Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 01:08:13 -0700
From: DesertDog <cleveland73@msn.com>
Subject: alone upstairs part 3

     I was hypnotized by a swinging pendulum covered by a
painted-on skirt.  Her hips, slender and firm, took their turns
moving through the crowd.  They were on a beeline right for me;
in mere moments I'd be able to pick up the scent.

     It was Lisa, with an undeniable smirk on her face.

     She knew!  Shit, she knew!  She had seen!  Why in the hell
did I even come to school today?  The family emergency that had
drawn my parents out of town had ended up requiring them to stay
for another three days, so I could've stayed home with no
repercussions.  But, here I was.  Kids were trotting across the
lawn at different rates of urgency as I entered the early stages
of a panic attack!

     Lisa approached, stopping with her breasts just inches from
my person.  My crotch was almost touching her bare midriff.  My
body was in a state of contradiction.  The way that skirt fit,
the way her long, silky, blonde locks reached down to tickle her
cleavage that was exposed by the low-cut tummy-shirt she was
wearing, and the aroma of her perfume had my cock wanting to
burst through my faded denim jeans and salute her. Yet, the
nauseating fear of pending humiliation made my cock and balls
want to shrink and suck up in to my body until they were lodged
in my nostrils.

     When ever Kyle and I were alone and there was no fear of
being ridiculed for such sappiness, he would gush over Lisa's
eyes.  I now knew why.  She looked unflinchingly up into mine,
and had me paralyzed.  Even if she had no embarrassing
information about me, I would have been at her mercy.  She smiled
a gentle, friendly smile, the way a girl smiles at her
boyfriend's best friend.

     "Hey, Clay."  She said quite casually, giving no hint to
anything.   I just nodded at her.

     "Kyle wants to have lunch on the stands at the football
field today... All FOUR of us."  She said with a flick of her
eyes toward the front of the building.  I quickly discerned what
she was indicating when I saw Trish standing on the steps, waving
shyly at me.

     "You can't keep hurting her feelings.  Just have lunch with
us and talk to her."

     I just nodded and mouthed "Okay".  Lisa turned and sauntered
away.  Yanking my mind away from watching her walk, I smiled and
acknowledged Trish with a nod then quickly turned and headed for
the side entrance where the restrooms were located.

     I entered a stall and latched the door just as the bell
rang.  I listened for the room to empty, then sat down on the
toilet lid and sighed.  Maybe they hadn't seen anything!  It
certainly didn't seem so.  Lisa was her usual sexy, commanding
self, and Kyle wanting to have lunch on the stands wasn't a new
thing.  Trish waving bashfully was as common as other girls
confidently shunning me.

     I relaxed a bit.  I had been refusing to get to know Trish
ever since Kyle started trying to push us together.  Not that she
was ugly or anything, she was very cute, but in an adorable baby
sister kind of way.  But right then the thought of talking to her
and having lunch together sounded good compared to what I had
thought was going to happen.   I leaned back on the toilet,
suddenly drained.  I hadn't slept the night before thanks to all
the anxiety about being revealed as a dog-fucker.  Or, rather, a
dog's bitch!  My ass began to ache as I sat on the hard surface
of the toilet lid.  I stood and gathered my backpack.  I stepped
out into the restroom and looked up at the clock.  First period
was almost over!  I couldn't believe I had sat there so long.  I
headed down the hall toward my second period class.

     Lunch hour couldn't have came any slower.  My ass ached
sitting in the those hard damned school desk seats.  I couldn't
think of anything to say to Trish and was just wanting the whole
thing to be over with.  My last class before lunch involved one
of those teachers that likes to drone on and on in a voice that
sounds like it's coming from a lethargic turtle.  When the bell
finally rang I stood and nonchalantly navigated the hallways.

     After grabbing a bag of chips and a soda out of the vending
machines I headed to the football field.  As I made my way across
the grass I could see Kyle, Lisa and Trish waiting for me.  It
looked like they were already finished with their lunch as they
were gathering their garbage and tossing it in a nearby waste
bin.  They sat back down as I approached.

     "You don't get to have that yet!" Kyle said sharply as he
stood and snatched away my soda and chips. I hadn't opened either
one yet and Kyle was playing keep away with them.

     "What the hell, Kyle?  I'm starving, dude!"

     "The doggie has to do his trick before he gets his treat!"
It was Lisa's voice and the words gave me a chill!  I ceased
chasing Kyle around and looked at the girls.  Lisa was holding up
a camera phone!

