Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2007 00:09:29 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 14

Feedback much appreciated, off course.

Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not
legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those
nice disturbances in your crotches, of course).


Part 14

At the time, they were introducing the new model buses with a standing
platform at the rear, but this one was the older coach model, with seats
right to the back. I was relieved to see that there were just a couple of
old ladies at the stop when the bus drove in. I let them in first and they
sat right at the front; then I rushed in and went straight to the back
seat, where I hoped I would be more out of sight. Half way down the aisle,
the conductor blocked my way and asked to see my subscription. As I
nervously looked for it, he eyed me from head to toe, with a wide grin on
his face. I felt myself blushing furiously, wondering if he'd notice
anything strange. He was a young man, probably around 30, and I saw him
often on this bus line. As I finally managed to slip past him and quickly
made my way to the far end of the bus, I looked back and he winked at me.

The station was the departure stop, so the bus remained there for a while,
waiting for the scheduled time to leave. As the minutes passed, I started
to regret more and more not having found a way of getting rid of all the
sperm I had accumulated inside me. Just a few hours before I was anally
virgin and now I was carrying cum-loads of four men in my guts. The
pressure inside seemed to be mounting and so was the urge to release it. I
had to keep my hurting sphincter clenched tight to keep all the slime
in. Having lost my briefs in the station toilets, I was well aware that
anything that might sip out would soak right into my trousers. To make
matters worse, so much rough shaking of my guts was now starting to cause
me some very painful gas cramps, which made it even harder to stop me from
involuntarily releasing my disgraceful load and caused me to squirm
awkwardly in my seat.

Something else was also adding to my misery: my nipples were so sensitive
that even the light scratching of my t-shirt was enough to make them ache
more. They were swollen enough to be clearly visible as they poked
obscenely through the thin white fabric. And worse still, the scratchy
sensation on my sore buds was again inducing an embarrassing erection on my
obstinate little penis. Without underwear, the tenting in my crotch was
even more noticeable now then when I had had the humiliating hard-on on the
bus that same morning. All I could do was pray for the bus to start soon
and for no one to come sit near me.

Finally, the driver started the engine, but remained at the stop, waiting
for a train that arrived a couple of minutes later. A few more people ran
out to the bus and got on; fortunately they all stayed at the front as
well. The bus was already starting to move when someone stopped it and
climbed in. I was shocked to recognise one of the grey-haired gentlemen
that had enjoyed my little unwilling display in the toilets, the first of
them to shoot his load all over my face while I was still getting
arse-raped by Gil. To my distress, he recognised me as well and grinned
mischievously as he walked all the way down the aisle and came to sit right
beside me.

At first, I tried to ignore him and just looked away, staring in the dark
through the window. When I finally glimpsed in his direction, I saw him
ogling me up and down. It was obvious he could notice my poking nipples and
my hard little prick. I shivered as he hummed admiringly and whispered to
me "You are a sweet little bitch, aren't you?" I pleaded with him to leave
me alone, but that only seemed to encourage him even more. I felt his hand
on my leg, then slide over my crotch and feel my throbbing little
boner. "God, I can't believe you're still so horny after all that, you
insatiable little slut!" he said.

His hand moved upwards to my chest and his fingers pinched my right nipple
hard. I had to repress a loud moan, and another one as he did the same to
my left one. To my horror, my wicked boy-prick responded immediately to the
painful stimulation of my nipples and I could even feel some pre-cum
leaking out. I was certain I would orgasm in my trousers if he kept doing
that. My young tormented mind rushed to find a way out. I had already
learned that the only means I had to free myself of men's unwanted
attention was to comply and please them so they wouldn't need me anymore,
and that's what I decided to do. After checking that no one was looking
back at us, I managed to slide down to my knees between his legs. My plan
was to take my nipples away and offer my mouth as a new focus for his
attention.

It worked perfectly, but I regretted my move at once, realising that
crouching down terribly increased the strain on my sphincter and the cramps
in my tummy, but there was no way back. He interpreted my move as a show of
eagerness for his cock. "Well, well, you never get enough, do you? You're
lucky that I can't resist a horny insatiable slut like you", he sniggered
appreciatively, as he opened his fly and pulled out his already hard cock.

Luckily, it wasn't too big and I managed to accommodate it in my raw throat
without much trouble, in spite of my uncomfortable situation, squeezed in
the tight space between the two rows of seats, forced to clench my
sphincter tight and enduring the painful cramps in my intestines. I used
all the resources acquired in the intensive training I had been getting as
a cock-sucker to try to get him off as quickly as possible. I was clearly
doing a good job, because he kept muttering compliments on my skills in the
middle of all sorts of derisory comments. Sure enough, after a few minutes
the response from his cock and the flow of salty pre-cum in my mouth showed
me that the sacrifice I was demanding from my raw throat wouldn't last much
longer.

Just then, he surprised me by moving to the seat next to the window, where
I had been myself, dragging me with him. Without letting go of his cock, I
looked to the side and my heart slumped when I saw the bus conductor taking
the seat we had just freed. He opened his fly as well and fished out his
cock, which wasn't fully erect yet, but was already bigger than the old
man's. While the conductor was enjoying the exhibition of my cock-sucker
skills, my fellow passenger stretched his hand and started to slowly
masturbate him, quickly bringing his cock to a full 20cm [8"].

"I've had my eye on this punk since I saw his buddies moon his sexy fat
arse on my bus a few days ago", he whispered to the old man. No wonder I
had caught his attention when I came on the bus! He had witness my shaming
at the will of Miguel and his fellow bullies that seemed to have triggered
my whole demise. The older man replied, "Well, this here is certainly no
innocent little boy, I can tell you that. I saw him taking one cock after
another in the toilets at the train station and now he's still hungry for
more. You should try some of this expert mouth too. He's got me ready to
shoot." I felt so ashamed hearing them talk about me like that. Why
couldn't everyone just leave me alone? My thoughts were interrupted by the
feeling of the man's hard cock fucking my mouth harder and faster and
finally fill it with one more big hot load of sperm that I dutifully
swallowed down.

I had hardly had a chance to recover when he kicked me away, pushing me in
front of the seat beside him. The conductor didn't loose any time and
forcefully pushed his large cock into my sore, swollen throat. He knew he
couldn't take long if he wanted to feed me his load before he had to resume
his duties, so he just held my head in his hands and started to fuck my
throat vigorously, barely giving me a chance to breath. The gentleman next
to us kept cheering him on. "That's the way man, rape the little shit's
face hard. Little bitch loves it rough." To stress his words, he reached
for my right nipple, closer to him, and rubbed it roughly between his
fingers.

I had volunteered to suck his cock precisely to avoid this dreaded painful
sensation and here I was back to square one and in addition having to blow
yet another man. Everything I tried to do only seemed to make matters
worse, as if I was plagued by a curse. I strained to resist the spontaneous
reactions of my young body, but it was useless. Just as the conductor
started to shoot a fresh batch of cum in my throat, running straight into
my stomach, my own wilful little penis decorated the crotch of my trousers
with a hugely noticeable wet stain. At the same time, the effort not to gag
on his spurting cock distracted me from the task of clasping my anus tight
and some of the fuck-slime I was carrying leaked out, not much but enough
to stain my trousers at the back as well.

The conductor finished tucking his spent cock back in and got up. "I
believe this is your stop. I hope to see you again soon, Sir", he told me
in an mockingly professional tone. "Me too, can't wait", the older
gentleman added cheerfully. I stood up and quickly got out through the back
door, using my school sack to cover my stained crotch in case I met someone
outside, though there was not much I could do to hide the stain over my
arse.