well I did your little search and didnt get the results you mentioned, until I manually went in and specifically asked for porn and adult oriented sites, which then made me electronically sign that I was about to enter protected content.
Then this came up.
I called home on a weekly basis to let my parents know how I was doing. I always felt a little guilty talking to them because there was so much I wasn't telling them. My mom would hand the phone to my dad, and he would always have this father-son tone and he'd ask something like "So, Tim, have you met anyone special yet?" I had met someone pretty special, but how could I tell him about it? "Yeah, Dad, I have. I'm madly in love with a cross-dressing drug dealer who just turned me on to LSD. But he's really smart, Dad. His teacher says he's a genius!" Somehow that didn't sound like what my dad wanted to hear. One day, about two weeks after that life-changing weekend when Donovan and I first had sex, he called me. "Hey Timothy, it's Sadie." He sounded a little scared. I was happy to hear his voice. "Hi Sadie! How are you?" "I'm kinda lost. I don't know where the hell I am. Can you come pick me up?" I started to get nervous. "What do you mean, kinda lost? What happened? Where are you?" "It's a long story. Can you just come and get me, please?" "I'm gonna find your brother and we're going to come get you right away!" I was starting to panic. "Just tell me where you are!" "No, don't tell my brother, please! I'm kinda embarrassed about getting lost. I don't want anyone to know." "Okay, but you gotta tell me where you are." Now I was really starting to panic. I was worried that somebody might have tried to abduct him. "I'm at a Texaco station on the corner of-" he paused. He must have been trying to read the street signs. "Corner of Lloyd and Washington." "Yeah, but what TOWN are you in?" "I think I'm in Broadhollow." "How the fuck did you get all the way over there?" "I don't know." "Look, don't go anywhere. Just stay right there. I'm on my way!" I jumped into the Buick, praying that this wouldn't be the day the car finally decided to quit. It was very hard to navigate to where Donovan had stranded himself. I had to ask a lot of people for directions. Finally I found the Texaco station. Donovan was waiting outside, wearing a girl's Rainbow Brite t-shirt and a plaid skirt. He was wearing pink flip-flops and his toenails were painted fire-engine red. He looked like a deranged schoolgirl. When Donovan got in the car, I asked him how he got lost. "Well, I ran out of rolling papers, so I decided to go to Leo's Deli, because that's the only place they'll sell them to me. But as I was walking, I saw a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup on the ground." He paused dramatically, waiting for my response. "So?" "So I ate it." "You mean you just ate some candy you found on the ground? That's so gross!" "It was still in the wrapper, so it was okay." He paused, thoughtfully. "Then I saw another one, about ten feet away. So I ate that one. And then there was an Almond Joy. You know, one of those bite-sized ones. So I ate that. Then I realized that somebody didn't just drop it ^Ö somebody had deliberately made a candy trail for me to follow. I wanted to find out where the trail led, so I kept eating and eating and following the trail and then I got lost. But there was something magical about it, like a mystical force had put me in the exact spot where the candy trail was, and I was destined to follow it to find out where it led." "Are you tripping or something? That's totally crazy! Some psychopath could have injected that candy with rat poison!" "No, I'm not tripping!" Donovan said, irritated. "And the candy isn't poisoned. At least, I don't think it is. It just made sense at the time. But the candy trail led to nowhere. And I got lost." He pulled out a handful of `fun-sized' candy bars that had a Halloween motif and `for little goblins' written on the packaging. "Want some?" "Jesus, Sadie! This candy is from LAST HALLOWEEN! I can't believe you ate this stuff!" "Tasted fine to me." I was envisioning a scene out of Alice in Wonderland. A boy notices he's out of rolling papers, so he puts on his best skirt and heads off to the corner store. Skipping along gaily, he spots a magical trail of candy on the sidewalk and starts eating it, getting hopelessly lost in the process. How bizarre was that? "Okay," I asked him, "how do we get back