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WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: The following text contains elements of non-consenting sexual activity.
"My New Neighborhood" - Part 13
by MM
I had actually begun to believe in Kevin's optimism about our predicament because for the next few weeks nothing happened. Then, in the first week of January, when I was walking home afterschool, a dark blue van pulled up just ahead of me. It occurred to me that Red Stevens had a dark blue van but my danger instincts failed me. As I neared the van, the side door slid open and Red's buddy Craig jumped out and started running towards me. I was scarred shitless and tried to run.
Craig chased me down the street and up a alleyway before he caught me with a flying tackle and we landed in a snowbank.
"Gotcha you little fuckin' faggot!"
I pleaded with him to let me go, but the van pulled up beside us and another equally large guy in a black leather jacket got out of the van whom I only vaguely recognized from school and the two of them carried me inside. They were rough with me but there wasn't much I could do because Craig had my arm twisted and pinned behind my back and the other guy had me in a headlock. Once we were in the back of the van, they closed the door and Red drove away.
Craig had let go of my arm once we were inside, but the big guy with the leather jacket kept his headlock on me and proceeded to pound me repeatedly in the guts with his spare fist. Craig hadn't gone far because as soon as I started to really protest being pounded like that, he slammed me in the back right near the kidneys and the pain was excruciating. I stopped fighting.
"Hey you guys, don't kill him, relax...we're just going to have some fun with him!"
They then pushed me to the floor of the van and put their wet, slushy boots on me to hold me down. I was still scarred and I tried to plead with them but the dude with the leather jacket just kicked me in the face and told me to shut up. His name was Derek and he was the same height as I was, shorter than Red and Craig, but with a really solid and heavy muscular build. I had no idea where they had driven to as I couldn't see out the windows from where I was, but I knew they hadn't gone very far. When we stopped, Red and the other guy in the front seat whom I also vaguely recognized from school came into the back of the van where I was.
"So Andy-boy? What should we do with your little faggot ass?"
"Come on, please let me go...I haven't done anything to guys! Please!"
This time it was Red who kicked me in the stomach to shut me up.
"You're right Andy-boy, you haven't done anything to us! But you're going to aren't you?"
"What?"
"If you be a good little faggot boy and suck us all off, then we'll let you go without hurting you"
"And if I don't?"
"We'll all take turns beating the crap out of you. So what's it going to be Andy-boy? Are you going to be a good little cocksucker or are we going to have to teach you what real men think of faggots like you?"
"I'm not a faggot!"
My protest was useless. They just punched and kicked me around until I finally admitted that I was. My entire body ached and I prayed for them to stop beating on me.
"Now suck my cock faggot!"
Red was kneeling above me on one knee. The van wasn't high enough for any of them to stand, but they all towered over me because I was on the floor at their feet. He undid his belt and unzipped his fly to reveal his fully erect cock. It was almost exactly the same size as my own. I slowly brought my mouth up towards it.
"Come on faggot...we haven't got all day! Suck my dick and do it fast!"
Without much choice in the matter, I did what I was told and started to suck on him right away. I guess I still wasn't fast enough for Red because as soon as I got about half of his nice thick dick into my mouth he grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled my head right down until my face was buried in his wild red pubic hair. I gagged at first, but my practice with Kevin's much larger dick had paid off and I was able to recover sufficiently to be able to breathe and continue.
The noise in the van was something else with all four of these guys talking to each other and the stereo going. There was also a lot of moving around going on that I couldn't see because of the way my head was held so firmly in position. I just concentrated on breathing and sucking Red's dick and tried to block everything else out.
The gushing torrent of Red's cum pouring down my throat brought me back to reality in a hurry. I had to struggle to swallow it all down or choke on it.
"OH YEAH! DRINK MY CUM COCKSUCKER!"
When he was finished he released his grip on back of my neck and allowed me to lift my head up from his dick.
"Andy-boy, you are one fine cocksucker and I shall strongly recommend you to my friends!"
With that, I was grabbed from behind and my head was pulled towards Derek's big hard cock sticking out of pants already and waiting. I barely managed to catch my breath before this second cock was rudely shoved into my mouth. Derek was a bodybuilder and his grip was like iron. He held my head and literally fucked my face with his wrist-thick seven inch cock. He had no style or finesse about it, just a steady rhythm of him using my head to jerk off with. My only solace came in the form of an unexpectedly quick "flash flood" of cum right in my face. This only brought laughter and jeers from the other guys and Derek forcefully shoved his dick quickly back into my mouth for the remainder of his orgasm. My jaw was beginning to ache from being forced open so wide. His dick was certainly as thick as Kevin's but thankfully an inch or so shorter.
After Derek released the back of my head from his iron grip, I had the routine down by now and I meekly turned towards the next one. I didn't have far to go as Craig the school's star athlete was already there and waiting his turn. He had a really nice cock, just a bit longer than Derek's thick prick, but considerably slimmer, in perfect proportion. After the rough treatment of Red and Derek, sucking on Craig's smooth straight shaft was a pleasure. He was also cleaner than the others and I loved the smell of his pubic hair. Unlike these other two, Craig was able to hold off and really enjoy himself for a while so I really had to work at it and my jaw was getting real tired when he finally let go and filled my mouth with his hot and salty cum.
