Deflowering the Boy

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"Last year, last year, last year," Charlie Whitman muttered to himself as he trudged up the steps of Centennial High School.

This was the last year he would have to go to school. This was the last year he would have to be the punching bag of the Alpha male jocks that each high school seemed to have in abundance. This was the last year cute girls would ignore him, walk past him as if he wasn't even there. At least this was a new high school. Last year, he'd been a student at Benhurst Academy. The five foot five inch chubby boy had been ridiculed, struck, tripped, pushed, punched...

He preferred not to think of his former high school. Thankfully, Jimmy, his father had been run off from Curtis Construction and now worked at Burns & Burns grocery store, unloading trucks, stocking shelves after hours. The move had put Charlie into this new school district in their town of Benhurst, Colorado. It also meant that Jimmy slept all day, and was gone in the evenings so could not torment his youngest son.

"God damned fat ass; do a fucking push up, huh, boy?" Jimmy would sneer. "Think any girl's going want anything do with you? Look at you."

"Jimmy, leave him alone," Miriam, Charlie's mother would whine in her screeching nasally voice.

"Last year, last year, last year," Charlie muttered as he looked again at his card.

"And then what?" Charlie asked himself.

His grades were horrible; he'd barely managed to get enough credits to advance to the twelfth grade. The eighteen year old boy had no athletic abilities. Jimmy had assured him that the military would not want him. After graduation, assuming he would graduate, Charlie's future held nothing more than looking at porn on his computer, whacking his whang to images of fresh faced teenaged girls getting fucked.

Standing in the milling throng of humanity, being jostled as students rushed around him, hearing the cacophony of voices, people calling out to one another, Charlie almost said 'the hell with it' and lurched back out the door.

"Room three ten, room, okay, that's room one twenty, shit, where the hell..." Charlie muttered to himself, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.

"Hi Sweetie; what you looking for?" an attractive blonde girl asked him.

"Huh?" Charlie asked, turning and looking up at the five foot nine inch girl, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

"New here, huh? I'm Korrie," the girl smiled, taking his card from his hand. "Oh! Room three ten! Me too! Come on."

And with that, the tall girl grabbed Charlie's hand and pulled him through the pushing, pulling, milling mass of students. Charlie followed mutely as the girl pulled him up two flights of stairs.

The whole time they walked, she kept up a running monologue, talked about the school, talked about herself.

Charlie found her voice to be musical, warm, soothing. But over the echoing noise bouncing off the hard surfaces, he could not understand, comprehend a single word she said.

"Korrie! Hey!" a slender red head screamed as they stepped onto the third floor of the red brick building.

"Mandy!" Korrie screamed in reply.

Charlie felt his cock harden as his new friend bent and hugged a short red head. The two girls kissed, lip to lip and squeezed one another again.

"Hey; who's your cute boyfriend?" Mandy asked.

"You don't worry about it; I saw him first," Korrie teased, lightly shoving Mandy away.

"Quit! Hi, I'm Mandy Weinsmith," the girl said.

"I uh, I'm Charlie Whitman," Charlie muttered.

"Ha! Korrie DAVIS, with a 'D' guess who'll be sitting right by me, WEINSMITH with a 'W' hmm?" Mandy laughed.

"Steal him and I'll never talk to you again," Korrie threatened as they pushed their way into the bustling room.

"Hey Korrie," a large youth said.

"Hi Chad, no, Chad, don't fucking talk to me Chad," Korrie snapped.

"Double for me, Chad," Mandy said. "Korrie, over here?"

Charlie found himself being dragged to a row of desks

Finally sitting, Charlie was able to look at Korrie Davis. She was slim, with a narrow face, shoulder length blonde hair, and green eyes. Her nose was a small one, which made her full lips look even more pronounced.

Her chest was substantial on her slim frame, and her skirt was snug around her sweetly rounded buttocks. Her legs were long, tapered, bare from mid-thigh to her four inch pumps. Those pumps had helped Korrie tower over Charlie.

Mandy, Charlie guessed, was cute, with a plethora of freckles on her small face. Her carrot orange hair hung down to her calves, right now, she had much of it pulled up into her lap. Her breasts were barely a handful, her buttocks looked bony in her snug jeans.

"Okay, Charlie, we got American History, uh, oh! Algebra, and English together," Korrie said, turning to hand Charlie his card.

"Uh, okay, let's see," Mandy said, grabbing Charlie's card before he could take it from Korrie. "Yea! Algebra, and Computers, WITHOUT Korrie there to bother us and... Hmm, well, that's it."

