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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Straight Boys (ffff/mm, teen, nc, forced)
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Straight boys (ffff/mm, teen, nc, forced)
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By Jari 
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer 

The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of
adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story
contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior between minors. If
you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is
purely a fantasy, a delightful one perhaps, but still a fantasy. Any
resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this
work.

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"Now what the fuck is all this about?" fourteen-year-old Jimmy asked
his best friend Scott. "Why do we stand here behind this wall in the
damned heat? I want to go home and have a drink. School was boring."

Scott, who was the same age as Jimmy, looked around him secretively to
be sure no one was around to see what he took out of his bag. "Look
what I found in Sean's room," he whispered softly.

Sean was the elder brother of Scott and Jimmy knew Scott would be in
BIG trouble if Sean found out that his little brother had taken
something from his room. So it had to be really important if Scott was
willing to take that risk. He looked how his best friend unrolled what
looked like some glossy magazine.

"Holy shit!" Jimmy exclaimed when he saw what it was. A Penthouse
magazine! He had always wanted to have a close and thorough look at
such a magazine but up to now he had only been able to throw quick
glances at it in bookstores or so. His parents were strictly opposed
to having such magazines in their house, so Jimmy had never dared to
buy one. And now Scott actually had one in his possession! "Let me see
it" he called out and reached out for the magazine.

Scott had foreseen this move and quickly moved the desired object out
of his friend's reach. "Not here," he said. "I only wanted to show you
I had it, but we have to go somewhere else to look it thru. Can we go
your place?"

"No, are you out of your mind? You know my parents don't want this in
their house. If they catch me I'll be grounded for the rest of my
miserable life! Why not go to yours?"

"Out of the question. Sean is probably missing this by now and will be
looking out for me. We have to go somewhere else."

Both boys were in deep thought for a while, their smooth, youthful
faces actually troubled by some wrinkles for a moment. Then Scott's
face lightened up: "Wait, I've an idea! A few days ago I went to that
little park down in Kennedy lane. Rosie was there and she told me
there is a woodshed in that spot at the back, y'know, where all those
trees are. She said she plays there from time to time with her
friends. It seems to be abandoned. Let's look if it's free now."

So the two teenage boys set out for the alleged woodshed. Because of
the heat they just wore just t-shirts and shorts, their sockless feet
stuck in sneakers. Being only fourteen, their legs were still almost
completely hairless. And Jimmy, being blond, would probably never have
much hair to show. Both boys were kind of skinny. In short: they
looked just like the average teenage boy of that age.

After some 10 minutes they reached the park and set out for the spot
with the trees. Because it was so hot the park was not very crowded,
most people were looking for water around to cool off. When reaching
the trees the boys just moved forward. After some 50 meters or so they
saw a wooden shed. It looked kind of shabby, but that didn't bother
them.

"Somebody out there? Rosie?" Scott called out, but no one answered. 

"Glad she isn't around" Jimmy added. "I don't like that girl. She
always acts like she is some boy or so. Last time I saw her she
suddenly jumped me and wrestled me down. She took me by surprise of
course, otherwise I would have beaten the craps out of her. She didn't
let me go but after ten minutes or so! I hate that bitch.. and those
friends of hers are also a bunch of creeps."

Scott nodded absentmindedly to the complaints of his buddy. His mind
was focused more on the magazine and the pictures of the beautiful
girls waiting for them. Otherwise he might have been tempted to tease
his friend with the fact that he had lost a fight to a girl. He opened
the half-rotten door and the boys entered the dark room. Because there
were no open windows in the shed the heat had accumulated during the
day and it fell on the two boys as if they entered a sauna.

"Pfff," Scott puffed and instantly removed his t-shirt. Jimmy followed
his example. They saw a small bench against the opposite wall and
Scott immediately walked towards it. He spread the magazine out on the
bench and knelt before it. "C'mon" he urged his friend. Jimmy
hesitated. He noticed that when they were both kneeling before the
bench, their backs would be turned towards the door that had to remain
open to let the light in. Someone could surprise them.

Scott understood what bothered his friend, but he was so fixed on the
magazine that he just beckoned Jimmy to kneel beside him. "No one will
come by and when they do we will hear their footsteps in the dry
leaves. We'll hear them well in advance," he persuaded his friend. So
Jimmy gave in and kneeled down next to Scott.

