Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 17:47:16 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The First Hand School Chapter 2

Day 2. Cherry harvest


Average reading time: 25 minutes.


Fucking hell! I cannot believe what's just happened! It's fucking
outrageous and I have *got* to find a way to escape this fucking hellhole.
This isn't what I signed up for.


Everything started out okay, in fact in some ways I'm still on cloud nine
from last night. At about 6pm Marcus came to my room and told me it was
time to get ready. I was obviously nervous - I mean this was going to be my
first time for god's sake - but somehow Marcus made it all remarkably
straightforward and put me at my ease.


Step by step he showed me how to get ready. A lot of this stuff I kinda
knew from the internet - how to douche and the like - but I didn't know
just how thorough you have to be. Marcus says it was a good idea to really
clean myself out as `you never know what might happen'. Of course, that's
the last thing I would have wanted, so even though it took a while, I
religiously followed his advice. The bathroom had some special equipment
I'd never seen before. An enema hose with a special nozzle on the end that
had a bunch of LEDs in it - it literally lit up guiding a path to my ass.
Marcus said it may have seemed over the top, but every little helped, right?


He also said it was a good idea to squeeze a little bit of lube inside of
me to throughly coat my asshole. I said that surely the top would normally
do that? He seemed non-fussed and replied that he just wanted me to have
the best experience possible and that loads of bottoms did it before sex to
help make it as enjoyable for both parties. I certainly didn't want to let
my cherry-taking top down, so I thought what the hell and did it. "That's
it, push the lube in nice and deep" said Marcus as he watched.


He then left me with the details of the man I was about to sleep with:
Carl. I was a bit surprised as I thought I was going to be able to choose
from a range of guys myself, but Marcus said the school had specially
selected Carl based on my needs and requirements on my application form.
"Don't worry, he'll do you right" Marcus said with a smile in his eyes.


Once again, he'd put my mind to rest. And I've got to say that the school
seemed to have made a damn good choice.


If you wanted to have a memorable first time, then Carl seemed to be
everything you'd want in a top. He looked to be in his early 30s, taller
than me at 6' 1" and also a lot more muscly. Not in a gym-fit way though,
but more naturally fit. Like he'd made those muscles the hard way, by using
them everyday. He was darkly handsome too; brown eyes and hair, and most of
the photos showed him with a four or five day beard. They also showed that
he was quite hairy all over, a thick pelt of fur that somehow accentuated
his broad chest and big arms. It was all quite animalistic, but I liked
that. Oddly there wasn't a single photo of him naked, though he seemed to
fill out his jeans pretty well. I guess a bit of mystery is a good thing
but I hoped he wasn't too big as I knew from my sister's rubber dick that I
was pretty tight back there.


Marcus told me to have a shower and that he'd lay out some clothes for me
to wear, then he'd come back and take me to meet Carl.


Jesus, the clothes were slutty! All of my own clothes had disappeared
though so I had no choice. Putting them on made me start having serious
second thoughts... A pair of knee length white socks with a thick red and
blue stripe at the top. A ridiculously small pair of low rise tan shorts
that seemed to hug my butt like a second skin (no underwear by the way).
And a thin powder blue t-shirt that must have been a size or two small and
barely came down to my navel. I felt like white trash, like I was being
pimped out or something.


I complained when Marcus let himself back in to my locked room. "Stop
fussing, you look great! I haven't seen such a hot rookie in ages. And
besides, you want Carl to like you, don't you? He likes a bit of boy-bait,
and you've got that written all over you."


Before I could even stop to question his words -- boy-bait? -- I was hustled
out the door and down a maze of corridors to Carl's room. My stomach felt
as if it were in my mouth as my nervous heart beat faster. Marcus knocked,
opened the door and nudged me in. With trepidation, I slowly stepped into
the room, knowing I was about to be changed forever.


My first thoughts were of a log cabin; wood, warmth, fire, the smell of
smoke, fur, and a deep, comfortable looking bed to one side. But it was the
man standing by the fireplace that really caught my attention: Carl. He
looked even bigger and more handsome in real life. Tall, tanned, composed,
relaxed in his own skin - the exact opposite of what I was feeling. And the
exact opposite of what I wearing too. I had been made to look like the
inexperienced boy that I was, and yet he was dressed as all man. A simple
dark navy t-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and arms, tight
black leather jeans and knee-high engineering boots.


