared
ass, she turned and faced the crowd, pushing the front of her skirt down
while broadly exposing her smooth panty covered ass to my full advantage.  I
remember thinking, I sure wish my ass was that big and round.  A twinge of
jealousy ran through me as I yearned to have a body like hers.  Well, maybe
not the big tits but a nice round ass like hers would be nice.  
	The majority of the Hispanic women have big tits and small slender waists
which spread to well proportioned hips sitting on top of long, large legs
when they are young.  As age overtakes them, their hourglass shapes
deteriorate to large pear-like forms that waddle around in households across
America.  Conversely, Hispanic men lose their lanky slim looks and grow
large beer-bellies and putter around the neighborhoods wearing dirty khaki
pants with dingy beer-stained undershirts.  Their once neatly trimmed
mustaches evolve into large walrus looking gray speckled hairy mops, that
collect foam when they take big swigs of their daily beer. 
	It was while I was in deep thought, pondering my dire sad-looking future,
trying to imagine what I would look like when I got old, that I heard a
familiar click-clack click-clack sound which rapidly brought me back to
reality.  The sound, I knew, was associated with high four or five inch
stiletto high-heels as they traveled on concrete sidewalks.  I strained my
ears for more sounds as the click-clack noise echoed in the dimming shadows.
Finally, I heard the familiar giggle that always accompanied the shoe
related reverberations.  These sounds were associated with 'Elvira', our
next door neighbor who lived in a small two or three room house that
bordered our larger yard.  Her house was built on a normal-sized city lot
along with five or six other small houses somebody had built and crammed
together.  They weren't big and definitely not fancy, but Elvira and the
other tenants called them home.      
	Elvira was the most voluptuous, sensuous and by far the most gorgeous woman
I had ever seen.  She was about twenty-two years old,  five feet, four to
six inches tall.  Her head was crowned with a mass of shiny, thick black
curls that dangled loosely all over her and cropped her beautiful face.  She
had large dark brown eyes and thick pouty lips which were always covered
with bright red lipstick.  Her frame was slim and lean.  Her breast though
small were tipped with one of her best assets, large taut nipples that seem
to jut out at you, forcing you to stare at them when she stood in front of
you.  Her waist was slim and her hips flared nicely and rounded out to long
slim powerful looking legs which always seemed to be shod in enormously
elevated high-heeled shoes.  She had a deep husky voice that exuded sex
whenever she spoke.  Up to now, I have never seen any other woman, period,
that compares to the type of sensuality, eroticism or beauty that Elvira
possessed.  When I entered the world of transvestitism and became a drag
queen, Elvira was the woman I wanted to be.  I tried to mimic her and
patterned my clothes, my mannerisms, and my life-style after hers.  She was,
however, the barrio tramp.  She was also the kind of woman that could make a
hypocrite out of my religious grandmother.  For instance, if we were walking
to the store and Elvira was headed our way, my grandmother would say, while
making the sign of the cross over herself,  "Ave, Maria Purrisima!, Hay
biene esta puta desgraciada.". which means, Holy Mother of God! here comes
that disgraceful slut!  However, as soon as we got near her, Elvira would
flash a brilliant smile flashing her sparkling white teeth, and my
grandmother would say,  "Buenos dias, Criatura, Como haz estado.  Te miras
muy bien."  which means, Good morning, child.  How have you been?  You're
looking so well.  
	Actually, I wouldn't say Elvira looked well.  Elvira was a tramp, a whore,
a slut and she dressed the part.  She always said advertising pays off.
She wore high four to five inch stiletto heels.  She had a hundreds of them
and was always able to coordinate her outfits in the same color.  Her skirts
were always extremely short.  They were also either very tight almost to the
bottom edge of her skimpy panties or flouncy so a person could see flashes
of her panties as she walked or moved, but I must emphasize, they were
always short - very short.  Her blouses or tops were usually very sheer and
see-through or they were extremely low cut sometimes revealing her nipples
if she moved a little too much and lets face it Elvira was always moving.
This attire was what she wore during her "working" hours.  While at home,
things weren't very different.  She usually paraded around her house and
neighborhood in some old and ragged blue jean cut-offs. These too were
extremely short.  The backs were cut in an arched radius so half of her ass
cheeks were always exposed.  With these shorts, she wore cropped T-shirts
that were also cut a little bit too short and sometimes her tits would peek
out from under the bottom.  I can remember a barefooted Elvira, running to
the store in the hot summer sun.  Prancing on her toes to minimize contact
with the hot blazing asphalt.  Her exposed ass-cheeks bouncing as she ran
from shade tree to shade tree, standing under each one of them for a few
seconds, searching down the street for the next area of respite.  She would
stretch her neck, and her nipples would push against her sweat soaked
T-shirt creating the illusion that she was topless.  Many men offered rides
and when declined, drove around that neighborhood like maniacs trying to get
second looks.  Yes, Elvira's vocabulary included the word NO.  She could
actually decline.  I guess that's why many men came back to the neighborhood
stores to get their necessities and hopefully see her again and maybe get
another shot at being turned down.
	Elvira's loud giggles brought me back to earth.  I slowly and quietly crept
to the decrepit privacy fence and peered between the boards.  A squatting
Elvira  on her long statuesque nylon-clad legs, wearing high four or five
inch red high- heels, was the first thing that greeted my eyes.  I looked at
the bright high-heeled red pumps and trailed her legs, to the knees slowly
past her thighs, even slower past the bare skin above the thigh-high nylon
hose and stopped at the flaming red lace, panty-covered ass-cheeks.  She was
wearing a short - very short - red and white polka-dotted flouncy skirt with
a loose bib-type front that was tied in a knot behind her neck.  Her back
was completely bare.  She had her hand on a man's crotch and her other hand
was between her legs, slowly rubbing and pressing her crotch so hard that it
looked like it hurt.      
	The older man, an Anglo, swayed back and forth due to apparent extreme
drunkenness.  I wondered what's this Gringo doing in this Chicano
neighborhood.  I was about to find out.  Elvira had her hand on his belt and
was in the middle of tugging at his pant's zipper when she said,  "For ten
dollars, I spit.  For twenty, I swallow, okay?" 
	"Naw, all I got ish twenty dollarsh, Hic! and I want shome more beer, okay?
Sho take ten and swallow." said the drunk swaying back and forth.
	Elvira let go of his pants, stood up, put her hands on her hips and moved
back a little.  She stood there defiantly on her long shapely legs.  Her
panty-clad butt was clearly visible from my position and I could see the
elastic of her panty bite deep into her upper thigh.  It looked painful but
apparently it never bothered her cause she always appeared to wear them that
tight.  At least the ones she wore when I had been able to spy in the past
whenever the familiar high-heeled sound alerted me of her arrival. 
	With fire in her eyes, shouted,  "Get your fucking Mama to swallow, you
sorry mother-fucker." and pushed him so hard he hit the concrete sidewalk
like a bag of cement.            
	Startled by her sudden shouts, I looked around to see if anybody else heard
her and had come outside.  I didn't want to get caught peeking into Elvira's
yard.  Though I had never seen her, my aunts were always talking about how
Elvira did all kinds of "things" on her little porch on the side of her
house.  I always asked, what kind of "things", but was always ignored.
Tonight, I might find out.
	Elvira's loud laughter brought me back to the fence partition.  I presumed
that the drunk's clumsiness appeared comical to her because she laughed
hysterically, saying,  "Viejo pendejo!  No te puedes ni parar y esperas que
se te pare le verga.  Baboso!!!" which means, You foolish old man.  You
can't even stand up and you expect your cock to stand-up, you slobbering
idiot/fool.  I could hear the man moaning in his struggles to get up.  I
guess she felt sorry because she stopped laughing and said,  "Poor baby.
Here, let mama pick you up."  She started to tug on his arm and eventually
he was vertical again but still swaying.
	"Did I fall?  he asked and looking around he added,  "Who pushed me?'
	"Nobody pushed you, baby, you tripped.  Maybe you've had too much to drink?
	Tell you what.  Let me suck your cock, give me the twenty dollars and I
will buy you a beer later, okay?'  she cooed softly. 
	"Okay, shounds good to me."  he responded still swaying. as he dug into his
pocket and handed over his last twenty.
	Elvira dropped to her knees and started digging into his open fly, she
fumbled around the inside, pulling apart his pants and his shirttails.
Looking towards the street, Elvira muttered,  "Esta cosita no me haze ni
cosquillas."  Meaning:  This little thing won't even tickle me.  The drunk
said,  "What ja say?" 
	"I said your cock sure is hard," she replied snickering.
	Actually, she was right on all accounts.  From what I could see, his little
weenie was no more than three inches long and excuse the play on words,
that's stretching it.   However, it proudly stood at attention.  For a drunk
in his state of inebriation, his erection was actually not an erection but a
miracle.
	Since he was leaning on a porch post, I had a clear view of her as she
applied her cherry red lips to the little miniature dick.  Her hand went
back to her crotch and roughly and hard, started pressing and rubbing the
area again.  I heard him say,  "Damn, Elvie, you got me so horny that I'm
going to come real fast."
	I guess, I, too, was caught up in their excitement because as he said that,
she pulled back her head and both of us, at the same time, said,  "Shit!"
	When she heard my voice, she turned her head towards my direction and a
stream of white milky cum hit her on the side of the head, dripping all over
her hair.  Instead of screaming in anger, she let go of a loud peal of
laughter that appear to echo throughout the neighborhood.          
       	No more than a few second went by when I heard my grandmother
calling my name.  Shit, I panicked and ran towards the house as fast as I could.
	For the next couple of days I avoided the side of our house Elvira's house
was on.  I  didn't really know if she knew who I was since she never paid
any attention to me but if she was mad, I didn't want to be on the receiving
end of her fury.
	One morning during the next week, my grandmother unexpectedly said,  "
Here, take this hammer to Elvira next door and help her with the clothesline."
	I took the hammer and asked,  "Why me?"  She answered,  "because I said so,
now go, and stay out of trouble." she yelled, as I walked out the backdoor,
thinking shit, I hope Elvira forget what happened last week.
	I walked towards the street and turned at the fence and walked slowly
towards Elvira's house.   As I got to the door, I could hear strains of
Mexican love songs coming from the interior of the modest dwelling.  I
knocked on the screen door and yelled,  "Anybody home?"
	"Yeah, come on in, Boof, the door's open."  I heard Elvira yell from
somewhere inside.  I remember thinking, she knows my name.  Actually, it was
a nickname everybody called me.  How I got it, I've never found out.
