Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 27

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
toddstop@yahoo.com


		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

			   Chapter Twenty-Seven

I was more than delighted to meet the people we were taking out on the boat
that morning.  The Williams family; mom, dad and two sons.  The youngest,
Caleb, was sixteen, well on the way to filling out his athletic body, and
still cute with his shock of blondish hair. Todd, the oldest, was nineteen,
very well filled out with hard, rippling muscle and handsome under a buzz
cut that gave him something beyond an athletic look.  Mom was a babe,
looking far too young to claim either of the boys as her sons, and dad was
a stud in his own right; he had obviously passed his excellent genes on to
his boys.

I nearly froze when I saw them walking along the dock toward the boat.
Todd looked like Justin reincarnated! "My God!" I whispered but quickly
caught myself. A chill tremored down my spine, so hard it made me tremble,
and I felt light headed.  I had to cough to grab my voice to welcome them
aboard, mom first as I took her hand.  The younger one refused my hand.
Todd accepted it in a handshake.  Dad shook my hand too, and clapped me on
the shoulder as he stepped aboard.  I had a feeling it was going to be a
great day.

And it was, but I had to fight to keep my concentration on my duties as
deck hand and host.  I set the poles and baited the lines, ready for two of
them to start fishing.  Mr. Williams spent a lot of time up front talking
to the captain, allowing his sons to take the chairs to fish first.
Mrs. Williams chatted with her husband and the captain for a bit then came
back to chat with me and her sons, till young Caleb said she was
distracting him, then she laid in the lounge chair to soak up the sun.  I
thought the boy was a little rude to his mother.

It was a good catch, with the boys having a little competition on who
caught the most or the biggest fish. I was kept busy with the lines and
taking the fish off the hooks and tossing them in the locker.  Their dad
took his turn but he let the boys occupy the chairs most of the time.

"If you guys want to have one of these mounted, I can give you the address
of a place to go," I said.

"No, no," Mrs. Williams spoke up.  "I don't want dead fish hanging on my
walls."

"They would be on my wall, in my room," Caleb said.

"Well, so far, you haven't caught anything I would want to show off to
anybody," his brother chided him.

"If I don't catch the big one, maybe I'll just mount you," Caleb retorted.

"You just keep dreaming, little brother," Todd said.

I was taken aback that the two boys would talk like that in front of their
mother, for their meaning seemed clear.  Then I wondered, could this be one
of those families that stayed together by playing together?" I quickly
rejected the thought.

Mr. Williams took another short turn at fishing and by mid afternoon the
locker was full and we had to start throwing some of the fish back.
Despite their mother's objections, the boys convinced their father to let
them pick out a couple of fish to be mounted.  All the while, I was focused
on Todd, trying desperately to read him by his actions, his words, anything
I could grab onto to make a connection.  But I never did.

They departed the boat happy and tired, a perfect, all-American
family. while I watched longingly, Todd/"Justin" walking away from me. It
was a painful, melancholy moment, interrupted by the Captain tapping me on
the shoulder.

"Here," he said, handing me some money.

"Thanks."

"You did okay today.  Charmed 'em, that's for sure.  There's some extra
there cause I got some extra, putting Mr. Williams onto the ceremonies.  He
said he heard about the secret ceremonies and he wanted to take his family
to one.  I told him it was males only, he couldn't take his wife, but he
said he would take the boys so they could have the experience."

"I've heard about those ceremonies but no one gives any detail, like it's
ultra secret," I said.

"Well they are the best kept secrets on the island," Captain said.  "I've
never been to one, but I've heard the stories.  Don't know whether to
believe 'em or not, they sound pretty outlandish."

"What kind of stories?  I've never even heard any stories," I said.

"Well, they're stores, mind you, nothing more.  But from what I've heard
they're on a scale of voodoo orgies.  Man/boy sex.  Like boy
initiations. Like I said, I don't know if any of it's true so don't be
spreading any rumors.  Frankly I doubt most of it, cause it's like a secret
fraternity.  You even have take an oath that you won't talk about it."

"I'm curious, do you know how would I get to go to one?" I asked. I
especially wanted to go to one, hearing Captain's description, and more
especially, knowing that Todd Williams would be there.

The captain dug in his pocket and brought out one of his business cards.
"You go to the docks, where the cruise ships dock, about sundown, and
locate this cab number, give the driver this card, he'll take you.  Leave
your wallet at home."  He also handed me a fifty dollar bill.  "Give this
to the cab driver."

"Where are they held?"