Scott gave Jimmy a knowing smirk and with trembling hands he opened
the Penthouse. The first pages were kind of disappointing with only
adds and the index of the magazine. But then a report on hookers in
San Francisco started on page 4 and both boys felt their breath
quickening when they looked at the glossy, full-page pictures of some
very beautiful girls.

"Jeez," Scott gasped, "and to think these girls are hookers! You could
just set out to find them and pay them to have sex with you." Jimmy
saw how Scott adjusted the front of his shorts. He felt some tension
in that area too and followed Scott's example.

"Yeah," Jimmy whispered, "how much would that cost?" He reached out
with his index finger and followed the outlines of one of the big
boobs of a black-haired girl that he found very attractive.

"Don't do that!" Scott hissed at his friend, "Sean will notice the
greasy stains when I've put it back. Just watch, ok?"

Jimmy sighed. "I wonder how it really feels," he said. "you know.. to
touch a girls' tit."

Scott giggled. "Very soft." 

"How would you know. You never touched one." 

"Yes I did!" 

"No way. When?" 

"When I saw Rosie the other day, you know, when she told me of this
shed, she was horsing around in the park with her friends. Somehow I
got myself involved and I started to push Rosie around a bit and then
she began to wrestle with me. You know she likes to do that," he added
smirking, remembering what Jimmy had just told him. "Anyway, at one
point my hand just slid along the front of her shirt and then I felt
her tit."

"Jeez. You really did? Has she anything there to feel then? I always
thought she was rather flat, even for a thirteen-year-old." Jimmy
asked jealously.

"I thought so too, but when I accidentally touched her I felt a really
soft rounding in my hand. Small, you know, but still.. it was very
exciting." Scott was silent for a while, probably re-living the scene
in his mind. Then he added: "It makes you wonder how such enormous,
big hooters do feel." He pointed at some big-breasted blond girl in
the magazine and shivered lightly.

"Jeez, I wish I'd been so lucky," Jimmy sighed. He turned the page and
looked straight into the wide-opened crotch of the same black haired
girl he fancied so much. She was photographed from the back, while she
was bending forwards. Her right hand reached back under her belly and
held the lips of her shaved snatch apart with two fingers. Her
beautiful, pale face looked back at the viewer, smiling mischievously.

"Holy cow! Now look at that!" Jimmy gasped. He was sporting a full
boner by now and he wished he was alone and could jerk off on the
girl. He fancied to spurt his wad on the page, right on the spot where
her open snatch was. He noticed that Scott was fidgeting around a bit
uneasy too. Although they were good friends and regularly talked about
`sex things', Jimmy had never felt the urge to jerk off together with
his friend. He didn't know how Scott felt about it but he too had
never hinted at such a thing, so he assumed Scott felt the same. `We
are straight anyway, so it would not be natural to want to jerk off
together with another guy,' Jimmy thought by himself, `I just have to
wait till tonight then.'

The boys turned some more pages. They did it in silence and kept their
thoughts to themselves. When they had finished paging thru the
magazine, Jimmy once again turned up the page of the black-haired girl
showing her snatch. He liked that picture best.

"I wonder how THAT feels" he said dreamingly.

"What do you mean," Scott asked, "touching it?"

"Too. But I meant when you put it in there.. your thing, you know. I
just wonder if it feels tight or so?"

"Next time I horse around with Rosie I'll try to put it in her. I'll
tell you afterwards how it feels" Scott joked. Both boys chuckled.

"Put what in me?" a high voice suddenly sounded behind their back. 

The boys sprang up and turned around quickly, while Scott tried to
fold up the magazine. "R.. Rosie.." he stammered, "what.. what are you
doing here?" Clumsily he let the magazine drop to his feet. It sprang
open just on the page of the pale, black haired girl exposing her
snatch. The boys saw how Rosie's eyes went wide open when she looked
at the provoking picture laying at her feet.

"Is that what you were doing? Looking at dirty pictures?" she said.
She brought two fingers to her mouth and blew a sharp whistle.
Suddenly four other girls rushed in, all about the same age as Rosie.

"Grab them, girls," Rosie pointed at the two frozen boys. The girls
seemed to have made up their minds before about what to do (they
probably had been around for some time, spying on the boys), because
everything went so quick and smoothly that the two friends found
themselves lying on their back on the floor in no time, each held down
by two girls, one on each side.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Scott yelled, "let us go or else.." He
tried to struggle himself free, but two girls were too much for him to
handle. The same applied to Jimmy.

