Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 19:41:51 +1000
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: Hurt 11

This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my
imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with
teenage /man sex/ incest, please leave. If this sort of thing is illegal in
your country then don't even bother to read this. You have been warned and
I take no responsibility for your problems. Leave now if you are under 18
years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you are younger. If you are,
be careful because this work is not for you. Anyone reading this should not
imitate the behaviour described, as the characters in this work of fiction
are not practising safe sex, so needed in 2002. Please email me if you have
some suggestions as to what should happen or tell me about this story.


				  HURT 11

I woke early. The clock on the beside table showed 6 a.m. I became aware of
the night before and the people with me on the bed. Sam was inside my arse,
he was soft and juicy, and he had fucked his cum into me the night before
and now was small and just inside. I pushed a little to make him move
further up.

"Hi," he said. "You sleeping beauty, want more?"

I said nothing and concentrated on the body that had my cock up his arse. I
was soft, inside a silky passage. I pushed slowly as I felt my cock start
to harden. I felt an arse push slowly back, encouraging my penis to slip
further up the buns that had held my cock throughout the night. I woke
further realising that this was the 12-year old boy that I had taken last
night.  I looked over his slender body and saw Barry, Sam's father lying
against his stomach, holding his young body. He had his chest against the
boy's and held him in as vice-like grip. I was fucking inside him, pushed
against the boy's arse by Sam. Between us we had sandwiched a beautiful
body, me fucking into him, Barry cuddling him.

Sam started to fuck into me, very slowly and gently. I hardened inside the
boy, Barry started to cuddle the boy and stroke his chest and play with his
cock.

We stayed this way for some time. What a beautiful way to start the
day. Slowly our bodies woke and realised what was happening. I felt a
harder and faster Sam starting to fuck me in earnest. I was pushed into the
boy's arse by his big cock. I couldn't escape as I was wedged between the
boy and Sam. The boy copped me hard up him as Sam's cock had enlarged to
its full, solid, fat size. I started my familiar screaming! The boy started
screaming! Barry tried to calm us down, nothing worked. We were both
getting cock and it fucking hurt.

Barry was no help. He pushed his body against the boy causing the hole I
was fucking to take my very excited cock deeper and deeper into his arse. I
was fucking hard now, long thrusting strokes into the backside of this
slender young boy. Barry pushed him back not realising that every thrust
forced the boy's bum to take me deeper inside. Sam was really fucking. He
was wide awake and shoving his monstrous cock deep inside me. We all yelled
and screamed, each willing the other to ease off. Sam was the only one who
spoke.

"Take this Daniel." He panted. "Your arse needs this cock. I am fucking so
hard and screwing you. I am going to cum soon and fuck it into you."

I was so deep inside the twelve-year old's passage and thrusting and being
pushed by Sam I forgot the pain and let go. Barry was pushing the boy back
onto me.

Again, my arse and the boy's took off. We suddenly felt the absolute
pleasure of cock, deep and thrusting, belting against that wonderful small
organ deep inside. We started to scream together. The boy wanting me deeper
and harder, me wanting Sam further and further, harder and harder. We both
screamed wanted cum.

I was so deep up the boy's arse and Sam so deep up me I shouted and shouted
for more. I wanted to feel Sam belt up me. I wanted his hot boy-cum. The
boy screamed for more. He wanted my cum. I stared to shoot. Barry grabbed
the boy pushing him back, forcing his bum further against my raging cock.

"Fuck me, fill me, shoot your spunk, NOW," the boy shouted.  I did. My cock
shot hard up him. Barry again pushed his pelvis hard against me, making my
cock shoot some more. The boy was out of control. His arse was belting
against me. He arms were pulling Barry to him; his cock was shooting a good
young load of spunk.  His legs were thrashing on the bed. His arse pulled
at my cock and tightened around my pole. He screamed, panted and roared as
I fucked into him. He was so fucking gorgeous.

Sam was battering and belting into me. He was so excited and fucked me
harder and faster. I was out of it. My cock was deep inside a twelve-year
old boy; Sam was fucking his big cock into me!

"Yes," I yelled, "fuck me now. Shoot Sam, do me, fuck your boy now! Shoot
cum now!"  He did. My arse took a big load as he slammed me against the
boy. I pulled his big cock further into me and relished the hot boy-cum
being shot up my arse.

"Fuck," he yelled. "You have a great arse, I love filling you with cum."

Barry pushed the young boy against me again. He was a big man and his cock
had fucked me recently. He had not cum, again. He wanted us all, but
suggested that he takes a double fuck from the 12-year old and me. At least
we had cocks that he could sit on and have his arse filled by boy-cum.

