Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 08:31:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot <jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com> Subject: rude-awakenings4 Rude Awakenings 4 (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. 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. Copyright Jamie Whatnot 2007. Copyright of this work remains with the author. For PM. Rude Awakenings 4 (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. SO, we're getting to the end of the story so far. In previous chapters, you've heard how at the age of 13 I was almost caught by my brother, Craig, masturbating in his bed on Sunday morning. Four years later, I got involved in a hot jerking off session with my straight mate Josh at the youth club where we both worked. I was fucked roughly in my own bedroom by a complete stranger just six months ago and that experience left me scared but aroused. I remember laying on my bed afterwards and, while my hole was burning from being forced open, my cock had gotten rock hard and I had wanked hard thinking about what had just happened. One month later, I'd been talking online to someone, Andre, I'd met on a gay chatsite. I'd been chatting to the guy for a while and we'd swapped a few pictures. Andre had admitted from the start that he was a bit older than me, 30 to my 17. When he first suggested we swap pictures, I was a bit wary, but agreed to do so. When Andre's first image came through, I opened it and saw a moderately hairy body, but no face and -- most disappointingly of all -- no cock. The picture cut off a couple of inches under his hairy belly. I had no such modesty. I snapped a picture of my naked and very hard cock with my webcam and pinged it over. Andre's response was almost immediate. Within minutes, another picture arrived, this time of an ENORMOUS cut cock. It wasn't that long but thick as my wrist at least. I settled back in my chair and stroked my cock while looking at it. Andre told me that he lived about 50 miles north of me, and then asked if I wanted to meet up. This I wasn't so sure of and told him I'd give it some thought. >markymark says: where would we meet? >aman says: wherever u like >markymark says: can I think about it? >aman says: sure, no pressure >aman says: maybe we could go to appleby common I was surprised that Andre knew of the place. I'd often ridden my bike there when I was younger. I'd heard that men met up there but I had no idea where and it was a big place. > markymark says: how do u know appleby? > aman says: lol I just do. I go there sometimes to meet guys. > markymark says: oh > aman says: nothing dodgy. we just meet up and have some fun. > markymark says: that sounds like a plan. i'll think about it and email u. andre can i see ur face? > aman says: sure A minute later, another image arrived, this time of Andre's face. He looked a little older than 30, I thought, but I had no problem with that. He had a beautiful smile and the nicest dark brown eyes I've ever seen. His hair was cropped very short and he sported one tiny earring on his left ear-lobe. > aman says: lol a bit of a mess aren't i? > markymark says: no ur not ur very sexy lukin > aman says: no i'm not but ur very sweet 4 saying so lol > markymark says: sorry andre I have to go. i'll email u laterz > aman says: k mark i'll b waiting I didn't really have to go but I was beginning to feel a bit pressured. I closed the chat window and sat back in my chair. The thought of meeting up with Andre got my cock hard again and I began stroking it in earnest. I shut my eyes tight and visions of a torrid encounter with my net friend in some dark corner of the common flooded across my mind's eye. Suddenly the images shifted to one of me lying face down in a pool of blood on Appleby Common having been beaten to death by this man who I had never met beyond the safe confines of the chatroom. In my hand, my cock began to soften without having delivered its usual creamy load onto my stomach. That night, however, as I lay in bed, I started thinking again of Andre in a sexual way and how if I was going to have sex with a man, I wouldn't really mind if it was him. Beneath the duvet my length began to thicken and harden as I played idly with it. It was several days before I spoke to Andre online again. Oh, I was online whenever I wasn't at college or asleep, but I kept my profile hidden and ignored his emails. I just needed some time to think about his profile. Then, about a week later, I marched into my room, sat down and logged on. Andre was online. >markymark says: ok ur on. when do u want to meet? >aman: well hello urself! i was beginning to think i'd pissed u off No, I lied, I'd been busy with college work. >aman says: well i'm away at the weekend and all of next week cos of work. but this friday should be ok >markymark says: i'm at college >aman says: well i'm working too. i meant in the evening >markymark says: oh >aman says: do u know the partridge pub on atherton st? it runs right next to the common My heart was beating like a dozen drums. >markymark says: i know it. 7pm? >aman says: it's a date. lol dont worry mark everythings gonna be fine. The next three days couldn't pass quickly enough and at times passed too quickly. I got home from college on Friday and ran to my room. Good, no email from Andre cancelling anything. I