2 months ago
Back to Being Fucked «
I have finally broken my dry spell. It’s been long enough - eh?
Yeah, I’ve been getting head quite a bit lately. Now and again I’ve even given it - and while I love doing that (and swallowing), it’s seemed all mechanical. Maybe I’ve set too high of standards to relay decent events to this blog. I feel I owe you more than the mundane.
A reader suggested I write fictional accounts and no one would be the wiser. The joke is: I would be. It’s hard enough to write the real events let alone made-up ones. So right now, I’m sticking with either my sex life or my past one (like you read about last post).
So onto this encounter.
This guy (really - no name offered or asked) has been after me for about the last two years. We’ve never been able to hook-up for two main reasons: my travel schedule and his wife. Or, I should say - then wife.
My travel is now curtailed (as you well know) and his marriage is in the process of ending. He has a place of his own now and we utilized that earlier this week. We had trouble with timing the first day, but I was out of my office early on Tuesday so I could take his cock up my ass. That is what he wanted That is what he has wanted since day one.
To be honest, I was skeptical of him. His pics were nice (no face), but some I had seen other places, so I was never sure he was representing himself. But he talked a great game and well…………..I hadn’t had a cock up my ass for a long long time. Who am I to be picky?
At work, I found a remote bathroom to clean out good. He wanted that. I wanted it more. I then made my way to his apartment in 30 minutes where he buzzed me in. I knocked and waited, hoping I wasn’t going to get some kind of troll.
The guy was no model, but he wasn’t horrible by any means. A little heavier than “his” pictures portrayed, but he had a manly face, darkening moustache and salt and pepper hair - on head and rest of his face.
He had a Mediterranean thing going on - as I said to my guest blogger later that day, he was Italian or Greek…or a blend. He came right back with a Family Guy line, which made me laugh: “The hot chick who was Italian or some kind of Spanish..” …as read by Betty White.
The plan was for him to breed my ass. Nothing about oral - just how he wanted up my butt. I could live with that. He said he had 8”, but I wasn’t sure. He wanted to restrain me too, but I hate giving up control and especially with someone I have not been with or met. I don’t believe safe words exist when someone really wants to do harm.
“Strip” he said when I walked in. He dropped his pants and his dark complected dick was about 4” long - but it was soft. The coloring may have come from the fact that his dick and balls were bound up at least two different ways. I guess he was into restraints on me and on some of him. That’s cool.
As I took off my clothes, I head him mutter, “nice!” as my shirt dropped. Secretly, I was thrilled that the last year at the gym had really been paying off, but he didn’t need to know that. The pants came off, as did the boxer briefs. Then I was just standing in his living room - barely 4’ from his door when he pointed to the floor.
Where I dropped my suit and dress shirt was right next to a table that he had laid out his leather restraints. I knew he wouldn’t really use them, but I also know the psychology behind a guy like that want me to know that they are there. It was duly noted.
I sat my ass on his plush carpet and he put his soft cock in my mouth. It might have been him, it might have been my skills, but he didn’t stay soft long. And he did grow to that 8”. And it was fat! The best of both worlds.
He made me put my hands behind my own head so I wouldn’t play with myself. He placed his hands there too. Then the face fucking began. It really wasn’t a blowjob as much as an assault on my lips, mouth and throat. It worked for both of us. He was aggressive and actually made me gag once or twice, but I think that was more from the angle than anything. I’m a fairly skilled feallatist. Sure I brought my camera - I almost always do. I wasn’t sure he’d be into it, but he was. He took a half dozen shots of his cock in my mouth or on my face. You get one shot here - and even that is edited out to protect the innocent.
None of this lasted long. He wanted the main event - and so did I.
He had already laid out a towel over an oversized leather ottoman in front of his couch. I was instructed to lean over it but not on it. He wanted my ass to be more in line with his cock as he stood behind me. He took out his Gun Oil, coated himself up, and positioned himself at my awaiting hole.
I won’t lie - the first penetration was painful. That’s what I get going for months of not being fucked. No one to blame but myself. To his credit, he held it there for a minute before sinking all the way in. With some breathing - I adjusted quickly and the fucking began.
