Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 11:34:09 -0400
From: Peyton Fuller <jp.fuller@mindspring.com>
Subject: MALE RAPE

Althought I guess you would officialy say this is a rape story of a
straight man by a gay man, I think of it more as a "black comedy" or
"seduction" story.  Hope you like it.  I am the author and this is an
original story.  NCJAY


MALE RAPE


I'm a 30-year-old straight guy with a face, body and cock that most women
found irresistible.  I could get just about any woman I wanted to spend the
night with me and all of them seemed to really enjoy the ministrations of
my cock.  I was born here in NYC, went to Columbia and have lived and
worked here my entire life.  I have a pretty good job and a fairly nice
apartment although it is old and has an outside fire escape that you got to
by climbing out of the bed room window onto a small balcony and then onto
the escape.  If I kept the air conditioning on and the bedroom window
locked, no one could get in; however, many nights in the spring and fall
the temperature drops at night to the point that I like to sleep in the
nude with the window open.  Well, that proved to be my undoing!

I was sound asleep one night (it must have been about 2am) when I felt this
body on top of me and a handkerchief that smelled of ether pressed against
my nose.  I started to say: "What the fuck is going on...." But I was out
like a light before I could get that all out.  I awoke in a few minutes
however; (It must have been a Very light dose). To find myself on my
stomach with both my arms and legs spread-eagled out from my body and all
four limbs cufflink to the bedposts.

At this point, I did say: "What the fuck is going on?"  Who are you and
what the fuck do you want?"

Out of the total darkness (the blinds had been drawn and I couldn't see a
damn thing) a deep male voice chuckled and said: "Oh no, my friend, you've
got it backwards - you're not going to fuck me - I'm going to fuck you!"  I
said: "Like hell you are - no one has ever fucked me and I don't intend to
let you be the first!"  I felt a gloved hand moving up and down by back,
massaging my ass cheeks and starting to tickle my ass hole.  Again there
was a chuckle and the deep voice sad: "This is better than I ever hoped
for!  Not only do I get to fuck a beautiful ass, I get your virgin cherry
too!"

He went on to say that we could two this one of two ways.  If I resisted
him or tried to cry out, he could either stuff my mouth with a couple of
handkerchiefs or use more ether to knock me out completely.  If I wanted
that option he assured me that his big cock would give me the hardest and
roughest fuck that he could manage and that I would be so sore I wouldn't
be able to sit down for a week.  On the other hand, if I cooperated and
really got into it, he would lube up my ass, coat his condom with lube and
be as gentle as he could.  He pointed out that he was wearing a condom, not
only for my protection, but to be sure that the only DNA he left behind was
my own.  I asked him how he could be so sure that I would come unless he
jacked me off.  He laughed and said that he had a very talented cock and
that everyone he fucked always came!

I sighed and said: "I'm no fool, if I'm going to be fucked I want to do it
the easy way.  I won't cry out and I will cooperate as much as I can."  He
said: "Good man!" and proceed to start to lube up my ass.  I could hear him
lubricating his cock as well and then I felt a gentle pressure on my
asshole.  The pressure slowly built up and suddenly his cockhead was inside
my fuck chute.  Both of us groaned.  He said: "Man, do you have a tight ass
hole - this is going to be great for both of us!"  I said, "Maybe you but
not for me!"  He laughed and said that by the time he was through I would
be begging him to come back for seconds!

He inserted his huge cock an inch at a time - giving me time for my fuck
chute to adjust itself to his cock's bulk.  Eventually he must have had 8
or 9 inches of hard cock up my tight ass and then he started a slow long in
and out stroke that pretty soon was driving me wild as sensation after
sensation streamed up my body.  I never knew that being fucked this way
could be as pleasurable to the guy being fucked!  I wondered if the women I
had fucked had had similar sensations as my cock had plowed their cunts?
He could sense that I was really enjoying his fucking and said: "That's
right, man, lust relax and enjoy it - you should cum in just a minute or
two."  Sure enough, within a minute I could feel my balls draw up and
without either of us touching my cock, it began to shoot wave after wave of
cum.  Soon I was lying in a pool of my own cum and he said: "That's right,
man, I knew I could bring you off, but hold on, the best is yet to come!"
He then picked up his stroke and really began to pump his cock into me -
faster and faster, harder and harder.  Suddenly he jammed his cock in full
length, froze in position, held on to me as if I were a life preserver and
began to pump blast after blast of his own cum into his condom while wave
after wave of pleasure shot up my body too!

I asked him: "Before you go, at least tell me if I know you, do you know
me, or was this whole episode just a casual "driveway" fuck?"  He said:
"Oh, I know you, but you don't know me.  I could be the guy that sits
across from you on the subway, the mailboy who brings you your mail, one of
your office workers, one of the cleaning staff - anyone!"  I had to agree
he was right.  What did I really know about him?  I knew he was about my
height and weight.  I knew he had a fantastic cock that I had enjoyed more
than I would ever admit, but that was about it.  I had absolutely no idea
what he looked liked or even what race he was.  He could have been white,
black, Indian, Oriental or alien and I wouldn't have known.  His voice had
no betraying accent and even if I heard it again, how could I prove it was
the guy who had raped me?  I had no recording of his voice and it would
just be his work against mine plus the fact that I would have to
acknowledge that I had been raped by a man!  Damn!  He really had me locked
in.

With a final groan, he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, carefully put
the dripping condom in a bag he had brought with him, wet a wash cloth he
had also brought with him in my bathroom, carefully cleaned his cock off,
put the wet cloth in the bag and began to get dressed.  I asked, "Hey, Man,
I did just want you wanted me to do - you're not going to leave me
handcuffed this way are you?"  He said, "No, of course not!  The cuffs have
to go with me in that it was possible they could be traced but, don't
worry, I'll just give you a little more ether - you'll fall back to sleep
and when you wake up, I'll be long gone along with every trace of me!"

I soon smelled the ether held to my nose and was unconscious almost at
once. When I woke up and turned on the lights, the room was empty except
for me.  Nothing was changed except that I was lying in a big pool of my
own cum.  The window was open and a gentle breeze blew in.  I locked the
window, changed the sheets, washed myself off and went back to bed.  When I
woke up the next morning, I wondered if it had all been a dream.  Then I
realized that my ass felt "strange" and I soon realized that it felt
"empty" and missed being stuffed with his big cock!

Each day I carefully check out each guy that seems to be paying more than
normal attention to me and ask myself, are you the one?  I can't explain
this, but I have taken to leaving the bedroom window half way open even
when the air condition is going, and I wonder when and if I will ever again
be awaked with the smell of ether at my nose and a deep male voice telling
me to relax. I also wonder how I can let him know that he doesn't need the
ether or the hand cuffs anymore!