Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: It Came From Under The Bed (Part 1) Story Codes: SciFi,
Mind Control, Alien, mb, bb, b, oral, anal 
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 5/30/14

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Without further adieu...

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Subpart A

It had been a great Sunday for the newly turned thirteen-year-old
Shawn McDaniels. First off, it was his birthday. Second, his
parents had let him have six friends spend the night the previous
evening. That morning, his parents had made a big breakfast for
the seven boys while the twelve and thirteen-year olds played
video games. The day was filled with swimming, basketball, more
video games, and a round of miniature golf. Once his friends had
left, his parents treated him to a big fancy dinner at Red
Lobster and he his parents even surprised him with a birthday
cake! Wonderful! The female servers couldn't help but tell him
how cute he was when they learned it was his birthday and the
green eyed brunette smiled sheepishly when one of the young women
asked, jokingly, if he had a girlfriend.

His parents looked at him lovingly. He was their angel. Their
only child. Sure, Shawn could be incredibly mischievous when he
wanted to be. More than once, he had been caught with his hand in
the cookie jar before dinner or had left the house without making
his bed. There were a few occasions where he and some boy at
school had gotten into an argument and Shawn had used language
for which his parents would later have to apologize. As he had
gotten older, it seemed his independence had grown and he
occasionally talked back. He was becoming a teenager, after all.
But, for the most part, the 5'3'' 98 lbs. boy was energetic,
polite, and well behaved. With his short brown hair, pretty green
eyes, and cute smattering of freckles, it was hard not to love
the boy. And his personality! He was quick witted, funny, and
very personable. He had all the little old ladies at church
doting on him every Sunday! His teachers always gave glowing
reports and his scoutmaster said he was the leader of the troop.
Overall, he was every parents dream come true.
Now, since the day was over and as the boy finally made his way
into his room for bed (for he had school the next day), he
couldn't help but decide that the weekend had gone exceptionally
well. Well, almost. Zack and Michael had been acting really
strange when the boys prepared for bed the previous night -
fidgety and nervous seeming - but they seemed fine this morning.
They were probably just nervous about spending the night in
someone else's house. Shawn could sympathize. He had to spend the
night at his aunt's house once in a while and it was unnerving to
be sleeping in someplace that wasn't one's own. As Shawn slid
into bed, his favorite pajamas on and his comforter nice and
warm, he glanced at the clock which read 9:02pm and, already half
asleep, he reached over and turned off the lamp. The room became
dark.

Just as Shawn was pulling his hand back, something shot up
from the dark floor and wrapped around his arm several times,
pulling downward. Surprised, Shawn didn't even have time to cry
out as he was tipped off balance and fell off the side of his bed
and onto his carpet. "Uoofff," he grunted. The wind knocked out
of him, he inhaled sharply just as a puff of sweet smelling gas
crashed into his face. The boy felt his head spin almost
immediately as the strange musk slid down into his lungs.
Confused and disoriented, the boy didn't struggle as several more
things wrapped around his other arm and both legs, pulling him
rapidly under the bed. In the blink of an eye, Shawn was gone.

For several seconds, he felt like he was falling; like the floor
under his bed didn't exist. His jumbled mind tried to make sense
of where he was but something was wrong and he couldn't think
straight. His muscles refused to answer his call and the boy's
tongue felt thick and uncooperative. He tried to yell out but
made almost no sound. His head continued to spin.

The things writhing around his body were slick and smooth and
looped all around his limbs They felt like the tentacles of a
squid or some other marine animal, the skin having almost no
friction and slippery with some sort of grease or something.
Suddenly, the things began to slither under his pajamas and,
before Shaw could protest, had pushed his arms up in such a way
so as to slip his top off of him. Now shirtless, Shawn tried
desperately to keep his pants on but the things, much more
dexterous and stronger than Shawn, quickly pulled the long pajama
bottoms off. It didn't help the boy that he was in such a
confined space nor that his muscles felt like jelly. Now clad in
his white boxers, Shawn wiggled and struggled not to be divested
of his last article of clothing but, alas, he soon found himself
naked as a babe.

