The Prequel II:
My name is Michael Combs, and life in Oceanside wasn’t so great for me.
Once, the High School bullies found me, and those identical neighborhood girls who were once my friends, instantly turned on me and joined them. Luckily, I found sanctuary in the school library. All kids seeking sanctuary in the school library would soon be known as members of the “Loser Club. That’s where I found Zayne.
He would become my best buddy, and we were inseparable at times.
Luckily, around this time, my mom bought me a Vespa for my birthday, and that would help me get from A to B.
I would pick up and drop off Zayne, take him to and from school. Zayne introduced me to a hidden lagoon within the park. We would get up to all sorts of mischief after school by that lagoon. From that day onwards, during the warmer summer months, this became our regular spot.
We would soon be one with nature, ditch our clothes, and then jump in the lagoon.
I was now 18, and into my final year of High School, and I'd grown out of that skinny, scrawny kid and into one with a much-toned physique.
Also, I was now part of the school lacrosse team. Zayne was still my best buddy, and still, we were virgins, all of us “Loser Club” members were. On a warm day, once school had finished, Zayne met me by my Vespa, as usual. On this day, he made me take a detour down a dirt track deeper into the park's hidden canopy. It wasn’t that far from where he showed me before, but far enough away from our school and the notorious restrooms. There was heavy foliage, so we ditched my Vespa inside some shrubs. We then found our way on foot deeper into the forest. We walked for about 5 minutes through rough terrain until we came across a lagoon oasis.
It took my breath away.
From this day onwards, during the warmer summer months, this became our regular spot.
We would be one with nature, ditch our clothes, and then jump in the lagoon. At first, I felt awkward walking around naked in front of Zayne. Eventually, it became second nature to us. We would skinny dip, toss stones naked, climb trees naked, and be free from the burdens of the outside world. One day, after watching a documentary on witches and Salem at school, we started acting out and experimenting on ourselves by our lagoon. Soon, we would be prancing around naked like the witches of Salem. I felt incredibly alive here.
From that day on, we would ditch our clothes by the Vespa, and only wear shoes to the lagoon.
I felt so alive, shedding my clothes, and it felt so soothing.
So, for the next few weeks, we not only felt the freedom to stroll around naked, but for the two hours or so we spent there after school, it was like we were in Neverland. It was as if we were teleported back to the 17th century, frolicking like witches before the Salem trials ruined everything. We’d prance around naked and not be judgmental of each other.
It was with Zayne that I would soon have my first sexual activity.
Although it was a confusing time for me, Zayne helped me explore myself.
Over time, Zayne had groomed me into a gay cocksucker, which was a transition from nude in nature to eyes for his big cock. I was smitten with his cock, so much so, I had cock on my mind. He teased me with his cock by slowly stroking it before me. My newfound weakness would kick in, and I would snatch his cock from him and start licking and kissing it.
Then it went into my mouth.
So, I gave in to my weakness and began sucking and licking his cock, until he squirted his seed inside my mouth.
I would make him squirm uncomfortably by licking his cock five minutes after he’d finished in my mouth. Once, we were naked, and had seen his cock, all I wanted was his cock in my hand and in my mouth.
At the time, I didn’t even think I was gay.
I was at a loss as to what was making me lose control of my senses, once I saw a cock.
With hesitation, our next frolic by the lagoon led to me once again taking his cock in my mouth. This time, I was in complete control, and he didn’t need to instigate a face-fucking to my head. Once I took his load in my mouth, we jumped in the water and stayed there for a while.
After a short cooling-off period, we both cleaned up, and we climbed out.
I confided in him, once we had both got out of the pool, and sat down by an old log.
“Look, I’m not gay,” I said, a bit embarrassed.
“Nor am I, but having a jerky boy as a friend is still much more fun,” he said, putting his hand on my knee. From that day on, and for the rest of the Summer, our daily ritual of jacking off had changed, from jacking off into me to sucking off Zayne.
I grew to enjoy sucking his cock and lost the shame and guilt towards it.
Thanks to two years of gym class and school lacrosse, I'd grown out of being that skinny, scrawny girly-boy and had developed a toned physique.
At 19, and into my final year of High School, it was getting harder to hide the fact that I would cock-watch, in the gym sheds after lacrosse training was over. Then a familiar-looking, new guy joined the lacrosse team.
The new guy looked vaguely familiar, so I grew intrigued by him.