The fucking, as it should be, was for him and him alone. I was the recipient, but not a partner in any way. I was there to fulfill a need - but I knew that from the word ‘go’, when I agreed to show up. Of course, I had a need too - and I was getting it. But since he didn’t care about my needs or wants, why bother telling him. I was there for him.
I took the pounding like a good boy. Never once did I touch my cock, but never once could I. The way I had to position myself took both hands. Now and again, he’d reach to my chest and play with my nipples, which of course, I fucking LOVED. He never broke stride in his pumps. I don’t know if he always fucked this hard or not, but if so, I could see why his wife might have not been happy. I suspect it was just years of pent of sexual frustration coming out.
He’d pull out to the edge of my hole and push it hard all the way back in. Then he’d grind and pull my hips back onto him - not that there was any way to get deeper, but I’ll give him props for trying.
Finally I did say I had to lean onto the towel-covered ottoman. I couldn’t keep myself propped up like that anymore. His body weight and sunk down onto it with me, never leaving my ass. His hairy torso went right onto my back. Now there was no where for me to go and he knew it. He just drilled me into the ottoman.
We were about 20 minutes into the ass-fucking at this point and he was sweating up a storm. So was I. I think he could control his orgasm at will - which is great, but I didn’t know if he’d cum in 2 minutes or 40. At that point, I’m not sure I cared. As it turns out, it was closer to 6-8 more minutes.
He had me hanging so far off the ottoman, my head was almost to the floor, but away he kept sliding up my ass. Or his. He was making it his ass. He continually told me how he wanted to mark it - and to send me home with his load up me. He made it clear there’d be no cleaning up afterward - that I was to get my stuff on and get the fuck out.
As he fucked, he also mentioned some buds who’d love to fuck an ass like this. I said, “bring it on!”.
That might have been what sent him over the edge. Unlike some guys who will stop to let their load flow into you - this guy just kept pumping as hard as ever as he shot his semen into my guts. Maybe he wanted it drilled WAY up there. Either way, it worked for me. He came for a long time and admittedly he said he had a 3-day load and always shoots big.
He stayed in me for maybe a minute before extracting his fat cock out of my hole. While there wasn’t a popping sound, there was a popping feel. It felt great, but I felt so full and so empty at the same time.
He somewhat chatted with me, but per earlier instructions, I went right to my clothes to get out of there with no fanfare. The door was shut behind me and I walked to the elevator with a butt full of jizz.
2 months ago
the jock and the teacher-2 «
I came back and walked into my locker room and asked if he was ok but before I could finish my question I found this hot young piece of meat jackin’ off under the shower head facing the wall. The swishing and swashing that came from him rubbing his monster cock were sounds to my ears, mind, and penis. I sat down on the bench and my dick began to grow. If someone came in it was impossible to miss my stick standing at attention. The fabric on my polyester button-up pants began to stretch. I slipped my hand into my pants and began to rub myself slowly teasing my mushroom head. He couldn’t see me but I had a perfect view of his ass, long legs, and muscular back. I slowly unbuttoned the side of my pants and sat on the bench with just my red boxers. I wanted to free my cock and feel the cold metal on my ass and coin sack. I stripped myself of my polka-dot red boxers and felt free of any restraints. He began to pump faster and I knew he was getting closer to orgasm. I began to vigorously rub my dick. His shouts and yells turned me on like a mechanical bull. I rubbed and rubbed like never before. I finally came on myself but continued to shake my cock. My cum splashed all over the place, the bench, my clothes, his clothes, the lockers. There’s wasn’t a dry spot in there. Our orgasms arrived in sync. I relaxed and he began to wipe my man milk off but he still faced the shower wall.
I stood and slowly walked towards him removing the school’s white polo I had been wearing and entered the showers behind him. I then wrapped my arms around him from behind and placed my cock on his round ass, our bare skin touching for the first time. My legs were touching his, my chest covered his back, and my cock pressured his lovely sculpted butt.
“Eric, you seem fine?” At first he resisted and pulled away slightly but then he eased into it.
“Coach??” he asked as he turned to me.
I replied gazing into his fresh green eyes, “I figured I’d give you a hand with your neck. Do you mind?”
