It 's easy to look back on outcome in your lifetime, and think how matter could possess turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something unlike, affair would consume gone a different way. They say your visual sense is always 20/20 in reverse. This is an account of a night, that no thing how toilsome I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my too soon twenties, and enjoying the entireness of what life had to put up. I had a good job, steady girlfriend, and a place on my own. I worked hard, and thrived well in my professional career early. I was a small-scale looking man at that time. I towered over my peers at six foot tall, and was well built and broad in my frame. I worked out alot in my down metre, and it showed, although I did n't have a six pack or anything. The dieting required to defend a sliced physical visual aspect never suited me. But I was happy with my apearance, and my self-confidence showed.

On this particular night, I had just finished a heavy pep pill body exercise, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a good workout, my arms and chest we 're so hackneyed it was a struggle to even drive my car. Mid drive I decided to detour towards a local creek that citizenry loved to swim at. It was late, sun completely down, and the darkness of the nighttime consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swim to facilitate my brawniness, and since I hated crew, this seemed like a fit chance.

I arrived and parked my car, grabbing just my surplus gym towel and heading down the trail to the piss edge. From the parking lot, you had to take the air down a all-inclusive gravel track about three or four hundred feet long, that winded through the forest. Normally this trail would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the Fall foliage. Tonight it was cold, and dark, and if it was n't for my confidence and stature, I may induce thought twice about the endeavour. Looking back, I should have.

At the end of the lead, it opened up directly on to the belittled beach that followed the edge of one bank of the creek. I was completely alone. It was quiet and dreary, the solely visible radiation coming from the Sun Myung Moon that now hung high in the dark sky.

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

After undressing I piled my shorts and shirt, underwear and wind sock in a nice spot near the water. I thought, in case someone happens to have the same night swim idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the pee, and immedietly was in heaven. The water system envoloped my body, and carressed my swollen and sore muscle. It felt incredible. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the rate of flow from the stream over me, careful not to float away. I positioned myself so that one of my feet was wrapped in a tree root hanging from the boundary of the reverse bank building. I felt condom and unagitated, and peaceful. It was most in all likelihood the stress of the day melting away, or the feeling of the water, but regardless the reason, I soon drifted off to kip ...

I was awoken violently, with a heavy hurting in my tummy. As I tried to find my charge, I realized I was no longer in the water system. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shore by a night form. I tried desperately to disengage myself, only to get hit once more in my breadbasket, by a man who was walking beside me. Now, I 'm no stranger to a competitiveness, but this man hit me toilsome, twice in the same location, and it was sack I was n't leaving without some pain. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the 2nd form, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the picnic tables set off to the English of the beach. As I landed my fount bounced off the table, rattling my tooth and throwing off my sense of equilibrium.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my back 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 heyday cast I would have struggled to move him, and with my weakened post gym heftiness, I was stuck. This was the moment I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as much as I could summon, I could barely respire let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` darn buddy, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't trust our luck, this perfective piece of ass, just waiting on us to get ''. I could n't believe what I was hearing. They could n't be unplayful, were they really going to violate 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 billet. Closer and finisher he got to my virgin hole, before gently pressing his thumb to my sphincter. I yelled out in fear, and pain, which only made both men laugh out loudly. He spit on to my ass, rubbing the fluid into my rosebud. I felt him snap up both sides of my hips, pulling himself closer to my rear. Then I felt something I 'll never draw a blank. His cock sliding up my chap and encircling my asshole. I begged for him to stop.

In one violent gesture, he buried his dick 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 post. It was clear the showtime man had done life-threatening harm. I was numb to the painfulness, and could only find the intense pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't know how big he was, but his hammer felt enormous. I could feel him pressing into my stomach on every forward poking. 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 bitch '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get voiceless ''. As I tried to comprehend his statement, I realised I was indeed hard. Why ? My body had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a violation ? With this actualization, came an enormous rush of delight through my body. It was as if all the pain was gone, and all I could experience was joy. It was the affectionate I 've ever felt. The man inside my pit became still, stopping trench inside my ass. I felt him empty his testicle into me, and the feeling made my own peter erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my abused and badly broken cakehole, letting all of his cum pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the third man take his spot, and the fucking resumed. This meter however, it felt different. I was overcome with lust, and the demand to feel this man cum inside me as well. I thrust my ass against him as he pushed inside, milking every inch of cock 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 personnel, feeling the cum enter my hole. Now that I was willing, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're exhausted and satisfy. Each prison term one of the men deposited a consignment inside me, I too came hard and gloriously, never once touching my own peter.

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

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

I cleaned myself up as much as I could, using my towel to pass over away the bloodline from my lacerated 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 note on my panache. It had a simple `` thanks for the cum bitch '' and a number written inside.

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

I decided to secern cipher, I know that seems crazy, but who would believe me ? And on top of that, I thought if it got out, I would fall back my girlfriend, and my job. I could n't fill the risk. What I did n't do it then, was I was no longer the same somebody ...

My girl left me in the following calendar month, because we could n't suffer sex. No thing what I tried, I could n't get hard. It was embarrassing and it took a toll. It was n't until a year or two later when I found out the grounds. I was sitting at home base on my computing machine, surfing some porn web site, trying to get an erection. That 's when I came across a video of some sissy gay hypnosis. It was n't designed, just one of those clickbait options at the bottom of every video. As I watched the `` man '' on the cover bend dexter over and call for a very large dick inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to ask advantage of the erecting, but no matter how hard I jerked off, I just could n't cum. What was wrong with me ?

I found out some metre later, while getting raped for the second metre ... that I indeed could still get hard and cum. But it would only happen when I was getting fucked in my ass, and I could only cum from the spirit 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 story, I can continue with the story of my irregular forced meeting. Hope you liked it !