The Greatest Lie Part 1

Each morning, I showered away the residue of my cum and my fantasies and pretended to be a high school boy, a merit scholar, and a class intellectual. This had been my life since junior high: a constant struggle to hide my true self behind my intellect and wit. I was trying with more or less success to keep the girl inside me alive and shielded from discovery and torment at the hands of the rough crowd at school.

The worst was gym class. My physical development lagged behind that of my peers. At seventeen, I was 5' 7", weighed 120 pounds, and had only 1" of thin blond peach fuzz above my undersized penis. My chest and legs were completely hairless. This led to incessant teasing in the locker room. Things reached their nadir in September of my senior year, when Miguel, one of the motorheads, confronted me after gym class.

I had leaned over to open my locker, and suddenly Miguel said, "Hey, chica, nice ass. I'm gonna fuck it. Let's go to the towel room." With that, he snapped me with his towel, raising a dark red welt on my pale ass. I spun around, distraught, for one of my secret fantasies was to be gangbanged in the towel room. Miguel seized my head and pressed my lips against his sweaty, bulging jock strap. "Hey, suck me, chica." The other guys in this section of lockers were all motorheads, and they looked on with lustful interest. I thanked God (who, officially, I did not believe existed) when the coach's whistle sounded and Miguel abandoned his assault. After that, I got excused from gym class.

After that, although I lived in dread of Miguel, my sexual fantasies became more and more explicit - and violent. I was revolted by Miguel, but was entranced by fantasies of a cleaner, less profane Miguel sucking my breasts and making love to my virgin ass.

One day, as I rifled through my dad's medical sample box looking for amphetamine (my favorite study aid - and I loved the way it shrank my balls) I realized that it was stuffed with birth control pills.