I’ve always admired David very much. He was one of those guys who matured fast. He has broad shoulders and heavy muscles. All the girls went for him, which was fine by me, because I really wasn’t interested in girls anyway. I always thought so much of David, that I was glad that he got what he wanted—namely girls.
As head of the football team, it was almost imperative that he be popular or one could say the other way around; that because he was head of the football team he was popular. That sort of goes hand in hand. At any rate, being such a close friend of his, I more or less always basked in the limelight that was on from him. So I was never without girls.
The only problem was I really couldn’t see what the other guys saw in girls. There were several of them in my class that were really sweet kids, brainy and all that, and we were friends. There was Shirley, Janey, and Daphne, and a couple of others. They were the brainy kids. And I liked them and they liked me. The whole bunch of us got along fine together. But they weren’t the girls that David dated. They weren’t the playgirls, or the popular girls. They were just the girls who made all the best marks. They were not the girls who had dates, except maybe for Beth. Beth had everything. She really wasn’t interested in guys, not then anyway. I understand, a couple of years later she did all right, but that was only after she went to college.
David and I had always been close. What I really felt about him I didn’t really understand until the year we went away to college after high school graduation. We both went to the same school and we registered together and we asked to be roommates because that’s what we both wanted, and we got it. So I was like in seventh heaven because David was my roommate. David, the greatest guy in the world, my idol.
You really have to see David to believe it and I saw him, day in and day out. I used to lie in my bed at night to watch him disrobe. He was so handsome, I just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was over six feet tall and he had these wide shoulders with bulging muscles, smooth, blond skin, darkened that fall by the amount of time he’d spent at the beach, except where his swimming trunks had come and there was a line of very white flesh.
But I think his cock had interested me more. I used to get all tight and hard inside and my prick would go stiff whenever I’d see his cock. It was huge!
I guess it must have been all of ten inches long and four… maybe four-and-a-half inches around. Big thing. It was a real monster. I could always see his balls peeping out from behind it. Those big, beautiful, round, gorgeous balls in their pale sac. They always quivered slightly.
He would stand there in front of the mirror flexing his biceps and triceps. With his legs slightly apart, flexing them too. He would stand naked and admire himself. And me, I’d just lie back on the bed and admire him, because he was so damn good-looking and I wanted him so badly that I ached all over from wanting him.
As the days went on into weeks, I stopped trying to hide the fact that every time I saw him naked I got erect. Instead, little by little, I began to show him that he turned me on.
“Hey, Mike,” he said, “what’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong with me,’ Dave?” I questioned, looking up from the bed where I was lying watching him watch himself in the mirror. “Is my skin funny, or something?”
“No, man,” he said, laughing. “But your cock’s stiff. You got a girlfriend that you’re thinking about?”
I blushed. “No, I wasn’t thinking about a girl, I really wasn’t thinking about anything much,” I said and my face turned from red to scarlet. I felt myself getting hot all over. Beneath the covers my cock was jerking away like mad and I felt myself building up into a terrific climax.
Groaning, I threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom to beat my meat.
“Hey, man,” David called after me, still laughing, “The way you’re acting you’d think I was turning you on.”
I turned at the door and gave him one long look, expressing the agony of my frustrated love, before dashing into the bathroom and slamming the door. I left him alone to think about it for awhile.
Standing over the toilet, I forced my stiff prick down, so that it faced into the watery bowl and began to run my hand smoothly and evenly up and down my prick, encouraging it to shoot. I was just about to come, when the bathroom door opened and Dave stuck his head in.
“Hey, man,” he said. “You’re going about it all wrong.”
I turned and looked at him. “What do you mean,” I gasped, my breath coming in short, sharp staccato wheezes.
“Come here and I’ll show you,” he said as he moved over behind me. And in an instant his fingers had replaced mine, and he was massaging my prick for me. And while I didn’t feel the sharp aching pain that I had been feeling when I was beating myself off, I did not come as quickly as I usually would.
His fingers were warm and firm on my flesh, and their soothing gentleness worked up and down over my uncircumcised foreskin, kneading the flap back and forth, slipping it up and over and down and over my cockhead.
He felt the slight tremor that my meat always gives just before it shoots, and in that instant he changed his grip, holding me steadily and firmly down into the toilet bowl.
In a fraction of a second I felt the long ripple of desire shake across my body and my load came squirting out the end of my cock to splash hissingly down into the toilet, making a sharp, deep groove in the still water in the bowl.
Astonished, I watched the cloudy whiteness as it slowly spread, mingling with the yellowish water in the toilet bowl. The opaque cloud spread all over the surface of the water before our eyes. I stirred it with my hand and pushed the flushing lever down.
