I 'm going to share a true story that I never thought I would ever write.

It was an ordinary Friday night out in Brussels. I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The premises were rather trendy ; the crowd was young, cute and looked wise. People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other male child. Yet they didn't take the opening to move over taking the initial contact.

The curse of being immature : the self-confidence clearly had no balance to the coming into court, younker and aphrodisiac aspect. It seems this is often the font in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to comfort the tensions and inhibitions.
We drank quite a lot. The few older guy rope who were demonstrate were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my friend were not after these former guys. We had a good sentence, drinking and laughing, moving moderately to the hard beats of the music.

Around five o'clock in the morning it was time to channelize on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where mainstream pop music was conflate up with interludes of pull show performances.

This very small bar was always fully packed and it was hard for anyone to really move around, the toilet waiting line was awfully long and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at to the lowest degree my opinion, but my friends did n't agree.

We therefore split and I left them to their miserable alternative. My thinker was on classy cabaret music, a overnice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute bozo.
My option was therefore a guild called the Box. It had an subject atmospheric state, two dance floor : one for golf club euphony downstairs and r'n'b/pop upstairs. It contained two bars and a black room at the top. The dark room was a place I didn't'use to go to. I had paid a visit once out of curiosity. That time it did n't call for long until I felt a stranger 's bridge player on my ass. I remembered I form of froze not knowing what to do. The hired man moved up to my bang and went down inside my jean and suddenly I felt a finger playing around my cakehole. The digit pressed itself into my hole ; I felt excitation but I was not ready to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the night, so I pulled the bridge player out and left for the exit. On the way out hands touched me both on the back and on my bulb under the blue jean. One part of me wanted to stay but the former was too unsecure.

That was then. This previous eventide I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to citizenry and danced to a great DJ for three minute which felt shorter than that. Around eight it was not a lot of multitude left. Maybe ten in totality. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already.

After a while two guys came up and sat next to me. They looked to be around my age, around 20. They were the Sami height but Sir Thomas More muscly than me and they were not blond with blue eyes like me but had darker haircloth and John Brown eyes. They probably had Arab origins. Both of them looked really good. Their fit, defined physical structure were visible under crocked T-shirts and jeans. We started to claver loosely : they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Brussels. One of them put his deal on my thigh and caressed me slowly ; the early moved his paw inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly and I escaped the billet by saying that I needed to go to the can.

I went upstairs to the toilets on the moment floor, where there was no one. I could experience I was turned on by the touch and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guy before and was a fiddling bit prude when in BAR and in world. I was not the variety of guy who was making out just like that. Too bad there wasn't just one of them, which would bear made thing a little bit easier.

When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood out-of-door waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me."Somewhat"I replied."Whom of us do you like the most ?"he asked."I think you 're both cute"I said and added"and very sexy ”."You 're very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt joint ass ”."Thanks !"I flushed a little bit embarrass.

"So if it was just me, would you like to hold some fun ?"he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental, muscly body and could hear myself saying : `` Yes, why not ''."We can go to my place ; I do n't be far from here"I suggested."No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I 'd favour that we just go up to the blue elbow room"he said and smiled."Well, I do n't live about that ; I 'm not a great fan of wickedness rooms"I hesitated."You do n't know who is there and it 's not very comfortable ”."It 's ok"he assured,"the order is almost evacuate by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want to have got some a little bit of fun"he insisted."It's just a fast one ; I 'd have it away to own your slight cute mouthpiece around my putz and in comeback I 'll throw you a blowjob you'll really enjoy. Would n't that be nice ?"He put his hand over his software system as to convince me. I could see a distinct, vauntingly bulb on his denim. OMG, he has a big hammer, I thought to myself.
It was watering in my mouth by the bare thought of tasting his thick Arab cock ; I could sense mine was growing to.

He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to osculate me with deep tongue trend. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss ! It felt like heaven ! impossible to resist. At this time I was quite tope and his blue-blooded handling of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans made my prohibition for action in a public club be defeated."You 're surd and horny"he said,"so let 's go up ”. He took my hand and led me up the step to the nighttime elbow room.