I found myself fixated on him and his cock as we all cooled down after one training session inside the gym sheds.
He looked familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint where I'd seen him. He had a chiseled body with the odd, cheap tattoo. There were tattoos on his neck, left shoulder blade, and scrotum, of spiders, scorpions, and a snake-headed creature with arms. Most importantly, he had a nice cut-cock, which had my attention.
Later that night, when I had Zayne’s cock in my mouth, I imagined it was his.
I couldn’t get his tattoos and naked body out of my head.
At times during lacrosse practice, I was somewhat distracted and received a few bumps because I was not focused. I knew I could never get hold of his cock, without getting a fat lip. Turns out I was wrong.
After a month of admiration and occasional distraction, things came to a head.
Shortly after one training session, and as I walked to my Vespa.
There was a 1969 Mustang parked near my Vespa, and this same dude stood there, leaning on this car.
“You need to get your shit together,” he came out and said. I stood there in shock, not knowing what he meant.
“Why are you perving at me in the showers, like some sort of freak?” He asked.
Then, before I could open my mouth, he told me that I was lucky, that Issy (Isobel) would be away on holiday next week.
What he just said confused me. What’s he going on about?
“I don’t care what hole I use, as long as I can bust a nut in it,” he confidently came out and announced.
Again, I was lost for words when he pulled out his cock, and started waving it around. I instinctively looked down at it. Without permission, I couldn’t contain myself and walked up to him and placed my hands on his cock. While I played with his cock in my hand, I loved the feeling of his 8-inch cock growing. Then I slowly dropped down and put his cock inside my mouth, and caressed his balls. Instantly, I noticed how full they were.
Then, before I knew it, he grabbed my head by my hair and forced my head down on his cock.
So, I’m force-fed his cock aggressively for about two minutes before he lets go.
It allowed me to catch my breath before I was made to suck again. I am gagging and struggling, and in no time, his cock is balls deep down my throat. It was roughly about now that I started to work out who he was.
“I still see you’re that same faggot bitch from the 8th grade, Michael.” If there was any doubt, I knew now who he was.
That’s when the lightbulb went off.
It was Eric, one of the bullies who gave me a hard time, and a few years ago, when I started High School. He had grown about two feet, lost all his fat, and gained a ton of muscle over that time. While I’m being face-fucked, he pulls out from his school jacket something like nasal ease and places it in one of my nostrils. This was my first initiation into poppers.
I snort it twice before it is in my other nostril.
My head spins while he sucked on a vape.
For the next hour, I sucked his cock, in the school car park. He made me gag and cry, but I focused on pleasuring his cock. Somewhere in time, he released his grip, but I kept sucking like he hadn’t. He slaps my head repeatedly once he knows I’m enchanted by his cock. Eric was bullying me once again, but this time I didn’t feel the urge to run and hide.
In truth, it was as if I were possessed and couldn’t.
All this time, I had forgotten I was supposed to meet Zayne by the lagoon.
“That’s enough, bitch,” he says, and then he pushes me off his cock, I am left spread-eagled on the car park concrete, staring at him.
I then think he was about to attack me, but instead he reaches down and lifts my left ankle and peels off my track pants.
I’m at his mercy and only suspect what is about to happen next.
I think he plans to break my virgin ass.
Part of me wanted to flee, but another part of me wanted to see how this all panned out.
“Get on your hands and knees, or you can leave if you want,” he smugly tells me, with my pants down around my ankles.
“No, I’ll stay,” I say. With that, he makes me crawl on all fours, with my track pants under my ankles.
Eric rests a hand on my hips while caressing his own ass. Then, he wanders behind me and slowly inserts a finger into my asshole. Something felt divine when his finger entered, and when he began to finger my asshole, it felt divine. I said, and did nothing while he probed me, until he pulled it out and slightly spread my legs apart, and then pried open my ass cheeks.
Then, I felt his throbbing cock around the pillows of my ass.
Eric slaps my pillows as he aggressively forces his cock inside my fudge-tunnel.
He thumps into me a few times without malice, before he breaches, and I briefly accommodate him. It hurt like hell and made me groan and grunt in pain. He held me down firmly, preparing me for what’s to come.
That’s when the side of the bully I knew from 8th Grade came out, with nasty slurs.
While his cock rested inside my asshole, Eric caressed the sides of my hip, ribs, until gripping my hair, and tugged it back.
