Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 11:47:39 +0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back #43

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.


Part 43

After the old man left, I stayed on my knees, crying and sobbing in my
agony of frustrated lust, until I gathered the strength to pull my own
trousers up and prepare to get up. Just then, a deep, coarse voice echoed
in the stall. "Don't bother to pull them up, boy. You're just perfect right
as you are."

I looked round and realised there was a pair of big, dirty work-boots right
next to me. Raising my eyes, I saw the imposing figure of Cardoso, the
foreman from the construction site (#22), looming over me with his huge
23cm [9"] veiny cock arching up out of his unbuttoned, worn jeans.

The welcome sight of his massive phallus made me instinctively wiggle my
naked arse to him. He couldn't help laughing at the sight of a little
pre-teen bitch like me so eagerly showing my wantonness. Cardoso knelt
behind me and dug his rough fingers with delight into my firm, meaty
buttocks, still blazing from the mean spanking I had taken from Thunder's
belt. Appreciating the hot red welts, he mused "Looks like you've been a
naughty boy. I am sure you thoroughly deserved every lick of the belt,
didn't you boy?"

Without expecting an answer, he spit on his fingers and rubbed them over my
protruding arse-lips. Feeling the heat of my fuck-swollen pussy as it
twitched under his touch, he whistled in pleased admiration. "You are one
hungry little whore, aren't you?" he laughed.

His question was rhetorical, but in my state of insane lust, I had no
reservation in shamelessly admitting it. I laid my face on the dirty
piss-dripped tiled floor and pulled my plump arse-cheeks wide apart, lewdly
exposing my fuck-hole. "Yes, I am a whore, a hungry whore. Please fuck me,
please fuck my pussy. I know you love my hot cunt. Please fuck me hard like
you did in that basement".

It was not that I didn't realise the shamefulness of my actions. In fact, I
was burning with embarrassment at my self-degradation, but I couldn't fight
my perverted needs, the obsessive want that had dragged me again to that
stinking public toilet. Now that I was so close of getting the hard
butt-fuck I craved so much, not even the most utter sense of shame would
prevent me from getting it.

Cardoso started to rub his engorged phallus along my smooth arse-crack,
mocking teasingly at my uncontainable horniness. At the same time, his
callous hands slid all over my hairless, plump body, savouring every
stretch of my silk-smooth skin, appreciating the almost feminine roundness
of my shapes. His harsh touch all over me, together with the merciless
nudging of my sensitive arse-lips heightened my lust to a point where he
had me incessantly moaning and muttering obscene pleas for his sexual
abuse, with my whining reaching a pitch-high frenzy every time he pulled
back his foreskin and prodded my twat with his cockhead. Each time, he made
me kiss his big knob with my arse-lips and deliberately lead me to believe
he was at last going to push it in, only to retreat again, laughing
amusedly at my frustrated sobs.

This little game seemed to have been going on for an eternity, when I was
surprised by Cardoso's voice addressing someone else. "At last you're here!
What took you so long? I've been heating up this little bitch, waiting for
you to show up." I was startled, instantly aware that another man would be
watching my shameless display.

Still with my face on the cold floor, my hands holding my arse wide open, I
managed to look up and realised he was talking to Max, the worker who had
first caught me inside the fence of the construction site and dragged me to
the basement of the building (#22), making me a victim of the whole crew's
vicious lust.

In his mid-thirties, with strong worker arms, hairy chest showing through
his open shirt and thick dark beard, Max contrasted with the older
foreman. In his fifties, Cardoso was tall, bulky, over-weight and greying,
though still able to outrun the sexual stamina of the younger members of
his crew - as I remembered only too well from my fateful adventure in their
basement.

"I'm going straight for the little slut's cunt, so you'll have to make do
with his pussy-mouth", Cardoso warned his crewman. Max wasn't at all
displeased with that prospect. "No problem with that. I know this young fag
is a champion cocksucker, he was born with a cunt-hole for a throat" he
laughed. Quickly getting in on the action about to start, Max got on his
knees and pulled his hardening 20cm [8"] cock out of his faded jeans. "No
need for introductions, right?" Cardoso laughed.

With us three in the cramped stall, they ended up leaving the door open to
give us more room. In spite of my inebriating lust, I was still acutely
aware that anyone else coming in would see me in that horribly shameful
situation, but there was nothing I could do about it, even if my overriding
priority weren't getting Cardoso's huge shaft up my hungry boy-cunt, no
matter what.

