Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1999 09:18:50 EDT From: Begmealot@aol.com Subject: adventures of tray and jay 18 "Adventures of Tray and Jay 18" PART 18: JAY'S BIRTHDAY ATTACK IN PARK I hate that month when Tray is three years older than me, okay, but it's over at last. I'm 16 and big bro is 18! Man, it's so cool! I can't wait to get my driver's license so I can borrow Tray's Jeep and be one of those hot motherfuckers I'm always seeing! Way cool! Raahhh! I was walking through the park on my birthday with Dylan, and we seemed to be alone, and it was the romantic shadowy twilight part, and Dylan took my hand in his. I thought, man, it doesn't get better than this! All I wanted in life was next to me, a beautiful man who liked to hold my hand in the park. We stopped, and Dylan looked all around, and we kissed there under the sky and trees. He's 17 now, and his big strong hands felt me up all over as his wet lips took my mouth almost desperately. That's the first we heard of them, feet crashing through dried leaves, and someone shoved me hard and sent me sprawling with the wind knocked out of me good. I hate that feeling, not knowing if you're going to breathe again, but when I squinted up there were these two big guys in ski masks -- and one of them had Dylan from behind while the other messed him up good with his fists. I SAW FUCKING RED, NO SHIT! I guess even Dylan didn't expect it when I jumped to my feet and charged the motherfucker punching my baby and let him have it with the wildest barrage of head blows and kicks, not to mention when I grabbed his big crotch and crushed his nuts, that put him on his knees more than anything. But while I was putting everything into the one bastard, the other punk blind-sided me, okay, and my breath sucked back in but the asshole kicked me in the gut and was about to do it again when Dylan belted him upside the head with his bear claw of a hand, and that sucker went down hard! Fuck, yeah, he made the hottest sound hitting dirt! CLOOMPH! That's when my lights went out cold. When I came to, I had a fucking HOOD over my head, I'm serious, and it's totally dark, and I'm being dragged face-down by the legs, so my head is bouncing over tree roots and shit, and the fuckers have handcuffed me! Well then where the hell was Dylan? "DYLAN! DUDE! WHERE ARE YOU, MAN? OH MY GOD DYLAN, WHERE ARE YOU?" "Shut the fuck up, faggot! Shut the fuck up!" I definitely didn't know that voice, but he sounded young, college age. And nasty as hell. I shivered. "DYLAN! DYLAN! WHERE--" I heard my lover groan, and part of me went all liquid in terror but another part of me tried to prepare for spontaneous acts of severe violence against these shits. Understand what I'm saying? I was capable of shit no one ever imagined if they hurt my boy. "You hurt Dylan and you better make sure you KILL me, man, because I promise I'll waste your sadistic asses!" They laughed! One of them, the one dragging me, like a hyena, and the other one like a jock. I knew that breed of beefy idiot! Then suddenly they dropped our legs at the same time, and it sounded like the double doors in the back of a van opened up. I don't know why, but I almost peed my pants. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE, HEL--!" A boot I think crashed into my stomach, and I nearly puked. "Jay--Jay, dude, uhhh!" It was Dylan! Ohmygod! "Dylan, man, I'm here, okay, right here," I croaked, but they both grabbed me and TOSSED my ass like it was nothing in the back of the van. It was a van alright, and it smelled dank and nasty. There were greasy chains all over. Then Dylan landed on top of me, and the animals broke out laughing again! "Fuck you, assholes, fuck you, okay!" I screamed, but it only made them laugh harder and slam the doors on us. Listen, I'm not a wuss or anything but I was getting scared shitless. My wrists were going raw and burning hot from trying to squirm out of the cuffs. "Dylan!" I whispered. "Uh-huh," he said, soft but clear. "Jay?" "Yeah, boy, it's me, I'm right here with you, dude--" "Shut the fuck up back there, cocksuckers!" It was the jock. "Bite me!" Hyena thought that was hilarious! Until the jock bitch-slapped his face, and he got all whiny. The van started moving, and I guess it was hyena who staggered back to Dylan and me. "You stay put up here, Roger!" the jock barked. "Bite me, Dave!" So cool, I knew their names, and I knew they could be pissed off easily. "If you think you're going to get