Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:14:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jamie Whatnot <jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rude-Awakenings3

Rude Awakenings 3

(Gay/Youth)

By Jamie Whatnot

email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com


First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a series of stories that
involves gay sexual encounters -- sometimes non-consensual - between youths,
and between youths and older men. There are occasionally also elements of
incest. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where
you are, then turn back now.  All constructive comments and/or suggestions
are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer
probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at
nifty.org. Thank you.





OKAY, so you've heard about me and my straight mate Josh in Part 1 and what
happened when I was much younger with my brother Craig in Part 2. Let's
scoot forward again to tell you about what happened just a couple of months
after my encounter with Josh in the office of the youth club.

I was at home one Saturday morning and, for a change, the house was empty
apart from me. I'd eaten breakfast and was sitting at the computer in my
room. I'd not yet showered so I was still wearing the t-shirt and boxers
I'd slept in.

After checking my email and some message boards, I went to my favourite
webcam site -- one of those 24/7 things where a guy just sets up a webcam in
his room and lets it run constantly. When you go there, you never know
whether you'd find him sleeping, eating, wanking, or scratching his
arse. One day a few weeks before, I visited and found some completely
different guy on the camera stroking his dick, with the usual blonde one
nowhere to be seen. It seems he'd let one of his mates use the computer for
the evening and the thought that so many strangers were watching him had
just gotten too much for this bloke.

Anyway, I fancied my chances that morning and was happy to see the site's
owner sitting there on cam, hair dishevelled from just having got out of
bed, and tugging on a really hot-looking hard-on.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff we're all waiting for!" I muttered to myself as
I pulled my stiffening dick out of the leg of my boxers and started rubbing
it.

On my monitor, the cam guy was now standing so that his audience couldn't
see his face but was getting a really good close-up of hairy belly and his
cock as he wanked it hard.

My own pace became more frantic and I was just getting to the vinegar
stroke when I heard the doorbell go downstairs and the dog going apeshit.

For a minute I was inclined to ignore it -- let whoever it was come back
later. But then I heard another ding-dong, more barking and a crash as one
of mum's precious ornaments hit the floor, courtesy of our loony fucking
Alsatian.

I left the cam site running, tucked my cock away and went downstairs to see
what was going on. Barney, the dog, was running up and down the hallway. I
realised I'd left the kitchen door open when I'd gone down earlier.

I put him back into the kitchen and was just padding down the hallway
towards the stairs when the doorbell rang again.

I opened the door and poked my head around. I still had a bit of a semi in
the pants department and I didn't want whoever it was to see it.  On the
other side of the door was a giant cardboard carton that seemed to have
legs.

"Hello?" said a disembodied voice. "Parcel for a Mrs Moreton?"  I groaned
inwardly. It looked like another of my mum's stock deliveries. She does all
this buying and selling on eBay, you see - knickers from the China and that
sort of thing.

"Um, ok, you'd better bring it in," I said. "Just drop it anywhere."

The courier guy came in with the box and dumped it next to the stairs. For
the first time I saw his face. He was a bit of a scruffy git. He had a
couple of days' growth on his chin, a pierced eyebrow and a tattoo on his
neck. I'd guess he was about 32 years old and even though it was early,
he'd obviously been hard at work because the sweat trickled down his number
1 crop. In felt marker on his overall he had the name "Neil" scrawled above
his left breast pocket.

Neil thrust some pink and green papers at me. "Can you sign for it?"

"Yeah, okay," I answered.

He looked doubtful. "You need to be 18 to sign for this stuff, mate," he
snarled.

"Eighteen last month," I lied as I scribbled a signature on the forms.

Neil grunted a Neanderthal "cheers" and was about to go when he turned and
asked: "Can I use your bog?

I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. Upstairs, third on the left."

"Cheers, mate, I'm gonna piss myself in a minute otherwise."

Well we wouldn't want that, I thought to myself as he walked up the stairs,
mum had only had the carpet cleaned last month.

I heard Neil close the bathroom door behind him and after a few minutes I
heard the toilet flush. I walked back out of the kitchen where I'd gone to
calm down the dog, expecting to see my visitor coming down the stairs. He
didn't come, so I ran upstairs to find him standing at doorway of my
bedroom.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked and then felt the blood drain from my
face as I realised that Neil was looking at the cam site I'd left running
on my computer. The cam guy was tugging his cock crazily and suddenly shot
his load all over the desk in front of him, even managing to get a few
blobs on the webcam lens.  "Sorry, "I muttered. "Um... nobody was supposed
to see that."

"Do you get off on that kind of thing then?" he asked.

"I suppose I do," I admitted. "Lots of people do."

Neil laughed. "Fucking queer stuff!" he said, "My kid brother's into all
that shit too."

"Really?" I said, wondering how I was going to get him back downstairs
without getting my face re-arranged.

Suddenly Neil walked into my room and started looking around, calm as you
like.

"Yeah. I did a bit of time last year. A lot of that going on inside too"

Great, I thought, not only a big ugly fucker but an ex-con to
boot. Actually, in retrospect he wasn't that ugly, just a bit rough
looking. He probably scrubbed up well enough for weddings and funerals...

