Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 11:29:30 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Nasty but Nice [revised]

NARSTY, BUT NICE [Revised 2009]

A short story by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
Contained herein will be found a description of group interracial gay sex
involving watersports and semi-consensual rape.
Being fantasy condoms are not used.  Life is not a fantasy – use them!

If under the age of consent or here under false pretences – go away.


My God!  I was going to get raped.  And the people I thought I knew, if only
slightly, would do nothing about it.  I could just make out in the dim light
from the moon that they had even gathered round, out in the shadows, to
watch what happened.  At least my adversaries were, aware of their presence
and hopefully wouldn't go too far over the top.

There were five of them, all young, fit and no doubt full of the beer they'd
obviously been drinking that evening.  The three girls with them originally
intended to wait around and watch, maybe to get some pointers.  Actually
they looked and sounded quite nice girls, clean and presentable even a
little concerned for me earlier.  But I hadn't come out looking for girls
that evening, that wasn't my scene at all, even so I had only myself to
blame for the fix I was in.

I walked down to the local cottage and cruising ground by the river after an
evening in the pub.  I'd had quite a few drinks myself and being a mild
evening was still dressed in the thin football shorts, towelling jock and
sleeveless T I'd put on to visit the pub.  I'd had a chat with a couple of
lads I'd met before, the memories of an earlier visit they'd made back to my
flat quite turning me on.  Unfortunately they were unable to hang around
that evening and we made tentative arrangements to meet the following
weekend.

Hearing a group of straights talking and laughing as they walked across the
common toward us we split and I moved back into the bushes to sit on a bench
until they passed.  Or so I thought.  Possibly stupidly I lit a cigarette as
they approached and instead of passing the group veered over to my seat, a
voice asking, "Can you spare a couple of cigs?"

I looked up to see a group of five lads and three girls.  The boys I paid
more attention to, all being late teens or early twenties.  As I said,
obviously they'd had more than a couple of beers apiece but not over the
top.  Like me, dressed for the weather in a variety of shorts and light
tops.  One was jet black, he looked the oldest, wearing white rugby style
shorts and a black T.  The youngest looking was also coloured, more a coffee
colour, in his case wearing denim shorts and a polo shirt.  The other three
were white but standing more in the shadow so I couldn't make them out so
clearly at that time.

I handed over a couple of fags saying I couldn't spare any more and was told
"No problem."  They stood round to light them and the thought had just
crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind meeting one or two of them at a time
down here when the oldest asked, out of the blue, "Do you suck cock?"

I was taken aback and without really thinking, no doubt due to the beers I
had previously, replied, "It has been known."

There must have been some sort of pre-arrangement between them because he
pushed the younger coloured boy toward me saying, "Well lets see you then.
My friend here has been sporting a hard on since we left the pub and it's a
waste if he just jacks off by himself."

My face was just level with the denim shorts, the front of which he was
massaging slowly.  Judging by the bulge I hadn't heard a lie.  As he was
pushed even closer he asked, "Are you sure you don't mind?"

Why should I mind?  It was what I'd come down here for, even though I'd not
expected a female audience.  Other males were no problem, it just turned me
on more and anyway, it was only to suck his cock.  In reply I just pulled my
T over my head and licked my lips.  God!  I was in a ruttish mood I thought
to myself.

That was all the encouragement he required and pulling down the zip on his
shorts pulled out a nice looking weapon, already more than half hard.  It
was what I called a nice size and shape, cut, about six inches long and the
girth in proportion, nicely coloured to match his skin tone.  He used his
hand to move it tentatively to my lips where his courage failed and I could
see it just start to wilt.  Without further ado I moved my head forward and
grasped an inch or so between my lips, using my tongue to wash round the
end.

He gasped and immediately became fully hard, his natural instincts taking
over as he moved forward, plunging the whole six inches down my throat
without warning.  I managed to hold tight as he placed his hands on my head
and started rocking back and forth.  He must have been playing with it, or
talking about it, most of the night as I was only just getting used to it
when he pulled out, yelling "I'm cumming," and proceeded to jack off
rapidly, shooting over my chest and stomach.

That seemed to decide the rest as they all moved forward and one of the
white boys dropped his shorts to display a fully hard, slightly larger cut
cock, which he poked out at my face.  Oh I do love a cut cock and needed no
further bidding to wrap my lips round it and work it to the same conclusion,
another load of cum, this time over my face as well.

This seemed to settle it and I became aware the other lads all had their
cocks out, rubbing them excitedly.  The older coloured boy made his way
forward and pointed his groin at my face.  "How about this then?" he asked.

I gasped "My God! No." It was huge, had to be a foot long and possibly two
inches across.  It looked like a massive black broom handle pointed at me.

"No one can take that," I heard one of the girls say.

