When Ray picked me up from the place I had been used as a fuck toy it was around 4 or 5 pm. I had finished my last spit roast and was still very much drunk. Ray told me I could get dressed and we would be leaving. I was really ready for that. I went to the bathroom and pissed. I was going to fix my make up and saw that I had dried cum on my face. Ray stopped me from washing it off.  You can clean up after you get back to the house he said. Fuck me I didn't want to wait. He said just put on some lipstick and get moving. I couldn't remember half of the time I was there. I found my dress. My panties and bra along with my fake tits were missing. Ray said you can get more later. I  was sure that my cock was going to be hanging out of my little dress. It barely covered my cock up and that was only when I was standing. I  was basically fully exposed while I was sitting. Oh well not really going to lose sleep over that. I  did have a little purse I would use unless I was going to be told to flash the truckers. Ray didn't make me. He said I was a very good little sissy cum slut. They rather enjoyed my performance. Apparently I was really nasty and they would like to fuck me again. That's not going to happen for a while, Ray said. OK so when?  Change of subject you hungry?  Yeah I was I had not eaten since I wasn't sure when.  Some fast food place for a burger and we were back home in a while. Pops said he wanted to hear all about my Mexican weekend. I told him as much as I could. He was dissapointed he was wanting details of my time with the men. I told him about all the drinking and he seemed like it was OK that I was wasted most of the time. He said he liked the way I kept the cum on my face. The boys all were listening quietly an nodding like they understood what I was telling about my time that weekend. I was told the next day about the things they had done for Ray's friends too. I ran a bath and soaked for a good long time. Baths were rare I found you really had to earn them. I earned it. I had a couple days off from fucking Pops and the boys. I knew I was going to get fucked soon and it was probably going to be Pops along with the boys. The guy's told me Ray had connections with the cops. Ray had access to every single child molester in the area. The cops (no idea how many) would keep him informed on when they got out of jail or prison. I was told that there was a small fee for the info. Ray made contact with them and set prices and times. I was amazed that this stuff was happening. It made sense though. Cop gets accused Ray makes the kids recant. Cop owes Ray. This is the most basic way to explain it. Unprotected kids made to think that it was their fault. So Ray could set up runaways to be the nastiest little fuck slut for a weekend with pedos. Each of us were basically groomed in the same manner. Except some of the guys had been making a living as child prostitutes on the streets. Chris said he had been hooking at 10 years old. He earned his place as a groomer. Pops was into boys teen boys mostly, he applied for "troubled boys" street kids hooking for a living or to feed a drug habit. They were definitely interested in the sissy faggot. Pops volunteered his place the second Ray told him about me. Basically an orphan who could be useful for the pedos who wanted something different. I found out that Paul was the  choice of the S and M types. Rare as hell but out there somewhere. I was told that I was going to be busy no less than once a month I'd be pimped out individual men groups like I'd been with. Groups were fairly common. Individual men usually were "just being kinky fuckers " the story was they paid more. I never heard how much any of us were worth . Over the next few days the fucking and sucking were back on again. Pops started fucking the other boys again. Not that he forgot about me. I was still in the middle of cocks of course. And then it was time to get back into my boy clothes. School was starting tomorrow. My tighty whities felt uncomfortable. My 501s were rather heavy and restrictive. I got on the bus and sat away from the boys. I wanted to see who I could meet. The boys had told me that the house has always had a reputation for being a fag house. It was known that "trouble kids "lived there. I figured a good lie might not be a bad idea. The first stop was us. The second stop a fine ass little brunette chick gets on. I made sure she saw me "notice" her before I turned back to the magazine that I was reading. She sat in front of me and asked if I was new. I told her to the school yes but I had been on the planet a little while now. She got a little giggle out of that. Chris said just loud enough watch out she's a bigger slut than you are. She flipped him off and asked if I was like them. I'm staying at that house but I'm not anything like them. True to an extent. None of them were sissy faggots. They were regular faggots. She said yeah right. I told her I could prove I was not like them. How she asked. I  had a line ready. A little kiss would never really convince you right? No probably not she said. I think it's a little soon to ask you if I might show you how framilar I am with the female anatomy and some of the ways a young lady might find pleasureable. But you say the word and I'll be happy to. She laughed at me and said that is the lamest way anyone has asked to fuck me. I got the laugh. She was already starting to change her initial thought of me being a fag. Now for the good guy part of the lie. I could have taken a spot close to where I was living. But a 7 year-olds twins (nice touch I thought) needed that place I was set to go to. I  couldn't really bring myself to break up a matching set could I? That got a smile and the sound I was really hoping to hear. Awww that is just so sweet of you. I was different from the boys now. I told her it was probably going to a while before I could go back "home" in the system. When I told her I was an orphan myself she was going to be at least a friend of mine at school. In the time it took to tell her that we had made a couple of stops little kids really. The 4th stop on walked a chick who sat next to my new friend. Who's this she asked. Oh crap I forgot to tell her my name let alone get hers. I looked at the first one and said that is a great question. She said Laura I said Lauren. She said no Laura. I'm the new kid I'm supposed to say something silly. She got it your Lauren she said cracking up. I turned to the new red head and said Lauren and you?  Connie where do you live?  Laura cut in and outlined what I had told her. You live at the fag house? I'm off limits I told her. She gave me a look that said yeah right. Laura leaned over and whispered in her ear. She looked over at me and said that is some pretty lame shit. I just said I was trying to be as polite as I could. You know nice guy instead of like them. She looked back at the boys and said at least you seem civilized. Connie wanted to see my schedule. Of course the gave me a rundown of the teachers and other things I might need to know. The guy's had pretty much done that but I didn't want to interrupt. We have the same lunch Connie said meet me in front of the library. I  could do that. I was going to be in the library after lunch as an  assistant to the lady in charge. Laura told Connie he's a nice boy don't let anyone mess with him about that fag house OK?  So regardless of what the boys could say I had 2 new friends. I was really hoping to get one. They told people that I was "cool" and not like those boys. I still didn't like my tighty whities I'd  stop wearing them in 2 more days. School was looking to be OK for now.