Date: Fri, 04 May 2001 16:47:22 +0200
From: Jeans Jock <jeans_jock@hotmail.com>
Subject: RICK MEETS MIKE'S TEENAGE RAPE GANG (M TTTTT piss, fist, rape)

If you're underage (minor) in your jurisdiction - do not read this story.
The facts depicted herein are pure fantasy (but what a fantasy!). No attempt
should be made to emulate these acts or to engage in unsafe sex with
untrusted strangers. Some of the characters in this story are under 18 years
of age. The author does not condone sex with such persons. The story is
merely intended for adult entertainment. (c) jeans_jock 2000. If you wanna
contact me about this story and let me know what you think - further ideas,
etc., you can do so at jeans_jock@hotmail.com.


      RICK MEETS MIKE'S TEENAGE RAPE GANG (M,ttttt, piss, fist, rape)


Mike's tastes were, to say the least, hard. Hard rock 'n' roll,
hard liquor, hard men and hard sex. At 15, he had not quite got
into hard drugs, but ... who knows? He was one of the toughest
little punks in the district. He gave most of the teachers at
school a hard time, in keeping with his hard image. His
participation in Gaz's group of guys was of interest to him,
but not exclusively so. He had other friends, who he met up
with occasionally, in order to hang out in the farther, and
more densely wooded parts of the park.

This particular Friday night saw Mike with four of his older
mates heading for the park after a night in the pub. Dave was
the oldest - 19. He had square-cut, close-cropped fair hair and
a heavy, muscular build, which he developed daily working as he
did on a construction site. His light-blue denim jeans were
faded and torn. Despite the chill night, he wore no shirt under
his leather jacket, which was open to reveal his almost
hairless, muscular chest. Stan and Dick were both 17. Stan had
shoulder-length black hair and leather jeans, into which was
tucked his white "muscles" tee-shirt. He was proud of his body
and liked to show it off, hence he always wore as few clothes
as public order would allow. His leather jeans sat snug around
his arse and not a bulge protruded over their waist-band. His
round face was clean-shaven, and his leather jacket hung over
his shoulder from his finger.

Dick was the tallest - and a clone if ever there was one -
Yellow Cats, light blue denims, check shirt open to the waist
and sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Round his neck dangled a
thick silver chain and on his head was a black skip-cap.

Last came Carl, 16, who never went anywhere except in lycra
shorts. Tonight's pair were white, and an inviting bulge showed
he was wearing a sports jock-strap. On his feet were high-top
baseball boots, and he sported a red leather jacket and a blue
skip-cap turned backwards.

The five of them had drunk heavily through the evening, but
were by no means blitzed. They had been talking and laughing as
they walked towards the park and now had fallen into silence,
as they trooped through the undergrowth to the cruising area.

No one was quite sure what was going to happen that night - no
one ever was. Each boy's cock started to twitch a little at the
anticipation of what might happen - the still air, the
darkness, the danger were all themselves enormous turn-ons. It
only needed the right factor to bring all the chemistry
together...

Stan felt the urge for a piss come on and said to the others
"Hey, you guys, hang on a sec - I'm just stopping for a pee."
The others had walked past him, as he unbuttoned his leather
jeans and hauled out his dick. He didn't turn or anything, but
just stood as the others looked back at him, pissing in the
middle of the half-trodden path through the bushes.

"How about saving some of that for me, pisser?" came a voice
from in front of them. Surprised, Stan stopped in mid-piss and
everyone looked to see who had spoken. There, leaning against a
tree was Rick, a stunning tough-guy muscleman of 22, grinning
at the group of youngsters. He was bare chested, his shirt and
denim jacket lying in a heap at his feet. The top button of his
jeans was undone, and his thumbs were inserted in the top of
his waistband. On his feet were heavy platform boots.

