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Thursday AM, January 28, 1999

King Joe (Mm, Mf, cons)

Written by silentkiller

This story contains graphic sexual content and should not be viewed by minors under any circumstances.

I'll admit it, I'm bisexual. And while I'm admitting that, I'll also admit that I like to admire the, shall we say, younger people around me. But now I'm going to have to admit some much weirder stuff in the course of telling this story.
It started when I was at the park watching kids at the skateboard ramp. I know that seems weird, a 25-year-old guy watching kids ten years younger than him, but nobody really thought anything of it. I used to skate at the ramp myself before I busted my knee and then got too old. Plus I never made a pass at any of these kids. They thought I was cool and they trusted me.
One in particular caught my eye; a new kid who I'd never seen before. Physically, he was like the others: medium height, skinny, hair under a baseball cap, baggy shorts and T-shirt. But his face! He was so beautiful ... a clear-eyed angel with soft cheeks and full lips.
After an hour or so of this, a couple of the kids came over to talk to me. We'd talked before, and they knew they could get me to buy them beer or cigarettes for them. The new kid tagged along behind them.
"Hey Owen ... what's up," said one kid, a dark-skinned, shaven-headed boy named Earl.
"Nothin, what's up with you guys?"
"Can you make a run for us? Get us a couple of 40s?"
"Sure thing. Got money?"
The kids pulled wadded bills out of their pockets and passed them over. I took their money, went to the store, picked up a couple of Old English 40-ounce bottles and headed back. They were waiting for me when I got back. As usual, they handed me their backpacks and I dropped the 40s inside, then passed the bags back.
"You guys need a ride back into town? I'm headed back," I offered.
"Nah, we're stayin," Earl said.
"Hey, do you think you can give me a lift?" asked the new kid. He had a sweet, high-pitched voice. I revised my estimate of his age: probably 12 or 13 instead of 14-16, which was the average age of most of these kids.
"Sure, hop in. My name's Owen."
"I'm Joe."
And that was how I first met Joe. We drove back to the center of town and I asked Joe where he needed to be dropped off. He kind of shrugged and asked to be let off near the strip, so I headed over in that direction. I lived there anyway, behind one of the more popular record stores. I told him where I was going and he said that was as good as anywhere else.
I pulled into my driveway and said, "Well, see you later, Joe."
"Can I use your phone?" he asked shyly. I said it was no problem and so he followed me into my apartment.
I tossed him the portable phone and he made a quiet phone call while I started playing Tekken on my Playstation. He hung up and came into my tiny living room.
"Cool ... mind if I play?"
I told him to sit down and play if he wanted to get his ass kicked. But the joke was on me; Joe was a Tekken pro and beat my ass shamelessly. I gave up quickly and tried my other fighting games. A few hours later, I gave up. Joe was too good.
"Do you have this shit at home or something?"
Joe nodded.
"Do you do anything else but play fighting games?" I was laughing at this point.
Joe shrugged and grinned.
"Well, I'm hungry now. I'm gonna order a pizza. Want to get in on it?"
Joe nodded. While I made the call, he pulled out a couple of bucks and tossed them on the coffee table. When I hung up, he softly apologized and said that was all he had. It was no big deal, really, and I told him so.
Again, a couple of hours passed. We played some more Playstation games while waiting for the pizza, then we watched one of my sci-fi movies while we ate.
The movie ended and I realized it was dark outside. "Joe, don't you need to go home?"
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, looking a bit stricken.
"No, I don't mind, I was just going to hang out anyway." Actually, I had rented a couple of good porn flicks earlier and I wanted to watch them and beat off alone. But what the hell, the kid had to leave eventually.
The idea of fooling around with Joe never occurred to me. Sure, I was attracted to teenagers sometimes, but I also knew that it was a dangerous game to play. I knew better than to try something which might land me in jail for years, or worse. So at this point in the evening my thoughts were still pure, though I still privately swooned whenever I gazed at Joe's beautiful face, or surreptitiously glanced at his smooth calves.
"So it's OK if I hang out? Because I really, uh, don't have any place to go."
"What do you mean?"
And then it all came out -- his screwed up parents, the fact that his overbearing dad hated him and his weak mom ignored him, they fought constantly, and so on. His phone call earlier had been to his mom, who seemed more annoyed than pleased to hear from her young son. His dad had been hollering in the background, so Joe guessed that once again he had interrupted one of their knock-down drag-out fights.
I told him a bit about my family life, leaving out most of the gory details, including my sexual awakening and eventual coming-out that had earned me a permanent ban from my father and eternal disapproval from my mother.
