I couldn't sleep one night. It was about four A.M. So I went into the living room to watch a little porn. I was hoping to jerk off and go back to sleep. However right as I was getting good and hard watching a really nice video of two young guys jerking each other off. I heard voices in front of my house. I got scared and put away my cock in my boxer briefs and slipped on a T-shirt.
I heard a knock at the door and a man with a heavy African accent say, "Someone please can you help me?"
I looked out the blinds and saw a man from my boyfriends work. He works with African refugees to help them find jobs in America and then trains them to do work in the states. I had seen this man a couple of time at the center.
He could see me looking out the blinds and begged in a pleating voice, "Please sir can you help me?"
What could I do he had already seen me. So I opened the door just slightly. His demeanor changed instantly into something like a hungry predator. He push the door all the way open and grabbed me by the neck. He forced me down and drug me back into the living room. He had a friend with him, another African that was much bigger and was carrying a machete.
"Tell me where you keep your money!" The man that was holding me by my neck said to me very calmly.
"I have some money in my wallet. But other than that it is all in the bank." I said with a trembling voice.
"Give me the money from your wallet." I reached over and grabbed my wallet of the coffee table and handed it to him. He opened it up and pulled out two twenties. "You expect me to believe that this is all the money that you keep in your house?"
"I swear that is all I have, you can take the credit cards and stuff, but I don't carry much cash."
"Go and search the rest of the house, I will see if our friend has anything else to offer." He said to his accomplice. Then he started to look me up and down in a hungry way. I was starting to understand that this was not random. These men had targeted me. They had seen me at the center, with my boyfriend so they knew that I was gay and wealthy. I didn't know if that made my situation any better or any worse.
"Cash is not the only thing that you have that I want." The tall African said. "Get undressed."
I did as I was told. I stripped quickly back down to my underwear. It is probably worth mentioning that I had no choice with these men. Even if there was just one guy with no machete. I would still have to do what this man said. Both men were solid muscle. I'm tall but thin, he would destroyed me.
"I said, undressed not, down to you shorts. Undress!"
I pulled down my underwear trying to cover my crotch with my hands. He steeped towards me and slip his hand around and grabbed my ass. He smelled of alcohol. He rubbed my chest, and I started to shiver. I was scared. He then reached around me with both hands and grabbed my ass. Easily palming a cheek in each hand.
"You have an ass like a girl." he said and then pulled me hard against his body.