Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 13:38:54 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 19

Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com

Feedback much appreciated, off course.

This story may have 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 mean any
nice disturbance in your crotch, of course).


Part 19

After he made love to his "girl" (me) in the shower, Carlos got dressed
again and left. Having emptied his balls twice, he hardly said a word and
in fact, he didn't even seem to notice me, which was something I was used
to. I didn't mind, because now I knew he liked me and wanted me, and I
loved him and wanted to be his, even if that meant I had to deny my
masculinity and submit to his lust.

Suddenly I saw in a different light everything I had been through those
last two days. All that felt so wrong and dirty with the others seemed so
right and pure with Carlos. The shame I felt being used by the others, and
even more when my body responded lustfully to their assaults, was replaced
by a sense of pride for being able to please my strong masculine brother.

I also felt a great consolation from the thought that Carlos would put an
end to all my problems. I was so sure he would protect me and stop all the
others from abusing me. I had no doubt that I would be his and his alone.

Right after Carlos left, I went to bed. I was completely exhausted and also
wanted to delay facing my parents and having to explain my swollen face and
mouth. I strongly hoped that it would be less noticeable in the morning. I
had just gotten into bed when I felt a bad cramp and had to run to the
bathroom. Once again, I was sitting on toilet, farting out cum, this time
my own brother's sperm, but even that didn't bother me in the least like it
did before.

However, just as I was going back to bed, I heard my parents come in and,
to make matters worse, they were in the middle of a nasty argument, which
was something that happened more and more often those days. I tried to walk
past them quickly, hoping they wouldn't notice my face, but you can't fool
a mother's trained eye. She stopped me, held my face to the light and
immediately started making a fuss about it. I tried to defuse the situation
explaining I had just gotten into a small fight at school and it was
nothing she needed to worry about, but she was absolutely shocked that
someone had dared hit her beloved little boy and smothered me with her
motherly affection.

Just then, dad stepped in and pulled me away from her. He examined my face
and declared coldly that it was no big deal. At first I was relieved, but
then he started criticising mom for spoiling me and "turning me into a
sissy". He even went on to say that getting beaten might do me some good
and teach me to stand up for myself and "act more like a man". Dad had
often disagreed with mom about the way she over-protected me, but he had
never been so blunt about it. I felt angry at him, but the worst part was
that I actually wondered if he could be right, if it could be mom's fault
that I was not manly like I should be.

I started to cry, which only infuriated dad even more. He ordered me to bed
and I quickly obeyed, only too happy to be alone in my room. Even with all
the anguishing thoughts that went through my mind, I was so exhausted that
I quickly fell asleep, even as mom and dad were still arguing in their
bedroom.

I was sound asleep when I suddenly woke up, startled, feeling a hand over
my mouth and a pair of hands holding me down. Still half asleep, I heard my
brother's voice and realised it was his hand that was silencing me. He told
me to calm down and lit my table lamp. I could now see that it was Vitor
that was holding me down on the bed. From their attitude and their breath,
it was easy to see they were both drunk.

I started to protest for being woken up so suddenly and Carlos muffled me
again with his hand and explained, in a very matter of fact tone, that he
and Vitor had had no luck finding pussy that evening, so they had decided
to come over and get some from me.

At first I couldn't even believe that my own brother, who I had made love
with just a few hours before, was now shamelessly sharing me with his best
buddy, and moreover they were actually consider fucking me with my parents
sleeping right across the hall! I began by dismissing it as just some sort
of prank, but when Vitor pulled his pants down and freed his semi-hard
cock, it was clear they were serious.

I angrily protested with Carlos for sharing me. I was enraged that he was
betraying the loving relationship I had fantasised in my head. The cold
reality was clear: he didn't treat me any better than the others. I was
just a bitch to him.

I tried to make him see how sick it was that he would be sharing his own
brother with another man (failing to signal that it wasn't that normal
either that he was fucking his own brother in the first place...). For a
moment, he did seem to hesitate, but Vitor, who was obviously craving my
hole after fucking me twice already that same afternoon, just laughed and
commented that he had no problem sharing his sister with Carlos and he
didn't see why it should be a problem for Carlos to share his "sister" with
him. This unwanted insight into their perverted ways only made me feel even
more helpless.

Desperately, I pointed out the risk of our parents waking up and coming to
check what was happening, but he just said they would never notice anything
as long as I kept quiet. Besides, he had locked the door and we would just
have to make up some excuse if they came knocking.

"This will help you keep quiet", Vitor added, holding my head up by my hair
and forcing his cock in my mouth. "Get him ready", he told my
brother. Carlos pulled down the covers and stripped me of my pyjama
trousers, leaving me naked from the waist down. Vitor was now face-fucking
me hard, and I was trying desperately to avoid any noisy gagging or
chocking. I felt Carlos pulling my legs apart and thought that at least he
would be the one doing the fucking and I would only have to suck off Vitor.

Then suddenly a surprising feeling on my arse almost made me let out a
compromising yelp. It took me a second to realise Carlos was sliding his
wet tongue into my fuck-loose hole. Thunder had rimmed me to prepare me for
my brutal deflowering in the school toilets the day before, but this time
the feeling of a tongue on my swollen, raw, arse-lips was even more intense
and mind-blowing.

Completely overtaken with lust, I bucked my butt up for Carlos, offering my
pussy to the pleasurable probing of his tongue. Obviously turned on by my
slutty abandon, Vitor cheered Carlos on, "Yeah buddy, lick that cunt deep,
get this fucking bitch in heat." Carlos didn't seem to need any cheering,
as he eagerly tongue-fucked my hole.