To be honest, I was both deeply intimidated and darkly drawn to him at the
same time. This was the man that was going to take me over the threshold of
being an adult? I couldn't quite believe it. He must have sensed my
conflicted feelings as he beckoned me closer towards him. As the door swung
shut and automatically locked behind me, he held out his hand in open
invitation.


"Don't worry" he said, "this is what you're here to do. It's going to be
just fine." And somehow as I took his hand it *was* fine. His touch sent a
pulse of excitement through my body and for the first time I felt my dick
stir in my shorts. He drew me closer and I became aware of the smell of
leather and fresh sweat; his smell. He could sense that I was beginning to
forget my nerves and instead focus on him.


He drew me closer and wrapped his big arms around my slight body. The hug
was exactly what I needed, reaching down deep into my core. His warmth
melted away my tension, his touch make me feel that I was safe, that
nothing bad would happen whilst I was with him. He whispered gently in my
ear, "enjoy yourself boy, everything that I do is going to be for your own
good."


He briefly squeezed my body before releasing and pushing me a step back.
"Now, take a good look at me, appreciate the man who's going to start your
sexual awakening." And so I did, taking in every detail, from the stubble
reaching down his neck to his thick leather belt, which held up trousers
that dauntingly bulged out in front of him.


"Now, feel my body. Slowly. Take your time. Start from my shoulders and
work your way down. Feel the strength of my arms and the size of my chest..."
He was firm, taut and muscled. I could sense the power inside of him. By
this time my dick was naturally straining inside of my insanely tight
shorts, and in my lust I make a move towards his bulging crotch, eager and
yet scared to find out what was inside. "No" he said firmly as he brushed
my hand away. "Did I say you could touch my dick? If you're going to do
well tonight you've got to listen, boy. Now, keep moving down."


I did as he said, feeling his giant corded thighs behind the warm leather
of his jeans. By this time I had lowered myself onto my knees and it took a
moment to realise that I was in a position of devotion and subjugation to
him. I looked up and I realised he had gotten me exactly where he must have
wanted me; my head directly level with his bulge.


Without breaking eye contact, he released his belt and snicked the top
button of his fly open. Holding his palms expectantly at his sides, he
raised an eyebrow and said "now boy".


I took the invitation and reached up to pull his zipper down and spread
open the front of his jeans. Jesus Christ! All of my senses were assaulted
as I realised that this there is is no way that this was going to be an
easy introduction to gay sex, it couldn't be! His leather jeans have been
hiding a gigantic package under the fabric of a very taut and ripe
jockstrap. I could feel the heat of his dick as my hands brushed against it
to open his fly... I could smell his funk as I released his jock, an
intoxicating blend of leather and ball sweat... And finally, hidden behind
the worn and tired fabric, I could see the thickness and length of what had
to be a truly giant dick. I could even make out the line of his bulbous
helmet. Just how big was his dick if I could see both it's shaft and flared
head under the tight constraining fabric?!


"You like?" Carl said. It broke me out of my reverence and I audibly
gulped. There was no way that this... *thing* was going to fit inside of me.
It was fucking huge and not even hard yet! Carl seemed to know exactly the
fear going through my head, after all, he must have seen the same facial
expression on countless guys before me.


"Don't worry boy, we're going to take this nice and gentle. I'm going to
open you up and before you know it, you'll come to love the size of my
junk. You certainly won't forget it. Why don't you touch it? No, through
the jockstrap and not with your hands... Tell you what? Why don't you bury
your face inside my crotch?"


Almost on auto-pilot, I moved my head towards Carl's junk. He evidently
felt I was moving too slowly though, as he used his hands to push me deep
into his sweaty jock. The smell was rich, so thick that I felt I could have
bitten chunks off and eaten them. The heat made my face go rosy, but above
all I could feel the sheer girth of his giant shaft. I don't know whether
he was doing it deliberately, but I could feel his dick pulsing, as if he
was doing kegels. Big as it was, it still felt soft and fleshy, as if it a
lot more growing to do.


