It 's easy to look back on event in your life history, and retrieve how things could have turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something different, things would throw gone a different way. They say your sight is always 20/20 in reverse. This is an story of a night, that no matter how toilsome I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my early twenties, and enjoying the entirety of what life had to provide. I had a good job, steady girl, and a place on my own. I worked hard, and thrived well in my professional person career early. I was a modest looking man at that time. I towered over my peer at six foot tall, and was well built and broad in my underframe. I worked out alot in my down sentence, and it showed, although I did n't have a six pack or anything. The diet required to uphold a shredded physical appearance never suited me. But I was felicitous with my apearance, and my confidence showed.

On this particular night, I had just finished a heavy upper body workout, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a safe workout, my weaponry and chest we 're so fatigue it was a struggle to even drive my car. Mid ride I decided to detour towards a topical anaesthetic Creek that hoi polloi loved to drown at. It was late, sun completely down, and the iniquity of the dark consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swimming to still my brawniness, and since I hated crew, this seemed like a fit opportunity.

I arrived and parked my car, grabbing just my scanty gym towel and heading down the track to the amniotic fluid edge. From the parking lot, you had to take the air down a extensive crushed rock lead about three or four hundred invertebrate foot long, that winded through the forest. Normally this trail would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the Fall leaf. Tonight it was stale, and shadow, and if it was n't for my authority and stature, I may have thought twice about the endeavour. Looking back, I should have.

At the end of the trail, it opened up directly on to the small beach that followed the sharpness of one banking company of the creek. I was completely alone. It was placidity and black, the only ignitor coming from the moon that now hung heights in the night sky.

I decided then that I wanted to take up full reward of this rarefied chance and try a dip without the hinder of clothing. I had never done this before, and was suddenly overcome with fervor. It felt naughty and wrongly, and I was driven by the thought of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my shorts and shirt, underwear and drogue in a nice office near the urine. I thought, in case someone happens to birth the same night swim idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water, and immedietly was in Heaven. The pee envoloped my consistency, and carressed my swollen and sore muscles. It felt incredible. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the current from the watercourse over me, careful not to drift away. I positioned myself so that one of my feet was wrapped in a tree rootage hanging from the edge of the face-to-face coin bank. I felt safe and calmness, and peaceful. It was most in all probability the strain of the day melting away, or the flavour of the piss, but regardless the understanding, I soon drifted off to sleep ...

I was awoken violently, with a heavy bother in my stomach. As I tried to find my aim, I realized I was no longer in the water supply. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shore by a sorry 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 battle, but this man hit me laborious, twice in the like location, and it was crystallize I was n't leaving without some bother. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the indorse digit, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the picnic tables set off to the side of the beach. As I landed my facial expression bounced off the tabular array, rattling my teeth and throwing off my equilibrium.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my spinal column and sat down, strattling my shoulder joint. I was lost, I could n't really see, and now I could barely breathe with this monster man on top of me. He had to weigh close to three hundred pounds. Even in peak bod I would have struggled to strike him, and with my weakened post gym muscles, I was stuck. This was the minute I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as much as I could come up, I could barely breathe let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` damn buddy, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't believe our hazard, this staring piece of ass, just waiting on us to get ''. I could n't trust what I was hearing. They could n't be serious, 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 pegleg and ass. He was teasing me, like he expected that I wanted this site. Closer and finisher he got to my Virgin mess, before gently pressing his thumb to my sphincter. I yelled out in veneration, and botheration, which only made both men laugh out loudly. He spit on to my ass, rubbing the fluid into my rosebud. I felt him grab both slope of my articulatio coxae, pulling himself closer to my rear. Then I felt something I 'll never forget. His turncock sliding up my crack and encircling my son of a bitch. I begged for him to stop.

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

When I awoke I was n't sure how hanker I was out, but the men had switched situation. It was absolved the first man had done unplayful damage. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the intense press of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't have a go at it how big he was, but his cock felt enormous. I could finger him pressing into my stomach on every forward thrust. I suddenly became aware of another male person standing to the position. He pointed out to the others that I was a `` proficient trivial gripe '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get hard ''. As I tried to comprehend his statement, I realised I was indeed intemperate. Why ? My soundbox had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a violation ? With this actualization, came an tremendous Benjamin Rush of delight through my trunk. It was as if all the pain in the ass was gone, and all I could feel was pleasure. It was the warmest I 've ever felt. The man inside my pit became still, stopping recondite inside my ass. I felt him abandon his clod into me, and the feeling made my own prick erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my abused and badly broken hole, letting all of his source pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the third man take his spot, and the piece of tail resumed. This meter 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 column inch of pecker that I could. We continued like this for a few minutes before he indeed emptied his nut inside me, adding to the cum already there. I again came with force, feeling the cum enter my hollow. Now that I was leave, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're worn-out and satisfied. Each time one of the men deposited a loading inside me, I too came surd and gloriously, never once touching my own gumshoe.

The men thanked me for my serving, and quickly ran off in dissimilar directions, but not before one of them shouted back `` now you 're a bitch forever ! ``

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

I cleaned myself up as much as I could, using my towel to pass over away the blood from my torn ass, and all of the many many stacks 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 dewy-eyed `` thanks for the cum bitch '' and a telephone number written inside.

I eagerly left and returned to my dwelling house, 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 drop off my lady friend, and my job. I could n't necessitate the endangerment. What I did n't know then, was I was no longer the like person ...

My girlfriend left me in the chase months, because we could n't have sex. No topic 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 on my figurer, surfing some porn sites, trying to get an hard-on. That 's when I came across a video of some cissy gay hypnosis. It was n't intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the stern of every video. As I watched the `` man '' on the sieve bend over and take in a very large cock inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to charter advantage of the erection, but no matter how heavy I jerked off, I just could n't cum. What was untimely with me ?

I found out some time later, while getting raped for the second fourth dimension ... that I indeed could still get concentrated 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 become 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 domicile ... ..

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