Not many city kids are especially eager to move out into little towns, but in my case, I was extremely anxious about. Not for the usual reasons about being bored with nothing to do though. I was afraid because from what I’ve heard about small towns, they aren’t especially progressive when it came to sexuality.
Yes, I am gay, but not the way you’d imagine it. I don’t behave like I’m queer; I don’t speak in high pitched tones or act feminine and sassy. And I’m a mostly normal kid too. I’m not hypersexualized, I’m not into dominance or subservience dynamics, nor do I dress in overtly flamboyant clothing. Sure, I do prefer brighter colors in general, but that’s all.
Overall, I’d say that I’m attracted to other boys not because of weird fetishes or stemming from personal issues suffered in the past, but because I actually like them for just that: being boys. I am attracted to the boyish behaviors they display and their personalities. It was an instinctual want for intimacy and camaraderie between boys, and I can’t explain it, but I was just attracted to that.
Anyways, my dad had some gambling problems. He owed a lot of money, and we had to sell our house in the city to pay it all back. We were left over with not much at all, but enough to get a house in a little town about 3 hours East of where we used to live.
Of course, I didn’t like it, moving away from my friends and everything I knew. The worst part, though, was that my parents wanted me to hide my sexuality. They loved me, I knew that, and they didn’t want to see me suffer getting bullied by ignorant kids in school.
Fortunately, it didn’t turn out to be so bad. True, I was the only boy nobody knew at school, since even though we were all freshmen, everybody kinda grew up with each other. But besides the usual uppity popular kids, jocks, and bullies, everyone else behaved nicely and were rather friendly towards me. All in all, I felt pretty welcomed.
By the second month of the semester, I was fitting in far better than I would have ever expected. I wasn’t popular or anything, but I had my own group of friends who were generally well-liked within the student body.
I also joined the swimming team, which by the way, had nothing to do with the fact that all the boys had to shower together after practice; besides the usual adolescent curiosity, I never found myself feeling any sort of perverted urge to peek at my friends. I followed the unspoken rule of the showers never to look, and in return, no one ever seemed to suspect my homosexuality. Sure, I did dress in brighter colors than most boys probably would everyday, but everyone just seemed to think I was trying to be fashionable, and wrote it off as something city kids did.
One day, though, during a particularly boring science class, I was swapping notes with a friend of mine, Gavin, when the topic suddenly shifted over to girls.
“Hey, so listen Caleb . I managed to score a date with Charlene.”
I raised a brow and looked at my friend. Gavin was about the same height and build as me, but packed maybe five more pounds of muscle than me. He often did chores for people around the neighborhood, and so it showed with his tanned skin. Overall, I’d say he was rather cute and had a chance with most girls. Except for Charlene Tatum, of course, because was a sophomore cheerleader. Even during my short time in high school, I’d quickly learnt that cheerleaders, especially the freshmen and sophomores, only dated popular junior and senior jocks.
“But...” he finally began saying, and I chuckled.
“But then you woke up?”
“What? No, shut up. I asked her out this morning and she said yes.”
“Really?” I asked, doing my best to hide my disinterest in girls. “Wow, that’s awesome I guess.”
“But there’s one condition: it has to be a double date, and she wants to take her younger sister.”
Rachel Tatum was a freshman in Caleb ’s math and English classes, and a cheerleader who was one of four extremely attractive Tatum siblings. The oldest two girls had already graduated, but left behind quite a reputation that made the younger two rather popular and wanted amongst the guys. But why was Gavin telling me this?
“I’m sure Freddie would be happy to go.” I expertly deflected, turning to look at our blonde-haired mutual friend sitting across the classroom. “He has the hots for Rachel. Everyone does.”
“Except for you, apparently?”
I nearly flinched, and gave my friend a questioning look. Why did he say that? Did I do something to give myself away?
“Everyone’s seen it.” Gavin folded his arms. “I mean, sure, you do make the effort to talk to her every now and then, but you’re the only guy in classed who’s never fawned over Rachel before. Why not?”
“Um, I-I...” My embarrassment was visible. “I mean, I just never thought I stood a chance, that’s all. I never grew up with her like you guys did. Plus, I’m new, and not popular. With everyone going after her, why would I stand a chance?”
“Well that makes sense.” Gavin seemed thoughtful. “You should’ve never stood a chance anyways.”
“Y-Yeah, exactly.”