"I don't know.  Different places, that's how they keep them secret.  Just
keep in mind, if you don't come home or show up for work, nobody's going to
call the police cause the police don't investigate anything concerning the
ceremonies."

"You're trying to scare me," I said.

"Nope. Just telling you how it is."

I was scared but I was going anyway. I showered and flushed out, under the
hopeful assumption that since the ceremonies were secret "boy initiations"
and for males only they would involves sex in some fashion and I wanted to
be prepared if I was allowed to take part.  I even gave it a thought that I
might be forced to take part, and I can't say I wasn't a little excited
about that prospect.  I put on some good smelling body splash for good
measure. Approaching sundown, I walked to the docks to find the cab.  There
were not so many at that hour since the ship had already departed and there
would not be another rush for cabs till the next morning.  I found it
easily and showed the driver the captain's business card.  He flipped
something over his cab number and nodded and opened the door for me to get
in.

We drove to a remote part of the other side of the island where the driver
pulled over alongside the road and pointed up into the wooded hills.

"How will I find the place?" I asked as he was getting out.

"It will find you."

I watched the cab drive away.  I looked up into the thick woods with a
twinge of fear mixed in with the excitement but quickly gathered my courage
and moved into the foliage. Well into the woods I was surprised by two men
who appeared out of nowhere. More than surprised, they scared the shit out
of me. I assumed they were associated with the ritual and they didn't
appear to be inclined to do any harm so I let them escort me to a spot
where there was a ragged tent set up.  Taking me inside, they ask me to
take off my clothes. Again, I felt no fear of these particular men and I
did as they asked. When I was naked they gave me a "gown" to put on, made
of very soft, very thin, white linen.  It felt like I was wearing air.

"What about my clothes?" I asked.

"They will be returned to you," one of the men said.  When I must have
looked doubtful, he added, "Nothing has ever been stolen, it would not be
tolerated." He said it with such conviction that I accepted his word,
although I wondered why the Captain had told me to leave my wallet at home.

One of the men took me further up along a path till we could see the soft,
eerie glow of firelight through the thick foliage and he stopped.  He
pointed and disappeared into the brush; he was gone in a flash. Moving
cautiously toward the glow of the firelight, I came into a group of a dozen
or more men and boys, all naked except for white towels cinched around
their waists. A large slab of highly polished wood was set upon four large
stones.  I thought, that piece of wood would cost thousands back in the
States.  Looking around, I saw only two others dressed like myself, and I
wondered about the significance of the gowns. The men and boys were milling
about, wearing only the towels, whispering greetings to one another and
occasionally groping one another.  Yes, it was to be about sex, for
certain.  I didn't see Mr. Williams or his sons.

A gong sounded and all was quiet.  A tall, muscular, bearded Islander
appeared at the side of the table, wearing a black loincloth and leather
boots with leggings. He had wide leather wristbands and a leather collar
around his neck with silver studs that gleamed in the light of the fire.

"I am informed that all are accounted for so we shall begin.  First, you
must take the sacred oath of secrecy.  Understand, you will be watched very
closely and anyone seen not uttering the words of the oath will be escorted
away immediately.  Lay your hand on the shoulders of the man or boy next to
you so that we become one in the chain of male humanity.  This is our bond
to each other as men, and a sacred promise to one another that the oath of
secrecy will never be broken."

Things got underway as a cute brown skinned boy dressed in a linen gown
like the one I wore was brought from out of the shadows and laid on the
altar by two big, young, muscular Islanders.  A big, middle aged, white man
approached the end of the altar and lifted the gown to expose the boy's
flawlessly beautiful body.  I suddenly realized that wearing the linen
gown, I too had no doubt been chosen as one of the sacrificial lambs. The
thought made me move back in the shadows, in the safety of the trees and
overhanging foliage, excited but a little frightened.

During intonements by the "high priest" the man removed his towel and
draped it over his shoulder, reveling a huge cock. While an attendant
stepped up to apply lube to the boy's ass and the man's cock, another man
moved up beside the altar to stand at the boy's shoulder.  The boy reached
up and took his hand and I immediately assumed the man was his father.  The
initiator lifted the boy's legs up and held them out wide by his ankles.
His cock, erect now, found its own way to the boy's fuck hole.

"Be easy with him," the man at his shoulder said.

"He is here to lose his virginity, there is pain in that," the initiator
said.

I wondered who the initiator was, and how he was chosen for his task. I
watched from the shadows as the man entered the boy unceremoniously with
one full, forceful thrust.  The boy's loud groan brought gasps of
excitement from the crowd.