     I walked closer to see the picture on the tiny screen. I
couldn't make it out with the sun shining on it.  I grabbed
Lisa's hand and forced her to tilt the thing until I could see
clear enough that my worst fear was true.  There it was, on a
two-inch screen, a picture of me naked, except for a jockstrap,
on my hands and knees being fucked by a dog!  Lisa reached up
with her other hand and pushed a button, changing the picture to
another, slightly more clear one of Harley and I tied, ass to
ass!

     My stomach gurgled.  My knees trembled then gave way.  Kyle
dropped the soda and chips, causing the soda to spring a hissing
leak, and grabbed me.  He sat me on the bottom bleacher.  He put
his hand on my forehead and pushed my head back until my eyes
were looking straight into his.

     "Now we know why you keep ducking Trish.  You already had
a...significant other."  He said.  They all laughed.  Trish stood
over Kyle and looked down at me, my head was still being held
back.  I could see a shit-eating grin on her face.

     "I am actually flattered.  At least the fact that you don't
like me isn't because you think I am a dog."  She laughed
heartily at her own joke.  Kyle released my head and stood back.
I leaned forward leaning my elbows on my knees as my face plopped
into my hands.  I wanted to vomit.  Then die.  They all began
laughing.

     "Don't worry, Clayton, we won't hold it against you."  Kyle
said, rather matter of fact.

     "Yeah, we still love ya."  Lisa added.

     I slowly looked up at their, now straight, faces.  I wasn't
sure they were being sincere or not.  Then Kyle handed me my
chips as he sat down and put his arm around me.

     "Tell me," he spoke with a genuine curiosity, "was that
planned, or did it just happen?"

     I was too nauseated to even consider opening the chips and
Kyle's question didn't help.  I knew that the first time just
happened; after purposely trying to get Harley to lick my ass
that is.  But, the second time I actually wanted it.  I certainly
couldn't reveal that bit of the story.

     "It just happened."  I said, my voice was very meek.

     "That's what I figured."  Kyle said as he gave my shoulder a
subtle squeeze.  It was possibly the greatest thing he'd ever
said to me.  I immediately felt closer to him in the oddest way
and began to realize how comforted I was that he was sitting
there at that moment.
     But, just as fast as that realization hit me, I rejected it.
To feel all mushy about another guy, regardless of how long I'd
known him or how much we had shared and experienced together, was
more than I could handle right then on top of everything else.  I
stared at him a moment then glanced at the girls.  They were
looking on with the same genuine curiosity with which Kyle spoke.
At least Lisa was.  Trish had the slightest bit of tongue in her
cheek.

     "I couldn't stop him."  I said, as meek as before.

     "Didn't sound like you wanted him to stop." Trish blurted.
Lisa cuffed her on the shoulder and snapped at her with her eyes.

     "Well, it's true!  You were all laughing last night!"

     I lowered my head back to my hands.  As I pleaded silently
for the sweet relief of death, I heard the three of them argue.

     "Yeah, so we laughed, no reason to be a bitch now!"  Kyle
responded.  "Or should we refresh the school's memory of the
carrot you got lodged in your cunt back in the sixth grade?  That
didn't just happen!"

     "Or the little 'services' you give your thirty year old
cousin."  Lisa added.

     I could hear Trish gasp at the revelation of her deepest
secret.  Kyle's arm slid off my shoulders.  I slowly raised my
eyes above my fingers.  Trish was taking tiny steps backward,
shaking her head in horror.  Out of the corner of my eye I could
see Kyle, his expression was grilling Lisa for answers.

     "I told you I didn't think she was right for Clayton."

     Trish flung her hands in the air and spun around.

     "Go to hell, all of you!"  She screamed before braking into
to a run, scampering toward the parking lot.  Ridiculously, I
noticed how good her ass looked as she fled.

     Lisa sat on the other side of me and patted my leg.  Kyle
replaced his arm around my shoulders.  Emotions percolated behind
my eyes.  The only thing that kept my face dry was the
understanding that though it may have seemed like I was in the
company of the best friends I'd ever have - staunch friends, true
confidants - they didn't know the whole truth.  The truth of how
I wanted it the second time and was in complete ecstasy. They
might have responded differently had they known.  I was still
alone in the world.  But, at least I didn't have to feel so at
that moment.

