Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 09:15:33 -0000
From: pass port <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 34

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

Any feedback will be much appreciated.

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.

Sorry I took so long to pick up on my story again. As I had promised some
of my most faithful readers (thanks a lot for the e-mails), I did manage to
get a new part out by Xmas. As often happens to me, when I started writing
inspiration led me to another twist in the story. I hope you enjoy it. I
didn't have much chance to revise this part, so please excuse me for any
bad mistakes. To make up for the delay, there's a new part almost
ready. Hopefully I'll get it out this weekend.

Part 34

Just then a feminine shriek echoed through the basement room and caught
everyone's attention. I froze in shock, seeing my mom standing at the door,
between Adolfo Correia and his elder son, Eduardo. The three of them were
still naked, just as I had seen them upstairs as my slut mother whored
herself to the two males in the house's master bedroom.

>From their big grins, it was obvious that the two men, after using her to
their pleasure - as I had witnessed without their knowledge -, had decided
it would be good wholesome fun for their whole family to confront her with
the obscene abuse both her sons were submitted to in the entertainment
room, and show me and Carlos our own mother's debauchery.

Even if I hadn't had the chance to see with my own eyes how she depravedly
serviced their cocks, I would still have no doubt about what she had been
doing just before. As if to make the surprise even more shocking, she was
still exhibiting their cum all over her face and hair, caked on her large
tits, and leaking down her legs from her fuck-loose hairy cunt. As for us,
our degrading female atire and the blurred, whorish make-up, together with
our own share of Correia ball-slime plastered all over us, didn't leave
much doubt about what we had been up to. Just the same as me, Carlos seemed
shocked to see her, but not that surprised, so I assumed he was also aware
of her sluttish activities.

For a moment, she just stood there, looking in disbelief at the shocking
reality of both her not-so-male offspring. Suddenly, she seemed to realise
her own appalling situation before our eyes and, in an instinctive
reaction, tried to cover herself, putting her hands and arms in front of
her tits and pussy. Then she quickly turned her big round arse to us and
tried to make it to the door, but Mr Correia and Eduardo grabbed her and
blocked her escape.

At first, the two were obviously amused by her sudden embarrassment, and
laughed with the rest of their family at the hilarious display of our
humiliation. However, as she kept desperately struggling with them to break
free and begging them insistently to let her go, Mr Correia turned serious
and abruptly slapped her violently across the face. "You're not going
anywhere until I say so, bitch!" he growled, "We're still going to have a
lot of fun in our little family reunion". "Besides" Eduardo added
sarcastically, "You should actually be proud to see that your boys turned
out after you: horny, shameless sluts just like their mom."

Again, all the Correias laughed loudly at the elder sibling's mocking
comment, while he and his dad easily pushed my mother across the room
towards us, the sudden brutal slap having broken any whim of resistance on
her part. She was evidently embarrassed and even partly in shock from the
whole situation, but I couldn't help noticing as well the eager glance she
threw around, lewdly assessing the promising battery of hard cock of the
Correia boys. I knew Tito had already fucked her, and I had little doubt
that the rest of the boys had also had the chance of enjoying her.

Mr Correia and Eduardo laid my mother on one of the sofas. The elder
Correia sibling sat next to her kneading her melon-sized breasts while the
father walked up to Carlos and patted him on the head. "Are you enjoying
yourself, slut?" he asked. Carlos nodded. Then suddenly he yanked a handful
of the boy's hair and growled "Didn't I teach you that polite bitches
always kiss their daddy's cock hello?" With a grimace of pain, Carlos
stretched his neck and landed a loud smooch on the man's big cockhead,
leaving a mark of cheap lipstick on the fleshy knob.

Then, coming up to me, he felt my smooth buttocks and commented "You're a
sexy little thing, and you definitely have your mom's big fat arse." Then
he added "I'm not your daddy, but you can kiss my cock hello too". I
hesitated, but he pulled my head forward and I had no choice but to apply
my red lips to his cockhead, leaving a second imprint of lipstick.

In this entire scene, something was troubling my mind. Looking up to Mr
Correia, I asked "Why do you say you're Carlos' daddy?" The reaction around
the room was surprising. All the Correias seemed to find my innocent
question very funny and laughed heartily. Mom and Carlos, on their part,
were evidently uncomfortable with the issue, to say the least.

