Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 07:05:16 +0000 From: Jonas Henley Subject: Stolen Condoms, Chapter 01 "I've worn a condom before," Duncan said defensively. "Me and Mike found some in Casey's backpack one day and we tried them on." "Who are Mike and Casey?" asked Nathan. "Mike is our cousin, and Casey is his sister's boyfriend." Connor answered and then turned to Duncan to ask. "Did Casey find out you took them?" "Yeah, he did, and he was pissed that we went through his things, especially, I guess, since we weren't supposed to know he was fucking Andrea. We got out of it though by blaming Ryan. Ryan is Mike's older brother," he added for Nathan. "Mike is our age, and Ryan is a year older." What Duncan did not know was what had happened after they put the blame on Ryan. But that is another story entirely. The above writing is an extraction from chapter 5 of the Kids from Indian Spring. It is during a conversation in which Duncan tries to seem at least a little experienced in front of his 14 year old brother Connor and 12 year old Katie. If you are interested in what happened after 12 year old Duncan and his 12 year old cousin Mike stole the condoms, then read on. Otherwise you can return to Kids of Indian Spring to pick up Nathan and Kelley's further adventures. Poor Ryan, a quiet 13 year-old boy who was just starting to come out of his shell, was taking a more active interest in developing friendships and in the possible future of a getting a girl friend. He had always been a wallflower, but seemed to be in bloom now, speaking out and having more fun. He was also gradually building up his confidence in becoming sexually active, or least that was the hope. Ryan and his brother both knew that Casey and Andrea we're doing things. So he, like his little brother and cousin, decided to have a look in Casey's backpack to see what was in there. He figured there would be some condoms; he wanted to see what it felt like to try one on, to see how it fit and maybe at least jerk off with one. He didn't know that the other two, Duncan and Mike, both 12, had been in there just before him, or that they had already lifted about 5 condoms from the pack. He himself took two, thinking Casey would never miss two condoms, even though there were only 6 in the box. He also looked through the dirty magazine he found inside. Ryan had never seen anything like this before. He flipped through page after page of totally hot women, women in all poses showing tits, pussy, ass, everything a growing boy could want to see. The boy was hard as a rock and rubbing his hard on through his knee length denim shorts. He flipped more toward the back and started seeing some action shots, starting with blow jobs. The second one was a blond with her mouth stretched wide over some man's dick. He didn't care about the dick or the guy behind it, all he could think about was the feeling and sight of having that blond working his own virgin cock. Several girls from school flashed through his head that he would like to have wrap their lips around his young wood. He made a quick decision, one of those heat of the moment things that only serves to get you into trouble later, and tore the page from the magazine. He had to have this tonight to jerk off to, to have some fuel for picking certain girls in his class and putting them in this ultimate fantasy. Well, maybe not ultimate; ultimate would be to use one of these condoms and . . . . Just then he heard noises from downstairs. It was Andrea, his 15 year old sister, and Casey, her boyfriend of the same age and the one in whose backpack he was now snooping. Ryan almost panicked, looking down at the blow job page in his hand and suddenly realizing the weight of what he had just done. He hurriedly put the magazine back where he had found it, hoping that Casey wouldn't notice. He kept the two condoms, also. Same thing, he figured Casey wouldn't notice two missing out of six. He thought, 'He must have fucked Andrea so much already, he probably can't remember exactly how many he's got.' Ryan put the backpack back the way he found it, which unfortunately for him was not in any way the place or position in which Casey had left it. Mike and Duncan didn't think about covering their tracks and just left the backpack where they were finished with it; and Ryan did not know that they had even been through it already. So he put it back where he found it and quickly left the room, hurrying back to his own bedroom to try on one of the condoms. He had decided that he couldn't wait until tonight. Well. Part of him had decided it. When Casey and Andrea got back to her room, Casey looked to her bed where he had left his backpack. It wasn't there of course; it was on the floor by the door, leaning up against the dresser. "What's wrong?" asked Andrea. "Somebody moved my backpack." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." He replied while he unzipped it, looking to see if the joint he had left was still where it was supposed to be (it was), if the magazine was where it was supposed to be (it was, he thought), and to see if the condoms were still there (they weren't). The condoms were gone. He quickly opened up the rest of the pockets looking for them, though he was sure he had left them in the first pocket he had looked in. He found the box in one of the front pockets and looked inside. "Damn it. Your brothers stole my rubbers." "How do you know it was my brothers?" "Cause I had a new 12-pack when I got here. I opened it up and put one in my pocket, and left the rest here. Now there's only 4 left. So 7 are missing. You figure it out." Casey was pissed about two things, well three really. One, someone had gone through his personal things. Two, someone had stolen from him - and it was condoms they stole at that. Three, the one condom he was hoping to use that morning, he didn't get to. He wanted to have some fun with Andrea over at her friend Donna's house, hoping to maybe get Donna into a threesome. He knew that Donna would probably be game for it, as she was much wilder. He also knew Donna was on the pill, which is what he wished Andrea would hurry up and do as well. However, she was pretty adamant about not doing that, despite his strong desire to actually know what it would feel like to shoot inside a girl. Andrea