But I'm a Boy, Not a Camgirl!

[ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANTASTY ARE 18 OR OLDER]

White hot humiliation. I don't know how long I stayed in Rachel's closet, another man's semen running down my thighs, still very much wearing the girly cheerleading uniform and soiled pink panties.

I went home that night in disbelief of what I'd done. What had been done to ME.

I had to sneak into bed, lest someone see me dolled up in my cheerleader outfit. I should've returned the girly, tight skirt and top, but I couldn't face Rachel after what happened. Did she know it was me in the closet, being used?

I showered, taking care to wash the makeup from my face. I tried to ignore the tingling of my silky smooth legs and the jiggle of my butt in the mirror. Despite my best efforts, I caught a glimpse of my poor pink anus...cum dripped from it, fresh as though I'd just been fucked. Oh god.

Monday morning, the memory of the debauchery hits me like a hangover. How could I ever show my face at school again? I should just stay in bed and die here.

I check my phone--the school's socials proudly announce that the boys won the basketball game, playing like they'd never played before. The thought crosses my mind...did the cheerleaders' "goodnight kiss" actually work?

I scroll further, curious...apparently the buzzer beating three-pointer was courtesy of Darius himself. My brain flashes back to how he held me, how I wiggled my booty on his manhood, how I took him in my mouth and brought him to orgasm...no. Stop it. That stuff isn't real. No one knows it was me.

I scroll to the comments. A hidden reply, from one of the tertiary jock assholes:

"Kelsey was the real MVP." Oh my god. This can't be real.

I pace the floor, freaked. Calm down. They think it was Kelsey, not me. As long as the other cheerleaders don't put two and two together (which, historically, isn't their strong suit) I'm gonna be fine.

I decide the best thing to do is to head to school, see what the vibe is, and find out if Darius has been talking about me. I mean, Kelsey.

----

Arriving at school, it's a relief that I'm back to being invisible. When I was Kelsey, it seemed like everyone was staring and trying to casually put their hands on me. Here, I'm just a short guy. Just a guy. Never thought I'd appreciate it this much.

I catch Rachel's eye in the hallway. She looks me up and down in a new way that makes my heart leap into my throat. After a moment, it's over. I keep walking.

When the bell rings to send me to basketball practice, I'm horrified to face the coach again. He figured out my "little secret" himself, just by recognizing my body. Would he say anything? No, I thought...he promised. Right after he pumped me full of cum.

I did my towel duties as usual, staring at the ground the entire practice. I stole some glances at Darius, who ignored me as usual. Why wouldn't he? It was Kelsey, not Jamie. I sneak a peak at his loose-fitting shorts, wondering if anyone else here has been so close to him...

In the locker room, I rush in and out as fast as I can--no point risking any undue attention on my posterior. As I'm heading out, I hear the team chattering as they enter:

"She had my shit on brick," offers Terrence. This elicits a chorus of "damn rights."

"You better watch yourself. That's MINE," responds a deep voice that I know intimately to be my bully himself. Is Darius talking about ME?

"You gotta show me the video."

"Hell nah."

"Man all these dudes done seen it already, I just wanna look." Video? What are they talking about? Against my better judgment I sneak in behind them and get a glimpse at Darius' phone.

"Fuuuuuck," moan half the team. I can barely make it out, but it's a sneaky video of some cheerleader giving some incredibly enthusiastic head. Her round, pale buttocks peak out from under her tight little skirt. This is pretty hot. Are they watching porn or a real home video?

Then, I hear him: "Damn, you love that dick." It's Darius' voice on video. Where have I heard that before?

With horror, I realize it's a video of my own fat ass, gulping down Darius' dick like an overpaid pornstar.

And they're ALL watching.

Darius puts the phone away. "Yall weird for that. It's just some head."

"But she had that big ol' onion booty! I wanted to leave a big red handprint on that little ho."

"You not gonna. That belongs to me." Darius is claiming me. Why are my shorts wet?

"Yo the white boy likes it too," sneers Terrence. Caught. They all laugh their asses off. I scamper out into the hallway before realizing Darius is chasing me. He's gonna beat my ass.