“Except you’ve driven Rachel crazy wondering about it and now she wants you.” Gavin blurted out.
I stared at Gavin blankly, the implications of what he said slowly sinking in. I wasn’t bad looking; my hair was thick and brown and were cut short and naturally curly, so there always was a certain flair to how my hair looked. My eyes were also a deep hazel, and were probably the best feature I had if I had to pick. But besidesthat, I was nothing special, so I couldn’t understand why Rachel would want me. I had a normal body frame at about 5’5 and weighing about 120 pounds, and wasn’t a jock or one of the “hot” guys. I was a cute closeted queer boy, and that was it.
“That’s right. Rachel asked Charlene to help her get a date with you,” Gavin continued, “she did that by asking me out, only if you go out with Rachel too.”
Oh no. What was going on? How did I not see this coming? I was the mysterious new kid from the city, never paying attention to the girls, and possessing a fashion sense like no one else in this town. Of course this was bound to happen sooner or later. I was fairly good looking enough; just ignoring girls did not guarantee I’d avoid their attention.
Cursing myself for not trying harder to blend in with the other desperate boys, I began to try weaseling my way out of this predicament, but to no avail.
“Come on, Caleb , I thought you were supposed to be my friend?” Gavin asked after class, hounding me nonstop through the school hallways. “If the date goes well, I might get the chance to make out with a sophomore cheerleader, Caleb , a sophomore!”
“No, Gavin.” I tried to be firm as I stopped at my locker get books for the next class. “I’ve only just moved here, I don’t wanna make any waves. Dating is out of the question, especially if it’s someone like Rachel Tatum.”
“Did someone just say Rachel Tatum?”
Turning around, I sighed as I watched Jake and Oscar approach.
“Now that girl is a hottie.” Oscar chuckled, folding his heavily muscled arms.
Oscar and Jake were the troublemakers and bullies in my grade, and they made the perfect pair. Oscar was an African American boy, one of the few in town, and was tall, nearing six feet, played for the football team, and was built like a truck. Jake, meanwhile was about my size, slightly more wiry even, but had a sharp tongue. Together, they both intimidated and snarked unsuspecting students in school.
“What do you guys want?” I asked, too drained from continually turning down Gavin’s offer to entertain the bullies.
“Nothing, we just heard someone talking about Rachel,” Jake shrugged.
“A loser like you probably shouldn’t talk about her.” Oscar added.
“Well, it just so happens that this loser was asked out by Rachel this morning,” Gavin shot back before Caleb could stop him. “So he actually should be able to talk about her.”
“You’re going out with Rachel?” Jake’s eyes widened. “No way.”
“Yes way,” Gavin said, nudging Caleb . “Right?”
With all eyes on me, I could do nothing but sigh. What was I supposed to do, reject Rachel in front of everyone? When she found out, Rachel would have me ruined for embarrassing her like that, and that might lead to my secret being suspected by everyone.
“Right.” I finally said conceding.
“That’s what I thought.” Gavin smirked at me.
••••••••••
The date for our double date had been predetermined even before I was asked. We were going to see a movie, apparently, at the local theater. Just the four of us of course; Gavin had picked a movie that had been out for nearly four months, all so we would get the whole theater to ourselves.
“But I’ve already seen this movie,” I found myself whining like a spoilt child.
“Oh, you did?” Rachel had been clinging onto my arms the entire walk here. It seemed that she really liked me. “Was it good?”
“He hasn’t seen the movie,” Gavin insisted, shooting me an irritated look. “He just got confused because theaters in the city play so many movies, he can’t keep track of the movies he’s seen.”
“Do you see a lot of movies in the city?” Charlene raised a brow curiously.
“I bet you do.” Rachel hugged me tighter. “You probably take a lot of girls out, huh?”
I sighed. This was a nightmare. Both Rachel and Charlene were cute girls, of course. Hot in fact. They had tight young bodies that were barely covered by the skimpy denim shorts and tank tops they wore. Their hair were a pretty bright blonde and well done-up, especially Rachel’s. It seemed like she had really put a lot of effort into getting ready for this date. I actually felt bad, knowing I had absolutely no interest in Rachel.
After splitting the cost of the tickets and popcorn (because Gavin insisted), we quickly headed in the dark theater and sat in the back. There was no one here, and the movie was already a quarter of the way through finished because we came in late.
