Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 10:22:46 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Youth Triumphs Part 2

THE FOLLOWING IS A HOMOSEXUAL FANTASY, IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ
SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. IF NOT PLEASE ENJOY, PAUL.

Something woke me, I glanced at my alarm, it was ten to midnight. As
light from the corridor seeped in I realised that my bedroom door was
slowly opening. Darren stood in the doorway, his front in shadow from the
back light, but I could tell he was nude. I was in a quandary, so I
pretended to be asleep, peeping through closed eyes. I felt my prick
harden as he approached my double bed. He stopped and stared down at me
for long seconds then he turned and walked towards my wardrobe. I almost
gasped out loud, as he turned his hard prick was highlighted, I couldn't
believe my eyes, it had to be 10 inches long and twice my thickness, it
looked uncut. I heard him open my wardrobe and rummage about. I sensed
him approaching the bed from my blind side, my body tensed and my
heartbeat quickened, I was sure he would hear it, it sounded so loud. He
lifted the duvet and slid in beside me. I was transfixed, should I speak,
cough, move, do something? I did nothing, fear and excitement gripping me
equally.
Then I felt cold metal on my neck.
"I know you're awake, so just listen don't say anything. We can do this
the easy way or the hard way, I don't want to hurt you, but, believe me,
I will if I have to. Understand?"
My heart was hammering, sweat broke out all over my body.
"Y y y yessss," I stammered, "why are you doing this? I thought you were
drunk, I was trying to help you."
"Drunk? I've been drinking coke all night, I engineered all this. Why do
you think my car is outside? Now shut the fuck up and do as you're told.
On your stomach and stretch out your arms."
I obeyed, my body trembling uncontrollably, realisation of my predicament
sinking in. How long had he been planning this, who knew he'd come back
with me? We'd left the Party separately!
Darren seized my one arm and tied it to the bedpost, he used one of my
ties from my wardrobe, he did the same with my other arm, he tied my legs
off, stretching them apart. Then he blindfolded and gagged me, I was
helpless. I began to cry, sobbing into my gag.
"That's it, cry, you'll be screaming later."
He reached under me and pulled my prick downwards as he fondled it.
Unbelievably I instantly responded and got hard, he chortled and pushed a
pillow under my belly forcing my arse upwards.
I heard him spit, then screamed into the gag as he thrust a finger
straight up my arse! He spit again, this time around his finger and began
to fuck it in and out. Just as I was getting used to the feeling he made
me scream again as three more joined the first.
"Get used to it Nick, learn to relax, my big dick is next."
The tears were flowing freely now, my arse felt on fire, but my prick
stayed hard. I used toys when I was wanking, but always well lubed and
gently to begin with.
His fingers popped out, he spit onto my sore hole again.
"Ready or not here it comes."
At that he drove his 10 inch thick prick straight into my writhing body,
my breath left me, the pain was intense and I blacked out. When I came to
seconds later I was in agony, it felt like I had a hot pole inside me,
and from the pain around my hole I was sure he'd split me open. Darren
was buried to the hilt, his full weight on my body. He leant forward.
"Oh my, I'M going to love this." He whispered into my ear.
He started to fuck me harder causing even more pain, then he bit into my
neck and started sucking, when he'd marked me he did the same on the
other side, all the time pounding and pounding into my resisting asshole.
I couldn't relax, the pain was so intense, but my prick stayed hard and
the friction on the sheet was building me to climax. In trying to repel
Darren's monster dick my arse kept spasming around it causing him to moan
and groan in pleasure.
"This is it you bastard" he yelled.
I felt his prick swell as he drove deep into me, forcing my legs further
apart with his own, and then he shuddered, stiffened and pumped load
after load of hot spunk into me, coating my insides. Although still in
pain my prick responded to the stimuli and I shot one of my biggest loads
for ages, soaking the sheet beneath me.
"That's it you bastard, you see, your prick knows you love it."
Exhausted I lay there totally spent as Darren pulled his still hard prick
from my hole, I felt his spunk and God knows what else leak out and
trickle down over my balls.
"Now for phase two."
He undid my feet and arms, I was powerless to resist, and he repositioned
me on my back. He fastened my arms back to the bedposts and then pulled
my feet up alongside them tying them off. I was really uncomfortable, but
that was nothing to the pain I felt as he fucked into me for the second
time. He went slower this time, but the pain was still there. He reached
down and grasped my flaccid prick, as soon as he started wanking it I
got hard again.
"I just knew your body would love it, even if you don't. Now lets really
go to town." As he released my stiff prick he withdrew his monster from
my flaming hole, paused, then forced it all the way back, not stopping
until his big balls smacked against my cheeks. The pain was horrendous,
even through the gag my screams could be heard, as again and again he
kept on withdrawing and pounding back into me. He was fucking me
senseless, but still my prick stayed hard; my body responding with
pleasure as my brain responded in pain. He must have kept it up for 15
minutes, I was a rag doll beneath him, my heart hammering, my body soaked
in sweat, his and mine. Suddenly I realised that the pain was going,
replaced by a dull ache and faint sensations of pleasure. My rigid prick
stiffened even more, peeling my foreskin back as my knob grew bigger, and
I came again, even more than the first time, shooting long ropes of hot
sticky spunk up my body, I felt them hit my neck and chest as I moaned
against the gag.
"That's it, that's it cum you bastard, I've fucked the cum out of your
balls, now it's my turn." He fucked into me, not withdrawing, pinched my
nipples and after 4 or five hard strokes he came again, deep inside me.
After 3 or 4 spurts he whipped his prick out of my ragged hole and shot
the rest all over me, into my hair, on my face and chest, the last few
drops onto my prick and balls; all of it mixing with my own. I must have
looked a right mess. I could hear his breath coming in short sharp gasps.
When it was under control he released my legs and I gratefully let them
fall on the bed feeling a sticky mess between my battered ass cheeks. He
undid my arms massaging them and my legs to get my circulation back.
"Got to keep my fuck supple, it's a long weekend ahead." He said turning
me onto my stomach.
My mind reeled, what more did he have in store for me?



End of Part 2, any positive criticism or comments are welcome at
INSILVA92@aol.com
Paul.