Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 13:38:54 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 20

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.


Part 20

I was so tired after Nuno and Vitor's late visit that I slept late the next
morning, right until my mom came in and woke me up. She drew the curtains
wide open and the room filled with the morning light. She announced
cheerfully that Nuno, was there with two other friends and I should get up
quickly and go out to enjoy the sunny morning.

The mention of Nuno, my best friend and now my pimp, immediately reminded
me of how my life had turned into a complete mess. That in turn made me
painfully aware of how sore my whole body was after the sexual abuse I had
had to endure the last two days, particularly my battered arse, which
seemed to be turning quickly into everyone's favourite pussy.

I looked at my brother's bed, but it was empty. He would have left a couple
of hours before for his handball practice. I was still carrying inside his
last cum-load, together with Vitor's, from when they had woke me up in the
middle of the night demanding my sexual services. I had fallen asleep naked
from the waist down and my pyjama trousers were on the floor by the bed,
where my brother Carlos had thrown them after the stripped them off me.

I obviously couldn't get out of bed half naked with her around. To make
matters worse, I felt my sore arse under the covers and realised some of
the slime they had left inside me had leaked out through my loose, swollen
hole. I was all soggy between my legs and there was also a big wet stain on
the sheet.

Mom obviously had no intention of leaving until I got up, but I could
hardly pop out of bed in front of her naked from the waist down and
dripping cum down my legs. I just pretended to be dozing off and whined
about wanting to stay in bed, as I usually did. She kept insisting, going
on time and again with her mantra about how I should make more friends and
go out more. It was obvious she was happy that Nuno had showed up with two
new friends for me, or so she thought, and she was determined to make me
seize the opportunity of mingling more.

I hoped she would eventually just give up and leave and I could then have a
chance to make a dash to the toilet to release my load of human seed and
clean myself up. Once that problem solved I would deal somehow with Nuno
and my two new "friends", whoever they were. Whatever Nuno had in mind it
certainly couldn't be good news.

With my luck, things took a turn for the worse. I was terrified when she
suddenly called downstairs for the three boys to come up and get me out of
bed, since she couldn't do it and she was late for her appointment at the
hairdresser's anyway.

It was good news that she left, but it was very bad news that Nuno and the
other two were now in front of me before I had a chance to solve my
embarrassing situation. One of my supposed new friends was the "client"
Nuno had set me up with at school for a blowjob in the toilets. Both he and
the second boy were a couple of years older than me and Nuno. I knew the
second boy from the neighbourhood, though he didn't go to our school. They
were in full soccer gear, except for the sneakers instead of soccer boots,
and I recognised the uniform of the team where Miguel and Luis played, the
same uniform the two were wearing the last time I had been with them and
Vitor in the ruined warehouse up the street, just the afternoon before.

Nuno proudly informed me that our little business venture was starting on
the right foot, as my first client not only had enjoyed my services and
returned for more, but had also brought in a new costumer. In case I had
any doubts about what they had in mind, the two boys were already
ostensibly rubbing the crotch of their soccer shorts. Nuno added that they
had the intention of taking me to the old ruined warehouse up the street
(that I already knew only too well), but since my mom had gone out and left
the house to ourselves, I could service them right there in the comfort of
my own bedroom.

I started to protest, but remained in bed and held tight to the
covers. Nuno didn't take any notice of my complaints, and quickly noticed
that I should have some particular reason not to get out of bed and to
insist on keeping myself covered. I tried unsuccessfully to push him away,
but he easily managed to pull the covers off me.

The sight of my naked legs and arse obviously turned them on even more. The
worst, however, was when they made me hold my legs spread wide. The sight
of my obscenely puffed out arse-lips leaking abundantly with stale sperm
brought surprised whistles from them and was the clearest evidence of my
shameful perversions.

Dropping any hope of defence, I just whimpered without resistance when Nuno
shoved two fingers past my slippery sphincter and rolled them around in the
promising warm moistness of my rectum. The day before, the threat of
reprisals from Vitor had kept Nuno from taking his best friend's anal
virginity (which unfortunately was taken by Thunder, the school gardener,
immediately afterwards). This time nothing would stop him from claiming the
right to fuck my newly trained cunt.

As he finger-fucked my pussy, he matter-of-factly asked who's sperm was I
carrying inside me. I was suddenly aware of how horrible it would be that
he and the others would learn that I had sex with my own brother. Carlos
was all that I thought I should be: masculine, strong, hairy, popular, an
accomplished sportsman, successful with the girls; and dad was proud of
him, instead of being ashamed of me, like I knew he was. Being degraded and
stripped of my masculinity for Carlos's pleasure was the price I willingly
paid to in some way share of all his qualities. Now, picturing it for the
first time through the eyes of others, our incestuous relationship was so
horrible and shameful that I couldn't help starting to cry.