"See? How could you possibly fear my meat? It may be big, but you've got to
admit it feels good, right?" And somehow it did, the heat, warmth and size
felt so natural next to my mouth that I felt as if I belonged. Suddenly I
felt dampness on my cheek and, alarmed, I tried to pull away to see what it
was. Carl wouldn't let me go through. "Calm down boy, that's just my
pre-fuck oozing onto your face. I tend to leak a lot, so don't be afraid.
In fact, it's a good sign. Shows my cock wants you."


As the smell of his pre-cum added to the lust-fuelled miasma around my
head, I felt relief and excitement that this man genuinely wanted me. That
this wasn't just a job but that it meant something to him. He was beginning
to draw me in.


A moment later he released my head from his crotch and guided my eyes to
look at his. For the first time in what felt like hours I could see his
face. He was staring at me intently, the corner of his lips curling
upwards. I felt myself flinching away at the sheer naked desire in his look.


He pulled me onto to my feet and he paused to take a good look at his
pleasure for the evening. He took in my overly small and baby blue t-shirt,
the ridiculously low-waisted and tight shorts, the white sport socks
climbing my shins. His large hands reached behind me to cop a feel of my
bum. He must have liked what he felt, as he seemed to growl with
satisfaction.


Moments later his hands were lifting off his t-shirt, his fur giving his
chest a halo of soft light in the glow from the fire. I suddenly felt
intimidated by his sheer size. Even though he was only a couple of inches
taller than me, his presence seemed to tower over me as he pulled my own
t-shirt over my head.


"Shorts next boy, but keep your socks on" he told me. I reluctantly started
to undo the button fly and let my shorts fall down my legs. It was a relief
to free my aching dick from the tight fabric, but somehow my overwhelming
feeling was that this was the point of no return. I was desperate to lose
my virginity, but come the moment I was suddenly scared and slightly in awe
of the man in front of me. Carl seemed to sense my hesitation because he
immediately picked me up and carried me over to the bed.


"Don't worry Bobby, there's no going back but everything is going to be
just fine" he said, sitting me on the edge and telling me to turn around
onto my hands and knees, facing away from him. "That's it, arch your back
and present your ass to me like a good boy". I could sense that he took
this moment to release his dick from it's jock strap prison (though I
didn't hear him take his jeans off). I could also sense him kneeling behind
me. And then I suddenly felt his hands separating my arse cheeks. "Now...
time to get you warmed up, boy."


With that I suddenly felt something wet and firm. Carl was licking my hole!
I obviously knew about rimming, but I never dreamt it could feel this good!
It was electrifying, with every lick and push of his tongue I could feel my
toes curl. I cried out with pleasure. "My god! Please keep going Sir, that
feels amazing!" (I have no idea where the Sir came from, it just slipped
out of my mouth. Somehow it felt right though.)


Carl seemed to double down in the intensity of his pleasure attack on my
hole. I could feel his firm and playful tongue getting deeper inside of me,
and the sensation of his soft stubble scratching me made the experience
even more head-spinning. My body was shuddering with pleasure and I kept on
moaning and giving my thanks to Carl, hoping he would never stop.


He pulled back, laughing and said "you like that boy?" I cried out that I
did, I really did. I hoped he was just taking a breath for air but moments
later I felt a different sensation. It can only have been his fingers as I
felt him gently probing at the entrance to my ass. Whether it was his
saliva, the lube that I still hoped was lining my insides, or just how well
he'd warmed me up, but his finger tips seemed to be sliding in remarkably
easily.


All the while my cock was ridiculously hard and trickling precum onto the
bed. At one particularly intense moment I reached round to touch it, but my
hand was immediately flicked away. "Did I say you could touch your dick
boy?" Carl asked. I immediately apologised and removed my hand. It
definitely felt as if Carl was in control of exactly how much pleasure I
got and not me.


For the next ten minutes or so he alternated between his magic fingers and
his amazing tongue. When he wasn't licking me out he was probing me with
his fingers incessantly. It seemed after a while that the balance shifted
and he was using his fingers more and more, perhaps with some extra lube
he'd put on his hands? All I knew was that he had opened me up far more
easily than my sister's rubber dicks ever had. I felt truly ready and
receptive.


All the while he was using his fingers he was talking to me, spurring me
on. Asking me whether I wanted to get fucked.


"I want to be the first one to fuck you because I want you to remember your
cherry being taken long after we're done. Now... do you want me to fuck you?"