The two horny men seemed determined to drive me out of my mind with
lust. While Cardoso carried on with his cruel teasing of my arse-cunt, Max
started jerking his cock and pressed his large hairy testicles against my
lips. Stretching my tongue, I caressed his sweaty ball-sack and started
sucking the large twin orbs in and out of my juicy mouth. As I felt his
fingers digging into my hair, holding my face firmly against his crotch, I
started diligently shuffling his huge nuts around in my mouth, one at a
time, soaking them with my spit and feasting greedily on the tangy taste of
ball-sweat.

The powerful male scent and taste of his scrotum made me dizzy with want. I
whimpered and moaned with lust until at long last he pulled his balls away
from my mouth and waved his stiff, leaking cock in front of my face. I knew
only too well what I had to do. And what I desperately WANTED to
do. Lunging forward, I took more than half of his rampant phallus into my
wet mouth and pumped contentedly on it. Now that my first sexual need was
about to be satisfied, I had no reservation in exercising my cocksucker
skills and was only too willing to prove Max right when he had just
complimented my oral proficiency.

The pungent taste of cheesy, uncut cock stimulated my salivating taste-buds
and increased even more my already overwhelming desire. I pushed back,
trying desperately to impale myself on Cardoso's rampant manhood, and this
time I wasn't disappointed. The heavy construction foreman held his ground
and my voracious pussy swallowed his big swollen cock-head in. The remnants
of teenage sperm still coating my colon made it easy for his cock to slide
into me, deep enough to gently poke my eager prostate and send rewarding
shock-waves of pleasure all over my young body.

I moaned happily around Max's cock filling my mouth, but whimpered with
concern when I felt Cardoso pulling out of me again, leaving me even more
anxious for his fuck-pole now that my pussy had had a real taste of
it. Thankfully, he was just gaining balance to give me all of that huge
cock that I craved so much. His rough hands held me firmly by my round,
girly hips, making sure I would stay in place when he suddenly rammed his
entire 23cm [9"] cock inside me, in a single, brutal thrust.

The sudden violent invasion made me scream in pain, but Max easily gagged
any sound I could made by taking the opportunity to force his 20cm [8"]
cock all the way into my throat. His unexpected attack made me gag
violently, but his grip on my head guaranteed that I wouldn't be able to
escape his punishing deep-throat thrusts - even if I tried to. On the other
end, Cardoso took a few moments to grind his cock deep in my arse, then
started jabbing it forcefully in and out, pulling away almost the whole
length, just to reinsert again it with full-force.

Each plunge in my rectum made me let out another muffled scream of pain,
but I bravely took his ramming cock, rewarded with the unbelievable
sensations it extracted from my budding young prostate.

I could feel he wasn't deliberately trying to cause me pleasure, unlike
Thunder had before. In fact, he was probably trying to make it has
uncomfortable and painful as he could, sadistically combining his own
gratification with the deserved punishment of my brazen
whoreness. Nonetheless, I had quickly realised how I could position myself,
just by moving slightly, to get the hardest impact of his piston ramming
against my prostate, in order to fully enjoy the mind-blowing pleasure of
the electric spasms it sent all over me.

Cardoso laughed as he realized that I was slutilly moving my boy-cunt to
better welcome his cock. My movements also increased his own gratification,
by shifting the pressure inside to different parts of his cock. "Yeah, move
that cunt around, bitch" he yelled in delight, sending his big hand
crashing down on my tender buttock in a loud, stinging slap. At the same
time, he started teasingly changing the angle of his penetration, making me
constantly work my arse around to get the most pleasure from his relentless
pounding.

So much enjoyment after such a seemingly long and torturous wait sent me at
last in speedy progression towards a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt the
pressure mounting more and more, deep inside me, up to a point when, in my
inexperienced mind, I started to get genuinely scared of what was going to
happen, unfamiliar with such powerful sensations.

When it finally hit me, my body jerked so hard that the two men had to
apply their strength to keep me in place. As I jolted and heaved, my tiny,
throbbing dick exploded in an amazing gush of still seedless fluid onto the
dirty floor, followed by a couple more abundant dribbles. The feelings were
so intense that I almost passed out, but a couple of mean slaps on my arse
from Cardoso quickly brought me back to my senses.

If I worried that Thunder had made me addicted to cock, after that
fantastic explosion of pleasure there was no doubt I would always be
wanting more and more big, hard shafts inside me, no matter what shameful
things I would have to do to get them. I was definitely too busy right then
to realise it, but my sluttiness was sealed for good, and there would be no
agonising feeling of shame or self-loathing that could hold me back in my
want for this perverted, un-natural pleasure.

