At schooltime I was one those guy cable that hung with the coolheaded dudes or I'd be subjected to bullying.

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

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

We'd shoot pocket billiards, talk about bitches they laid, exact crook in shouting good turn of beer and generally talk shite, yarda yarda yarda, like admirer do.

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

That's the skin on the outside but on the inside these get-togethers are a great safety valve from secrets on the inside.

Somewhere between school finishing and five years before today, matter changed.

affair I dare not reveal to this group of retentive term acquaintance nor dare not desire to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde fuzz with down eye, high cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my teen and into adulthood.

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

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

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

Here I was, this tegument kid with man bosom and a small cock.

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

jock were big devil and full of confidence and then there I was a shrimp and a scaredy-cat.

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

They stopped and before I could react, two big clotheshorse dispersed and charged at me.

Within a blink of an eye and with my iPod still playing in my spike, I was in the back of the van with a pillowcase over my head.

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

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

I woke up dazed and flurry and lightheaded.

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

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

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

By using my toes and animal foot I managed to snuggle my hips and thighs, under a loose quilt.

The stuff felt decent, maybe satin.

I crossed my legs under the comforter and wondered, what are these punk planning to do to me ?

My mamilla felt tender, as evil thoughts entered my nous.

Then the big masked dudes walked over to the bed, with evil intentions.

One of then just walked by me, the other 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 dislodge, our optic met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your knee joint,"He ordered.

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

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

I nodded no.

After all I wasn't a fag and mere 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 Creator thud on dorsum of my skull.

Our oculus met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the effect was, that he was the honcho

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

I took an anxious breath.

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

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

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

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

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

How did it total to this ?

My lingua licked and tried feasting on his stopcock's promontory at times.

This made him moan and post a hand on my head.

Now he was now controlling my motility and pace, with his hands.

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

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

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

He threw me on my backbone and flipped me over.

My typeface on the quilt, when reached around my stomach and positioned my articulatio genus and body 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.

Tears started to run, when Sir Thomas More digit teased, poked and probed my ass I began whimpering.

My hale lifespan I was tormented about being a faggot at schooltime and denying it, now this opprobrious dude was making me into one.

The painfulness I felt or was feeling was nothing compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his cock near my recently manipulated son of a bitch, I squirmed in anticipation.

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

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

My back ached but office of my brain moved to my prick, and felt pleasure after pain.

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

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

I tried not to think that I had a black man's dick buried cryptical in my ass and what effect it will have on my judgement, afterward in the future.

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

I gradually felt used to his prick grinding in and out of me, I even began to unbend 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 enjoy it, so I wasn't complaining or protesting anymore.

He, must take in noticed I wasn't resisting and started, fucking more grueling and faster.

By now I was in a euphoric state and thought it wasn't feeling bad, as everyone in the populace claims.

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

So letting him own his way wasn't so bad, besides no one from my friend's circle would see out.

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

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

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

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

"Who's my feeble sleep with boy,"He teased.

"UH ... OHHH ... UH ... OHHH, ME ! I AM YOU FUCK 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 ?

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

"SO AM I,"He grunted.

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

I just took it.

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

My fragile limp body just held the lieu, my ass still moved to his rhythm.

He cut my edge carpus and threw a card at me.

"Ring me is want more,"He said.

I rang him two days later, and another fuck session resulted.

He know 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 have a family.

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

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

Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my Daddy's beef, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to ruin anything secure in my former animation .