This is the next morning after Eric had fucked me out in the open of the school car park.
“What the fuck, just happened?” I thought to myself, staring up at my ceiling once I woke.
I had gone to be naked, but there wasn’t anything new about that. It’s then that I started thinking to myself, what am I going to say to Zayne? Why did it have to be Eric? The prick that made life difficult for everyone I was close to. As I dwelt on a way of explaining myself to Zayne, I broke down and started sobbing.
Memories of the past year or so kept flooding back.
What kind of asshole was I?
Zayne, I, and the “Loser Club” had gone through hell with the likes of Eric and his mates.
With Zayne, I was introduced to the lagoon. That lagoon was a place of adventure, my openness to frolicking around, nude. He introduced me to jerking off, his big cock. It was with Zayne that I was allowed to express my inner sexuality, without prejudice. I had grown more confident in myself and had the freedom to do what I liked. He even groomed me to be his personal cocksucker, and while I did, he was grooming me for even more, by caressing my ass and asshole with a finger. That drove me wild, in time I think he would have stuck his cock in my ass.
I wish it were him, not that son-of-bitch, Eric.
Then, when I finally tried to get out of bed, and get ready for school. I knew something was right.
As I stood, I felt my hamstrings grab, and that soreness in my asshole from yesterday was tight and tender. Then I looked down at the sheets on my mattress and saw droplets of blood. I had difficulty walking, caressed my asshole, then gingerly entered the bathroom, and sat on the potty. It felt good to empty my bowels, but it strained my lower back. When it came time to clean up, I noticed blood on the paper.
“What the fuck, did Eric do to me?” I thought to myself.
I then took a long while standing up from the potty.
As I got ready for school, I took a long, warm shower. Once I left my loft and attempted to leave. It was a failed mission, as I only took two steps down my stairs before retreating. I struggled to take a mere two steps outside before my hamstring and back spasmed. There was no way I could take the 18 steps to get down. That’s when I decided to take the day off and recover in bed.
There were more blood stains, but it took me until Thursday to go to school.
It would take me three days before I bumped into Zayne again.
I think Zayne could read between the lines and sense something was different about me. He eventually tried to pry it out of me. I lied and said I hurt myself at practise. Once again, he pressed me about where I was. All I could think of to say was that I was still a bit stiff, so I ended up taking him straight home.
I decided to hold off on telling Zayne the truth until I am at ease with myself.
The start of next week, we were back at the lagoon, up to mischief.
By the lagoon, we frolicked naked, with me ending with Zaynes’ cock in my mouth. Not only did I not tell Zayne that Eric had fucked me, but I also made no mention that Eric had resurfaced. I felt like a coward and guilty.
A simple fact was that I couldn’t even look Zayne in the eyes.
My plan was to announce Eric’s resurfacing in the coming weeks.
The next night after Lacrosse, Eric fucked and taunted me over his car.
“Do you not understand how pathetic you look right now?” Eric taunted me.
“You’re pathetic, moaning with your ass spread and willingly taking cock,” he continued.
“Tell me, do you like fat cock in you? Tell me?” he taunted me.
“Oh god, yeah, I love fat cock in me,” I moaned.
Eric continued to impale me over his car, in the open space of the school car park.
“I bet you literally can’t wait until practice is done, to be bent over my car, and gaping your bitch asshole,” he never shut up.
I started having a faggot moment, as I softly moaned like a bitch, and lost myself and squirted out cum.
Eric smirked, then laughed once he noticed.
I felt surreal, as my orgasm kept flowing through me.
“You can lie to your friends, you can lie to the school, but you can’t lie to yourself or me,” Eric taunted.
“Just look at yourself, lying face-down on my hood, moaning like a bitch,” he continued, stirring me.
“I saw your reflection, I saw the joy on your face,” he talks nonstop.
“After today, you’ll never say no to a cock, I’ve broken you,” he kept banging into me.
He was right, I stopped hiding the fact that I love having cock in my ass, as I had yet another sissy-gasm.
Eric laughed and slapped my ass.
Once Eric started pounding me hard and fast, I could hear his balls slapping against my own empty balls. I knew he was getting close. By now, it felt like he was going to split me in half. I wasn’t even having thoughts about what he’d done in the past. He pushed deep into me hard and forced my face to be pressed hard against his hood.