Shawn opened his mouth to attempt another yell but squeaked
instead. One of the things, the tentacles, had just slid across
his chest and nipples, sending a sharp wave of arousal feelings
through his chest. Then, just as Shawn was about to yell again,
one of the tentacles in the darkness slid up his front, it's
slick skin coming into contact with his ballsack and circumcised
boyhood; stoking them in a long drawn out motion. Shawn moaned.
"Ohhhh." Suddenly, the tentacle disappeared and several tentacles
that had been wrapped around his legs began to pull his legs
apart. Shawn, his mind swirling, could only think to himself
`Ohhh Geezzz' as his butt cheeks parted and another tentacle slid
into the virgin valley and across his most private place, sending
pleasurable feelings through the boy and causing him to begin to
pant. His boyhood began to stiffen as well at the feelings.

Soon, the strokes became a little more insistent as two tentacles
seemed to settle on his erect nipples, their tiny points flicking
at his own tiny nubs and causing Shawn to moan. Another tentacle,
having decided that his hairless scrotum was the most interesting
thing in the world, began to gently but persistently fondle his
pubescent balls and the tip of that naughty appendage began to
dance around his perineum. Shifting around at the unexpected
assault, Shawn gasped when another tentacle wrapped itself around
the base of his now erect boyhood and began to stroke up and down
his rigid four and a half inches.

"Auhhh! Auhhh!" Shawn panted. At thirteen, Shawn had a rough
understanding of sex but he wasn't yet sexual. Though his body
had started puberty, he had maintained his innocence regarding
his budding carnal nature. He knew (kind of) what masturbation
was and, quite frankly, didn't care about it. It simply hadn't
appealed to him yet. Thus, Shawn had never really played with his
penis with the intention of seeking "adult" feelings and was
surprised as hell at the pleasures that were now coursing through
his body; most coming from the wonderful frigging of his hard
member.

His surprise increased exponentially when something warm and wet,
like a tongue, swiped across his exposed butthole, sending
shivers up his spine. "Ughhh" he groaned. Again, the thing swiped
across his puckered flesh, this time staying a moment longer and
swirling it's warm tip around his hole as if it were circling a
whirlpool. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he panted as the thing disappeared
again. Suddenly, the tentacle on his boyhood began to speed up,
flying up and down his hard tool but staying just under his
purple helmet, instead focusing entirely on his shaft. The reason
it was avoiding the top of his boyhood became clear a moment
later when another unseen tongue-like-thing began to lap at the
very head of his prick, causing Shawn to grunt in surprise and
then cry out as the tongue rapidly teased his sensitive cockhead.
"Oaaaaahhhhh!!!" Shawn panted, the feelings beyond anything he'd
ever felt before.

At that very moment, the visitor at his backdoor returned and,
instead of licking his puckered flesh, it simply darted at his
virgin hole straight on. Surprised, Shawn didn't even have time
to react as the thing, thin and warm and flexible and wet, shoved
authoritatively past his anal ring and up into his virgin anus,
sawing vigorously across his tiny prostate in the process. In a
heartbeat, Shawn went from being totally virginal to having his
bottom filled.

With his mind spinning and darkness all around, the boy could
feel all the energy focusing in his pelvic and anal region and he
knew something was about to happen. It felt as if all he was and
all he would ever be was being drawn to his penis and asshole and
Shawn began to shake in delight. Then, all of a sudden, he had
the most crucial urge to pee. "Oh! Oh! AHHH! AAAHHEEEEEE!!"
EEHHEEEE!!!! AAAEEEEE!!!! AHHHEEEEE!!!!!" he shrieked, his first
ever climax hitting him so powerfully, that he could think of
nothing but the unrelenting and unforgiving pleasure coursing
through his body. His boyhood twitched uncontrollably as several
watery blasts of cum erupted from his twitching member. So swept
up in his amazing boygasm, Shawn had no idea how much time had
past nor did he realize that the appendages that were assaulting
him had slowed down considerably to allow his climax to achieve
it's natural conclusion.


Subpart B

Shawn's eyes darted open and he sat up as if from a nightmare.
The room was somewhat lit as it was just past dawn and sunlight
was filtering into the room. Shawn stretched, his mind wondering
why he had woken up so suddenly. Then, as the previous nights
events came crashing down, Shawn opened his eyes wide and
hurriedly scanned the room. Nothing. All was normal. He sighed.
It was a dream that had seemed all too real. Taking a deep breath
and summoning all his courage (for Shawn was a pretty courageous
kid), the boy rolled out of bed and onto the floor, looking under
his bed and prepared to flee for his life. Nothing. Empty. Aside
from a few dust bunnies and a bit of darkness, Shawn could see
nothing that could possibly antagonize him.

Grumbling, he got back up and slipped under the covers. "Wow!" he
thought to himself. "That was a crazy dream" The darkness. The
things that had grabbed him. The intense feelings. The... wait...

