Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 02:25:53 +0100
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking Back 25

Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com

Any feedback will be much appreciated.

This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if
you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.


FOREWORD: Some of you more attentive readers have noticed that Alex started
out the day wearing shorts, in part 21, and was wearing trousers in parts
22 and 24 (he was naked all through part 23, of course). Sorry for
that. He's correctly wearing shorts for this next part, and his naked
smooth legs are likely to help getting him into trouble again.


Part 25


I walked out of the construction site and onto the street through the same
hole in the fence I had so unfortunately used to get in. I was now feeling
the full consequences of the brutal sexual abuse I had been subject
to. After all I'd been put through, this last fuck by Luis seemed to have
worn me out the most. First, there were the more direct effects: my raw,
swollen arse hurt like hell with every movement, forcing to walk slowly, my
throat was sore and aching badly, and my mouth lips seemed almost as
swollen and sensitive as my arse lips. On top of that, it seemed that every
muscle in my body was aching, from all the time I had been kept in
different strenuous positions for one man after another to take his
pleasure. It felt as if I had been through a hard, thorough beating.

To make it worse, it was getting dark now, and chilly. Dressed in shorts
and a thin t-shirt, still partly soaked from Luis's piss, I shivered with
cold as I walked across the street to the bus stop.

Just then, I realised that I had never gotten my subscription card back
from the bus conductor after he had apprehended it as a pretext to make me
comply with his obscene lust, as well as share me with the bus driver. As I
didn't have any money on me either, I would have to walk home, which seemed
an impossible ordeal in my condition.

As a last resort, I went to the bus company's ticket counter and explained
the situation. All the attendant could tell me was to return in the morning
and go to their office upstairs. Seeing how distressed I looked, however,
he suggested that I should try taking a taxi and arranging for the driver
to wait by my house while I went in for the money.

I had never taken a taxi on my own in my life, but it seemed my only
choice. Heading to the nearest taxi stop, I walked through the building of
the train station and went out through the door that was right next to the
public toilets that I already knew so well.

There were three free taxis outside, waiting for customers. The driver of
the first was out of his car, leaning against driver door and smoking a
cigarette. He was a tall, bulky guy, probably aged 40 or so, with a rough
look. I stood there for a moment, hesitating on what to do.

Just then, someone came up behind me and groped my arse. The hand roughly
squeezing my fat buttock made me jump up and as I turned around, I
recognized the older man I had sucked in the toilets there and had later
fucked me at the back seat of the bus.

He grinned, rubbed his crotch, and winked in the direction of the station
door, obviously inviting me to follow him to the toilets. I couldn't help
blushing and lowering my eyes in embarrassment, but his pestering pushed me
to muster the nerve to come up to the driver and try to explain my
situation so I could finally get home. With tears starting to come to my
eyes, I insistently promised that I would give him his money if he would
just wait at the end of the trip.

For a second, that seemed an eternity to me, he just stood there, looking
me up and down, with a blank unfriendly face. Then suddenly he smiled,
patted me on the shoulder, and told me not to worry. I felt so relieved. He
opened the front passenger door and and had me seated inside, then went up
to the two other two taxi drivers to exchange a few words with them. I
looked to the station door and saw the older man waving me goodbye and
disappearing inside.

The taxi driver seemed very cheerful when he came back, sat beside me and
started the car. He stretched his hand with a smile and introduced himself
"Inacio. What's your name, little fellow?" I smiled back, more confident,
and shook his hand. "Alexandre, but you can call me Alex, everyone does."
He turned on the radio and told me not to worry about the money. "We can
easily find a solution for that", he added. I finally felt that something
would actually turn right for me that horrible day.

My optimism was short lived, however. As soon as we got out of the town
centre, I suddenly felt his hand move away "accidentally" from the clutch
and grope my smooth naked leg. I shivered and tried to move away, pressing
my back against the car door, but he didn't let go of my leg and in fact
moved his hand upwards between my thighs. Instinctively, I closed my legs,
trying to squeeze his hand out.

He was looking me in the eye and as I clenched my legs, his face beamed in
a wide lustful smile, as if that was some sort of positive signal to his
advances. He slid his hand in and out of the tight cleft between my thighs
and commented "Well, well, you are a lively one, aren't you?!"

"No, Sir, you get it all wrong. I don't do these things, I swear. Please
let me go, please!!!" I pleaded with him, but he didn't seem all
convinced. "Oh, so you don't like it, you say" he chuckled, and ran my hair
through his fingers, picking up a big gob of Luis's sperm that I
inadvertently still carried. "Then how did you get this on your hair?" he
asked. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just grinned and rubbed
the slimy drop between his fingers right in front of my eyes, then ran the
fingertips right across my blushing face. "So you come out of the station
area where all the faggots go, you have cum in your hair, you seem all too
familiar with old fag going to the toilets, and you still expect me to
believe that you're not into it...? C'mon, I don't need to be some Sherlock
Holmes to figure you out!"

"No, no, it's like that, it wasn't in the toilets this time, you have to
believe me" I pleaded, with tears running down my face. Seeing his wide
amused grin, I immediately realised that my denial was in fact half a
confession, which he was quick to pick on. "Ah, we're getting
somewhere... it wasn't in the toilets 'this time', so where was it, 'this
time' then...?"

I frantically blurted out a snivelling account of all my ordeals that
afternoon, on the bus, in the basement of the construction site and with
Luis. I hoped that if he knew the extent of my misfortune he would pity me
and let me go. Instead, he let out a surprised whistle and rubbed his
crotch ostensibly. "Uhmmm! I was right, you are a lively one! I saw your
blond friend picking up a taxi soon before you showed up and I know him
from the toilets. He is one devil little bitch, that one. And you say those
guys in the building site fucked you and your little buddy too? That sure
is a big change from the old fags they usually pick up at the station
toilets."

