Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 15:44:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: studnets life 7

My life as a whoring student life
by Aihu Fist

An orgy without Luc

I yearned for Luc's body, but I couldn't leave the house when I wanted
to. It had been ages since I last saw him. I wondered if he felt the same
about me. Or could he simply have forgotten about me, just like that and
get on with his young life...and his uncle. I had difficulties staying home
and concentrating on my homework. The long hours I had to prepare artwork
for the exams which took me into the wee hours of the night. I grew
exhausted and the continuous battles between my parents didn't help me
much. I started thinking of running away.

When I went to bed all alone - my brother still in the army- I couldn't
help but touching myself, close my eyes and think of Luc only. I came fast
and wiped my cum with some antiquated frenchies, which I threw under the
bed. I came three times in an hour, that hot I was. I couldn't catch sleep
most of the nights; I got deeper into a chronic depression. As if it was
not enough that our teacher of literature class obliged us to read a new
kind of novel. A novel written by a Dutchman called Gerard Reve`. The title
of the book got all my attention: `Een Circusjongen' (A Circus boy). It
became my favorite bed lecture. It got totally bewitched from the first
page onwards and I got totally addicted to the chapters in which very young
boys got kidnapped and tied to have them confess there crimes. I wanked
myself three times before I got to sleep usually over the same chapter and
the same paragraph in which a boy of barely eleven gets stripped naked and
caught in a net and then the author or the main character fantasize in bed
over what they are going to do with that boy. Woelrat, his partner is his
partner in crime and much younger that the character who narrates the
story. He has to listen to him and agree with a yes or no with the evil
plans of soft torture for the boy: Let's spank him on the naked butt, the
main character ordered his partner. Why he has to be punished? His partner
asked in bed.  `Because he has blue eyes and blond hair, the main character
replies to him.'

 I could not believe that a (female) teacher had told us to read this. Was
it porn with a literature aura? What was it? It had me by the balls so to
speak as I used it every night it my bed as a night cap.

I imagine my poor Luc with me doing the same stuff. Would he like it?
Dunno, would I, I bet I would! I think my mum was wondering why she found
so many frenchies of mine under the bed with so many hardened stains on
it. She never asked me. But mums know. At last the opportunity came when my
dad was called away for a few days. I was free to go, my mum said yes and
in no time I hopped on the train, a forty minute ride to Brussels through
the country side. When I saw the tour de Midi, my heart raced thinking of
how close I was to Luc. Two stations further I got off and ran through the
red district, this time in broad day light. I rang his doorbell; his mum
opened up; she was pretty all right, stood in front of me dressed as if she
was about to leave for a party.

-Are you here for Luc? She asked.

-Yes, I said, my eyes were beaming with longing.

-He is on a holiday with Abdul for a few days.

-Where to? I asked in a state of shock.

-To a model agency in Germany. He will get a job there, Abdul promised and
we will get lots of money. Then we can move out to a better place, away
from this ghetto here.

-When will he be back?

-I don't know, my dear, I don't know.

-Why don't you come back next week? He is always talking about you. I am
happy he has a good friend like you.

-Thanks Madame, thanks, I will come back to see him, give him my regards.

I will.

The lady closed the door and I wandered back to the station, not knowing
what to do, nearly sobbing. What was he doing in Germany? Modeling?
`Course, he was cute and handsome, but earns a lot of money with Abdul. I
had no clue.

 When I was half way I heard my name.

a guy calling my name: Alex, Alex.

I looked around and saw someone running to me. He was dressed in a red
jogging suit, I recognized him as Luc' uncle. He stopped right before me
and still running out of breath, he said:

-Why did you leave that fast?

-I wanted to see your brother and he is not there.

-I know and I had told you never to come around after my brother, so how
did you dare to come back.

-I got nothing to lose, I said, I love him.

He looked over his shoulder as if he was afraid that someone may overhear
the conversation.

-Are you crazy or what? You know I can break your neck like this?

-I know, I don't care, if you take my life. I feel lonely without him.

-So, you like dicks, huh?

-I like your brother.

-Yeah his dick. Hey, don't you like my dick? If you like I can screw you
real hard.

-I know you have done it and you were very mean to me.

-I can be nastier, next time.

-He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the street sight.

-Look, he said, I know you are a whore.

-What?

-Don't act as if you were a saint. I know you have belly danced at night at
Erzurum restaurant, they fucked you at least a dozen times. Abdul told me.

I couldn't believe this. Abdul betrayed me?

I went pale and started trembling through my knees.