I felt his body up against mine, hot and sweaty, with his cock getting stiff right up against the crack of my ass. And even though I had just shot, I wanted him so badly that I trembled all over. I steadied myself by holding on to the lever so that I wouldn’t fall over on my side.
“You sure are weak!” he said, as his hands came up to my waist, his fingers encircling it and gripping into my flesh. “You’re all right?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine in a minute,” I said, lying partially, knowing that I was all right now, but loving the touch of his fingers. “Yes, in a minute, I’ll be fine.” I took a deep breath and straightened up.
But he helped me back to the bed, keeping his hands on my waist all the while. I felt him adjust his grip, as he lay me down among the rumpled covers.
“Hey, babe,” he said, nonchalantly, “you sure take these things hard.” He stood up, releasing me, and I felt myself getting suddenly weak. “Look, just lie still,” he added. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Turning on his heel, he strode quickly into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water in the sink, and the soft splashing of running water hitting a cloth. A couple of seconds later he came out with a damp soapy cloth, which he used to wipe off my sticky penis.
Lying back, relaxing and closing my eyes, I still knew that it was his hands and that they were his fingers that were clasped so firmly and yet so gently around my pecker. I felt myself going stiff again with the joy of knowing that he was handling me, him and no other.
“Hey, look Babe,” he said with startlement in his voice. “This is going a little bit too far. First you get stiff for no reason at all, then you only jerk off when I’m there to hold you, and now you’re getting stiff again. Look, what is it with you? You queer, or something?”
“Only over you,” I said, making it a joke. Then I opened my eyes and looked straight into his eyes, not once veering away from his face. “I guess I’m just going through one of those times that we all seem to go through occasionally, when I just can’t help but get stiff time after time, after time, after time. It really is rather a bore.”
“Yeah,” he said, agreeing with me, a peculiar looking smile on his face. “It does get to be rough at times, I know.”
At this last phrase of “I know,” his eyebrows went up, and his eyes locked with mine. It was almost as if he were trying to tell me some thing special; something like he knew what my feelings were toward him, but he wasn’t going to come out directly and say so. At least that’s the way I wanted to interpret it.
Even though he’d wiped my meat thoroughly clean by this time, he kept on rubbing the wet face cloth across and around my prick, until I was stiff again. I had closed my eyes, but opening them I glanced down at his crotch and saw his monster was standing straight up in the air, and quivered with desire. His balls had pulled themselves back into his ass.
“You know,” he said, looking at me carefully, swinging his head and his body around as his eyes traveled down the length of me. “I never realized… you are very pretty.” His eyes came back to my face and held my eyes. The word pretty rang again and again in my ears. He had sort of hesitated before saying it as though it were unfamiliar for him to say it to someone like me-which I’m sure it was-he was used to calling girls pretty but not men.
“Do you want me?” I whispered, hoarsely. “You can have me if you want me. I’m yours.”
He looked at me, quizzically, and he looked down the length of me again. Then his hand went to his crotch and began to massage himself gently.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded.
“Okay, roll over!” he said very business-like. As he tossed the towel down that he had been wiping me off with, I rolled over onto my stomach, spreading my legs slightly apart to make it easier for him to get up into my asshole.
I felt his weight shift on the bed and I felt the mattress protest as he brought all his weight down onto his knees and rested them between my slightly spread legs.
Sweating and groaning with anticipation, I lay on my belly trembling with delight that David, my hero, was going to be mine.
I had longed for this moment… I had dreamed of it for almost two years. On one hand, I hadn’t admitted to myself that I wanted him this way; on the other hand, in my most wild fantasies, I had had him many times. I hadn’t thought of it quite in this manner, so calm and business-like. I was actually a little bit afraid. This was the first time for me.
I felt his big calloused hands. They felt very gentle on my ass. He parted my flesh, seeking my puckered round hole. When I felt his finger pressing against my anus, I nearly jumped for the shocking joy of it. The warmth of his fingers and the delightful pressure created a small wave of titillation racing up my body and making it tremble even more.
Then I felt a growing heat and realized that his prick was a bare fraction of an inch away from my ass flesh. I turned my head around to watch, getting it as far cocked sideways as possible. But I couldn’t see much because my own rounded ass was in the way.
The best I could do was to glance up over my tightly gathered and trembling bum to see the dark, quivering mass of his bush from which his prick emerged, tall and heavy and stiff.
