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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