Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 16:53:29 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My Fault [Revised]

My Fault by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk  [Revised 2009]

A Gay story concerning mild w/s, s/m, youths etc.

If under the age of consent or likely to be offended you shouldn't be here.
This is fiction so safe sex is not practised.  Life is not fiction.  Be
safe.

It was my fault.  There was no one else to blame.  I'd not intended to go
out that evening, as guests were due for dinner and to spend the night.
Then just as I was wondering where they were the telephone rang and an
apologetic voice said they would be delayed for several hours.
Of course the meal would be ruined and I was pissed off having been slaving
over a hot stove, on a hot summer's day, to get the meal ready.  I'd also
been partaking of a drink or several in the process.  In fact I'd already
killed one bottle of wine and had started on the second.
I knew I shouldn't drive but was in such a mood that `though it was only
just dusk, in fact shortly after 9.00pm, decided to go out and see if I
could find someone to help cheer me up and while away the time until my
guests/bed partners finally showed up.  Part of me said there would be no
one around at that time of the evening and part that it was a risk to drive.
Even so.  I thought I might be lucky and that it would be unlikely the
police would stop me so early in the evening.
I was wrong on both counts.
There seemed no need to change, I just grabbed a tracksuit on my way out in
case it got cooler.  Being as it was so hot in the kitchen I was only
wearing running shorts and singlet.  I did think to grab a bottle of poppers
as well thankfully, as it turned out.
Driving to my usual night-time cottage, almost hidden away in some nearby
woods that were a favourite picnic site during the day. I was unsurprised to
find only another couple of cars in the vicinity.  Unlike the dozen or so
that turned up most weekends.  Even so I got out and walked to the cottage,
only half noticing a couple of track bikes locked up outside.
Inside I got something of a shock.  There were two lads at the urinal who
pulled apart with a gasp as I walked in.  One was coloured, about 18,
5'10''; short cropped curly hair, wearing denim shorts and a T-shirt.  The
other was white, slightly younger, longish blonde hair wearing lycra shorts
and top.  The only thing unusual was his top was unzipped to the waist and
his shorts half way down his legs.

"Don't worry about me," I said when I'd got myself back together,  "I'm not
really here actually,"  for some reason that comment seemed clever to me
just then. They were a fit pair of lads who looked rough enough to put
anyone off objecting, especially as it was quite obvious that something had
been going on.  I had no hope they would include me, as obviously I was some
10 years older.  I was quite prepared to watch whatever happened I will
admit.  Just to show them I was OK I made sure they saw me open my bottle of
poppers and take a sniff.
That was my mistake.  Poppers and alcohol with me just don't mix.  I lose
all inhibitions straight away.  That's why I only use one or the other
unless in a heavy scene at home.  Whatever.  It seemed to do the trick as
the coloured lad held out his hand and asked for a sniff, then passed the
bottle to the younger lad.  They were both blasé about it, obviously having
partaken before.
I don't know if it was the poppers or the mood I was in but almost before
the first blast had receded I heard myself say "do either of you fancy a
blow job?"  Even as I spoke part of me was shocked but the other part walked
over and started to kneel down in front of the white lad.  They took it all
on board however and the coloured boy guided the white one's cock to my
mouth.
It was a very nice size for that time of the evening.  Young, firm, cut and
clean.  About six inches erect and fitted easily in my mouth.  I started to
lick and suck happily, not really being aware as I crouched on my haunches
that I was being manoeuvred round and back till I felt my feet knock against
the step of the urinal.  Then a pair of hands on my shoulders pushed me back
slightly so I sat down on the step.
I could feel the cool wet back of the urinal through my singlet but by now
had lost all sense of responsibility.  The poppers were pushed back under my
nose and I happily snorted deeply as I continued to suck greedily on the
young cock in my mouth.
I was in heaven.  A pair of hands holding my head and an active cock being,
by now, rammed in and out of my mouth.  I could feel it starting to engorge
and shudder and did my best to grip it tighter whilst running my tongue
round the cut edge whenever it became available.  I did it right because
suddenly the hands holding my head gripped tighter and forced it back
against the wall while the cock pumped shot after shot down my throat.  I
could hardly keep up with it.  I'd forgotten just how virile youngsters
could be.