“Whore,” he leaned into my ear and whispered.
I felt his cock thrust deep inside my ass, and groan.
Suddenly, he started pounding me one last time as if it were his last effort. I felt him twitch and then bottom out deep inside me, before slowly grinding in and out of me.
I knew he’d cum inside me, but didn’t want to pull out just yet.
Around two minutes later, he slipped out, and I felt a large load follow his cock out and trickle down my inner leg.
I slumped across his hood while he pulled his gym pants up.
As he opened his door, I slid downwards and onto my own gym pants. As he started up his car, all I could do was lick my lips as I squatted to the ground. He gave me a smirk, and off he went.
Again, I felt sore sitting on my bike, but I knew what to expect.
Once I was home, I took an icy bath to soothe my body.
The next day, I wasn’t in too much discomfort. Yes, there were blood stains, but my muscles weren’t so sore and tender. This time, I turned up at school a bit stiff in the back. I think Zayne started to suspect something, as each time after lacrosse, I was a little stiff and unavailable that evening for a ride home or to the lagoon.
The next day after school, Zayne was by my Vespa, awaiting a trip to the lagoon.
He was quieter than usual as we frolicked naked around our lagoon, as if something was on his mind.
I had a feeling, a sixth sense, that he had questions he wanted to ask but didn’t.
“You know what’s funny? If girls mess around with each other, as us guys do, no one bats an eye,” I said to break the ice, as I pulled his cock from his pants.
There was no expression on Zayne’s face as he looked down on me.
“Then when we guys get horny and hook up with each other, it’s like we broke a rule in the bible, and are ostracized for it,” I tried to get a reaction from him with his cock in my hand.
“What in the fuck are you dribbling on about?” was his response.
I knew I pushed the wrong button, so I shut up and went about sticking his cock in my mouth.
There I was sucking his cock, and wanting to make him cum down my throat.
“Why can’t we fool around with whoever we want, and when we want, like girls can, and not be beaten up?” I just said, without thinking.
Then I immediately realized I had contradicted myself, by the fact that I was fucking around with Eric. Zayne and I had some great times in our short time together as friends, but my conscience was beginning to make me talk in riddles. Just a few years back, Eric was part of a mob of schoolyard bullies that wanted to bash us, different wimpy kids.
If he knew that Eric was secretly fucking me, he would be bitterly disappointed.
Without Zayne’s friendship, there would be no lagoon, there wouldn’t have been my freedom to express my teenage escape or adventure.
I wouldn’t have been allowed the freedom to experiment and improvise.
Like we used to experiment, and gallivant around naked and skinny dip by our sanctuary, the lagoon (Snake Island). Then, we tentatively began to masturbate together before we would jack off each other off, without any judgment or repercussions. From there, I eventually had the freedom to expand into tomfoolery by playing with his cock like a toy. Then, over time, I would lean downwards and kiss his cock, before rolling my tongue around the head while stroking his shaft. Zayne gave me free rein to take his cock in my mouth and go down and suck his shaft.
Snake Island was our Never, Neverland.
Today, Zayne worked on my asshole with his fingers.
Normally, that’s as far as he would go. After Eric was the one to bust open my ass, I couldn’t deny him anymore. Plus, it was only yesterday that Eric had buried his cock deep in my ass. Zayne fingered my ass with two fingers, and it felt like nothing. In reality, I needed his cock to satisfy me.
He was surprisingly rough with his fingering today, which was out of character for him.
“Now. I want your ass.” He laughed. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or playing around.
When I looked into his eyes, again, I realized he was dead serious. He had spat on my lower back and rubbed it into my hole, and continued fingering me. Zayne’s action heightened the pleasure I was feeling. I let out some tiny moans. Then the aggressive probing of my ass ended when he pulled his fingers out.
Something bigger was pressing against the entrance of my ass.
It was the head of his cock.
I took a deep breath, knowing too well that after my encounter with Eric, taking a breath as he entered helped. Then he pushed inside, causing me to moan ever so slightly. The head of his cock started stretching me open, forcing his way through my anal ring. It was pleasurable going in, not as painful as when Eric forced his way in. I was surprised at how hungry I was for it, the heat and pulse of his hard cock.
This was only the second cock inside me, in the past 24-hours, and only the second person’s cock to enter me, period.
There was no pain.
