TAKING THE VICTIM'S THROUGH

I practically lived at my little friend Marcos' house. As soon as I get out of school, we'll talk on the phone and there I go. I'd like to come to your place because it was bigger, he had more toys. Her parents worked all day, we only stayed with a maid. One day, when I came to his house, there was a different person there. My friend introduced me, saying that he was a cousin coming from another town, and that he would move in with them until he found a place in his college fraternity. I remember being impressed by your hairy legs and arms which, to me, was something different, since I barely had pubes. Renato was a man made, half thin, very light skin and black hair. He lengthened me, and when he shook my hand, he made that stupid joke of passing his middle finger on the palm of my hand. They said at the time, that it was a code to invite someone to fuck. I could feel my face hot and red. And I could see a dirty little smile on his face. The days went by and every time I went to my friend's house this afternoon, there was his cousin. Once, playing marble, I put myself in a position, on four, with my ass up, trying to aim for the ball. After the play, I looked back and I could see Renato staring at my ass. I couldn't stop looking at him. Until this one took his hand to the stick, visibly excited. It seemed like forever, until my friend caught my eye back at the game. Renato came and asked to play with us. I really wasn't an ace in the marble. Marcos was reasonably good, but Renato came in crushing, sending our little balls away. I'd be silent, and I'd get all excited about that guy until Marcos complained that Renato was too good. The guy said he was gonna teach us how to play "as a man" and called me to be the first "student." You told me to hit the ball. When I was four on the floor, I see in the corner of my eye Renato kneeling behind me and saying, - What? I'll teach you how to do it! Your right hand took my wrist, while your face appeared on my side, over my shoulder. My friend came from behind to see better what Renato was going to show, without realizing his cousin's intentions. Renato's left arm entangled my waist while I was saying, - It's okay. Hold the ball firmly and lower a little bit, to aim the ball well and feel better what you will do! His body was already attached to mine, and with his arm on my waist, renato blatantly guided my body, so that this fits right into his. I could feel your hard cock pressing my ass while he was pretending to move to fix the play. In fact, he was making light moves, rubbing that hard thing that was inside his shorts. I kept explaining the play, and his mouth was too close to my ear, creeping all over my body. I remember he said the word to me and he said, - What? It's a matter of feeling, you know? Do you feel it? It was the monosyllabic response I was able to release. He turned to his cousin and said: - Hey, Marquitos, you might as well go over there and sell your Agenor some better balls, huh? Marcos, stuck with the class his older cousin was giving, accepted immediately. Confused, I made a mention of going along. He told me to keep company with him and, in disguise, put his hand on my ass. We walked into the house, letting the maid do laundry in the backyard. Not even Mark closed the door, Renato took my hand and put it in his shorts. - What? What's all this about going with Marquinhos, huh? - I was going to keep him company... - Boy, don't play dumb! You stick your ass in there and now you want to make candy? He was driving me to a little room upstairs, apparently where the TV and the sound were. - Leave the door open we hear if anyone comes. That's why it's quiet. And fast before he comes back. While he was saying that, he was putting his shorts down, where he jumped a big, fat, drooling dick. I could feel his hand pressing my head down. The force caused him to end up on his knees when he put his dick in my mouth. Without much experience, I started sucking your dick. He used to tell me how to do it while with his hands he'd drive my head and caress my hair. - That, kid, move your tongue. Sucker from birth you, huh, faggot? My hands were on your thighs, and those hairs all made me very sweaty. - What? Now run your tongue to the end... that... the balls now. In a short time, I made a more professional pacifier, with what I had been taught, renato fibrava, sitting on the couch leg. He'd stretch his legs and throw his head back. His breath was getting heavier, until he held my hair tight and buried his rod a little deeper into my throat. Suffocated, I felt a huge amount of thick shit coming down my throat. I mentioned leaving, but his steady hand held my head. - God damn it... ummmm... swallow that shit, kid! Hmm... ahhhhhh... He let go of my head, lifted his shorts and said, - It's okay. If you open your mouth, I'll tell your father you're a crazy bitch! I haven't had a wife for a while, and you're gonna be my fucking deposit, kid. He left, leaving me a little amazed, not knowing what to do. After that day, I stayed a little while without going to Marquinhos, perhaps ashamed of what had happened. One afternoon, my mother called me, saying that the neighbor was there. As I left, I ran into Ranato outside my house. - What? Marcos asked me to ask you over. I turned white like a paper. - You want me to talk to your mother? I didn't know what the connotation of the question was, but I warned my mother to accompany him. - What? What's all this about not showing up there anymore, kid? I said you'll empty my berries every day. Didn't I? My coercion was fast, I was totally excited about it. We entered the house and went up to Mark's parents' room that day. I asked for him, and I didn't even get an answer. We went into the room, he sat in bed, with his shorts on his ankle: - What? Come suck my fucking dick. On his knees in front of him, he reoects everything he had taught me. He'd hush slowly, he'd stick his tongue around his dick's head. Renato again trembled from so horny. In an uncontrollable way, he stood up and held me to the wall. Licked my ear while I lowered my shorts. It looked like he was in a trance. On my feet, I could feel your hard dick, like an iron bar, touching my water. He spat in his own hand and drove the limb to the door of my ass. The head passed like it was hot. As soon as I got used to burning, he stored it all at once. I squirmed in pain, almost screamed. He flew my head back, sticking his rough tongue in my mouth. He just stood there with his eyes closed, like he was enjoying my virgin ass by opening up to that hard-ass. After a while just caught up in me, he started a slow movement, licking my back, my ear and other stimuli, like he was trying to reduce my pain. The pain went away, and the boner came back. He noticed my heavy breathing, moaning and especially my dick that had gotten hard again. At that point he moved to fuck my ass faster, with one arm around my waist and the other around my neck. It didn't take him long to fill my ass up. Like the first day, I realized that the fact that you made fun of me didn't alter your condition at all. That day I could see it because even after I got my ass full of shit. He kept picking on me, and his dick wouldn't go down. He drove me, hitched right to his uncle's bed. He laid his body on me and started making fuck moves again. And this time, it wasn't as fast as the first. He rode me for a long time. It turned my body, putting me in a roasted frando. He looked deep into my eyes and I could see his face twisting with pleasure. After a long time bombing my ass, he squirms a ve more and lets that thick shit out of me. After that day, I continued to visit my friend daily. Renato went on to fuck me with whatever care I gave. He'd walk in with me when I was going to the bathroom in the back of Marcos' house. He'd pull me up against the wall, lower my shorts and shove his dick up my ass. He loved to eat me standing up. My ass would open up happy to welcome you. There was a time when he wanted to beat his own record. He'd fuck me three, four times in a day. I walked around with my ass full of shit on his orders. - What? Don't fucking wash it, because then it gets easier to get in. He used to play hide-and-seek. One day Marcos was in one of the rooms looking for us, and Renato was eating me inside the closet, shoving and quickly pulling his dick out of my ass. He made fun of it and ran away, trying to save himself from the scout. There were days when he said his dick was burning from eating my tight ass, so I just sucked him. Also 1, 2, 3 times a day. That lasted about five months, until he got his spot in the student republic. Which, instead of letting me go, makes me stop being your "fucking preserve," opened the door to many other experiences...