When Rosie saw the two helpless boys struggling at her feet she
couldn't help smiling. "So you two really liked looking at those girls
in the magazine? I think it's time we girls get to see something too!"
she added viciously. The other girls chuckled.

"Let us go at once," Scott yelled. "We will tell your parents!" 

"Yeah! You just do that, Scotty, and then we will tell your parents
what you were doing before we turned up. And we tell all your friends
that you two were beaten by some girls!"

Scott and Jimmy looked at each other and were silent. They knew they
were at the mercy of Rosie and her friends, because both threats were
horrible to think of.

"What do you want us to do?" Scott asked meekly. 

"Tell me, what were you boys talking about when I came in?" Rosie
asked.

The boy's heads turned a shade of red but they didn't answer. 

"C'mon, I heard you saying something like `put it in her'. The `her'
was me, so much I understood, but what did you want to put in me?"
Rosie went on.

When the boys kept silent Rosie stepped forward and kicked Scott
against his left shin.

"Ouchh!" Scott cried out, "you shithead.. that hurts, you know!" He
saw Rosie walk to his other side and started to say: "Don't you dare
do that ag.. Ououououoouh!" His threat changed into a loud howling
when the girl gave an even harder kick against his right shin. A small
tickle of blood appeared on the bare flesh of his leg.

"For the last time: what did you want to put in me?" Rosie repeated
her question.

"My dick! I wanted to put my dick in you! But I was only joking,
ouououh" Scott howled.

Rosie smiled and said: "I thought as much. Now listen up, you guys. We
girls have decided to turn the tables on you. You wanted to put your
thing in me? Well, you can forget about that. We will instead watch
one of you put his thing into his friend!" The boys looked frightened
at each other. What did she mean? They would soon find out.

"First we want to see what you boys have to offer. Hold them tight,
girls, I'll pull their trousers down.' The boys felt how the grip of
the girls tightened even more, so they couldn't move at all now. Then
Rosie stepped up to Scott and started to tug and to pull at the boy's
trousers.

"Hey! Stop that.. no.. don't!" Scott cried out and Jimmy supported him
frantically, but before they knew what happened their trousers were
pulled down and were wrapped up around their ankles. The boys turned
pale both from anger and from embarrassment. Their private parts were
fully exposed to the eyes of the girls. Their dicks, at first still a
bit aroused from watching the Penthouse magazine, now quickly
shriveled under the scrutinizing eyes of the young girls.

After a few moment of watching the boy's private things in silence the
girls started to giggle. The boys squirmed and shifted under all this,
but they could do nothing to prevent it. Because they had removed
their shirts before, they were now as good as completely naked.

After a few minutes Rosie said "Ok girls, let's go on." 

The girls hoisted the poor boys up and then forced them to kneel down
opposite each other. With one girl on each side of them holding their
arms, the boys could do nothing but wait what the girls were up to.

Then Rosie said: "Scott, you take your friend's dick in your mouth and
suck on it".

Scott turned pale and said "Never! Do you hear? I will never take a
guy's dick in my mouth. I'm no faggot!" He tried to stand up but was
pushed back by the two girls. Rosie gave the girls a sign and they
started to apply pressure on Scott's back and neck so he was forced to
bent forward in the direction of Jimmy's groin. Scott started to swear
and utter all kind of threats to the girls. He doubled his efforts to
escape his horrible fate when his face was pushed slowly but
inevitably in the direction of his friend's groin. For a moment Rosie
was afraid that the hideous prospect of having to put his friend's
dick in his mouth would give Scott so much strength that he would be
able to free himself. But the girls on each side of him also doubled
their efforts and they were able to restrain the struggling boy.

Inch by inch Scott's lips, which he held tightly shut now by the way,
approached his friend's limp dick. When he was very close a musky odor
that arose from Jimmy's sweaty crotch entered Scott's nose. He almost
retched. Then his lips actually touched Jimmy's dick. He felt the
soft, strange texture of his friend's tube of male flesh. Scott knew
he would never open his mouth to let Jimmy's penis in, so he just
tried to endure his fate. He expected the girls would soon grow tired
of the game when nothing else would happen. And then he and Jimmy
would have to think of a plan how to get even with the girls.