money for our asses, think again!" I snapped. Roger crouched over me and frisked me all over, like make-believe cop, okay? Oh shit, I thought, these guys are real whackos. "Hey, Roger, those are called balls, something you obviously don't have!" Roger slapped my face, and I heard a knife snap open. I tried to struggle, but the sucker straddled me and leaned down and slid the knife under my shirt so I felt the cold steel on my spine, and I froze. "Jay, don't mess with him, please!" Dylan begged me. "Please, dude, be cool!" "Listen to your homo pal, kid," Roger breathed on my neck, and at least his breath was actually good. Minty fresh. "I could cut you all up good." As if to illustrate, he sliced through my shirt one-two-three and pulled it off me. Then he dug his free hand under me and undid my pants and ripped them and my Speedos together down to my ankles. WHAT THE FUCK? He pulled off my shoes, then my socks, and whipped my pants and everything off me inside-out, and my naked chest and all were cold on that skuzzy floor and bulky chains. I shivered again, only it was real bad, my teeth chattered, and I needed to piss something awful. "I gotta piss, Roger." "Hold it." "Hey, mister, I'll wet your damn van up good, right here, right now!" I promised. "Get him a fucking oil can or something, Roger!" Dave ordered, and Roger grumbled off in search of a porta-potty. "Here, here you go, fag, piss in this." He seemed to think I could see it. I cleared my throat. "Oh, yeah." So Roger pushed me on my side and I actually felt his hand take my long, limp dick and shove it in the top of what felt like an honest-to-God used oil pint. I knew it wouldn't be big enough but I cut loose and sighed at the intense relief. Roger chuckled. "What are you laughing at, idiot? Mine bigger than yours? Huh? You like it, Roger? That Quaker State pint is about full, man--" He scrambled for another, but not fast enough, and I sprayed him good with my hot piss when he wasn't looking and my cock flopped out. "FUCKIN FAG PISSED ON ME, DAVE!" "I told you to stay up here." "Fuck!" He grabbed my totally soft, relaxed prick again and splattered more of my piss on him before he worked my cock-head into another used oil jug. "Shit! When's the last time you used the ladies room?" "At your mother's house." Fortunately I was empty because he kidney punched me. I flashed all hot and sweaty, but the back door opened, and the breeze felt good. "Jay, you okay?" Dylan asked. "UMMM! YEAH!" I gasped. Roger tossed my two pints of piss out the back, and I actually heard them hit and splash in the road. He closed the door and crawled to Dylan, and again there were a few fast cuts before Dylan was shirtless, and off came my lover's clothes. "What the fuck are you doing with us, perverts?" But something was going on. Roger was back on top of Dylan, and he was breathing hard! Oh, shit! I heard him. Yes, he was HUMPING my boyfriend! "Get off him, you fucking fruitcake!" I said in disgust, and the van swerved real bad. "Leave him alone!" Dave went nuts, hoarse with rage. "Leave him alone, damnit! You fucking promised, Roger! Damn you! You'll fucking pay for this big time you little weasel!" And Roger laughed like a hyena, not a weasel. It made me nauseous! He humped away on my man's naked butt, only I know Roger was still dressed. He made these sick little grunts and breathed still harder and went faster, and I could tell he was close to going for it in his damn pants... And the sucker did it! Roger shot off in his pants and moaned his ass off the whole way! And from the length of his moans, it was quite a load. Oh, fuck, I went and did it. I popped a bone. Well, fuck, it was my lover's butt he humped through his pants! And I never heard of someone else squirting himself in his pants! Me, sure. That's when the van stopped, of course, with Roger panting on top of Dylan and me with a big old boner and something totally fucked in store for our naked asses! Totally fucked, okay? Trust me, I knew. Totally fucked! Roger rolled off Dylan fast. "Shit, I'm out of cigarettes," he actually sighed, and I really laughed then. I mean, Christ Almighty! Out of cigarettes! The doors flew open, only there was this long silence. "Roll over!" Dave grunted, so we did it. And I guess there were a lot of guys outside watching us because some of them snickered all nasty, at my bone, no doubt. "They ARE cocksuckers!" someone whispered nervously, like a damn frat boy or ... a frat boy or ... oh, what