“Umm? Aahh? No? I, ah, kinda like it.” He turned back around and faced the wall again. I could feel his body heat against my chest. As I rubbed his neck I slowly began to rub my dick into his ass.
“Ooh! I like that,” Eric whispered.
I answered, “Would you like me to shove my 9inch a little more in?” I did, even before he answered.
He liked it, I could tell. His body began to tense up. I slowly pumped and pumped again.
“Coach, you can go a little faster,” he stated.
“Are you sure, Eric?”
He answered with a firm squeeze on my thigh and a nudge back, pushing himself onto me. “Yes, coach, I’m positive.
2 months ago
Watch This
By Rex Conners
Friction July 1990
Back in 72 and 73, I spent - a lot of time at the baths. Even though I was nearly 25, I still lived at home, and the baths seemed safer than hanging out at a bar or somewhere worse. I’m from a big Italian family, and I knew they’d just shit if they found out I was into cock. And I was into body building in a big way. In a year or two, I might really be a contender in national competition, and a reputation as a fag would be sure to end that. Inside, I didn’t have any problems about being gay—it was just that I’d just as soon it stayed private. Anyway, that was the reason for the baths. There were usually hot guys there, people didn’t try to get too heavy, or start up anything serious, and that was just the way I wanted it. Besides, since I was pumping iron every day, guys seemed to get off on my body. And I got off on the way they got off on me. On this particular night— morning really, it was about four—I was just hanging out in the TV room. It was a weekday, the place was pretty empty. I hadn’t gotten there till about two, and there wasn’t much to choose from. So, I’d just flopped down in my towel on a bench in front of the tube and watched porn. I was close to crashing when this guy walked in.
I heard his footsteps and I jerked awake enough to drape my towel back across my crotch as I checked the guy out.
He was young, maybe 19 or 20, a black guy with a slim, tight body. I’d never made it with a black guy. I’d beat off once or twice to pictures of black guys, though, and at that moment, when I looked back to the TV, two black guys were making it on the screen!
The benches were arranged sort of like stair steps, and the guy sat down on the one just above me, maybe a foot or two away. I could see he was checking out my body. I’m not bragging or nothing, but my body’s real good—I work at it. And it’s exciting when guys admire it.
I could see him out the corner of my eye and he didn’t look up at the movie even once. I felt it wouldn’t hurt to give him a little show. I know it’s kinda weird, but I get off havin’ people watch me fucking or playing with myself.
I leaned back further against the bench and stretched. I made sure to flex my arms and my belly. Guys really like the ridges in my stomach. Real absent-like, I rubbed my crotch a little through my towel. I could see him reaching under his towel.
I stretched again and ran a hand across my chest and belly, then quickly rolled off the bench, landing square in push-up position on the floor. I started the push-ups real slow and controlled. I could just imagine the way my lats looked—rippling strong under the skin of my back. I kept at it till I’d worked up a little sweat, then I flipped over on my back and started my leg-lifts.
My towel had come loose as soon as I started the push-ups and by now it was just lying under my butt. I liked being naked with other people around. Being bare-assed always felt real good.
I counted up to fifteen, then twenty leg-lifts. The black guy seemed to like what he was watch-in’ ‘cause without even really looking, I could see his hand moving up and down under his towel. This was starting to get me hot. Like always, when I exercise with people around, my dick was already about half hard, layin’ up in a curve against my abs.
I started some crunches and looked up to check that he was still watching me and he caught my eyes this time. He kept his gaze locked onto me—like he was challenging me or something— and flipped back his towel. He wanted me to see him beating his meat!
And his meat was something to look at. Damn! His body was tight enough, but his cock had to be nearly a foot long. Almost like he could read my mind, he wrapped both fists around his dick—and three or four inches still stuck up above his hands. Then he leaned back and started pumping it slowly again and reached up and squeezed one of his black tits. I realized that without even thinkin’ about it, my hand started pulling at my balls. I flexed again for him, and propped up one knee.
Now that he knew that he had my full attention, he twisted around and lay down on his back on the bench—his monster dick standing straight up. Then, real slow and easy, he swung his legs up in the air and over himself. He bent his knees and started bringing them down behind his head.
