Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 20:18:26 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking back - Part 21 Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com Feedback much appreciated, off course. This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you. Thinking back - Part 21 Fortunately, dad and Carlos were not home and mom was busy around the house, so I had had a quiet lunch alone. Right after lunch, I put on my sneakers, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went out. I needed so bad to be on my own, away from Nuno, Vitor and all the others that seemed to think of anything else but to use me for their pleasure. Most of all, I didn't want to see my brother Carlos. I still wasn't over my loving admiration for him, but after he had shared me with Vitor I was forced to recognize that he just wanted to use me, like all the others. The hell my life had suddenly become was occupying my thoughts as I wondered across the local park. The warm, sunny afternoon was helping clear away my gloomy thoughts, when I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach. I had spotted Gil, some distance away from me. He was chatting with some older boys, which I recognised from the handball team where my brother also played. He waved at me, calling me over. In a rush of panic, I ran away from the main lane, decided to get away. I knew it would piss him off, but I just couldn't face him right then. Almost without thinking, I pushed through some bushes and jumped over the wall of the park. Just as I landed on the sidewalk outside, I saw a bus coming and managed to run to the stop just in time to catch it. Once inside, still panting, my relief for having escaped Gil didn't last long. My heart sank when I realised the conductor was precisely the one that had made me suck his cock on the bus the day before, and who had also seen my arse mooned by Miguel and his group of bullies a few days earlier. He had a wide mean smile across his face as he saw me walking up to him on the aisle and showed him my subscription. He took the small card from my hand, examined it carefully, then turned to me with a grin, "Alexandre, or is it Alex?" He gave my shortened name a mocking twist. I was too anxious to insist on him using my full name, so I just mumbled "Whatever" and asked him to hand me back my subscription card. He again proceeded to examine it attentively, and then shook his head, "Not so fast, I think I need to check this at the terminal. We have had some fake cards going around and this one seems suspicious". I pointed out that that the card was a little worn out from being in my pocked, but still in perfectly good condition. Besides, he knew me very well from the bus. At that, he grinned again and agreed, in a mocking tone, "Yes, I know you well... very well, in fact". Then shoved my card in his shoulder sack and coldly instructed me to take a seat and stay on the bus to the end of the line, where he would clear everything up. I knew it was useless to argue with him and it would only attract attention from the other passengers, so I sat down and waited nervously for the last stop. When we got there, he signalled me to stay on, just as the last passengers descended. The bus then moved to the parking area, where it would be making time for the next trip. The conductor took the opportunity to draw the curtains, to make sure no one could peep in from the outside. When the driver shut down the engine, he told him to lock the bus and join us. The driver was a heavy, balding man, probably in his late 40s, with a beer belly stretching his uniform shirt buttons and overhanging the belt of his trousers. In contrast, the conductor was around 30 and in good shape. "This is the little slut I was talking about yesterday", the conductor told him. The man looked me over and sneered, "So this is the slut, uh? Shit, he's just a kid. Are you really serious about him sucking your cock?" I was shocked and ashamed to realise the conductor had been commenting the blowjob I had given him the day before, possibly to other colleagues apart from this one. "I am dead serious. The little tramp was sucking off some old man in the back seat of the bus and as soon as I took my cock out he was on to it like a hungry calf. Gave me the best blow-job I've had in years. Isn't that right, bitch?" As I had my eyes down, naturally embarrassed by the whole situation, he raised my chin to get my attention, then ran his fingers appreciatively over my lips. I wanted to explain that it wasn't like that, that I didn't really want to do it, but I knew it was useless and just looked down again, face burning with shame, and nodded. The conductor went on, "I don't know about you, but I am going to get some more of this expert cocksucker mouth and this time I'm going to fuck his faggot pussy