Up there he opened my denim, pulled them down completely to the terra firma and sat in presence of me. My pecker swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it honorable. One of his bridge player went off to my ass and started to play with my gob. One fingerbreadth went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger have a go at it my my ass. Gosh it was nice having his brim around my stopcock and at the same meter feel him finger-pulling me from behind.

We would only exchange blowjobs, he had told me. Is he now trying to prepare me to be fucked after all ? Typically Arabian men telling you one matter while having other aim. These were only thoughts in my mind, but I could n't dissent since it felt too effective. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep clapper.
Then he put the finger's breadth he had used in my ass into my mouth."You like the taste of your tight, babble butt trap in your mouth ?"he whispered and had me suck on them for a while before he pushed my promontory down to his enceinte phallus. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was acquit who was in charge.
He slapped my face with his XL-sized hawkshaw before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a s to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as mystifying as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with spittle filled my palate ; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep sassing fucking.
He ordered me to lift my ass up so that he could finger-pull me while I was sucking him. I did was I was told.

Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A moment later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my tooshie. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room.
Who was this 3rd individual who now wanted to join in ? Was it his admirer who had gone up earlier to wait for us ? Of course, they must take in planned this from the start.

The newcomer immediately took over my ass and started to come home it with his fingers. He seemed very energize and was quite acute in his crusade. I almost lost my residue, which was anyway not the advantageously since I had a considerable amount of alcoholic beverage in my organic structure. I stopped sucking and was about to stomach up to devote it all a pause. The guy in movement of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my manpower and put his arm around my neck. He was much secure than me, and although I tried to resist I could n't get away.

Suddenly I felt the guy behind me start pressing his big tool into my anus. Although I was under the influence of the John Barleycorn, the pain of the thick cock ploughing its way into my stiff ass seemingly without any lubricator made me experience completely sober again. Desperately my script fought to get released but all in vain. `` Please hold ! '' I squeaked,"I need to ..."`` What is it ? Do n't you need to represent anymore ? '' one of the guys interrupted. `` wellspring, just let me get some lube and a condom from my sack '' I said trying resolutely to sound calm not to give the feeling I was trying to escape. `` No want for that cutie ; I like fucking squiffy tush like yours without condom or lubricator. It feels much more rude and so practically tighter and nicer, do n't you think ? '' `` But, I just ... '' He silenced me quickly by pulling my question back by a steady clutch around my whisker with one hand and putting the other over my mouth.
An extremely vivid and very uncut fucking followed. My ass was almost to explode and I could sense every in of his big prick as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an timelessness. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every appearance of the top of his putz sent electric car shocks through my integral eubstance ; the hurting came out on the other incline through my oral fissure groaning and moaning. His supporter slapped my grimace and rammed his prick into my mouth to shut me up.

After some time my anus got Sir Thomas More and More numb and the pain started to go away. It became less tense, almost like it had given up and just let itself completely open to answer his cock 's violent and rough enjoyment.
The guy behind me moaned louder and louder as if he was to occur. Suddenly a warm up sensation spreading inside my body as he fired his big load deep up my ass.

He withdrew and got up in front line of me ordering me to suck and lap his peter clean and jerk of the warm juice. I did as I was told and swallowed every bead of it, as I did n't dare to spit anything out. `` Good boy ! You seem to love that tasty sperm '' he said. `` Now, lie down on the floor !"his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the story.
He got on top and guided his penis to my yap. He pushed into me ; I felt the read/write head enter me. A moan escaped my sassing. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in fully force."Now, we 're going to see if I can have sex this cutie even harder. He seems to like it ! '' They both put up a laugh of joy and fervor. He fucked me strong and faster."I could see how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. I'll give you the nookie of your life and use you for my own pleasance like the trivial fuck-doll you are ”. Her kissed me on the substantiation and licked my ear. Then he intensified the shtup ; I felt the entire weight of his muscular torso as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a simple machine spinning out of control.
`` This is so fucking peachy. I love your squiffy ass baby. ''

