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This is posted by me with the permission of the author. It was written by a young friend of mine Dean. His E-mail is Deanwaltham@hotmail.co.uk

How it all started at 13 Part 3

Part Three
I got out of school on the Wednesday and walked 
down the road towards St Jude's Church. It was 
only about 5 minutes from my school gate and there 
were lots of the boys walking home that way. Some 
of them spoke to me and asked why I was going a 
different way home. The railways stations were in 
the opposite direction. I said I had to pick 
something up for my mum from a shop.
I got to the church but couldn't see Frank 
anywhere. I like hung around for ten minutes and 
then decided to go home. I turned the corner back 
towards my school and then the railway station and 
walked into him .
"Where you off to Tim, not running out on me are 
you nipper? I would hate to let my mate down"
"No Frank no, honest"
"Good, let's go then"
He grabbed my right arm and turned me round and we 
walked off down a side road and then down a few 
more smaller roads. The roads had big Victorian 
houses down each side, tall, narrow three story 
buildings with steps leading up, to the front 
doors. They all looked the same to me, some had 
numbers, some had names and some had neither. I 
didn't realise for a while that Frank had let go 
and I was walking by his side. I could have run 
away, but I didn't
At last Frank steered me by the arm towards some 
steps and we went up them. We reached a door like 
all the other doors in the road. He opened the 
door and he pushed me in. We went along a narrow 
dark hall with brown walls and paint and up some 
wooden stairs. We went up tow levels and then he 
knocked on a door at the end of a corridor. The 
door was opened and he pushed me in and closed it 
behind me and him. Then I noticed the man I 
guessed lived there. He was the man who had been 
in the railway van near my home that day. He 
looked older than Frank (he was 64 and had to 
retire from the railway the next month I found out 
later). He was taller than Frank too, maybe over 6 
foot; certainly a lot taller than me. He had a 
belly but it was not as fat as Frank's, and he 
looked mean and unpleasant.
The room was dark. There was a curtain over the 
window that filtered the light. The curtain was 
light brown like the walls and the coloured the 
whole room with pale brown light. I guessed we 
were at the back of the building as the window was 
small and square whereas the windows at the front 
were big and in a curved shape. There was a 
wardrobe by the side of the window with a big 
mirror in the door. There was also a bed: it 
looked old, sort of like my grandmother's bed with 
wooden top and bottom piece. It was covered with a 
cover made from lots of different pieces of 
coloured material. On the wall by the door was a 
dressing table thing like my mum had, but much 
older style. It had a big mirror on it. Over the 
bed was another mirror angled down. The other wall 
had a fireplace and over that was a fourth mirror. 
The mirror bounced the pale brown light around the 
room. There was a feeling of like despair in the 
room.
"You all ready then Ken?" Frank asked.
"I bin ready for weeks now, ever since I saw him 
that day we was in the van"
"You can see the change in his face can't you"
"What you talking about Frank, see the change?"
"That change when boy start sucking cocks and 
swallowing spunk. You know what I mean. I know 
it's a very faint change, and only men who like 
getting sucked can see it, but you must notice it 
in his face"
"Oh yeah, that, yeah that's real obvious to those 
who know the signs to look. I could see that soon 
as he walked in the door. He got the look of a 
cock sucker already. Now let's get on with it and 
make it more obvious for other men like us"
[I guess you must think I was stupid but I didn't 
know if what they were saying was true or not. I 
had never heard about it but the boys at school 
reckoned you could tell from the eyes if you had 
had a wank the night before. I believed what they 
said was true. My face had changed some way and 
men could now tell I had sucked a man's dick just 
by looking at me!]
"This time we see the goods unwrapped. Tim get 
your uniform off"
"What!"
"You heard me, get all your uniform off"
I very slowly took off my blazer, tie and shirt. 
Then I took off my shoes and socks."
"Either you get a move on nipper or I will rip 
them off you and you'll have nothing to wear home 
when and if I let you go"
Ken sort of snarled as he said this and I knew he 
was meaning it. I dropped my trousers.
"Oh sweet, now those tight little pants of yours: 
they look a bit small for a boy your age".
They were small. Mum had kept saying she would get 
me some new ones that fitted me but she hadn't 
done it so I had to wear the ones I had. Even the 
boys at school made fun of me when we changed for 
PE and Games. I slid my pants down and turned away 
from them to hide my cock so they couldn't see it. 
I never thought, but that gave them a clear view 
of my bum. I heard somebody suck in their breath.
"Oh sweet. That is so sweet and so small; it's 
going to be better than I dreamed it would be"
That was Ken's voice but I had no idea what he was 
talking about.
"Leave it out Ken, not this time. We agreed with 
George that he could do that. Upset him and he 
will cut us out of the group"
"Yeah. Ok, just let's get on with it. I want that 
sweet little mouth wrapped round my dick; it's 
been a long time since lips that young have 
caressed me to orgasm. I got a huge load and I 
need a throat to pump it down"
"You are horny Ken, ok you get the stuff and I'll 
get started"
Frank walked towards me and put his arms round my 
naked shoulders. I was trembling with both cold 
and fear.