At this point, he headed out of the main road and into a forest
lane. Distracted by our conversation, I hadn't realised we had not been
heading to my neighbourhood. He drove for a few more minutes, then stopped
the car in a small clearing, away from the main road and surrounded by
bushes and pine trees.

"Here we can have some fun without being disturbed" he remarked, in an
friendly tone. "So it's your friend's piss soaking your t-shirt, is it?" he
said, running his hand over my chest. Looking down, I realised my hard,
swollen nipples were protruding obscenely under the damp fabric. My little
body shivered with a mix of dread and anticipation, as his fingers started
teasing them gently, rolling them between his finger tips as if he was just
admiring how huge they seemed. When the pressure of his fingers increased
painfully, I let out a yelp, that must have sounded terribly girly, and my
round arse ground hard against the seat under me, already falling prey to
lust. At the same time, I felt a fluid seeping between my twitching
arse-lips, making me feel embarrassingly wet between my legs. It was surely
some remnants of all the slimy sperm I had been filled with that afternoon,
mixed with the natural lubrication that my own tyrannical and insatiable
pussy produced as it welcomed one brutal, raping cock after another.

Right then, I made my last desperate attempt to escape being abused yet
again. In a sudden movement, I tried to open the door, intending to jump
out and run into the woods, but my aching body wasn't nearly fast enough to
escape his reaction. With firm grip on my left arm, he easily yanked me
back in and pulled the door shut.

Any sign of gentleness on his part was now gone. Looking me threateningly
in the eye, his painful grip on my arm holding me in place, he made clear
what I could expect: "Listen, bitch: I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you
good. The wife is pregnant and I haven't fucked in a week, so you've showed
up just at the right time for me. You can either be a good bitch, take it
nicely and I'll drop you home when I'm through with you, or you can play
hard to get, I'll make you take it anyway and I might even end up leaving
you up here in the woods on your own. I'm just as happy either way..."

Without releasing his grip on my arm, with the other hand he opened his
jeans and pulled his cock out. I sighed in dismay as I saw it: a huge 23 cm
[9"] veiny shaft with a big mushroom head, with a gaping piss slit already
oozing fuck-lube. In the pitiful condition of my throat and arse, I
couldn't imagine how I would possibly be able to take that monster inside
me, but I knew trying to fight him would only hurt me more, so my only
chance to get out of that situation without some serious damage was to
cooperate and hope that he would be as gentle as possible.

When he put his big hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down on
his crotch, I offered no resistance. The big knob entered my mouth and I
licked around it, hoping to delay as much as possible the next stages,
which, as I knew very well by now, would only be worse and worse. For a
while, he seemed content to enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth and the
caresses of my tongue. His fist squeezed the thick shaft upwards and a gush
of fluid ran over my tongue, filling my mouth with the strong, salty taste
of precum that had unfortunately become so familiar to me those last days.

If I had tried to fight him off, I am sure he would have been much rougher,
but that doesn't mean that he was anything close to gentle, either. "Let's
see what kind of a cocksucker you are, bitch" was all the warning I got
before he suddenly forced me down on his cock. Holding me firmly by the
hair on the back of my head, he forced my agonizing throat up and down on
his shaft, unmoved by the irrepressible retching that shook my whole body
and the evident suffering I endured from having his huge phallus rammed in
and out of my sore, raw gullet.

After the first assault, he released my hair and ordered me to show him
what I could do on my own, without his brutal coaxing. I knew only too well
I had to work hard to please him, or he'd go back to force-fucking my
throat, or, even worse, decide that it was time to move to my arse.

I was on my knees in the pit of the passenger seat, while he sat back
comfortably with his right leg pulled up, resting over my back. I had lost
my piss-damp t-shirt and the heel of his cowboy boot rubbed menacingly
along my arse-crack, still protected by my shorts.

Just as I seemed to be getting the situation slightly under control, I was
startled by some noise outside the car. Instinctively, I stopped sucking
and tried to raise my head to see what it was, but he just pushed me down
again and shoved his cock back into my throat. I perked up my ear and
managed to identify what I was sure were two cars driving into the clearing
and stopping close to us. I suppose I could have thought that whoever it
was might help me out of my predicament, but, in fact, I was terribly
uneasy about anyone seeing me in this obscene situation, and his relaxed
attitude only proved that this was certainly not a development in my
favour.

My anxiousness only increased as I heard steps outside and a male voice
said, "Oh fuck! Look at the little fag taking that huge cock! He sucks like
a real pro". "Yeah, he's certainly one of the cutest faggots we ever
brought here. I can't wait to have the little bitch working on my cock ", a
younger male voice added. "C'mon Inacio, get the slut out of the car so we
can have some fun too", the first man demanded.

Inacio pulled me away from his cock and I could finally look around and see
who was there. I recognized the other two taxi drivers from the station,
one peeping from each of the front windows of the taxi, with a wide,
luscious grins on their faces. Inacio greeted them and introduced me. "This
is Alex. This cute little angel loves taking cock in the station toilets,
but today he was very busy with some bus company men and then those fuckers
from the construction site across the street all had their fun with
him. Isn't that right, baby?" I blushed at this embarrassing presentation
of me and nodded in shame. The two men laughed, showing surprise by the
recount of my promiscuous afternoon. There was perhaps also some
disappointment for not catching me in a fresher condition, but still there
was no doubt they intended to make the most of me.