I was more disappointed than worried when Vitor told Carlos to move off and
pulled his cock out of my mouth. My brother took a few seconds to give way
to Vitor and his cock was rock-hard and leaking profusely when he presented
it to my cocksucker mouth. As Carlos's hard dick filled my mouth, working
as an efficient gag, Vitor forced my smooth meaty legs apart with his knees
and aimed his hard bat at my juicy, twitching fuck-hole. He rammed in hard,
pinning me down on the bed. Carlos gagged me deep with his cock, silencing
my scream of pain from the brutal penetration. For a moment, Vitor was on
the verge of shooting his load right then, under the effect of the tight
grip of my juicy aching hole clenching down around his hard-on.

Once he cooled down enough, he started to fuck me hard, quickly picking up
speed, slamming me against the mattress. During all the time I was forced
to endure his vigorous assault, I was worrying sick that our muffled noises
or even the creaking of my bed could wake up my parents. I was particularly
terrified of what my father would say if he saw me taking cock on both ends
like a cheap whore. I didn't even consider that Carlos and Vitor should be
blamed for it much more than me. I had come to accept that it was somehow
my fault that I attracted the unbridled lust that I had saw as something
innate to any normal man, any "real" male.

Vitor was too horny and too drunk to last very long inside my gripping
pussy. As the sperm started to boil up his penis, the pounding became even
more vicious and I was happy that Carlos's cock in my throat prevented me
from screaming in agony. At last, Vitor rammed in deep and grunted like a
beast while his cock filled me once more with spurt after spurt of his
abundant teen cum.

It took a few minutes more for Carlos to shoot his own load directly down
my throat. Only then Vitor pulled himself together and removed his cock
from inside me, with a loud squishy plop. An embarrassing wet fart squished
fuck-slime out of my loose empty hole, provoking muffled giggles from both
of them. Carlos urged Vitor to leave, but he still made me suck the
arse-slime off his deflating shaft before he finally put on his
clothes. "I'll be fucking a lot more of that cunt, baby", he promised me
before he left. Carlos just put on his boxers to take him to the door, with
a lot of drunken giggles that miraculously didn't wake up my parents, or
perhaps they just didn't bother to get up, as it wasn't uncommon that Vitor
would come by for one reason or another when the two boys returned from a
night out.

It took Carlos a few minutes to come back. I imagined they would have been
commenting on my "performance". I was already dozing back to sleep when he
came in the room. Instead of heading to his bed, he quickly shed off his
boxer shorts and came to mine. I was still in the same position they had
left me, lying face down with my round naked butt exposed.

I moaned sleepily as I felt his hands caressing my fat girly arse. Then he
turned me face up. "You were a very lovely girl tonight", he complimented
me as he laid a tender kiss on my lips. He then raised my legs high and
spread them wide, to admire my puffed-up fuck-hole. My cunt accepted easily
the two fingers he shoved inside, rolling them around in my gooey
hole. When he put the two slime-dripping fingers in my mouth, I didn't
hesitate to suck them clean, tasting the same spicy mixture of sperm and my
own arse-juice I had licked from Vitor's cock.

To my surprise, Carlos crawled on the bed between my legs, spreading them
wide, and I felt his tongue pushing once more into my pussy. The feeling of
his tongue lapping at my engorged arse-ring and probing inside me was
absolutely wonderful, but I was surprised that he wasn't put off by the
fact that my hole was now full with another man's cum and even embarrassed
that' I wasn't clean for him. I squirmed under the pleasurable effect of
his tongue, forcing him to hold on to me to keep me in place for his
delicious tongue-fucking.

At long last, Carlos raised himself from between my legs and bent them up,
resting on his shoulders, as he crawled forward. His handsome face was now
right above mine and asked me with a tender smile, "You are still my girl,
aren't you baby?" I still resented my brother for handing me to his friend
like some cheap whore (which in fact I was) but right then I completely
forgot the degradation and betrayal of being whored to Vitor. "Yes,
Carlos. I am your girl. I love you. Please fuck me, please fuck my pussy."

I felt at the same time Carlos's cock-head poking at my arse-ring, dripping
wet with cum and spit, and his mouth pressing over mine. His cock and his
tongue penetrated me simultaneously. Carlos shoved his hard-on into the
sloppy cunt of his "girl", while I sucked on his tongue, tasting on it the
flavour of my fucked arse. I couldn't resist the spell of my love for
Carlos, even with the stench of his drunken breath and the painful
discomfort his cock caused in my raw, inflamed arse.

Carlos broke up the long wet kiss to move his mouth down to my left
nipple. I gasped when I felt the hard suction of his lips tug hard on my
sensitive bud. The immediate contraction of my arse-muscles around his cock
induced him to fuck me more forcefully and suck and nibble harder on my
titties, alternating from one to the other and using his fingers to pinch
on the one that wasn't being attacked by his mouth.

His hips moved faster and faster, slamming his crotch against my spread
butt and driving his cock deep inside, though not quite as deep as Vitor's
would go. Having shot one load in my throat so soon before, this time it
took him longer to cum.

When he eventually shot his load inside me, his head was resting right
beside mine and he was whispering in my ear. "Oh yes, baby, I love your
pussy so much! You're my lovely sexy girl! You love being my whore, don't
you? I am creaming your cunt so good, I am sure I am going to make you
pregnant!" All the time I just whispered back "Yes Carlos, fuck me hard!
Fuck my hot juicy cunt! Make me pregnant; make me a sweet lovely baby,
Carlos!" At the same time that he filled me with hot sperm, my own little
load splattered on my smooth belly.

As Carlos went to the toilet to wash up, I immediately dozed off and didn't
even notice it when he came back, pulled the covers over me and went to his
own bed.