Then, suddenly, I felt heat, a thousand times more than anything I ever felt, and pain, sharp, stabbing rushes of pain tore across my ass, and up my back. My spine shuddered ferociously under the harsh assault.
He was entering me! That was what told me. The blinding flashes, one right after another, so they seemed almost continuous but not quite, were the signs to me that he was entering my virgin asshole.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had offers before, it was just that I had always turned them down, because it had always been David… David… David. I never had wanted anybody else, and now I was getting what I wanted.
Behind my ear I could hear the panting rasp of his short breath as he drove himself down into me. His desire mounting with each new short stroke that pushed him just that much further into my ass.
Luckily, when I slipped over onto my belly, I had grabbed ahold of my cock without realizing what I was doing, and rubbed it up across my belly so that when it began to get stiff again from his attention and the rubbing that his balls were doing against my balls, I wasn’t stuck with my prick going down my leg. Instead it was up my belly and perfectly able to get stiff lying along that flesh.
Beneath my tense belly muscles I could feel my prick as it began to get stiff. Each time he drove himself that much deeper into me, its throbbing became that much more pronounced and it began to get stiffer all on its own. His huge cock was causing me delightful agony. Sharp pains continued to thrust their way right up my back and across my shoulders where his hands had grasped for support as well as leverage, and his fingers were digging into my muscles, piercing straight through to the bone. My whole body shook and writhed as he drove further and further into me, and I got stiffer and stiffer down below.
Finally, I was so fucking stiff that every time my cock jerked it forced my thighs up through the air. As I soared into rhythm with him, each time he would thrust my member would jerk.
Finally, with a massive groan, he imbedded his prick to the hilt and stayed upon me with all his weight, crushing me beneath his heavy body.
“Fuck, you!” he whispered coarsely in my ear, as his tongue began to oscillate in quick sideway strokes across the very bottom of my fleshy earlobe.
I squealed with delight and reared up my ass, lifting him off his knees.
Suddenly he sank his teeth gently into my lobe. I fell back down onto the bed, forcing myself down.
“Take it easy, Babe,” he hissed in my ear. “There’s only one of me and I won’t do a fucking bit of good if I get clobbered in the middle.”
He began to ride me now, rhythmically, coming up and down on me, pulling his prick out on the back stroke and slamming it down into my asshole, as he flopped back down on me. At first it hurt like hell, and then my flesh began to get used to it and I even began to like it, especially when I felt the muscles in my anus gathering as he pulled out and relaxing as he shoved in. The pain was less now… the pleasure more.
I guess he must have ridden me fourteen, sixteen times before, suddenly, on an upstroke he stiffened. As he came plunging down into me, he smothered a cry in the back of my head against my long hair. I felt his cock jerk violently, the length being inside of me.
He shot! His stump tore into my unaccustomed flesh, burning at it. I opened my mouth to scream and forced my teeth shut onto the softness of the pillow, smothering the noise in the shapelessness of my bite with feathers.
In the next instant, my half-squashed cock practically flipped itself over madly and squirted. I felt its load of come wash warmly across my chest, and saturate the covers directly beneath the center of my stomach, At first it was warm, and then as the warmth subsided, it became kind of a cold and soggy feeling to my flesh, and instinctively I drew back my stomach, quivering at the very thought of touching that sticky mess.
His hands still on my shoulders, he lifted himself up, bracing his arms up stiff with a quick fluidity of subtle muscles that thrust me quivering against the mattress as he hauled himself off of me. I felt him back on his heels still up on the bed, and reached down over the side for the previously discarded towel.
With a grunt he heaved himself off the bed, as he wrapped the wetness around his limp penis and walked across the room without another word.
I lay stock still on the bed, feeling the pseudo numbness of relief and satisfaction wash across my whole body. It was a couple of seconds before the actual relief set in. I felt as though I were in heaven. And then I felt myself falling… falling… falling down almost into the mattress itself.
My limbs became limp and heavy, logged with exhaustion. Darkness closed slowly around me. Its soothing velvety dinginess wrapping quiet fingers across my body.
And thus, I slept deeply.
The next morning David was up and gone, even before I woke up and I didn’t have a chance to think of it because I had overslept and spent the rest of the time between then when I woke and getting to class. It was a mad scramble to shave and dress and be in class on time. Furthermore, we had a full round of important classes that morning, and each one, it seemed had chosen that day for the professor to impart to us certain very grave and important facts from the class. I didn’t think about it until I finally slowed down to grab a bit to eat sometime early in the afternoon.