Finally he shuddered to a halt and slowly pulled himself away.  I held tight
to his cock for as long as I could, but to no avail.  He pulled out and
back.  Standing just a foot or so away I half opened my eyes to see him
handling his cock.  I could also see we had company.  There were at least a
couple more pairs of feet behind the two young ones I was servicing.

"God I needed that," he said.  "And I need this as well."  Just then the
urinal started to flush over my shoulders and down my back.  By now my feet
were stretched out in front rather than bunched up under me, as I'd found it
more comfortable while he'd been fucking my face.  Before I had a chance to
get my hands under and pull away from the flow of water pouring down my back
another stream hit me from the front.  This time warm and slightly acrid.
He was happily pissing over me without even a by your leave.  I had no
objection in principle, in fact had been looking forward to such a session
with my delayed dinner guests.  But not in such a public place and certainly
not with an audience I didn't know.
"Now try this."  Looking up I saw the coloured lad had dropped his shorts
and removed his top.  The poppers had got to him as well, and possibly the
audience had turned him on.  The cock he pointed at my face was considerably
larger.  Much more of an adult size.  I wondered what it would be when
really fully grown, as at present he was only half hard.  Even so he was
sporting a good eight inches with a girth I expected to have trouble with.
Somehow it didn't look out of proportion on him as he had a well-muscled
body, his ebony skin gleaming with a slight sheen of sweat.  He smelt nice,
musky but still nice.
He pushed his cock toward my mouth and I opened without a thought only to
find he had other ideas.  Stopping an inch or so away he emulated his friend
by starting to piss.  This time however it went straight into my mouth.  He
must have been holding it for ages as I thought he'd never stop.  On and on
he went, I swallowed some but most spilled out of my mouth and down my
front.
Just as the stream started to diminish he moved forward and placing his cock
between my lips just said "Swallow and suck".
Who was I to disagree?  I did as instructed and felt his cock start to
judder almost as soon as it hardened.  He must have been getting really
worked up playing with it earlier.  To my partial disappointment just as he
was about to cum he pulled out and rapidly wanked himself off over my face,
putting his cock back between my lips only when he calmed down.  I happily
finished him off, feeling his cum dribbling down my cheeks.
He pulled back and I saw him replace his shorts and top.  I was happy to see
neither he nor his white friend made any move to leave however.  I must
admit I was hoping they might recover themselves for a repeat performance.
"Take your top of," said a voice, and I did so.  Realizing in the process I
was soaked from head to groin with a mix of water and piss, not to mention
the cum on my face that I could just get my tongue to as it ran down.  I sat
in the urinal in my running shorts with my legs stretched out in front.
Periodically I'd been fed poppers and now had hardly a care in the world.
"I'm not touching you but I'll use you," said the same voice and I felt what
was by now a familiar warm stream jet against my naked chest.  Half opening
my eyes I could see there were several cocks about eye level being rapidly
manipulated?  I was not to be disappointed as shortly a couple of them shot
over me.  They were not aimed particularly well, the cum landing in my hair
and on my chest but hardly any on my face, which I thought a waste.
Just as one of the cocks started to emulate the youngsters by pissing over
me I heard a voice say "Police," and everyone disappeared.
It took me a moment to pull myself together, and finally managing to stand
up I was just ringing out my singlet prior to using it to wipe myself down
when two uniformed officers walked in.
"Oh Shit," I remember myself saying.
"How right you are," was the reply.
There was nothing much I could have done anyway, standing there in just my
soaked running shorts, stinking from the piss running down my body and
attempting to wring out my piss soaked singlet.
I couldn't see them very well against the torches shining on my body but got
the vague impression they were quite young.  Even worse I thought, probably
massively hetro and quite likely to enjoy arresting me, being Gay might be
legal and the cops knew what went on down here at night and usually stayed
away, even so, it could be classified as a public place.
I was to discover they did intend to enjoy themselves with me, but arrest
was not quite the first thing on their minds, not that I was to be informed
of that fact for some time.
'OK,' said one of them, 'We've not got much time.  Get down on your knees
and open that mouth.'
The torches went out, leaving me half blind but the sound of zips going down
was unmistakable and so the hard cock thrusting through my half open lips
was not quite the surprise it would have been otherwise. They weren't joking
either when telling me they hadn't much time.  It seemed that every time one
cock was removed for a moment the other was rammed deep down my throat.
'Christ!  Look at the state of this floor.' said one of them as his boots
slid slightly when he rammed in.  The other briefly shone his torch down to
illuminate a filthy, wet, sticky, red tiled floor.
