How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) đ
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Pretty soon, we were gettinâ off at Highland. He could feel us slowinâ down. Feel us jumpinâ over that bumpy little bridge of an exit anâ swinginâ down to connect with the road just above the Bowl. He got real still. Too still. I got ready anâ, sure enough -- when we stopped at a light, he began poundinâ his back against the side of the van, screaminâ at the top of his lungs!
I was on him, in a flash! I yanked him back onto the vanâs floor, straddled his gut anâ rammed a forearm across his neck! He shut up, real quick.
âTry that, again,â I whispered, âyouâre dead.â
âPlease, donât do this,â he muttered from behind the gag. âJust let me go. You donât have to do this.â
I just smiled. Thatâs when I realized I could feel him breathinâ hard between my legs. Feel him squirminâ âcause his arms were pinned under him anâ his shoulders were straininâ at the position. Iâd torn his shirt when I yanked him down. Not much, just enough to show he had some full pecs anâ they had flat swirls of hair over âem, just like his legs anâ arms. No way was I ever gonna think of Connie when I was doinâ this guy. But I still started breathinâ hard. Anâ my dick still got goinâ good.
I donât know why, but I shifted down to where I was restinâ on his hips. I guess it was to take some pressure off his shoulders. He squirmed anâ stretched as best he could anâ rose up to rest on his elbows. The bottom of his shirt had ridden up, some, so I could tell he had decent abs, no six-pack but solid anâ covered with some hair. Anâ sittinâ on him like that, completely in control -- I wanted to touch him.
I slipped a hand up to his pecs. Yeah, solid muscle. He jerked but couldnât do much more. I pulled the tee shirt open some more where it was torn -- not too much; Wayne wanted to âundressâ him on camera -- anâ saw one of his tits. It was brown anâ soft anâ hair swirled around it. I played with it, a little. Shit, even when I closed my eyes, I could still feel the hair. Be even more obvious when I sucked on it. He really began to squirm, then.
âWhat -- whatâs goinâ on? Whatâre you doinâ?â
âWhat the fuck you think, faggot?â I snarled.
Then I leaned back anâ let my hands go down his legs anâ drew âem back up, pullinâ one shortsâ leg up with it. He tried to buck me off, but I smacked my legs against his sides, knockinâ the wind out of him. He stayed still, tryinâ to catch his breath. Then I shifted around to straddle his chest anâ looked down at his crotch. Anâ I unzipped his shorts anâ saw heâs wearinâ white Haynes or Jockeys or somethinâ generic, like that. Nice anâ clean, too.
I could just hear Shayes whisperinâ, âPlease, please, you donât want to do this. Iâm not that way. Please. I got a wife. I got kids. I -- I havenât seen you. Any of you. Please, just let me go. I -- I wonât report it. Please.â
âDonât worry,â I whispered, caressinâ his belly. âWeâre just gonna have some fun.â
Then I pulled his briefs up away from his dick, anâ saw he was small anâ clean anâ cut. Just like he promised.
He tried to wiggle away, so I let his briefs snap back into position anâ shifted âround on him, again, to where I was lyinâ on top of him. Man, my dick was poundinâ against my jeans, begginâ to get out. Anâ he could feel it grindinâ against his own. I held him tighter, like I was comfortinâ him. I could feel how quick he was breathinâ. I could feel his heart poundinâ. I could smell some kind of stuff on him, like Brut or Old Spice mixed in with his own sweat -- the kind of sweat that still smells clean, still smells alive. Anâ I owned him, right then. He was mine, pure anâ simple. Completely mine.
âOh, Jesus, Christ,â he muttered, âplease -- please donât hurt me.â
âWe wonât,â I said.
Then Wayne turned onto his street anâ slowed down, even more, anâ turned down an alley. He pulled up to his back gate anâ stopped. The shedâs door was right beside it. Lenny was there, waitinâ.
I could still hear Shayes whisperinâ, âPlease, really, you donât want to do this. Iâm not like that. It wonât be any good. Please, just let me go. I -- I wonât do anything to you. Please.â
Then Wayne yanked open the side door anâ it slid to a loud stop. Shayes gulped anâ started heavinâ. Wayne noticed.
âSit him up,â he said. âHead between his legs. We donât want him puking into the gag; he might choke.â I did what he said, then Wayne climbed in anâ put an arm on Shayesâ back anâ whispered, âHold on. Get back in control. Breathe deep. Donât talk. Donât even try. If you do, youâll vomit.â
Shayes tried real hard to get back in control...but he wasnât havinâ much luck. So Wayne pulled out a bandana anâ wrapped it around Shayesâ neck, then he undid the gag.
âCoke,â was all Wayne said. A second later, Lenny had a can of it anâ was offerinâ it to him. Wayne took it, pulled Shayes back by the bandana anâ forced some of it down his throat. The guy choked anâ coughed, but he stopped heavinâ. âBetter?â
After a second, Shayes nodded. Then Wayne coiled the bandana tighter anâ said, âDonât even try to call for help. Understand?â Shayes
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