too. I've been wanting to fuck him since I saw your son and his buddies mooning the little sissy's hot, fat arse in the middle of the crowded bus. At the mention of the driver's son I realised he looked somehow familiar: he was Marco's dad, with just the same looks and heavy bulk, only the son still had a lot more muscle than fat. To make his point, the conductor pulled me to my feet, turned me around and yanked my shorts down, unconcerned by my protests. "Look at that hot round butt, man. Nice girly hips, too. He's just begging to be fucked". He shut up my protests with a hard slap on my smooth buttock that made me jump and yelp in pain. The conductor quickly moved into action: he sat down, opened his trousers, took his cock out and pulled my head to his crotch, bending me down by the waist with my naked arse turned to the driver. I tamely opened my mouth and took his cock in, once more. He hardly gave me time to adjust to his big 20cm [8"] cock before he roughly pushed it into my throat. The driver had been ostensibly rubbing his crotch, obviously turned on, but was still hesitant. However, watching me sucking cock seemed to motivate him and I felt his hands grope my meaty arse. As he spread my big round buttocks apart, the sight of my puffed out arse-lips seemed to impress him. He whistled in surprise and commented, "Wow! Look at that hole! This bitch's been fucked hard, that's for sure". "I told you, he's one horny slut, this one", the conductor replied, "and you have to try out this mouth, man. I bet you haven't had a blow-job like this in a very long time." The older man still seemed to hesitate, though. "I don't know about this. Haven't fucked a fag since I was in the army. Besides, he could be my son; he's even younger than Marco." To make good his offer, the conductor pulled me off his cock and made me face his colleague. At the same time, he kept bending down and forced two fingers into my aching arse-hole and rolled them around inside. I now had the older man's bulging crotch right in front of my face. "Look at that hot juicy mouth, and those thick rosy lips. This is not your son and your son is not a faggot as far as I know". "No way, my son is very much a man!" the other quickly asserted. "There you have it. This is a fag, and this is what fags are good for. I'm sure this one's the school bitch. He's probably been sucking off your son together with all his buddies." That thought seemed to strike a chord with the man. He suddenly pulled my head up by the hair, forcing me to look him straight in the face. "Have you, bitch? Have you sucked off my boy's hard teen cock?" I suppose I could have lied, but instead I just nodded. It's hard to say if my admission made him angry or turned him on, but it clearly did away with any scruples he still might have. He opened his trousers and pulled then down to his knees, together with his briefs. His hard cock jumped right in my face. It was an ugly, mean-looking cock, not too long, maybe 16 cm [6 1/2"], but extremely thick, like a beer-can, and with turgid veins running all over the shaft. Underneath was a pair of low-hanging egg-sized balls covered in thick coarse hair. A strong cheesy smell hit my nostrils when he pulled the tight foreskin back, freeing the big bloated knob. He slapped the shaft hard on my face, and then rubbed the moist piss-slit on my lips. "Open up, bitch!" he said, "Show me what a good cocksucker you are, fag!" He roughly shoved his wide cock in my mouth, forcing me to gag and choke. In my struggle to stretch wide enough to hold his engorged member, I couldn't avoid touching it with my teeth, which earned me a few vicious slaps on my face. I tried to push away his legs to slow him down, but he slapped my hands away and, with his hand on the back of my head, pressed my face to his crotch, trying to force me to take in his whole shaft. At the same time, my forehead had to fight the opposite pressure of his fat hairy belly. I couldn't take much of the wide shaft, though it was enough to feel the huge knob trying to stretch the entrance to my throat. It was obvious that it couldn't go much further, at least not without some serious damage. The two men were sitting on opposite sides of the bus aisle and I was put across, bent over by the waist. I felt the driver's big knob pumping in and out my throat just as the conductor replaced his fingers with his own 20cm [8"] hard cock, rammed mercilessly hard into my aching hole. I knew I had to finish-off the driver before his colleague finished using my arse. I was terrified at the thought of having my poor sphincter stretched to the mammoth girth of his cock. To make it worse, the conductor was fucking my arse at full speed, making me fear that it wouldn't be long before his balls started pumping out their hot contents. My dedicated efforts on the driver seemed