I left Tom's and went home, thankful to find nobody there. I went straight to my room, and took off my clothes. In the mirror I could see bruises on my ass cheeks from being spanked, along with other marks from being grabbed and twisted around. I laid down, feeling my sore hole, and felt a little ashamed of myself. Not long ago, I had been curious and inexperienced, and now here I was being passed around like a slut. I was still a little confused with my sexuality after all. This was all new to me.
But I loved it. I had fantasized about being shared like that for a long time, and my fantasy had become a reality. As I laid there thinking about what the men did to me, I got hard, and started to edge myself. Finally, I let myself cum, and dozed off.
I woke up the next morning, still sore and a little wore out. I laid around awhile, then got up to get something to eat. I wasn't happy to see my older brother, Todd, sitting in the living room watching tv.
"Where were you the other night?" He asked, sneering at me.
"With some friends." I muttered.
"Mom and Dad are pissed!" He said. "
"Where are they?" I asked, nervously.
"I don't know. Out."
"Good." I replied, making a bowl of cereal.
"So where were you?" He asked again.
"Just with some friends."
"Oh yeah?" He asked, in a tone that made me think that he knew something. I finished my cereal and went back in my room, telling myself that there was no way that he could know what I had been up to.
About an hour later Tom texted me. "Gonna be hot today. Would love a sexy boi to swim with."
"That sounds nice." I replied. "But I'm still really sore."
"Too sore to swim?"
"Too sore for other things."
"Awwww well we don't have to do that. Just come hang out."
I thought about it for a second, then replied "Ok." I couldn't say no to Tom. I got up and got ready.
"Where you going faggot?" Todd asked, as I walked to the door.
"None of your fucking business!" I snapped. I walked to my car, now convinced that he knew something was up. I wondered why he called me a faggot? Could he see the thong under my shorts? Was I walking funny? I got in my car, and tried to calm myself down. He always called me a faggot, or some other name. I was just being paranoid. But I also knew that if he ever found out, I would be toast.
I walked through Tom's back gate, and found him floating on a raft with a tall drink in his hand, his skin glistening with water, the hair on his chest looking wet. He had a grin on his face that got bigger when he watched me strip down to my thong.
"Damn, you have a few bruises on your sexy little ass!" He remarked, as he watched me get into the pool and climb onto a raft.
"Yeah." I said, with a little laugh. "Not sure how they got there."
"Oh, I know how they got there." He said, floating up beside me and giving me a kiss. "So, little sore are we?"
"Yeah, a little."
"I can imagine. You took quite a pounding!"
"Yeah."
"You liked it though, didn't you?" He asked, caressing my thigh.