Suddenly, like Superman stepping in front of a train, Coach Brown steps out of his office between us.

"What's the problem, gentlemen?" asks the Coach. I get weak in the knees.

"Nothin. Just playin." Darius says. Coach looks to me.

"Is that how you like to play, Jamie?" I start sweating. I remember his spanks and thrusts and my face goes bright red. "Relax. Come into my office." Dear god.

I follow the Coach into his cramped little office. I sit across from him.

"You hear we won the game?" I nod. "Your job is to support the team. Didn't see you in the stands."

"Sorry, Coach," I manage to say, "I wasn't feeling well."

"Yeah?" The deep bass of his voice rattles my teeth. "You feeling better?"

I shrug. He leans forward.

"I told you. Your secret is safe with me." Oh god, it was all real. "But that means my secret needs to be safe with you."

With everything going on, I had completely forgotten that what had happened between us was not acceptable. This guy could lose his job if I had the guts to tell anyone else what went down.

"Yeah."

"You mean yes sir?"

"Yes sir."

"Come here." He indicates his lap.

"I...what?"

"You say yes sir and you come the fuck here." I don't waste anymore time. I approach him and sit on his lap.

"Are you gonna be a good girl? Or a bad girl?" he asks. My mind goes blank.

"I'm...not gonna tell." He spins me around like I weigh nothing, shoving me down with my ass in the air. I'm in the spanking position.

"I asked you a question. Good girl or bad girl?"

He SMACKS my ass through my jeans. It almost hurts. Is this a game he's playing or is this an actual threat?

When I don't answer, he yanks my pants and boxers down. SMACK! A loud fleshy pop of my ass cheek. That one hurts.

"Good girl or bad girl?" he insists.

"G...good girl," I squeak out.

"I can't fucking hear you." SMACK SMACK SMACK! Three HARD spankings on my bottom, which jiggles violently. On the last spanking, he grabs my ass cheek and squeezes hard.

"Am I gonna have to teach this big fat ass another lesson, white boy?"

"No, sir, I'm a good girl."

"Yes, you are." His thick finger finds my hole. I get this familiar red hot sensation in my tummy. Do I want this?

"I'm a good girl for...Daddy." I add.

"Mmm. I knew you were my good girl. You won't tell nobody about this big fat black dick up in your guts?" His finger circles my hole and my mind goes blank. It's so tantalizingly close, if he'd just go a little further...

I wiggle my hole closer, but he pulls away.

"You didn't say yes sir."

"Yes sir, yes sir Daddy, I'll be a good girl for you. I won't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone what?"

"That your...big fat black dick was pounding my fat white ass."

HIs finger slips in, and my eyes roll back. I MOAN, like a cheap whore. His free hand goes over my mouth.

"Don't worry baby. We'll meet again. Now go to class." He lets me stand. I wobble. He SMACKS my ass once more and I let it jiggle in his face as I reach down and pull my pants up.

"Big ol' white ass."

As I exit into the empty hallway, I wonder if anyone heard all that noise my butt was making.

----

By the time last period rolled around, Kelsey was the talk of the school. It was like a waking nightmare--my bare butt on everyone's phones. I couldn't help but notice that the Black students were particularly fixated on the video. Weird.

No one was sure who posted it or who even took the video, but I figured out that it was being shared via R*ddit. I looked it up myself, in the bathroom.

The subreddit was some weird racial fetish thing, but it had been crossposted to subs called "phat ass white girls" and "naughty cheerleaders" and "girls finishing the job." The comments were all nothing short of vile--descriptions of how they'd like to see me take a dick, how much they'd PAY to see it...didn't these losers know they were looking at a BOY's butt? It was super gay of them to watch me suck Darius' dick.

Before long, I'd been scrolling for half an hour. I'd be in big trouble when I got back to class. I went to save the post, but it mysteriously vanished before my very eyes. What the hell?

"This file has been removed in response to a copyright notice." Thank god. At first I wondered if the school administration had gotten involved--it's their school cheerleader uniform in the video, after all--but the word copyright gave me pause.