By the time we finished this lengthy confessional, it was nearly midnight. I stretched, yawned, and finished my cola. "Well, I'm going to bed, Joe. You can crash here if you want."
"Thanks." He took off his shoes and socks, then stretched out on the couch. I brought him an extra blanket and he smiled up at me, grateful and exhausted. I went to bed alone.

The next day, I woke up with a raging piss-hard. I went to the bathroom and struggled to drain the snake for several minutes. Long after I finally succeeded, I was still erect. I went into the living room and caught Joe watching one of my rented porno videos.
"Hmm ... enjoying that, are you?" I asked.
Joe smiled and nodded. He was sitting upright with the blanket thrown over his whole body. His hand was obviously moving rhythmically over his crotch, jacking off. Wow. Well shit, I guess he was cool with the whole scenario, so I plopped down next to him. On the screen was a black-haired vixen enthusiastically sucking cock. Wow again.
"Mind if I join you?" I murmured. Joe smiled and nodded again. I whipped my hard cock out of my pants and immediately started pounding it.
We watched the porn in silence. We kept up our masturbation through the cum shot ending that scene, and when another blowjob scene got going, I turned to Joe and asked the question.
In retrospect, I'm not sure why I asked. I'm a cautious guy by nature, and as you already know, my policy is not to fool around with the kiddies, just to watch and dream. But Joe was being so forward that I dared to ask.
"Hey Joe ... you wanna blow me?"
He actually said, "Thought you'd never ask," and then leaned over, grasped my shaft, and sucked the whole thing into his mouth.
"Oohhh, shiiiiit," I moaned as his lips touched my nut sack. The kinky little bastard was deep-throating me already. There wasn't much to deep-throat -- my cock is only about five inches long -- but he took to it like a pro. I put my hand on his back and rubbed him while he sucked me.
His small hands stroked my shaft and rubbed my nuts while he sucked, up and down, up and down, really treating me right. I held his neck and started to fuck his face, and he let out little grateful moans with each stroke.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm gonna cum, Joe, right in your fucking mouth," I gasped. He was able to moan "mm, hmm" around my cock before I started filling his mouth with hot jizz.
Joe swallowed rapidly to keep up with my spurts. When I finished, he sat upright and then fell back against the couch with his eyes shut. "That was great," he whispered.
"Let me do you now," I said, and reached to pull the blanket off of his lap.
"No, don't!" he cried, sitting up quickly and grabbing my wrist. "Please, don't. OK?"
I was surprised by his sudden vehemence. "OK, dude, no problem, it's OK. I mean, I really liked what you did, I just wanted to, you know, pay you back."
"No. I mean, no, I just wanted to you know, do that for you."
"OK. That's cool."
We sat back and watched the rest of the porn video in silence. My cock was still out of my pants, laying limp in my lap, a little sticky with goo from the wondrous blowjob Joe had blessed me with. When the video ended, I told Joe to put in the other one. He tossed the blanket off and got up to switch the tapes. I noticed that his button was open but his fly was up. The next tape was all bi action, and the very first scene showed two guys getting with a girl. One guy fucked her from behind while the other guy fucked her face.
"I wish I could do that," Joe said.
I was starting to get hard again. "Me too," I said. "I think I'm gonna beat off again. Is that cool?"
Joe nodded. "Me too." His hand crept under the blanket again, and within a few minutes the wrist and arm motions started again.
I kept glancing at him while we both watched the porn video. The sight of this beautiful, lithe, slightly feminine teenager beating off next to me was extremely thrilling, right in line with my wildest fantasies. My cock popped back up to full erection in no time at all, and I sat back to really beat my meat.
The porn changed to a scene where a guy was fucking a woman from behind while another guy was fucking him in the ass. "Do you want to suck me again?" I asked.
Joe was silent for a second. "Naw ... how about if you, uh, you know ..."
Perverse hope welled up within me. Was he asking me to do what I thought he was asking me to do? "What, Joe?"
"Well ... want to, uh, fuck me?"
"Sure." I tried to conceal my excitement.
Underneath the blanket, Joe took off his baggy pants and kicked his shoes across the room. "One condition ... no reach around, OK? Don't touch my dick, OK?"
"OK ... OK," I said, nodding real fast.
"And turn off the lights. And close the blinds," he asked.
I stood up and took off my pants, then walked across the room with my cock bouncing around. I turned out the lights and closed the blinds, then got back on the couch with Joe. He crawled out from under the blanket in such a way that I never saw his cock, ending up on his hands and knees with his bare ass sticking out. He even still had his underwear on -- it was just pushed down far enough to expose his asshole. I couldn't even see his nuts.
