Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 14:21:53 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Matt and Mickey CH 2 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Matt and Mickey CH. 2 Mickey must have been as scared as I was at first but when he saw Marc smile and grab his crotch he started to pump my ass again. Marc kept rubbing himself and then Mickey grabbed the waistband of his gym shorts and pulled him over to us. He yanked Marc's shorts down to his knees, since he was also dressed for gym he was wearing a jockstrap too. Mickey pulled Marc's jock down so that the waistband was tucked under his balls then he leaned in and started to suck on his cock. I met Marc on the first day of school. He sits next to me in English class and we have gym together. I also discovered that Marc was a diver when I signed up for the swim team. Marc is small in stature, like me, he's about 5'5" and maybe 120 pounds, he has brown hair and eyes and a tight, toned little body. We talked sometimes but I wouldn't call us good friends, more like acquaintances. I think, after the initial shock, Marc's arrival really turned Mickey on, he was fucking me so hard that it's a good thing I had my jock stuffed in my mouth or the whole school might have heard me moaning. Marc was also loving the attention, I think this might even be his first blow job. He was making these high pitched yelps and bucking his hips while Mickey bobbed on him. When Marc started cumming, Mickey slammed his cock into me, hitting my sweet spot. I sprayed cum all over my belly and I felt Mickey unloading in my ass. Marc sat down on the bench, I think he was feeling a little weak in the knees, and I lie there panting for breath. Mickey pulled up his pants, told us to get back to class and then was gone. That's when I started to feel embarrassed. I didn't know Marc all that well but he'd just seen me getting sport fucked. Sure he'd gotten blown, but if he decided to tell the story, which one of us do you think was going to look bad? I grabbed my shorts and hurried back to the gym, I wanted to get out of the locker room before I had to say anything to Marc about what had happened. When Marc came back to class, I saw him talking animatedly with some of his friends, I was sure he was telling them what he saw, my stomach felt sick. The feeling in my stomach grew worse throughout the rest of the day, when school ended, I skipped swimming practice and went straight home. My mom was home early and when she asked me what was wrong, I told her I had a stomachache and went to me room. I felt like complete garbage. How could I be so stupid? Why did I keep letting Mickey use me like this? I was deep in self-pity when the doorbell rang. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door, I assumed it was mom but when I rolled over to see what she wanted, it was Marc. "Hi," said Marc with a pleasant smile. "Hey," I greeted in reply. "You didn't come to practice today, I wanted to see if you were ok," said Marc. "It's just a stomachache, I'll be fine," I stated. "Are you sure?" he asked, "I thought you might be feeling kinda weird about what happened in the locker room today." I blushed a deep red and turned to look away from him. Marc sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's ok," said Marc, "you don't have anything to be embarrassed about." "That's easy for you to say," I retorted, "You weren't the one with a dick up your ass." "Yeah, this time," Marc chuckled. "Wait, you mean you've done it with a guy before?" I inquired. "Yeah, with Mickey," he replied. "Oh my god, I had no idea," I exclaimed. I guess that wasn't his first blow job after all. "Well it's not something you really go out of your way to advertise, is it?" Marc smiled. "Ok, good point," I agreed, "are you gay?" "I used to think I was maybe just curious but the only thing I'm curious about is boys, girls don't do anything for me," Marc admitted, "so yeah, I guess I'm gay." "Me too," I informed him. "Well at least it's nice not to be the only one anymore," Marc smiled. "How did you end up doing it with Mickey?" I asked. "He's friends with my brother, Eric. They're on the football team together," said Marc, "Last year Mickey was spending the night at our house and the three of us were hanging out in Eric's room in our underwear while we played video games. I guess Mickey must have noticed me checking him out because that night after everyone went to bed, he showed up in my room and got me to blow him." "That's kind of how it happened with me too," I explained, "Mickey was staying here while my mom was out of town, we hung out in our underwear a few times and then he had his girlfriend over. I guess she didn't put out that night because he ended up in my room." "When you do it with him, does he um..." I began. "Does he force it on me?" Marc completed my sentence, "a little at first." "The first time I almost passed out sucking his dick," said Marc, "and I cried when he fucked me." "Geez, that's the same thing that happened to me," I confessed. "I guess he's not very original," said Marc with a weak smile. "Why do we let him do it?" I asked, "It makes me feel so cheap sometimes." "Well, for me, I didn't have any other gay guys to mess around with, and it always feels good eventually," said Marc, "I guess I'm just willing to accept the trade off." "Yeah, that's kind of how I've rationalized it too," I admitted. "At least we aren't alone anymore," said Marc, "we have each other now." "Yeah," I smiled. Marc hugged me then and I held on to him tightly. It felt