This story is purely fictional. I DO NOT condone child abuse!

Duke “Dookie” Anderson was a very mature 15- both physically and emotionally. It was his physical maturity and sexual appetite that matter most to this story though. His body had matured faster than his mates so that at although at 13 he was the shortest in his class, by 14 he was already 5’9” and his dick a thick 7 inches. Now 15, he was just over 6’ and his dick a still thicker 8 inches.

He wasn’t sure when it happened but sometime shortly after his 13th birthday when his major growth spurt began, he also became acutely aware of a throbbing need in his groin. He had no interest in sex up to that point and still had no interest in a relationship. His dick however had different ideas. It humiliated him daily, suddenly hardening and creating tents in his pants as he sat in class, on the bus, in the den with his friends watching their favourite anime- it just didn’t care and he didn’t understand why. He’d asked his mother, his father having long since left the family, but she only mumbled something about birds and bees though he was pretty certain he hadn’t asked her anything that she may have misunderstood to be about pollination. It was his math teacher, Mrs. Caravel who had cleared matters up for him.

She’d spotted his erection on several occasions and he’d suspected that she had even begun wandering to his seat at the back of the class just to look for it. Then one afternoon after school she had given him his first blow job. His orgasm was such a release, it was a relief. With time she would contact his mother, claiming he needed extra lessons which she’d give him free of cost on Saturday mornings. There she not only regularly provided his primary outlet of release through blow jobs; they graduated to full blown sex. His appetite was insatiable though and pretty soon she began inviting over her friends, including some of the other teachers from school.

One Saturday though, when her husband called from the city saying he’d be home several hours earlier than expected. Mrs. Caravel burst into tears and confided to Dookie that though she loved her husband and believed he loved her back, she knew she was unable to satisfy him. Their relationship had become more and more like a friendship- which was she was grateful for, but she felt horrible that while she was at least being sexually satisfied by Dookie and he remained unfulfilled. She had no fear he’d leave her- he’d never shown the slightest interest in another woman- but the truth was that she knew that what he really wanted was a man. He’d always enjoyed a finger in his ass but then he’d graduated to secretly inserting her dildos in his ass and watching gay porn online. To make a long story short, she eventually convinced Dookie to fuck her husband and with time Dookie found himself servicing the Caravels and numerous other couples in the town who were dealing with the same issue.

He enjoyed the sex but was never satisfied and still never interested in a relationship. He enjoyed being sucked, but never sucked, he enjoyed fucking but refused to be fucked- not even by an errant finger. It was his reputation around town that Chris had heard and now approached him to ask a favour.

Chris Rogers and his dad Mark had recently moved to town. Chris was attractive- of only average height and perhaps a tad too slim but athletic and charismatic, all the teenaged girls lusted after him and all the guys enjoyed his company. He had surreal blue eyes, deep dimples, shaggy blond hair and a surprisingly deep but gentle, sensuous voice. Mark was a concert promoter who brought some of the biggest most popular bands to town and it was well known that these celebrities often visited the Rogers’ home. Yet Chris never invited any of his male friends over- only ever the girls. While the guys whooped him up for getting all the girls, they were beginning to feel more and more unimpressed by his never inviting them over and that Monday there had been a huge bust up in the cafeteria. The Fernandos was the biggest band around and they would be in town on Saturday night. The guys had found out that Chris had given away half a dozen tickets to various girls, nothing to them. They now made him an ultimatum- either he invited them to his house for a sleepover that Saturday night and got his dad to give them tickets to see the band or their friendship would be over.

“Dookie! Dookie, dude wait up!” Chris shouted, running up Dookie outside the school. They walked together in silence for a while. Finally Chris spoke, “Thanks for, erm, you know, for trying to stand up for me today in the cafeteria. Those guys just don’t understand- I can’t invite them over to my place.”

Dookie watched him. “Why not Chris? I mean, we know your Dad won’t mind- he’s told you right in front of us that you should invite us over sometime yet you never do.”

“It’s complicated,” Chris whispered. He seemed desperate to say more but he didn’t and Dookie didn’t press him as they continued in silence.

Finally Dookie spoke. “Well, my house is just up the street there Chris, so, if you’ve got something to say, you’d better say it soon.”

Chris sat on a wall and looked around the quiet, deserted street before looking at Dookie. “Two towns ago I had a sleep over with my friends. My Dad kept ‘accidentally’ walking in on them in the bathroom. They were pretty freaked out but no one held it against me. Unfortunately, several weeks later when I had another sleep over, my Dad took things one step too far when, hearing one of the guys, Rick, jerking off in the bathroom while the rest of us were downstairs asleep, he gagged Rick and jerked him off. Rick actually enjoyed it but was also kinda scared being a huge homophobic jock and, when he found himself unable to sleep without dreaming about and reliving the night, he went and complained to his Dad. Fortunately for me, they wanted to keep it secret so Dad and I quietly and quickly moved out of town. The last town we were in, things got worse. I was popular because of my Dad’s job and guys kept coming over whether or not I invited them.

Unfortunately my Dad kept stepping over the line, I don’t know how many times. What I do know is that he got caught sucking off the kid of one of this gold-digger who had been trying to bed Dad for months. She demanded a fortune to keep quiet and we had to sell our house just to pay her off. Dookie, we’re here, I love it in this town, I just can’t invite the guys over. I’m so tired of moving. I love my Dad and he’s never touched me but I just don’t know what to do. I can’t talk to him, I just don’t even know where to begin. If he came out, I’d still love him and I’ve tried telling him so but he insists on dating women and keeping up this public persona as the macho man. I just don’t know what to do!”

