Rain
It took me quite a while to post another story, mostly due to a lack of inspiration for continuing the Skye series, and a lot of school work :P
Here's Rain, a short story I felt like writing to give myself a break from the Skye series. Enjoy ^_^
The rain hadn't fallen yet, much to the relief of the already drowning lilies adorning the few visibly green lawns. A simple gleam of sunlight had yet to assert its presence in the past few days, clouds looming over every inch of the dark sky, sending off slightly dark vibes in my small town. The rustle of the brightly colored leaves being assaulted by a soft wind sent faint shivers through my spine, whilst the fragrance of a cool evening breeze tickled my nostrils. I wasn't quite sure if I liked the mood surrounding this weather, though it sure seemed to appease my troubles, or at least for a little while.
As I walked at a continuous pace down the main street, I thought about my day: same old boring schedule, being 16 years old and going to high school. This week was a bit different, though. My parents were away on a business trip, leaving me Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to reality by a cold drop of water that landed on the tip of my muzzle. It was already dark.
I walked a bit further, not quite looking around me as I knew where I was going by force of habit. I finally got to a dull brown house, big enough for my parents and me, and walked up to the doorstep. I started ruffling through my bag, looking for the same old keys as every other day, and as the routine suggests it, I was looking in the wrong compartment of my bag.
As I took my keys out, I turned around, and at that moment, there was a flash of lightning, and I could distinguish a figure zoom by. Curious as I am, I walked toward the bush where I saw the lighted silhouette, guided only by darkness and by the memory of the split second that was lit. As I stood in front of the strangely trimmed shrub, I brought my face a bit closer, trying to see if I could discern a figure hidden inside. To my surprise, I couldn't happen to find anyone hidden inside, though something grabbed me by behind. I couldn't see anything, or anyone for that matter, due to the darkness enveloping the night, but I knew someone was behind me, and that person was quite strong, restricting my movements to very little.
I tried opening my mouth to let out a scream, but my vocal cords seemed to be frozen solid, I couldn't explain why. I struggled, trying to break free from the person's grasp, with no avail, as my assailant tightened his grip, completely immobilizing me. It's still a mystery to me, how that person managed to hold me so tightly in place while standing up, but I wasn't quite thinking at that moment, so it could've been a mix of his strength and my fear that kept me there.
In my years of adolescence, I had heard about teens my age being assaulted in the streets, and I had heard my fair share of rape stories, but I didn't quite make the connection until the man ripped my pants off (I had figured out it was a man, since I could feel his throbbing naked erection pushing against my back).
I truly did not know what to do, I was being held against my will, my pants had been torn off and I could feel some rapist's erection against my back. I had never thought about my sexual orientation, being involved in school work all the time, and I never had any time for my social and love life, though I had my doubts. Feeling my member stir in its sheath was a bit of a confirmation that I was in fact gay.
At this point, my thoughts were racing through my mind, each one holding something different, but none of them was analyzing what was happening; at this point, the man had ripped of my boxers, freeing my semi-erect cock from its prison. I sighed at the sweet release, not expecting what was going to happen next. Without restraint, the rapist plunged a big part of his cock into my no longer virgin tail hole, causing me to flinch in pain, my vocal cords still paralyzed. I could hear him moan, and from his voice, I'd have been tempted to believe he was around 19 years old and very horny, which goes without saying.
I felt him pull out slightly, only to push back in, this time plunging his whole length into me, all the way to his knot, hinting me on his species. I silently yelped in pain, not being able to mutter a sound, as I was being raped right next to my house, immobilized by fear and brute strength. The man pulled out most of his cock, and buried it right back in, getting me used to the feeling of throbbing dick inside my abused hole. I could still hear him moan with every thrust he gave, enjoying every second of his delectable crime, as I felt his knot begging for entry. His balls audibly slapped against mine, and the wet tip of his dick banged my prostate, sending me closer to the edge with each deep thrust.
I gave into the pleasure, forgetting where I was and what was happening, simply focusing my own coming orgasm, wanting the moment to last. I felt him shiver close to me, feeling his warmth against my body; he's close.
Completely lost in the moment, I felt his thrusts getting faster and harder, and out of sexual instinct, I started thrusting backwards, feeling his cock pounding my prostate harder and sending surges of pleasure through my entire body, and he thrust one last time, hearing him howl as his knot audibly popped into my ass with a mix of intense pain and pleasure, sending us both overboard, my cock sending rope after rope of thick cum on the grass, his filling up my ass to the brim, none of it leaking out.
As his orgasm subsided, I felt him pop his knot out, sending waves of pain through my used hole, and I heard him running away, his footsteps reverberating on the asphalt, leaving me lying in the grass, gasping for air and lying in the puddle of my own sticky cum. I felt a cold drop of water landed on my muzzle.
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