Rick and Mike's eyes met and there was obvious recognition.
Dave looked around at the other boys, who each nodded slightly,
as if giving consent by some previously pre-arranged code. Dave
and Dick ambled over to the stranger and stood either side of
him. "You want a groupie, fella?" asked Dave. "Yeah". "You want
danger?" asked Dick, and grabbed Rick's cock in a rough
fashion. It jumped with excitement at the threat in Dick's
voice, and huskily came the reply, "Yeah." It had a begging
quality, which did not escape the boys.

Dave and Dick stood either side of Rick, and Carl ambled over
to the trio, stood in front of Rick, who was now being held by
the shoulders by the two teenagers, and spat a gob in Rick's
face. He closed his eyes and moaned, "Oh, yeah, you fuckers,
treat me bad - treat me real bad."

The spit dripping from Rick's chin, Carl dropped to his knees,
and Dick roughly pulled open the fly, to reveal Rick's cock -
purple and pulsating, held by a wide cock-strap that stretched
his balls to their limit. The cock was a massive 10" long, with
a receding foreskin.

Carl just looked at it for a minute, then shuck off his leather
jacket to reveal his tight, muscular chest, and his one tit-
ring. His own cock was by now straining to be released from his
lycra shorts and jockstrap, but he didn't touch it. Instead he
positioned his mouth over the head of Rick's dick and breathed
over the engorged member before him. "Fuck," he said, "I don't
know whether to suck it or stick it up my arse!" "Everything in
good time," said Dave. "Just suck it for now, we'll get onto
the arse-work later."

Carl repositioned his mouth, but didn't touch Rick's penis.
Rick looked down, and could make out the young stud's toned
muscles glinting in the feeble light. He saw the kid's mouth
millimetres away from his cock, and the slight outline of the
beginnings of Carl's youthful moustache. Carl's tongue started
to flick gently over the cock before him, and Rick lunged his
groin forward, so tantalizing was the sensation. "Whoa, fella,"
said Dave, who placed a firm hand on Rick's flat stomach.
"We're in control, here, mate, not you - you're gonna need a
bit of restraining I think," and he produced from his jacket a
pair of handcuffs. Deftly he pulled Rick's hands behind his
back and snapped the cuffs over the wrists like a professional.

Rick's cock stiffened even more at this. The idea of being
restrained half-naked by 5 hunky teenagers in a dangerous
public place like this was sending him skyward. The lust plumed
along his veins, and he just wanted to be used. "Oh, yeah, just
use me, you horny fuckers, use me and abuse me."

Mike took the hint and positioned himself behind Rick. He had
hoisted his hard cock out of his skin-tight white jeans and,
with the buttons of Rick's jeans all undone, Mike slid them to
his ankles without difficulty. Rick had hairy legs, but his
arse was shaved as smooth as silk - the buns and the fuck-hole
- and Rick's fuck-hole was well greased up. Mike licked two
fingers of his right hand and forced them gently but surely up
Rick's ass. This time, instead of lunging forward, he lunged
backward, and at the same time, Carl leant forward and took the
entire length of Rick's cock in his mouth. It slid easily down
his pipe and into his throat without so much as a gag, so
practised Carl was at cock-sucking.

Rick gasped, even more so when Dave and Dick grabbed and
twisted one of Rick's nipples each. Mike roughly forced a third
finger into Rick's ass, and started a coarse fucking motion.
Rick was well used to this and Mike could feel Rick's arse had
capacity for more. gingerly, he positioned all five fingers at
Rick's puckered rosette and swiftly and surely inserted his
whole fucking hand up Rick's arsehole.

