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Shawn Finds Me
by Slack Angel (slackangel7@hotmail.com)
***
When I was in third grade, a seventh grader named Shawn
finds me in an out of the way place and we begin a long
lasting relationship of sexual abuse. (mm/b, dom, ped,
nc, 1st-gay-expr, oral, intr, true)
***
When I was 8 years old (third grade for those of you
who remember), I was a very shy boy. Read a lot of
books, couldn't see anything without my glasses, skinny
enough to blow away in a strong breeze, pale as a
ghost. You know the type. I went to a really poor city
school, the kind that had a library full of books
without covers and tiles so old they were cracked and
half missing.
Well one day in fall, early November, during recess I
managed to get away from anyone without getting beaten
up or teased by anyone. I snuck off to the side of the
building, in a little nook between the brick wall and
the brick fence that separated the front of the school
from the playground/lot. I wanted to finish reading
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, which of course we
all remember as being one of the most horrifying books
that everyone pretends isn't going to traumatize the
fuck out of their kids for the next 3 years of their
life.
Anyway, I was there in the nook, where no one could see
me (I could usually get away with an extra 5 or 10
minutes of recess there, because no teacher thought to
check there while counting the students), sitting on
the dead leaf strewn asphalt. I heard a noise, and
looked up in time to see a 7th grader hopping over the
brick fence. Sometimes the older kids would go hang out
in front of the school instead of on the playground,
and he must have come around to avoid going back
through the school building. He was white, one of the
few white kids in the school along with me. Brown hair,
chain wallet, brown eyes.
I was terrified of course, I started crying, sitting
there in a corner where no one could see me. I cried a
lot at that age.
He laughed at me, came over and cornered me so I had no
where to go (not that I'd have bothered to run). He
said I had two options. That he could either beat the
hell out of me and throw all my stuff out into the
street, or I could suck his dick.
I had absolutely no clue what that meant. I just sat
there crying and wishing I wasn't there. I wished I
wasn't there a lot at that age too.
He didn't bother to explain anything to me, just
unzipped his pants and pushed himself in my face. He
grabbed a handful of my hair and pull me against his
crotch. I felt sick to my stomach with fear, I still
had no idea what was happening or what he was doing. He
told me to open my mouth, and when I did, he pushed his
hips closer to me, and dropped the head of his limp
dick in between my lips. I just sat there, staring at
him, tears streaming down my face. He told me to suck
on him really softly, and not to bite at all.
When I started to suck him into me, that's when he
really started to get hard. When I felt him getting
bigger and firmer in my mouth, I pulled away in panic.
I didn't know what any of this meant, I barely realized
my own peepee got hard sometimes. When I pulled my
mouth off of him, he pulled my hair harder and jerked
my head around sharply, hard enough to knock my glasses
off, and started rubbing his dick hard against my lips.
He told me to open back up and keep sucking. I opened,
but I was crying to hard to suck very well, so he just
grabbed my head and bobbed me up and down along his
length. He wasn't too big, maybe 4 or 5 inches, and on
the slender side, but my mouth was so small I could
barely open wide enough to take him in.
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably more
like 2 minutes, I felt my mouth filling with liquid. It
was thick enough that I knew right away it wasn't pee,
but I still choked and tried to get away. His grip was
tight enough that I couldn't pull very far back, and I
ended up swallowing half of the stuff while the rest
spilled out onto the asphalt. For a while, we just sat
there in that position. I was too scared to move as he
kept letting little spurts in my mouth and rubbing
himself on my tongue. Eventually, he pulled away and
wiped the tip of his dick across my lips, and then
zipped himself back up.
I suppose what happened next was predictable. He'd just
had his orgasm, and wasn't thinking about sex anymore.
Now he was thinking about how much trouble he could get
in. He pressed my head against the brick wall behind me
and started punching me. Not very hard, certainly not
as hard as he could, but hard enough to hurt. Hard
enough that my mouth had blood in it when he was done.
"If you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll fucking
kill you, understand?" I nodded, kept crying, staring
up fearfully at him. I would never tell anyone, I
promised him, I just wanted him to let me alone.
He beat me for a while. Nothing new for me, I was used
to kids beating me. When he was tired of it, or
convinced I wasn't going to talk, or whatever crossed
his mind, he stopped and jumped back over the fence.
back into the front of the lot.
