Date: Tue, 1 May 2012 14:38:08 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction IV  -  Part Eighteen  - Conclusion

CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION IV


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Part Eighteen (Conclusion).


The remainder of the week in Florida seemed to flash by and every day
Hector would seek Chris out. He had further encounters with Hector and his
brother Raphael at their parents' condo and with Hector and his friend
Benny while parked in remote spots in the latter's car. Chris, if he were
to be honest with himself, was a willing participant as he found that all
three guys oozed sex and were possessed of hot looks. The imbibing of a
couple beers and the effect of the weed they smoked certainly lowered any
resistance he might otherwise have had to their varying sexual demands; he
complied with every new suggestion he was subtly coerced into, just as they
knew he would. They had soon sensed that he was putty in their hands and
that he thrived on any new humiliation that he was subjected to.

On the Thursday before his departure for home, Hector had run into him at
the games arcade and after they had shot the breeze for a while and played
a few games, they settled down with a coke to watch the other players.
After a while Hector leaned over towards Chris and in a low voice advised
him that two of the buddies he had mentioned to him earlier that week were
going to meet up with him that evening to smoke some excellent Mexican weed
they had scored and that he was pretty sure they would be keen to meet
Chris. By this time Chris had decided that he would avoid any further
assignations with Hector who up to that point had completely monopolized
his time. He informed Hector that he had planned to spend the evening with
his family but Hector pointed out that they might simply then hook up after
supper; in any event he had promised his buds that Chris would join them
and they were likely to be pissed off if Chris refused to join them. He
explained to Chris that his rep would be damaged if he failed to deliver on
his promise. Chris, as always, caved in to Hector who, with that huge smile
of his, told him they would pick him up at eight thirty.

Soon after the appointed time that night he saw Benny's car approaching and
pull up to a stop in front of him. Inside were Benny, Hector and two other
kids he hadn't seen before. Hector was sitting up front and he told Chris
to pile in the back with the other two. They were both about Hector's age
although the one appeared to be be slightly younger; he was now seated in
the middle. They were both pretty attractive looking boys and Chris would
certainly have given them second glances had he passed them in the street.

Hector asked Benny where he had decided to park the car and Benny replied
that he knew of a good spot not far from where they had parked before that
was out of the way and where they were unlikely to be disturbed; he
certainly didn't want to attract the cops attention with weed in their
possession.

Jesus, (Jesus! thought Chris), the younger kid sitting in the middle at the
back was slowly groping himself and it soon became apparent that he was
getting a hardon. He was wearing shorts and he slipped them down so that
the waistband of his briefs was under his balls exposing his package. He
continued to stroke his 5.5in dick slowly and after a minute or so leaned
over to Chris and whispered to him: "Why don't you suck on it gently dude
until we get there. I don't wanna cum yet but it would kinda set the tone
if you know what I mean." giving Chris a wink and a smile. Chris lowered
himself to Jesus's cock and took it in his mouth; he was rock hard by now
and as Chris licked and sucked he could taste the remains of piss under his
foreskin and also some dried up cum. The kid had obviously had an orgasm
earlier that day. As he slowly pleasured Jesus's dick he felt a hand on the
back of his head and neck and out of the corner of his eye he could see
that it belonged to the other guy. He forced Chris's head down forcing him
to take Jesus's dick all the way into his mouth and throat.  "Hold it there
and keep lickin on it dude." he instructed Chris, who did as he was
told. To Benny and Hector he said, laughing, "Good news guys!  The fag
takes it all the way." Benny replied: "Told you so." Jesus hadn't wanted to
cum so soon but by now was getting close and before they reached their
destination he involuntarily shot his load into Chris's mouth with a
grunt. The other three applauded and laughed.

