Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2003 15:20:41 +0000 (GMT)
From: Rup Mo <rupe566@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Weekend Gang-Bang

 Ever since I had my first gay experience at 16, I had been fantasising
with every increasing urges for something that would satisfy my craving for
sex. At 16 I had been hitchhiking home from a party in London, and was
picked up by two men, who had taken me to a deserted warehouse on the
outskirts of London and had forced me to go down on them. To this day I can
still remember the taste of their cum in my mouth as I knelt in front of
them and let them fuck my mouth in turn. Although I had had no choice in
the matter, I know that I put up very little resistance.

Since then I had been happily married, and had been able to resist my
instincts to try gay sex once more. But recently the urges had become too
strong to resist, and I yearned to feel another man's cock in my mouth and
to taste their cum. More than that, I wanted to be forced to perform, as I
had been forced to give head so many years ago. Now at 35 I was still in
great shape, slim and I think good looking. But how to go about it ! One
night, by mistake, I came up against a web site which listed bizarre sexual
games for adults. I looked further, and in the personals I came across the
email I had been searching for.

"Try out your gay fantasies... For real..." An email address asked the
reader to write his hidden erotic fantasies, and then if it was within
their bounds the writer would make it come true, for a modest fee. In
trepidation at first, and then with increasing confidence, I wrote my
innermost fantasies and sent them off, hardly thinking I would get a
reply. But a reply came a few days later. For $250, my fantasies would be
fulfilled in full. But once I had started on it, there would be no going
back, and if I wanted to end it there, I could.

For days I agonised as my good and bad self battled for supremacy. Evil
won, and I sent off a cheque for $250 dollars, and awaited instructions.
They came by return! I was to drive to a remote farm in North Wales one
weekend in June. The big day finally came, and having made a work excuse to
my family, I set off for the 3 hour drive to North Wales. It took me some
time to find the farm which was totally isolated up a long winding road
through forests and fields. The weather was clear and warm, and promised a
hot weekend. As I got closer to the house, a sense of forboding flooded
over me. At one point I stopped the car, and lit a cigarette to calm my
nerves. What was I doing? My fantasies came back in a flood, and I felt my
cock hardening at the thoughts once more. The feeling became more and more
intense, and I knew then there was no turning back. Aside from the money, I
wanted to experience something that was outside of reality.

Several cars were parked around the barns of the rambling farm, but as I
drew up outside the front door, it opened, as though I was fully expected,
and a large bearded man came up to the car. He looked at me unsmilingly,
and my heart seemed to almost stop. Come in Jay, he said, and without
further words led me into the dark and cold hall of the farmhouse.

I was wearing a tracksuit and gym shoes, and as instructed, nothing else.
Moreover, as further instructed, I had that morning in the shower, shaved
under my arms, all over my legs, my chest and my pubic region. I was smooth
and hairless, but right at that moment I did not feel very erotic!

The man turned to me, and said quite gently. "Last chance to back out if
you want Jay?". I shook my head lightly, and accepted the cocktail that was
proffered. I knew it contained a drug that would take away all my
inhibitions, and probably change my life for ever. I looked at it for
several seconds. Then without looking at the man I drank it in one go and
handed him back the empty glass. He smiled.

"Take off your clothes and leave them there." He indicated a cupboard below
the stairs. I turned my back, as though for some kind of senseless privacy,
and slipped off my shoes and then my pants and shirt. I stood shivering
naked in the hall and waited. My cock was limp and my heart was pounding. A
lightness seemed to come over me, and the voices seemed to become distant.

The man stepped close to me, and told me to close my eyes. As soon as I
did, I swayed, and he held me by my arms, or perhaps it was another man, as
other voices now seemed to be talking in strange tongues, Welsh I presumed.
A strip of plaster was placed on both my eyes, and I was now completely
blind. Someone fastened a strap around my wrists and another around my
neck. My wrists were fasted together behind my back, and my penis that I
had been protecting was now visible to everyone. I could feel it hardening.

"OK, just walk where you are led." And without ado, I was led outside, and
back into the sunshine. My feet touched grass and then stone as we entered
what must have been a barn.

