The Year I Stopped Being Invisible - 12. Chapter 12

"Shhh....shhh," Jeff said, as I grimaced in pain and felt hot tears in my eyes, soaking into the black cloth blindfold.

"It...it really hurts," I managed, gritting my teeth against the searing pain in my bottom.

"Okay, okay," Jeff soothed.

He completely stopped moving, allowing my body to adjust to the presence of his thick, pulsing cock, the voluminous mushroom-shaped head of which was stretching and tearing my tight, no-longer-virgin hole. I heard a sound like glass snapping, and smelled a pungent odor under my nostrils.

"Breathe in through your nose," he said.

"What is it?" I whimpered. Whatever it was smelled like the stale locker room at Polk.

"Poppers," Jeff replied. "They'll make you relax."

I did as instructed, and started feeling other new sensations. My heart started beating faster, and I heard blood rushing in my ears. But my opening no longer hurt, and felt like it was loosening a bit, although it did seem to pulse tightly around Jeff's rigid, invading cock.

I had broken out in a sweat from the pain of his initial thrust, and though it had briefly started to cool in the frigid, air-conditioned room, the poppers made me feel flushed and hot again. More to the point, the rushing blood had now fully engorged my young staff again, and all my fears and doubts began to be swept away in a rising wave of arousal.

I exhaled deeply and whispered, "You can keep going now."

He did, grasping me firmly by my slender waist and sliding the large head of his turgid cock slowly past both my smooth, hairless outer ring and then the tighter, still semi-resistant inner ring about an inch further inside me. As the head slid fully inside me, I felt relief. It was the thickest part, and his slimmer shaft followed it easily and without any discomfort.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his hand stroking my hardened shaft. "You want more poppers?"

"No," I moaned softly, still getting used to having him inside me. My arms relaxed, and my wrists stopped straining against the steel cuffs. I grasped my bunched-up Izod tightly with both hands and said, "I'm okay."

He pulled back very slightly, then thrust slowly forward with his hips as my long, slim legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his slender, tightly-muscled waist.

I gasped as he drove into me, clutching the shirt for dear life as I felt the heat and fullness of him sliding further into the place where no one had gone before.

That was when he hit it.

I'm pretty sure we hadn't covered the prostate in Biology class yet, and if we had, I'm almost certain -- living in conservative Texas as we did -- that no one had discussed its role in sexual pleasure, but oh, boy, what I had been missing!

My eyes shot wide open behind the blindfold and a surprised yelp escaped my lips as the head of his cock made contact and slid across what I would later learn was known as "the male G-spot."

"Oh shit!" I gasped. "What's that?"

Jeff snickered and replied, "That is why people do this."

With no further explanation, he grabbed the undersides of my knees, lifting them in the air, and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. I heard his feet hit the floor as he stepped off into a standing position. With my slim butt slightly raised off the edge of the bed, Jeff began rhythmically thrusting into me, holding my legs for balance and hitting my newly-discovered interior sweet spot with every stroke. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Fullness, a sublime pressure, and an almost indescribable whole-body pleasure from each of his slow, methodic thrusts.

I imagined what Jeff must look like, standing there and fucking me, and wished that my blindfold and cuffs were removed so that I could see and run my hands over his taut, lean abdomen and muscular young chest. But things were as they were, so I merely closed my eyes and concentrated on the pure, amazing feeling emanating from his pulsing cock as it pummeled my now-eager boyhole and the hard, nutlike gland within, spreading pure ecstasy throughout my writhing young body.

Jeff began moving faster and with more urgency, gripping my knees tighter and thrusting forward with intensity and purpose. I felt the familiar, wonderful feeling begin to build inside my balls, which were pulled up tight to my body in preparation for blastoff. Again I marveled at what was happening...neither Jeff nor I were anywhere near my cock, which nevertheless tensed and rose from my belly in excitement.

"Ohhhhhhhhh shiiiiittttttttt," Jeff groaned, bucking and pumping against me, slamming my throbbing prostate as I felt his molten cum shooting deep inside me.

That sent me over the edge and I squeezed my legs tight around his waist, clutching my shirt tightly in my fists as my untouched cock shot spurt after spurt of hot, creamy boyjuice across my belly and chest. This was the most intense orgasm of my entire life, and I felt it all over my body.

I was just one giant cock, screaming and cumming like a maniac, my hips bucking and thrusting back against Jeff's as his orgasm began to subside and mine just get kept going.

Jeff withdrew slowly and lowered my feet to the floor as I shuddered and twitched from my first deep-dicking. I heard a soft tinkling of metal and then Jeff stretched himself across my body, undoing the handcuffs with one of a pair of tiny brass keys held together by a thin wire. I rubbed at my wrists and removed my blindfold, still overwhelmed and taking in the sight of his magnificent, muscled young body as I basked in contented afterglow.

His body was as perfect as I had imagined behind the blindfold, but I noticed that he was hairier than I thought, with a soft patch of fuzz in the middle of his chest, some stray black hairs around his pale nipples, and a thick, coarse treasure trail leading from his small, flat navel to a large, curly bush around his softening cock. God, it was thick. Even at half-staff, it looked enormous, and I couldn't believe that it had all fit inside me.

Jeff grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his desk and flopped down on the bed nude, handing me a washcloth from under one of his pillows.

"Wipe that before you get up here on the blanket," he said gruffly, nodding toward my quivering ass. I did so, wiping between my cheeks and around my still-hard boyhood, looking down at the unprecedented amount of cream I had shot all over my upper torso. Turning the washcloth over to a dry side, I wiped my spent passion from my skin and scooched up the bed to be level with Jeff.

