This is one of my first stories I've wrote so I hope you guys give me some feed back at dazza12331@uboot.com. I do have to warn you it's not for the faint hearted. So if your offend by gay sex or submissive scenes well don't bother reading it will you. For the rest of you enjoy.
Pack of Wolves
It was a Thursday or maybe a Friday. It's so long ago I can't remember... Actually to think of it the main event took place two days later and that was definately a Saturday. So it was definately a Thursday. Yeah I remember it was after the Barbecue at the Braithwaites. It was getting a little late and to be honest everyone had a few beers.
At the moment you may find this irrelevant but its very important for you to know about me for it was greatly on my mind all that evening. I had just moved from the main family house and into the lodge so I could 'do the place up' before I sell the place and live in the lodge permanently living off the profits. I worked my butt off at university and as a lawyer in London for so long it was about time I lived it up a little now. So with the money I'd made over the years I decided to give my parents old place a facelift and sell it once and for all, after all they'd been dead for ten years. I was over all that. Completely. Some guys get over things by getting out there and having a good time but not me. I forced myself to be recognised as a forced to be reckoned with and one way to do that was work. Sometimes that meant seven days a week for weeks. Well a social icon I was not and that was why I struggled at the Braithwaites like I had with talking to folk. The company was mix, from the vicar and the local bank manager to a couple of guys who had come back from Uni for the summer and so on. All in all there were about fifty folk there. Half the village and a few extras for good luck I suppose.
I discovered my sexuality roughly at the same time of my parents death and going to university and so I sort of 'push it to one side' however as time went by I came to terms with that. Coming from a rich family I had a little help through therapy and I accepted it as a part of me. I also was proud of myself on the fact I blend into the crowd I was in. I could act as though I was a lord and I also could act as though I was a commoner too and at the same with my sexuality, only to the trained eye I was noticeable to be gay. Well at that party I was under the belief that none of those eyes were all that trained. So much so Mrs Jones tried to get her daughter coupled with me but I walked away. Politely but I walked away. There was a guy who spotted this action. A young looking guy most probably one of the university guys so lean and good looking, no older than 21. I remember the look so well that he gave me as he turned away from the drinks he was pouring looking at me weighing up the circumstance. Realising the unsaid part of my actions. A thirty something guy like me turning down such advances. I'm almost certain there would be more indications than that I gave away to the trained eye. So when the party died I couldn't wait to get away as I was getting a little uncomfortable from the 'looks' I was getting from this guy now and then every so often he would look over to me from where he stood with some other guys about his age and most probably apart of the Uni. crowd too. I had walked it to the party so I could have a few drinks and I needed to walk it back to work off the beer I had drunk.
The braitwaites lived further out of the village than I and down a country lane too and so you had to be aware that cars flew down that lane like they do, but when your half drunk its hard to remember. I could here the raw of an engine coming from behind me, I moved into the side of the road to allow the traffic to pass. It flashed passes me what seemed to be a hundred miles an hour. It took me aback and I fell backwards. I heard the car stop in a lay by or something and I tried to slowly pick myself up but fell down again. Into the mud bath I had unaware chose to stand by. I was becoming a mess. The next thing I was aware of was this smile well it was looking more like a smirk looking down at me. It was him the young lad that I was more than certain had worked me out at the party. "Oh its no one but that queer boy" He had worked me out 'Oh shit'. A choice of words that where a turn on in themselves, 'that' queer boy was so arrogant. I was half excited and half scared all at once my dick was already stretching the jeans I wore. His smirk was so sexual there was no need for any more words if he didn't care to use any. I wasn't aware how far I was away from the road until I saw a car drive pass, once again at such a dangerous speed. They would never be aware of me laying there with this youth peering over me and if I knew this was so, I knew this thug would do too. He began his onslaught of insults, starting with the basic savagery of queer boy working up the list to faggot cock sucker and I along with you could only guest what was to happen next.
I tried to get up again but the drink was still being ungrateful on me and to ensure I wouldn't move he had placed his foot on my chest. I must have looked as though I was scared for my life or something. In the mix of the insults that he continued to throw at me he muttered some thing like "don't worry little girl I won't do anything to you that you don't want!" Then stepping back slightly and yet still keeping his foot in position, only this time not digging into my chest so much allowing me to breath better he slowly undid his zipper and with the same hand moved his cock from his trousers, allowing it to rise upwards. He was as turned on as I was. His half-hard tool still a little saggy looked down at me as he told me to take my trousers off. I did so; still stuck in that state on the ground in the mud from the weather we had been having of late. He spat onto my face, followed by yet another insult of some kind or another. "Just like all the fags at Uni. HARD AS FUCK" I looked down to what he was stirring at. It was the full length of my own dick, hard as hell. A shameful look embellished my face as I looked up at him once more. Again he greeted me with his spit and then his piss. Loads of piss hit my half-naked body. My shirt was soon ruined by his urine. I felt humiliation sweep me entirely. How could this be happening not that long ago I was having a good time at the braithwaites and now this. He moved back further as another car heckled by even faster than the first couple. I smiled to myself as I hoped he would have lost his balance to, but he didn't.
One part of me wanted this to happen. It made me feel good a young lad such as him was attracted to me in such a way. However the other part of me didn't feel the same. I felt used and abused almost raped even. That's what it was rape. It was rape as he then took hold of my head and began forcing his now solid member down my throat. "Take it bitch" he screamed at me. The thickness of his dick increased as I excitedly slurped at it. I sucked every single part of his dick taking it down my throat, to the back like the greedy pig I was. I mumbled like a slut slurping away, like the pig I was on his forever-growing dick. His hands firmly placed on the back of my head, taking control of the entire situation. He was in total control and I started to except it and I even struggled on all fours somehow. My attacker then ripped off my shirt from my back and I saw as well as heard the buttons hit on the ground. I sucked harder than ever onto his cock and he showed that I was doing the job right by the amount of moans and the tightness he had on my head, shoving me onto his cock.
Yet another car rushed by on that road coming away from the party house. This time I heard a hooter of a car. This time we where spotted. This time I heard the car slow and I listened for it stopping. It did probably where this stud had parked his. I continued to suck on this horny 'bastards' cock as he got loader and loader. I was entwined in the moment even though I could here voices and laughter. It was his friends from the party. "Hey guys" he turned to look away not stopping with the movement in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was about to shoot by the tone of his voice. "Told you I have a pig here" he laughed.
"Wow!" I heard the voices of some guys I met at the party, some young guys. I tried to look up and yet was forced back onto his cock. Force to do my job as a cock-sucking faggot. "He stinks of piss" I heard one cat call followed by another "what a whore". I felt shame fill my cheeks in the form of a blush. I continued to suck harder than ever before. I didn't let the guy down at all. They where right that's all I was a dirty little cocksucker.
Then it happened he couldn't hold on anymore. He just blasted into my mouth at first and finishing up he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot all over my face. That wasn't for me and it wasn't for himself but his audience who lapped up the atmosphere. Enjoying man spunk pouring from a stud's cock onto a slut's face. They cheered as he moved away allowing them at me. I looked up towards the three of them. That was the first time I realised how many there was of these men. These studs where going to use me just in the same way their friend had. They were like vultures picking what they could from the carcass that lay before them. I looked up as they slowly took their dicks out. All they were was a pack of wolves.