Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 19:59:44 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Brian's Bitch 8 / High School

During the week Robert and I found a way to grab a moment alone when no one
was around.  When I say grab I mean it in both senses of the word.  I put
my hand down his pants and felt his hard cock and he did the same to me, if
only for a few minutes before we pulled them out and pretended nothing
happened.

As for sucking Robert off, we only were able to do that once during the
week.  Something that risky in a school where teachers, prefects and boys
lived 24/7 was next to impossible.  On Wednesday there was an 'old boys
dinner', where alumni of the school came back to eat in the dining room and
relive their experience.  All of us boarders were expected to attend.  As
it was about fundraising, the grownups were in the majority (so us boys ate
early so the adults could have the dining room) and Rob had the clever idea
that we would serve the alumni food, which meant that as soon as dinner was
done no one would notice us sneaking out.

We couldn't go far, because the alumni guests would want refills of wine
while the speeches were taking place, but it bought us some time.  We had
an agreed signal and once desert was served, Robert nodded towards the door
and I followed him discretely out.  I followed him down the hall and into
the locker-room and, it turned out, into the last stall in the washroom in
the senior school locker-room (the one where I douched myself each Saturday
for Brian).

Robert sat on the toilet and pushed his pants and underwear around his
ankles, his hard cock sticking up, and I was on my knees in front of him
without a word exchanged between us.

As before my mouth took his cock and my head bobbed up and down on his
cock, taking a second at the top to run my tongue around his mushroom
engorged cockhead.

Unlike before, Robert took hold of my head well before he was close to
cumming and began to thrust his hips up.  I had expected this, though not
as quickly as it happened, so I did my usual of relaxing my throat and
letting him take control.

I don't know if it was the cramped confines, maybe the lack of time or just
that having sex in a bathroom stall was so primal, but before I knew what
was happening Robert was standing and his hands were holding my head more
tightly and he has ramming his cock down my throat.

It was unexpected so I started to gag, but this didn't deter him from his
mission.  He held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth and throat while
I knelt in front of him on the cold washroom tiles, my feet now sticking
out under the toilet stall as I had moved back to accommodate him standing
over me.

It didn't take long, though longer than he had ever fucked my mouth, and he
was cumming down my throat.  I say down my throat because unlike the last
two times he didn't keep moving back and forth so I could taste
occasionally his cum on my tongue.  He held my head with his cock down my
throat so it went straight down into my belly.

Having cum, Rob took his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his pants and
underwear.  I moved to let him out of the stall, and he left the bathroom.

Rob had been the 'romantic' sex but now he was using me as unceremoniously
as Brian did.  While that should have bothered me, I got to my feet, undid
my pants and pushed them and my underwear down and sat on the toilet in the
same stall and brought myself off by jacking.  It only took a few strokes.
I clearly liked being people's bitch boy.

The next time we found ourselves alone, it was back to the usual reaching
inside each other's pants and no mention was made about his having fucked
my mouth in the bathroom stall and just walked away.

The only thing that changed was that when I jacked off each morning and
night, I found myself occasionally thinking about Robert fucking my mouth,
rather than Brian's big cock in my ass.  Don't get me wrong, Brian's big
cock dominated my jackoff sessions and I couldn't wait until Saturday, but
Robert seemed to have realized that the way to conquer me was through
domination and not affection.  I have no clue what that meant about me.

As Saturday rolled around I put aside any introspection and began obsessing
on Brian as usual.  I didn't know if I was to go by Brian's house for 2pm
as I hadn't had any signals from him and I became increasingly nervous we
were through.

In the hopes we were not through I cleaned myself with the enema in the
basement senior locker-room on Saturday.  Bizarrely this routine had become
so normal I didn't worry about being caught or think it strange - I just
walked around in my jock filling the enemy, going to a stall and washing
myself out (not even closing the stall door) and doing it again until I was
sure I was clean.  Even though I no longer cared if I was caught, I still
went to the last stall and thought about Robert face fucking me as I was
flooding myself with water and cleansing.

I was clearly conflicted as to my loyalties - but I was not conflicted
about what I liked and it was boys dominating me and using me to get off.