As soon as Benny had parked the car in a well-chosen spot he hopped out and
retrieved from a cool bag in the trunk a six pack of beers and a
well-wrapped small parcel of weed. The beers were shared and Benny lit up a
joint which was passed around. The second guy in the back whose name was
Angel (Jesus Christ! thought Chris, these latino guys certainly have
inappropriate names!) took a deep drag and passed the joint on to Jesus and
Chris. After three drags on the weed Chris's head was spinning, while the
others were getting really high. It was good stuff. This was the signal for
the other three to start wanting to get their rocks off and Chris found
himself spending the next hour being fucked roughly in the mouth. He was
finding it difficult to breathe and was immensely relieved after Hector,
being fourth in line, spewed his considerable load into his mouth and a
second round of beers was called for. Meanwhile the other four continued to
smoke the weed and there developed a pattern of aggressiveness towards the
"bitch" at their disposal. Each of them in turn called for second blowjobs
and Chris was experiencing a "going-over" like he had never before. Angel
in particular was intent on getting Chris to go down all the way on his
seven-incher and when Chris struggled unsuccessfully to comply he slapped
him hard twice across the face. After he had brought Hector to his second
orgasm, Hector instructed him to join him outside the car, and as had now
become the custom, he held Hector's dick from behind as he pissed. He was
about to return to the car when Hector said: "Not so fast dude. Get on your
knees, I got somethin extra for you." Chris complied and Hector shoved his
semi-erect dick in Chris's mouth and let go the remainder of his piss load
in Chris's mouth, instructing him to swallow "every last fuckin drop".

When eventually Chris was dropped off outside his condo, he asked Hector to
accompany him to the entrance. Once there he informed Hector he would not
be able to see him on the remaining two days before returning home as his
rents were pissed that he had spent so little time with the family.

Hector looked disappointed and said: "Jesus, dude, I thought you went for
this kinda stuff. Seems there ain't no pleasin some people. Somehow, I
think you might change your mind, so if you do, you got my number. OK?"

Chris nodded yeah and entered the building.


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The following morning Chris, as well as his bro Matt, slept in late. Chris
felt as if a truck had slammed into him but after a long hot shower, felt a
little better. They enjoyed a big breakfast together and, much to Chris's
surprise, Matt agreed when Chris asked him if he would like to spend the
rest of the day together at the beach.

Chris asked Matt: "Ain't you got no arrangements to meet up with your
friends?"

"Huh!", replied Matt, "I ain't got no friends to meet up with dude."

Matt went on to explain to Chris that all the kids his age were in little
cliques and every time he tried to charm some chick, some asshole would
interfere and drag the chick away to join some stupid fucking
activity. Matt was well aware that girls considered him "hot" and he found
the treatment he was being dished out with, pretty sobering and "so fuckin
unfair".

Chris consoled him with the thought that the world was made up of assholes
and suggested they spend the last two days together. Matt immediately
agreed and perked up.


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The family returned home at the weekend. Chris, who had applied to a local
college for admission, was elated to find that he had been accepted and the
dire thoughts that he would have to repeat the final year at high school
were dispelled.


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Sandy Bishop was a junior at school and was in the same class as Chris's
bro Matt.  She was attractive and friendly and was sought after assiduously
by most of the jocks, who had visions of dating her and hooking up with her
as "a couple". She would have none of it however and strictly maintained
her independence. Perhaps unfairly, she thought jocks were all "dumb", but
what she disliked most was their sense of entitlement. Matt himself had
secret thoughts about Sandy but figured that with all the competition he
had little chance with her.

Matt was somewhat surprised on their return to school when Sandy sought him
out and asked whether Chris had made any plans regarding the prom. Matt
knew full well that the last thing on Chris's mind was attending the prom
and he couldn't believe that she would be interested in Chris. The whole
idea of it was fucking hilarious considering the circumstances. He had no
intention of outting Chris however and so merely informed her that, as far
as he knew, Chris had no prior plans. If Sandy called Chris then it would
be up to him to decide what to do. It was kinda funny though and he had
difficulty in accepting that Sandy would prefer Chris to him, let alone all
the other dudes chasing her. When he got home that day he gave Chris the
once-over thinking that maybe he had overlooked some quality Chris
possessed. However, he looked the same as always he thought.