to your house from here?" "I kinda don't wanna go home right now. I was figuring we'd go back to your dorm and fuck." "We can do that. Donovan's staying with Rachel tonight. I got the whole room to myself." As I turned the Buick around, I could hear the muffler starting to drag. I tried to get back to the college the way I had come, but I didn't know the areas and we had to take some detours. We ended up on a main thoroughfare lined with numerous strip malls. "I'm kinda hungry. Can we stop and eat something?" "After all that candy?" "Yeah. Hey, can we eat there?" I looked to see where Donovan was pointing. We were approaching a Hooters. "You've gotta be kidding! I'm not taking you there!" "Oh come on! I wanna go!" I had been to a Hooters once before. It was a bachelor party. It was certainly not a place for a gay college student to take his transvestite lover. "But I got money from the rave! My treat!" "If you insist." I pulled into the Hooters parking lot, which was surprisingly full for a Saturday afternoon. When we got inside I found out why. The Saturday afternoon Hooters clientele, I discovered, was a lot different than the Saturday night crowd. The place was filled with kids. Actually, it was filled with uniformed Little League teams and Boy Scout troops, all brought there by their coaches and scoutmasters. I figured it was some sort of preteen male rite-of-passage thing. It was as noisy as an elementary school cafeteria in there. Our tanned, bleached and silicone-implanted waitress led us through the teeming masses of rambunctious little-league boys and found a small table for us near the window. "My, ain't you a pretty thing!" the waitress said to Donovan as she handed us our greasy menus. "I want to be as pretty as you!" Donovan squealed girlishly. "And I'm sure you will, honey! You've got beautiful bone structure!" "Maybe I can be a Hooters girl someday!" "And I think you just might!" I ordered hot wings and a fish sandwich, Donovan ordered potato skins, a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings, and a large chocolate shake. "Hey!" I said. "I thought you were a vegan!" "SUPPOSED to be a vegan" Donovan corrected. "I'm not supposed to eat candy, either. That's why I couldn't resist the peanut butter cups. They were calling my name." Then he took a sip of his milkshake. "Want some?" "Sure." I took a sip from his straw. "You want me to ask the waitress for two straws? It would be kind of romantic, like in the movies!" "God no! Not here!" The waitress came back and I was glad Donovan didn't ask for a second straw. She took a real liking to him. "What's your name, sugar?" "Sadie." "Ooh, that's a pretty name. Very old-fashioned." When the waitress came to ask us if we wanted any dessert, Donovan changed the subject. "You know, my momma won't let me wear make-up. I wanna learn how to make myself real pretty like you. Can you show me?" The waitress was delighted. "Come with me, honey! I'll do you up real good!" She took Donovan by the hand and led him to the ladies' room, leaving me with my apple pie a la mode. In about ten minutes they came back to the table. Donovan's transformation into Sadie was now complete. The make-up was subtle, but very effective. I thought I saw some heads turn at one of the little-league tables as Donovan/Sadie passed by. "Look what I did to your sister!" the waitress said to me. "She's gonna make some man very happy one day." "I know." As we finished our dessert, a uniformed lad from a nearby table of boy scouts passed by our table. As he passed by, he `accidentally' dropped a folded-up piece of paper onto our table, right in front of Donovan, and then he walked off, acting as though nothing happened. Donovan immediately picked up the note, read it and put it in his purse. "Hey, let me see that!" "Why, are you jealous?" "He didn't give you his number, did he?" "None of your business. What are you worried about? It's your cock I'm going to be sucking tonight, not his!" "I think it's time to get the hell out of here!" We had one more detour before we got back to my dorm. Donovan wanted to stop in his favorite CD store and stock up on some techno music. He was rolling in dough from the drugs he sold at the rave, and he was itching to spend it. The CD store was a kind of mom-and-pop shop for underground music. Only `mom' had blue dreadlocks and lots of piercings. Apparently she knew Donovan well. "Let me guess," she said in the same