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 9 - Thunder
After Nuno left, I just sat there, sobbing, my cheeks swelling and throbbing from the slappings. My face and hair were slimy with Nuno's cum and piss. I could still almost sense his warm stinking urine dripping over my face, running down my smooth chest and crotch before dripping into the toilet. And the foul bitter taste in my mouth wouldn't let me forget about it.
Then I looked down and realised my little pecker had been rock-hard all through my ordeal. I observed it for a few seconds, like it was something new to me, a little finger poking up almost vertically. I felt a flush of embarrassment for being aroused in spite of (because of...?) such a disgusting experience, and yet my hand slid down to caress my smooth groin, almost with a will of its own. The touch of my fingers around my woody suddenly made me aware of how hard my little penis was begging for relief. I leaned back on the commode, with a slight shiver as my naked back touched the cold tiled wall. I relished on the delicious sensation coming from my pecker as I jerked up down on it, soaking my fingers in spit to rub over my circumcised little gland.
Somehow, this moment of pleasure seemed to be the best way to compensate me for all the awful things I had had to endure since Vitor had started my unending defilement. It had been less than 24 hours ago, but to me it already seemed like a century.
I kept my eyes closed, as if I wanted to shut out all my other senses to better savour the pleasure coming from my penis. Yet I still felt there was something missing... My left hand slid down too, as my tight virgin arsehole started to demand the same attention it had received the night before, when I had masturbated for the first time. I spread my legs and sank my arse deeper in the toilet seat, opening my fat buttocks wider to give my fingers easier access to my arse-crack.
I made them wet with spit and caressed the tiny ring of my sphincter. I pushed a finger inside me and suddenly another warm delicious feeling was competing inside me with the one coming from my penis. The feeling was so strong I almost yelled. The little sharp pain only seemed to heighten my sensations. I pushed a second finger inside and slid them in and out of my arse-ring, each time trying to dig them inside as deep as I could, wanting to explore my newly discovered treasure cave. Then all of a sudden it felt as if I had touched a trigger inside me and set off a huge explosion. I felt my body squirm violently, my eyes popping wide open, as the discovery of my sensitive prostate unclenched an orgasm a thousand times more powerful than the one I had had the night before. For a split second I almost panicked, incapable of understanding what was happening to me as I desperately dug my fingers deep inside me and my little dick spewed a gush of hot semen all over my hand and my hairless crotch.
As I regained my breath, and my notion of reality, I slowly started to decipher the image before my eyes. At first it was just too confusing, but finally I realised that Mr Ramos, the handyman, was standing right there in front of me, watching it all. I had forgotten to lock the door again when Nuno left and he had walked right into my little unconscious exhibition.
He was standing right between my spread legs, in his worn green overall. The zipper in the front was open to show some of his dark, slightly greying, chest hair. He was tall (1.80m [almost 6']), but seemed even taller from my sitting point of view. In spite of being well into his 40's, he was still very strong, with broad chest and strong, thick arms. He also had a slight but visible beer belly (right in front of my eyes).
Mr Ramos had an old nickname, probably given by some old generation of boys that had passed through the school: "Trovao" (thunder). Some said it was because of how he was always shouting at us boys in his loud roaring voice; some also suggested it was because of his loud farts...
I had to look straight up to see his face. He had an amused sneer that seemed to lighten his rough, tanned, unshaven face and his dark brown eyes. I jumped up, sitting up straight on the toilet seat. With him so close to me, and my legs spread wide on the sides of the commode, I couldn't stand up.
He put his big hairy hand on my smooth chest and smiled, as he felt my thumping heart like I was a small bird in his hand. He smiled and quieted me down. "There, there, I'm sorry I startled you. There's no need to worry; old Thunder here can keep a secret, as long as you're a good little boy." Then he slid his middle finger over my slimy face with more a wicked grin and added "and I can see you are a very, very good boy." He pushed his big finger into my mouth, telling me to suck it, as he slid it in and out between my red boyish lips. I could taste his salty skin together with cum and piss he had gathered from my face. He finger-fucked my mouth for a little while, then scooped some of my own cum with his fingers and fed it to me as well. I sucked on his fingers, tasting my own salty-sweet sperm for the first time. He smiled. "You are one horny little whore, aren't you?"
He picked up my cum-slimy right hand and offered it to my mouth. "Here, I know you love the taste of cum." I obediently sucked my fingers and licked my hand to get the rests of my own cum. Then he pulled up my left hand and pushed deep in my mouth the two fingers I had had in my arse, making sure I got all of the sweet flavour of my young butt.
While I sucked my fingers, he unzipped his overall down, right in front of my eyes. He was covered in thick dark hair all the way down to his belly and further down. The open zipper finished right above his crotch, but I could still see some of the dark pubic hair coming from inside. My eyes moved down and I noticed the outline of his hard cock, sliding into the leg of his overall. I couldn't help shivering as I realised it was surely bigger than any other cock I had come across. He saw where my eyes were aimed at and guessed my thoughts. "Yes, sweetie, that's one big cock old Thunder got there for you." He held my hand again, and this time he ran it over the bulge in his overall, making me trace the form of his huge penis under the worn fabric.
He bent down and pressed his face against mine. It wasn't a tender kiss. His tongue roughly explored my mouth, while his unshaved face scratched all over mine. I was out of breath when he finally broke up the kiss.
