Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2022 18:19:32 +0000 From: Kevin Marlow Subject: The Eastern-2 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Gay - Adult-Youth / Interracial: M+/t+, oral, anal - - - - - The Eastern - Part 2 It felt like hours, as I watched what they were doing to Daniel; but in reality, it probably only lasted some fifteen minutes. I knew that I was being groped myself. I felt a pain in my right nipple again. This shocked me back to reality. My arms were still stretched above my head. I found that my legs were spread wide apart. I could feel fingers inside my arsehole, although I didn't know how many. I could feel my anus being stretched to the max. Suddenly, a soaking wet flannel hit me in the face. "Agh!" I snapped. "That fuckin' hurt." There was another roar of laughter from all the wogs in the room. The wet flannel had been meant for Daniel to clean the vomit and spunk off his body. An old coon, who must have been in his sixties, got between my legs. "No please. I'm a virgin," I begged. He lay on top of me. "I'll show you bloods how a real man fucks a white boy," I heard him say with a laugh. I felt his rock-hard cock between my arse-cheeks, trying to gain entry to my hole. I squirmed and swore. "No! No! Pull it out!" I shrieked. "Oh, please take it out!" I felt his large cock-head push past my anus-lips and slip inside me. He lunged forward and I felt it sliding into me. He then pulled back and lunged forward again. "Argh! No don't!" I shrieked. "It's killing me." Another push and he had his whole cock inside me. It felt like my insides were on fire, and it took my breath away. I was gasping and panting for air, as he began his in and out rhythm. "Look, he loves it!" someone said. "The white cunt loves black cock. He's pantin' like fuck." The stupid bastard mistook my panting for air as panting from enjoyment. The old man's breathing became ragged as he shagged me. I realised he was near to a climax. "Please no! I don't like it." I lied. "I'm not old enough." Just then the old man started gasping. I felt him jerking inside me, and I knew he was emptying his spunk into my inner sanctum. As my arsehole suddenly became all wet; and his cock slid in and out more easily, I prayed to God that I wouldn't faint. Apart from the rocking and bouncing of the bed, I wouldn't have even known that Daniel was still lying beside me. When the old man got off me a huge fat man took his place. His cock slid easily into my hole, because I was well lubricated with the old man's spunk. The fat man settled into a slow in and out rhythm. I was frightened that he would crush me with his great bulk. However, he was very gentle, and held himself off me with his great muscular arms. I think he even asked me if he could climax inside me. I don't remember answering him. When he pulled out of me, I heard a loud sucking sound and a plop. I then felt his spunk running out of my hole and down my arse-crack. "Man, look at that lot," I heard someone say. "Samuel must have flooded his inners." I had retreated into my own little world. I just lay where I was and let them do whatever they wanted with me. It was no good trying to fight them off; in fact, I think they enjoyed it more when I struggled. Also, I was afraid they would beat us up; or worse, enslave us. Occasionally, I heard Daniel begging them not to hurt him anymore. On the whole. they just used us to satisfy their lust, both anally and orally. Whenever one of them put his cock in my mouth, I was terrified he would shove it right down my throat, like what happened to Daniel. I suppose I was lucky, because it didn't happen. I was told exactly how to suck their cocks, and they were satisfied with coming in my mouth and making me swallow their spunk. I don't know how many men shagged us, but I do know it was well into double figures. Three men took us from the cafe, and there were several more at the house when we arrived. Daniel later told me that when the young man took me out to piss, he counted nine men. So that made ten altogether. During the day, more men arrived at the house. Neither of us knew how many, but we do know that as people left, they were passing the word around that there were two white boys in the house, taking on all comers. I remember several of the men coming back for seconds and thirds. It was four-thirty in the afternoon when we were allowed to wash and get dressed. Two of the men said that they would take us home. We refused, but they insisted. So, we got in a car and gave them our addresses. They spent the entire journey trying to persuade us to visit the house again, and only letting us out of the car when we promised to return the following Friday - something we had no intention of doing. It was lucky for us that it was a Friday. We usually went to the local milk bar on Fridays. My parents were usually out themselves by seven-thirty, taking my brother with them. We hung around on the corner of our street for awhile, until we saw my parents leave. We then made our way to my house. I only realised how sore and painful my arse was, when I had to walk the short distance home. There was spunk running out of my anus and down