Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 20:15:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: hatefulevilscumface@yahoo.com
Subject: Bagged Boy Part 2

If you're under eighteen, don't read.  If you don't like man
on man sex action, go away.  If you do like gay amateur
erotic fiction, then you are in the right place.  Author retains
all rights...

Bagged Boy: Parking Lot, Fucking Lot by hatefulevilscumface.

 What it helps to know about Neal's life lately: It sucks.
But then again, so does he now.  The story started with Lucky, a
coworker where he's a bag boy, cornered Neal in an employee
bathroom, bent him over the sink, and fucked him.  Why would
straight Neal put up with that?  Something to do with memories of
a party where Neal was slipped a mickey and so far we know a
semi-conscious gave another coworker, Fitz, a blowjob, while a
third coworker, Ivan, jerked off Neal and Paul, yet another
coworker, while Lucky watched what he orchestrated with a so far
reluctant to join in Billy.
 Neal perfected today the art of avoiding anyone he knows.
That made school difficult but clearly not impossible, seeing as
he succeeded at it.  His tormentor and fellow bagger Lucky was
top of the list to avoid.  Lucky after all had set up Neal to be
drugged and basically gang raped at a party and used the video of
it to get Neal to put out every day they've worked together so
far.
 Then there were the four baggers that were originally in the
room when Lucky started it all.  On Tuesdays Neal doesn't share
classes with Billy, Fitz, and Ivan and to avoid Paul, Neal showed
up in class the last second before the bell went off and left the
second they were released.
 The only down side was that Neal didn't see his girlfriend
Melody.  They've gotten together twice since Lucky started using
Neal for man sex and his get together with her hadn't gone well.
The first time Neal was desperate to have sex with Melody so he'd
feel less gay.  Melody's determination to save herself for
marriage had made that meeting brief and followed by a solo
session with his hand.  If only images of being used by so many
of his classmates hadn't intruded in that session.
 Halfway through his shift and Neal has managed to just focus
on his day at work.  He's not a bad looking guy.  He's cute,
average height, with brown spiky hair and deep brown eyes.  His
body isn't bad either.  He's been on the swim team and running
track since junior high and it shows.  Even through the plain
black pants, the polyester polo shirt, and apron it's clear
Neal's something, or at least the potential of something.  Now
it's something taking dick on a regular basis and he's not happy
about it.
 Neal goes outside, actually looking forward to his hour in
the parking lot corralling the carts..  It's almost a shame, Neal
thinks, that he's following Trevor's hour.  There isn't one cart
out of place so Neal's going to have time to think whether he
wants to or not.  Think about how he shouldn't have gone to that
party.  Think about all the sexual acts the guys at that party
forced him to perform.  Think about all the sex with them since
then.  Neal thinks about everything except that the van he's
walking by on the way to the one cart outside looks very
familiar.
 "What the fuck?" Neal gets off when the van door opens and
two sets of hands grab Neal.  He's in the van before he knows it
and it registers that it's two of the other baggers, Fitz and
Paul.  They're supposed to have the day off so Neal is pretty
sure he knows why they're here.  The fact the van has no seats
except for the driver's seat and passenger one up front is a
major clue.
 "Hurry up, Neal.  We don't have forever."  Dark, hairy Paul
is a little on the short side and fairly muscular from being a
wrestler until this past school year.  He's also got a pretty
impressive tent in the front of his shorts.  Fitz blocks the
van's door with a sly smile on his face, his brown eyes and buzz
cut brown hair looking menacing to Neal.  Fitz pushes at Neal and
he finds himself on all fours.
 "Come on, guys!  They'll fire me when they can't find me."
Fitz laughs cruelly.
 "Billy's watching out and he's even gonna get some carts,"
Fitz sneers.  Neal's face is a foot away from Fitz's crotch and
Neal can see this coworker is all boned up too.
 "Please don't do this," Neal begs.  "You really don't want
to do this."  Both Fitz and Paul laugh and Paul moves closer to
Neal.
 "Dude, Angela likes me better since I'm not trying so hard
to get in her pants," Paul says.  He unsnaps his shorts and they
fall to the floor.  Paul wasn't wearing briefs so his hard dick
swings free.  Neal looks over his shoulder and sees again that
Paul might not have the longest dick he's ever seen but the kid
just might be the thickest.  Paul grabs the belt loop on Neal's
pants before he can move and yanks his pants down to mid-thigh,
the underwear going with it.  Paul's target is exposed and he
licks his lips at the sight.  "`Course, the only way I can keep
from tearing into her pants is tearing into yours, dude."  Paul
kneels and presses his fat cockhead against Neal's now well
abused hole and there's only a moment's hesitation before his
shaft starts sinking into Neal.
 "Oh god!  Oh god!" Neal groans.  This is the most sober Neal
has been when he's been on the receiving end of Paul's thick dick
and it hurts like nobody's business..  But at the same time
there's still that charge Neal gets out of being used.  Before
the party last Friday he never suspected this side of himself
existed but here it is and it's causing his own dick to start
plumping up as Paul starts thrusting in and out of him.
 Neal is starting to moan now as Paul rides him and he looks
up at Fitz.  Fitz's eyes are half closed in lust and both his
hands are manhandling the long bulge beneath his zipper.  Neal
knows what's coming even before Fitz does and tries shutting his
mouth and keeping it shut.  The trouble is that Paul keeps
