Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:21:13 +0100
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 3

Part 3 - Discovering myself

I finally got home. I had been orally raped, first by 17yo Vitor and then
by Vitor's 15yo brother Miguel and his buddy Luis, my two "favourite"
bullies. As I came in, I ran straight into the toilet, trying not to let
anyone see me.

I eagerly looked myself in the mirror. I could notice my lips were a little
swollen from the three mouth rapes I had just endured, but apart from that,
I seemed ok. I think I was almost surprised that my looks had not changed
from the disgusting things that had happened to me. I gargled with
mouthwash again and again and then took a long hot shower, desperately
hoping to cleanse the taste and the smell that reminded me of what I had
just suffered, but the memory would be much harder to erase, even if I
tried not to think of what would be waiting for me the next day.

Mom was already calling me for dinner so I had to rush out of the shower,
dry myself quickly and run to the dinner table. Fortunately, my parents
didn't suspect anything, neither could my brother Carlos imagine that his
own kid brother had been mouth-raped first by his best friend Vitor and
then by two more horny teen cocks.

After dinner, I decided it would be best to go to bed early and try to
sleep off the memory of what had happened. After washing my teeth (for much
longer than usual, still remembering the events of the day) I stripped the
shorts and tshirt I had quickly slipped on for dinner and picked up my
pyjamas.

That's when I happened to notice myself naked in the mirror. I stopped,
strangely surprised by the sight, as if I was seeing myself for the first
time. I left the pyjamas on the bed and touched myself in front of the
mirror, feeling my silky skin and pale-white body, still perfectly
smooth. I turned myself around, twisting my head back to look at my round
plump behind. Did it really look girlish, I thought. Why had they picked on
me? Could it be that there really was something wrong with me? Could they
be right when they said I was a sissy? Or... a faggot?!

I remembered how they had made me spread my buttocks and show them my arse
and I did the same in front of the mirror, wondering why it turned them on
so much to see it. Bending slightly forward and pulling my cheeks wide
apart, I could see my pink rosebud at the centre of my white round
globes. I touched it with my fingertips and felt a strange tingle that made
my arse ring twitch in and out, just like I had done for Miguel and Luis.

I pressed the tip of my finger against the little ring of lips. At first
they felt painfully dry, but with some spit on the tip of my finger I
managed to press it in a little. I'm not sure why I did it, perhaps I just
needed to know how it would feel to have a cock pushed inside me, though,
in reality, the little pain I was experiencing from my finger could hardly
prepare me for the real thing. I was certainly afraid of the thought of
Vitor fucking my hole, but I don't think I actually considered that it
would happen, or fully realise what that would mean. My imagination didn't
go that far...

After maybe a couple of minutes pushing my fingertip in and out, my
sphincter seemed to be more relaxed and I managed to push my whole middle
finger inside. The pain was now more like discomfort and at the same time,
that strange tingle I felt before was now much stronger and seemed to be
coming from deeper inside me. It even felt good in some way I couldn't
really explain.

I suddenly realised my little boy-cock was rock hard, as I had never quite
felt it before. Still pushing the finger in and out, I touched my dick with
my free hand and the feeling sent a heat wave all over me. I closed my eyes
and moaned under the spell of these strange pleasures I was discovering:
first the awakening of my anal sensitivity and next my first conscious
masturbation.

I was totally lost in this exploration of my barely pubescent body when
something suddenly startled me and made me open my eyes. I had been so
engrossed in my thoughts and feelings that I hadn't realized my brother had
entered our shared room. He was just standing there, staring at me, and he
was rubbing a huge lump in his boxers.

At first, I froze, and then I jumped in shock as a tidal wave of
embarrassment made me feel like I was blushing from head to toe. I grabbed
my pyjamas and I quickly slid into them, with my back turned to
Carlos. Strangely, he seemed just as startled by my sudden reaction and
tried to conceal his own erection that made his shorts tent high away from
his crotch.

I felt some comfort as I slid quickly under my bed covers and faced the
wall, away from him. I was sure he was going to start mocking and teasing
me like he always did, but this time he did nothing of the sort. I heard
him get into bed and the light was turned off, making me sigh with relief.

For a couple of minutes our room was silent. Then I heard this regular
rustling sound coming from his bed and I also noticed his breathing getting
heavier. I am sure I must have heard all of it before (after all, Carlos
was 17, 5 years older than me, and we had shared the same room since I was
a little boy), though only this time I started to realise what it meant. I
looked towards his side of the room and the glare of light in the hall
shinning under the door was enough for me to distinguish the humping
movement under the covers has he worked on relieving the raging hard on
triggered by the sight of my naked body in front of the mirror.

The excitement I was feeling before Carlos surprised me came back. I rolled
on my belly and pulled my pyjama shorts down my thighs, getting my arse
naked under the protection of the covers. I caressed again my own smooth
firm buttocks but I didn't touch my hard pecker. I realised that as it
rubbed on the sheets the friction of the cloth on the circumcised gland
felt even more fantastic than my hand. I eagerly moved my hips to enjoy
that new delicious sensation and I heard my brother moan and the rustling
noise from his bed increased. I froze still, realising he too could make
out the movement under my covers. I was ashamed that my brother could
figure out what I was doing, but I was too aroused to stop. I tried to pick
up the friction of my cock on the sheets more quietly, hoping he wouldn't
notice it.

At the same time, I slid my hand along my arse crack and once more pushed a
spit-wet finger in my eager hole. He must've noticed something, because his
breathing got heavier again. Just as my finger penetrated my hole, with
only a little of the discomfort I had felt before, my sphincter immediately
clenched tight on it and I felt something like an electric shock run deep
inside me. I moaned out of control, before I could silence myself by biting
hard on my pillow. My little dick must've shot only a few drops of seminal
fluid, but my whole body shook and I even felt tears in my eyes, under the
rush of the first orgasm in my still budding puberty.

As I finally calmed down, my curiosity led me to touch the wet stop on the
sheets where my little cock had spewed my first boy-load. I took my fingers
to my mouth and tasted it. The taste wasn't as strong and salty as the cum
I had had in my mouth that day. I slid down to the wet spot so I could
taste directly. Most of the product of my first little orgasm had already
soaked into the sheets, but by licking the stain, I still managed to savour
it a little more.

At the same time, I heard Carlos grunt and gasp just I had heard from
Vitor, Miguel and Luis that same afternoon. I knew he too had shot his load
and somehow that made me feel closer to my brother than I had ever felt, as
if our almost simultaneous orgasms had created a strange complicity between
us.

I finally fell asleep, after a day so full of mind-blowing events.