I muttered an explanation about some man fucking me in an alley when I was
on my way home, but Nuno didn't seem too convinced. To try to make it more
plausible, I had to say that I had kept the man's sperm inside me because
that turned me on, which obviously drew amused sneers from the three.

Nuno laughed and promised me a "refill", but he still didn't seem too
convinced. He looked musingly at his slime-dripping fingers when he drew
them out, before shoving them in my mouth for cleaning, which I diligently
did. Then suddenly a wide grin lit his face. He bent over and whispered in
my ear, so the other two wouldn't hear it, "It's your brother, isn't it?!
You're taking cock from your very own brother, you nasty whore!" My shocked
face confirmed his suspicions and made useless all my hasty attempts to
deny it. He just kept on, making it look uglier and uglier. "Oh fuck man,
that's so sick! Seducing your own brother! You are one sick faggot slut!" I
was now crying profusely, burning with shame under his amusedly disgusted
look.

Nuno then told me something even worse, "Just wait until I tell everyone
about this. You're going to be the most popular whore in the whole
town. Imagine that, even your own brother fucks you!" The idea was so
terrible that I jumped out of bed and dropped to my knees, begging him not
to tell anyone. He seemed to consider his options for a moment, then
generously agreed to keep it a secret... as long as I did what he told
me. Now I was at his mercy even more than before.

The other two were puzzled by the whole scene and started asking what was
going on and what was so shameful that I would beg Nuno on my knees not to
reveal it. To distract them and shut them up, Nuno decided to offer them
free access to my services, "as a promotional offer", which they
immediately claimed. Nuno stripped me of my pyjama top and offered me to
their pleasure. The two boys had their soccer shorts down and their
rock-hard cocks sticking up almost vertically from their crotches. Contrary
to hairless me and to Nuno, who had only some stubble on his crotch, they
both had already a nice patch of pubic hair, which I couldn't help
admiring.

My new client was the first to use my mouth. For a 14-year-old, he already
had a nice 15cm [6"] cock, bigger than his buddy's. It was evidently the
first blowjob he got in his life and the hot moist suction of my mouth
drove him crazy, moaning loud and thrusting his hips forward. I don't think
it took him more than a minute to shoot his load in my mouth, but his cock
stayed steel hard and he just kept hammering my mouth until the other one
pushed him away to take his turn.

The boy was disappointed for shooting so quickly, but he promised at once
he'd last much longer the second time. The second boy shoved his cock
roughly in my mouth, which he had already experienced the day before. After
I had been with him, I had had quite a lot more experience after and my
skills as a cock-sucker had improved, but, in spite of my efforts to make
him shoot quickly, he managed to last much longer than his friend before he
eventually released a sizeable load of sperm over my tongue.

In the meantime, my pimp Nuno had pulled me up to my hands and knees and
was going for his first ever fuck. He easily shoved his boyish cock in my
loose slimy hole without any need for extra lubrication and started at once
to rabbit-fuck me. It was the smallest cock to fuck me yet, so it wasn't
too difficult to take, but the harsh pounding of my irritated arse-ring
still made it very uncomfortable.

It didn't take him long to add his small consignment of pre-teen sperm to
the two loads I was still carrying inside. However, my pussy didn't rest
for long, as the boy I had sucked first quickly claimed Nuno's offer of
free pussy. His cock was bigger and having shot once already, he did manage
to make it last this time, even though he used the same unsophisticated
rabbit technique of Nuno. His larger cock also managed to hit the dreaded
trigger inside me, causing my slut arse to take control and respond to his
assault regardless of my will. To my dismay, my own prick was soon shooting
a little load of clear seminal fluid all over the floor, greeted by their
humiliating laughter and cheers.

The grip of my orgasming pussy made him cum as well. His buddy quickly took
his place and my hole accepted the smaller cock without a flinch. On his
part, my pimp was now feeding me his cock. It had hardly softened after he
shot his load inside me and I went straight from cleaning up my own
arse-slime to giving him a fresh blow-job. By the time he fed me his boyish
sperm, I was also taking the third load up my abused arse.

All the three boys had now used both my mouth and arse, but my hopes that
they would be through with me proved unfounded when Nuno asked me with a
grin if it was true that faggots also make good arse-lickers and made me
admit that I had licked arse before. At first, the other two found it gross
and "queer" to have theirs arse-holes licked, but once they saw how Nuno
went wild with me pushing my face in his arse-crack, their scruples
vanished. Before I knew it, I was lying on the floor on my back, with the
three of them taking turns sitting on my face.

