Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Feedback much appreciated, off course.
Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those nice disturbances in your crotches, of course).
Part 5 - The making of a school slut
I was so nervous on my way to school. I couldn't stop thinking about what that day had in stock for me.
To make matters worse, some man took advantage of the crowded morning bus to grope my arse. At first, I didn't realise it, I just thought he was accidentally being pushed against me. Then I felt his hand groping my arse. I was too embarrassed to do anything. I looked away, pretending to ignore it and praying that no one would notice what he was doing. Obviously encouraged by my complacency, he slid his hand down the back of my trousers to feel my naked buttocks. He had a raincoat over his arm and used it to cover his actions. "Oh yes, you little bitch", he whispered in my ear, "I loved to see your naked butt the other day, when your buddies mooned you for everyone to see." I could feel the hard cock in his trousers pressed against my back. "One of these days I'm going to fuck your faggot arse so good, baby, I promise." He then pulled his hand out of my trousers and pushed his way out of the bus, covering his crotch with the raincoat.
I noticed people around were eyeing me with a strange expression, and only then I realised that my little pecker was rock hard and tenting up the crotch of my trousers. I was so embarrassed I covered my crotch with my school sack and ran out of the bus right at the next stop, which was still a couple of blocks from school. Then I had to run all the rest of the way, so I wouldn't be late.
After that bad start, my morning seemed to settle down. The morning classes went uneventfully and I even managed to take my mind off what had happened the day before and, worse still, what lie ahead. Unfortunately, this calm wasn't going to last long.
After the last class of the morning, we had a one-hour lunch break. I walked out into the courtyard with my two classmates and best buddies Sergio e Nuno and just then Miguel and Luis showed up out of nowhere. They threw their arms over my shoulders, one on each side, like they had done the day before, and carried me across the courtyard to the back of the gym. I am sure Sergio and Nuno didn't say anything. They were used to seeing me getting bullied by those two and they knew that interfering would only get themselves into trouble.
There was a sort of half-covered dead-end alley between the gym building and the school outside wall. It was fenced off by a gate, but there was a gap where a couple of the metal bars had been missing for years, so it wasn't difficult to sneak through. We were not supposed to go there and, being always the well-behaved little boy, I had never actually been past the entrance, but I knew it was the best place in the school if you wanted a quiet spot to smoke a cigarette, or any other mischief. The area was cramped with old disused gym equipment and lots of other stuff. They took me to a clear space at the back, behind a pile of old wooden crates. The small high windows of the locker rooms were right above us. It wasn't easy to see in or out, but the smell of teen sweat and warm soapy steam, together with the noise of the boys inside, are still in my memory, from that first morning and from many other times I went there afterwards.
When Miguel and Luis dragged me there, two other boys were already waiting for us, Marco and Gil. They were the two other bullies from the bus (Part 1). Seeing them there only added to my misery, even if I knew that Miguel was the ringleader and it was him I had to worry about the most.
I didn't even try to protest when Miguel yanked my trousers and undies down, baring my fat white arse. After groping and slapping my smooth globes, he pushed me roughly down, barely giving me the chance to slide my school sack under my knees to protect them from the hard dirty floor. He then fished his cock out the fly of his jeans. "You missed this hard cock, didn't you, faggot?" he asked me, slapping it on my face. "Open up for it". I didn't reply, but I opened my mouth just as Miguel told me to and he roughly shoved his cock inside.
Luis was right next to me, his cock already out as well. "C'mon, bitch, spread that pussy for us, you know how much we love to see your pretty little cunt". I humiliatingly held my fat buttocks wide apart, again exposing my anal orifice for them. Macro and Gil whistled and made some appreciative remarks about my "pussy", while Luis rubbed the tip of his sneaker up and down my arse-crack and now and then landed a mean kick on the cheeks or right on my virgin rosebud. Marco and Gil, were still too mesmerised by the whole scene but already rubbed their crotches and had clearly all the intention of getting a piece of the action as well.
They were all urging Miguel to cum and let them have a go as well. He didn't care about them, but he was just eager to shoot his load as quickly as possible like any horny teenager and he was fucking my face extra rough just to show the others his power over me. Soon after he managed to push his cock all the way into my mouth, again fucking my throat like a pussy, I heard him start to grunt and moan louder and louder. He had his hands holding my head firmly and there was nothing I could do to stop him or slow him down. I had trouble just trying not to choke on his hard cock. Again, most of his load shot straight down my throat, but he also sent a few good spurts of ball-cream splashing over my tongue and my lips to make sure I got the full taste of his creamy male juice.
