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

It was an average Fri night out in Brussels. I had met up with some friends to take hold of a deglutition in a newly opened gay bar in marrow of town. The premises were rather voguish ; the crowd was young, cute and looked smart. the great unwashed mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other son. Yet they didn't take the initiative to move over taking the initial inter-group communication.

The curse of being Brigham Young : the authority clearly had no correspondence to the appearing, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the case in young, voguish gay Browning automatic rifle. Surely a lot of intoxicant is consumed to ease the tensions and forbiddance.
We drank quite a lot. The few elderly Guy who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with centre emitting lecherousness for some fun just for the dark. I and my admirer were not after these older guys. We had a good metre, drink and laughing, moving moderately to the great beats of the music.

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

This very small-scale bar was always fully packed and it was voiceless for anyone to really prompt around, the toilet queue was awfully long and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my view, but my Quaker did n't agree.

We therefore split and I left them to their miserable choice. My nous was on swish nightspot music, a nice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guy rope.
My choice was therefore a clubhouse called the Box. It had an open atmosphere, two dance floors : one for clubhouse music downstairs and r'n'b/pop upstairs. It contained two measure and a dark room at the top. The wickedness elbow room was a station I didn't'use to go to. I had paid a sojourn once out of curio. That time it did n't take yearn until I felt a stranger 's hand on my ass. I remembered I sort of froze not knowing what to do. The helping hand moved up to my whang and went down inside my blue jean and suddenly I felt a finger's breadth playing around my hollow. The digit pressed itself into my hole ; I felt excitement but I was not ready to be fucked like that by some unknown guy in the dark, so I pulled the hand out and left for the loss. On the way out hired hand touched me both on the backbone and on my incandescent lamp under the blue jean. One portion of me wanted to stay but the other was too unsecure.

That was then. This previous evening I came into the lodge around five in the aurora. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to masses and danced to a not bad DJ for three hours which felt light than that. Around eight it was not a lot of masses left. Maybe ten in total. I headed for the bar and ordered a endure 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 like height but more muscly than me and they were not blond with blue eyes like me but had darker fuzz and brownish eyes. They probably had Arab origins. Both of them looked really good. Their fit, delineate eubstance were visible under loaded jersey and jeans. We started to chat loosely : they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in capital of Belgium. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly ; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a minuscule bit too quickly and I escaped the site by saying that I needed to go to the toilet.

I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel 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 puritan when in Browning automatic rifle and in populace. I was not the kind of guy who was making out just like that. Too bad there wasn't just one of them, which would make made things a little bit easier.

When I got out of the toilet one of the guy wire 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 aphrodisiacal too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little gurgle butt ass ”."Thanks !"I flushed a little bit embarrassed.

"So if it was just me, would you like to sustain some fun ?"he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental person, muscly soundbox and could get a line myself saying : `` Yes, why not ''."We can go to my home ; I do n't live far from here"I suggested."No, my champion is waiting downstairs and I 'd favour that we just go up to the dark room"he said and smiled."Well, I do n't recognise about that ; I 'm not a with child fan of night rooms"I hesitated."You do n't have a go at it who is there and it 's not very well-off ”."It 's ok"he assured,"the club is almost abandon by now and there would be no one there except for us. So occur on, I can differentiate for surely that both of us want to have some a little bit of fun"he insisted."It's just a agile one ; I 'd love to have your little precious oral fissure around my dick and in return I 'll give you a blowjob you'll really enjoy. Would n't that be dainty ?"He put his helping hand over his package as to convince me. I could see a distinct, expectant bulb on his jean. OMG, he has a big stopcock, I thought to myself.
It was watering in my mouth by the mere idea of tasting his thick Arabian cock ; I could feel mine was growing to.

He approached me, pressed his dead body against mine and started to kiss me with trench tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss ! It felt like nirvana ! impossible to resist. At this prison term I was quite drunk and his easy treatment of hugging and caressing my hammer with his paw inside my dungaree made my forbiddance for action in a world society be defeated."You 're severe and horny"he said,"so let 's go up ”. He took my script and led me up the stair to the dark room.

Up there he opened my blue jean, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in straw man of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his custody went off to my ass and started to diddle with my kettle of fish. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to feel fuck my my ass. Gosh it was nice having his back talk around my cock and at the same time finger 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 Arab men telling you one thing while having other intentions. These were only thoughts in my mind, but I could n't dissent since it felt too respectable. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with cryptic tongues.
Then he put the digit he had used in my ass into my mouth."You like the taste of your tight, bubble cigarette pickle in your back talk ?"he whispered and had me suck on them for a while before he pushed my read/write head down to his large phallus. I followed his every relocation and the orders he gave me, and it was pull in who was in rush.
He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick 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 second to catch one's breath in before he continued pressing it down as cryptical as he could. The gustatory modality of salty sperm mixed up with spittle filled my palate ; I had to accept some to keep up with his vivid and thick mouth fucking.
He ordered me to hook 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 arse. I had thought that we were alone in the dark elbow room.
Who was this third soul who now wanted to join in ? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to waitress for us ? Of track, they must have planned this from the start.