-I also followed you many a times from school and I have seen you sucking
cock in Le Botanique and at Place Fontainas. I got in touch with the
Moroccan guys who are also scouring the city to find you and bring you to
their boss.

-Your must be out of your mind!

- Is that so? Then whose frenchies are these?

He put a piece of underwear under my nose which I recognized as the one the
old man had taken from me as a souvenir. I was dumbfounded looking at it. I
was devastated.

-I have more, he said. Look!

I was looking at a VHS tape with a naked teenager on the cover. It was
bloody me getting raped by that Moroccan son of bitch's cousin. It read
produced in Germany. Germany!!! It said.

-Do you recognize this boy? He smirked. I am a fan of yours Alex. I collect
everything I find on you. This tape had cost me five-thousand BF. The
smelly but gorgeous underwear was another thousand. I sniff at it every
night and moment when I think of you. His hand grabbed my balls and rubbed
hard against my cock. Luckily there was no one in the alley. He must have
calculated his moves.

-Come back with me to my home. I want to fuck your white asshole, it is so
pretty tight.

-No, kiss my ass.

-How dare you say no to me! He snapped. Shall I teach you a lesson? Or
shall I send a copy of this tape to your mum? Yes, I got her address. You
were stupid enough to give it to Luc, weren't you?

-Please don't do this, please. I love my mum too much.

-I know, and what would she think of you if she saw that.

I sank on my butt and sat there nearly yelping, my eyes filled with
numerous tears.

-Come on cry baby, it is not that bad besides you are used to it isn't you?
What does it matter with whom you do it? Me, Abdul or a Moroccan baboon?

He pulled me up and put his arm around my waist.

-Let's go to a nice place. I cannot fuck you at my sisters' in-law , can I?

I tried to smile and look confident, but my mask was getting heavier and
heavier by the day. The tram brought us all the way to another
municipality, where I had never been before. It was crowded with migrant of
all colors, blacks form Congo, Turks, Indians and of course
Moroccans. After another lengthy walk we stood in front of a white a gate
with a huge Muslim crescent painted on it. The door sighed when he pushed
it open.

-Come on in, he ushered me.

I trudged reluctantly into the darkness of a enormous patio. It smelled
like an abattoir. Blood recently spilled on the slabs of granite. Ramadan
had just finished and now everything was going back to its normal life.

-Many sheep had been slaughtered, here, he said. And you are the next one.

I froze, hearing this.

-Don't get yellow, man, I am only joking.

But I nearly shat in my pants. What was he up to?  I walked into another
room after having crossed the patio. In the room I stared at about fifty
men all dressed in fine suits, European style. Only they were Arabs Turks,
Algerians, he told me. I was the only white guy in there. The music was
wild and hectic, violins with drums with a whipping Flamenco tempo. Some
moved their hips in a sensual way while eagerly nipping at some soft
drink. Only men I saw here. No women at all.

-Women not allowed here, he said.

We reached the center of the room and I found myself in front of a huge
banquet of the most exquisite food. Shortly after, Luc's uncle introduced
me to a few friends. Only the introduction of my name I could
understand. The rest was Arab and Turkish lingo. No matter what he said,
they all started laughing and while they laughed they sized me up. It went
round like a fire, all heads turned toward me. I went red with so many
staring eyes.

-What are you telling them? I asked him.

-Nothing, just shut up.

-Why? What...

-Shut up you whore, he said.

Whore, was the word he shouted as loud as he could. A deafening silence
took hold of the room. All guests stared in my direction and actually moved
to see me at close range.

-Lock the door I heard one shout at the person near to the door. Close the
curtains and switch on the lights, he continued. Make place, uncle
said. Then uninterrupted: -Messieurs, he started, I have the honor to
invite you to watch the most wanted dancer of Brussels. His name is Alex.

Go on Alex, dance for us.

I stood there like nailed on the floor with hundreds of eyes ogling at me;
some had managed to stand on top of the tables and on the chairs.  They
were all sniggering and pushing elbows at each other, pointing at me and
grabbing their crotches.

-Come on, man.

-What? I asked again.

-Dance, if you don't want me to write to your mum.

I had been dancing all my young life, I fancied dancing in discos, but
here?

I made a few strides. People clapped hands.

-Oui, vas-y (yes, go on.), they shouted, encore (more), I heard.

As I moved on I gained more self confidence and imagined myself dancing in
a disco at home. The clapping of the hands was now in a steady tempo. Uncle
was mixing with the crowd.