I hardly had any time to breathe when he finally pulled out, as Luis quickly took his place and started pounding my face in his usual brutal way. Fortunately, he didn't last long either. He pulled out just as he was starting to cum and spewed his load all over my face. I had no choice but to stand still, forced to offer my face as a target for gushes of hot cum shooting from his cock. I had a perfect view of his gland right in front of my eyes as his engorged piss slit opened wide and splashed stream after stream of slimy sperm on my eyes, my nose and my lips.
I could see a sneer of disgust on Marco's face as he got in position. He was 16, a year older than the other three, and he was also taller and stockier than the others. He just bobbed his hard cock in front of my face and looked down on me, like he was inviting me to taste it. He didn't even say anything, but I complied by wrapping my lips around his average size cock. He was hung bigger than Luis but not as big as Miguel. I was thankful that he would let me handle it in my own way instead of raping my mouth like in all the blowjobs I had been forced to give. When he felt the warm wet suction of my mouth, he got real noisy. "Oh baby, yes, that's it, suck it good, oh shit guys, his mouth feels sooooo fucking good, a hot mouth is even better than I ever imagined!!!" I realised from his words that it was the first he got his cock sucked and strangely that brought me closer to him. It's not like I would say I was enjoying sucking his cock, but something led me to want to please this big guy. He was still a bully, but he just wasn't as mean and rough as the others. I even tried to make it last a little longer. I could sense his cock was close to coming, so I let go of it and instead sucked on his balls for a few seconds, but the additional surprising feeling of wet mouth around his ball-sack actually drove him right over the edge. He screamed even louder and I hardly had time to get back to his cock and hold on to his thick legs as he started to holler like crazy and emptied his big hairy nuts into my mouth. Finally, he smiled down at me and patted my head before he stepped aside.
With Gil we were right back to the rough face-fuck strategy. His family was part of the nearly one-million people that had left the former Portuguese colonies in Africa after their independence in 1975. Though they were called "retornados" (returned), many of them had never been to Portugal. A lot of them, like Gil, had African blood and felt far more at home in Africa than they now did in Portugal. His mixed race had never made his life easier, disregarded by both white and black. Even the acceptance of his little gang had been earned by his physical strength and his street-wise skills learned in the moceques (slums) of Luanda. Now he had the chance to enjoy a white boy's submission and he wanted to make the most of it.
Gil was clearly the more muscular of the four. His father had owned a gym in Luanda, so he worked out since he was a kid, which was something far less common then than it is nowadays. He was good at every sport, but his chosen one was handball, which was very popular then. In fact, he played in our local club, where my brother Carlos captained the junior handball team.
He had kept his cock in his trainer slacks until his turn came. As he stood in front of me and pulled the elastic band down, I couldn't gasping in fear. His dick was the biggest I had seen until then (20cm/8"), bigger than Miguel's or Vitor's, and thicker too, with a clear curve to the left that seemed to make it even more threatening. His body was light brown, just as if he had a heavy tan, but his cock was a full dark brown, with a big pinkish gland peeping out of his foreskin. I could sense the others were also impressed by the size of Gil's cock. There was even a moment of surprised silence when he first pulled it out, but it quickly gave way to cheers and laughter and taunting when he shoved the cock-head into my mouth and started trying to force it brutally in as deep as he could.
I just knew I couldn't possible take it all in my throat, but he just kept hammering it into my mouth until my throat actually gave in and he was able to push his huge cock-head in. He had some good two thirds of his shaft past my swollen lips and then he started pumping my face, not the rough clumsy way Miguel and Luis did it, but with an obviously much more experienced skill. He even managed to twist his hips to get the best angle for his bent cock to go deeper inside my throat. Eventually, he did manage to feed it all the way to his balls. His big cock made my throat feel tremendously stretched. Strangely, I think I actually felt some pride that I could take it all the way in, even if this "achievement" was made at the painful cost of a sore, overstretched throat.
His face-fuck was the longest and roughest of the four. At last, he picked up speed, pounding my throat at full force and really making me fear that I would suffer some serious damage. I endured some good 30 seconds of brutal assault until a deluge of hot salty cum flooded my throat and even burst out through my my nose as I gagged helplessly on the overflow of ball-cream. When he finally pulled out, they all laughed as I coughed out a gush of semen and drool.
"Listen, bitch: we want you here again after classes, get it?", Miguel instructed me. And Gil added "If you don't show up, you're dead!" I just nodded, as they quickly picked up their stuff and walked back into the courtyard, cheering each other and laughing.
I stayed there kneeling on my school sack for a good minute, still stupidly holding my buttocks apart, gasping and coughing, before I managed to recover the strength to raise from my knees and pull my trousers up.