What struck me as strange was the fact that David had left without even awaking me. It had never happened before. Coincidental was the fact that he had buggered my asshole just that night before and, also, coupled with the additional fact that he had—when I came really right down to looking at it in a rational light—buggered me as though he were ashamed of the very fact of what I was.
Why, I asked myself, what am I really. I didn’t think I was a whore, or anything like that, but I had to face one fact, I did love David, very much, and I loved him in a totally sensual manner. I wanted him. I wanted him like I wanted him last night. I wanted him right at that instant, and as I thought about it, I saw my cock distending and growing hot with swelling gorges of blood. I felt the itching start, right in front of my balls, slowly making its way up my stiffening cock until the whole length of my prick was not only stiff, but itching madly with desire.
I wasn’t hungry anymore, but I forced myself to swallow the rest of the hamburger, French fries and coke. It tasted the same, it all went down dry. All the time I sat there bolting it down, I felt my cock getting harder and harder.
As soon as I was finished, I grabbed my books and ran from the cafeteria, heading straight toward the door.
It was a good sprint, and by the time I made it to the side entrance I was doubled over and sharp pains were jabbing through my lungs. Spots were jumping before my eyes. I was breathless, I was windless and I was practically stumbling on my feet. But I prided myself that I had made it before I had shot.
I fumbled for the keys, unlocked the door and fell in as I turned the lock.
The room was jammed full of boys.
In my shock, I tripped and ended up on my hands and knees. From that position I looked up and around the room. I couldn’t believe what I had seen that first second. But looking again, I realized it was true. There were at least half a dozen of David’s college friends sitting around the room with grins on their faces, that knowing look, the superior gazes down the ends of their nose. All of them staring at me. I knew I was in for a hell of a rough time. Just how rough I didn’t yet know.
“What are you in such a fuckin’ hurry for Mike,” Dave asked as I came to my feet slowly.
I blushed, and then I grinned stupidly and shrugged my shoulders. “Oh, I don’t know,” I gasped. “I guess I just felt like running.”
His gaze dropped down to my crotch, and I’m sure he realized what my haste had been. In fact, I know he realized why I had been in such a hurry because of the smile that spread slowly across his face. He chuckled.
“What is it, Dave?” I asked needlessly. I already knew what was probably going to happen.
He walked up to me. He put a hand on each side of my face, on my cheeks, and he wiggled my head back and forth. “Oh, baby,” he said gloatingly. “So sincere, and yet such a glorious reputation.”
My eyes locked with his. I felt myself getting very angry. “Thanks for the free advertising,” I snapped.
He looked at me. His brown eyes widening with impish mock innocence. “Well, I thought, that’s what you’d enjoy. You liked it so last night, that I thought you would want more—lots more of the same.”
I cleared my eyes. My knees felt weak. I simply wanted to fall down on the floor and pass out. But I couldn’t. A black cloud passed in front of my mind and I could think of nothing except: “Why Dave? Why are you doing this to me? I love you. I have always loved you. And I… I….”
His brittle laughter cut across my words, and his hands left my cheeks. “You fucking fairy!” he said, snarling sarcastically. “Did you think I’d fall for anything so stupid as that? Do you think I’d want something like you? If I want sex, I’ll get me a woman. A real woman.”
“I see,” I said, taking a slow deep breath. My eyes opened, staring straight at his. “Well, then, you will excuse me if I go somewhere else. And I’ll thank you and your little playmates to be gone by the time I get back. Give me a couple of hours and I’ll clear out my stuff.”
He laughed. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, sweetheart,” he snarled.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” I retorted quickly. “But just to get away from you if that’s the way you really feel, you and your friends.” Behind me I felt for the knob. My hand wandering back and forth across thin air, searching for the roundness and the solidarity of the doorknob.
“Hey,” one of the others in the group spoke up quickly. “You ain’t gonna let this little fairy bitch go without fucking her ass off are you.” The short speech was followed by a nasty laugh. And someone else put in; “Naw, we want to have a piece of her tail too, to find out how much more fun she claims it is than pussy.”
I was really afraid now, and shrank back against the door. “Stay away from me,” I yelled, my voice jumping about three octaves to a high girlish screech. “You just keep to yourselves, you damn bastards. I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re just a bunch of fuck-mad maniacs. You’ll take anything on just to satisfy your animal instincts.”
“Well,” another one said, standing up, putting his hands on his hips. “We never said we were any different than you, we only state that we’re normal; while you’re as queer as a fuckin’ three dollar bill.”
“Well, I never thought,” another one said, standing up, “never in a month of Sundays would I run across one of these things.”
One by one they had stood up. Starting with Dave—their ringleader, and apparently the instigator of this little game—they began to circle around me. In one desperate lunge I tried to get the door open and back myself out before they could get ahold of me.