Almost immediately, Gavin put an arm over Charlene, who snuggled up cozily to him. Rachel leaned in closer to me too, so I followed suit just for the sake of it and put an arm over her. It was my first time in a date of course, so I had never held anyone like this before. Strangely, it felt nice, even if I was not sexually attracted to girls. Smiling, I decided that I was okay with this, and just hoped that Rachel didn’t try to go any further than this.
Half an hour went by, and I was hearing rustling, panting, and soft moans from where Charlene and Gavin were seated. From the corner of my eye, I could see that they were making out, petting and groping each other heavily. It was quite hot; not because of Charlene, but because like I said earlier, Gavin was a good looking boy, and the thought of him getting sexually aroused was, well, sexually arousing. Before long, I found that I was rather quite hard.
Rachel, who had been glancing back at her elder sister having so much fun, and looking up to me with pleading puppy eyes, eventually noticed this, and leaned in closer to me.
“Did I do that to you?” She asked, pressing her breasts against my shoulders and rubbing them up and down. “Do you like it when I’m pressed up against you?”
Not able to say no without making it weird, and again possibly revealing my secret, I nodded silently. I didn’t think it was going to go any further than that, and thought that maybe Rachel would’ve have just been content with rubbing against me to tease me for the rest of the movie. I was wrong, of course, and realized that when I felt her grab at my crotch.
“Rachel! No, we can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She asked mischievously, pawing at my bulge as I tried to shoo her hands away. “If you’re worried about them, they’re too busy to care. Trust me, me and my sister take boys out like this all the time and do this.”
“I’m just not comfortable,” I said pushing her hands away firmly. “Not with Gavin right there.”
That was an excuse, of course, but I said what I had to relieve myself of Rachel’s tenacious assault against me. She relented at first, but then whispered something into her sister’s ear. Within minutes, both her and Gavin had moved to other seats several rows down, leaving us alone together.
“There,” Rachel looked up coyly at me. “Took care of that.”
Once again, her hands begun roaming, and I instinctively cupped my hands over my bulge so she couldn’t touch me there. Like I said, my attractions were not sexual yet, merely romantic and relationship-based. I did not like being touched in a private area like that, but Rachel did not seem to get the hint.
“What do you think they’re doing down there?” Rachel whispered when creaking noises began to sound from the seats below. Knowing Gavin, they were probably fucking.
“I don’t know.” I said simply.
“I do,” Rachel said, putting her hands atop mine. “She’s doing this.”
Taking one of my hands, she lifted it up to her face and stuck my index finger out toward her mouth. I raised a brow questioningly at her, but she did not stop. With her pretty chocolate eyes never leaving mine, Rachel took my finger into her mouth and sucked on it, swirling her lips around the point of my finger.
I had to admit, the sensations I felt right then was great. I had never felt anyone’s soft lips pressed against my bare skin that way, and the wetness made it all feel so erotic, even though I wasn’t attracted to Rachel. Confused by these new feelings, I finally decided that enough was enough, and firmly pulled away from her.
“I need to pee.” I said coldly.
“Want me to follow?”Rachel asked coyly.
“No, I’ll be back.”
Of course, I didn’t come back. I ran out of the theater right then and went straight home.
I knew that there would be consequences, obviously, from standing up such a popular girl and her even more popular sister. But I didn’t care. I was basically being sexually harassed for nearly an hour, and I couldn’t take any more of it.
••••••••••••
The aftermath of my abandoned movie date caught up to me quite quickly. Just an hour after I got home, Gavin want me like a million texts asking me what happened and where I went, and later that night, I got a million more from my other friends asking about it. Word spread quickly in a small town it seemed, but I did not reply to any of the messages. I spent the rest of the weekend ignoring them all and staying home, just hoping that this would all blow over before school started on Monday again.
Unfortunately, it did not.
I was met with a barrage of questions first thing in the morning when I got to school that day. All my friends wanted to hear my side of the story, and even classmates that I never usually talked to wanted in on the gossip.
“Caleb!” Gavin yelled after me while I was rushing through the hallways after homeroom. I had hoped to not have to talk to anyone else about it by hurrying between classes for the rest of the day, but it seemed like that plan was already failing. Gavin had tailed me straight after class with a handful of my closer friends, Freddie, Alex, and Katie.
“What the hell man?” Gavin asked when he finally got close enough. “I was making out with Charlene for a full half an hour, and was about to get my dick sucked when Rachel came down crying about how she thought you ditched her. What was that about?”