	Opening the door, I walked in.  She was in the small kitchen bent over the
sink, washing some kind of clothing.  She said,  "Hi, Boof, I can't believe
your gramma actually let you come over."  As she said this, she wiped her
sweaty brow with the back of her hand.  It was stifling hot in there.  I
noticed her ass-cheeks peeking from underneath her short shorts, glistening
with perspiration in the diffused light.
	"Well, here I am."  I said, waving the hammer so she could see that I had
been sent over to help her with some type of clothes line chore.
	"Oh, yeah, the clothesline."  She said, as she noticed the waving hammer,
"It's outside.  Come on, I'll show you."  
	As she lugged a small tub of wet clothes with her, I followed her outside,
where she instructed me to hang and pull on the clothesline wire to make it
taut while she hammered a nail into a bent position, anchoring the wire on a
post.  It seemed like a simple chore but the sweltering hot autumn sun made
my hands sweaty and the wire kept slipping.  Not to mention the fact that
she could never hit the nail more than twice in a row.  I tugged and pulled
and hung on that stupid wire but every time we thought it was tight, it
sagged about three feet off the ground.  I was drenched in sweat.  I took
off my T-shirt and holding it my hand wrapped it around the wire for a
better grip.  Finally, after I don't know how many attempts, we managed to
get the wire taut.  Not real taut, but enough to keep the clothes off the
ground.  We were both drenched in sweat.  
	I walked next to the house and tried to shelter myself underneath the eave
from the rays of the hot sun.  She said,  "Go inside and grab a Coke from
the icebox.  I still have to wring out these wet clothes and hang them up."
	I needed no further instructions and darted inside to the relatively cooler
comfort.  I opened the icebox, grabbed a Coke, and took a long refreshing
drink.  Looking around, I started to get nosy.  I  looked out the window and
noticed that she was at the end of the small yard by the fence, talking to a
man while all the clothes were still in the tub.  I started to wander around
the house and ended up in her bedroom where I noticed a diverse assortment
of cosmetics on her dresser.   It looked like the cosmetics counter of J. C.
Penney's.  I had never seen such a myriad of different bottles.  I picked up
some of them  and inhaled the exotic smelling aromas.  None of my sister's
were not allowed to wear make-up or even have perfume.  Hispanic ladies
weren't allowed to wear make-up.  Only after they married and only with
their husbands' full consent.  Macho chicanos stuck to the old adage:  "No
vistas el mono para que otro huege con el" in other words:  "Don't dress up
the doll so someone else can play with it".     
	I wandered aimlessly around the room, picking up and examining various
articles.  I noticed a half open drawer and my curiosity got the best of me.
I opened it and marveled at the sight I beheld.  It was jammed packed with
all types of panties in an assorted array of colors.   Trembling, I reached
in and picked one up.  It was small and made of a flimsy piece of satiny
type material.  I dropped it and reached in again pulling out a large
handful.  I turned and spread them out on the bed behind me, picking them up
one by one, slowly examining them.  I cannot explain why I was mesmerized
with these collection but I took a pair of flaming red lace ones and held
them up to my nose.  Inhaling deeply, I noticed a lingering smell similar to
the aromas wafting from the bottles on the dresser.   I felt this
overwhelming urge to put them on.  I rubbed them over my chest and my skin
erupted in bumps making me look like a plucked chicken.  	Without thinking,
I pulled down my shorts and sister's cotton panties which I usually wore.  I
picked up a another pair of shiny black satiny bikinis and slipped them on.
I rubbed my hands over my panty clad ass and my mind drifted back to
California to the sexual rendezvous I had experienced with my uncle and his
friends.  I stood in front of a mirror on the closet door and stared at my
reflection. 
	As I stared, I notice a black bra hanging on the door knob.  I reached
over, picked it up and slipped my arms into it, struggling with it as I
tried desperately to snap the clasps behind my back.  It was an almost
impossible task.  I struggled with it in front of the mirror, straining my
neck until it hurt.  I plopped down on a small bench in front of the dresser
and exhausted took deep breathes while continuing my wrestling marathon with
this stubborn bra.  Finally, I managed to hook a clasp and I relaxed,
slumping on the bench looking down.  The bra just dangled loosely from my
chest but I spread the material out and marveled at how it felt.  
	That was when I noticed the shiny black patent leather pumps peeking out
from under the bed.  I softly nudged them with my toe and one fell over.
Poking at it with my toe, I hooked it and it swung on my toes, swinging, it
hit the ball of my foot.  I pulled back my leg and applied pressure slipping
my whole foot into the high-heeled shoe.  I bent over picked the other shoe
and slipped it on.  
	Since I was the only boy in a family of three girls, I had played house
with them many times before.  When you played house, there was usually a
father, a mother and assorted kids.  Since the father always ruled the
household, my older sisters took that part and I was demoted to a kid and
that kid was usually a girl.  Since they were older and bossier, I was
always dressed as a girl and had walked around in my mother heels many times
before.  However, my mother shoes were clumpy and matronly with small heels
that were no comparison to these stilts I had on now. 
	I stood up and teetered over to the mirror.   I felt powerful and tall.
Now really, who wouldn't, these shoes had at least five inch heels.  I
stared at my reflection in the mirror and was amazed at what I saw.
Actually, though I did look feminine, I resembled a skinny titless young
girl.  I shook my fingers through my hair trying to give it body and
fullness in an attempt to make it look like a girls' but it was still sweaty
and wet from the infernal heat.
	I reached over and opened the closet door.  It was a giant mess of all
kinds of articles of clothing, some dangling from one strap or two or three
articles on one hanger but most of them were in a large pile on the floor.
I picked up a glossy piece of dark emerald green clothing and held it up by
the straps.  It was a sort of a slinky type sheath with two thin spaghetti
straps that wasn't more than a two feet long including the straps.  I
clutched it to my chest and rubbed it on me feeling the smooth silky texture
on my body.  Again, the bumps returned.  It was a dress I had seen Elvira
wear before.  ELVIRA!! SHIT!!  I panicked.  I forgot completely about her.   
	I moved back, slowly closed the door and was startled as I heard Elvira's
husky voice, say,  "Want to try it on, Sugar?"
	I noticed her reflection in the mirror as she sat on the bed behind me,
looking at me with a broad grin baring her bright white teeth.  I was
standing there in her black panties, her black bra and her black high-heeled
shoes.  I was so embarrassed, completely mortified, humiliated beyond
description.  I was so ashamed, I thought I was going to start crying.  In
fact, I did cry.  I had no idea how long she had been there.  I guess I was
so involved with my own actions that I never heard her come in.  Tears were
welling in my eyes , as I tried to speak but nothing came out. 
	Immediately her smiled vanished, and I saw a look of compassion and concern
in her eyes as she got up and walked over to where I stood trembling and
sniffling like a big baby.  She put her arm around my shoulder and softly
said,  "Hey, don't cry.  I wasn't trying to be mean or anything.  I was just
kidding!  Come on, don't cry.  Please?" 
	Smiling, her perfect teeth flashing, she said,  "Come on, big girls don't
cry!" and started giggling.  
	I tried not to laugh but it did sound funny.  And I smiled as she coaxed me
towards the bench.  "Here, sit down and I'll fix your face and make you look
real pretty.  Wipe those tears away, your mascara might run."  she laughed
huskily, as she handed me a tissue.     
	I took the tissue and wiped my nose.  Balling it up, I wiped away the
tears, and said,  "No, I think I better go.  I'm sorry.  Don't be mad, okay?
Please don't tell my mom or my grandmother, okay.  They'll get real mad.  I
can't explain this to them.  They'll never understand.  Please don't say
nothing."  I pleaded as I started to tremble and cry again. 
	Trying her best to calm me down, she said in a real concerned tone,  "Of
course, I won't say nothing, relax.  I, believe me, understand perfectly.
There's no need to tell them.  Tell you what, I can keep a secret if you can
keep a secret, okay?  Is it a deal?"
	"Yeah, I can keep a secret," I sniffled, "but please don't tell them,
please?"  I continued.
	"Hey!!" she snapped, grabbing me firmly from the shoulders,  "I promise - I
won't tell a soul.  Cross my heart and hope you die."  she continued making
a sign of a cross on her heart with one hand. 
	We both started laughing when we both realized that the little ditty
actually says, "Cross my heart and hope "I" die."
	We laughed hysterically for a few minutes and then I sat down on the bench.
She stood up straight and said smiling,  "Ready for my secret?  Now remember
you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?  Remember you tell anybody and
I'll tell your mamma about this," she threatened in a somber tone.
	"I promise.  My lips are sealed.  Now you promise."  I added trying to feel
more secure. 
	"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I promise,"  she said tossing her head from side to side
as she said the yeahs.
	She moved back and grabbed her cropped T-shirt from the bottom and in one
swift motion pulled it over her head.  She then stood there for a minute or
so on her long legs with just her skimpy little shorts on.  I looked at her
hard little titties and couldn't keep my eyes off her strange taut nipples.
I had never seen a woman half-naked before.  In fact, I had never seen a
woman's breast before.  Even with a house full of women, my sisters, my
aunts and my mother were extremely modest and I was never allowed in their
rooms or for that matter, anywhere, they might have to disrobe. 
	Elvira turned around and facing away from me, unbuttoned her shorts and
bending over, pulled them off, down to her ankles.   She stood there in some
extremely tight white panties she was wearing underneath.  The elastic
seemed to bite deeply into her flesh.  She hooked her thumbs on the elastic
and tugged then down, struggling with the tightness of the little white
panties.  I couldn't figure out why she always wore them so tight.  The ones
I wore, were loose and comfortable that I sometimes forgot I had them on.
Then I noticed how tight these black ones, I was wearing now were.  These
too, belonged to her.  She finally pulled them down past her thighs and they
slid to the floor.  She stood up straight and took a forward step out of
them.   
	In my fearful haste, I had left the closet door ajar and was not able to
see her reflection of the front part of her body in the mirror.  However, I
stared at her slim back and let my eyes drift down her ass to her long
statuesque legs and back to her butt.  Her ass was a round heap of soft
smooth flesh.  I felt a twinge on envy.  I felt funny because wanted to look
like her.  I wanted to be her.  
	In a slow twirling fashion with her arms outstretched, she slowly started
to turn around.  "Ta! Da!  she proclaimed proudly.
	I was shocked beyond description.  My mouth dropped open and my eyes
widened as I saw that Elvira had a COCK.   Not a huge, throbbing monster
that could rip your ass apart but a cock nonetheless.  It was small, uncut
and puny and just hung there looking completely out of place between her
long graceful feminine looking long legs.  It hung their looking timid and
helpless.  It appeared to be all shriveled up.  I thought, Shit! my dick's
bigger than that but I didn't say a word.
