I'm in a foul mood...the perfect time to write a foul story! (As foul as my gentle nature can manage!) This one is going to be filled with negativity, sorrow, hopelessness, and some good old non-consent forced sex. There are three characters, all over 18, barely. David is an eighteen year old shy and gentle virgin - depressed and giving up regarding finding a boyfriend. Alex is a twenty nine year old scumbag of a man; who is obsessed with his ego driven venomous pursuit of young males to fuck and ruin. At forty five, George has lost all hope in humanity, and only wants to make his conquests suffer the same fate as his - impotence due to life long mental anguish. Enjoy!
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Hi. My name is David. I thought I was suicidal until a few days ago. Now I just want to live and forget what happened. I was a virgin. Most of my friends talk like they 'get some' at least twice a week, but I know it's just teenage lies. At eighteen, I had never had sex. Not 'with' anyone, that is. I get by. But some early childhood trauma made me shy, nerdy, and depressed. To get this out of my system, I posted an ad on a website...a gay one. I remember every detail of everything they did to me; and will tell you like it's just happening, because I see the whole thing like a movie in my mind, and can write it all down for reading.
"My name is David. I am 18 years old. I want to have sex with a man. Please contact me at 897-626-5410." That should do it. If they like my photo, that is.
"George! Georgie! Got a live one here, man. Check this one out." Alex is hunched over his laptop, tired after hours of not finding any 'chicken' to pluck. His unshaven face is a handsome one, of sorts. His body is lean, muscular, and at nearly six feet tall his two hundred pounds shows the extreme dedication of his ego driven gym rat status. This is a pedophile at heart, but he keeps it in his pants until he finds a legal 18 year old for fear of being arrested.
"I hope so. It's been a while since we got to connect with some boy meat, Al. I do miss sucking down that fresh young milk, you know." George is a different look. Waaay different. He is about five feet five and must weigh 250 or so. He's bald and wears dentures. His face is round, clean shaven, and looks younger than his forty five years.
"Check out his picture. Is this not our goal of a shy and defenseless pup ready to be ravaged?" Alex looks positively glowing with anticipation.
"Could be. Not much muscle on him. Probably won't give us any trouble. Sure. Hit him up!"
You've Got Mail: "Hello, David. My name is Alex. I like your photo. You look like a nice person; and I would certainly enjoy meeting you. Please take my call". I have a hit! He wants to meet me. I sure hope he follows through and calls.
Ring...Ring... "Hello?"
"David, this is Alex. If you still want to meet, I have the afternoon free. If you need a ride, I can come and pick you up, if you like." He sounds nice. Polite.
"Sure. I live at 772 East Street. When will you be here?"
("George - he wants us to pick him up, like now. I have an idea. Let's do him at his place and we'll be untraceable.")
"Okay, David. I have to take a friend downtown after picking you up, is that okay? We can be there in an hour."
"Sure. See ya." Good, I'll finally be with someone. My life has been one big fuckup until now. Maybe now I'll get some action. I gotta shower.
They Arrive -
Beep. Beep. He's waving me over to the car. "Hello, David. I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you. This is my friend George. He has to take a leak, David. Can he use your bathroom, or are your folks home?" I like Alex. He's a hunk!
"Sure. Come on in. My folks are on vacation. No worries." Damn, he's a tall one. "How tall are you, Alex? I'm five foot eight."
"Six feet with seven inches." I like his laugh. My dick is only five and a half inches, so a seven is impressive to me. His friend needs to pee, so I'll just let them in.
"Thanks, David. While George is in the bathroom, I have something for you, kind of a preview present of what you can expect." He's turning around and fiddling with something. Wow. A present. Wonder what...
"No use struggling, Davey Boi! Just take deep breaths. That's it. Close those baby blue eyes of yours. See ya later!"
"Is he out?"
"Like a used up candle. Lock the door. Pull those shades down. Find us his bedroom, George. I'll have a taste of him while you do that." (Mmmm. Soft boi lips. I love the feel of tender smooth flesh against my body. Can't wait to strip him down. I'll let George drain his sack, but this one is all mine for the taking. George is a limp Louie, but he knows how to fist a hole like the best of them. Damn, these lips taste sweet!)
"It's up here. Al." He's found the kid's room. If we make a mess of him there the folks will just blame his teenage habits. Besides, none of our little 'friends' ever talk. They're too embarrassed by what we do to them! "I have the restraints."