That evening Chris received a call on his cell which turned out to be
Sandy. At first he couldn't figure out who was calling him until she said:
"It's Sandy silly, like in Sandy Bishop." He replied: "Oh sorry Sandy. I
didn't recognize your voice for a moment. Did you want to speak with Matt?"

Matt who was listening at the door was pissing himself with laughter. Sandy
continued: "No, Mr. Smarty. I wanted to chat with YOU! I wanted to know
whether you intended to go to the prom and if so whether you had yet asked
anyone to accompany you."

Chris was non-plussed for a moment but admitted that he had made no
plans. Sandy said: "OK, then, how about we go together?" Chris really saw
no way out of it and so agreed tentatively and suggested that they discuss
it further the next day at school.

When Chris ended the call, Matt stuck his head around the door and said
laughing: "So, Mr. Casanova, what you been hiding from me? You don't even
have a big dick." Chris told him to fuck off.

Matt couldn't resist saying: "OK, I will, but I'm just wondering what all
your boyfriends are gonna say about this."


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About a week later, shortly before the end of term, what Chris had been
fearing for years came to pass. He was outted at school. How it had
happened he did not know and he wasn't sure who was responsible. He was
pretty sure however that Casey was involved.

Suddenly things all changed. Everybody seemed to avoid him, probably he
figured, in case they themselves were to be tainted. He decided he would
just have to tough it out. Now, when the brothers had been quite young,
their father had taken them to a gym to learn some rudimentary
fisticuffs. Chris had hated it but he nevertheless had learned quite a
lot. He decided that he wouldn't take the bullying lying down and would
fight if he had to. So it was that when one of the juniors, in an act of
bravado, called him a faggot to his face in the parking lot after school,
Chris beat the shit out of him. It didn't right matters but Chris got a lot
of satisfaction out of it.

The strange part of it was that the one person who stood by him was
Randy. They were chatting about it in the hall when one of the senior jocks
passed them and said to Randy: "Better watch it dude, they tell me it's
infectious." Randy moved like greased lightning, grabbed the jock by the
front of his shirt and frog-marched him out to the parking lot. There he
demanded an immediate apology and when it was not forthcoming, beat him up
until he was begging for Randy to stop.

Of course, Chris was not so na've as to expect the news not to find its way
to Sandy's ears. Therefore, he called her and offered to pull out of the
arrangement to attend the prom together. She would hear nothing of it but
he told her it would save a lot of embarrassment all round if they
cancelled. He offered to have Matt replace him, but she just laughed and
said: "That little bastard is too cute for his own good. Everybody would be
looking at HIM, rather than at ME." They enjoyed a good laugh over that.
Chris and Sandy continued to date "as friends" during the rest of the
Summer months.


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On the Saturday morning Chris was sitting at a table in the Food Court at
the Mall watching the world go by. Suddenly he sensed someone standing in
front of him and looked up. To his surprise it turned out to be Travis
Jones, a junior in Matt's class at school.

Travis asked: "Mind if I join you Chris?"

Chris looked him up and down and replied: "Travis, if you are looking for
grief, you have come to the right place."

Travis just laughed and sat down at the table.

Travis continued: "I heard that you and Sandy have decided not to attend
the prom together."

"Yeah, well, that's old news I guess. But what's it to you anyway?"

Travis laughed his infectious laugh and replied: "Well, I would hate for
you to miss out on such an auspicious occasion, so I was wondering if you
would like me to partner you instead." He stuck his tongue out at Chris and
laughed again.

It finally dawned on Chris that Travis was coming out to him.  He had often
caught himself looking Travis over (he was cute in a manly way), but he
didn't really think he could be gay.

"Travis, I don't think either of us would look good in a dress so let's
forego the prom, shall we?  If you are free tonite, though, how about we go
to a movie or sumthin?"

"Sounds great Chris. I'll give you a call later OK?"

"Cool." replied our hero.



The End.