In the next instant, I was tackled and felled straight down to the floor as half of the freshman football squad jumped on me. The only thing I can say to their benefit was that it was probably the best and most coordinated tackle they’d ever made.
As hard as I could, I tried to fight them off. But there were seven of them and only one of me, and I was on the bottom at the moment. I fought. Very hard. I kicked, I bit, I scratched, I socked a couple of them in the gut. I know I knocked one of them out of the running when my boot landed right in the middle of his groin.
He doubled over, his face going purple, his hands clutching at the air in front of his broken prick, as he fell down in the corner stunned.
But the others realized what had happened to him, and became all the more infuriated with me, redoubled their effort.
In a few moments I was stripped naked of all my clothing and laid out spread-eagled on the floor on my belly. As I lay there panting and dripping with sweat from the violent exertion of a few moments before, I felt a pair of feet between my spread thighs.
“Watch as closely as you can, fellows,” I heard David’s voice saying. “I’ll go first and show you what to do and how to do it. I mean, you know, it’s basically the same man, like fucking a dame. But there are one or two fine points. Such as this one.”
Behind me I heard him spit and I heard him rub the callused flesh of his palms together. Then, as he knelt, I knew he had at least lubricated his prick, by rubbing his wet palms across it. In the next instant I felt the sudden heat of onslaught as his lubricated cock came down and touched the entrance to my asshole.
He brought his fingers down too and spread my trembling cheeks apart; the better to drive straight into me.
I heard him take a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew was coming next.
Fire and ice combined shot across my asshole as he plunged in on the first stroke, to the hilt of his ten inches. Driving himself all the way up into me, he paused before yanking back.
I felt the burning heat of his cock as it plunged down the length of my asshole. And waves of masochistic pleasure shuddered across my body making me tremble in every limb. I groaned and tried to get my ass up off the floor. But the two heavy weights that were literally sitting on my legs did not budge, and I was not either strong enough, or in such a position that I could begin to dump them off my limbs.
The same was true of my two arms. And someone was holding my head as well, so that my nose was painfully being ground into the hard wood of the floor.
I think my tormentor was doing it deliberately. Because simply to have held my head would not have meant that he need to smash my face in as well. I think they had decided I wasn’t going to enjoy this no matter how much I might want it. And therefore they were holding me down with undue verve.
In six quick strokes that burned all the way up my backbone and all the way along my gut, my hero David, brought himself to climax. My whole body tensed as I felt the ripple along his prick indicating his imminent ejaculation. And in the next instant he shot.
I felt the heat of his scum as it poured into me, rolling deep within my gut. I also felt the relief as he pulled out, almost immediately.
The muscles in my ass sagged down on themselves and relaxed, but only for an instant. He got up and was replaced by another one.
From here on I really don’t know who it was each time who fucked me. All I know is that David was replaced by another member of the freshman team.
Two hands, large, callused and fairly brutal, forced my ass flesh apart. And two big round, bony knees slapped themselves quickly down and against the quivering flesh on my thighs, grinding into the slack of skin on the inside of my thighs, and smashing it bruisingly into the floor, tearing it slightly. A voice behind me grunted a couple of times. A deep soprano sound. Then I felt a cock that made David’s feel positively puny.
This one had not bothered to lubricate himself. But it wasn’t really necessary because of David’s come, I was lubricated fortunately. So despite his size, and his deliberate ferocity, he slid quickly and smoothly into my gut, tearing my anus open as the heavy girth of the last fraction of his pecker bored straight into my body.
I screamed loudly; opening my mouth I let the wail of agony be torn easily from the base of my throat.
But as I drew breath to scream again, my head was whipped around sideways, and some wooly, soft material—I think the corner of a blanket—was ignominiously thrust into my mouth. So much of it in fact was shoved between my teeth that now, not only could I not close my mouth, but I was practically choked and smothered on the suffocating amount.
In fact, I’m quite sure that if I had suffocated and died, they wouldn’t have cared. And they would have had a convincing alibi to cover their whereabouts at the time of my death.
But that’s neither here nor there. At this very instant ‘big prick’ was having himself an absolute ball at my asshole.
Apparently, he was fairly experienced in the ways of women, and maybe even not so unexperienced in the ways of Greek fucking. Because he was doing a job on me that was sending me right through the roof. He knew exactly where to hit, and how hard to hit, and how much I could take before he switched positions, from a sideways wiggling motion, to a back and forth thrusting motion, to a circular gyration. Then he’d start again.