Mr Correia turned to her and grinned. "I see your younger bitch doesn't
know the truth yet". "Yes" she replied in a teary voice, and implored
"please don't tell him". By then, my childish curiosity was overly eager to
find out what was the secret that I, naively, still hadn't guessed on my
own.

In any case, Mr Correia seemed only too happy to satisfy my curiosity, and
at the same time savour the distress of my mother with having this shameful
cat out of the bag. As he started to tell the story, I was more and more
sorry that I had ever wanted to know it. He revelled in the sordid details,
leaving little need for my imagination, fed by my own horrible experiences
of the last days, to fill the gaps of the shocking account, together with
what I learned later from Vitor and other siblings (Carlos never, ever,
talked to with me about his own sluttish life).

Mom went to work as a live-in maid in Mr Correia's house when she was
16. The first night she was there, he went up to her room in the attic and
showed her that her duties to her new boss didn't end when the lights were
out. "I had to make her take it the first few times" he bragged "but once
she got used to my big cock, she was begging for it like they all do". Mr
Correia's second wife was pregnant with Vitor and was only too happy that
he'd leave her alone and direct his undivided demanding attention to the
little maid.

Not surprisingly, the girl soon got pregnant herself. "I should have cum up
her arse instead" he laughed "it would have done her good to get used to
that right from the start, so she wouldn't make such a fuss every time she
has to take it up the butt". "Of course I could have had her fixed, but I
never liked the idea of my offspring ending up in a litter bin." My
grandfather worked in the house as a driver, so my dad was conveniently at
hand to father the child and later on marry the pregnant maid when they
both were of age, in exchange for the house my family now lived in and a
generous sum of money. It may sound like a 19 Century novel, but that
wasn't so strange in backward, conservative 1950's Portugal.

With the money, dad started a small auto-repair store that never had much
success and ended up in the workshop of one of Mr Correia's auto
concessions.

Carlos was often around the house with my grandfather, and the secret
didn't seem to bother anyone. Very typically, Mr Correia was even his
godfather, and the 2nd Mrs Correia (soon replaced by the 3rd) was his
godmother. One day, Mr Correia walked in on his son Vitor, 13, fucking the
(supposed) driver's grandson, still 12. Though it was quite obvious that
Vitor was in fact forcing Carlos to take it, Mr Correia slapped the younger
boy and accused him of perverting his (legitimate) son.

Carlos had always enjoyed coming to the rich Correia house and having the
chance to play with all the toys with which Vitor and his brothers were
spoiled, many of them imported novelties that would take years to reach the
backward shops of Portugal, even if he could ever afford them. To a large
extent, he had become a member of the family (which he, by nature, in fact
was), but at the end of the day he was never allowed to forget he didn't
belong by right to this rich world and was only allowed in by charity. In
every little childish quarrel with Vitor, there was always a point when
Carlos, taller and stronger, was having the upper hand and the rich boy
used his "wild card" and firmly remembered the driver's grandson of his
place.

In time, their close friendship prevailed, but Vitor was solidly
established as the dominating element of the two. When the time came for
his first sexual exploits, Carlos soon found out that he had an additional
price to pay for his life in the rich world, and Vitor made clear that he
had no choice but to comply, or abandon a life that wasn't rightfully
his. Carlos would do anything to avoid that.

At first it wasn't much anyway. They found out together about
masturbation. When Vitor decided that it was much better if someone else
did it to him, Carlos became used to have to jerk off the rich boy. He
could live with that, even if he felt terribly ashamed of doing it, but
when Vitor told him he wanted him to suck him off as well, then it was too
much. The two boys had a bad fight and Carlos didn't show up at the Correia
house for over a week.

That was about as much as he could resist. He eventually came back with his
tail between his legs and told Vitor he would do it. Only by now the older
boy decided to raise the stakes: blowjobs wouldn't be enough, he wanted to
try "the real thing". Carlos knew he had no choice. After a while, he got
used to it. The first times hurt like hell, but he even started to enjoy
it, more than he would admit to himself.

In fact, he started to enjoy it so much that one day he even came from
being arse-fucked by Vitor, without jerking off (Vitor never let him
masturbate in front of him). It was a horribly embarrassing moment. Vitor
rubbed his face in his own jizz and scolded him just like he would a puppy
that had pissed the floor. He cried all the way home.

