Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2013 21:18:45 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Pantsed

				 PANTSED!
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     The sounds of the basketball court distracted me on my way to the
weight room and I paused at the door to look in. A pickup game of sorts,
two-against-two, they were playing on the near half of the court and I had
a view from behind and one side of the goal. Good angle for this sort of
game. Four college guys, just having a game for the fun of it on a Saturday
afternoon, and near as I could tell, we were the only five guys in the
entire gymnasium at the moment. Mother's Day weekend, after all, most of
the regulars were making appearances at their parent's house for the
obligatory kudos to their mothers. Four hunky jocks having some fun, and
one skinny, scrawny nerd hoping to build up some muscle on the
skin-and-bones that made up his body. Guess which one I was.
     I knew these guys, at least somewhat. That black-haired Adonis was
Gregor (not Gregory), whose lithe, sculptured body had danced through my
wet-dreams more often than was comfortable, he was a physics major and had
a brain to go with his body. He and a blond beauty named Carl (I knew
little more about him than that fact) were teamed up against Phil and
David. All four of them were strong, cute and/or handsome, well-muscled and
athletic. Their basketball game was energetic and fun-spirited, the kind of
game that you hope to see on television with the professionals, but all too
often don't get to watch. Of course, they were playing on a half-court.
     They'd been playing a while, too. All four of them were sweat-soaked,
hair plastered to their heads, beads flying from their bodies when they
turned, their bodies shining in the overhead lights that were drenching
them in sulfur-yellowish light. I watched as Gregor made a basket, and
there was a pause while Phil chased the ball that had bounced awry down
toward the other doorway at this end of the court. Gregor lifted the hem of
his tank-top and lifted it to his face, wiped it as I stared at his
six-pack of abs, six glowing globes of glory that arced as he raised his
arms up and down, the way a cobra waves under the spell of the fakir's
pungi-flute. He lowered it and I turned my admiration towards his arms,
long, beautifully shining, I could see every separate muscle on his
beautiful, beautiful body and....
     "Here he is, guys!" came a yell behind me and with that, my shorts and
jockstrap were grabbed and yanked down to my ankles in one sharp motion.
The guys turned (three of them, it was Phil who had caught the ball outside
in the hallway, seen me looking in and sneaked up behind me), and there I
was, naked from the waist down.
     And sporting a hell of an erection! I reached to cover myself with my
hands, but not until a handful of seconds had passed, and it was by then
far, far, far too late.
     "You like what you were seeing?" David demanded.
     "He was staring at Gregor. I saw him." Phil scoffed as he rejoined his
comrades. They were arrayed against me, now, me miserably bending down to
pick up my shorts and jock again and tug it up around my humiliation.
     I was looking down, both in shame and to see how to adjust my
waistband (ever try to get a jockstrap straight when you pull it up with
the shorts? Doesn't happen), and when I looked up again, they were right on
top of me.
     "What the fuck did you think you were looking at?" Gregor demanded.
     "He was looking at you." Phil supplied, snickering.
     "And you got a boner from that?" Gregor wasn't looking very handsome
right now. He looked mad as hell, and mad at me! "You get hot looking at
sweaty guys, huh?"
     "Honest, I didn't know I had a boner while I was looking at you!" I
nattered out. "It just came up by itself!"
     "Of course it came up. You were thinking about this, weren't you?"
Gregor grabbed his crotch and waggled it, his hand outlined a formidable
column in his shorts...I could SEE the outline of his cock when he did
that!
     And I made a big mistake right then, my eyes fastened on his crotch,
wide as I could make them, and I licked my lips.
     "You do!" Carl accused me. "You want Gregor's cock, don't you?"
     "You want this?" Gregor snarled at me. "You want a ride on my cock,
geek?"
     "Uh...huh!" I gasped. The coincidence of sounds was, well,
coincidental, but that was all it took.
     "You do, huh. Well, then, I'll just give it to you."
     I backed away but Dave and Carl grabbed me. One on each arm, and given
how strong they were and how puny I was, that was all it took, I struggled,
but that was all there was to it.
     Phil yanked my shorts and jockstrap down again and I was right back
where I'd started, naked below the waist with a hard-on. And any arguments
I might have had were lost with that erection.
     "Yeah, we'll just give you some of this." Gregor muttered. "Get him
down on the floor for me. Can't fuck him standing up."
     I writhed and kicked as Gregor's three buddies obeyed his command. I'd
always known Gregor was something of a leader with these guys, but this was
the first time I'd seen it in action like this. He ordered...and they
followed without hesitation.
     I was taken down on the cold wooden floor on my back and Phil wrestled
my shorts and jock off of me and helped his buddies to pin my legs up near
my head. With Phil now at my head and Dave to my left and Carl to my right,
all six hands holding me down, I could only watch as Gregor slid off his
own shorts and jockstrap and as naked as I was, knelt down, his hairy legs
as shining as the rest of his body. Damn, even here, even now, he looked so
damned perfect! If I had to get force-fucked, I couldn't have asked for a
more beautiful guy to be doing it to me and...oh, my God! He was huge!
