The meat of this story was a "story within a story" in Part 6 of "Allan's College Freedom." Here it is recast and fleshed out as a stand-alone story. It is the story told by one of the characters, Kevin, about something that happened to him in high school. The story that this was originally inserted into was partly true, but what appears here is a complete work of fiction based entirely on "what-if" conjecture and wishful thinking concerning that character. As always in my stories, the names of people and places are purposely changed or omitted to protect the identity of any character who may have been based on someone I have known.
My stories never mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use condoms and get tested regularly.
This story is about two high school-aged teens engaging in sex that could be described as both consensual and possibly a "date rape" situation. If this upsets or offends you, then do not read this story. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then don't!
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Porked By Meat By: AllanNKnox
Hi, my name is Kevin, and let me start by saying that I am not gay! At 17, sex with girls has never been easy, but not impossible either. You see, while I would never win any Mr. America contests or be able to model for a magazine, I do have some assets that attract girls and make some guys envious.
While I am straight, last year, one of my cousins on my mother's side of the family, Joe, also introduced me to the pleasures of getting your dick sucked, and that is something that no girl had ever done that for me. At first, I resisted the idea, but Joe said that a dick only responds to pleasure, it doesn't care if the pleasure is coming from a girl or a guy. He said, "Dicks are dumb like that. So, lay back, close your eyes, clear your mind, and enjoy the pleasure. If you have to, imagine a girl is doing it to you. But, I guaran-damn-tee you, no girl can make you feel as good as I can!"
After the first time Joe sucked me off, I was never again a reluctant recipient of his oral administrations. Whenever we had the opportunity to have some privacy (not as easy as you might think), he offered to suck me off again and never even asked me to touch his dick. We did do other things together in the summer after high school, but that is a story for another time.
I am the shy, quiet type, probably from being the youngest of three with my older siblings (a brother and a sister), both being domineering, Alpha-types. I am just over 6'1" and weigh 170 with a lean muscular build, not from sports or working out in a gym, but from being raised on a working farm. The girls I have dated (and my cousin Joe), all tell me I have a great dick. It is long and proportionately thick, has an even circumference from base to crown, straight but with a very slight curve upward, and with a crown larger than the shaft. People think I am circumcised, but I am not, I simply don't have much foreskin, and have low-hanging balls to prove it. I measured my dick at a little over 8" when fully hard, and they all tell me that most guys are not that big.
Also, I have naturally broad shoulders that are modestly muscular and narrow hips with glutes that stand out and look like perfect hemispheres from the sides. Nearly every girl I have ever dated went on about all these "assets," but for some reason never, not even once, said anything about me being handsome.
At the end of my Junior year in high school, I admired a Senior jock I had known since freshman year. Back then, when I first heard people calling this sophomore, "Meat," my first thought was that he must be really heavy hung, but when I found out his name was Demetri, his nickname made sense. Everyone thought he was really cool because he played Football AND Basketball and was big enough and tall enough to do both.
It was spring, near the end of the school year, and I had been hanging with Meat every chance I got hoping everyone would think I was cool too. He always seemed to have a group of people around him, like me, all trying to look cool, but I noticed that none were as tall as Meat. There were guys and even one girl that was as tall or taller than him. But, he avoided anyone close to his height or taller. I guess he wanted to stand out as the apparent alpha-dog in the pack.
On an incredibly hot spring Friday afternoon, he had just broken up with his girlfriend, and he was complaining that he had been looking forward to "porking her" that night, but now he couldn't. To me, "Porking her" sounded like something a guy might do with a particular farm animal, but being crude was part of being cool.
I saw a chance to hang around with him outside of school, so I took it. I suggested we go across the state line a few miles away, where he was old enough (18) to buy beer and get a six-pack, saying that I'll buy. So, he said that he would pick me up at 7. When we got to the package store, I gave him enough money for 2 six-packs, but he came back out with far more. And even though he was driving, he opened one and immediately started guzzling it down.