Telling him, or anyone in general, that I refused the advances of such a pretty girl who everyone wants to bone would not be smart, so I decided to skim over it and spare him the details. Gavin, though, was insistent, and wanted to know what happened.
“Tell me about it, come on.”
“She made it weird.” I shook my head. “I didn’t think I wanted to stick around any longer.”
“And what’d she do to make it weird?”
Expecting to have been harassed by either Jake or Oscar before the end of the day, I was surprised when I turned and saw that it was a handful of upperclassmen who had been passing by us instead.
“Lemme tell you this,” one of the football team seniors, Miles, said. “Rachel and her sisters are hot pieces of ass. If any of them, and I mean any, came onto me, I’d fuck them on the spot with my big cock.”
Both Freddie and Alex’s gazes went to the ground as the seniors snickered and laughed, while Katie seemed shocked at the crude language being used so openly in front of her.
“Hell yeah, we’re packing meat,” Crawford, another senior in the soccer team, said. “Think Rachel would let me ram my rod in her ass instead?” He looked to Katie. “I’d settle for you to baby.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored them, trying to be on my way. But Gavin was now even more confused.
“Wait, I don’t understand.” Gavin turned to me. “You mean Rachel came onto you first?”
“I dunno, I couldn’t tell.” I shrugged.
“She asked you out,” Miles pointed out. “Any girl who makes the first move is just begging for cock.”
“Yeah, and didn’t he tell you?” Crawford was still eyeing Katie hungrily, but was talking to all of my friends now. “Rachel was trying to make out with him to give him a blowjob, that’s why this pussy here ran off.”
I grimaced as the older boys shoved me playfully back into my locker. Well, there it was now. Looks like someone else had already spilled the details before I did, and now everyone knows what happened.
“But why would you do that?” Gavin was surprised. “You were gonna get some! And me too! Why’d you have to ruin that for us.”
“And you just ran off?” Katie piped up. “Without telling her anything? Without talking about it?”
A barrage of questions assailed my ears, but this was already more than I could take. Hiding my sexuality and pretending to be straight was hard enough, but being scrutinized like this just made it worse.
“She’s just not my type, okay!”
Everyone was dead silent for a moment, and all eyes were on me.
“A Tatum girl, not your type?” Crawford raised a brow. “That’ll be a first.”
“What do you mean, Caleb?” Freddie asked softly.
“I just don’t... like her like that.” I muttered softly, but everyone in the hallway was looking at me now and listening to every word I said.
There was more silence for several more seconds, before finally, Miles burst out laughing.
“Jesus Christ dude, the city kid is a faggot!”
I bit my lip as my face flushed and tears threatened to fall. People were laughing at me now; not my friends of course, but still. My secret was out now, and all I could do was rush away to my next class.
•••••••••
I didn’t talk to anyone for the rest of the day after that incident in the hallway, nor did I tell my parents about it at home. I just kept quiet, and tried to pretend like nothing had happened. Like my date with the most popular freshman didn’t happen.
But word still got around, of course. The whole town now knew I was gay, that I actually liked guys. It was one thing being teased about it because of turning Rachel down, but my flushed reaction and genuine speechlessness in that hallway had made it quite clear it was all true. Everyone in my grade knew before the end of that day, and the entire school had heard about it by the end of the week. Now, no one was treating me the same anymore.
No doubt, this was all the Tatum sisters’ fault. Being hounded by Jake and Oscar was one thing, but seniors were another. The sisters probably used their reputation and connections with the older students to accelerate the spread of the gossip, and likely sent Miles and Crawford that day to begin the rumor that I was gay as a form of revenge. Rachel was just probably not used to being turned down and had been completely embarrassed by me that day.
After several weeks, I was near my breaking point. I was just mad with everyone; with my friends for treating me different and sometimes being distant; with the other kids at school for being mean; with the Tatum for being so pretty and stuck up all the time; and even with myself, just for being this way.
It’s not that I hated who I was, or yearned to be “normal”. But if I hadn’t been gay and had been as desperate as the other freshmen boys, I wouldn’t be in trouble right now. A small town was no place for queer people, and this has been made obvious by the unfair treatment I sometimes get from teachers. Yes, even the teachers know, but luckily I’ve still managed to keep the fact that the cat is out of the bag from my parents.
About a month and a half later, after a day of enduring usual discriminatory treatment at school by my peers, I confronted outside of school by Gavin while on my way home.
