Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 07:27:58 -0600 From: Data Fever Subject: Quick Learner part 3 In the morning, Cheeter cautioned me about saying anything about the previous night's activities. At first I found it hard to believe that anyone would care one way or the other, but Cheeter seemed to think that there were those who would even go so far as to kill him for taking advantage of me. While I had my doubts, I decided that what had happened between us was nobody's business but our own. From nine o'clock in the morning until two in the afternoon, the arcade was closed. Pete used that time to wash the sheets and sweep the floors. Sometimes he would pay one of us to help him, but the others had to find their own places to hang out during this time. Most of the boys had lockers at the station. It was where they kept clothes, keepsakes, and money. They warned me about never going there alone, even during the middle of the day. They painted a picture of New York that was one of beauty and delight, but marred by violence. Over the next few days, I came to realize that there were few boys that worked at the arcade all the time. Some of them worked only a few days a week. Others worked only a few hours a day. Some came in just to have sex with one man (probably prearranged) and then left. I was part of an elite group who worked the arcade from the time it opened until the time it closed, seven days a week. Paul continued to visit me every week. Without a doubt, he was my best customer. He even took me out to eat every now and then. I felt comfortable with him, and I felt that he really cared about me. Other than that, one day blurred into the next. I was saving money, but I didn't know what I would ever spend it on other than the small amount I spent on food and occasionally new clothes. One morning, as a group of us were leaving the station after having visited our lockers, Cheeter asked me over to his house. It took me by surprise as Cheeter spent most nights at the arcade, so I had thought he had run away from home. When we got to his house, it was obvious that his brothers were expecting me. Only his two younger brothers and one of his older brothers were home. His oldest brother was at work, and his sisters and his mother had gone off to visit an aunt. The youngest was Toto, as in the dog from the Wizard of Oz. He was ten and dressed in nothing but a pair of skimpy gym shorts. Without a doubt, he was the darkest skinned of his brothers. For some reason, he seemed to be quite attractive to me. The next oldest was Dink. I never found out how he got that name. Dink was twelve years old. He was also dressed in gym shorts which seemed a couple of sizes too large for him and was wearing a t-shirt. Dink's most noticeable feature was his very pink tongue. The other brother was Austen at fifteen years old. He was wearing jeans and was bare chested. He was at least six inches taller than Cheeter and his muscles made his seem more like a man than a boy to me. We all sat down on the floor in the living room. Cheeter offered me a sugar cube. That seemed quite strange, but when I asked about it, he told me that it was just sugar, a way to boost energy. They each grabbed a sugar cube out of a box of C&H sugar, so I popped it into my mouth and let it melt. Then Austen pulled out a joint of pot. Even though I had never smoked pot before, I didn't need to be told what it was. When Austen asked if I had ever smoked pot before, I just shrugged my shoulders. He explained that I needed to inhale it into my lungs and hold it there for several seconds. Needless to say, my first puff resulted in a coughing fit. They all laughed and encouraged me to try it again. I did better but still ended up coughing. The third time I did quite well. After that, we all took turns, except Toto was only allowed to have one puff and Dink had to stop after two puffs. I wasn't exactly keeping track, but it seemed that I had more of the joint than any of the others. I can remember that Austen and Cheeter were having quite a discussion. Over and over, Austen wanted assurance that this was going to be okay, and Cheeter kept telling him that I was cool and wouldn't cause any problems. At one point, Austen told Cheeter, "You better be damned sure of this, cause we'll all get beat up or worse if you're wrong." Meanwhile, my mind was floating. I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything, but there didn't seem to be anything that required my concentration anyway. And everything seemed to be funny. I was giggling at anything and everything. Cheeter helped me stand up (I was surprised that I needed help) and they put a couple of mattresses down in the middle of the floor. Cheeter took off my clothes and I noticed that they all had their clothes off too. Then Cheeter and I were laying down and he was kissing me. Cheeter's brothers called him gay and homo, ridiculing Cheeter for kissing me. He explained that since I would be giving them what they wanted, it only seemed