All participants are over 18. This story takes place in 1989.
*****
Over a week had passed since I made the life-changing choice to step into a car with strangers.
How was I to know then on that late, rainy night that I would be seduced and taken between two men, a sandwich with me in the middle? How was I to know that my untouched prick could be made to come just from having a man in my mouth while another man fucked my ass? Who could have guessed that I wouldn't be able to get it up again for the two beautiful naked women also present, who had instructed me on how to take dick in my mouth and ass? Yet that's what happened.
When they were finished with me, they dropped me off at my apartment building, reeking of jism. In the wee hours of the morning, just one witness saw me slinking toward my apartment cum-covered and ashamed: Mr. Al Madani, the tenant of the apartment next door. He was in the hall, waiting to board the elevator I just exited. It was only about four a.m., but since he had a lunchbox in hand, I assume he was on his way to work. I passed him with put-on pride to hide my shame at wearing the cum of another man on my face and hair. I tried to walk with dignity, though this was hindered by the pain in my freshly-taken ass. Even without making direct eye contact, I felt Mr. Al Madani's eyes on me and the marks of my submission to Leonard a few minutes before. I made my way quickly to my apartment. It was a shaking hand that turned the key in the lock. I dared a look back down the hall. Mr. Al Madani was watching me from inside the open elevator; he must have pushed the "door open" button a couple of times for the doors to gape open for so long. I escaped into my apartment.
The very next night, I did something out of character. I went to a local club which was considered something of a meat market. I stayed only long enough to pick up Brandy, a cheating wife twice my age. She was blonde, had flabby arms and legs and a big ass. I took her home and fucked her twice. The night after that, I picked up Louise, a black woman with bad acne, and I had her twice. I wasn't normally the guy for one-night-stands, but I guess I was trying to disprove some of the cock-shrivelling talk of the girls who had witnessed my threesome with Leonard and Martin. They affirmed I was just hot for cock after my adventure with the two men. By sleeping with these women and enjoying the deed with them, I tried to prove to myself I was not gay.
But my conquests with women didn't prove that at all. It seemed to reinforce the possibility that I was bisexual.
Eight days after my gay encounter in the limousine, I was alone and sound asleep in my bed. It took me a few moments to wake up to the sound of a knock at my apartment door. I had worn boxers to bed. I grabbed my housecoat off the hook on the back of my bedroom door and went to check the door. I pressed an eye against the peephole.
It was Mr. Al Madani. I wondered what he could want at—I looked at the wall clock—three o'clock in the morning.
I opened the door for him, and to my surprise, this virtual stranger pressed his way past me into my apartment. I closed the door behind him as if to block the entrance of more intruders.
I turned to regard Mr. Al Madani, who was now in my living room. He was about six feet tall, a couple of inches taller than me. He was older than me; probably about thirty. He was broad-shouldered and looked fit. His skin was light brown, setting off his dark eyes. His well-groomed hair and beard were black. He had handsome features. I remember noticing that he had very large hands. As on the previous occasion I had seen him, he was holding a metal lunchbox.
"Mr. Al Madani, it's very early," I said. "Is there something I can help you with?"
His smile was charming, but it was also somewhat arrogant.