When I returned to class, it was time to leave. I overheard some nerd kvetching about the video getting "copyrighted."

"Dumb bitch," he grumbled. "Just wants to promote her damn OnlyF*ns."

Interesting theory. If someone could get the video removed for copyright, they must be hosting it as their property elsewhere...

When I got home, I searched high and low for the offending account. After a few variations and a tip from reddit, I found it.

"WhitegurlKelsey." Brand new account. One video. Two hundred followers.

Holy shit. A moment of anger--someone is making money off of a video of me!--and then...pride. Two HUNDRED in a day? They're all paying to see more...of me.

I make an account and message WhitegurlKelsey, which means paying the subscription. I type out a message explaining that I'm the "girl" in the video and they were making money off of me. No reply right away.

I look around my room. Kelsey's cheerleader uniform taunts me where I took it off. I should throw that out.

DING! A reply from WhitegurlKelsey. "I can give you control of the account, Jamie, but you have to keep making content."

Oh fuck. Fuck. Someone knows. Someone knows and they're taunting me.

"Is this blackmail?" I reply.

"No. Just someone helping you find your true self. Isn't that what you want?"

"I just want my life to go back to normal."

"From the sounds of this other video, it sounds like you want 'big black dick in your fat white ass.' Would you say that's more accurate?"

She sends a video, but I already know what it is before I watch it. It's a spy shot of me, bent over in the closet, shaking my bubble butt on Coach Brown's dick.

"Boy," the reply comes quickly, "Kelsey had a lot of fun that night. I don't recognize the man, but I recognize an orgasm when I see one." She sends a closeup of the cum shooting from my limp dick as I get pounded.

"Please delete that. I'm begging you."

"It's a bad video, Jamie. It'll get folks in trouble. And you'll probably get your ass kicked. But I've legit never seen you this happy. Why don't you just try things my way, see if you like it?"

I sigh and look over at the cheerleading uniform. "You want me to put it back on and make 'content' for you?"

"Not for me. Well, not JUST for me--I love this shit. You're so sexy." I blush in spite of myself. "But for the whole community who loves your fat butt. And if you discover some sexy truths about yourself along the way, all the better!"

I think it over. This is a terrible idea. I'm straight. I'm a man. I'm not some kind of camwhore.

"Here's how much you've made so far." She sends me a screenshot of "my" subscribers and how much they're paying.

Woof.

"So you'd be like, my manager?" I reply, interest piqued.

"Oh, she's in."

"Shut up. Just tell me what to do?"

"First, you gotta tease a little more. The people want that signature Kelsey booty. So put your little uniform on and just take some pics and vids teasing me."

"I don't like the thought of teasing YOU. You're a strange man."

"I'm the closest thing to a girlfriend you're gonna get, Jamie. Now get started."

It took a few minutes to get my phone camera situated in a way that wouldn't expose my face or my penis. Slipping back into the Kelsey uniform was...earth shaking. Goosebumps went up my arms as the panties slip so delightfully up my smooth, pale legs. Nestling into my ass crack. The skirt--so free. So breezy. I started to feel like a fun, sexy girl having fun taking pics. Nothing wrong with that, is there?

My costume donned, I turned the camera on. First, just slowly exposing my ass (my legs tight together just in case) and then experimenting with some squeezing. I jiggle, amazed at how much it moves from my minor shaking. I DO have a fat butt. My signature mole on the right cheek moves appreciatively as I jiggle.

"Having fun yet?" asks my tormentor. I lost track of time. I better send this.

I nearly spread my cheeks but then remember what lies beneath. Instead, I SPANK my butt hard, like Coach did. Oooooh, reader, I was hooked.

Finally, I turn the camera off. As I hit send, I wonder how the fuck I can justify this to myself as a straight boy. Would Rachel ever talk to me again if she knew?

"Damn, Kelsey! I knew it was fat, but that thing can move!! You're so hot." I blush again at the stranger's praise.

"Thanks :) what do I call you?"

"Just call me X for now. I'll post this and do some reddit marketing. We're gonna make some money, babygirl."

A Venmo request--from an account called Kelsey's X. I accept the money.

My first job.