Sexual Perversions #6 - Winter, 1969

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FOREWORD: All of the stories of the Sexual Perversion series here are true. The names have been changed, but the events actually happened to me. Oh, the grunts and the groans and the massive amounts of cum are exaggerated, but the cocks and the cunts and hard, forced fuckings are all true. Writing these stories gives me a chance to relive the perverted years of my early life and enjoy the raw sensuality that was then... Greg Moran

I was 15 years old in the winter of 1969.

My oldest brother, Jeff, had tied me up and raped me for the second time in our life during Christmas break.� I had been forced to suck off him and my other brother Mark along with some cleaning guys he found.

Over the years, other boys had also used my young mouth for their pleasure.

But I wanted to be normal.� I wanted to fuck girls.�

I mainly had sex with my fantasies that came from Jeff's porn novels.� My whole view of sex was hot fucking perverted porn.� It consumed me as I jacked off to scenes of rape and incest and every perversion under the sun.�

But I also was terrified that other people would find out what a sick fucking pervert I was.� My perverse sex life had to be secret.� I might have let my brothers force me to have sex with them but, Jeff went to Vietnam and Mark had a girlfriend he was fucking.� So, I had one fisted sex with myself inside my dark fantastical world of perversions.

I was still a freshman in high school and even though I had a full bright red bush of pubic hair, I hadn't started shaving yet and my adolescent body looked very soft and young.� I was a cute kid, about 6' tall, with a smooth rosy complexion.� I didn't appreciate at all how well shaped my gently rounded boy butt was for those that liked such things.� The only guys who saw me naked were when we took showers for gym or the soccer team.� I was ashamed at how feminine I looked with what I thought was a flabby body and tiny shriveled up penis compared to some of the boys' hard musculature; hairy bodies and well developed cocks.� I never imagined how cute I really was...

I used to fool around a lot in the showers or swimming, which we did naked, to cover up my love for running around without clothes on.� One time, the previous fall, after we had lost a soccer game, I was messing around with some other naked guys and the assistant coach.� Coach Doyle, literally kicked me in the naked ass driving me into the ass crack of other naked guy.� Then he whacked my ass hard with his clipboard.

"AAAghhhhhh!" I screamed as I grabbed the guy that I was pressed into, hugging him and began to cry,

But my dick began growing nestled in the warm flesh of his ass.

I quickly ran into the locker room, still crying and feeling totally humiliated as I heard Coach Doyle continue to chew me and the rest of the guys out for being such pansies and fooling around instead of focusing on getting better at playing soccer.

I was embarrassed at being shamed naked in public and a couple of the other, more "manly" boys taunted me about that incident.

Meanwhile, 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 continued to indulge in dangerous, almost exhibitionism whenever I could.

I would run around naked and jerk 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, once in awhile, during the day, instead of going to study hall, I would sneak around naked, masturbating to my porn novels.� It was dangerous because the school janitor 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.

But my terror at getting caught and being humiliated because I was a sexual pervert was also a huge turn on for me.

It made me even more excited and hard after near encounters where I would be hidden, a naked and helpless faggot, if anyone ever saw me, spurting my boy cum onto my young flesh just feet away from the unaware students or teachers.� It was such a sexual rush.� The more secret dangerous and perverse situations I put myself in, the harder and more intense were my orgasms.

There were times when I would hang around after school. after the after-school activities, and after the janitor had cleaned up; and I would walk around the hallways naked.� I knew 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 a fucking thrill ride.

I would deposit my clothes somewhere and run around the school as I still did sometimes in my neighborhood outdoors, pulling my hard meat 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 masturbate, imagining fucking some hot women teacher or even getting fucked by some male teacher, and blowing my sperm on his or her chair or in their 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 an incredibly perverted sex life.

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 was finally caught and would soon be universally known as the high school faggot pervert.

Dan stared at my naked body as he walked up to me, his mouth slightly open. The only thing I was wearing was my glasses.� Through the lenses I could see that 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 black, very fat, 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, and with a scary intense stare, he said, �Don't move. Just lay down."�

My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt like gasping for breath from fear.� I was desperately trying not to show how frightened I was and I obeyed his orders, laying back again, trapped by his staring eyes until my head hit the desk.