My cock was still in the boy; Sam was still in me. We expelled the
beautiful love machines and thought about a double fuck.

I was excited, as was the boy. We would rub each other's cocks inside this
man's arse and fuck our cum at the same time, into him. We needed to rest
before we fucked him. My cock and the boy's together would be pretty fat
and hard. Shit what a thrill. At least we won't be hurt, maybe he will be.

My bum needed solace as Sam had fucked his huge cock into me harder than
before. I needed to rest, as did the boy.

We sank back onto the bed, both holding cum and loving the cuddles that the
man and boy gave us. I pulled Sam against me and enjoyed his teen-boy scent
as I pushed against his strong body. I loved the teenager. He had a big
cock and knew how to satisfy my slit.  I held the young boy that I had
fucked against me. Barry wanted us all. His very masculine arms held us
together. He wanted the boy and my cock up him together.  We needed some
rest and then perhaps this would happen.

The alarm clock rang. It was 7 a.m. Time to prepare for School!! What a
thought, I had forgotten that this was a School day.  The noise caused four
sweaty bodies to roll over and try to disengage from reality. Muffled
noises of "Oh shit!" came from the boys and the man.

"Do we have to go?" I asked Barry.  "Yes, we made a deal," he said. "If we
break that then all hell will break loose. Your mother is not really happy
about this arrangement but she will tolerate if providing nothing changes
in your daily routine. I don't know about our young friend. He goes to your
School we know that but anything else is hidden even his name."  "I'm
Paul," a sleepy voice spoke up. "I won't be missed from home. My mum is
probably not even there. If she is she will be out of it. She stays with
men most nights. I don't know where nor do I care. She is usually pissed
whenever I see her."

Barry's response was a loud "Shit how can we handle this?"

"I have my School clothes in my bag." Paul replied. " I could go with Sam
and Daniel, maybe we can sort something."

"Okay, let me think," Barry said. "Now showers everyone, no
touching. sucking or fucking we haven't got time. I will fix breakfast and
drive the three of you the School. Up and out!"

A flurry of activity occurred as we three rushed to the bathroom. Paul and
I started to walk slower and whimper as the real hurt took over. My arse
was so bloody sore and Paul had the same problem. We both ran to the pan,
me first. I started shitting my innards into the watery hole, not caring
who saw or heard the noise I was making.

Sam turned on the shower. He started to wash as Paul yelled at me to stop
crapping and let him. I slimed some more and cleaned up. Paul quickly sat
in my place and started to shit the cum I had fucked into him along with
the stuff he had collected from the toilet. The bathroom smelt of boy, cum,
shit and piss. I joined Sam in the shower. He gently massaged my hole as he
washed me. Ahhhhhhh I screamed as the heat of the water and his gentle
hands soothed me a little.

"Wait for me," yelled Paul.

He quickly cleaned his arse and pushed into the shower. I started the same
treatment that Sam had given me on Paul. His arse was so loose and puckered
each time I ran my soapy fingers around and up his young 12- year old
passage.

"Shit," he gasped. "You could fuck me again if you want this feels so so
good."  "No," I said, "You heard Barry. "We better behave."  "Fuck, I want
more." Paul pouted.

Sam pulled my hand from his arse and wrapped his big arms around the both
of us. He squashed us against his mighty torso.

"I love you two, this is the most amazing turn-on I have ever had. Fancy
having two very beautiful boys in the shower. Both with wonderful buns and
solid cocks. I am as hard as you are and would cheerfully stay here fucking
you all day. We can't!"  Paul looked at Sam's massive fat cock.  "Shit," he
said. "You fucked that up you Daniel?"  "Yea." I replied. "It bloody hurt
at first but Sam hit my spot and fucked me hard and shot a great load of
his spunk up me."  "Ohhhhh," Paul squealed, "any wonder my arse hurt so
much. He fuckin' pushed you into me each time he fucked into you."  "Yea,"
I replied. "That's why you got such a hard fuck. Is your arse improving
with the soapy water and heat?"  "Much better and rearing for more," he
replied.  Sam propelled us out of the shower and wrapped big towels around
our bodies.  We returned to the bedroom and dressed for School. Me still
using Sam's old uniform, Paul his dirty; smelly squashed clothes that he
pulled from the depths of his School bag. Sam and I sniffed the boy-smells
and loved them. The dirt did not matter this was the boy that we enjoyed.

"Breakfast now!" Barry yelled from the kitchen.

We bolted from the room and sat around the table. Bacon, eggs sausages and
tomatoes on toast. Yummy! We gobbled down the food and helped to clean the
dishes.