“Why are you telling me this?” Dookie looked thoughtfully at Chris. Chris shrugged. “Chris, I’m guessing you’ve heard something about me and want me to help you but you’ve got to say it because I don’t offer anything to anyone.”

Chris hung his head. Dookie started to walk away. “Dookie wait, don’t go,” Chris gulped, “you’re right, I’ve heard about you. I’ve heard you fuck guys. I don’t really know what I expect you to do. I just figured that you’re probably the only person I could tell who’d understand. I don’t know. Please? Sorry, I don’t…” Chris sighed. “Never mind, sorry, I don’t know. Listen, please don’t tell anyone. Let’s pretend this never happened. Maybe we should just change the topic.”

Dookie sat on the wall beside Chris. “I hear that you’ve been doing Saturday classes with Mrs. Caravel too,” he said simply and watched carefully for Chris’ reaction. Chris blushed. “I usually have classes after yours,” Dookie continued, “I’ve noticed that Mrs. Caravel seems to be quite tired lately. You must be, erm, difficult to teach.” He chuckled.
Chris turned and glared at him. “Fuck you!” Then he laughed with Dookie and shrugged, “you know what goes on… I guess you must be pretty huge because I don’t imagine myself as being a porn star but I’ve always been pretty pleased with my 6 inches. The first time she saw me though, she couldn’t hide her disappointment. She told me to go ahead and stick my dick in her pussy, so I did and she actually said- I kid you not, she actually said ‘go ahead Chris, don’t be afraid, put it all in.’ Dude I WAS all in, she’s just too stretched out! Haha! So I withdrew and stuck my dick up her ass. That hole was much tighter, much nicer. Anyway, so now some days we do math, some days I fuck her ass.” He shrugged again and smiled shyly at Dookie, brushing a lock of his long blond hair away from his face. The worried look returned to his face but he said nothing.

Dookie looked at him. He appreciated beauty in both sexes and he had to admit he found Chris quite attractive- note handsome but cute, pretty even. It was a strange androgynous mix of feminine looks but a strong masculine jaw and deep sonorous voice that makes people want to be with him and be him. “Chris, I have a proposal for you. If you’re not interested, we’ll pretend this never happened. No matter what you decide, I promise your secret is safe with me.” Dookie didn’t even know what he was going to say before he said it, the idea just rushed out from some previously unknown part of him. “This Saturday when you go to the Caravels’, I want you to refuse to have sex with Mrs. Caravel until 9:45. My classes begin at 10 so you’ll tell her you just want to suck her pussy and leave. I will come just a little early- around 9:50 and you will pretend to leave. I will make sure I’m already hard and since she’ll be wet, horny and unsatisfied, I’ll have her ride me. While I’ve distracted her, you will strip, sneak into the room and come up from behind her and fuck her ass. You’ll do everything I tell you to do- it will be great!

If you agree, then you can invite the guys over for the sleepover. If all goes well and you do what I say at the Caravels’, later that night when you guys are leaving for the concert, I’ll pretend to be sick and ask your Dad if I can stay behind for a while to rest. I’ll say that if I feel better, I’ll join you guys at the concert later but if I don’t feel better, your Dad will take me to my Mom’s. After you guys are gone, I’ll fuck your Dad so sore, he’ll be too tired and pleasured to bug any of the guys when you guys come home after the concert.”

Dookie’s frankness unnerved Chris. “What?! Dude, I dunno,” he gulped, “I mean, why would you do that? What would you get out of it?”

“Two sex slaves!” Dookie roared with a sudden nervous laughter.

“Two…?” Chris faltered. “You mean me and my Dad? I mean, I’m not, you know… I mean, I don’t… with guys… you know? And my Dad dude, I can’t do that to my Dad. This feels wrong. It is wrong. I can’t…”

“Listen Chris, this is your chance and one chance only- you want to stay in this town, continue to have friends? Then you’ll agree to this. I don’t actually need your permission to enslave your Dad, you know. All I need to do is show up at your place and seduce him, which would be easy enough and he’d be mine!” Dookie didn’t know why he was so upset. “He’d have to do whatever I want or risk me getting him thrown in jail!”

“Dookie! Come on man, would you really do that?” Chris looked terrified. “At least give me a while to think about it, please,” he pleaded. Chris stepped back and realized he’d clenched his buttocks. What did Dookie mean his sex slave? Why him- Dookie could have so many people, all willing. Yet as he looked at Dookie’s tall built body and in particular his bulging package, he was disturbed to feel his own member twitch a little. That didn’t just happen, did it? He wondered, worried by what it all meant. Dookie had strode off towards home and he’d followed. Now they were standing in front of Dookie’s place facing each other.

“Listen, I’m home and I’m going inside.” Dookie had cooled down but he still didn’t know why he’d snapped earlier. “Like I said before, no one is forcing you to do anything. You can say no but I’m not willing to wait any longer. So what’s your response? And don’t worry, I promised you I wouldn’t spill your secret and I won’t. I won’t go after your Dad either- people approach me, I don’t approach them.”

Chris had decided. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t gay and he didn’t feel comfortable doing that to his dad. “OK, I agree, I’ll do it.” His eyes opened in utter disbelief, he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard his mouth say. He swallowed hard and licked his lips- that traitorous mouth of his had now gone dry.

Dookie chuckled. “OK ‘dude’. Saturday it is!” He turned to go into his house.

“Wait!” Chris called out to him, “Dookie, I, uh, listen, I, uh, I’ve never… you know… I mean, I’ve heard you’re… and I… I mean…” He was clenching his ass cheeks again.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” Dookie winked, “and you’ve got all week to get ready and I promise I’ll be gentle.” He laughed as he ran into the house leaving a petrified Chris standing outside.