Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2002 17:59:12 +1000
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: IT Hurt(3)

        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 and some 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 known way of knowing whether you are
younger. If you are be careful because this work is not for you. Please
email me if you have some suggestions as to what should happen or tell me
about this story.


				IT HURT (3)

I left the toilet after parting my arse lips again to let the build up of
cum and messy fluids in my passage seep into the pan. I plodded slowly home
knowing that this time I was in deep trouble. I had skipped School, been
fucked several times and swallowed cum from older men. I knew that my arse
would reveal the fucks by the bruising that I felt around my rim. I hurt
deeply after that man had fucked me. I wanted to feel his friend dip into
me! What was I, some arse freak opening to any cock?

I felt moisture inside me as I stepped the distance to my house. I knew I
would have to sit on the pan again and expel more cum from my very sore
bum. My clothes were bathed in sweat and I could smell the men's cum around
me. I knew that my parents would easily recognise what had happened,
especially my father. What would he do rape me again? I don't think that I
could take his large organ forced into me again. He had no care last time
this could be worse. I shed some tears but realised that I had caused all
the problems that I had to confront.

I entered my street with a great deal of fear. If only I could go to my
room, take a shower and then greet my family. Maybe I could settle down try
to calm my instinctive needs to be fucked by older men and enjoy their
fluids deep inside me.

My fears and torments were such that I felt like fleeing rather than face
my family.

I reached the front door and turned my key in the lock.

I heard my mother call me, "Is that you Daniel?"

I replied "Yes I am home"

Mum appeared at the door as I entered. She looked at me carefully and
pulled my body to hers. I collapsed into her arms and let loose a torrent
of tears. I shook and quivered at her touch and held on to her. She pushed
me back and looked at me.

"You are a mess Daniel," she said. "I know what happened with your father
and I have told him to get out as had no right to treat you the way he
did. But look at you, you have let others treat you in a similar way."

I paled at the thought that she knew more about me than I thought.

"Mum, I tried not to, Dad hurt me in the same way that the man I met did."
I replied.

"I don't understand where you are coming from, but know that you left
School early and have now returned home looking as if you have no respect
for your clothes or your body. I don't want to see my son's shirt torn and
his pants covered with liquid that smells very like the juices that men
produce from their sex organs after a high state of arousal. What have you
been doing?" mum asked.

I ran away from her upstairs to the toilet. I threw my soiled pants on the
floor and removed my torn shirt. I sat on the pan and shot more of my
fucker's cum into the pan. My arse was hot and straining as the cum dripped
out.  My body shook with pain and panic. I knew that I would have to
confront mum with some of the truth. What would she do?

I washed my cummy hole, chest, balls and legs. After drying I ran to my
room and clothed myself in new shorts and a cool tee-shirt.

Mum called to me asking if I wanted some food. I realised that the only
substance that had passed through my lips during the last few hours was cum
from older men. I needed something solid!

I entered the kitchen, uncertain as to how welcome I would be. Mum had
cooked some steak, eggs and chips. I sat at my place and devoured the
food. Nothing was said.

We looked at each other after I had finished eating.

Mum spoke first asking me to tell her what had happened. I blushed with
shame knowing that I could not reveal my secrets.

"You have entered a World that most boys of your age would never
consider. You have been badly hurt, but I think you wanted male sex of its
most distressing type to a woman like me," she said.

"I can't help myself." I whimpered.

"Well something has to stop right now." She replied. "You are a young
attractive boy letting yourself be used by men who only want one thing."

I squirmed as I thought this over. I did not want any relationship with
these men. I wanted sex and lots of it. I wanted the cum shooting into me
from big, thick, long cocks. I wanted to be fucked and fucked. I wanted to
feel the spunk invading me making it easier to take more cock. I wanted to
meet the man who would dip into me on Saturday. I lusted after every bulge
that I looked at in every man's pants. I wanted to suck and be fucked more
than anything. My arse would hurt I knew but the hard thrusts inside me and
the feeling of fullness made me fickle in the hands of men, even the
raper. I wanted to be raped again!! I wanted the man to order me to suck
him and then stuff his huge prick deep inside me. He always shot thick wads
of creamy cum deep into me. I hated the pain but loved the pleasure of hot
spunk being roughly fucked into my raw arse.

