Peterson'd - part four catch and released

It was just a matter of time that people found about Mr. Peterson and myself. The excuses of bike wrecks, falling down stairs, and getting into fights to explain the visible markings on my battered body were wearing thin. The late night trip to the emergency room was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I had told my folks that I was spending the night at my friend's house but really I was at Mr. Peterson's. I rode by bike over to Mr. Peterson's house and parked it in his backyard so no one would see it. I was wearing my usual jean shorts, knee high socks, tennis shoes, T-shirt, and no underwear. When I got there, Mr. Peterson had been drinking. He was in a bad mood. He was upset because I was a few minutes late. I tried to make sure that no one saw me so I just rode around until I thought it was clear. He told me to strip. As soon as I took my shirt off he backhanded my face. I went down easily falling into a cabinet. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him. He told me to take my shorts off. I did so and handed it too him. I tasted blood in my mouth and my teeth felt loose. I gently rubbed my face as he took my shorts and cut up my shorts. I knew better than to say anything in protest because he would slap me around if I had. I stood there with my knee high socks and shoes.

Even as I shook fearfully, I was aroused. He handed my tattered shorts back and had me put them on. They didn't cover much, the strips of denim left little to the imagination. Then he did the same to my T-shirt. Again I wore the ribbons of it for him. He told me to get in his car for a ride. Mr. Peterson drove slow from how intoxicated he was. We drove around as he groped me in the seat next to him. We drove out of town to a smaller town just fifteen miles away. He stopped at a small trailer park. We got out and walked behind one of the trailers. There were two guys in a hot tub. I guaged them to be in their late thirties. One was clean shaven, the other had a thick moustache. Both were tan even in the dark. Mr. Peterson shoved me forward since I was walking slow covering myself as best as I could. The moustache man, Mike, got out of the hot tub. He was muscular and he had the longest dick I'd ever seen. He wasn't hard as it swung low between his legs. I swallowed hard in awe of his spectacular magnificence. He introduced himself as he walked around me....checking me out. He motioned the other guy, Gary, to come over. Gary wasn't as impressive. He was handsome but his body was more average looking. He was smooth all over and had a small cock.

They had me take off my clothes right there. I told them my name as they touched me. Gary and Mr. Peterson went into the trailer. I looked around at the other trailers in the park. There wasn't any lights on except for theirs. Mike placed his hand on my head and pushed down to my knees. He offered his long slender cock. I began sucking. I went all in but he told me to slow down. Mr. Peterson came out with Gary. They kissed then Mr. Peterson told me to have fun before entering his car and driving off. I stopped sucking and looked up at Mike. He smiled and said, "well I guess you are ours for the night." He smiled and made me get back to my oral duties.

The three of us made our way to the hot tub. I had gotten Mike fully erect and was working on Gary. Gary sat on the edge of the tub as I stood up to suck him. Mike was behind me. Mike began to finger my ass. He was much more gentle. He fingered me some more then inserted a second finger. He commented to Gary how tight I was. In the heat of the moment...I shook my ass with a mouthful of Gary in my mouth. Mike spit on his cock to lubricate. He lined me up. I was on my tippy toes in the slick hot tub. My ass just inches above the water level. Mike pushed his mushroom shaped tip in. I had to stop sucking Gary and let out a gasp. He was huge! Mike worked himself slowly into my ass. It felt so good. I moaned as I was able to swallow ever inch of Gary's cock into my mouth. The vibrations stimulated Gary. He liked it!.

Mike kept going slowly and deeper. He now was holding onto my hips as he lifted me up. He was so strong. I jerked when he pushed deep into me. I gulped hard on Gary's cum and being probed deeper than ever before. Mike moved me to the edge. I was propped up and Mike took control as Gary watched closely. My cock bounced into the side of the tub above the water as Mike's pace quickened. I moaned louder. It echoed and I looked back at Mike. He said i could be as loud as wanted....there were no other tenants in the trailer park. Mike felt so huge in my ass, I swallowed hard as if he was going to come up through my mouth. Gary gasped when Mike had supplanted every inch of himself in me. It hurt like hell but it also felt like nothing I had felt before. Gary pointed out the small bump in my lower abdomen when Mike was fully inserted. I looked down as if something was moving under my skin. I touched the bump and it made me quiver how oddly disgusting and erotic it was. Mike pulled out and I sucked him to finish. He cum tasted salty as I chugged four doses of his medicine.