Inch by inch his cock got closer to his own mouth. I’ve never seen anything like that before. I completely forgot about what I was doing. He slid it between his lips—one inch, two, three, maybe even four inches into his mouth. He braced himself, and moved his hips up and down as he sucked himself off. I began beating my meat.
I could see his asshole because of the way his butt was spread. I could see him hold his dick just away from his face, and lick a little pre-cum off the tip. Then he slid his cock into his throat again. It was as if I was hypnotized. I got up on my knees, jerking my pud hard. Mine was big, but the size of my fuck tool didn’t even come close to his.
I never let up beating my meat as I got up, then knelt down on the bench next to the black hunk. I took my free hand and ran two fingers up and down the crack of his ass. He slid his dick out of his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick the tip again. Then, he rolled his legs back down.
He was laying in front of me, on his back. He put his hands behind his head and smiled. His long dick lay hard against his belly. He knew he looked good. Men must react to his cock the same way they react to my body. I ran a hand across his pecs, then down onto his belly. He was small, but his muscles were rock-hard under smooth taut black skin. I squeezed his firm little pecs, ran my palm down his side onto his tiny waist and narrow hips. Then, I lifted his dick, but my fingers wouldn’t close all the way around it. I started sucking him.
I’m not the best cocksucker in the world. I couldn’t even get most of his big black dong in my mouth, but I sucked hard, taking all I could before I started to cough. The guy gave me a little grope, to let me know it felt good, then he started to roll his hips a little
I beat my cock with one hand and felt up his balls with the other. My head was bobbing up and down in his crotch. I came up for air once and saw that a couple of other guys had come into the room and were watching us. The black guy saw them, too. He took a hand and calmly moved my head back down to his dick. He liked an audience, as well!
I would have sucked him off. Hell, plenty of guys have done me without getting off themselves, but my partner had other ideas. Just when I thought he was about to shoot in my mouth, he reached up and pushed my head off of him. I sat up on my knees, jerking myself and breathing hard. He sat up in front of me with his legs spread and let me go down on him for another minute, then he motioned for me to stand up and took my cock in his mouth.
I’ll admit it, he was better at cocksucking than I was. He deep-throated me while his hands ran all over my front. I flexed my muscles for him, and closed my eyes as he twisted my tits. He gave them one last pinch, then dug his hands into the muscles of my back. He was really getting off on my body, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock, sticking up from his groin like a thick, black billy club. There were four or five other guys in the room with us and at least two of them had dropped their towels and were jerking off while watching us.
The black stud’s hands worked down my back, onto my butt. I could feel his fingers digging into the crack of my ass. I spread my legs a little wider. Another man slipped in the room. It was like we were performing in a live sex show. I flexed and twisted, propping one leg up on the step so he could get to my butt better. By bending over him a little, I could reach a fist around his dick. I dropped a wad of spit onto my hand and rubbed it all over the big knob of his cockhead.
When he saw that I was getting too close, he stopped and leaned back, wiping the saliva from his mouth. We grinned at each other. We were both jerking our own meat and we ran our hands over our own tits, mirroring each other’s actions. It was like I was seeing his dick on my body. He flexed his smaller muscles when I flexed mine.
It was he who broke the scene off again. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have cum already—a couple of times. He stood up and turned around, then got down on his knees again, on the bench above me. His ass was in my face I licked it. I could see cum dripping off the fist of one of the guys watching. He didn’t leave, though, but just rubbed the cum around his chest and kept watching us. The black dude spread his thighs further. I buried my face in his crack.
I flicked out my tongue to lap his asshole I rimmed his butt and sucked the insides of his cheeks. The black flesh tasted salty, sweaty. I loved it. I worked my tongue up his hole, slicking him up. Then I had to come up for air.
Two other guys were beating each other off. Two more guys were together, one behind the other, facing us. I couldn’t tell if the one in front was getting fucked or not. I stretched one arm up over my head, reached around my black lover and grabbed his dick with the other one, jerking him off for the crowd.
Then I got up on my knees behind him on the same bench. He twisted his head back, smiling at me, and pushed his ass back against my crotch. I took my dick in my free fist and aimed for his butthole.