I realised that I had to meet the man and his dipper friend on Saturday. I
would give my arse to both of them and even thought about the position that
would easiest for me to take their cocks completely up me. I hurt when I
stood bending over holding onto toilet doors. I found it hard to take the
massive sizes that men have without a good deal of pain, especially the man
who has now raped me twice. I wondered about kneeling and pushing my bum in
the air and supporting myself with my hands in front. Maybe a cock could
simply enter me fully and fuck hard into what would almost be a straight
receptive chute. I considered trying to do this to myself with some big,
long round object. Perhaps I should ensure that that my arse lips and chute
were ready by using something to lubricate me for easy entry. I had to have
more.

Mum was watching me. She said nothing and seemed to read my mind.

"You have to deal with this if you don't want to talk about it to me." She
said.

I nodded and asked to be excused. She agreed and I returned to my room.

My excitement of kneeling for a fuck and allowing men to enter me this way,
one by one,was an exciting thought. I wanted to try this new way.

I shed my clothes quickly and knelt on all fours. I realised that my bum
was more open and higher. I was sure that my rosebud was more available and
I would find it easier to take any invader into my 13-year-old passsage.


I fingered my rim and pushed two fingers inside. I took them easily. I
tried three and then four. My boy cunt was so open and easy to enter. I
knew that I had hit the jackpot. I realised that this was the way to handle
my need to be pleasured without having too much pain in the early stages of
a fuck. I had some vaseline next to the bed and used this to moisten my
hole. I had a very big carrot hidden under my bed.

I was used to lying on my back and pushing it into my bum. This time I
pushed it into my quivering puckered arse. I took all of the toy up me. I
had little problem holding it inside me and it felt so good as I knelt on
all fours. I wished the carrot to fuck me and reward my passage with
cum. This would have to wait. My cock was so hard and the carrot was
completely inside me, I had to shoot my cum.

I pushed the carrot as I pulled my cum from my boy-cock. I erupted over the
floor as the carrot hit my sensitive spot. I feel to the floor sliding on
my cum. The carrot was slowly expelled from my body by the muscle surges
deep inside me. It plopped out and I surrendered to the pleasurable
experience that I had given to myself. I collapsed falling asleep after my
self- pleasure. Later I hauled myself into bed. I knew what I would be
doing on Saturday afternoon but maybe I could find some fun in the morning?

I went downstairs the next day, happy that I knew how I would deal with the
fucks I expected later in the week. Mum was icy towards me. We were alone
in the House. I had nothing to say about my behaviour. I ate my breakfast
and rushed out.

The bell for period one rang. I hastened to class and sat at in my usual
seat. I expected trouble from the start as I had not even attempted my
homework and the sarcastic woman teacher would spew at me. She did. More to
the point she landed me with a bloody detention, a two-hour session after
School on Friday! Mum will have more to think about.

I could not concentrate I kept thinking about mum and the possibility of a
couple of men cocks in my arse and the flood of cum that they would
produce, next Saturday. I got hard and very randy as I imagined the
pleasure that I would get from the large, thrusting penises inside me. I
squirmed on my chair. I felt sweaty and shook with anticipation. I was so
excited by my thoughts.

Whatever the teacher was saying passed over me. I had no idea what this
lesson was about. I was in trouble at School for leaving yesterday and
expected to be punished. I guessed that later in the day I would be
interviewed as to my sudden departure. This was another problem that my
cock and hot arse caused. I blame my body, not my head.

My hard cock wouldn't go down. The period ended and I waited until the
others left the room before I departed. The corridoor was full of kids. I
threaded my way through the milling crowd and decided to skip Geography and
sit in the toilet and pull myself off. I would be no use anywhere unless I
have some relief. A good pull should relax me and maybe make me think about
other things instead of hot spunk up my arse.

I was fairly innocent before the rape. I had never thought about the
toilets at School being a place to pick up boys. My brain kicked in giving
me thoughts that maybe other boys fucked and sucked and perhaps in the
bog. What a bonus if that was the case. I could certainly use a decent
prong inside while I spunk up. How much better it would be if it were a
senior, like the boy that I had drooled over at the recent swimming
carnival? He had a basket to die for.

I found the place empty. I chose the end cubicle, loosened my clothes and
sat back on the seat playing with my cock. I was ready for anything.

Footsteps approached the cubicle next door to mine. I stopped playing with
myself and fingering my anal muscle. I sat quietly listening for the usual
sounds and expecting a smell. Nothing happened. We both sat for what seemed
like ages, doing nothing! I had to see what he was doing. I bent down to
look under the partition.

He must have had the same thought because a face looking straight at me
greeted me. I shot back up onto the seat, somewhat surprised. This was
School, not the town piss-house.

How do I explain this I thought? I felt the urge to look up as I detected
some movement above me. Sure enough he was looking over the top of the
partition.