     After the bell rang Lisa headed for class while Kyle gave me
a ride home.  I laid on the couch, finally able to sleep.  It was
around 1:00 pm when I closed my eyes.   Three hours later I was
jerked awake - literally.

     Someone grabbed me by the collar and yanked me to my feet.
My eyes and brain stumbled over each other trying to focus on the
face of the person who held me off the ground.

     "Wake up, pervert!"

     That voice was all my brain needed to reverse course and
come back to full consciousness.  It was Louis!  The 6'5" captain
of the basketball and football teams.  He was a senior and I only
knew him from the team.  I was tall and lean enough for
basketball but never could find a place on the gridiron.  Louis,
however, was built for anything he wanted.  At six-foot even I
still had to look up at this monster.  His somewhat awkward ears
were the only thing pleasing, in a cuddly sort of way, about his
face.  A face topped with a dark buzz-cut that revealed several
scars on his scalp.  The short hair also brought out his eyes,
but not for the better.  They were ice-blue and menacing.
     Over his shoulder I saw his, only slightly smaller and much
blonder, partner in crime, Dusty.  What the hell were they doing
in my living room?  They hardly ever spoke to me unless I missed
a shot in a game and they wanted to harass me.  They had never
come to my house before, thankfully.  But, here they stood, in
their basketball uniforms.  I could feel Louis's nose air blowing
into my eyes.

     "I said wake up you sick fuck!"  He screamed into my face.

     "What do you want, Louis?" I managed to croak out.

     "What do I want?  WHAT THE FUCK DO I WANT?  I don't want
anything.  I NEED to know whether someone I allow in MY locker
room, in MY shower room is a sick faggot or not!  See, I am
trying to give you the benefit of the doubt.  I won't just
believe any old picture emailed to me.  I want to see with my own
eyes!"

     Dusty held up a camera phone as he moved closer.  I didn't
need to look at it.  My world was crashing.  Life as I knew it
was ending.  I would never be looked at the same by anyone ever
again.  Kyle and Lisa had obviously been fucking with me.  Lisa
must've sent the pictures to everyone.  I felt so sick and weak.

     "Dusty!  Go get the dog!"

     Dusty searched for the back door, obviously assuming the dog
was outside.  Which he was.  Meanwhile, Louis held me up by the
collar, breathing in my face.

     "I let you work out in MY weight room.  I pass the ball to
you during games.  You better hope I haven't been passing off to
a faggot!  You better prove that wasn't you in the pic!  If this
dog fucks you, right here in front of me, I am gonna fuck your
ass up, hear me?  Better prove it aint you!"

     Dusty entered the room with Harley on a leash.  I silently
cursed Harley for not being meaner and not biting these bastards.

     "What the fuck, Dusty?  Take him off the leash, lets see
what he does!'

     "Dude, what if his parents come home or something?"  Dusty's
words were terrifying.  Not because of what he said, he had no
way of knowing that my folks wouldn't be home for two more days,
but because I knew what he was thinking.  The leash said it all.
They were gonna take me somewhere!

     "Good thinkin' bring the dog!"  Louis said as he drug me
toward the front door.

     They stuffed me in the back seat of Louis's car with Dusty
sitting on top of me to keep me from trying to leap out at stop
signs.  Harley got to ride up front.  I had hoped they were gonna
take me out in the woods but, after about ten minutes, I knew
where we were.  The school!

     They drug me into the gymnasium and threw me on the floor.
I made no effort to get back to my feet.  I just laid there with
my sweaty face sticking to the hardwood.  I could hear Harley's
toenails clicking across the court as he was led along by Dusty.
Louis closed the doors and ordered Dusty to let Harley roam free
and to strip me of my clothes.

     "What if someone is still around?  The janitor or someone?"
Dusty asked Louis.

     "That creepy old janitor would probably like to watch this,
but just in case, go get some basketballs.  I'll take care of the
faggot."

     Ever so dutiful, Dusty scampered off to the equipment room.
Louis grabbed my feet and drug me across the gym floor.  Dragging
me the way he was caused my shirt to slide up and my back,
sweating from the hot car ride, wasn't gliding smoothly over the
waxed hardwood.  My skin was burning and causing me to yelp and
squirm.  Aggravated, Louis finally let go of my feet and kicked
me square in the balls.

     "Quit fucking around, faggot!"

