Shameless Lust 5 by David S Shorts
(I do not know any of the actors or the sexual preferences portrayed in this story. This story is fictional and should be taken as such. Shameless is copyright of Channel Four television.)
When Carl woke up the following morning he had a rock hard cock and he couldn't help thinking about the action that he, along with Ches and Ian would be involved in that night. Fate, however, was to intervene and Carl would never make that meeting – but at this point he had no way of knowing that.
He was lying in his bed stroking his hard on and wondering if he was beginning to get into all this gay stuff a bit too much. He was worried that he was enjoying it and as a straight teen boy that troubled him. On the other hand he just saw himself as a horny lad who was getting his rocks off and earning some good cash in the process. He pretty much convinced himself that as long as he didn't let anyone fuck his ass then it wasn't too gay.
He looked at the clock and realized that in this daydreaming he had made himself late for school and spent the next 15 minutes getting into his school uniform and searching frantically around the house for his P.E. kit that he would need that morning. He eventually found his shirt, shorts and socks and left the house at speed, already knowing that he would be late anyway and that a detention was highly likely. He arrived at school at 9.05 and, as predicted, was grabbed by Mr Flynn, the Head of Upper School. "Late again Gallagher" he said "looks like yet another detention for you lad". Carl sighed as the teacher told him to be in the detention room at 3.45 when school finished. As he made his way to class Carl couldn't help feeling that Mr Flynn was checking out his arse as he walked off down the corridor.
Mr Flynn had been at the school for over 35 years and had seen many chancers like Carl come and go but rarely, he thought, had he seen a boy with such a fantastic butt. He was usually attracted to the younger boys, mainly the 11 and 12 year olds, and he rarely lusted over a boy who was 14 or over but he would definitely make an exception for the Gallagher boy he decided. He watched Carl's arse as he made his way along the school corridor and found himself thinking about times gone by when a boy like Carl who was late would have been bent over a desk and had his arse beaten with a cane – those were the days he thought.
Carl finally got to his History class and, in the absence of having any interest at all in crop rotation, found himself daydreaming as usual. He tried to avoid thinking about what was planned for later that night or indeed anything even vaguely connected to sex as he didn't want to spend the rest of the morning trying to hide a hard on in his school pants. He did think about Mr Flynn though and wondered if the teacher might be a good source of income if Carl got friendly with him – would be a good way to raise his grades too. He rejected the idea, deciding that Mr Flynn was just too repulsive at any price, and grabbed his bag to make his way to PE as the bell had gone. He walked alone to the changing rooms and sat on one of the benches.
School changing rooms are strange places and seem to have a life of their own. They have a distinctive smell – they smell of boys. They are noisy and busy and full of activity. When full of adolescents they are places of anxiety. Some boys are happy to show their newly grown equipment to anyone who wants to look. Others are shy, hiding in the corner and changing quickly. Carl had no such anxiety really, he was fit and toned and had a respectable boy cock and so had never worried about changing in front of others. Like all boys, he couldn't help checking out the other lads to find his place in the pecking (or pecker) order.
The PE kit at Chatsworth High School was simple, purposely so, as most parents in this part of Manchester had little money for expensive items of school uniform. The kit comprised of a white rugby style shirt, plain white nylon shorts and white socks and Carl removed his stuff from his bag and prepared to get changed. He stripped off his shirt and replaced it with the PE shirt before dropping his black school pants and CK boxers. Calvin Klein appeared to be the boxer shorts of choice amongst the chavvy boys of Chatsworth High.
Carl put on his white shirt and stepped into the shiny nylon shorts only to find that he was having great difficulty getting them over his well developed thighs. He took them off again and looked at the label which read "Boys - 12 years". "Damn" he said out loud, realizing that he had picked up his younger brother Liam's shorts my mistake. With no other options available to him Carl forced the shorts over his thighs and pulled them up, just about fitting his tackle and hot arse into them. One of his mates saw this and starting shouting across the room "Why have you come to school in your mums panties Carl?" Carl told him to fuck off and joined the rest of the boys filing into the gym. The next 30 minutes painful for Carl – the way too tight shorts meant that half of his ass cheeks were on show to the class and at one point he looked down and saw that his balls were hanging out of the left leg of his shorts. All of his mates found this highly amusing and didn't let Carl forget his predicament for one minute. After 30 minutes Carl had enough of the teasing and he walked back to the changing rooms alone. He sat on the bench and thought about the afternoon that was before him – he didn't like the prospect. All of the other lads would be taking the piss out of him for the rest of the day, he had double maths and then to top it all the detention for being late that morning. He decided that he was going to avoid all that and that he would wag school for the rest of the day and go into town. He might make it into the village even and see if he could earn a couple of quid before meeting up with Ian and Chesney later. This decided Carl just put his black school pants on over the tight white nylon shorts and, after putting on his school shirt, he sneaked out of the side gate of the school and started walking towards the city centre.
