Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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"I could get that one over there." he said to his amused companion.
"Who, that young one over by the door? I don't think so. He's too green and innocent and, besides, he's only had eyes for the young ladies all night."
"Well you know I love a challenge. I'll bet you that I can be sucking that delicious cock and more before the night is through."
"You're on, you old lech. I love to watch you in action. And, as you know, I will be there to watch."
I was standing on the other side of the room feeling awkward and self-conscious, unaware that I had become a focus of interest to these two older men. I had noticed them earlier; the one who was preparing to lure me into his warm exploring hands seemed a nice looking slightly overweight gentleman. I had not paid any more attention to him as I stood somewhat on the sidelines of this social gathering organized by my English teacher at his large Victorian house. This was his big annual spring 'soiree' and I had been among a few of his more favourite students invited to mix and mingle with his friends and acquaintances in the literary world.
So here I was standing shyly in the room while people moved around me. Occasionally I would join into conversation being polite as I was taught and hoping desperately that my nervousness wasn't showing. Adding to my tension tonight was my teenaged randiness. The room was filled with gorgeous women and my hormones were setting my virgin cock on fire.
At this point in my life my right hand had been my only sexual partner. I know that some girls found me attractive; I am about 5' 11", still growing, dark and slim with, as I've been told, big innocent hazel eyes. I would sit in class with my eight inch raging boner sneaking looks at gorgeous thighs and luscious breasts but I hadn't yet overcome my shyness to actually act on my desires. I fantasized and relieved my eager young lust alone in my room with my faithful hand and longed for a hot young cunt into which I could plunge my aching rod.
These were the distracting thoughts going through my head when I felt a soft, passing pressure in my groin as someone excused themselves and passed in front of me. Startled I looked to see it was the older gentleman moving past me, a fashionable cane in his left hand. I realized that it was the knuckles of that hand that must have accidently brushed across my crotch. Accident or not I immediately felt my groin begin to tingle and my penis begin to stir. I flushed, embarrassed by my sudden awakening excitement. I have never thought of myself as attracted to men but it was clear that my cock didn't have those reservations.
The man glanced briefly into my eyes and then away. I looked down at my shoes waiting for the excitement in my body to settle. In only a moment he was passing again and once more his knuckles pressed gently into my groin, this time lingering a little and with more firmness. The blood rushed to my member and it became semi-hard, pushing uncomfortably against my pants as it tried to straighten. Furtively I looked around as I adjusted my pants allowing my swelling cock room to rise more freely.
No one appeared to have noticed either my furtive adjustment or the roving hand of my stalker, for now I was aware that what was happening was not accidental. My face must have been bright red as I felt the burning heat of my growing excitement and embarrassment. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to do or where to look. My hands were loosely clasped behind me and I was struggling to act and look nonchalant when once again the hunter moved in on his prey.
This time, still not looking at me, he moved even more slowly in front of me, the knuckle of the hand holding his cane a perfect height, sliding up and down my now lengthened cock as it continued to harden. I was frozen with indecision, feeling shame at my arousal and yet more excited than I could ever remember. As my cock strained against the front of my pants I moved my hands casually and clasped them in front of me, hoping both to hide my increasingly obvious excitement from those around me and also in the feeble hope that this would discourage my molester.
I stood trembling in this new posture my eyes still fixed on the floor as if by doing so no one could see me or my discomfort. It seemed forever but it was only moments before my prowler moved again, this time passing close behind me, his right hand sliding down along my left buttock and giving it a gentle squeeze as he moved on. At this point I was practically swooning from the arousal. Again I looked around to see if others were aware of my shameful arousal. I saw the older gentleman's friend look away with an amused expression on his face but no one else was paying any attention to the very public fondling I was receiving. I was relieved to see his friend leave the room and disappear up into the house. Once more I was anonymous.
I was feeling more and more helpless and at the mercy of my bold aggressor and my lust. Again he passed slowly behind me, pausing unnoticed and taking his time as he squeezed and caressed my ass like my body was his for the taking. He leaned in against me whispering in my ear: "Go upstairs, third floor, second door on the right. Wait for me there." He gave my ass a final squeeze and moved on, not even looking back to see whether I would obey. But obey I did. In a trance of arousal I mounted the stairs, passed other partiers on the second floor and up to the deserted third floor. I went down the hallway entering the second room on the right, a darkened room with a large bed and night table, a closet with the door partially open, and there awaited my fate.