I doubled over and clutched my boys.  If I wasn't on the verge of
vomiting earlier at the sickening revelation of my life being
changed for ever, I was certainly ready to puke now from the
fierce ache in my guts.   The toe of his shoe hit me directly on
my nut sack, driving my nards up into by body.  I was sure they
had ruptured.

     I was thrashing around when louis snatched me up like a doll
and flung me over his shoulder.  He carried me over to the end of
the retracted bleachers.  Holding me with one hand, he rolled a
cart full of folding chairs out of the way with the other.  He
then stepped around behind the cart and ducked behind the stands,
scraping my back on a rail as he did so, drawing a holler from
me.  He deposited me rather unceremoniously on floor.  My elbow
came down ferociously on another rail that was bolted to the
floor.  I screamed in pain again, and grasped my arm.

     "Shut up, ya fucking wimp!" Louis spat, in a disgusted tone.

     There wasn't much room back there.  There was even less head
room as Louis was forced to stoop.  I laid there, tears in my
eyes, my nuts felt like they were gone, and I was sure my elbow
had some serious damage.  Just then, Harley came traipsing up to
me and licked me in the face.  Then, the sound of basketballs
drumming across the court reached my ears.  Dusty was dribbling
one with each hand as he approached.

     "What are these fo... what the hell happened to him?" Dusty
asked as he studied me clutching multiple parts of my body.  He
caught one of the balls.  The other bounced unintentionally but
appropriately to Louis.

     "While the faggot's getting fucked we are gonna shoot some
baskets, that ways, if anyone comes in, they won't suspect
anything.  Now get his clothes off!"

     Dusty immediately obeyed.  He grabbed my feet and yanked my
Nikes off.  I was in too much pain and too nauseous to put up
enough fight to keep him from ripping my, not extremely baggy but
still loose fitting enough to be removed easily, jeans off in one
swift move.  He literally tore my boxer briefs off and rubbed
them in my face.

     I tried to keep on my stomach as much as I could to hide a
hardening cock.  Being forced out of my clothes at school by
these two studs who'd had more cheerleaders bounce on their laps
in the last month then points scored in a game, was turning me
on, to my absolute disgust.  What was wrong with me?  Just then,
Harley started licking my upturned ass.  Lying flat with my
cheeks clinched together he couldn't really get to my hole.

     "Hey, look, the dog is trying a little foreplay!"  Dusty
said and bellowed with laughter.

     "I knew it!"  Louis yelled.  "Get up on your knees, faggot!"

     I just laid there, afraid to move.

     "On your knees now!"

     I still didn't move.

     "Dusty, step on his nuts!"

     That was all it took.  I slowly raised up.  Harley hungrily
went after my now accessible hole.  The first few laps of his
tongue across my tender ring were painful, but, like massaging a
sore muscle, it quickly became a good kind of pain.  Harley
reared up and pulled himself atop me.  As he did I realized that
one thing had actually gone right: they had left my shirt on.
Harley's claws wouldn't shred my back again at least.  As Harley
started hunching away I could hear Dusty laughing and Louis
cursing with repulsion.

     "Man, what a sick fuck.  Likes fuckin' matin' with dogs!"

     With my left elbow still in incredible pain, my body weight
was being supported rather precariously by one arm.  I fought to
stay on all fours and keep my ass as high as possible to prevent
Harley from gaining the right position for entrance, but his
additional 100lbs was more than I could handle.  My arm gave way
and I was on my face with my ass in the air.  I had to spread my
knees apart a bit to relieve the pain in my back from such an
awkward position.  Doing so lowered my ass just enough that
Harley's pecker began landing all around the bull's eye.

     It tried to push myself up again with my right arm to negate
Harley's efforts but just as I did his cock found the mark and he
drove it home, forcing me forward.  My face slid across the floor
with a stinging squeak.  Dusty continued laughing behind me as
Louis continued to insult me.

     The pleasurable, physical sensations that I felt immediately
upon penetration made it even harder to fight out of this.  I
hated myself for liking this.  I hated myself for allowing it to
happen the first time.  I hated myself for being a sick pervert.
But, the sick pervert that I was, I was getting turned on by the
entire situation.  I couldn't blame it on manipulations of my
prostrate.  I couldn't blame it on anything out of my control.  I
could only blame it on the fact that I was a sick pervert!  A
sick pervert driven by nothing but physical pleasure and
satisfaction.  The humiliation of being fucked by a dog to begin
with, doing it in front of people, especially people like these
two who would condemn me so much for it was adding to the
stimulation.  I was even sicker than I thought.