hitting spots inside him that force his mouth back open when he
grunts and groans.  On one Neal notices that Fitz has unzipped
and his very long and very white dick has been hauled out.  On
the next moan Neal doesn't even fight as Fitz shoves that dick in
his mouth.  Neal knows better than to fight now and starts
sucking Fitz off.  While his coworkers ram both ends of his body,
Neal thinks more of the night that started this all...
 Neal still can't believe how much of what happened he was
semi-conscious for.  Four coworkers carried him upstairs and
stripped him.  One coworker jacked his dick while another fed
Neal his dick.  If Lucky hadn't set up multiple sources to tape
the action, Neal wouldn't have even known he's given Fitz that
blowjob or had Ivan stroking his cock.
 "Not so quick, Paul," Lucky had to warn Paul.  Paul had
watched Fitz feed the semi-conscious Neal his load while having
his cock stroked by best friend Ivan.  Paul was hard as a rock
thanks to the Viagra-booze cocktail Lucky had slipped them.  The
sight of Fitz fucking Neal's face while Ivan jerked Neal off had
Paul on the edge.  Before tonight he'd never thought sexually of
any guy but now Paul desperately wanted to plug his thick cock in
Neal's mouth.  Lucky laughed at the look on Paul's face.  Neal
had smirked when he'd seen it on tape too.  If you combined
confusion, lust, and revulsion then you'd have Paul down
perfectly.
 "We've still got this," Lucky reminded the others as he held
up the big floppy plastic dong he'd found that belonged to Paul's
sister.  "Lube it up, Ivan.  That seems to be in your skill set."
Ivan was embarrassed but couldn't say anything as he took dildo
and lube from Lucky.  Ivan had after all been jacking Neal and
Paul's dicks for the last fifteen minutes or so.  Worse, to
Ivan's mind, is that his boner won't go down.  Ivan hasn't even
touched it yet but half of it is sticking up above his waistband,
the tip extremely shine with precum.  Lucky smiles.  He can see
how freaked out Ivan is and knows it would ease Ivan's mind to
know a lot of Viagra, a dash of Rohypnol, and quite a bit of
liquor has made Ivan and the others perpetually excited and prone
to suggestion.  Lucky likes playing puppet master and screwing
with people's heads.  Tonight is just the biggest opportunity
he's ever had, what with this party being loaded with supposed
friends Lucky feels deserve messing with.  This group especially
and Neal in particular.  If Lucky has his way now he will wind up
owning half the guys at this party.
 "So who wants to do the honors?"  Lucky snatches the greased
up plastic dick from Ivan's hands and brandishes at Billy, Fitz,
and Paul.  Lucky then lifts one of Neal's listless legs and rubs
the greased tip around Neal's hairless asshole.  Even Lucky's
surprised that Neal moans softly at the touch.  All four of the
boys watching hold their breaths as Lucky aims the plastic head
firmly at Neal's hole and starts pressing.  They can see Neal's
ass lips start to part and the dildo starts making its slow way
into Neal.
 "Ah, ah, ah," is the noise Neal makes in his stupor and his
very hard dick starts to twitch.  As the entire bulbous head of
the invading dildo pops into him, Neal's semi-conscious body
arches and Neal's dick, that's been so hard for so long, starts
to jerk.  Then as more of the artificial cock invades him, Neal's
dick starts shooting its load despite the fact that Ivan has
ceased touching it in any way.  It's a hard shoot too, something
out of a porn flick.  The first volley hits Neal's own cheek and
the seven subsequent blasts coat the entire area between Neal's
chin and navel, with his very well defined chest getting the most
of the salty covering.
 Ivan can't take it.  He shimmies his shorts to the floor and
releases a dick so hard you could hang clothing on it.  As Lucky
starts to seriously dildo fuck their unfortunate coworker, Ivan
shoves his dripping cock into Neal's mouth.  Again by reflex Neal
starts sucking and it isn't very long before Ivan starts blasting
his load down Neal's throat.
 "What?" a groggy Neal mutters as Ivan withdraws, the twin
cock attacks having roused him closer to awareness.  He's
confused, not knowing what the taste is in his mouth is or why
he's naked with a not all that unpleasant full feeling at his
ass.  Neal begins to figure out part of it as he realizes Ivan's
hard dick is inches from his face.  Then he looks down to a
grinning Lucky between his legs and thrusting the dildo in and
out of him.  "Oh god, no," Neal whispers but he has to admit he
likes some of what he's feeling.  There's also no denying that in
sixteen years his dick has never been as hard as it is right now
and that part feels exceptional.
 "Oh yes," answers Billy, forgotten by the others as he
stayed in the back of the room.  He steps forward as he steps out
of his clothes....
 "Oh yeah!" Paul grunts and starts slamming hard enough to
bring Neal back into the present.  Fitz giggles `cause it sounds
like Neal's getting spanked, that's how rapidly Paul's pelvis is
hitting Neal's ass.  He leans forward to get more of his own cock
down Neal's throat even as Paul does the same to get himself
close enough to the edge to shoot.  Fitz and Paul's faces brush
as their orgasms hit and neither boy thinks about what they do
next: As they each fill Neal with cum they start making out.
Neal glances up and for some reason finds the dueling tongues of
his rapists so hot it's the last thing he needs to cum himself.
 The trio lies entwined for a moment, Fitz and Paul
continuing to make out for a moment before reality hits them and
they realize they've been at this for ten minutes.  They help
Neal clean and push him out of the van.  Neal feels lower than
ever as he recognizes that his efforts are futile.  The action at
that party has changed his life forever and it might be time that
he stopped fighting it.

To be cum-tinued...