       	"Well, no comment? she waited.......Aren't you going to say
something?  she asked.
	"You're a man!  I gasped,  "A real man!"  I couldn't believe this shit.  I
thought, all this time, fucking Elvira is a man.  Holy shit!!  but Damn!!,
she or is it he, sure looks like a woman, I continued thinking.
	"That's right - live and in color.  Remember this is our secret.  Nobody is
ever going to know, right?"  she said in a stern voice.  
	"Now," she continued in her usual husky tone,  "Which dress do you want to
try on first.  Do you like that little green one or how about something in
red or do you want a little mini skirt or maybe I should I do you face
first?"  she rambled as she walked to the closet and started throwing out
all kinds on clothing.
 	I spent all afternoon with "Elvira" trying on alot of her trampy outfits.
I tried on her hose, garter belts, panties, her bras stuffed with tissues,
of course, her tight mini skirts, and her short sultry dresses I had seen
her wear whenever she went out and a big majority of her shoes.  She applied
make-up to my face, complete with false eyelashes.  She teased and combed my
hair into a slutty looking bouffant.  At one point, as I looked in the
mirror, I froze and was actually scared at the reflection looking back.  It
was the face of a young woman wanting desperately to go into a completely
different life that she really knew nothing about. 
	After that afternoon with Elvira passed, I continued my visits with her.
Learning all kinds of things and asking all kinds of questions.  She was a
good teacher and took the time to explain all the answers to my questions
and I must admit, I had a lot of them.  
	Without my asking, one day, she volunteered an incident about her past that
scared me and remained with me forever.  It involved her family.  She talked
about how they discovered her homosexuality and abandoned her.  Apparently,
one afternoon,  she fell asleep while wearing her mother's bra and panties.
She said she put them on because she was extremely curious and they felt so
sensuous.  The material against her skin plus, the idea in her head that she
was part woman by wearing these garments, excited beyond her wildest dreams.
She became so excited, she said, that she experienced a massive orgasm and
completely drained and exhausted, fell asleep.  Her father's loud ranting
and raving, as he stood next to the bed, is what woke her up.  Supposedly,
he beat her up and tearing the bra and panties off her body, threw her
outside - naked.  She went no further and seeing the tears in her eyes plus
the pain and sorrow, visibly on her face, I asked no questions.  I always
wondered what she did afterwards, running around outside, naked.  What
happened?  Who helped her?  Did anybody care?  I would shudder at the
possibilities of that happening to me.  It was then that I knew why she
understood my own needs.
	One question that I always wondered about, though I never asked, maybe
because I didn't really want to know, was - why she had chosen her
lifestyle.  Actually, it really wasn't none of my business and I'm glad I
never asked since we became and remained friends for many years to come.  
	You know it's true - a little make-up does wonders for a girl!!!        


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From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
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Young Entrepreneur
(Story D)

	Always having attended a catholic school, I was never aware of all the
extras public school attendance had to offer.  Now, being in the public
school system, I read all the bulletin boards which were always full  of
baseball  league, scout, swimming, etc. announcements.  Catholics did all
that stuff but not in poor parishes like ours.  I made up my mind that I was
going to play baseball.  But first I needed a glove.  With my aunt's
allowance a thing of the past, I figured I could make a couple of dollars
collecting empty bottles for the deposit.  Only problem was the glove, I had
fallen in love with, cost over $45.00 and all the other kids in the
neighborhood had the same bottle collection idea.  I could get a penny a
bottle.  After scouring through all the neighborhood, in trash cans, behind
buildings and every other place I could think off, I wasted two whole days
and found ten of them.  At this rate I figured, I might as well play
something else, like jacks or dolls, hell!, my sisters had plenty of those.
	Through a stroke of luck, I was sent to an icehouse within four city blocks
of our house.  I was told to get a big bag of ice for my father's sprained
ankle.   By this time, my mother and father were back together again after
on one of their countless trial separations.  When I got to the icehouse, I
noticed that they also sold beer to a pretty large clientele and leaving the
premises, I noticed hundreds of empty bottles along the building just lying
there waiting for somebody to pick them up.  I returned with the ice and
watched as my father threw it in a bucket with water and stuck his foot in.
I grimaced at the idea of sticking my foot in the cold icy water.  He looked
at me and yelled, "What do you want?  Go somewhere and do something.  I'm
not in the mood for any of you!"  I walked out the backdoor without a
comment and thought - Piss on him! I'm glad he hurt his foot.  Actually, I
had no idea how he did and didn't care but I laughed til I cried when I
found out later that he had tried to show off in front of Elvira by jumping
a fence to go help her with some packages and his foot didn't quite make it
over with the rest of his body.    
	The image of all  the strewn bottles at the icehouse came back into my mind
and I thought,  HEEEY!  I've got an idea!! and I ran back to the icehouse.
When I got there, I walked inside and asked for the owner.  Some guy said he
wasn't there but asked me what I wanted.  I simply said,  " Can I have all
those bottles lying outside?"  Looking at me sneering, he yelled,  "Are you
crazy!!  They belong to us."  Don't be stealing no fucking bottle, you
little beaner!"
	"I wasn't going to steal them!!"  I yelled back,  " I just thought nobody
wanted them since they're lying out there and anybody can pick them up after
you leave."
	Again he reminded me,  "Don't fuck with those bottles, you little fucking
thief."  He turned around muttering,  "These fucking Mexicans will steal you
blind."
	A older man, a gentleman, I might add, sitting at the counter drinking a
beer said,  "Hey, Jack, give the kid a break.  Don't be a horse's ass.  He's
just trying to make a buck.  Shit!  What are they worth - two, three cents?
Hell, half them are broken by the time you pick them up any way.  Probably
how I got that flat last time I was here.  Listen, why don't you give the
kid a penny for each one he picks up for you and them you don't have to fuck
with?"  and he winked his eye at me. 
	Jack turned around looked at him and then at me.  He frowned and then said,
"Okay, kid, I'll give you a penny for each one, okay?  But remember they
belong to us so don't go trying and take them someplace else for the two
pennies or I'll bust your ass, understand?"  
	"Yeah, I understand.  Where do you want me to put them?  There all over the
place."  I said, beaming with visions of dollars signs bouncing around in my
mind.  I was instructed to get some empty beer boxes from the back, put them
a dolly and push the dolly around as I collected them, going back for more
boxes as they filled up.   By the time I had cleared the lot and all the
surrounding areas, I had filled ten and a half cases.  That was 252 bottles
for a total of two dollars and fifty-two cents.  I thought, Boy! I could
have sworn there was over a thousand bottles.  However, that's all there
was.  I continued my daily forays to the icehouse and after clearing the
first initial load which apparently Jack hadn't been doing on a daily basis,
I was making about 15 cents a day.  At this rate, I was getting nowhere and
already into early spring, baseball season was starting in a couple of weeks.
	One late Saturday evening, the icehouse was packed and I was in the back
field among the tall weeds, looking for bottles that guys would throw when
finished with their beer drinking while leaning on their parked cars or
trucks.   I guess they figured, better out there, then in the parking lot.
Balancing and carrying about eight bottles against my chest and trying to
make my way in the dark, I  headed for the dolly at the edge of the parking
lot .  Right when I got to the clearing, I notice two men standing behind
some pickups taking a leak.  I continued my trek when I heard one puffing,
"Yes!  Yes!  Like that!  It feels good!  OOH!  Yes! Faster!  Yes!"  I slowed
down and as I got closer, I noticed that they were not taking a leak.  One
guy was facing towards the field while the other guy with his back to me was
craning his neck trying to look over the trucks while he gave the other guy
a HAND-JOB.  Apparently, he was trying to make sure no one was headed their
way.   
	"OOOH, Yes!  It feels good,"  the man kept saying.  
	"Tell me when your ready.  I want you to come all over my hand.  I like the
way it feels, nice and hot."  panted the other guy, as he stroked the other
guy's cock.
 	On his hand? He wants him to come on his hand? I  thought, that's
stupid!!!  Just then a bottle slipped from my clutch and hit the graveled
parking lot in a loud THUNK.  I looked down and, hoping to quiet the sound,
tried to step on it.
	When I looked back up, the guy that was giving the hand-job was half way to
the building at an extremely fast pace, never looking back.   The other guy
was frantically trying to bend his hard-on and stick it back into his pants.
For some reason or other, he appeared comical and I giggled.  He snarled,
"What the fuck's so funny?  Get the fuck out of here!"  Still fumbling with
his cock and pants. 
	"Nothing,"  I said smiling,  "I guess he didn't finish, Huh?"  Without
waiting for an answer, I added,  "Need some help?"  
	He had already turned and had started walking away when he heard me and
slowed down and looked over his shoulder.  He stopped completely, slowly
turned around and then nervously glanced behind him.  He walked over to me
and said,  "What do you mean, help?" 
	"I just figured you might want to finish.  You know - cum?"  I boldly said
still smiling as I remembered how funny he looked.
	"And what can you do?  My little friend."  he said getting closer.
	"Oh, I don't know, a hand-job?  Maybe even a blow-job, if you want?  a said
still remembering and smiling.
	"A blow-job?  You'll suck my cock?"  he said as he massaged his groin, and
shot another nervous glance behind him.  
	I walked over to the pick-up and placed the bottles one by one on its steel
square bumper.  I turned to him and said,  "Yeah, I'll suck your cock.  Why not?
I can suck cock real good."
	By that time he had fumbled his cock out of his pants and reached over and
putting his hand on the back of my head, guided me towards his crotch, and
said,  "Come on then, suck on it a little."
	I hated to be pushed and manhandled that way and I pulled my head back
violently, stating,  "DON'T!  Don't push! I know where it is".
	Taking his hand off my head as though he had been burned and picking up his
folded arms, he said,  "Okay, Okay, no need to get upset." and thrusting his
crotch forward added,  "Come on suck it good".
	I knelt in front of him and as I reached for his cock, I remembered
Elvira's comment that autumn night almost six months ago, "For ten dollars,
I spit.  For twenty, I swallow, okay?"  I figured, Shit, if Elvira can do
it, why can't I?   
	However, instead of repeating it word for word, exactly as she did, I
looked up at him and blurted, "For five dollars, I'll swallow."