I hoped that we would head back toward home and meet up with some friends to share the beers, but he headed off in a different direction. I asked him where we were going, and he said, "where we can drink in peace." We ended up at his uncle's undeveloped lake-front property about a half hour's drive away. By the time we arrived, he had already downed three beers, and I had just finished my first. We had taken a gravel road far into the woods and then an overgrown driveway winding down through the trees to a small bay on the lake. There was a sizeable beach-like area that would have been great if it had sand on it, you could see where people had camped there before. It had been an unusually hot day, and even though it was dusk, it was still hot.
He got out, grabbing two six-packs telling me to bring the rest. He got into the trunk and pulled out a huge blanket that looked like it was a large open sleeping bag, and walked about half the distance down to the lake. He spread the blanket and set the beer on it and sat cross-legged in the middle of one side, so I did the same on the other side.
We just sat there in silence for a long time. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky, and the moon was nearly full. We could hear the gentle lapping sound the water made against the shore and of crickets making their nightly song. And you could see starlight reflecting off the rippling surface of the lake.
I had finished off one beer in the car and two more here, when he started to talk. He told me, "This was the very spot where Susie and I fucked for the first time last fall before the cold weather had settled in." He paused for a bit, then said, "Tonight was going to be the first time we came back here since then." And he took another big swig from his beer bottle. I asked him, "You mean, you've not had sex since then?" He looked surprised and said, "Naaaa! we've had sex nearly every weekend since just not here."
Then he started complaining in earnest about how you had to keep up such an elaborate song-and-dance just to get a little 'nookie' out of a girl and how you had to tell them you love them every other sentence. And how if everything didn't go just right, they shut the door on you and wouldn't even give you head. And how even when they did give it up for you, they made you use a rubber every time because they didn't want to be embarrassed by going to the doctor and getting on the pill.
Noticeably stepping away from his rant, he said, "About two weeks ago, I heard about a way to fuck a girl, so you don't have to use a rubber, and there is no way for her to get pregnant." I asked him, "How could that be." And he explained, "You just fuck her in her back door. I tried it with Susie last Saturday night because she complained about having female problems of some kind. But, I no more than got the tip of my dick in her when she started to complain. I took it easy, but the more of my dick I got inside her, the more she complained. But her back door was just so warm and tight that it made me too horny to stop."
"It didn't take me long to cum that way, but she was madder than hell at me after that, and nothing I could say calmed her down. And, when I suggested that we come up here this weekend anyway, she blew her top and broke up with me. Can you believe that?" Then Meat said, "Girls are all bitches!" I just held my tongue, knowing that nothing I could say would say could make any difference to him.
By this time, he had put away two six-packs and was almost halfway through a third. I had just finished my first six-pack and was starting to help him on that last one. I was feeling a good buzz and was sweating from a combination of the beer and the warm, early evening air. After several minutes of silence, I kicked off my shoes, opened the top few buttons on my shirt, finished off the rest of that beer, and laid back enjoying the starry night sky. But then, he got up, staggering a bit, caught his balance, and said, 'Shit! It's fucking hot out tonight.' and as he started taking off his clothes, he said, 'Let's go skinny dipping.' When I hesitated, he said while still removing his clothes "There's no one around for miles, we're completely alone, that's why I love it so much up here."
He was standing there in only his underwear, looking down at me. I was buzzed just enough not to care, so I said, "Sure." But before I could stand up, he unceremoniously dropped his underwear to his ankles and stepped out of them, smiling from ear to ear. Now, my dick is bigger than most guys, but he was even bigger, a lot bigger! And the fact that he was almost hard surprised me. He probably knew the effect his monster had on people of both sexes, straight and gay; that was why he was smiling so big. I don't think my jaw actually dropped open, but I was in shock, so who knows.