"Ohh, my God!" I almost jumped up 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.�� "Fuck!" My cock instantly sprang to attention again as his hands grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them, making me wince.

My naked body shuddered as my whole world turned upside down as this dirty old black man abused my defenseless, white, young cock and nutsack.

"Yeah, you fucking fag, how do you like this?" said Dan as I felt his hot breath on my genitals.

I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt his mouth open and his rubbery lips slide down my throbbing boy meat as he began to suck my hard cock.� It was fucking unbelievable.� 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 glans.

It was incredible.� His mouth triggered every deviant sensation I had ever dreamed of.� My cock was being sucked by a Negro!� My whole world was suddenly reduced to this carnal sensation.� I would do anything for this pervert to keep on sucking me...�

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.

Just as I tried to cum, he jammed a large finger into my hot asshole, forcing it painfully through my ass bud, deep into my boy fuck hole and pressing against something inside of me, while at the same time clamping his other hand painfully, pressing on the piss canal at the base of my cock.� I screamed,� "AAAAiiiiiee!"� My dry asshole and cock base really hurt as he finger fucked me.� The pain felt like he was sandpapering my anus and he choked my cock hard with his other hand.�

My cum felt like it was going to blast through my skin between my cock base and asshole as he prevented me from orgasming.� "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 as my semen shot painfully out of my piss tube, arcing up in the air and landing on my face and chin.� Again, painfully pulling his finger from my dry asshole, 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, black cock on mine as he jerked them both together. It felt enormous.

I had just cum and the sensations of my over stimulated cock were unbelievably torturous!

I moaned and whimpered now, "Pleasee, noo, noo," as tried to squirm out from his continued painful abuse of my boy prick.

But his fist just moved faster, both of our dicks coated with my cum, as he squeezed both of our cocks harder, driving me insane with fuck pain.

"Nonononono... aahhhhhh..." I begged him to stop.

"Oh yeah, you fuckboy faggot fucking queer fuckboy," moaned Dan through clenched teeth as I felt his cock pulse next to mine and then, his hot sperm shot from his dick.� A long arc of cum geysered from his fat cock head, overshooting my head while splattering onto my face chest and belly.

AHHHHHh, ahhh, ahhhh..." we both cried out, me in pain as he released the pressure on our cocks and another huge spurt of cum coated my face and naked body.�

"AAAAAAHHH," I screamed again as he crushed our cocks and then let go, releasing another fountain of cum.

Dan groaned and shuddering with each hot fucking orgasm as he drenched my lily white body with his hot nigger sperm.

I groaned in relief when he finally relinquished his hold on my prick. "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." I lay there trembling and panting on the desk, almost crying, my cock on fire, unable to think or move. I was soaked in the cum of porn novels. It was if Dan had pissed cum all over my body.� It was literally dripping off of me, coating my entire face.

"Get out of here," he said, breathing heavily, forcing the words from his large black lips.� "If I ever catch you again or even see signs that you've been around fucking up my school with your fucking faggot spooge..." he paused, sounding very scary and very intense,. "you will not like what will happen, I guarantee it...� Get the fuck out of here!"

I almost fell off the desk, lost in a painful sexual nightmare, still trembling, my asshole and cock sore, still covered with our cum, and I stumbled towards the door.� As I went out, I looked back and saw him still standing there, his pants down around his ankles; his fat drooping cock exposed,� the head looked like a huge black plum. It was still dripping cum as he watched my naked ass, his hands clenched in fists at his side.

I ran out.� I was in a total daze, totally mind fucked, as found my clothes, tried to dry myself from his huge cum load, and 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 never crossed my mind that a black janitor could have been in serious trouble for fucking with a white high school kid.� I only thought that I was totally fucked... and I waited for the consequences.�

At the same time, I shuddered in sexual arousal whenever I jerked off, thinking about being inundated by the black janitor's massive amount of sperm.� It was awesome.

For almost two weeks, I alternated between the terror of being found out and the sick fuck fantasy of being this nigger's boy toy.� Finally, I had to know what the fuck was going to happen.� I couldn't stand it.� So, I deliberately walked by his office, to see if I could find out 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 was still scared, but maybe Dan would explain to me what the fuck was going on the next day. 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.

