Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2011 10:26:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Bitch

"We saw you in Mac ruder Park after midnight" Standing in front of Weber,
the tall Robert Marshall smiled evilly.  Beside and behind him were his
usually seen friends.

Throughout the school years, even in years when all were much younger,
Weber had seen them in a pack riding bikes, later driving old used cars and
now they rode trucks.

It had been years since any of them had talked to him.

Weber, shirtless and wearing his old gym shorts sat on the picnic table
bench in the park. It was summer and already so hot and humid armpits
poured reactions, bare chests glowed and cold cokes were everywhere.

"So?" he said not knowing how else to respond the apparently confrontation.

He had been in Mac ruder Park two nights before. It wasn't his first time
sneaking out of his neighboring apartment building, creeping carefully so
as to not waken his parents. The hot hair swept across his face as he
exited the air conditioning causing him to strip off his tee shirt
immediately.

Walking into the cover of darkness, Weber crossed the field and entered the
wooded area. Silhouettes were here and there, small orange lights of
cigarette butts identified those leaning on trees. He moved to the dark
building.

It hadn't been his first time some classes ended. That was the night he
walked slowly, and with each step considered turning back and satisfying
his frustration alone in his bed as usual. But with each step, he came
closer to the decision he knew he must make.

The place was quiet. Men were quietly standing at urinals. An occasional
loud sound from the stalls invited Weber's eyes.

Some leaned against the wall as if waiting for a space but instead waiting
to see who might arrive.

A hand on his bare shoulder invited him and Weber followed, knowing his
experimenting with cousins and friends years gone by was about to turn into
a real lifestyle.

The second time, he was bolder. His body wanted it; his mind envisioned it
and he needed it. He only wore the flimsy blue old gym shorts which let his
hardness move easily. He didn't bother to wear his tee shirt when he left
the apartment.

He moved inside and stood at the urinal holding his erection for anyone
interested to see. The stall found him kneeling and enjoying the milk he
swallowed. Another pressed him against the wall sliding inside him. Weber
ignored the pain and sought the sensations that he would mentally describe
as pleasure.

Weber stood by a man at a urinal. His hand touched the man's hand. And he
moved back to the stalls with the man following. He stripped and sat on the
toilet looking up at the man.

The much older cock aimed and sprayed his bare chest, belly and crotch with
the urine that was originally to be dispelled elsewhere.

Weber wanted more. He leaned against the back wall waiting. Men looked. He
stroked to show them his hunger.  They pulled him inside, two of them, each
using his available hole.

He couldn't stop a third from jacking him taking Weber's mind into a level
of awareness that felt like floating, soaring over the site watching a
naked youth sexually attacked by three men. No wait, another entered the
handicapped size stall replacing the cock that withdrew. It jammed inside
Weber taking him back down to the cement floor as he endured the fatter
intrusion.

The room was empty when he finished depositing what his intestines had
accumulated. It stank, but much of the odor came from his own body, coated
with expel from others.

He held his shorts and began to jack off another time. Weber's smooth
youthful body was clearly visible and available. But nobody entered. He
exploded and pissed, feeling empty in his mind and gut.

As he pulled on the blue shorts, he felt the phantom inside him and
smiled. He'd go home and lie in bed feeling it still and if possible enjoy
his hand remembering how he let himself be used that night.

It was summer. He was gay. He wanted sex. The silhouettes were there in the
park as he walked from the abandoned men's toilet shack. The lights in the
windows of his apartment building loomed close.

"Hey" the voice said. Weber turned to see an orange light move upwards and
illuminate the face. It was a kid from community college; one he remembered
from High School.

"Oh shit" he thought, "he knows I'm queer".

But the guy is there too, sitting on a tree stump, his rolled up sleeve
shirt displaying his bare arms.  Why was HE there? Did he want what Weber
wanted? He hadn't seen him in the toilet.

"Hey" Weber responded but kept walking towards home.

