Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 13:10:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: bi gay guy <bigay_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fund Raiser

Blah, blah blah.  You know, only read if it is legal for you to do so,
practice safe sex.  By now you all know the normal crap that goes here.

This is my first attempt at writing.  Let me know what you think.  This is
all a fantasy of mine.  How I wish it was true!


The Fund Raiser


	I was working in my office, at the factory, on Saturday.  The plant
was closed for the town's annual, midsummer fair.  This gave me time to get
caught up on some of my paperwork, without getting interrupted.

	It was about 2pm, and my paperwork was done.  I was just puttering
around at nothing important.  My cell phone rang, and when I answered it,
it was a former employee, Eric, who had left to attend an out of state
college.  I was glad to hear from the good looking stud, and asked how he
was doing.  He asked me to unlock the front door as he was in town and
wanted to talk to me.

	When I went out front, I was surprised to see him, and two other
former employees, Danny and Mike.  Danny had left and was now on the town's
police force.  Mike was a bit of a hellion, and had left when he got into
an argument with my production manager.  He was having trouble finding his
place in life.  They were all in their early to mid twenties.

	I invited the three studs in, and asked what was up.  Danny seemed
to act as spokesman, and told me, "The town is raising money to buy a new
fire truck, as you know.  You sent in a nice donation, from the company,
but now we are here to get your personal support."

	I laughed and said that they made a fearsome collection group, so I
guess I better pay up.  As I was getting my checkbook, Danny said, "No,
that is not what we have in mind.  We want to 'arrest' you, and then hold
you, until you can raise enough money to pay your 'fine'.  You do that by
calling someone, and then having them get in touch with whomever you want
them to, and raise donations, to equal your 'fine'."

	"As acting judge," Eric said, "I fine you $1,000.00.  You have to
stay in lockup until you raise that amount of money."

	I laughed, and said, "OK," and agreed to play along, as it was a
common way of raising money in the small towns surrounding me.  I also knew
that we desperately needed a new fire truck.

	I locked up the plant, set the alarm, and let Danny put me in
handcuffs.  He guided me into the back seat of the cruiser.  When we got to
the police station, he let me make my one phone call.  I called a good
friend and neighbor, told him of my predicament, and asked if he could talk
to our friends to raise the $1,000.00.  He told me that it was a lot of
money, and that he might have trouble raising it.  I knew that he was
harassing me, as he could easily have paid it, himself, and never miss it.
He said that he might have to leave me there for a few days, while he
raised the money.  I pretended to get hysterical, and begged him to get me
out of there.  I told him that I couldn't stand being in the "slammer" with
all the other "dangerous criminals."  He chuckled and said that he'd see
what he could do.

	Danny, Eric and Mike, led me down to the unused old wing of the
jail.  I thought this was rather strange.  When we got there, they led me
to the last cell.  Danny opened the cell door, led me in, took off the
handcuffs, and then told me to strip.

	"WHAT?" I sputtered.  This is NOT what I expected, nor did I think
that this was a normal part of the fund raiser.

	"We have to strip search you, to make sure you didn't bring in any
contraband," Danny explained.

	"I don't mind being part of the fund raising effort, but what you
are asking, is out of the question.  I am not going to strip," I explained.

	Eric surprised me by grabbing me from behind and pinning my arms
behind me.  Mike came over and told me that it had to be done, and if I
didn't do it myself, they would do it for me.  And they also informed me
that I could scream and holler all I wanted, because no one could hear me
in this section of the building.

	I argued, got mad (and if I have to admit it, got a bit afraid),
and tried to get loose from Eric's hold on me.  It was no match for a 55
year old, like me, to win against three hot, strapping young studs, in
their prime.  They soon ripped my shirt off, got my sneakers and socks off,
and my pants undone and opened.  I was frustrated, embarrassed, and more
than just a little turned on by their rough treatment.  I was afraid that
they would notice the serious growth activity going on in my groin area.  I
was still flailing around too much for them to notice, or get my pants off.

	They wrestled me to the ground, Eric jumped onto my chest, and
leaned over my head to hold my hands above my head.  Leaning over me like
that virtually put his crotch in my face.  I noticed that he, also, had
some bulging going on in his pants.  This turned me on even more.

	Meanwhile, Mike and Danny were fighting to get control of my wildly
kicking legs.  They did, and one of them sat on my legs, totally disabling
them.  I could not see who was doing what, but I felt hands at my waist,
working my pants and bikini shorts down.  They yanked them down, from under
my butt.  Then they pulled down the front, and my, by this time, raging
hardon bounced back up, slapping my belly.  I was now totally naked.

	I was mortified, but extremely turned on!

	"See," Mike yelled, "I told you he'd like it!"  All the while
pointing out my rock hard pecker.

	"I guess you're right," Danny commented, "he is gay!"

	"I am NOT!" I protested.

	"Bullshit," Mike explained.  "We've seen how you checked out all
the hot young guys, and touched us, or made body contact whenever you
thought you'd get away with it.  I've even seen you check out our crotches.
I bet you thought no one noticed!"

	I stuttered and fumbled, and tried to think of what to say.  I
could only think to deny his accusations, which I did.

	All three of them laughed as Danny grabbed my hardon and said,
"This tells a different story.  How do you explain this?"

	I couldn't think of anything to say.  After a moment, I thought I
would appeal to their good nature.  "Hey, guys, how about if you just let
me up, I get dressed, and we forget that this ever happened.  You don't
have to worry, I won't tell anyone!"

	"No way, Mr. C., we are going to find out how good of a faggot you
really are," Mike said.  It seemed that Mike was the ring leader here.  "I
haven't gotten laid in a while, and I want to feel your mouth around my
cock, and then I plan on fucking that ass of yours!"

	Eric and Danny both agreed that they would like to sample my
talents, as well.