Now that I had finally achieved my excruciatingly awaited release, it was
precisely that shame and self-loathing that hit me with full-force and
again brought tears to my eyes. Suddenly, all I could think of was running
away from there, escaping the brutal lust of those men, the stench of stale
piss, evade that whole degrading obscenity.

Probably sensing my body language, Cardoso grabbed me safely by my hips
again and yelled "You're not going anywhere, you fucking whore, not until
we're through using your slut holes", and he landed a few more brutal slaps
on my fat, stinging arse to show he meant it. Max, on his side, was holding
me firmly by the hair and pumped the whole length of his cock ruthlessly in
and out of my drooling mouth. He had compared my sore throat to a deep
cunt, and he was certainly using it like one.

Pounded mercilessly on both ends, I had no choice but to endure their
violent battering as best I could. Fortunately, after only a few minutes I
started to feel my young horny body again willingly responding to their
sexual battering of my fuck-holes.

In fact, I was already fully into the whole lustful situation again when
Max suddenly pulled his oozing cock away from my mouth and yanked me by the
hair to make me turn my face to the open door of the stall. As I had
feared, another man was watching the whole scene, jerking off furiously
right before me, evidently ready to cum. I realised there were also a
couple more men right behind him enjoying my obscene sexual display. I
didn't have a chance even to see what any of them looked like. "Give the
little whore your load. He fucking loves it" Max said. Substantiating the
construction-worker's scornful assertion, I opened my mouth wide and stuck
out my tongue, wantonly begging for the stranger's hot sperm.

I am sure I could have looked up and try to see his face, but all I could
concentrate on was his cock. As if I was watching a slow-motion scene, I
saw the piss-slit flare open and instinctively closed my eyes. It was right
in time, as the first gush of sludge shot out and impacted on my right
eye. On and on, the man's hard cock spewed semen all over my face and, at
last, also into my gaping mouth. "Take my cum, you nasty little whore." the
man commanded. I was evidently happy to oblige, but Max still made sure I
didn't have a choice about that, holding my face firmly as an easy target
for the repeated spurts of hot cum. As soon as the man finished shooting,
Max pulled my cum-dripping face back to his cock and rammed it into the
warm, juicy sheath of my throat.

The taste of Max's cheesy cock and tangy precum was now mixing in my mouth
with the pungent tang of the stranger's sperm. Instead of disgusting me,
the savoury cocktail of male flavours only made me crave Max's load even
more. Ironically, he had degraded me by offering me as a receptacle for
some horny stranger's cum and I rewarded him with my extra enthusiasm
working on his cock, hungrily fucking my throat on the throbbing shaft.

Right behind me, Cardoso laughed and landed another couple of vicious slaps
on my big, fiery buns. The attention I had been giving to the stranger had
distracted me from the foreman's merciless battering of my willing
boy-pussy, but he was quickly reasserting his position in my list of
priorities.

He immediately had me once more relentlessly wriggling my arse, sluttishly
relishing on the pleasure each of his forceful thrusts sparked inside
me. My own little pecker was again agonisingly hard, and I knew that the
only relief I would be allowed - and the one that I craved for - would have
once more to come from inside, orgasming on the foreman's massive cock like
any good female slut would.

The two construction men got into a steady rhythm pounding me on both
ends. I rewarded them by dutifully clenching my throat-pussy and my
arse-cunt around their pumping shafts, feeling a strange mix of pride and
shame in the constant outburst of obscene encouragement they kept hollering
at me. "Work that faggot pussy on my cock like a good bitch in heat,
slut. I love to fuck that hot little cunt". "Keep gagging that cock all the
way in. You suck better than any nasty old whore I ever fucked. You were
born to be a five-star cocksucker, you filthy little faggot".

Our hot little trio was interrupted yet again, as a voice was heard from
the echoing room outside the stall. "I'm going to shoot. Give me the
bitch's cunt-mouth" said another man at the door.

This time Cardoso interfered, determined to tease me into fully displaying
my humiliating wantonness. He pulled my head back by the hair, away from
Max's dripping cock, and at the same time pulled his own cock out of my
twitching arse, forcing me to face the door once more, "You want that nasty
cum, don't you slut?" he asked. Suddenly deprived of both cocks, I just
whined like a hungry puppy and desperately tried to push back against
Cardoso's crotch and impale myself on his deliciously massive
member. Instead, all I got was a painful slap on my arse. "Say it, bitch!"
Cardoso shouted.

