Extreme in the "Mailbox"
The institute was closed, and the building gradually began to fall into disrepair. The local residents helped with that. Some took doors, others took window frames for their dacha estates. Some simply broke things, as we are genetically predisposed to a craving for destruction.
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the concrete fence sections were being hauled away somewhere, but first, the dacha owners removed the barbed wire, as in dacha life, this thing is indispensable against raids by uninvited guests on the garden plots.Now the abandoned building was used for a different purpose. Some, who couldn't hold it in, would run here to relieve themselves. They didn't go above the first floor. Others used this place to drink alcohol away from the public eye and the police.
My buddy Tolik and I, however, visited this building for thrills. Without attracting attention, we would go up to the top, sixth floor and do things here that added adrenaline to our blood. We would strip naked, wander around like that throughout the building, occasionally watching from the window openings to see if any outsiders were about to disturb our peace with their presence.
Tolik insisted that we improve our relationship, but I wasn't ready for that yet. Though, at home, when alone, I would insert objects resembling a male phallus into my ass, but, firstly, they were thinner and I could always stop. Over time, I learned to massage my prostate gland with the handle of a chapelnik (a traditional kitchen tool), which was no longer used in the household since all our frying pans had handles.
I didn't tell Tolik about my experiments, fearing he would insist on inserting his own cock instead of the chapelnik handle.
And then the second half of spring arrived. The weather was magnificent. Everyone immediately shed their jackets and coats and started dressing for summer. And of all times, Tolik had to catch a sore throat. On Sunday, I went to visit him. He was lying in bed with his throat wrapped, and on the nightstand next to the bed was a pile of medicines and a drink in a faience mug.
After chatting about this and that, telling him school news, I sat for decency's sake for about half an hour and said goodbye to him and his parents, wishing Tolik a speedy recovery.
I went up to the top floor and took off my clothes – my shirt and jeans. I wasn't wearing underwear, as in case of unforeseen circumstances, they only hindered getting dressed quickly.
As soon as I was naked, my cock instantly reacted to it and assumed a vertical position. The nudity of my own body excited me.
I made a raid to the first floor and, after wandering there, began to go back up. Suddenly, in a window opening on the staircase, I saw two soldiers heading towards the building. One had a bag in his hands. Thinking the soldiers had dropped in to take a leak, I leisurely continued up to the top floor, listening from time to time to what was happening.
Having reached the fourth floor, I looked down the stairwell and saw that the soldiers weren't planning to stop and were also coming up. I quickened my pace and soon found myself on the top floor, as I considered it, in my refuge.
But a few minutes later, the soldiers also ended up here. I hid behind a partition and watched them with half an eye. It was too late to get dressed, and impossible – my clothes were lying in another corner of the floor.
"Well, shall we do it here?" one soldier asked the other.
"Of course. It doesn't stink here like downstairs," replied the second. "And here's a suitable table." He pointed his hand at an empty crate.
They spread a newspaper on the crate, and on it, they laid out from the bag a bottle of vodka, a loaf of bread, and sliced sausage. To this, they added two cans of beer. They even had disposable cups. "Cultured guys," I thought to myself.
"This banquet could drag on for a long time. How do I get out of this situation now?" I pondered. Despite the presence of strangers nearby, my cock was sticking out like a fence post, and pre-cum was oozing from the slit.
Meanwhile, the soldiers poured the vodka, drank, and had a snack.
"Listen, Kolya. We should see if there are any more crates here, because standing isn't very pleasant," one of them said and lit a cigarette.
"That's true too," agreed Kolya. "You, Minya, look over there, and I'll look over here." And they went in different directions in search of crates to sit on.
I stood there, neither alive nor dead, as Kolya was approaching my hiding place. His surprise knew no bounds when he looked behind the concrete partition and saw me.
"Whoa! Where did you come from, lovely child?" he asked. "Hey, Minya, come here quick!"
The second soldier, named Minya, appeared immediately, his mouth open in surprise.
"Are there many of you like this here?" he asked. I shook my head negatively, meaning I was alone. "Well, good. Come on, let's drink to our acquaintance." I agreed, but first wanted to get dressed, but they didn't allow me to do that.
"It's warm now, you won't freeze," said Kolya. "And we're not planning to stay dressed for long either," and he laughed. I understood the meaning he put into those words later.
We drank and had a snack. The soldiers smoked, and I declined a cigarette because I didn't smoke. They brazenly examined my body, which embarrassed me somewhat. The thing is, despite the awkwardness of the situation, my erection wasn't going away.
"Good boy," Kolya stated after a detailed inspection of my body. "And a nice cock, and most importantly, shaven. I like them shaven, and you, Minya?" He nodded in agreement.
Kolya unceremoniously began to touch my cock and balls and feel my buttocks. I tried to move away from him, but he interrupted my attempt: "Stand still!" he ordered. Then he unbuttoned and lowered his pants, pulling out his still flaccid cock.
"Well, will you suck us off, the defenders of the Motherland?" he asked mockingly, though his words carried more of an order. At first, I started to refuse, but he interrupted me: "Or it'll be worse," a threat sounded in his words.
I realized I had gotten into an adventure and in case of my disobedience, I would simply be beaten, but they would get their way. Sighing resignedly, I squatted down and began to play with his cock. And when it stiffened a bit, Kolya shoved it into my mouth. A specific smell of a long-unwashed body hit my nose, but suppressing my disgust, I began to suck his cock.
