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(MM/m- teen, ped, reluc, exh, mast, oral) *** PART 6 I was 15 years old in the winter of 1969. My oldest brother, Jeff, had tied me up and practically raped me for the second time in our life during Christmas break. I had also had sex with my other brother Mark a couple of times. And, by now, I had also sucked off a few other boys. But, I mainly had sex with Jeff's porn novels. Jeff went off to Vietnam and Mark had a girlfriend he was fucking and I had one fisted sex with myself. I was a decent enough looking kid, but I also did not look very "manly." I was still a freshman in high school and even though I had a full red bush of pubic hair, I hadn't started shaving yet and I still looked very soft and young. I masturbated over Playboys and porn novels with visions of the occasional girl that I went out with lying naked before me. I would be part of the orgy of guys that fucked her. Sometimes she would be part of the orgy of girls that fucked me. Due to Jeff's porn novels and the occasional new porn book that I managed to steal or somehow acquire, I was imagining every kind of perverted scenario that ever existed. And, I reveled in being a solitary pervert. I still ran around naked whenever I could, and I still jerked off in totally inappropriate places, like empty classrooms. If I thought it was "safe" (to my warped sense of safety), I would take all my clothes off in these semi-public places and beat my meat. I had a master key to the high school building, so I could go anywhere. There were basement tunnels beneath the school and, every so often, during the day, I would wander around naked, masturbating to my porn novels, secretly flirting with danger because the school janitors used the basement; the teachers occasionally had to get stuff from storage; and other "bad boy" kids who had keys would also use the basement to smoke, hang out, and even drink beer. I got some huge adrenaline rushes from near encounters as I would be hidden, naked and helpless if I were caught, spurting my boy cum just feet away from the unaware students or teachers. It was a rush. There were times when I would hang around after school; after the after school activities; and after the janitors had cleaned up, and I would walk around the hallways naked. I learned which areas would be shut down and which sections to avoid where there would be later activities into the evening. But I could jerk off, naked in the hall, on the second floor near the stairs and listen to people walking by below. It was such a thrill. I would deposit my clothes somewhere and run around the school as I did in my neighborhood, pulling my hard on as I tried to get as close to danger as possible. Sometimes I would go into my classroom and sit naked at the teacher's desk and deposit my sperm on his or her chair or in the desk drawer. If it was safe, I would masturbate on top of a table in the cafeteria or in one of the lecture halls, imagining everybody watching me as I was forced to put on a show. It was all so deliciously perverted. One day, in the Spring, I was in a classroom, lying naked on the teacher's desk, after school hours where I was sure everyone had gone home. It was dark in the room and I was simply letting my imagination run wild. My feet were on the desk, my knees bent, legs spread open and my fist was around my cock, imagining the girls in my class, naked, their cunts wet and dripping, licking my naked body while the teacher and other boys were forced to watch. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when the lights came on and Dan, the 45 year old janitor, walked in. I froze in terror. I couldn't even jump up to grab my clothes, as they were in another part of the building. "So you're the asshole pervert that's leaving your fucking spooge around the building," said Dan, as he walked into the room. "I, I, I..." I didn't know what to say. My mind was blank and my erection evaporated in fear as I sat up, not knowing what to do, but scared shitless by the fact that I would soon be universally known as the high school pervert. Dan stared at my naked body as he walked up to me, his mouth slightly open. He looked angry and focused at the same time. He stopped at the desk and stared at my cock, now drooping, but still red and blood gorged from my pulling on it. Dan was fairly heavy, balding and not particularly good looking. His janitorial uniform was always dirty from his work and he really didn't fraternize with the kids at all. I don't think he liked high school students. He raised his eyes to mine, still totally serious. "Don't move," he said. "just lay down. Trying not to show how frightened I was, I laid back on the desk again, trapped by his