stripped and jumped into the shower. I had no idea what Andre had planned but I had no intention of smelling like a skank on my first gay date! I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of CK boxerbriefs. They were still only a couple of weeks old and had only been washed twice so hadn't yet turned that dull grey colour. As I pulled them on, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror that my dad had fixed to the back of my bedroom door. I saw there a familiar body, but leaner, slightly more muscular and - well if I say so myself - a damn sight sexier than I remembered. Because I'm blonde, my body hair is still not particularly pronounced against my pale skin but I was still proud of the sizeable bush that crowned my 4" soft cock. Over the past five years, just like any other teenage boy, I had watched the progress of my maturing member with interest. What had started out as a puny little slug between my legs when I was small had developed into a dick to be proud of. Even flaccid, it stuck out a little - a slim, smooth shaft with a bulbous head that rested in my balls with their dusting of light coloured hair. As I stared at it, my cock began to perk up with all the attention it was getting. I didn't want to end up wanking before my date and so I pulled my pants up and arranged it neatly inside. I pulled on a red t-shirt and a pair of khaki cargoes. Despite being early October it was still warm enough to go without a jacket but I slipped a check shirt over my t-shirt. I got a bus as far as Parkyn Terrace, which leads on to Atherton St. I stood for a few minutes at the end of the road and wondered what the hell I was getting into. I mean, every piece of good advice says you shouldn't meet up with people from the internet, right? My palms were sweating and my throat turned dry as dust. In front of The Partridge stood a lone figure. I could tell immediately that it was Andre. Although the face was exactly as I was expecting, he was taller and more heavily built than I'd realised. He turned towards me and recognised my face too. "Hi!" he smiled. "I'm glad you came - I thought maybe you wouldn't." I looked a bit sheepish. "I almost didn't." We went into the pub and I hid in a quiet corner while Andre went to the bar and bought some beers. Actually, we had quite a few beers before we were ready to leave. Andre smirked and looked over his glass. "Fancy a walk?" he asked. He got up and walked to the door. Meekly, I followed him across the road to the edge of Appleby Common. By this time it was pretty dark and the expanse of the common looked foreboding. There are a few sodium lamp-posts dotted around the perimeter. We stood for a couple of minutes under one of them. "Are you ok?" Andre asked. "I'm fine." "Come on. I know place where it's a bit more... private." Andre grabbed me by the hand - he actually took me by the hand like I was a little boy - and we walked a few more yards into the small wooded area. It was shadowy but there was still an yellow glow from the streetlights a few dozen yards away. Andre turned to face me and looked me directly in the eye. "I've waited a long time for this," he said and he took me by the shoulders and pulled me towards him, kissing me fully on the lips. My mouth yielded to his probing tongue and I felt it slip inside until it met with mine. Meanwhile his right hand was busy unbuckling my belt and popping open half the buttons on the front of my trousers. Although the ferocity of Andre's advances was a little scary, my cock was rock solid inside my boxers. Suddenly I felt my cargoes descend to halfway down my thighs and Andre's large hand force its way into the waistband of my boxers. It was now dark and I could see only his outline in the shadows thrown by the streetlights and feel his hot breath on my face. Grasping my throbbing erection in his right hand, Andre pulled my boxers down to join my cargoes with his left. "You want this, baby?" he growled. "Yes, I do. Are you going to hurt me?" There was a pause. "Maybe. Probably." he answered. "But not too much. Come with me now." With that, Andre dragged me further into the trees. I was manhandled roughly through branches, my jeans and boxers falling to my ankles, where they threatened to trip me as I stumbled headlong after Andre. Every now and then, something sharp jabbed into my cock or balls but Andre didn't seem to care. Gasping for air now, I followed Andre deeper and deeper in the copse until we reached a large clearing. I think it had once been a picnic site or something. Suddenly, he stopped. "This is far enough." he growled, and spun me around so the he was standing behind me, his hard cock pressing against my bare bum cheeks through the rough denim of his jeans. I could feel him reach to open his belt, but there was an extra movement as he pulled the leather strap entirely free. I began to get nervous. "Wh..what are you going to do with that?" I whimpered. "Shut the fuck up, Mark," he spat into my neck and the hairs stood on end. "Just shut the fuck up and you'll have a good time." My hands were pulled roughly behind me and I realised that he intended binding me with the belt he'd just taken from his jeans. So I stood there in the moonlight, my cargoes and boxers around my ankles, my hands tied fast behind me, with a man I'd never met before an hour ago. I began to wonder if this was