Rick had a bottle of poppers at his nose and breathed in
deeply, hard-core pig-lust forcing his arse down on the
teenager's invading hand. Carl started mouth-fucking Rick, but
only allowing his cock to recede out of his throat as far as
the back of his mouth before plunging down again. Carl had only
done this four or five times, when he felt the tell-tale
pulsations along the thick member in his mouth. Rick was
gasping from the pit of his stomach, and finally let out a
loan, low, intense moan. The first salvo of cum shot straight
down Carl's throat, no swallowing was necessary. The next two
gobs landed in his mouth, and as he grabbed the base of the
cock, he withdrew it from his mouth and wanked the rest of the
spunk out of it and over his face and chest. The juice just
flowed and flowed, and the young teenager loved it, dripping in
rivulets down his finely-toned body and face. He could taste
the clammy cum in his throat, and coughed up a gob of it.
Slowly he stood, and faced Rick. Rick looked lustfully at the
young boy before him - his face and body still covered in the
juice he'd just pumped out of his own cock. Carl formed a gob
of cum in his mouth and spattered it into Rick's face. Now he
could taste the cum that he'd just shot down the boy's throat
and whatever limpness had started to ease into his cock was
banished. It was as rock hard and ready for action as ever.

Dave took charge now and forced Rick to his knees. He
unbuttoned his denims and released his thick, shaved cock from
its confines. His studded belt hung at his waist and he shoved
the open leather jacket aside to reveal his rippling stomach
and well-defined pectorals. His chest was hairless, and his
nipples stood out hard in the chill night air. Dick grabbed a
handful of Rick's hair and pulled his head back, as Dave lunged
his hips forward and rammed his cock deep into Rick's mouth.
Dick held Rick's head in his left hand, and with his right
hand, unbuttoned his own Levis, scooping his cock and balls
out, encased as they were in a leather cock-strap. His jeans
were already cum-stained from the excitement of watching Carl
take Rick's spunk in his throat, and he wanked it up to a full
12" erection, as he watched Rick deep-throat his older buddy.

Stan gathered round now as well, his white tee-shirt up under
his chin, his leather jeans also open at the waistband. "I
still need to finish that piss," he said and closed his eyes
for a second. At first a dribble, and then a huge gush of piss
shot out of his erect dick and over Rick's face as he was still
sucking fervently on Dave's cock. Mike was also feeling the
pressure on his bladder, and moved in on the other side of
Dave, so that he too could piss his load over Rick. The piss
poured out of the two teenagers and over Rick's face, chest and
in his hair. His jeans, which were round his ankles, were
becoming sodden, as the two boys without any inhibition emptied
their bladders over Rick.

Finally, the piss abated, and Carl, the second-youngest of the
group, moved in, and removed his lycra shorts, to reveal his
straining cockstrap. He turned round, and presented his smooth,
shaved arse to Rick. Dave withdrew his cock, and instructed
Rick to eat Carl's ass-hole, which he started to do, with
relish. Again, Dick forced Rick's face right into Carl's hole,
and Rick started tonguing the young fuck-cavern with all his
energy. Carl spread his legs a little wider and bent over, as
Stan supported his younger pal. He thrust his arse back, and
moaned, as he reached for the bottle of poppers Mike by now was
proffering him. He snorted greedily at the phial and his head
began to thump. Only 16, but he growled like a wolf as he
forced his hips even farther back onto the gyrating tongue at
his back passage. He saw Stan's cock bobbing in front of him,
and reached out to take it in his mouth. His other hand wanked
softly at his own hard member, which also stood out proud
between his splayed legs. Stan grabbed the back of Rick's head
and forced his face into his buddy's arsehole, then forced
another stream a piss out of his thick, hard cock, which
splattered Carl's arse and washed over Rick's face as he licked
out the lad's boycunt. Rick's tongue delved into Carl's chute
and he slurped up Stan's piss as it showered over the boy's
arse.

For five minutes, this went on, the other boys gathering around
the scene and wanking their erect cocks. Dick pulled Rick's
head away from Carl's anus and moved in himself to start
fucking the junior. He had shucked his jeans down around his
boots, and, as he eased his thick cock into Carl's innards,
Rick moved in to resume his ass-tonguing, this time of the new
ass in front of him.