Pulling off his covers, Shawn stared dumbly at the pajama bottoms
he was wearing. His penis! It had given him the most amazing
feelings in his dream. Mulling over this realization, Shawn
thought back to everything he had learned about sex. Could it be
that he had just imagined the nice feelings? Or perhaps he had
experienced them while asleep? "It was an... an... an orgasm." He
thought, pleased. Glancing at his closed door and knowing his mom
might try to wake him at any point to get up and ready for
school, Shawn pulled his covers back up toward his head and slid
his pajamas down to his knees. Lying back, he slowly began to
stroke his soft member under the covers while playing with his
small bush of dark brown pubic hair.

"Hm..." he thought to himself as his fingers lightly danced on
his growing member. "Ya, this feels kinda nice." As the minutes
crept by, his woody began to throb with pleasant feelings as the
thirteen year old masturbated for the first time. Like all boys,
it didn't take him particularly long to get the fundamentals down
and soon, he was bucking his hips into his hand as the new funny
feelings began to swell in his gut. Just as he began to reach the
point of no return, his hand already flying up and down his
boycock rapidly and his face scrunched in concentrated bliss, a
stinging pain shot through his abdomen and Shawn yelped, letting
go of his aching tool and doubling over in pain. "Ah!" he cried,
surprised at the pain and wondering if he accidently broke
something. "What the hell?" he thought, the pain immediately
subsiding.

Taking a few deep breaths, Shawn lay still. The pain was gone,
for sure, and his boyhood was sill pretty ridged. Under most
circumstances, a person would cease their masturbatory activities
in order to discover the reason for their unexpected pain but
Shawn, being new and horny, tentatively reached for his tool
again. After all, he didn't feel any pain in the dream, did he?

Just as he began to work up another rhythm, the pain returned,
slightly more emphatic, causing Shawn's eyes to water and his
breathing to catch. He immediately let go of his new toy and lay
as still as possible. Over the next ten minutes, the boy wondered
if touching himself had broken something inside him and if he was
going to die. Then, sensing no more pain, he slowly pulled his
pajama bottoms up, over his now soft cock, and slipped out of
bed. He stretched and, feeling no discomfort, decided to go take
a shower. Just as he slipped into the hallway, his mother spotted
him and the family began their normal school-day routine.

School was a nice distraction from the oddity of the dream he'd
had and the odd pain from the morning. Several of his classmates
and teachers wished him a happy birthday and Shawn was told by
his friends what a great time they had spending the night. Zach
and Michael kept giving him the strangest looks and he could have
sworn they were keeping something from him but every time he
thought he might ask them what was going on, he decided to let
the strangeness pass and ignore it. His day proceeded normally,
with an exciting game of baseball at lunch and a math test in the
afternoon (which he aced.) By the time three o'clock rolled
around and the bell rang to let everyone out, Shawn had pretty
much forgotten about all the weird sex stuff.

Grabbing his bag and making sure he had everything he needed, he
made his way towards the front of the school in order to walk
home. This was his normal routine, as his house was only a few
blocks away and his mother and father had been letting him walk
to school for the past four years. As such, Shawn kind of zoned
out and entered "auto-pilot" as he let his mind wander and his
feet guide him to his destination. By the time his mind snapped
back to focus, he realized he was nowhere near the front of the
school. In fact, he was in the boys bathroom on the third floor
west corridor. Standing at the sink and looking at himself in the
mirror, Shawn suddenly got a bit nervous. He couldn't remember
walking in here! As he turned to go, the bathroom door opened and
both Zach and Michael walked in. Breathing a sigh of relief,
Shawn smiled at his friends. "Hey guys" he said, glad to see
familiar faces.

"Um... Hey Shawn," said Michael quietly, avoiding eye contact.
Frowning, Shawn watched as his two friends proceeded to walk past
him and into the handicap stall at the end of the bathroom. Much
to his surprise, he followed. Within moments, all three boys were
standing in the relatively spacious stall, Shawn glancing between
the other two while Michael and Zach stared at the ground.
Michael sighed. "I'm really sorry dude, but I couldn't help it."

"Couldn't help what?" Shawn asked, getting nervous.

