Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2004 12:59:07 EST
From: ArtHill579@aol.com
Subject: "Carried Away" Part 14

Disclaimer: This story is basically a fantasy involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between young men. If you find such material
offensive or in violation of the laws of your state/country, please don't
read any further. Remember to practice safe sex: this story is a fantasy in
which STDs don't exist!

(c) Art M. Hill ArtHill579@aol.com All rights reserved (2004).
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Chuck and Larry had grabbed me after school and practically carried me out
the door and over to the outside restrooms, where they shoved me into one of the
stalls and slipped into the adjoining ones. They had surrounded me like
bookends. Then I noticed that there were holes cut in the dividers on each side of
my stall about crotch level. The filthy graffiti on the walls showed me what
most guys were thinking about when they relieved themselves there. I seemed to
be in the `receiving' can. Further directions were not slow in coming.

"Sit down on the crapper, Stanton," Chuck ordered.

I obeyed of course, and almost immediately heard scrapping noises which I
quickly recognized as zippers being pulled down.

"Hey, Stanton," I heard Larry say. "We thought we'd try something new with
you. Don't want ya to get bored. Hang on a second, we got a treat in store for
you . . . or should I say, two treats."

"Ya know what to do, faggot, don't ya?" Chuck voice cut in. "For your sake,
ya better."

There was a pause, and then I noticed movement on both sides of me. The guys
were pushing their cocks through the holes. They were pointing right at me. It
was so hot watching those big cocks `invade my space' that I could hardly
keep from shooting in my pants. Both were so big and heavy that they could
hardly fit through the spaces. I noticed that their owners, as a precaution against
getting cut, had lined the holes with tissue paper. Pieces of it hung down
from the holes, reminding me of dripping cum. I wonder why?

For a moment my mind was revolted by this whole scene. Is this where I wanted
to end up: licking out used condoms and sucking guys off like I was in some
truck stop? But the cocks were insistent (not to mention the guys on the other
ends.)

"Get at it, slut," Chuck shouted. Apparently he didn't care who heard him.

I took a moment to examine the cocks, looking back and forth. I knew
immediately who was who, since Larry's cock was uncut. Other than that, their cocks
were almost identical, both grade A class meat. Big dripping heads attached to
long, thick shafts almost demanding me to service them. Like a kid in a candy
shop, not knowing what he wanted more, I reached out for both those beautiful
poles at the same time. I wrapped my hand around each one, getting more and
more turned on by their throbbing heat. "Damn," I thought, "this was great.
Maybe I was a cock slut like they were saying. I thought I could sit there
forever, enjoying this new, terribly exciting experience of holding a cock in each
hand and knowing that their owners were big muscle-bound studs. And right now
they were all mine . . . as long as I did what they said!

"Come on, pussy!" Larry hissed. "You're not here to take a crap, and if you
keep us waitin' much longer you're gonna find your head at the bottom of the
bowl, like swirly time. Ya got it?"

I think it was more my own overwhelming desire than his threats that finally
unfroze me. I fell to my knees on the dirty, piss-stained floor.

 I started out with Larry, having, as I said before, a preference for uncut
cocks. I stuck out my tongue and began to play with the head which was still
mostly covered with skin but beginning to enlarge and to come out from its
hiding place. It also began to drip clear precum which I lapped up. Then, probing
deeper, I plunged my tongue again under his warm foreskin. That definitely put
him in a more positive frame of mind!

"Oh, shit," Larry groaned. "Hey Chuck," he panted, "ya know I've always
wanted to do this--stick my cock through one of these damn holes and have
somebody suck it."

I felt a slight movement above me, looked up and saw fingers curl around the
top of the stall. Larry was bracing himself and pushing himself as tight as
possible against the wall so that I could service his cock to the max.

"Yeah," he continued. "Everybody talks about doin' this, but chicks think
its too gross for them, even that slut Marcia. But we got ourselves a damn
faggot here that'll do whatever we want. You--oh yeah, keep that up, fucker--you
done this before, dude?" Larry's question wasn't directed to me but to Chuck.

"Nope," said Chuck, obviously missing the attention his buddy was getting. "
But I wanna before tomorrow. Send that fucker over here. I need some of that
bad."

"You heard the man," Larry said, sounding a bit disappointed. "Give `im
what he wants. And then get that mouth pussy of yours back over here."