staring eyes until my head hit the desk. "Ohh, God," I jumped as I felt him spread my naked thighs apart with his hands, standing in front of my exposed body. "Uhhhhhhh" I groaned as his hands slid up my body to my groin. My cock instantly sprang to attention again as Dan grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them, making me wince... "Yeah, you fucking fag, how do you like this?" said Dan as I felt his hot breath on my genitals. I closed my eyes as I felt his mouth open and slide down my throbbing boy meat as he began to suck my hard cock. I went rigid as I felt the warmth of Dan's mouth surround my stiff prick. "AAAAHHHHH, OOHHHHH," I moaned uncontrollably, arching my hips as Dan raised his head and ran his my tongue over my spongy cock head. It was fucking incredible. His mouth triggered every deviant sensation I had ever dreamed of - my cock was being sucked! Holding my hips down on the desk he licked into my piss hole, cleaning out the precum. Then he used his tongue to lick under the ridge of my cock head. I moaned in passion as he made love to my boy cock, running the tip of his tongue down my shaft and back up to the tip. Then he swallowed me again and began bobbing his head up and down, sucking my cock in earnest. He moved one hand to my balls, deep throating my entire length of flesh. His nose hit my pubes and he crushed my balls against his tongue. I started bucking and trying to fuck his face as my naked body convulsed on the desk. "AAaahhhh fuuukckkkk," I cried out, clenching my fists and slamming them against the desk as I humped my hips into his my face and felt my orgasm build in his hot mouth. "AAAAiiiiiee!" I suddenly screamed as, just as I began to cum, he jammed his finger into my hot asshole, forcing himself deep inside of me, pressing against my prostrate while at the same time clamping his other hand painfully, pressing on the piss canal at the base of my cock. It hurt in the most delicious pain in the world and my cum felt like it was going to blast through my skin between my cock base and asshole. "AAAAAAAAaahhhhhhh!" I screamed out, thrashing my body, unable to shoot, while he tortured my cock and asshole. Just as suddenly, he pulled his mouth off of my prick, pressed hard inside my asshole and let go of the base of my cock.Sperm boiled out of my dick, shooting high into the air and onto my face. I convulsed on the desk again as my semen shot painfully out of my piss tube, arcing up in the air and landing on my face and chin. Pulling his finger from my ass, he continued to pump my naked cock, torturing me, trying to force more cum from my boy prick. "NNnoooooooo" I begged, trying to get loose from the hand grasping my cock. Then I felt his hard cock on mine as he jerked them both together. I tried to squirm away from his continued painful abuse of my boy prick after I had cum, but his fist just moved faster, squeezing both of our dicks harder, driving me insane, until I finally felt his hot sperm splatter onto my cock, balls, and groin. I moaned in relief as he relinquished his hold on my prick. I lay there trembling and panting on the desk, unable to think or move. "Get out of here," he said, breathing heavily, forcing the words from his mouth. "If I ever catch you again or even see signs that you've been around..." he paused, sounding very scary and very intense... "you will not like what will happen, I guarantee it." I jumped off the desk, still trembling, my cock still on fire, covered with our cum and I quickly walked past him. As I went out the door, I looked back and saw him still standing there, watching my naked ass, his hands clenched in fists at his side. I found my clothes, got dressed and left. I stopped playing my naked games in school as I waited for Dan to expose me. I was terrified that my entire life would be over. It is difficult to express how absolutely frightened I was. It never occurred to me that Dan could have been in trouble if he exposed me. I only knew that I was totally fucked... and I waited for the consequences. Finally, after a nerve wracking week and half, I deliberately walked by his office, desperate to know what he was going to do about me. When I looked inside his open door, he was there. "When can you stay after school?: he asked without any preliminary whatsoever. "Uhhh," my mind blanking out... "T-t-tomorrow?" "Good." he said. "Be here for detention tomorrow." I just nodded and left. I still didn't know what the fuck was going to happen, but maybe I would find out the next day. I was very frightened. I hoped that he wanted to have sex with me and not expose me, even though the only sex that I had really had was with my brothers and some friends, and that seemed a long time ago. I just didn't want