fair that I got what I wanted. They seemed to accept that explanation. Then one of them began to suck on my boner. Somehow my hand found itself wrapped around someone else's boner. I guessed it was probably Toto's as it seemed quite small. I tried to keep my eyes closed because every time I opened them, the room and people were all in weird colors and spinning around. I was aware that Cheeter had stopped kissing me and someone's boner was pushed into my mouth. Maybe it was Dink's. I know that I orgasmed once or twice. Then I was turned over onto my stomach. Toto was laying on his back with his boner right in my face. It was a cute three inches long and I had no difficulty putting the whole thing in my mouth. I was even able to let my tongue lick his balls at the same time. Meanwhile, someone lubed up my butt and climbed on top of me. I guessed it was probably Cheeter from the way he kept raking his fingernails down my back from time to time. Toto had his orgasm. Austen took his place. Austen's boner was huge - larger than any I had seen before. I was pretty sure that he was at least eight inches long and was as big around as two of Cheeter's boners. I was glad that I was sucking him off because there was no way his boner would ever fit in my butt. Even with all the practice I had, my jaw was very stiff and sore by the time Austen finally shot his wad into my mouth. He just kept shooting and shooting. I couldn't even begin to swallow it all. Then Dink took Austen's place. His boner was almost as long as Cheeter's, but thinner. Cheeter finished up and Toto took his place on top of me. I could hardly feel his boner as it stabbed in and out of my butt. Although my mind was floating and nothing quite seemed to be real, I thought I heard knocking at the back door and then there were at least two more boys in the room. Toto got off my back and someone else got on. I didn't know who it could be as the boner felt smaller that Cheeter's and I was still sucking on Dink's boner. Dink had an orgasm and though the boy on top of me wasn't done yet, I was turned over and lifted off the mattresses. A couple of boys supported me with their arms under my back and my head hung loosely backward. I was flying upside down. It felt marvelous. My legs were lifted up and someone's boner was pushed into my butt. Someone else pushed their boner into my mouth. There were yet more boys in the house; I had no idea how many. I was floating. Every few minutes it seemed that someone else was taking a turn to keep me in the air. Some boys shot into my mouth, others were too young to shoot. One after another, they pounded their boners into my butt. There were times when I couldn't breathe, but there was nothing I could do about it. Miraculously, I always managed to grab a breath before I died. There came a time when it seemed as though my butt was being ripped in half. The pain was intense. I wanted to scream, but there was a boner in my mouth and I couldn't. I had never felt such pain before. And yet, the pain seemed to be someplace 'over there'. It didn't seem quite real. There were times when the boner in my mouth tasted like moldy dirt. I wanted to spit it out, but I couldn't. My mouth hurt, my throat hurt, my butt hurt. I was lying on the mattresses again. Hands were caressing my body everywhere. Someone was sucking on my dick. I orgasmed again and with my head floating, I fell asleep. I became aware that someone was shaking me. It was Cheeter. He said that we needed to go, that it was late and his mom and sisters would be home soon. My head felt woozy, but Cheeter helped me to my feet and got me dressed. At first, walking seemed to be a technical skill that was beyond me, but after a few minutes, I seemed to get the hang of it again. I was surprised to discover that it was almost four in the afternoon. I had been at Cheeter's house for over five hours. It certainly hadn't seemed that long, and yet it had seemed like days. We stopped at a drugstore and Cheeter bought me some medication to put on my butt to stop it from hurting so much. He also bought me some cough drops to help ease the soreness in my throat. We didn't go back to the arcade until just before it closed for the night. We slept together, but that's all we did. In the morning, on the way to the station, Cheeter gave me two hundred dollars. When asked, he admitted that at least ten other boys had had sex with me. He asked me if I was upset and I assured him that I wasn't. In fact, I boldly added that I loved him. I was hoping that Cheeter would tell me that he loved me too, but he didn't. He just looked at me a little strange and we went our separate ways for the morning. I never saw Cheeter again. I hope that it wasn't because people found out about the gang bang. If the wrong people had overheard any one of those boys bragging about having fucked a whitey, who knows what might have happened. Or maybe it was my declaration of love. Cheeter may have realized that I would likely get beaten up if I got too close to him.