"You'll... You'll understand in a few days. We are really sorry
man. Really. But, it's not to bad. It really isn't." Zach said,
finally glancing up at Shawn and giving him an apologetic look.
Then, Zach reached over and locked the stall door while Michael
took hold of Shawn's shoulder and gently guided him between he
and Zach. Shawn, confused, decided to leave but, for some reason,
let himself be moved further into the stall. Suddenly, his mind
began to scream at him "Leave damn it! Come on! Go!" but, try as
he might, he couldn't get his body to cooperate.

Without warning, Michael gently grasped his shorts and pulled
them down to his ankles in one swift motion. Before Shawn could
react, his boxers followed suite. Then, Zach grasped his
shoulders and, applying pressure, forced Shawn to the ground so
he suddenly found himself on his hands and knees. Shawn tried to
cry out, to tell them to stop, but he couldn't. It was as if some
force had hold of him and was keeping him from making noise or
struggling to get away. "Dude, really. I'm... I'm sorry. I... I
don't wanna but I got to..." Glancing up at Zach, Shawn was
shocked to see the other boy looking distraught and, at that
moment, Shawn believed his friend. Then, out of nowhere, two
pre-teen hands grasped his butt cheeks and spread them while a
wet and warm tongue began to lap at his exposed asshole. Michael
was licking his butthole!

"Ughhh" Shawn moaned at the unexpectedly nice feelings. Closing
his eyes for a second as the twelve year old behind him rimmed
him enthusiastically, Shawn didn't notice Zach pull his own pants
down nor his five-inch boner, which was hard as steel, pop out.
Feeling hands on his face, Shawn opened his eyes just as his
thirteen-year-old friend, on his own knees, began to guide his
cock towards Shawn's mouth. Shawn wanted to clamp his mouth shut.
He wanted to deny Zach what he now knew the boy was after. He
wanted to call Zach a... a... faggot or something. He did none of
those things. Instead, he opened his mouth and, in one fell
swoop, took all of Zach's hardness into his mouth and began to
suck it like a pro. Up and down he bobbed on the other boy,
shocked at his own actions and unsure if this was some sort of
bad dream. Without warning, the warm tongue at his backside
retreated and, before he knew it or could protest, Michael
roughly shoved all four inches of his rock hard member balls deep
into Shawn. Shawn grunted.

For just about two minutes, Zach and Michael fucked Shawn
enthusiastically as Shawn, not in any physical pain (his asshole
had had something large up it the previous night despite Shawn's
insistence that he had dreamed the otherworldly events), moaned
and groaned at the assault. In fact, were it not for the fact
that this was against his will, Shawn might have even admitted
that he kind of liked sucking off Zach and Michael's cock kind of
felt good. His body certainly appreciated the attention, though,
because his own cock had rapidly expanded to it's maximum
rigidity. Unfortunately for Shawn, every time he reached for his
own member in order to stroke it in time with Michael and Zach's
thrusts, he found his hand slapped away by one of the other boys.

Very soon, the two other boys began to shake as their orgasms
approached. "Oh! Oh Shawn! Here is comes! Drink it all!" growled
Zach, his five inches of boyhood sliding rapidly in and out of
Shawn's clamped mouth.

"Ya! Ya! Fuck!" grunted Michael from behind, his own boyballs
slapping rapidly against Shawn's backside as he rabbit-fucked his
friend, the boy's tight sphincter encasing his own boycock
snuggly. "Oh! Here! It! CUMS!"

Suddenly, both boys thrust one final time into Shawn and, with a
low grown, released their own watery loads. "YESSS!!!" cried Zach
while Michael hollered "AAUUGGGGHHH!!" at the same moment.
Together, the two seventh graders fired several thick volleys
into their friend, coating his bowels and his throat together.

Shawn was so caught off guard, he swallowed Zach's load
mechanically. Indeed, the moment before his friends climaxed, all
of Shawn's attention became focused on his pelvic region where an
odd sensation was starting to develop and this diverted attention
meant his friend's climaxes were totally unexpected. At first,
Shawn thought his good feeling, the orgasm, was approaching.
Then, he realized that wasn't the case and, instead, it felt like
an odd kind of indigestion. The moment that stray thought crossed
his mind, though, his two friends ejaculated and Shawn felt them
shudder violently.

The next half an hour passed in a blur for Shawn. Zach and
Michael, blushing in both embarrassment and sexual conquest,
helped the boy right himself and straightened up his clothing.
Muttering apologies, they beat a hasty retreat from the restroom
and Shawn, dazed, left moments later. Before he knew it, he had
made his way home, had taken a warm shower, had put on his
pajamas, had crawled into the easy chair in the living room, and
had turned on cartoons.