was the second girl he had had sex with, but the other one required a condom also. It was expensive, messy for him, and took a lot of the fun and forbidden excitement out of the act as far as he was concerned. Andrea, for her part, wasn't necessarily concerned about his blaming her brothers; she was, however, now wondering why he had brought over that many condoms and left them where anybody could possibly find them, and exactly why he thought he needed to bring a condom with him to Donna's. She told him that they were only going over for a few minutes. Why would he do that? "Why did you do that?" "Why would I do what?" He snapped back at her. If he only knew that her growing anger wasn't with him, but against him. He wasn't helping himself any snapping at her. "Why did you bring a rubber to Donna's?" "Oh. Uh." Now he realized he might be in deep shit. Before he was just thinking to be prepared just in case the impossible presented itself as a possible. You never know, and it would suck if he had the chance and no protection. But now he realized that it simply looked as if he had been planning this and was trying to make it happen. On the other hand, if he admitted he was just hoping for the chance, what would he be saying about Andrea? There was no good way out of this, except to deflect: "It doesn't matter. Your brothers" (and here he stressed 'your') "came into your room" (again the stress) "without asking and went through my things, which I had left on your bed." (still stressing her indirect involvement) "They fucking stole from me. And now they can tell your parents what they found!" "MY brothers are not thieves. And what the hell were you thinking bringing a whole box of rubbers into my house! MY bedroom?! And why did you just have to make sure you brought one with you to Donna's?" Andrea was tapping her foot waiting for an answer from her now sheepish boyfriend. "Uh. Just, uh. . . . . . .To be prepared. You know." "No, I don't know. Be prepared for what?" Casey looked like a deer in the headlights. He couldn't answer. "Did you think I was going to want to have sex with you at Donna's?" Casey turned red and looked down at the ground. "Oh my god, Casey, were you thinking Donna would join us or something??" "Um, well . . . . " "Get out!" "Andrea, wait. It was your brothers that . . . . " "GET! OUT!!" Andrea was pissed. Casey left with his bag, the four remaining condoms in a box, and the condom in his pocket. He knew Andrea would be over it in a couple of days and that they would be together again soon enough, but his day, which had had the promise of going so nice, now sucked. Someone had invaded his personal space, stolen from him, and gotten his girlfriend mad at him. He was pissed, and damned if he was going to let her lousy brothers get away with it. Then he remembered that a cousin or something was visiting. He would start there. Casey ran into Mike, Andrea's 12 year old brother, and the cousin, Duncan (who we know from Indian Spring). Casey asked if they had gone through his bag, which they vigorously denied. They weren't stupid, and they could see that Casey was pissed. He accused them straight away of stealing rubbers from him, without realizing that if it had not been them, then he was simply admitting what he had had in his bag and had brought into their house. The two accused didn't really care that he had had them in the first place and didn't care what he was doing with Andrea, or vice versa. But there was no way they wanted to admit to this angry boy three years older and a three years bigger that they had trespassed and stolen. So they blamed it on Ryan, one year older. And, unfortunately for Ryan, they were pretty convincing. They honestly did not think it would be as much of a big deal concerning Ryan, because he was older (big difference between 12 and 13); and the items in question, after all, were just condoms. It was an exciting and exotic find for two 12 year olds, but they didn't think that the items were particularly expensive, or that it was that big a deal to be looking through someone's bookbag. So Mike and Duncan, after convincing Casey to look elsewhere, went off to play. Specifically, they went off to try on the condoms, somewhere out of the house. Casey meanwhile, his girlfriend still shut up in her room, went off to look for the 'elsewhere' where he should be looking, specifically the 13 year old brother, Ryan. Ryan, who was in his room, still did not know the other two boys had been in the bag before him, and he definitely did not know that they had placed the blame on him. So, when Casey came in his room to talk about it, he confessed that he had taken a couple because he wanted to know how to put one on and what it felt like. "A couple?" "Yeah, Casey. Uh, sorry for going through your stuff, I guess." "I see." Casey said calmly. "You want to know what a rubber feels like." It was more of a statement than a question, which Ryan noted apprehensively but still responded with, "Uh, yeah, I did." Now Casey, who was 15 at the time, was a little something of a bully and definitely had a mean streak that came out every now and then. He dropped his backpack to the floor and repeated, but this time more like asking, "So you wanted to know what a rubber felt like, huh Ryan?" "Um, yeah Casey, sorry. Uh, what are you doing?" "I'm going to show you what a rubber feels like, Ryan," Casey said as he shut the boy's bedroom door behind him and locked it, "and I'm going to teach you to never go through my things again." What happened afterward stunned poor Ryan who watched as Casey came over to the bed where he was sitting and sat down. He opened up his backpack and pulled out a large tube of something. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom he had taken with him to Donna's. He handed it to Ryan and said, "Open it up." as Ryan was doing this, Casey stood up and dropped his pants and underwear. Sitting back down, he told the astonished Ryan, "Now, roll it down my dick, Ryan." "What?" "Well, I'm guessing you also wanted to know what it was like to put on a condom." "Uh, yeah, but . . . . " "Well, I'm going to make sure you know how to do it correctly." "I can, uh, figure it out on my own, Casey." "There my rubbers, so we'll do it my way." "I don't want to . . . . " "Start putting the rubber on my dick, you little shit; I'm not going to tell you again." Smelling fear in the younger boy, and knowing the options open to him, gave Casey a full hard on. Plus, he had been denied the pleasure of taking care of that erection naturally with Ryan's sister. So he had had a near chub for a while. Ryan meanwhile complied with the order, and after he finished, with some instruction from Casey in the process, the older boy picked up the tube of KY. "What's that for?" asked Ryan. "This," Casey began to explain, "is lube. It's what you use to make it easier to fuck if it isn't slick enough from the juices - meaning, usually a pussy. Well, usually a girl's pussy," he said as he began to put a large amount all over his condom covered cock. Ryan understood the basic concept, though he did not know why Casey was during this in his room. It made him more than a little nervous, given that he was doing it right in front of him and was obviously angry. He could not help but notice, though, that the older boy was very hard and definitely looked ready to fuck something, perhaps just his own hand. But that was a lot of lube for just a handjob, and Ryan commented on that, "How come you were using so much lube?" Casey answered him, "You have to use a lot, especially on a virgin." "Huh? " Ryan asked, thinking this whole undertaking was a strange informational session from someone who seemed so calmly pissed with him. Besides he didn't think Andrea was a virgin anymore, and besides that as well, she wasn't even here. "There's no girl in here." Instead of giving him a verbal answer, though, Casey just stood up and, at the same time, grabbed the belt loop of the boy's pants and just flipped him around so that Ryan landed on his stomach on his bed but with his legs hanging off the side. Casey put one hand in the small of Ryan's back to hold him down and, with his other hand, reached under to the boy's crotch and snapped the button on the jeans and pulled the zipper down. Ryan still did not know quite what was happening but obviously began protesting anyway. Casey just told him, "Shut up, Ryan, your little brother and cousin might hear you, and you really don't want them to see what I am about to do to you." Then it hit him. Ryan suddenly realized what was happening, and he began to struggle against Casey. He hollered out against the older boy, but the process was futile as he felt the boy's hand reach into the back of his briefs and his now loosened jeans. The other hand still hand him pinned to the bed, and Casey's knees soon pressed between Ryan's legs, forcing the waist of his jeans and underwear, now just above his knees, into the side of the bed, effectively pinning his legs as well. Casey looked down at the creamy backside of the struggling boy, still unblemished without spot or hair. He guessed Ryan was old enough to come, to jack off nightly, but this did not concern him. He had actually never thought of doing this to a boy before, or even to a girl. After all, a girl already had a perfectly good hole that was a sight cleaner than where he was about to go. He advised the boy again to be quiet. "It's all the same to me, Ryan. This hard dick that you so lovingly wrapped with one of my remaining condoms is about to travel through this small - " at this point he parted the cheeks lower down to take a look, "-wow, it is small. Shit this is gonna be tighter than your sister's pussy." And, he was thinking, it's clean, too. At least it looks clean. He hadn't really expected it to be clean. "Let me go, Casey." "Anyway as I was saying, now listen closely Ryan, so you know exactly what is going to happen and understand that there is nothing you can do that will change this from happening. I don't care if you want your little brother and cousin watching you get stuffed. That's up to you; but you're getting stuffed by this dick right here, right through your back door." "Let me go, Casey. I'm going to tell." He had, however, lowered his voice considerably, now speaking in tones quiet enough that showed he really didn't want his brother walking in on him in this position. "Who are you going to want to tell about this?" "I'll tell my parents." Casey was figuring that the kid wouldn't own up to anybody shortly, so he disregarded the statement. "I doubt it. Now be quiet and let me finish so we don't have to do this twice." Twice? That word caught Ryan's attention long enough that he was quiet for Casey's statement, and even momentarily quit struggling. A bad move on his part as it simply allowed Casey to shift his position and body weight in a way that blocked off any realistic chance of Ryan easily getting out of his position. He then heard the older boy in his ear, "First of all, I take it you're a virgin? As Ryan felt these words whispered hotly in his ears, he also felt the rubber covered dickhead squeeze through and part his buttcheeks and hit the floor of the valley inside. He felt it press against his skin and move downward toward his hole. He then felt it press dangerously against the more sensitive skin over the muscle guarding the entry to within him. He was nervous and breathing hard, starting to sweat, his fear level tripling just from the pressure of another boy's hardness right there. He had never dreamed anything like this could happen. "No, don't, Casey." "I asked you a question, Ryan, have you ever had a dick up your ass?" "Casey, I'm sorry I took them, I'll get you some more. Don't do this." "I'm going to, for every one of those condoms, you're going to feel my dick slide up your ass and fuck you." "No, Casey. I'm not like that." In truth he had never fully thought out how people who were 'like that' did this. He had a pretty good idea right now though. "That's true," Casey answered, his spongy head still just flattening out slightly from the low pressure exerted so far against the closed hole. He continued with some bizarre and confused logic such as can only come from a straight horny boy just wanting to get off in a forbidden and tempting way. "You aren't like that yet; but you will be if I actually leave my sperm in you. Once some boy cums inside you for real, like no condom, it's like a marker, you know. It means your ass is open for business, like whenever, and maybe whoever. But this here, this is just to