"You cold, or you scared Tim? Here let me warm you 
up."
Frank lifted me and stood me on the bed. He took 
off his jacket and shirt and a dirty grey/white 
vest. He had a hairy chest and big floppy breasts. 
The hair was a mixture of grey and dark brown as 
best as I could see in the gloom. He lowered his 
face towards my limp cock and at the same time he 
lifted my cock with his hand. He slid and sucked 
it into his mouth. I felt the warmth and refused 
to look down at what he was doing to me. I felt 
him sucking my cock in and out of his mouth and I 
felt myself getting hard. I hated it and I hated 
the fact that it felt good. I refused to look but 
couldn't help it. No matter where I looked I could 
see my reflection in a mirror. I closed my eyes so 
I couldn't see.
"Frank he is loving it, he has closed his eyes it 
feels so good. I bet he is as hard as iron"
It DID feel good; it felt fantastic. Why was I 
enjoying this rape? It was wrong, I KNEW it was 
wrong but it felt great and I loved it. Frank had 
dropped his trousers and dirty pants by then and 
was playing with his cock. Ken was also naked and 
playing with his cock. It looked bigger than 
Frank's but he was across the room so I couldn't 
be sure. The Franks started to run his fingers up 
and down between my legs from my balls to near my 
bum. That made me feel even better. He just about 
touched the skin as he ran his finger over my bum 
hole. I gasped as I had never felt anything like 
that.
"Hear that Frank, he's ready"
Frank lifted his face off my cock and lifted me 
off the bed and down on to the floor. As he did he 
spoke to me.
"I want you to keep playing with yourself Tim. It 
will feel good and you will enjoy it. Just keep 
wanking that sweet little dick of yours nipper"
He pushed me on the shoulders and I guessed it was 
that time. I dropped on to my knees and faced his 
cock with my mouth part opened.
"Jesus Frank he's gagging for it, look at him"
It wasn't true, I hated it but I knew what was 
going to happen and I knew there was nothing I 
could do about it so best get it over quick. Frank 
slid his hard fat cock towards my mouth and I just 
let it slip in without resisting. His fat belly 
cutting out the light as it rested on my head and 
forehead.
"Suck me nipper, suck me good, and keep playing 
with yourself at the same time. Go no, like you 
did the last two times. Make me spunk; make me 
spunk in your mouth. Use one hand on my cock and 
one on your cock, yeah that's it, great, jesus 
christ your good, a natural. Oh my god yeah"
I did what he asked. I held his cock with my left 
hand and sucked it, getting as much in to my mouth 
as I could. I wanked myself with my right hand. It 
actually felt good. I loved what I was doing to me 
and I felt good that a grown up man was happy with 
what I was doing and praising me for it. Suddenly 
there was a flash to my right. I glanced that way. 
I would have turned but Frank held my head on his 
cock. He was really into it now, fucking my throat 
as hard as he could. I could see Ken with a camera 
in his hand. He had taken a picture of me sucking 
Frank. I stopped playing with myself. 
I was having problem breathing now as Frank kept 
pushing his cock deep down my throat. Each time he 
pulled back I gasped for air. He was pumping 
faster and faster, I knew he had to be close. He 
screamed and I felt the head of his cock so far 
down my throat it seemed to be in my chest. I felt 
it throb and I knew he had squirted his cum 
actually in my throat.
Suddenly he yanked his cock out of my mouth and 
started wanking himself like crazy. The he shot 
again over my face, again and again and again he 
shot, five maybe six times. It went in my eyes, my 
hair and all down my face. It was running down and 
dripping on to my chest. Finally he stopped and 
collapsed, sitting on to the bed. I went to move.
"Stay where you are kid, Ken snapped"
"I want to clean myself up please"
"No you stay where you are as you are and start 
wanking again, if you know what is good for you"
Ken sounded mean and he scared me so I did what he 
told me to. At first nothing happened but when Ken 
leant over my shoulder and started rubbing and 
pinching my tits I started to get hard despite my 
fear and disgust. Soon I was really hard and 
enjoying the feelings I was giving myself and also 
the ones Ken was giving me, even if they did hurt 
too. There was another flash as Ken took a second 
picture.
"That should do the trick I think. Two pictures of 
a boy; one sucking a man and wanking off as he 
does it and another one of him wanking with spunk 
running down his face and body. They should prove 
to anyone that he was loving every minute of it 
don't you think Frank?"
Ken smirking voice cut through to my reality. He 
was right, nobody would believe that I hated what 
was going on if they saw those two pictures, and 
anyway I WAS hard and wanking myself and that DID 
feel good .
"OK kid, my turn now"
Ken moved towards me and I could see his cock was 
longer and thick that Frank's. The head was not as 
fat though. There was no preparation; he just 
shoved it at my open mouth and into my throat. I 
gagged, he laughed.
