Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 14:44:18 +0100
From: Andy Mitchell <andys.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: ST: My Joe Chapter 2

Legal and Moral Warning

This story involves scenes of a romantic and sexual nature between cross
generational persons of the same sex, as well as scenes of physical and
mental abuse on a minor child.  If this type of material offends you,
please do not continue reading.  If this type of material breaks any local,
regional or national law, please do not continue.  If this type of material
will upset your parents, please do not continue.

Your comments are really appreciated, even in criticism if it is
constructive and valid.  I would also really appreciate anyone who wants to
step forward to be an editor, soundboard, proof reader and general friend
while I go on this journey.  For comments please email me with "My Joe" in
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ENJOY AND LOVE LIFE!


MY JOE


Chapter Two -- Adam's History continues -- Butlins after Harry.


Harry told me, midway through my holiday that it was his last night.  I
cried as I knew I would never see him again, or probably find anyone like
him that would know what I wanted.

The next morning I wandered around the campsite like a little lost soul.
In the afternoon I went to the public phone booth with my Auntie so she
could ring my Uncle to make sure the pub was still standing.  I was sat
waiting for her when two guys in their twenties sat by the side of me.  I
looked at both of them and liked what I saw.  How do I go about chatting
them up?

As it turned out, I really didn't need to. They introduced themselves to me
as John and Pete.  I told them my name and where I came from.  They asked a
few questions about me, and I told them about my running.  At this point,
John began to stroke my leg, telling me how muscular it was.  It wasn't
really but looking back, he must have used this as an excuse to touch me.

It was at this point that my Aunt started heading back in my direction
having finished the phone call.  John quickly removed his hand from my leg
and I told them I had to go.  Pete asked me if I was doing anything later
and I told him I'd probably head to the playground area.  We said our
goodbyes, being the polite young man that I was, and I headed back to the
chalet with my Aunt.

My Aunt hadn't noticed the two men so I didn't have any awkward questions
as we walked back.  As soon as we were in, I announced that I was going out
to play.  This cheered my Nan up as I had been in a sulky mood all morning,
knowing that Harry had left.

I headed over to the playground area. Hey remember I was still a kid!!
There were various swings and slides and a couple of roundabouts, along
with the always needed sandpit.  It was a sunny day so there were quite a
few kids playing.  I had a few goes on what was nicknamed "The Big Slide".
Basically it was a slide, and yes, it was big!  It must have been at least
two hundred feet up in the air!!  Well, maybe not, but it looked that way
to someone who was still only four foot something.  I soon got bored of
having to queue each time so I headed over to the swings when I got
approached by a couple of other boys, one of whom was holding a football.
I quickly agreed to join in an impromptu game and there were ten us of
involved.  As we were all wearing different coloured tops, it was agreed
we'd play skins v shirts.  Of course I ended up on the skins team.

So there I was, running around a park, after a football, in blazing
sunshine, dressed only in a pair of shorts.  Sweat was soon pouring off us
all and after about an hour, we decided to call it quits.  I decided to
head back to chalet to grab a quick wipe down when I heard my name called
out.  I looked across to a shaded area by some trees and saw the guys from
earlier sat down.

I waved and walked over to them, where they asked if I wanted a drink to
cool off.  I accepted a bottle of water and sat down with them and we
chatted for a couple of minutes.  I could smell myself starting to stink of
sweat and BO, and even though I was only 11 and boys aren't supposed to
want to wash etc, I didn't like being smelly.  I told them that I needed to
find my Nan so I could get the key to my chalet so I could go and clean up.

Of course, Pete immediately offered the use of their chalet, so that I
didn't need to go tracking down my Nan, and I could get back out playing
quicker than my idea.

I know what you're thinking.  Why would two men, who have shown an interest
in me, offer to take me back to their chalet where I would have to get
naked, alone with them?  Well, all I can say is that little Adam must have
thought of the same reasons as he decided to wake up.  My brain was also
going ten to the dozen and I wondered if one of these guys would want to do
anything with me like Harry did.  After all, that was fun, and even though
it did hurt the first few times when Harry put his dick inside me, he did
it as slow as he could to ease the pain as much as possible.