teach you a lesson." "I got it Casey; you don't have to teach me anymore." "Well, that's too late. I think I'm going to like being a teacher. Now which way do you want it?" "I don't Casey." "If you keep saying that and don't act right, then I'll take the condom off and leave all my cum deep in your ass, right after I fuck your butt real good. Then maybe I'll let your friends know how you like to take it." "No!" "All right, I'm taking the rubber off; I for sure thought you were just interested in seeing what they felt like. I didn't think you were into the gay sex. But if that's what you want, I can fuck you for real." "No Casey, don't do that!! Please! Just, uh, just . . . . don't, I mean just, uh, leave the rubber on." "So you want me to fuck you with my cock wrapped?" The answer to this was the hardest thing Ryan ever had to say in his life up to this point. "Yes," he said meekly. "What was that?" Casey asked, putting a little bit more pressure behind his head trying to dive down Ryan's still young and hairless rabbit hole. "Say it in a complete sentence." There was silence; Ryan could not bring himself to say anything. "Ryan, say it in a complete sentence." "Casey." Then he stopped; he coudn't do this. He could not just invite the boy in. This was something he just wasn't meant to do. But the alternatives were bleak, and he was pinned down in an embarrassing position. "OK. Please fuck me with a rubber on." Ryan's voice cracked with the last part, but Casey only just got harder and began pressing forward as he heard it. The hole yielded only slightly before going no further. Casey was applying pressure, but he wasn't getting in. He leaned forward across Ryan's back and whispered again hotly, directly into his ear, "Ryan, let me in. Let my dick in through your hole." The heat from the boy laying across his back, pinning his legs and jeans to the bed, and the hot breath sultry on his ear were enough for the boy to just let him in. He caught himself getting hard, before, suddenly, he remembered that this was a boy laying on top of him, and that he was bent over with his butthole exposed and about to be penetrated by a hot and very hard dick. This was a boy! Wanting to FUCK him! He snapped back to his reality. There was no way he was just completely going to let this happen. "Come on, man. Loosen up." Ryan couldn't say no, then Casey might try it without the condom. Greased up and persistant, he would probably get it in, too. But if Ryan said he was trying, and it still didn't work, then maybe Casey would quit. It was worth a shot to Ryan. "I'm trying! Youre just too big, and it's too small back there. And it's not supposed to be used like this. It's not my fault." "Its not suppose to happen for ME to be on the bottom, but for YOU, today, it is supposed to happen. Don't forget, you asked for this. And it's not to big to go in. You shit out logs thicker than my dick sometimes, I bet." That was it, Ryan thought. He didn't want the dick going inside him, but how could he make extra sure it wouldn't work? The same way he crapped! When he took a crap he pushed the shit out of him. If he did that then he would be pushing against Casey's dick, forcing it the other direction. He decided that's what he would do - push against Casey's dick, bearing down like he had to take a crap. That would keep him out. Just to make sure, he would tell Casey he was trying some more, and he now had hope the other boy would soon give up, the older boy that was now bearing his weight slightly down and across the whole of his back, standing on the floor behind him, bending him over the bed, and holding him at the shoulder and the other hand in his hair at the top of his head, trying to pull him in onto his dick. "I am trying Casey. Here goes another try:" And with that, Ryan beared down like he was going to shit out the dick and . . . . . . . Whoomp!! In plopped the head with a pop and about an inch of shaft sank in with it. "What the fuck?" Yelled out Ryan, surprised as shit about what just happened. He had been pressing the other way, trying to keep the hard cock out of his ass. How did that bearing down suddenly just give access to the inside of his butt to this older boy? "Oh shit, Ryan! Nice! That's the way to do it, buddy. Now you're getting it." Both boys had come to a stop at the same time; both generally surprised at what happened. The only difference was one boy was exhilarated with the result, and the other boy was terrified in a way about what just happened. "Damn, your ass feels nice, Ryan." "Uh, thanks." The poor bottom boy was still reeling a little from the combination of confusion, embarrassment, and a kind of impending doom. "It's so tight. Hot. Warm. Both. And it's all over; it's like pussy, but better." "Oh." He was still bent over the bed, and now impaled along with it, while Casey had leaned back and was holding the soft cheeks that he was already imagining sinking into. "You aren't hurting?" "Um, no. It's OK." Ryan couldn't believe those words just slipped out of his mouth. Daze or no daze. Still, it was true that it didn't hurt; well not so much. He had expected it would hurt much more. Maybe it was just that the surprise of the backfire in his plan had taken his attention away from the entry pain. "How did you open up like that, all of a sudden?" "Oh, I, uh, just pushed back like I was taking crap." "Sweet. How did you know to do that?" "I didn't. I was just, um, trying different stuff." Damn, the surprise was wearing off, and it felt like a huge log just got stuck in the middle of taking a dump. "Well do it again." Again, Ryan wanted to say NO, but he knew where that would take him. Besides, he felt he needed to move this feeling of a turd damming up the works along. It was like sitting there with a mother load of stool no longer easing out into the toilet. Something had to give soon and get it moving. So instead of balking, he just went along with things, trying to close at least part of his mind to what was happening. "OK, let me know when you want me to do it." "Now, boy. I'm going to start pushing into you." The push alone was working, slowly - painfully for one and incredibly pleasurably for the other - when Ryan beared down again, and his ass opened up. Casey both felt and watched 2 more inches of his shaft sink into