Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:14:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot Subject: Rude-Awakenings3 Rude Awakenings 3 (Gay/Youth) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that involves gay sexual encounters -- sometimes non-consensual - between youths, and between youths and older men. There are occasionally also elements of incest. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now. All constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you. OKAY, so you've heard about me and my straight mate Josh in Part 1 and what happened when I was much younger with my brother Craig in Part 2. Let's scoot forward again to tell you about what happened just a couple of months after my encounter with Josh in the office of the youth club. I was at home one Saturday morning and, for a change, the house was empty apart from me. I'd eaten breakfast and was sitting at the computer in my room. I'd not yet showered so I was still wearing the t-shirt and boxers I'd slept in. After checking my email and some message boards, I went to my favourite webcam site -- one of those 24/7 things where a guy just sets up a webcam in his room and lets it run constantly. When you go there, you never know whether you'd find him sleeping, eating, wanking, or scratching his arse. One day a few weeks before, I visited and found some completely different guy on the camera stroking his dick, with the usual blonde one nowhere to be seen. It seems he'd let one of his mates use the computer for the evening and the thought that so many strangers were watching him had just gotten too much for this bloke. Anyway, I fancied my chances that morning and was happy to see the site's owner sitting there on cam, hair dishevelled from just having got out of bed, and tugging on a really hot-looking hard-on. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff we're all waiting for!" I muttered to myself as I pulled my stiffening dick out of the leg of my boxers and started rubbing it. On my monitor, the cam guy was now standing so that his audience couldn't see his face but was getting a really good close-up of hairy belly and his cock as he wanked it hard. My own pace became more frantic and I was just getting to the vinegar stroke when I heard the doorbell go downstairs and the dog going apeshit. For a minute I was inclined to ignore it -- let whoever it was come back later. But then I heard another ding-dong, more barking and a crash as one of mum's precious ornaments hit the floor, courtesy of our loony fucking Alsatian. I left the cam site running, tucked my cock away and went downstairs to see what was going on. Barney, the dog, was running up and down the hallway. I realised I'd left the kitchen door open when I'd gone down earlier. I put him back into the kitchen and was just padding down the hallway towards the stairs when the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and poked my head around. I still had a bit of a semi in the pants department and I didn't want whoever it was to see it. On the other side of the door was a giant cardboard carton that seemed to have legs. "Hello?" said a disembodied voice. "Parcel for a Mrs Moreton?" I groaned inwardly. It looked like another of my mum's stock deliveries. She does all this buying and selling on eBay, you see - knickers from the China and that sort of thing. "Um, ok, you'd better bring it in," I said. "Just drop it anywhere." The courier guy came in with the box and dumped it next to the stairs. For the first time I saw his face. He was a bit of a scruffy git. He had a couple of days' growth on his chin, a pierced eyebrow and a tattoo on his neck. I'd guess he was about 32 years old and even though it was early, he'd obviously been hard at work because the sweat trickled down his number 1 crop. In felt marker on his overall he had the name "Neil" scrawled above his left breast pocket. Neil thrust some pink and green papers at me. "Can you sign for it?" "Yeah, okay," I answered. He looked doubtful. "You need to be 18 to sign for this stuff, mate," he snarled. "Eighteen last month," I lied as I scribbled a signature on the forms. Neil grunted a Neanderthal "cheers" and was about to go when he turned and asked: "Can I use your bog? I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. Upstairs, third on the left." "Cheers, mate, I'm gonna piss myself in a minute otherwise." Well we wouldn't want that, I thought to myself as he walked up the stairs, mum had only had the carpet cleaned last month. I heard Neil close the bathroom door behind him and after a few minutes I heard the toilet flush. I walked back out of the kitchen where I'd gone to calm down the dog, expecting to see my visitor coming down the stairs. He didn't come, so I ran upstairs to find him standing at doorway of my bedroom. "Is there something wrong?" I asked and then felt the blood drain from my face as I realised that Neil was looking at the cam site I'd left running on my computer. The cam guy was tugging his cock crazily and suddenly shot his load all over the desk in front of him, even managing to get a few blobs on the webcam lens. "Sorry, "I muttered. "Um... nobody was supposed to see that." "Do you get off on that kind of thing then?" he asked. "I suppose I do," I admitted. "Lots of people do." Neil laughed. "Fucking queer stuff!" he said, "My kid brother's into all that shit too." "Really?" I said, wondering how I was going to get him back downstairs without getting my face re-arranged. Suddenly Neil walked into my room and started looking around, calm as you like. "Yeah. I did a bit of time last year. A lot of that going on inside too" Great, I thought, not only a big ugly fucker but an ex-con to boot. Actually, in