At school I was one those guys that hung with the cool dudes or I'd be subjected to bullying.

I think I worked that out early on when in 2nd year of high school.

Once school for me was over, the dudes I hung with would catch-up on Sunday every month for a get-together.

We'd shoot puddle, talk about bitches they laid, take twist in shouting turns of beer and generally verbalise crap, yarda yarda yarda, like friends do.

Ten years and not much has variety, within our group.

That's the tegument on the outside but on the inside these get-togethers are a capital safety valve from arcanum on the inside.

Somewhere between school coating and five years before today, things changed.

Things I dare not reveal to this group of long terminal figure Friend nor dare not want to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde whisker with drear eye, senior high school cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my stripling and into adulthood.

I had a melt off barely 5ft 6 frame at end of my schooling.

When I was 16-17 I had developed gynecomastia, which was Weird as I wasn't fat.

So I went thru the later year hiding from being spotted naked.

Here I was, this skin kid with man boobs and a humble cock.

Of cause I felt embarrassed, plus I was one of those anti-jock boys.

Jocks were big monsters and to the full of confidence and then there I was a half-pint and a scaredy-cat.

One day while in my early on 20's, I was walking to the corner shop with my iPod a van pulled up beside me.

They stopped and before I could oppose, two big dudes dispersed and charged at me.

Within a blink of an eye and with my iPod still playing in my ears, I was in the rear of the van with a slip over my head.

They had me overpowered and restrained, as they slowly force away.

I felt a prick in my neck and soon after I was out cold and asleep.

I woke up bedaze and confused and lightheaded.

My foreland was aching from behind my right eye, I soon noticed I was bound.

Also I was naked on a subdued plush pinko bed, in a room made for a girl.

After a while once my focusing came back to me, I wriggled around and managed to sit up against the back of the bed's head.

By using my toes and feet I managed to snuggle my pelvic arch and thighs, under a promiscuous quilt.

The stuff felt nice, maybe satin.

I crossed my stage under the quilt and wondered, what are these strong-armer planning to do to me ?

My mammilla felt tender, as vicious thoughts entered my psyche.

Then the big masked fashion plate walked over to the bed, with wickedness intentions.

One of then just walked by me, the former never took his eyes off me.

Once he buddy had left, I was what he wanted.

He walked right up to me and started to fidget with trousers and tease apart them.

Once his cock was free, our eyes met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your human knee,"He ordered.

I wriggled up and knelt before him, with my arms still bound.

"Now be a good boy and wrap your faggot sassing around my meat,"He ordered.

I nodded no.

After all I wasn't a fag and simple thought, disgusted me.

He raised an arm and held it up in the air for a few second, and then it came down it an Divine thud on back of my skull.

Our middle met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the consequence was, that he was the boss

"I won't ask again,"he warned.

I took an anxious breath.

"Now get it nice and dampish before taking it in your mouth,"he ordered.

I did as was told, I had his cock half way in my sass before slowly pulling it out.

Then back in it went, I was scared stiff and felt embarrassed.

I sucked on his dick, swallowing the drumhead and gently applying suction.

My mind was screaming but then again, I was slowly calming down.

How did it hail to this ?

My tongue licked and tried feasting on his pecker's capitulum at times.

This made him moan and place a manus on my head.

Now he was now controlling my motion and footstep, with his hands.

I was bobbing up and down his cock, while now and then he moaned.

"See, you're loving it now,"He said, I tried to frown.

After what felt like an hour but was about five hour, he stopped.

He threw me on my spine and flipped me over.

My font on the comfort, when reached around my stomach and positioned my articulatio genus and consistence the way he wanted.

He was pouring something into his hands and then rubbing around my ass crack.

Then a finger poked into my asshole, I realized what was going to happen next.

bout started to run, when more fingerbreadth teased, poked and probed my ass I began whimpering.

My unanimous life history I was tormented about being a faggot at school and denying it, now this blackness clotheshorse was making me into one.

The painful sensation I felt or was feeling was zippo compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his cock near my recently manipulated bunghole, I squirmed in anticipation.

He slapped my ass with his fat shaft a few times, before pressing it firmly into my hole.

As it broke through my resistance and beyond my rectum, I felt so much pain that I screamed out.

My back ached but function of my Einstein moved to my cock, and felt pleasure after pain.

I breathed heavily into the comforter as he, relaxed his putz in my ass before pushing forward one go time.

His tool had now bottomed inside my ass, I felt a twitch in my tool ( as if it enjoyed it ).

I tried not to consider that I had a inkiness man's cock buried deep in my ass and what effect it will make on my judgment, afterward in the future.

It felt like I had an arm inside my ass, he pushed his body exercising weight against me and slowly grinded into me.

I gradually felt used to his stopcock grinding in and out of me, I even began to relax more.

His big salami slowly slid out from my ass and then back in, by now his pace was quickening.

I was beginning to slowly savour it, so I wasn't complaining or protesting anymore.

He, must have noticed I wasn't resisting and started, fucking more than unvoiced and faster.

By now I was in a euphoric State and thought it wasn't belief bad, as everyone in the human race claims.

He might have beat me to death, if I kept resisting.

So letting him give birth his way wasn't so bad, besides no one from my friend's Mexican valium would find out.

"UH ... UH ... UH ... OHHHHH !"I moaned.

Okay I know how I was enjoying having cock in my ass, must feature looked.

Especially that before tonight I was, a straightaway eyed wimpy heterosexual virgin.

I know I wasn't gay, so how come I was enjoying it so much ?

"Who's my weak screwing boy,"He teased.

"UH ... OHHH ... UH ... OHHH, ME ! I AM YOU screw BOY ! OOOH YEAH ... UH ... UH !"I screamed back at him.

"Say you love it, say you it bitch !"he asked.

"UHHHH GAWD ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE COCK IN MY ASS ! OH GAWD !"I screamed.

I maybe enjoying it now but how will I tomorrow ?

"FUCK ME HARDER ! OH GAWD ! I think you're making me cum ! I blurted out.

"SO AM I,"He grunted.

"Yeah kick, this is what you want,"He said and grunted again.

I just took it.

"You're my ho ass bitch now, here to suck dick and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the go of his load filled up my ass.

My fragile hobble body just held the perspective, my ass still moved to his rhythm.

He cut my bound wrists and threw a calling card at me.

"closed chain me is desire more,"He said.

I rang him two days later, and another roll in the hay session resulted.

He sleep with owns me and now live in an apartment paid by him ( Big Jim ), my new daddy.

My weekends are mine, to do as I please.

He must stimulate a family.

I don't need to shape, as he pays the split and leaves me $ 100 for supplies.

As long as during week I am his cunt, and sometimes his friends.

Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my papa's cunt, something I dare not tell apart a sole nor want to ruin anything good in my other life .