Date: Sun, 02 Dec 2018 20:10:49 +0000
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 11 Section Adult/Youth

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10 is a funny age for a boy, too old for the true pedo's and too young for
the hebe's who want a boy with a cock they can use and abuse. A sort of
limbo world between receiving and giving. A world I jumped into naked and
bare arsed, if the porn industry in 1967 had allowed pubescent fluffers I
would have needed knee pads. My desire to suck every cock in the world was
tempered by my inability to travel. No one travelled that much back then,
holidays were taken in Margate. a trip to London was an adventure, and it
was on one such adventure that I was finally managed to get abducted.

It was during a school trip to visit the Science Museum in London for
school, it started out innocent enough with a necessity, a visit to the
toilet, we were meant to stay with our 'buddy' but I didn't like James, I
thought he was boring and a mummy's boy who cried if you even tried to put
your hand down his shorts. let alone suck a cock in front of him.  So I
slipped off when no one was looking for a toilet with the added chance of
maybe finding a man with a cock that needed some attention, after about 5
minutes I found a suitable toilet tucked away in a quiet corner and stepped
inside.

Had I been a normally raised child, with the values and morals of your
average child I would have probably fled screaming or frozen in terror, Me?
I stepped into the room and allowed the door to close behind me and in
doing so offered myself to the two men currently fucking a very sexy black
teenager. I guessed he was about mid teens judging by the dark curly bush
that framed 7 inches of rock hard, thick, dripping, boy flesh. His body was
beautiful, muscled and taught with a light sheen of sweat. He looked up,
saw me and smiled.

 I dropped to my knees and in one swift movement sucked the offered cock
into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hot red head I worked my way
down the shaft taking inch after veiny inch down my throat, the owner a
short thin man in his thirties just groaned and reached for my ears. 'Fuck!
he's done this before' . 'You're telling me' said Geoff, the owner of the
rapidly expanding cock now buried to the hilt in my throat, his tight hairy
balls slapping into my chin as his pubis battered my nose as he fucked his
way into an orgasm that nearly buckled his knees and made my eyes
water. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the originally
intended recipient of the spunk that was currently being force feed to
me. he smiled at me recognising in each other's eyes the cock-hounds we
were.

Once Geoff had pumped a load of thick salty cum into my stomach he wiped
his dick across my face and looking round his eyes fixed on the black
teen. I learnt later his name was John and he was 15 and had just started
work at the museum two months before as a stock room boy and the two men
were his workmates. Who had found out during one of those bizarre work
hazing rituals that this boy loved nothing more than serving older white
men, he loved white cock, black cock he could get at home from his three
brothers any time he wanted.

Geoff led me over to the other side of the toilet where John was sweating
and moaning his way through his second cock of the morning. Arse up, head
down the traditional stance of the loved boy. Geoff pushed me under Johns
shaking body as the man behind him performed the age old ritual of staking
his claim on the 'little nigger boys arse' we had a few non-white kids in
the home the first cock I ever sucked was black but no one ever referred to
them in this sort of way, they were just other kids.

I found out later John loved being treated like a whore and a slut and what
seemed at first to be appalling behaviour, was really a sort of
role-play. I was snapped back to the present by the dark purple cockhead
that poked me in the eye, Geoff unnecessarily pushed me forward to swallow
Johns rigid ebony cock. I wanted this boys cock. I wanted this boys
spunk. I wanted this boy to fuck me and fuck me hard and long I wanted this
boy to enjoy my body but for the moment I had to settle for what was on
offer and what was on offer was 7 inches of prime 15 year old cock, but it
was never really about just the cock, it was as much about the boy attached
to it, I wanted so bad for him to enjoy what I was about to do.

With one hand pulling his balls gently downward and the other holding the
thick dark rod steady I pulled his foreskin back exposing the moist dark
bulb. As I moved forward and engulfed the dripping head I got my first
taste of his pre-cum, it was warm and sweet, unlike the glans that were hot
like a furnace and as hard as bone as I wrapped my tongue round his boyhood
he retreated backwards away from me, much to the pleasure of the man behind
him who cried out 'Yer! Nigger boy. Back up boy. Take daddies hot white
meat you little bitch' John grunted with the next deep thrush from behind
and responded by resuming his original stance with his now almost vibrating
cock fully exposed to my hungry mouth and tongue I moved in for the kill.