to be exposed as a pervert. He was sitting at his desk when I walked into his office after school hours the following day. He looked at me, got up, locked the door and said, "Take off your clothes." Oh shit, I thought. I was so stupid. Out of all of the scenarios that I had thought about, Dan simply asking me to strip in his office was not one of them. All my thoughts had to do with how to talk him out of exposing me. I had imagined him reporting me to the principal and the principal making me strip while I was forced to suck him off and every one jerked off all over my body. I had imagined being the forced bathroom queer, where I was made to suck boys off naked in the bathroom and then they pissed on me. I had imagined simply being exposed and sent to jail. But, Dan asking me to strip naked in his office? No. I looked down at the floor and, realizing that I had no choice, I began to undress. I was incredibly nervous and my hands were trembling as I unbuttoned my shirt. Dan was just as dour and intense as he always was as he watched me strip. But, my dick was hard and throbbing by the time I was naked. "Sit," he commanded, indicating his dirty work table. I sat my naked ass on the table, my whole body quivering as he watched me. Then he got up and began caressing my flesh, rubbing his hands across my nipples and up to my neck and chin. He slid one hand down to my hard cock and I moaned. Then he pushed me back onto the table and spread my legs out again, shoving my knees apart and back, exposing my asshole to his gaze. "Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I moaned as he started squeezing my balls and playing with my asshole. The sensations were unbelievable. Again, he took me into his mouth and shoved his finger into my asshole, fucking me with it and sucking me until I once more shot my load all over my body. Then he again jerked off on my cock and balls, masturbating both of our pricks together, painfully for me, depositing his sperm on my genitals. When he was done, he wiped his cock and hands on my naked flesh and put his dick back into his pants. I lay there, naked, our cum dripping on my flesh when he said, "Don't fuck around in my school anymore. Next time I'll whip your ass and you won't like it. If you want to do this, stop by my office. Even during school. Understand?" I dumbly nodded. "Get dressed and get out," he said. He unlocked his office door and left. I quickly pulled my clothes on over my cum soaked body and got out of there. I realized, a few days later, that Dan was leaving it totally up to me whether or not I wanted to have him play with my 15 year old body and suck my cock. I didn't know what to make of it all. This particular weird scenario was not covered in my porn novels. The whole thing kind of scared the crap out of me. But, I was horny. And, I still jerked off every day. And his fucking mouth felt so incredible on my cock... I stopped by again... a couple more times until summer vacation... Each time he was more intense, sucking and licking my naked flesh. Once, he rimmed my asshole, sticking his tongue inside my shit hole, driving me crazy with sensation. He would lick the inside of my thighs and suck on my balls, giving me more pleasure than I ever dreamed of. This fat, old, dirty bald janitor played with my body, giving me incredible sexual pleasure and leaving me in tormented sexual exhaustion. But, it always sort of scared the crap out of me. It was also the most perverse submissive fantasy that ever happened to me. And, he was always scarily intense and serious, only commanding and demanding as he screwed with my young, 15 year old body. He managed to make me feel like a degraded piece of meat at the same time as he brought me to new sexual highs. He always looked like he was about to smack me around, but he never did. It was just another extremely weird sexual experience. After school was out for the summer, I was back to my own masturbation games. I spent many days during the summer of '69 again wandering far afield, naked and jerking off. Sometimes, if I was convinced I could get away with it, I would expose myself and masturbate in full view of surprised onlookers. One of the interstate toll thruways ran through a neighborhood that wasn't anywhere near my house, but was next to a field and woods that I could easily flee to. I would jerk off near dusk, and stand by the side of the road, ejaculating my cum to the shocked faces of motorists and truckers. As they slowed down, I would run away. I stopped doing that when I almost caused a serious accident. However, this time, the fear that I had almost causing an accident and getting caught, turned me on like never before. It was the same kind of fear I had getting caught by