the fuck? Frat boys? For real? Fuck me! It was like my ultimate fantasy, ask Dylan or Tray! Suddenly their hands were grabbing us by the arms and lifting us up and out roughly, and remember we were still hooded so we were blind. We were led across a street and up a drive and finally inside some house, and nobody said a thing except occasional stifled laughter because we were naked, but at least my erection had settled down! Finally there was a plastic tarp or something under our feet, only we were inside, and our cuffed wrists were yanked up sharply! Dylan and me both cried out in pain, and our hoods were removed without warning. We were blinded again, by the light. But we appeared to be in, yep, frat central! Hey, I thought, this could work! Fuck, I can't help it! Our kidnappers shoved us hard down to our knees and let us see them as they took off their masks. It turned out Roger was sort of cute, in a big farm boy kind of way, and Dave was like your average college football hero. The others -- all 50 or so of them -- were hot, perfect, overcharged young college studs drunk off their asses! "Hey, if anyone needs to piss, now's a good time," Dave announced, and Dylan threw me an odd look. Kind of a grin. Then a mess of them just whipped out their righteous array of cocks and opened fire on us! On Dylan and me! Right there on our knees on the plastic in some frat hole! We had to laugh, okay, what else? A room full of sexy drunken college students were emptying their overloaded bladders over our shocked faces and chests and backs, from all directions at once, and it was... It was fucking hot and awesome! Someone shoved a real shy kid, didn't even look 18, with short cropped shiny chestnut hair, and he stumbled into the circle of piss, only they all kept pissing, and he liked it, too! "Go, Jason! Go Jason, go!" And it turns into a chant, so Jason gets this crazy why-the- fuck-not gleam in his eyes and licks his lips, and he shows no sign of running out of urine, and he looks at Dylan and me and can't decide, so he sighs and grabs Dylan's jaw and forces my lover's mouth open and aims his half-hard, beautiful long cock in Dylan's mouth and pees in him! This wild ROAR goes up, I swear, and Jason looks delirious and pulls at my chin, so I open up all happy and feel his warm stream hit my tongue and swallow some, and it's not bad, really, it's okay, and Jason washes my face with his yellow stuff and puts his thick soft cock in my mouth and holds my head while he gives me the rest of it, and the fucking frat boys HOWL! "Look at their dicks, look at their fucking dicks, they're real cocksuckers!" someone shouts in the chaos, and everyone closes in for some of it at once, and Jason's cock gets rammed down my throat and even over the din I hear him grunting and feel his hips bucking into me and I know he's about to lose his cherry in me. "Go, Jason, blow your cherry wad!" some friendly college boy shouted, and Jason obeyed his frat brother's order! He shot his massive first load in someone else, wildly into my cheeks and throat, and I tasted it mix with his fresh piss, and it was unbelievably exciting! My pecker was on fire! Other boys, every damn one of them gorgeous, started coming all over us, and over Jason who was in their way, and suddenly I had to have that boy in my butt! "Jason! Fuck me, please, fuck me!" Everything stopped! Not a sound. Jason was horrified! But I saw he liked the idea, just not the public invitation! "Little fag wants it up the ass, huh!" Dave yelled, only I couldn't see him. Then Dylan and me were shoved so our faces hit the come-soaked plastic, and fingers slopped something slick and nasty over my butt, damn with those fuckers it might be lard, and then... Fingers penetrated my ring abruptly, and it burned a little, then more fingers, then they pulled out and knuckles burst inside me, and without more warning... SEARING PAIN INVADED MY ANUS AND GROIN AND GUTS! My face was on fire and it was so awful it was beyond any pain I ever knew, something so huge and monstrous it couldn't even be a giant dildo, this was horrible, violent, nasty, and finally when I could focus through my tears I saw behind me, between my legs, Dave's ... FIST! Up my 16-year-old hole! "OHMYGOD YOU BASTARD YOU'RE FIST-FUCKING ME!" I screamed, and that was when I saw Dylan about to puke beside me, and Roger had his fist up my boy's rear, and every frat bastard in the room was jacking off to the spectacle of two homos taking