He tortured my sculp before gripping the edges of my hips. I don’t know what he did, but the tightness of my asshole around his cock had opened up a little. That’s all he needed, as he slowly started moving his cock out then back in, deeper. I felt the sensation of his cock almost exit my ass before he jammed back inside. It made me grimace, but it wasn’t too painful.
“You can leave if you want,” he snickered at me, while I groaned.
It felt like he had put his fist inside me, that when I contemplated leaving.
I knew that if I did, there would be consequences to pay. Like, either I would have to fight him, or the tough act I had put on for years would have been for nothing. Plus, either way, my reputation would be blown. See, there’s Micky, who let Eric fuck him in the ass, or there’s Micky, who got beaten up by Eric after school. That’s all I would hear. Just thinking about my options made me simply submit, without a whimper, and relent.
It's then that he slowly pulls back out, and then he fiercely begins to thump back inside me.
I could feel that my anal chute was loosening up and wasn’t resisting anymore.
As I assumed his cock was at times so deep that it was inside my guts. It was at this time that I wanted him to either stop torturing me or to get on with it. He must have sensed my frustration, and it was then that he reached into his top pocket and presented me with the sniffers again. That’s all it took to ease any of my rebellion.
“Bitch, that’s it,” he said, once I had a few sniffs from the small vial.
If there was any fight in me, it had gone, and I accepted my fate and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
“You took every inch of me without screaming once, I bet you can take a good hard fucking too,” the smartass in him let me know that I was weak and his.
It didn’t matter because he had tortured me enough without belting me, so I wanted to see how this went.
I had already been curious about how it feels to have my ass filled with a cock, and now I am.
Now, the next part, whether I could take an ass fucking from a cock.
Eric then pumped his cock in and out of my chute, at times he growling and groaning, as he went to town, without mercy. It was painful at first, and I tried my best not to show him my weakness by complaining or screaming in pain.
The pain that was there when he began to thump had subsided, not that long after he went up a gear.
I began to zone out and try not to think that one of my many schoolyard bullies was converting me into his temporary bitch.
Once my chute was stretched beyond imagination, I noticed the pain was gone. Thoughts started entering my mind like, is my ass ripped open, and is there blood dripping out, or why am I not still in pain, or will I shit and walk funny from this, and why do I feel so torn on by him? After all, he was still a bully, even though he wasn’t the same bully, just a few years older now.
I hadn’t even spotted Eric for a few years. Where had he been?
As far as I knew, I thought I was straight. I can’t say that, now, after taking a cock in my ass.
I drifted off into a state of daydreaming for a few moments. Being straight or queer was only a part of my confusion. In the schoolyard, new words started floating around and outside in the world. Like, I didn’t know what dystopo (for sexual dystopia) meant. I also had no clue what an ace or aroace (for asexual and aromantic) was, or NB for (non-binary), androgyny, and what the hell a femboy was. They weren’t directed at me in general, but made me self-conscious.
I was sexually confused already with all these acronyms and orientation popping up from nowhere, even wanking and playing with Zayne had me questioning myself.
Then, I snapped back to reality and the status quo. Eric was pumping into me aggressively and deeply.
Eric was giving off these animalistic vibes. He was fucking me hard and fast while his knees were rebounding from the backs of my calves with each thrust. His aggression was unrelenting until I heard him grunt. Then, as he groaned, I felt him twitch inside my ass, then soon after, his cock spasmed.
I felt the aftermath as his load swarmed inside my ass.
He continued to fuck my ass, but it was as if on autopilot.
Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Then, while he caught his breath, I felt his cock slowly go limp and ease out of my anal chute. After he pushed off me and stood up, he slapped my bare ass.
“See you at training,” Eric said, then pulled his pants up and headed towards his car.
“What the fuck, just happened?” As he drove away without even a wave, I thought to myself.
I look around as I rise to standing up, pull up my track pants, and I realize that we are alone on campus. It's then that I think to myself, what am I going to say to Zayne, as it was way too dark for the lagoon? My butt was throbbing as I sat on my Vespa. It was then that I broke down and started sobbing over what had just happened, and the emotions of telling Zayne.
I held off from telling Zayne the truth.
It was the next day that I realized I had a bit of soreness, and a little bleeding down there, and I had trouble walking normally.
(To Be Continued..)