He turned, ran down, and jumped into the water while I was still trying to get my clothes off. Then he yelled, "the water's great, hurry up," so I did. We frolicked in the water like two grammar school children for a good while, and then as if by mutual consent, we both stopped and just floated in the water or dog paddled to stay afloat, calming down and enjoying the after-effects of our playful exertions. If nothing else, perhaps spending this time with Meat would be the start of an actual friendship, and people really would think I am cool.
I began feeling sleepy and didn't want to fall asleep in the water, so I said, "I'm tired. I'm going to lay down." So, I got out of the water, walked back up to the blanket, and used my shirt to dry myself off. Feeling suddenly thirsty, I opened one of the last two beers and downed about half of it. I briefly considered lying on my back, but my dick was almost hard just from being naked outside, so I decided to lay down on my stomach, and I used my clothes for a pillow.
I must have fallen asleep because in what seemed like no time at all, I felt something long and heavy and hot rubbing against the crack of my ass, and then a mouth at my ear was saying breathily, "Oh, Kevin; you feel so good. How about it, will let me stick it up your back door. I saw you lying here when I finished my swim, and your ass, man, was looking so good, not as pretty or soft as Susie's, of course, but mighty fine. I'm so fucking horny I've just got to get off. I saved it up all week for that bitch, but she dumped me, and I've just got to get my nut. Can you help me out, buddy? What do you say??"
"I just laid there trying to wake up and understand what he was saying and wanting from me. And then it all made sense. He wanted to fuck me, and he was practically doing it already. A mixture of water from his swim, sweat, and his pre-cum was making my ass crack real slippery. And he used the lubrication to slide his dick up and down the cleavage between my ass-cheeks. Suddenly, fear of what might happen if he stuck that monster in my asshole gripped me, and I started to move to get out from under this big high school senior football jock. But it was no good; he just let his weight come down on me to hold me in place. He said, "Please, Kevin, let me fuck you, I Need to cum so bad, it won't take me long I promise." he paused for a moment, and then said more conspiratorially, "if you do, I'll let you hang out with me as much as you want... and I'll talk to the coach, try to get you on the team next year."
His promises gave me pause. "How bad could it be?" I thought. If I do this, I'll get to hang out with the coolest guy in school and get to play on the varsity team next year; it doesn't sound like a bad deal. So, I told him, "Okay, but you better take it easy on me, 'cause I haven't done anything like this before." He said, "Sure, man, anything you say."
He rose off of me, so I turned to look over my shoulder. He was kneeling, straddling my legs, and gently stroking the biggest dick I've ever seen. It was at least an inch and a half longer than mine and a lot fatter, especially where it bulged in the middle. The crown looked smaller than the shaft, he STILL had some foreskin covering part of it, and the whole thing had a slight downward curve. I started to get nervous seeing how big it was, and he must have noticed the look on my face because he said, "Hey, calm down and relax. They say that if you relax and don't tense up, a bigger dick is easier to take than a small one." That didn't sound right, but I was hoping it was true. With that, he let his dick fall back along my ass-crack, and the weight of it made a loud "Smack" sound in the quiet of the night. He then leaned forward, kneading and massaging my tense shoulder muscles. It felt good.
He straightened up again, so I looked back. He was spitting on his fingers, and then he troweled his spit into my crack and massaged it in. I was surprised, but it actually felt good. He then spat in his hand again and worked it all over the end of his swollen monster dick. Then he again told me, "Relax, and lay down flat."
I grabbed the rest of my beer and downed it, then I laid down and waited for what was about to happen. My heart was racing, and oddly enough, my dick was getting hard. Knowing that he would pin me down again, I hurriedly reached down under myself to adjust my dick. As my ass rose for me to do that, I felt something that had to be his huge pole pressing at the opening to my ass. He said, "Yeah, man! I knew you wanted it!" And I had just enough time to think, "Oh, no." before he gave a mighty shove that pushed me into the ground and slid his spit-slicked monster quickly into my virgin hole to the hilt.