	He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of money and handed
me a five dollar bill without saying a single word.  I thought, Damn!  He
didn't even think about it.  And it wasn't five - it was ten, or was it
twenty?  I was trying to sort things out and figuring a way to re-negotiate
when I saw the five dollar bill in front of eyes.  I took it, stuck it in my
shorts pocket and lowered my head with an open mouth to accept his cock.  It
was a small slim cock.  Fully erect, maybe - four inches long, but it was
hard as nails. 
	I took his cock-head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slurping
and salivating all over it.  Then I sank my lips all the way down the shaft
as far as I could go until I gagged.  I repeated this about five or six
times until I heard him start to moan,  "OOH, that feels so good.  Your
mouth is so hot!"
 	I stopped, pulled it out of my mouth, looked up at him and said,  "Am I good?"
	"Yeah, Yeah, you're good.  Don't stop, it feels real good,"  he breathed.
	"Am I really good? I persisted,  "Cause I'm even better when I'm getting
butt-fucked." and with that comment, took his cock in my mouth again.
	No more than about three or four seconds passed when he reached down and
rapidly pulled me up by my shoulders.  As I stood up, his cock sprung out of
my mouth like a rubber spring or something, trailing long stands of saliva
all over my chin. 
	As if somebody could hear him, he whispered,  "You mean, I can fuck you.
You'll take it up your ass?"  
	Thinking about the arrangement I had screwed up earlier, I said,  "Yeah,
I'll let you fuck me in my ass....... for ten dollars."  I was actually
going to say twenty but ten came out.
	He pushed his little hard-on back in his pants, arranged his clothes, dug
into his pocket and pulled out the small wad of money.  Peeling off a ten
dollar bill he offered it to me.  I looked at it, took it and was trying to
shove it in my pocket when he grabbed my hand and said,  "Let's go." and he
half-dragged, half-pulled me towards a large dark car at the far end of the
parking lot.  We got to the car where he instructed me to go around while he
fumbled with the keys.  As I stood by the passenger door, I saw the bottles
I had collected sitting on the truck bumper and figured, oh, well.
	He finally opened the door, got in and reached over to open my side,
motioning me to get in, he shot a last suspicious glance towards the parking
lot.  He started the car and we took off in a cloud of dust scattering
gravel all over the lot.  
	"Where are we going?"  I asked a little worried, looking around at the huge
interior and noticing how new it smelled.           
	"Oh, just around the corner here.  To a place where we won't get bothered
or something.  It's not far.  Don't worry.  It's right around here." he
said, driving a few of blocks.  Then turning the corner, he put out his
lights as he drove into a deserted undeveloped area that was covered in high
weeds. 
	This area's real estate resources were intentionally left untapped to
provide for the future influx of business aimed at making the poor Hispanic
community more prosperous.  However, the businesses never came.  There was
no need for anybody to travel these areas since at that time there were no
businesses or housing for approximately six or eight city blocks in both
directions.  As we plunged into darkness, I noticed that if anybody did come
our way we would be alerted by their oncoming headlights.       
	Turning off the car he looked over to me and said,  "You really like to get
fucked, huh?  I mean,  you're not gonna cry and yell or something like that
are you?"
	"No, why should I cry?  I've done it before and I didn't cry."  I said
looking out into the darkness not really concerned.   
	Upon hearing my comment, he released the seat mechanism and the huge
leather seat slipped back about five or six inches.  In what appeared to be
less than ten seconds, he pulled his shirt-tails out, unbuttoned the shirt,
undid his belt, lowered his zipper and arching his butt, pulled his pants
and underwear down to his ankles and turned and looked at me waiting.  In
turn, I slowly took off my shorts and panties (I was still wearing them)
completely off and pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped everything in
a small pile on the floorboard.   I turned around, knelt on the seat and put
one leg over his legs facing him with the steering wheel about three or four
inches from my back.  Still kneeling, I spit on my fingers and moistened my
ass-hole, driving the spittle in and out and all around.   "Ready?" I asked. 
 	"Yeah, I'm ready." he replied hoarsely putting his hand on my hips and
pushing me down on his cock.  
	I told him to scrunch down on the seat so I could reach behind me and guide
it in.  After he moved down sufficiently, I reached behind me and felt for
his little cock.  Finding it, I positioned it at my ass-hole entrance and
said,  "Go slow, Okay?" and I let my body slip down on it.
	His cock-head slowly entered my rectum and I inhaled deeply as the
exquisite pain radiated through me.  I held my position and tried to relax
and slow down his penetration.  After a few seconds, I again lowered myself.
This time - all the way down.    
	"OOOOH! That's tight and hot!! he whispered. and gradually started to pump
up and down.
	As I  moved forward, his hands went to my buttocks, opening up my
ass-cheeks to gain more access for his cock.
	His head was buried on my chest and he started licking and kissing my
little nipples.  My mind flashed a mental image of the big hard taut nipples
that Elvira had on her hard looking little tits and momentarily I hated the
bitch.
	We swayed back and forth for a few minutes.  Opening his mouth wide, he
covered a large portion of my breast area and applied suction whereupon he
tensed.  He then threw back his head and emitted a long low - UUUUUUUH.  I
could then feel the little cock pulse in my ass as he pumped his cum deep
inside.   Frantically, I bucked back and forth trying to get all the cock I
could get in me.  In a matter of seconds after he finished moaning his
flaccid dick popped out of my ass.   I reached behind me and tried
desperately to put it back in but it was shriveling up at a very fast pace.
	"Damn.  That was good! I can't believe I came so fast.  Shit!  Where'd you
learn how to do all that?"  he said breathing erratically.
	I climbed off his legs and never answered.  I reached for my clothes and
got dressed in silence.  He arranged his clothes, started the car and we
drove back in absolute quiet.  When we arrived at the icehouse, he drove
around the back and parked.  As I rubbed my hand over the door trying to
figure how to open it, he finally said,  "Are you going to be around next
week?  I can pick you up and we can go to my house or something.  You know,
spend all day.  Whatta do think?"
	I finally found the correct lever, pulled it and opened the door.  I got
off and right before I closed it, I said, "All day?  Sure, I'll be here but
for all day, it's gonna cost ya.  If your interested, I'll be here.  So, see
ya next week - on Saturday morning, right?"  He just nodded in agreement. 
	Of course, I saw him the next Saturday morning, and as he had suggested, we
went to his house and spend all day.  He seemed to have no problem parting
with fifty dollars.  In fact I visited his house many times after that.  At
times , it was me and him alone and at other times, it was him, a friend and
me.  I enjoyed what they did with me but I enjoyed the money more, so I
continued with him and met various other men interested in the same thing.
I was under the impression that I was good at what I was doing but I
actuality, they were just perverts, looking for a young victim or maybe it
was the exceptionally low price.  What a deal!   
	By now, I knew for sure that I was queer.  I had certainly sucked enough
cocks and had just as many shoved up my ass to make that determination
official.  What I was not aware of, was that I had just broken the law in
the state of Texas and probably in all the other fifty states since
unknowingly, I had practiced and joined as a full fledged member - the
world's oldest profession.  
	My trips to that icehouse lasted all the way to late summer.  Of course, I
never picked up another bottle and succeeded in getting my glove in a couple
of weeks, plus I also managed to get a lot of other things along the way.

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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 19:12:06 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury

Meeting the Gang	 (Part 1)					(Story E)

	My little scheme of "working" only on Friday and Saturday nights, at  the
corner ice-house paid off big dividends and after a very short while I had
saved quite a bit of money.  Nobody knew I had it or how I got it.  So I
proceeded to try to spend it.  Of course, when you have extra money, it's
natural to have more desires. However, when money and desires are combined,
trouble is sure to follow and true to the old adage, "Money is the root of
all evil", trouble found me walking the street.  
	My strongest desire at the time was to join the scouts.  Having heard from
alot of the guys in school about all the fun they had making arts and craft
and going camping and fishing, I figured that's for me.  Our church parish
could not support a scout troop and a little friend of mine and I ventured
into another neighborhood barrio to check out their scout troop.
	I had amassed a good sum of money but mama didn't raise no fool.  I tried
to get as many things as I could for free.  Depending on the situation, if I
couldn't get it free, I made real sure that I needed and wanted something
before I paid for it.  Mother had passed a real strong miser gene to me.  
	After attending our first scout meeting, we walked home completely
disappointed because we had just found out that you not only had to pay when
you joined but you had to pay weekly dues and pay for all the arts and
crafts and the trips.  Nothing was free - nothing!!  I was really upset.  I
thought, Shit!  I'm willing to pay for something not everything.  Nothing is
free!  And anyway, why pay here when you can pay at a store and work it at
home.  You don't pay dues at home.  The scouting concept just didn't make
any sense.  As we walked, we noticed a group of about eight boys about
seventeen to twenty years old, walking in the opposite direction, staring at
us.  With a twinge of fear in his voice, my friend immediately said,  "Don't
look at them!  Just keep walking."
	I had heard stories of the fights and beatings barrio gangs inflicted on
outsiders but it was always second-hand information and it sounded too
exaggerated.  However, I didn't think this was the time to try to find the
truth or prove any point and I kept on walking with my head down.  They
finally passed us and I thought, WHEW!!  We're home safe, when I heard them
shout,  "Hey, fuck-heads!  Where are you going? - Ass-holes!"  We kept on
walking with my friend repeating, "Don't look back!!  Don't look back!!"  I
wasn't looking anywhere but down and with a rapidly thumping heart, walking
foreword.          
 	The shouting increased with all kinds of name-calling and vicious remarks
about the validity of our parents' marriage.
	All of a sudden, fear overtook my friend and he took off running.  I heard
the sound of stomping of feet behind me as I figured they were running too.
I turned around and they were less than five feet away from me.  I froze.
They met up to me, passed me and continued on after my friend.  They caught
him within fifteen or twenty yards from me, knocked him down and proceeded
to administer one of the most vicious and fear-inspiring beatings I was ever
to witness.  I stood there wide-eyed and terrified as they delivered kicks
to all parts of his body and head.  All I could hear was the loud
bone-crunching thuds being delivered.
	After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped.  All I could hear was
their heavy breathing with not a sound from my friend, lying in a bloody
heap.  Instinctively, I took off running the opposite direction.  I figured
they were too tired to catch me and I ran until I could run no more.  I
traveled for approximately four or five city blocks ending up at a street
corner with no idea where I was.  I was bend over with my hands on my knees
taking big gulps of air gazing back towards the direction I had come from
and I couldn't see anybody.  Relief coursed through me and since I figured I
had gotten away, I took deep sighs of satisfaction.  I stood up and looked
in all four directions trying to figure out which way to go.  I chose the
street to my right and took off walking at a rather fast pace looking over
my shoulder as I did.  I got half way down the block when I realized I had
chosen the wrong road.  Emerging out of an alley they saw me.  I was within
ten feet of them.  In my desperation, I kept looking back and never looked
to the sides, walking right into them.  
