Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 23:36:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Rover
Subject: The Boy They Tricked Was Me

				 Prologue


This is a work of fiction. While it is written in first hand and in fact
closely resembles events that happened to me when I was a boy of 12, all
people and places in this story are not real. If you recognize yourself in
this story, well too bad.....


Things were different back then, in the early eighties. Sex with boys
happened, as I was to find out but it sure was hush, hush. If it was "found
out' people looked at as much as the victims fault and there was certainly
a stigma to being a "fag", that's for sure. Rarely would a victim stand up
and publicize what had happened to him. As a boy, I didn't even know that
sex was possible between a man and boy. It was a much more innocent age.
Today if you want to read anything sexually exciting you just read the
news.

Me, I was a happy go lucky 12 year old. Sure, my parents were divorced, but
all in all life was pretty fun. I spent a lot of time with my friends in
the abandoned lot building our fort and playing pirates in the nearby
pond. Looking at the family photos of the time frame, I have to admit I was
a pretty cute kid. It was right before the "big growth spurt" so I was
still kind of short. My hair was like most early eighties hair a bit too
long but bleach blond. My face was usually a laughing expression with a
face full of freckles and piercing blue eyes. I have always had attention
catching eyes. It was probably the blue eyes that caught their attention in
the first place. Maybe it was just because I was always hanging out there,
I don't know. I will never know why they singled my out and not my
friends. Or maybe my friends never told what happened to them either. You
see, I never told a single adult what happened to me that summer. These are
the events as closely as I can remember them some 20 years ago.....

				 The Trap

It was so easy how they tricked me. As you can see though I was anything
but world wise. As a naive kid the last thing I was suspecting was a trap
when I went to the urinal near the park to pee. See, as a short skinny 12
year old I was shy about peeing in the public urinals. I was shy about my
recently sprouting little pee-pee, and the tiny tuft of hairs springing up
around it. Inside the latrine was three urinals side by side. As in all
such facilities guys would nonchalantly walk up, unzip and piss while
chatting with their neighbor. I would usually wait for a break, then zip in
and pee when no one was looking as I was as shy as they come.

That day I really had to go. I was waiting and the guys at the stalls were
taking an unusually long time. I was hopping from one foot to another and I
am sure my blue eyes had turned yellow by the time a stall opened up.
Forgoing my usual timidness I went to the stall near a big man and unzipped
to pee. My stream had just started and relief was just beginning when a
shocking thing happened.

It was the man pissing next to me that started it all. He was a big hairy
bruit, middle aged with a beard and everything. He seemed as tall as the
ceiling to me at that point. He reeked of beer, that's for sure. I tried to
ignore him and get done and out of there.

He suddenly, while still pissing lurched towards me, obviously stumbling
drunk. His piss stream flew towards me and started soaking my leg! He
stumbled, mumbled and tried to wipe a bit of the mess off me, all the while
having his fly open and his big hairy cock pissing its stream on my leg and
pants. I absolutely froze with horror! When he finally weaved back towards
the urinal he had left me a dripping stinking mess. I got my pants zipped
up and sobbing with embarrassment tried in vain to wipe myself with a paper
towel. This did little good on the light colored pants. Tan if I remember
right.

A young friendly looking guy of about 20, seeing my predicament came
over. "Hey there what a mess", he glared at the departing drunk. "What a
creep!" I sobbed quietly still trying in vain to clean up for a few
minutes. The young man seemed deep in thought.

"Hey," he said after a bit a a thought struck him, "I gotta friend that has
a pad not too far from here. Lets got there and get you cleaned up!" He
then took his jacket and tied it around my waist to hid the worst of the
mess. I smiled at my savior gratefully and followed him quickly. He
chattered amiably as we scurried along for a few blocks before entering a
low rent apartment building. We hurried up the stairs. I was grateful for
the speed as I wanted no one to see me in the condition I was in.