     He didn't lube himself, but his crotch was as sweaty or sweatier than
the rest of him, his cock was sopping wet from that and his energy took
care of the rest of it. His hard prong hit my ass and it didn't knock, it
hit me like a battering ram. My ass made an initial resistance, and then
gave way like so much wet tissue paper. I moaned as the huge, thick length
of it plowed its way into me, Gregor grunting above me like a large,
gorgeous-bodied pig-man, and his buddies were chuckling, a sound like the
rain hitting the roof, and like the ocean waves pounding rocks on the
beach.
     "Huh-uh-uh, huh!" Gregor got the rest of the length into me, and with
the full body of his dong in me, he leaned down to rest his weight on one
brawny arm and that put his face over mine. "You like that, shithead? You
like my cock in your ass?"
     "Ah-heee!" I whimpered in lieu of an answer I might regret.
     "Give it to him, Gregor. Really pound this nerd's butt." Dave urged.
     "Teach him to stare at you like that." Phil added.
     Gregor began to move, and I whined some more. The pain wasn't that
bad, though. I couldn't help it, the guy had turned me on before I'd been
grabbed. My ass had mostly opened up for him as he plunged into me, you
can't get your body to lie when you're getting fucked by a guy you've
dreamed of being fucked by. The feeling is less a case of "I'm being
violated" and more like "Thank God! At last!"
     "Make him squeal, Gregor." Carl said as Gregor began to hunch at my
butt. "Make the little geek feel your cock. Teach him a lesson!"
     I looked up at Gregor moving back and forth above me. He still looked
like a fucking god! So beautiful, so sweat-glowing with tousled hair and
shining face softened by his exertions of passion into my body that he
didn't look at all aggressive, even though his buddies were holding me down
while he fucked me. He looked like a...lover.
     "Guhhhhh!" I moaned and the change in my tone was unmistakable.
     "The shithead's getting into it." Phil said in awe.
     "You must not be fucking him hard enough." Carl opined.
     "Get him harder, man, harder!" Dave chipped in.
     Gregor did speed up, but my moans didn't change their tenor, only
their intensity. God, it just felt so good! Even here, even now, I couldn't
help it, it felt good! "Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" I groaned. "Yeah, yeahhhhhh!"
     "You bastard!" Gregor grunted. "You're not supposed to like it, you
turd, shut up, shut the fuck up, damn it!" And he rammed my ass harder.
     "I can't help it!" I gasped out. "It feels so good! I like it, I like
it!"
     "You prick, you son of a bitch. Quit liking this!" Gregor panted at
me. "Guh-huh-uh-uh-uh!"
     "Yeah, man, yeah!" I groaned.
     "Bastard, cunt, pussy!" Gregor accused me. "Oh, ah, ah, gah, ah!"
     "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!"
     "Guh-huh, guh-huh, guh-huh-huh-huh-huh...GAH-AHHHH!" And Gregor was
blasting his wads into my ass.
     I groaned and squirted my own load up at Gregor as he came,
splattering both of us with my jizz. "UH-HUH-UH-UHHHHH!"
     "AH, SHIT, HAH, AH, GOD, FUCK, AHH, AHH, ahhhhhh!" And he fell down
onto me as his arm seemed to give way, and he was panting heavily, my come
making squishy feelings as his body and mine rubbed over each other, Gregor
jerking in his post-coital earthquake.
     "You made the little bastard come." Phil wondered aloud.
     "The shit liked it." Dave said.
     "He's a fucking queer!" Carl concluded. "And by you fucking him, you
were just giving him what he wanted."
     Gregor raised up onto his knees again.
     "I shouldn't have pantsed him." Phil decided. "Just beat the fucker
up, that would have done it."
     "We can still beat him up." Dave punctuated his comment by slugging me
on my side.
     "Leave him alone." Gregor said. "Just turn him loose and let him go."
     The guys obeyed him, but Phil muttered. "Maybe you're sweet on the
faggot."
     "Shut up." Gregor ordered and Phil subsided. To me, Gregor
snarled. "Get up and get your shorts on!" He was putting his own on as
well.
     I complied, not daring to look up at him. When I was done, I did
look,though.
     The look on Gregor's face was...odd. Not angry, not smiling. It took
me a while, but I finally got it, the emotion he was wearing.
     Confusion. The god-in-flesh was confused! I should have thought the
Earth would shiver and the skies crack with lightning.
     Gregor's mouth worked, then opened. "Get the fuck out of here."
     "Sure." I said and then dared to say it. "Thanks."
     "For what?" He didn't wait for the answer. "Get the fuck out of here,
now!"
     I got out. I didn't know what to think about this. I spent the rest of
the day in my room at the dorm, thinking about it.
     Late that night, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and Gregor
was there. The confusion of this afternoon was still on his face, but it
was tempered, somehow, with something else.
     Without a word, he pushed his way past me and walked in. "Shut the
door." he said. "We have to talk."
     I shut the door and turned to face him.
     I'd just have to see what happened next.

				  THE END
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