Weber remembered it all. It was Marshall in the park, alone. But now he
said "WE" saw you in Mac ruder Park.

"So you go there allot?"  Marshal asked.

Weber adjusted his blue gym shorts. They were cool in the summer. He felt
naked in them, wearing them all the time since summer began.

"When I gotta piss" Weber stumbled for a reason the guy had seen him nights
before.

"Fuck you, you live there, you can piss at home" Marshall's group laughed
at his challenging response.

"Yea I was heading home, had to piss real bad, didn't want to wait" Weber
figured he had the right explanation. He looked towards the equipment shed
where Sam Arnold was handing out basket balls to waiting kids.

He had sucked the guy off the summer after high school. It was not expected
as he stood at the Dutch door waiting for it to open that day. Sounds from
inside told him Sam was there.

A redheaded kid appeared when the door opened.

"You next?" the man asked

"Uh yea I guess" Weber said moving inside the open door. Sam closed it and
unzipped his cock.

"Front or back?" he asked.

"What?" Weber asked.

The man put his hands on his shoulders and pressed Weber to his knees. The
cock moved towards his face and he was soon sucking the man until the cum
shot on his face and bare chest.

"That was nice, I thought you were hungry" Sam smiled "Next time I want to
give you a better treat" he reached down and lifted Weber then squeezed his
buttocks.

"Look at me kid" Marshall demanded and for some reason Weber obeyed.

Marshallpeeled his shirt off and used it to wipe his armpits.  His chest
was developed nicely. A tattoo on one pec showed an eagle which seemed to
move its wings as his pec undulated.

"He likes you" one of Marshall's boys said and others laughed.

"Yea he likes cock" Marshall said "And you are gonna get allot of it this
summer aren't you boy?" his face was close to Weber's now.

"We need to get out cocks taken care of this summer boy"

"What bout your girlfriends?"  Weber asked.

"Shit, Evelyn won't even touch him" one of the boys said.

"Yea not till she gets a ring on that finger" Marshall lamented "Hell not
even Brenda will give Noxy a handjob"

The boys laughed at whichever one was called Noxy.

"So little gay boy, you're going to be out bitch this summer." Marshall
said "If any of us need it, you give it, and we'll keep your little secret,
understand?"

Weber just stared. His memory of three others using him for sex two nights
before was still fresh in his mind. His cock stirred.

"You cannot say no to me or any of my guys, understand?" Marshall's hand
rested on Weber's bare knee. "I see you like the idea" his fingers moved
under the cloth towards Weber's growth.

He looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"Make him do it now" one of the boys said. Weber noted they had all moved
closer now nearly becoming a wall hiding what was happening from any other
eyes.

Some were shirtless like Marshall and him. Another was bravely outlining
his own erection in his jeans.

"No boys, we keep this private. Just us and him. That way he'll belong only
to us. Don't tell anyone, don't share him with others, he's ours, aren't
you bitch?"

Weber didn't say anything. He couldn't leave because the hard cock he had
would be seen tenting his blue shorts out.

"Of course if you don't, I'll make sure you folks know about your midnight
toilet sex. And when classes begin, word will get around there too. Hell
even Mr. Fawlter will know." They all laughed.

Fawlter, the history professors was obviously gay. He openly flirted with
the boys in his classrooms. And he tutored those whose grades needed
it. The rumor was if you got tutored by the man, you were giving up your
butts for grades. The outline of Mr. Fawlter's very long cock was noted by
all in the tight pants he wore.  Weber had thought about asking for
tutoring though his grades didn't need it.

"All you have to do is be out summer bitch. You get all the cock you want
and we get all the relief we need...morning, noon or night."

"Hey hey guys what's goin on?" Sam appeared. "You guys need balls?"

He laughed and so did Marshall and his friends. Some crude comments were
exchanged as the group dissipated.

"Remember anytime" Marshall turned back towards Weber.

