It 's slowly to look back on case in your liveliness, and think how things could get turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something different, things would have gone a dissimilar way. They say your visual sensation is always 20/20 in reverse. This is an chronicle of a nighttime, that no matter how hard I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my early 20, and enjoying the entirety of what aliveness had to volunteer. I had a good job, sweetheart girlfriend, and a place on my own. I worked hard, and thrived well in my master career early. I was a modest looking man at that clip. I towered over my peers at six invertebrate foot tall, and was well built and large-minded in my frame. 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 observe a shred physical appearing never suited me. But I was well-chosen with my apearance, and my confidence showed.

On this specific night, I had just finished a toilsome upper body exercise, and was on my way home base. On day like this, after such a in effect physical exercise, my arms and chest we 're so tired it was a conflict to even drive my car. Mid drive I decided to detour towards a topical anaesthetic creek that citizenry loved to float at. It was belated, sun completely down, and the darkness of the night consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swim to comfort my muscular tissue, and since I hated crowds, this seemed like a fit opportunity.

I arrived and parked my car, grabbing just my spare gym towel and heading down the trail to the weewee edge. From the parking lot, you had to walk down a wide gravel trail about three or four C feet long, that winded through the timberland. Normally this track would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the Fall foliage. Tonight it was cold-blooded, and nighttime, and if it was n't for my assurance and stature, I may consume thought twice about the endeavor. Looking back, I should have.

At the end of the trail, it opened up directly on to the minor beach that followed the border of one banking company of the Creek. I was completely alone. It was muted and dark, the only Light coming from the lunation that now hung in high spirits in the night sky.

I decided then that I wanted to consider full vantage of this rarefied chance and try a dip without the hinder of clothing. I had never done this before, and was suddenly overpower with upheaval. It felt naughty and damage, and I was driven by the thought process of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my underdrawers and shirt, underwear and socks in a prissy topographic point near the water. I thought, in lawsuit soul happens to bear the same Nox swim idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water, and immedietly was in heaven. The weewee envoloped my body, and carressed my swollen and sore heftiness. It felt unbelievable. I began floating gently on the H2O, enjoying the 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 stem hanging from the edge of the opposite depository financial institution. I felt secure and simmer down, and peaceful. It was most belike the stress of the day melting away, or the feeling of the piss, but regardless the intellect, I soon drifted off to slumber ...

I was awoken violently, with a heavy painful sensation in my stomach. As I tried to find my mien, I realized I was no longer in the water. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shoring by a benighted physique. I tried desperately to absolve 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 combat, but this man hit me hard, twice in the same positioning, and it was clear I was n't leaving without some pain in the neck. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the second base figure, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the cinch tables set off to the side of the beach. As I landed my boldness bounced off the table, rattling my teeth and throwing off my equilibrium.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my back and sat down, strattling my shoulder joint. 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 quid. Even in elevation embodiment I would have struggled to move him, and with my de-escalate post gym muscles, I was stuck. This was the moment I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as much as I could muster, I could barely breathe let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` darn buddy, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't believe our luck, this everlasting piece of ass, just waiting on us to arrive ''. I could n't think what I was hearing. They could n't be grievous, were they really going to violate me ? I could n't compass what was happening, and it was moving so fast.

The man still standing, moved behind me and started to caress my legs and ass. He was teasing me, like he expected that I wanted this situation. closer and closer he got to my virgin hollow, before gently pressing his quarter round to my anatomical sphincter. I yelled out in reverence, and nuisance, 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 side of my hip joint, pulling himself closer to my tush. Then I felt something I 'll never leave. His cock sliding up my crack 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 sure how long I was out, but the men had switched lieu. It was clear the foremost man had done serious damage. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the vivid pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't know how big he was, but his tool felt tremendous. I could feel him pressing into my stomach on every forward thrust. I suddenly became aware of another male standing to the face. He pointed out to the others that I was a `` dependable fiddling beef '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get hard ''. As I tried to get the picture his program line, I realised I was indeed hard. Why ? My body had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a violation ? With this realization, came an enormous Benjamin Rush of pleasure through my body. It was as if all the painful sensation was gone, and all I could feel was pleasure. It was the tender I 've ever felt. The man inside my dental caries became still, stopping deep inside my ass. I felt him empty his formal into me, and the feeling made my own cock erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my abused and badly broken cakehole, letting all of his seed pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the third man take his patch, and the screw resumed. This sentence however, it felt unlike. I was overcome with lust, and the need to feel this man cum inside me as well. I thrust my ass against him as he pushed inside, milking every inch of pecker 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 trap. Now that I was uncoerced, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're washed-out and satisfy. Each clock time one of the men deposited a load inside me, I too came hard and gloriously, never once touching my own dick.

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

I laid there on the table for what seemed. Like hr. What just happened to me ? How could this let 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 wipe away the blood from my shoot ass, and all of the many many lots of cum seeping from inside me. I hobbled down the lead to my car, getting inside I found a banker's bill on my dah. It had a simple `` thanks for the cum bitch '' and a number written inside.

I eagerly left and returned to my habitation, needing a exhibitioner and sleep and hopefully a plan of what to do next.

I decided to tell cipher, 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 read the risk of exposure. What I did n't know then, was I was no longer the Sami person ...

My girlfriend left me in the follow month, because we could n't have sex. No issue what I tried, I could n't get hard. It was embarrassing and it took a price. It was n't until a year or two later when I found out the cause. I was sitting at home on my reckoner, surfing some pornography land site, trying to get an hard-on. That 's when I came across a video of some pansy gay hypnosis. It was n't intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the tail end of every TV. As I watched the `` man '' on the screen crimp over and direct a very heavy cock inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to convey advantage of the erecting, but no subject how hard I jerked off, I just could n't cum. What was wrong with me ?

I found out some time later, while getting raped for the 2nd time ... that I indeed could still get hard and cum. But it would only come about 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 kick 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 second strained meeting. Hope you liked it !