Chapter 1

Caution: This Gay Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/mt, mt/mt, Teenagers, Reluctant, Rape, Gay, CrossDressing, Fiction, Light Bond, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Interracial, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, .

Desc: Gay Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Anthony was always different from the other boys -- but as he prepares to start high school, his life is about to change.

I stood shaking in front of my father. His fist clenched around a half dozen colorful girl's bikini panties as the veins in his neck and forehead looked as if they were ready to burst from his beet-red face.

"These better not be yours faggot" he screamed already knowing the answer.

My dad, a man's man who played football in high school and college, was ecstatic when he was handed a bouncing baby boy 14 years ago who he proudly named Anthony Jr. - with great expectations I would follow in my namesake's footsteps. Unfortunately, I was always a very pretty little boy with feminine characteristics and mannerisms. My dad badgered me about playing sports and doing "manly" things - where I was happier playing dolls with the other girls in the neighborhood. I always knew I was different - not wanting to act like the wild boys who ran around half crazed in the neighborhood, eager to skip merrily down the sidewalk choosing to play hopscotch over football. I had no intention of being a girl - just loved looking pretty. When I was about nine years old I found a pair of girl's panties and dashed off to my bedroom to try them on. It was like a whole new world exploded in my brain as I gazed at myself standing in the full length mirror - I was beautiful! I had always hated the ugly white boy's briefs and now I added a rainbow of colors to my life. I started collecting girls panties and wearing them under my clothes. My mother, the co-conspirator, would launder them, fold them neatly and return them to me each wash day - even buying me packages of brightly colored bikini panties to add to my collection. And now here I stood before my dad with My Little Pony and a Rainbow Bright staring at me accusatorially from my dad's clenched fist.

"No son of mine is going to be a little queer" he bellowed shaking the windows as I cowered. I was unable to speak or even look him straight in his eyes. I needed my mom to protect me from this tirade - but she was off visiting a sick aunt for the rest of the week.

"Look at me like a man when I talk to you" he screamed, his face inches from my own. Grabbing my arm and dragging me to the center of the room.

"STRIP and goddammit please have real underwear on when you get those jeans off..." he commanded in a voice I knew left me no choice. Stalling for time I pulled my superman t-shirt off over my head and fought for time trying to decide how to get out of this confrontation as I kicked off my shoes.

"Dad, please..." I stammered only seeing his face redden even deeper crimson. I knew the inevitable was about to happen as I carefully unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down exposing the sky-blue satin panties hidden beneath. My jeans were not even to the floor when he grabbed my arm with such force he lifted me from the floor - my kicking feet dislodging the jeans from my legs as I hung suspended above the carpet. Tears rolled down my face as without a word my dad dragged me toward the garage as I sobbed that I was sorry and begged for him to stop, fearful I was about to get beat within inches of my life. Much to my horror he dragged me still sobbing into the front yard still only wearing the colorful panties.

"Dad ... pl ... pl ... pl ... please no. Everyone will see me like this" I sobbed pitifully as he dragged me to the front yard within fifteen feet of the street. I could see all my friends playing up and down the street, some looking up to see what the commotion was about. I stood there almost naked, my recently growing hairless testicles and penis barely hidden from view by the thin powder blue bikini panties with little whispie clouds floating along. My trembling body shook as I blushed wildly as I knew soon every boy who had teased me about being a "pansy" was about to get all the ammunition they would need to make life hell through the next years. And even worse, my small cock stood straight up under the satin material, almost ready to show itself from behind the elastic waist band. My mind raced "How could I be getting aroused at that terror racing through my brain?"

"Don't you fucking move 'till I tell you to" were his last words to me as I stood in the front yard and he turned and walked away leaving me alone in my indignity. I needed desperately to adjust my cock and balls in the tiny panties but was terrified to move. Suddenly my world crashed down around me as five of the neighborhood bullies (four guys and one girl) rode up on the bicycles pointing and laughing. I cringed as I saw their supersoakers holstered to their bikes.

"What a fucking little queer-boy" Steve taunted.

"Will you look at Tony wearing his little girl panties" added Carlos.

"I wouldn't be caught dead in panties like that - and I'm a girl" sneered Anita as the five dropped their bikes at the side of the road and circled me. I was totally defenseless against this group as they laughed and made crude comments.