Gary jerked me off into the hot tub. My cum erupted out of me high into the air back into the water. They liked how hard I ejaculated. I was surprised how chill they were after having sex with me. They asked me loads of questions and even let me ask a few of them. We toweled off and went inside the trailer. Gary showered first. Mike and I hung out on their couch. Mike asked how sore my ass was and offered me some pills. I was sore but declined the pills. He asked me to sit on his lap facing him. He kissed my neck and moved up to my ears. Mike made me feel weak. I reached down and played with his long pole. He was semi hard. Even semi hard I raised myself up from my knees. I took his tip as Mike's hands pulled my ass open. He went in.

It hurt but we were kissing now. His moustache tickled as I slowly rode up and down on Mike. Mike told me he loved how good my ass felt. I cringed with the slow friction of his cock in my ass but still managed to say I liked his cock very much. I even stated how he was the biggest I had ever had. We went silent except for the occasional farting sounds my ass was making and the soft moans of pain slash exctasy was in. Gary came out and saw us fucking. He sat down by Mike and they kissed. Gary began tugging on my cock. I told him, I could do it hands free. Mike looked at Gary wide eyed. He looked at me daring me to prove it. I asked for lube. Gary reached into an end table. I got off of Mike. Gary lubed Mike as I lubed my ass. The lube burned at first but felt soothing afterwards. Mike opened his legs apart. I backed into him as Gary guided Mike's cock into my ass. I was standing as he slipped up into me. I moaned and gasped as he slid easily up inside me. I stuck my ass back. Mike had his hands on my narrow hips guiding me. I started riding him. I did half squats up and down. Gary had moved a chair in front of me to watch. My cock bounced up and down smacking into flesh. I was hard. I placed my knees over my skinny thighs to help. I only thought of Mike's long cock in my ass even though Gary was slapping his pud in front of me. I was getting close when Mike picked me up from behind. His cock went extremely deep. I let out a cry. He carried me over to their kitchen table. I was bent over the table edge. My feet barely touched the ground. My cock was swinging up against the under side of the table when Mike pounded deeper into me. My moaning and grunting grew louder the harder Mike throttled me. Then I shot off my load. My legs turned to jello as my body jerked. Mike pulled out making me shoot my load harder. I let out an unintelligible sound of relief and emptiness. Mike turned me around as I slumped to the floor. I sucked him dry. Swallowing it all.

In all I choked down three servings of cum from both Mike and Gary. The only other thing I had was water. My ass and throat had never been so sore. Even though I ached all over, I was smitten with how sexy Mike was and how fun Gary was too. I had forgotten about Mr. Peterson for a while. As the sun was coming up, Mike and Gary each made a trip into my ass before I heard a car pull up. Mr. Peterson looked like hell as he was recovering from the alcohol. He asked me how it went. I wanted to tell him how great it was but down played it as not to upset him.

We got back and he told me to take off. As I gingerly got on my bike with shaking legs and a sore bottom, Mr. Peterson told me we were done and he had found a new boy. CJ was his name. I knew who he was. He was this tall lanky seventeen year old who all the girls wanted but didn't know he was gay. I knew i couldn't compete witn his perfect tanned body, swimmers build, perfect hair, blue eyes, and model like looks. I rode home crying not from the physical pain in my stomach but the pain of being replaced.

Two and half hours later, I was getting my stomach pumped. What they found was alarming. First, thinking it was my friend's semen they found in from my stomach. When that wasn't the case, I admitted to being raped by the guy who fucked me in Mr. Peterson's behind the laundry mat. I didn't tell them I was in his car instead I said it happened at the park. They never caught the guy I had described. Mr. Peterson later thanked me for not ratting him out even though he replaced me. He gave me one more good spanking before letting me go.