     As sore as my ass was from the two previous encounters, the
pain in my elbow and the dull ache in my guts from my abused
balls was also adding to the bliss.  My cock was rock hard and
dripping pre-cum.  This of course did not go unnoticed.  As Louis
was spitting his meanest comments I began to moan slightly with
each thrust.  Harley didn't keep up his thrusting this long the
first two times before turning around.  This time it seemed like
his hunching wasn't going to end; not that I wanted it to.  How
had I sunk so low to be enjoying such a situation?

     As I did my best to keep the moans from escaping my throat,
the whole event was suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable,
clattering echo of the gym doors being shoved open and then
recoiling shut.  Dusty and Louis immediately started dribbling
the basketballs nonchalantly.

     "Hey, Louis!  Getting in a little extra practice, eh?"
There was no doubt about it, it was Mr. Maizano, the principal!
But, I could've sworn there were two sets of footsteps clip-
clapping across the floor.

     "Yep, no way those cross-state shits...uh, sissies are gonna
be more prepared than I am, Mr. M!"

     "Atta boy, Louis, bring one home for us."  This voice
belonged to Mr. Shippley, the math teacher and one of my fathers
best friends.  I was actually trembling in horror while
simultaneously being fucked by a dog.  Fortunately, their
footsteps were getting softer.  They were heading across the gym
to the other exit.  This was the shortest route from the teachers
lounge to the faculty parking lot.  After another clatter of gym
doors, the basketballs ceased bouncing.

     I could feel Louis and Dusty's eyes on me again and I could
hear Dusty's snickers.  I was still on my face as I was still
unable to support my self on one arm.

     "Look at that, he's got his ass in the air like a horny
bitch!...he's just giving it to the dog!  What a disgusting
fuck!"  Louis said, though I know his eyes never left the scene
before him.

     Harley's thrusting suddenly stopped.  He laid across my back
panting heavily.  Then, as before, in a smooth motion he swung
his leg over my back and turned around.  We were ass to ass!
This drew a good laugh from Dusty, but no comment at all from
Louis.  Then the swelling started.  Harley's knot was inflating,
and this time it felt even bigger.  Maybe because I wasn't able
to relax as much as before, though I didn't think of myself as
being relaxed the first two times, my ass was more uncomfortable,
down-right painful this go around.

     I was grimacing, fighting the urge to scream, to plead for
them to get him out of my ass.  I felt the pulsing of his cock,
and the coinciding gushes of cum flooding my bowels, and I
realized that I was truly being bred in front of Dusty and Louis.
My cock, which hadn't gone completely soft to begin with,
stiffened back up to painful state.  It was throbbing agonizingly
and dripping pre-cum into a pool on the hardwood.  Gawd, why was
the idea of being humiliated like this turning me on so much?

     "Look how hard his cock is, man!"  Dusty blurted.  "He's
fucking loving this shit!"

     Just as he said these words the gym doors clattered shut
again and footsteps began to grow louder!

     "Who loves what?"

     Oh, Crap! Fuck, no!  It was fucking Trish!

     It was Dusty who finally responded.  Louis was silent.  He
hadn't said a word since Harley turned on me.

     "It's the dog fucker, man."

     Trish's footsteps came to a stop behind me with a gasp.

     " Holy shit!"

     I tried to push myself up on my good arm to try and make
things look a little less pathetic.  As pathetic as the reasoning
was, it was no use anyway.  I just couldn't hold myself up.
Harley's weight was no longer on my back but the pain, the
pleasure, the guilt were all draining my strength and was
seemingly being replaced by Harley's cum.

     "See, I told you.  Pictures don't lie!"

     Shit, it was her!  Maybe Kyle and Lisa were being sincere.
Awe, fuck, it didn't matter now anyway.  When everyone learned of
this, it was over.  I was over.

     Harley started to try and pull away.  There wasn't a lot of
room, but he managed to pull my ass to the side enough that I
could turn my head and look up at the three assholes.  Trish had
her hand over mouth but her eyes were beaming with satisfaction.
Dusty was grinning and shaking his head.  But Louis was frozen.
Frozen, save for one hand that was rubbing a huge bulge in his
basketball shorts.

     As Harley continued to squirm my as started squelching.

