Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 09:31:50 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking back - part 11 Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com Feedback much appreciated, off course. Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those nice disturbances in your crotches, of course). Part 11 I was still finishing putting my clothes on when Thunder unlocked the door. I was terrified that any of the boys outside would come in to use the toilet and still find me in an embarrassing situation. As I walked past him outside the door, Thunder slapped my fat arse and let out a loud laugh. His hand stung hard on my sore arse and it made me jump forward with a yelp. I looked around, wondering if anyone had seen it. Fortunately, no one was near the toilet, but I noticed a group of older boys coming from the outside sports field in soccer gear. I asked myself if they would have seen me coming out with Thunder. Then my blood froze when I saw Miguel and Luis among them. The two waved at me, but I fled across the schoolyard and out to the street. The last thing I could face right now was another session of bullying from them. They were a problem I would have to face some other time. I only stopped running when I was well away from the school. On the way to the bus stop, I felt hungry and stopped at a small cafeteria. I thought the lady at the counter looked at me in a puzzled way, but I only understood why when I walked out, hungrily savouring my favourite cream cake, and saw my reflection on a window. I realised I still had some drying cum in my hair. With the hurry of getting out of the toilet and away from Thunder I hadn't even cleaned myself properly. I looked around, afraid that someone else might see it and wondering where I could go to clean myself up. I remembered I could use the toilets at the train station, right next to the bus stop. It was unlikely that I would find anyone I knew over there. I took a quiet side door to the station, leading to the toilets at the back. The station building at the time was in poor condition and it showed even more in the toilets. There was a couple of wash basins at the entrance and a row of four urinals right next to it, all stained with use and rust from the pipes. I saw two men standing at the urinals, right next to the wash basins, so I decided to go into one of the stalls and try to clean myself up there somehow. I realised the first two stalls had no doors, so I walked behind the two men and pushed the door of the third and last stall. As the door was half open, I just assumed the stall would be empty, but I was surprised to find that a third man was in there. He was sitting on the commode with his trousers down, just like he was taking a crap, but he was jerking off, sliding his hand slowly up and down his really big rock-hard cock. I was shocked when I recognised the man that had groped and fingered my arse on the bus that very same morning. He grinned as he clearly recognised me as well, waved his hard cock and winked at me invitingly. I froze for a second, not knowing what to do, then pulled myself together and turned around, determined to run quickly out of there. However, I bumped against the two men from the urinals that were now standing in my way. They both had their hard cocks poking out of their flies. The three men were more or less the same type, just typical average Portuguese family men: late thirties or early forties, average height, hairy, dark or greying hair; the third man was balding and wore a thick moustache. If I had to guess, I would say they were probably office clerks or something like that. I tried to push through between the two men, but they held me back. "Well, well, what have we got here?", one of them said, "Looks like a little faggot is looking for some fun." "Oh yes, and he's a really pretty one too", the second one added. "It's not like that, I'm not a faggot, I swear I'm not, please let me go, please." I started to cry as I pleaded with them. "The second man held my arm tight, looked closer at me, then started to laugh and shout to the others "Fuck! Look guys, the little fag has even got cum in his hair. Looks like he's a hungry slut, he's been having fun already but still wants some more. And he stinks of piss, too. He's a really nasty bitch, this one!" The other one was laughing too. "What is it you're looking for, boy? Are you tired of taking cock from your little friends at school and decided to look for some real man cock? In that case you've just hit a jackpot, honey", he said, lewdly offering me his hard cock. I kept insisting I wasn't gay and begging them to let me go, but it was no use. Right then, the third man came out from the stall behind me, with his trousers still around his ankles and his huge cock in his hand. "I know this kid; he's a hot little one. I saw his friends moon his pretty white arse in front of everyone on the bus a few days ago and just this morning the little slut let me grope and finger his pussy right there on the bus as well." Then, just to show them how he had done it, he again slid his hand down the back of my trousers and into my briefs, groping my bare arse. He whistled appreciatively at the touch of my smooth globes and then, once again, pushed his finger in my arse-crack, probing for my tender hole, just as he had done in the morning. Only this time my arse was very sore already and his touch made me whimper. In spite of that, he clearly noticed how his finger slid in much easier, helped by the lube of Thunder's huge cum-load still inside me. He felt how sloppy my hole now was around his finger and rolled it around. "Oh boys, you're not going to believe this! His pussy is full of cum already! And it's so tight and hot too." The man holding my arm shook me, looked me sternly in the eye and asked me in a strict, almost angry tone, "How many loads have you got inside already, boy? C'mon, tell your new buddies here so we know how much of a faggot whore you are." I looked down in shame and naively replied "J... just one, Sir" and then quickly added "But they made me do it, I swear, I didn't want to do it but they made me." My answer only seemed to make him angrier. "What do you mean 'they', you little lying bitch? You tell us you only took