Hello! It's me again. I'm back at it with a new story. I've been gone for a while, but I figured I'd partake in the Free! hype. This is the first installment of a new multi-chapter fic based around Rin in his days after graduation. Thank you for reading! Expect more for this story.

I take a drag off of my cigarette, peering over my shoulder at myself in the mirror. I'm watching my form, they way my dress hangs off of my body. Ever since graduating high school, I've lost a bit of muscle mass, and I can't say I'm too upset about it. I've gained a curvier figure, and my skin has gotten a lot softer, and paler. A lot of people said I looked like a girl before, but imagine if they could see me now. With that thought, I reach into my side-table drawer for a couple of small pills. Xanax always does it. I feel a warm bubbly sensation rise up in my chest, reaching my head, and exiting through my mouth in small hums and shallow breaths.

I like my life now, I can't say I'm completely fond of myself, but goddamn am I ever beautiful. I have the softest skin, the most beautiful clothing, flawless makeup, pills. It's not the life I intended, but it's my life.

Growing up, I've always been this way. Always sneaking my sisters clothing, reaching, grasping for something to fill the never-ending hole in my gut. Sure, I loved swimming, but what I was really in love with was being a female, or at least, something outside of "male". I've done my research, hell, it's 2015, and I've fully embraced myself as genderqueer. I love the fluidity I posses, the ability to fall into any gender category. But these days, I'm practically living as a woman. It's not like I leave my place too often or anything, so I have all the time in the world to feel beautiful in my own tiny piece of the earth that is my apartment. I've become rather lonely since moving to America on my own, but this is the only place I have the option to be openly myself.

Rin Matsuoka; ex-swim champ, girlie-boy, and infamous cry-baby. This is who I am, who I've become over the past couple years. I was granted a scholarship for swimming in the U.S upon graduating high school, I kept up with my dream for a few months, but the girl inside of me was beginning to drag me down.

The night. It changed everything, and one could say it has shaped me into who I am in this moment. I went out to my first American club with my childhood friend, Sosuke. We had the intention of getting belligerently drunk, and enjoying our freedom as young and new adults in the U.S. Upon arriving to the club, something seemed a bit off. Sosuke and I had drank a bit before we showed up, so I just blamed the feeling on the nervousness that came with alcohol. My hands and body were practically vibrating as soon as I walked into the place, and the first thing I notice, were men. Everywhere.

"Sosuke, are we at the wrong place?" I asked my friend, as hushed as I could in a place playing loud music. He just shook his head, and smirked at me.

"How are you feeling, Rin?" He said, a bit too close to my ear. I shivered, realizing in that moment, that I was feeling rather sensitive to my surroundings. My chest was up against my breast bone, and every hair on my neck was dancing, but at the same time, completely still. I honestly just wanted to move, any part of my body would work. My fingers were fidgeting at my sides, my hands twitching faster and more noticeably with each step I made into the crowd of people. So many people, so many men. I looked to Sosuke, his eyes on me, piercing through my skin. It hurt. I could literally feel his gaze on me.

"Stop it," I choked out. He chuckled to himself again.

"Rin, over here," He beckoned me closer to a group of people up against a wall. Upon reaching them, I had started to heat up even more. What the hell was going on?

"He's cute," "Yea, whats he on man? Look at his eyes," "He almost looks like a girl, he's gay right?" All of these people were talking to Sosuke. They were talking about me, right? I had never been more confused and out of it in my entire life. Sousuke didn't bother to answer any questions, instead, he put his arm around my waist. We had always been close, but he'd never laid his hands on me the way he was then. "You guys got money?" he questioned the surrounding men. Some nodded, others snickered, reaching their hands into their pockets.

This is the part where everything goes black, or at least, I wish it did. The drugs did nothing but amplify what was going on. I don't know if Sosuke had the intention of trying to knock me out, but it did quite the opposite. The worst part was how my body responded to everything. In my mind, I was drowning, but on the outside, I was willfully swimming.

It began in a dark room, Sosuke lead me upstairs, sitting me down on a sofa behind closed curtains. The room was about the size of the dorm Sousuke and I had shared during our last year of high school. One by one, about five men began to enter the room, stopping at the entrance where Sosuke was standing so they could hand him bills. Part of me knew what was about to happen, and the other part was sickened by Sosuke. If I could move, I would have, but my body was being weighed down with sensation and warmth.

When they were all in the room, Sosuke pushed past the other ones, and stood up in front of me. He had seemed much taller in that moment, his hair and eyes shone a darker black than they ever had in the past.

I was afraid.