We headed back to their chalet, Pete with his arm across my shoulder,
talking about all the things that were important to an 11 year old boy.
Star Wars.  Football.  Cars.

We arrived at their chalet and John opened the door and they led me inside.
John went over to a cupboard and got some beer out.  He opened the cans and
gave one to Pete and offered me one, telling me not to tell anyone.  I
accepted it with glee, thinking how great it was that they were treating me
like one of them.

Pete asked me if I wanted to shower now, which I nodded.  I got up to head
to their bathroom but John blocked my way.  I then noticed Pete get up,
lock the door and turn a radio on, quite loud.

I asked what was happening and they both laughed.  I was told to strip
naked in front of them.  I started having serious second thoughts about my
plan to get one of them to do something with me.  I really didn't like the
tone of John's voice when he repeated the demand to strip.

I told them I wanted to go and was answered with a backhanded slap across
my face.  That really stung and tears swelled in my eyes.  I was grabbed
from behind by Pete and my shirt was removed.  He rubbed his hands over my
chest as he held me against himself.  I could feel his boner pressing into
my back.  Boy did it feel big!

Again I struggled to try to get free and was rewarded with another slap
across my face from John.  He had moved in front of me and started to rub
my dick through my shorts.  Even though the slaps had hurt me, Pete rubbing
my chest and John rubbing my dick meant that it had responded in its normal
fashion and I was sporting wood.

John told me that I must like this if I was hard and promptly pulled down
my shorts and underpants in one swoop.  There I was, naked except for my
trainers in front of two men in a locked room.  John pulled me up off of my
feet and squashed his mouth onto mine.  I could feel his tongue pressing
against my lips and remembering how Harry had kissed me over the last few
days, I opened my mouth to allow him in.  To stop the slight pain I was
feeling from where John was holding me up, I put my arms over his shoulders
so I could bear some of my weight on his body, but he took it as my
complying with his kiss and kissed me harder.

I felt my feet being tugged at but couldn't look down as John had one hand
on the back of my head, holding it against his.  Suddenly one trainer was
off my foot, and was promptly followed by the other and my socks were then
pulled off.  I was now as naked as the day I was born.

I was thrown onto one of the twin beds and told to stay still.  John and
Pete whispered to themselves for a few seconds before John went into one of
the bags by the side of the bed and pulled out a camera.  I now seriously
did not like where this was heading but what could I do.  These were two
grown men, who had already shown that they had no aversion to hitting me.

Pete asked me if I had ever jerked off, to which I nodded my affirmative.
I was told to start jacking off on the bed while John took photos of me.
Pete directed my actions, telling me when to stroke my dick, when to feel
by small globes, when to rub my nipples, and even when to rub my hole.

Despite, or maybe because of, the situation, I felt myself get close to
orgasm after a few minutes of rubbing and told them so.  I was asked if I
could squirt yet, which I couldn't, but was told to carry on anyway.  John
was moving around me, taking photos of my dick, my face and my body as a
whole.  I felt myself shaking and I arced up off the bed as my dick spasmed
in my hand.

I flopped onto the bed panting and looked across at the two men.  Pete had
taken off his shorts and was slowing stroking his dick while he watched me.
John was rubbing himself though his shorts with one hand while holding on
to the camera in the other.  Again the whispered to each other and Pete
moved over to the bed.

I was told that I was now going to suck him off.  Again, memories of Harry
came back to me, and I told them I really didn't want a dick in my mouth.
A hand was raised and I shied away, knowing that slap was to follow.  I
quickly said I would if they didn't hit me again.

I was picked up off the bed and forced to my knees in front of Pete, who
told me to lick around the head of his dick.  I did so, knowing a slap
would follow if I didn't.  His dick didn't taste too bad, a little salty
because of his pre-cum from where he had been stroking while watching me
jerk off.

