whats sexy today.... kidnapping, betrayal, grooming, pregnancy scares..? lets go with that mayb

a 16-y-o boy who falls in with the wrong crowd. theyre all a bit older than him, they all smoke, they look so cool. maybe a bit sexy but he's not gay, really! (yet) so he starts hanging around them and they think he's funny and cute.

they get him to start smoking and they all laugh when he coughs on his first drag. they breathe smoke into his face, directly into his mouth. the smell sticks to him when he gets home, and he gets off on it, gets off to the memory of their mouths so close to his

these guys are like... they wear leather jackets and heavy boots, theyre always playing pool at the local bar, some of them have motorcycles. scruffy, manly guys. the boy really wants to grow up to be like them, even though his own dad is a weedy office worker and its unlikely

its a small town, and the guys all hang around outside on the weekend, thats when he sees them. once the sun starts going down, they ruffle his hair and go into the bar, and he doesn't see them again until the next day

sometimes they argue about last night's pool games while theyre outside, so the boy asks if they can teach him to play. well, they can't take him into the bar, but one of the guys has a pool table at home, do you wanna come over?

he sits behind one of the guys on his motorcycle, and the older man smells like smoke and musk and cologne. they offer him a cigarette as he steps inside (no need to take your shoes off). he's learned not to choke on the smoke by now.

so the guys take him inside, and they all have a beer. you're drinking too right, kid? "im not a kid!" alright then, bottoms up. he's never drank before, and it tastes awful. he tries not to make a face as he gulps it down. no matter how much he drinks, his glass never runs empty

so the guys play a match of pool while he watches. he sees one of the guys put a leg up on the table, concentrating hard on a shot. he's feeling kind of fuzzy around the edges, warm.

when its his turn to play, (dont beat him too bad!) one of the guys put his arms around the boy's, and shows him how to hold his cue. he whispers into the boy's ear about strategy, and if the boy goes red in the face, well. it's just warm in here, is all.

the boy loses at pool three times, and he's still drinking all the while, getting sloppy and sleepy as the night goes on. he forgets that his dad is expecting him home for dinner. one of the guys cooks venison, deer he shot himself. the boy is impressed.

he falls asleep on a worn down couch in the guys' basement. in his dreams, there are hands all over him, the smell of smoke, deep laughter

he wakes up with his clothes a mess, a damp spot on his jeans. the guys dont say anything about it. it's getting late. they joke that the bartender will worry about them if they dont get back downtown soon. and sure, they can drop him off at home on their way.

his dad comes out to greet him, worried sick. the boy says its no big deal, the guys took good care of him. his dad isn't having it. he's grounded for a couple weeks. he presses at bruises he doesn't remember getting, on his arms, his hips, his thighs. it feels good.

so he's grounded, but his dad has to work overtime, so there's no one around to stop him from sneaking out to meet the guys again. he tells them he's sneaking out and they laugh. his dad is such a worrywart. he's a good kid, keeping the guys company like this.

you wanna come back to our place again, they ask. well, its not like they all live there, but they might as well, theyre over so often. the boy eagerly agrees.

the night progresses much the same as before. pool games he loses, a bottomless glass of beer, smoke curling towards the ceiling. and again, he falls asleep early on the threadbare couch.

again, he dreams of the guys hands. except this time, when he wakes up, the guys really are touching him. his shirt is pushed up around his chest and his pants are hanging around one ankle. his underwear do little to hide his erection from the gazes of the guys

"what are you doing" come on kid, be cool about it. its normal for guys to get each other off sometimes. we noticed you looking at us, so we decided to give you a hand. "i dont think this is right" listen kid, you better be cool about this

he notices that some of the guys have their cocks out, and theyre so much bigger than his. one of the guys grips his prick through his underwear, and his hand fits around it easy, room to spare. he jerks his hips into his hand.

the guys jerk each other off while theyre watching him. he feels their gazes, feels too warm, too much.. comes too fast. they tell him he's cute. when they come, it falls across his face and chest, and the smell is so overwhelming he gets hard all over again

a different one of the guys grips his dick this time, sitting beside him on the couch. one hand on the boy's dick and the other hand sliding a couple fingers into the boy's mouth. he sucks on them without thinking about it. he can smell leather and cum and smoke.

the guys drive him home again, and its very late this time, past the last of his dad's shows on tv. his dad threatens to call the police on the guys, and the guys laugh at him. "you wouldn't dare," they tell him. and his silence tells them theyre right.

the boy spends more and more time with the guys. sometimes he even stays overnight. the guys push him into more sexual acts, and he goes along with them. he's not a downer like his dad is. he's cool.

this thread really went off the rails of what i originally had planned didn't it. there was going to be something about a little brother. the boy's brother, who used to be a sister until (s)he started throwing tantrums about it. the little brother is maybe 2-3 years younger