I worked that cock like a cheap stick of seaside rock, I licked and suck,
nibbled and even chewed the glans gently, with my mouth latched on to his
cock like some sort of demented milking machine and from what I could feel
was a long thin cock when I reached between his legs to play with his
hole. Me and the man worked him up to a fever pitch. As the tempo increased
I could hear the other guy urging both me and the owner of the now
pistoning cock to 'wreck the bitch'. By now my mouth was locked onto the
pulsing head of the teens weak spot as my hand pumped the shaft like a
metronome and the other massaged, squeezed and pulled those tightly
packaged balls.

Everyone knew he was close, I certainly did, I was nearly drowning in
pre-cum, the owner of the cock wrecking his hole must have because Johns
arsehole was twitching like a good'un and John himself was sweating and
moan like a bitch in heat. Who finally pulled the trigger, lit the touch
paper or pressed the launch button really doesn't matter.

With a scream so loud one of the guys had to clamp his hand over Johns
mouth. he came, John reach down and grabbing the back of my head literally
forced his cock down my throat, with each animalistic grunt he tried
desperately to force his pelvis into my mouth, I could feel his balls
tightening every time his thick ebony dick bulged and spat another wad of
creamy boy juice, delivering their potent seed laden cargo into my
stretched out throat, every pulse accompanied by bone grinding pressure on
my lips and throat as his body did its duty. The end recipient of all this
activity was the owner of the cock buried deep in Johns arse, the power of
Johns orgasm clearly pulled him over the top and I could only imaging the
feeling the spasmsing sphincter was having, just like John he was grunting
in time with his body as he added to the already spunk up guts, his own
semen mixing with his workmates in the boys bowels.

By now John was slowly sinking to the floor, his body finally giving up its
fruitless battle with the cocktail of chemicals pouring into his system. He
groaned once as his cock slid from my mouth and again when the cock finally
pulled out of his still twitching arsehole, the two of us laid on the floor
together, John sighed as his body worked on flushing the chemicals out of
his system. It would take him 5 or 6 minutes before he mustered enough
energy to get up, in the meantime we lay together on the floor my arm
slowly going numb until he eventually rolled off me, by the time we had got
up and he was dress the two men had gone and we were left alone in the
toilet.

I knew from the first time I saw him I wanted this boy, I wanted his body,
I wanted his heart and most of all I wanted that cock, we chatted whilst he
dressed. He explained about his family and I explained about my desire for
black cock and my life in the home and without any words said I left with
him to go back to his home and meet his three brothers,

Waiting at the bus stop, if anyone though it odd that a 10 year old white
school boy was waiting hand in hand with a 15 year old black teenager no
one said anything, John paid my fare and we rode up top at the front and I
was so fascinated by the scene unfolding before me that I quite forgot
where I was meant to be and the panic I was probably causing didn't even
enter mind.

After 30 minutes we got off the bus in a busy, noisy bustling street and
hurried off quickly turning down a narrow alley we arrived at a door that
John knocked at a couple of times before a voice from inside demanded that
he 'hold his bloody hair on' before the door was opened a tiny crack and a
single eye peered out, 'It me bruv, let me in, I've got company' the door
opened wide and two things hit me, the smell and the music, the smell I
later learned was weed and the music reggae.

The door opened onto a flight of dimly light stairs leading up to a small
flat, the youth who I later learned was called Luke turned and walked up
the stairs. I followed admiring the taught powerful, legs and buttocks that
lead the way as John ushered me up the stairs with a gentle hand on my
arse. As we turned into the first room off the landing the smoke made me
cough and my eyes water and the pounding beat made it difficult to hear the
introductions but eventually one of the two got up and turned the music
down.

They introduce themselves as Matt and Mark. I know, I know.  You might
think they were just playing with the gullible white kid, but no, these
really were their names. religion was a big thing back in the 60's
especially in the West Indies. It was all a bit wasted really cause it went
straight over my ten year old head. One of the boys patted the sofa between
them and motioned for me to sit down.