"Please just leave me alone" I sobbed as I felt a stick poking at my rigid cock making me jump.

"Shut up sissy" I heard Anita hiss as the stick whistled through the air biting into my almost naked ass making me scream out in pain earning a second welt across my tender bottom.

"Hit the faggot again" Carlos yelled "watch the faggots dick jump and get hard - he wants you to do it ... look it makes him hard" Carlos continued as he danced around in front of me. Anita took the switch to my tender ass four more times then used to the stick to pull my panties to the side.

"Stop that Anita - I don't want to see the queer-boy's dick and balls - we aren't fucking homos." Roger protested as the head of my penis popped above the waistband as two of the boys went to get their supersoakers from the bikes. The first stream of water hit me square in the chest running down to soak the thin material of my panties. The second caught me square on my balls making my cock twitch and Anita laugh, the water making the satin material cling to my hard penis and practically disappear. The thin material molded to my body showing every vein and the circumcised head of my penis clearly.

They finally got bored tormenting me and headed for the bikes but not before Roger grabbed a handful of my wet hair jerking my head back as he yanked my panties into a painful wedgie before saying loud enough for the group to hear " You are mine now faggot sissy ass - and don't you forget it!"

I spent what seemed like hours sobbing in the front yard as Roger and his friends told everyone of my display and they all came by to humiliate and embarrass me, including a group of older high school boys who came down to torment me.

"Fucking homo faggot cock slut – you wanna suck my cock?" one taunted grabbing his crotch.

"Fucking faggot is leaking pre-cum he wants our cock cream so much - just look at how hard the fag is ... we should drag him off to the woods." another noted as the group closed in on me. I prayed my dad would come out and save me, but he never did. The boys pushed me to my knees in front of them, their crotches all at my eye level.

"Suck this fag" one hissed as he pulled his shorts down revealing a thick cock and hairy balls hitting me across the bridge of my nose with his flaccid cock while another turned around pushing his hairy ass into my face spreading his cheeks demanding I eat out his ass hole. Finally a car drove by and the group left me kneeling in my yard sobbing as my father came out to end my humiliation.

"Fucking worthless faggot only good for fucking and sucking REAL men's cocks ... every one of those high school boys is going to fuck your gay little ass till you can't walk when you get in high school. He fucking put his cock in your face and I was sure you were gonna suck him dry right in MY front yard" my dad said as he dragged me sobbing into the house.

The problem was ... I would have. If he had pushed that cock to my lips I would have opened my mouth and sucked it in the front yard with those others boys watching and every neighbor who was peeking out the windows. I was mesmerized by his hairy dick. I wanted to taste it - and he knew it.

For the rest of the week I was dragged behind garages and into the woods and ordered to strip down to my panties. I even found myself walking by the field where the high school boys played football hoping one would make me suck his sweaty cock and balls.

When my mom finally arrived home I tearfully told her what dad had done and she looked at me stroking my hair "You knew this was going happen eventually. You already stopped wearing your little boy briefs at all. I haven't seen anything but your girl panties for months in the laundry. I thought it was time for you to make a choice of who you were going to be so I left your panties out knowing your father would discover your little secret. Auntie Sue wasn't really sick. I just needed to be away so you had no choice but to deal with your father. I am sorry the whole neighborhood knows, but now you have nothing to hide."

My mom slipped her hand in my shorts "See honey your little penis is hard as a rock. You seem to love the position your dad has forced you in and at this point there is no turning back. The entire neighborhood knows and when you start high school in a few weeks, everyone there will know. I am sorry that it has come to this, but you have a always been feminine and now you cannot deny it."

I gasped and blushed - but my mother was right. My dad's plan to humiliate me into not wearing my panties under my clothes backfired horribly. All the boys in the neighborhood teased me mercilessly after my display. Several of the older boys came to my house when my dad was at work and my mother let them make me give them all my "boy's" underwear telling me I was to ALWAYS wear my "faggot panties". They also decided that they would have panty checks to make sure I was following their directions. For the next several weeks before school started I was subjected to humiliating striping in front of both the neighborhood boys and girls at any given time. Even more interesting was the fact I didn't hide in my room but ventured outside knowing full well the neighborhood bullies would grab me and drag me off to humiliate me further. But I knew with the start of high school in a few weeks, my ninth grade life would never be the same as hundreds of my "peers" would soon know.

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