The Goth - Sex Stories

The Goth

I was never a very tall child, always shorter than average. Growth spurt didn't help as much as I would have liked but oh well, it is what it is. Of course being smaller then most of the guys in my grade, as well as some of the girls, never got me many friends. However, going on to my junior year I fell into a group of friends. Tossed may be a better word for it. A group of jocks had picked me up and stuffed me into a trash can and kicked it over the small hill out front. The trash cane can rolled shorter then usual and came to a very sudden stop. I slowly stuck out my head, just enough to see, so I could tell what stopped the can. When I looked up and saw a face somewhat remember from around school I must say I was a little shocked. He was a senior, a little larger then most of the seniors. Wearing black tripp pants with bright green stitching, black combat boots, one of which was resting on the trash can still after it stopped it from rolling, and a bright green tight long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve over it. A lip ring hole in the center of his lip, the ring missing however. Dark eye liner and his long black hair, usually hanging to his shoulders was now pulled back in a pony tail. As I sat, still in the trash can, looking up at him others of his group of friends ran up beside him and some on past to stand just on the other side of the trash can. "I have watched you push this poor guy around for the last two years, it ends today." He said looking up the small ...

... hill to the jocks, staring them down. The two jocks in no hurry to tangle with five rather large guys, all dress remotely the same with varying color patterns, several with the chains from their pants wrapped or being wrapped around their fist, turned and walked away. The five around me started putting in various piercings. Most of the people in the school would have called them goths, at that moment I would have called them my saviors. The next year went smoothly after that. Of course they insisted that I start hanging out with them during school. Which turned to after school. Which turned to whenever. I was now part of their inner circle. Within weeks I started to dress like them, one even took me to get my first piercing, and then shortly after my second. Ending up with both ears pierced as well as a small hoop on both sides of my bottom lip. Snake bites most call them. There was more then just the five guys in the group as I learned quickly. Many more. One that was just about my age, we called her ghost. For several reasons. Mostly because she was ghost pale. However that did not remove from how beautiful she was. Her black hair ran in perfectly straight to rest on her shoulders. Her black lip stick and eye liner stood out perfectly against her pale skin. Her tight fiting shirts, usually displaying some band, clung to her torso in a way that it showed off her upper body. Her upper body muscles well toned, clearly she kept in shape, worked well the show help show that her ...