Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... smooth, fresh-looking skin. Pretty twinks, like all the other boys I had seen in this place.

"I'll see you later Aston," said James, looking down at me with a warm smile. He kissed me deep on the mouth, making my entire body shiver with pleasure. Then he turned, and left me in the stable with the boys.

"Come and sit with us," smiled Ben, patting the spot on the bed between them. Nervously, I hopped onto bed and sat against the pillows with the two boys. Pete leaned it, took me by the cheek, and kissed me on the lips -- sensuously, lasting several seconds. Surprised, I kissed him back. When Pete had finished, Ben turned my face to him and kissed me too, his lips pressing against my mouth in a way that made my tummy flutter. Both of them were acting like this was totally normal. It seemed this was just the way boys greeted each other here.

"So," said Pete. "You're new. How did you join?"

"Well," I said hesitantly, "I haven't exactly joined. I'm just staying here temporarily."

"Oh?" asked Ben, raising an eyebrow. "How does that work?"

I explained how Kirios had given me a brief stay as a guest, and about how I would have to choose whether to stay or to leave. Pete and Ben were fascinated.

"So let me get this straight," said Pete slowly. "Twenty-four hours ago, you'd never taken cock?"

I shook my head sheepishly. "Not once," I told him. "And never sucked either. James and Sam last night were my very first. First and only, so far."

"Oh I don't think ...

... that's going to last for long," grinned Ben.

I felt myself blushing. "How did you both join?" I asked them.

Both of the boys smiled -- a dreamy, happy, naughty smile, as though delicious memories were coming back to them.

"Well," said Ben, "I was a captive originally."

"Acaptive?" I repeated, not at all sure I had heard correctly.

"Oh yes," he said wistfully. "This was back in the early years. Back then, Kirios and the others would actually go out and look for boys, then capture them, pick them up, and bring them back here to fuck. Boys who were hiding out in the wild -- like you've been doing, I guess." He sighed, a faraway look in his eyes.

"I was so frightened at first," he said quietly. "I remember shaking and shivering and begging them not to fuck me, begging them to let me go. But they just laughed."

Inside my shorts, I could feel my cock growing hard. What in the world was wrong with me? How could I possibly be turned on by this?

"And then they carried me into one of the inner chambers. And they stripped me naked, and bent me over a table, and held me down, and ..." he shivered. "So much fucking. For so long. Cock after cock after cock. Pounding and pounding in my ass, hour after hour, night after night. The community was smaller back then, but there were still enough men to gangbang me like I was nothing but their cumdump."

I realised I was breathing very heavily, hanging on every word of Ben's story.

"And I begged and wailed whenever they ...