to be paying off, as he was evidently getting more and more excited. He was panting hard and noisily cheering me on with all sorts of obscenities, "Yeah bitch, suck that big cock! Wish my wife would suck half as good as you do, you fucking whore! Filthy faggot cocksucker, show me how much you love that big ugly cock!" At the same time, my mouth was being flooded with more and more of his salty precum, encouraging me to redouble my efforts. However, he was determined to foil my little scheme. He suddenly pulled me off his cock and pushed my face down to his balls. "Suck those big hairy nuts for a while, slut. I don't want to cum before I try out your hot pussy as well". I wanted to go back to his cock, but he forced me down again. I felt so disappointed I actually started to cry. He laughed at my eagerness, misinterpreting it, "Shit, you really are one cock-hungry bitch! Don't worry, baby; you'll have plenty of other opportunities to fest yourself on my thick cock". I had no option but to lick and suck his hairy, sweaty ball-sack while he saved his cock to the dreaded punishment of my boy-cunt. The conductor was far less noisy, but instead of obscenities, he urged me with heavy painful slaps on my big arse. The brutal hammering of his steel-hard cock deep inside was hurting like hell, but it me also generated the irresistible pleasurable feelings that ashamed me so much, propping my arse to buck back to meet his thrusts and my little boyish pecker to stand up fully stiff from my hairless crotch. To make it worse, just at the same time that the driver pulled me away from his cock, the conductor remembered the irresistible sensitivity of my nipples. To my horror, I felt his hands slide up my chest and his fingers press around my little swollen nubs, first very gently, then suddenly with a hard, vicious pinch. There was nothing in the world I could do to prevent my anal muscles from clenching hungrily on his cock. And there was nothing in the world either that could hold him back once he felt the strong, unexpected squeezing of my self-minded cunt-hole. Grunting loud and ramming hard inside me like a lunatic, he shot gush after gush of hot semen into the depths of my accepting rectum. As soon as he pulled out, the driver turned me around, forcing me to offer my raped hole to his cock. I was almost thankful to the conductor for having loosened me and lubricated me with his cum before I was forced to take this inhumanly wide cock. Even so, it didn't feel like it was doing me much good when I felt my sphincter being stretched to new impossible dimensions. At first, I just whimpered, feeling the huge knob opening me up for the even wider shaft. I had just a few seconds to try to adjust before he pushed some of the meat tube inside as well. The conductor had to press his hand over my mouth to muffle my anguished screams, which went on until the whole 16cm [6 1/2"] beer-can-thick cock was inside me. The conductor pulled my head back down to lick off the slime covering his cock, but that was the least of my worries, now that the driver was picking up speed and slamming his beer-can-thick shaft in and out of me. The conductor was working hard on my tender nipples while I sucked his cock clean, which kept my luscious arse chewing tight on the huge shaft that was raping me, keeping me under the control of the shameful lust that seemed to be only waiting to come out and drag myself to my disgrace. The devilish connection between my nipples and my inner cunt-hole brought me once more to a humiliating orgasm, with the two rapists cheering the disgraceful exhibition of unnatural pleasure arising from my own pain and degradation. Turned on by the display of my whoredom, the driver accelerated his hard pounding of my poor battered hole. At the same time, the conductor, with his 20cm [8"] again in full erection, forced me to align my neck with his long shaft so it could easily slide in and out of my throat all through the rough face-fuck he submitted me to. I still had to endure many long minutes of their brutal assault on both ends, until at last, almost in synchrony, they started filling me with squirt after squirt of hot, thick ball-cream. When they finally slumped back, pulling their cocks from inside me, I slumped to the floor, exhausted, with cum dribbling from my arse and my mouth. I still had to fulfil the task of licking off the nasty slime that covered the driver's shrinking cock. While I pulled my shorts up and they arranged their trousers, I had to endure their lewd comments about my cocksucking skills and how much they loved my cunt, as well as their promises of repeating our little session very soon. Finally, the driver unlocked the door and let me out, and I ran away from there, careful to keep my swollen sphincter tight and prevent the overload of cum inside me from leaking out.