"You ok?" Sam asked Weber who still looked at the bare torso walking away.

"Yea, just hot, guys messin around" Weber said.

"Want to come into the shed and cool off?" Sam touched the same bare knee
Marshall had. "Looks like you need it"

"Yea yea, no, gotta go home, go shopping with my Mom" Weber said wishing he
had agreed to go into the shed and get even sweatier then he was. There was
no doubt in his mind he was turned on by Marshall and his threats.

He had all summer ahead of him. His folks were going to Europe on vacation
and he'd have the apartment to himself for a whole month. Weber watched his
mother run to and fro packing, calling out questions to his father who
offered his usual grunted responses.

In just another day they would leave and he'd be alone, alone at last.

Lying in his bed, Weber thought about his plans for the next couple of
months. There would be pizza, lots of pizza. He could read, watch TV
endless hours, jack off whenever and wherever he pleased.

He considered inviting Mike up to the apartment. Weber had never spent time
in bed with another guy, only bathrooms, tool shacks and car rides he
attracted when hitchhiking.

"You need a ride?" the vintage Buick red convertible slowed down beside
Weber as he walked towards his apartment building. It was within sight, a
short walk.

The guy was suntanned, older and revealed his very blue eyes as he lowered
his sunglasses. They darted up and down, obviously surveying Weber's body.

He adjusted the backpack full of books and the bag of tapes he had
retrieved.

"Sure why not?" he got in the car and the bag spilled on the floor
revealing the old vhs gay porn he had rented.

"Nice tapes" the driver said.  Weber blushing stuffed them into a bag. "Uh
it's for an essay I have to write" he explained afraid to look at the man.

"Oh shame I thought we had something in common" the man said patting
Weber's jeaned leg.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Where are you going?" Weber smiled. His question was somewhere in his
memory probably from some porn tape he had seen.

"Great, I know a lot, nobody watches cars there" he said driving into
another lane.

They talked of Weber's schooling, the fall weather, teachers, and the guy's
hometown in California and soon the car was parking on the distant side of
a large parking lot near a mall.

Weber didn't realize how far they had driven or how long.

"Quite a nice cock" the man's fingers had located and outlined it in
Weber's jeans until it grew full length and girth.

"Yea, bet you have a large one Sir" Weber's head was again quoting porn
dialog/

The man revealed his cock and guided Weber's head to his lap.

Weber swallowed and smiled licking his lips.

"I want to watch you" the man said and Weber stripped and lay back in the
passenger seat jacking his cock.  The sky above, the bright sun, the birds
flew and above them jets from the nearby airport dashed across the sky. He
was being watched and it excited him more letting his body spill it's
contents high and on his own body.

Panting he turned to see the man kneeling in the driver seat jacking his
cock, aiming it at him and streaming his sperm across Weber's puddles.

"Shit kid you are hot" the guy said as he bent over and licked the spillage
from Weber's body.

Then the man's lips surrounded Weber's softening cock bringing it back to
full attention and finally urging more sperm from its spout.

"Very nice. You live around here?" the guy asked as he redressed himself.

"Uh back where you picked me up" Weber confessed and the man laughed.

"Good, I commute that highway often. Maybe I'll see you hitching again" he
said patting Weber's bare chest.

"You do this allot, pick up uh you know guys?" He asked.

"Well to tell you the truth, when I work late I go to the park there. You
know the men's bathroom building.  Lots of action there."

"Ewww" Weber reacted thinking about the bathroom sex that went on in the
building he had seen often and heard stories about.

"Maybe I'll see you there sometime, we can do allot more in the handicapped
stall then here in the open" the man started the car for the drive back to
the park and Weber's apartment building.

He came with an urgency remembering the stranger. And it was that guy who
got him interested in taking the step into the park the following summer
... only weeks ago to explore it. The man wasn't there but others were. And
they showed him the stories he heard were true.

