Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:25:17 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking back - part 15 Feedback much appreciated, off course. Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those nice disturbances in your crotches, of course). This is just a short episode with a (hopefully) interesting twist... Part 15 I walked home from the bus stop, terrified that anyone might notice the big wet stains on the front and back of my trousers. I looked awful altogether, with swollen lips and remains of dry cum in my hair, apart from a resilient whiff of stale piss. Fortunately it was dark already, so I took the side of the street where there were no lights and hoped no one would notice me. I wanted so much to run home and get rid of all the dirtiness I was carrying, inside and out, but I couldn't even walk normally with my guts cramping like hell and my battered sphincter straining to keep me from shitting four loads of man-slime down my legs. Coming from the bus stop, I walked past the ruined warehouse where I had first been forced to suck cock by 17yo Vitor and then by Vitor's younger brother Miguel and his bullying buddy Luis, both 15, 3 years older than me. Seeing the crumbling facade reminded me of all I had already been through inside, and also of Vitor's intention to take my virginity that next day. I could only imagine how angry he would be when he found out someone else had beaten him to it. In fact, not one but four different cocks had already fucked me, all in that single afternoon. I wondered how long he would have been waiting for me to show up after school, as he had told me to. At that point, the pressure of the cum inside my rectum and the agonising gas-cramps in my intestines were getting unbearable and I realised I couldn't resist like that until I got home. The old warehouse was the only chance I had for a quiet place to relieve myself. I had a cold shiver just from the thought of going inside, but it was dinnertime and already some two hours after the time Vitor would have expected me there, so I was certain he would have left in the meantime. I sneaked through the opening in the boarded up door and got into the ruined building. I walked quietly inside, peering into the dark, looking out for any sign of danger and at the same time for a place where I could shit out all the sperm I had inside me. As I progressed, I heard some noise coming from the second warehouse, further away from the street. My first thought was to run back out, but the pressing reason that had taken me inside forced me to stay, against my better judgement (and my natural cowardice). Driven by need, I decided to proceed carefully and see who was inside, in order to better assess my situation. The whole place was dark, except for the spot where I had been orally raped, illuminated by the glow of the street lamp outside. I could distinguish three figures there, but I had to come closer to see them more clearly. I shivered as I recognised Vitor, Miguel and Luis, precisely the three that had first raped me right there. What shocked me most, however, was what they were doing. Luis was naked except for his knee-high soccer socks and was bending forward. Vitor had his jeans pulled down to his knees and was fucking him vigorously from behind. Miguel had his shorts down around his ankles and was raising the soccer shirt up to keep it out of the way as Luis sucked on his cock. The vivid yellow socks and t-shirt from the two younger boys' soccer uniforms seemed to compete with Luis's fair skin for the dim light that peered in. At first, I wondered if they could be raping Luis like they had done to me the day before, but he actually seemed to be enjoying it. He was sucking eagerly on Miguel's cock and his muscular legs strained to push his arse back to meet Vitor's powerful thrusts; at the same time, he was frantically jerking his own cock. He didn't even seem to mind it when Vitor occasionally landed a loud slap on his muscular teen arse and in fact responded to that by raising his arse higher to better offer himself for the older boy's rough penetration. I couldn't understand how a butch jock like Luis could be enjoying such abuse. I had come to accept what was happening to me those last two days as something I somehow deserved for being such a sissy wimp; it was just an extension, in fact, of all the bullying I had endured before. Luis, however, was strong and manly, and yet there he was, being used by the two brothers and, even more surprising, evidently enjoying it. Trying better to see what was happening, I approached a little more, hiding behind a rusty old water tank. Miguel was now pounding Luis's mouth hard and starting to grunt louder. Having already been on the receiving end of his face-fucks myself, I knew he was about to feed Luis a hot load of teen sperm. Luis knew it too, for he was holding on firmly to Miguel's hips and hungrily milking the big cock that filled his throat. I could even see him gulping down Miguel's abundant semen, and still keep sucking for the last drops of it. I watched as Miguel finally drew his cock away from Luis's suction and patted his head approvingly before he pulled his shorts up and leaned back on an old wooden crate, enjoying the scene of his older brother fucking his best friend. Vitor was riding Luis harder now, approaching his own climax. He held on to his shoulders and slammed in like a jackhammer, producing loud slapping noises as his hips hit Luis's hard buttocks. If I still had any doubt whether Luis was submitting willingly to the two brothers' pleasure, he cleared them away as soon as he got his mouth free and started to plead Vitor for his cock. "Please fuck me hard, Vitor; show me how much you enjoy my hot tight arse!" Vitor laughed and responded to the boy's eagerness, "Yes, I know you love this big dick up your faggot arse every afternoon. I bet you think of it all the time during soccer practice, with your hole itching for a good hard fuck." I suddenly gathered from his words that when I had ran into Vitor on that same spot the day before, he was actually waiting for Miguel and Luis, and they were going to meet him inside when I bumped into them on the street. Luis endured Vitor's increasingly energetic pounding and was now frantically beating his own dick. When Vitor suddenly rammed all the way in and froze still, I knew Luis was collecting the load of cum that was intended for me that day. As he got his guts lined with Vitor's sperm, Luis seemed to compensate the intake of fluid by spewing shot after shot of his own fresh semen all over the dirty floor.