my legs. My jaw ached from sucking all those cocks, and my cock felt really sore and swollen, especially my ball-sac. Daniel was the same, only worse. It was difficult to understand what he was saying because of his croaky voice. His throat was still swollen and sore from having that big black cock down his throat. Once in the house, we went to the bathroom and took our clothes off, so as to examine our bodies. I looked at Daniel and saw that his neck was badly swollen. His body seemed misshapen, and his arse was badly bruised and red. As we checked my body for injuries, I found that my right nipple had survived the heavy tweaking. I was lucky it didn't need stitches. My arsehole was really sore and puffy, but otherwise undamaged. Daniel managed to raise a bit of a laugh by saying in his squawky voice, "Your arsehole looks like a piece of raw liver." Neither of us told our parents what had happened. We managed to hide the bruising, although my dad found mine about a week later, during bath night. Our biggest fear was that we may have caught a sexually transmitted disease. Daniel's throat was still swollen a week later. He still couldn't talk properly, so his mother took him to see the doctor. The doctor sent her to the ear, nose and throat department at the local hospital. Daniel refused to tell them what had happened, so the doctor gave him some linctus, which did the trick. The swelling went down, but it left him with a much deeper voice. Summer came and we left school. I was now fifteen years old, so I started working in a factory, while Daniel found a job in a warehouse. Daniel and I stayed away from the cafe for several weeks, but we soon decided to return on a Saturday morning. We were both drunk and high as we left the cafe and walked along the street with three different black men. Lloyd put his arm round my shoulder and squeezed my cock through the material of my jeans. The street was deserted, so he kept playing with my cock. We were led down the stairs and into a house. The men in the house saw our cocks sticking out of our flies, so they began to undress. Daniel and I were naked in no time at all. The white rum and marihuana kept us bending over for black cock all day. We couldn't get enough of it, so Leon decided to enslave us. We stayed in the house for six weeks, servicing a dozen or so cocks a day. Leon put us in coffin-like boxes overnight, and kept us tied up with rope. When other boys replaced us in the house, we were handed over to Earl. He was a wafer-thin man in his fifties. He had a good collection of Dutch magazines, which featured naked men and boys having sex. These magazines kept boys like me coming back to his flat on a regular basis. Earl was a keen amateur photographer, so when flashes of light lit up the bedroom, a naked boy was posing for Earl's camera. I stayed away from the cafe at weekends. There was far too much activity going on for my liking. The place was a magnet for horny boys and generous boy-lovers. Earl's flat was the place for me at weekends. I could walk around in the nude and pleasure Earl and his like-minded friends to my heart's content. My obsession for coal-black cock kept me quite busy on Saturdays. Earl and his three friends would gang-bang me for hours on end. It was only when little Steve appeared on the scene that things changed. The 12-year-old blond was real cute, and very sly, selfish, and manipulative. I didn't stand a chance against his wily ways, so I was dropped from Earl's Saturday team. Luckily, Lloyd stepped in and saved the day. He invited me along to a small warehouse. The single-story building stood alone, in the centre of a lorry park; and by the look of things, it hadn't been used in years. Fabien, Lloyd's friend, was the keyholder, and looked after the place for the absentee owner. "Hiya, boy," Fabien said, as he unlocked the doors to the warehouse. "Hello," I said in reply. "He's a real good fuck," Lloyd said, as he put his hand on my arse and gently pushed me toward the doors. "And he loves black cock." My face went bright red as the two men played with the waistband of my jeans. There was no one around, apart from us three, but still I took a half-step away from Fabien and Lloyd. "He's real shy," Fabien said, as he put his arm around my waist and brought me back to the black-on-white fold. To my amazement, my jeans were unbuttoned and tugged down a little. The two men were slowly undressing me, and I was too polite to stop them. We stood outside the warehouse as my t-shirt was pulled up to expose my belly. This touchy-feely process was embarrassing me something terrible. The two men were smiling as they opened the warehouse doors and watched me rush in. I crashed to the floor when Lloyd tripped me up. "We're not all the way in," I said, as Fabien pulled my t-shirt off. "My legs are still outside." I kinda crawled into the warehouse as everything I was wearing came off. "Don't get up, Kevin," Fabien said. "Just crawl over to those two mattresses and wait for further instructions." Inside the warehouse, the storage area was clean and well-lit. I cursed my luck as I crawled towards the mattresses. Clearly, Lloyd had a liking for humiliation.