Editor's note: this work contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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I have a story I've been wanting to tell for a long time. It's something that happened to me many years ago and I've kept it to myself all this time. I need to get it off my chest. The story is based in reality but I have added things to make it more enjoyable.
I went to college back in the early 90s. People frowned on homosexuality. A lot. It wasn't like today where people are open about it. It wasn't terribly uncommon for "fags" to be beaten for their sexuality. It certainly happened more than it should have.
I didn't pay much attention to it tho. I was a very straight, good looking guy in my early 20s. I loved women and I did pretty well with them. It was none of my business what was going on in the gay community and I had my own problems. That would change tho.
In a town not too far away, a gay guy got beaten pretty bad. The guy was in a coma and they didn't know a lot as to what happened but figured it was a "hate" crime. Come to think about it, I never did hear what that was all about...
Anyway, it was fall break, around Thanksgiving. I was the one of the few people that stayed at school. Most people, including my roommate, went home for the holiday break. A buddy reached out to me to see if I would go to a local club and see if we could get lucky. Nothing unusual here.
He drove us there and the place was fairly slow. I was just glad to be out. And wouldn't you know it? He picked up a girl almost right. away and I got nothing. Our process was if you picked up someone, the other guy would find a ride home, which usually was pretty easy because we always knew someone at the club. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't the case this time.
Figuring I'd just get a cab, I sat down at the bar. There were 3 other guys there and we got to chatting about how there wasn't any pussy at this place and it was a sausage fest. They bought me a couple of drinks and we had a few laughs. They seemed like really good guys. But, it was time for me to go.
I asked the bartender to call me a cab and one of the guys said, "what? Nah, don't be silly. We can give you a lift."
"No. It's no big deal."
"Stop. We were just getting ready to leave too. We can just drop you off."
"You sure?"
I was very appreciative and told them were I lived and we started heading that way. Everything seemed pretty normal...until Jimmy, a fairly muscular, brown haired guy put his hand on my thigh...inner thigh. That's when things started going sideways.
Before I realized what was happening, Jimmy had a hold of my crotch and an arm around the back of my neck. He quickly and roughly started kissing me. He was bigger and stronger than me. I struggled to push him away and I was eventually successful.
Jimmy took this break as an opportunity. He sat up and grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch. He was dry humping my face and they all started laughing.
It was totally humiliating. I was able to push myself out of his crotch and get a breath. "What the fuck!", I yelled.
"What, you don't like it?" Jimmy asked laughing.
"No! I'm not gay!" I answered.
"Bobby, pull over.".
Uh-oh.
The car came to a screeching halt on the gravel shoulder. Before I could even sit up I was yanked out of the car. The third guy, Danny, had me in a headlock way too tight. I was pulling down on his forearm trying to get air as Jimmy walked in front of me.
My eyes darted around on hopes of seeing help or a way out but those thoughts were quickly squashed when I realized where we were. It was a desolate abandoned side street where we would take girls to make out. Only local people knew about it and very, very few people had reason to come down this road.
Jimmy and I locked eyes. "Here's how I see it. A lot of gay guys have been getting the shit kicked out of them lately by so called straight dudes. That's not acceptable to us. It seems to me it's time for retribution. You say you're not gay and therefore not one of us, so by default you must be one of them."
"I never hurt anyone. I don't give a shit about your lifestyle."
"Is that right? Well, here's what we're going to do. You are going to suck our cocks. You don't have to like it, but you'll do it. Or we will take turns beating the shit out of you. Kinda like and eye for an eye. Totally up to you."
Jimmy was right in my face now. His hand ran up my thigh and rubbed my cock through my pants. Jimmy looked surprised. He stepped back and yanked my pants off. My cock was rock hard.
"Ha! Look at this! Straight boy has a boner!! Let him go, Dan, he ain't going nowhere."
Danny released me.
"Strip" Jimmy demanded.
I hesitated but realized I had no choice. Moments later I was totally nude and fully erect in the night air. The guys walked around me, hands rubbing my chest, back, ass, cock, and balls.
"You sure you don't want to play for our team?" Bobby, the tall thin brunette with the bluest eyes asked. "We'd love to have you."
I heard them fumbling with their pants.
Disgusted and feeling sick, I felt a firm push downwards on my shoulders from behind. Locking eyes with Jimmy again I slowly dropped to my knees, grateful for my clothes to pad my knees from the gravel.
He had an evil grin on his face as I looked up at him. He's rubbing his cock on my lips and slapping me in the face with it. It smells of sweat and piss. I take a deep breath and open my mouth.
His mushroom head slides past my lips. It's salty and the skin is surprisingly soft. I started moving my mouth up and down the shaft. Jimmy moaned.....that set something off inside me. It was the craziest feeling. Naked, outside, on my knees listening to another man moan from the movements of my mouth.
