Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 11:08:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Started At The Video Booth - Part 4

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We drove for about 20 minutes into the burbs. Me and my new buddy who still
didn't have a fuckin name although his dick had an intimate knowledge of
the inside of my asshole.  Didn't say anything on the ride.  Just listened
to his playlist of mostly old hard core rock (Metallica, Guns n Roses,
etc).  We got off the highway and ended up at a county park.  Never had
been there before but I knew it was a popular place for cross country
skiing in the winter cuz of it's vast acres and rolling hills.  Popular in
summer too but it was the middle of the night so no one there now.  `Cept
us.  We drove like a half mile into the park and he pulled over.  "Get out
and leave your clothes here."  WTF!  I was just like "Uh...no.  Not gonna
happen bro."  "Leave them here...or I leave you here."  After a couple
minutes of squirming I went along with it. I figured if he was gonna chop
me into little pieces he wouldn't have fucked me first!  So I got out of
the car, walked over to the edge of the woods, and started to strip.  "Come
on I don't got all night."  I tossed my clothes in the woods and ran back
to the car and dove in.  My buddy looked me over, smiled and nodded.  "Good
job Sport."  And we drove off.  I had been naked in cars before.  Sometimes
I stripped down on a long road trip just for the thrill of it. But I always
had my pants around my ankles where I could pull em up easy.  This was WAY
different.  With each passing second I was further and further from my
clothes.  All I had was my sneakers. It was a scary and thrilling all at
the same time.  We drove another couple miles into the park when he pulled
in a parking lot and told me to get out of the car and follow him.  We
walked down a narrow footpath about a hundred yards till we got to a
clearing.  All that was there was an old picnic table.  With a man sitting
on it.  The skinhead.  "About bloddy time."  He had a brit accent that
surprised me.  "What are you complaining about," my vid buddy responded, "I
brought you warm ass-pussy."  They started out talking to each other about
pot.  Who had it, was it any good, etc.  Then they stopped, turned, and
looked at me.  They were fully clothed.  I was naked.  Very humbling
feeling.  Skinhead looked at me and said with a smirk, "Now where have I
seen you before.  Oh ya, you were just getting your ass drilled at the
stroke station. I almost didn't recognize you without a cock in your arse."
He turned me around to look at my ass.  "He smells like cum."  Vid buddy
said, "It's mine."  He looked at vid buddy and said, "Get him ready".  I
got led to the end of the picnic table and turned so my right side was
perpendicular to the edge of the picnic table.  Vid guy pushed my back down
(he was standing behind me) and lifted my right knee up. Almost lost my
balance and fell with that surprise maneuver.  Then he lifted my right leg
up so my right knee was actually bent, and he put my right knee on the top
of the picnic table.  I was standing on 1 leg with my knee resting on the
picnic table. Didn't understand the value in that, till a second later when
vid buddy shoved a finger in my hole.  Deep. "There ya go, now we got nice,
easy, unobstructed access to what you got."  I think the thing that amazed
me about this new kinda sex I stumbled on was that when your ass is being
stimulated, no matter how hard you want to object, you can't.  It's like
when someone's controlling your asshole they got control of all of you.  At
least that's the way it was feeling to me. A minute later I looked up and
there was skinhead standing right in front of me. Naked. He probably had an
average size dick but it looked big (almost obscene) without any hair on
it. He shoved it in my mouth and I sucked for less than a minute. He pulled
out and shoved it back in but this time he grabbed my ears and fucked my
face. Only lasted probably 15 seconds when he pulled out, gave me a pretty
firm slap across the face, and said, "Bloody Americans don't know how to
suck."  He walked behind me to where vid bud was standing, both of them now
around my open ass.  I heard skinhead say to vid bud, "Got a hood for me?
Good.  Get it and put it on me."  A couple minutes later skinhead said to
vid bud, "Now lube me" and I'm pretty sure I heard sucking.  Apparently
brit guy was in charge now.  Whatever, I clearly wasn't.  When skinhead
entered me I realized I didn't have much to grab onto to brace myself.  Not
good, considering skinhead didn't believe in wasting time turning up the
throttle.  I grabbed on the picnic table as best I could but this fucker
was hammering me.  I heard him grunt, "Its fun doing to an American what
America does to the rest of the world every fucking day."  He kept telling
me to shut up and not make so much noise.  He'd grab me by the back of the
head, grabbing a full fist of hair and say "you like that pretty boy?  You
like that?". Then I heard him say to vid bud, "we're gonna have to fuck up
pretty boy's looks.  Call Mike and tell him we got a customer for him."  I
was getting fucked hard and my leg was wobbly. Then vid bud was standing in
front of me and brit said to him "shut him up."  Vid bud pulled his cock
out through his zipper and fed it to me. I didn't even really suck him. It
was like I was relying on the dick in my ass and the one in my mouth to
keep from falling.  The whole time skinhead kept saying, "you like that
pretty boy?".  I felt a hand reaching down between my legs and squeezing my
rod.  It was vid bud.  He started laughing and said to skinhead, "ya, he
definitely likes it."  A few minutes later vid bud said, "got a text from
Mike.  He's there now."  "Well then let's not keep the bloke waiting."
Minutes later I felt cum dribbling down from my hole down my leg.  I was
exhausted.  I got carried back to the car like a baby and tossed in the
back seat. Still naked and no idea where the car was heading.