His cock going inside felt much like a banana being peeled open. He activated something in me that was hidden from him. Zayne didn’t stop pushing inside, as if waiting for a reaction. I thought to myself, the sooner he opens me up, the sooner he bottoms out inside me. As he pushed deeper, I could feel the walls of my asshole collapsing. I moaned, arched my back, as if accommodating him.
I groaned and moaned in pleasure once he finally bottomed out.
Zayne just didn’t move once he was fully inside me.
I was left, sort of pleading with him to start by mumbling moans. Instead, he ran a hand through my short hair before he gripped my scalp. I looked back, and finally we met each other’s gaze. Once we made eye contact, he leaned down, and I felt his lips graze my ear.
“Remember, when you told me you’d never let a guy fuck you?” he whispered. I grew silent.
“FUCKING ERIC! YOU, CUNT,” he growled, the tone made me squirm. I knew I was in deep trouble and in a compromised position.
Do I fight off and run away from my dilemma, and miss out on something, Zayne should’ve already been his? Before I could act, that’s when he started plowing into me with force. He used his cock like a tool for retaliation, leaving me whimpering with each thrust. So rough was he that my whimpers became moans. I’m not sure if he knew, but his rough fucking me was actually more pleasurable than I thought. While he worked his magic on me, my ass spread wider, and with each movement in and out, he made me moan.
I think he thought he was punishing me, but instead, he was pleasuring me.
“I’m going to make you pay for all your bullshit,” he said. I was in deep trouble.
My eyes were watering, not from pain but pleasure, as he slammed inside me deep. He was fucking me like a maniac, but I loved it. The more he fucked the shit out of me, the more I moaned. I was in a pleasure dome, and an angry Zayne was controlling the ride. He was fucking me good and hard, slamming in and out. I felt my ass tremble, and then a flow-on effect triggered my balls. It was then, as I arched my back, that I squirted cum from my balls and out of my cock.
I let out a whimper and a moan.
“See, I just broke you,” he said, and I knew it and felt sheepish.
Zayne went back to fucking me, maybe not as hard as before. It felt pleasurable all the same, and I knew I was going to pay for lying. He went about fucking me balls deep, while I couldn’t contain my moans. I had collapsed forward, ass up, and head down, spreading my knees apart, as I was literally unintentionally eating dirt.
I could understand feeling broken to a thug like Eric, but I was feeling vulnerable to a fellow wimp like Zayne.
Then, he slammed in one final time.
He buried his cock balls deep inside me, as he shot load after shot of his cum deep inside me. Zayne filled me before collapsing on top of me. I could hear him breathe heavily while still inside me. As he began to slowly soften, he pushed off me by planting both hands in the middle of my back, and forcing me into the grassy ground.
“We’re even now,” he said, forcefully double thrusting into my back with both palms, as he stood.
I let out a pathetic whine, knowing our friendship was strained.
Then it hit me more than when Eric broke me, the forest breeze blew right through the cum leaking hole. My ass was already missing having cock inside it. Deep down, I wanted more but knew I was in the bad books, so I kept quiet. I was surprised by how much I needed his cock back inside me.
Zayne left me lying there face down, wanting more.
I didn’t move, just stayed motionless, processing everything.
What have I done? What has been triggered within me? Part of me couldn’t wait for the next cock, but I also fantasized about sex with women, even though I can’t trust them. Part of me imagines I was a woman, all the while a cock slid in and out of my manhole.
Then again, can I be trusted? I left feeling ashamed of myself.
Then, as I pondered naughty thoughts, I realized another thought. Both Eric and Zayne had literally taken advantage of me and had them sort of raped me, and didn’t care.
I was still deep in thought, trying to analyze it all. When, BANG! Zayne sank the boot into my left bicep and shoulder, and then another into my ribs and lower torso. Then his coup de grâce, a fist to the back of my head. I was left seeing stars before my eyes rolled back in my head.
When I woke, Zayne was gone, and my Vespa had been pushed over.
The aftermath of it was that once, Zayne had kicked me in the guts and then punched me in the head. That was the end of our friendship. I think Eric knew or heard about our spat. He pretty much started fucking me on a daily basis, even in the schoolyard during school time, on days with no training.
Very soon, I was hooked on cock, to the stage I almost needed it more.
(To Be Continued..)