Pete put his hands in my hair and started to rub my head and curl my hair
around his fingers.  He told me I was doing a great job and to open wide
and his was going in.  I did so and quickly found my mouth full of his
dick.  I gagged slightly as he touched the back of my throat but he quickly
pulled back.  He then held my head in place and started to thrust himself
in and out of my mouth, directing me use my tongue and lips to give his
dick sensation.

I could hear more clicks from around me and guessed that John again was
taking pictures, but again, what could I do?  I started to get
uncomfortable on my knees and my jaw started to ache when Pete suddenly
gripped my hair tighter.  I flinched, of course, and tried to pull away but
was held in place.  The thrusting got quicker and Pete was moaning when
suddenly he shouted "here it comes" and my mouth was full of a sticky
liquid.  I freaked, thinking he'd peed in my mouth, and spat it out.

I very quickly learned that was a bad move as three quick hits to my head
from the side by John, who told me I had ruined the cum shot pictures,
whatever that meant.  I was made to bend over and lick the mess from the
carpet.

I was picked up again and put back onto the bed by Pete, while John finally
got round to stripping completely.  I was told to lay with my head propped
on the pillows.  John then straddled my chest and held my head so I
couldn't move at all.  His erect dick was placed on my lips and again I was
told to lick it.

I did so and was soon having it pushed into my mouth.  John fucked my mouth
for a few minutes before pulling out of me and lifting me up.  He then lay
on his back and I was told to get between his legs and to lick and suck his
dick and balls.

Pete had the camera at this stage and I was again directed by John on how
to service his cock.  I even had to lick his ass at one stage, which I
remember thinking would be dirty but he did actually have a clean hole.

I was grabbed again and put back onto the bed with my head propped with
John pushing in and out of my mouth for a few moments before he pulled out,
told me to keep my mouth open and proceeded to shoot all over my face and
in my mouth.  I had to keep my mouth open while Pete took photos of the cum
on my tongue before being made to swallow it and was then fed the rest of
the cum by John scooping it off my face with his fingers and feeding it to
me.

The two men then sat down on the other bed and started to swig beer from
the cans and I was handed mine.  I just wanted out of there, but was told
to drink.  I sat up on the bed and slowly sipped out of the can.  I was
told to drink properly so I took several large gulps and ended up with a
huge belch.  This cracked up Pete and John, and despite myself, I giggled
as well.  I suppose there is nothing like the lowest form of humour to make
a boy laugh.  Pete leaned over the bed to grab something out of the bag and
I saw it was a new film for the camera.  I asked what was going to happen
next and was told that they were going to take it in turns fucking my ass.

I think they thought that I would try to run, or freak again, or something
because as soon as Pete had said it, both men tensed to grab me if I made a
move.  I just sat there, having already guessed my fate and accepting it.

Yes I had thought about it when I went over to sit with them after the
football game.  No I didn't particularly want it now as I was being forced.
Yes they were going to force me no matter what I said or did and if I
resisted, they would hurt me even more.  Even though I was only 11, I was
pretty smart for my age, other than going off alone with two men that I
didn't know.

I asked them that if I let them fuck me, would they then let me go?  They
promised they would, John adding only if I was a "good ride".

I said ok and let's get on with it as it was only a couple of hours before
I had to get back to meet my relatives for the evening meal and I didn't
want any questions from them.  They laughed at my comment and told me they
would try their best to make it last a couple of hours!

Pete decided he was going first and positioned me on the bed, with a pillow
underneath me so my butt was pushed up into the air.  I felt something cool
on my hole and looked back to see what it was.  John told me it was lube.
I asked what that was and he told me it makes things slide in easier and
wouldn't hurt as much.  I asked if shampoo did the same and was questioned
why.

I told them a little about what I had done with Harry and they agreed it
would do, in an emergency, but guys like them always carried the right
tools for the job.

I must have looked puzzled, and they told me they had come here
specifically looking for a boy to fuck.  They had found me, and couldn't
believe how easy I had been to get back to their chalet alone.  That made
me feel bad, as if I was some sort of whore, like the one I had seen in a
film that my folks didn't know I had seen.  Pete stroked my back telling me
that if I hadn't come back with them so soon, we would have missed out on
all this fun.  I still have my doubts to this day whether or not I
classified it as fun.