Charlie wondered why these two girls seemed to be interested in him. He had thick blond hair, hazel eyes, a cute enough face, even if it was a little pudgy, and a short, pudgy body. His clothes were actually from the local thrift shop. His two older brothers and even his sister were taller than him; there were no hand-me-downs for him to wear.

With a warm smile, Mandy handed Charlie his card. Then a plump middle aged woman was bustling into the class and calling attendance.

"Did you have a nice day? I know, going to a new school; must have been so hard," Charlie's mother asked when Charlie entered the house.

"I uh, yeah, it was all right," Charlie agreed.

Because his dad was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a hearty meal, and already had two cans of beer sitting in front of him, Charlie said nothing of Korrie, the cute, tall blonde eighteen year old that seemed to like him, or Mandy, the cute, skinny red head that seemed to like him. His father would only laugh derisively and inform Charlie of his true status; loser.

"Did you make any friends?" Miriam asked, taking the two empty cans of beer from the table.

"He have any friends' last place we sent him?" Jimmy sneered. "What makes you think he's going get any friends here?"

Charlie did not answer. Miriam washed the cans of beer in the sink, then dropped them into the recycling bin.

Tuesday, Korrie and Mandy were waiting outside of the main building of Centennial HI School. Charlie was embarrassed that both girls saw him getting off of bus number 188. He was old enough to have a driver's license. He'd had a learner's permit for two years now. But Jimmy kept setting goals that Charlie would have to achieve first before he'd be allowed to take the truck down to the DMV to try out for his license. Then, just as Charlie looked as though he might achieve that goal, Jimmy would change the goal.

"There he is," Korrie smiled warmly.

"Uh huh," Mandy agreed.

"Told you, Mandy, I saw him first," Korrie said.

And Charlie inexplicably found himself flanked by two females. He found himself being dragged first to Korrie's locker, than Mandy's locker, and finally his own locker. From there, he was dragged into room 310.

"So... Charlie..." Korrie cooed, highly polished fingernail dragging along his jaw line. "What you doing Friday?"

"I uh, nothing," Charlie gulped.

"Love, love, love Brick's Supreme. You?" Korrie asked, face so close that Charlie could smell the orange juice she'd had with breakfast.

"Uh yeah," Charlie said, having no idea what a brick was, or what a supreme was.

"Give me your phone," Korrie demanded.

"I uh, don't got one," Charlie admitted.

"Huh?" Korrie asked.

"What?" Mandy asked.

"Charlie! That, that's un-American!" Korrie insisted.

But Korrie punched Charlie's address into her cell phone and said she'd pick him up at six thirty Friday.

Jimmy asked what kind of fat ass, pimple faced monster his son had a date with. But he did give his son a twenty dollar bill.

"Any change from that?" Jimmy started to say.

"Keep it," Miriam finished.

"Yeah, what the fuck. And make sure you use a condom. Don't need another Tina Marie, huh?" Jimmy said.

Tina Marie was Jimmy Junior's ex-wife. Jimmy, jr. and Tina Marie had married when the Latin beauty discovered she was pregnant. Jimmy the third, Triple J as Jimmy, Jr called the boy was an adorable toddler. But less than one year after their hurried marriage, Tina Marie had filed for divorce, claiming emotional and physical abuse. She was also trying for sole custody of Triple J.

On Friday, every time Korrie would smile at him, Charlie would flame bright red. She would smile wider and would nudge Mandy.

Charlie searched frantically through his meager closet and cursed his father for being so cheap. He cursed his mother for shopping almost exclusively at Truesdale's, the thrift shop in Benhurst.

"Oh! Hello," Miriam stammered, looking up at the beautiful young girl that stood on the porch.

"Hello; Charlie ready?" Korrie smiled.

"I, uh, oh. Come on in; I'll see," Miriam stammered.

Charlie sighed; the light blue button up shirt and the olive green khakis were the best he'd been able to find. And the olive green trousers were just a tad snug on him.

"Hey Korrie, I uh, this uh, this is my mom," Charlie stammered.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Whitman," Korrie giggled at the discomfort the two showed.

Brick's Pizzeria had a brick oven that reached temperatures of 900 degrees, hence the name, Brick's. Their Supreme had four different meats and onion, green pepper, mushrooms and olives.

"My Uncle David gave me a hundred bucks," Korrie said, gently pushing Charlie's twenty dollar bill back into his hand.

"You uh, you live with your uncle?" Charlie asked.

Korrie lost her easy smile. Then she looked into Charlie's hazel eyes and fought to smile.

"I uh, my dad? He uh, he was already married when he got my mom knocked up," Korrie said. Then, about three years ago? My mom had Phil move in. Minute ass hole moved in? Started hitting me, slapping me around, calling me a pussy and a bitch. Of course, my mom's all like, 'well, you bring it on yourself' and I'm like 'Mom, how, huh? How am I bringing this on myself?'"