Well, I had a new game, even though I hadn't set the rules. Go back and
forth, equal time to each and get `em off. It was pretty obvious that neither Larry
nor Chuck would last too long. I guess they were as excited as I was about
what we were doing.

"Yeah, that's the way, fag. Shit, you're so desperate for our big cocks that
you'd do anything to get `em, wouldn't ya?"

Suddenly Chuck's cock was gone and I was sucking air. A loud pop echoed
through the empty bathroom and Chuck started laughing. Just then Larry bellowed for
me to get back on his cock, but just as I opened up, expecting to feel a
warm, pulsing piece of flesh fill my mouth, I once again closed my lips over
nothing.

"Hey, fucker," Chuck snickered. "Where'd ya go? I'm waiting for ya." Seems
they had found a new game called cock hide-and-seek. They knew how turned on
I was by now, and decided to have some fun with me. They figured I wouldn't
give up at this point and kept pushing their cocks in and out of the holes, just
out of my reach. They both started groaning as if they were already having
their orgasms, figuring they would drive me crazy. They did.

"Keep tryin', baby," Chuck said, listening to me scramble back and forth
across the floor. My pants were getting filthy, but I no longer cared. "You want
our cocks so bad, ya gotta catch `em. C'mon, shithead, we can't even see you.
Even a dork like you should be able to catch one of our cocks."

"Shit, Chuck," Larry said. "Man, I'm dyin' over here. Let's give the fag a
better chance or I ain't never gonna get my nut."

"Okay, okay," Chuck laughed. "Hey fag. Tell ya what. We'll do `em one at a
time. That way you can concentrate on catchin' just one. Ya think ya can do
that ya stupid dicklicker?"

I could tell that Larry had withdrawn his cock from the hole and was slowly
stroking it just to keep himself going while I went after Chuck. By that point
I so wanted to suck that big stud dick that I pushed my mouth up against the
dirty hole, just waiting to trap it when Chuck pushed it through. I didn't have
long to wait. I guess Chuck was tired of the game and was ready to cum. He
didn't even try to fake me out anymore, but just slowly pushed his cock right
into my waiting mouth.

I flattened my entire face against the wall so that I could take as much of
that big jock pole into my mouth as possible. I pulled it in and gave it the
best welcome I could. I drew my cheeks together, bathing the shaft of Chuck's
cock in my warm, wet mouth. I gently massaged the big, leaking head with my
tongue, curling it around and around. Then I took it in deep, trying, in spite of
the wall, to get it down my throat.

Chuck was moaning with pleasure and squirming around, making it difficult for
me to keep working him. I thought about just slipping into his stall and
taking him directly down my throat, but I knew he wanted it this way. He laughed
at me, realizing my frustration.

"Try harder, asshole. Shit can't you do anything right?"

Apparently Chuck couldn't wait any longer himself and began to move in and
out, face-fucking me right through the wall. I tried to keep still and to make
my mouth into a cunt, licking and massaging as he thrust in and sucking hard as
he pulled out. It was working. His cock began to swell up, his moaning and
cursing got louder, until finally he pushed all the way in and let loose,
shooting his load deep into my throat and then filling up my mouth with his thick,
warm cum.

"Oh, fuck, Lar," Chuck gasped, "this little faggot is doin' it. He's suckin'
 the juice right out of me. Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Yeah, keep it up, get it
all, motherfucker, get it all!"

I did just that. I kept sucking until he was totally drained. Knowing that he
probably didn't want me to suck any more, I knelt motionless as the last few
drops of cum dripped onto my tongue. Damn I was liking the taste of this jock
cum more and more. I couldn't get enough.

Moments later Larry shook me out of my daydream. "Hey dork," he growled, "
get you're fuckin' ass over here. I got somethin' for ya and I got it now."

I immediately got excited thinking about Larry's uncut dong and scooted over
to his side of the stall so fast that I banged my head against the wall. Chuck
and Larry both laughed.

"Shit, buddy," Larry snickered to Chuck, "this faggot wants it so bad he
nearly split his skull open. Damn I bet he put a dent in the damn stall that
matches the dent in his head." More laughing.

Actually I couldn't help it. When Larry stopped laughing he pushed his
already hard cock though the hole. I saw that his head had emerged from its folds of
skin, already glistening with precum. More of the slippery scum had collected
along the edges of his foreskin, and I began to circle his cock with my
tongue to make sure I got all of it.