His mother had all the normal motherly reactions. She asked him
if he was feeling alright. She felt his head. She checked his
temperature with a thermometer. She even suggested he might not
have to go to school the following day. Shawn gave little
response. As Tom and Jerry bounded across the screen, the boy
replayed the day's events over and over in his mind. It was so
strange, he thought to himself. How come he didn't leave the
bathroom? Hell, how did he end up in the bathroom to begin with?
What happened that morning in his bed? What happened last night?

It wasn't that Shawn was horrified or ashamed. He was neither. It
was the strangeness of the whole thing that bothered and consumed
the boy. Without even realizing it, he flipped away from the
cartoons, mid-gag, and found a network showing old episodes of
the X-Files. Shawn had never really seen the show but, as the
hours passed and episode after episode concluded, he couldn't
help but see his life as running in a similar pattern to those
storylines.

At seven, his mother turned off the TV and called the boy to
dinner. His parents asked him how he felt and Shawn, feeling
better, told them he was good. It had been a long day at school,
he informed them, and he just needed to zone out. His father
patted him on the head but his mother reminded him to finish his
homework. After the meatloaf and carrots were consumed and the
dishes were washed, Shawn went to his bedroom, zipped through his
work, and crashed into bed. He was asleep before his father
peaked in on him ten minutes later.


Subpart C

As he washed his hands in the boys bathroom, Shawn couldn't help
but feel unnerved. He hadn't used the restroom in days, neither
emptying his bladder nor taking a shit. When class let out a few
moments ago, though, the sudden urge to use the toilet seized
upon him and he only just made it into a stall and onto the
porcelain throne before evacuating his bowels violently. What
came out was not shit, his mind reminded him hauntingly, but a
slick clear goo. Sighing and pledging to look it up on WebMD
later that night, he left the restroom.

"Hey," said Zach, approaching Shawn tentatively in the hall as if
the other boy had been waiting for Shawn. Shawn raised an eyebrow
at his friend. For almost four days, Shawn had tried repeatedly
to broach the subject of what occurred in the bathroom with Zach
and Michael but neither boy had been willing to talk about it. If
fact, neither boy had said anything to Shawn and had avoided him
like the plague. The young teen, frustrated by his friends'
silence, was pissed. To make matters worse, Shawn had tried
several times over the past few days to play with himself and,
each time, his body would cramp up just as things were getting
good. Paranoid that he had some major medical problem and angry
that his friends had forced themselves on him without any sort of
explanation or apologize, Shawn was tempted to tell Zach to `fuck
off'. He didn't.

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me, huh?" he said instead,
shifting his backpack to his other shoulder and glaring at Zach.
Zach shrugged, his head hung low and his eyes downcast.

"Listen," Zach began.

"No you listen," hissed Shawn, interrupting the boy. Glancing
around at the crowded hall, he realized that this conversation
needed to be private. "I want to talk to you about what happened.
Can we..."

"Call your mom and tell her you are coming over to my house
afterschool. We'll... We'll talk then. Tell her you'll eat dinner
with us. I'll meet you behind the stadium at three." With that,
the boy turned quickly and, before Zach could protest, slipped
into the crowd and was gone.

Shawn growled. Zach was an asshole. The stadium was on the very
edge of campus and was normally deserted. Why the hell should
they meet there?

The rest of the day went smoothly and Shawn marched out to the
stadium at three to meet with Zach. He also planned on raising
hell. On the way, the thirteen-year-old seventh grader texted his
mom that he was going to Zach's house and he'd be home late. It
wasn't an unusual text to receive on a Friday and his mother had
no problem with the arraignment, informing Shawn that she and his
Dad were making it a date night and wouldn't be back until well
into the morning hours. The first to arrive, Shawn tossed his
backpack on the ground and sat down on the curb. Zach, he thought
to himself, would be there soon.

About a minute later, an old beat-up car pulled up to the curb
and Shawn stood as the vehicle came to a stop. He didn't
recognize the car nor did he recognize the four black teens
riding it. For a moment, Shawn debated whether he should leave.
The boys in the car looked rough and several years older than
him. Shawn didn't move.

One boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, opened the back
door and stepped out onto the curb. "Get in," he muttered,
glancing around nervously. A voice in Shawn's head told him to
leave but, before he knew it, he had scooped up his backpack and
slid into the middle seat; his body barely touching the other
black teen in the back seat. The boy who had stepped out then
jumped in the car and Shawn found himself pressed between two
black bodies as the car took off.