"If you having trouble with that then you gonna 
have trouble with the rest"
He just kept pushing and his cock slid into my 
throat, then further and down in to I could only 
guess. I couldn't breath and I started to panic. I 
fought with him to get some air but he held me. He 
rocked back and forwards in my throat but wouldn't 
let me breathe. I felt faint and dizzy and thought 
I was doing to pass out. His belly was rubbing 
Frank's spunk all over my face. Then he withdrew 
until just the head was in my mouth and I gasped 
for air and filled my lungs. That was how it went 
on for the next fifteen minutes. Seven times I 
almost passed out and five times he almost shot 
inside me. Then he pushed so hard it felt like the 
head of his cock was in my stomach. He roared like 
a wild animal and I felt his cock throb and jerk. 
I felt his cum bursting in to me. Choking me and 
flooding down into my stomach. It seemed to go on 
and on and on, but it couldn't have cos no man can 
cum more than four or five bursts. Then he very 
very slowly withdrew, keeping me from breathing 
for as long as he could. At last I could breathe 
and I gasped for air. As a result I also gasped 
some of his cum down into my lungs and I started 
coughing and spluttering. They both laughed at me.
"Now you got my spunk in your lungs kid your 
breath will smell of spunk for weeks. You will 
look and smell like the cock sucker you are and 
everyone will know you suck cock and enjoy it" 
Ken snarled this at me with a sense of disgust and 
victory. I collapsed in a heap on the floor and 
started to cry.
Frank picked me up and stood me on the bed facing 
the head end. He sat in front of me and took my 
cock in his mouth. He started to suck me.
Despite my tears, despite the way I felt dirty and 
used, despite the way I hated myself and both of 
them; I started to get hard. I started to enjoy 
the sensation. Having been wanking myself I was 
soon very close. Then I felt someone behind me, it 
had to be Ken. He grabbed my bum.
"Fuck his arse is so small I can cover it with one 
hand. He got no flesh on it at all. I never seen 
such a small flat arse on a kid"
He pulled the cheeks apart and I was terrified. I 
thought of al the things he could be going to do 
to me. Fear ripped through my body and brain at 
the same time as all the feelings of pleasure 
Frank was causing. I felt something warm and wet 
against my bum hole, something small and probing. 
At the same time I felt the bristled of a chin 
against my bum. I had to know: I had to look: I 
turned sideways and looked in the mirror.
What a sight. Frank had his face buried in my 
crotch with my cock down his throat, and Ken had 
his face buried in my bum. It had to be his tongue 
in my bum. It was so exciting to look at, so 
erotic, so horny. I heard a voice screaming "Yes 
jezz yes, oh my good yes yes yes" I arched my back 
to get my little cock further into Frank then 
arched back to get more tongue in my bum then I 
heard another faint scream and I shot. Over and 
over and over again I shot in to Frank's mouth, 
and he swallowed it all. I had never felt anything 
like it ever before. None of my wanks felt like 
this. I could hardly breath, my legs went to jelly 
and I collapsed on to the bed.
I sort of came out of a sleep like state. That 
screaming had been me! I had enjoyed everything 
they had done to make me shoot. I had never shot 
like that before. I was confused, scared, 
exhausted, satisfied, angry, abused, feeing dirty. 
I was a mess of emotions.
Frank and Ken were dressed when I looked.
"Get dressed nipper it's time for you to leave" 
Frank said.
Funny, I felt really dirty getting dressed as they 
both watched and leered at me.
"Next time will be here to, but another friend of 
ours will be here" Frank said
"Don't forget I got two pics of you enjoying 
yourself kid" snarled Ken
"And you did enjoy when you spunked off now didn't 
you", said Frank.
I said nothing. I was trapped in a mixture of 
blackmail and fear coupled with the fact that I 
HAD enjoyed the ending and wanted to have that 
experience again. I knew I wasn't gay, but that 
feeling, of god that feeling was wonderful.
"You know where to look for messages, they will be 
in the toilet at Fratton, or maybe behind 
Woolworth's or on the Common by Kent Road, just 
look for the message and do what it says. Course, 
if there is any men there who want sucking you 
really should do it. Now you look and smell like a 
cock sucker they will know so they won't want you 
to refuse. Just look for my message and do what it 
says or we will let your parents have a copy of 
the pictures Ken took, they probably like family 
pictures for the album".
"Can I wash my face and get this …… stuff off me 
please?"
"No, just get out"
I dropped my head and left. I found a toilet 
nearby and washed my face and hair as best I 
could. A man came in and looked at me for a long 
time. Could he tell what I had just done? Did it 
really show? Did my breath smell like they said it 
did? I got out as quick as I could, drying my face 
and hair in my hanky. I walked to the station 
almost in a daze. Why was I half hard again 
thinking about when I shot into Frank's 
mouth!!!!!!


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