"Go on," he pleaded, "Try."

"I might be able from the other end if you're up to it," I said, "Just take
it very easy."

"What?  You mean to fuck you?" he asked, "Really to fuck you?  You'd let me
do that?"

"Very carefully," I said. "Let someone else go first `though and take it
easy.  See how it goes"

"You're on," he said, and without further ado pulled me up and hustled me
over to the children's roundabout in the play area.  That was all he said to
me directly for some time, giving others instructions as to what they should
do to me, how to place me, how to hold me.

"He'll never take it," I heard one of the girls say.  "Anyway.  I'm off to
bed now. There's nothing here for us. How about you?"  And with that I'm
glad to say they walked off to leave the boys to it.  One of them did ask if
I was OK but by that time I had another cock in my throat and couldn't have
answered if I wanted to.  Hope they got some pointers for future use though.

The roundabout was one of the old style, solid wood planks, well worn, with
a small running board and four metal handles crossing over the top.  Under
his instructions they soon had me spread out on my back between two of the
handles, my arms tucked underneath and, after removing my shorts, my legs
tucked up to my thighs.  The white boy who'd just fucked my face knelt
behind holding my head up and cushioning it somewhat from the bars.  They
had all striped off by now and it was obvious that even if they weren't gay
neither was it new to them.  They weren't concerned by the other regulars
gathering round just out of reach in the shadows, they seemed to glory in
it.  Displaying their nakedness and erections for all to see, including
myself.

One of the boys climbed on the roundabout and knelt with his cock pointing
at my face.  He was quite dark, only about eighteen but already with a hairy
chest, continuing to a lesser extent over his body.  Normally I'm not keen
on hairy men but the look of excitement and anticipation on his face more
than compensated.  He just knelt there masturbating for a while and I felt a
pair of hands start to feel my arse, first gently and then with more vigour.
One, two, then three fingers inserting themselves up my passage.  I couldn't
see who it was but he knew what he was doing.  As my arse muscles started to
spasm the fingers withdrew and a voice said "now."

I recognised the feeling of what entered me next, a medium sized cock thank
god, as it wasted no time but started to attack me straight away. In, Out,
In, Out.  He was reaching my prostate without any problem.  I was going to
piss or cum soon if not very careful.  I had no idea which.  I managed to
mumble something along those lines in between loosing my breath each time he
rammed in.

"That's OK.  So am I." Said the lad kneeling over my face as he sped up the
speed of his wrist and with a series of soft yells shot over my face and I'm
sure the boy holding my head.  Even so there was no objection from behind
me.  Then he scooted down a little, now kneeling over my stomach.  He turned
his head to speak to someone, all I heard was "sure," and he turned back.

A smile appeared on his face and I saw him hold his breath for a moment, to
let it out at the same time as a stream of hot piss jetted over my chest and
stomach.  He made no attempt to direct it, just knelt slightly above me and
allowed it to flow where it wished.  Smiling all the time.  "Can't let you
dry out can we?" he stated more than asked.

After a few moments I felt a matching stream flow through my hair, mainly
down my neck and shoulders but some trickled down my face.  My tongue
automatically reached out to lick where it flowed past my lips.  "Told you,"
someone said.

All this time the attack on my arse had continued but as the flows tricked
to a stop I heard, "I'm cumming.  God it's cumming. Here we go." And the
attack intensified with half a dozen sharp thrusts as I felt his stream
shoot inside me.  He juddered a couple of times and pulled out.  I wondered
what our audience had thought of the show, not being adverse to viewers I
hoped it had been as good for them as it was for me.

Lying there catching my breath I was hardly aware as the lads changed
places.  Now my head was being clenched more tightly, one lad was standing
each side of me holding my legs back in position and the weapon was toying
with the entrance to my arse.  Hell.  I forgotten.  I couldn't take it.
Even after what had just occurred there was no way I could take that.  I
started to struggle, "No, I can't," I said.

"Yes you will," he replied.  Not can, but will, I noticed. I still struggled
but someone placed a bottled of poppers to my nose and I took in a massive
draft before I noticed.  As the usual flush flowed over me I felt myself
relax against my own will.  I know what I'd said but there was no way I
could take him.  He had to be a foot long and at least two inches across.  A
solid black ebony shaft.  As his cock demanded access to my hole I swear a
smile broke out over his body.  Not just his face, but his whole body.  It
seemed to glisten and grin in the moonlight.

"Right?" was all he said.

"No!" I managed to reply as another rush of poppers assailed me.

It didn't matter.  Whatever I said, it didn't matter.  He was going to fuck
me.  He was going to rape me.  No one was going to do a thing about it.
They were all waiting to see him, and me I suppose.  The four lads with him,
and now gathered round in the shadows more men then I'd ever seen round this
cottage at any one time before.  I could see hands moving, bodies kneeling,
some striped as we were, but nearly all watching him, watching his weapon as
it probed my entrance.