I felt Pete putting in one finger, then two followed by a third as he
stretched my hole ready for his dick.  Again the clicks of the camera
started up, and I turned my head so I was facing the wall.  I was quickly
told to turn back to face the camera as they wanted to capture my
expression upon entry.

Pete withdrew his fingers and shifted around on the bed.  I felt his cock
head push against my hole and I tensed up, knowing the pain that was about
to be inflicted on my innards. Pete sensed this, held my hips and told me
to relax and push out like I was gonna shit.  I did so just as he pushed
into me.

Whether Harry had got me used to a cock going in me, or if it was Pete's
lube and fingers, I'm not sure, but Pete slid into without too much pain.
I gritted my teeth but didn't cry out as he bottomed out inside my.  I felt
his balls slap lightly against my body.  Pete moaned something about how
tight I was before he started to pull and push back and forth.  He hit the
spot inside me and my body jerked in reflex.  I had to reach underneath me
so I could move my now hard dick that was pushing uncomfortably into the
pillow.  I started to moan as he rode my body, pulling my hips upwards as
he pushed into me, and vice versa.  My hands grabbed the bed sheets in
front of me as I clung on to keep my body still.

I can't remember how long it was, but probably was only a few minutes, when
Pete grabbed my hips hard and pulled me backwards fast.  I'm sure that I
felt his dick pulse inside me and something come out of his dick as he came
inside my ass.

Pete collapsed forwards onto top of me, and wrapped his arms around me.  He
kissed the top of my head, my cheek and my neck as he came down from his
high.

My dick was still very hard and I squirmed to try to free it from being
trapped beneath me.  Pete wanted to know why I was moving so I told him.
He laughed and rolled up both to the side, his cock still up my chute, and
he grabbed my dick out of my hands and proceeded to jerk me off, all in
front of the still photo shooting John.  My gasps and pants got louder and
I looked up at Pete's face, to see him looking back down at me.  His face
moved towards mine and we were soon tongue wrestling.  My body shuddered
and my toes curled and I muffled a scream into his mouth as my body shook
through another dry orgasm.

I flopped against him as we continued to exchange spit.  We broke off the
kiss when John made a noise and I saw him squeezing the lube tube into his
hand and smear it over his dick.

He said he wouldn't need to lube me as Pete had already done it, and well,
he'd use Pete's cum anyway.  Pete pulled out of me and got off the bed.  He
picked up my pants and wiped his cock on the inside front of them, telling
me that it would make my folks think I can spunk up!

John moved me on the bed and sat with his back facing to the headboard, his
cock pointing skywards.  He told me he wanted me to sit on his cock and
lower myself.  I positioned myself over him, holding onto his shoulders in
a squatting position.  He steadied me with one hand while holding his cock
with the other.  I quickly targeted his cockhead with my hole and slowly
eased myself down.  The feeling was immense.  As soon as he was partway in,
John was holding my body under my armpits so I wasn't impaled immediately.
He let me tell him how quickly, or slowly, to go as I lowered onto his
dick.  My legs started getting tired so I shifted to a kneeling position.

I soon felt his balls against my hole and I knew I had him fully inside me.
He leaned in and kissed me, telling me I had done a great job, and kissed
me some more.  I thought I could actually get used to this.  He told me to
raise myself up and lower myself, which I did.  The first time I did, I
grazed the spot inside me.  Oh man, I definitely could get used to that!

We stayed like that for a few minutes, me doing all the work with my body,
him doing all the work with his mouth.  I suddenly felt myself heat up and,
having already experience it twice before that day, and several times with
Harry previously, I know I was gonna cum again.  I frantically started to
slam myself onto John's cock and I shuddered and moaned as the feeling
overcame me.  I stay still for a few moments, John kissing my neck and
nibbling my ear, before he asked if I was okay to carry on.  I told him
yes, but my body was lagging.