it up the butt with their buddies' fists! Except Jason, who had tears in his eyes as he caught mine and tried to apologize somehow wordlessly, but I almost passed out, and that's when something tripped way up in me, it was like Dave gripped my fucking prostate in his hand and squeezed! "AAAAARRRRGHHHHHHH!" I choked and felt my load spew in great mighty spurts, and I looked beneath me to confirm it, my come was blasting from my cock endlessly, covering the plastic, and someone saw it and pointed out what the queer was doing while Dave fist-fucked his freaky ass, look, guys, he's fucking COMING! AND I WAS! On and on and on, my hands cuffed behind my back and my face slick with god knows how many college boys' loads and their urine. I nearly lost consciousness for real, okay, it was crazy insane wonderful! I looked at Dylan, and his face was turned to me, and he had an angelic smile, and then below him I saw his big prick dripping steadily into a thick pile of his boy juice, and from above young guys rained their loads over us, it was like a summer storm of spunk! How could they know? Dylan smiled, spent, beside me, drool running down his cheek, and he swallowed and sighed. "Happy birthday, lover boy!" But I swear, I didn't get it at first. I frowned at him, and he got this totally joyous shine on his face, but his eyes never left mine, he was so pleased, and his breath panted out of him in great heaves of his chest... My mouth dropped, and Dave's fist splooshed from my behind, and I heard him go, "Now that's fucking nasty!" and everyone laughed real good! Dylan blinked love at me. "I said happy birthday, boy!" Dylan repeated, and I started to cry. "How?" I asked, but he only shook his head and smiled ecstatically. "Tray helped," he admitted. "The kidnappers cost 100 a piece, but the rest were free!" Jason got on his knees beside me and lifted my face. When he saw my tears, he didn't understand, okay, and he nearly lost it. "Hey! Fuck me, Jason! I meant it!" In front of everyone, that crazy frat boy stripped naked and stepped behind me while a couple of his brothers gave themselves up for blowjobs. After the fist-fucking, Jason's sweet cock was beautiful as it slipped easily up my ass but further than Dave's hand. Jason's cock was very long, and it pumped me steadily as everyone gathered round to watch the kid strut his buttfucking stuff! The kid was talented and tenderly naïve and inexperienced all at once. But somehow Jason was a natural. He knew what he wanted. He truly loved the feel of his prick up my shoot, making love to my abused anus, and when the first frat cocks were sucked off I again watched my lover beside me, who had made this happen some magic way, just for me, all of it, even if he never imagined Jason's special part in it. Jason was ready to go and go, and some of his brothers were chanting it to him, in awe of someone who could take something so forbidden in front of all of them and take his time because it was what he wanted, it was his fucking butt and he'd screw it any damn way he liked, as long as he pleased, okay? He thrust faster, and the boys got crazy with lust, and Jason thrived on their attention, their involvement in his man-fuck... And Jason tensed and tightened and gasped and stroked my ribs with his soft hands as he shuddered off inside me, bent over my back releasing his sperm into my bowels. I felt every shiver of his teenage thrill, every spurt, every grateful twitch! Finally he pulled out of me and crouched to my face and kissed me on the lips, long and tender and totally innocent, just his soft wet hot lips without tongue, and he didn't need tongue. His kiss was perfect the way it was. I was worried for him, what would the frat bros do to him now? But I saw the amazing nods of respect he got. They must have suspected, only not that he'd have the balls to take what he wanted in front of them all. Who could have seen that? "Can I come spend the night with you guys?" he asked softly, unsure of my answer. Right! All I could do was nod. "Could someone take these cuffs off, dude?" I pleaded, and Jason got Dave, who released us. Dylan spun suddenly and decked Dave, who was out cold on the come-slick tarp. "I never said you could kick my lover, asshole!" he spat, and everyone cheered. But, you see, there were so many cocks left to be sucked, it was a long time before Jason and Dylan and me got out of there. And Jason was a great helper! 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