Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 12:34:14 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 22

Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com

Feedback much appreciated, off course.

This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if
you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.


Part 22


I stumbled out of the parked bus after being fucked by the driver and the
conductor and made my way between the other buses in the parking area, out
into the street. My idea of getting away from Gil and coming into town had
only landed me in more trouble. I was worn out and sore and I wanted to go
home, but I certainly didn't feel like taking the same bus back and have to
face the two men that had just made me satisfy their perverted lust. There
were two buses alternating on that route and I had no choice but to let
this one leave and wait for the next one, an hour later.

My cramping guts and the pressure on my battered sphincter soon reminded me
that I was carrying two big loads of sperm inside me. This time I knew
better than to try to use the public toilets at the train station, afraid
that I would get gang-fucked there again.

Across from the station there was a large construction site for a new
hotel, It was just a concrete skeleton five floors high, surrounded by a
metal grid fence. I detected a hole in the fence that enabled me to sneak
inside and look for a quiet spot to relieve myself of my unwanted cargo of
human seed. Being a Saturday, the site was deserted and quite safe for my
purpose. I chose a corner behind a large pile of bricks and pulled my
trousers and underwear down just as the pressure inside me was becoming
unbearable. Crouched down, I expelled several batches of cum from inside
me, in loud explosive farts, sighing with relief with each one.

At last, I felt comfortably empty and looked around for something I could
use to clean myself. That was when I realised a man was right behind me,
leaning against the pile of bricks. He had obviously been watching me. He
seemed to be in his mid-thirties and was dark-haired, with a thick beard,
wearing working boots (the first thing I saw of him), worn jeans and an
open denim shirt that revealed a heavily matted chest. He didn't really
seem frightening, but obviously the last thing I wanted was to get caught
in such an embarrassing situation. I jumped up, startled, and tried to make
a dash for the opening in the fence, but the trousers around my ankles
betrayed me and I ended up lunging forward and crashing painfully on the
ground.

With my face on the dirt, I heard the man's loud laughter and felt his
strong grip on my arm, at the same time helping me up and stopping me from
escaping. I tried to pull my trousers up, but he firmly pushed my hands
away. I begged him to let me go, but he just ignored my pleas. His rough
calloused hands slid over my smooth legs and ended up cupping my meaty
round buttocks. I felt myself blush with shame when he parted them and
whistled appreciatively at the sight of my puffed out arse-lips. "Well,
well, what have we here? Looks like you've been a naughty boy, haven't
you?" I tried to argue with him, "Please Sir, it's not what you think, two
men on the bus raped me, I didn't want to do it but they made me."

He laughed again. "Oh, really? I'm not surprised; those men from the bus
company really love a hot piece of faggot arse when they're making time in
the parking lot, but I'm sure it's not every day they get a really hot one
like yours." Then he spread me wider and pushed two fingers against my
swollen arse-ring, still dripping with remains of sperm. "Let's see if they
caused any damage here", he joked as his fingers pushed easily into my
well-lubricated hole. The elasticity of my fuck-loose sphincter confirmed
that this could hardly have been the first time I was penetrated and when
the wet cosiness of my boy-cunt snatched down on his thick rough fingers
deep inside me, he knew for sure I was a slut, whether I admitted it or
not.

Using the two fingers up my arse as lever and his other arm to hold my
weight, he raised me from my feet and carried me into the ground floor of
the concrete structure and down a temporary wooden staircase. I was more
and more frightened as we went into the darkness of what would be the
basement of the building, but my feeble attempts to break myself free
didn't seem to disturb him in the least.

He pushed a crude door of nailed boards and I saw myself in a spacious
area, lit only by a few naked light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. I was
put down on my feet, my sphincter finally relieved of the pressure of the
man's two big fingers. The first impression was the heavy, stale human
smell in the poorly ventilated room. It was being used as improvised
lodgings for the construction workers, though all the furnishing consisted
of a large makeshift wooden table with long stools on each side and many
worn mattresses placed directly on the cement floor, lined up along the
walls of naked red brick.

Most of the area was deserted, but there were several men standing in a
group at the far corner. They seemed to be watching some event taking place
there and kept cheering and laughing. As we approached, they noticed us and
turned around and I was shocked to see they all had their trousers open and
their cocks out and rock-hard, or they were out-right naked from waist
down. As they moved towards us I realised there were more people on the
ground, and I tried to figure out what was going on there, though I was
several meters away.