All my thoughts had had to do with how to talk him out of exposing me.� Even though I was fantasizing about him blasting me with his cum, I had only come prepared to beg him to let me "off the hook."� I never thought that he would actually want to have sex with me again.� In my mind, my insane perversions were unique. He had just taken advantage of doing whatever it was he did because he caught me.� It was a form of punishment.� My porn novels were a fantasy world and I thought that nobody else could really be the kind of sexual deviant that I was.

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. However, my dick was hard and throbbing by the time I was naked.�

"Sit," he commanded, indicating his dirty work table, the only empty surface in his cluttered office of tools and cabinets.

I sat my naked ass on the table, my whole body quivering as he watched me.

He got up and began touching my naked flesh.� He rubbed his hands across my nipples and up to my neck and chin.� He slid one hand down to my hard cock and I moaned as he began squeezing it.� He slid his other hand up to my mouth and shoved his black fingers in, pulling my jaw open and sliding them over my tongue to near the back of my throat.� I groaned as I watched him again through my glasses, staring at me, his negroid features only a foot away while he kneaded my genitals and mouth.

He made me feel like this was the most bizarre, raunchiest thing I had ever done.�

His hand in my mouth pushed me back onto the table and he slid it up over my face, pushing off my glasses.� Then, with both hands he spread my legs out again, shoving my knees apart and back, shoving them backwards, exposing my asshole to his gaze.�

"Hold your legs open like this, you fucking white queer," demanded Dan.

I put my hands down to my thighs to pull myself back and open, letting him squeeze my balls again and shove another finger at my anus.

"Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I moaned as he roughly abused my young naked body, squeezing my testicles hard and painfully squirming a dry finger into my tight ass bud again.

The sensations were unbelievable.� Then again, he took me into his mouth, sucking my cock all the way and he shoved his finger deeper into my asshole, making me scream, "AHHHHHHHH, Shit!"� His finger in my ass still hurt as he fucked me with it, even as his mouth vacuuming my cock felt wonderful.�� "Ohhh, please help nooo, pleaseee," I again begged him as my asshole again was on fire.

Then he again took his mouth off my cock just as I was about to cum, but he left his finger in my young asshole, fucking me with it, as he loosened his belt and dropped his pants.

Once more he put our cocks together but this time I hadn't cum yet and at first he just squeezed them both.

Now I saw his hard, black angry meat - it was a little longer but incredibly thicker than mine when I saw them together.� I started panting hard seeing my thin white cock and his thick black cock together in his hand.� Because he was so fat, his prick had looked smaller to me, but now the monster cock head looked even bigger. It was literally the size of a tennis ball.� My body was bucking on the table as he finger fucked my ass and started jerking off both of our cocks, causing waves of pain and pleasure to shoot through me.

This whole scene obviously turned him on tremendously ; this fat black, 45 year old janitor manipulating my young 15 year old white schoolboy flesh.� Both of his hands moved faster and faster as my ass was being painfully fucked by his finger sliding in and out and our cocks were being manhandled together as his large hand jerked both of us up and down.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH," I cried out as I began spurting hot cum up in the air and all over my naked body.�

"Oh fuck yeah, you fuck faggot fuck faggot queer!" moaned Dan as his body convulsed and his jiz once more shot out of his huge mushroom head to join mine in flooding my cock and balls and spattering my chest and face.

"AAhhhhhhh, uhhh," I almost sobbed as he yanked his finger from my ass.

His cum once more drenched my entire naked body.� His hand once more squeezing and releasing both of our cocks painfully until he finally dribbled to a stop.

We were still both panting as he then scraped the cum up off of both of our cocks and up my white naked belly and chest with the hand that had been in my ass.� His palm was overflowing with cum as he brought it all up to my mouth, shoving his fingers in with our cum and his finger from my dirty ass!

I nearly gagged as it filled my mouth and he wiped the whole nasty mixture across my tongue and lips and forced me to eat and swallow my slime.� It was disgusting.� Our filthy fuck juice tasted like dirty phlegm as I was forced to drink it.

"Yeah, fuck boy," said Dan, still breathing heavily, "Suck that hand clean. Here's some more."

I really felt like a faggot as he scraped another palm full of cum off my body and began wiping it across my face.� I sucked his cum and shit stained fingers off in my mouth.