-A poil (naked), someone shouted at the top of his voice. A poil (naked),
maintenant (now)

.

I had only my jacket, a T-shirt and my tight imitation jeans which were now
tighter than half a year ago, I was growing fast and my butt getting
rounder. I wish I could have seen myself then. I always wondered whether I
was looking like a whore boy and if people could see it on my face. Was it
vulgar the way my pants lept into my crack, was it exciting to them? I
remember how tight the textile ran intomy crack with every move I made. All
of a sudden as I made an attempt to a ballet split, my pants tore apart
form my backside dwon to my perineum. I stopped immediately.

-Continue, continue, they jeered.

I saw Uncle collecting money from the spectators.

-A poil, a poil, a poil, all those voices jeered in one drone.

I made no more moves at all; I just stood there with my hands over my butt.

Two fat black guys emerged form the frenzy crowd. One lifted me from the
ground with no effort and the other one unbuckled my belt, unzipped and
slid my pants over my legs and threw them in the crowd. In minutes nothing
was left of them as everyone tore of a shred. It looked as if I was a super
famous performer.

My jacket, my T-shirt, socks and unfashionable briefs followed suit. I had
nowhere to hide. I was thrown to the lions.

-Dansez, putain (dance whore), one shouted again.

At once all joined in:

-Danse, danse, danse!!!

I did what they asked me to do. My cock was flapping up and down s if he
went with the beat of the clapping hands. Some go near to me and slapped me
on the butt real hard. Then, I couldn't believe what I saw...a dozen of
them opened up their flies and showed me their hard cut cock while their
tongues were sticking out rimming their lips beckoning me. Uncle came just
in time and lifted his hand into the air.

-Arretez (stop), he screamed. You have just paid to see a dancer, but for
anything else you pay another hundred more, he added.

Straight away a tenfold of men wavered notes of hundred Belgian franks at
his face.

-I go first, a Turk snapped at him.

Uncle cashed in and said...

-Hold on, one by one, we have the whole night, gentlemen.

The crowd was roaring with laughter which stopped immediately when the
first guy touched my limp cock.

-Are you a man? He asked?

-Yes.

-Then why is it limp?

-I am afraid

-Of what?

-Of all you guys' big cocks. I cannot take this. I am only fifteen and a
half.

-But that's OK, my dear, just what we like...

His hands had my two buns at once in a firm grip.

-Bend over, he ordered.

He seemed not to have one bit of inhibition to drop his pants in front of
all these men. He spat in my arse without any preparation and got his cock
in. First he moved slowly only to speed up the thrusts and grunts. The
crowd went back to handclapping as it were a contest or something like
that. His cock was the size of a fourteen year old and didn't hurt. I moved
my body accordingly with his thrusts. I felt warm inside to say the least
and getting hornier by the minute. This time I was not drugged and
experienced all of it much more intense. His rod ground all my inner anal
veins to seething rivers. I squeezed my sphincter to keep him stuck inside
me. It seemed he liked that because he started pinching my soft flesh. He
all of a sudden lurched his head forward touching my cheek with his and
brushing his unshaved skin against mine. This really made me jump forward
and I fell on flat on my stomach with the other guy lying underneath. My
cock had flopped out of his mouth but I lay now with my cock right up his
throat. The guy behind me tried to reposition himself and had no trouble
finding my butt hole again.  They move me on my side, the guy who was on
top of me bit in my neck while shagging me harder and harder, the other had
pushed my head on squirting rready hell of boner.

I couldn't have prevented it even if I had wanted too, but the guy just
held my hands down and loaded my pretty tiny mouth with yellowish semen.

-My turn now, I heard one bark. He kicked both guys in the butt as to make
them hurry. Strangely non of them got irate or angry for that, they just
grabbed their pants and disappeared in the crowd.

The guy who towered over me was a fat big Negro Arab.

-Let's put him on the table and everyone can nibble at him like if he were
a huge apple pie.

-Yes, good idea, I heard some shout.

They plucked me from the floor and with as many as ten hands I was neatly
placed on a huge dining table, where I had seen the food before. Most of it
had been consumed and I appeared to be the desert.

They poured red wine over my chest face and foremost my genitals. One hand
scooped my balls while another emptied yet another bottle. They mixed the
wine on my body with butter, honey and liquid hot chocolate. The latter was
profusely used as to lubricate my arse. I believe I had like twenty people
around me.

-Who paid for a suck, I heard Uncle ask.

-I did, one replied.

