Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2009 09:22:22 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: The Decision When Clint pulled out of him, he did it slow enough to make Doug gasp then breath slowly. He couldn't help but admit to himself that the thick cock felt even better as it snake like departed him. "There" Clint said satisfied that his cock dangled in front of him instead of impaling the boys butthole. "Next time you'll be begging me for it" he chuckled as he pulled his sleeveles shirt back on his sweaty torso. Doug lay there not daring to move. Others were standing around, laughing, making comments and their existance threatened him. "No he's mine" Clint said to someone who apparently said something or made a move to jam their dick where his had been. Doug relaxed. It wasn't going to be a gang rape after all. In truth it wasn't a rape although the group thought so. He had agreed to Clint's proposition. It made him a whore he knew but at least the debt was paid. But Clint's words told him it wasn't over. He wanted to yell out "You made a deal" or "you promised" but he remained quiet. There wasn't supposed to be others involved, not even watching. He suspected Clint may have told them. Or perhaps the sounds of the loss of his virginity attracted them. Doug didn't know which. "Come on leave the fag alone" Clint said. Doug knew he was indeed a fag, queer and all the derogative names guys his age used. He had heard those terms at home too. There was something wrong with boys like him. Even the Priest seemed to tell everyone that fact. He couldn't help it. Articles and Internet blogs said it all wasn't true. Gays were the way they were from birth. Gays were the same as everyone else, even equal to others. Doug was confused by the politicians, preachers and other people who said otherwise. But it felt good to touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed, fondle and be fondled and use your mouth to please another person. His cousin had proved that years ago. There were videos he watched in the booths that featured naked, muscled, preppies and others enjoying sex with each other with a passion Doug had yet to feel. Clint slapped his ass. "Keep that butt tight for me bitch" everyone laughed. Doug heard the shoes shuffling as the group left him alone. Another voice spoke "Want some help?" Doug struggled to his feet, ignoring his semi nudity. "I'm ok I guess" he wabbled as he looked for the jeans he had been wearing. Gary held them out for him. "You ok?" he asked. The boy didn't look at Doug but away either out of his shame or to give Doug an opportunity to hide himself. Doug pulled his jeans on. "yea" he said "what do you want?" "Nothing man, just thought you could use some help" he said. Gary's cheeks were reddened. "Uh thanks, I'm ok" Doug said not sure what to say next. Gary didn't offer any hints. "Cool, I mean, well, get some ointment, that helps" he said. Doug looked at him. His expression asked Gary how he knew that. "I uh, well when I was younger, a guy uh you know" he stammered. Doug knew he wasn't alone. He asked more then he intended "You still uh you know?" Gary paused and looked around "don't tell anyone" he answered. "I'd say the same but I think everyone knows" he said buttoning his fly after stuffing his penis inside. "Don't worry, nobody will say anything. Hell, man, they could all get arrested," Gary said. Doug had forgotten the group thought Clint raped him. "Yeah," he said, wanting to tell the truth to someone. He dared not tell his parents of course. His older brother already called him names. He couldn't go to confession because even though that was supposed to be secret the Priests were nortorious for saying things to parents of confessing kids. "Can I tell you something?" he decided.