that luscious butt. There was only a little left remaining when he stopped the second time. It was hotter than hell just to look down and see a stub of his thick dick coming out of a curlyque nest of brown pubic hairs and disappearing into an indention in the hairless crack of a young boy's ass before him. "Oh shit Ryan, your ass is nice. I mean it feels so good. I'm going to fill this rubber up with more come than I ever shot in your sister." These were not things Ryan wanted to hear. "How much is left?" "Just about another inch or two. Why? You anxious to get this started?" He punctuated this with a slap to the boy's right butt cheek. "Ow!! Uh . . . ." "Don't worry, Ryan. You're going to get it all. I'm gong to fuck your ass good. Nothing will change that. If I come too early, I'll put on another rubber and we'll try it again a little later." "Great." His response was flat and subtly sarcastic. He could feel his hole stretched out, barely able but trying to contain this monster lodged inside and just sitting there in his bowels. The most private part of his bowels. Just hanging out in there, like being out at a ball game. But this was a ball game he didn't want to play. He definitely didn't want to be a catcher. The pitcher for today's game just laughed. "I knew you would like this. You were practically begging to have your pussy stretched. Now push back again and let me feed you the rest." For the most part, Ryan was on auto-pilot. He bore down again and felt the last of the dick slide in, holding his hole open and strained. He could feel the heaviness of the dick just laying there in his belly. It felt like it went so far up and inside. And then he felt his buttocks compressed and crushed by the eager pressing of Casey's bigger and stronger body into his, feeling those crinkly hairs from the bush scratching an indention into his crack. "Ah yeah, that's it! That feels so good. You're pretty good at this, Ryan. You aren't hurting real bad are you?" That was as far as Casey's concerns went, or got expressed. As the incredible feelings began building up along his dick and up his body, it all became about him and his domination of this poor boy who had gone snooping where he shouldn't have. On Ryan's part, he was wide eyed and unbelieving that this was actually happening. All he could manage in response was a shake of the head that came as automatically as his obedience in opening up his bowels to Casey. The stretching did hurt a little, but he was too astonished to register the pain, and his reflex response simply acknowledged this. "Good." Said Casey. "Then we can get going. I'm ready to bust a nut. I'm going to start fucking slow. Then, I'm gonna pump you deep and hard, and all you gotta do is moan or groan. It won't really matter whether you like it or not, as long as you get what you asked for - a nice long feel of a cock in a rubber." And as he was talking, Casey began a gentle rocking motion moving a half-inch, then an inch, of his shaft in and out of Ryan's butt. In and out. In and out. In and out. The soothing repetitive motion over and across the stretched anal muscle, massaging the sensitive nerve endings of the younger boy's previously unused butt, tight against the moving, invading hard rod of flesh, was having unexpected consequences for Ryan. He had first begun to physically struggle against Casey and throw him off, but Casey had him pinned and was undeterred in his rate and force of fucks into the boy's ass. What was unexpected for Ryan, was that while he was on the outside fighting Casey, he was on the inside fighting himself. Part of this sexual assault on his incipient manhood was actually feeling good. It couldn't be and this was not supposed to happen. It didn't feel totally awesome, but no part of it was supposed to feel actually good. Casey was holding the boy down easily against his struggling while he continued to push his last two inches of dick back up into the rectum from where he had just withdrawn them. He was listening to the boy began a controlled breathing, as though he were in pain or concentrating hard to will this to not be happening. He didn't think the boy was in pain as he was pretty sure he heard the occasionally whimper of a pleasured moan coming out. He decided to play with the boy some more, mainly more for the fun of pressing the point that he just lost his virginity to another guy. "You feel that Ryan?" He asked on another upstroke back up into the squirming boy's rectum. "That's just my last two inches of dick fucking you. The thing is, I could stop now and you've technically already been fucked, once I started going in and out of you." He continued talking the whole time, even as he moved now abut 2 1/4 inches of dick in and out. "If I were to stop now, you would always know that another guy took your cherry. That another guy took his hard dick, pointed it straight at your virgin hole and slid it right in, and then he, meaning me, fucked you good in and out of this tight ass. You will always know that. Just like I will always be able to see you and see your ass in school, even covered, and know that I've been deep up inside there. No matter what, I will always be able to say that I fucked Ryan O'Shaunessy's ass. I fucked him good and took his cherry on my hard dick. And he liked it." "No I didn't," Ryan moaned out, not thinking about the verb tense, and not sounding convincing either. "Oh, yes you do, Ryan." Casey noted the subtle changes in Ryan's physical protests, he seemed to be pushing against the boy slightly on the instrokes. Casey was now moving 3 1/2 inches in and out of the boy's ass, rubbing right on the prostate, though neither boy knew what this was exactly or where. He also heard changes in the boy's labored breathing that began to sound more like his sister Andrea when she was just starting to get in to a good fucking. Casey smiled and kept up his banter, "Yeah boy, you're gonna see me and always remember what I feel like deep inside your gut, and you'll be itching to have me come back up inside the back door again." "No." This was grunted out, but also not terribly convincing, though it did have the overtones of a boy who was helpless and held against his will, his fight slowly dying out of him. The feeling of relief in passing a large stool always on the