Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2020 15:54:22 -0400
From: Allan@GrassyValley.us
Subject: Porked By Meat

The meat of this story was a "story within a story" in Part 6 of "Allan's
College Freedom." Here it is recast and fleshed out as a stand-alone
story. It is the story told by one of the characters, Kevin, about
something that happened to him in high school. The story that this was
originally inserted into was partly true, but what appears here is a
complete work of fiction based entirely on "what-if" conjecture and wishful
thinking concerning that character. As always in my stories, the names of
people and places are purposely changed or omitted to protect the identity
of any character who may have been based on someone I have known.

My stories never mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use
condoms and get tested regularly.

This story is about two high school-aged teens engaging in sex that could
be described as both consensual and possibly a "date rape" situation. If
this upsets or offends you, then do not read this story. If it is illegal
to read this material where you live, then don't!

This story is published in the Nifty Archives under their normal
agreements, but it remains the property of the author and should not be
republished by anyone else without the author's permission. All rights are
reserved.

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Porked By Meat
By:  AllanNKnox

Hi, my name is Kevin, and let me start by saying that I am not gay! At 17,
sex with girls has never been easy, but not impossible either. You see,
while I would never win any Mr. America contests or be able to model for a
magazine, I do have some assets that attract girls and make some guys
envious.

While I am straight, last year, one of my cousins on my mother's side of
the family, Joe, also introduced me to the pleasures of getting your dick
sucked, and that is something that no girl had ever done that for me. At
first, I resisted the idea, but Joe said that a dick only responds to
pleasure, it doesn't care if the pleasure is coming from a girl or a
guy. He said, "Dicks are dumb like that. So, lay back, close your eyes,
clear your mind, and enjoy the pleasure. If you have to, imagine a girl is
doing it to you. But, I guaran-damn-tee you, no girl can make you feel as
good as I can!"

After the first time Joe sucked me off, I was never again a reluctant
recipient of his oral administrations. Whenever we had the opportunity to
have some privacy (not as easy as you might think), he offered to suck me
off again and never even asked me to touch his dick. We did do other things
together in the summer after high school, but that is a story for another
time.

I am the shy, quiet type, probably from being the youngest of three with my
older siblings (a brother and a sister), both being domineering,
Alpha-types. I am just over 6'1" and weigh 170 with a lean muscular build,
not from sports or working out in a gym, but from being raised on a working
farm. The girls I have dated (and my cousin Joe), all tell me I have a
great dick. It is long and proportionately thick, has an even circumference
from base to crown, straight but with a very slight curve upward, and with
a crown larger than the shaft. People think I am circumcised, but I am not,
I simply don't have much foreskin, and have low-hanging balls to prove
it. I measured my dick at a little over 8" when fully hard, and they all
tell me that most guys are not that big.

Also, I have naturally broad shoulders that are modestly muscular and
narrow hips with glutes that stand out and look like perfect hemispheres
from the sides. Nearly every girl I have ever dated went on about all these
"assets," but for some reason never, not even once, said anything about me
being handsome.

At the end of my Junior year in high school, I admired a Senior jock I had
known since freshman year. Back then, when I first heard people calling
this sophomore, "Meat," my first thought was that he must be really heavy
hung, but when I found out his name was Demetri, his nickname made
sense. Everyone thought he was really cool because he played Football AND
Basketball and was big enough and tall enough to do both.

It was spring, near the end of the school year, and I had been hanging with
Meat every chance I got hoping everyone would think I was cool too. He
always seemed to have a group of people around him, like me, all trying to
look cool, but I noticed that none were as tall as Meat. There were guys
and even one girl that was as tall or taller than him. But, he avoided
anyone close to his height or taller. I guess he wanted to stand out as the
apparent alpha-dog in the pack.

On an incredibly hot spring Friday afternoon, he had just broken up with
his girlfriend, and he was complaining that he had been looking forward to
"porking her" that night, but now he couldn't. To me, "Porking her" sounded
like something a guy might do with a particular farm animal, but being
crude was part of being cool.

I saw a chance to hang around with him outside of school, so I took it. I
suggested we go across the state line a few miles away, where he was old
enough (18) to buy beer and get a six-pack, saying that I'll buy. So, he
said that he would pick me up at 7. When we got to the package store, I
gave him enough money for 2 six-packs, but he came back out with far
more. And even though he was driving, he opened one and immediately started
guzzling it down.