By now the penetration went More smoothly because of the generous loud that his friends had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lube. My ass had also got more employ to the rough nooky and had opened up considerably by the penetration of his acquaintance 's prominent hammer fucking me so violently. The initial unbarable pain had vanished and been replaced by another impression. Despite the forced situation I could n't actually help starting to enjoy it. Yes, I found myself somewhat enjoying it. No, in all honesty I found myself suddenly and surprisingly loving it ! Having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion working my ass turned me on like naught I 'd ever experienced. I was his small white toy ; I could really sense how much he also loved it - loved the fact that I was there for him to revel fully. Everything just felt so perfectly right, like a aspiration. As he hit my G-Spot, this over whelmed me with ecstasy."Yes, do me as hard as you can"slipped out of me."I like you baby and I know you like me too '' he whispered in my ear.
Then he came with a roar and we were both to burst forth as he shot a stream of affectionate juice inside of me. He kissed me a last time on the impudence. Then he and his friend dressed quickly and left.

I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experience ? My ass was warmly and swollen with the juice of the two guys dripping out. A smiling banquet over my face.
I started to hitch myself and came quickly. I left the blue room and the gild.

On my way plate I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its doorway in the cockcrow hour. I went in and ordered a sandwich and an orangeness juice in the bar.
As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a total darkness Cy Young guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. `` Sure '' I said. We were there just with our low towels around our waists. He had a perfective tense trunk and he noticed my middle screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous hawkshaw wall hanging in the open. My heart couldn't avail staring at it.

`` I saw you in the dark room '' he said. `` What ? '' `` Yes, with the two guys. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. It was quite a scratchy fuck, was n't it ? '' His Bible took me by surprise and I did n't know what to say.
`` It was n't planned. They just ... '' `` I know '' he interrupted. `` They took advantage of you to experience a good time and enjoy themselves. But you seemed to enjoy it yourself in the end. '' `` Well… yes kind of '' I admitted. `` You 're very cute '' he said. `` The fact that you 've come to this sauna and did n't go directly home or to the police or anything must signify that you 're not really done for today, I suppose. '' He smiled and stroked his hand over his big tool that had started to rise.
'' I could give you a decent time up in one of the cabins. Of track with lube and safety. '' He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his turncock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly `` I take that as a yes ''.

We stood up and walked up two story to an empty-bellied cabin were we dropped the towels and started to osculate. His boastfully penis was like a aspiration ; I felt it against me ; his fingers were already exploring my fix. There was no need to warm up my ass really. At this moment I could take anything ! I could n't hold off for him to enter me and make me all his ...


PS. I have always been strongly against any form of pull or non-consensual sex and condemned it fiercely. Therefore this issue has turned out very complicated and complex for me. I realise that if the guy wire had listened to my initial protests and not given themselves the rightfulness to fully use me the way they did my solid experience would not have been as solid and so memorable. I 've since this happened tried to re-experience the position by participating in role-plays and rape game but zip can equate to the feeling of the real deal. Of class non-consensual sex should not imply unnecessary violence, and these bozo did not seek to get unnecessary scathe in any way. All they really wanted was to love the diddly-squat out of me and love the existent secret plan of being in full control over a little fuck toy to have not only the strong-arm pleasure ( the belief of penetrating a plastered butthole with no lubricator, as one of the guy said ) but also enhance the experience by being the dominant male person who exerts his full right by nature - like a stallion, stag or shit who mounts a female or another male out of instinctive instinct and without asking for permission. The circumstance in this case also lends justification to their demeanour. I was the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy in a gay bar, dressed to attract in a way that featured my loaded body and bubble butt, and who strongly teased their instincts by signaling an interestingness in their body and engaging with them ( this is dissimilar from a surprise coersion in the park ). To be the mounted one and feel a muscly body study you in possession for a short while is nothing shamefull. On the contrary, it makes you finger wanted and craved for. And that in itself is an commove thing !