Up to now Jimmy had been more concerned with Scott's fate than that of
his own. He was of course not happy with the prospect of having his
dick touched by an other guy, so he too squirmed and struggled to
avoid it. But on the other hand he was all too glad that it wasn't him
that was forced to take a guy's dick in his mouth. He shivered at the
thought. But for the rest: having his genitals exposed to these girls
was annoying, embarrassing even, but he had to admit that it was also
rather exciting. He was sure he would have some good jerk-off sessions
later on, lying in his bed and picturing this situation again. But it
was obvious that Scott was in a much more difficult situation, even if
Jimmy was convinced that his friend would never open his mouth to let
Jimmy's dick go in.

Jimmy saw Scott's face approach his groin until it hovered for a few
moments just above his dick. He could feel the warm breath of air that
Scott was exhaling thru his nose, right unto his limp dick. That felt
a bit weird. Then Jimmy felt the soft and moist lips of his friend
actually touch his manhood. He started to panic a bit. A feeling of
tension began to rise in his groin, a feeling which was all too
familiar to him! It meant his dick was starting to rise! How could
that happen when he was abhorred by the idea of having his dick
touched by another guy? With all his will power Jimmy tried to think
of something else than that strange, exciting feeling in his groin. He
closed his eyes shut and thought of all kinds of weird things but
nothing seemed to be able to take the sexual tension away.

He heard Scott yell at him: "Hey Jimmy, what are you doing man?" He
knew that the worst thing that could happen was actually happening:
his penis was rising in front of his friend's mouth! Jimmy turned
beet-red en began to squirm and pull and struggle to escape the strong
grip of his tormentrices. In vain of course. Soon his penis was
pointing upwards in full glory, standing up against his belly,
throbbing lightly, only a few inches away from Scott's face.

The girls got very excited when watching Jimmy's penis grow fat and
rise upwards. They got out little "Eeks!" and "Look at that!" and then
they pushed Scott's lips with even more force against Jimmy's boner.
Scott began to curse, but because (for obvious reasons) he didn't want
to open his mouth, it all came out kind of muffled.

"Open your mouth, Scott!" Rosie ordered him. But Scott just uttered
some more unintelligible sounds and kept his lips tightly shut.

"Ok. If you want it the hard way.. ". Rosie's threat just hung in the
air. She bent forwards and suddenly Scott felt a tormenting pain in
his balls. Rosie had taken them from behind in her right hand and was
squeezing them tight.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH.. STOP.. YOU ARE KILLING ME!!" Scott cried out in panic.
In order to do that he had to open his mouth of course, but he just
couldn't help it. The pain was mortifying! Immediately Rosie pushed
his head down and Jimmy's erected dick slid partly into Scott's open
mouth. Scott immediately pulled his head back again, but then Rosie
took his balls in an even tighter grip and also twisted them round a
bit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW.." Scott couldn't help it but his mouth just went
open to let out an agonizing scream. Immediately Rosie pushed his
mouth back again over his friend's dick and this time she kept his
head in place, while applying even more pressure to his balls.

"Now you just start sucking your friend's dick or I'll crush your
balls, boy!" she threatened.

Poor Scott! He really had no choice but to give in. His balls felt as
if they were on fire, and the only way to lighten the pressure was to
suck his friend's dick. When Rosie saw Scott's head starting to move
up and down along Jimmy's erection she let go of his balls.

"Now you just go on or else.. " she said.

Scott was sure he would have to puke any moment. The taste of Jimmy's
dick made him sick, especially when a strange, kind of salty taste
entered his mouth. At first Scott didn't realize what it was, but then
it struck him like lightning: it was Jimmy's pre-cum! He realized that
Jimmy was on the point of cumming and that in a few moments his mouth
would get filled with his friend's semen! He absolutely panicked! If
that would happen he was sure he would die of shame and embarrassment!
He noticed how the big fat pole that filled his mouth seemed to
stretch out even more. Scott knew these signs: Jimmy was on the verge
of shooting his load! Into his mouth! He wanted to shout to Jimmy to
hold back and to the girls to let him go and to... but too late!
Jimmy's rod began to jerk spasmodically and a big load of a lukewarm,
sticky fluid was shot against the back of his throat, immediately
followed by another load and another and another..! Scott mouth
couldn't hold the big load of the gooey stuff and some of it dripped
out of the corner of his mouth while he was moaning with agony. He
felt how Rosie removed her hand from the back of his head and
immediately he withdrew his head from his friend's dick. Unfortunately
Jimmy wasn't quite finished shooting, so a last wave of cum hit
straight on Scott's face. The white stripe of slimy cum that leaked
slowly down the fourteen-year-old boy's face formed a visible evidence
of his humiliation that had just taken place.

