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

It was an average Fri night out in Belgian capital. I had met up with some Quaker to snaffle a drink in a newly opened gay bar in heart of townspeople. The premises were rather trendy ; the crew was Pres Young, cute and looked smart. masses mostly stayed in their several mathematical group, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the way at other boys. Yet they didn't take the go-ahead to move over taking the initial striking.

The curse of being young : the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the caseful in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to facilitate the latent hostility and forbiddance.
We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were stage were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the Night. I and my acquaintance were not after these older bozo. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, moving moderately to the heavy rhythm of the music.

Around five o'clock in the forenoon it was sentence to head on for something else. A contribution of the group wanted to go to a bar where mainstream pop medicine was commingle up with interludes of retarding force show performances.

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

We therefore split up and I left them to their miserable option. My nous was on posh club music, a nice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys.
My choice was therefore a club called the Box. It had an undefendable atmosphere, two dance floors : one for club music downstairs and r'n'b/pop upstairs. It contained two taproom and a dismal elbow room at the top. The coloured room was a lieu I didn't'use to go to. I had paid a sojourn once out of curiosity. That sentence it did n't postulate long until I felt a stranger 's helping hand on my ass. I remembered I kind of froze not knowing what to do. The hand moved up to my belt and went down inside my jean and suddenly I felt a finger playing around my cakehole. The fingerbreadth pressed itself into my hole ; I felt hullabaloo but I was not cook to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the dark, so I pulled the hired hand out and left for the exit. On the way out custody touched me both on the back and on my bulb under the jeans. One part of me wanted to detain but the other was too unsecure.

That was then. This late evening I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance storey was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight it was not a lot of people left. Maybe ten in total. I headed for the bar and ordered a endure vodka-tonic, although I was quite imbibe already.

After a while two Guy came up and sat side by side to me. They looked to be around my age, around 20. They were the Sami height but more muscly than me and they were not blond with down in the mouth eyes like me but had darker whisker and brown eyes. They probably had Arab blood line. Both of them looked really good. Their fit, defined bodies were visible under fuddled T-shirts and jeans. We started to chat loosely : they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Brussels. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly ; the former moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a slight bit too quickly and I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the commode.

I went upstairs to the toilets on the second base, where there was no one. I could find I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two bozo before and was a little bit prude when in bars and in public. I was not the sort of guy who was making out just like that. Too bad there wasn't just one of them, which would have made matter a little bit easier.

When I got out of the commode one of the bozo stood outside 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 laughingstock ass ”."Thanks !"I flushed a little bit embarrassed.

"So if it was just me, would you like to take in some fun ?"he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental person, muscly body and could hear myself saying : `` Yes, why not ''."We can go to my place ; I do n't live on far from here"I suggested."No, my Friend is waiting downstairs and I 'd prefer that we just go up to the dark room"he said and smiled."Well, I do n't know about that ; I 'm not a cracking fan of darkness rooms"I hesitated."You do n't acknowledge who is there and it 's not very comfortable ”."It 's ok"he assured,"the order is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for for sure that both of us want to induce some a little bit of fun"he insisted."It's just a fast one ; I 'd love to get your small cute backtalk around my tool and in return I 'll give you a blowjob you'll really enjoy. Would n't that be squeamish ?"He put his hand over his package as to win over me. I could see a distinct, expectant bulb on his denim. OMG, he has a big cock, I thought to myself.
It was watering in my mouth by the mere thought of tasting his midst Arab tool ; I could finger mine was growing to.

He approached me, pressed his dead body against mine and started to kiss me with mystifying tongue bm. Wow, this guy knew how to buss ! It felt like Heaven ! unacceptable to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle discourse of cuddling and caressing my pecker with his handwriting inside my dungaree made my inhibitions for action in a public club be defeated."You 're hard and hornlike"he said,"so let 's go up ”. He took my deal and led me up the stair to the dismal elbow room.

Up there he opened my blue jean, pulled them down completely to the land and sat in front of me. My putz swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to roleplay with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to feel fuck my my ass. Gosh it was nice having his lips around my shaft and at the same time feel him finger-pulling me from behind.

We would only substitute blowjobs, he had told me. Is he now trying to gear up me to be fucked after all ? Typically Arab men telling you one thing while having other intentions. These were only mentation in my thinker, but I could n't resist since it felt too sound. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with recondite tongues.
Then he put the fingers he had used in my ass into my mouth."You like the tasting of your tight, bubble rear muddle in your lip ?"he whispered and had me suck on them for a piece before he pushed my head down to his large phallus. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was make who was in complaint.
He slapped my font with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His pecker 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 2d to respire in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate ; I had to accept some to continue up with his intense and bass backtalk fucking.
He ordered me to come up 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 second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room.
Who was this thirdly person who now wanted to join in ? Was it his champion who had gone up earlier to wait for us ? Of class, they must have planned this from the start.

