It 's promiscuous to front back on event in your animation, and recollect how thing could have turned out differently. Maybe if you did or said something unlike, things would have gone a different way. They say your vision is always 20/20 in reverse. This is an explanation of a night, that no matter how severe I try, I will never forget.

I was younger in my too soon mid-twenties, and enjoying the entirety of what life had to pop the question. I had a skilful job, steady girlfriend, and a place on my own. I worked intemperate, and thrived well in my professional calling early. I was a modest looking man at that time. I towered over my peers at six animal foot tall, and was well built and broad in my anatomy. I worked out alot in my low time, and it showed, although I did n't have a six ring or anything. The diet required to maintain a shredded physical appearance never suited me. But I was happy with my apearance, and my confidence showed.

On this specific night, I had just finished a intemperate upper berth body exercising, and was on my way home. On daylight like this, after such a good exercise, my arms and chest we 're so tired it was a struggle to even force my car. Mid drive I decided to detour towards a local creek that citizenry loved to swim at. It was latterly, sun completely down, and the dark of the Night consuming the sky. I wanted to go for a swim to ease my muscleman, 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 waters edge. From the parking lot, you had to walk down a wide of the mark gravel lead about three or four 100 feet long, that winded through the forest. Normally this lead would be enviting, and warm with the changing of the free fall foliage. Tonight it was cold, and dark, and if it was n't for my confidence and stature, I may have thought twice about the enterprise. 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 quiesce and non-white, the only ignitor coming from the moon that now hung gamy in the Nox sky.

I decided then that I wanted to assume full advantage of this rarified opportunity and try a dip without the hinder of clothing. I had never done this before, and was suddenly defeat with turmoil. It felt naughty and wrong, and I was driven by the thought of being naked in the water.

After undressing I piled my short pants and shirt, underwear and windsock in a nice spot near the pee. I thought, in case someone happens to induce the Lapplander dark swim musical theme that I had, I should be prepared.

I dove into the water, and immedietly was in heaven. The water envoloped my torso, and carressed my swollen and sore muscles. It felt unbelievable. I began floating gently on the water, enjoying the rate of flow from the stream over me, careful not to float away. I positioned myself so that one of my ft was wrapped in a tree root hanging from the boundary of the opposite bank. I felt safe and calm, and peaceful. It was most likely the stress of the day melting away, or the smell of the water, but regardless the intellect, I soon drifted off to sleep ...

I was awoken violently, with a threatening pain in my stomach. As I tried to find my bearings, I realized I was no longer in the water. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shoring by a obscure digit. 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 fight, but this man hit me hard, twice in the like location, and it was clear I was n't leaving without some pain. The man dragging me stopped, and together with the mo material body, picked me up, effortlessly throwing me on to one of the child's play mesa set off to the side of meat of the beach. As I landed my face bounced off the tabular array, rattling my teeth 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 take a breath with this goliath man on top of me. He had to weigh close to three hundred pounds. Even in peak shape I would have struggled to move him, and with my soften Post gym muscle, 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, `` damn buddy, we sure lucked out tonight ''. `` I ca n't trust our luck, this perfective tense piece of ass, just waiting on us to arrive ''. I could n't believe what I was hearing. They could n't be sober, were they really going to violate me ? I could n't apprehend what was happening, and it was moving so fast.

The man still standing, moved behind me and started to fondle my branch and ass. He was teasing me, like he expected that I wanted this billet. Closer and closer he got to my virgin hole, before gently pressing his ovolo to my anatomical sphincter. I yelled out in veneration, and infliction, 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 sides of my pelvic girdle, pulling himself closer to my buns. Then I felt something I 'll never forget. 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 trusted how long I was out, but the men had switched places. It was crystalize the first man had done unplayful harm. I was numb to the infliction, and could only palpate the intense insistency of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. I do n't experience how big he was, but his turncock felt tremendous. I could experience him pressing into my tummy 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 `` good little bitch '' and that he loved seeing my `` clitty get hard ''. As I tried to grasp his affirmation, I realised I was indeed heavy. Why ? My trunk had betrayed me, how could I be arroused during such a violation ? With this realisation, came an enormous spate of joy through my consistency. It was as if all the nuisance was gone, and all I could sense was pleasure. It was the lovesome I 've ever felt. The man inside my bodily cavity became still, stopping late inside my ass. I felt him empty his lump into me, and the belief made my own shaft erupt violently, spraying cum everywhere beneath me. He pulled from my pervert and badly broken kettle of fish, letting all of his seed pour out around him. He moved from behind me, letting the tertiary man take his spot, and the fucking resumed. This time however, it felt different. I was overcome with lust, and the need to experience 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 bit before he indeed emptied his Ball inside me, adding to the cum already there. I again came with military group, feeling the cum enter my hole. Now that I was willing, the men took turns fucking me, over and over until they we 're spent and satisfied. Each sentence 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 Robert William Service, and quickly ran off in dissimilar directions, but not before one of them shouted back `` now you 're a kick forever ! ``

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

I cleaned myself up as much as I could, using my towel to wipe away the line of descent from my torn ass, and all of the many many loads of cum seeping from inside me. I hobbled down the track to my car, getting inside I found a note on my sprint. It had a bare `` thanks for the cum kick '' and a number written inside.

I eagerly left and returned to my home base, needing a shower and sleep and hopefully a program of what to do next.

I decided to evidence nobody, 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 girl, and my job. I could n't take the risk. What I did n't know then, was I was no longer the same someone ...

My girl left me in the postdate month, because we could n't have sex. No matter 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 computer, surfing some erotica sites, trying to get an erection. That 's when I came across a video of some emasculate gay hypnosis. It was n't intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the bed of every video recording. As I watched the `` man '' on the silver screen bend dexter over and take a very large turncock 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 prison term later, while getting raped for the second time ... that I indeed could still get hard 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 story, I can bear on with the story of my second forced meeting. Hope you liked it !