No one really thought anything about my state when
recess was over. The teachers were used to seeing me
roughed up and tired of hearing me cry about it. I just
went back to class and back to my day.
***
The next day at recess, I stayed away from that side of
the building. I went to the benches near the street and
went about my reading. The other kids made fun of me a
little, but mostly they were just playing their games.
I just wanted to stay somewhere everyone could see me.
When I looked over at the fence, at the nook where I'd
been the day before, I saw the same kid. He jumped over
the fence, and went into the nook we'd been in. I
didn't know why at the time, but presumably his guilt
and fear made him go check out the area for anything
that would get him in trouble.
I don't know why I did what I did. I stuffed my book
into my backpack and ran over the nook. Away from the
teachers, away from the students, back to that out of
the way spot. When the kid saw me, he momentarily
looked more scared than I must have, he was white as a
ghost. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into
the corner. Asked me if I'd told anyone what happened.
I managed to let out a quiet little No, which he seemed
to believe.
"I mean it, I'll kill you if you do."
"I know," was all I said. I believed him. He looked
relived, he knew he wasn't in trouble and that he
wasn't going to be in trouble.
"Why'd you come back here?" he asked me. I told him I
didn't know. It wasn't a lie, I had no clue.
he looked around, leaning out of the nook and checking
the front yard, and the lot. When he realized it was
just the two of us, he immediately forced me back
against the wall, and down to my knees. I started
crying again, but not quite as hard as before. He told
me to just open my mouth and be quiet. I did. I knelt
there with my mouth open, not making a noise, just
watching my breath in the cool air as he looked around
again before unzipping his pants once more.
He was all ready hard this time, something slick and
shiny on the tip. He didn't waste any time, just pushed
his dick into my mouth and started humping me against
the wall. It hurt my head, and he gagged me when he
pushed all the way in.
He didn't last nearly as long that way. After maybe, 30
or 40 seconds, he pulled out and started jerking
himself. He told me to just keep my mouth open no
matter what. I did. His cum came out in thick ropes,
pooling on my tongue. I still had no idea what ANY of
this meant. It was like I woke up in a dream world
where nothing anyone did made sense. I didn't like the
taste of it, but it wasn't bad enough to make me
actually cringe.
When he was done cumming (it seemed to take almost as
long as his humping), he wiped the last drop of it
against my lower lip, and told me to swallow it. I must
have looked confused. if I could have spoken I would
have tried to say no, but I didn't have a chance to
even shake my head. He forced his hand over my mouth,
closing it, and said "Swallow it, or I'll hurt you". I
immediately swallowed. I choked a little, but I did
swallow it all in one gulp. he pulled his hand away and
told me to open my mouth again. He stared at my empty
mouth for a long time.
After he was done staring, he grabbed me by the neck
and told me that I'd still better not tell anyone,
because he'd still fucking kill me.
"I know, I won't tell anyone," I cried. He left without
saying anything else.
***
For the next 3 weeks, I would suck him off every day. I
started getting much better at it. He taught me the
basics of it, and then started telling me to do things
he liked. He would tell me when to lick, when to suck,
when to kiss, where to kiss, when to lick at his balls.
Sometimes he still just pushed me against the wall and
fucked my face, but usually, he would lean against the
wall and watch out of the nook while I knelt in front
of him and tended to him the best I could.
I swallowed almost every time, but every now and then
he would cum on my face before pushing it all into my
mouth. I didn't like that, because my face never felt
clean after he did that, but I never told him not to.
Thanksgiving break came and went, and when I went back
to school, it was early December. I waited until recess
very eagerly. On some level, I really missed him
(Shawn, was his name, I eventually learned). No one
ever talked to me, and even what we did during recess
was a welcome bit of attention.
I ran to the nook and knelt there on the asphalt, and
waited. Shawn jumped over the fence and started coming
back. So did another black boy. I panicked, I started
crying, I tried to run. I'd never told anyone what
happened back there, but I thought they were going to
seriously hurt me.
"Fucking wimp," the black kid said staring at me as
Shawn grabbed me and pushed me back into the nook.
"Be nice to him Eric," Shawn responded to him. I didn't
know what the feelings meant at the time, but I fell in
love with Shawn a little that day. It was the first
time I ever recalled anyone, teacher or otherwise,
saying to be nice to me.
"It's okay, Eric's my friend, he wanted to see."
Apparently he'd spilled the beans about me over
thanksgiving break.