He drove in and out of me until I started to go numb. Suddenly he stopped, and while he was totally in me began to gyrate his hips sideways instead of thrusting.
Each time he hit one or the other of the sides of my anus, I split a fraction more, and waves of sharp stinging pain, alternating between the left and the right sides, smashed up my body. Then, suddenly he stopped again and began to smash up and down on my prick more or less rotating himself all the way around so that he was forcing my anal muscles to stretch beyond even their own capacity.
I think he fully well knew what I didn’t know then, but realize now. The anal muscles of a man or a woman are not nearly so elastic as a woman’s cunthole muscles. So while he was enjoying himself and having fun, he was tearing me up inside.
Pretty soon I felt his huge monster of a cock jerk. Instead of pressing himself down, he pulled himself almost all the way out, until only his cock head and his corona was still inside me.
When he shot, his scum, instead of going deep into me, squirted out around the edges and stung as it sank into the myriad splits and cuts in my overstretched asshole.
I tried to scream, but my voice was effectively muffled by the blanket that was stuffed so thoroughly in my mouth. All I could do was moan, and groan, and sort of whimper in the back of my throat. My mouth felt very dry, even though I knew my tongue was salivating madly. But it was all being absorbed by that fucking blanket. My throat was slowly drying out. I kept swallowing this lump in the back of it from pure, sheer dryness.
I felt him leave me, and my whole ring of muscle collapsed as waves of pain washed across my shuddering body. I felt blackness closing in around me. And faintly I heard a voice say; “The fucking little buggin’ bastard fainted. What do you think we’re going to do?”
“Throw a glass of cold water in her face,” was the sarcastic reply. “There’s four of us to go, yet.”
And the next thing I actively remember was, the sharp sudden coldness of wet water landing on my face and head before it dribbled down the sides of my neck onto the floor. I gasped from the shock and came completely awake, blinking my eyes several times.
“She’s awake, go ahead.”
Suddenly, there was another pair of knees between my thighs. And another cock was shoved up my ass. This one wasn’t so big as the one before, and didn’t hurt as much. But unfortunately, ‘big prick’ had taken care of that very nicely. I was so damned sore that I couldn’t have lain still if I had tried.
My whole body was writhing and turning underneath my tormentor, so that the four who held me down were actually having problems and I could hear their grunts and groans and I could feel the fingers of their hands as their short nails dug into my flesh on my arms and on my thighs. But I kept bucking as hard as I could.
I don’t think I was really thinking now. I was just reacting. They had no right to do this. They weren’t going to finish it. If they had to do it to me unconsciously that was something else again. As far as I was concerned, they weren’t going to do it with me conscious.
My whole body threw itself spasmodically and violently around. My muscles were twisting and pulling torturously. I know I pulled several of them, driven nearly insane by the agony of the driving cock up my ass. I bucked until it went away.
I heard the crushing behind me and I felt the foot heel first come down on my spine.
My whole body arched convulsively as the hard plastic heeled shoe smashed into the small of my back.
After that, everything went black. I don’t remember anything at all for several hours, when I woke up alone.
At first I thought I was dreaming. But as my eyes focused and adjusted, I realized I was still lying on the floor and it was nighttime. There was a faint light coming in through the window. But the door was closed. My mouth was still stuffed with the blanket.
Pawing feebly at my face, I managed to get the blanket out of my mouth, and took several deep gulps of air before attempting to move much further at all.
My back was screaming with wracks of pain and my arms were numb, as well as my legs, as well as my whole ass area, as well as my nose.
I started to roll over onto my back so I could get to my feet and hardly begun the maneuver when I stopped dead as very live and active pains tore along my body. My whole belly and diaphragm went into sharp spasmodic convulsions.
What the fucking hell, I thought to myself. Have they broken my back for me? But I gritted my teeth and pulled my knees together, and then up under me, pushing at the same time with the palms of my hands against the floor. Slowly and agonizingly, I came up onto my hands and knees.
I felt the blackness falling back around me. But I gritted my teeth with even greater determination and held on until the waves of blinding pain subsided, and the blackness had left conscious forepart of my mind.
With slow and infinite caution, I came to my feet. Finding I could stand fairly erect, and that nothing fell to the floor and clattered, nothing pierced through anywhere, such as broken bones through torn flesh, there was nothing but a mass of aches and bruises, I began to feel a lot better.
I staggered quickly and quietly to the door, finding it locked, I slid the other bolt home so that nobody could come in. Turning around I checked the window and saw that the shade was pulled down so that no one could see in from the outside.