I started crying by the time he was done, my face and body covered with our cum, my dick limp and shriveled.� I had let myself be a queer faggot for this old fat nigger's pleasure and I was deeply ashamed and depressed now that I had cum and all thoughts of sex were far from my mind.

I didn't know what to do as I lay there, paralyzed with hopelessness as he finished wiping his cock and hands on my naked flesh and put his dick back into his pants.� So, I lay there, naked, softly sobbing, unable to stop, wet with our cum dripping from my face.

Then he said, in that same intense voice: "You're a faggot, you stupid queer.� Get over it. But if crying is your fuck thing, then maybe next time I'll spank your queer ass so you won't be able to sit down."

I stopped crying, ashamed that as he said that, my cock twitched.

Dan continued in a low, menacing monotone.� "Don't fuck around in my school anymore, you little white faggot.� If you do, next time I'll whip your naked ass in public in front of your faggot classmates.� If you do come to my office again� I am going to use your faggot ass again.� Even during school.� Do you understand?"

I looked up at him and dumbly nodded.

"Good," he said.� "Now, get dressed and get out."� He unlocked his office door and left.

I tried to wipe my face off and quickly pulled my clothes on over my cum soaked body and got out of there.� I was totally fucked up in the head. I didn't know what to think.� I realized that Dan was leaving it totally up to me whether or not I wanted to have him abuse my 15 year old body, use me and suck my cock. I didn't know what to make of it all.� I had cried in front of him!� That depressed me even more.� This particular weird scenario was not covered in my porn novels.� The whole thing scared the crap out of me.

But, I was still a fucking horny pervert.

And now, when I jerked off, it was still to the thoughts of what Dan had done to me.� And how his fucking mouth felt so incredible on my cock.�� And how he literally drowned me in his cum.� And what he might do to me again.

I focused on reading some of the "huge black cocks raping the little white girls" porn novels that I had...

I started playing with my asshole more when I masturbated and, in spite of my fear of getting caught, I would still get naked and beat my meat in the bathroom stall.� Remembering what my brother taught me, I would carry some Vaseline around with me to slide my finger into my asshole to fuck myself without hurting myself.

Now, I was checking out other guys more in the showers after gym, secretly looking at their cocks.� There were two guys who I remember had really big cocks from the soccer team; one was Norman, a really hairy jumior whose cock reminded me of Tim's because it was so dark and hairy.� He wasn't in my class but, the other big cock belonged to one of my classmates and childhood friends, Kent, who was a really good looking blond guy whose dick looked huge hanging out of his light blond pubes.� Kent was short, but had a muscled, sculpted body and was very popular with the girls.� He was one of the star soccer players even as a freshman.� In my imagination, his girlfriends squealed when he plunged his massive cock into them, stretching their young, tight holes. Since my cock was always tiny and shriveled up when it was soft, I imagined that other guy's cocks had to grow as big as mine proportionately to when they were soft.� To me, that meant that Kent's cock should look like foot long Coke can when he got hard.� The girls had to be choking on that huge meat.

I started fantasizing about sex, letting my prick get to its hard six inches while I was in the locker room at the gym.� Then, before going in the shower, I would wait to go soft just so that it wouldn't look as tiny as it normally did.

This was totally insane on my part because I would have died if anyone else thought that I was a queer. As far as I was concerned, I was a normal guy who wanted to fuck girls who just happened to have this perversion about being interested in other men's cocks. Except that now I was imagining what it would feel like if any of these big cocks fucked me as I jerked off with my finger pumping in and out of my asshole.� I was driving myself nuts. I didn't know what the fuck I wanted.

It was almost the last day of school when I finally stopped by Dan's office again.� His black face had that same serious, intense disdain when he saw me.

"Come by after school today," he said.

"Uh... I, uh..." I stammered as he just stared at me, my chest tightening, wanting to ask him not to hurt me... wanting to beg him to suck my cock again...

"Uh, okay," I said and left.

�Fuck, fuck, fuck�, I thought.� I was in a daze the rest of the day with intense perverse thoughts running through my head. I jerked off in the bathroom, my finger pumping in and out of my well-lubed asshole.�

But my cock was still achingly hard when I went to Dan's office.