I walked over to the sofa, my head starting to feel funny and my skin
starting to feel hot. Mark started rubbing my back as Matt pulled me round
to face him, his lips brushed against mine and his tongue parted my lips
and explored my soft young mouth as he gently exhaled smoke into my body
and I struggled not to heave, as the cough grew inside me. I struggled to
break free from his powerful hands and get my breath I could hear a
discussion between the other boys about who was getting what first. I
couldn't see how the argument ended just that I was about to get 'spit
roasted'.

No one had any doubts why I was in that room, the room contained four prime
example of black youth, cock that wanted a warm hole, cock that wanted to
blow their loads as many times as their bodies and the drugs would let
them, long, thick, young, black cock that I wanted and wanted bad.

Within five minutes the drugs had turned me in to a limp doll, I was theirs
for the taking, all resistance gone, blown away in a puff of smoke. They
undressed me there on the sofa with the pounding music and the smoky haze
pulling me deeper into the drugged haze I was to spend the next one hundred
hours in a warm world of sexual excess, coloured sounds and touches that
vibrated through my body. .

I would like to say they all behaved like perfect gentlemen but that
wouldn't be any fun for anyone and with four drugged up youths with libidos
to match my arse was never going to get off lightly and neither did I want
it too.

Having 'procured the goods' so to speak John got first bite at the cherry
and chose pussy whilst his brothers watched on, adding a running
commentary, John lay next to me on the sofa our bodies touching in all the
right places as we held each other and kissed his tongue taking possession
of my mouth as his hands wandered down my chest and toyed with my
hypersensitive boyish nipples drawing them into two diamond hard buds in
seconds.

The drugs combined with John and now seventeen year old Luke's attentions
where turning my skinny, white, ten year old body, into a whore. I craved
physical contact. Somehow I managed to get myself together enough to make
it clear to the boys exactly what I wanted from them, "FUCK ME NIGGER. FUCK
ME! PLEASE?" I begged to no one and everyone.

I don't know why they had been holding back, if they suspected some sort of
trap or what, but my entreaty didn't go unanswered and within seconds I was
the party everyone wanted an invite to. I was on my back legs up a gob or
two of spit and WHAM! Straight in balls deep, 6" of thick teen cock, legs
hooked over shoulders folded in two and fucked, no messing about now, like
a fucking jack hammer, I slowly slid up the sofa until my head hit the arm
rest and Luke got full purchase with his feet on the other arm. 'Call me a
nigger? Bitch. I grunted 'nigger' with every breath forced out of me, he
grabbed me by the throat and squeezed cut off my airway pushing me down
into the sofa, my eyes locked with his, daring him. He released the throat
hold and clamped his hand across my mouth allowing me to breathe through my
nose, my eyes still challenging him, I tighten my ring and drew him
in. 'Oh! fuck' he whispered, I had him, I lifted my arse and locked my legs
round his hips giving he better access to my arsehole an offer he accepted,
balls deep at ramming speed he ploughed through my guts in this position he
found my prostrate and my eyes melted into pools of lust as he took me for
a ride. the drugs made it seem like forever in reality it was
minutes. removing his hand he dropped down and spoke into my ear. 'Here's
some nigger spunk for you boy! he almost spat out the word 'boy'.

I looked into his face and saw the bitterness of god knows how many small
insult slowly change into something more familiar, this face I recognised,
mouth gapping, eye fixed and wide, neck rigid and straining, I waited,
fucckkk!  Oh shit, fuck! his hips bucked as his coordination
failed. fuuuucckkkk, I'm cumming!!! his breath shortened, he stopped
moving, I tightened my guts and rotated my hips keeping the stimulation of
the fat black bulb lodged in my arse going, if he couldn't feel it I sure
could as I rubbed it across my special place I lost it as well, my balls
tightened, my ring tightened and I fired my first offering high onto my
chest and face, my orgasm triggered his and he dropped onto my body
knocking the wind out of me for a second, but now we were locked in a
mutually reinforcing orgasmic cycle, my first spunking had triggered his
and as he shot his rich white spunk into me every jerk and spasm of his rod
set me off again which set him off. Eventually we came down, with him
draped over me with his head over my shoulder. I turned and whispered in
his ear, 'Thanks Luke'