I cried out yes but seemingly it wasn't enough for Carl. I could sense but
not see that he was now standing up. The moment must be coming soon. Even
though I wanted it I suddenly realised just how vulnerable this position
was; Carl was in control and could do anything he wanted to me. I needed to
be fucked though, *this* was the moment.


"I want to stretch you open with my big dick because I want you to know
what it feels like to have a man inside of you. Tell me, do you want to be
fucked?"


"Yes, yes!" I cried out. "I want to feel you inside of me. Please Sir,
please fuck me!" His fingers were getting more and more incessant, pushing
deeper inside of me.


"I want to turn your tight little hole into a sloppy pussy because I want
you to fulfil your true destiny in life. Tell me, do you want to be cunted?"


Wait, what--?


I suddenly felt a searing pain in my ass and forget everything but the fire
in my hole. I screamed in pain. I realised later that Carl had thrust the
entire length of his cock forward into my arse in one brutal movement, all
whilst pulling my body backwards to spear me onto his dick. I was totally
impaled on his cock and it felt agonisingly huge. He'd split me in half.


"Motherfucker!" I cried out in pain. "Take it out, take it out! It's too
fucking big! Oh please Sir, please take it out. I can't fucking take it."


"Not a chance boy. You scream and cry all you want, lets me know I'm doing
a good job. I did say you were never going to forget this moment... Will you?
Will you forget the moment you first felt my big dick inside of you?"
replied Carl.


Tears were streaming down my face. It was all I could do to shake my head
from side to side. No, I thought. I'll never forget the moment you fucking
tricked me and shoved your entire dick inside of me in one savage thrust.
No, I don't think I'll ever forget the fucking agony I'm in right now
either. I tried once more to get Carl to release me - I struggled and tried
to draw away from his hands and cock but he was having none of it.


"Stay still boy. You're here to get fucked and you haven't been fucked yet.
Sure, I've harvested your cherry, but that's not the same as fucking you.
Trust me, just like pulling a plaster off, going balls deep on the first
thrust is the easiest way... All the boys I cunt say so. Eventually. Just
breathe deep, you'll get used to it. I'm going to stay right here until you
adjust to me being inside you."


The fucker wasn't making it any easier for me though. I could feel him
flexing his dick inside of my hole, his girth doing the seemingly
impossible of feeling bigger with every pulse. At this point I had still
never actually seen Carl's dick, just felt it inside of me. It had looked
huge inside of his jock, now I was skewered my mind was running wild at
just how big it must be. If I was in this much agony, it must be fucking
gigantic.


Slowly I felt the worse of the pain passing and the full enormity of what
had just happened hit me... I would never get my virginity back. Sure, I had
been looking forward to losing it, but I didn't realise it was going to be
taken from me so violently. And I suddenly realised that I had no idea
whether Carl was wearing a rubber or not! He can't be, as there hadn't been
a moment's pause since us moving to the bed. Damn!


"Are you ready boy, as it's time for me to start fucking you?" I was still
too shell shocked to respond. He must have taken no answer as a yes though
as he slowly started to pull his dick back. Thank god for the lube that
Marcus had suggested I put deep inside of me, otherwise half my rectum
would have been pulled back with his cock!


The fire in my ass slowly calmed down, and amazingly Carl became more
gentle too. He talked me through what he was doing. Explaining that he was
withdrawing a couple of inches in and out, going slowly, helping me to get
used to the feeling of the invader inside of me. He explained that the
constant flow of cock sap from his leaking dick would help lube me up some
more and I just had to be patient. In all this time not once did the
entirety of his cock leave my ass. Part of him was always inside of me,
always `using my hole' as he said.


I asked him what he meant by this... and just what the fuck he meant when
he'd said he wanted to turn my `tight little hole into a sloppy pussy'?! I
couldn't believe Carl had even thought it, let alone said it. I was here to
lose my virginity, not to be turned into some kind of sex freak.


"Oh, don't take it too seriously boy, it's just a figure of speech" he
replied. "Besides using your sweet hole gives me pleasure, and that's what
tight little bottoms like you are born for. You do want to give me
pleasure, right?"