     "Oh, gross!"  Trish groaned.  Dusty then pointed out to her
how hard my cock was.  This had her Laughing her ass off.  Louis
then suddenly moved.  He stepped over me and squatted down in
front of me.  There was barely enough room for him to do so
between my head and the brick wall and a beam that supported the
back of the bleachers.

     He just knelt there silently for a moment.  Finally:

     "I saw you lookin' at my crotch you faggot!  You want it,
don't you!  Sniff my crotch, faggot!"
     I could hear Trish gasp, then giggle.  My face was still in
the ground, staring at one of Louis's shoes inches from my nose.

     "I said sniff it, ya sick fuck!"

     I couldn't push myself up so I just laid there.  This was
all humiliating enough, and though the thought of further
degradation of having to sniff someone's crotch in front of
others was adding to the erotic stimulation of the whole event, I
wasn't about to willingly take things to another level

     suddenly, however, Louis decided I had no choice.  He
grabbed my hair and started pulling my head up.  He was going to
rip out two handfuls of hair if I didn't rise, so I pushed myself
up with one arm as best I could until I could drape my bad arm
over one of his knees.  Then he just jammed my face down into his
crotch.  With all the excitement, the exertion of carrying a
human being around on his shoulder, and the hot car ride, his
crotch was giving off quite an odor, one the I wasn't finding too
repulsive.  Another wave of shame rolled through me.  How could I
find a man's ball sweat appealing?  Why was it turning me on that
I could feel how hard his cock was with my nose?

     "There ya go, just what you wanted, right faggot!"  He then
lowered to his knees forcing me to support myself again
momentarily.  He pushed the waistband of his shorts down,
revealing a jockstrap.  Who wears a jock on a day when he knows
he doesn't have practice or a game?  He then pushed the waist of
the jock down enough to let his cock vault out and his balls flop
over the elastic.  I was absolutely amazed and aroused by the
shear size of his equipment.  A rock solid nine inches and balls
like duck eggs.  I was pleasantly surprised at the neatly trimmed
bush above his rod and the shaved sack.  This was all jutting out
from between two chiseled, slightly hairy thighs.

     "Come on now, lick!"

     'Gawd, no!  There was no way I was going to do that.' I
said, ridiculously, to myself, I mean, after everything else, why
would I draw the line here?  Why would I think I had a choice in
the matter?

     When I hesitated, Louis shoved my face back into his groin.
The scent was stronger now and I could feel moisture on my nose
and lips.  I could hear Trish and Dusty laughing heartily.

     "I said lick!"  He slapped me on the side of the face,
making my ear ring.  The two assholes behind me found that
hilarious.  I slowly stuck my tongue out and touched the spot
between his nut sack and his inner thigh.  It tasted....salty.
Simply salty.  But not horrible.  He shoved my face in tighter,
screaming at me to lick.  I started licking more vigorously.  I
was actually enjoying it, the entire situation.  Once I thought
about in the right terms, the terms that I wasn't going anywhere,
I went for it.  Harley was still lodged in my ass.  I had almost
forgot about the severe pain in my rectum but it was still there.
I didn't want to look like I liked it but these three already
thought that I did, so I went for it.  I just started licking and
lapping like a dog.  I licked all over his nut sack and up his
shaft.  He let out a slight moan while the others roared with
laughter.

     Louis suddenly pushed my head back and pointed his cock
downward slightly.

     "Open up, faggot!"

     I didn't even hesitate.  I just opened my mouth.  He paused
before shoving it in.

     "If you bite me, I swear to God I'll kill you! "

     I hadn't even thought about that.  Now that the idea was in
my head I considered it.  But it would only be bad for me.  If I
bit it off he'd have to got the emergency room or something and
the story would get out about how it all happened.  Louis might
not want anyone to know he was making a guy suck his cock but
he'd find a way to tell them all about me.  So I quickly
discarded the idea.  Besides, I wanted that monster in my throat.
I realized this just as he drove it in.  He jammed the entire
length in all in one motion, making me gag and choke.  He pulled
it out momentarily.  I coughed and hacked, trying catch my breath
before he rammed it back in.  Then he did.  A little slower, but
that didn't help.  I was still choking.  He held it there and
screamed at me to suck.