good to have him in my arms, he was cute, I'd enjoyed checking him out in his Speedo at practice, and he seemed like a really sweet guy. "I gotta get home," said Marc, "My mom's probably got dinner ready, I just wanted to make sure you're ok." "I feel much better now," I smiled. "Great," Marc smiled back, "See ya in school tomorrow." From then on, Marc became my best friend. We hung out all the time and he even convinced me to join the Boy Scouts with him. I'd always considered scouting to be kind of dorky but Marc loved the outdoors and he made it fun, even with the dorky uniforms. As it turned out, Mickey was also in our troop, he was trying to make Eagle Scout before he graduated, and he was usually fun to be around. Marc also became my lover. We were the only two gay boys that we knew, we both thought the other was cute and we spent so much time together that a special relationship was inevitable. We still did it with Mickey too. He wasn't always a jerk about it, and Marc and I both loved his hard, athletic body and big cock. It led to some wicked threesomes. Mickey sucked our dicks but he never let us fuck him, that was ok though, Marc and I had each other and we were more than happy to take turns. A month after the locker room incident, Marc was sleeping over and my mom was out late, having drinks with some of her colleagues. Mickey came over to hang out and everything was casual until we got into my room. As soon as the door shut, Mickey grabbed me and pulled me into an embrace, then kissed me passionately. Marc was already in his underwear, he started rubbing himself through his white Hanes, we have the same taste in briefs. Mickey pulled my shorts down then picked me up and playfully tossed me on the bed, I think he was trying to show off his muscles for us. I was lying next to Marc and Mickey stood there for a moment, just staring at us. "God damn you two are cute," he smiled as he stripped down to his Jockey's. Mickey then climbed on top of us and wrapped his arms around the both of us. He would kiss one of us then the other. While he was kissing me, Marc would nibble on Mickey's ear, when he was kissing Marc, I'd suck on Mickey's neck. Sex with Mickey has always been fun but its better now, now that he knows he can get it, he's not so forceful about it and the sense of hurt and shame isn't there afterwards, anymore. Mickey rolled on his back and Marc and I started to kiss all over his body. We especially worked on his nipples. He loved it when we would nibble and suck on them and we were only too happy to oblige. We kissed down his body, licking each muscle, then we grabbed his underwear with our teeth and pulled them off his toned legs. Marc and I licked up and down on Mickey's cock, there was more than enough for both of us and when our mouths met and we kissed around his knob, I think all of us felt a charge of sexual energy. We took turns bobbing on Mickey, each of us getting the opportunity to suck on his huge piece of meat, until he was ready to fuck. "Ok pups, whose ready to get fucked by the big dog?" asked Mickey. That was his favorite metaphor. Puppy was a pet name he used for each of us and I guess it fit. He'd whip out his dick and we were only to keen to wag our tails and beg for it. "I am, I am," Marc and I answered in unison. "I think you're gonna have to fight for it," said Mickey with a grin. As much as I believe Marc and I were falling in love, this was lust, it was primal, we were both horny and we wanted that dick so I pounced on Marc. We rolled around on the floor wrestling for dominance. It was a pretty even match, given our similar size, but I've been on the wrestling team for years and I usually beat Marc thanks to my training. After a few minutes, I pinned Marc and started humping him. All that wrestling, driving our boners together, it couldn't be helped. When Mickey noticed we'd stopped fighting and were getting off on our contact, he reacted. "Ok pup, that's enough," said Mickey as he grabbed my waist and pulled me away. Mickey bent me over my bed, knees on the ground, tummy on the mattress. He then grabbed Marc and placed him next to me in a similar position. Mickey tugged my underwear down to my knees, then mounted me. He began to stuff his huge cock up my tight little ass. It hurt at first but Marc held my hand while I endured the initial discomfort, he even leaned over to kiss me and let me suck on his tongue. Mickey has fucked me enough now that it doesn't take me long to accommodate his dick and after a few minutes he was pumping into me with a nice steady pace. All to soon he pulled out of me and turned his attention to Marc. He mounted my buddy and now it was my turn to support him while the huge cock invaded his tiny hole. I held Marc and we made out while he was being pummeled and then it was my turn again. Mickey would fuck each of us for a time then switch to the other. With each new turn he would fuck us harder and faster. We may have been puppies when we started, but the harder Mickey fucked us, the more we moaned like bitches in heat. When Mickey pulled out and squirted his cum all over our butts, it was our turn to get off. Marc and I quickly moved into a 69 position and fucked each others mouths until we were squirting our seed down each others throats. "Good boys," Mickey smiled as he gave us each a pat on the head, before dressing and going home. We were exhausted but covered in cum, so Marc and I hauled ourselves into the shower to wash off. When we'd finished, we changed into fresh underpants and crawled into bed. We kissed for a