"You are his father," the initiator said.

"I am."

"Give the boy your manhood to quiet his groans."

The man at his shoulder removed his towel and placed the boy's hand on his
hard cock. It was so thick his hand wouldn't reach around it.  The boy
stroked it several times then the man, his father, moved closer, rubbing it
against his face.  The boy turned his head and took it in his mouth.  I
heard the father say something that included "son." I watched with all the
excitement of the others as the boy's virginity was fucked out of him.
Within my vision I saw a handsome youth come into the dim light on the
other side of the altar. His physical stature--lean, muscular, darkly
tanned in his white towel, not a gown--caused me to focus on him. I glanced
up and met his eyes and quickly glanced away for a second but when I looked
back, he was looking right at me.  The flames in one of the lamps burned
suddenly brighter for a brief moment and my blood ran cold at who I saw
there.  My lips formed the name?.Justin?.and the youth blinked his eyes for
the first time.  It wasn't Justin of course, but I felt a connection, as if
I knew him, and he knew me.  I started to move to go around the altar to
him but I was paralyzed by the intense, unwavering stare. So I stood where
I was and so did he, and we looked at each other across the altar while the
young boy was being fucked.

A noise behind me, like an animal, got my attention and I looked away.
When I looked back, the youth wasn't there. I searched the opposite crowd
with my eyes but didn't see him. I was suddenly compelled to go in search
of him through the crowd but I didn't find him.  He had disappeared so
suddenly.

The man finished fucking the boy, and the boy received his father's load in
his mouth.  As the father and son embraced amid the applause of the
onlookers the altar was purified with water and another youth wearing a
white linen gown was brought to the altar.  He was older than the first,
perhaps seventeen, and he was white.  A huge black man with graying in his
temples came out of the shadows and clasped the boy's shoulders.  He looked
like a warrior.  He turned the boy around and lifted the gown.  The boy
raised his arms so it could be removed and stood naked for the man.

"Ah, yes," the man said with a smile as he bent the boy over the side of
the altar. Two Islanders knelt down and held the boy's arms firmly in place
over the other side of the altar.  Only then did the man remove his towel.
There was a collective gasp and "ohhhh's" and "aahh's" from the crowd.  The
man's cock was gargantuan. As before, someone stepped forward with the bowl
of lube.  He used both hands on the man's cock and it looked like he as
greasing up a baseball bat. The teenager gaped at the monstrous cock with
fear in his eyes.

"Dad?.Dad, I don't think I can do this," he said.

"It's too late," I heard someone say and then I saw a man slink back into
the shadows and knew it was the boy's father, leaving him on his own.

The black warrior took his position, aiming his cock at the boy's ass.  He
gasped but barely struggled as the other men held him down.  "Oh, Godd," I
heard him say as the man applied pressure.

Then suddenly the warrior looked all around.  "Who is the father of this
boy?" he asked in a demanding voice.

"I am," came the reply after a moment as the man I'd seen slink away came
out of the shadows.

"Why do you hide, Man, are you ashamed of your son?" he asked in a booming
voice.  "Surely, you brought him here."

"I did.  And I am not ashamed."

"Your voice belies what you say," the warrior said.  "I think you should
share in your son's pleasure, and in his pain.  Come, join him, it will be
a true bonding experience."

Before the man could say anything two burly Islanders took him by the arms
and guided him around beside the warrior.  They removed his towel and I
could see in the firelight the fear on the man's face as he gaped at the
warrior's monstrous cock.

"My Godd," he whispered as he was bent over the altar beside his son.

The warrior entered the boy first.  One of the men held a wide piece of
leather across the boy's mouth as the warrior bored into him.  It muffled
but didn't stifle his outcry.

There was soft applause among the bystanders.

"I wonder if he was a virgin," someone said.

"Even if he wasn't he must feel like one now," another said.

"Think they were both virgins," another said. "His father certainly wasn't
expecting this."

I couldn't honestly say the boy was brutalized.  Once he had been impaled
and the warrior began fucking him he showed every sign of enjoying every
thrust. I thought the warrior was much rougher on his father and he didn't
take it so well. He bit down and chewed on the strip of leather that was
put over his mouth. He didn't show any sign of pleasure.

When the warrior reached his climax inside him, the boy shot his load as
well. And he thanked the warrior for initiating him.  The warrior then
fucked the father till he shot his load.  The father stumbled off in a
daze, met by his son who embraced him. Even that was a warm reuniting, as I
heard the boy thank his father for bringing him.