Then he stood up again and his two hands went inside his overall and fished out his cock and balls. Suddenly my nostrils were filled with the strong male scent of his sweaty genitals, much stronger and pungent than what I had sensed before. The big hairy ball-sack was now hanging out of his overall, protected from the zipper by the white cotton of his briefs snapped under the scrotum. He moved my hand down and I cupped the over-sized orbs with my little smooth hand, feeling the heat they radiated and the harsh hairs covering them.
The cock was bobbing above them. I was mesmerised but the size and shape of it. Now I was sure it was bigger than the others I'd seen, and didn't even realise it still wasn't actually full hard. It must've been at 20cm [8"] right then, and it would grow up to a full 22cm [8ó"]. It was also thicker, with an engorged veiny shaft bending upwards, and finished with a bulbous round knob, sticking out of his foreskin. He moved my hand again, from his ball-sack to his shaft. I could hardly circle it's girth with my little fingers.
I was startled by noise outside. It was probably the boys from the school teams that used the sports facilities after class. "Don't worry, the door is well locked", Mr Ramos reassured me, "we can be at ease, no one will interrupt us." I also realised he had me locked inside with him.
"Anyway, it's time we get serious", he said. I felt his hand on my head, pulling it forward. He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it across my face a couple of times, then rubbed the gland on my lips. I was a little scared of having to suck such a huge cock, but I had learned by now it was not for me to decide. I had to open my mouth wide as he pushed the big knob past my lips. I immediately started to suck. "Yeah, they've been training you good, bitch. I've had my eye on you since you arrived here, my cute little sissy." My mouth seemed filled just with his huge cock-head, but he started pushing deeper inside. It made me gag, but he didn't seem to mind, just held my head in place and poked the back of my mouth with his knob.
His free hand was roaming all over my body, enjoying the feeling of my silky smooth skin. I felt his rough fingers rubbing my left nipple, gently first, then pinching it painfully hard. Suddenly, the sharp pain was so hard I tried to scream, but his big knob was pushing strongly against the entrance to my throat. At last, his fingers let go of my throbbing nipple, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth for a few seconds, while I eagerly gasped for air. He ran his fingers through my hair, quieting me down. "You're doing very good, my sweet little slut. Don't worry, baby; old Thunder is going to teach you to take his big cock like a real street-whore, and those lovely titties of yours are going to help me through." Then I felt his fingers playing with my right nipple and his knob pushing back into my mouth, and I prepared for another assault. This time he pinched even harder and longer. I desperately tried to open my throat to scream, and he tried to use the opportunity to force his huge cock-head inside.
For the next try, he pushed me back, so the back of my head was resting on the wall behind and he didn't need to use his hand to hold it in place for his cock. His fingers started rubbing on both my nipples at the same time and as soon as his knob was in place against the entrance to my throat, he pinched them brutally hard. Again my scream of agony was muffled. My throat hurt like hell as he tried to stretch it impossibly wide to fit hit monstrous gland, but there was no way it could get through. He tried a couple of times more, in each turn pinching my nipples and pressing on my throat harder and longer.
He was clearly getting annoyed that I wasn't taking his cock-head deeper. I was sure it was impossible and I couldn't understand his insistence. Between each try, I pleaded him to stop, but that didn't move him any more than the tears running down my face.
I shivered when he said we were going to try something else, but I couldn't possibly imagine what he had in mind. With one hand, he held my head firmly in place by the hair; the other moved down between my legs and grabbed my little hairless ball-sack. This time I nearly passed out from the agonizing pain in my small nuts combined with the chocking pressure of his cock against my throat. But it worked. While I desperately tried to scream, the huge gland finally popped into my throat, followed my a few centimetres of the shaft. His cruel grip on my testicles was finally released, though the pain took much longer to subside. My concern now, however, was just trying to breath, with my throat clogged by his cock. I must've been turning blue when he at last pulled out and fresh air re-entered my lugs. For a minute, I was just gagging and drooling profusely, praying that he wouldn't do it again, but my prayers weren't answered. The second time, his gland went in a little easier and quicker, which also meant that my poor balls suffered a little less, but it also went in a little deeper, stretching my throat even more.
For the third time, he told me if I were a really good boy and take him in like he'd taught me, he wouldn't need to use my balls. I swear I really tried, but I still couldn't relax my throat enough, so again my testicles suffered the brutal grip of his fist. His cock went in about half it's length, deep enough for him to actually pump it a little, sliding in and out.
Mercifully, after that third assault he decided to give me a rest and didn't try to fuck my throat again. He just took his pleasure fucking my mouth and making me suck on his cock-head, while at the same time I jerked his big shaft with my two small hands. For an adult's standards, he didn't take very long to cum, but for me, in comparison with the eager teens I had been with, it seemed to take years.
Eventually, he started grunting louder and his cock seemed to swell even bigger. I tried to prepare myself for what was coming, but the huge flow of semen that filled my mouth was impossible to hold. I tried to swallow some of it down, but I kept gagging on it and it just flowed out on the corners of my mouth and through my nostrils. It didn't help that the taste was much stronger than what I was used to and it was making me so sick. At last, he pulled out of my mouth and added his last two spurts of thick cream to the disgusting slime already covering my face.
I thought he would let me go, now that he had used me to empty his big hairy balls, but he just pulled me up to my feet and dragged me out of the stall and into the main area of the toilet room. I was a miserable mess, face swollen and covered in slimy cum, my whole body stinking of piss, my little balls so swollen even walking made my face twist in pain. And yet my ordeal still wasn't over.