Sosuke leaned over me, his hand moved its way from the top of my head, resting on my cheek. I couldn't comprehend that his hand was touching my face, and at the same time, I was too aware of its place on my face. Before I could make a connection about what was happening in that moment, Sousuke's hand move to my throat, clasping around. God, his hands were so big. Fucking huge. He moved me down, pushing me on my back, hand still gripped around my neck, and then he kissed me. Hard. His mouth was warm on mine, and I could hear the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the other men in the room. I then started to feel my hips rolling up, but I didn't want any of it, at least, my brain didn't. Sosuke then began unbuckling his jeans, I heard the clunking of his belt buckle hit the floor, and the zip of his pants. I was then suddenly jerked up by the neck, and I could see what was in front of me. Sousuke's penis was pointed at me, one of his hands gripping the base, while his other hand made it's way to the back of my head, gripping my hair in chunks. My eyes someone made their way around the room, and I could see the other men in the room had their dicks out, too. As the realization of my surroundings hit me, Sosuke jammed his cock up against my mouth, and when it wouldn't go in, he began hitting me in the face with it. I let my mouth hang open, I felt as if I had no control over my muscles. I felt his cock immediately hit the back of my throat, I gagged, but he kept going, face fucking me. I began to tear up, and this in no way stopped what was going on.

"What an adorable face he's making," The others started to chime in. "He's crying, I love it when they cry," "What a cute face,"

"C'mon, my turn,"

This is when I started to feel hands all over me. Everywhere, clawing, jerking, hitting hands all on my body. My entire body began to throb. How do I fucking get out of this, where am I, this shouldn't feel good. A plethora of thoughts racing through my head, when I began to feel my pants being removed. I was down to my underwear when I felt a hand over my groin. I looked down, it was Sousuke's. His cock still in my mouth, he had begun to fondle with my cock.

"You're hard Rin-chan. You're pathetic,"

I tried to speak, nothing came out. Only helpless grunts as Sosuke pulled his cock out of my mouth. I had only but a moment to breathe as an unfamiliar member was shoved into my mouth. He was a bit smaller than Sosuke, but I was still gagging. I let my eyes wander to where Sosuke was headed, he was sinking lower and lower down the plains of my body. I felt hands that I didn't recognize pinching and tugging on my nipples, while another pair of hands held my ankles in place. I was being pinned sideways on the unfamiliar sofa while the man in front of me slid his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Suck harder, use your tongue,"

He then slid out of my face, and I did as I was demanded. I used my tongue to make circles on the head of his penis, lapping up pre-come. I licked up and down the length, moving to his testicles, sucking on them. My body was in full charge of me at this point. I had no will, no way to escape, so my body had begun to go with the motions. The man was slapping my face as I was using my mouth on him. While this was going on, I felt a sensation on my own genitals. I took a quick peak and saw Sousuke, staring back up at me, pumping my cock. I whimpered.

"You love it faggot. I know you love this. You're a filthy homo, Rin-chan," Sosuke purred at me. More tears fell down my face.

He let go, while another hand took his place on my shaft. My body was singing. Everything felt good, but I had no idea why or how. I couldn't hardly remember how I had gotten up to the small dark room. I couldn't think too much about it at that point because I was then flipped on my stomach. I remember feeling a sense of relief, because I was no longer performing fellatio on anyone. But only for a moment was that feeling present, because that's when I felt another sensation, in another area. I was hoisted up on my knees, my head was promptly pushed down, causing me to arch my back, my ass in the air. I was humiliated, everyone could see everyone. One of Sousuke's friends laid underneath my hips and put my cock into his mouth. I shivered, my body was loving it, but at the same time, I felt as if I were going to vomit at any moment.

Sosuke begun massaging my ass. Taking my cheeks and spreading them, and pushing them back together. Rubbing ever so slowly.

"C'mon man, lets taste him, I want to know what's inside," A guy called out.

"N-n-o. pl-eease, l-leav-," I started to beg, but was immediately silenced by one of the men pushing my head into the couch, face first. I can remember this is the moment everything began to hit me. I was wailing into the couch cushion. I could feel the strain in my voice. Every person in the room snickered at the sounds reverberating from my mouth.

I then felt hands, nothing but hands on my backside. A finger began pushing, circling my entrance. I was shaking at this point, and I still can't figure out if it was my body's desire, or my minds fear. I then began to feel a warm, wet lapping at my hole. It was over and over again, with a few pauses in between. I got my head up for a moment to look back and see that it was two boys along with Sosuke licking my asshole, taking turns in between each lap. In that moment I wanted to die. They were practically devouring my asshole with their mouths when I heard Sosuke speak up again.

"Rin-chan likes his pussy eaten, but what about being fucked, does Rin want to take our cocks?"

I vomited. This didn't stop anyone. The man blowing me stopped, they were all standing up behind me, ogling me like I was a meal. And to them, I was.

Sosukes cock slid into me with ease, and I had never felt so much shame in my life. I was ashamed at the eagerness of my body, the way I was taken advantage of by a person I called my friend. Everything. I wanted to go home.

Person by person, I was fucked, I was flipped onto my back, forcing me to look into the eyes of each man shoving his cock in me. Each cock began to feel the same inside of me, besides Sosuke. When his turn came back around, he moved into me slowly, his eyes never leaving contact with mine. He was grinning the entire time, his hand back around my neck.

Then it all went black. This time it worked. He fucked me until I passed out, my face covered in my own bile. In and out of consciousness, they were still fucking me while I was out.

I woke up the next morning back at my own apartment. My own place. I was covered in dried semen, spit, and my own blood. My backside ached, my throat was bruised.

And that's how I lost my virginity.