As the altar was being purified again, I was aware of the two Islanders,
one on each side of me.  They were there to escort me to the altar. I
wondered who my initiator would be.  I wondered why I was chosen. I was so
far from a virgin, and no one had bothered to ask about that.  I stood at
the end of the altar, waiting. It seemed several minutes and people were
looking around to see who would come forth.  Suddenly I saw the dark, ghost
like figures in the shadows part for someone to come through.  I was
stunned when I saw the figure come into the dim light.  It was the
mysterious Justin look alike.  I quickly subdued my crazy imaginings.  I
knew it had to be Todd Williams, yet I had not seen his father or his
younger brother.

We met at the end of the altar.  His penetrating look into my eyes sent
chills through me.  The two islanders stooped to take hold of the hem of
the gown but he stopped them with a wave of his hand and they stood back.
He bent down and took the hem himself and lifted the gown.  The warm night
breeze swept gently over my body as it was slowly exposed.  I raised my
arms so he could take the gown off over my head.  He took a moment to fold
it neatly.  He placed his hands on the sides of my shoulders and sat me
down then moved to the side of the altar to lay me back and placed the
folded gown under my head.  Nothing was said.  I could hear only his
breathing, steady and deep.

As he moved to the end of the altar I started to lift my legs but he put
his hand on my knees and ran his hands up and down my bare thighs. My cock,
already fluffed up, began to rise.  So did his.  Up and down my thighs his
fingers digging into my groin at the apex, till my cock was standing hard
over my stomach.  His pointing up at a sharp angle and bucking.  He was
big.  Not huge, but enough to make my breath come short at the thought of
taking him.  I thought it was time; that he would bring my legs up and take
me but instead he bent down and began kissing my stomach. "Ooohh's" and
"Aaahhh's" came from the crowd and someone whispered, "Oh, he's going to
make love to him."

I shivered under the touch of his lips and tongue.  A certain way he looked
up at me, in the flickering light of the flames, I saw the glistening in
his eyes.  He kissed up my stomach to my chest and spread his kisses across
the width of it, pausing at each side to lick in my armpits.  This wasn't a
sacrifice, he was indeed making love to me!!  If he kissed me, it would be
certain.

The certainty came moments later after he'd caused my nipples to swell and
harden.  His face hovered over mine and there was the look again as he
brought his face down to brush his lips against mine.  I whinnied softly
and gushed out a breath of excitement and that's when his lips locked with
mine, his tongue seeking entry into my mouth.

Oh, My Godd, I thought, and closed my eyes.  I felt weak and the images
were returning and I couldn't bear it.  I couldn't believe it but I
couldn't deny it either.  I wanted to speak his name?..Todd?.to make him
know I recognized him from the boat; to make him Todd and not the ghost I
was seeing in my mind.  But his mouth was locked too tightly over my lips
for me to speak and his tongue too busy in my mouth, sending eddies of
pleasure all through every nerve in me.

My legs lifted almost of their own accord, for my body to welcome him.  As
I set my feet on his hips his cock found its way to press against my hole.
No one had lubed my ass nor his cock but I felt it pressing warm and slick
into the welcoming pit of my ass.  I willed the muscles there to relax and
they stretched and opened for his manhood to push through.  I was amazed
that there was no pain but only pleasure from the very beginning.  The
whole time I kept my eyes closed.

"Ohhh, My Godd," I moaned softly, but loud enough to be heard by all around
me.

"Well, I don't blame him for that," someone said.  "Just look at the stud
who's mounting him."

I opened my eyes with horror. "Godd!....Ohh, god?Justin?.!" I gasped
softly.  I felt a powerful lurch of his cock inside me but he said not a
word, nothing that he was Todd or some other stranger who had buried his
cock in me.

He began fucking me.  He never lifted his body from mine.  He kept kissing
me, my lips, my face, my neck, he even took my hand and kissed the palm.
Oddly his breathing stayed steady and I felt no heartbeat as mine, that was
chugging like a freight train. The feel of his muscles caused my heart to
race. I could sense the movements of his cock sliding in and out of me,
bringing my body in tune with my head.  But it lasted only for a short few
minute before the incessant pulses of pleasure overcame my senses and my
mind went off on its own to explore its own pleasures in the mist of my
imagination.

Suddenly, on a reentry thrust, his hips gyrated, causing his cock to skewer
and lob around in my ass.  I nearly screamed, not only from the sheer
pleasure of it, but the sudden, stark realization that bolted through me.
Only one other man, of the countless times I'd been fucked, moved his hips
like that.