And I couldn't deny that yes, I did want to. As he slowly built up the pace
and his stroke depth I could feel myself getting hard again. The epic pain
of his first entry was turning into exquisite pleasure. Not least that I
was on a high of no longer being a virgin. I had finally done it!


I could feel Carl building up his speed. Anxious for him not to shoot
inside of me, I asked him to warn me before he came.


"Sure thing boy! Plenty of warning. Now get back to taking my cock!"


By this time he had grabbed my hands, crossed my arms over behind me and
held them against my back. My face and upper body were mashed into the bed
and he was slamming his body into mine. Amazingly he was still wearing his
jeans, and every so often the end of his belt buckle would painfully slap
my arse.


Nothing could stop the feelings inside of my hole though. To feel Carl
fucking me felt like nothing I'd experienced before, and I was completely
lost in the moment. So this, *this*, was what it was like to be fucked! For
all the size of his dick - perhaps *because* of the size of his dick - I
was totally into it. Carl's pleasure was my pleasure. I was being used and
I was loving it. I got completely carried away and couldn't help but cry
out "please Sir, fuck me! Fuck my boyhole, use me!" I have no idea where
that language came from.


Both our bodies shook with the force of his fucking and I could sense that
Carl was getting close. The constant pummelling of my prostate by his
monster dick had meant that I had felt on the brink of orgasm forever.


"Gonna cum!" Carl shouted. I expected him to pull out but he didn't. "Take
it bitch" he cried, and with a particularly brutal volley of thrusts he
shot his load deep inside of me. I swear that I could feel his dick like a
pump-action shot gun in my hole, his shaft pulsating with each shot, firing
his spunk deep inside of me. Amazingly, those last few moments of extra
hard pounding took me over the edge too and I swear we both came at the
same time - me completely hands free.


Carl released my arms and collapsed on top of me, his body engulfing mine.
His upper body was hot and drenched in sweat, the thick leather of his
jeans warm against my legs. His dick was still hard and stretching my hole,
his thick load basting my insides. I felt both proud and ashamed of what
had just happened. Proud that I had finally lost my virginity, but also
ashamed that it had been taken from me so forcibly. And that part of me had
enjoyed it so much.


"You did really well, you took it like you were born to it. How does it
feel to have lost your cherry, boy?" asked Carl.


"Unbelievable" I replied, hedging my words. "I'll remember it forever." I
paused for a long moment before saying "you said you were going to warn me
before you came."


"I did warn you, boy. That doesn't mean I wasn't gonna cum in your ass,
that's what holes are there for. Why else would I fuck you?"


I couldn't quite believe what Carl had just said and he must have detected
the sudden stiffness in my body. He squeezed me and said "don't be silly
kid, you were great! I just get carried away sometimes when there's a hot
hole in front of me. You should be proud of what you've got."


As I lay pinned onto the bed by Carl, his softening but still giant cock in
my ass, I thought about what he said. Maybe I was thinking about sex all
wrong? Should I be proud of my hole? I mean it had just taken an insanely
punishing fuck from a man that seemingly would put a horse to shame. Surely
that's got to be worth something? But what would that make me?


***


I didn't have a chance do any more thinking before Carl said "ready for
round two?" Fuck. There was going to be a round two? I really wasn't sure I
could cope.


He pulled away and released me from his hold. By which I mean I finally
felt his dick leave my ass. But somehow it didn't. Christ, he had been
inside of me for so long that it felt as if he was still there, like he had
imprinted a copy of his dick in my hole, like some weird phantom dick! What
state my hole must be in right now to feel like that? Fucking tender,
that's for sure.


I slowly turned over onto my front and saw that he was already off the bed,
with his back turned and finally taking off his boots and leather jeans.
His body looked just as impressive from behind, his thighs like tree trunks
leading up to a firm, muscular (and hairy) ass.


He turned back towards me and slipped his jock down his legs and-- woah!
*THAT* was the dick that had just fucked me?! Motherfucker! It was way
bigger than I ever could have imagined. No wonder it hurt so fucking much.
I couldn't believe the School would have knowingly teamed up a virgin like
me with a monster dick like that, it was insane!


Carl could see me looking agog and he stood there intently, obviously
enjoying the public display of his swinging cock for the first time this
evening. Now I knew why he hadn't let me see it beforehand and why he'd
been so firm about fucking me from behind. If I'd have known, I would have
broken down doors to escape.