"Oh God," Charlie gasped, fully able to empathize with Korrie's pain.

"Anyway, my Uncle David took me out of all that," Korrie smiled. "Oh, at first? Kind of hard get used to, but now? I'll kind of miss the place."

"Miss the, you moving?" Charlie asked, guts knotting up.

He had just met this beautiful girl; the thought of her moving away made him fearful.

"Well, yeah, I mean, sooner or later, huh? College? Maybe get married?" Korrie pointed out.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah," Charlie agreed.

He didn't like mushrooms, or onions, or olives, or ham. But when their pizza came, Charlie ate every bite of the four slices he managed to get his hands on. Korrie ate the other five pieces, leaving the crusts.

"My dad would say that's not fair," Charlie said, pointing to her crusts.

"Here," Korrie smiled, sliding the plate over.

She beat him soundly at miniature golf, but her musical laugh and soft kiss afterward made his humiliation worth it. Then Korrie linked fingers with Charlie and asked if he'd ever been to the Ridge.

"I uh, no," Charlie admitted, wishing his slacks weren't so damned tight in the waist.

"Oh, goody," Korrie husked, hitting the key fob for her Lincoln Navigator.

At the Ridge, Korrie urged Charlie into the rear seat of the SUV. No sooner was he able to close the door than Korrie was shoving her tongue down his throat. She moaned into his mouth as she rubbed her chest against him.

"Come on, Charlie, they won't break," Korrie husked, placing one of his hands onto one of her breasts.

Even through blouse and bra, Charlie could feel the springiness of her flesh, could feel her fat nipple. He continued to play with her impressive breasts while they kissed hotly.

"Pinch, ugh! Yes!" Korrie instructed, then grunted as Charlie pinched her nipple through blouse and bra.

She shrugged out of her blouse and Charlie was looking at her pretty pink lace bra. Then she fiddled with the front claps and he was staring at his first real live breasts.

"Yes!" Korrie hissed as Charlie's lips began to suckle at her nipple.

Her hand went to his waistband and Charlie almost gasped with relief when she unbuttoned his trousers. Then her small hand was fumbling with his briefs and Charlie grunted, then ejaculated into his briefs.

"Did you, aw! That is so sweet!" Korrie enthused as she eased his sticky briefs down.

She eased him to sit against the door and slid herself off the bench seat.

"Erk!" Charlie grunted loudly when Korrie's hot mouth encircled the head of his shrinking cock.

Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue started off softly, teasing the head of his cock. Korrie increased the suction, increased the pressure of her tongue against the mushroom shaped head of Charlie's cock and Charlie could feel his cock quickly regaining an erection.

Korrie bobbed her head up and down, each down stroke taking more of his cock into her hot mouth. He had quickly swelled to his full five and a half inches and Korrie easily took him down to the root. She pulled her head up until just the head of his cock remained inside of her mouth and her small hand stroked his spittle lubricated cock.

"I'm not a slut," Korrie insisted, then swallowed Charlie's cock to the root again.

"I erk, I ugh, God! I know that," Charlie protested.

Soon, too soon, Charlie was grunting and bucking. Korrie moaned her approval as Charlie's spunk filled her mouth.

"Mm-hmm," she cooed, head bobbing up and down the length of his cock, milking his cock.

When he quit making animalistic sounds, Korrie pulled her mouth off of his cock. She knelt on the floor of the SUV and gently pulled Charlie's head forward.

"Mm," she cooed, kissing his gasping mouth.

Korrie was already shrugging into her blouse when Charlie realized; Korrie Ann Davis had just fed him a sizable portion of his own semen. To his horror and revulsion, his cock began to swell again.

"Come on, Baby," Korrie whispered softly into his ear. "Need get home; it's almost eleven o'clock."

She apologized, but she would be busy the rest of the weekend. She had schoolwork, and had a family commitment.

"My sister Britney and her husband Paul are bringing their baby by on Sunday. Sunday dinner's a big deal at my uncle's house," Korrie said happily as she started the vehicle.

"Their baby's Annalei; Britney can't have babies so they adopted her. She's Colombian, no, no, Guatemalan, oh! She is the cutest little baby ever. I want one," Korrie enthused as she drove toward Charlie's house.

"I uh, maybe one day I'll get meet her," Charlie thought to say.

Monday morning, Charlie smiled as he saw Mandy and Korrie waiting outside of the school building. Mandy stepped down the steps and intercepted Charlie as he approached.

"Korrie says you're a hot kisser," she said.

"Korrie's got a big mouth," Charlie smiled.