Dick moved slowly against Carl's smooth boy-cunt. The 17-year-
old was pretty worked up and didn't want to come too quickly.
Carl was coiled up like a watch-spring, and gasped at Dick's
gentle fucking movement in and out of his rear. He snorted
again at the poppers bottle and dived again onto Stan's thick
juicy cock. Stan was transfixed by the muscular body of Dick as
he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Each of the boys was taking
heady snorts at the poppers, and the sex-drives were on boiling
point.

Mike removed his jeans and shirt, and stood over the older guy
wearing nothing more than a red bandanna. His hard cock
projected out from the supporting cockring, and he motioned for
Dave to move in and fuck him as they stood over Rick. Dave did
so, and hardly had he inserted his thick cock into Mike's arse,
than Stan started to gasp at the other end of the train. The
sight of Dick plowing his young buddy was just too much and he
was filling Carl's mouth and throat with his heavy load of
thick cream. Carl was swallowing everything down his throat,
doubling the boy-sex sensation of Dick's thick member up his
arse. Carl wanted to come, but didn't want to waste his seed on
the damp earth. He slowly turned, Dick turning with him, his
cock still up Carl's arse, till Carl's cock was facing Rick.
The point of no return was slowly coursing through Dick, and
his breath was coming in short pants - "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna
shoot, Carl, I'm shooting it up your cunt!" His sperm flooded
out of his monster cock and into Carl's back passage, as Carl
himself wildly wanked his own cock to climax over Rick's face.
He shuddered as the orgasm rocked through him, and a powerful
arc of cum shot through the air and landed on Rick's lips and
mouth. Deliriously Rick licked the teenage scum off his lips,
as the second, third and fourth shots splatted on him. His skin
glinted in the faint light, his thighs spread-eagled, his hands
still bound by the cuffs, and his ankles restricted by his
jeans. Carl just stood there wanking the rest of his cum out of
his cock, tasting Stan's boyhood in his throat, and then it was
Mike's turn. Dave was plowing his ass good style, and he
suddenly felt his own cum rising and pouring over Rick's head.
Rick craned his neck at this new load of boyjuice. The 15-year
old, twisted his cock to shoot as much as possible over Rick's
face. Dave withdrew from Mike, hauled Rick up onto his feet,
and undid the cuffs. He then bent his knees and positioned his
cock at Rick's ass, as Carl, still sexed up from this group
session turned and presented his own ass to Rick's straining
cock. Dave inserted his 19-year-old boyhood into Rick's well-
greased cunt, and he in turn invaded the arse of the 16-year-
old who was offering his young hole for his pleasure in front
of him. Dick's spunk oozed out of Carl's arse and coated Rick's
cock, as he pistoned in and out of the young boy.

Dave fucked rough and hard against Rick, who repeated the move-
ment against Carl. Dave's leather jacket slapped against Rick's
back, and he turned his head to observe the young, muscular
fucker who was doing such a good job at his arse. Then he
looked down as his own thick member slid into the gut of the
young teenager pushing against his own fucking motions.

Carl was fucking delirious, his cock rising for the third time
as he rotated his hips against Rick so as to heighten his
pleasure. Finally, it was there. Dick, Stan and Mike looked on
at the trio as first Rick grunted, announcing he was shooting
another load up the young Carl's arse, and then Dave shot his
own teenage cream up Rick's arse. His 11" were right up into
Rick's lower intestine as he shot his salvoes of boyspunk deep
into Rick's gut. Mike prostrated himself before Carl's hot cock
and Carl himself deposited another fine load onto Mike's chest
who had kneeled in front of the exploding cock.

The night was cool but the sweat poured from the band of horny
teenage gays and their 22-year-old victim.

Rick wiped a final gob of cum from his cheek, gave the band of
teens a wry smile and said to Mike, let me know the next time
your buddies need a fucker to rape!" Mike smiled, and assured
him he would!