“Dude, where’ve you been?”
“Just around. We’ve seen each other.”
“I meant in practice. You haven’t been coming to swim since...”
He trailed off, and I grimaced. Yes, after it came out that I was gay, I did not return to swim practice. I didn’t want to make any of the other boys feel uncomfortable because of me, and so I just stopped showing up. The coach never asked me about it, so I thought that it was quite obvious that he didn’t want a queer boy on his team either.
“I’m just minding my own business.” I finally said. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being queer, but I respect that things are different here. I can only hope that you guys show me the same respect by leaving me alone if I mind myself.”
“I don’t get it, man.” Gavin folded his arms. “Are you saying you’ll just repress your sexuality and urges forever?”
I raised my right hand and shot him a small grin, something I haven’t done to anyone in a while. “I’ve always got this here, right?”
But Gavin was not convinced. “Don’t tell me you never want to try something with someone else one of these days.”
I sighed. Of course, I wanted to. I wanted to do a lot of things; have my first kiss,have an intimate experience with a boy, even fall in love maybe. But it seemed that all of that was impossible to do now.
“I’ll be fine,” I shrugged cool, ready to walk off.
“Wait,” Gavin called before I left. “Just... come to practice, okay?”
“Why?”
“We’re friends,” he shrugged. “I miss you. Freddie and Alex too.”
“I didn’t think you guys would like the idea of a faggot seeing you guys naked in the showers.”
“We don’t-“ Gavin said before he could stop himself, then sighed. “But I just want things to go back to normal again. So, I mean, if you could just be chill and act like nothing happened, we can do the same and just say you’re one of the guys. Then everyone in school will forget again, right?”
It didn’t take me long to make up my mind; I had missed my friends quite a bit, and having Gavin approach me first to reconcile was nice.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”
••••••••••
Swim practice went surprisingly okay. There were some rude comments by my teammates, once even by the coach, but no one else really bothered me. Besides my friends, I didn’t end up really talking to anyone else, which was okay.
But one thing I noticed was some of the other swimmers seemed a little off today. They weren’t just quiet, they were tense, and seemed unfocused. Of course, the coach blamed that on me and said I was making them uncomfortable. That I was staring, even though I wasn’t.
Those swimmers were also mostly the older boys, the upperclassmen who had been the main source of my bullying these past few weeks. It was rather surprising to see that they didn’t bother me, but also quite relieving. Maybe Gavin was right. If I just behaved, everyone would forget again.
After swim practice, we all headed to the changing rooms to change and shower and just chat in general about practice today. However, I did not make my way to the showers when everyone else stripped and headed in. Instead, I merely averted my gaze to the floor and sat by myself in the changing room as everyone went to shower.
I had made an agreement with Gavin and my friends, you see. On top of behaving myself, I was not to shower with all the other boys at the same time. I would wait until everyone was done, the shower by myself while my friends would wait for me outside. It seems kind of mean, but it kinda did make sense. The more uncomfortable I made these boys feel, the more likely my bullying would get worse.
When everyone had gotten in the shower, however, I noticed that I wasn’t alone yet and looked up to see the captain and co-captain of the swim team, both seniors names Edgar and Kyle, hanging around too.
“So what’s the faggot up to today?” They chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. Just because they didn’t bother me during practice today didn’t guarantee they’d stop, I guess.
“Finally decided to come to swim practice? You know, we have a surprise for you.”
I cocked my head to a side in confusion, but was distracted when the door to the changing room suddenly burst open.
“Well, look who it is.” Miles said as he walked in, with Crawford following closely behind. “Let me guess, finally came back to ogle at your teammates?”
“I don’t do that.” I said, turning away to ignore them. I usually walked away from the comments, but since I need to shower, I had no choice but to wait here and take the verbal abuse until everyone else comes out and I can shower. Hopefully, once the rest of the team walks out, Miles and Crawford would be scared away.
“Sure you do,” Crawford said. “I bet you can’t resist, staring at all the guys wearing nothing but swim trunks.”
“I was pretty sure he was staring at me today.” Kyle confirmed, nodding.
“Same here,” Edgar said. “That’s why it was tough for me to focus.”
“I wasn’t staring.” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not a perv.”
“But of course you are, all faggots are.” Miles laughed. “I bet you were daydreaming about boy ass all day, weren’t you?”