It was still engorged from fucking me, though now softly pointing towards
the floor, half-hard. That didn't stop it from being one of the thickest
cocks I'd ever seen - so thick that I bet one of my hands could barely
encircle it. The base of his cock was buried in a dense layer of wiry fur,
but the shaft soon emerged, heavily covered in pencil-thick veins that
wrapped and twisted around the heavy meat. He was uncut, and his foreskin
was still pulled back from his deeply flared helmet. The head glistened in
the light from the fire as the tip slowly oozed a steady stream of precum
onto the floor.


He grabbed his cock in one hand and positioned the other underneath the tip
of his dick. With that he must have squeezed his shaft as a healthy dollop
of precum burped onto his out-stretched palm. He wiped it on the end of his
bulbous knobhead, lubing himself up with his own natural juices.


"How about it, boy? Ready for round two? You sure don't seem to be able to
take your eyes off my big dick that's for sure. How does it feel knowing
that everyone that comes next is going to have to measure up to this? Your
first. The cock that's rearranged your guts and changed your life."


I didn't have time to register or let those words sink in as he climbed on
to the bed, grabbing my sock covered legs and splitting them wide in the
air. His dick was suddenly rock hard again and positioned at the entrance
to my hole. I looked up to see his chest, drenched in sweat and framed by
his muscular arms holding my legs open. His eyes bored into mine, his mouth
curled upwards in lust. I cried out "please Sir, no, give me more time, I
can't take it again so soon." It was all to no effect.


"Stop being such a big pussy, boy. You said you couldn't take it last time,
and you fucking well did. Why should I believe you?"


I was almost lost for words, it was true, I had taken it last time. "Please
be gentle Carl, remember it's only my second time."


"Nah, a genuine pussyboy likes it to hurt when he's taking a big stiff
horsecock up the ass... don't you, boy?"


What the fuck? I didn't have time to answer before he roughly rammed his
holewrecker into my ass again. It was an almost exact repeat of how he had
opened me up the first time, and yet this time I knew exactly how big his
dick was and exactly how much damage it could do. This time Carl didn't let
me adjust or get used to his presence and immediately started using the
full weight of his body to slam into me.


"This is what you need, isn't it boy? A big hard cock stretching your pussy
wide open?"


Something must have snapped inside of me because all I could think of was
just how much I wanted Carl's dick sliding in and out of my hole. For that
moment, I *was* his pussy. How could I be anything else?


"You've got a man inside of you. Know what I'm doing now? Long-dicking you.
Drawing all the way out and then all the way in, and you seem to be loving
it. Damn, you're a much bigger boypussy than I thought."


And he was right, I was loving it! I could feel the long backstroke of his
cock pulling all the way out before his flared helmet prised me open again...
And then the thickly veined shaft sinking all the way inside of me again,
balls deep. Over and over again. He was driving me wild and I didn't want
it to end.


The onslaught had to finish at some point though. Unbelievably his pace
became even quicker, his strokes ever more violent. He cried out, slamming
his cock even deeper into my hole with a savage force, deeply impregnating
me with another load of his cum.


It was over. What the fuck had just happened to me? I had just been
viciously fucked, twice. I'd had a guy shoot in my ass, twice. I had been
called a pussy and my hole was probably never going to be the same again.
Now that the fucking had stopped my rectum was in agony, pulsating with
fire. And even worse, I had enjoyed it! Well, some of it at least... What had
Carl just done to me? Just hours ago I had been a naive, wide-eyed virgin,
now I was... god knows. I simply couldn't think it about anymore.


Carl released my legs and pulled his cock away from my body. It left my
hole with a distinctive squelch - I must have been overflowing with his
cum. Lying down on the bed, he started to spoon me, embracing me in his
giant arms. I suddenly felt as if I was in a protective cocoon formed by
his strong body, I could feel his heartbeat, his sweat against mine. I felt
safe, I felt as if I was needed and most of all I felt complete.


Carl whispered in my ear how much he'd enjoyed fucking me... just how amazing
my sweet hole was... how proud he was that I had taken him... and that not many
boys could do what I'd just done...