We entered the apartment and he showed me right to the shower. He told me
to leave the soiled clothes in the hall and he would launder them for me. I
gladly complied before getting into the shower. "Ahhh," I exhaled, feeling
good and relieved at the same time. I lathered briskly getting the last of
the stink off me and letting it flow down the drain.

When I emerged from the shower there was no clothes. I had hoped for some
"loaners" but there was nothing except a small towel. I dried off and
dallied in the bathroom, hoping for the return of my clothes.

"Ahem", I finally said through a partially opened door into the hallway.
"Any clothes yet?"

"Nope" came a cheerful voice. "Dryer broke down so it will be a bit. Join
us for some TV and pizza in here."

Feeling uncomfortable I held the bit of a towel and walked into the living
room. There were three guys there I was embarrassed to see, My "friend" a
teen of about 18 or 19 and I was shocked to see the man who had been drunk
at the urinal. Only now he didn't act drunk. Instead he was calmly
directing the younger man to snap Polaroid photos of the near naked me.
"Close ups", he snapped at the younger man. "Trust me these boys will do
anything you want to keep their mothers from seeing these shots. Trust me I
have done this plenty of times and it always works".

The trap had worked and I was the one trapped. A boy in a strange apartment
with 3 men and no clothes. The man had a hungry look about him.

			 Playing with the Chicken

I knew something was up and I was scarred. I had no idea what they wanted
of me. I had no money, and they were right the photos they showed me were
definitely not material I wanted mom to see. It was of a naked boy
pathetically trying to cover himself with a washcloth. I was shivering,
both from cold and fear. I wanted to keep these men from hurting me and
didn't know what to do.

It didn't take long to find out what the men wanted and how to please them.
They wanted, it seemed more photos of me. The big man gruffly told me to
sit on the younger of the guys lap. Click! Whir, and another Polaroid
slowly came from the camera and ever so slowly turned into a picture. Of
me. They had me kiss the man next. Click! "Grin, goddamn it" the big man
snapped. I forced a weak grin and there was another picture of me. This of
shamed me the most of all of them so far. It showed me kissing a MAN and
looking for all the world like I was enjoying it.

The photos were taped on the wall for all of us to see, one by one. As a
joke the 20 year old man scrawled on a paper, "Dear Mom this is me as a
fag, your fag son Randy". In my 12 year old mind I just knew if she
actually did see the pictures and note I would get tossed out on the
street, be the laughing stock of my friends or worse yet have the school
somehow get involved!!!

Even though there were more explicit photos to come and certainly more
"physical contact" the first set of photos were the low point for me. I
think I cried at this point. I know I begged the big man not to show them
to my mother. He let me blubber for a bit, grinning the whole time. The
little bit of modesty I had with the little towel was taken away and a few
more photos clicked. The men were in no hurry.

A new development had occurred while I was there naked in the living
room. The younger of the men the teen (no names had been spoken) had left
the room and returned naked. Without me noticing there had been another
photo of his torso near my head, his big cock raging and red near my
head. It didn't matter that I wasn't even looking at it. If there was a
final blackmail photo needed this was a fine one. When I finally noticed
him it was with a bit of curiosity. I had never seen a mans cock and
certainly not a raging hard-on. I checked out the ball sac and the bush of
black hair as well. Kind of hard not too when it was a foot from my face. A
waft of sweaty smell hit my nostrils at about the same time as another
"click, whir" was heard.

The men had all three been drinking beer and smoking pot during this
time. In fact the whole time I knew them they were usually with a beer in
hand. Kind of a natural extension for them. It was the 80's and everyone
smoked pot (including my dad) so I was used the smell and presence.

"So", the big man finally grunted, "do as I say kid and this all stays
between us, ya hear? We done this lots and no one gets hurt. You cooperate
and mommy never knows. She will not see the photos."

I nodded weakly, my resolve caving in. "Just don't tell mom" I said again
softly. The naked man at this point didn't bother me. The big man seemed to
notice this too. He didn't miss much.

