It 's easygoing to reckon back on events in your life, and think how things could have turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something different, things would have gone a different way. They say your vision is always 20/20 in reverse. This is an account of a night, that no matter how hard I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my early twenties, and enjoying the totality of what life had to offer. I had a good job, steady girlfriend, and a place on my own. I worked surd, and thrived well in my professional vocation early. I was a pocket-sized looking man at that prison term. I towered over my peer at six metrical foot tall, and was well built and unsubtle in my frame. I worked out alot in my downcast fourth dimension, and it showed, although I did n't experience a six pack or anything. The diet required to maintain a shredded forcible appearance never suited me. But I was felicitous with my apearance, and my self-confidence showed.

On this specific Nox, I had just finished a heavy upper dead body physical exercise, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a good workout, my arms and thorax we 're so exhaust it was a battle to even drive my car. Mid drive I decided to detour towards a local creek that hoi polloi loved to swim at. It was late, sun completely down, and the darkness of the night consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swim to relieve my muscles, and since I hated gang, 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 Ethel Waters edge. From the parking lot, you had to take the air down a wide gravel track about three or four hundred feet long, that winded through the woodland. Normally this trail would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the Fall foliage. Tonight it was cold, and iniquity, and if it was n't for my sureness and stature, I may throw 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 edge of one bank of the brook. I was completely alone. It was quiet and dark, the simply Light Within coming from the Moon that now hung high in the night sky.

I decided then that I wanted to direct total reward of this rarefied opportunity and try a dip without the hinder of article of clothing. I had never done this before, and was suddenly overcome with excitement. It felt naughty and wrong, and I was driven by the view of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my short circuit and shirt, underwear and wind sock in a courteous spot near the pee. I thought, in fount someone happens to have the Same dark swimming idea that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water, and immedietly was in heaven. The water system envoloped my body, and carressed my swollen and sore muscles. It felt incredible. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the rate of flow from the watercourse over me, careful not to float away. I positioned myself so that one of my foundation was wrapped in a tree diagram root hanging from the edge of the opposition bank. I felt safe and lull, and peaceful. It was most probable the stress of the day melting away, or the spirit of the piddle, but regardless the ground, I soon drifted off to catch some Z's ...

I was awoken violently, with a heavy pain in my stomach. As I tried to chance my aim, I realized I was no longer in the urine. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shore by a gloomy figure. I tried desperately to dislodge myself, only to get hit once more in my stomach, by a man who was walking beside me. Now, I 'm no unknown to a engagement, but this man hit me hard, twice in the same location, and it was clean-cut I was n't leaving without some painful sensation. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the second name, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the pushover tables set off to the side of the beach. As I landed my typeface bounced off the mesa, rattling my dentition and throwing off my equilibrium.

One of the men, then jumped up onto my back and sat down, strattling my shoulders. I was lost, I could n't really see, and now I could barely respire with this giant man on top of me. He had to press close to three hundred hammering. Even in bloom shape I would ingest struggled to propel him, and with my thinned post gym sinew, I was stuck. This was the bit I realized I was also still naked. I pleaded as much as I could muster, I could barely take a breather let alone beg for mercy.

I heard the men talking, `` tinker's dam chum, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't believe our luck, this pure opus of ass, just waiting on us to arrive ''. I could n't trust what I was hearing. They could n't be serious, were they really going to offend 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 closer he got to my virgin hole, before gently pressing his thumb to my anatomical sphincter. I yelled out in fear, and painful sensation, 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 incline of my pelvis, pulling himself penny-pinching to my prat. Then I felt something I 'll never forget. His cock sliding up my crack and encircling my cocksucker. 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 blank space. It was clear the first man had done unplayful damage. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the intense insistency of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't fuck how big he was, but his cock felt enormous. I could experience him pressing into my stomach on every forward thrust. I suddenly became aware of another male standing to the side. 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 comprehend his program line, I realised I was indeed hard. Why ? My body had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a infraction ? With this realization, came an enormous boot of pleasance 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 enclosed space became still, stopping inscrutable inside my ass. I felt him discharge his balls into me, and the belief made my own cock erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my clapperclaw and badly broken hole, letting all of his source pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the third man require his spot, and the screw resumed. This time however, it felt dissimilar. 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 dick that I could. We continued like this for a few minutes before he indeed emptied his ball inside me, adding to the cum already there. I again came with effect, feeling the cum enter my maw. Now that I was willing, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're spent and satisfied. Each prison term one of the men deposited a lode inside me, I too came operose and gloriously, never once touching my own dick.

The men thanked me for my service, 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 board for what seemed. Like hours. What just happened to me ? How could this have happened to me ? Why did I get such pleasure from this ? Am I gay now ? What do I do now ? Who do I state ? ...

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

I eagerly left and returned to my home, needing a shower and sleep and hopefully a programme 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 fall behind my girlfriend, and my job. I could n't take the risk. What I did n't know then, was I was no longer the same person ...

My girlfriend left me in the observe month, because we could n't have sex. No subject what I tried, I could n't get hard. It was embarrassing and it took a toll. It was n't until a twelvemonth or two later when I found out the lawsuit. I was sitting at habitation on my computer, surfing some porn web site, trying to get an erection. That 's when I came across a picture of some sissy gay hypnosis. It was n't intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the rump of every video. As I watched the `` man '' on the screen bend over and ask a very large shaft inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean ? I tried to take advantage of the erection, 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 second metre ... that I indeed could still get intemperately 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 story for another day..

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

If you enjoyed this report, I can continue with the story of my second forced meeting. Hope you liked it !