That was just a few days before the real father of both boys caught them in
the act, and Carlos life changed dramatically.

Poor Carlos, naked from the waist down, was dragged to Mr Correia's
study. Behind locked door, the man terrified him with the threat of being
exposed as a faggot pervert and both his father and grandfather being
fired. More than anything, Mr Correia was furious that any son of his, even
one of his several bastards, would let himself be fucked in the arse. The
fact that he was being raped was irrelevant: in his mind, if Carlos was not
man to fight it off, he deserved it.

In fact, Carlos was stronger than Vitor and could have easily overpowered
him. He was already a enthusiastic handball player and, though a few months
younger, physically more powerful than Vitor, who was fortunate not to gain
weight but was always too spoiled and lazy to bother with sports.

In his anger, Mr Correia bent the half-naked boy over his desk, took out
his leather belt and made sure he got a thrashing he'd never forget. He was
so furious he even revealed to Carlos that he was his natural father, but
only to make very clear that he'd never accept as his real son a whimpering
pussy like him.

When the brutal belting was finally over, Carlos was still holding to the
sides of the desk, his naked smooth arse and upper legs glowing
purple-red. Mr Correia had effectively vented out his anger, but the boy's
ordeal was far from over. The anger had given place to lust: he loved
boy-arse too much to pass such a tempting opportunity. Carlos's buns and
legs were still boyishly smooth, but already slightly muscular, and even
more appealing now that they were red-hot all over, radiating with sizzling
heat.

The youth probably didn't realise what was going to happen until he felt
the man's fingers smearing some spit on his arse-lips. "If its cock you
want, you dirty faggot, then daddy's going to show you how a real grown man
cock feels like" he announced.

At the same time he cruelly shoved and twisted 3 fingers inside the
quivering boy's pussy, already slightly loosened by his rapist
half-brother. Vitor had a sizeable cock for his age, but even though he had
in fact been raping Carlos since they were 11, it could never truly prepare
the younger boy to endure their dad's 22 cm [8.5"] beer-can thick cock.

As the large phallus started to penetrate him, all the unfortunate Carlos
could do was scream and kick helplessly against the desk. His father rammed
his massive cock mercilessly into him, tearing his sphincter wide open. Mr
Correia was never a gentle fucker in any situation, and this time he wanted
it to be as much about his pleasure as inflicting the boy the most adequate
punishment of all for dishonouring the proud Correia genes.

If anything, he only regretted not having been the one to rape the little
bastard's virgin hole. It was true that the tender opening still felt just
as tight around his monster cock, but he couldn't savour the feeling of the
boy's surprised reaction when he was forced for the first time to submit to
another male's pleasure and discovered the sharp pain in his colon that
would be branded in his memory forever, together with the ineluctable
certainty that after that moment he could never become a whole, real man.

Mr Correia's huge cock hammered ruthlessly in and out of the slobbering
boy's arse for what felt to Carlos like an eternity. In reality, the tight,
hot boy-cunt was too good for even an experienced sexual predator like
Adolfo Correia to hold on for long. He didn't manage to hold on for more
than 15 minutes. Carlos would learn at his own expense, later on, that his
dad's stamina lasted far longer than that.

When it was finally over, he stood from the desk and his whole body
screamed in pain. The searing agony from his wrecked, swollen arse-hole
forced him to tread carefully, keeping his legs together to avoid shitting
himself, whining in pain, sobbing. It was too painful to try to contract
his sphincter, so his hole stayed loose and gaping, leaking down the inside
of his thighs a flow of cum, blood and shit.

He didn't just feel the horrid slime dripping down his legs: he actually
could taste it on his tongue. As soon as he pulled out of his son's raped
arse, Carlos father went around the desk and presented his cock for
cleaning. It took only a few vicious bitch-slaps to convince the boy to do
it, but it was a miracle that he had been able to avoid throwing up. Only
the threat of unimaginable punishment if he threw up on Mr Correia's
expensive carpet made him muster all his strength to lick up the revolting
slime without turning his stomach out.

Before he finally unlocked his door and let his little bastard wobble out
into the corridor, Mr Correia warned him "You'll be getting a lot of
daddy's big cock from now on, bitch."