I felt myself burning with shame and for a split second I resisted his
command, but they knew, as well as I did, that I had no choice but to
comply. "Come on, you faggot. I want you to beg nicely until I think you
deserve my tasty, warm load of ball-juice" the man outside insisted. "Tell
everyone what a cum-hungry little slut you are. I want to hear you beg for
it and tell the man you'll swallow it all" Max added.

I did want it, really bad in fact, but I still resisted paying the
demeaning price of having to beg for it. My eye-lids were covered in sperm
and it stung in my eyes, but I managed to open them and saw another
flaring, huge cock-head in front of my face. This time I raised my eyes and
looked pleadingly at the man, hoping he would have more mercy of me than
Cardoso or Max did. I recognized the mocking grin of Cesar, the oldest of
the three taxi-drivers that had raped me in the woods (#26). Making sure I
knew I couldn't expect any sympathy on his part, Cesar slapped his cock
across my face and growled loudly "YOU HEARD THEM. BEG FOR MY CUM, YOU
FILTHY WHORE!"

A second, harder, slap from Cardoso eventually broke my fruitless, feeble
resistance. "Please give me your cum, Sir. Please shoot it in my whore
mouth and I'll swallow it all" I yelled in despair.

They all laughed at my shameful shriek. Cesar was now frantically jerking
his cock, obviously ready to shoot. I opened my mouth and he rested his
engorged gland on my stretched-out tongue. His first spurt was so strong it
flew straight into my gorge and down my oesophagus. I closed my mouth on
his cockhead, eagerly trapping inside the rapid succession of gushes of
creamy fluid. I sloshed it around with my tongue, fully savouring the
protein-rich goo until I resigned myself to swallowing it down.

Any self-respecting boy would be mortified to even considering tasting that
foul fluid in his mouth, but for me the strong nutty flavour of sperm was
now fast becoming my most desired delicacy.

When Cesar finally gave me the last drops of his semen, I quickly turned my
face back to Max's crotch, even hungrier than before for his leaking
dick. As he shoved his cock once more into my throat, I was already moaning
contentedly at the delicious pain of Cardoso's thick shaft rammed brutally
up my tight rectum.

Soon the two horny men were again slamming me forcefully between their
steel-hard rods, using me fully for their selfish pleasure. I sensed they
couldn't be far from shooting their own loads by now, in spite of the short
interruption. That gave me an extra incentive to work even harder to please
their cocks, my sluttish instincts kicking in to drive me obsessively in
pursuit of their cum-loads. Subconsciously, I already yearned for that
singular moment when a true faggot slut relishes on the feeling of power
over the male's exploding lust, on the sense of achievement in fulfilling
his own depraved role in society, as an accomplished receptacle of
discarded male seed.

Cardoso was the first. With a succession of powerful jabs, he hammered his
cock deep into me, each time firing a huge gob of cum up my colon. Around
me, I could hear his wild grunts, mixed with the shouts of encouragement
from Max and several more voices outside the stall, reminding me once more
that my indignity was being enjoyed by more than the two rough males using
me.

As soon as I felt Cardoso's softening cock leaving my arse, I managed to
free myself from both men's grip and quickly turn myself around. Cardoso's
cock was now in front of me, dripping with a thick coat of disgusting
slime, mostly cum and arse-juice with streaks of shit and blood. I didn't
hesitate to suck it into my mouth, dutifully cleaning up the mess from my
own arse. As the same time - the true purpose of my agile manoeuvre - I
offered my still hungry cunt-hole to Max's male member, and he had no
hesitation in slamming it all the way into me. My sloppy anus welcomed this
new invasion and clenched tight around his shaft, as it filled my rectum.

Max might fall short of Cardoso for a good two centimetres [one inch], but
he clearly made up for it in the force he applied in fucking my whorish
boy-cunt. I probably wouldn't have been able to endure that delicious
punishing beat for long, but fortunately it quickly brought us both over
the edge, screaming together in our synchronised orgasms. Max's abundant
seed mixed with Cardoso's inside me, just as I spewed another little gush
of clear seminal fluid onto the filthy floor. Just then, I felt a series of
hot, gooey splashes on my naked back, as a third bystander spurted his hot
semen over me.

Even before Max had finished emptying his balls inside me, my horny mind
was already wondering who would be using me next. My arse was raw and sore
after all the hard fucking I had already taken that day and my whole body
ached from being on uncomfortable position all that time, and from
Thunder's rough spanking as well. And yet, I still craved more and more
cock, still wanted to have those rough, abusive men defiling my whorish
holes.