Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2007 00:09:29 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking back - part 14 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 14 At the time, they were introducing the new model buses with a standing platform at the rear, but this one was the older coach model, with seats right to the back. I was relieved to see that there were just a couple of old ladies at the stop when the bus drove in. I let them in first and they sat right at the front; then I rushed in and went straight to the back seat, where I hoped I would be more out of sight. Half way down the aisle, the conductor blocked my way and asked to see my subscription. As I nervously looked for it, he eyed me from head to toe, with a wide grin on his face. I felt myself blushing furiously, wondering if he'd notice anything strange. He was a young man, probably around 30, and I saw him often on this bus line. As I finally managed to slip past him and quickly made my way to the far end of the bus, I looked back and he winked at me. The station was the departure stop, so the bus remained there for a while, waiting for the scheduled time to leave. As the minutes passed, I started to regret more and more not having found a way of getting rid of all the sperm I had accumulated inside me. Just a few hours before I was anally virgin and now I was carrying cum-loads of four men in my guts. The pressure inside seemed to be mounting and so was the urge to release it. I had to keep my hurting sphincter clenched tight to keep all the slime in. Having lost my briefs in the station toilets, I was well aware that anything that might sip out would soak right into my trousers. To make matters worse, so much rough shaking of my guts was now starting to cause me some very painful gas cramps, which made it even harder to stop me from involuntarily releasing my disgraceful load and caused me to squirm awkwardly in my seat. Something else was also adding to my misery: my nipples were so sensitive that even the light scratching of my t-shirt was enough to make them ache more. They were swollen enough to be clearly visible as they poked obscenely through the thin white fabric. And worse still, the scratchy sensation on my sore buds was again inducing an embarrassing erection on my obstinate little penis. Without underwear, the tenting in my crotch was even more noticeable now then when I had had the humiliating hard-on on the bus that same morning. All I could do was pray for the bus to start soon and for no one to come sit near me. Finally, the driver started the engine, but remained at the stop, waiting for a train that arrived a couple of minutes later. A few more people ran out to the bus and got on; fortunately they all stayed at the front as well. The bus was already starting to move when someone stopped it and climbed in. I was shocked to recognise one of the grey-haired gentlemen that had enjoyed my little unwilling display in the toilets, the first of them to shoot his load all over my face while I was still getting arse-raped by Gil. To my distress, he recognised me as well and grinned mischievously as he walked all the way down the aisle and came to sit right beside me. At first, I tried to ignore him and just looked away, staring in the dark through the window. When I finally glimpsed in his direction, I saw him ogling me up and down. It was obvious he could notice my poking nipples and my hard little prick. I shivered as he hummed admiringly and whispered to me "You are a sweet little bitch, aren't you?" I pleaded with him to leave me alone, but that only seemed to encourage him even more. I felt his hand on my leg, then slide over my crotch and feel my throbbing little boner. "God, I can't believe you're still so horny after all that, you insatiable little slut!" he said. His hand moved upwards to my chest and his fingers pinched my right nipple hard. I had to repress a loud moan, and another one as he did the same to my left one. To my horror, my wicked boy-prick responded immediately to the painful stimulation of my nipples and I could even feel some pre-cum leaking out. I was certain I would orgasm in my trousers if he kept doing that. My young tormented mind rushed to find a way out. I had already learned that the only means I had to free myself of men's unwanted attention was to comply and please them so they wouldn't need me anymore, and that's what I decided to do. After checking that no one was looking back at us, I managed to slide down to my knees between his legs. My plan was to take my nipples away and offer my mouth as a new focus for his attention. It worked perfectly, but I regretted my move at once, realising that crouching down terribly increased the strain on my sphincter and the cramps in my tummy, but there was no way back. He interpreted my move as a show of eagerness for his cock. "Well, well, you never get enough, do you? You're lucky that I can't resist a horny insatiable slut like you", he sniggered appreciatively, as he opened his fly and pulled out his already hard cock. Luckily, it wasn't too big and I managed to accommodate it in my raw throat without much trouble, in spite of my uncomfortable situation, squeezed in the tight space between the two rows of seats, forced to clench my sphincter tight and enduring the painful cramps in my intestines. I used all the resources acquired in the intensive training I had been getting as a cock-sucker to try to get him off as quickly as possible. I was clearly doing a good job, because he kept muttering compliments on my skills in the middle of all sorts of derisory comments. Sure enough, after a few minutes the response from his cock and the flow of salty pre-cum in my mouth showed me that the sacrifice I was demanding from my raw throat wouldn't last much longer. Just then, he surprised me by moving to the seat next to the window, where I had been myself, dragging me with him. Without letting go of his cock, I looked to the side and my heart slumped when I saw the bus conductor taking the seat we had just freed. He opened his fly as well and fished out his cock, which wasn't fully erect yet, but was already bigger than the old man's. While the conductor was enjoying the exhibition of my cock-sucker skills, my fellow passenger stretched his hand and started to slowly masturbate him, quickly bringing his cock to a full 20cm [8"]. "I've had my eye on this punk since I saw his buddies moon his sexy fat arse on my bus a few days ago", he whispered to the old man. No wonder I had caught his attention when I came on the bus! He had witness my shaming at the will of Miguel and his fellow bullies that seemed to have triggered my whole demise. The older man replied, "Well, this here is certainly no innocent little boy, I can tell you that. I saw him taking one cock after another in the toilets at the train station and now he's still hungry for more. You should try some of this expert mouth too. He's got me ready to shoot." I felt so ashamed hearing them talk about me like that. Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone? My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the man's hard cock fucking my mouth harder and faster and finally fill it with one more big hot load of sperm that I dutifully swallowed down. I had hardly had a chance to recover when he kicked me away, pushing me in front of the seat beside him. The conductor didn't loose any time and forcefully pushed his large cock into my sore, swollen throat. He knew he couldn't take long if he wanted to feed me his load before he had to resume his duties, so he just held my head in his hands and started to fuck my throat vigorously, barely giving me a chance to breath. The gentleman next to us kept cheering him on. "That's the way man, rape the little shit's face hard. Little bitch loves it rough." To stress his words, he reached for my right nipple, closer to him, and rubbed it roughly between his fingers. I had volunteered to suck his cock precisely to avoid this dreaded painful sensation and here I was back to square one and in addition having to blow yet another man. Everything I tried to do only seemed to make matters worse, as if I was plagued by a curse. I strained to resist the spontaneous reactions of my young body, but it was useless. Just as the conductor started to shoot a fresh batch of cum in my throat, running straight into my stomach, my own wilful little penis decorated the crotch of my trousers with a hugely noticeable wet stain. At the same time, the effort not to gag on his spurting cock distracted me from the task of clasping my anus tight and some of the fuck-slime I was carrying leaked out, not much but enough to stain my trousers at the back as well. The conductor finished tucking his spent cock back in and got up. "I believe this is your stop. I hope to see you again soon, Sir", he told me in an mockingly professional tone. "Me too, can't wait", the older gentleman added cheerfully. I stood up and quickly got out through the back door, using my school sack to cover my stained crotch in case I met someone outside, though there was not much I could do to hide the stain over my arse.