Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 01:25:44 +0100
From: Jonathan Spittles <chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com>
Subject: It's a hard life. (part 3)

The following story is an erotic work of fiction. If you are not of legal
age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject
matter contained herein do not read any further.  Any similarity to real
people and/ or places is purely coincidental.

Third instalment now... I think this one's a bit shorter. I suppose I'm a
bit afraid of introducing any kind of plot. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy
this. I have had a couple of emails, and remember it's
chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com if you want to pass on any suggestions or
compliments (compliments are cool). Anyways, I've started chapter four and
things do start to move on a little. Honest.

Again guys, sorry for the cheesy title.

Chapter Three

The door closed with a gentle slam. I crawled back to the bed and gingerly
slipped between the covers. I stretched out on my front and George pounced.

"I'm gonna fuck you now." He said. "I've always been at the bottom of the
pack and now that's gonna be you. Not that it's anything
personal... Besides, I know you'll like it."

"Yeah, go for it." I replied. "I probably would've asked you to if you
hadn't offered anyways."

His tone changed "Shut up slut. I don't care what you want. I'm gonna fuck
the shit outta you whether you want me to or not."

I smirked. It was blatantly an act, but it was somehow endearing. Like a
cute, little puppy trying to act like a big, scary wolf.

"Please have mercy on me; I fear your superior masculinity." I pleaded,
layering my voice with sarcasm. Me not really meaning what I said seemed to
have little effect on him, though, as he lifted my hips off the bed and
thrust forward.

I yelped slightly- it was certainly not the most painful penetration of the
night, but it was still a bit of a shock. George thrust with just as much
enthusiasm as his friends had done, although after the previous stretching
and with his slightly smaller cock the pain was almost non existent. Soon
he began moaning gently and we got into a rhythm.

"Y'know, it won't just be these guys who take advantage of you now." He
said

"Oh," Enquired I "Are there many others?"

"Well, there's half the guys from school. And some others you'll be getting
introduced to"

"They all hot?"

"Most of them." He replied. "Besides, if you don't like a particular guy
you can usually just avoid him, as long as you let him fuck you the first
time."

"Oh, you won't be seeing much of me after tonight then." I hoped I would be
but thought an angrier George might be a sexier George.

"You won't be getting away from me that easily." He grunted, and seemed to
find a few extra inches of cock to thrust into me- I'd almost forgotten he
was fucking me until then.

He pulled out and flipped me over, with surprisingly quick and strong
movements. He hooked my knees up into the air with his elbows, revealing my
all too eager hole to his all too eager cock and within seconds intercourse
had begun once again.

Now I could see his face. I could see the dampness on his forehead and the
lust in his eyes; feel the moistness of his breath and the grip of his
hands. His beautiful blonde hair swung back and forth as did his hips. He
leant forward and inserted his mousse like tongue into my mouth. His tough
guy act hadn't lasted long.

He was beautiful. Every individual part of his body was beautiful and there
I was, in Bliss.

It could've been five minutes, or fifteen minutes or a whole hour. He
started to pant and broke the long-lived eye contact. I looked down
expecting to see his glistening cock pulling out of me, but I didn't. He
just held it there.

I looked up and the eye contact was resumed at the moment he began to
ejaculate. It was my third load of the night. It was the third load of my
life. And already it felt like the most special. He leant forward and
kissed me on my lips, then pulled out.

What he did next was a small surprise. He crouched over my cock and took it
in.

I didn't know what to say. It was a sensation like now other. I felt myself
inside his body, intimately connected to him. He leant back arching his
pine upwards and supporting his weight on his right hand, while his left
hand rested on my right thigh. Then, he started to move his body up. And
down.

It didn't take long. His softening cock was flacking around all over the
place. And his gaze was still penetrating through my eyes, down my optical
nerves and into my soul. I felt a trickle of cum escape my body almost
nervously- I remember being disappointed- but then it started to flow a bit
and I felt George's insides twitch a bit.

He straightened his back and looked down on me before lifting himself off
my softening cock, he stood, took a few steps forward and squatted over my
face.

"Lick the cum out of that hole." He demanded, "Clean yours and all the
other's out and maybe I won't give you a post sex beating"

He must've opened some dam inside him, because suddenly cum was flowing
into my mouth.  There wasn't loads of it, but there was a good
mouthful. More than the capful of mouthwash you have after you brush your
teeth...

The lights went out.

"Hey", exclaimed I.

"Relax," murmured George, "Mr Richards turns the lights out. He doesn't
like people having too much fun when he isn't around."

"Does that man have a first name"

"Nope." George replied. "He says it would be disrespectful. I'm sure Harry
must know his forst name though- they are neighbours after all..."

I had one more question before I went to sleep: "George... what's going to
happen to me in the morning? You'll wake up. They'll give you some
different clothes and they'll send you home. And, sexually at least, your
life will never be the same again. They do the same thing to every new guy,
on their first time."

"And you, what will they do with you?"

"Doubtless they will have some early morning horniness to expend on me,
then they'll get me a lift home with Danny the cabby. He gives guys lifts
for free in return for a blow job en route and twenty minutes of homemade
pornography."

"What a sterling fellow..."

"Don't talk like that, they'll make us dress up as Victorians and have an
afternoon tea come orgy."

"They do that kind of thing?"

"That they do. That and so much more."

"George, good night."

"Night."

I fell asleep surprisingly quickly that night. I was slightly stinky and a
slight smell lingered, but exhaustion soon took its toll. The feelings of
uncleanliness would take longer to set in, and the longer, I hoped, the
better.

***

So, that's the end.

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