In With The Wolves

Before the love and romance tomorrow, here's something a little... Rougher! 

All characters are 18+

“You’re so shy!”

“Are you always this quiet?”

“Why don’t you talk much?”

Those were the questions I was used to. My whole life I’d been hearing them, whether it be from irritatingly obnoxious family members, or the confident, loud kids in school. I was the shy kid. The quiet kid. The kid who kept himself to himself. Even when I turned eighteen and reached my final year of high school, I remained exceedingly timid.

The fact of the matter was simple. I was shy, but I had good reason to be. I realised I was gay earlier than most people, and I grew up in the most conservative town, raised by the most conservative family, and surrounded by the most conservative people in the country. Being shy wasn’t just an unfortunate personality trait, it was something that had kept me safe throughout my childhood.

I never considered coming out to anybody. It would have meant certain banishment from my family, which, although it wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, would have left me with nothing.

I often compare being a gay guy in my home town to perpetually adding Mentos to a giant barrel of Coke. With each passing day, the need and desire to completely explode becomes so unbearable that eventually, boom.

I had no gay friends, no gay relatives, no gay icons to look up to. Sex was a punishable offence if not with a wife, and even the act of masturbation was a sin which would see you marched up to the local pastor. To say that I was living a nightmare, was the understatement of the century.

Dad insisted I got a job when I turned eighteen. Honestly, I wasn’t even pissed. Anything that kept me out of the house was a bonus, and even more so when I was being paid for it. It was a friend of his who got me the job, but this wasn’t just your standard store clerk or bar boy role.

Red Rock House was situated about ten miles outside the town. The place was surrounded by endless desert on all sides, and for good reason, too. Everyone I knew called it the Halfway House, because it was a place where newly released prisoners stayed as part of their parole conditions.

Now, I want to give you a bit of background here. I was an innocent eighteen year old who spoke in whispers and had to be reminded to look people in the eye during conversations. I was five foot eight, one twenty, and about as intimidating as a wet sponge. So, when I arrived for my first day and was informed that I was to become the new security guard for Red Rock House, you’ll understand why that didn’t sit too well with me.

The old guard, a huge man with biceps the size of basketballs and a scarred, leather face, handed me a uniform, a flash light and a baton.

“Don’t be afraid to use that” he said, pointing at the baton and whacking me hard across the shoulder, “because they won’t be afraid to test you”.

I strongly considered running right out the door and taking the ten mile journey home on foot. How could anybody expect me to do something like that? I was quite literally, the worst person on the planet for the role, and yet the old guard waited until I changed into the uniform and left me with one final piece of advice.

“The walkie talkies don’t work” he explained, “and the phones don’t really get much service, so if you need someone, you just gotta wait until the morning”.

The place was pretty much what I expected it to be. It was a small building as opposed to a large house, with ten bedrooms crammed together. There was one bathroom which they all shared, a common room downstairs which looked as though it had been bombed, and a kitchen which looked similar. My only saving grace was that between me and them, I had a small office area that I kept locked for most of the night.

Pedro Sanchez had served fifteen years for a crime that had shocked the nation. He was a big, beefy guy who wore white sleeveless shirts which showed off the countless tattoos on his dark skin.

Shawn Rodney had been busted with so many drugs that the cops called him El Rodney. He’d done ten years, and it looked as though he’d spent every second of those years in the gym. He had cornrows pinned tight to his head, and a constant angry look on his sculpted face.

Trey Burnshaw was your typical white guy gangster wannabe. He wore baggy clothes, spoke with a forced accent and said things like “homie” and “y’feel me?”. He’d only been in prison for two years for a burglary, be he acted like he’d been the head of a cartel. At twenty-two, Trey was one of the youngest guys in there.

The reason I’m telling you about those three guys is because they were the men who changed my life. There were no romanticisms between us, nor were there any gentle moments where they helped me to awaken myself, but they certainly awakened something in me, that’s for sure.

After a week of trying to get comfortable in the new role, I realised that it would never happen. I wasn’t cut out for the masculine chit-chat that cops had when they dropped off new guys, nor was I able for the apparent banter when the ex-cons made comments about me from the other side of the thin, perspex windows.

“You know you wouldn’t last a second in prison” Shawn Rodney told me one night as he mopped up the lobby area, “I know guys who would rip that skinny ass up”.

I ignored him, because what else could I do? Pedro appeared a moment later and joined in.

“Damn, son” he grinned, breathing on the window, “you would have made a lot of guys happy on the inside, you know that?”

Trey slithered over to join in, and I watched as he grabbed his crotch and sneered at me.

“You woulda’ made me happy, bro” he told me, squeezing himself, until Pedro turned around and scoffed.

“Now how the hell would you have had any time for that, when all your time was spent making other men happy?!”

Shawn sniggered, Trey stopped talking and turned red, and Pedro turned back to me.