	"There he is. " They shouted in unison.  I was too tried to run and too
terrified to move so I just stood there as they encircled me.
	"Hey, Puto (slang for queer punk), where are you going so fast?  Got a date
or what?  I hope it's not with one of the senoritas in our barrio cause we
don't take too kindly to putos coming in and stealing our women, right,
Vatos (guys)?"  asked what appeared to be the leader in the usual Pachuco
(Hispanic gang member) sing-song style.
	As customary, the machismo trait, common in most Hispanic males ruled.
They believe it is the Machos' bound duty and honor to protect his barrio,
his women, his whatever against anybody or anything that infiltrates their
domain for whatever reasons.  Unless you live in that barrio or have family
living there, you are considered fair game to whoever catches you.  I was
now fair game.  
	"Hey, Puto!  We're asking you a question, Ese (male slang for dude)?
Whatsa matter, you forgot why you're here?  You want us to kick some answers
out of your ass, Vato? or what?" kept asking the leader.
	I stood there horrified with the vision of my friend laying in a bloody
crumpled heap.   My legs shaking in terror.  I thought, I was going to cry,
but my fear overtook me and the thought became a reality, as my eyes started
to water.  I tried to talk but I couldn't.  I didn't know what to say and if
I had known, it wouldn't have helped because I couldn't even open my mouth.   
	"HEY, MOTHER-FUCKER!  TALK TO ME, YOU SORRY SON-OF A ...... Hey, Vatos,
check it out.  This little putito is starting to cry.  Look at the big
alligator tears running down his cheeks.  Are you a sissy-boy, Ese?  You
miss your mamma?  You gonna pee in your pants?" giggled the leader, mockingly. 
	"I bet the vato is a hoto (queer), Man!  A little cock-sucking queer.  Look
at him, he don't want to fight.  He's shaking and crying.  I bet he's
shitting in his pants right now.  Right Ese?"  said another of the group
pushing me into another member who pushed me right back almost knocking me
down.   
	"Hey, come on, Vatos!  Let the little dude talk.  He's not running away or
anything, is he?"  said a tall husky guy.
	"I know he's not running, Bobby, but he's not talking either, said the
leader glaring at me. 	  
	Out of nowhere, I blubbered,  "Please don't hurt me!  I don't want to
fight.  I'm not doing anything.  I'm just want to go home."
	'Hey, Vatos, did you here that.  He just wants to go home.  Aaaaw, he
misses his mamma.  Why you don't want to fight, Ese?  Aren't you a man?  Men
fight - queers suck cocks and since you don't want to fight, I guess you
want to suck my dick, right?  said another one of the bullies chuckling and
they all laughed.
	Another crony chimed,  "I bet this Vato is queer, man.  Check it out.  He's
already crying and we haven't even touched him.  He's a queer, man.  I bet
he wears his sisters panties.  Look at his long faggot hair, I bet at night
he wears his sister's rollers, too.  FUCKING FAGGOT!!  We ought a kick his
ass anyway."        
	We all turned around when we heard this lady yelling as she came out of the
house we were standing in front of,  "Leave that muchacho alone.  Can't you
boys behave yourselves and act descent.  Go on!  Go home, all of you, before
I call the cops!"
	I sighed a breathe of relief as I thought she had rescued me from a savage
beating.  For a minute I considered running to her but I acted too slow.
The leader grabbed my hair and started dragging me towards the alley with
his counterparts right behind.  We walked half-way down the alley and
stopped behind a large garage type building.  One of them moved away part of
the galvanized tin wall, three ducked under and went in.  The leader pushed
me towards the entrance and I fell on the ground.  As I tried to get up, he
kicked my behind saying,  "Get your ass in there, Puto!  The husky guy
picked me up and helped me crawl in behind them and I stood up with the last
three piling in after me.  I looked around.  We were inside an old garage
that smelled of oil and gas and stale beer.  
	The leader stood in front of me and looked slowly at his buddies.  A sneer
came over his face and they all started laughing.  I failed to see the
humor.  He  stood there for awhile, put his hand on his crotch and started
massaging his groin.  He put his hand on top of his pants and started
pulling down his zipper.  Inserting his hand inside his pants, he  pulled
out his cock.  He stood there looking at me, grinning as he stroked it.  It
grew from a flaccid little appendage to a semi-hard medium sized cock.  He
then said,  "Awright, Esa (chick), since you're not really an Ese.  What's
it gonna be?  You gonna fight or suck cock?"
	"I say we kick his ass now and then make him suck cock anyway, Henry.  Like
the last guy.  We got to teach these putos a lesson, right?"  said one of
the flunkies standing next to me massaging his groin area.
	"Yeah, right.  Kick his ass.  Then what.  The last guy couldn't even open
his mouth.  You guys almost killed him," said the husky guy.
	"Naw, Bobby, this little maricon (slang for drag-queen) is sucking my dick
or else, we kick his ass."  said, Henry, clarifying the situation at hand.    
	It took awhile to figure out that the leader's name was Henry and that our
little discussion and resultant actions were not a new endeavor on their
part.  I also figured out that the husky guy, was named Bobby, and that he
was not making any headway either to help me get out of this ugly mess.
However, it took no time whatsoever for me to figure out what I was going to
do.  First and foremost, sucking a cock isn't that bad and I sucked cocks
not because I was forced but because I kind of liked it and second but most
important of all, a beating was definitely a very poor and repulsive
alternative.     
	In a low embarrassed voice, I whispered,  "I'll suck your cock."
	"WHAT?  I didn't hear you, Esa.  You'll have to talk louder.  See when I
was a little boy, I had this problem with my ear and since then, I just
don't hear too good."   beamed Henry.
	Still apprehensive, I said louder with a cracking voice,  "I'll suck your
cock."
	"You don't get it, Esa.  I bet the other guys didn't hear you.  Did you
guys hear him?  He didn't say anything about sucking your cocks, just mine.
What about them?  You don't like them, maybe?"  asked Henry.
  	"I'll suck their cocks too, okay,"  a said in a louder voice, irritated
at the humiliation he was generating. 
	"Awright!!  Now get on you knees and be my cock-sucking queen.  I can't
stand here and jack-off all day.  I've got things to do and people see.
Start sucking," ordered Henry.   
	I got on my knees and looked at his cock.  It was a medium sized cock with
a small pointed cock-head.  I reached for it and grabbed it.  I stroked it
two or three times and he thrust out his hips.  I closed my eyes, licked my
lips and opened my mouth, took it in and started sucking.  I figured if I
could make them all cum real fast maybe I could that out of there that much
faster.  I started bobbing my head on it and rapidly increased the tempo
hoping this would accelerate his ejaculation.   As my head bobbed up and
down on his cock, I tried to minimize its depth into my mouth, I didn't want
to gag and piss him off.  He, of course, had other ideas and grabbed my hair
and started to fuck my face at a furious pace driving his cock deep into my
throat.  I put my hands on his pelvis and pushed back but not enough to get
him mad.  After a few seconds of his frenzied movements, he let go of my
head, put his hand on his hips and said,  "Now you work it baby.  Suck my
cock good." and waited for me to do the movements.  
	With my eyes tightly shut, I frantically started bobbing on his cock,
sucking in full earnest, not wanting to see them standing around me.
Suddenly, one of the guys yelled,  "Check it out!  This little queer can
suck good.  I'm getting a big hard-on just watching."
  	Another one chimed in, "Yeah, he looks like one of my grandmother calves
when their sucking on a bottle or their mother teat.  Suck on that cock!!!
Little cow!!!"
	I heard someone say,  "I bet he takes it up the ass just as good, too."
and I felt somebody yanking at my shorts trying to pull them off.   Henry
pushed me down and got on his knees and I wound up in a hands/knees position
on the dirty greasy floor, sucking his cock. 
	Instead of things getting better, they appeared to be getting worse.
Underneath, my shorts I was wearing a pair of panties.  Not my sister's
usual cotton variety that I always wore but a pair of flaming red-lace
bikini panties, I had gotten from Elvira because every time I would visit
her and try on her clothes, I would choose these.  Elvira told me that since
I wore them more than she did, I might as well keep them. 
	When they pulled off my shorts, I heard the group roar in unison, laughing.
Someone yelled,  "Check it out!!  l was right, he is wearing his sister's
panties!!"  and they all joined in another chorus of laughter.   Instead of
pulling them off, someone got behind me and started rubbing my panty clad
ass, saying,  "OOOH, Man, this ass feels good." Rubbing his hands all over,
he continued,  "I'm gonna fuck him good."  
	Someone else yelled,  "It's HER, Vato, not him.  Your gonna fuck HER good.
Remember, she's our queen for a day."  and again the chorus of laughter.  By
this time my jaws are starting to ache as my head bobbed up and down on
Henry's cock.  Henry just knelt there, hands on his hips and his stiff cock
in my mouth.  I'm thinking, what's wrong with this guy?
	Nobody bothered to remove my panties, instead, the guy behind me took the
middle of the lace panties and tore them apart, ripping a large opening
right down the middle that exposed the crack of my ass.   I immediately felt
his stiff cock poking at my dry hole.  He just poked and prodded, painfully
hurting me and he finally said,  "Shit, this hurts."
	I heard someone say,  "Spit on it, Pendejo (stupid), and it will slip in
like it was greased with butter."
	Suddenly, Henry pulled his dick out of my mouth and tugged at my T-shirt
pulling it off over my head.  He then stood up and walking around behind me,
loudly proclaimed,  "I FUCK HER FIRST!  I'M GONNA POP HER CHERRY!  SHE'S MY
BITCH!  You all saw how much she loved to suck my cock.  Now back off.
Bobby, you're next, let her suck your dick then you fuck her." and he
rattled off names in order of succession.  Looking over my shoulder at what
was going on, I remained on my arms and legs,.   As Henry knelt behind me
and started to zero in on me with his cock, I spit a copious amount spit on
my fingers and smeared it all over my ass-hole rapidly working it in the
right places.