John held me close to him and in one movement, rolled us so I was on my
back with his dick still imbedded inside me.  He grabbed my legs and moved
them onto his shoulders and then started to pound my hole.  Again I grabbed
the bed sheets to keep myself from shifting too much on the bed and within
minutes felt myself surrender to my feelings again, just as John thrust
hard one last time inside me as he spurted his juices in my bowels.

We collapsed onto each other, spent.  I heard a moan from the side, and
looked over just as Pete had jerked himself to a climax, having been
watching and taking photos of our sex.

A few minutes of recovery and we were sat back up, with fresh cans of beer
in our hands.  I asked the time and found out it was still around an hour
before I needed to be back at the chalet.  I was told I could leave if I
wanted to, but decided to stay.  Now they had stopped hitting me, I guess I
was kinda enjoying the sex again.

I started to ask them questions about sex and things like that, and they
answered me honestly and truthfully.  This was the first time that I heard
the word paedophile.  They told me that because I wasn't fat or skinny,
from my running, and that I definitely wasn't ugly, although not beautiful,
I would be attractive to any paedophile that wanted boys around my age.  I
just had to be careful to pick the right paedophile, as there were some out
there who wanted no more than to fuck a boy and then kill him to hide the
evidence.  They told me that it had been Pete's Dad who had first had sex
with his son when Pete was around my age.  John was his best friend at
school and it wasn't long before Pete's Dad was fucking the pair of them.
As they got older, they had progressed on to finding younger boys
themselves to fuck and that they still only find prepubescent boys sexually
appealing.

I asked where they lived, thinking maybe we could carry on, but found out
they lived on the other side of the country to me.

Pete looked at his watch and we had been talking for around twenty minutes.
He asked if I wanted another round before I went back to my chalet, which I
readily agreed to.  He told me that they wanted to try something different
though.  I said whatever, or something like that, and shortly was sitting
on Pete's dick again.  He lay on his back, pulling me forwards with him.
He was lightly tickly my sides as I concentrated on raising and lowering
myself on his dick. As I reached a point where just his cockhead remained
inside me, I felt John's hands hold my hips and stop me.  I looked back
over my shoulder to see him stood right behind us, one hand on his dick.
Pete grabbed a pillow a placed it in his chest and told me to lower my face
into it and bit it if I needed to.

I didn't understand what was going on, but did it anyway.  John placed his
cock against my hole and that's when I realised exactly what was going on.
They wanted to fuck me at the same time.  There was no way they were both
going to fit inside my small hole I was sure.

John pushed forward trying to breach my ring and the pain coursed through
my body.  I struggled, but was held tight by Pete so that I couldn't move.
I cried and screamed into the pillow but they wouldn't let me up.  John was
having no luck in getting inside and moved away.  I thought that it was
over, and looked up at Pete, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He just smiled at me, told me I was a good boy and to bite down hard on the
pillow.  I was going to ask why, when I felt John return his dick to my
hole.  He had been and added more lube I found out as he pushed with all
his strength and I felt his cockhead pop inside me.

The pain was intense.  I screamed and cried into the pillow as Pete held my
head into with one hand, and my body with the other.  John slowly pushed
the rest of his dick inside me and stopped, rubbing my lower back, both of
them telling me how wonderful I was.

The pain lessened slightly as my abused hole slowly got used to being
double stretched but when Pete started to hump from below, and John started
to move from above, the pain intensified again.  I could feel my spot
inside me being pressed hard but my dick was as soft as anything.  John
leaned over and lay on top of me so I was now an Adam sandwich with the two
men as bread.

The closeness of their bodies and the conflicting feelings that my insides
were giving me was eventually too much as I started to spasm with an
orgasm, the likes of which I have never been able to replicate.  My dick
went from soft to hard, back to soft, back to hard and just keep doing
this.  All the time, the two of them were thrusting inside me.  They would
alternate between thrusting in at the same time, to one going in and one
pulling out.