After ten minutes the post orgasm glow had died down, I could hear John
moaning about he should have got first go, Pulling Luke off he spun me
round so my lower half was off the sofa my knees on the floor and my still
throbbing hole exposed to the cool air. 'Yuk! man you might at least have
cleaned him up a bit' as I felt what I assumed was Luke's seed running down
my butt crack, try as I might I couldn't get a good seal no matter how hard
I tried. For the first time I looked round to see what had just fucked me
so wickedly, seven inches of tapering gristle, topped by a deep blackish
knob head that just by itself was a wonder of nature, I was just thinking
it was the ideal cock to open a boy up for a party as I listened to the
conversation behind me where an argument about if someone was still a
virgin if they had only ever bottomed, The three older brother though they
were but John disagreed.

When John decided he had argued long enough he shuffled up behind me and
placing his cock head against my hole leaned into me, I clenched down
trying to hold him out He slapped my arse and added more pressure, the slap
broke my concentration and I relaxed and he sank into me bottoming out with
his pubes tickling my ring. Judging by the next ten minutes I was voting
with the brothers. John attacked my arse with all the technique of a first
timer, trapped up against the sofa left me with no place to go and with one
arm twisted up my back and my face forced in to the cushions my arse was
exposed to the full energy of a sixteen year old boy trying to show his
older brothers he was as 'manly' as they were. Although clearly despite all
the times he had bottomed his eagerness had overcome his desire to put on a
performance, actually he lasted less than a couple of minutes but blessed
with the vigour of youth he just ploughed right on through and even managed
to throw in a few moves before he drenched my inside for a second time,
finally falling over my back as I felt his boy part squirt their young but
no doubt potent seed to their death searching for an egg that never had
been.

After that every one took a break as Matt roll another joint and we all
chilled for a while. Taking advantage of the break I located the bathroom
and took advantage of the facilities and cleaned myself up and out and
spent some time admiring myself in a full length mirror on the back of the
door, a few minutes later Matt came looking for me and led me back to the
front room and plonking himself down in the only armchair patted his thigh
indicating he wanted me to sit on his lap I climbed up still naked and felt
the rough fabric of his trousers on my bare arse and legs. Taking my chin
in his hand he turned my face towards his and pulled me in towards his
lips, his lips covered mine and his tongue probed my mouth, his tongue was
long, way longer than any other I had encountered and explored every inch
of my mouth as mine fought valiantly to engage but I was simply
overwhelmed, overpowered and I submitted as his hand moved to the back of
my head and held me in place whilst he tongue raped my mouth. After
surrendering to his oral assault I felt his other hand started to wander,
first my chest, pinching and tweaking my tiny nubs until again they were
hard and sensitive he moved South his deadly tongue took over my nipples
and his hand found my three inch cocklet pulling my foreskin back to expose
the sensitive head, He drew circles around my cock head, I shuddered at the
attention I could feel his finger reaching towards my hole gently rubbing
across my boy pussy before resting briefly at the entrance be for
introducing its self to my charms. I opened like a flower on a spring
morning inviting the bee in knowing that it only wants my nectar.

With now three finger working me over Matt had me knell on the arms of the
chair with one knee on each arm with my crutch open and exposed as he
shrugged his trousers and pants off, with our eyes lock he lifted my slight
frame and lowered me down onto his member. I sat atop the biggest cock I
had ever encountered so far in my life, even thought I had been fucked
twice. I sat on the cock of my nightmares, or dreams I didn't know which
just yet. We sat looking at each other as my arse slowly giving into the
pressure generated by my weight alone slowly stretched beyond what I had
ever dreamed and imagined. I could feel myself slowly, oh so slowly opening
up until with a final sharp twinge the breach was made and now it was just
down to accommodating the penetration. Matt pulled me into his body and
held me tight against him as he stabbed an inch into me and held it, it was
so quick I didn't have time to react. over the next couple of minutes Matt
repeated the manoeuvre three times and I had four inches of. I rose up on
the beast and crashed down as far as I could and got another two inches
buried inside me.