"The kid sucks pretty well," said Kolya, clearly addressing Minya. "You can feel the experience." I glanced sideways at Minya; he had lowered his pants and was caressing his still dormant penis with his hand.
After a while, Minya pushed Kolya aside and shoved his cock into my mouth, which also didn't smell very pleasant. I understood that soldiers don't shower every day and barely held back the urge to vomit.
Kolya, standing nearby, was masturbating vigorously and couldn't hold back – he came.
"Damn it!" he said. "Rushed it, wanted to cum in the kid's mouth." And I continued sucking Minya, secretly glad that I didn't have to swallow Kolya's cum.
Minya wasn't in a hurry and stopped me.
"Enough for now," he said. "We need to drink some more." He went to the crate and poured vodka into the cups. I struggled to stand up; my legs had gone numb from squatting. He handed me a cup and clinked his with mine. We drank. Then he poured for Kolya, who poured the contents into his mouth. They smoked, sipping beer from the cans.
I wanted to think that this was the end of it.
"Well, guys, I'll go, they're already waiting for me at home," I said, preparing to go to the corner where my clothes were.
"Don't rush," replied Minya. "Stay with us. You'll have time." I understood that as long as he didn't finish, they wouldn't let me go.
After smoking, they decided to use me to the fullest. Minya led me to a window opening and told me to bend over, leaning my hands on the base of the opening.
"Too bad there are no condoms," he said regretfully. "My cock will stink of shit." I understood he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I protested that I wouldn't do it without a condom. "And who's going to ask you?" he asked threateningly.
Then I remembered that in my jeans pocket, I had a pack with three condoms. I had them, just in case. And now they came in handy. I took out the pack and handed it to him.
"Look, Kolya. A resourceful kid. As if he knew we'd meet him today." He took one item out of the pack, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and pulled the rubber onto his phallus. His cock was no more than 17-18 centimeters long, thickly overgrown with black hair. "Well, get into position," he ordered me when his phallus was in its protective armor.
I bent over, and he, spitting on his hand, lubricated my anus and the tip of the condom with saliva. Feeling him press against my hole, I tried to relax, thinking that the chapelnik handle had sufficiently prepared my anus. But when he began to insert his unit into me, I felt pain and let out a moan.
Minya, paying no attention to my moans, firmly holding me by the hips, persistently pushed his phallus deeper into me. And now his hairy pubis pressed against my buttocks. Minya began, first slowly, then increasing the pace, to move his piston inside me.
"Well, here it is," I thought. "What Tolik insisted on has happened, and unfortunately, not with him, but with some soldiers."
Kolya stood nearby, watched all this, and was jerking off his cock, which just wouldn't get hard. He decided to try another option and, moving my right hand away from the wall, stood in front of me. I again leaned my right hand on the concrete. Kolya lifted his half-asleep cock and shoved it into my mouth.
Now the guys were using all my natural openings. Gradually, thanks to my tongue, Kolya's cock woke up, and it became comfortable for me to suck it.
"Minya, are you going to finish soon?" Kolya asked his friend. "I want to too." Minya simply brushed him off, as if to say, don't interfere. His movements became more abrupt, and I felt his head massaging my prostate. Sometimes I managed that with the chapelnik, and then I could cum without using my hands.
Minya began to emit erotic moans and drive his stake all the way to the balls. Since in these matters, I was still inexperienced, I didn't know that this was a harbinger of an imminent orgasm. Soon Minya's whole body shook, and I felt his phallus twitching inside me. He made a few more movements with it and stopped, driving his cock all the way to the root.
Now I understood that he had come and was experiencing the emotional moment of his orgasm. Finally, he pulled out of me and, still with intermittent breathing, announced to everyone that he had come really well.
Now it was Kolya's turn. With trembling hands, he put a condom on his tense cock and entered me right away. I no longer felt pain, as Minya had well prepared my anus.
Kolya's cock was a couple of centimeters shorter, but still, its head began to massage my prostate gland. At this time, Minya approached from the side and ordered me to lick his cock. He had already managed to remove the condom, and salty semen was still oozing from the slit. I had to suck it off and lick the head until it shone.
For some reason, I had already stopped feeling disgust, and the urge to vomit ceased. Kolya continued to pound my ass, and I wanted to cum. Physically, I felt my cock begin to twitch, and soon it spectacularly shot its juice onto the concrete wall. I wanted it to continue, it felt so good: to feel the movements of Kolya's rod inside me and simultaneously ejaculate seminal fluid.
Being in euphoria, I didn't notice how Kolya came and pulled out of me. And only his slap on my buttocks brought me back to reality. I stood up to my full height and began to run my hand along my shaft, squeezing out the last drops.
"Well, good job, kid," said Minya, handing me a cup of vodka. "And you came yourself," he nodded towards the concrete wall, sprayed with my semen. We drank, and Kolya finished the remaining vodka straight from the bottle neck. Then they finished their sausage and drank the beer.
They had long since pulled up and buttoned their pants, and I was still standing naked next to them.
"Well, okay. We're off," said Minya. "Thank you, and don't be offended if something wasn't right. And if you liked it, come next Sunday. We'll continue our acquaintance." They shook my hands and left, descending the staircases.
"So that's it," I thought. "You were raped, and they didn't even ask your name. But, overall, it wasn't bad and even pleasant."
While getting dressed, I thought: should I tell Tolik everything and come here next Sunday with him, or keep quiet and show up for the date with the soldiers alone?
"Well, okay. There's a whole week until next Sunday," I thought. "I'll have time to tell my friend everything if needed."
BERLI.