Barry cuddled us and pushed us towards the front door. He bundled us into
his car and sped through the streets depositing us at the gates of our High
School.

" Sam," he said, "I want to find three boys waiting for me at 3-30 p.m. at
these gates. I will spend the day trying to sort out the problems that we
have with Daniel and now Paul. I am going to seek the help of our friends
Peter and Terry. They are pretty good working out solutions and they should
join us tonight for dinner and...."

I thought about Peter and Terry, Barry and Sam and now Paul. My circle of
male friends who liked what I now liked was growing. This group was like
family. I smiled as we left the car. My 'brothers' were here, near me.

"I love knowing you are here Sam and Paul." I said. "I feel protected and
needed."  "Bye, Barry," we all said.

We went our separate way at the gates. Me to classes that I had forgotten
and friends I had ignored. Sam his way and Paul cheekily twitching his
beautiful melons at me as he drifted to class.

My morning was spent in thought. I sat through boring lessons and ignored
the constant yelling from my teachers to listen, work, and come in from
outer space.

"Where are you?" My English teacher asked.  "Wouldn't you like to know," I
thought.

"Factorise this Quadratic Equation." My Maths teacher commanded.  I would
rather Fucktorise it I thought.

My body was still hurting. I sat through the lessons again filling Sam's
School pants with copious boy-juice and slimed the seats that my melons sat
on.  I was wet and sore from the fucks. But, shit, I wouldn't leave the
situation I was in. I loved the attention and cock. Sam was the biggest and
hardest to take. He had fucked me in his bed while his father had double
fucked Terry and Peter. He had picked up Paul from the dirty toilet after I
told him that Paul wanted another fuck from me. The ace was Sam. If only
his cock was smaller. Still I was learning how to take him, he was kind and
loving as he fucked. I knew that he wanted my arse every time he saw me. I
wanted his cock. If only I could chop some of his inches from him then it
would be easy.

I went to the PE/Pd lesson. This was supposed to be about physical and
personal development. Imagine my horror when the lesson by a fuckwit was
about gay sex!  I hadn't thought about being gay. My behaviour was simply
sex. I never thought about tomorrow. At thirteen nothing matters about
understanding how deep the scars are when you are fucked or the potential
for some horrible future. What matters is the fucking pleasure of a cock
being sucked and fucked into you.

I listened to this tale of woe as the class was presented with horror
images of being Homosexual and how bad this was.

I wanted to scream at this intolerant man,

"I have just been fucked, do you want to see my bruised arse-lips? I am
going to return to my friends and get fucked again. I will take as much cum
up me as I can. I will be hurt but there will come a time in the rooting
that I will FUCKING LOVE IT." I thought.

Where am I? What teacher can identify the boys who are active and want
more?  This dickhead was over the top. He assumed that he had the answers
to every boy's problems.  Wait for some girl and then learn how to do it!
Didn't he realise that boys liked to see each other and some of us liked to
play with the appendage? Sucking and fucking! He told the class that it was
wrong and not real. Tell that to Sam and Paul.

I gave up and took down the notes that he wrote on the board. Shit where
has this man been for the last twenty years? If he wants to teach such a
difficult subject he needs to be fair. Maybe he has gay boys in the
class. Does he know?  Another black mark at the narrow teaching and
ill-informed teachers that are in adolescent classrooms.

Sam and Paul waited for me at lunch. This was a first as Sam usually sat
with his mates. I was thrilled that my new friends wanted to be with me.  I
told them about the PE/Pd class. They agreed that the teacher had no idea
how to deal with young men such as Sam and boys like Paul and me.  We
talked about the problems of home and what we wanted. We finished lunch
agreeing that being together was important and we wanted each other.

I felt so good. I had a family at School. A FIRST! My body was
relaxing. Sam wanted me. Paul wanted men and me, Barry wanted us to double
fuck. Peter and Terry would be 'home' for dinner and sex. I was a part of a
warm, welcoming family, something I had never had.

I spent the last two periods listening to something about History and then
some English story about King Henry. He fucked everything, I thought he had
6 wives so he had at least 6 fucks. Fancy killing the fucks you have!!!

I rushed from the locker room to meet my friends. They were standing at the
gates. Paul and Sam washed my young 13- year old body with their eyes. I
felt so good. At last in my young life I had people who loved me and would
protect me from the World that I could not handle.  Barry's car arrived, he
opened the doors and welcomed us, his face was so happy! I sank into the
back seat with Paul; we laughed and giggled about our day.  Barry sped off.

(To be continued)