	Kneeling behind me, Henry spread his arms out and then pointed to my ass as
I smeared the spittle on me and said,  "SEE!!" he said, grabbing my hand as
I applied spit,  "I told you vatos.  Look, she's even  getting her ass ready
for me.  She wants me bad, right, little cock-sucker?  You want my cock up
your ass bad."  A few seconds of silence passed and I applied more spit
without saying anything.  I hadn't realized he was talking to me and I was
more concerned about them possibly attempting an agonizing dry-fuck.   He
reached over and grabbed a handful of my long hair and yanked it back,
angrily saying,  "I can't hear you, BITCH!  I thought you wanted my cock up
your ass? 
	"OW! YES! I WANT YOUR COCK"  I screamed from the unexpected pain in my
scalp.   
	"You want it where, Bitch? WHERE? and say it loud so we can all hear,"
ranted Henry bending my head back as he pulled on my hair harder.  
	"OW, YES! UP MY ASS!  I WANT YOUR COCK UP MY ASS REAL BAD! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
I cried feeling slightly embarrassed but saying anything that would make him
release my hair. 
	Letting go of my hair, Henry said,  "Bobby, wait a minute.  Let me show you
guys how to get your queens to perform all your wants and needs, okay?  Now
watch.  YOU, BITCH!" (Apparently talking to me)  Stick your finger up your
ass so I can see that you're ready."  and waiting a few seconds, spanked me
hard on my butt, sternly saying,  DO IT NOW, BITCH!!"  I spit on my fingers
and worked my finger into my ass as instructed.  "NOW USE TWO, BITCH!!" and
as the level of embarrassment increased, I pulled out my finger and replaced
it with two.  "PUSH THEM IN AND OUT, BITCH! I DON'T  THINK YOU'RE READY!'
he yelled.  The little crowd was hooting and hollering.   
	Feeling extremely humiliated as I knelt on that dirty garage floor,
completely naked except for a pair of torn panties, I pushed my fingers up
my ass and pulled them in and out a couple of times.  "AW RIGHT!!  See you
guys.  Works every time.  Now open your ass wide with both hands, Mamma,
cause here comes Daddy."  Obeying him, I reached behind me and pulled apart
my ass-cheeks.  He pulled up to my ass-hole and forced the cock-head in and
stopped.  Pain shocked me as his cock penetrated me and a long deep moan
escaped my throat.   "That's it, Bitch.  Moan like you like it.  In a little
while you're gonna scream for more."  he boasted, and then continued with,
"Okay, Bitch, Now fuck yourself on my cock. Work it good.  Show me you want it."
	I pushed back on his cock and as it widened my ass-hole, the exquisite pain
that had always made me want more cock, intensified.  As I speared my ass
with his cock, a long MMMMMM escaped my throat.  I opened my eyes and saw a
stiff fair sized cock about six inches long in front of my face.  This must
be Bobby, I thought.  I kept pushing back, driving the cock up my ass deeper
but I also reached for Bobby's cock, grabbed it and opening my mouth wide
pulled it towards me.  Wanting my lips around the hard shaft, Bobby, or
whoever it was, happily obliged and pushed it deep into my throat, gagging
me.  I wanted all I could get in both ends and I rocked myself back and
forth on my two bodily invaders, elevating myself to heated passionate
heights.  As I pushed myself hard on the one cock, lancing my ass, I sucked
hard on the one, boring my mouth.  I was in seventh heaven.

(CONTINUED in:   Meeting the Gang (Part 2) 				(Story E)
	

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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 20:24:06 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury

Meeting the Gang (Part 2)
(Story E)

	It didn't take too long for Henry or Bobby to unleash their hot sperm into
my willing orifices and I sucked and swallowed greedily on Bobby's pulsing
cock as Henry's stiff member throbbed in my ass.  In a flash they crumpled
away from me and two other individuals took their place.  I was the object
of all kinds of names and epitaphs as they each took their turns with me.
But I was uncaring as I would momentarily open my eyes to see a cock
standing straight up next to me and I would let go of the one in my mouth
and attack the new one.  I reached at the waving cocks and stroked them
while I sucked on another.  All this time, I kept my ass swaying high in the
air, perversely inviting any cock to enter.  I was out of control.  The
process was repeated until I, still kneeling, looked around and saw Bobby,
sitting on a stool.  Only him and I remained.  Everybody else had satisfied
their own personal wants and needs and I guess went on to better things in
the barrio.  I stood up and wavered on my wobbling legs.  My hands and knees
were black with oil and dirt and rivulets of sperm trickled down the back of
my legs.  My ass-hole appeared to be tingling and throbbing from the
lingering pain.  I have no idea how long we were in that garage but I know
for sure that I swallowed at least eight loads of cum and had my ass fucked
twelve times - I counted.    
	I looked over at Bobby, he bowed his head and looking down said, "Come on,
I'll walk with you awhile.  You don't want to run into any other vatos do
you?  And wipe your chin, it's got something on it."  I touched my lower
face and feeling thick cold cum smeared all over my chin, the side of my
cheek and down my neck, I wiped it hastily with the front of my T-shirt.     
	We walked in silence and after a few blocks he said,  "What's your name?
I'm Bobby."
	"Yeah, I know.  Mine's Boof."  I replied.
	"Boof!!  What does that mean?"  he asked.
	"I don't know.  Somebody started calling me that one time and it stuck." I
replied.  
	We walked further without anymore questions or words.  Exhaling a big sigh,
he finally said,  "Doesn't it bother you to suck a cock?  I mean only women
do that.  Of course, only the whores.  I, mean not that you're a whore.  A
whore gets paid for doing that and you......Ah, I mean... Well, you know.
Like I've heard stories about queers liking it but I really wasn't sure.
Like I've never really known one, you know, except you.  You are a queer, right?
	"Yeah," I said in indignation.
	Continuing, he said,  "Boy, taking it up the ass must really hurt, right?
I mean, I've never had anything up my ass but I can just imagine the pain.
Boy, you sure looked like you enjoyed it.  Did you, really? 
	"Yeah, I like it and it does hurt but I don't know - it hurts.....good.  I
mean, it's kind of hard to explain.  All I know is that I like to have a
hard cock up my ass.  What can I say?  It just feels good."  I said slightly
embarrassed.
	Turning around and walking backwards, while facing me, he said,  "Hey, tell
you what.  I'll walk you almost to your barrio and make sure you get home
safe if you come back tomorrow and let me fool around with you, okay?"  I
thought, to myself sarcastically, OH! How nice!  But didn't say a word.  I
remembered his stiff cock and considered accepting the novel proposition.
As he spoke, we approached a little corner neighborhood grocery store and I
noticed another bunch of hoodlums milling around outside drinking beer, out
of quart sized bottles and they waved at him.  He waved back sort of
ignoring them and said,  "See, I live right there."  pointing to a small
forlorn looking little house almost across the street.  "My mom's never home
and we'll have the house all to ourselves."  he said stopping,  "What do you
think?"
	I kept walking a few steps, looking at his house until I noticed he wasn't
next to me and I stopped and turned around, asking,  "What's wrong?"
	"Well, you want me to walk with you or not.  I live here, remember?" he
answered.
	"Oh, yeah."  I said.  Taking time to think about a possible run-in with
another group of hoodlums tonight, versus a good fuck tomorrow, I glanced at
the group on the corner and easily concurred,  "Sure, come on, walk with me."
	"What about tomorrow?  Can I see you about two o'clock?" he asked.
 	"Yeah, I'll come by."  I answered.  He still didn't move and then after
awhile, he said sheepishly,  "Got another pair of those panties, you could
wear tomorrow?  I'm sorry about the ones I tore but I got carried away."  I
thought, so he's the one that tore them as I nodded my head in assent.  
	As promised, he walked with me not only into the barrio but all the way
home.  Walking with me all the way to Elvira's fence, he stood there as I
unlocked the door and went inside.  When I looked out the window, he was
gone.  I wondered, I hope he doesn't run into a gang.  I laughed, shit, this
barrio doesn't have any gangs.  And I laughed louder as I thought, if we do,
I hope they fuck him and went to bed giggling.
	The following afternoon, I walked to his house at a rapid pace praying I
didn't run into any of the small gangs that roamed the neighborhoods in
search of trouble to get into.  As I neared his house, I saw him from a
distance sitting on the porch steps.  His wet hair was plastered back as
though he'd just bathed or showered.  Waving, he got up as I approached and
said,  "It's a little past two.  I was getting ready to go look for you.
You okay?"
	"I'm fine." I answered.
	He opened the screen and we walked in.  He had taken just three steps
inside the house when he turned around and asked, "What color panties are
you wearing? You are wearing some, right?
	"Yeah, they're white, why?  I asked a little confused.  
	"Good, Come in here and put this on," he said, walking into what appeared
to be a bedroom.  After glancing around the room, I followed him and he was
standing by the bed holding what seemed to be a woman's full slip.  The kind
modest women always wear under their clothes.
	I took it and looking at it wondered, why this - it was extremely large?
He immediately urged,  "Come on, take off you clothes and put it on, I
thought you might like it.  Something wrong with it?  
	"No, it's okay."  I said, thinking wild thoughts about the potential that
he might want me to wear some other feminine clothes and I thought of the
perfect source - Elvira's closet.   
	I stripped and pulled on the slip.  After I arranged it properly, I faced
him and he frowned saying, "Shit, it's too big.  I guess my mom's kind of
fat."  I tried to control my reactions and not laugh but I almost lost it,
when all of a sudden, we both burst laughing.  Sitting on the bed, he said,
"Come over here, baby."  and I walked around to him and stood in between his
legs.  Putting his arms around me, he massaged my butt through the satiny
slip material, gathering it with his fingers and bunching it up until he was
touching me panty sheathed ass.  Rubbing his hands all over my ass, he stood
up and bending slightly, searched for my lips and kissed me.  I froze,
backing away a little.  I wasn't expecting this type of tenderness.  I
expected a more of a - "Wham, bam, thank you, mam" - type thing.  He opened
his mouth and stuck his tongue in.  I tasted the slight tinge of toothpaste
on it.  I softly sucked on his wet hot tongue and he shoved it further into
my mouth, drawing it in and out and around.  As he withdrew his tongue, I
gently sucked in as much of his breathe as I could inhale.  After I had
sucked in as much air as I possibly could, he moved back with a stunned look
on his face and said deeply inhaling, "OOOOH, Baby, you sure can kiss.
Damn, I'm super hot.  Check out my big boner."
	Looking down, I notice his khaki pants, bulging with the outline of his
cock.  I reached down and massaged it through the material.  I delicately
pushed on his chest and he sat down, leaning back on his elbows.  I took the
top of his pants with one hand and with the other slowly lowered his zipper.
