It 's gentle to attend back on events in your life-time, and think how things could birth turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something dissimilar, things would have gone a unlike way. They say your imaginativeness is always 20/20 in blow. This is an account of a night, that no matter how heavily I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my betimes twenties, and enjoying the integrality of what life story had to offer. I had a unspoiled job, steadfast girl, and a shoes on my own. I worked difficult, and thrived well in my pro life history early. I was a low looking man at that time. I towered over my equal at six base tall, and was well built and broad in my build. I worked out alot in my down time, and it showed, although I did n't have got a six battalion or anything. The diet required to maintain a shredded physical appearance never suited me. But I was happy with my apearance, and my confidence showed.

On this specific night, I had just finished a heavy upper body exercise, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a thoroughly workout, my arms and thorax we 're so wear down it was a struggle to even aim my car. Mid effort I decided to detour towards a local brook that people loved to swim at. It was late, sun completely down, and the swarthiness of the nighttime consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swimming to ease my muscles, and since I hated crowd, this seemed like a fit opportunity.

I arrived and parked my car, grabbing just my spare part gym towel and heading down the lead to the waters edge. From the parking lot, you had to take the air down a encompassing gravel track about three or four hundred feet long, that winded through the timber. 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 self-confidence and height, I may experience thought twice about the attempt. Looking back, I should have.

At the end of the trail, it opened up directly on to the lowly beach that followed the sharpness of one camber of the creek. I was completely alone. It was placid and dark, the entirely Inner Light coming from the moon that now hung high school in the night sky.

I decided then that I wanted to pack 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 excitation. It felt risque and wrong, and I was driven by the thought of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my drawers and shirt, underwear and socks in a nice smudge near the H2O. I thought, in causa somebody happens to have the Same dark swim idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water, and immedietly was in Shangri-la. The water envoloped my body, and carressed my swollen and sore muscles. It felt unbelievable. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the menstruation from the stream over me, careful not to float away. I positioned myself so that one of my feet was wrapped in a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree root hanging from the sharpness of the opposite savings bank. I felt safety and calm, and peaceful. It was most belike the accent of the day melting away, or the feeling of the water, but regardless the rationality, I soon drifted off to slumber ...

I was awoken violently, with a sonorous pain in my stomach. As I tried to find my bearing, I realized I was no longer in the water. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shoring by a dark figure. I tried desperately to free 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 scrap, but this man hit me heavily, twice in the same location, and it was clear I was n't leaving without some pain. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the second design, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the cinch table set off to the position of the beach. As I landed my face bounced off the board, rattling my teeth and throwing off my equilibrium.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my binding and sat down, strattling my shoulder. I was lost, I could n't really see, and now I could barely breathe with this hulk man on top of me. He had to count close to three hundred dog pound. Even in efflorescence build I would give struggled to propel him, and with my weakened post gym muscles, I was stuck. This was the moment I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as very much as I could muster up, I could barely breathe let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` tinker's dam crony, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't think our luck, this perfect piece of ass, just waiting on us to arrive ''. I could n't believe what I was hearing. They could n't be life-threatening, 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 situation. 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 snaffle both sides of my hip, pulling himself finisher to my rear. Then I felt something I 'll never forget. His hammer sliding up my fissure and encircling my asshole. I begged for him to stop.

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

When I awoke I was n't indisputable how long I was out, but the men had switched places. It was pull in the get-go man had done severe harm. I was numb to the botheration, and could only feel the intense pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't live how big he was, but his putz felt enormous. I could feel him pressing into my stomach on every forward stab. I suddenly became aware of another male person standing to the side of meat. He pointed out to the others that I was a `` good little bitch '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get hard ''. As I tried to cover his statement, I realised I was indeed severe. Why ? My physical structure had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a rape ? With this actualization, came an tremendous 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 caries became still, stopping late inside my ass. I felt him vacate his glob into me, and the feeling made my own cock erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my abused and badly interrupt maw, letting all of his come pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the third man choose his smudge, and the fucking resumed. This sentence however, it felt dissimilar. I was overcome with lust, and the need to find this man cum inside me as well. I thrust my ass against him as he pushed inside, milking every in of dick 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 volition, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're worn out and gratify. Each time one of the men deposited a onus 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 unlike directions, but not before one of them shouted back `` now you 're a beef forever ! ``

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

I cleaned myself up as a good deal as I could, using my towel to wipe away the line of descent from my torn ass, and all of the many many loads of cum seeping from inside me. I hobbled down the trail to my car, getting inside I found a note on my dash. It had a simple `` thanks for the cum bitch '' and a issue written inside.

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

I decided to tell nobody, I know that seems screwball, 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 consider the risk. What I did n't know then, was I was no longer the same person ...

My girlfriend left me in the comply calendar month, because we could n't have 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 yr or two later when I found out the cause. I was sitting at rest home on my electronic computer, surfing some porno situation, trying to get an erecting. That 's when I came across a video 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 bending over and take up a very large cock inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to bring advantage of the erecting, but no subject how hard I jerked off, I just could n't cum. What was awry with me ?

I found out some time later, while getting raped for the second time ... 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 feeling of being bred myself. I indeed was to become a bitch forever, just like I was told that night long ago. But that 's a taradiddle for another day..

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

If you enjoyed this tale, I can continue with the story of my second squeeze get together. Hope you liked it !