Immediately, Shawn began to sweat. What was he doing? Who were
these guys? Where the hell were they going? The car zigged and
zagged through traffic, leaving Shawn's neighborhood and moving
quickly to the more run-down part of town. Suburbia was replaced
with the ghetto as none of the car's five occupants said a word.
Shawn glanced around at the car's other passengers and came to a
startling realization. They all looked nervous. In fact, the teen
in the front passengers seat kept his face in his hands, not once
looking up.

The car pulled into a rundown motel and sped to the back of the
lot. The place was run-down and filthy. The asphalt was cracked
and broken. Pulling into a space, the four black teens quickly
exited the car and motioned for Shawn to follow. He did.

A moment later, Shawn stood in a dark and dirty motel room as his
breath began to hitch and his mind screamed that he should run.
It was a non-descript place, with two large double beds and an
unfolded rollaway bed. The furniture was piled in one corner of
the room along with most of the bedding. What made the boy's
heart race was the people.

Perhaps two-dozen black teenagers stood milling around, looking
every which way but his. Many appeared to be seventeen or
eighteen years old. Some looked barely twelve. They all seemed
anxious, though, their agitated postures demonstrating that most,
if not all, would rather be somewhere else.

In the center of the room, sitting on each bed, were two other
teens. One, an Asian boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen, had his
eyes closed and his head down. He was nerdy looking, with big
glasses and a buttoned up shirt and tie over tan kaki pants. The
other, a fourteen-year-old white boy with shaggy blond hair, was
wearing the school uniform of St. Mark's Academy; a well
respected private school across town.

"Yo. Das it?" said one of the black teens almost reluctantly.

"Yeah, nigga, das it," replied one of Shawn's escorts. The room,
which had been silent, was filled with an almost collective sigh;
most of the teens letting out their breath as if the responding
to a verdict of death. Then, Shawn felt one of the teens guiding
him to the rollaway.

Shawn watched as the large group of black teens began to undress
and, much to his surprise, he found himself undressing as well.
Stripping off his shirt, he folded it neatly and placed it on the
bed. His shoes, socks and pants followed next. Clad only in his
boxers, the teen surveyed the room. Nude bodies began appearing
and Shawn, already panicked, began to feel woozy. Suddenly, two
large black hands grasped his shoulders and pulled him backwards
onto the bed. Before he knew it, Shawn was laying on has back
while another pair of hands pulled his boxers gently off.

Shawn tried to protest but found it impossible. His voice was
gone. As his eyes darted about, he realized that some of the
teenagers had surrounded him and had begun to play with
themselves, their black cocks growing rapidly and lust now
glowing in their eyes. Shawn saw other boys slowly folding up
discarded clothing and placing it on the far furniture while
still others began passing out bottles emblazoned with a
prominent KY. His legs were lifted, then, and a wicked tongue
began lapping at his asshole just as Michael had done days
earlier.

Shawn groaned, feeling the wet appendage worm into his clenched
asshole and wriggle around. "Ohh! Ohh!" he panted as other sound
began to fill the room. Turning his head, Shawn saw both the
asian and white boys also on their backs, a black teen eating
them out. He heard them moaning. He heard the sound of fists
sliding up and down cocks. Then his view was blocked as a teen,
his hard veiny cock glistening with pre-cum, straddled Shawn's
head and lowered the weapon toward the boy's lips.

Shawn's head darted forward, his lips wrapping around the head of
the thick dark meat as his tongue began to swirl around the wet
flesh. Though it tasted somewhat bitter, Shawn had little time to
savor the flavor as the tongue at his rear was replaced by a hard
prodding pole that wasted little time in stretching Shawn's
sphincter wide. Seven inches of black cock disappeared into the
skinny white boy over the course of a few seconds and Shawn
gasped around the cock in his mouth, not because the intruder was
painful, but because the rough invasion caused only the tingle of
pleasure.

The boy on top of him began to thrust into Shawn's mouth as the
boy behind him pulled out and plunged back in. Shawn groaned, his
body on fire. Faster and faster the two teens plowed into him,
the repeated slap slap slap of their thrusts combining with the
moans and groans permeating the room. Shawn reached down to his
stiff cock but was intercepted by a third boy who guided the
white teen's anxious hand to his own stiff black prick. Shawn
understood and began to jerk the cock rhythmically.