Weber lay there panting. His parents would leave the next day. As he wiped
the jism from his belly the phone rang.

"Two AM, Miller's Warehouse" the voice said

"Uh?" Weber responded "Who is this?"

"Marshall said you had to do what we said, be there" click the phone
disconnected.

"Fuck that" Weber said turning his body rubbing his bare skin against the
sheets that enshrouded him.  He had begun to sleep naked before he
graduated from high school. His mother complained and his father laughed
about it.

"If he wants to act like a savage, let him, it will pass when he gets cold"
the man winked at him. Weber knew his father knew he masturbated. He had
done it of course when he was young. Weber wondered if he knew how many
times he did it.

The phone rang again.

"Two AM Miller's warehouse bitch, I told you to never say no" It was
Marshall.  "If you don't show up, I have a certain photo of you in the
toilet that goes on the Internet. I think your folks will like it." the
line disconnected.

His gut clutched. A photo of him having sex with men. Was it him sucking
cock, being sucked, being fucked, being pissed on, having two men fuck him
at once, was it when the third man milked him while being fucked, or him
jacking off at the urinal while men watched?

He pulled the gym shorts on and grabbed the wife beater shirt. Miller's
warehouse was a ride away. Weber had been saving for a car but for now the
scooter would suffice. Its low motor hum filled his ears as the night hot
air blew across his bare shoulders.

The alleys through the warehouse were well known. That's where cars raced
at night. Movie Videos had filmed there. Event parties used it. And during
the day, crates moved in and out of the silent buildings.

It was quiet now. He drove around until he saw the sign MILLERS
WAREHOUSE. It had taken him more time then he anticipated. It was two
thirty by the time he arrived, parked and began to creep around.

"Finally" the voice said. He turned to see Marshall step from the shadowed
wall. "In here" the creak of the metal door revealed a yellow light
somewhere inside.

"Uh maybe" he said.

"Look bitch, you need to understand how this is going to work." Marshall
grabbed the cloth of his shirt into a bunch. It revealed his bare belly and
back as the shirt was nearly pulled off of him.

"We call, you come, we give you orders, you obey, you are our property for
the rest of the summer understand?"

Weber didn't answer. If he pushed Marshall away, the guy might get
violent. While he had fantasies of being raped Weber knew he didn't really
want it. The guy was pulling him by his shirt now.

"Say it bitch" Marshall said.

"What?" Weber didn't know what to say.

"When I give you an order you say yes sir, understand?" Marshall

"Uh yea" Weber said.

The slap surprised him more then hurt him.

"Say it or you'll get more of that and I have a nice wide belt I can use"
Marshall dropped the shirt pushing Weber to the asphalt surface He began to
unbuckled the belt dotted with metal studs.

Weber knew he shouldn't have come. He could have avoided the park where the
guy hung out. He could have spent the next 10 weeks across town.

"Yes Sir" Weber said.

Marshallstopped for a second then pulled the belt out with a snap. Weber
thought he was bout to get hit. Instead the boy put the belt around his
neck and looped it, bringing it tight.

"That's what I thought. You are a bitch, a bitchboy, our slaveboy, punk,
queer, cuntboy aren't you?"

"Yes Sir" Weber replied hoping it would appease Marshall.

"Looks like you're ready" Marshalls spare fingers located Weber's hard cock
which stuck out of the leg of his shorts.

"He's ready boys" Marshall called pulling Weber to his feet by the belt and
forward into the warehouse. The metal door creaked close.

"Who's first?" Weber felt the hands take his shirt from him and yank his
shorts off.

"It's not rape if you're willing" his fathers words from a long ago
discussion suddenly appeared to him.

He was willing. He let those he couldn't clearly see in the darkness move
him about. He sucked the cocks that pressed against his lips. He suffered
the intrusion into his butthole. It wasn't like the toilet sex, it was
rushed, nearly violent at first.

The he lay on the cement floor which cooled his skin.