verge of happening before he was filled up again. It was a tantalizing sensation that he was cyclically starting to look forward to each time the older boy's thick shaft delved in and stretched things out, just a fraction more than the stretch at the neck below the head of the dick. On top of that, he was feeling something else on each pass of the dickhead just inside his hole and more on the downward portion of the inthrust. Whatever this was, it was giving him weird feelings, making him squirm in different ways, and taking away his concentration on fighting this violation however he could. "Yes. You'll be able to think of me as the boy who taught you that you have a nice, tight pussy, and as the one who taught you to use it right." These words were making it into the assaulted mind and worldview of Ryan, though it made him feel even more embarrassed. The motion in his ass, four inches of hard dick, however, was simply making him horny, along with even more embarrassed. "Now Ryan, I'm going to start fucking you good and hard, and I might stop at some point and ask you what you want. You're gonna say you want me to keep going, to keep fucking you, and to fuck you deeper in your ass. You got that? Because if you don't, I'll pull this rubber off and go right back up your greased hole." "No! I got it" Casey had leaned back up to a standing position behind the boy bent over the bed. He had his hands clasped firmly at the boy's waist and was now fucking in earnest, pulling the boy hard onto his dick and listening to the grunts and short moans in the slightly higher and younger voice punctuating the stillness of the room. Casey was now feeling the warm glove run the whole length of his dick as he went in and out of the rectum. It felt so amazingly good, that he didn't want to stop even for his own plan of enjoying the torment of the 13 year old boy. He did, however, ask Ryan, "Tell me what you want, Ryan." There was a moment of silence and Casey reiterated, "Come on, Ryan, tell me what you want. What is you want right now?" "I want . . . . . you . . . .nnngh . . . . . to keep . . . . . . ohh . . . . . fucking . . . me." "Tell me how you want me." "I want . . . . .you hard." "And?" "Nnngh . . . . deep." "Deep in what?" "My . . . . .ohh . . . .nngh . . ass." Ryan turned a sharper shade of red as he said all of this. The exchange was followed by a deeper groan as he felt the dick that had just been pulled out to where the ridge of its head was just tensing and pulling out his anal ring now plunged headlong straight down his bowel and deep inside, buried to the hilt so that he could feel the 15 year-old nest of pubic hair pressed against and pushing in his naked buns, like cushions on a couch. The cushioning relayed the impact of Casey's pelvic bone against his own butt bone. The impact was brief, however, for as soon as Casey slammed into the backside of Ryan, he slid the whole length of his five and half inches of shaft back down the boy's inner tubing, again tensing the hole with his dickhead as if it were a plunger that was not coming out. The angle ring was pulled out only slightly and for a very brief moment, before the shaft was again thrust inward until the impact of pelvic bone against butt cushioning prevented it going any farther. Indeed, there was not a whole lot farther the teenage steel rod could go. As it was, Casey was straining against the limits of pushing more in, and it was a wonder that the condom did not unroll or come off with the effort of the thrusts, the depth of the plunges, and tightness of the younger boy's formerly virgin muscle. Casey's dick was not as wide as a few boys his age or as thick as many men's, and it is most likely that Ryan had passed a few stools that were thicker; but never had he had anything keep his asshole opened for anywhere near this long. And not just opened, but opened so wide that he was stretched, not necessarily to his limit, but near enough to it that all he wanted was to fulfill the sensation desired by sliding it all the way out; however, the motion he would normally create lower down in his butt to achieve this when passing stool, only paved the way for the weird sensation of re-entry and the seemingly unending feeling of being stretched open back there. It was a perverted give-and-take situation where he was teased with relief and kept on hold while the boy riding his ass was building toward a massive orgasm. On maximum entry, Ryan could feel the head of the plunger moving deep into his bowels, feeling like it was going toward his stomach, or rather the middle of his belly. It was a long way in, a long way out, and a long way back in again. He was not sure when this torture would ever end, this torture that was not really painful or one that he was still so surely against. It was degrading, embarrassing to have another boy plunging your ass, and in many ways uncomfortable, but his head was swimming with conflict even as he found himself pushing back every now and then against the other boy's body, wanting feel the full press of skin against his naked buttocks. Ryan felt Casey shift positions such that he was now moving his hands up the bent over boy's body and leaning down over him increasing the amount of contact of skin on skin. Casey now had the whole of his chest and belly pressed against Ryan's back, changing his thrusts to shorter ones of about two inches and with harder impacts. Casey's breath was quicker, in short gasps, and hot on the younger boy's cheek. He was grunting with each slam into the soft quivering bottom that was receiving the wham of every impact from the eager fucking that he was giving. He pressed his mouth to the rim of the boy's ear and whispered low and hotly, "I'm going to cum, Ryan. Your ass has been so hot. I wish you could feel what I want to give you deep inside instead of just the rubber." The heat from Casey's body, and the feel of the whole of it across his back, over his butt, and down the back of his legs, was turning him on in such a way that all he felt was an increased confusion. The hot breath in his ear and the whispered confession just drove him more to this strange state of not knowing what he was feeling or why he wasn't reacting more strongly against this defilement. Whatever it was, he now felt a more purposeful drive into