The Initiation Part 3

By John – [email protected]

The following day I was in a good mood, even my eagle-eyed sister could see the difference. Of course, Pete was on my mind and I was looking forward to seeing him again at the weekend. The last few days at work seemed to drag, but finally Friday came around and I phoned and we arranged to meet that evening. Again I took a bit more care with how I look than I normally do, or should I say now, as I used to do. Then around half past seven, I went around to Erol's place to meet him. Erol was still at work but Grant was home and cooking dinner. We chatted for a few minutes and then Pete bounded down the stairs and planted me a big smacking kiss straight to my lips. Grant laughed and told him to take it easy, it being so early. I wouldn’t have minded another, but still my face flushed red, I’m just not used to this yet I guess.

Pete made some coffee and we sat down in front of the TV although not paying much attention. We decided to go to a new bar in town and then perhaps to a disco that I had not heard of. Pete said I would enjoy it, but didn’t say much else about the place. Although he had kissed me when he came down, sitting together he didn’t grope me or anything, just occasionally he let his fingers play with the back of my head as we sat talking.

The bar was called Harry’s Place and I had not heard or noticed it before either. It was expensively decorated and a bit classier than the bars and clubs I usually visited with my mates. The people were well dressed, not formal or anything, but they looked right if you know what I mean. And I have to say, there were some very nice lookers about and I mean guys as well as the girls. I was glad I had put an extra effort into my own appearance.

We stayed for a couple of drinks busy yakking. It was Vodka Orange’s and not my usual pints of beer either. Around ten-ish, we thought to change the scene and call in for just a one at my usual place. Like we were getting to know about each other and where we usually went, you know. I wondered if any of my old mates would be there, but they weren’t which I was pleased about to tell the truth. Although they would never guess at what we had done by looking at Pete, I would bound to be a bit embarrassed in some way. After Harry’s Place, it did seem a bit down and dingy, so we only stayed for a half each before deciding to go for some music.

The disco was not in the main town centre, but in a quiet lane through some warehouses. There was only a small sign which you couldn’t see until you were at the door. It looked a bit strange, but Pete seemed to know the place well and so I went along with it. Once inside, it was heaving with bodies, loud music and lights. It couldn’t have been more different to how it looked from the outside.

Pete got a couple of drinks, back to the Vodka, and we went to have a look around. Although there were girls there, most of the customers were guys. I got goose bumps when I saw some really effeminate ones carrying on, I didn’t like to see that kind of thing. Pete however was not fazed and even said "Hi!" to some of them. As we went from one room to another, the place looked like it was once the basement of an old factory or something, I got the impression many of the customers were staring at us. I couldn’t think of why, we weren’t holding hands or anything but when I asked Pete if he felt the same thing, he said "yes sure, you’re new and they will be wondering who you are. Don’t forget" he said, "you’re pretty good looking too!" It’s a good thing the lights were down because I could feel my face burning after he said this. But he noticed my expression and had a good laugh. "You have a lot to learn!" he said shaking his head.

I don’t normally dance with other guys, but Pete would have none of that and soon pulled me on the floor. It was a bit strange at first because nearly all the others were guys too, but soon I was really enjoying myself and I didn’t feel self conscious. Between dances we sat and talked and Pete always had his arm over my shoulder or his hand on my leg or his ankle hooked over mine. I enjoyed his touch, somehow giving me a secure feeling. (It also gave me a boner). He was a spontaneous guy both with feelings and actions. If I made him laugh, he might grab me and give me a peck to the cheek or mouth and say something back that would either make me laugh or blush. I really liked him and I wished all my mates in the past were as warm and open. What I am saying is I had never met anyone like him before and I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t look at him long enough and couldn’t stop touching him.

By one o’ clock we were both tired and had had enough to drink. Driving back, I took it nice and easy making sure we didn’t attract the attention of our friends in blue. Pete had his hand resting on my leg, which made it difficult to put all my attention on the road. Back at Erol’s house, no one was in or up, so Pete ushered me up to his room and went to make coffee. His room was a bit like mine, a small hi-fi and desk with his bits and pieces on it, a computer table, some pictures on the wall of footballers, a couple of pop stars and finally a big double bed. Surprisingly, it was all neat and tidy, maybe he had done his housework anticipating guests!

Soon he was back with the coffee. He put on some slow jazz music, low so as not to disturb anyone else, and put on his bedside light. He gave me a towel and showed me the bathroom so I could get fresh for the action to come. I thought he might have joined me but he waited till I returned before going himself. I combed out my hair and then slid in-between the sheets. He had already put the coffee on each side of the bed ready. I hadn’t given it much thought, but suddenly I began to get a little nervous as to what exactly I was going to do. Fine, of course I knew about sex, but me taking the lead with a guy, well I wasn’t so sure. Still, everything had gone right up to now so I told myself there was nothing to worry over.