     I was coughing around his dick, my eyes were watering, snot
was spewing out of my nose, all to the delight of Trish and
Dusty.  He slowly began pumping it in and out.  Gradually I found
my composure and learned to breath through my nose.  I was slowly
but surely adjusting and enjoying.  From a squatting position,
Louis began thrusting his hips faster, face fucking me.

     I've never seen a guy whose balls still hung so loose and
low when his cock was this hard, but his were, and every time he
thrust they would swing forward and bounce off my chin.
Surprisingly, it didn't take long before his thrusts quickened
and shortened and I felt him painting the back of my throat.
Blast after blast coated my tonsils.  As soon as the last spurt
cleared the end of his barrel, he shoved my head down and stood
up.  I swallowed his cum along with my pride.  It was also salty
and not at all horrible.  Then I turned my attention back to my
ass.

     They all just watched in silence for a few minutes as
Harley's attempts at disengaging were being thwarted by me moving
with him and holding on to his leg.  Finally, after several
minutes of being led by the ass around our small mating area and
me yelping, Harley's knot popped out with a splatter of dog
sperm.  A water-fall of dog cum poured down the back of my legs.
My cock was still hard and aching.  As Harley walked away with
his cock swaying between his legs, Trish, Dusty and Louis all
gasped at the size of it.  They couldn't believe I had it in my
ass.  It was only slightly smaller than Louis's.

     "What now?" Dusty aked.

     I glanced up at Louis, he was rubbing his cock again.  It
looked like it was getting hard again already.  He didn't answer
Dusty right away.  When he finally did, I got nervous.

     "We got to get him back to his house before he whines to
someone about this.  You two take the dog out to the car and make
sure no one is out there.  Wait for me.  I'll get him dressed."

     That last part had me concerned.  Why would he want to be
the one to help me dress?
     As the two toadies trotted off to do his bidding Louis
reiterated once more:

     "I said wait for me!"

     Oh shit, what now?

     I was still on my knees as I watched him approach me.  He
shoved me back down on to my face, my ass in the air, gaping and
still leaking dog cum.  He slipped his basketball shorts off and
unleashed his cock from the jockstrap again.  Without a single
word he knelt behind me and shoved that admirable meat into my
cunt.  Even after being loosened by Harley's dog pecker, and even
with all the dog cum acting as lubrication, it still hurt like a
mother fucker! He wasn't gentle.  He began ramming like a piston,
his huge balls smacking the back of my mediocre sack.

     I was grunting and being pushed across the floor again.  He
was sweating and huffing as he plowed me.  I realized he had
already came so his dick was going to be hard for a while.  It
was gonna take forever for him to shoot another load, so I
settled in for a savage fucking.

     My grunts were alternating with groans of pleasure.  I was
so sick I was loving every minute of it.  I kept trying to look
back at the side of his legs, the sight of that white strap
wrapping around his muscular ass as it flexed and dimpled with
every thrust was making me drool.  The picture in my mind of me
being raped by this big stud athlete was erotic as hell.  I
wanted to plead for him to fuck me harder, to fuck me faster, to
fuck my faggot boy-cunt, but I managed to control myself.

     After several minutes of being on my face with my ass in the
air like a bitch in heat being thoroughly ravaged, I heard him
moan: "Oh, gawd!"  I thought he was going to cum, but instead he
just slowed.  Then, in a slow, smooth motion, he lifted one leg
over and turned around.  His cock was still buried in me though
he was facing away from me.  He reached both hands down under my
waist and pulled my ass up toward him. Then, while holding me
like that he began doing squats.  He only fucked me like this for
about thirty seconds, then he moaned again and began to shudder.
I could feel his second load drenching my innards.  He then
lowered to his hands and knees as his cock began to soften.

     He stayed like that for a few minutes, with his softening
cock still in me and us ass to ass the way Harley and I had been
just a short time ago.   After his cock shrank enough to slip out
of my ass on it's own he stood and pulled on his shorts.

     "Get your fucking pants on, faggot!"  He barked as he walked
out into the open gym.  I just laid against the wall for a minute
thinking about it all.  I had been fucked by my dog again this
time in front of witnesses, fucked in the mouth and ass by the
biggest asshole athlete in school, and he fucked my like a dog no
less.  And I loved every minute of it.  I was suddenly wanting
more.  I knew Harley wouldn't be ready to go again anytime soon
since the first two times he fucked me he was rather spent the
rest of the night.  So I began wishing there was another dog
outside, or that Dusty would want to take his turn.  Gawd, what
kind of person would want more?


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