From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Ass Fest
Date: 9 Mar 1996 22:33:05 GMT

			       Ass Fest

	Shelley knew he was in trouble about five minutes after he got
to the hotel room, when Bart suggested that Shelley needed a shower.

	"Go ahead, kid," said Bart. "It's free and you've got a slight
body odor, you know?"

	"I noticed it too," said Robert.

	Bart and Robert had loosened their ties and removed their suit
jackets. Each of them was sitting on one of the twin beds with a
glass in his hand, sipping scotch. Shelley was sitting at the writing
desk with his own glass of scotch, wearing black slacks and a white
shirt, open at the collar.

	"I had a shower before I left home tonight," said Shelley. "I
don't need a shower."

	"Yeah, you do," Robert contradicted him. Robert was about six
foot tall and had a medium build. He was threatening because he was a
lot bigger than Shelley, who was only five foot eight and slim. Bart
was also six foot but he had a heavy build. He was even scarier.

	"Hey, kid, we both had a shower after we got off the plane
from New York. Florida's a hot place, a man sweats a lot."

	They were both staring at him and Shelley felt very
intimidated. They were in Miami for a convention and he'd met them a
few hours ago in the hotel bar. Even though they'd joked about him
being under age, only seventeen and still in high school, they'd
bought several rounds of drinks. When the bar closed, they invited him
up to their room and he'd accepted, feeling pretty cool about it.

	Finally, Shelley decided to go along with them. It was pretty
strange but he could lock the bathroom door, after all. "Sure," he
said. "Shower would feel great."

	He got up and, feeling very self-conscious, walked into the
bathroom and locked the door. Shucking quickly out of his clothes, he
got into the bathtub and pulled the curtain. Hot water began streaming
over his collar length, light brown hair and he found himself
luxuriating in the warmth. He didn't hear anything but when he climbed
out of the tub, his clothes were gone. Wrapping a towel around his
waist, he stared into his own light brown eyes in the mirror and
wondered why he'd gotten himself involved in this. He felt real fear
tightening his stomach.

	"Very funny, guys," he said, stepping back into the hotel
room. "Now give me my clothes back."

	Bart was seated at the writing desk and Robert was still
lounging on the bed.

	"What clothes?" asked Bart. "You accusing us of taking your
clothes? That's not very nice."

	"Well, they're gone," said Shelley.

	"That's very naughty," said Robert. "Calling us thieves and
liars isn't very nice. You need your ass whipped, kid."

	"Ah, no," Shelley whispered to himself, very aware of the
towel around his waist and the carpet between his toes.

	"I think he needs his ass fucked," said Bart. "I think we
should bend him over and both of us should fuck some manners into his
tight ass."

	"I want to leave," pleaded Shelley. "I just want to get my
clothes and leave."

	"It's too late for that now," said Bart. "You can cooperate
and we'll break you in gently or you can fight and we'll rip your
asshole. What's it going to be, Shelley baby?"

	There was no way to fight, Shelley knew. "I'll, uh,
cooperate," he said.

	"Come over here," Bart ordered. "Bend over the desk."

	Shelley complied. He felt the towel ripped from his waist and
shuddered as his bottom was bared to the two men. A sharp pain on his
left buttock came simultaneously with a loud slapping noise. Shelley
jerked upright but felt Bart push him back down. "Ow!" he objected. "I
said I'd cooperate."

	Bart laughed. "I like to see my prick sliding between two red
cheeks," he said. "It's more erotic. You hold still, kid, or we'll tie
you up. I'm going to spank your bum pretty hard." Bart proceeded to
rain dozens of hard slaps on Shelley's protruding ass. Each slap
burned and stung at the same time and after a minute or two, Shelley
felt a warm, internal glow from the bottom of his back to tops of his
thighs.

	"I guess that's red enough," Bart said., running his right
hand over both cheeks of Shelley's smooth ass. Shelley had tears
streaming out of his eyes. After a few seconds he felt his ass cheeks
being held apart and a slippery forefinger poking at his anus.
Eventually the finger penetrated his anus and slid up his asshole. It
didn't hurt, even when Bart, he assumed it was Bart because he
couldn't see anything but green wallpaper, began sliding the finger in
and out of his ass.