"Kneel". The words were firm, and I was pushed quite hard onto my knees. I
waited, wondering what would happen next. There was laughter and the sound
of clothing being removed. My throat was dry, but the drugs had removed all
possible option of backing out. I was totally subservient to their wishes.
Someone was in front of me. I smelt a rancid smell of urine or something,
and then I felt a hand on the back of my head, and the smooth skin of a
penis touched my lips. I opened my lips and the man, pulled my head towards
his groin, and in one move I swallowed his cock and my nose was buried in
his thick wiry pubic hair. His cock was against the back of my throat, and
his balls rested on my chin. Then with two hands on my head he started to
fuck my mouth. At first gently then with increasing pressure and speed. His
cock smashed against my throat, as he mounted me like a dog mounts a bitch.
He started to mutter and moan and his cock became a frantic battering ram
of muscle and tissue and then it started to swell until my lips were
completely extended, and with a roar, he slammed my head into his groin,
and drove his penis as far and as hard down my throat as he could before
exploding down my throat. The cum literally spurted out of him and into my
belly as he held my head against him giving the occasional thrust until he
was sure that he had completely emptied his sack into my mouth.

Finally he withdrew and I was able to draw breath. But not for long.
Another man took his place and the whole process was repeated, and repeated
and repeated. For how many hours I remained kneeling and sucking, I have no
idea. In my letter I had said that I wanted to be forced to give head to a
group of men, but I had thought this might mean three or perhaps four. By
the time I had lost count, I must have sucked at least 9 men, and then cum
was streaming down my chin, as I seemed unable to continue to swallow.

Sore and tired, I was at last led back to the house, and placed on a couch
of some sort, as my eyes were still plastered closed. I lay on my front,
almost unconscious, partly from the drug, partly from the mouth fucking. I
think I was moaning quietly, but the next thing I felt was the cheeks of my
bottom being parted, and some gooey cream being applied. I struggled at
this, as this was not in my fantasy, but I was too far gone, and the effort
to stay upright when your hands are secured behind your back, was too
hard. The first cock to fuck me hurt, but for most the time I think I was
unconscious. All I know was that when I next came to, I was lying in a
large bed with two men. My eyes were still stuck shut, but now I was
untied. As I moved, one of the men started to grope me, he stank of beer,
and he pulled my limp cock, and then inserted a thick finger in my arse. I
struggled a bit, but he laughed, and kissed me deeply on the mouth, his
tongue going deep into my throat. I tried to push him off, but the other
man held me down, as the first man, pulled my legs apart and over my head,
and kneeling between my thighs, inserted his thick cock, and started to
bang into me with all his strength. My legs hurt like crazy as they were
forced over his shoulders, but then they slipped down his side, and he was
fucking me like I was a woman. My hands grasped his back, as his mouth once
more covered mine, and he continued to pump hard into my arse. My hands
were on his buttocks, trying to calm the pounding, but he was so much
bigger than me, that I finally just lay supine and let him finish. He
finally thrust deep, and with his mouth locked onto mine and his tongue
deep in my throat, I felt him cum inside me. With that he rolled off me,
gave my cock another tug and left the way for his friend.

This one wanted my mouth again, and once more I felt the turgid flesh of
another man invade my mouth as he knelt over my chest and fucked my mouth.
He was big and his penis forced a passage into my throat. I was screaming
and needing to gag, but it was impossible with 8 inches of hard penis and
the full weight of a man pressing down on your head. At last I felt the now
familiar twitching and the swelling of flesh followed by the salty taste of
pre cum seeping from him, and the final thrusts as he released his semen
into the back of my mouth and throat. He withdrew before he was finished
and with his hand slowly wanked over my face, his semen spitting creamy
traces over my cheeks and into my hair.

And so it went on. For a whole weekend I was fucked in the mouth and the
arse, in bed, in the barn, on the lawn, in the kitchen. How many times I
could not say, but it was relentless and unstoppable. It was only 48 hours
later, that my eyes were finally opened, and then the only person left was
the bearded man who had welcomed me two days before. He let me take a
shower, and then painfully I dressed and made to leave. He said nothing,
and I asked nothing. I just got in my car and retraced my steps. It was
still a glorious day.

Was it worth it? I think it was. It has cured my urges and I have no desire
to repeat the experience.