They laughed; the odor of the pot they smoked was in the air. The cans of
beer they drank were heard.

"He needs a drink" someone said and they laughed.

The cock splashed on his face.  "Open up bitch, take a swallow" the voice
said.

"Do what he says bitchboy" Marshalls voice added to the laughter.

"Yes Sir" Weber muttered and that made them laugh too.

He did as he was told and tasted the salty urine. "Drink it all" the cock
moved inside his mouth and he guzzled hoping it wouldn't affect his taste
buds that way.

"Let him rest" Marshal said as Weber coughed after the pissing cock left
him "For now" again laughter.

They told jokes, smoked and drank. Now and then one could come to him
again, twist his nipples, yank his balls, slap his cock..or seek relief in
his mouth again.

"You had enough bitch boy?" Marshall stood above him.

"Yes Sir" Weber said.

"Ok for now. But this is only the first training session. When we call what
do you do?"

"Answer" Weber stammered

"yea yea and when we tell you what to do what do you do bitch?"

"Do it" Weber said.

"Good. Ok boys time to mark him, it's getting light outside"

Weber feared a knife would soon scar him, marking him in some sick
way. He'd have to explain to his parents why his face was cut or to some
Doctor what happened.

The belt wrapped around his neck again. Marshall yanked him to his knees.

"We are taking you as our property understand boy?"

"yes Sir" Weber said feeling the beginning streams on his back then
chest. They were circled around him, pissing on him, marking him like
wolves marked their territory.

He felt the urine dripping off his shoulders, chin, and hard cock. Weber
knew he was gay and realized that he was even more that night. He liked
being taken charge of, owned, used and told what to do.

They left him there, naked and wet.

The light of the early morning revealed their backs as they left the
place. Weber looked for his shirt but couldn't find it. His shorts too
seemed missing but eventually he found them and put them on.

The scooter ride through the early morning hot sun felt good drying his wet
skin, exciting him as he rode.  He had to hurry because his parents would
want to say goodbye before they left.

As he approached the park, he saw Mike opening the equipment shed and he
waved. The man watched him.

"Coming inside?" Mike said adjusting his crotch.

"Can't now, gotta get home"

"oh yea your folks are taking off today" Mike smiled.

"Yea but I'll be back later" Weber said "I think" he wondered it the guys
who had declared him their summer bitch would want him again so soon.

He walked naked from his bedroom across the apartment past the ceiling to
floor windows. Weber stopped and played with his penis wondering if anybody
could see him from afar..Some pervert watching through binoculars.

Maybe he'd write his phone number on large paper and put it on the glass to
see if anyone called.

His parents were gone hours ago. It was approaching evening and he had the
night ahead by himself.

Weber pledged to himself to stay naked for the next month having the
apartment to himself.

Laying on the couch the TV showing the gay porn he had, Weber stroked his
cock. The doorbell interrupted him.

He decided to answer it hiding behind the door. He'd say he was getting a
shower if they realized he was nude.

Mike smiled. "It's time" he said entering as Weber stood back.

"I see you're ready for me" he carried pizzas.

"First we eat then we fuck" the man said in a strong voice "Understand?" he
suddenly got gruff.

"yes Sir" Weber heard himself say automatically.

"Good Marshall said you liked that" Weber realized Marshall had told others
he was a fag and liked being a bitch too.

But he ate and moved as he was told to and fucked three times before the
phone rang.

"Be ready 6am, we'll pick you up, no shirt, blue shorts, flip flops, we
know a nude beach where you will service us and anyone we tell you"
Marshall said "What do you say bitch?"

"yes Sir" Weber answered

They were taking him somewhere. Where? How long? For how many to use? He
had questions he dared not answer. It wasn't his place.

He liked being a summer bitch. And in the fall, he knew he'd ask Mr. Fawlty
for some special tutoring too. The man obviously had a big cock.

He turned and sucked Mike's cock till it gagged him. He was hungry.