"I didn't tell anyone," I managed to squeak out.
"I know you didn't, it's okay." He unzipped his pants.
Normally, when I sucked Shawn off, I would just put my
hands at my sides and work on him with my mouth. It was
just the way things went, I wasn't used to putting my
hands up. That day though, I wrapped my arms around his
thighs and hugged him close as I used my mouth on him.
I buried my face against him and kissed him all over.
The black boy just stared as I sucked. Every now and
then I would look up and over at him with Shawn in my
mouth. Shawn said it was good when I looked him in the
eyes while I did it, so I figured it must be true for
Eric too.
After Shawn came, and I swallowed, Eric came over and
unzipped his pants. He was a little bigger than Shawn,
but not as much as the rumors would have you thinking.
I looked over at Shawn, afraid, and he just told me to
keep sucking. I took Eric into my mouth much more
slowly, but I dutifully sucked and licked at him like
Shawn taught me, and after a few minutes he came in my
mouth as well, and I swallowed every drop.
***
Sometime in the next week, Shawn had a bright idea on
how to get more use from me. He told me that at 9:35, I
had to ask my teacher to use the restroom, and to come
upstairs to the 4th-8th grade level and go in that
bathroom.
The next day, I did exactly as he told me too, like
always. I asked my teacher for a restroom pass, and of
course, being a little bookworm, the teachers didn't
get too worked up about me being gone the way they
would worry about a troublemaker. So I ran up to the
top level and into the bathroom. Shawn, and Eric were
both waiting there. They locked the door behind me and
immediately pushed me to my knees.
That started a new routine. Every day at recess after
lunch, I would suck Shawn and Eric to orgasm, and then
Shawn would tell me what time to go to the bathroom the
next morning. Each morning at the time he told me, he
and Eric would be waiting in the upstairs bathroom to
use my mouth. Their recess blowjobs stayed the same,
but they would start to get more creative when they had
a locked room and 5 or 10 minutes to use me (being
young, they came fast, so they had time to add new bits
to their fun).
They started having me take off my clothes before
sucking them in the bathroom. That scared me, but I
wasn't about to tell them no. One time they brought in
a shot glass, and both of them came into it instead of
my mouth, and told me to drink it. I did, naturally,
even though I never learned to like the taste of cum.
One day, Shawn even brought in a little milk carton.
You know the little cardboard chocolate milk deals?
Before I sucked either of them off, they told me they
wanted me to drink what was in it. It was a little over
half full. Apparently Shawn and Eric had both been
storing their cum in it. Must not have been for long,
or it would have been much fuller, but it was still
more cum than I'd ever had at once. It smelled awful,
and I cried, but I did drink every drop I could get out
of it. I did anything Shawn said, it didn't matter.
Shawn decided that he wanted rim-jobs too, though Eric
never really did. I really didn't want to do that, it
was way too gross. I cried, and said Please No and all
those little things that never matter in the end. Shawn
didn't have to hurt me, this time, he just told me too
over and over until I started licking his butt.
Once I did it, I immediately realized it wasn't that
bad. I actually preferred licking his butt to sucking
his dick, because sometimes I gagged when his dick
touched my throat, but kissing and sucking on his ass
never actually hurt me.
Shawn absolutely loved for me to eat his ass. He would
have me do it as long as he could get away with it,
whether from behind, or just down between his legs. I
realize now how obscene it really was, a third grader
kneeling naked on the bathroom floor, sucking on a 7th
graders asshole while another 7th grader waited for his
blowjob.
At that age, it never occurred to me though. I was just
doing what they wanted me too, and they were nice to me
because of it. They kept kids from picking on me when
they were around, they didn't beat me or say mean
things to me. Understanding it or not, I liked it. Not
sexually, but just because it was almost like having
friends.
All of this is 100% true. It went on for much longer,
and got much sicker before it ended. I finally
transferred schools in 7th grade, and nothing like that
ever happened again. I never saw Shawn, or Eric, or any
of the other kids who got involved again. I don't know
what I would do if I ever did.
This is the first time I've ever said anything about
it. ANYTHING. None of the story has ever come out of
me, either verbally or written. I feel a little bad
actually, because I DID promise Shawn I'd never tell
anyone. But he's not going to get into trouble, and he
certainly got his use from me, so I guess the internet
is the perfect place to leave this out in the open.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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