tone adults used when they were trying to figure out your Halloween costume, "you must be Sadie today!" "That's right. Kate, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Timothy." Boyfriend? I was horrified. But I felt pleased that he had called me his boyfriend. Kate seemed to take it all in stride. "Nice to meet you, Timothy!" Donovan began looking through the racks of CDs. "Anything new this week?" "We got some imports from London you might like. They're a little pricy, though." "Can I listen to this one?" He held up a CD. Unlike the listening stations at most CD store chains, the service at this store was much more personal. I learned that Kate was more than willing to rip open the packaging of a CD and let a customer listen to it through a little portable CD player with headphones. I poked around the store, but I hadn't heard of any of the bands. I really didn't listen to music much. Just whatever was on the radio, really. So Donovan browsed, listened to CDs and kept adding the ones he liked to his pile near the cash register. Kate was very helpful. "Hey, Sadie, I got something new here I think you might like. It's not exactly techno, but I think I know your tastes pretty well. It's the new Whitehouse CD. Wanna give it a listen?" "Sure." Donovan popped the CD into the player, put on the headphones and listened for about 30 seconds. His eyes lit up. "I'll take it! Put it on my pile!" I couldn't wait to get Donovan back to my dorm room. As soon as we got to my room, I locked the door and we kissed in a mad, passionate embrace. Then he put down his bag from the CD store and pulled the Whitehouse CD out of the bag. "Can we listen to this while we're making love?" he asked sweetly. He was getting to be quite the romantic, I thought. "Sure. The CD player is over there." I hadn't noticed that before Donovan put the CD in the player, he had put the volume on the highest setting. What began blasting out of the CD player almost gave me a complete and total nervous breakdown. Within seconds people were banging on the walls, yelling "Turn that fucking thing off!" I was so panicked I didn't even have the sense to turn the CD player off ^Ö I just yanked the cord out of the wall. "You don't like it?" I took the CD out of the player and put it back in the case. "What the fuck is this?" I put the CD back in the bag with the others. "Can't we at least listen to it softly?" "We're not listening to it at all. I don't want you to play that for me ever again!" What I couldn't believe was that the lady at the CD store had RECOMMENDED it to Donovan. I would have never let anyone listen to anything as disturbing as that! I imagined the horror of Donovan's parents when they heard some of his latest musical tastes. After all, they had named their kids after folk singers, for Christ's sake! Donovan was sitting on my bed with his legs up, giving me a good view of the pink panties underneath his skirt. I walked over to where he was sitting. My crotch was right at the level of his face. Obediently, he began rubbing his face against my shorts, kissing my stiffening cock through the fabric. I knew I was in for a good time. Donovan struggled with my fly, and I had to help him to get my shorts down. My cock slid easily into his willing mouth, the lipstick that the Hooters waitress had put on his lips beginning to smear. He worked on my cock for about a minute, his hands on my buttocks. Then he stopped, my cock halfway in his mouth. He looked up at me pleadingly. Then I figured out that he was waiting for me to fuck his face. I began to give him some gentle thrusts, afraid of making him choke. I ran my fingers through the sissy boy's golden hair. I realized that I was still being too gentle for Donovan's taste, as the more I thrust the tighter he clenched my ass cheeks, plunging my cock deeper into his throat than I intended to. I finally decided to let go and give him all I had. I shoved it in deep, he gasped and emitted a choked squeal. I was frightened that I had hurt him. I pulled my cock out quickly. He gasped. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I asked. Donovan seemed irritated that I had stopped. "Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm not gonna break. You got a dick, so use it!" Then he sat there with his mouth wide open, waiting eagerly for my cock. He looked adorable. I kept fucking his face, and he kept making funny strangulated gasps every time my cockhead hit the back of his throat, but it seemed to be driving him wild. Impatiently he fidgeted with his panties, trying to get them off without letting my cock slip out of his mouth. I continued to choke him with my cock until he could stand it no longer. "Fuck me now!" Donovan tore his skirt and t-shirt off, and kicked his pink flip-flops to the floor. He quickly got on all fours with his ass in the air, doggy style. I was beginning to realize that was Donovan's preferred position. "Hold on a second." I stripped naked as fast as I could. Then I looked around in my dresser drawer for the lube and condoms that were given out in our orientation packages the first week of college. I was just about to take a condom out of the foil wrapper when Donovan turned around to see what I was doing. He looked genuinely upset. "Please, don't." he pleaded. "Don't what?" "Don't use a rubber. I don't like it." "Well, we should. We've got to be responsible." "We didn't the first time." "We weren't exactly prepared. And besides, you remember what happened. You bled like a stuck pig." "I won't bleed this time. I've been practicing." "Whaddya mean, practicing?" "With cucumbers. I peel the cucumber and slide it in. It don't hurt anymore." "I still think we should use a condom." "Please don't. It won't be the same. I won't be able to ^Ö to really feel you." The truth was, I didn't want to use a condom. I felt all mixed up about what I should do. I was working hard at convincing myself not to use the condom. Finally lust won out over responsibility. I was glad the university had provided me with little packets of lube, though. I teased his hole with my cockhead a little bit, and then I shoved it all the way in, down to the root. It went in much easier this time. I guessed that the cucumber had done the trick. "Aaah!" Donovan gasped loudly. "Ooh, that's good!" "Sssh!" I whispered. "People in the other rooms can hear us!" "Sorry. I couldn't help it." "Just try to be quiet. I really don't want us to get caught." "Okay." Donovan was quiet for a while, but once I got into a good fucking rhythym, he began whimpering loudly. I stopped thrusting, my cock halfway in. "Would you please shut up! I told you we can't get caught." "Okay, okay! Just don't stop! Keep fucking!" I started fucking him again, slowly working myself into a frenzy. Donovan had tried his best to stop whimpering and moaning, and was breathing very heavily instead. So was I. Then, just as I was about to lose control, Donovan screamed out "YEAH TIMMY, FUCK MY MAN-PUSSY! FUCK IT HARDER!" This just wasn't going to work. It wasn't so bad if my dorm-mates heard shouts of `fuck my pussy', but `fuck my man-pussy' was totally unacceptable. Still, I was so ready to cum that I didn't want to stop. In a moment of desperation, I spotted my dirty sweat sock, which had landed on the bed a few inches from Donovan's nose when I was flinging my clothes off. I grabbed the sock and shoved it into Donovan's open mouth as he gasped for air. Having a sock shoved in his mouth seemed to pacify Donovan for a few seconds, then he began to make frightening moans that even the sock couldn't muffle. I could feel my cock ready to burst, and there was no stopping now, no matter how loud Donovan got. I roughly shoved his entire face into the pillow to muffle his moans and held it there as I pumped my sperm into him. When I pulled my cock out of him, and saw how red his face was when I pulled the sock out of his mouth, I felt just terrible. I had lost control, and used him like a piece of meat. I stroked his hair lovingly and whispered softly into his ear. "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to do that. Please forgive me." Donovan rolled onto his back and smiled contentedly. I could see his stomach was covered with sticky cum. "I came without touching myself once! That was totally stellar!" Just then we heard a key in the lock. "Holy shit!" Donovan yelped. "I thought you said my brother was at Rachel's tonight!" Instinctively, we dove under the covers. "He was!" I hissed. "He's not supposed to be back yet!" When Dylan entered our dorm room he looked very upset. I was terrified. He had just caught me red-handed in bed with his little brother. We were both a complete, sticky mess and there was no denying what we had been up to. Dylan just stood there, not saying a word.
I can't even find the part in the story where "Leo's Deli" is mentioned.
What a little perv you are.