“Why don’t you come into the common room?” He asked seriously, “you’re looking awful uncomfortable in that uniform”.

I could give you the details of how I refused, and how I became increasingly angry. I could explain that I warned the three men as best I could, with all the authority that I could muster. I could even tell you how I threatened them with the cops, but there’s no point in that. As the three men teased me and called me names that were both offensive and endearing, my pants became wet with excitement.

It was the first time in my life that I was being looked at in a sexual way. In fact, they were barely looking at me as a person at all.

“I bet that pussy would feel so good around my fuck stick” Shawn groaned, pushing his large tongue through one of the tiny holes in the perspex.

“Come on out baby” Pedro mumbled, his hand down his shorts, playing.

“We know you’re a bitch, man” Trey added, and I could see his erection through his pants.

There weren’t many rules in Red Rock, but staying inside the office in times of trouble was one of them. I should have remained in place and waited for help to arrive as the three sexual predators surrounded me, but in that moment, I decided that it was finally time to grow up.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, picking up the bunch of keys from the desk and walking toward the door as they gawped and grinned.

My hands shook as I searched through them. This was, without a doubt, the most insane, stupid, ridiculous thing I had ever done, but my dick had taken over my brain, and when the lock finally cracked open, I was pulled into the hallway.

“Such a cute little bitch, huh?” Shawn snarled, pushing me against the wall and holding me there by my shirt. Trey and Pedro appeared either side of him, touching me all over.

“They done fucked up when they put a pretty boy like you in with the wolves” Pedro breathed in my ear, yanking at my collar until the top buttons burst off.

“Bring him into the rec” Trey said, and hurried over to lock the door, “we’re gonna have some motherfucking fun tonight!”

I let myself be led down the corridor. Truth be told, I didn’t have much choice in the matter, but I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Sure, it was dangerous, but I’d only ever experienced the tantalising pleasures of orgasm twice in my life, and already I was more aroused than I could ever remember.

They slammed the common room door behind them as we entered. There were three old sofas around the walls, a broken television on a bracket and a stained pool table in the centre.

They shoved me forward, but lunged at me a second later. My jacket was dragged down my arms from behind, the rest of the buttons on my shirt shot across the floor, and my belt was ripped from my waist.

“Skinny little whore, huh?” Shawn hissed, sliding his hand around my back as the other two removed my black pants with ease. “You think we’re gonna take it easy just because you’re some rich white boy?”

I had no answers for them. I wasn’t rich by any means, but that didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered now, except this.

Trey swiped my boxers down and I gasped with pleasure as my hard, five inch cock bounced out. Pedro wasted no time in grabbing hold of it and dragging me toward him.

“I knew you were enjoying this, son” he grinned, and I could smell the stench of sweat from him as he breathed on me. “But I’m gonna enjoy it so much more”.

I was naked now. It was the first time in my life where I was naked in front of other people for purposes other than cleaning. I could hardly catch my breath as more hands swarmed over my body. They weren’t gentle in the slightest, and I whimpered as my ass cheeks were dragged apart, exposed and then slapped.

“Oh yeah, you cry, slut, you cry”.

I wasn’t crying. In fact, I was moaning.

Someone rubbed my asshole which was spread painfully wide. Someone else stroked my hard cock, and just as I was beginning to lose myself in the phenomenal sensations, I was slapped hard in the face.

“You ain’t here for you, pretty boy” Pedro reminded me, and suddenly I was on my knees, and a large, dark cock hung inches from my face, dripping wet and pulsing.

“Come on, motherfucker” he snapped, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer to it, “start swallowing!”

I felt like I’d been possessed. I leaned forward instantly and began tonguing at his huge, veined cock meat. It responded to my touch by pouring out thick streams of clear fluid which I gulped down hungrily.

Shawn jerked me to the right. His cock was almost twice the size of my one, and darker again than Pedro’s. He grabbed it in his fist and forced the red, slippery head between my lips.

“Fuck, bitch, you use those teeth anymore and I’ll pull them out!”

I wrapped my lips over my teeth and sucked as best I could. His taste was stronger than Pedro’s, but just as delicious. He drove it down into my throat and held me in place as he thrust violently.

The smell of cock filled my nostrils. Pedro stood once side, pumping his pole and drooling pre-slop onto my eyes. Trey held my head for them, proving that he wasn’t as dominant as either, but much more than I.

“I want to see him eat some ass” Pedro said, and within seconds, Shawn had turned around, spread his dark globes apart, and my face was being pushed into his asshole.

I thought in that moment, that I would cum there and then. The intoxicating stench of his manly, musky ring made me moan out as my tongue instinctively found his most intimate area. It was salty and moist, and I could have spent the rest of my life making out with it.

“Fuck” he grunted, sliding his hand up and down his cock, “this little ass eater ain’t bad!”