As he was walking he realized that he should have put his boxers back on as the Liam's too tight PE shorts were uncomfortable but it was too late for that now. By now he had decided that would definitely try to pick up a punter in the Village and then dash home to be ready to meet Ian and Ches. He walked down Bloom Street and Canal Street, alert, eager for someone to show interest in him in his sexy black school pants. Until now he had only sold his body as part of a `package deal' in that Ian had organized everything and had been by his side throughout. Ian was older, experienced and a master at risk assessment – he know which situations were likely to be safe and which to avoid. This was new territory for Carl, he was naive and without the skills to make a good choice.
Around five minutes later Carl was aware of a car passing him slowly and observed the car pull in with the driver opening his window and lighting a cigarette. "Looking for business mate ?" Carl said as he passed the car window and the driver gestured for him to get in the passenger seat. "All right" said Carl "If you're interested it's £35 for a mess around and to suck my cock. I don't take anything up me arse so you can forget it if that's what you want". The driver smiled, impressed by Carl's assertive opening and agreed to pay Carl £35 to suck the teens cock and for Carl to cum in his mouth. "We can go back to my place, it's only a mile away" the driver said and Carl smiled to himself, thinking about how easy it was for a hot lad like him to make money. Within 10 minutes Carl and his punter arrived at a large Victorian house in Longsight. As they walked up the path Carl assessed his punter, he was tall - over 6ft and strong – and a mild sense of unease passed over Carl.
He relaxed upon entering the house as the punter, who had identified himself as `Paul' got Carl a drink and they sat on a sofa. Paul ran his fingers along Carl's thighs caressing his legs through the black school pants when suddenly the atmosphere changed. Paul grabbed the back of Carl's neck and pulled Carl towards his saying "You do know that you're going to do anything I want today, don't you ?" Before Carl could answer Paul planted his mouth on Carl's luscious lips and kissed him. Carl jumped up and away from the sofa saying "Fuck that mate, I told you I'm only up for a bit of messing round". "But I'm going to fuck your arse mate, whether you like it or not" Paul replied causing Carl to start walking towards the door swearing. Upon opening the door he found three large men at the other side of it – they each grabbed a part of Carl and dragged the struggling teenager back to the sofa and dumped him easily on it. "Like I said kid, you're going to do anything that I want" Paul said and Carl had the first insight into the extreme nature of his situation.
Carl was thinking quickly but really couldn't work out what to do – he was surrounded by four big men and so running seemed like a highly unsuccessful strategy. He was trying to think quickly but any thought was useless as several hands both held him down and started to strip him and within a minute Carl was stripped of all his clothes except for his shorts. After they had taken his shirt and pants off the men all stopped and looked a Carl in amazement wondering how the boy got into those way too tight nylon shorts. "Well look here" one of them said "this little slut has come dressed for fun" and when Carl tried to reply one of the men slapped his arse hard causing Carl to yelp. The man that Calk knew as Paul placed Carl over his knee and held him there, running his hands around his cheeks. The tight while nylon was like a second skin and Carl was only too aware that they revealed more of his arse than was comfortable. Paul started to slap Carl's ass hard moving from one cheek to the other whilst one of the other men moved around to Carl's head, rubbing his engorged cock against the teens lips. "You better get this cock good and wet baby" the man said "make it easier for you when it slides up your pretty little hole" he added.
At this point Carl knew that protest would be fruitless and he parted his lips and took the hard 9 inches into his mouth. Carl was aware that he had four people witnessing his demise and was amazed to realize that his teen cock was hard as the assault on his mouth and ass continued. One of the men noticed this and it caused much amusement between the four men. They stood him up and commented on the obscene way Carl's hard dick tented the too tight nylon shorts. The men positioned Carl on all fours on the sofa and spread his legs a little as he felt one of the men behind him. The man behind him pulled hard at the central seam of Carl's white shorts, ripping a hole in them just about big enough for his quite large cock. Carl could feel the air on his tight bud and knew what was coming. The man positioned his rock hard cock at Carl's entrance and then pressed forward pushing the head of his cock into Carl's ass in one move. Carl screamed as the tip of the hard dick entered his hole and at the same time shot a load of hot and creamy boy cum into the front of his brothers white PE shorts.
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