Glancing at them with disgust, I felt myself reaching the limit. Of course I wasn’t fantasizing about that; I never have, really. My attraction to other boys has never been sexual, it always stemmed from an instinctual want for the intimacy, the camaraderie experienced between two boys.
“Just leave me alone.”
“Oh, but we can’t, can we?” Crawford sneered.
“We have to keep the boys in our team safe.” Kyle said with a dangerous smile.
“What do you mean?” I frowned, getting concerned as I noticed that the older boys were taking small steps toward me slowly.
“You haven’t come back to practice for weeks, but why now?” Edgar asked. His tone was rather threatening, and nearly made me jump when he spoke.
“B-Because...” I trailed off. “I...”
The older boys were now just inches from several steps away from me, and my heart raced as I tried to think of what to do.
“Because you’re a faggot who can’t control his urges, that’s why.” Miles was the first to reach me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “You thought that maybe everyone would forget, and you came back to practice to perv on everyone.”
I squirmed and tried to stand, but it was no use. The senior football player’s grip was too strong, and he forced me back into my seat. In nothing but my swimming trunks, still dripping wet from practice, all alone and afraid, I did the only thing I could think of at the time and swung at him.
Now, I wasn’t stupid; Miles was the star quarterback, 6’4 and two hundred and something pounds of pure muscle. I knew I couldn’t hurt him, but I didn’t know what else to do. Four seniors had me literally cornered where there were no witnesses, and I was still lowkey kinda mad at them for making my life a living hell.
“What the fuck!” Miles pulled back and screamed in rage when the hit landed poorly on the side of his face. “He hit me!”
Before I could even react, Miles, with all the speed and power of a football quarterback, tackled me hard and slammed me into the ground. The air was knocked out my lungs and I was stunned by the impact for several moments. Taking advantage of my helplessness, Miles proceeded to put a hand over my mouth and pin my chest to the ground with his knees.
“Get his arms and legs guys!”
I felt the others go for my limbs, and before I knew it, I was securely fastened to the ground. Helpless, and with no one around to help, I screamed a muffled scream into Miles’ hand.
“I’ll fucking teach you. You think you can touch me, faggot?”
His other hand wrapped around my throat, and my eyes grew wide as he raised his hand, balled up in a fist.
“Wait, Miles, what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna beat this pussy up, that’s what.”
“No man, we can’t do that.”
I looked up to Edgar, my would-be savior with grateful, pleading eyes. Even though he’d been terrible to me, if he got my out of this, he’d be totally forgiven in my eyes. However, Edgar continued to speak.
“It’ll be too obvious and we’ll get in trouble. We need to think of something else to teach him a lesson.”
“Right,” Crawford agreed, even though his voice was stern. “I’m sure we can think of something else.
All hope disappeared. It seemed that nobody here was willing to help me here, and I was all alone on this one. I was at the mercy of these four seniors who hated me, and I was now afraid of what they were gonna do.
“W-Wait, listen,” I began to plead my case as the hand around my neck squeezed tighter. “If you don’t want me to come back to practice, fine, I won’t. But just-“
Miles put his other hand on my neck, and I gasped as my face went purple.
“Nah, we’ve gotta teach you a lesson, so you won’t try anything ever.” Miles said as I clawed at my neck, desperately trying to breathe. “And I think I know just how to punish you.”
Releasing his hold on my throat, Miles undid his zipper as I gasped for air. I had been too distracted by my regaining the ability to breathe again that I did not see or notice what the senior straddling my chest was doing, until he whipped out his massive uncut dick, which was already hard.
“Miles...” I stopped struggling and looked up to the older boy, afraid and unsure of what was happening.
“Oh, you know what to do with this, don’t you?” Mikes said, stroking his shaft. “Open your mouth.”
Other boys from the swim team were now just returning back from the showers and muttering amongst themselves as they watched the spectacle unfolding before them. Amongst them, I spotted my friends, and turned back to Miles.
“N-No.” I said, swallowing hard. I was afraid, but I wasn’t going to concede to the senior jock like that. Besides, like I said before, I’d never even liked stuff like that.
Unfortunately, Miles wasn’t taking no for an answer, and slammed my head back to the ground, then while my head was spinning, forced his cock into my mouth.
“Mmmph!”
I found myself choking on the thick piece of meat right away. Miles was huge; at least seven and a half inches, and nearly as thick as my own forearm. As he began to slide his cock back and forth inside my mouth, I could feel his head pushing hard against the back of my throat with each thrust.