I hoped that we would head back toward home and meet up with some friends
to share the beers, but he headed off in a different direction. I asked him
where we were going, and he said, "where we can drink in peace." We ended
up at his uncle's undeveloped lake-front property about a half hour's drive
away. By the time we arrived, he had already downed three beers, and I had
just finished my first. We had taken a gravel road far into the woods and
then an overgrown driveway winding down through the trees to a small bay on
the lake. There was a sizeable beach-like area that would have been great
if it had sand on it, you could see where people had camped there
before. It had been an unusually hot day, and even though it was dusk, it
was still hot.

He got out, grabbing two six-packs telling me to bring the rest. He got
into the trunk and pulled out a huge blanket that looked like it was a
large open sleeping bag, and walked about half the distance down to the
lake. He spread the blanket and set the beer on it and sat cross-legged in
the middle of one side, so I did the same on the other side.

We just sat there in silence for a long time. It was a beautiful night, not
a cloud in the sky, and the moon was nearly full. We could hear the gentle
lapping sound the water made against the shore and of crickets making their
nightly song. And you could see starlight reflecting off the rippling
surface of the lake.

I had finished off one beer in the car and two more here, when he started
to talk.  He told me, "This was the very spot where Susie and I fucked for
the first time last fall before the cold weather had settled in." He paused
for a bit, then said, "Tonight was going to be the first time we came back
here since then." And he took another big swig from his beer bottle.  I
asked him, "You mean, you've not had sex since then?"  He looked surprised
and said, "Naaaa! we've had sex nearly every weekend since just not here."

Then he started complaining in earnest about how you had to keep up such an
elaborate song-and-dance just to get a little 'nookie' out of a girl and
how you had to tell them you love them every other sentence. And how if
everything didn't go just right, they shut the door on you and wouldn't
even give you head. And how even when they did give it up for you, they
made you use a rubber every time because they didn't want to be embarrassed
by going to the doctor and getting on the pill.

Noticeably stepping away from his rant, he said, "About two weeks ago, I
heard about a way to fuck a girl, so you don't have to use a rubber, and
there is no way for her to get pregnant."  I asked him, "How could that
be."  And he explained, "You just fuck her in her back door. I tried it
with Susie last Saturday night because she complained about having female
problems of some kind. But, I no more than got the tip of my dick in her
when she started to complain. I took it easy, but the more of my dick I got
inside her, the more she complained. But her back door was just so warm and
tight that it made me too horny to stop."

"It didn't take me long to cum that way, but she was madder than hell at me
after that, and nothing I could say calmed her down. And, when I suggested
that we come up here this weekend anyway, she blew her top and broke up
with me. Can you believe that?"  Then Meat said, "Girls are all bitches!"
I just held my tongue, knowing that nothing I could say would say could
make any difference to him.

By this time, he had put away two six-packs and was almost halfway through
a third. I had just finished my first six-pack and was starting to help him
on that last one. I was feeling a good buzz and was sweating from a
combination of the beer and the warm, early evening air. After several
minutes of silence, I kicked off my shoes, opened the top few buttons on my
shirt, finished off the rest of that beer, and laid back enjoying the
starry night sky. But then, he got up, staggering a bit, caught his
balance, and said, 'Shit! It's fucking hot out tonight.' and as he started
taking off his clothes, he said, 'Let's go skinny dipping.' When I
hesitated, he said while still removing his clothes "There's no one around
for miles, we're completely alone, that's why I love it so much up here."

He was standing there in only his underwear, looking down at me. I was
buzzed just enough not to care, so I said, "Sure." But before I could stand
up, he unceremoniously dropped his underwear to his ankles and stepped out
of them, smiling from ear to ear. Now, my dick is bigger than most guys,
but he was even bigger, a lot bigger! And the fact that he was almost hard
surprised me. He probably knew the effect his monster had on people of both
sexes, straight and gay; that was why he was smiling so big. I don't think
my jaw actually dropped open, but I was in shock, so who knows.