My rimming skills were short lived. Hands grasped me again, strong, cruel hands that didn’t care for my well-being. I was thrown onto the pool table, on my hands and knees like a dog, and I felt the blistering sting of Pedro’s hand as it crashed against my ass.

“Look at you, officer” he sniggered, and drove his finger directly into my hole as I yelped. “You feelin’ like such a tough guy, now?”

My cock twitched and spilled pools of pre onto the green fabric. I looked down and wondered if that’s what had caused all the other stains, too.

“I wanna fuck him” Trey said excitedly, and a second later, he was naked.

For a skinny guy, he had a great body. He, too, must have spent a lot of time working out inside. His cock, however, was only slightly larger than mine.

My mind raced with filthy thoughts as he crawled onto the table and mounted me. This was it. This was the moment that I had dreamt of for so long. I was losing my virginity, and I didn’t care that it was to a guy who had spent the last two years in prison.

I heard him spit on his hand, then listened as he massaged it into his erection. He dug a finger into me, spreading my sphincter apart until he could fit two, and before he replaced them with his cock, Shawn was on his knees in front of my face.

“You’ve got two holes, boy” he whispered, shoving himself back into my mouth, “and we ain’t wasting them”.

The pain lasted only a few seconds until my asshole acclimatised to being fucked by Trey. He got down to business instantly, and I can’t say I blamed him. He’d likely been deprived of sex for quite a while, so when he began to frantically fuck me, I let him.

“Look at this little whore” Pedro said from beside me, reaching between my legs and squeezing my eager cock. I moaned onto Shawn’s meat. “He’s desperate for an orgasm”.

Trey ploughed my hole until I was sure that I was going to explode. He held my waist and slammed himself into me over and over again until finally he gasped and pumped his load deep into my bowels.

They switched places. Pedro dragged his large cock down my wet, cum-filled hole as Trey began to fondle me. Shawn kept every inch of his meat embedded into my throat, and I continued to breath in his musk as my nose remained buried in his pubes.

“Ouch!” I mumbled, feeling my asshole being spread far wider than it should have been.

“Oh shut up, slut” Pedro snapped, whacking my ass with his strong hand, “you should be thanking us for this!”

He was right. I would thank them.

Being fucked by Pedro was an entirely different experience to being fucked by Trey. I felt my insides move for Pedro. He was quite literally fucking my guts, and each long, hard stroke made me squeal as he pumped.

The harder he fucked me, the more it felt like I was gonna piss on the pool table, and my mind was completely frantic as I tried to figure out which cock to focus on.

Shawn thrust slowly and lazily, allowing me to savour every second of the sloppy blowjob. Spit poured down my chin and covered his rod, and each swallow filled my stomach with more pre-seed.

“Aight” he finally said, “I’m feeding this motherfucker”.

The words had barely left him when my mouth flooded with thick, hot sperm. The taste was sharper than even the flavours of his asshole. I gulped it down as best I could, but the man was like a hose. Cum surged into my throat, some of it even poured from my nostrils, but I swallowed and swallowed until my belly swelled with the stuff.

Behind me, Pedro was fucking me with such force that I was sure my asshole would never recover. It had stopped hurting a long time ago, but he was touching something inside me that sent violent bursts of electrical pleasure through every inch of me.

“I’m filling the little cock slut from behind” he announced, and I felt his large pole expand inside me, before waves of sperm drenched my guts.

At that exact moment, years worth of cum ejected from my aching, raw cock. I almost screamed with the intensity of the orgasm. It felt like someone had set me on fire, but the fire was the most amazing thing I had ever felt.

My eyes rolled back, my fingers and toes curled, my asshole clenched, my muscles tensed. Everything that was good in the world, became better. Every bad feeling, melted. Everything, even my fucking hair, turned so sensitive that even the air around me felt arousing.

“Are you good?”

“Hey, kid, do you need us to call someone?”

“Hello?”

My eyes flickered open. Three men stood above me, all topless, all sweating, all beautiful.

“Thank fuck for that” Shawn sniggered, rubbing my chest, “I thought we’d fucked you to death”.

I managed to lift my head slightly, and found myself still on the pool table, drenched in cum, and completely naked.

“Are you okay?” Pedro asked, and I realised that he was wiping my face with a damp cloth, “you gave us quite a fright, man”.

I continued to lie there until a laughter began inside me. I had just orgasmed so hard that I’d passed out, and I wasn’t one bit upset about it. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed again until the others joined in, and when it eventually died down, they helped me up.

“I was gonna’ quit” I admitted, as Trey returned with one of his own shirts, and handed it to me. “But I don’t think I will”.

Shawn nodded and patted me on the back.

“Good” he said, “everyone else that’s been here has been real shy, real quiet, doesn’t say much, but you… Damn, son, you’re not like that at all”.