Pete returned wearing just a towel, which as soon as the bedroom door closed, dropped to the floor. He came over and sat on the bed and asked if everything was okay. Sure it was. From out of the bedside drawer, he pulled a tube of lubricating jelly and condoms, "just in case they will make you feel better," he said, "but you don’t have to use them." Shit I was going red again when it was spelled out like that.

He slid over and between the sheets, snuggling up and holding me tight. I got an instant erection with the touch of his body, which his roving hands soon found. I returned the touch and found him solid. I remembered what I was now holding had felt like in my ass and I almost went dizzy! Here in private, he kissed and held me close, which felt really wonderful. It was one thing to do this in front of others, but quite another when we were alone together. Our hands and mouths moved up and down our bodies, nibbling at nipples, licking navels, sucking balls and taking our rampant dicks into each other mouths. This was truly heaven. Pete did another new thing for me when his tongue went further round from my balls and first licked and sucked that tender area just behind them and then traced his tongue straight into my ass. I felt like I had been electrocuted. I also felt like I would blow my wad there and then it was so absolutely incredible. I returned the action and his whole body quivered as I tongued into his ass and back round to the tip of his dick.

He held me tight and turned me onto my back, and then he sat on my chest. His dick and balls were right in front of my face and I licked and sucked them for all I was worth. I got into a position that felt comfortable for Pete to fuck straight down my throat. It was not easy as it sounds, but once I did, I could take his cock right down to his balls. I was in direct contact with his sex and could feel every shudder, every twitch and every pulse of his cock. Although he was fucking my mouth, it was me that was in control. By using my tongue to rub behind the head, squeeze lips tighter and move my head slightly from side to side on his cock from different directions and making him groan with excitement.

I felt his cock get red hot and harden into steel. I thought he would fill my mouth with juice, but just when I expected him to climax, he pulled out. Quickly he wet his hand with spit and rubbed it up and down my cock. In just a few seconds, he was easing himself down, impaling his ass. I watched wide-eyed trying to not even blink and miss a thing. Yes, I know my cock is big, but to actually watch it disappearing into someone is quite something. He gasped a few times as he sank slowly down and when about half way in, yelled (quietly) “YES!”, and dropped down onto my body in one movement. He crouched over me and said how good it felt. I didn’t need reminding! The heat from his ass onto my cock gave me an immediate “about to blow” feeling.

After a pause he straightened up and started riding me, almost letting it come out and then slamming back down. I was doing my very best to counter his movements and we got a good rhythm going. I told him I was about to shoot, so he stopped and still holding on to the position, rolled over onto his side. He told me to move up on top of him and his legs went up behind my head as I did.

"Right," he said, "give me some good fucking!"

I gave him everything and more. As hard as I could. In no time I couldn’t hold back any longer,

"Pete," I gasped, "I’m going to come."

"About time," he laughed and told me not to pull out.

My climax was fast approaching and I could feel him squeezing my cock with his ass muscles. Would the train get into the station before the whistle blew? Pete’s hand was busy pumping his cock when finally I started to moan as my explosion arrived. As my first juices started to fly, Pete began shooting big splashes of cum as far as his forehead. The wave of bliss swept over me and I dropped forward onto his chest, embracing him tightly.

The next thing I knew was waking up almost in the same position. We had drifted off to sleep exhausted from our long bout. I had a hard on again, but not from feeling horny, realising the reason for waking was a desperate need to take a pee. I disengaging from Pete who mumbled a little but didn’t wake up and I touched my way to the door and out on the landing. One landing light had been left on so I was okay for finding my way to the bathroom. I seemed to pee for ages, as I hadn’t gone when we arrived back from the nightclub and all that drink was dying to get out. Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I could see the dried cum all over my chest, so I washed my self down, make myself fresh as a flower again.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and in came Erol displaying a hard on, but he headed straight for the can and started to take a piss. He said (joking I hope) that we had woken him up with the bed banging against the wall. I hadn’t thought we made a lot of noise but okay, sorry for that. After finishing he stepped along side me at the sink and splashed some water on his still hard dick.

"You and Pete really had a good time by the sound of it. I wish I were there to watch or join in. See, he said, this thing has not gone down since you started."

True, there it was standing up at 45 degrees even though he had washed it with cold water.

"How about relieving me of this?" he said looking at it and then me.

"Thanks, but me and Pete had quite a good time and I would rather save myself for some more when he wakes." I could not be rude seeing as it was his house and all, but I really was not wanting any more at that moment and thought it would be good to keep myself for Pete from now on.