He turned, ran down, and jumped into the water while I was still trying to
get my clothes off. Then he yelled, "the water's great, hurry up," so I
did. We frolicked in the water like two grammar school children for a good
while, and then as if by mutual consent, we both stopped and just floated
in the water or dog paddled to stay afloat, calming down and enjoying the
after-effects of our playful exertions. If nothing else, perhaps spending
this time with Meat would be the start of an actual friendship, and people
really would think I am cool.

I began feeling sleepy and didn't want to fall asleep in the water, so I
said, "I'm tired. I'm going to lay down." So, I got out of the water,
walked back up to the blanket, and used my shirt to dry myself off. Feeling
suddenly thirsty, I opened one of the last two beers and downed about half
of it. I briefly considered lying on my back, but my dick was almost hard
just from being naked outside, so I decided to lay down on my stomach, and
I used my clothes for a pillow.

I must have fallen asleep because in what seemed like no time at all, I
felt something long and heavy and hot rubbing against the crack of my ass,
and then a mouth at my ear was saying breathily, "Oh, Kevin; you feel so
good. How about it, will let me stick it up your back door. I saw you lying
here when I finished my swim, and your ass, man, was looking so good, not
as pretty or soft as Susie's, of course, but mighty fine. I'm so fucking
horny I've just got to get off. I saved it up all week for that bitch, but
she dumped me, and I've just got to get my nut. Can you help me out, buddy?
What do you say??"

"I just laid there trying to wake up and understand what he was saying and
wanting from me. And then it all made sense. He wanted to fuck me, and he
was practically doing it already. A mixture of water from his swim, sweat,
and his pre-cum was making my ass crack real slippery. And he used the
lubrication to slide his dick up and down the cleavage between my
ass-cheeks. Suddenly, fear of what might happen if he stuck that monster in
my asshole gripped me, and I started to move to get out from under this big
high school senior football jock. But it was no good; he just let his
weight come down on me to hold me in place. He said, "Please, Kevin, let me
fuck you, I Need to cum so bad, it won't take me long I promise." he paused
for a moment, and then said more conspiratorially, "if you do, I'll let you
hang out with me as much as you want... and I'll talk to the coach, try to
get you on the team next year."

His promises gave me pause. "How bad could it be?" I thought. If I do this,
I'll get to hang out with the coolest guy in school and get to play on the
varsity team next year; it doesn't sound like a bad deal. So, I told him,
"Okay, but you better take it easy on me, 'cause I haven't done anything
like this before." He said, "Sure, man, anything you say."

He rose off of me, so I turned to look over my shoulder. He was kneeling,
straddling my legs, and gently stroking the biggest dick I've ever seen. It
was at least an inch and a half longer than mine and a lot fatter,
especially where it bulged in the middle. The crown looked smaller than the
shaft, he STILL had some foreskin covering part of it, and the whole thing
had a slight downward curve. I started to get nervous seeing how big it
was, and he must have noticed the look on my face because he said, "Hey,
calm down and relax. They say that if you relax and don't tense up, a
bigger dick is easier to take than a small one." That didn't sound right,
but I was hoping it was true. With that, he let his dick fall back along my
ass-crack, and the weight of it made a loud "Smack" sound in the quiet of
the night. He then leaned forward, kneading and massaging my tense shoulder
muscles. It felt good.

He straightened up again, so I looked back. He was spitting on his fingers,
and then he troweled his spit into my crack and massaged it in. I was
surprised, but it actually felt good. He then spat in his hand again and
worked it all over the end of his swollen monster dick. Then he again told
me, "Relax, and lay down flat."

I grabbed the rest of my beer and downed it, then I laid down and waited
for what was about to happen. My heart was racing, and oddly enough, my
dick was getting hard. Knowing that he would pin me down again, I hurriedly
reached down under myself to adjust my dick. As my ass rose for me to do
that, I felt something that had to be his huge pole pressing at the opening
to my ass. He said, "Yeah, man! I knew you wanted it!" And I had just
enough time to think, "Oh, no." before he gave a mighty shove that pushed
me into the ground and slid his spit-slicked monster quickly into my virgin
hole to the hilt.

I screamed! They were screams that originated in the deepest part of my
body. It felt like he had shoved a huge white-hot iron pipe up my butt. He
grabbed my wrists and held them firmly on the ground near my shoulders and
lowered himself the rest of the way onto my back, not thrusting, just
getting comfortable I supposed.