'Take your shoes off boy,' he said, 'You want to get wet and dirty? Then
let's help you out!'  That wasn't really a question and I couldn't have
answered anyway with my mouth full as it was.  'Now scoot back to the urinal
and sit in the trough.  We'll leave you ready for the others.'
Others?  I thought to myself whilst slowly obeying.  At least arrest was no
longer on the cards.
With difficulty, considering there always seemed to be one cock or another
in my mouth, I managed to remove my trainers and socks and chucked them into
the corner.  Then slowly scooted backwards until my feet were balanced on
the edge of the the urinal trough and my back against the metal clad wall.
The trough was half blocked and as I sat back the mix of piss and dirt and
cum soaked through my shorts, round my arse and halfway up my balls.
'That's better,' said one of them, I had no idea which.  'Told him we'd get
a nice dirty boy to mess around with for his induction.'
What induction?  What had they planned for me?  Part of me was turned on but
part was a bit worried I will admit. There was little time to consider my
position as the urinal started to flush above my head and as the cold water
sprayed over my shoulders a booted foot pushed against my crotch keeping me
in place as first one, and the other, cock was rapidly brought to its
conclusion leaving my face and chest covered in cum.
'OK!' one of them called out, 'He's all yours now.  We've got this area to
patrol so if we disappear you shouldn't have any problems and anyway we'll
call you if we hear of anything going down.'
With that the foot was removed from my crotch and I started to get up only
to have my face slapped and told to get back down where I belonged.
I could just make out from my lowered head and half open eyes the booted
feet belonging to the uniformed coppers were replaced by several pairs of
assorted shoes and trainers, some in jeans and some obviously shorts from
the bare legs I cold glimpse.  I never did work out actually how many were
off duty police cadets and how many invited guests.
'There's no way I'm going to stick my cock up that filthy wet arse,' some
young voice moaned. 'I'm not gay anyway.'
'That's OK Bill, you can fuck his mouth after its been pissed clean. Nothing
gay about getting your rocks off in a nice warm mouth.  Do you think he
should have his arse strapped for being such a bad boy?  You can do it if
you want.' 'Really,' now he seemed a little more enthusiastic. 'Can I really
use my belt on his naked backside?'
'It's your initiation.  You do what you want.  Why not take him down the
kiddies play area so we can see better what you do to him.'
These young straights always seem slow to cotton on to the idea of sex being
fun and more than just stick it in, wriggle it and thanks.  Once he'd got it
through his head that there was very little I could do to stop him and that
his fellow officers would be encouraging him his dark side took over.
Grabbing my wrist he pulled me out of the cottage and some way across the
moonlit park to a children's play area.  The whole group stopped just beside
a eight foot V shaped wood structure covered in large bolts, obviously used
for the kids to clamber over.
'See you want to piss again Bill?  Better use his mouth before we hang him
over there.'
'Use his mouth to piss in.  That's gross,' came his reply.
Well' you're going to fuck it later and that can't be any more gross.  Might
as well have it cleaned out by your own piss.'
'Won't he mind?' Bill asked.
Shit!  I'd be here all night at this rate and could see from the way he was
holding his crutch and moving his legs he really had a full bladder so I
knelt down on front and unzipped his denim shorts, freeing his cock quickly
and resting it just inside my open mouth.  It was actually quite a nice
uncut five incher with all the signs of growing well once he unloaded his
bladder.
Once his cock was released from his trunks nature took over and he started
gushing at a tremendous rate, must have been holding back for ages, I was
flooded out before having time even to breath and the overflow gushed out of
my mouth and covered my re-soaked me body.
'Hold his head.  Make him swallow.'  He caught hold and pulled on my hair
forcing my mouth to cover more of the still gushing cock so it ended pissing
straight down my throat.  Even then I was unable to swallow fast enough, let
alone breath, and twice as much again spilt over my lips soaking the ground
I knelt on.
Finally his flow slowed and his cock started to firm up.  When I closed my
lips over it he retained hold of my hair and started humping back and forth.
'Hold on Bill.  You've not thrashed him yet.'
'That's OK.  I'll take care of that after he's dealt with this here.  I've
been thinking about my initiation all day and cant wait any longer.'
He couldn't.  Soon a nice hard seven incher was thrusting back and forth
trying its best to fit down my gullet.  As I'd imagined it had grown to a
very nice weapon, big enough to choke me but not so broad I was unable to
grab the odd gasp of air round the edges when he pulled back. He didn't take
long.  After all, all late teens are randy and he had been thinking about
this all day.