Eventually one came first, I'm not sure who, followed by the other.  They
lay there, with me in between them for some time, all of us catching our
breaths.  They pulled out of me, and John noticed a bit of blood on the
bed.  He panicked but Pete calmed him down and examined my hole.  He told
me I was bleeding slightly from a little cut and got some toilet paper and
held it against me.  After a couple of minutes, he seemed happy it had
stopped.  He went back into the bathroom and returned with a warm wet cloth
and processed to wipe me down all over.  I just lay there, exhausted,
letting him move my body parts.

Finally I recovered enough to sit back up.  Pete cleaned my tear-streaked
face and kissed me several times on my nose and lips.  I couldn't look at
them as I felt they had really hurt me on this last time, and I wouldn't
talk either.

I wobbled as I stood up, and John went to steady me, but I pulled away and
fell over.  Tears started to slide down my cheeks again as I grabbed my
tee-shirt and pulled it over my head.  Pete handed me my underpants which I
pulled on while I was still sat on the floor.  My shorts, socks and
trainers followed.  I stood up, unsteadily and headed towards the door, but
of course it was still locked.

I asked for them to open it.  Pete asked if I was ok to make it back to my
chalet and I said I was.  I wasn't but I no longer wanted anything to do
with them.  I just wanted away.

John asked if we were going to meet up tomorrow, but I made some excuse
about my Nan wanting to go on a trip.  I think Pete understood they had
crossed a line and wouldn't see me again.  He knelt down in front of me,
and held my face so that I was looking at him.  He told me he was sorry
that they had hurt me on the last time, and that he understood if I wanted
to stay away.  He told me that I shouldn't just remember that one last
time, but to think about everything we had done this afternoon, and what I
had done with Harry the previous few days.  Did I enjoy most of it?  If I
did, then take the good times and forget the bad.

I told him I would, and he pulled me towards him and kissed me again.  Then
he let me go.

I slowly made my way back to the chalet, mind in a turmoil about everything
that had happened that afternoon.  The first thing I needed to do was to
think of a reason why my bum hurt.  Hi Nan, I'm walking funny because I
spent all afternoon having two men fuck me senseless and ended up getting
double fucked!  Mmmmm didn't think that would go down well.

So I got lots of sympathy when I explained to my three female relatives,
well Janet is almost one, about how I fell off the roundabout at high speed
and landed on that funny little bone at the bottom of your back.

I stuck close to my Nan the following day, which happened to be the last of
the holiday and we headed back home the next morning.



Did I ever think about telling anyone about what had happened to me over
the course of the week?  Yes I did.  Should I have told anyone about the
three men who sexually abused my 11 year old body?  Yes I should have.  Did
I tell anyone about what happened?  Damn bloody right I didn't.  I wasn't
ready to tell my family that I was a gay boy who liked to have a man abuse
his body.

Even now, not a single person in the world knows everything that happened
to me on that holiday.

Except you.  The reader.


End of chapter.



Author's notes.

Wow.  That was intense!!  Anyways, Adam's holiday and sexual awakening has
come to an end.  I know that at the beginning of the first chapter I said
there would not be much sex, and I did keep the sex scenes extremely brief
with Harry, but having received some very nice comments, thanks guys, and
having re-read chapter one several times, I decided that to fully get the
trip that Adam's life takes, I do need to fully describe what happens to
him.  Otherwise, in later chapters, you may not get the decisions he makes.

Before I start getting emails about why this is in the Incest section, when
clearly there is no incest sex going on, and hands up who thought Adam was
going to get it on with a female relative -- like eeuuww!, I did ask for it
to be posted in both Adult youth as well as incest.  The beginning part of
the story, which runs across several chapters, is about Adam growing up,
and decisions and actions he makes about his life.  Joe hasn't even been
born in the current timeframe.  So please bear with me if incest is what
you are after.  For all those who wanted sex sex sex, hope this chapter
fulfilled your needs.  It got me hot and horny again just
thinking/remembering about it all.

Anyway, until the next time my friends.

Thanks
Andy
xxx