He wasn't wearing any underwear and I easily reached in and took out his
stiff hot cock.  I knelt between his legs, looked up at him, lowered my
head.  I opened my mouth, started to go down on him.  He reached over, put
his hand on my shoulder and said,  "No, stop! I don't really want that.  I
want your ass instead.  Come on, lie down on the bed."  he continued as he
got up and helped me off my knees carefully pushing me on the bed.  I lay
down with the slip bunched around my waist and he lay next to me and took it
off.  We embraced and passionately kissed.  I could feel his hot sweaty
hand, rubbing my upper thigh, creeping under the panty's elastic band,
headed to my ass-hole.  He found it and probed forcefully into the still
sensitive orifice with his dry finger.  I winced and said,  "OW! That hurts."
	"Shit! I'm sorry.  I just got carried away."  he said as he started to get
up,  "Wait don't move.  I'll be right back.  Don't do anything.  Just stay
still."  he yelled running into the other room.  In a spilt second, he
returned with a large bottle of  some sort of body lotion and said,  "Here,
turn over, we'll try this."  I turned over on my stomach and he peeled my
panties completely off.  He squirted some lotion on his fingers and applied
it to my sore puckered hole.  It felt cold and oily, but intensely
pleasurable as he slid his finger easily in and out.  Very quickly, the
passion inside me started to heat up.  I slightly raised my butt to meet his
probing  finger.  "MMMMM. that feels good." I breathed out.  He continued
his probing  movements.  The fire went a little higher and my heated passion
started to simmer.
	"OOOOH, yes!  Do it!  It feels good."  I panted, curving my ass up into his
finger.  He continued relentlessly, not stopping his continued digital
sawing action into my ass.  The fire went up another notch and my passion
started to boil.  I was now thrashing up and down on the bed, thrusting my
ass up to meet his finger's downward motion.  Wanting more, I shrieked,
"OOOH, YES! YES! DO IT!  YES, DO IT! OOOH! IT FEELS SO GOOD!  FUCK ME,
BOBBY!  PLEASE, FUCK ME, NOW!"  Heeding my appeals, he with drew his finger
and hopped on the bed.  Opening my legs wide as he could, he positioned
himself between them and lowered himself, simultaneously entering my
ass-hole in one sudden motion.   The intense pain rippled through my body
and I screamed, burying my face in the pillow trying to muffle my sounds.
He never stopped and buried his cock deep within my ass, holding it in until
he started moaning and then I felt his cock throbbing deep inside, flooding
my bowels with cum.  I clenched and released my ass muscles around his
throbbing cock, milking it empty as I battered myself violently against his
body.  He had been supporting his weight off me on his arms but moments
after his ejaculation, I felt his full body weight as he collapsed fully on
top of me.  I lay there suffocating with all his dead weight on top of me.
I tried to move and finally tried to push him off, saying,  "Get off!!
you're too heavy.  I can't breathe."  Without a word he rolled over and lay
next to me heavily panting.  	
	We lay there on the bed for a while, he on his back gasping and me on my
stomach panting.  The only sound that could be heard was our mixed heavy
breathing and a clock ticking loudly from the dresser.  Occasionally, I
could hear a car horn sound far in the distance.  I stirred and lazily
turned and looked at the clock.  It was exactly two-thirty.  I thought,
Shit! I've been here only thirty minutes and its over.  I couldn't believe
it.  I spent more time in my bathroom accomplishing the preliminaries
(enema/bath/body lotion/powder) for this encounter and after less than
thirty minutes its over.  I couldn't believe it.  What happened?  I turned
and looked at Bobby and he just lay there softly breathing.  If I didn't
know any better, I would've sworn he was snoring lightly.  I looked down at
his cock and it looked small, weak and puny.  It was all shriveled up,
drooped over on its side with its little head lying in a little pool of
drying cum.  I thought, I wonder if he can do it again later.  What if he
doesn't want to?  What if I leave and he wanted to?  I turned and looked at
Bobby's face again.  His mouth was hanging open as he had fallen into a deep
slumber.  I considered getting dressed and leaving but I didn't know what
to.  I got up and looked out the window.  As I peered out the window, I
noticed the same group of hoodlums from last night standing around the
little store.  Instantaneously, I  figured, Naw, I'll just stay here awhile
or maybe I'll wake up Bobby.   
	I saw my panties on the floor and wondering how they got there, picked them
up and put them on.  I thought, I'm glad I wore them, Bobby seemed real
pleased.  I crawled  back on the bed with Bobby as he lay in the middle of
the bed and snuggled up close against him, draping my arm across his chest
and my leg over his legs.  He slowly stirred and then violently pushed me
away from him knocking me completely off the bed, slamming my head on the
wall next to us.  
	At first, I sat there, stunned.  Realizing what had just happened, I felt
overwhelmed by surprise and astonishment and finally felt deeply offended by
the vicious rejection.  To my amazement, my shock and resentment turned to
seething anger in less than a couple of seconds.  From zero-to-bitch in less
the six seconds.  I was furious!  I jumped up and stared at him.  He had
turned over and was curled up in a fetal position still breathing deeply.  I
raged in anger as I stomped around the room.  Looking at him as I paced, I
boiled in an uncontrollable frenzied madness.  OOOOOH!!!, I thought, you
miserable, sorry, son-of-a-bitch!!  Just who the fuck do you think you are,
my thoughts screamed in my head.  After you fuck me and kiss me, you push me
away like a piece of trash?  OOOOOH! You sorry mother-fucker, I screamed in
my mind.  My fists, trembling at my sides, were clenched in tight balls with
my fingernails digging into my palms.  
	Finally, I lost it completely and acted.  Yelling,  "BOBBY! WAKE UP!!" I
did something I never thought I would ever do to anyone.  I slapped him hard
on his naked butt that the slap left a stinging sensation on my hand and a
bright red angry hand imprint at the sight of impact.  I really didn't know
I could generate that level of anger and I didn't know how he would react,
but his reactions were the last thing on my mind.  I didn't give a shit.  No
one was going to treat me like that.  He jumped up and out of bed in one
split-second motion, rubbing the sight of the impression and looking at me
in bewilderment with his mouth gaping.           
	I didn't wait for him to speak.  I shouted at the top of my lungs,  "WHAT
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?  I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD TREAT ME LIKE THAT.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME TO LEAVE AND I'LL GO.  YOU DON"T HAVE TO PUSH ME
AWAY.  I DIDN'T COME OVER HERE FOR A NAP, YOU KNOW!  My voice cracked as I
yelled.  I guess because of the rage, my eyes started to water and tears
streamed down my face.  I angrily wiped them away and got even angrier cause
I couldn't control the flow of tears.  I looked around for my shirt, pants
and shoes but my eyes were blurred from the tears.  I could make out the
objects on the floor but blurry-eyed, I couldn't distinguish distance.  My
anger increased as I groped at them but couldn't feel them.   I dropped on
my knees and felt for them eventually grabbing everything in a bundle.  I
stood up and threw it on a chair picking up the shirt, trying to put it on.
It was twisted and half inside-out.  The more I struggle with it, the more
tangled it got.   
	Suddenly, Bobby grabbed my hands and held them tightly. I guess he thought
I would start swinging.  I turned and stared at him.  "Hey!!  he said
calmly,  "What's wrong.  Don't cry!  Tell me why you're mad.  What happened?
I don't want you to be mad at me!  What happened?"
	"WHAT HAPPENED?"  I yelled.  "YOU........  he pressed a finger up to my
lips and said,  "SSSHHH!  There's no need to yell.  I'm right here in front
of you."  I noticed a calm deadly-sounding tone of his voice and I quieted
down.  "Well, "  I sniffed, continuing at a subdued level,  "I.....I tried
to hug you and you just pushed me away, knocking me off the bed,"  and fully
aware that I was pushing my luck but still very aggravated, I pushed him as
hard as I could, and said, "Like this!"  He tumbled back tripping and
falling, hitting a bedpost, bouncing off it and onto the floor, rolling
over.   He appeared comical, flailing his arms trying to get support and/or
control of his balance, but it appeared that the more he tried, the clumsier
he got.  Unknowingly, he had comically maximized a balancing act in his
attempt not to fall.  As he hit the floor and rolled over, he came to a
sudden stop and wound up, staring at me.  He lay there propped on his elbows
as though his gymnastics had been a well choreographed dance recital and he
was waiting for applause.  My eyes widened and I stood there, paralyzed.
Though it seemed comical, I felt sort of sad but at the same time, I wanted
to laugh, too.  My feelings were a mixture of exhilaration, hostility, and
compassion.  I didn't know which emotion to let overtake me.  I wondered if
he was mad or maybe hurt.  I didn't think I had pushed him that hard.
Actually, I had never pushed anybody in any manner or fashion.  Human
contact in any form of physical combat was something that I had never been
part of, I hated brutality and had a deadly fear of pain as the result of
fighting.  I had never been in any kind of brawl.
	We stared at each other, maintaining eye contact.  He broke out in a smile
and at the same, both of us burst out laughing.  "Damn! Boof, you don't have
to get physical,"  he said, struggling to get up.  Feeling bad and
regretting my actions, I hurried to him and tried to help him up.  I grabbed
his arm and lifted, he was heavy and he stood up huffing and puffing.  "Are
you okay?"  I asked nervously.   
	"Yeah, I'm fine"  he said still laughing,  "Boy, remind me never to really
piss you off.  I could get hurt real bad."  turning to face me, he said in a
serious tone,  "Look, I'm real sorry if I pushed you.  Really, I am.  I'm
just not used to having anyone in bed with me.  I guess I must have been
asleep cause I sure as hell don't remember, but if you say I did, I must
have, cause you were really pissed.  But, I'm sorry, okay.  I really am."
	I shrugged and said,  "Sure, I'll get over it." 
	"What do you mean?  Are you still mad?  I mean, I said I was sorry.  I
didn't mean it.  Hey, I'm sorry, okay?", he whined in a high pitched voice.
	"ALRIGHT, ALREADY!"  I said surprised at his apparent concern.  "I'm not
mad or upset and YOU'RE SORRY, okay?" I said, smiling at the way the
sentence came out.  He grinned broadly in agreement.  
	Later on as we sat on the porch, him on the steps and me on an old chair,
we talked for awhile about trivial things.  He had explained earlier that
his lack of control during our sexual romp was only because of the
anticipation of waiting for me and that he would was sure he could restrain
himself next time.  I thought, next time?  Whoever said anything about a
next time?  He had apparently already made up his mind and without even
asking had established the time and date - next week, same time, same place
by injecting the dates into our conversation.  He had also manipulated into
the conversation the color of my panties and had decided on black. He
figured I could provide something feminine to wear by borrowing it from my
from my sisters since they were smaller than his mom.  I agreed on the
condition that I had the prerogative to change or cancel the date if
something came up at home, I had already explained how strict my family was.