Suddenly he was grabbing my hair tighter and pulling my face fully into his
groin where both mouth and nose met up with his soft down like pubic hair.
'Take it!  Take it!  Fuck, Oh Fuck Yes!'
It wasn't so much shot after shot, more an almost continuous stream of hot
sweet salty man juice he sent down my throat and filled my mouth with.
Somehow I managed to spill hardly any but when he pulled out was still
swallowing.
'Christ.  He swallowed the lot.'
'Of course.  Now make him clean your cock up as well.'
I didn't need any making, just bent my head forward and engulfed his still
half erect member using my tongue to slaver and swallow, finishing by
pulling back slightly and licking round his sensitive piss slit.  I felt him
flex and judder and knew he'd have no problem getting it up again if so
inclined, however, there was still the punishment to and I needed that.
It wasn't long.  Someone grabbed my hair, pulling me upright and turning my
body to face the sloping wooden structure, 'Get on there and grab hold of
the top.  He gets to belt your arse now.  Unless you'd rather get taken down
the nick.'
Of course I didn't and anyway, at least some of them knew what dinged my
bell as it were, it was why they picked me.  Wasn't it?
I did as instructed, laying face down on the dirty scuffed angled wooden
boards and just managing to clasp my hands over the peak. 'Legs apart.'  No
choice as they were roughly kicked open leaving me only just able to hang on
by standing on the tips of my feet.
'Now take your belt off and whop his arse.  Make him cry.'
'Wont it hurt him, I mean, should we really be doing this.  He could
complain.'
'He won't,' came the reply, 'and of course it will hurt him.  Not much fun
if it didn't.  Now get a move on, this is your initiation.'
Rustles and whispers and without warning crack! As someone's belt fell
across my bare cheeks.  Not being ready the surprise made me yelp but that
was all.  It was only a love tap.
'Don't fuck around lad.  Lay into him like you mean it.'
Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  That was more like it.  I really felt those and my
body responded accordingly squirming against the dirty wood.  He got better
then, Crack!  Crack!  Crack! Crack!  That I definitely felt more, I knew my
arse was starting to burn and I was finding it more difficult to contain my
reactions apart from groans and hisses.
'How's that then?' someone asked, 'Its more fun than going to that cheap
pole dancing joint isn't it?'
'Oh Yes!' And the belt was laid against my arse a few more times.  I was
swearing now through my tears, 'Bastards.  Fucking prick teasers.  Don't
suppose you can get bit up for a woman, that's if any woman would have you,'
and so on.  I knew I was winding them up but I could feel the start of a
rush approaching and wanted to be taken over, not just allowed to die away.
My body temperature felt like it was rising when someone rose to the bait,
'Here, give me that.'
Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!
Time after time that belt fell across my arse, then my back and shoulders, a
couple of time the backs of my legs.  I drowned in the rush and took off.
Yeah!  Do It!  Flog me boys, fly me away.  Anything!  I was yelling or
screaming, I have no idea which, probably both at the same time.
It stopped, just like that, and my clenched hands were prised loose from the
ridge allowing my body to slide back onto two feet but still supported by
the structure.  I don't think I could have stood without help right away.
It didn't matter; I was off, somewhere else.
 'What's next for the new boy then?  Arse or mouth?'
'What's he mean?'
'Don't be thick.  Do you want to fuck his rear hole or his mouth?  Your
choice and I can see you're ready for one of them.'
Chances are they all were.  It's amazing how randy people can get seeing the
hell whipped out of someone, as long as it wasn't themselves that was.
Someone took charge and I was half dragged over to the large rocking horse
and roughly bent over when I did scream.  I'd not even had time to adjust my
position when some prick shoved a thick solid warm cock straight up my hole
without any warning or foreplay.  Right the way in until he slammed against
my sore, possibly bleeding, hot arse cheeks.
'Fuck!' was all I could manage when I got a breath.
'I intend to,' came from behind, and I was introduced to the new lads cock
in a process that left no doubt it had been down passages like this before.
He waited a moment to allow my hole to adjust to this violation, and then
began in earnest.  Slam, slam, and slam.  Pulling almost out, then fully
back inside, his balls swinging and bashing against my own, my own poor sore
cheeks receiving more punishment at each forward stroke.