I slid inside his gut real easy. Once I was in there, though, he clamped his ass muscle hard around the base of my dick. This guy had been fucked before, maybe even that night. And he looked like he loved it.
I didn’t even move. He took charge, pumping his hips. I reached around again, getting his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. And he rode me fast, slamming my meat in and out of his ass. Then he slowed down, working his butt to milk my cock. Once, he pulled all the way off, then drove all the way back and I nearly came.
The crowd watching us was enjoying an orgy now. Every eye was on us, but hands were everywhere—twisting tits, groping balls, pumping dicks. Fingers slid up strangers’ assholes. The guy in front of the cute hunk was definitely getting fucked now.
I was going to shoot in my partner’s butt, but he pulled back again. Before he even began, I knew what he was going to do. He lay down flat and pulled me up on top of him. I straddled his hips. He slicked up his cock with spit. Then, he shifted down, so his cock was right under my ass. He held his huge tool straight up with his fist—ready for me to sit on it.
That huge black cock up my butt—with all these guys watching? Half of me wanted it, wanted to feel the rod sliding up me, wanted to see all those men around watching me take it up the ass. But the other half of me was scared stiff. I didn’t get fucked all that often, and never with anybody watching.
I felt the knob of the head pushing at my hole. I’d take a little I’d let him get just the head of his dick up my butt—then we’d see.
It was stretching my ass open—a lot wider than it had ever been before, even the time a guy had put three fingers up me. My ass was burning! I didn’t think I could take it…
My eyes popped open and I saw all the men. Naked men. A dozen or more now. Humpy men…muscles. . cocks swinging…all watching us. Watching to see me take that cock up my ass. Watching to see the muscle man slide down onto the monster black rod. I jammed my butt down a little harder, wincing from the pain. A guy getting jerked off started to moan. Another man went down on his knees—dick in his mouth— looking at us out of the corners of his eyes. I gasped and shoved myself further onto the stiff rod. It was filling my insides— stretching my gut. There was still a lot to go. I bit my lower lip and started the long slide
It went in forever. It jammed against the prostate gland and pushed against the back of my bladder. Then, it was all the way in, twelve inches of thick, black cock rammed up my butt.
Like he had done to me, I started fucking myself on his dick. I used my thigh muscles to ease my ass up and to jam it back down. I arched my back, flexing my pecs and pinching my tits. I let my head roll back, riding my big body up and down on his huge fuck-pole. I didn’t need to look at the crowd now. I knew how beautiful we looked, both of us in control — both of us sweating and gasping. I could see the picture we made in my head, and it gave me much pleasure
I bucked harder, impaling my huge body over and over again on his thick shaft. I looked down at his tight, shiny body, twisting and writhing underneath me One of his hands clutched at my balls. The other one reached under us, feeling for the spot where his dick was slipping in and out of me. His finger teased the ring of my asshole I squeezed and twisted my tits. I heard myself moaning.
Then, the black man was unloading inside me I felt his hot cum deep in my gut. I felt it oozing out my hole around his dick—even while I kept plowing up and down, milking his rod like he had done mine
When my first load let loose, it must have flown about six feet. Drops of it hit the floor. More of it fell across the black guy’s mouth. It puddled on his belly. I slammed my body down on his dick one last time and we both moaned. He licked my cum off his lips and licked where it had splashed on his arm. I couldn’t stop cumming. He was still shooting inside me It was like the thick shaft up my butt was forcing every last drop from my insides. His dick twitched again in my ass, then I fell on top of him.
Slowly, his long dick— softening quickly—slid out of me Many of the guys around us had cum. It was the best lay I’d ever had. I went back to his room with him and we made it again.
We kept making it with each other and now, I can take his dick as quick as he can take mine.
We’ve also found a job we both enjoy. We do a live sex show in a gay club twice a week. And if anybody thinks they can get a crowd hotter than we can, I’d like to see them try!