"Ah baby," Erol said, "how could you do that to me? First you wind me up then you don’t want to unwind me."

He stepped behind and put his arms around my chest.

"Erol, I’m really bushed after tonight, I don’t think it will stand up again till I get some sleep."

"It’s okay," he said, "you don’t have to get it up, it’s only me that has to do that."

I could feel his cock nudging up between my ass cheeks as he gyrated.

"Come on Erol, let’s leave it for tomorrow, you can see I’m not horny."

"Yeah, but the trouble is, I am and you were responsible." he said.

Shit what could I do, if I raised my voice perhaps the others would wake up and think the worst anyway. And I was in his house, it felt like a no-win situation. Anyway, he was not giving me the chance to argue. He pushed harder with his hips trying to gain an entrance and tightened his arms around my chest so that I couldn’t move away.

"Just give me a few minutes of your beautiful ass." He whispered.

But he was not waiting for a reply and jabbed his cock into my ass till he found the button. He pressed home using one hand to put some soapy water on his cock. Then he held me like a vice and pushed his way forward till I felt him sliding up inside. He pulled me away from the sink and put one hand on my shoulders to push my body down. I had to hang on to the edge of the sink for balance whilst he grabbed my hips. Once inside he quickly started fucking my ass hard. This was not the Erol I had sex with before. I didn’t like this, but there was not a lot I could do about it. Each slam of his monster cock hurt like hell and I could feel myself splitting wide open. The pain was making me cry out, but he told me to keep it down if I didn’t want to wake up Pete.

Suddenly he stopped and I sighed with relief. But he quickly pulled me onto the floor and turned me over. My head was against the side of the bath and my legs bent back so that my feet were touching the bath edge above my head. He squatted down facing me and pried my cheeks apart with his thumbs. Raising himself forward, he guided his monster black cock into me once more. I couldn’t move as every thrust pushed me up against the bath and I had nothing to cushion myself from each thwack of his body into mine. Surely I couldn’t take this without some kind of injury? He was off in a world of his own, saying under his breath, "yeah, oh so good, yeah what a beautiful piece of ass, just open up and let me fuck you." He was getting faster and faster and it was getting harder and harder to take it. Changing his rhythm, he leaned back on his haunches a little giving me short, but very rapid strokes. This was better for me and against my will, my cock started to grow. He was hitting the spot inside now and it thankfully started to feel much better. I could see it was still all going inside, every last millimetre, but the pain was gone and with my own cock getting hard, at last began getting some nice feelings from this rape.

Hoping this was going to be over soon, I relaxed a little, but he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "quick on your knees!" he said. Okay, this was going to be the vinegar strokes and then its over I thought. I did as he said and he backed up behind and pulling my ass cheeks apart, he rammed home again. Shit it hurt really bad. Hanging on to my hips he hammered home every inch of that ten inch boner. My good feeling evaporated quickly and it became a teeth gritting ordeal once again. After a couple of minutes when I thought he was going to come, he stopped again and told me to lie on my back. We were in the previous position but my head was flat to the floor this time, small mercies!

"Don’t worry," Erol said, "I’m going to finish off now and get back to my bed."

At last and I was happy to be out of this as fast as possible. He pulled up my legs and putting his hands behind my knees, pushed them hard back to the side of my body. Shit he was going to break my bones, the numbness in my thighs and hips was so painful. Pushing my legs back raised up my ass level to his cock which I could now see. It bounced up and down as he got his aim and put it to the mark. Throwing his head back he let all his weight fall on me and drive home to what felt like my throat, but from the bottom end. I cried out in pain, but he put one hand over my mouth and told me to keep it quiet.

"You don’t want Pete to come and see this do you?"

I bit my tongue and closed my eyes as there was no way I could get out of what was happening. He pounded me, telling me how brilliant it felt, the best ever. But it was killing me. He was hard, but surely this was coming to an end, he couldn’t hold back much longer on this marathon fuck. I could feel his cock getting hotter and harder and he was speeding up with every stroke. Please let this be over. He let go of one of my legs, putting it up on his shoulder and with his free hand he played with my cock. It was real marshmallow, no pleasure in there at all, but against my will it hardened at his touch.

He was encouraging me with his talk, "come baby, let me see you come, I can’t come until I see you shoot your wad, yeah, work up that juice and we will come together."

If this nightmare was going to finish, I had to try. I thought of the first and second time with him that was so good, so different from the way he was abusing me now. I concentrated on watching his big fat cock going in and out, but I could no longer feel very much of what I was seeing in that region.