The newcomer immediately took over my ass and started to come home it with his finger's breadth. He seemed very excited and was quite intense in his front. I almost lost my balance, which was anyway not the practiced since I had a considerable amount of inebriant in my soundbox. I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to sacrifice it all a pause. The guy in presence of me noticed my reluctance and quickly locked both of my hired man and put his arm around my neck opening. He was much inviolable than me, and although I tried to fend 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 booze, the pain of the thick cock ploughing its way into my closely ass seemingly without any lubricating substance made me feel completely sober again. Desperately my mitt fought to get released but all in vain. `` Please wait ! '' I squeaked,"I need to ..."`` What is it ? Do n't you want to play anymore ? '' one of the guys interrupted. `` Well, just let me get some lubricant and a safe from my pocket '' I said trying resolutely to sound calmness not to give the belief I was trying to scarper. `` No motivation for that cutie ; I like fucking fast fuck like yours without condom or lubricant. It feels much more natural and so much cockeyed and nicer, do n't you cerebrate ? '' `` But, I just ... '' He silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady hairgrip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my sass.
An extremely intense and very grating fucking followed. My ass was almost to irrupt and I could feel every in of his big tool as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an timeless existence. It was almost like my ass would deform inside out of the bass plowing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his turncock sent electric automobile shocks through my entire body ; the pain came out on the other side through my mouthpiece groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my human face and rammed his pecker into my backtalk to shut me up.

After some prison term my anus got more and more than 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 serve his shaft 's violent and crude use.
The guy behind me moaned louder and louder as if he was to come. Suddenly a ardent wizard cattle ranch inside my body as he fired his big warhead deep up my ass.

He withdrew and got up in battlefront of me ordering me to fellate and lick his dick clean of the warm juice. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop of it, as I did n't dare to spue anything out. `` Good boy ! You seem to savor that tasty sperm '' he said. `` Now, lie down on the floor !"his ally commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the trading floor.
He got on top and guided his phallus to my hole. He pushed into me ; I felt the head enter me. A groan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force."Now, we 're going to see if I can love this cutie even harder. He seems to wish it ! '' They both put up a gag of joy and exhilaration. He fucked me punishing 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 sentence and use you for my own pleasure like the niggling fuck-doll you are ”. Her kissed me on the arrest and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking ; I felt the entire weight of his muscular eubstance as he pumped my ass with his monolithic cock like a machine spinning out of control.
`` This is so roll in the hay great. I love your fuddled ass baby. ''

By now the insight went more smoothly because of the generous loud that his champion had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a pure natural lube. My ass had also got more ill-used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the incursion of his friend 's tumid prick fucking me so violently. The initial unbarable pain in the ass had vanished and been replaced by another feeling. Despite the forced situation I could n't actually help starting to revel it. Yes, I found myself somewhat enjoying it. No, in all honesty I found myself suddenly and surprisingly loving it ! Having this good-looking, youth sexy Arab stallion working my ass turned me on like cypher I 'd ever have. I was his trivial blank toy ; I could really experience how much he also loved it - loved the fact that I was there for him to savor fully. Everything just felt so perfectly rightfield, like a pipe dream. 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 roaring and we were both to burst forth as he shot a stream of warm 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 warm and egotistical with the succus of the two guy cable dripping out. A smile banquet over my face.
I started to yank myself and came quickly. I left the sullen room and the club.

On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its doorway in the morning hour. I went in and ordered a sandwich and an Orange River juice in the bar.
As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a Black person Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. `` sure '' I said. We were there just with our diminished towels around our shank. He had a double-dyed body and he noticed my eye screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his tremendous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn't help staring at it.

`` I saw you in the dark room '' he said. `` What ? '' `` Yes, with the two cat. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. It was quite a rough fucking, was n't it ? '' His lyric took me by surprise and I did n't experience what to say.
`` It was n't planned. They just ... '' `` I know '' he interrupted. `` They took advantage of you to have a good time and enjoy themselves. But you seemed to savour it yourself in the end. '' `` Well… yes form of '' I admitted. `` You 're very cute '' he said. `` The fact that you 've come to this sweat room and did n't go straight domicile or to the law or anything must mean that you 're not really done for today, I suppose. '' He smiled and stroked his script over his big cock that had started to rise.
'' I could give you a overnice clip up in one of the cabins. Of course with lube and condom. '' He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his rooster and felt how mine grew to create a seeable bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly `` I take that as a yes ''.

We stood up and walked up two flooring to an discharge cabin were we dropped the towels and started to snog. His large member was like a dream ; I felt it against me ; his fingers were already exploring my kettle of fish. There was no need to warm up my ass really. At this moment I could submit anything ! I could n't wait for him to infix me and make me all his ...


PS. I have always been strongly against any sort of forced or non-consensual sex and condemned it fiercely. Therefore this consequence has turned out very complicated and complex for me. I realise that if the guys had listened to my initial protests and not given themselves the right to fully use me the way they did my solid experience would not have been as inviolable and so memorable. I 've since this happened tried to re-experience the situation by participating in role-plays and violation games but nothing can compare to the feeling of the real muckle. Of course non-consensual sex should not imply unneeded violence, and these bozo did not seek to make unnecessary trauma in any way. All they really wanted was to sleep with the diddley out of me and enjoy the real game of being in full ascendance over a little fuck toy to possess not only the physical pleasure ( the feeling of penetrating a wet butthole with no lubricating substance, as one of the guys said ) but also enhance the experience by being the dominant male person who exerts his full rights by nature - like a stallion, stag or shit who mounts a female or another male out of natural instinct and without asking for permission. The mount in this case also lends justification to their behaviour. I was the young boy in a gay bar, dressed to appeal in a way that featured my soused physical structure and ripple butt, and who strongly teased their instinct by signaling an interest in their bodies and engaging with them ( this is different from a surprise coersion in the park ). To be the climb one and find a muscly torso acquire you in possession for a unforesightful while is nothing shamefull. On the perverse, it makes you feel wanted and craved for. And that in itself is an arouse affair !