his ass that was followed by a barely sensed throb from the dick that held the normally protective muscle open. The throb, he knew, was the rush of another boy's cum, another boy's semen, into the depths of his bowels. Boy sperm, and probably a lot of it, was being shot up into his body. It was hardly a comfort that all of the semen would be captured by the condom covering the hard prick now jabbing adamantly in its last throes at his back door. Still, at least when he got up from this humiliating position, there would not be the knowledge that some boy had left his sperm inside him; perhaps it would be enough to help him forget at least some of what happened here. For Casey, he was not sure when the last time was that he had a feeling this pleasurable, both from the physical contact of the anal walls against this penis, and from the fulfillment of the domination of his Alpha male victory over the subordinate boy. It was an intense and unimaginable orgasm that flowed through his body up his pulsating dick and about the tip, with the remnants of the orgasm barely contained by the stretching material of the rubber. It was so intense, as his thrusts died out, he left his spent boyhood planted in the pliable and fertile pleasure ground of Ryan's young round butt. He collapsed, adding his weight to the heat sensation that the young boy had already felt along its back. Ryan was on the verge of coming himself, much to his horror that this could happen after what he had been subjected to. Perhaps it was the unimagined novelty of the experience that both led him to an orgasm and also cut him just short of having one. Regardless, all he was left with, were some desperate panting breaths in the aftermath of the last pummeling of his ass by the last 2 inches of hard dick and also with some dribbling of interrupted cum from the tip of his own semi-rigid dick that had been scraping against the top cover of his bed as he was bent over it. He now felt the weight of the older boy laying on him, pressing him down onto his bed. His hole, still held open by deflating penis, now felt slightly sore, and definitely used. This realization occupied his mind the whole time the dead weight of a muscular, dominating boy held him down on the bed: his asshole had been used, and used well, for the pleasure of another boy. Eventually, Casey recovered his senses, lifted himself up by his arms, looked down the back of the boy under him to where the curves of his ass began, and let his eyes wander down the crack that separated those white rounded cheeks and slipped down, rounding out and over to plunge below to the point where a still thick, yet soft and diminishing cock, the last inch or two that could be seen, held open a small area where the cheeks wanted to come together and protect the penetrated hole within. He watched as he pulled the last of his dick free from Ryan's wonder zone, the condom heavy with white cream that had been denied a final resting place more than 5 inches up the rectum of the 13 year old recently virgin boy. Casey slipped his thumbs down to pry open the ass cheeks at the point where they had been greased up by the recent action of his cock and pried them apart to reveal the former cherry center. Although now it looked more like a cherry than before, being a little puffy and a little reddened, in Casey's mind this winking entry was simply well on its way to becoming an experienced pleasure port over the next week or two for his teenage submarine. Since Ryan had taken, at least as far as Casey knew, seven of his condoms, he was entitled to visit this rear entry six more times with a condom on his cock. Casey told this to the boy patiently waiting for him to finish whatever post-fucking examination he was making, so that he could get dressed and put this behind him, no pun intended. "Since there were seven rubbers involved, Ryan, and since I want to make sure you've learned your lesson about going through my things, we're going to go through this six more times." He said this while holding a cheek in each hand and a thumb on either side of the stretched out hole that was trying to come back together completely again. Ryan, still not knowing that his young brother and cousin had blamed him for all of the missing condoms, including the five that they took, thought that the seven condoms to which Casey referred were simply the six that had been in the backpack when he took two out, plus the one in Casey's jeans - the he had just been fucked with.. So he still had no idea that he had, in a sense, been set up to receive an unfair punishment; but what he did know was that he did not want to be subjected to this again, much less six more times. "No," he said still bent over the bed with Casey holding his cheeks apart "you can't do this again. I don't want to be like this. I'm sorry I took anything, Casey. I'm sorry I Iooked in your backpack; I promise I won't do it again. I learned my lesson. Just let me go." "Oh, you have learned your lesson, partly. But seven condoms, seven fucks. Now I'm going to get them, with or without the condoms. So, what do you say? If I hear any 'no' or any pleading, I'm just going to do it without the rubber. And you know, once you've got some sperm in your ass then you're fair game for anybody at any time, especially me. It's just like planting the flag, except I'll be planting my sperm. So think carefully before you say anything, and let me know what you what." He punctuated this last statement with a slap on Ryan's bare butt. Ryan felt Casey move away and thought carefully about his answer. He knew the boy was serious, and as much as he hated it, as much as he did not want to do this, he was pretty sure that the next time Casey tried it, he would be just as successful. Ryan could not bring himself to tell anybody what had just happened and figured that he was going to have to find a way to just live with it. He was going to have to let Casey have his way with his poor sore butt and just hope that it would all be over soon. As he stood up, Casey watched him reached down to his pants and underwear to pull them up and over his unrelieved balls, his soft but filled out four inch penis, and the small but growing patch of black curly hairs, matching the color of his straighter hair on top of his head. He finally