one load and you say 'they' made you do it...?! I think we really need to get to the 'bottom' of this story." The man who was still fingering my arse understood his queue. "Yeah, let's get to the bottom of the little slut" he said with a chuckle, and yanked my trousers and briefs down, exposing my perfectly smooth naked butt, just as Miguel and the others had done in front of him on the bus. For a second the three of them just admired my lovely milky-white buns. Then a mean slap stung hard on them, immediately followed by a few more, rapidly putting colour in my milky white buttocks. "Only one fucked me, Sirs, I swear! Please believe me! The others I only sucked them, they didn't fuck me, honest!" They all started laughing at my candid admission. I think if I had had to tell them how many cocks I had sucked that day already, I would have lost count. The third man backed into the stall, dragging me with him, my trousers and briefs wrapped around my knees. "Well, we're going to fix that fast; a cute fag like you deserves to be taking cock all the time." He sat back on the toilet seat and pulled me to him, facing away to the door, blocked by my other two abusers. He pulled me up over to his lap, my back rested on his hairy chest and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "I knew I'd end up fucking this beautiful big arse of yours, boy", he whispered. The other men profited the occasion to raise my legs up and pull off my trousers and briefs, leaving me naked from the waist down. Then the man behind me forced me to bend over and spread my arse-cheeks wide apart, so he could admire my hole from close. At the same time, one of the other two pulled my head forward by the hair and tried to force his cock straight into my painfully sore throat. I gagged a couple of times, but after the brutal assault from Thunder, on top of all the cock-sucking I had had to do that day already, his average cock ended up sliding in fairly easily, right up until his hairy balls were pressed on my chin. At the back, I felt a couple of fingers rubbing on my rosebud. Just the slight touch on my tender, swollen arse-lips made me whimper. He pushed two fingers inside and, as he stretched my sphincter, I couldn't help letting out a small fart and a gob of Thunder's sperm leaked out obscenely from my hole. He laughed loud and slapped my arse cheerfully. "Oh yes, that's one nasty cunt you have here, boy. It's just begging for more cock." He spit on my arse-ring a couple of times, then pulled me up and placed my little hole right on top of his big knob. "A nasty bitch like you doesn't need much lube" he warned me, right before pushing my legs apart. Deprived of the support of my legs, my whole body suddenly rested on my poor battered anus. My own weight brutally impaled me about halfway down his hard fuck-pole. The cock in my throat effectively gagged my long agonizing scream. I desperately struggled to pull myself off his cock, but his hands held me firmly by the hips and pulled me further down, while at the same time he humped his cock up. A couple of painful thrusts like that was all it took for his big cock to be buried to the root in my battered rectum. After being broken in by Thunder's big cock, the penetration of this slightly smaller one did not hurt quite as much, but my hole was now so sore that the pain never seemed to subside, even when I eventually managed to relax my sphincter a little. This time it was not so much the sharp pain of Thunder's cock fighting his way in against my instinctively resisting anal muscles; it was more a dull burning agony that seemed to emanate from the engorged cock stuffing me inside. Yet, in spite of the pain, the pressure on my prostate was again causing my young little body to react shamefully out of my control. I soon heard them greeting with laughter and cheers the pitiful sight of my throbbing little pecker sticking up pathetically from my hairless groin. The erection that should be a sign of my emerging manhood, in fact only kept adding to my misery, letting them believe that I could actually be enjoying being brutally raped by some strangers in my mouth and my arse in a stinking public toilet. For as much as I tried to tell anyone that I was not a faggot, my cruel little pecker seemed intent on shaming me as a liar. Right then, I think I hated myself and my self-minded penis as much as I hated my abusers. For a while, the man fucking my arse held my legs up and made me bounce brutally up and down his shaft. When he finally let me set my feet down again, it was just so I could pump my hole on his cock on my own. At least that gave me a some control over my own punishment, but as he wasn't holding my legs anymore, his hands were free to slap my fat swinging buttocks hard, prodding me to fuck myself on his cock always harder and faster. When his hands were not hitting my big butt, they were roaming around my body, savouring the smooth touch of my skin. He too soon discovered the secret of my tiny swollen nipples: how my fuck-hole would clench tight every time he viciously pinched or twisted them. The two men in front of me were now taking turns at fucking my face. I barely had time to gasp for breath when they changed places. At the same time, I had to jerk off the cock that wasn't using my throat and also finger their ball-sacks. One of the men fucking my face was the first to shoot. For what seemed an eternity to me, he held my head in his hands and started hammering my throat like crazy, ignoring my obvious affliction and the other one's insistence to take his turn. When at last his hot salty sperm started to flood my mouth, he still pulled out in time to shoot the last three of four spurts of ropy cum right across my face, while my mouth was immediately attacked by the other man. Not more than a couple of minutes later, the fucker I was riding took control again and started slamming me harder and harder on his crotch. When his cum was starting to boil up his long penis, his fingers twisted my nipples so hard I feared he'd rip them out. The brutal pain on my "titties" made my hole clench so tight that it finally drove him over the edge. His sperm burst out of his piss-slit like lava from a volcano, and my hurting entrails were forced to receive a second load of man-seed.