First it's the dance this weekend -- there'll be a king and queen for that -- no worries there, I guess -- then the homecoming game is two weeks after... that. Miss School Spirit is announced the Wednesday before the game."Maybe that open weekend was to be my birthday celebration? Made sense."Oh, yeah." I remembered Carl's rendition of how Beth had been shanghaied into it. On the rather pointed spur of the moment -- something like two day's warning -- she'd come up with a way to shove her. I pulled down my pants and he got behind me. I could feel him line up and he put his hand in my hair and held my face as hard against the fat guy’s crotch as he could, I was worried my nose would break he was pushing so hard, when the head of his cock popped inside me forcing me open and going balls deep in my cunt. If not for the cock in my mouth like a gag, I would have yelled in pain but I was choking on dick. Now I had one trying to break my back and one trying to f**ce down my throat. We laid there catching our breaths, and I went out to check on our swimming suits. My trunks was almost dried but Linda’s swimming suit was gone. I know I put it next to mine, I guess I have to find it in the morning. I heard noises over from Bill and Tom’s tent, sounds like moaning, I’m guessing they heard Linda having her orgasms if I can hear them. I stopped and think for a moment, they didn’t mention any women, then it came to me, they are lovers. There moaning kinda turned me on, don’t. But it beat feeling the pain.For now, that was enough.* * *A week later, I sat on a barstool in Jorgenson's, the transexual bar onthe South side, the one across from McGill's. A lot of men in dressesshow up here, and a lot of men looking for men in dresses. Ocassionally,as I understood it, a Mistress happened by.Transexuals were nice people. They didn't raise a ruckus if lesbianshappened in, or gay men, or even those into pet play. It was all an icecream shop. Pick your flavor.I was wearing a.