======================================================================= Date : May 31, 2001 KILT : In Gilbert's Room (t/t)(nc)(oral)(rape)(true) Author : tReSe ======================================================================= Background on KILT:
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This story happened the night when Gilbert accidentally saw me on the roof jacking off. (Read in my site, "Jacking on the Roof.")
That night, my neighbor, Gilbert, invited me to play monopoly. The whole night that we were playing, I felt that he was staring at my crotch and then he would grin. I got annoyed and asked him why he was doing that. He told me that he saw me jacking on the roof. I was so embarrassed and told him not to tell anyone. He told me that he wouldn't, if I repeated my performance in his room.
Scared shitless out of my wits, I could feel my heart right in my throat. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think anything to say to save my sorry ass from this situation. What if he tells others what I did on the roof? What would happen to me? What would my parents say? How would I ever walk in the neighborhood without others laughing at me while I pass by? Man what a mess!
Lost in my own thoughts, Gilbert then broke the silence by giving me an ultimatum. He told me that I have 30 seconds to decide whether I would do what he said or not. He started counting backward beginning with 30. Two or three counts after, I just shouted to him that I would do it. My face was red beet not only from embarrassment but moreso with anger. With his calm and arrogant way, he told me that I need not shout at him and that I was in no position to be so cocky about it. I stood there in front of him in silence.
He laughed devilishly as he stood up and walked towards the door to lock it. Then he told me to lose my shorts. I tried to delay the inevitable by doing nothing and hanging my head low. Immediately, he walked back to me and pulled my shorts down exposing my flaccid cock. My shorts fell on my ankles and he asked me to step out of it. Resigning to his will, I did what I was told. Then he told me to go to his bed and start wacking my dong.
As I headed to his bed, I was shaking violently. My knees felt weak, my heart was pounding hard like it would burst out of my ribcage and I felt cold sweat begun breaking in my forehead and back a bit. I laid on the bed, closed my eyes and held my flaccid cock with three fingers, index and middle fingers were situated under my soft shaft and thumb on the top. I tentatively diddled my dick reliving in my mind's eye all the porno films that I had seen, all the fantasies that I've ever had and almost everything I could think of that would make me spring a woody. But that proved to be futile. Not that I was a bit shy about being watched as I jack. I've been in a jacking session once with a bunch of my bus mates back when I was in second year high school. (Read in my site, "My Bus Mates, an X Taped and Me.") Hell, I just jacked off the roof hours earlier, for heaven sakes! And those two events aroused me much. I live for moments where I can have the opportunity to expose myself. But this time it was different. I was being coerced into doing something that I wasn't prepared to do. I was being blackmailed. Of course, it would difficult to produce an erection. I tried my hardest to get my cock to stand erect. But still nothing seemed to work.
I've totally given up trying and told Gilbert that I couldn't do it. I was looking at him and he was half seated on the study table watching me. By the way he looked at me, I've never felt so small and exposed in my entire life. He stood straight and told me that perhaps he could do something about it. He then removed his shorts and I could see that his dick was a bit hard underneath his white brief. His basket looked so huge. I stared directly at his crotch and it seemed the more I looked the more aroused I get. He was laughing again and he said that he knew that exposing himself to me would help me get a woody. Dumbfounded at his statement, I looked up to him as he walked to the bed and kneeled in front of me. His basket was directly in face. I could smell the muskiness of his manhood. Somehow, this made me quivered. Fearing that I would exposed my desire to have his dick in my mouth. I turned my head away from his teen basket but he wouldn't have any of that. He grabbed me by the hair, which made me groan. He then pulled my face to his briefs and began grinding crotch hard to my face. I felt it throbbed. With his other hand he freed his package from his undies and it slammed hard to my face. I was a reluctant participant in this sexual power play. What if he was just testing me to find out if the rumors circulating in the neighborhood that might be gay was true? So, I pushed him away and tried to get off the bed. But I couldn't he grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my body back on the bed. Then he put his right foot on my chest and told him that it would be best for me not to fight him if I didn't want to get hurt.
Before I could attempt to escape again, he saddled my chest and his throbbing steel resting in my lips. He told me to open my mouth but I refused. Then he slapped my face hard, which took me by surprise that I didn't utter a sound. He slapped it again and told me that we could do it the hard way or I could cooperate. I opened my mouth after the eighth blow to my face fighting back the tears from falling in my eyes. I opened my mouth and he roughly penetrated my mouth with his thick and long cock. I scrapped his head with my teeth as he was pulling out his cock a bit. He wacked my head again and grabbed my hair more violently with his two hands and began banging my mouth with his phallus forcefully. I was panicking because my gag reflex was starting to react and I couldn't breathe. His assault became more intense and his was nearing his orgasm. As he moaned, he slammed his phallus hard and began spurting his hefty load inside my mouth. I felt like I was drowning from waves of sperms flooding my throat. He kept on thrusting until his sacs were totally empty. He let his gripped lose from my head but his phallus was still slammed against my mouth. I threw his exhausted off mine and immediately run to his bathroom. My head was in the toilet bowl and I was vomiting hard. Not because I didn't like sucking a guy or having some guy's sperm down my throat, I was sick to my stomach because he had taken me out of my own free will. I was crying as I puke on the bowl. And when I was done, I saw him outside the door sober. He apologized for raping me. He added that he didn't know what possessed him to do it. I swung my right fist hitting him under the jaw. This made him lose his ground and fell on the floor. I kicked his stomach and then got my shorts on floor. He was still on floor crouching in pain. I knelt and grabbed his hair and told him what an asshole he was and that he'd better stay away from me or I'll kill the next time I see him. I pounded his head on the floor, kicked him in the back several times and spit on his face before leaving him.
Luckily, I got off their house without anyone finding out what had happened. I easily got to my room without anyone seeing me. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had a terrible shine on my face. I went to bed and tried to bury the entire incident into oblivion.
The morning after, I told my parents that I fell on the bed hitting my face on the ground. Fortunately they bought it.
I never saw Gilbert again for the rest of the summer. Nearing Christmas, he tried to apologize but every time he would he ended up talking to my fist. Eventually, he stopped trying. Now, whenever our paths would cross he's wiser and takes a route instead.
I never told him that I had already forgiven him. And I never told him that if he had asked me nicely, he didn't have to resort to violence in getting what he wanted. But I guess things just happen and you have to learn to let it go. I have.
the end
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