“Oh fuck ya… oh fuck ya bitch… suck my cock… worship my cock with your sweet mouth you fuckin cunt…”he growled. Then the hand in my hair jerked me off his cock, and onto the other one. I gagged uncontrollably as he forced it in my mouth and down my throat, burying my nose in his thick pubic hair. “Look up at me, cunt” he snapped, and I obeyed without thinking about it. I guess I am a bitch, I thought. I was certainly acting like one, as I was forced back and forth from cock to cock, sucking each in turn, being forced down by my hair to lick hairy balls, getting my face smacked with big hairy hands and two big hairy cocks…suddenly, i realized my cock was hard, and i was whimpering…I was so ashamed.
“Allright, slut. Time to lose your fuckin’ virginity.” The snarled warning made my moan out loud, though the sound was muffled by his cock. I was totally helpless. He grabbed me by the hips and forced me into doggy position; i submitted completely. The cock in my throat fucked mercilessly, not missing a beat as my tight, tanned ass was forced in the air and cruelly smacked several times.
He didn’t waste time. Thankfully, his cock was glistening wet from my saliva. But that didn’t change the fact that I was about to have my ass fucked for the first time by a ten inch monster dick. I sobbed as I sucked, and felt him spit on my ass. The guy in my mouth laughed at that, and pulled his cock out long enough to jerk my face up by my hair and spit on my face before forcing me back down and shoving his cock in again.
My rapist positioned himself behind me, his huge hands on my hairless, tanned buttocks. I felt the head probing between my spasming butt cheeks, and then it was on my asshole. I whimpered again, writhing, begging him to rape my virgin ass with the movement of my hips. And then he pushed.
My scream was choked by cock as the pain exploded in my ass. I felt every millimeter of his big, nasty dick as it slid into my hole. I shuddered in wanton lust as I got fucked in both ends, hands all over me, spanking me, pulling my hair. All I could smell was their sweaty bodies, all I could feel was them having their way with me, using my body for their pleasure. I was their bitchboy, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I fucked back at the cruel cock in my ass, wiggling my ass, doing anything I could to make him shoot his hot, thick cum deep inside of me. I wasn’t aware of myself as a man anymore; I was just a fucktoy slave to please the magnificent cocks raping me, and I looked up submissively as I sucked, licked, and kissed. Just get them off. Just to please my masters, to feel and taste their sperm.
I could tell I didn’t have long to wait. The were fucking me harder and harder, cursing me, calling me every name they could think of. I soon had their spit all over me, my ass cheeks were red, and a long string of my own saliva dangled from my chin as I sucked and sucked. They started to groan, in unison.
“oooohhhh, you fuckin whore…. Oooohhh yeah that’s right… you slut… you want our hot cum, don’t you? You’re fuckin enjoyin’ this, you little faggot bitch. Nobody sucks this good who ain’t enjoyin’ it.” They were rising to a crescendo together, and I gave them my body, writhing and whimpering as they violated me. Then at once, they started to cum. The one in mouth pulled out, snarling “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch!” I obeyed again, and instantly felt his hot, thick sperm start to splash all over me, on my face, in my mouth. “Don’t swallow yet, cunt!” he snapped.
The other sent a hot rush of jizz up my poor, abused ass, then pulled out roughly. Jerking his cock in his hairy fist, he put the head to the tip of my outstretched tongue and continued to hose cum there. My tongue was drenched with his hot sticky seed, and my mouth was starting to fill, and I had cum all over my face, down my chest… I couldn’t believe how much cum these guys had. Each one had ten times what I did. I was drenched………..
»Becoming a bitchboy-2
“Oh, come ON, you chicken! We’re at a nude beach! You HAVE to get naked!”
My girlfriend’s peals of laughter brought a blush to my face, and I meekly capitulated, bending over and stripping off my swimsuit. She laughed again and tossed her hair as she took my hand and started leading me down the beach.
It had taken her months to get me to come here at all, and I was more than a little uncomfortable as we weaved our way around the hundreds of nude bodies on the beach; Amanda skipped and bounced, her sweet, perfect, tanned body turning heads all the way. Even as we had been coming down the long stair path that had led to the crowded beach, our clothes still on, Amanda had drawn hungry stairs from the dozens of men we passed, who were obviously thinking about what she was going to look like naked.
