Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 01:25:44 +0100 From: Jonathan Spittles Subject: It's a hard life. (part 3) The following story is an erotic work of fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further. Any similarity to real people and/ or places is purely coincidental. Third instalment now... I think this one's a bit shorter. I suppose I'm a bit afraid of introducing any kind of plot. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy this. I have had a couple of emails, and remember it's chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com if you want to pass on any suggestions or compliments (compliments are cool). Anyways, I've started chapter four and things do start to move on a little. Honest. Again guys, sorry for the cheesy title. Chapter Three The door closed with a gentle slam. I crawled back to the bed and gingerly slipped between the covers. I stretched out on my front and George pounced. "I'm gonna fuck you now." He said. "I've always been at the bottom of the pack and now that's gonna be you. Not that it's anything personal... Besides, I know you'll like it." "Yeah, go for it." I replied. "I probably would've asked you to if you hadn't offered anyways." His tone changed "Shut up slut. I don't care what you want. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you whether you want me to or not." I smirked. It was blatantly an act, but it was somehow endearing. Like a cute, little puppy trying to act like a big, scary wolf. "Please have mercy on me; I fear your superior masculinity." I pleaded, layering my voice with sarcasm. Me not really meaning what I said seemed to have little effect on him, though, as he lifted my hips off the bed and thrust forward. I yelped slightly- it was certainly not the most painful penetration of the night, but it was still a bit of a shock. George thrust with just as much enthusiasm as his friends had done, although after the previous stretching and with his slightly smaller cock the pain was almost non existent. Soon he began moaning gently and we got into a rhythm. "Y'know, it won't just be these guys who take advantage of you now." He said "Oh," Enquired I "Are there many others?" "Well, there's half the guys from school. And some others you'll be getting introduced to" "They all hot?" "Most of them." He replied. "Besides, if you don't like a particular guy you can usually just avoid him, as long as you let him fuck you the first time." "Oh, you won't be seeing much of me after tonight then." I hoped I would be but thought an angrier George might be a sexier George. "You won't be getting away from me that easily." He grunted, and seemed to find a few extra inches of cock to thrust into me- I'd almost forgotten he was fucking me until then. He pulled out and flipped me over, with surprisingly quick and strong movements. He hooked my knees up into the air with his elbows, revealing my all too eager hole to his all too eager cock and within seconds intercourse had begun once again. Now I could see his face. I could see the dampness on his forehead and the lust in his eyes; feel the moistness of his breath and the grip of his hands. His beautiful blonde hair swung back and forth as did his hips. He leant forward and inserted his mousse like tongue into my mouth. His tough guy act hadn't lasted long. He was beautiful. Every individual part of his body was beautiful and there I was, in Bliss. It could've been five minutes, or fifteen minutes or a whole hour. He started to pant and broke the long-lived eye contact. I looked down expecting to see his glistening cock pulling out of me, but I didn't. He just held it there. I looked up and the eye contact was resumed at the moment he began to ejaculate. It was my third load of the night. It was the third load of my life. And already it felt like the most special. He leant forward and kissed me on my lips, then pulled out. What he did next was a small surprise. He crouched over my cock and took it in. I didn't know what to say. It was a sensation like now other. I felt myself inside his body, intimately connected to him. He leant back arching his pine upwards and supporting his weight on his right hand, while his left hand rested on my right thigh. Then, he started to move his body up. And down. It didn't take long. His softening cock was flacking around all over the place. And his gaze was still penetrating through my eyes, down my optical nerves and into my soul. I felt a trickle of cum escape my body almost nervously- I remember being disappointed- but then it started to flow a bit and I felt George's insides twitch a bit. He straightened his back and looked down on me before lifting himself off my softening cock, he stood, took a few steps forward and squatted over my face. "Lick the cum out of that hole." He demanded, "Clean yours and all the other's out and maybe I won't give you a post sex beating" He must've opened some dam inside him, because suddenly cum was flowing into my mouth. There wasn't loads of it, but there was a good mouthful. More than the capful of mouthwash you have after you brush your teeth... The lights went out. "Hey", exclaimed I. "Relax," murmured George, "Mr Richards turns the lights out. He doesn't like people having too much fun when he isn't around." "Does that man have a first name" "Nope." George replied. "He says it would be disrespectful. I'm sure Harry must know his forst name though- they are neighbours after all..." I had one more question before I went to sleep: "George... what's going to happen to me in the morning? You'll wake up. They'll give you some different clothes and they'll send you home. And, sexually at least, your life will never be the same again. They do the same thing to every new guy, on their first time." "And you, what will they do with you?" "Doubtless they will have some early morning horniness to expend on me, then they'll get me a lift home with Danny the cabby. He gives guys lifts for free in return for a blow job en route and twenty minutes of homemade pornography." "What a sterling fellow..." "Don't talk like that, they'll make us dress up as Victorians and have an afternoon tea come orgy." "They do that kind of thing?" "That they do. That and so much more." "George, good night." "Night." I fell asleep surprisingly quickly that night. I was slightly stinky and a slight smell lingered, but exhaustion soon took its toll. The feelings of uncleanliness would take longer to set in, and the longer, I hoped, the better. *** So, that's the end. Email me chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com. OR ELSE. That is a threat.