To the others he said curtly, " this-un he'll do OK. Lets break him in
now."

One of the others joked, "I can already tell he will put out, that last one
was hardly good for a BJ. This boy will be good, I can tell already."

My fear subsided, with these references to my "doing good". Especially as I
by now had heard enough references to "other boys" that I could tell that
nothing bad had happened to them. I resolved to do what they wanted, please
them and not use the public urinal ever again!

While I was in this amicable and willing of a mood they quickly got a few
more Polaroids of me with the cock near my face and another of me grinning
near it.

It was the big man who stripped next. He was hairy all over. Hairy on his
chest, his big protruding belly was hairy and his cock was sticking out of
a brushy pile of hair. The two others, one naked and the other clothed
rolled me away from the big hairy man which was fine with me as I had taken
a big dislike for him in particular. I was at this point on the couch, on
the two men's laps with my feet protruding over and since they were so
short, dangling above the floor. My hind end was sticking up for all to
see. "Click, whir!" went the camera.

It was my little butt that seemed to become the new center of attention. I
felt a cold wave of something liquidy squirted on it and the gooey
substance spread around on my bottom by the two men. It was not a bad
feeling but just unusual. The two men spent some time at this even to the
point that I could feel their fingers probing my little butt-hole. I was
sure this was accidental. As I was on their laps I felt a new probing
through the clothed mans pants, a growing hardness pressing up against my
bare nipple area.

I had not seen the big man since I had been laid out on my chest. I was
kind of enjoying the massaging attentions of the two others when I sensed a
change. The two started using their hands to pull my butt cheeks apart and
I felt something hard and probing right in the middle of my little butt. I
tensed at the unexpected sensation, the two men seeming to know that I was
getting agitated started making reassuring and cooing noises.

"Its OK little guy" said one.

"You will be on your way to momma soon", said the other. They both
continued little reassuring sounds, all the while the hard probing put more
and more pressure on my butt-hole. The men did calm me as they were even
massaging my lower back and ass-cheeks which felt pretty good. I still had
not connected the probing with the big man.

A small bit of pain started as I felt my little hole widen slightly. The
two men pulled my cheeks apart, their hands slippery with oil. The pain
increased sharply and I gasped as my hole widened even more, stretching
more than I thought possible. It was at first a pain centered right at my
butt cheeks but spread inside as I was stretched more and more. I felt the
big man grunt and for the first time connected the stretching of my ass
with the big man. I felt more pressure pushing against me. By this time I
could not see anything as my head was pressed against the couch pillows so
it was all by sensation and sounds.

The big man grunted some more and the pressure increased slightly. He was
not hurried, but pressing slowly and steadily. The sensation in my butt
changed. No longer was the pain only at my ass cheeks but slowly and
steadily spreading into my towards my gut. I felt like I was splitting in
two. I hate to admit it but I was crying by then. That first fuck really
hurt. It seemed like an eternity later I felt the hair of the big man press
against my ass and back. A ticklish sensation started as something big and
hairy was up against my lower butt.

For a few minutes nothing happened as I slowly got used to the stretching
painful feelings. I felt all the world like I had my guts stuffed and
stretched to the limit. After that little reprieve, with my sniffling
stopping, I felt a rhythmic sliding back and forth start in my stretched
ass tunnel. I remember distinctly that I could feel the largest forward end
of the invader seemingly over every millimeter of my chute as it slide over
the tender tunnel. The pain was there but no longer sharp. I clenched my
fists and felt the soothing hands of the other two men. Both of them had
hard objects now pressing into my sensitive nipple area.