The something freaky happened. Neil suddenly closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply, like he was taking in the smell of dirty laundry, sweaty bedclothes
and four years of hard-core masturbation.

I watched as his hand slipped inside his overalls and moved down to where
his cock and balls surely were.

"It used to smell a bit like this inside," he said and he opened his eyes
and looked me up and down. "Kid like you wouldn't last five minutes in
there. They'd fuck you senseless in a week."

Despite his odd behaviour, I was beginning to warm to Neil so I said: "Well
you never know, I might enjoy that..."

Without warning, his right hand shot out of his overalls, where there was
now a very large and obvious lump developing, and grabbed me by the throat.

"Think it'd be a bit of fun to be inside, do you, little pussy boy?" he
spat. "Think you got what it takes to keep a bunch of cunt-happy fuckers
like me sorted?"

I tied to answer but he had his thumb in my windpipe.

"Ok, then, let see what you've got for old Neil then!" He pulled me around
until I was up against my computer desk with my back to him. He held me
tight with my neck jammed in his left elbow as he licked the back of my
neck and then snarled in my ear: "Oh yeah I'd have give a lot to have some
pussy like you on the inside. Now fucking bend over!"

"What?" I gasped. "No I can't do..."

"Shut the fuck up or I'll really fucking hurt you, you little cocksucker!"

At that point I knew what was going to happen and that there was nobody
there to come to my assistance. Neil was bigger and stronger than me and
there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way out of this.

I was terrified. "Please!" I begged, "Please don't hurt me!"

It was that moment that the extent of my fear became obvious to both of
us. I hadn't wet myself since I was in playgroup, except for one time when
I had the `flu really bad when I was about 12. However, the thought that I
was about to get fucked hard by a compete stranger who was almost twice my
age had a relaxant effect on my bladder muscles and a torrent of piss
soaked the front of my boxers, dribbling onto the bedroom rug.

"You dirty little fucker!" Neil screamed in my ear, and I realised that his
right hand had been around my groin area when I'd wet myself.

"Dirty little cunts like you deserve a bit of punishment," he grunted and I
felt my sodden boxers being pulled down from behind. "Now fucking bend
over, BOY!"

I did as I was ordered and as I lay with my face on my computer desk, I
could feel Neil fumbling with the front of his overalls, his calloused
knuckles rubbing against my bum cheeks as he did so.

With his left hand, Neil held me head down on the desk and suddenly I could
feel the hot, sticky head of his cock tracing the cleft between my
cheeks. It felt enormous.

I knew he was going to fuck my virgin bum and all I could hope for at that
point that he'd spot the small bottle of baby oil I'd left on the desk
after my aborted wank session.

But Neil was too far gone for such niceties by that time and I felt him
pull my arse cheeks aside and then his fingers lubing up my tiny, puckered
hole with what I can only imagine was his own pre-cum. I gasped as Neil
penetrated me with one finger, and then another.

I bit my bottom lip and groaned as he moved two slick fingers back and
forth.  "Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy fucking this baby, sure enough!" he
whispered, as he pressed me into the desk with the weight of his
body. "What's your name, boy?" he asked.

"M..Mark!" I stammered. Instinctively I realised that the only way to
relieve the pain a bit was to relax my bum muscles and let my attacker do
what he needed to and then get the hell out.

"Well, Mark," answered snidely, "Mine's probably not the fist cock to go up
here but it's the one you're going to fucking well remember!"

With that, Neil stuck the head of his cock against my already stretched
hole and thrust forward. The initial pain was so great that I did the only
thing I could think of -- I grabbed a paperback book off my desk and shoved
it in my mouth.

Despite the first onslaught and the pain I had experienced, something
inside me was beginning to feel nice. And I could feel my own cock
stiffening as Neil banged his in and out of my tender hole.

Behind me, he was grunting obscenities in my ear, something about how
they'd be queuing up to gang-bang my sweet arse if ever went to the prison
he'd been in.

Suddenly I could feel Neil's entire body stiffening as he got close to
filling my guts with his sperm.  "Oh yeah, baby, come on -- let daddy come
inside!" he groaned, almost animal-like.

By now my dick was fully hard and rubbing against the desk, but Neil didn't
care about that.

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of my hair and made a low hissing
noise.  I could feel his hot cum pumping into my insides as his balls
contracted against my arse cheeks.

After it was over, Neil collapsed on me in a heap for a few moments. I
stood up and turned around. There were tears running down my cheeks but my
cock was standing up hard as steel.

As he tucked his own dick back into his overalls, he looked sown at my
powerful erection.

"I suppose you want me to sort that out for you, you little cunt?"

I nodded meekly. With that, Neil grabbed me by the throat and threw me onto
my bed. "WELL YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" he snarled and headed for the bedroom
door. "I'll see myself out!"

As I heard Neil go down the stairs, I lay on my bed and sobbed.

As the hot tears subsided, I reached down to my still-hard cock and started
to rub...

To be continued...