Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 04:40:40 +0800
From: tReSe <trese@hotstuff.ph>
Subject: KILT: In Gilbert's Room (t/t)(nc)(oral)(rape)(true)

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Date   : May 31, 2001
KILT   : In Gilbert's Room (t/t)(nc)(oral)(rape)(true)
Author : tReSe
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Author's Note:

This is a true story. Names were changed to protect the identities of all
parties involved.

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This story happened the night when Gilbert accidentally saw me on the roof
jacking off. (Read in my site, "Jacking on the Roof.")

     That night, my neighbor, Gilbert, invited me to play monopoly. The
whole night that we were playing, I felt that he was staring at my crotch
and then he would grin. I got annoyed and asked him why he was doing
that. He told me that he saw me jacking on the roof. I was so embarrassed
and told him not to tell anyone. He told me that he wouldn't, if I repeated
my performance in his room.

     Scared shitless out of my wits, I could feel my heart right in my
throat.  I couldn't speak, I couldn't think anything to say to save my
sorry ass from this situation. What if he tells others what I did on the
roof?  What would happen to me? What would my parents say? How would I ever
walk in the neighborhood without others laughing at me while I pass by? Man
what a mess!

     Lost in my own thoughts, Gilbert then broke the silence by giving me
an ultimatum. He told me that I have 30 seconds to decide whether I would
do what he said or not. He started counting backward beginning with 30. Two
or three counts after, I just shouted to him that I would do it. My face
was red beet not only from embarrassment but moreso with anger. With his
calm and arrogant way, he told me that I need not shout at him and that I
was in no position to be so cocky about it. I stood there in front of him
in silence.

     He laughed devilishly as he stood up and walked towards the door to
lock it. Then he told me to lose my shorts. I tried to delay the inevitable
by doing nothing and hanging my head low. Immediately, he walked back to me
and pulled my shorts down exposing my flaccid cock. My shorts fell on my
ankles and he asked me to step out of it. Resigning to his will, I did what
I was told. Then he told me to go to his bed and start wacking my dong.

     As I headed to his bed, I was shaking violently. My knees felt weak,
my heart was pounding hard like it would burst out of my ribcage and I felt
cold sweat begun breaking in my forehead and back a bit. I laid on the bed,
closed my eyes and held my flaccid cock with three fingers, index and
middle fingers were situated under my soft shaft and thumb on the top. I
tentatively diddled my dick reliving in my mind's eye all the porno films
that I had seen, all the fantasies that I've ever had and almost everything
I could think of that would make me spring a woody. But that proved to be
futile. Not that I was a bit shy about being watched as I jack. I've been
in a jacking session once with a bunch of my bus mates back when I was in
second year high school. (Read in my site, "My Bus Mates, an X Taped and
Me.") Hell, I just jacked off the roof hours earlier, for heaven sakes! And
those two events aroused me much. I live for moments where I can have the
opportunity to expose myself. But this time it was different. I was being
coerced into doing something that I wasn't prepared to do. I was being
blackmailed. Of course, it would difficult to produce an erection. I tried
my hardest to get my cock to stand erect. But still nothing seemed to work.

     I've totally given up trying and told Gilbert that I couldn't do it. I
was looking at him and he was half seated on the study table watching me.
By the way he looked at me, I've never felt so small and exposed in my
entire life. He stood straight and told me that perhaps he could do
something about it. He then removed his shorts and I could see that his
dick was a bit hard underneath his white brief. His basket looked so huge.
I stared directly at his crotch and it seemed the more I looked the more
aroused I get. He was laughing again and he said that he knew that exposing
himself to me would help me get a woody. Dumbfounded at his statement, I
looked up to him as he walked to the bed and kneeled in front of me. His
basket was directly in face. I could smell the muskiness of his manhood.
Somehow, this made me quivered. Fearing that I would exposed my desire to
have his dick in my mouth. I turned my head away from his teen basket but
he wouldn't have any of that. He grabbed me by the hair, which made me
groan. He then pulled my face to his briefs and began grinding crotch hard
to my face. I felt it throbbed. With his other hand he freed his package
from his undies and it slammed hard to my face. I was a reluctant
participant in this sexual power play. What if he was just testing me to
find out if the rumors circulating in the neighborhood that might be gay
was true? So, I pushed him away and tried to get off the bed. But I
couldn't he grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my body back on the
bed. Then he put his right foot on my chest and told him that it would be
best for me not to fight him if I didn't want to get hurt.

     Before I could attempt to escape again, he saddled my chest and his
throbbing steel resting in my lips. He told me to open my mouth but I
refused. Then he slapped my face hard, which took me by surprise that I
didn't utter a sound. He slapped it again and told me that we could do it
the hard way or I could cooperate. I opened my mouth after the eighth blow
to my face fighting back the tears from falling in my eyes. I opened my
mouth and he roughly penetrated my mouth with his thick and long cock. I
scrapped his head with my teeth as he was pulling out his cock a bit. He
wacked my head again and grabbed my hair more violently with his two hands
and began banging my mouth with his phallus forcefully. I was panicking
because my gag reflex was starting to react and I couldn't breathe. His
assault became more intense and his was nearing his orgasm. As he moaned,
he slammed his phallus hard and began spurting his hefty load inside my
mouth. I felt like I was drowning from waves of sperms flooding my throat.
He kept on thrusting until his sacs were totally empty. He let his gripped
lose from my head but his phallus was still slammed against my mouth. I
threw his exhausted off mine and immediately run to his bathroom. My head
was in the toilet bowl and I was vomiting hard. Not because I didn't like
sucking a guy or having some guy's sperm down my throat, I was sick to my
stomach because he had taken me out of my own free will. I was crying as I
puke on the bowl. And when I was done, I saw him outside the door sober. He
apologized for raping me. He added that he didn't know what possessed him
to do it. I swung my right fist hitting him under the jaw. This made him
lose his ground and fell on the floor. I kicked his stomach and then got my
shorts on floor. He was still on floor crouching in pain. I knelt and
grabbed his hair and told him what an asshole he was and that he'd better
stay away from me or I'll kill the next time I see him. I pounded his head
on the floor, kicked him in the back several times and spit on his face
before leaving him.

     Luckily, I got off their house without anyone finding out what had
happened. I easily got to my room without anyone seeing me. I looked in the
mirror and saw that I had a terrible shine on my face. I went to bed and
tried to bury the entire incident into oblivion.

     The morning after, I told my parents that I fell on the bed hitting my
face on the ground. Fortunately they bought it.

     I never saw Gilbert again for the rest of the summer. Nearing
Christmas, he tried to apologize but every time he would he ended up
talking to my fist. Eventually, he stopped trying. Now, whenever our paths
would cross he's wiser and takes a route instead.

     I never told him that I had already forgiven him. And I never told him
that if he had asked me nicely, he didn't have to resort to violence in
getting what he wanted. But I guess things just happen and you have to
learn to let it go. I have.

the end

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tReSe

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