The range of emotions in my head were extreme. I truly did feel pleasure
that I had made Carl happy, that he had been the man to take my cherry. But
my hole was so sore, and I felt a huge amount of guilt at enjoying being
used quite so much. Perhaps I was overthinking this all? If this is what
sex is like then maybe I have a lot to look forward to...


I could feel myself drifting off. My last memory of the night was hearing
Carl say something about me being a natural fuckhole, that he was glad to
have found me and he was sure I was going to do well here...


Do well here? I was too tired to think about it and soon I was sound
asleep, safe in his arms.


***


Or so I thought... In the morning I was woken by the punishing thrust of a
big dick invading my hole again. The bulbous head must have been lined up
against my tender ass and then just wantonly gone for it. I was literally
woken by cock! I know I had taken Carl's big dick just a few short hours
ago, but this was different. This caught me totally off-guard and my
asshole was still in deep pain.


"What the fuck! Stop, you're tearing me apart!" I cried out.


The answer was telegraphed to me through my hole: the dick kept on fucking
me, not missing a beat. I could only describe it as like being piston
fucked, so regular and consistent were the strokes of the dick plunging in
and out of my hole. And yet it felt different from last night, somehow
thicker and not quite as long. Maybe my super tender ass was playing tricks
on me... Surely I could be fucked a bit more gently?


"Please Carl, at least use some more lube on your cock. I feel like I'm
being ripped up!" I pleaded.


"What made you think I'm Carl, kid?" said a strange voice above my head.
Fuck! "Name's Jay and I don't give a fuck if you say you can't take
anymore. Carl told me your sweet ass was too good to miss and I'm here to
fuck! He told me he bred you twice last night so I'm using his cum as lube.
It's not my fault if there's not enough to go round..."


What?! It wasn't Carl that was fucking me?? Some random stranger was
dicking me? This was unreal. It was then that I realised how different the
guy on top of me was from Carl. Smoother, more musky and less heavy. His
hold on my body was just as firm though, and his cock was just as
demanding. No matter how I struggled I couldn't get away - as soon as I'd
tried to move he'd securely pined my arms to the bed with his hands. I
couldn't believe this was happening to me. All I'd wanted was to lose my
virginity, now I was being raped.


"Where's Carl? Release me you bastard!" I shouted. He didn't miss a stroke
though.


"I'm not going to stop until I shoot my load deep inside you, boy. Consider
it all part of the service. The School aims to make sure you can handle
whatever comes your way... and a pretty boy like you is bound to get raped at
some point in his life... Hell, your ass looked so perfect and pure lying
there on the bed this morning that I bet you won't be able to walk from one
end of a locker room to the other without being held down and forcibly gang
fucked. You'll be the locker room slut before you know it. Just think of
this as favour, at least now you'll know what it feels like."


The more he ploughed my hole the more I understood. His relentless attack
was preparing me for my future life... The more inches of his dick that I
took the better prepared I would be for whatever came next.


He kept on powering away and I was completely lost in the moment. "Fuck me
harder Jay, let me feel your dick slam into my hole, take it, use it, breed
it!"


My words seemed to finally tip him over the edge and he shot his load
inside of me. His orgasm was so intense that he sounded like a rampant lion
bellowing with fury. He came with his entire body.


Seconds later he pulled out, leaving a trail of what must have been both
his and Carl's dickslop from my hole to his cock. He stood and I got my
first look at my assailant. He was slightly shorter and less broad than
Carl, but still muscular and strong. Handsome, but with a face that seemed
more comfortable with darkness than light. What surprised me was his dick
though: it can only have been 9" long to Carl's 11" but the girth was truly
phenomenal. I had just been fucked by a fireplug.


The full reality of what had just happened suddenly hit me. I'd been
savagely fucked three times by two guys in less than twelve hours. And each
time I had taken their loads - there was cum leaking out of my ass right
now! How the hell had I got into this situation? And just look at the size
of that dick! My teenage hole is going to be huge. Any guys that I meet at
Uni are going to think I'm a slut before I'm even out of the gates. I hung
my head in sorrow, I couldn't believe that whilst being fucked I had
actually started to enjoy what had happened to me. I felt deeply degraded,
as if I would never be the same. I began to loathe the man that had just
done to this to me, that had bought me this low.