I wet my finger with saliva and started rubbing the rim of his ass with it to open him up. I thought that Joe must have a really tiny dick to be so goddamn insecure about it. Maybe it was scarred or something. I would have to talk to him about it, assure him that I would love to suck his cock no matter what it looked like. Hell, maybe it was a huge horse dong and he was ashamed of it. That would be nice.
When his rectum was nice and relaxed, I pressed my dick head against the puckered hole. To my surprise, Joe exhaled, and as he did, the little rosy ring opened right up. I was able to push the head of my cock inside with no problem.
Joe's muffled voice came from the couch pillow where he had buried his head: "Go ahead, Owen ... I've done it before."
I slowly slid in my full length until my hips were pressed firmly against his. He moaned and sighed with pleasure, while I shuddered, nearly overcome with the sheer fucking perverse pleasure of the whole thing. This kid couldn't have been any older than 13, and here I was plumbing the depths of his ass. This went beyond any kind of fantasy I'd ever had before.
I started to fuck him, working up a slow rhythm, making sure that I pushed forward all the way in and pulled nearly all the way out. It was a really great fuck. Joe was into it, too, flexing his ass muscles, pushing his hips up and back towards me, moaning and begging to be fucked. Delicious. I couldn't believe it. Fucking incredible.
"Joe ... I'm gonna fucking cum soon. I can't hold it back much more."
"OK ... cum in my ass," I heard him whisper.
I obeyed him, increasing my pace, churning his buttery ass, relishing the tight, greased-rubber feeling. I held his waist as I plunged for the final time, grunting and gasping as my cock started filling his bowels up with my hot cum.
Joe started making high-pitched constant moans. He sounded like an eight-year-old girl getting a back massage: "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh," in a very high, childlike voice. Thrilling, just thrilling. I never wanted to pull my cock out of that delicious boy ass.
But eventually, after my cum my cock went limp and I had to pull away from Joe. I said, "Be right back," and went to the bathroom to wash up. I put on some fresh clothes and went back to the living room with a towel for Joe. He had already pulled up his pants and was sitting on the couch nonchalantly watching porn.
"Don't you want to, you know, clean up?" I asked.
He shrugged. "It's OK." On the screen was a huge hard cock being licked by a man and a woman.
"Want some lunch?"
"Sure."
I went into the kitchen to see what I had. Spaghetti seemed to be the easiest option, so I threw on some water to boil and went back to talk to Joe.
"Mind if we talk for a second?"
"Sure."
I turned off the porn video and sat there looking at Joe. He was still the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, but also the saddest. As much as I had enjoyed our sexual encounters, I wondered about him. Most kids would never blow an older man they'd just met, let alone take his cock in their asses. What was up with this kid?
I didn't know where to start, so I just jumped right into it. "Joe, where did you learn to have sex like that?"
"What, didn't you like it?"
"Yeah, I loved it, it was great!"
"Cool. What's the problem, then?"
"Well, no problem ... I was just curious."
He shrugged and looked away. "I've been around, you know ... in the park, and stuff."
He was referring to the many men's rooms in the park where gay men sucked and fucked each other all the time.
"OK, well ... that's cool, I guess. I've done that too, a lot."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I really liked it, too. I mean, I still do."
"Is that why you were in the park yesterday?"
I was taken aback. "Uh, kinda, not really, though. I was there to watch you guys skate. I used to skate."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"When you skated, were there any girl skaters?"
I did a double-take. That was a weird question.
"Yeah, a few. They were pretty good, too. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Joe looked away.
Then it hit me suddenly. I knew what was up with Joe. It was like a brief but bright flash of light. I blinked, then I suddenly saw Joe in a brand new light.
"My God, Joe, you're a girl!"
He -- she -- started, then stared at me with his -- her -- mouth open.
"Wha, wha, what do you mean? I'm not a girl!"
She said the word "girl" with such utter derision. It was all crystal clear now.
"Show me your dick, then."
"No way, dude!"
"You're a girl! Let me see your chest."
"I gotta go." Joe stood up and went across the room to get her shoes. She shoved them on her feet, grabbed her board, and would have dashed out the door if I hadn't grabbed her.
"Joe, listen to me. I know you're a girl. You hide from it. You dress in drag. Remember what you told me last night? Your mom is weak and your dad always gets his way. Women are weak. They just get run over. Especially in the skater scene, right? The girls I used to skate with had to be twice as good and five times as tough as the guys in order to be accepted. But you don't have to do that, do you? Nobody knows you're a girl, do they? Except your parents. That's why you're never home, right? And you're bisexual, right?"