Lighting a cigarette, Jeff plucked the washcloth from my hand and tossed it into a laundry hamper between the side of his bed and the wall. He offered me a cigarette and his embossed Bic lighter, which I took with trembling fingers. It took me a couple of tries to light up, as I was still shaking so much from my first no-hands, full-body orgasm.

Jeff grinned slightly, noticing my difficulties, and asked, "How did you like it?"

I lay back on a pillow, making sure to note the location of the small glass ashtray between us, and inhaled smoke deeply, then blew it out in a long, thick column which rose to the ceiling.

"It was fucking amazing," I said. "Is it always like that?"

"Well," Jeff replied, "the ether was gone by the time I started, and the poppers only last about half a minute, so the rest of it was all me and you."
I shook my head back and forth in disbelief. "I came without even touching it."

Jeff smiled at my naiveté. "That happens a lot when you get your prostate pounded. Everything's connected..." he paused and added, "little one."

I smiled wistfully, crushed out my cigarette and turned to watch as Jeff finished his own.

"You're incredible," I said quietly.

I propped myself up on one elbow and attempted to move in to kiss him, but he abruptly turned his head away and sat up, crushing out his cigarette and then jumping up from the bed.

"Let's take a shower!" he exclaimed, somewhat too loudly. "I have to go meet Harold in twenty minutes."

I shrugged, disappointed by his instant change of mood, and followed him into the bathroom. We showered quickly, Jeff turning his back to me and washing hurriedly, paying me no mind despite the fact that we were both naked, wet, and soapy less than a foot from each other. I decided to do the same, and I felt a bit of a sting, not just as I soaped my newly-popped boy-cherry, but in my heart as I couldn't understand Jeff's suddenly brusque and dismissive manner.

By the time we had finished our shower and toweled off, I was feeling incredibly empty and sad. I had been blindfolded, drugged, handcuffed, had a dick crammed in my mouth, and then been painfully buttfucked. Yes, I had come to enjoy it there at the end -- enjoy it a hell of a lot, in fact -- but losing your virginity was supposed to be special, meaningful. Emotionally meaningful, not just physically. It was something I wanted to carry with me forever in my heart, a fond memory of my passage into manhood. It should have been with someone I loved. The one I loved. This was...well, it wasn't that.

I've done a lot, God knows I've tried...

To find the truth, I've even lied...

The record was still playing as we went back into Jeff's room and he hurriedly pulled his jeans from the floor, put them on and went to his closet to select a shirt for his date. His date!

But all I know-ow-ow...

Is down inside, I'm blee-ee-ding...

"Well," Jeff said, buttoning a silk dress shirt and looking down at the floor, "you should probably go. I have to do a few things before I leave."

And super heroes come to fea-east...

To taste the flesh, not yet deceased...

I turned away, tugging up my jeans, putting on my shirt and slipping back into my Sperry TopSiders. My emotions were a mass of confusion, and I didn't want Jeff to see the tears in my eyes lest one of them betrayed me and rolled down my hot, flushed cheeks. I just wanted to get out of there at that point, which is, of course, just what Jeff wanted me to do.

And all I know-ow-ow...

Is still the beast is fee-ee-ding...

Jeff came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a perfunctory squeeze.

"That was fun," he said. " I really like the tape we made. That punk rock character is a keeper. We should do that again. See ya at school on Monday."

I nodded, not trusting my voice not to break, and headed downstairs to the front door, which I fumbled open, pulled quickly closed behind me, and ran to my bicycle in the driveway.

* * * * *

I pedaled home quickly down Walden Road, and even though my bike was a 20-speed, I stood up on the pedals like I was driving a dirt bike. The reason was that, not to put too fine a point on it, my asshole was on fire.

Between the pain in my butt, the pain in my heart, and the tears in my eyes, I was lucky to get home without wiping out on the long, steep hill leading down toward my street.

I pulled my bike alongside the garage as soon as I got to my house, leaning it against the shiny white siding and sneaking in the garage's side door. I knew that whatever was in my underpants wouldn't be pretty, and I wanted to hide them in the machine with the other dirty laundry so that it would just be done along with everything else and without individual inspection. I quickly shucked my jeans and pulled off my tighty-whities.

Sure enough, the back of my briefs was pink with faint traces of fresh blood. I got a little dizzy then, and I didn't know why. An image came to my mind...it was me, a younger me, bent over a steel trash-can, the lid smeared with blood which looked just like what was in my briefs. My head started swimming, and I shook it to clear the strange image from my thoughts. Damn, I thought. He really tore me up. I wadded the briefs into a ball, with the blood stains hidden in the middle, and pushed them way down into the washing machine, pulling other clothes on top of them. When I thought they were well- hidden, I pulled my jeans back up and ran inside to the bathroom. I needed another shower.

As I sat on the floor of the bathtub, letting the warm water pour over my head, I thought about the last few days and cried, despite the almost comical progression of my life over that time.

On Tuesday, I had kissed Taine, and he had run from the house. On Wednesday, Taine had kissed me, and then made me leave his house. On Friday, Mark Urrutia had kissed me, Kathy Witcher had given me my first blowjob, and then they locked me out of the car. And today, I had given my first blowjob, Jeff had fucked me, and then he made me leave his house.

All I could do was shake my head, feeling used and abused, cast off and rejected as the song from Jeff's room came back to my mind.

And crawling...on the planet's face...

Some insects...called the human race...

Lost in time...and lost in space...

And meaning.