a good idea. My cock, however, was already convinced and I noticed it poking up at an steep angle from under my t-shirt. "I think he's ready!" Andre said, and it was a few seconds before I realised that he wasn't talking to me. Suddenly, the area was bathed in harsh white light as a set of car lights snapped on. "What the hell's going on?" I asked, blinded by the beams. "You're getting yourself a bit of a reputation, Marky boy," Andre hissed in my ear. "And a few people want to try it out." "I don't know what you're talking about!" As I struggled against my bonds I could just about make out two figures walking out of the car headlights, both were minus their trousers and pants and both stroking turgid cocks. I blinked as I recognised Neil - remember him? - the delivery guy from six months ago. The look on his face was the same one he he'd been wearing as he'd left me sore but aroused on my own bed that Saturday morning. The second figure was even more familiar to me. "Andy?" "Hello, Mark," sneered the co-ordinator of the youth club where I used to help out. "Fancy seeing you here." It was then that all became clear. It had been Andy who had been watching me and my mate Josh having sex that evening at the club. It had been he who had stood outside the window, probably stroking his dick, as he watched his two helpers going at it in his own office. I felt pressure on my shoulders as Andre forced me down on to my knees. He squatted down behind me and rubbed the end of one finger along the length of my arse crack, pausing for a few seconds as it came into contact with my pucker. Neil and Andy moved into position in front of me and all I could see was their iron-hard lengths bobbing about inches from my face. Neil's was by far the longest, but Andy's cut cock was unbelievably thick. I'd often wondered as I'd watched him at the club wandering around in his shorts what he had tucked away in there and now it was about to be shoved into my mouth. Behind me, I could hear Andre squirting something - lube I was hoping - onto his hand. Moments later, I felt something cold pressing against my hole and tried to relax as the head of his cock nudged against my sphincter. My mouth was also under assault as Neil pushed his length forward. Carried away by the moment, I opened my lips and let it slip inside. Andy wasn't to be left out either and his slick cockhead brushed up against my cheek as he wanked it hard. "Open your mouth wider," I heard Andy grunt, as I sucked on Neil's cock, tasting his salty pre-cum on my tongue. Somehow I managed and felt Andy's head sliding along my cheek towards where Neil's was pummelling my mouth. Meanwhile, Andre was easing his stiff and very thick six inches into my arse and I could hear him gasp as he broke through the ring of muscle and into the warmth within. Since my encounter with Neil many household objects had gone into my rear end, so horny had I found the sensation, and so Andre had no problem in slipping in and out. I felt his balls banging against my buttocks with every thrust. Neil and Andy were obviously enjoying feeling their cocks rubbing together as both members violently invaded my mouth. I looked up and saw them kiss each other deeply. As I watched, I wondered what Andy's wife would have made of the sight of her husband on Appleby Common snogging a delivery driver while fucking the mouth of a lad who had been to his house at least a dozen times. Beneath me, the tip of my throbbing hard-on was just rubbing against the grass. I desperately wanted to reach down and grab it but the belt around my wrists prevented me. Andre's movements became more frantic and were matched by those of both Neil and Andy. "Come on, you little fucker!" Neil snarled , "Fucking suck harder!" I couldn't have answered him even if I'd wanted to. My mouth was full of cock, my arse was full of cock, and all three of my assailants were breathing heavily. They way they moved together, it was obviously that this was no casual encounter - these three were obviously used to being together. Suddenly, I felt Andy tense as his orgasm approached. "I'm cumming, guys!" he laughed in a stage whisper. "Me too!" responded Neil. "Oh fuck - it's gonna blow!" As if choreographed, I felt Andre's cock twitching in my hole. "Okay, all together," he said to his friends. "Let's give this hottie what he came for!" With that, all three let out a simultaneous animal grunt and I felt two streams of warm liquid hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. My rectum also got a liberal coating of cum as Andre let his juice fly inside me and I collapsed forward, eyes closed as I took in exactly what had just happened. I was dragged from my stupour by the car engine starting and I realised I was alone, half naked and still bound, there in the clearing at the edge of Appleby Common. Breathing heavily I realised that my cock was still rock hard beneath me. I wriggled my wrists free of Andre's leather belt and flipped over onto my back. I reached down and took hold of my rigid flesh, still savouring the sticky residue of Andy and Neil's cum in my mouth. Somehow, I thought as I started stroking, my life was never going to be the same again. ....................... There will be more chapter of Rude Awakenings if readers want them but, to be honest, I'm running out of steam with this particular story. Let me know...