retrospect he wasn't that ugly, just a bit rough looking. He probably scrubbed up well enough for weddings and funerals... The something freaky happened. Neil suddenly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, like he was taking in the smell of dirty laundry, sweaty bedclothes and four years of hard-core masturbation. I watched as his hand slipped inside his overalls and moved down to where his cock and balls surely were. "It used to smell a bit like this inside," he said and he opened his eyes and looked me up and down. "Kid like you wouldn't last five minutes in there. They'd fuck you senseless in a week." Despite his odd behaviour, I was beginning to warm to Neil so I said: "Well you never know, I might enjoy that..." Without warning, his right hand shot out of his overalls, where there was now a very large and obvious lump developing, and grabbed me by the throat. "Think it'd be a bit of fun to be inside, do you, little pussy boy?" he spat. "Think you got what it takes to keep a bunch of cunt-happy fuckers like me sorted?" I tied to answer but he had his thumb in my windpipe. "Ok, then, let see what you've got for old Neil then!" He pulled me around until I was up against my computer desk with my back to him. He held me tight with my neck jammed in his left elbow as he licked the back of my neck and then snarled in my ear: "Oh yeah I'd have give a lot to have some pussy like you on the inside. Now fucking bend over!" "What?" I gasped. "No I can't do..." "Shut the fuck up or I'll really fucking hurt you, you little cocksucker!" At that point I knew what was going to happen and that there was nobody there to come to my assistance. Neil was bigger and stronger than me and there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way out of this. I was terrified. "Please!" I begged, "Please don't hurt me!" It was that moment that the extent of my fear became obvious to both of us. I hadn't wet myself since I was in playgroup, except for one time when I had the `flu really bad when I was about 12. However, the thought that I was about to get fucked hard by a compete stranger who was almost twice my age had a relaxant effect on my bladder muscles and a torrent of piss soaked the front of my boxers, dribbling onto the bedroom rug. "You dirty little fucker!" Neil screamed in my ear, and I realised that his right hand had been around my groin area when I'd wet myself. "Dirty little cunts like you deserve a bit of punishment," he grunted and I felt my sodden boxers being pulled down from behind. "Now fucking bend over, BOY!" I did as I was ordered and as I lay with my face on my computer desk, I could feel Neil fumbling with the front of his overalls, his calloused knuckles rubbing against my bum cheeks as he did so. With his left hand, Neil held me head down on the desk and suddenly I could feel the hot, sticky head of his cock tracing the cleft between my cheeks. It felt enormous. I knew he was going to fuck my virgin bum and all I could hope for at that point that he'd spot the small bottle of baby oil I'd left on the desk after my aborted wank session. But Neil was too far gone for such niceties by that time and I felt him pull my arse cheeks aside and then his fingers lubing up my tiny, puckered hole with what I can only imagine was his own pre-cum. I gasped as Neil penetrated me with one finger, and then another. I bit my bottom lip and groaned as he moved two slick fingers back and forth. "Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy fucking this baby, sure enough!" he whispered, as he pressed me into the desk with the weight of his body. "What's your name, boy?" he asked. "M..Mark!" I stammered. Instinctively I realised that the only way to relieve the pain a bit was to relax my bum muscles and let my attacker do what he needed to and then get the hell out. "Well, Mark," answered snidely, "Mine's probably not the fist cock to go up here but it's the one you're going to fucking well remember!" With that, Neil stuck the head of his cock against my already stretched hole and thrust forward. The initial pain was so great that I did the only thing I could think of -- I grabbed a paperback book off my desk and shoved it in my mouth. Despite the first onslaught and the pain I had experienced, something inside me was beginning to feel nice. And I could feel my own cock stiffening as Neil banged his in and out of my tender hole. Behind me, he was grunting obscenities in my ear, something about how they'd be queuing up to gang-bang my sweet arse if ever went to the prison he'd been in. Suddenly I could feel Neil's entire body stiffening as he got close to filling my guts with his sperm. "Oh yeah, baby, come on -- let daddy come inside!" he groaned, almost animal-like. By now my dick was fully hard and rubbing against the desk, but Neil didn't care about that. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of my hair and made a low hissing noise. I could feel his hot cum pumping into my insides as his balls contracted against my arse cheeks. After it was over, Neil collapsed on me in a heap for a few moments. I stood up and turned around. There were tears running down my cheeks but my cock was standing up hard as steel. As he tucked his own dick back into his overalls, he looked sown at my powerful erection. "I suppose you want me to sort that out for you, you little cunt?" I nodded meekly. With that, Neil grabbed me by the throat and threw me onto my bed. "WELL YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" he snarled and headed for the bedroom door. "I'll see myself out!" As I heard Neil go down the stairs, I lay on my bed and sobbed. As the hot tears subsided, I reached down to my still-hard cock and started to rub... To be continued...