When I think about that night, when I think about being used by that cop, about being raped by the side of the road, you know what I think about first? It's usually not the taste of him when I first took that plumb shaped head into my mouth. And it's usually not the feeling of being bent over the car with my hole exposed to him. It's not even the feeling of his cock first splitting me open. Invading me. No, usually the first thing I think of is Sarah. Her eyes fluttering between open and closed. Her mouth agape. Her head thrown back. Sarah in the middle of what looked like the most explosive orgasm of her life.
How do you process that? How do you process being raped in front of your girlfriend? How it felt? That mixture of powerlessness and shame and...those other feelings. The arousal. The...need. It shocked me when I first felt my body betraying me. My cock stiffening while he fucked my mouth. The precum oozing out of me while he fingered my hole. The way I came for him while he fucked me. Right there on the car. Right in front of Sarah. How do you process the fact that when it ended, when he'd finally pumped his load into me and pulled himself out of my body, there was a part of me that didn't want it to end? That felt empty without that huge cock inside of me.
And how do you process Sarah? Sarah who sat there while it happened, her breasts exposed to this deviant. Who's eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock. Who started playing with her nipples while he raped my mouth. Who must have started to play with her clit while he had me prone over the hood of our car. Who fingered her pussy until she came while watching me get fucked by some stranger. While watching him pump rope after rope of cum into my asshole. Watching me coat the hood of our car with my orgasm.
What was she thinking? What was she feeling? I don't know how to ask her. How to talk about it. All I know is that when I drove us home that night, she wouldn't look at me and that I was sitting in a puddle of her juices. That that cop somehow made both of us cum. And that, deep down inside, there was a part of me that has just experienced the most erotic event of my life.
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The hot water feels good on my aching muscles as it cascades down my body. I'm at the gym. I've been going a lot lately. Everyday after work I have a choice: go home and try to avoid talking to Sarah about what happened or...just come here. Come here and work out until I'm so exhausted that all I want to do is go upstairs and fell asleep. The results of my choice are starting to be written all over my body. I've always been fit, but now I'm developing that hard lean physique that always felt just a little out of reach.
I let my head hang down into the spray, enjoying the water and watching it flow down my body. Over my ever more prominent abs. Over my cock. I shaved everything off down there two days ago. My cock. My balls. My ass. I don't really know why. Maybe it was to feel cleaner after what I'd been through. Maybe it was to make it look different than the cock that had exploded with cum while I got fucked like a common whore. Or maybe it was to feel...sexier somehow. I don't know. I do know I jerked off as soon as I finished. I know I fingered my hole. I know it felt good.
I also know that I've been attracting a lot more attention here since I've shaved. A lot of stray glances in the showers. A lot more conversations in the locker room.
As I stand there rubbing my sore shoulders I hear a voice behind me. "Hey. How's things?"
I turn to see Brian. He's been chatting me up the last couple days. Investment guy. My hight, but a little beefier. As I watch he pulls his towel off and turns a shower on across the room. I can't help but steal a look at his hairy chest and stomach. His thick looking cock.
"I saw you really working those traps out there," he says. "Must be sore."
"Yeah, man," I reply. "They're killing me."
"You gotta loosen them up a bit," he tells me. "Here, let me help."
I freeze as he walks over to me. His hands grab my shoulders. He starts to massage them under the spray off hot water. I tense up for a moment, but decide to go with it. I place my hands up on the wall in front of me. I lean forward and let the water engulf my head. It feels good. The water. His touch. I close my eyes and let it happen.
I feel one of his hands move around me and come to a rest on my stomach. "This'll help me get a little deeper," he says quietly as he pulls me into his massaging hand. I let out a soft groan as he works deeper into the muscle. That's when I feel it. His soft penis rubbing slightly against my thigh. I stiffen up immediately.
"Relax," he encourages me. I feel him again. He leans in and drags his cock against my buttocks. I feel myself begin to stiffen, my cock throbbing with my pulse. The water feels good against my member. I'm breathing heavier.
His cock is mashed against me now. It's girth, definitely thicker now, is pressed against the crack of my ass. We're carrying on the charade that this is still a massage, but I'm hard as a rock now. His hand starts to move back and forth against my stomach. Inching lower as it does. His fingers leaving my stomach...sliding over my freshly shaved pubis...
I gasp as his hand wraps around my 7" cock. I feel a moment of panic and jerk against him. I pull my hands off the wall and start to try to peel his hands off me. "Stop. I...I have a girlfriend." He holds me tight.
"Shhhh. It's ok," he whispers, his mouth right next to my ear. "It's just us here. Let me make you feel good."
His hand starts to slowly slide up and down my cock, jerking me off. I moan in his arms. I slowly return my hands to the wall in front of me. Behind me I can feel his cock. It feels fully erect now, throbbing against the crack of my ass while he jerks me off. He's slowly sliding it up and down. I push against him. "That's it," he whispers to me. "You feel how hard I am for you?"
I don't answer. He slides his other hand up and pinches my nipple hard. I gasp. "I asked if you feel me."
"Yes," I moan. "Yes, I feel you."
"What do you feel."