"Didn't mind my big mouth too much when your dick was in it," Korrie said.

"Wait, what?" Chad exclaimed.

"Uh, didn't send you no invitation, huh?" Korrie snapped at the young man. "So uh, don't need be listening in, huh?"

"My uncle's going be out the house Friday," Korrie hinted on Wednesday.

"I, oh, okay," Charlie said.

"So, we'll have the whole house, all to ourselves," Korrie continued, breathing warmly into Charlie's ear.

"Ms. Davis," Ms. Rittmuller, their Algebra teacher snapped.

"Yes ma'am," Korrie smiled sweetly.

"So, Charlie, why don't you come on over?" Korrie asked Thursday morning as they sat in their homeroom.

She leaned close, breathing hotly into his ear.

"I'd love to fuck you," she breathed. "Think you'd like to get fucked?"

"Think I'd love it," Charlie gasped out, his cock tenting his jeans.

"Uh huh," Korrie enthused. "And you got the ass for it, Baby."

To prove her point, she raked her fingernails over Charlie's plump buttocks.

"Mm-hmm, nice," Korrie purred.

Again, Friday afternoon, Charlie cursed his lack of decent clothing, finally deciding on a pair of jeans that had seen better days and his older brother's Denver Broncos pullover shirts.

"Hi, Mrs. Whitman, my man ready?" Korrie asked pleasantly when Miriam opened the door.

"OH, love the Broncos!" Korrie said when Charlie entered the living room. "John Elway was so cute when he was quarterbacking. But oh! Pay. Ton. Man. Ning, huh?""

"Isn't that Johnny's shirt?" Miriam asked Charlie.

"Said I could borrow it," Charlie lied.

"Oh, okay," Miriam said.

As usual, Korrie did most of the talking as she drove through Benhurst. Soon, they were in Raquel Falls, climbing in elevation.

"And..." Korrie said, pulling in front of a gated home.

"Holy shit," Charlie said, looking at the mansion. "Uh, what exactly does your uncle do?"

"Uncle David? He's the chief medical examiner of the county," Korrie said as the gate slid open.

"Your uncle's David Rippen?" Charlie asked.

"Uh huh," Korrie smiled as she pulled into the garage.

"Good evening, Missy Korrie," an Asian woman greeted them in heavily accented English.

"Good evening, Mrs. Kensati," Korrie agreed. "Mrs. Kensati, this is my boyfriend, Charlie."

"How you do?" the woman asked, bowing slightly.

""I uh, I'm fine. You?" Charlie asked, in awe of their opulent surroundings.

"Wash hands, dinner ready on table," Mrs. Kensati ordered.

"Thank you," Korrie said, pulling Charlie to a small half-bath.

"Uh, thank you; nice to meet you," Charlie said.

The woman was gone when they emerged, still patting their hands dry. Korrie pulled Charlie into a dining room, where two plates waited for them.

Dinner was grilled salmon, a vegetable medley and creamy noodles and cheese. When Charlie had finished, Korrie kissed him, then grabbed his plate.

"And for dessert..." she said, carrying two small plates with a thick slab of chocolate raspberry cake on each plate.

Charlie was rewarded with another kiss, and a happy smile from Korrie.

After their dessert, Korrie pulled Charlie up the stairs. She flung open the door to her room. Charlie was hesitant to enter.

"I uh, I mean, Mrs. Kensati? She uh, she going tell your uncle I was in here?" Charlie asked worriedly.

"Uh, Mrs. Kensati knows I didn't bring you here play gin rummy," Korrie giggled.

Her bedroom was just like her; very feminine. The four poster bed had a gauzy coverlet forming a canopy around the large bed. The carpet was pink, the furniture white with gold filigree.

Korrie put on some music and grabbed Charlie. Before he could protest that he didn't, he couldn't dance, Korrie was guiding him around the room.

"I'm pretty sure, isn't the guy supposed to lead?" Charlie asked.

"My room," Korrie answered and kissed him.

Her tongue worked into his mouth. Her fingernails lightly scratched at his face, his throat. Then she was edging his Broncos pullover shirt up his chubby belly.

"Mm-hmm," Korrie groaned approval, her fingers teasing and tweaking Charlie's nipples.

Charlie was embarrassed. He had a chubby torso, and a bit of a belly. Shirtless, these defects were readily apparent.

"Oh, yes, Charlie," Korrie husked.

She bent and took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked on the tender flesh. She nuzzled his nipple for a moment, then lightly bit down.

"Ugh!" Charlie grunted, his erection tenting his jeans.

"Take those off," Korrie husked. "I want to see you naked."

"Want see you naked," Charlie agreed, quickly kicking his tennis shoes off.