This time he locked the door and led me back, through another door into the huge boiler room.� Silently, I followed him through the boiler room to another door that he unlocked.� It was a small break room with a bed in it.

"Take off your clothes," demanded Dan once more.

I nervously started taking off my clothes again.� This time, he began to do the same thing.�

I thought about protesting that he shouldn't take his clothes off, but I couldn't.� And I continued to strip.� I was scared, but my dick was hard and eager by the time we were both naked.

His fat black body looked obscene in the fluorescent light of the small room.� The huge bulbous head of his cock was the only thing visible under the roll of belly flesh that obscured the rest of his groin.� He walked over to my naked body and again put his large black hand on my balls and cock, squeezing them harder and harder until my knees buckled slightly and my mouth opened in a groan to beg him to stop.

He put his rubbery black lips to mine and shoved an enormous tongue into my mouth.� I tried to move back as his fat black tongue filled my entire mouth, but Dan put his other hand behind my head and held me there as I tried to protest. My cock and balls were still held in his iron grip and his mouth and tongue cut off whatever I wanted to say.

"UUUhhhhh," I moaned as he pulled his tongue from my mouth, letting me gasp for air. "Oh god,oh god, please, I� I� I can't," I panted as he licked my face, sliding his fat lips to my smooth white neck and slobbering on my young flesh.

"AHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed out as he let go of my cock and balls and, at the same time, grabbed my boy nipples and brutally pinched them. "Ah, Please, NO, NO, NO, NO..." I begged as Dan swung me around by my tormented nipples and backed me back to the bed.� It felt like he was ripping my tender nipples off of my body.� The pain was unbelievable!

"Ohhhhhhhh," I groaned in relief when he let go of my nipples.

But, he quickly grabbed all of my white boy tits into his large black hands, causing new searing pain to course through my chest and he pushed me down onto the bed. He easily moved me around, digging his fingers into my young tit flesh, savagely positioning me on the bed.

"Oh, uh,uh,uh, uhhh," I practically sobbed as he let go, spread my legs and took my now softening cock into his mouth.

"Ooohh, fuck!" I moaned, the pain from my tortured flesh turning into a sensual burn as Dan began sucking me back to instant hardness, moving his hands over my balls and probing my asshole. His fat black finger easily slid into my lubed butt hole without resistance and he began to violently fuck it in and out.

"White faggots like being ass fucked," Dan said in his low, menacing tone as I clutched the sheets of the bed and tried to let his finger fuck my burning asshole.� Then he grabbed my hard six inches with his other hand and began to jerk it even as his mouth swallowed the rest of it. His lips and tongue and hands all combined into incredible carnal sensations that drove me crazy with lust even as the pain in my abused nipples and chest turned into erotic fire.

"Ahhhhhoooooh," I moaned, my hips coming up off the bed, fucking his mouth as he pulled his finger from my ass and tried to force two of them back into my white boy ass. "AHH, ahhh, nooo," I cried out as two fat black fingers widened my almost virgin anus! "AAAHH, Aahhhh, ahhhhh" I bounced up and down as Dan fucked my ass with his fingers while he jerked and sucked my cock in an inferno of lust.

The carnal sensations were like nothing I had ever felt and he moved faster and faster...

"UUUUHhhhhhaahhhhhhh!" I screamed in ecstasy as my cock exploded into Dan's predatory oral hole, his fuck fingers jamming deep into my asshole, fucking me in and out as he sucked and sucked every pulsing shot of sperm from my spasming cock.

I writhed on the bed as he continued to suck every drop from my prick, even after I stopped cumming and continued to fuck my asshole with his fingers. My asshole was burning hot and the only thing that stopped it again from being torture to my cock was that I could feel his mouth full of my boy cum, lubricating my dick and making that over stimulation less painful.

"Ahhh fuck..." I moaned again as Dan pulled his fingers from my ass and his face off of my cock.

Without missing a beat, he swept his arms under my thighs and pushed them up and back as he hoisted his massive fat body on top of mine, putting his lips once more to my mouth.

I was bent in half as he kissed me, my shoulders trapped beneath my calves as he forced my own sperm between my lips, shoving it into me with his tongue again. At the same time, his fat black cock rested on top of mine, his huge black body crushing me.