responded, "OK Casey, fine, what do I have to do? and you promise it'll only be six times?" "Sure, six more times, provided you do everything you are supposed to, everything you're told to do." "You won't tell anybody?" "Are you going to do what I tell you?" Ryan sighed as he what Casey tuck back into his pants the sausage that had just been up inside his butt and said defeatedly, "Yes. I promise." He wanted to cry, but he definitely couldn't do that in front of the older boy. He had to keep some dignity, at least. "Then I won't say anything to anybody. And I'm pretty sure that you'll stay out of my stuff from here on out." Ryan just nodded and listened to his instructions. Casey told him he would have to go to the store and buy a pack of condoms. It had to be a 12 pack, and the same type and variety that Casey had bought. He was to show it to Casey unopened the next time that Casey came over, which would probably be in two days. They would then open the box and one of the condoms and get to work on the second lesson. From that time and until after the seventh fuck, Ryan was to always have a condom somewhere on his person ready for Casey whenever and wherever Casey wanted, and in case he wanted to do it more than once in a day, it would be a good idea if Ryan had a backup supply. Ryan was to keep the others in his backpack at all times. If any point, he did not have a condom, then Casey reserved the option to do him bareback, or to start all over with a new box. Ryan agreed to the terms, because he simply could not see any other way out of this. He did have a couple of questions for Casey. He wanted to know what the wherever part of getting screwed meant. He had figured this would just be happening in his bedroom over the next couple of weeks. Casey responded, "Wherever means that you better be ready to bend over the bench in PE, lean up against the wall in the showers, bend over a sink in the school bathroom, over a picnic table in the park, or wherever I see you or want you to go. And if you give me any lip, that's what those other six rubbers are for. They're for me to teach you a lesson about arguing, and I may let somebody else use them." Ryan was about to argue this in fact, but Casey cut him off with a "What's that? You have a complaint?" He couldn't believe this was happening. Things like this don't happen, do they? This wasn't how his life was supposed to go, he was just now really getting a strong interest in girls; and now it was like he was being turned into one. Still, he felt helpless and did not know how to respond except to say, "No, Casey, I don't have a complaint. I'll get the condoms, and I'll do what you say." "Good," Casey, as he picked up his backpack and headed toward the door, "Well, fuck ya later, Ryan, and tell your sister that I'll give her a call when she's in a better mood." Casey left Ryan's room and walked on home, still in euphoria over his incredible orgasm and his domination of the boy. He was himself a little confused over what had just gone on. He thought himself as straight, and there was no doubt he liked girls. He thought Andrea's pussy was about the hottest thing you could hope for and nothing was better than fucking it. However, that session with Ryan, which was started more out of anger and punishment with a little bit of Alpha domination thrown in, was plenty hot in and of itself. He had never thought about screwing a boy before, but the feelings were incredible. He couldn't deny that he loved it; it was so hot and tight and all over his dick all at once when he was thrusting in. He wasn't sure he actually wanted to try it without a condom, that could be a little gross, but he definitely wanted to do it again. Even with the great feelings, he still did not want to go that way in life. He was going to enjoy these next six times and then that would be it. Casey planned on keeping his agreement; he wasn't so bad a kid that he wouldn't do that. But it was now only summer, so why did he bring up the possibility of doing things at school? Could he really want to do this more than just six times? No, certainly not. He knew what he was; he was a straight boy, a tough boy at that. He was just enjoying making sure someone beneath him understood where he was in line. It was the same as putting somebody in place at school, except that this way just gave him an orgasm. He was keeping his agreement with Ryan, provided the boy kept his part of the understanding. Still, as he wound his way home with his dick getting hard once again, thinking about what happened today, he began hoping, perhaps subconsciously, that Ryan would somehow make a mistake. As each boy went to bed that night, both were a little confused, but they had entirely different feelings in the confusion about what happened that afternoon. When getting ready for bed, Ryan stepped out of the shower and glimpsed his naked profile in the mirror, his eyes wandered down the line of his back out across and over the curve of his butt. He immediately pictured himself bent over and impaled on the thicker cock of some unknown boy standing behind him grasping his hips and ready to thrust himself within. He shook himself off of the thought, embarrassed to look at himself again in the mirror, and finished dressing for bed. While laying there, he did not know whether to cry himself to sleep, to push the thoughts from out of his head and pretend nothing happened, or to figure a way out of it all. While he wrestled with his decision, he eventually fell asleep, in the same bed where just hours earlier he had been bent over and used like a girl. Casey's confusion was different, as he lay in bed trying to sleep. His nightly thoughts and relaxation holding his hard dick thinking about his girlfriend were interrupted by thoughts of a squeezable white ass, a boy's ass, sliding down his hard prick. This time, there was no condom. And it wasn't necessarily even Ryan's ass that he was grasping on and thrusting up into. As he shot an equally large load high up into to the air, he imagined it going deep into some boy's rectum - any boy, really. He began to fall asleep in a post-orgasmic bliss, with an idle thought of wondering how tight Ryan's little brother Michael's ass might be, and even if little Mikey could come. It might be nice to find out....