That inevitably got them all horny again, and I was in for another good
long hour of arse-licking, cock-sucking and butt-fucking. Their eager young
hormones made them shoot quickly, but also got them ready for more in no
time, so there never seemed to be any lack of hard boy-cock around for me
to service.

At last, their sexual energy seemed to subside and I reminded them it was
time to finish because my mom would be back at any time. Somewhat
reluctantly, Nuno agreed to put an end to our little orgy and I sighed in
relief. I was exhausted and a total mess. I had cum leaking out of my arse,
all over my face and hair and even on my belly (which was in fact my own,
from a second time I had popped my load). I reeked of sperm, sweat and
boy-arse.

Looking down at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement, Nuno pointed
out the several small pools of slime on the wooden floor. "You don't want
your mother to find that, do you? It's not that I care if she finds out her
sissy son is a faggot whore, but I don't want her to imagine we were here
doing dirty stuff with you." I picked up my pyjama bottom that was still
lying there and was going to use it to clear up the floor, but Nuno
snatched it out of my hand. "That won't do, stupid! Your mom would see it
when she does the laundry. The only safe way is for you to lick it all
up..."

I looked up in shock, but I knew he wasn't giving me an option. I crawled
on the floor, diligently licking the several drops of slime, while the
three of them laughed and cheered all through it. Sometimes Nuno would call
my attention to a spot he didn't think was clean enough and made me lick it
up again. To make it even worse, my guts were starting to cramp and I
didn't manage to hold back a couple of loud wet farts which added to the
slime already dripping down my legs, and also drew extra cheers and
laughter from them.

When I finally got the floor literally spit-shiny, Nuno informed me that
there were also some stains on their sneakers that I needed to take care of
as well. At once, the other two agreed with cheerful
enthusiasm. Sheepishly, I crawled to their feet and licked their sneakers,
one by one.

When all the cleaning up was over, Nuno finally got into his jeans and the
other two put on their soccer shorts. Just then, Nuno announced that I had
done such a good work that, as a reward, they shouldn't leave without
helping me to clean myself up. Not understanding where he was heading, I
thanked him and declined, replying naively that I would do fine on my own,
still not realising that his strangely attentive offer couldn't mean
anything good for me.

He pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the bathroom. The other two
followed us, knowing that something amusing was still in store. I didn't do
more than whimper meekly when Nuno made me kneel on the floor of the
bathtub and pulled his limp dick out. I was familiar with his piss, from
the time he had mouth-raped me in the toilets two days before, but it was
even worse that he was doing it in front of others this time. The two boys
remained in amazed silence as they realised that was going to happen. When
Nuno's stream of hot stinking piss hit me they started to make all sorts of
disgusted comments, moving on to excited cheers that let me no doubt they
would also want to use me as their urinal next.

Nuno's fetid urine splashed on my face, mixing with my tears, and soaked my
hair before washing down along my body. "Open your dirty cocksucker mouth,
bitch! It needs cleaning too", he commanded. The rancid fluid gargled in my
open mouth, making me gag and choke on it, which amused the three of them
even more. As soon as Nuno had emptied his bladder, the other two
approached and opened their taps on me at the same time. I didn't dare shut
my mouth, which remained as the favourite target for their twin streams of
piss.

Before they left, Nuno snorted a huge gob of spit and threw it right at my
eyes. The other two burst out laughing and, inevitably, repeated his
degrading gesture, each one trying to pull up a bigger snort. Only then did
the three boys leave, with cheery promises of using me again many times.

I stayed still on the bottom of tub for a few minutes, with piss and spit
dripping on my face, unable to gather the strength to get up. Finally, I
got out of the tub, closed the bathroom door and started the shower. I
cried convulsively as the warm water washed away the dirt on my body.

Feeling a little better, I decided I should also wash up inside, getting
rid of the slime I had accumulated in my guts. Using the technique I had
discovered the day before, I pressed the showerhead against my loose hole
and let the water flow inside me. The feeling of fullness in my guts made
my little prick stand up hard, and it throbbed even more when I bent down
and let the water gush out of my hole. This time the shame didn't hold me
back, and I filled and emptied myself several times while I jerked myself
off.

By the time I got out of the shower, my mom was already home and was
knocking on the door asking me if everything was all right. Restored by the
long shower, I walked out of the bathroom in an almost cheerful mood. I
explained that we had been out playing soccer for an hour and I had come
back in need of a good long shower. She was very happy that I was getting
along well with my new friends and they had even talked me into doing some
exercise. She didn't notice my sigh when I thought how well we had in fact
gotten along and what sort of exercises they had talked me into doing...