Even as I was forced to drink in my own jiz, I could feel him slide the bulbous head of his prick down my young ass crack as his hands moved to my ass cheeks and spread them even wider.

Then his fist sized cock head pressed against my asshole.

"NNnnnnnnnnnnn," I tried to scream as my mouth was muffled by his face.

He was going to rip me apart!� There was no way that cock head was going to fit into my ass!

"No, no, no, no," I said, ripping my cum filled mouth from his, whipping my head back and forth as I tried to stop him from splitting me in two.

"Fuck boy, you ready for this?" moaned Dan as I struggled and helplessly tried to push him off with my trapped hands.

I tried to force my legs down and squirm backwards on the bed as his immense bulbous glans stretched my tiny anus.

"No, no, no, stopstop, pleasssee," I begged, trying to free myself from his enormous bulk.

He was going to hurt me bad!� I had to stop him.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, NNOOOO," I screamed as I felt his cockhead widen my tight ass bud.

"Oh yeah, you fuck, you fucking faggot boy� fuck your faggot asshole, boy fuck, yeah fuck, yeah fuck..." Dan muttered, panting, grabbing his fat cock with his hand, jerking on it as he tried to force my tiny asshole to open.

His fat black body humped my 15 year old flesh, his enormous cock head smashing against my asshole as he kept on trying to force it into me, bruising my anus, hammering my ass cheeks with his fist and cock.

"UHHHH, Uhhhh, AHHHHHhhhh" moaned Dan� and he came.

His cock and fist felt like they were punching my asshole as his enormous cock head widened my anus enough for his piss hole to shoot his hot, scalding cum directly into my rectum.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA," I screamed at the incredible pain as he impossibly tried to fuck his cruel head into my ass.

I managed to pull back, feeling my ass bud close as he spurted again, covering my asshole, pumping his hot sperm all over my ass crack.

"Uhhh.. Uhhh... Uhhhh..." he jerked and groaned, cumming again and again onto my ass, as each convulsion pressing the huge, crushing bulk of his body onto mine, making me feel like I was going to break, the way my legs were bent over my head.

He finally stopped and laid still, his massive body making it hard to breath, my legs and spine aching with stress.

"Pllee-ee-eese" I said, crying once again, terrified once again, unable to breath, afraid that my asshole was ripped and bleeding..

"Uuuu, fuck," breathed Dan and rolled over slightly, pushing me out from under him, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ahh, ahhh," I cried, my whole body feeling bruised.

My entire ass was flooded with his cum and my asshole felt like it had been punched.� I didn't know whether he had fucked his cock into me or not.� I felt in my ass crack and brought his hot, wet sperm around to my face.� I trembled, still crying, feeling totally degraded as I looked for signs of damage.

"Get the fuck out of here, faggot... now, before I fuck your ass again..." said Dan from the bed, not even looking up at me.

My chest, my mouth and my ass all felt bruised and beaten as I stumbled to put on my clothes over the huge amount of cum dripping from my ass.

Dan lay there on the bed, his penis disappearing in his fat crotch as he got soft.� I shakily fumbled at the door, unlocking it and finding my way through the boiler room back to his office and freedom.� I stopped crying and wiped my face before I went into the hallway outside of Dan's office.

My ass was still soaked and bathed in his cum. My mouth tasted like cum snot.� My asshole radiated wet pain.� I was fucked.

I couldn't believe that I had just done that.� Why the fuck was I doing this, I asked myself through my fog of pain and confusion.� I was crazy.

I went to the bathroom and tried to examine my asshole for damages. I realized that Dan hadn't actually been able to force himself entirely inside of me; his cock head was just too big. But the insides of my butt cheeks and the pucker of my anus felt sore and bruised as if he had been battering at them and his huge cum leaked from my ass.

Later on, both my chest and ass developed black and blue bruises from where Dan had mauled me.� I decided to swear off pervert sex forever.� I had visions of him raping me to death, ripping my asshole out of my body with his giant cock.� But now these visions were real...� It was creepy.� I just couldn't do this anymore.

After school was out for the summer, I went back to my own solitary masturbation games.� I spent time wandering far afield, naked and jerking off.� Unbidden scenarios of me getting split apart by Dan's huge cock would come into my mind and I would fuck my ass with my fingers, moaning in the fields or woods, again wanting to be victimized.