Dan, but now it made me harder and more excited... There was a hill overlooking the creek, but totally inaccessible from it. Once I shot my wad for the dubious entertainment of a mixed group of boaters. I could hear their taunts of dismay as I ran away. Then, in the fall of 1969, I was in my second year of high school. I resisted going to Dan's office. He treated me with the same indifference that he treated everyone else. As if we didn't actually exist. I was tormented by the idea that I could have sex with him if I chose, but I also felt that every time I had gone to his office, it was a little bit more; a little bit more weird; a little bit more pornographic... It was as if something bad was bound to happen, so I stayed away. I also resisted the temptation to do perverse things in the school. It was still warm enough to jerk off outside, hidden and relatively safe, so I did. I was still a little young looking and not really athletic, but I was playing second string fullback on the high school soccer team. The assistant coach, Mr. Doyle (his real name!), was a very hyper hard ass. He must have been in his twenties and was lean and well muscled. He didn't like me, mainly because I was a happy go lucky guy who goofed around a lot. One day after we lost a game during the previous freshman year, I was playing around and he kicked me in the ass, hard, and chewed me out for losing the game. I was crushed as it was a public humiliation and I later cried about it to myself. The exact same thing happened again that fall. We lost a game, I was fooling around, and I got another kick in the ass. There was also a clean up detention where, if the coach thought you were really bad, you had to clean up the locker room. Well, the coach wasn't there that day, so Assistant Coach Doyle thought I deserved clean up duty for my offenses, which was just another way of him humiliating me. After everyone left, I duly cleaned up the locker room. I hadn't done anything perverted in school since Dan caught me and he hadn't talked to me yet this year, but I knew that only person that would be around at that time of day was Dan. So, I stripped down to my jock strap and fantasized. I figured that I was in the locker room, cleaning up, and that even if I was caught, I had a right to be nearly naked in the locker room after hours. The possibility of getting caught and sucked by Dan again fed my perverted thrills. Then I started fantasizing about another soccer team member that I didn't get along with and Coach Doyle. They would be in the coach's office and Doyle was such a hard ass that he was punishing Bob by making him suck his cock. But then Bob turned the tables and made Doyle suck his cock. Bob made Doyle suck his chest nipples..... "C'mon, coach, work on my nipples. Get 'em hard." Doyle did what he was told. Neither of the naked men realized that the whole team was watching their queer show through the office window... I pulled off my used jock strap and held it over my face, sniffing in my own musky odors as I played with my throbbing, naked dick, imagining Doyle and Bob, naked, being forced to commit perverted sex acts. Bob pushed Doyle down to his knees and forced his fat, twelve inch cock into the coach's oral hole, sliding the full length into his fucking mouth and throat, until he was choking Doyle with the giant tube-steak... Then, I was the only one watching this perverted spectacle and a bunch of cheerleaders pranced into the locker room. I motioned to them to be silent and they crowded around me, just out of cheerleading practice, their tight hard bodies pressing into mine. They watched the obscene spectacle in horrified fascination as Bob pulled the Coach's face off his huge dick and turned him around. Doyle's eyes popped open and his mouth dropped when he saw all of the girls watching him. But he couldn't stop Bob from playing with his butt hole. Bob placed the head of his dick against the coach's glistening brown hole, and shoved. "Ahhhhh," cried Coach Doyle as Bob's huge cock ripped into his ass. The girls were disgusted and turned on by this filthy display of man-sex and their hands roamed my body... Caressing my naked cock as the whole cheerleading squad, nine or ten of them, were all naked with me, one beautiful girl kneeling down to take my huge twelve inch cock into her mouth, her huge hard tits brushing against my legs. Another kissed me on the lips, her breasts pressing into me, while I fingered her hot pussy. My other hand was also in someone's cunt, shoving into its wet flesh. Doyle screamed with pain as Bob drove his giant cock in and out of his asshole. Other girls pressed me, cunts and tits poking into my back and ass while Robin deep throated my huge meat. So, I'm lying there in a pile of dirty gym clothes and towels, stark naked, my jockstrap on my face, beating my meat to my fantasies, just about ready to cum, when: "Moran!" Jesus, I thought, what the hell was Doyle doing here! I madly tried to jump into my jockstrap as I heard him walk into the locker room. "Moran! Dammit, are you here?" Doyle demanded, clearly pissed off. 