"Yeah, freak," Larry panted, already winding up. "Hey I got some cheese for
ya' today too. Don't waste it man or I'll be real pissed. Now dig in."

I dug deeper under the folds of skin on Larry's cock and got a taste of his `
cheese'. It was so rank I almost heaved, but he insisted and I managed to
choke it down.

"That's right," he said, "you gotta clean up that cock if ya wanna get fed.
Okay, that's good, now open wide." With the strong taste of his scum already
in my mouth, I flattened my face once again against the hole as Larry's cock
began to swell in my mouth.

"Here it comes fucker. Keep lickin' like that and I'll blow your head right
off. Yeah, that's it! Here it comes, you damn cocklicker . . . Uhhhhhh!
Uhhhhh! Ooooh, yeah!" His cock throbbed in my mouth as it discharged over and over
again. Hot thick cum poured into my mouth in such quantities that all I could
do was swallow.

"Keep lickin' damn it!" Larry cried in ecstasy. "You're gonna get it all,
cocksucker."

After five large shots that almost chocked me his cum stream changed from
powerful squirts to a thick, heavy flow that I could now savor to the full. Larry
was still moaning, lost in the intense pleasure of his orgasm. He let his
cock soak in my mouth for what seemed like hours, commanding me not to move until
he said so. My mouth was getting more and more tired, but I dared not move
without his permission. Finally he relented.

"Hey," said Chuck, "I got some more for ya. Get that cocksucking mouth over
here. Yeah, now this time keep your mouth pussy a couple of inches away from
the hole. I'm gonna jack off and I wanna see if you can catch my load through
the hole--and you better do it or there'll be more than a dent in that wall.
Got it?"

"I got it," I said, my mouth wide open, just as he had ordered. As if he didn
't trust me, I saw his eye appear in the hole just for a second. Then it
disappeared and I saw his cock again.

"Close your eyes," he ordered. I did.

Suddenly I felt warm liquid spraying all over my face and into my mouth. It
wasn't cum. I realized immediately that he was pissing on me. I gasped in shock
which only caused me to inhale some of the piss and start choking violently.
Then I felt the back of my head getting wet and realized that Larry had joined
in. I was caught in piss streams coming from both directions and I was in the
middle! My clothes quickly became drenched in piss. Both Chuck and Larry were
laughing so hard their piss began to spray all over the stall. I wanted to
get up but was afraid to until their piss finally began to slow down (they must
have been holding it for hours!)

I heard the stalls on either side of me open as their occupants, still
laughing, came out. I was still knelling in the center of the floor, dripping with
piss and with cum trickling from the corners of my mouth. I was a filthy mess.

Chuck and Larry didn't even bother to check on me. I heard the water in the
sinks running as they washed their hands. Still laughing they headed for the
door.

"Shit, buddy," Larry said to Chuck, "that was fuckin' great. The fag never
knew what hit him. Damn he is pathetic."

"Yeah," Chuck agreed, "but he sure can give good head. From now on when the
cunts aren't putting out I know where to get some relief." They acted as if I
wasn't still in the room as they walked out together, still laughing at me,
banging the door shut behind them.

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I struggled to my feet and took a moment to assess my situation. I was
drenched in piss and smelled like a urinal. There was no way I could clean up there
except to wash the cum and piss from my face. I still stunk to high heaven and
was dripping wet. I could only hope that when I emerged from the bathroom
nobody would be around, although I knew that some of the teams practiced right
about now.

I poked my head out of the bathroom and saw that there were, indeed, players
on the field but they were far enough away that they probably wouldn't notice
me and certainly wouldn't smell my `au de piss' as Chris would say.

I started walking as rapidly as I could toward my car, wondering how I could
avoid further damaging my poor seat covers, when I was suddenly stopped short
by a rather hard blow to the back of my head. What the hell was that? I looked
down and saw a football spinning on the ground and rolling slowly away from
me.

I heard a burst of laughter and then: "Dude, that was a great shot! Man all
that practice is sure payin' off."

I turned around, a bit dizzy, and was shocked to see Chris, Chuck, Larry, and
some of their jock buddies standing off to the side of the toilets all with
big grins on their faces. They must have been hiding there all along, waiting
for me to come out. From some of the comments I heard, I knew that Chris had
thrown the football.

"Hey fag," he said mockingly, "I told you to come over to the house and I'd
show you how to play the game. See what happens when you don't even know how
to catch a ball?" More laughter. "Okay, maybe this is a good time to get
started. Gi'me that ball."

