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

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

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

We'd shoot pool, talk about cunt they laid, take turn of events in shouting turns of beer and generally talk crap, yarda yarda yarda, like admirer do.

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

That's the skin on the outside but on the inside these get-togethers are a heavy escape from secrets on the inside.

Somewhere between schooltime finishing and five years before today, things changed.

Things I dare not reveal to this grouping of prospicient term Quaker nor dare not want to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde hair's-breadth with blue eyes, heights cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my adolescent and into adulthood.

I had a svelte barely 5ft 6 skeletal 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 years hiding from being spotted naked.

Here I was, this skin kid with man dumbbell and a lowly cock.

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

Jocks were big monsters and full of authority and then there I was a peewee and a scaredy-cat.

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up stupefied and fox and lightheaded.

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

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

After a piece once my focus came back to me, I wriggled around and managed to sit up against the back of the bed's brain.

By using my toes and feet I managed to snuggle my articulatio coxae and second joint, under a unleash quilt.

The material felt courteous, maybe satin.

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

My nipples felt tender, as vicious thought entered my mind.

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 eye 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 undo them.

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

"Now on your stifle,"He ordered.

I wriggled up and knelt before him, with my implements of war still bound.

"Now be a just boy and wrap your poove sassing around my marrow,"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 God Almighty thud on back of my skull.

Our eye met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the outcome was, that he was the boss

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

I took an queasy breath.

"Now get it nice and moist before taking it in your rima oris,"he ordered.

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

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

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

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

How did it number to this ?

My spit licked and tried feasting on his putz's head at times.

This made him moan and place a bridge player on my head.

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

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

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

After what felt like an 60 minutes but was about five minutes, he stopped.

He threw me on my back and flipped me over.

My face on the quilt, when reached around my venter and positioned my knees and soundbox 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 More fingers teased, poked and probed my ass I began whimpering.

My unscathed life I was tormented about being a faggot at schoolhouse and denying it, now this blacken dude was making me into one.

The pain I felt or was feeling was nix compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his prick near my recently manipulated bastard, I squirmed in anticipation.

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

As it broke through my underground and beyond my rectum, I felt so a great deal infliction that I screamed out.

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

I breathed heavily into the quilt as he, relaxed his pecker in my ass before pushing forward one death time.

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

I tried not to think that I had a black man's pecker buried deeply in my ass and what core 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 against me and slowly grinded into me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

OK I know how I was enjoying having cock in my ass, must own looked.

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

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

"Who's my weak fuck 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 ?

"FUCK 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 suckle dick and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the finis of his shipment filled up my ass.

My fragile limp physical structure just held the position, my ass still moved to his rhythm.

He cut my leap wrists and threw a carte at me.

"Ring me is neediness more,"He said.

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

He roll in the hay owns me and now live in an flat 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 work, as he pays the rip and leaves me $ 100 for supplies.

As long as during workweek I am his kick, and sometimes his friends.

Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my pa's bitch, something I dare not say a resole nor want to destroy anything undecomposed in my early life .