Then I reached over and turned on the light switch. The sudden blaze of the low watt bulb in the ceiling blinded me for a moment. And I sagged weakly against the door. But I forced myself altogether again and moved with slow, staggering, short paces across the room to the full-length mirror that was on the closet door.
Opening the door, I was prepared for anything. So I didn’t faint from the shock of seeing my legs, my knees, my elbows, my face, all black and blue and purple from bruises and broken blood vessels.
Looking more closely at my face, I realized that from the angle it was perched, that my nose itself was broken, And further down, I looked at my prick, which was beginning to hurt, with a deep pain, like it had been beaten. Sure enough, it was all shriveled and blue, and red, and sometimes even black where occasionally, the blood had broken through the surface of the skin and lay in small black patches between the glowing greens, blues, purples and reds that dotted and blunted across my whole prick, my balls, my groin and my ass.
I realized that after I had fallen unconscious they had all done the job on my sublime body. And then they had turned me over and someone had beaten me with a whip. Because there were welts all down in between my thighs. It could only come from either a belt or a whip.
And I saw those belts that had been used at that very instant, standing in the closet, hanging from a hook beside the mirror. I think I was meant to see them. They were so obviously placed. And there was still crusted blackened blood.
It was my belt. One of the most prized possessions that I owned. Because my father had given it to me. So this, I thought, this is the end of it. The end of David, the end of everything. And in that instant I wanted to lie down and cry.
But I knew I couldn’t—I didn’t have time to succumb to the overwhelming emotions that threatened me at the moment. I didn’t know what horrors my parents would think, when they found out. I only knew that they would reject me because of the way they were. They were very religious, and very honest. But very severe people.
I often think back to my uncle whom I had never really known except that I had seen him once when I was a small child. They had never spoken of him, to him, or about him in years. And all references to him in the family bible and the family portfolio album had been carefully removed. And I wondered what sin he had committed to have himself so thoroughly eradicated from the family tree. I wondered if his sin and my sin were the same.
I staggered over to the basin. I ran the water as hot as I could stand it. And picking up a towel off the rack I didn’t care that it was David’s. I just grabbed it. I doused it in the water and began to dribble the steaming hot water across my body.
Slowly, some of the swelling left. Some of the stiff muscles relaxed. And the clots of dried, blackened blood dissolved, leaving only the smallest scabs. Taking the bar in my hand, I bathed my body gently with the soap, running my fingers up and down over my sore and aching muscles. I was especially careful with the worst of the bruised sections. My elbows, my knees, my groin, and most of all I took great care of my nose.
One touch was enough to assure me that it was going to be sore for several days, but I could also feel the ‘out of placement’ of bone, and I knew that if it wasn’t set straight it would heal crooked.
Gritting my teeth taking in a deep breath I shoved the bone back into place. With my other hand I grabbed the edge of the sink, to keep myself from fainting.
When I finally got my body cleaned up respectably and fairly decently, I patted myself dry with another towel. Then I began the task of clothing myself.
Once I had done that, I searched the room very carefully. I decided that I was going to take everything of value that I could carry. I didn’t know where I would go, and I didn’t care. But if David wanted to treat me this way, there were a few things that he would sacrifice in return. Like his gold cufflinks-the ones that he so highly prized because his mother gave them to him.
I found them in his drawer. Also a couple of hundred in bills I took. I also found his class ring. It was gold and set with other valuable stones too. I gathered up all of my scanty jewelry, I put on my boots and I went through the closet, taking out certain clothing. David and I were close to the same size, as far as slacks went, so I grabbed all the pairs of blue-jeans that were almost as disreputable as possible, plus, three or four pair of good slacks, and a couple of sports jackets. I took down his suitcase, which was a hell of a lot nicer than mine, and a hell of a lot bigger, and I started to pack.
And when I was done, I went back over the room again. I was very glad that I did. Because under the mattress I found the biggest supply of hash that I’ve ever seen. I think there was enough for four packs of cigarettes. That’s a lot of hash. And I also found something else that I didn’t like at all—horse.
But I took that as well. I knew I could sell it. And I knew I would probably need the money. Anyway, I figured, he’d get more, wherever it was that he got it. And eventually he’d get caught. Especially if he got hooked on that stuff. The syringe and the equipment, those I left. Those I didn’t want. Those I didn’t need. Those, he could have.
I checked to make sure that it was all clear. The time was about two o’clock in the morning. So I put out the light and I checked out the window, slowly and carefully, But there was no one around. We were up on the second floor, so making a rope out of just a sheet, I lowered the suitcases, both of his that I had packed with what I wanted to take.
