First Day

The rest of the day was mostly more of the same. Except when I got ambushed and dragged into the boys' restroom on my way to History. They were older boys, and rebels by the way they behaved. They had been smoking in there - I could smell it. They handled me very roughly. There were five of them; I didn't have a chance of resisting.



They called me dirty names and forced me to suck them off, one at a time. When I tried to scream, they slapped me and hit me and beat me. I didn't want bruises all over my body, since I couldn't even cover them up, so I just gave them what they wanted. Some of them made me swallow their come, others preferred to spray it over my face.



I was disgusted, on my knees on the floor of the filthy restroom. They told me they'd have fucked me, but they didn't want to catch my diseases. I didn't have any, but I didn't tell them that. Anyway, they wouldn't believe me if I did.



When they were done, they pushed me back out into the hall without even giving me a chance to clean up. I felt so filthy I hardly even cared anymore, and just wiped the come off my face with the back of my hand. I walked into History class late, wishing I had another gym period so I could take a shower again, and the entire class watched me as I walked in and took a seat. Could they tell that I had just sucked off five cocks? I didn't know, but I heard a lot of whispers during class. Like everything else, I tuned them out.