Jay could obviously sense my mood. "Hey, don't beat yourself up about it
kid. You were enjoying that way too much to not be a pro. You've got a fine
ass that's going to run and run and run... Could do with some more work today
if it was up to me. Too much whining about taking dick! We need to get that
out of your system before you leave."


I couldn't quite believe what this bastard was saying. "But you've taken my
virginity, that's all I'm here for--."


Jay interrupted me before I finish. "I know kid, but we want to send you
out of those doors in the best shape possible. It would give the School a
bad name if you weren't fully equipped for all eventualities on the
outside. And don't worry about Carl, he had a new shipment to break in this
morning. Don't take it personally kid, he moves on fast."


I couldn't believe that Carl was already fucking some other kid right now.
It was like a punch to the guts. Not only had he set me up to be raped by
this bastard hole-stretcher Jay, but he'd also dumped me! I was a
transaction to him... and I had thought I was special.


Jay grabbed his shorts from the floor and pressed a button on the wall to
release the door locks. "See you later kid. Oh, and don't even think of
having a wank. I know what you bottom boys are like, your hands will be on
you dick as soon I leave the room if you were allowed. You're not!" he said
firmly as he left. Within moments Marcus had reappeared to escort me to my
own room. I was too dazed to think, too overwhelmed to run.


Marcus was talking to me the entire way back, something about me being a
big hit. I could barely make sounds. "But why Marcus, why am I being kept
here?" I croaked in reply.


"Don't worry about it, it's all good. You just need some rest and we'll get
you on your way as soon as possible. Tell you what, why don't you take the
next few hours to eat some food - you look hungry - take a shower and a
nap. There's no way you're in a fit state to drive for a while. Take it
easy..."


And so that's where I am. Locked in my room. I've had some food and a
shower. Christ did it feel good to have warm water running over my body,
washing away the cum and detritus of sex, soothing my tender ass. As I
soaped myself I couldn't help but touch my hole. It doesn't feel the same
as I remember, somehow not quite so puckered and smooth. More corrugated
around the edges. Even though it revolted me, my fingers couldn't stop
probing and what's worse it was making my dick firm up.


I quickly got out of the shower in shame. Who the fuck was I becoming? And
that's when it hit me that the non-stop porn was still playing in the
background. Somehow I had blocked it out earlier, but now all I could hear
was filth. The dialogue was sick: cuntrammer, fuckslab, manpussy, bitch. No
wonder I had fingered myself, I couldn't escape from the constant on-going
sounds of sex. Compelling me to be a part of it and not left out.


And there was no denying I was extremely horny. When Jay had fucked me I
hadn't unloaded and now I desperately felt the urge. In fact, Jay telling
me *not* to wank was having the exact opposite effect intended. Wanking was
all I could think of! I know I'm not meant to but what can they do to me
now? I've been raped. What can be worse than that?!


I lay on the bed and tried to find a channel that wasn't showing extreme
hardcore porn. Just give me some nice man-on-man action, vanilla style. The
TV wasn't letting me though. Every single time I got close to cumming the
channel would change to some weird fetish scene or a rape just like this
morning. Each time I had to stand up and go change the channel manually.


I had to cum though! I had to cum before the channel switched over again!
There was nothing for it... I was going to have to play with my hole to drive
me over the edge. I found a vanilla channel I liked and tentatively started
touching myself, my ass and cock in union. It felt both right and deeply
wrong, but I couldn't deny my hole was beginning to warm up. Obviously I
was no stranger to wanking but this was something new, something far
hotter. I kept going, faster and more vigorous - my toying around the edges
a poor imitation of Carl fingering me last night, but it felt awesome and I
was getting closer and closer when the fucking TV changed channel again!
Some burly, big, black stud power fucking a smaller white guy like me:


"Hell boy, ain't nobody give a shit if I do wreck you, least of all me!
Besides a tight little fuckhole like you needs all the good hard dicking it
can get!"


The words were barely out of his mouth before I could feel the burning heat
of my pent-up orgasm travel from deep inside my balls up the shaft of my
cock. Ropes of jism flew into the air and splashed across my naked chest.
Over and over I shot, with a spell-binding intensity that shook my entire
body. I felt like I had been wrung out - all to the sound of some hung,
black fucker cunt-stretching a juicy hole just like mine.


I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in my spunk and totally exhausted.


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Next: Bobby pays the price and pulls a fuck train...


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