	Mike said, "We are going to let you up.  You better not try
anything, as we have already proved that you can't take all three of us at
once.  You may be young looking, and in very good shape, but we are still
young, and in condition.

	"Now, come over here and get on your knees.  Good, now take my cock
out, and start sucking on it."

	I felt I had no choice.  But, I still hesitated.  I had worked real
hard to keep my sexuality private.  I never picked up any guys, anywhere
near here.  When the internet porn sites and NIFTY's stories were not
enough, I drove the 45 minutes to the county seat.  That is where I did my
cruising for action.  Usually, I ended up with someone.  If he was really
hot, and willing, I would get a hotel room for the night, and have a good
old suck and fuck fest.  If not, I just hung around until I gave a few blow
jobs (one of my favorite things to do), and then head home.

	Those were my only chances I had to satisfy my craving for cock.
But, there I was, naked, on my knees, with three hot young guys waiting to
use my body.  THERE!  In my own home town!  That was breaking a cardinal
rule of mine.  If word ever got out, the homophobic assholes in that hick
town would ruin my life, as it was, and probably even try to run me out of
town.

	Mike was getting impatient, grabbed my hair, and forced my face
into his crotch.  "Come on, cocksucker, get to work!  You always yelled at
me, when I wasn't working fast enough for you, well, NOW, you are working
for ME!  Now get that cock out, and start sucking!"

	He was really pulling hard on my hair, and it hurt like hell.  I
decided that I had no choice, so I might as well do what he wanted.
Besides, his male smells were really getting to me.  "How HOT he smells," I
thought, "but no hard on ... yet!"

	He must have sensed my resignation, because he let go of my hair.
I unzipped his pants.  He was wearing a pair of fancy print boxers.  I hate
boxers!  But, at least it made it easy to reach in and pull out his cock.
I finally got to see it!  I had fanaticized, and jerked off over him, many
times.  He was totally flaccid.  That was ok.  I kind of liked nursing a
limp piece of meat to its full glory.  I loved the feeling of it growing in
my mouth.  He was uncut, and smelled slightly of sweat and piss, but still
relatively clean.  It was easy to tell that he had good hygienic habits.

	I sucked him in, and worked his limp member around in my mouth.  I
pulled him out, and started to nibble on his foreskin.  I shucked back his
foreskin and worked on his head, rolling it around in my mouth, tickling
his piss slit with my tongue.  I loved having a cock in my mouth, again.

	I reached up with my other hand, and started to play with his hefty
balls, while still in his damn boxers.  I was getting the desired reaction.
He was moaning and talking to his buddies, "Man, this guy has a hot mouth!
Wait till this cocksucker starts working on your cocks .. .. .. OHHHH GOD!
That feels good!  Suck on my balls, faggot."

	I took my mouth off his, now hard, 8" cock, and pulled his balls
out through the slit in his boxers.  I sucked one, and then the other ball
into my mouth.  It was hard, getting the two in, but it felt great.  I
loved the feeling of my mouth full of balls and their taste.  I held them
tight with my lips, and pulled my head back.  He let out a long moan.  I
cupped each cheek of his ass with my hands.  I caressed his ass mounds
while I pushed my face into his groin.  My nose was in his pubes, beside
his cock.  I loved the smell!

	He told me to get back to sucking his cock.  I had minor trouble
working his 8 inches down into my throat, where I started humming.  While
doing that, I took my left hand off his ass, went under his shirt, up his
hairy belly, into the forest of his chest, and found his right tit.  I
tweaked his nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  I then gave the same
treatment to his left nipple.  I kept working his nipples with my left
hand, his ass cheeks with my right hand, and his rock solid pole with my
mouth, tongue, and throat.  I didn't realize how much I was giving away by
my obvious experience and technique.

	I continued to work on him for what seemed like hours, but in
reality it was probably only about 10 or 15 minutes.  I had him deep in my
throat, my nose buried in his pubic mound, and I could feel his balls,
tight against his cock and my lower lip.  I moved my head, side to side, as
I pulled back, my tongue lashing the underside of his tool.  I held just
the head in my mouth, with my lips holding back his foreskin, and twisting
my head back and forth, pivoting on his lance, while my tongue attacked and
pried into his cum slot.

	I went back down onto him, ramming his hot cock all the way into my
throat, and massaged it with my throat muscles.  That brought him over the
edge, as he screamed in ecstasy, and started to unload his cum directly
towards my stomach.  I quickly pulled back so that I could taste his load.
How I love the taste of fresh semen, directly from the spicket!  I had to
swallow several times to keep up with his massive load of cum.  After he
finished spewing, I continued to suck every drop from his tube.  He seemed
to enjoy the wild feelings on his super sensitive head, as he staggered,
moaned, groaned and whimpered.  I continued until he started to deflate,
and I got every miniscule drop of his seed.

	He finally pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face.  He seemed
to regain his cocky attitude, as he told me, "That was the best blow job I
have ever had.  I hope you liked it, because you are going to be tasting a
LOT of my cum from now on!"  He then started to berate me, calling me
"faggot," "cocksucker," "dick licker," and any other term he thought was
degrading.  He didn't know that none of them bothered me.  I liked being
treated like that.  Besides, I AM a faggot.  I AM a cocksucker, and a dick
and ass licker too!  I am also a lot of other things, which he hadn't yet
discovered!

	"Wait a minute," I thought, as my mind started to realize the
situation I was in. "Did he say that I was going to be tasting a LOT of
him, from now on?  I can't let this happen again, regardless of how much I
enjoyed it.  I have to straighten him out about THAT!"

End chapter 1.

Should I continue?  Remember, I have not dealt with Eric or Danny yet, or
even MYSELF.  Let me know if I should go on.  bigay_guy@yahoo.com