The freshman immediately took over my ass and started to penetrate it with his fingers. He seemed very mad and was quite vivid in his movements. I almost lost my balance, which was anyway not the best since I had a considerable total of alcoholic drink in my dead body. I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to grant it all a pause. The guy in front end of me noticed my waver and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger 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 stopcock into my anus. Although I was under the influence of the booze, the pain of the stocky cock ploughing its way into my tight ass seemingly without any lubricating substance made me feel completely sober again. Desperately my deal fought to get released but all in vain. `` Please wait ! '' I squeaked,"I need to ..."`` What is it ? Do n't you require to take on anymore ? '' one of the guys interrupted. `` Well, just let me get some lubricator and a safety from my pocket '' I said trying resolutely to sound becalm not to pay the notion I was trying to escape. `` No pauperization for that cutie ; I like fucking pissed piece of ass like yours without prophylactic or lube. It feels much more natural and so a lot cockeyed and nicer, do n't you reckon ? '' `` But, I just ... '' He silenced me quickly by pulling my psyche back by a stabilize handgrip around my pilus with one hand and putting the other over my back talk.
An extremely vivid and very rough shag followed. My ass was almost to explode and I could experience every column inch of his big pecker as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would move around inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric electrical shock through my intact dead body ; the pain came out on the other English through my rima oris groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up.

After some time my anus got more than and Sir Thomas More numb and the annoyance started to go away. It became less tense, almost like it had given up and just let itself completely open to attend to his tool 's violent and rough enjoyment.
The guy behind me moaned louder and louder as if he was to come. Suddenly a warm up ace spread inside my body as he fired his big freight deep up my ass.

He withdrew and got up in social movement of me ordering me to suck and puzzle out his cock clean of the warm juice. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop of it, as I did n't make bold to spit anything out. `` Good boy ! You seem to relish that tasty sperm '' he said. `` Now, lie down on the storey !"his champion commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor.
He got on top and guided his penis to my hole. He pushed into me ; I felt the question 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 fuck this cutie even harder. He seems to like it ! '' They both put up a laugh of joy and excitation. He fucked me concentrated and faster."I could see how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. I'll give you the fuck of your life sentence and use you for my own joy like the small fuck-doll you are ”. Her kissed me on the stoppage and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking ; I felt the entire weight of his sinewy body as he pumped my ass with his monumental putz like a machine spinning out of control.
`` This is so fucking great. I love your tight ass baby. ''

By now the penetration went more swimmingly because of the generous loud that his friends had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect innate lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough in fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend 's turgid cock fucking me so violently. The initial unbarable pain had vanished and been replaced by another flavor. Despite the wedge situation I could n't actually help starting to savour it. Yes, I found myself somewhat enjoying it. No, in all honesty I found myself suddenly and surprisingly loving it ! Having this good-looking, Lester Willis Young sexy Arab stallion working my ass turned me on like nil I 'd ever experienced. I was his fiddling white toy ; I could really feel how much he also loved it - loved the fact that I was there for him to enjoy fully. Everything just felt so perfectly right, 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 explode as he shot a stream of warm juice inside of me. He kissed me a finale time on the cheek. 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 strong and swollen with the juice of the two Guy dripping out. A grinning cattle ranch over my face.
I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the moody room and the baseball club.

On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in and ordered a sandwich and an orange tree juice in the bar.
As I sat down at one of the table a bit away from the bar a blackened young guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. `` Sure '' I said. We were there just with our small towels around our shank. He had a perfective tense body and he noticed my centre screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick wall hanging in the open. My eyes couldn't helper staring at it.

`` I saw you in the dark way '' he said. `` What ? '' `` Yes, with the two guys. I was hiding in a box with a champion when you came in. It was quite a rough fuck, was n't it ? '' His actor's line took me by surprisal 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 have a good clock time and delight themselves. But you seemed to enjoy it yourself in the end. '' `` Well… yes form of '' I admitted. `` You 're very precious '' he said. `` The fact that you 've come to this sauna and did n't go straight house or to the law or anything must stand for that you 're not really done for today, I suppose. '' He smiled and stroked his hand over his big turncock that had started to climb.
'' I could apply you a courteous fourth dimension up in one of the cabins. Of trend with lube and prophylactic. '' He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his pecker 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 floors to an abandon cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. His gravid member was like a dream ; I felt it against me ; his fingers were already exploring my hole. There was no motive to warm up my ass really. At this moment I could take anything ! I could n't wait for him to enter me and make me all his ...


PS. I have always been strongly against any form of push or non-consensual sex and condemned it fiercely. Therefore this event has turned out very complicated and composite for me. I realise that if the guy rope had listened to my initial dissent and not given themselves the right to fully use me the way they did my strong experience would not get been as strong and so memorable. I 've since this happened tried to re-experience the situation by participating in role-plays and rape secret plan but zero can compare to the smell of the actual pot. Of row non-consensual sex should not imply unnecessary wildness, and these guys did not seek to have unnecessary hurt in any way. All they really wanted was to know the dump out of me and bask the real biz of being in full control over a little fuck toy to have not only the strong-arm pleasure ( the feeling of penetrating a tight butthole with no lubricant, as one of the guy rope said ) but also heighten the experience by being the dominant male who exerts his entire rightfield by nature - like a stallion, stag or dogshit who mounts a female person or another male out of natural instinct and without asking for permission. The background in this example also lends justification to their behaviour. I was the Brigham Young boy in a gay bar, dressed to draw in a way that featured my tight body and belch behind, and who strongly teased their instincts by signaling an interest in their torso and engaging with them ( this is different from a surprise coersion in the park ). To be the ride one and feel a muscly dead body contract you in possession for a short while is nothing shamefull. On the reverse, it makes you feel wanted and craved for. And that in itself is an exciting thing !