He was slow, I'll give him that.  He stopped for a moment as soon as the
entrance was forced, but only to allow me another gasp at the bottle held
under my nose, before starting again on a slow but inexorable voyage of
discovery inside me.  It never seemed to stop a little push, stop, pull
back, and push again.  Each time a greater violation.  He punched past my
prostate almost without my being aware and still the exploration continued.
Deeper than I'd ever been violated before.

If I'd not been fed continual poppers and held so tightly there wasn't any
way I could have withstood the punishment.  I could hear myself letting out
little yelps and groans whenever I had the breath, which wasn't very often.
Each time I gasped in order to keep breathing he forced it out again before
I had time to fill my lungs.  It felt as if he'd reached my lungs with that
weapon of his.  It wasn't a cock.  It had a life of its own.  It was a
weapon and he was using it on me.

It stopped.  I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up.  He
was looking down on me with mixed emotions flashing over his face.  Joy,
fear, ecstasy, approval, astonishment.  The shadows in the surrounding night
had drawn closer and were standing round, even touching, but I had only eyes
for him and only feeling for the shaft up my arse.

"I've never got anyone to take it before.  Are you sure you're OK?"

How could I be OK?  I was in pain, but such glorious pain.  I'd never been
so thoroughly possessed before.  I knew he was going to rape me.  No way
could it be called regular sex.  I was high on poppers.  He might damage me.
But I wanted more.  I just had to have more.

"Get on with it." Was all I replied.

With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly and that was all my body
needed to let go.  The accumulation of beers from the evening I could just
remember sometime in the past had reached a head, and there was no way I
could stop them.  As he pushed back in the pressure gave way and a stream
played itself up his chest, joining with the rivulets of sweat already there
and running back down.  This didn't faze him, he just increased his stroke,
a little faster and a little deeper.

Someone grabbed hold of my cock and directed it over my body, each time he
rammed in the jet sprayed up to my face where I had my eyes half closed and
my mouth open.  That seemed to be the general signal and I felt other hands
moving over my body, grabbing my cock, and pinching my nipples, fingers in
my mouth.  More streams of piss on my body accompanied by jets of cum.  Was
everyone going to use me tonight?

I was aware as his stroke increased, both in range and speed, the other
coloured lad standing spread legged above me.  It came as no surprise
somehow when he also started to piss, again.  This time straight at my open
mouth which filled almost as quickly as I could swallow, between breaths.
He rapidly knelt down and putting his face to mine started to French kiss my
still piss filled mouth while who knows how many others were pissing and
cumming over us.

I was aware of the weapon up my arse as it started to swell and judder and
just managed to gasp "Wait a minute," as it started to shoot, and shoot, and
shoot.  I can well believe he'd never got it up anywhere before as he went
on and on.  He wasn't filling my arse, he was filling my stomach, I was sure
of it.  Finally he stopped but to my surprise didn't withdraw.

The younger coloured boy kissed me deeply again and then sliding round on my
piss and cum covered stomach licked his way down to my engorged cock, which
he proceeded to take deeply into his mouth.  He'd done this before, I knew
that now, but who cares.  He was fantastic.  Sucking, nibbling, licking.  It
wouldn't be long.

His cock was within easy reach and still half hard so I took it into my
mouth.  To my surprise it sprang immediately back to life and I tried to
give him as good a job as he was giving me.  Still the occasional streams of
cum and piss were landing on us but more occasionally now.  Hands were
wiping the resulting mixture over both of us, feeling at our mouths and the
cocks being worked on in each.

In surprise I felt the weapon still in my arse become half-hard again.  No!
I couldn't take that again.  I needed a month or so to recover.  But it
stayed half-hard.  Yet even so I felt a hot stream erupt form it.  I took a
few seconds to catch on.  He was pissing up my arse.  It was too much.  With
a lurch that almost threw the lad working so energetically on my cock off
the roundabout I started to cum.  I shot and shot and shot.  I'd never cum
so much.  I was hardly aware as he came himself for the second time.  Not a
lot but just enough to taste.  Clean and salty.  Then as he collapsed over
me it seemed the obvious thing to follow by releasing my bladder again, it
was no surprise when he did likewise.

Then he spun round again and stuck his tongue in my mouth.  I kissed him
gladly back as the feeling as the weapon was withdrawn from my bruised and
belaboured arse was almost more than I could stand.

Finally he raised himself up.  "Think we could all do with a swim now, don't
you?" he grinned.

And that was just what we did.  I discovered they were all second year
students who had met over the Internet apart from the weapon who lived a
little way again.  It became a very interesting summer.

FIN