I relaxed a bit more and felt the tightness ease. The object was now on a
slow steady rhythm of sliding back and forth in my butt. I felt a slap,
slap, slap as the large hairy object beat rhythmically on my bottom. Time
was nonexistent and I had no idea how long this continued. It was long
enough though that it was somewhat mesmerizing in its steadiness and
another surprise when there was a sudden change. I heard the big man grunt
loudly and felt a change of pace. There was a quickening of the pace before
he stopped, the object full into me with the hairy thing at a standstill
against me. I felt the object expand and start pulsing before what felt
like gallons of warm liquids flooded me. It felt warm and squishy all
around inside me, like my tummy was being filled with milk from the bottom.

The big man was breathing heavily now, a sharp and rasping breath. I felt
the object slowly retreat from me and with a loud "plop!' it was gone.

I felt the mans weight leave me and I felt light as a feather. I could feel
some fluids oozing from my bottom and I worried foolishly that the other
two men would see it.

"Damn good" the big man wheezed, "way all right". His heavy breaths
continued.

My head still buried in the couch I heard him sliding his clothes on as the
naked teen slipped from under me. I was just on the one mans lap. A plod
plod plod sound signaled the big man had left the room. I felt a sense of
relief. I had already categorized the big man as "mean" and the other two
as "nice".

With just the one man holding me I felt another object probing my butt a
few minutes later. I gave much less resistance this time and soon another
warm large object was sliding into my little butt. I could feel the wetness
of the fluids yet and there was wet slopping sounds as the teen eagerly and
with much less patience pushed and pushed into me. It still hurt, a lot in
fact but not as sharply as before. The added juices inside me aided the
teen as well and basically in one fairly swift motion he had pushed all the
way into me and was thrusting and thrusting. A slap, slap slap was both
heard and felt as a skin covered pendulum slapped my butt.

With the eagerness of a teen he actually was pounding me harder and my face
was pressed hard into the couch. It was with a rapid "sploosh, sploosh,
sploosh" that he pushed in and out of me. While his weight was much less
than that of the big man he was still slamming my butt much harder and at a
rapid fire pace. This time I knew it really was only minutes before he too
grunted, yelled out and his object started spurting deep into me.

"Click, whir" went the camera.

The teen, still breathing hard replaced the third man under me, holding
me. He was still naked and I could feel his sticky crotch area wetly
pressing against my chest, no longer hard but soft, wet and squishy. His
chest was still convulsing from his exertions as I heard the last man
unzipping his jeans and the whish of clothing being removed.

It was no surprise when a third object probed my butt and the slippery
feeling of a foreign object slid up against my bottom. I could feel the
hard object as it probed, looking for the opening to my little butt-hole.
There was no hesitation as the probing found its mark and the steady
stretching started anew. The pain was tolerable this time, more of a dull
throbbing across my entire midriff.. There was the sloppy "squish, squish,
squish" sounds as my more and more liquid filled bottom leaked and splashed
the new object.

I felt the pressure once again as my head was pushed rhythmically into the
couch pillows, now moist with my perspiration. The pressure was that of a
lighter man, the rythm more steady. The slap of the hairy sac slap,slap,
slapped against my butt. This man was in no hurry, not like the teen who
seemed in such an all fired rush. This man set up a purposeful steady pace
that seemed to last a long, long time. I was exhausted by the time I felt
the pulsing, liquid explosion inside me.

As he retreated, and with plop exited me, I knew this time I was done. I
lay there for a few minutes, my head still down, mentally feeling around to
see if all my body parts were there. When I finally looked up the first
thing I saw was a tripod and one of those old fashioned camcorders.
"Great", I thought to myself, "filmed too".

I was still naked of course. As I rolled over I could feel some of the
liquids dribbling from my butt-hole. I rested there for a few minutes and
watched the men as they flopped in the chairs, beer in hand recovering from
their exertions. The teens face was glowing the most as from their banter I
could gather that was his first boy fuck. "Awesome, just awesome", he kept
repeating. "Hey, we toldja", the other young man shot back. The big man
just glowered as usual. They all ignored me.