- Move your but over here then, fast and stuff his mouth, he is real good
at it.

I lay sandwiched, being screwed in both orifices of my body. I nearly
gagged as I couldn't breathe in time. I had to catch air through my
nose. Two men had simply gotten on the table and shoved their bodies close
to mine. Others were continuing the massage. I felt my sides being spat
upon, and then wine again, and then writhing fingers, some reached through
the legs of the men. I saw that they too got fingered by the others. This
was a giant orgy never to forget. Chocolate coated dicks in all shapes
leaking with white cum. Prying my lips open and descending their huge
monster uncut cocks in my throat I could barely chew or suck.  My arse was
now as wide as the Gothard tunnel, I thought, I had no more ideas as to
what I should feel or think of first. They pumped and holed and grounded in
all my orifices, even my ears were getting a good dose of slurping and
cleaning out.

God the guys had a go on me. I was just a toy, nothing more or less to
them. The one in the back came first, leaning, gluing his rump spastically
against mine while the clapping continued. The giant cock in my mouth was
ready to shoot I could feel it. He grabbed my boyish hair and squeezed my
left cheek and got into a climax.

-Take it bitch, he hissed, take it all.

I nearly chewed on his cock, I was ready to bite it real mean, but it
tasted all right. His cum had a pleasant taste, not too salty.

 He pulled out of me like a cork out of a bottle of wine.

-Next one....next one...next one, it echoed in my head.

 I couldn't believe I did all that. I must have sucked at least twenty of
these cocks or more. I grew tired, or rather my mouth cramped and my arse
felt like crapping chronically. I did twenty-five cocks that night and had
the same amount riding me all for free, because Uncle took it all.

-You are mine now, he said. You are MY WHORE AND YOU WILL MAKE ME RICH.
And you better don't go home too soon, because I will find you sooner or
later. I think I may want to take you Turkey with me. Say bye bye to Mummy
and daddy soon. You'll be just another missing boy in the notorious Belgian
archives.

-Please don't do this, I beg you.

-Shut up, tonight you stay with me, you have spent enough nights with
Abdul, why could you not do the same with me? Just ring your mum.

-My dad will kill me if he finds out.

-Shall I waste him?

-You can do that?

-Sure.

This would be a great opportunity to free my mother from the domestic hell
she lived in, I thought. But could I see myself as an accomplice in the
murder of my dad?

-Yes, do it, I will do anything ever after for you; I do it for my mother.

-Ok. But for now you shut up and make me happy in bed tonight.

-But I have just sucked so many and been screwed, I cannot anymore. If you
do that to me now, you will ruin me and I won't be looked for by any of
your customers.

-Maybe you are right, you are not that dumb, it seems. Ok. Tonight you
sleep a good night's rest. But tomorrow you will be my slave for the night.

His mum opened the door in her nighty. No questions were asked.

-Go to his bedroom, she said. He will take care of you; he is good with Luc
as well. She said. As she turned around to walk ahead of us in her
transparent nighty, I saw she was wearing precious little but a piece of
red lingerie, like the ones the whores at the north station wore. Poor Luc,
his mum was a whore, his uncle a predator and Luc himself maybe now a star
in the Child pornography.

I had no pajamas; uncle had refused me one of his. He wanted me to sleep
naked. It was OK, after all it was summer, and I could bare it. But as I
expected he could not keep his hands to himself and before I knew he was
rubbing his cock against my crack and massaging my balls which got my cock
crystal hard.

-Turn around, he ordered, and get your head to my cock and suck real hard.

I knew there was no way to protest. My lips glued on his Muslim knob and
sucked it with fervor though I was knackered.  He moaned like a cheap porn
star.  He pushed my head down and put his index finger up my arse over my
curved back. I flinched as it hurt me real bad.  He didn't care a bit just
holed himself deeper and while I got pistoned in my over dry mouth. I
sucked hard and pumped and pumped. The bed was squeaking like an old
hag. MMMMHHH,he sighed, encore, putain (more whore), he drove his cock to
the hilt, his pubic hair up my nose. The sperm shot like cloudy little
arrows up my throat descending behind my tonsils. I swallowed; his sperm
didn't seem to have an end in helpings.

-Good boy, he said, good job you did. I earned ten thousand franks with you
tonight. Someone has ordered you for a private party next week. He made a
down payment of seven thousand. Some politicians want you there: Belgian
ones. They have real special tastes, I am curious myself, but I won't be
there, I just deliver you, see. Goodnight now.

-Goodnight, I said and tried to forget this was real.

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