It 's easy to look back on events in your biography, and recollect how thing could have turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something unlike, affair would have gone a different way. They say your visual modality is always 20/20 in black eye. This is an account of a dark, that no matter how hard I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my early 20, and enjoying the entirety of what life had to offer. I had a good job, unfaltering girlfriend, and a topographic point on my own. I worked severe, and thrived well in my pro life history early. I was a meek looking man at that time. I towered over my peers at six base tall, and was well built and broad in my figure. I worked out alot in my down time, and it showed, although I did n't have a six ring or anything. The diet required to maintain a chopped forcible appearance never suited me. But I was glad with my apearance, and my confidence showed.

On this specific nighttime, I had just finished a arduous upper body workout, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a good physical exertion, my arms and chest we 're so play out it was a conflict to even drive my car. Mid driving force I decided to detour towards a local creek that people loved to drown at. It was of late, sun completely down, and the darkness of the nighttime consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swim to comfort my heftiness, and since I hated crowd, this seemed like a fit opportunity.

I arrived and parked my car, grabbing just my spare gym towel and heading down the trail to the piddle edge. From the parking lot, you had to walk down a wide of the mark crushed rock trail about three or four hundred animal foot long, that winded through the wood. Normally this trail would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the Fall foliation. Tonight it was cold, and iniquity, and if it was n't for my self-confidence and height, I may bear thought twice about the attempt. Looking back, I should have.

At the end of the trail, it opened up directly on to the little beach that followed the edge of one bank of the creek. I was completely alone. It was quiet and darkness, the only ignitor coming from the moon that now hung richly in the night sky.

I decided then that I wanted to take full advantage of this rare opportunity and try a dip without the hinder of clothing. I had never done this before, and was suddenly overcome with excitement. It felt naughty and wrong, and I was driven by the view of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my shorts and shirt, underwear and socks in a nice spot near the body of water. I thought, in case someone happens to take the Saami Night swim idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water supply, and immedietly was in paradise. The weewee envoloped my body, and carressed my swollen and sore muscles. It felt unbelievable. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the flow from the current over me, thrifty not to float away. I positioned myself so that one of my feet was wrapped in a tree ancestor hanging from the edge of the opposite bank. I felt good and calm, and peaceful. It was most likely the stress of the day melting away, or the feeling of the weewee, but regardless the reason, I soon drifted off to catch some Z's ...

I was awoken violently, with a cloggy pain in my stomach. As I tried to line up my heraldic bearing, I realized I was no longer in the body of water. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shoring by a dark-skinned figure. I tried desperately to free myself, only to get hit once more in my stomach, by a man who was walking beside me. Now, I 'm no stranger to a conflict, but this man hit me grueling, twice in the same positioning, and it was absolved I was n't leaving without some pain. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the second figure, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the picnic tables set off to the position of the beach. As I landed my typeface bounced off the table, rattling my teeth and throwing off my balance.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my rear and sat down, strattling my shoulders. I was lost, I could n't really see, and now I could barely breathe with this giant man on top of me. He had to weigh close to three hundred pounds. Even in efflorescence shape I would throw struggled to move him, and with my vitiated C. W. Post gym brawn, I was stuck. This was the moment I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as practically as I could muster, I could barely take a breather let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` damn crony, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't believe our portion, this perfect piece of ass, just waiting on us to make it ''. I could n't consider what I was hearing. They could n't be serious, were they really going to go against me ? I could n't comprehend what was happening, and it was moving so fast.

The man still standing, moved behind me and started to fondle my legs and ass. He was teasing me, like he expected that I wanted this situation. Closer and closer he got to my virgin hole, before gently pressing his thumb to my sphincter muscle. I yelled out in care, and painfulness, which only made both men laugh out loudly. He spit on to my ass, rubbing the fluid into my rosebud. I felt him snaffle both side of meat of my hips, pulling himself close to my fanny. Then I felt something I 'll never forget. His cock sliding up my crack and encircling my dickhead. I begged for him to stop.

In one violent move, he buried his gumshoe into me to the hilt. I blacked out ....

When I awoke I was n't sure how long I was out, but the men had switched places. It was crystallize the firstly man had done serious damage. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the vivid pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't experience how big he was, but his prick felt enormous. I could experience him pressing into my stomach on every forward thrust. I suddenly became aware of another male standing to the side of meat. He pointed out to the others that I was a `` good piffling kick '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get hard ''. As I tried to comprehend his statement, I realised I was indeed backbreaking. Why ? My body had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a infraction ? With this realisation, came an enormous Benjamin Rush of pleasure through my body. It was as if all the pain was gone, and all I could feel was pleasure. It was the warmest I 've ever felt. The man inside my cavity became still, stopping rich inside my ass. I felt him vacate his Lucille Ball into me, and the feeling made my own cock erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my ill-use and badly broken kettle of fish, letting all of his seed pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the tertiary man take his spot, and the fucking resumed. This time however, it felt different. I was overcome with lust, and the need to finger this man cum inside me as well. I thrust my ass against him as he pushed inside, milking every inch of pecker that I could. We continued like this for a few minutes before he indeed emptied his balls inside me, adding to the cum already there. I again came with force, feeling the cum enter my hollow. Now that I was will, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're drop and satisfied. Each time one of the men deposited a load inside me, I too came hard and gloriously, never once touching my own dick.

The men thanked me for my service, and quickly ran off in different way, but not before one of them shouted back `` now you 're a beef forever ! ``

I laid there on the mesa for what seemed. Like hours. What just happened to me ? How could this have happened to me ? Why did I get such pleasure from this ? Am I gay now ? What do I do now ? Who do I severalize ? ...

I cleaned myself up as very much as I could, using my towel to wipe away the blood from my deplume ass, and all of the many many incumbrance of cum seeping from inside me. I hobbled down the trail to my car, getting inside I found a Federal Reserve note on my panache. It had a simple-minded `` thanks for the cum cunt '' and a number written inside.

I eagerly left and returned to my home, needing a shower and sleep and hopefully a plan of what to do next.

I decided to tell nobody, I know that seems crazy, but who would believe me ? And on top of that, I thought if it got out, I would lose my girlfriend, and my job. I could n't take the risk. What I did n't make love then, was I was no longer the Same somebody ...

My girlfriend left me in the espouse month, because we could n't have got sex. No matter what I tried, I could n't get hard. It was embarrassing and it took a toll. It was n't until a class or two later when I found out the cause. I was sitting at household on my computer, surfing some pornography web site, trying to get an erection. That 's when I came across a video recording of some Milquetoast gay hypnosis. It was n't intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the bottom of every video. As I watched the `` man '' on the screen bend over and study a very great cock inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to select advantage of the erection, but no subject how hard I jerked off, I just could n't cum. What was wrong with me ?

I found out some time later, while getting raped for the second clip ... that I indeed could still get severely and cum. But it would only happen when I was getting fucked in my ass, and I could only cum from the impression of being bred myself. I indeed was to get a bitch forever, just like I was told that night long ago. But that 's a story for another day..

If only I had decided to just go home ... ..

If you enjoyed this chronicle, I can continue with the story of my 2d forced confluence. Hope you liked it !