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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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By Friday I was absolutely exhausted. The week had been a strain, trying to appear to the world as though I was ok, but still having the emotional turmoil inside. My self confidence and belief had left me.
Saturday I woke up and made myself scarce, going out of the house early to avoid speaking to my wife. I didn’t really know where to go, so ended up on a beach that I knew had a nudist section. I was rather uncomfortable sat in my shorts, on my shirt, trying for all the world not to look like a gawper! I was hoping to see some action, but nothing to report.
The day dragged, and early evening saw me in the pub, waiting for my designated time to collect that bottle. Eventually I set off and arrived too early at the spot and sat on a bench a little way off. The last of the summer daylight disappeared and my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom.
I moved across to the bench and sat down. I didn’t wait long until I heard footsteps and the bottle was placed on the table.
‘Hi’ she said. ‘I’ve got a couple of friends joining us in a little. That’s ok isn’t it?’
‘Of course’. My heart raced.
Footsteps and whispered voices followed and a large lady with two guys , one tall and broad, the other small and effeminate sat down. They weren’t introduced, but everyone started chatting nervously.
‘Why did you come back?’ the lady said.
Trying not to let my nerves out, I stuttered ‘Just for the bottle’
‘Well, there it is’ she said. I didn’t touch it. ‘So you’re staying then?’
‘If that’s ok?’
The large lady laughed, leant over and kissed me full on the lips. My cock rose to the occasion and input my hand up to feel her large, unrestrained boob. Her nipple hardened. I felt a hand on my leg, which quickly found its way to my erect cock and a finger started to run over my glans. People started to touch each other, but it seemed as though I was the new toy and everyone wanted to touch me. My nerves started to disappear and I was enjoying myself.
The large lady run her hand up my shirt and started to play with my nipples. I sighed and took my shirt off. She moved to my belt and soon I was free of my shorts and pants. I was the only one naked, but various other garments had started to be discarded. I was manoeuvred onto the bench and pushed back. The small man started to run his hands over my cock and soon put his mouth round it, expertly sucking me.
I’d never considered myself gay, but I don’t complain. The large woman had clambered onto the bench and lowered her self onto me. I became aware that my cock was being passed between two hungry mouths.
The lady ground her pussy into my face. I could smell the mushiness and taste. She was groaning loudly. I gripped her thighs and pushed my tongue into her. I felt like the cat that had got the cream.
I felt a cold substance applied to my cock and then some manoeuvring. The tip seemed to be introduced to someone and then they took me all the way in. I gasped at the suddenness and felt them grind onto me. I was in someone and I didn’t care who it was.
The lady shuddered, moaned and ground even harder onto my mouth. I could hear nothing because of her thighs, but felt this gushing coming into my mouth and spilling over. Fucking hell. I struggled to breathe and she flipped forward lifting the pressure from me. I gasped.
The small man on my cock picked up his pace. Every stroke he took to the very tip, before plunging down on my. I erupted violently into him.
I was spent. I slipped off the bench and sat on the floor. I didn’t know what had hit me.
I was helped to my feet by the slim lady and the larger guy. ‘You ok?’
I nodded.
‘Martin would like some fun’
‘I’m not gay’ I muttered. The truth was, I didn’t know who I was anymore, let alone my sexuality.
The lady was reassuring. ‘Try. You never know until you try’
I felt I owed them, and nodded. I was pushed onto the bench and Paula, the larger lady, came round to the front and gently held my hands, looking into my face.
I felt a finger touching my arse, then probing, followed by entering. A cold lube was applied. I found it uncomfortable and I clenched. The finger was replaced by a cock at the entrance. It slowly nudged in and then with a final, dominating push, he filled me. I gasped loudly. I didn’t like the feeling, but I was pinned. I couldn’t move.
He was grunting with exertion and I could feel my eyes starting to prick with tears. Paula moved her hand to my face and felt a tear.
‘Whoa! Stop. Stop. Martin, fucking stop.’ It was too late and Martin, with one final heave came in me heavily. He quickly subsided and I rolled to the floor once more. What the hell had happened? Something fundamental had changed. I’d been fucked and it wasn’t something I’d wanted, but I also hadn’t said anything.
The night closed in on me. I felt Paula’s arm round me and she pulled me to her chest. The whole week came upon me and I cried. I cried from my very soul. All the pain, all the rejection, all the longing tumbled out in long, dejected sobs.
Martin came and crouched in front of me. ‘I am so, so sorry. I thought you were ok. You didn’t say’. I cried some more and with these sons the story of my week tumbled out, along with so many long buried emotions and hurts.
The truth was, I was happy to go along with it at the start. I’d just found out that receiving anal sex wasn’t for me. I had however released so many pent up emotions.
Paula and Wendy helped me up. Wendy looked at me and asked if we could open the bottle. I nodded and it was quickly passed round. We all sat round the bench, Martin looking decidedly dejected and worried. I felt for him. I held his hand. ‘It’s ok’ and passed him the bottle.
I felt his cum start to leak. A horrible feeling, but I laughed. They all looked at me.
‘I’ve got cum leaking out of me. It’s fucking gross!’ Martin looked embarrassed.
Toby chimed in with ‘Me too. You cum loads!’ My turn to blush.
‘Lucky bastards’ said Paula. ‘Any chance you can magic up another load for me?’ ‘I’ll try!’ I said with a wry smile.
‘See you both next week?’ Wendy said as Paula and I were left alone. I felt like I’d been accepted into a small friendship group. |
That’s really sad 