I picked up the ball and started carrying it over to him, wondering how I was
going to explain the condition (and smell!) of my clothes. He saved me the
embarrassment.

"Oh, no," he said, "throw it to me. Tell you what: you be the quarterback,
and I'll go out for a long one."

Go out for a long one? I hardly had control enough of a football to reach him
from where I was standing, and he was running further away from me! I figured
I'd better stop debating and throw before he widened the distance any further
and I wouldn't even get close him. I heaved the ball with all my strength,
hoping for the best. Of course the shot went totally wild and ended up hitting
the roof of the toilets. The ball bounced once and, since the roof was flat, it
stayed up top.

"What the hell," Chris said, "I told you to throw the ball at me, not at the
can! Can't you do anything right, asswipe?"

"He's still thinkin' about the crapper," Larry chimed in, "he just had the
time of his life in there."

"Oh, yeah? Well that really doesn't surprise me," Chris said, looking hard
at me.

"Damn," I thought to myself. He was going to tell them about the condoms.
What little that was left of my reputation on campus would evaporate. I looked
pleadingly at him.

"Whatdaya mean?" Chuck asked.

"Well, ya see Davey-boy here likes to get wild every once in a while. You'd
never guess it since he's basically such a wimp, but when you push the right
buttons he's up for anything. Le'me show you . . . Take off all your clothes,
man." He was talking to me.

For a minute I looked at him blankly. He couldn't be serious. I could see now
that the price for his silence about the condom games was going to be higher
than I expected. I tried playing dumb: "Whatdaya mean, Chris?"

"What are you stupid, boy? What the fuck do ya think I mean?" Chris shouted
angrily. "Strip!" In spite of his tone of voice I could tell that he was very
obviously enjoying his power over me.

Slowly I began to pull off my piss stained shirt and tee. I consoled myself
with the thought that I had to get them off anyway . . . but in the middle of
the athletic field? The other jocks were watching intently to see just how far
I would obey Chris' orders.

As I fumbled with my belt Chris began to lose patience. "Move it, fag" he
shouted. "Get the rest of that shit off right now or you know what's gonna
happen."

Just the threat of Chris exposing my `secret' was enough for me to finish
exposing myself. In a few moments I stood totally naked in front of Chris and
his buddies and anyone else who happened to be around the field. Once I had
obeyed his orders, Chris pulled me around the side of the toilets, giving us some
cover--for now.

"Hey, fag," one of the jocks asked, "you ever been fucked up the ass?" At
the same time he goosed me and I jumped, letting out a surprised scream. The
guys cracked up again.

"Looks like he wants it," Larry chuckled. "One thing I'll tell you: he
gives awesome head. You oughta try him when there's no cunt around."

All of a sudden the guys were all over me, twisting my tits, pinching my ass,
even flicking my cock, which, of course, started to get hard.

"Hey," said Chuck, "this little fag is horny as hell. You guys better watch
out or he's gonna slime ya."

I tried to bolt, but somebody tripped me and I fell heavily to the ground. "
Where do ya think you're goin' cunt?"

"Alright, alright," Chris said, taking control again. "Here's the deal. We
let the fag go, but he's gotta walk naked across the field to his car.

"Chris," I said weakly, knowing there wasn't much I could do. "I can't do
that. Somebody's gonna see me."

"That's right, pussy," he said, "but just to show you what a nice guy I am,
I'm gonna give ya something to hide your clit. I know it's something you're
really gonna like."

I just looked at him blankly.

"Here ya go," Chris said, with a wicked smile on his face. He had pulled a
rumpled condom packet out of his back pocket, tore it open, and started
dangling it in front of my face. "This should cover you up good." All the jocks
burst out laughing.

That was all it took. Blushing from every pour of my body, I turned and
started walking across the field with Chris and his friends laughing their asses
off behind me.

"Hey!" Chris yelled out after me. "There's a perv on the field! Shit!
Somebody call the cops! Stop that fag!"

Chris's buds took up the chant: "Stop that fag! Stop that fag! Stop that
fag! . . .

I was in the exact middle of the field when heads started to turn from the
baseball diamond. Players and spectators alike began to point and laugh. That
was also the moment I remembered my car keys . . . they were still in my pants
pocket lying next to the toilet where those jerks had made me strip! What the
hell should I do now?

(to be continued)