He pulled my cock back and forth giving me a boner and he also slowed down his strokes till he could measure my timing.

"Come on, just blow your juice, I’m ready but just waiting for you."

This was better now he wasn’t being such an animal and my body started to respond. Finally I could feel my jism rising and told him. He worked my cock faster and gave my ass a slam now and again which made me wince. I closed my eyes and relaxed totally as I went past the point of no return. Erol sensed this and started his home run.

"Come on baby," he said "let me fuck you good, let’s come together."

I could feel the pressure rising like there was going to be an explosion in there. My breath caught in my throat and I held on to his arms as I started to come. He was going like an express train slamming into me and just when my cream started to spurt over my stomach and chest his hot juice pulsed inside my ass, filling me up and squeezing out past his cock. I could feel it running out over my ass even before he pulled out.

"Wow that was the best," he said. "The sex to end all sex. What a fantastic ass you got there."

He bent down to look better like it was some exhibition display.

"That is one tight piece of pussy you have there, I can’t believe you take me so easily."

"Believe me that wasn’t easy!" I said, "you goddam nearly killed me."

"What can a man do when there is ass like this?"

He put a couple of fingers up me.

"Jeez, I filled you right up I did."

He moved his fingers around inside and I was embarrassed to hear the squelching of juice.

"I think you could cut my fingers off with those ass muscles you have, no wonder you can give a guy such a time. But you can sure take it, would you believe I could almost get my hand inside."

Shit, I had already seen some of the fist fucking on a video and did not want the same thing to happen with me. Erol was working at my ass with his hand and I didn’t like this one bit. I slowly lowered my legs, which hurt like hell.

Erol said "hold on just a mo, I’ve not finished with you yet."

Please Erol, enough is enough, let me get back to bed.

"Okay, but just let me feel my juice way up there." He rammed his hand in, working his fingers around and stretching me till I could scream.

"Just relax and I’m through" he said.

He withdrew his fingers and held them to his face. "The very best perfume for a son of a stud like me!" he laughed.

He rose from his squat and pulled me up. My legs were without feeling and I held on to the wall for support. Without saying anything more, I edged out of the bathroom and down the landing to Pete’s bedroom. He was still fast asleep, his breathing soft and regular. Gently I crept in beside him. I felt like crying when I thought of what had just happened. I was going to have to be very careful in future if I slept over in this house again. I couldn’t think why Erol had behaved like that; it was even more than the aggression Grant showed. Erol had been so caring before. The more I thought, the more everything in my mind went into a spin.

I was woken by Pete’s soft lips kissing mine. His fingers wiped the sleep from my eyes and his smile and embraces meant more than he could possibly know. Quietly he turned his back to me and without saying anything, guided my surprisingly standing cock to the mark and impaled himself. I buried my face into his shoulders smelling a sweet natural body scent. I didn’t do anything except enjoy as he worked himself up and down my shaft while I spooned behind holding him tightly. He reached one arm around onto my ass to stop me moving away as he rode. With my sap rising I licked his neck and then took a good bite of skin. He moaned, but I knew he enjoyed it as much as I did. I had one hand on his beautiful cock, not moving it too much as his own rhythm served to masturbate. Then our climax arrived, first me letting rip and then Pete coming as soon as he felt my juice. What a lot he got! It seemed to get everywhere, over my hand, over him and the sheets, he is sure a horny boy! On finishing our delightful session we helped each other to shower and discussed what we would like to do for the rest of the day.

No-one was around downstairs as we breakfast, but I didn’t tell him of the problem with Erol in the bathroom as it would only make trouble between them. If Pete was relying on him for the use of the room, then things could get very difficult. But as we talked on, he asked me what I thought about living with him. I wondered at first if I had misheard but he continued, suggesting we take a flat somewhere together. He didn’t mention living at Erol’s which would have put me on the spot. I would have had to refuse with what had just happened. Often I had thought of leaving home, but the idea of being by myself didn’t appeal somehow. Suddenly the idea of living with Pete made my heart jump. I don’t know whether this was a bit soon or what, but it sounded too good to be true. A dream come true in fact!

A little later I left to go back home and change my clothes. I bought the local paper and when we met up later that afternoon, checked out the accommodation section and picked out a few places that sounded okay. We rang the contact numbers and made appointments to go and look at them.

My life had changed these last couple of weeks more than I could ever have imagined. Now we were making plans that would perhaps change my life as dramatically again, pointing me into a different direction than had been expected by family and friends, not to mention myself until two weeks ago. Whatever the consequences might be and surely there would be some, even serious ones, there was no doubt as I tried to wonder what our future might bring, it couldn’t arrive fast enough.

The End

Any comments welcome to John – [email protected]