"Ohh, Yess?.Godd, Yess, I remember that move.  Do it?.fuck me, Justin?fuck
my brains out!  Godd, Yes?..ohh, I need this so bad.  Godd, how I've missed
you," I moaned hoarsely. After the words were out I waited.  There was no
rebuttal to the name I uttered. If it was Todd Williams fucking me he
would've corrected me, wouldn't he? I didn't know if my brain was capable
of that kind of logic so I went with the illogical.

It was a mind searing fuck, a fuck that seared my brain to cause whispered
words to pour out of my mouth; words cried out, words that were not a part
of my thought process, but rising from my heart.  Still, he said nothing.
He only fucked me all the harder.

Toward the end he leaned down and kissed me again, almost brutally at first
but then it became more like a lover's kiss and I remembered all the times
this had happened before. Suddenly he pulled away from the kiss and bent
down to take my cock in his mouth.  It was only then at the touch of his
warm, wet mouth, that I realized I was cumming.  I was dazed into a state
of shock.  Justin was sucking my cock and taking my load and I could feel
him swallowing it!  At the same time I felt the hard lurches and the
powerful pulsations of his cock that were sending his cum gushing deep
inside me.  I could feel it pouring out in copious amounts, hotter than I
had ever felt in my life, and spreading its heat all through me. My body
quaked with the intense climax and I clung to the sides of the altar almost
in fright.

The fuck ended, leaving me exhausted. Justin remained over me and buried
deep inside me for a long moment before he finally began to pull out. It
was excruciatingly slow and there was a pained expression on his face,
almost as if he couldn't bear for his body to leave mine. I brought my arms
up around his shoulders but he rose up out of them and my legs fell from
his waist where I had been clinging to his muscular body.

As he straightened I tried to get up--I wanted to stay with him--but I was
too weak.  Someone handed him his towel and he put it on as he gazed down
at me, with a longing look. I had never seen such a pitifully sad look. I
reached out as Justin was walking past the altar but I didn't, couldn't
touch him even though I was within easy reach. He just slipped out of my
grasp.

Another man stepped up to fuck me but I found my strength to raise up and
grab the gown that had served as a pillow. I wanted to follow Justin; I
couldn't let him get away.  I shrugged the gown on as I rushed
helter-skelter among the crowd searching for him in the dim light and in
the surrounding darkness. I think I looked in the face every man and boy
there but I didn't find him. I went down the path a ways, calling out his
name, but there was no one there. How had he vanished so quickly?  I sat
down in the quiet darkness and fought back my tears till I felt hands on my
shoulders.  It was the two Islanders. They helped me to my feet and started
to take me back up the path.

"Where are we going, the tent is that way," I said.

"There are others who want to partake of your youth and beauty," one of
them said.

"No!" I said, pulling back.

"Come. The other two boys are being fucked as we speak, and men are asking
for you."

"No, I want to leave." I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, and the
afterglow of the incredible lovemaking I had just experienced.

"But it is customary," the man said.

"What is customary?" I asked the other man.

He explained that it was customary for the "initiates" to remain and be
fucked by anyone who wanted them.  They had, after all, paid good money.

"So I'm being whored out, is that it?" I said. I couldn't control the
wavering in my voice; suddenly I was scared.  These two men were bigger
than me, and stronger.  They could drag me back and force me.

"No, tell them I got sick.  Take me back to the tent to get my clothes, you
can both fuck me there."

That got their attention; I could feel their grips loosen.  They looked at
each other in silent agreement and we turned and headed for the tent.

I kept my end of the bargain and hoped they would, too.  Despite wanting to
leave, it wasn't going to be all that hard to keep my end; they were both
good looking in their island sort way, and both exceptionally well built.
And as they removed their loin cloths, I saw they were both well endowed.
One of them fucked me standing up, me bracing myself against a tree.  When
he was finished his friend told him to get on his hands and knees, and he
backed me up so I was laying across the man's back and he fucked me that
way.  Luckily, neither of them lasted very long; they were probably afraid
to be gone very long.  I quickly got dressed and they went back up the path
as I moved down it.  I took the gown with me.

I went home in a stupor.  There was no cab waiting so I had to walk back.
I didn't know the way but I followed the narrow roads toward the lights of
the town. The whole way with strange thoughts roiling in my head, emotions
so high and confused that my chest ached.  "Justin?.Justin," I whispered
his name over and over again as tears rolled down my face.

I didn't speak of it to Jack.