Finding my voice after screaming, I said, "STOP, take it out, it
hurts!... It hurts too damn much. I can't take it!" But he was having none
of that.

Ignoring what I just said, he leaned in close and spoke into my ear in a
voice that was heavy with lust and sexual tension, "Oh, Kevin, my dick
feels so good in you, so hot, so tight." And he started small, slow
grinding motions against my butt. I was whimpering at this point, so he
said, "Shhh, shhh, shhh. Calm down, and relax, go with it. It will be
okay. It'll start to feel better soon." For some reason, what he said, and
the calming tone of his voice was having the desired effect. "Yeah, that's
it," he said encouragingly as he gently pulled about half his dick out and
pushed it back in a little slower and smoother but bottoming out just as
hard as the last time. With that, he emitted a long, satisfied moan. As he
began stroking in and out of me for real, he said 'Oh, man, you have such a
beautiful ass, and your hole is making such hot love to my dick." It
sounded odd for him to talk like this, but it strangely made me feel better
that he admired my butt that much.

His thrusting got steadily faster and longer, to the point that on each
stroke, he was nearly pulling his dick out of my abused hole before
plunging it all the way back in. My pain had subsided somewhat, and my anus
and colon started feeling numb, but I still felt that monstrous snake
forcing its way deep into my guts with every deep and powerful thrust."

My screaming had subsided, becoming hoarse moans, but his moaning was
getting louder. If we had been anywhere else, I'm sure that the noise we
were making would have brought people running, but he didn't even have to
try being quiet out here. He was fucking me mightily with long, deep,
ass-rending strokes. I had been spending a lot of effort to keep my asshole
relaxed because it hurt less when I did. So, I was tired and found myself
wishing that he would go ahead and cum and be done with it. But I also
started to notice a warm feeling down there, and a slight surge of pleasure
as his huge dick sank into me.

He increased his speed so much that it felt like he was going as fast as a
piston in a race car. The tone of his moans and groans steadily increased
in pitch until he sounded like a little girl squealing each time he
bottomed out in me. Then suddenly, he pulled all the way out of me and
plunged so mightily back in that it shook me fiercely, and he held his dick
deep inside me as it started contracting. I could actually feel it as his
dick lurched inside of me, injecting shot after powerful shot of hot high
school jock spunk into my abused innards.

After about the eighth or ninth contraction, he collapsed onto my back and
stayed like that until I couldn't stand his weight on me anymore. I started
moving, and he aroused as if waking up, rolled off me, and promptly fell
asleep.  My ass was very sore, and while it felt pleasantly warm, I thought
I might be bleeding down there, or maybe it was just his cum leaking out, I
didn't know. So, I walked down to the lake and got in to clean myself up
and let the cool water soothe my aching asshole. When I came back to the
blanket, he was snoring softly. I dried myself with my shirt again and put
my clothes back on. When I sat down on the blanket, there was a brief surge
of discomfort, but shifting my weight eased it.

I downed the last beer and laid down promptly falling asleep myself beside
my almost-rapist. When I awoke it was still dark, so I shoved Meat's
shoulder to wake him up, told him, "Take me home!" and I went on to the
car. On the way back home, I just couldn't even think of talking to him. To
this day, I believe that he still doesn't understand why both his
ex-girlfriend and I were so upset with him. After that night, he avoided me
like the plague, and then the school year was over. He graduated and ended
up breaking both his promises to me.

This ordeal left me feeling both betrayed and angry, and it tainted my
relationships throughout my Senior year. I couldn't keep a girlfriend for
more than a couple of weeks. And there were two occasions when guys let me
fuck their asses, but they never wanted to do it again. Only my cousin Joe
did not seem put off by me and would happily suck me off any time I would
let him.

It was only after getting to college that I started to realize that it was
my own angry and selfish attitude that sabotaged my relationships, and even
most of my sexual encounters.

            --- The End ---


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If you enjoyed this story, check out "Allan's New College Freedom" for
another person's perspective on Kevin.

Positive comments and suggestions are always welcome.

AllanNKnox <Allan@Grassyvalley.us>
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