	"How's it feel, Shelley baby?" asked Robert's voice.

	"It's OK," Shelley said truthfully.

	"Anybody ever fingerfuck your ass before?" asked Bart.

	"My girlfriend," admitted Shelley, He felt some discomfort
when a second finger joined the first and he wondered if both of them
had a finger up his ass at the same time. After a minute of two, he
felt the tight ring of his anus loosen. There was the sound of a
zipper being undone and the fingers were withdrawn from his asshole.

	"Ever had a cock in your ass?" asked Robert.

	"No," moaned Shelley. Something hot and round was pressed
against his anus.

	"So, you're a virgin," said Bart.

	"I'll fix that," said Robert.

	Shelley felt the head of Robert's penis slowly stretch his
anus. "I like to watch it going in," said Bart, off to one side.
Robert grunted and Shelley felt the head slip past his tight ring.
Robert stopped and Shelley was aware of his anus and rectum slowly
relaxing. Slowly, in contractive phases, Robert forced his cock deep
into Shelley's ass until his thighs were against the back of Shelley's
thighs and his hips tight against Shelley's hot ass cheeks.

	"Now you know what it means to be screwed up the ass, kid,"
said Robert, sliding his cock out a mere inch, then slamming back into
Shelley. He repeated this maneuver five or six times, jamming Shelley
against the edge of the desk. "How's it feel?" asked Robert.

	"It hurts," Shelley whimpered.

	"Not for long," said Bart. "In a few minutes it'll feel good.
Come on, Robert, stop messing around and start reaming his ass." In
response, Robert began longer and longer strokes, in and out of the
boy's round bottom. After awhile, five minutes or so, Shelley's entire
asshole was slack and he began to feel a sensuous tickling sensation
around the ring of his anus. "It's my turn," Bart announced.

	Robert pulled his hard cock all the way out of Shelley's
bottom and stood aside as Bart took his place. Bart's cock was thicker
and Shelley felt the stretching sensation again for a few minutes as
Bart jammed his erection into Shelley and held it still. When Bart
felt Shelley loosen up, he began methodically fucking the boy's ass.

	"Your bare bottom looks so sexy and it's so hot and tight,"
said Bart. "I'm going to fuck you hard, kid. I'm going to fuck your
fat little bum all night. Then I'm going to sleep for awhile and then
I'm going to fuck you up the ass again. You're going to think my cock
up your asshole feels normal, by the time I'm done.

	"It's hurting again," moaned Shelley.

	"Your asshole just needs to stretch a bit more," said Bart.
Shelley experienced waves of dull pain in his hind end for several
moments while Bart stayed still. Eventually, his rectum relaxed. Bart
felt the change.

	"Is your fat little bum ready for a reaming yet?" asked Bart.

	"I guess," said Shelley.

	Bart watched the thick column of his cock emerge from between
the plump, round globes of the boy's ass. "You guess what?" he asked.

	"I guess I'm ready to be fucked in my bum," said Shelley,
resigned to his fate.

	Bart slid his hard pole back up the boy's ass until his pubic
hair was compressed against Shelley's soft, white ass flesh. "Ahh," he
sighed. He pulled back, sliding his cock along Shelley's anal canal.
He pushed back, his big cock filling Shelley's ass again.

	"Ow," yelped Shelley. "It hurts again. Your cock is getting
longer."

	Bart grunted. "Just take it, you little slut. Get used to it.
It's going to be up your asshole all week. you little pig," he
continued, pulling back, then thrusting in again.

	"Please, Bart," Shelley pleaded. "Take it easy. Your cock is
getting fatter and longer and it's hurting me."

	"Let me get in there for awhile, Bart," said Robert. "I want
to fuck the slut's ass too. I'll get him ready for you."

	Bart hammered his cock up Shelley's ass a few more times, then
pulled out. Shelley felt like his asshole was wide open.