The first thing I saw was the naked, hairy back, arse and legs of a man
crouching down. To my misfortune, I had by then more than enough experience
to be able to figure out that he was fucking someone, in fact pounding very
hard, judging by the way his arse humped violently up and down. I couldn't
make much of his sexual partner, just the naked legs and the sneakered
feet, but it was enough for me to be sure that it was a boy that was being
the victim of that brutal assault. I say victim, because it then seemed
unimaginable to me that someone would submit himself voluntarily to that
kind of treatment, and the loud moans the poor thing emitted every time the
man slammed his pelvis down only seemed to confirm my assessment. The boy's
legs were held up high by two other men kneeling on each side and the boy
was jerking their hard cocks, one in each hand. A fourth man was at the top
and seemed to be vigorously face-fucking the boy, which explained why he
couldn't do more than moan.

Altogether, there were at least a dozen men in the room, all wearing heavy
working boots and worn and dusty work clothes, if they still had them
on. Many had beards, in fashion at the time, or at least were
unshaven. Some were younger, in their twenties, some older, one or two
certainly over 50. There were also two young black men, probably
Cape-Verdeans, who were very common in the building industry in Portugal
since the 60s.

I looked mesmerised at the action taking place on the floor, until the men
closing in on me blocked the view and made me realise my own predicament.

A heavy man with gray hair came up to my captor. I later found out his name
was Cardoso and he was the foreman.  "That's a cute little thing you got
there, Max" I now knew my captor's name. "This is a really lucky day. These
two really make a big difference from the usual old faggots we find at the
station." To stress his point, he ran his rough hands over my girly hips
and fat arse and whistled appreciatively.

Another of the men (his name was Ramiro), a short but muscular hairy guy in
his thirties, naked from the waist down, joined in "This one's a real
beauty! Where did you find him?" Then, signalling the corner where the
fuck-action was still in full gear, he went on, "I picked up that little
slut at the station toilets. He thought he had just me to take care of when
I brought him here and did put up a little fight when he realised what he
was up against, but now he's already taking the third cock up his arse and
he's loving it. They all do."

"He's a real slut, that one, but he's having trouble keeping up with the
demand." Some other man added, with a laugh. "Yeah, it's great to have
reinforcements, especially such a sexy little thing like this one", yet
another joined in.

At this point, I made a futile attempt to pull up my trousers, that were
still rolled down around my ankles. "You´re not going to need these for a
while, baby", Max said. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and raised me up
from my feet so that one of the men around us could yank away my trousers
and briefs. I was now reduced to my socks and sneakers, just like the boy
on the mattress, and I knew it wouldn't be long before they put me to the
same use.

"You wouldn't believe it, but this cutie was actually right outside behind
the pile of bricks", Max explained. "He says he was raped by two guys from
the bus company and I saw him shitting out their loads." The others seemed
to find the story amusing (I didn't, of course) and all laughed. Max raised
up the two fingers he had shoved in my slimy arse to show the remains of
sperm that still covered them, then inserted them in my mouth and firmly
ordered me to suck my own mess clean.

At the same time, Cardoso spread my round buttocks. He let out a surprised
whistle at the sight of my swollen arse-lips, still showing signs of
cum. He too shoved a couple of fingers easily into my loose, slimy hole and
announced, with a loud laugh "Well, he certainly isn't a virgin, but I have
nothing against a good sloppy cunt!"

All the men laughed and several indicated that they had no problem with it
either. Some eager voices started to demand that they should skip the
introductions and put me to use right away.

Looking at all the rough, unshaven, lust-filled faces of the half-naked men
around me, I knew it was useless trying to find anyone that would show any
mercy for me and no one outside would hear me if I tried to cry for help. I
had already learned that the best option for me was to do as I was told and
pray that my ordeal would be over soon. With teary eyes, I resigned myself
to my fate, as Max and Cardoso directed me to a mattress right next to the
one already in use and all the rest of the gang followed us.

I tried to pull back when I saw the state of the mattress, all soiled with
innumerable dry stains of which I couldn't more than guess the
origin. "This corner is our special luxury suite for our guests", Cardoso
joked. "Our private whore-house, more like it", Ramiro added. They all
laughed and I no choice but to comply when Max pushed me on my knees on the
filthy fabric.

Max stood right in front of me and opened his trousers, exposing a large,
veiny cock (uncut, like all the men there), certainly over 20cm [8"]
long. I opened my mouth and he shoved it in roughly, holding my head so he
could make me take it as deep as possible. I started licking and sucking
diligently, knowing that proving my cocksucker skills was the best way to
persuade him to let me take charge instead of brutally raping my mouth.

I was just trying to loosen my throat for his hard shaft when the loud
grunts next to us indicated that both the men fucking my fellow slut were
emptying their balls inside him. I heard the boy moan and gasp as the cocks
were pulled out of his abused holes, and then let out a cry of surprise
that echoed in the room. It startled everyone, but I felt a shiver down my
spine as I heard my name.

"ALEX!!!"