Jake ran back to his house, still shaken by what had happen. He quickly lock the door and went to see his
mother, he was going to call the police on those sickos. "Mum!, those weirdos wanted to fuck me!" Jake yelled.
But his mother was busy on the phone, she didn't hear him. "Mum!"
Her mother was exasperated and haven't paid attention to him, having been used to Jake complaining about
everything she just zone him off. "Damn. Jake the phone is down. I have to go to the company and see they fix
it." said grabbing her keys and walking out.
"Mum! I'm trying to tell you...!"
"For crap sake Jake, I'm very busy as I am, so stop complaining. I'll bring dinner so don't eat anything. Love
you bye!" replied his mom before hastily going out.
Jake though of going after her, but although he didn't want to admit it, he was shaken by the experience and
didn't want to go out. He though of calling the police himself, but his mother was right the line was out. He
tried his cell, only his mother had take it away as punishment.
He was very agitated he tried to calm himself off. He laid down in the couch, tried to phase out his
experience, but he kept seeing the images in his head, of the three naked lads, and their bushy pubes and fat
dicks. Those images burned on his head. He felt disgusted and more agitated. He opened his eyes and saw that
his hand had involuntary rose and was massaging his crotch. He was assaulted, he was terrified, he wasn't
shaken out of trauma, he was panting out of excitement. He wanted to take his hand off, but he felt so good,
so much like he hadn't feel before masturbating or with one of the cheerleaders. Rubbing himself imagining
those three was so much better... no it was wrong.
Jake was conflicted by this thoughts and spent a long time pondering, but his urges to pleasure were growing
stronger and stronger, he couldn't think straight, he decided to jack off, perhaps things would be clearer
then. He unzipped his pants and freed his dick from his underwear and rub one off. Or tried he had been
pumping and pumping but his dick seemed dead, as limp as a soggy noodle. He tried and tried until it got raw,
but he wanted so bad to get a release. He was panting and his cheeks where blushing red, his nipples erect,
every touch on his junk felt like a tiny electric discharge on his balls. Why? Why couldn't he get hard?!
Then he had a horrible thought, those bastards next door did something to him. He was sure of it. He wanted to
go there and beat the living crap out of them, or did he...? Every time he though of them, he wanted to get
angry, but kept picturing their esbelt bodies, their smooth skin their juicy cocks, he could almost taste
them. No! He kept telling himself, he was getting out of his mind.
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Someone knocked at the door again. Once again Juan went to get it, but this time he didn't bothered with the
boxer. He knew well who it was. And surely it was Jake panting heavily. "Come on in." said Juan simply holding
the door for him. And Jake complied hearing the door close behind him again.
Once again Jake was surrounded by the three naked lads, taking in every inch of their nude bodies. "Tsk, tsk,
tsk. That's not good hombre." said the younger one. "You heard us last time. About the rule."
"Come on. What are you waiting for." said Juan.