The girls were all very excited from what they had witnessed and were
shouting and yelling at each other. Some exchanged high-fives. They
forgot to hold the boys in a firm grip, so Jimmy was able to free
himself and to stand up. In one quick movement he pulled up his
trousers and zipped up. Then he looked down at Scott who also was free
now from the girl's hands. Strangely enough Scott hadn't moved yet and
kept on kneeling down, his face averted to the ground. Jimmy put his
hands under his friend's armpits and hoisted him up on his feet.

"C'mon Scott, pull your trousers up, they can still see your, eh,
stuff dangling around," he warned his friend. When Scott didn't made
any movement Jimmy bent down once more and pulled his friend's
trousers up for him. Jimmy got a bit angry with his friend. He wanted
to get out of the shed as soon as possible and forget the whole
affaire, but Scott didn't cooperate at all. He clumsily zipped up
Scott's trousers, leaving the top button open. The girls then started
to run away, out of the shed, still yelling and shouting amongst each
other.

"C'mon, Scotty, let's go too. And let us swear to never tell anybody
about what just happened, ok? And when the girls should talk we flatly
deny everything. No one will believe them anyway." He grabbed their
t-shirts from the floor. Then his eye fell on the trace of cum still
shining on his friend's face. He took a corner of his t-shirt, then
checked himself and replaced it by Scotts t-shirt and wiped the
remains of his own semen from his friend's face. When his hand
accidentally touched some of the slimy stuff Jimmy shivered
involuntarily. He took his friend by the arm and pulled him out of the
shed.

The sudden bright light and the heat of the sun seemed to bring back
some life in Scott. With an angry move he pulled himself free from
Jimmy's grip.

"Just you let go of me," he snarled.

Jimmy looked a bit surprised at his friend. "What's the matter with
you? I couldn't help what happened in there, could I? I was just as
much forced to go along with it as you were, remember?"

"Yeah, sure. But you sure seemed to like a lot what you did!" Scott
shouted. He spat on the ground a few times to get rid of the remains
of his friend's semen. "Yuck!" he added with a twitched face.

Jimmy felt getting a bit angry. "Now let's be fair. You didn't seem to
mind so much to put your mouth at my dick too!"

He hadn't finished those words when Scott threw himself head first on
his friend. Jimmy fell on his back with Scott on top of him. Scott
started to pound on his friend's face with quick, hard punches. This
was no play, no horsing around, no: Scott really wanted to hurt his
friend this time. Jimmy could do not much more than holding up his
arms to defend himself. But several punches hit Jimmy's face real hard
and soon he started to bleed out of his nose. After a few minutes
Jimmy felt kind of groggy and wasn't able to hold up his arms any
longer. Scott gave some more hard punches on his friend's face, which
was now completely open and defenseless against his attacks.

Then Scott seemed to think Jimmy had enough and he stopped his
vigorous attacks. He checked himself while sitting on his friend's
chest, panting, his clenched fists still hovering above Jimmy's face.
He looked down on his hurt friend who was lying underneath him, his
face averted with his eyes closed, blood running all over his face and
his bare chest.

"You dirty faggot!" he shouted at him, "what did you think spewing
your stuff in my mouth! Why couldn't you hold back, you moron, filling
me up with your filthy goo. You must have liked it to put your thing
into my mouth or you never could have cum. Yuck!" Scott spat again on
the ground a few times. "I never want to see you again, you fag!" he
added, standing up. Then, without looking back, he walked away.

After a while Jimmy slowly lifted himself up a bit and watched his
friend disappearing in the distance. He felt embarrassed by the harsh
words of Scott. It made him wonder: had he really liked what Scott had
done to him? Was he actually a faggot? He started to cry.

Then he stood up slowly, picked up the two t-shirts that had fallen to
the ground. He hesitated a moment whether he would leave Scott's shirt
behind, but then he shrugged and started to follow his friend Scott.
He was sure however to keep a safe distance between them.


The End

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