And on the second thought, I went back to the closet, got two of his rather fancy leather belts, pulled the rest of the blankets up into sort of a back-pack, with his leather coat inside, and strapped them together. And then taking the rest of his four or five expensive belts, all leather, I dropped them out the window.
The last thing I did before I left, was to methodically slash the clothing I did not take. And to dump all his cologne out. And otherwise, take care of every piece of equipment except for school property. That included his books and mine.
Chuckling to myself, I left, locking the door after me. And then I slid the key back in under. I snuck out the building and I never went back there again.
Even with all the money and stuff I had on me I figured the best thing I could do would be to just hop the first freight out of town. Nobody would think much of looking for me, and I doubt if anybody would see me. So that’s what I did.
In the dawn hours the college town is almost dead, and by carefully avoiding the few patrol cars that I met, I made it down to the railroad station. There was a freight train that usually came through about five in the morning. I heard its whistle almost every morning. If I remembered correctly, it usually Went pretty slow. So hiding down among the tall dead weeds, I waited. I was afraid that I might have missed it.
But in about twenty minutes, maybe thirty, I realized that I was in the clear because I heard it coming. I heard the whistle and the rumble on the tracks not too far away from me.
It was rather late in the year, but it was starting to come dawn. Just barely. Everything was sort of fading and greying out. Which to my mind was better than either broad day light, or even early light or full night. Because this way, nobody could see worth a damn at any distance. Until the engine had passed, I stayed down and didn’t move. And then I picked my head up and looked. Coming down in the line of cars was a single one with his doors open. I figured that had better be my bet, for right now anyway.
As it started to pull abreast of me, I jumped up and strapping the pack to my back, as I’d done earlier, I grabbed one suit case in each hand and began to run with the train. As it started to catch up with me—the freight car, I mean, the one I wanted-I threw the suit cases aboard, and with a painful leap grabbed ahold, pulling myself in.
I don’t think the train was going more than fifteen miles an hour. It never seemed to do much more than that anyway. So I didn’t do anything more than pull a couple more muscles in my back. And I guess I was lucky to have not hit my nose.
I was even luckier still. The freight car was empty. And I decided right then I didn’t want any fellow passengers. So, when the train started to pick up speed and we were outside the city limits, I slid the doors shut so anybody passing by wouldn’t be likely to notice.
It was a major effort. Because it was a heavy door, and I guess it had been stuck. But I managed to get it closed finally. It was only after I had closed it and heard a peculiar click, that I wondered if I was locked in. But it was too late then to worry about it. So I lay down and I slept.
I don’t know how long I slept, I just know that when I woke up, I was hungry and thirsty. And it was awful dark in there. I tried to get the door open, and found out that I couldn’t. So I felt my way over to one of the emergency escapes, or whatever they are through the ceiling, by twisting and turning, and winding the knob around, I finally got the damn thing open, then realized that it fucking well was night out, but night of what day, I didn’t know. We must have been going fifty miles an hour. Well, that alone detered me. So I pulled the hatch back down and locked it, and went back to sleep. When I woke again, it was daylight and we were stopped in a railroad yard. I propped up the hatch again and looked out. We were in a hell of a fucking railroad yard all right. It stretched on for miles. And seeing as there was no one near me, I scrambled painfully out and went around the car and sure enough the door had latched itself shut. So I unhooked the latch, rolled back the heavy door, and climbed back to begin throwing my stuff out.
I suppose I was lucky, because no one saw me. I snuck out of the railroad yard, coming out through a rather large junk field. I started to walk along a maze of super highways. I saw a sign that said: turn here for Newark.
As far as I know there is only one Newark. That’s Newark, New Jersey. Half way across the country from where I’d started.
Well, I figured, it was nothing more than a hop, skip and a jump from New York. The City. And if anybody wants to get lost, that’s the city to get lost in. Right away I began to have visions of me holding up somewhere in the village, and maybe getting hold of somebody who needed or wanted some grass, and selling it to them, and then getting rid of this damn ‘horse’.
It was beginning to weigh on me. So I kept walking and scouted around until I got across the Hudson River, and then headed down for the village.
All total, I guess the whole journey from Newark to New York took a couple of days because now I was on foot and I didn’t know my way. I suppose from the time that I left home, that is college, to the time I got to New York City and down into the Village, took about three… four days. No, more like five, I would think. Anyway, I finally arrived. I didn’t know anybody. I didn’t want to know anybody. I just wanted to get me a place and hide out somewhere. I figured I had enough to start on. I had five hundred dollars in money, and I had at least double that in grass and dope.