With six out of eight inches of the plug in the socket Matt managed to
stand up with my body held close to his and my legs locked round his waist
he carried me to the bedroom pausing as we past the mirror we both looked
in the glass Matt was clearly admiring his handy word as another inch slid
inside me, twisting round to look over my shoulder I could see clearly the
union between us as Matt held me up by my butt cheeks and withdrew his cock
until just the head was left resting inside me and I watched fascinated as
he buried all eight inches right up to the hilt in my twitching butt
hole. I moaned into his shoulder as he rearranged my insides to suit his
needs, turning we moved deeper into the drugs den.

Finding a bedroom Matt turned round and feel back onto the bed almost in a
faint his arms falling away I sat up impaled on his monstrous manhood and
looked around, the room was as bare as my arse with just the bed and a
night stand with a lamp with a cloth over it providing a dim light. John
came into the room and offered me a tablet and a glass of water, 'You will
need this' I took the pill and washed it down with some water as he left
Matt stirred and reaching for the night stand he opened the draw and pulled
out a small packet took out a piece of paper and tearing a corner off
pulled his cock right out of me leaving a cold empty felling behind he then
put the small square of paper on the end of his cock and re-entered me.

Over the next thirty minutes Matt slowly fucked the tab of LSD into the
tube of my bowel, my arse felt alive, I could feel every ridge and vein on
his cock, it felt so real I could almost taste it.

Matt disappeared and the room contained my brain, my arsehole and his cock,
nothing else, it all vanished into the haze only sexual sensations
remained, I could feel every beat of his heart through my arse the feeling
was electric I couldn't take his slow regular fucking any longer and took
charge putting my hands on his chest I started working the muscle in my
hole clenching down hard I rode up until I unsheved him only to relax and
drop down on to the beast as I looked at his face he changed into Uncle
Phil giving me the lesson on riding a man's cock and the fact it was a
black man's cock just feed the LSD hallucinations as Matt joined me in the
fuck he changed in to a chimp who fucked me like a demon then threw me on
my back folding me in half, then he was my older brother but black that was
sort of scary but feed my fantasy about my brother, then Uncle Ben with an
afro but they all had one thing in common they were turning my guts into a
churning mess of nerves and spasms, my special little bud was glowing like
a hot coal, fiery red, firing signals to my brain and my cock, my brain
finally settled for John to do the deed, threw the switch and I had a fit,
spunk was literally flowing out of my cock, spurt after spurt and it
carried on well past the point when it was producing anything, I could feel
wave after wave of contractions bouncing from my hole to deep in my guts
milking the cock buried inside me which joined the fun but making its own
contribution. Matt was driven as deep as he could get as the first huge
dollop of man juice hit my gut and set off a whole new set of vibrations.

I hear people running into the room and feel hands on my body their
grabbing for my head, I struggle and try and fight them and the orgasm that
is wrecking my body, my legs are twitching and my entire body is shaking as
I feel the humongous cock unload its full cargo of black babies into my
overstressed, pasty, sweaty, body. I feel a cloth being stuffed in my
mouth, it's not the first time I have been gagged so it no big deal, I
notice it cuts off the noise that has been running through my head of
someone screaming at the top of their voice.

I think I must have passed out, as when I come to its dark outside, the
music is still pounding and the smell of pot still hangs in the air. My
mind gingerly reconnect with my body, my head is pounding and my arse is on
fire. I reach down and feel a wad of paper stuffed between my arse checks,
I have a blanket thrown over me to keep me warm, I drift off again and I'm
woken later by John who gets me up and cleaned up before we return to the
front room, Matt and Luke are gone, leaving Just Mark John and myself. John
guides me to the sofa and hands me a cup of sweet hot tea and a chocolate
cake 'Are you alright?' I nod my head and smile the memory of the orgasm I
had with Matt is coming back to me 'You were freaking out there man, we
thought you were dead or something.' As we talk and the music plays my body
starts to go strange and my mind foggy and I realise they have drugged me
again.