I was still semi-hard and my position on the pan allowed him to see my
dick. I had my hands on my balls cupping them. As startled as I was I
quickly regained my composure and realised that this boy must like cocks -
maybe sucks - better still fucks. I leant back on the pan giving him a
better view of my equipment. I quickly hardened then stood up. He was
watching intently. I was too far-gone to stop so I turned around and knelt
on the floor, bent forward and opened my arse cheeks for him to view my
hole. I tightened and loosened my bum cheeks, knowing that he would see my
brown hole open and close. This caused him to pant a bit and suck in his
tongue. He called softly to me asking whether I needed help. I turned
around and smiled. My bait had worked, he would fuck me!!

"Yes", I responded.

He was at my door in a flash. I pulled it open and immediately recognised
the Year 12 swimmer who has been the main image in my regular jerk-offs, at
home at School, the bushes or even in my pocket in School classrooms.

He came into the cubicle and felt me. I did the same and marvelled at his
very powerful weapon. Not the size of men that I had met but pretty good
for a boy 5 years older than me. He was a big hunk with a wonderful
swimmer's body. He was about 7 inches, fat and covered with a lovely
skin. I was so much smaller and younger. My body was not developed like
his. I had no muscles and certainly not the cock-size that he had. My only
strength was an open arse and a very tight passage. I knew that he wanted
me.

He looked at me and stripped his pants and pulled his shirt above his
head. I looked at his wonderful body and huge cock. I knew what he wanted
and I wanted the same.

He kissed me and felt my cock, balls and arse. I knelt down and sucked his
beautiful prick. I pushed his floppy foreskin down his shaft with my tongue
and then sucked hard on his exposed head. The juice surrounding his piss
slit and the salty taste of pre-cum made me push harder down his tube and
suck, lick, and spit on this powerful weapon. He was holding my head and
urging me to further depths. I held my breath and pushed down on his muscle
taking as much cock as I could.

I had his balls in my hand and pulled them gently down as I sucked. I felt
a throb from his cock. I knew that if I continued I would end up with a
mouth full of cum. This was not where I wanted it. I slid up his pole and
made him wet and slippery. I stopped sucking and knelt down presenting him
with my boy-cunt. I pushed it up towards him by placing my hands on the
floor. He sensed what I wanted (needed).

He played with my arse cheeks and finally my hole. I writhed under his
touch, urging him to fuck me and spray my insides with his cum. I was so
worked up and randy with the thought of being fucked by the young adonis.

He spat on his hands and rubbed his wet fingers around the rim of my
bud. He pushed gently against my muscle. I pushed up at him as hard as I
could to make him enter me. The fingers slid slowly up and massaged my
fuck-tube. I knew I could take him and urged him to fill me with cock.

He positioned the head at my entrance and rubbed it around my hungry
hole. I wanted him inside. I pushed back and he thrust into me. I soon took
every part of that great cock.

He started to fuck my tight arse, slowly at first but then with increasing
speed.  I relished his thickness and fucked back onto it. I was sure it was
entering my stomach! I was full, full, full.  I felt the head of his penis
enlarge deep inside my arse. His breathing got faster and his hands pulled
my thighs harder onto him. My arse was impaled on that throbbing lump.

I'm coming he panted in my ear. I felt him thrust even deeper, the warmth
of creamy boy-cum entered me. He seemed to fire loads up me, his cock-head
just throbbed and throbbed.

He held his cock inside me and pulled the cum that had travelled quickly up
my 5 inch tube from my rather sweaty ball sac. I shot several loads of
spunk across the floor of the toilet.

Slowly he pulled his cock out of my arse. It plopped out leaving me very
empty. I was very sore but so happy that my bum was again full of cum. He
kissed me on the cheek, found his clothes, dressed and left my cubicle.

My young arse hurt again. I sat on the toilet feeling sorry for myself. The
juice inside me slowly spilled out of my arse lips. I wanted to keep it,
but that was not to be. I shot his cum into the pan and sat back playing
with my soft penis and fingering my sore hole. I was very open and ready
for spunk up me.

I needed more; I wanted to be taken again. I decided to skip my next class
and see whether any other boys wanted my 13 year old arse.

I did not have to wait long.

(Thankyou to all the emailers who have wanted some more of this story.) I
would welcome suggestions as to the next set of problems, or pleasure that
Daniel causes or enjoys. How does he deal with his family? Does he meet the
rapist and dipper on Saturday? What happens during the School detention
next Friday? Who will he meet in the School toilet after the good fuck that
he has just received?)