"Aw fuck! Yeah fuck! UGH!" cried the boy on top of Shawn. Moments
later, blast after blast of thick spunk flooded Shawn's mouth.
The thirteen-year-old, his head immobilized by the bed behind him
and the cock in his mouth, had no choice but to swallow the gooey
mixture and did so with relish. The bellowing from behind,
followed by a powerful thrust inside of him and a wet warmth
spreading deep in his gut, told Shawn the other black teen was
cumming.

Shawn got no sexual reprieve as, the moment the two pulled their
glistening clocks from his body, he was roughly rolled onto his
hands and knees. Two more cocks thrust violently in him and, with
this new angle, both were able to go considerably deeper than
their predecessors. Shawn choked a bit as the cock in his mouth
pushed past his larynx and down his throat. Rather than complain,
the deep penetration left the boy feeling wonderful. When the ten
inches behind him burst past his second cherry, all Shawn felt
was elation.

Over and over again, Shawn was taken. Cum poured down his throat
while large black cocks pounded his small white ass and shot
their loads deep in his colon. Some of the larger teens rolled
him into a ball before jackhammering him mercilessly. A few of
the younger teens seemed almost embarrassed as they rabbit fucked
him.  Occasionally, Shawn would catch a glimpse out of the corner
of his eye of the other white boy getting long-dicked or the
Asian kid getting a massive facial of cum. Like Shawn, both
seemed to enjoy it.

The one constant was Shawn's inability to cum. Whenever he
reached for his cock, a hand would intercept and redirect him. As
Shawn approached orgasm due to the big black cocks sawing
violently over his small prostate, they would inevitably erupt
and pull out just before his body was pushed over the edge.
Climax remained just out of reach for nearly seven hours and,
despite the dozens of loads swallowed and the virtual lake of cum
sloshing around colon, Shawn didn't shoot his load once.

It didn't really matter, though. Just after the sex began, Shawn
found himself floating in clouds of ecstasy. The physical
stimulation was great, no doubt, but something else, something
internal, seemed to flood his system with wonderful and potent
endorphins; endorphins that lasted well after the last climax
faded. Indeed, his hazy mind barely registered the aftermath of
the orgy; how he and the other teens were given showers and
dressed by sympathetic looking black teens, how he was put into
the car and driven back to the school's stadium parking lot, how
Zach met him there and walked him home.

When Shawn slid into bed at 11:37pm, his body was still flushed
with powerful sexual pleasures. Shawn dreamed of cocks and cum
and boys.


Subpart D

Awaking with a start, Shawn lurched upright and gasped for
breath. His body tingled all over and he felt lightheaded. He was
drenched in sweat from head to toe and felt as if he both slept
for days and hadn't slept in a week. He fell back into the bed,
turning his head and noting the time. It was Saturday, 1:19pm.
Shawn's body shuddered a bit, energy coursing though his arms and
legs and torso as if ready to start the day.  Yet he was
exhausted. He groaned inwardly. His parents both worked on
Saturdays and he usually slept in. But till 1:19 in the
afternoon? That was unheard of.

Then a torrent of images came crashing down upon Shawn. Images of
the previous night. Of the motel. Of the... orgy. "No," Shawn
whispered quietly to himself. There was no way... He hadn't...

The night's events were crystal clear, though, and Shawn put his
hands over his face while rubbing his eyes. For nearly ten
minutes, all the boy could do was lay still and think on
everything he'd done only hours before. Finally trying to put it
out of his mind, he managed to roll to the edge of his bed, pull
on a pair of boxers, and get up. Walking gingerly to the kitchen,
he grabbed a glass of water, guzzled it down, and rummaged
through the refrigerator. Finding a bit of this and a bit of
that, he munched at the kitchen counter while pondering the day
ahead.

"But first a shower," he said to himself as he moved through the
house. In fact, a nice hot shower was exactly what he needed.
Grabbing a towel, he proceeded to the master bedroom where his
folk's large walk-in shower-stall beckoned him. Hanging up the
towel, he opened the glass door, reached in, and turned the water
on full blast and moderate heat. Then, he returned to his room,
grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and headed back into
the bathroom to find the enclosed shower stall thick with
billowing steam. He smiled, setting down his clothing on the
counter while slipping off his boxers. Standing, he looked at
himself in the full length mirror.

His pale toned skin was free from blemishes and it was obvious
that he had some muscles developing. Flexing a bit, Shawn was
pleased to see a slight six-pack. With almost no fat on him, he
was in good shape and knew that lots of the girls thought he was
hot. With the vanity of youth, he stood posing this way and that
way while admiring himself in the mirror.