Of course I failed to provide little details of who they were strict with.
My sisters could not date until they were eighteen years old and could only
on go out Saturday having to be home by eleven o'clock.  This ruled applied
to all of them even though they were in their late teens.  I, on the other
hand, was alot younger but could stay out late.  This double standard
applied to the majority of the Hispanic families.  I believe my parents felt
I couldn't possibly get in trouble since I couldn't pregnant.  What a concept!  
	I finally told him had I had to leave and he asked me to come inside for
one minute.  "What for?"  I asked and he said,  "Please? just one minute."
Nodding my head, he opened the door and we walked inside.  As soon as we
entered, he turned around and grabbed me, passionately kissing me and
squeezing me hard against his body.  WOW! I thought, this dude full of
surprises.  We stopped kissing and holding me tightly against him, he said,
"I know you have to leave and I'll see you next week but I had to kiss
before you left, okay?
	Smiling and kidding, I said,  "Sure but you could've kissed me outside, I
don't mind.",  fully aware of his hoodlum friends milling around the corner
store.
	"Hey, we can't do that outside." he said in a surprised tone.
	"Why not?" I asked brazenly,  "You think your friends will see you and
think you're queer of something?  You know, kissing another guy?  Hell, you
already fucked me, the least you can do is kiss me." and I laughed still
teasing. 
	His warm facial expression changed into a dark somber evil-looking mask.
He turned me around in one sudden motion and slammed me hard against the
wall with my head thumping loudly against it.  I fluttered my eyes trying to
focus them as I saw bright lights flashing before them.  He pressed his
forehead on mine with such intense pressure that I thought my head would
burst.  I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side.  With my eyes
closed, I could still see the flashing lights.  I could also feel his hot
heavy breathing on my ear.  Whispering in a harsh deep angry tone,  he
slowly said,  "I'm not a queer, damn it!  If I ever, ever hear you say
anything like that, I'll..... At the sound of the threat, I generated and
felt such a streak of anger and rage that surprised me but I turned and
faced him, snarling and spitting in his face, I said,  "You'll what?  Beat
the shit out of me?  Get your buddies to kick my ass and make me suck their
cocks?  Bobby, if you ever touch me in anger, you'll never see me again.
Not only will you never see me again but I'll tell all those guys outside
that you brought me over here and fucked and kissed me.  Yes, Bobby, KISSED
ME!  What do you suppose they'll think, Bobby."  I waited for an answer
breathing heavily into his face.  I felt the tightness of his grip slowly
loosen.  "ANSWER ME, BOBBY,"  I sternly demanded,  "NOW!"  without waiting
for an answer, I said, "FUCK YOU, BOBBY!" and pushing him away, moved
towards the door.  He tenderly grabbed my arm and said,  "Wait, Boof, please!!"
	"YEAH, WAIT - WAIT ON MY ASS, BOBBY!  I'M HISTORY"  and I shook off his
hand and flung the screen-door open.  I sped out the door, jumping the porch
steps and hit the sidewalk running.  I heard him faintly call one more time,
pleading to stop, but I knew he wouldn't follow - his type crowd that was
milling across the street might see him.  They looked my way and waved at me
as I run out.  Making sure they all saw me, I waved back.  
	As this point, to clarify some possible misconceptions about male Hispanic
behavior and traditional roles, allow me to identify and explain some of our
more taken for granted social ethics related to homosexuality.  Hispanic
men, actually I believe it applies to most self-professed heterosexual men
regardless of racial background, try to make themselves believe that since
they are not the recipients (i.e. - passive/cock-suckers/drag queens) during
homosexual acts that they are not homosexual.  They adhere to the precept
that it is okay in some instances, to indulge in homosexual activities as
long as they remain the active participant (i.e. - active, assumes male
role)  and keep their homosexual desires covert.  Though not above their
capacity, queer bashing, does occurs, however homosexual activity by a
supposedly heterosexual male with a willing homosexual partner, as a sexual
outlet or as a recreational pastime only, is usually accepted by his peers.
Joint or group sexual activities usually occur since at that time, the group
can urge each other on providing the approval required - Hey, if you're
doing it I guess it's alright.  It is considered more acceptable by the
peers for the passive partner to appear feminine, dress feminine or to be a
full drag queen since it promotes the excuse - Hey, he really looks like a
woman.     	
	Still inexperienced and lacking full understanding of this type of
lifestyle,  I ran all the way home thinking, you must not think you're
queer, Bobby, and maybe you aren't but if I ever get horny and I come
looking for you, I know you'll be there waiting.  I just know it.   



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Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 19:24:26 UTC
From: Boof <an361967@anon.penet.fi>
To: mercury

Bobby's Girl					                                               (Story F)

	Time passes when you're having fun.  At least that's what they say.  I, for
one, was having a good time.  I spent countless hours at Elvira's trying on
and modeling her clothes, playing with her make-up, combing my hair and
her's and the most difficult part - walking around in her shoes.  During the
week-ends, I would happily trudge off to the ice-house, all powdered up and
squeaky-clean.  I made sure that I didn't leave the security of the barrio
but occasionally forgot and ventured into downtown to a park near the YMCA.
Life was good to me and I relished in what I was doing.    
	One or two months went by, maybe three, I really don't remember, I but
continued to "work" the icehouse at a profitable return, that is until
Elvira saw me getting off a car one late Saturday night.  
	I heard her husky voice yelling in a deep roar, "BOOF, YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!"
GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"  She was standing at the corner of the building
next to a tall guy wearing a big cowboy.  I waved and smiling ran to meet
her, saying,  "Hi! Elvie, what are  you doing here?"  Without a warning she
grabbed my arm and dragged me behind the building with the cowboy walking
behind us smiling.  "You little slut," she hissed and in one long breathe
said, "You've been sucking cocks and getting it up the ass for money haven't
you?  I knew someone was taking my tricks but I never thought it was you.
When I heard it was a boy that looked like a girl I considered you but I
thought, Naw not him.  What the fuck is wrong with you?  Do you have any
idea what kind of trouble you can get into?  I immediately started to lie
saying,  "No, Elvie, I was only..... and she shook me yelling,  "Don't lie,
Boof, or else our secret promise is history and I'll talk to your mom." she
said shaking me.  I panicked and my lower lip started to tremble.  "Tell me
the truth!" she said shaking me again.  I said,  "Okay! Okay! So I sucked a
guy's cock, big deal? You do it, I've seen you!"  The cowboy asked,  "Who's
the kid? Elvie?"  She answered without looking at him,  "My little brother.
Got lost!  I'll see you tomorrow."  As the cowboy turned and walked away, he
muttered,  "Must run in the family."
	Elvira half-pulled half-dragged me to her house reading me the riot act.
Telling me the horrors of prison and how after cops know you're queer, they
pick on you and haul your ass in just so you can service the inmates and
keep them  happy and content, and of course, all the shame I would go
through with my family if I got caught.  	
	When we got to her house, we went inside and she continued ranting and
wanting to all the details.  She was pissed.  I told her about running into
some guys in the other barrio, about how they beat my friend.  She knew
about that cause I saw her at the hospital where he spent two months or so.
I told her they were going to kill me if I didn't suck their cocks.  I guess
due to the condition my friend was left in, she sort  of believed me.
However, I changed the facts a little and told her that Bobby had saved my
life and I felt obligated to show him some sort of appreciation though I
didn't say exactly what type and ended up saying that I gave him a hand-job
and it was so "nice", I sucked his dick later.  Then I related the story
about the guys taking a "leak" and that I only gave them hand-jobs, and
blow-jobs.  She bought it - hook, line, and sinker.  She appeared concerned
and though apparently satisfied she remained visibly upset about what I had
done.
	For weeks afterwards, we had many question and answer sessions.  I don't
recall the exact content but she pieced together the clues I maneuvered into
my questions and accepted the fact that I was queer.   
	One day as I turned the cornered the fence coming from her house, I was
startled by a loud PSSSSST.  I looked around and didn't see anything.
PSSSST it went again.  I looked towards the back of the fence and I saw
Bobby standing by alley entrance.  He started walking towards me and as he
approached me said,  "Hey , Boof what's the scoop?"  "Hi, Bobby"  I said as
casually as I could.
	Looking furtively around he said, "Say, Babe, why don't you go visit me.  I
sure would like to see you.  I haven't seen you in almost three months.  I
passed by here a bunch of times but I haven't been able to catch you.  I
heard your friend is okay, sorry about that."
	"I'm okay,"  I said, getting pissed off just thinking about my friend.  He
had suffered quite a bit from all types of injuries.  "What do you want?
Anybody sees you here and they might jump you."  I said angrily, and exactly
as I said it, four neighborhood punks turned the corner of the alley.  
	They never acknowledged or talked to me but I was part of this barrio and
by birth, one of their home boys, a "homie or homes" as they called each
other.   Immediately Bobby straightened up, they neared us, they slowed down
and walked by real slow, eyeing Bobby suspiciously.  "Hey, Boof, how's it
hanging, homie?" asked one of them, named Roger and they all stopped.  I was
getting ready to say something real cool, I think, when not waiting for my
answer and looking at Bobby, Juan, a real bully, said,  "Hey Ese, who are
you?  I've never seen you in this barrio,"  I turned to look at Bobby, who
had assumed a pose of arrogance and defiance.  Thrusting his chest out with
his head held high and thrown back, he said,  "What the fuck's it to you,
cabron?  You can't stop me from passing through."  I thought, holy shit!!
What the hell is wrong with him.  There's four of them and one of him.
They'll kick his ass.  Before I knew it, Juan had a long shiny knife in his
hand and he said,  "Maybe not mother-fucker, but I can make it hard for you
to get to the other side."  
	I have no idea where he got it or when he took it out but Bobby moved his
arm up slowly and a shiny six or seven inch blade appeared in his hand.   I
thought, this shit-heads are crazy.  Bobby will never get out alive.  "Well
then come on, Ese, let's see how tough you can make it."  Bobby stated
fearlessly.  
	Thinking fast, I blurted,  "Wait a minute, Juan.  This is Bobby, a friend
of my cousin, Margie.  You know, Tony's little sister.  They live over by
(and I placed them in the vicinity of Bobby's house) the junior high.
What's wrong with you, man?  Boy, if Tony ever finds out, he's gonna be
pissed."  Actually there was no way the