I watch as Mark and John come towards me without concern, if I'm getting
fucked again I'm up for that, they pick me up bodily and carry me back down
the passage way to a room even further back into the den opening a door we
enter a room I will remember for the rest of my life. The room was black
and in the middle was a dark strong chair, I'm carried to the chair and sat
down on it, it's cold and drags me back to reality for a few seconds until
the drugs kick in again, they tie me to the chair by my ankles and wrist
plus a collar round my neck holding my head up, Mark reaches between my
butt cheeks and pushes something small up my arse he spends a few seconds
making sure it has gone in deep before they both leave throwing the blanket
over me before they go.

I drift I'm here, I'm at home, I'm in school, my mind wanders as the drugs
take effect some time later the door behind me opens and closes with a
click of the latch. I feel someone standing behind me when suddenly a gag
is dropped over my head and forced into my mouth, I try talking, nothing
but incoherent mumbling. a belt is passed round my waist and pulled tight
forcing my arse back into the seat and I am finally immobile.

Mark walks round to stand in front of me he is wearing a black leather
jock, a black leather harness and a matching collar all trimmed in red, I
instantly spring a boner he looks so fucking sexy.

Mark approaches and gets right up in my face and starts pinching my nipples
then does a titty twister really hard I scream into the gag, satisfied he
has stiffened any complaints he squeezes my balls hard, I see lights
flashing in front of my eyes and scream soundlessly in agony but compounded
by the drugs this just makes my cock harder. finally convinced no one can
hear me screaming he sets to work.

He starts off working my nipples rubbing and pinching my little buds until
he has then sticking out like coat hooks, by cranking my neck I can see
everything he I doing, I shudder as he deliberately shows me the nipple
clamps, nasty crocodile style teeth and a short chain, he clamps the first
on my right teat and I flinch and shake as the teeth bite in, he slaps me
round the face as I look away, 'watch whitey, fucking pussy white boy, I'm
going to fuck you up boy, you made a bad move coming here boy, we don't
like fucking honkey bitches like you!' he pulled on the chain to make his
point and I screamed into the gag and started crying, he slapped me again
'crying you little bitch I haven't even started yet' My body tensed as I
watched the second nipple clamp approached and bite down into my sensitive
nub.

Mark steps back to admire his work as the initial stab of pain dies down
and is subsumed into the haze of drugs and just become a dull ache until
Mark reaches over and gently tugs on the chain on my left teat sending a
shockwave into the drug puddle sending out ripples like a pond as the pain
washes back and forth slowly descending back into the puddle.

Marks next target are my balls, dropping a slipknot around my small sack he
starts binding my ball bag separating my balls from each other and my balls
from my cock as he proceeds the binding get tighter and tighter until my
poor little eggs are trapped in their own tightly confined bag and the
binding between my cock and my balls has stretched my sac at least two
inches, all the time smoking a splif and blowing the smoke in my face so I
remain stoned and generally fucked up. This whole process is taking time
and eventually John come in asking if he's done yet as he still wants
another go, Mark suggest John joins him 'working the little white slut
over' all this discussion is going on behind me and when John agrees my
boned dick gets even harder.

With two of them working on me things start to move on, more drugs are
shoved up my arse and the abuse gets worse, I'm hanging from the door frame
with a large heavy weight hanging from my balls and a rope round my neck
attached to the nipple clamps, every time I move the clamps are pulled
sending sheets of pain through my chest, as the two boys work my back and
arse cheeks with a belt and paddle I'm barely conscious by now my body is
wrecked by the drugs and the beatings they removed the gag ages ago when I
stopped responding to the abuse because I'm to drugged to respond after
cutting me down I'm vaguely aware of getting double fucked although I'm not
conscious of what is happening to me my body still responds to the stimulus
and the double teaming has the desired effect and my body drags my mind
back into the real world for the performance and I ride the cocks like a
trooper by the time we all finish Cumming I have lost track of time, my
body, how many times I have been fucked and even who by, they could have
marched an army through my arse but I was so wasted I wouldn't have known.

I don't know how long they kept me or even what happened after they
seriously drugged me up for the second time for Marks party. The next thing
I remember is waking up in hospital with doctors and nurses fussing over me
and lots of police asking questions and Uncle Ben trying to get me back
home before I said something naughty. I learnt later I was missing for four
days and that they had found me at Victoria underground station and the
police reckoned I had been gang raped by at least four men. Me? I wasn't
saying anything.



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