Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 1

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
toddstop@yahoo.com


		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

				Chapter One

I came into the locker room ready for them, anticipating what would happen,
even; a sort of nervous excitement that made my underarms prickle with
sweat.  Since that memorable day a few weeks ago, when Justin and nine of
the other guys had fucked me in the showers, I'd grown adept at recognizing
the signs of their lust.  Glances from the corners of their eyes, a certain
tension in the way they acted around me, whispered exchanges followed by
laughter were all the clues I needed to know I was gonna get fucked.

That Friday was one of the few when there wasn't a game scheduled.  Coach
Baldwin had worked us extra hard at practice, held us an hour later than
usual.  We'd pushed through it and, as usual, I had lingered behind to help
Billie and Mr. Baker, the assistant coach, clean up the field.  Picking up
balls, bundling the bats and hauling it all to the equipment room let me
lag behind the other guys on the team.  It was the only way to keep myself
sane, a lesson I'd learned well.  Billie gave me a dirty look on my way out
but I ignored him like usual.

I knew if I came to the showers with the whole team I'd end up taking them
all on, which had happened the day after the first time I'd been
gang-banged in the showers.  Getting it at both ends from the entire
varsity team was no easy feat, and after it was over and I'd cum, I thought
I was gonna die from a sore ass and a sour stomach full of cum.  So now, I
staggered my approach to the showers.  It was simple, the guys that wanted
to relieve some tension would linger back and wait for me.  Sometimes there
were just a couple, sometimes it was more, but I never had to worry about
all twelve guys together since.

Gang-banged?.the word echoed in my mind as I entered the locker room,
batting helmet under one arm and the familiar smell filling my senses.
Such a dirty word, such a slutty thing to do.  It still made me feel a
little guilty, no matter how much I loved it.  I remembered when it had
been burned into my brain.  I was talking to Justin between classes after
the second time, after I'd been royally fucked by the full dozen of them,
three more than the first time as word spread among the players.

"You doing okay today?" he'd asked me as I pulled the books for my next
class from my locker.  He'd come up behind me quietly and startled me,
making me jump a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine."  I covered my moment of unease.  I was still unsure of
exactly what was being said about me around school and I moved from class
to class anxiously.

"You seemed pretty wiped out yesterday, after all those guys?."  He waved
his hand rather than finish his statement.

"It was? pretty rough, but I'm doing alright today."

"So no regrets or anything?  I feel kinda bad since I'm the one that sorta
forced you to do it."

"No regrets, Justin, and you didn't force me to do anything I didn't want
to do.  I just didn't fully realize what I was in for.  But I should
probably thank you, you know? for making my orgy fantasy come true."  I
forced myself to meet his eyes as I said it.  He broke into a grin before
bursting into laughter.

"Orgy?" he whispered.  "An orgy is when a bunch of people have sex
together.  You got gang-banged, dude.  That's when a bunch of guys all fuck
one bitch, um? person."  I felt my cheeks heating up and couldn't look him
in the face.  Justin laughed some more then clapped his hand on my
shoulder.  "Come on, Kenny, let's get to calc or Mrs. Johnson will have a
shit-fit."  He steered me off to class.