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Story: The Prison #1
Schneizel pulled the runners' uniform's shirt from my body and pushed me down onto my stomach on the blue gym mats piled on top of each other, forming a bed.
The tiny storage room in the gym was our usual hooking up spot.
He was going to give me his famous victory dicking down for winning the championship and I couldn't wait.
Breathing heavily, my mouth swollen from his feral, possessive kiss, I looked over my shoulder at him, and boy was he a sight for sore eyes.
Seeing him shirtless and slick from sweat, I nearly came right then and there.
Instead of removing his shorts, he'd opted to simply pull his dick out his pants.
The way he was looking at me, as if I were a slab of meat and he was a starving lion, drove me crazy with lust and anticipation.
I wanted it and I wanted it now.
Without further ado, he pushed my pants down, exposing my bare ass (I refrained from wearing boxers today in anticipation of this moment) and stuck three fingers into my puckered-up asshole.
They slid in easily, mostly because I'd already stretched and lubed myself at home, also anticipating this moment.
The other reason was because Schneizel and I managed to fuck every day without fail like the horny college kids we were, and I had no doubt that his huge horsecock had stretched me out.
He suddenly grabbed my hair from behind and pulled my head back so that he could whisper against my ear, "You naughty whore, you're all wet and ready. Do you want my cock that much?" He pushed the three fingers in and out a few times and I moaned.
"Yes, daddy, fuck me. Make me feel good. Make me cum." I pleaded with him shamelessly. All I wanted was his big, fat cock up my ass, ramming in repeatedly until I had cum coming out of all my holes.
Always one to oblige, he suddenly rammed his entire cock into my ass and began thrusting in and out of me fervently.
I was in heaven. I couldn't believe that I'd resisted being with him all those months. Pussies were great and all, but they were nothing compared to taking it up the ass.
"Oh, fuck." I moaned out and spurted a jet of white seed onto the mat.
Schneizel reached under me and wiped the cum off my dick and the mat, then brought it to my lips. Unceremoniously, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, making me taste and lick off my own cum. I was ashamed to admit that it turned me on even more than I already was.
"Don't worry, I'll make you drink my cum too." he assured me while forcefully thrusting into me. Schneizel was a relentless fuck machine. He was fucking me so hard that his balls slapped against my asscheeks.
"You've gone quiet. Did I tell you to stop moaning like the bitch you are?
" A large hand suddenly came down on my left asscheek, hard.
I jumped and cried out in half-pleasure, half-pain.
Schneizel had a way of finding a person's deepest desires and kinks and commanding them to suit his own needs.
Mine was pain. I loved a little rough play.
A few minutes later, I felt him start to swell inside me. I started to panic a little, "Don't come inside me, Schneizel."
If he heard me, he made no indication.
"I'm going home after this... I can't go... ugh slow down... I can't go with your c-cum trailing out of my ass! OH, FUCK!"
Suddenly, Schneizel went into overdrive and started pounding into me like a possessed man.
All rational thought went out the window as I concentrated on the sheer, unadulterated pleasure I was receiving from my back end.
I could feel one of the greatest climaxes of my life brewing inside me, waiting to explode and drown me in a sea of hot white. I couldn't fucking wait.
The climax was so legendary, so utterly wonderful that my eyes rolled back into my skull. I screamed as I came, letting out wave after wave of cum while being filled to overflowing from behind. He came inside me so much that some of it came out and dribbled down the inside of my thighs.
"I saved some for your other mouth." He pulled out of me and it all came gushing out onto the mat. With one effortless shove, he pushed me onto my back and fed me his dick. "Suck it." he commanded with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
I eagerly did what I was told, taking in his head into my mouth and letting my tongue go wild. Hot cum hit my tongue and rolled down my throat. I swallowed every last drop and then cleaned his dick for him like the bitch I was.
"Good boy." Schneizel said as he leaned down to kiss me on the mouth.
We slowly walked, hand-in-hand, down the sidewalk leading to Schneizel's house.
It was the summer house they stayed in for a few months in the year at a time, and mine was close by.
I'd agreed to walk him to his house, and we were chatting (well, I was chatting and Schneizel was quietly and attentively listening) when I spotted the ruckus up ahead.
A group of men in black suits were gathered in front of one of the fancy houses in the neighborhood. They were shouting and screaming at the occupants of the fancy house, who had a few guards stationed outside.
"Isn't that... isn't that my family in front of your house?
!" I asked as I quickly became increasingly alarmed.
My family, the Walshes' and Schneizel's family, the Crosses were like water and oil, they did not mix, seeing that both our families were in some pretty illegal business which made us business rivals.
Our families were constantly plagued by the occasional skirmish -which often involved smuggled guns- between our men, forever escalating the situation and keeping us from reaching a truce of some sort.
I'd met Schneizel in college, and part of the reason why I was so attracted to him was the fact that he was the forbidden fruit.
The fact that my family had showed up in front of Schneizel's home could only mean one thing: trouble.
We both bolted in the direction of the house, and arrived just in time to hear my older brother yell at Schneizel's father, "Keep your fag son the hell away from my brother! We don't want him catching any of those germs!"
I came to a halt like a deer in headlights, horrified. They knew Schneizel and I were secretly seeing each other?! But how? I'd been so careful!
They noticed us and all eyes fell on me.
Judgmental stares. Disapproving stares. Even disgusted stares.
Suddenly, the world darkened around me and only the judgmental eyes remained, boring into me.
I began to freak. No one was supposed to know that I was gay; my family would never allow it. I'd be disowned, or worse!
"W-What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at my brother, my trepidation seeping into my voice. His cerulean eyes, so much like mine, burned holes into my face. I could feel the disgust emanating from him in waves.
"Is it true that you're going out with... with..." -he pointed an accusatory finger at Schneizel- "him?!"
"Um... I..." I couldn't say that I was! I just couldn't!
Suddenly, I felt Schneizel's hand slip into my own and thread our fingers together.
"What are you doing?" I hissed and tried to pull my hand away, but Schneizel's grip only tightened.
"I beg you, please. Don't do this! You promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone!" I pleaded with him, tears brimming in the corners of my eyes.
Don't, please, you'll ruin me!
But Schneizel would have none of it, for he was determined to announce our relationship to the world. He met my pleading eyes with his determined ones. Chin raised, he said to my brother, "It's true, we're dating. I care deeply for Cain."
Slowly, I turned to look at my brother. The expression of sheer revulsion on his face tore my heart from my chest. My own brother was looking at me as if I were the lowest of the low. My own brother was looking at me with disgust, and so were all of his men.
"YOU TURNED MY brOTHER INTO A CUM-GUZZLING WHORE? A FUCKING FAGGOT?!" Suddenly, my brother roared and pulled the gun from his belt.
All hell broke loose. Bullets started flying.
Schneizel pushed me down to the ground, but not before a bullet him my left knee cap.
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