After awhile, 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 like the same kind of fear I had getting fucked 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 did not visit Dan's office and 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 was also scared that he was going to totally fuck me up.

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 it was my sophomore year and I was playing second string fullback on the high school soccer team. Kent and Norman still had huge cocks.� Doyle, the assistant coach, was still a very hyper hard ass.� Everything was normal.

The whole kick in the ass thing happened again.� This time we were all fully clothed, but I was playing around and Doyle kicked me in the ass, hard again, and chewed me out for personally losing the game.� Again I was crushed at the public humiliation and I almost cried right there again.

If the coach wanted to punish you, you were on clean up detention in the locker room.� Coach Morell, wasn't there that day, but Assistant Coach Doyle thought I deserved clean up duty for my offenses, which was just another way of him humiliating me.

So, after everyone left, I duly cleaned up the locker room.� I hadn't done anything perverted in school at all that year, but I knew that only person that would be around at that time of day was Dan.� I gave in to my fantasy pressure and stripped down to my jock strap figuring 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 by Dan again fed my perverted thrills.

Then I started fantasizing about Norman and Coach Doyle.

They would be in the coach's office and Doyle was such a hard ass that he was punishing Norman by making him suck his cock.� But then Norman turned the tables and made Doyle suck his cock. Norman 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 Norman, naked, being forced to commit perverted sex acts�

Norman pushed Doyle down to his knees and forced his giant, twelve inch cock into the coach's oral hole, sliding the full length into his fucking mouth and throat, distending Doyle's mouth beyond belief, 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 Norman 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 Norman from playing with his butt hole. Norman placed the head of his dick against the coach's glistening brown hole, and shoved.

"EEEEEEEEEAaAhhhhh," screamed Coach Doyle as Norman'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.� 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 was screaming with pain as Norman 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 is 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 that 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 again.

Being whacked with a clipboard 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!) I wasn't the only one who got whacked on the 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, I was a submissive fuck and I didn't want 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. SMACK!

"aaeEEEEEEAAAHHH!" I screamed, sobbing, tears running from my eyes.

My ass was on total fire.� I couldn't stand it and I began to let go of my ankles.

"Don't move," said Doyle.

I was trembling with fear, crying.� My ass felt like it was bleeding, but I continued to grab my ankles, waiting for the next hit. Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I disobeyed him, he might kick me in the balls or do something else to hurt me worse.

"Don't move," he said again and I heard him walk into his office and then into the training room.

My whole body was shaking and I was sobbing in pain.� 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 this kind of punishment but, they probably wouldn't have been caught masturbating, and besides, I didn't have the guts.

I remembered that I had let Peter smack me on the ass... While I was forced to suck Jimmy's cock. If Dan walked in, he'd be able to simply plow into my ass with his huge fucking cock, tearing my asshole apart as Doyle beat me.

I continued to cry, bent over, my red ass upturned, my balls and cock hanging loose from my jock strap as all of these scenarios played through my mind.

My cock was pulsing hard again. �Oh, no, fuck, please,� I moaned internally, trying to think of something else, but it was no use.� In spite of crying and the pain, 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, freaked out 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. You 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 continued to cry, feeling totally abused, 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.� There was no stopping it and I moaned through my tears at this bizarre pleasure/pain embarrassment.

I stood against the locker, my palms pressing the metal on either side of me.� Then, 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 I stopped crying and swallowed my snot.� My dick was achingly hard and my ass was twitching at his erotic punishment.

Doyle 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 now.� I had no control. I was breathing hard as the tears dried on my face.� 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.

"Mr. Doyle..." 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, by now, I was totally turned on.� There was still 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 again," he commanded.

I did what he said and raised my ass up in the air, assuming the first position where he had smacked my ass.� 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.� �Not again.�� 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�re 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 your 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, much, 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 pain and terror at being fucked, I really had no problem with Dan the janitor using me for his jollies.� It had been my choice and besides, I had been "caught" fucking with his janitorial duties.� But I was enraged that Doyle could basically rape me.

Now, this whole homo experiences 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 fantasized 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 were all unique, special circumstances.

Yet... Doyle beating 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 disgusting, perverted homos, faggots and queers...)

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