I was guessing at this point, but the stunned, terrified look on Joe's face told me that I was right.
"Yeah, you're bisexual. And you came out to your parents, and your dad probably smacked you around. That's also why you're never home. You've probably made out with a bunch of Janes, right?" ("Janes" was skater slang for girls who liked to hang out with skateboarder boys.)
Joe nodded. Her lower lip was trembling and her eyes were filled with tears.
"But you can't go too far with them, because they'll find you out. So you fuck around with the men, too. You can't fuck around with boys your age because then they'll know you're a girl and they'll dis you. Is that why you came home with me, because you were horny?"
Joe burst into tears and fell against my chest. She dropped her skateboard and threw her arms around me, weeping and weeping. Through her ragged tears, she spoke in great heaving gasps:
"I didn't w-w-want to have sex at first b-b-but you were nice, and I was h-h-h-horny this morning ... I w-w-wanted you to l-like me so much!"
I held her and stroked her hair while she wept. "I do like you, Joe."
"B-b-but you don't l-l-like girls!" She peered up at me through a veil of tears. Her soft cheeks were smeared with wetness and her sweet lips were trembling.
"I do like girls. I like boys too. I'm bisexual, like you."
"R-r-really?"
"Yep."
She hugged me again, fiercely this time, then stepped back from me and quickly peeled her shirt off. "Owen ... can we ..."
I took her hand and led her back to my bedroom. We stopped to kiss passionately in the doorway, then we both quickly undressed. I jumped into the bed first and asked her to stand still.
"Let me look at you," I whispered. "You're beautiful."
Joe's slender form was a sight to behold. Her breasts were just starting to fill out, but her nipples gave her away: they were fat little knobs with thick nipples. Her waist curved inwards until her hips flared back out again, and her muscular thighs framed a very lovely pussy with tiny wisps of hair and a fat, protruding clit coming from between the narrow lips. She still looked very masculine, like a sexy butch dyke, but anybody seeing her from behind would never mistake her for a boy, despite her short hair and strong build.
"Come make love with me," I said, pulling her onto the bed.
"I want to fuck, not make love," she said, smiling and climbing on top of me. In a flash, she had reached down, seized my cock, and slid down its length.
"Uhhh ... oh God, Joe, that feels fucking great ... no condom?"
"I'm on the pill," she explained as she started grinding up and down.
The sight of this strong, nubile, androgynous teen on top of me was fucking incredible. Her hands pressed my arms down in a very dominant manner. Her knees clenched against my ribs and hips. And her pussy churned atop my cock. She leaned over to kiss me several times, but the kiss never lasted long: she would always sit back upright to look down into my eyes while we fucked.
"It'll be awhile before I can cum again, Joe," I warned. "Three times in a few hours is tough."
"I just want to feel your cock in my cunt," she breathed, savoring the obscene words, rolling them off her pointed little tongue.
I obliged her, pushing my hips up off the bed into her thighs, and she responded by rolling her ass against me, giving me incredible sensations. Her wetness covered my crotch, and I could feel what little pubic hair she had brushing against my abdomen. God, it was amazing. I'm getting hard just sitting here writing about it, so you can imagine how hard I was when it was actually happening to me.
She leaned over and kissed me, lightly at first, then deeply, with strength and feeling. I held her tightly as I plunged repeatedly into her body, my tongue in her mouth, my cock in her cunt. She was so wonderfully tight.
"You gonna cum soon?" Joe whispered in my ear.
"Yeah," I gasped.
"Cum in my mouth, OK?"
"OK."
When I felt the first twinges of ejaculation begin in my balls, I rolled Joe off of me. My cock popped out of her cunt and waved, glistening, in the air. I knelt over her and jacked off rapidly, rubbing the tight and shiny head of my cock all over her lips and cheeks. Then it happened: the first spurt blasted across her left cheek. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, and I managed to direct the remaining ejaculate onto her tongue as she licked the shaft of my cock. When I finished, I sagged down over Joe's body while she sucked on my shrinking cock. Finally, I couldn't hold myself upright any more and I collapsed on the bed next to her.
We sat in silence for a while. She was up on her elbow next to me, stroking my body, playing with my cock and balls. A realization came over me and I spoke: "You know, I've known a couple of drag queens, but I've never met a drag king."
"That's me," she said, smiling beautifully. "King Joe."