Now, we were both naked and available for the perusal of everyone we passed. I fought the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment; I wanted to please my gorgeous, vivacious girlfriend. As we moved down the beach, I started to notice there were fewer and fewer women. At first, my jealous paranoia grew, but then I noticed that Amanda wasn’t getting violated by the gaze of every single man we passed anymore. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be looking mostly at me!
“I think we’re at the GAY end of the beach!” Amber giggled, leaning in close to me.
“Aw, no way!” I exclaimed, slowing my walk, pulling Amber’s hand.
“Do you want to turn back?” She asked. I was about to agree, but then realized, I wouldn’t have to worry as much about other guys trying to hit on her down here.
“I don’t care. Let’s just find a spot,” I said.
We spread out our blanket and settled in, rubbing oil all over each other, drinking cold beer we got from a vendor walking along the beach with a cooler. It was a beautiful day, and Amanda’s tight frame glistened in the oil; I was completely relaxed and happy, oblivious to the glances of the (mostly older) guys all around us.
“I’m getting restless! I’m going to jump in the ocean. Want to come with me?” Amber asked. I stroked her back lovingly as I declined. “I gotta pee,” I said, “where do you go?” She pointed back behind us, away from the water. “See all those tall reeds? In them.” I looked, and saw the area fifty yards away, a couple of guys coming and going even as I looked. “Okay, baby. Meetcha back here?” She kissed me, giggled, and pranced off.
I headed off to the reeds, noticing the ground getting muddier and muddier the closer I got. Gawd, it was practically a marsh. I picked my way over the ground. I never looked back once to see the men following me.
I’m a shy peer. I couldn’t be content with just going up to the edge of the reeds, as I had seen other men do. I had to work my way around behind them, out of the way, into a still muckier swampier area, and then go a couple feet into the reed bank, and that’s when they grabbed me.
There wasn’t time to react. I was just about to let go, when I heard the sound of feet splashing in the mud and reeds breaking and I was grabbed. One hand on each of my wrists, one in my hair, and one on my throat, choking the yelp out of me, and I was kicked down to my knees. My muscular physique was useless… I was seized so fast and so thoroughly that I was completely helpless.
“Shut the fuck up!” a voice hissed. “You shut the fuck up you fucking bitch or we will whip your ass, understand?” The hand on my throat squeezed and I nodded, as best I could. Two evil chuckles. The hand on my throat let go and grabbed my face, forcing it up so I see my attackers for the first time.
“Oooo ya, you are a pretty, smooth little bitchboy, aren’t you? That’s a sweet little piece of ass you came with, too. We might take her later. But it’s your turn right now.”
The terror that seized me completely paralyzed my body. This could not possibly be happening. But it was. I was about to get raped by two men. Every straight man’s worst nightmare. You got a purdy mouth.
“You got a purdy mouth,” one said, and both cackled. I cringed; they both looked like they were in their fifties, well over six feet and at least three hundred pounds each. Huge, fat, and grotesquely hairy, they dwarfed me, at an athletic 6′1″ and 185 lbs.
“Now listen, bitch… you are going to give us what we want. If you’re a good little slut, you’ll walk away with nothing hurt but your asshole and your pride. If you don’t, we’ll do it to you anyway then fuck you up real bad, then go get that little piece of ass of yours and do it to her. Understood?” It couldn’t be clearer. What could I do? I nodded again, and my two gay rapists growled menacingly. I started to shake; as terrified as i was, another kind of excitement was thrilling through my body… i was very aware of all my sensitive parts… i felt myself quivering, and blushed in shame.
“Open your mouth.” With a sob, I obeyed. The predictable happened, and the huge, musky smelling and half-hard cock entered my mouth. Involuntarily, my mouth started to water, and he groaned as he felt the wetness. “Mmmmm…. Oh yeah… I better not feel any teeth, bitch…. Make it hard.”
Feeling like I was in a dream, like none of it was real, I sucked him, on my knees in the mud with a fist in my hair and a cock in my mouth. I moved my head, trying to please him, imitating the fantastic action Amber had always given me. I felt the monster grow huger as it hardened, and I fought gagging was he started to move his hips, fucking my mouth.
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