'Shit, shit shit shit shit,' I thought, trying to stuff my very stiff, nearly orgasmic, wet dick into my very small jockstrap. I moaned at the incredible sensations in my cock, literally right on the edge of cumming and knew that I would be totally fucked if Doyle found me shooting cum in the locker room. Now, even though I was only six inches hard, there was no place to hide my erection in a jockstrap. The sensitive, quivering head of my cock was going to stick out. In addition, as I tried to jump into it quickly, the elastic and everything got all twisted and I missed one of the pieces of ass elastic altogether, leaving it hanging on one side and pulling the whole jock strap over to the other side. My throbbing erection was almost covered, but my balls were hanging out below. I grabbed the pile of laundry at the same time to cover myself. I immediately felt my naked balls rubbing against the clothes as they covered the center of my body and my crotch while Doyle strode into view. I was still on the verge of orgasm... "What the hell have you been doing here?" he demanded. My whole body was literally shaking. "Uhhh, I, I was cleaning up..." I half stammered, half moaned. "Well, don't screw around." he said decisively. "Dump those towels and pick up the rest and get out of here." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. I looked at him for a split second, trembling in fear and lust, and sort of shuffled a little bit trying not to turn around. I realized, from the look on his face, that he was about to kick me again. He was going to come around and shove the toe of his shoe up my naked asshole... Fuck...I was scared and I backed away, trying to avoid that confrontation. Then, I quickly turned around and dumped the stuff in the hamper, giving Doyle a perfect view of my naked ass. I scurried on an oblique angle away from him, trying to get away when, "Stop." I stopped, my heart beating like a jackhammer, my nude body quivering. The only solace was that I was no longer on the edge of shooting, even though my erection was still squeezed in my jock strap. "Turn around." I slowly turned, looking at the floor. Unable to look in his face at all. My balls and hard cock were exposed and hanging out of my jock. There was a moment of total silence as he looked me over. "That's it," he said. "Bend over and grab your ankles." "Now? Here? Like this?" I blurted out in dismay. He couldn't be serious. "Unless you'd rather I report this to Principle Adams," he said seriously. I sighed, bent over and grabbed my ankles. Now, I realize today this sounds like fantasy and the opening to a porn movie, but this particular thing was totally real and actually happened all the time. In 1969, he was going to smack my butt with his clipboard. This was a normal punishment for slackers and offenders in gym classes and on the fields. If you annoyed the gym teacher, he'd have you pull off your shorts and smack you hard on your underwear in gym class. If you weren't wearing underwear or if it was on a swimming day, your naked ass would get walloped, as back then the boys all swam in the nude in swimming class. (Really!) It was always a bonus to see some guy whacked on his naked ass. On the field, the coach might hit a guy several times as he usually didn't make anyone pull down their pants in public - although it was known to happen if he was pissed. It was all pretty standard procedure. If I had any smarts back then, I could have probably gotten Coach Doyle in trouble for kicking me in the ass while fully clothed, but not for smacking my naked ass with a clipboard. Different times, different rules. However, I felt it was decidedly strange for him to do this thing while I was, for all practical purposes, naked in a locker room alone with him. There was always the idea of public humiliation when the coach whacked your ass. But this had sexual overtones due to the fact that he was going to punish me for doing my dirty sexual thing and I still had this fucking hard on. However, in spite of my independent sexual streak, I generally bowed to authority not wanting to get into more trouble than I already was. At least my cock began to soften a bit, even though I still longed to cum. I waited there, bent over, my hands on my ankles, my naked ass ready for punishment. SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle hit my ass with the clipboard. As the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again. "AAAAHH!" I cried out, involuntarily. That really hurt. I could feel my ass begin to flame and he did it again! SMACK! "STOP!" I cried, starting to really cry, all sexual thoughts suddenly gone. This was not fair. Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass. "All right," he said. "Don't move." I was suppressing the lump in my throat, trying not to cry as I continued to grab my ankles. Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I stood up, he'd really hit me. I heard him walk into his office and then into the training room. Jesus! My ass and the back of my thighs were on fire! I knew that some of the other guys on the team probably would have popped Doyle in the face for that kind of punishment but, they probably wouldn't have been caught masturbating, and besides, I didn't have the guts. Then, as soon as I thought about me masturbating, all of the illicit scenes that I had been playing in my mind came back. Plus, getting smacked in the ass by Peter, forced to suck Jimmy's cock... If Dan walked in, he'd be able to simply plow into my ass with his cock... Plus, I was bent over, my red ass upturned, my balls and now cock hanging loose from my jock strap. My cock was pulsing again. Ohnofuckplease, I moaned internally, trying to think of something else, but it was no use. My dick was hard and anxious to cum. Doyle walked back to me, still bent over, my naked butt hot, red and in pain, but now with my erection poking me in my stomach. Doyle poured cold ice water over my upturned butt! "AHHHH!" I cried again, startled at this new sensation. I spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing water shocked my hot ass. My cock stuck out in front of me, vibrating with a life of its own. "You like this, said Doyle, putting the pitcher down and smacking my ass again, this time with his bare hand. "This excites you, doesn't it? I figured you were that kind of kid, Faggot!" He pushed me against the locker, his hand still on my burning ass and took something freezing cold and shoved it between my ass cheeks, directly against my anus. God, what was he doing to me? I wanted to cry, feeling very misused, confused and defenseless against his sadism. At the same time, I felt my cock pulsing against the cold metal of the locker. He kept what had to be ice cubes pressed against my asshole, spreading their wetness around my glowing ass and thighs with the other. Their was no stopping it and I moaned softly at this bizarre pleasure pain embarrassment as I stood against the locker my palms pressing the metal on either side of me. I involuntarily pushed my ass back against his hand, letting him semi fuck me with an ice cube. "You know, Moran," said Doyle, breathing in my ear, "if you'd get serious about the game, you wouldn't have time for these problems. I hope you'll straighten up, Faggot." All the while he kept rubbing the icy mixture on my butt and up and down my crack. God, he was so weird. This was crazy. But my dick was achingly hard and my ass started twitching at his erotic punishment. Dolye then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, dumping the ice cubes on the floor. "All right, Moran," he said, looking directly at my steel hard rod, jutting out from my crotch, the jockstrap totally pushed to one side. "You are a pervert." He grabbed my prick, squeezed it, and pushed it down towards the floor. "You like this, don't you, Faggot?" "Ohhhhh," I moaned out loud, my naked body jerking at his hard touch. He was a pervert. He was a fucking child molester. And I hated him. But God damn, my body was on fire. I had no control. He was in charge. "Get down on the floor," said the coach, letting go of my cock. "What?" I said, disbelievingly. "Down on all fours, Now," he ordered, reaching around and giving me another smack on the side of my burning ass. I scrambled to obey and knelt before him. "Now lick up that mess you made," he said pointing to the water and ice he had spilled over my ass onto the floor. "Coach," I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite believing this. He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. "Lick - It - Up," he said slowly. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. This was insane, I thought, my heart pounding in fear. Even so, my body continued to pump blood to my hard dick and I was still turned on. There was a voice in my head that just wanted to get out of there. I was very afraid of Coach Doyle now. He walked around behind me as I vainly tried to lap up the water. "Not bad," he said to my ass sticking up in the air. "Stay bent over, but stand up," he commanded. I did what he said and raised my ass up in the air. He ran his hands over my hot cheeks, spreading them and exposing my asshole. I winced, as they still hurt even after the ice water. I was really worried at what he was going to do. My heart was racing so fast and I tried to subtly move forward. This was not happening. "Oh." I let another involuntary moan as a finger prodded at my asshole. Please no, I thought. What was he going to do? What Is He Doing? My penis started jerking with a mind of its own as I felt his finger try to penetrate the puckered bud of my anus. Again, I involuntarily tried to open my ass wider to meet this invasion. "UUNNNGhhhhhh" I cried out as his finger forced itself into my anus, lubricated only by the water. "Yeah. You are a Faggot, aren't you?" Coach Doyle asked as he roughly probed my dry asshole. "How many boys have fucked you already Faggot?" "No one! Please sir, please, it hurts," I whined, nearly in tears. Coach Doyle removed his hand. "Oh, you like that Faggot," he said, "But, I'll bet you're a regular cocksucker, aren't you? Turn around and get on you knees!" I obeyed him. My head was at the level of his crotch. "Take it out, faggot," the coach directed. He didn't say what, but I knew what he wanted. Jesus, I thought, why does this always happen to me? Was everybody in school a fucking pervert? When I hesitated, he grabbed on both sides of my head and repeated, "I said take it out!" Understanding that he might decide to fuck me or really hurt me if I didn't do as he said, I pulled down his sweatpants and underwear and let his manhood free. It didn't register until much later - that he was hairless... His whole pubic area was shaved... I didn't even notice at the time because he was very hard and very ready. He had thick, circumcised penis, about 6" long, the same shape as Jeff's. "Suck it," he commanded without any further preamble. Wanting to avoid further punishment and humiliation, I let him guide my head to his cock and I put my mouth over him. He immediately began pumping his hips and moving my head back and forth. He grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed as he fucked my mouth. I was mainly trying to keep my teeth out of the way, when suddenly my mouth was filled with his gooey sperm. He kept on pumping, not making a sound and I swallowed as he let a few more bursts loose. His sticky sperm clogged my throat and I hated him. It tasted really odd too... However, at the same time I was sucking his spurting tool for all I was worth. I felt enslaved and totally degraded. Finally, when he was done, he let my head go, pulled up his pants and underwear and said, "Put your clothes on and finish cleaning up." He walked back to his office, leaving me naked, my mouth full of his cum, on my knees, my stiff dick pointing toward his back. I ran back to my locker, put on my clothes and split. Fuck cleaning up. I quit the soccer team after that. It was no great loss and nobody asked me any questions as to why. In later years, I realized that Doyle manipulated me. He set me up. I wondered if he did that to other kids. At the time, I just wanted to ignore it and walk away. It was so bizarre. In spite of my fears, I really had no problem with Dan the janitor using me for his jollies - because I had been "caught" fucking with his janitorial duties. But I was enraged that Doyle could basically rape me. Now, this whole experience suddenly left me very confused about my sexuality. I was 15, then 16 years old. The thought of fucking women really turned me on and was the mainstay of my pornographic fantasies. The homosexual stuff in my brother's porn novels was a turn on, but it was just another perversion - I fantasied a lot about women. Homo sex was always connected with incest or some other man/woman thing, so I just viewed it as an extension of straight sex. But now, I was beginning to get a little worried. Maybe I was a homo. I had sucked a lot of cock already. And, it really turned me on. Rationalizing, I could discount the experiences with my brothers. They were my brothers, I thought, and the rest was special circumstances. Yet... Doyle whacking my naked ass and making me suck him off had really excited me. My own dick throbbed with lust as he orgasmed in my mouth... But I hated Doyle and knew that he abused me... But, I did the same thing with Peter last year (a hundred lifetimes ago in the time of a teenager). And with Jimmy... And my brothers.... And Dan... And, everyone else... Was I a faggot? This bothered me. I wanted to fuck women. I wanted naked pussy. Didn't I? There were no gay people in my world back then. There were no bisexuals, not even homosexuals. There were just possible homos, faggots and queers. Continued in part 7... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 60