Unlike previous narcissistic admiring sessions, though, Shawn
found himself paying closer attention to other aspects of his
body. His nipples were pink and small but felt wonderful when his
fingertips grazed them. His penis was soft and plump, hanging
over a nice set of balls that were hairless. In fact, other then
his small thatch of pubes, the hair on his head, and light fuzz
on his arms and legs, Shawn was totally hairless. He raised his
arms, searching intently for a hint of maturity. Nothing.

Suddenly, images of the previous night flashed through his mind
and Shawn spun, bending over and spreading his butt cheeks. His
asshole, rosy and pink, winked at him as he gazed intently at the
little button. It looked fine, he mused, but he had no idea what
it was supposed to look like. Sliding his index finger over the
sensitive hole, Shawn shuddered slightly. It felt nice.

He stood. Thinking about the night's events and touching his
asshole had aroused the teenager somewhat and his cock had
thickened. His hands roamed down to the growing member and he
began to fiddle with it. It felt good and, before he knew it, his
four and a half inch boycock had sprung to attention.

He needed to get off. It had been a week since that crazy dream
where he could have sworn he'd had an orgasm. A week where he had
tried, and failed, to cum. The odd pains as he masturbated
flittered through his mind but a sudden conviction that those
pains were a thing of the past crushed any resistance he had to
jerking off. Turning, he smiled broadly at the medicine cabinet.

Shawn stepped into the hot and humid shower stall with a handful
of Vaseline, quickly shutting the door and turning off the water.
The steam swirled around him and teased his hard body. Shawn
groaned because of that heat, relishing it. Laying down on the
hot ceramic tiles, he quickly spread the grease all around his
pubic mound before grasping his now aching cock with his right
hand. "Ohhhhh....." Shawn groaned, wonderful feelings rushing
through him.

As the steam filled his lungs and the hot and wet tiles warmed
his back, Shawn began to slide his hand up and down his cock.
Slowly at first, the boy picked up speed gradually while his legs
stretched and relaxed and his toes clenched and unclenched. It
felt great.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The small tiled room echoed with his self-stimulation and his low
and urgent moans of delight. Grabbing the base of his cock with
this left hand, he quickly used his right palm to swirl around
the head of his prick as if he were polishing the shiny helmet.

"Oh FUCK!" he said loudly, his abs contracting and his head
coming off the tiled floor. The maneuver sent a shock of pleasure
through his system and Shawn incorporated it into his jack off
pattern. For several minutes, the boy's hand slid roughshod over
his taunt member while he squirmed and thrashed on the wet
ground.

Then it happened. All the energy in his body seemed to be alive
at the same time and building up towards a crescendo. He sped up,
the feelings urging him on to a faster and faster pace. He let
out a long slow groan while his hand flew up and down his cock,
abusing the flesh roughly. He didn't care. All thought left his
mind as he focused on getting off. It was time. He needed to cum.
It had to happen.

The dam broke.

"AHHEEEE OOAAAHHHH!!!!" he screamed, his whole body quivering as
blast after blast of fresh spunk leapt from his throbbing member
and three feet into the air. The hot mess splashed down upon
Shawn just as another volley was launched.

"OHH OHH OHH!!!!!" he yelled in time, the pleasure overwhelming
his motor skills as he let go of his pulsing boyhood and rode the
orgasm fully. A third blast hit him in the face and neck. A
fourth. A fifth. More and more spunk flew out of his cock as
Shawn thrashed about, his climax refusing to abate. The boy was
covered in spunk. The glass walls became muddied with the stuff.
The tiles were drenched in his seed. And still he came. Shawn was
a blubbering mess, incoherent in passion. Cum covered the boy as
one minute became two became three.

After four long minutes, Shawn finally began to come down from
the climactic high. He lay on the bathroom floor, his whole body
tingling and vibrating from the strain of his prolonged
ejaculation. Using his left hand, he carefully wiped away some of
the spunk on his face so as to open his eyes without getting
anything in them. The humidity had lessened considerably, he
thought to himself, though the air now reeked of fresh cum.

"Wow," he said aloud to no one in particular, glancing around
that the amount of spunk covering the walls.

"Wow, indeed," came a voice out of nowhere.

Shawn sat up quickly, his eyes darting around for the speaker.
There was no one in the bathroom with him.

"But then again," the voice continued smugly, "births like mine
are always messy."