by Tony
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My older brother James loves to skateboard and he and his thug friends are always at the house, eating and drinking, watching TV, bullying and picking on me or of course - skateboarding in the cul-de-sac of our housing development.
James is 19 and I’m only 18 so I not only get all of his abuse, but his friends are always abusing me too. Trey (the oldest of the punks) is 19. He’s mean through and through and is sorta the leader of the pack. He’s tall, kinda muscular and has tattoos all over him. “Meat” (I think his real name is Kevin – so I don’t know why they call him “Meat”) is 19 as well and a tall skinny guy and his brother Jake is 18. Jake’s about my build but he’s as strong as an ox. They’re not as bad as Trey but they follow him blindly and do whatever he says so they’re still not real trustworthy.
Cole is 18 too and he and my brother go to the same school and are really good friends. Cole likes me well enough but is easily swayed by the others when they start some shit. I basically stay away from all of them. Since I’m gay (and I’d never in a million years tell James – or his punk ass friends) I especially stay clear when they’ve all been drinking. They get wild and crazy and it’s best not to get in their way. My mom works nights so I’m here by myself most of the time, and they’re all gone by the time she comes in at 6:00 in the morning. When I’m on the web or talking to my friends on the phone
I keep a low profile as not to bring down the wrath of the punks. I saw them beat this guy up one time for trying to steal one of their skateboards and they all jumped in and just beat the shit outta this guy.
So like I said, I just stay clear of them. The day all that changed was a week before my birthday. The Punks were over and were outside talking with James. My friend Alex was on the phone with me and said he was buying me a gay porn movie for my birthday. I went to the web site he’d described and looked at the video selections – trying to pick the one I thought he’d be getting for me. Alex and I laughed and talked a while longer and within minutes we said our good-byes and hung up. I went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for myself and the phone rang again. I picked up the phone and it was my Uncle Hank. He loves to go on and on and I finally got off the phone after lying about needing to go to the bathroom. I picked up my sandwich and headed back to my bedroom. As I walked in, my heart sank and my eyes were wide with fear.
There sitting at my computer, was Trey.
“ Well, well, well, we got us a faggot livin’ here huh?” he laughed devilishly. “I came in for a piss, walked past your room and saw your PC on. And looky what we got here. A fuckin’ gay porn site. So how long you been a queer there Isaac? You cruzin’ the web for a little fag action? Huh?”
I was speechless and scared as hell. I mumbled and jumbled my way through a lie about how I didn’t know that site, had never seen it and didn’t know how it got there – but he didn’t buy any of it, of course.
“ Yeah, right – whatever pussy-boy. I can’t believe this shit, James’ brother is a fuckin’ fag!”
He stood up, grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me out the door. He pulled and tugged me down the hall and pushed me out the back door. My sandwich fell outta my hands and as I reached to get it from the ground – Trey kicked it out of my reach and then stepped on it and smashed it flat.
“ He guys – guess what? We got us a fuckin’ fairy here.” He snickered as the gang looked up at us.
“ Went to piss and as I was leaving – I walked past ass fuck’s room here and guess what he was doing? Surfing a fuckin’ gay porn site.”
They all looked at me with shame and disbelief. James especially.
“ What say we have a little fun with the homo here?” Trey barked. “You want your sandwich – lick it off of my shoe like the little bitch that you are.”
I stood motionless.
He grabbed me behind the neck and forced me to the ground. He shoved his sneaker into my face and held me firmly against it and yelled at me to lick off the squashed remnants of the sandwich. Jake and Meat were laughing at me and Cole and James just stood there watching. I struggled and squirmed but he was way to strong for me. Finally, I did as he asked just so he’d let me go. I licked away what I could reach and Trey laughed and pushed my face harder into the sole of his sneaker.
“ We got us a slave boys. Anybody else need their sneakers cleaned?”
He laughed. He continued to hold my neck in his vice-like grip as he turned me over onto my stomach. He let go of my neck as he sat on my back and held my arms tightly at my sides. “Step right up boys – don’t be shy.” Trey shouted. Jake and Meat immediately walked up to where I lay helpless on the ground. Jake stuck his shoe under my chin and ordered me to lick it. Meat placed his big 13 size Van across the back of my head and pressed my face down onto Jakes’ shoe. I couldn’t even get my tongue out with all the pressure that Meat was applying to the back of my head. I was trapped and literally at their mercy. I was appalled that my own brother just stood there watching and did nothing to help me.
Maybe he was scared – I don’t know – but hell I was scared too and I was the one pinned to the ground with a guy mashing my face into putty. Suddenly Jake and Meat stepped away and Trey (still holding my arms) stood on my back. He planted one shoe on my lower back and one on the back of my neck and pulled so hard that I thought my arms would leave their sockets. He eased off a bit but still held my arms firmly secured and kept his foot planted on my neck. “Check out the new skateboard boys!” Trey yelled.
With that it was suddenly an invitation for Jake and Meat as they stepped up onto my back (both of them) crushing the breath right outta me. I struggled to breathe but their weight was intense (and Trey was starting to exert more pressure on my neck too) and I was trapped and being trampled with no hope of escape. They finally let up and both Jake and Meat stepped off of me when they saw I was weakened and beaten. Utterly defeated. Trey let my arms go as they fell limply by my side. Trey stepped on my head as he moved aside. He knelt down and had at some point taken his cock out of his pants. He slapped my dirty and battered face with it a few times and said loudly
“ When you’re feeling a little better bitch I think I’ll let you suck this.”
With that said he suddenly walked away laughing with the other boys. Only Cole and James stopped and bent down to check on me. They helped me up and carried me inside. Through the whole ordeal I learned two things. First, my brother did feel something for me at least. His concern touched me and I was grateful for that. And secondly – even though I was scared and defenseless – outnumbered and bloody - I’ll never in a million years tell any of them that I shot a hot load during the assault. You know what - I think I actually liked it. I wonder if that’s healthy? I don’t know if it is or not – all I know is ever since that day I’ve had the unquenchable thirst to have somebody do that to me again
That’s another story for another day I guess.