I screamed! They were screams that originated in the deepest part of my body. It felt like he had shoved a huge white-hot iron pipe up my butt. He grabbed my wrists and held them firmly on the ground near my shoulders and lowered himself the rest of the way onto my back, not thrusting, just getting comfortable I supposed.
Finding my voice after screaming, I said, "STOP, take it out, it hurts!... It hurts too damn much. I can't take it!" But he was having none of that.
Ignoring what I just said, he leaned in close and spoke into my ear in a voice that was heavy with lust and sexual tension, "Oh, Kevin, my dick feels so good in you, so hot, so tight." And he started small, slow grinding motions against my butt. I was whimpering at this point, so he said, "Shhh, shhh, shhh. Calm down, and relax, go with it. It will be okay. It'll start to feel better soon." For some reason, what he said, and the calming tone of his voice was having the desired effect. "Yeah, that's it," he said encouragingly as he gently pulled about half his dick out and pushed it back in a little slower and smoother but bottoming out just as hard as the last time. With that, he emitted a long, satisfied moan. As he began stroking in and out of me for real, he said 'Oh, man, you have such a beautiful ass, and your hole is making such hot love to my dick." It sounded odd for him to talk like this, but it strangely made me feel better that he admired my butt that much.
His thrusting got steadily faster and longer, to the point that on each stroke, he was nearly pulling his dick out of my abused hole before plunging it all the way back in. My pain had subsided somewhat, and my anus and colon started feeling numb, but I still felt that monstrous snake forcing its way deep into my guts with every deep and powerful thrust."
My screaming had subsided, becoming hoarse moans, but his moaning was getting louder. If we had been anywhere else, I'm sure that the noise we were making would have brought people running, but he didn't even have to try being quiet out here. He was fucking me mightily with long, deep, ass-rending strokes. I had been spending a lot of effort to keep my asshole relaxed because it hurt less when I did. So, I was tired and found myself wishing that he would go ahead and cum and be done with it. But I also started to notice a warm feeling down there, and a slight surge of pleasure as his huge dick sank into me.
He increased his speed so much that it felt like he was going as fast as a piston in a race car. The tone of his moans and groans steadily increased in pitch until he sounded like a little girl squealing each time he bottomed out in me. Then suddenly, he pulled all the way out of me and plunged so mightily back in that it shook me fiercely, and he held his dick deep inside me as it started contracting. I could actually feel it as his dick lurched inside of me, injecting shot after powerful shot of hot high school jock spunk into my abused innards.
After about the eighth or ninth contraction, he collapsed onto my back and stayed like that until I couldn't stand his weight on me anymore. I started moving, and he aroused as if waking up, rolled off me, and promptly fell asleep. My ass was very sore, and while it felt pleasantly warm, I thought I might be bleeding down there, or maybe it was just his cum leaking out, I didn't know. So, I walked down to the lake and got in to clean myself up and let the cool water soothe my aching asshole. When I came back to the blanket, he was snoring softly. I dried myself with my shirt again and put my clothes back on. When I sat down on the blanket, there was a brief surge of discomfort, but shifting my weight eased it.
I downed the last beer and laid down promptly falling asleep myself beside my almost-rapist. When I awoke it was still dark, so I shoved Meat's shoulder to wake him up, told him, "Take me home!" and I went on to the car. On the way back home, I just couldn't even think of talking to him. To this day, I believe that he still doesn't understand why both his ex-girlfriend and I were so upset with him. After that night, he avoided me like the plague, and then the school year was over. He graduated and ended up breaking both his promises to me.
This ordeal left me feeling both betrayed and angry, and it tainted my relationships throughout my Senior year. I couldn't keep a girlfriend for more than a couple of weeks. And there were two occasions when guys let me fuck their asses, but they never wanted to do it again. Only my cousin Joe did not seem put off by me and would happily suck me off any time I would let him.
It was only after getting to college that I started to realize that it was my own angry and selfish attitude that sabotaged my relationships, and even most of my sexual encounters.
--- The End ---
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