I looked on the wall, my wall of shame and saw more posted photos. Some of
these were even more explicit than the earlier ones. One showed me mounted,
head down but with the mans member buried deep inside me.

They really seemed to have forgotten my existence. Wanting my clothes and
to leave I remembered the big mans earlier statement about "mom not knowing
if I did good".

I cleared my throat. In my squeaky 12 year old voice asked in a rush, "did
I do good, did I make you happy, did I do good enough you won't tell mom, I
really tried you know, kin I have my clothes?"

The big man laughed at my response to their fucking me. My voice, all
squeaky and high I am sure sounded both hopeful and really trying to
please. "What do ya think boys, he do OK?" The men laughed and nodded.

The big man all serious now, tossed my clothes to me. They hadn't even been
washed and stank of piss. "Now Randy" he said we think you did very well
and we are very pleased. As I scrambled into the stinky clothes he
continued with exaggerated seriousness, "Bob", he said using a name for the
first time, "get Randy a treat."

The teen got up and dug around a bit and returned with a candy bar and gave
it to me with flourish.

"See," the gravelly voice of the big man continued, "we reward good
behavior" Continuing, he said gravely, come back tomorrow at noon and we
will not show your mommy any of this. You were a very good boy today and we
look forward to tomorrow.

I looked down shamefaced. Tomorrow!

With my clothes back on I scuttled for the door. I looked at my watch and
realized with a shock only a few hours had passed since the urinal
incident. It was still hours before mom got home from work. I shuffled
home, a little sore and bow legged, liquids leaking down my leg.

When I got home I showered, and hurriedly cleaned up the clothes. Mom
returned and all evening I tried to tell if she could tell anything
different about me. Later as she kissed me goodnight I hugged her extra
hard. I didn't want to lose her! I didn't sleep well that night and it was
a groggy boy that waved his mom off to work. I worried all morning about if
I should return. The memories of the pain had faded and the potential for
harm from mom finding out seemed to far exceed going to the mens house.

I ended up shuffling up to the apartment a little after noon. I didn't
knock and the door opened, the teen whisked me in, hissing "you are late!"

The big man had a triumphant look in his eye. "Its easy from here." he
smirked at the two younger men. "Strip" he told me curtly.

I did as I was told. I wasn't bashful this time, after-all my naked
pictured were all over the wall. I looked at them for a minute. In a way I
was kind of pleased at how I looked in them.

Just the two younger guys fucked me that day. Same as the day before I was
held over one lap, my butt oiled and entered. Both fucked me for some
time. It didn't hurt too much. When they were done I got a candy and was
sent out the door. "Noon tomorrow", the big man said. I looked at my
watch. I had been there less than one hour. I shrugged, and with cum
leaking out of me went to join my friends at the fort. I slept well that
night.

The next day was pretty much the same but the following day as I was
leaving with my candy, the big man said gruffly, "tell your mom you are
spending the night with a friend". Without waiting for a reply he slammed
the door on my shocked expression.

While playing that afternoon, I mulled over the possibilities. Not going
was one. Picking a friend my mom wouldn't be suspicious of was another.

I settled on a fictitious friend. That way she couldn't call and check on
me.

"Mom" I asked cheerfully at dinner careful to time it to when she was
preoccupied. "I want to spend the night at Jessie's house tomorrow,
pullllezze?" I ended in a slightly whining note.

She really was preoccupied with work these days and so she just shrugged
and said, "fine dear, bring your overnight stuff and don't stay up too
late."

I was actually excited when i went to bed that night. I packed my stuff
including my teddy bear jammies, toothbrush and my Winnie the Pooh printed
underwear. I was starting to enjoy my double life, being a bit "bad".  Life
had been boring and this was exciting. Probably a pre-teen thing. When I
reached the dingy apartment at the appointed time the next day, I knocked
eagerly.

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This is the end of part one. There is only one more chapter to tell if guys
are interested. The entire incident took place over 6 weeks before my life
returned to normal.