“What the fuck,” I heard Gavin yelling somewhere in the background. “Get off him, you’re hurting him!”
“Naw, man,” Miles replied with sadistic glee. “The faggot loves it.”
I could only let out a muffled scream as a protest to that statement, but even just doing that made me feel even more nauseated as Miles tried to push his cock into my throat. Because I had never even tried putting anything in my mouth like that, or even imagined myself giving a blowjob, this entire experience was foreign and alien to me. It felt unnatural, and as my heart raced in fear, I found myself unable to breathe with the thick slab of meat stuffed inside my throat.
“Edgar, help him!” Freddie was pleading with our swim captain, but the other boy was not having it.
“Everyone shut the fuck up.” He pulled down his swim trunks and revealed his own erect, six inch cock. “No one’s gonna be saying anything about what goes on here to any adult if you want to stay on the team.”
“We’re going to teach this faggot a lesson.” Crawford agreed, already playing with his own cock.
Helpless, and with nobody moving to help me, I was trapped. After several more thrusts, I felt Miles speeding up, and as he did, I found my panic increasing as I was continuously unable to breathe. Muffled by the cock in my mouth, I pleaded in vain for him to stop and let me catch a breath, and as Miles finally came, I found myself finally unable to take it anymore.
“Ew, what the fuck! He peed himself.”
I lay there dazed as Miles jumped off me. His cock had pushed its way into my throat even against my resistance, and he had shot his thick ropes of cum straight down into my belly. This unnatural sensation was just too much for me, and in my panic, I lost control of my bodily functions temporarily and found myself letting go of my bladder on the ground.
“What the fuck, that’s disgusting!” I heard Crawford laugh.
I did not respond as the urine drench my swim trunks, then trickled through and down my slim thighs into the puddle on the ground.
“He’s fucking worse than an animal!”
The seniors laughed and spit on me as they made fun of my unfortunate accident. Not only had I been forcefully facefucked, but I had also peed myself in front of everybody. Every inch of decorum and respect I had for myself as a queer boy had disappeared right then, and I found tears welling up in my eyes.
“Turn him over.” Crawford said. “I have something else for him.”
I no longer had the strength to fight back as the seniors flipped me over to my belly, face first into my own piss as I felt them tug my drenched trunks down to my ankles, exposing my smooth, hairless butt. All I could do was cry and bury my face in my arms to hide my shame.
“Oh yeah, just like a girl’s.” Crawford chuckled.
A rod nearly as thick and stiff as Miles’ found its way between my crack, and after several moments of rubbing it against my puckered hole, I felt Crawford trying to force his way inside me.
“No, wait!” I sobbed as I squirmed under the bigger boy’s full weight, but it was no use. He held me down and forced his cock against my hole.
It was too big; the width of two little fingers would have already been far too big, since I had never experimented with playing with my ass before. Crawford’s seven inch dick continued to push against the hole which I had kept shut tight, however, and eventually, I felt the head tear through my puckered sphincter and enter me.
“Fuck!” I yelled involuntarily.
“Get off him!” One of my friends was yelling somewhere behind me. But they couldn’t save me; the other swimmers, either fearful of reprisal or as bitter toward my homosexuality as the seniors, held them all back.
Crawford continued to pump into me without mercy, without lube, and without waiting for my home to adjust to his unnaturally huge size. All I could do was scream on top of my lungs, swearing and begging for them to stop. My pleas fell on deaf ears however, and Crawford finished inside me by pumping my ass full of cum.
“Holy shit.” He said as he pulled out of me, his cum oozing out of my torn up butt. “I creampied a fag and he liked it.”
I didn’t like it, though. I derived zero satisfaction from not only being raped, but from having something that big shoved up my butt.
That didn’t matter to the seniors though, obviously, as Edgar was next. I simply lay there as my swim captain pushed my legs apart, running his hands across my thighs which now had piss, blood, and cum trickling down from it, and then took aim with his cock and shoved it in too.
He wasn’t as big as either Miles or Crawford, but with my asshole already ripped open and tender to touch, it hurt like hell when he shoved his own cock inside me and pumped me full of his cum. I was bawling by the time he came, holding onto my curly hair and pulling my head back like some sort of slut who liked it.
I didn’t, I really didn’t, and I collapsed there in a heap in front of the entire swim team as the seniors laughed at me