'Here, someone else take his head,' I'd not even realised he'd been holding
my head up by its hair while someone was pissing in my open mouth.  It took
every ounce of concentration left to try and accommodate the weapon breaking
down my rear defences.
'What should we do with it? As different hands held my head up.
'I don't care.  Piss over him, cum over him, or in his mouth.  Whatever you
like.'
His hands now being free he used them to rub down and across my striped
back, which arched in response.
'Hurts I suppose,' he half laughed.  'Never mind.  I'll piss over it later,
that's a natural disinfectant,' and he repeated the actions before grabbing
my hips and really going to town, pulling my body back from the metal
rocking horse and slamming it down again.
I knew my face was being used as he'd suggested but that was secondary.
They were pissing bovver and in my mouth and cumming the same way.  My hair
and face were covered and I had no idea how much of each I'd swallowed, all
I could think of was the pain behind me.  My balls were being crushed
against the horse at every thrust, when he thought about it he'd take one
hand of my hip and slowly drag his fingers down my back.  There was so much
sweat building up there the spit he added whenever he could was almost
superfluous.  Just about every part of my body was now screaming out in
pain, not to mention the derogation at my head.
It Was Fantastic. My blood felt boiling.  'Fuck me! Harder!  Go on, rape
me!'
It was all I wanted, pain and derogation, more pain.  I felt I could take
anything.
My fucker took over completely, suddenly grabbing my hair and jerking my
body upright slamming my cock and balls back against the metal with his
thrust and my sore back against his chest I didn't know which was worse, my
hair being pulled out or the rubbing of his chest against my back.  'No!  No
more!' Surely I didn't mean that.
'Oh no. I've not finished yet.'  One hand and arm held fast round my stomach
and the other hand covered my mouth.  It was difficult to breath.
Struggling did me no use.  Still his cock was battering away inside my hole,
now faster and faster. His hand moved, covering my nose also.  I was
suffocating.  His cock was engorging, hot and throbbing, ploughing my arse.
I couldn't breathe.  However much I shook my head or body there was no way
to escape.  I was feeling faint, my face was burning, he removed his hand
and shot after shot of hot boiling man juice flew from his cock to rebound
from the walls of my bowels. Even then he wasn't finished, just allowed me
to collapse back over the horse while his weapon continued to shudder and
jerk, my tight arse finishing the job of milking him dry.
'God you did fuck him.'  'Way to go.'  'Never seen anything like that.'
Comments floating around everywhere but just at that moment I wasn't at all
bothered.  I needed time to regain my senses.  His cock was still stuck half
way up and shortly I felt him flex and grunt, then sigh, as he released his
bladder and followed the streams of cum with an even hotter and more
continuous stream of piss.
'Ahhh!'  He let go of my body and just stood up, still emptying his bladder
in my hole.
'Are you pissing in him?'
Of course.  Shouldn't piss in the child's play area should we?'
Finally he finished and pulled out giving my backside a light slap.  'Make
sure you keep that in there boy.  Don't leak out here.'
He got four of the others around to carry me face down by arms and legs back
to the restroom where I was made to stand up, my back to the urinal and
facing them all.
'Now you can let it out you dirty shit.'  And finally i could allow that
mixture of piss and cum and arse juice escape from my sore abused hole then.
I could feel it spurt out with a fart and then as the pressure reduced,
stream down my legs. I didn't have to look down.  The audience comments
alone told me the state my body looked.
Sit.  Right down, your back to the wall.'  I sat carefully, crossing my legs
and ending with my stinging back against the urinal wall and my messy arse
in the trough.
Someone kicked my filthy soaking shorts toward me, 'Put those over your head
so I don't have to see your face.'
I picked them up.  .
A boot was applied to my balls and pushed.  'Put them over your head.'
What choice did I have?  As I pulled them over all I could smell and taste
was stale piss and cum.  I couldn't see a thing and sat there, it seemed for
ages, while footsteps came and went, feeling streams of piss and shots of
cum fall on my body.
Finally, all surrounding noise ceased and I carefully removed my shorts.
Getting up I rinsed them as well as possible under a tap and drew them on
together with my old trainers I discovered stuck down behind one of the
shitters.
Walking slowly outside I discovered early morning sunshine, birds singing,
and he was standing a little way off smoking a cigarette.
'Enjoy yourself?' he asked, throwing the fag end away.
I just nodded.
Let's get you home then.