At 2pm I arrived at Brian's.  The door was unlocked, which was a good sign,
and I let myself in and mounted the stairs.  As I entered the attic I found
not just Brian, but Christopher, and both were in their underwear.

Looking at Brian quizzically he responded "Chris wanted to try fucking
someone."

"But I thought my ass was yours," I responded confused.

"You do what I say," said Brian.

I quickly removed my clothes, stripping down to my cum stained jock.
Instinctively I knew that I should bend over the arm of the couch so I did.

Chris dropped his briefs and came over behind me and without any spit or
lube he began to shove into me.  I guess being a virgin when it came to
fucking he didn't realize he needed lube.  But while he was not that big,
being only a grade 9 kid, it still hurt as he pushed his cock in without
any lubrication.

I had never been fucked by a boy so young.  But the difference was
noticeable.  There was an eagerness and excitement in how he thrust into
me.  Even his hands on my hips were so tentative, like he wanted to grab
hard but was afraid to offend.

His was a definite boyish approach, his hands gently gripping and then
releasing and him thrusting hard and then the next time not (like he felt
guilty he had hurt me the time before).  I couldn't help but think 'what if
your mom knew what you were doing' (though given our moms were friends that
cut both ways).  I regretted so much recruiting him for Brian and here I
was bent over a couch being fucked by a boy who knew my parents.

Thankfully, being a boy, it didn't take him long, being in my warm cavern
of an ass, before he came and, having cum, he pulled out, thanked Brian
(not me), pulled up his underwear, put on his clothes and high-tailed it
down the stairs and out the door.

Knowing my place I remained bent over the arm of the couch.

Brian moved in behind me.  He stripped off his briefs and handed them to me
and, not knowing if it was his idea or mine, I began to sniff them, as he
pressed his huge cock into my hole.

I guess Brian assumed Chris's cum was lube enough because he didn't use
lube or spit, and being probably four times the size of Chris it hurt like
hell as he shoved his big cock into me.  I found myself focussing on his
briefs to take my mind off the pain, sniffing, licking and even biting on
them as his cock worked its way into my ass.

The difference between being fucked by a grade 9 boy and only my own age
was like night and day.  Brian's hands were firm on my hips and every
thrust was determined.  Here was a boy who knew what he wanted and was
going to take it.

Where I had been soft while Chris fucked me, I was quickly rock-hard as
Brian rammed my ass.

I quickly was moaning as Brian thrust his big cock into my already
cum-filled ass.  He was pounding so hard I was getting couch burns on my
stomach and thighs as my body was propelled further up the couch with his
every thrust.  While that hurt, as my cock was pressed against the arm rest
of the couch, it wasn't long before I was cumming in my jock.

Brian kept ramming me well after I had shot a load in my cock.

I just let my body go limp as he pounded and pounded my ass.

I don't know why it took Brian so long this time to cum.  Maybe he wasn't
turned on by Chris fucking me or he regretted sharing my ass.  But it
seemed to take forever for him to tense up and unload into my ass.

While I kept wishing it would come to an end as he rode my ass and it felt
like forever before he came, after I dressed and I was walking back to
school I found myself missing him being inside me ever more intensely than
I usually did.  Seemed the more he used me and the more I hated it, the
more I wanted it.

Waiting back at school was Robert, who I guess now knew my routine.  He
didn't even say anything when I walked in the door, simply turned and
walked down the hall, down the stairs, into the locker-room and the
bathroom to the last stall - and I dutifully followed.

This time he simply stood in the stall and I dropped to my knees as he
undid his belt and pants and pushed his cock into my mouth.  Rob didn't
even push his pants and underwear down and we didn't even close the stall
door, he just wanted to fuck my mouth and knew he could.

As Robert fucked my mouth I could feel Brian's cum (probably some of
Chris's leaking out of my ass into my pants).  I felt so used but also so
turned on.

I couldn't help myself and undid my pants and began to rub my cock in my
cum-soaked jock.  As Robert, who had my head in both his hands as he thrust
his cock down my throat, began to cum, I shot another load into my jock.

When Robert had finished cumming, he did up his pants and stepped around me
without saying a word.

I remained there on my knees, my pants undone, cum leaking out of my ass
into my pants, my own cum having made my (well Brian's actually) jock so
wet, feeling miserable and lonely and yet so fulfilled.

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