little while and got hard again but we were too tired to do much more than some playful groping. Before long, we snuggled close and fell asleep. Things continued to go on like that for a while. Marc and I thought our relationship with Mickey had changed, he really was like a friend now, we hung out, either at scout activities or just at my house, and when he did fuck us, it was playful and fun. Everything was great until the weekend of our big scout camping trip. We were camping up at Yosemite National Park with a few other troops and had spent most of the day hiking. The day's hike had been pretty exhausting, so we pitched our tents early and settled down for the night. I was, of course, sharing a tent with Marc. We were lying on our sleeping bags, dressed almost identically in our green scout t shirts, white briefs and green socks with the red stripes. We had just started making out when Mickey unzipped our tent and came in with his friend Aaron, one of the other Eagle Scouts. "Uh, hey guys, what's up," Marc asked tentatively. They didn't answer us, instead the pounced on us, rolled us onto our tummies and tied our hands tightly behind our backs with a length of rope. "Hey, what the fu..." I began to object, but then a pair of socks was stuffed in my mouth so I couldn't speak. I looked over and discovered Marc was similarly gagged. Mickey and Aaron hauled us to our feet and then quietly guided us out of camp. I was shivering, whether from the cold or the fact that I was tied up and being led out into the woods in my undies, I don't know. "It's ok," said Mickey as he rubbed up and down my back gently, "It's just an old scout tradition, just relax." And for a moment, I did relax. I'd heard about hazing before, I assumed that Mickey was telling the truth, that this was just some scout tradition, maybe they were going to leave us out in the woods and we had to find our way back to camp or something? We came to a clearing where there was a fire going and several other Eagle Scouts waiting for us. "What's this?" asked Thomas. "The night's entertainment," answered Mickey. Uh-oh, I thought to myself. I looked over at Marc and he looked scared too. I looked around the circle of Eagle Scouts and I quickly noticed they weren't wearing much. Most of them were in their underwear, some of them with their hands down the front. I was snapped out of my staring when I heard someone say, "Hey, bring the blond over here." I was led over to a red headed boy I knew as Jeremy, from a troop in our neighboring town. He was cute and I had checked him out when I'd had the chance and now I was standing before him in just his boxers. I was forced down on my knees and the socks were pulled out of my mouth. I tried to take a deep breath but the socks were quickly replaced with Jeremy's cock. Not knowing what else to do, I started to suck him. Jeremy moaned and stroked my hair while I sucked him, I guess I was doing a good job and he was pleased. I heard another boy moaning close by and I knew Marc's mouth was being put to the same use. After Jeremy had cum in my mouth, I was passed to another boy, then another and another. I'm not sure how many blow jobs I gave that night but I was tired and panting for breath when I was sat next to Marc and the socks were stuffed back in our mouths. I slumped against Marc and he slumped against me, I touched my head to his, I wanted to assure him that I was there and that we'd be ok. "Now what do we do with them?" said one of the Eagle Scouts. "Bring them over here," said another. We were once again hauled to our feet, then lead over to a log covered with a blanket. We were forced down on our knees then bent over the log. We only had to wait a few seconds until our underwear was pulled down to our knees and we were mounted. After taking Mickey's huge cock so many times, it was easier to handle these boys. They took turns fucking us, some hard, some fast, some slow. Marc and I were both moaning and I felt my cock throbbing between my stomach and the blanket covered log. I didn't want to be enjoying this. I'd been tied up, and now was being fucked without so much as being asked and I should have been pissed. They didn't have to do this to us, all of these boy's were hot, had they asked us to be part of an orgy, Marc and I would have readily agreed. Instead, they continued to fuck us against our will. When it was over and the last load had been shot, someone was kind enough to pull up my underwear for me. My t shirt was covered in cum, betrayed by my own cock which had gone off three times during the night. The fire was put out and Mickey and Aaron guided us back to camp. I was exhausted and my legs were like rubber, I tripped and fell to my knees. To my surprise, Mickey picked me up in his arms and carried me all the way back to camp. When we got inside our tent, they untied us and left as if nothing had happened. That's when I heard a low whimpering coming from Marc's side of the tent. He had his back to me but when I reached out and touched his shoulder he rolled over and put his arms around me. "That was horrible," Marc sobbed into my chest. "It's ok Marc, it's over now," I sniffled. "What are we going to do?" Marc asked between sobs. "I don't know, but we'll think of something," I comforted. "We can't let them get away with this," said Marc. "Don't worry, there's no way we're letting that happen," I said forcefully. Will Matt and Marc tell the authorities what happened to them? Will Mickey and the Eagle Scouts be punished for what they've done? Tune in for the next chapter to find out.