The last was John Henry. He was the most laid-back of the four of them and I don't think he ever touched me at all. He also had the lightest build of the four. He was also (IMHO) the cutest and sexiest of all of them. He had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a nasty sneer. He just starred at me and didn't move a muscle or make a sound while I sucked on his perfectly averaged sized cock. I actually managed to block everything else out and I found myself enjoying sucking on his cock. I was seriously attracted to him and I enjoyed the opportunity to suck him off. Unfortunately, my whole body ached and I was really getting really tired and my jaw was seriously aching and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden, still without moving a muscle, John Henry just erupted in my mouth. He kept shooting in my mouth and I had to swallow about five times to get it all without spilling it. I was amazed by how much cum came out of his smallish sized balls.
With a considerable measure of relief, I sat back on the floor of the van and looked around at my oppressors. Red had said that I had to suck all of them off and I had just finished doing it. I felt satiated and slightly queasy in the stomach with the amount of cum I had swallowed. The taste of it in my mouth was overwhelming my senses.
"All right faggot, now lets see you play with yourself"
"Huh?"
"You heard me! Pull down his pants guys!"
With that, Derek and Craig knelt down on top of me and my jeans were roughly pulled down around my ankles. I was still wearing my winter jacket and boots, so they pulled my t-shirt up and put it over my head so that I my body was exposed from my shoulders to my knees. The floor of the van was bare metal, dirty and freezing cold.
"Okay Andy-boy, lets see you play with yourself! A good little faggot boy like you oughta be real ready for it after suckin' off four real guys like us!"
I felt stupid as hell and totally humiliated, but there I was jerking my half hard cock and praying that it would be over soon. I had closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at them so I didn't see Derek reach down between my legs and grab my balls. In the cold air, his warm grip felt good. Then he started to squeeze them! I cried out and begged for him to let go but this only made them all laugh.
"Lets hear you say 'I'm a faggot' while you're spanking your little faggot dick!"
"Come on please let go of my balls!"
"Say it!"
"I'm a faggot"
"I can't hear you!"
"I'M A FAGGOT"
"That's better...now keep saying it until you cum!"
It surprised me how fast I came, but it was a lousy orgasm, merely a simple release of built up energy. I actually had to keep saying that "I was a faggot" over and over until all four of them were laughing their heads off.
"Hey look guys, little faggot boy likes shooting his cum on himself!"
"Hey Andy-boy, do you want some more?"
With that, Red leaned over me and let a goober roll off of his tongue and fall onto my naked stomach. This triggered a flurry of spitting at me by the other three of them. Then all of a sudden, the side door slid open and they rolled me out and onto the ground.
"Hey Fagboy! Next time you should bring your little Freshie boyfriend along with ya and we can have some REAL FUN!"
Red managed to give me one last gob of spit right in the side of my face before the door slammed shut and they drove away.
I was covered with my own cum, their spit and mud from the floor of the van. We were in an underground parking garage and a couple of people were walking towards me. I frantically tried to pull my pants up and crawled behind a parked car to hide. When the people got to their car and drove away, I got up and headed for the nearest exit. I was a real fucking mess and my body ached from the beating they had given me.
Once outside I recognized where I was and started walking towards home. It took about a half an hour to get there and when I arrived at my house I prayed that I would be able to slip in unseen. I went in through the back door and although my mother was in the kitchen, I was able to get by her by moving quickly.
"You're late for dinner Andrew, please hurry up and wash your hands"
"Yes mom"
With that I headed for my room and quickly got changed. My t-shirt and underwear were stuck to me with crusted cum (my own) and my jeans were caked with mud from kneeling in the van. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw. Turning around, my whole backside was also filthy from laying down half naked in the van. I put on fresh clothes and headed for the bathroom to wash up and comb my hair before going down for dinner.
I swear you could see it in my face, but no one in my family suspected a thing other that my mother commenting on how quiet I was. I brilliantly suggested that I had fallen on the ice on my way home from school and hurt my back. My subdued mood could easily pass for having a body in pain and the fall would account for the mess on my clothes and my bruises.
After dinner I called Kevin and told him that I had to talk to him about something but not on the phone. Being the best buddy he was, he immediately came over to my house. My parents let him in and he came up to my bedroom.
"What's up buddy?"
"You're not going to believe what just happened to me"
I explained everything to him in a desperate whisper. It was like reliving it all for him again. I had tears in my eyes as I told him the last words that Red Stevens said before they drove off.
Kevin asked me what we should do about it and I had to say I didn't really know. What could I have done? What should we do? Call the cops? Complain at school? Tell our parents? Take your pick!
It seemed to me that we had only three choices. One: we choose one of the above and attempt to use "legal" powers to "punish" the wrong-doers. Two: we hang low and cross our fingers and hope that when and if those guys ever do anything again, that they don't hurt us too bad! Three: we hunt down all four of these guys and kill them.
I was leaning towards number three, but Kevin managed to keep me on a reasonable level. Besides, if we did it that way, we'd probably end up getting caught and going to jail and from all the stories we'd heard, jail didn't sound like a nice place for two good looking young guys like us! (It would be like jumping from out of the kettle and into the fire!).
"Why not? If they gave us a cell together it might be kinda fun don't cha think?"
Trust Kevin to be able to make me laugh at a time like that!
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