	Robert stepped between the legs of the bent-over boy and,
using his right hand, placed the tip of his cock at Shelley's anus. He
had re-lubricated himself and Shelley felt the hardness penetrate his
ass easily. Shelley could feel his bare belly sticking to the
smoothness of the desk with perspiration and he looked stolidly at the
green wallpaper in front of his eyes. There was carpet under his feet.
Laying forward with his ass sticking up in the air, Shelley felt
totally helpless as the man behind him started fucking his hard cock
in and out of Shelley's ass.

	"Do you like it now kid?" asked Robert, standing straight up
between Shelley's widely spread legs, his hands gripping Shelley's
waist as his cock plunged in and out of the boy's ass. "Do you like
feeling another man's cock in your fat little bum, kid? You're a
pretty little fucker, you know? You've got a nice, fat, round little
bum for me to fuck... "

	"Oh," moaned Shelley. "Please don't fuck my bum anymore,
Robert. Let me go and I won't tell anyone."

	Off to the side, stroking his large, erect cock, Bart laughed.
"Hey, Shelley," he said. "You haven't seen anything yet. Once we get
your sexy ass loosened up, we're going to tie you to the bed with your
cute bum up in the air. Then we're going to sell it to the rest of the
guys at this convention. When you're face down, with that long, brown
hair, they won't even know you're a boy. At least, most of them will
be too drunk to know the difference." He laughed again. "Five bucks a
bum-fuck. How does that sound, kid?"

	"Don't do this to me," pleaded Shelley, "I'm only seventeen
and I'm not gay."

	"I don't know about that," said Robert, stopping with his cock
half way up Shelley's ass. "You've got one hell of a hard-on right
now."

	Shelley realized Robert was right. He had a raging erection
bumping against the closed drawer of the hotel desk. He could also
feel his anus contracting around Robert's cock.

	"Little queer," said Bart. "You actually like Robert's cock in
your bum, don't you?"

	"No," cried Shelley. "No." He felt tears running down his
cheeks and watched them splash onto the desktop, inches from his eyes.

	"Faggot," said Robert, resuming his fucking motion, in and out
of the boy's ass. "You should be glad you have such a cute bum, kid.
Oh, damn! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come in your ass, kid."

	Shelley felt two or three hard, fast strokes in his ass, then
he felt Robert stick his cock in as far as it would go. Robert's cock
expanded in Shelley's tight asshole, then erupted into the boy.
Shelley felt Robert pumping sperm up his asshole.

	After a few minutes, Robert backed away and his cock slipped
out of the boy's slick asshole.

	"Did you come, Shelley?" asked Bart. "I'll bet if I heated up
your tail you'd blow your load all over the desk." Shelley was just
getting used to the idea he had another man's sperm inside his bum
when Bart began slapping at his ass cheeks. Each blow landed with a
stinging sensation on a wide part of one of his buttocks, forcing his
cock to slide along the smooth wood of the desk drawer. Shelley was
astonished when, after five minutes of spanking, his own cock spasmed
and shot sperm all over the desk.

	Bart laughed and stepped between the boy's spread legs. "I
guess you're as relaxed as you're going to get," he said, ramming his
big cock all the way up Shelley's ass in one motion. In fact, Shelley
immediately realized it didn't hurt. It felt good. He found himself
pushing his ass back into Bart's thighs. Over on the bed, Robert
laughed and said, "See, he wants it now, Bart. Fuck him good."

	Bart fucked his cock into Shelley's up thrust bottom for the
next ten or fifteen minutes, alternating between short, violent
strokes and long, slow strokes. "Oh, yeah," Bart was chanting. "Oh,
yeah, Shelley, up your bum, boy. Way to take it up your fat, little
bum, boy. Way to take it up your sexy little ass. That's it, fuck my
cock with your asshole. you slut. You're taking my cock like a pro."

	Suddenly, Bart spasmed. He rammed into Shelley's ass, forcing
the boy into the desk. Five times he slammed forward, his cock
shooting gobs of semen into the tight asshole. Eventually, when he
pulled his big cock free, Shelley was surprised to feel a gentle hand
caressing his bare buttocks.

	"Is it OK if I get up now," Shelley asked as Bart walked away
and collapsed onto one of the hotel beds.

	"Sure," said Robert. "Get into the bathroom and get cleaned
out. We've got work for you later."