It was late Friday night and I was walking home from the club I worked at while studying. I decided to take a short cut through a park that was half way. This was well in the inner city and the streets weren't always safe so this was probably not the best idea, but I was tired and in a hurry to get home. As I was walking alone through the poorly lit, nearly empty park- I began to get the feeling that I was being followed. I dismissed this thought, aware that being built tall, with broad shoulders and being black meant that I would probably not seem like the easiest target for any potential criminals. But then I heard the soft sounds of footfalls. To try and get away, I decided to leave the park as quickly as I could, needing to get to a better lit and more public area. As I headed towards what I thought was the right direction, I soon realized that I wasn't quite sure where I was going. But soon I was out of the park and walking down a quiet street. Too quiet a street. Either side of me, old, worn-out high rise buildings cast dark shadows that the tired, yellow street lamps struggled to resist. I was deep in the heart of inner city decay. It was an eerie place and I was getting more and more nervous.
Just as I started to speed up my walk, I almost walked straight into someone standing just at the entry of a dark alley.
"Yo son, you wanting some reds?" he asked me. I figured he was talking about drugs, so I said 'no'. As I tried to walk past him, someone else approached me from the alley, standing in my path. His arm got in my way as I tried to round past him.
"Hold up shawty, what you doing here?" he asked me. I told him I was walking home.
"That ain't right. You looking for something, ain't you?"
"Nah man. Just going home. Like I said. Don't want any drugs." I was beginning to feel scared. They both were young but very thuggish. Maybe late twenties, which would have made them a little older than me. Also, he was giving me some strange looks which was making me feel really uncomfortable.
"No drugs? Ok then. Mike, you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked his friend, the guy standing behind me. Before I realized what was going on, I felt a cold metal object pressed against my back. When I tried to turn around, I was told not to. I realized it was a gun that I had held against me.
"Please don't shoot. I ain't got anything on me," I said, fearing for my life.
"Yeah? Well not the way we see it. Since you ain't here for our drugs, you here for something else. Our dicks." He said, completely stunning me.
"Look man, you got the wrong guy. I ain't into that- it's not-"
"Shut up motherfucker! You know you ain't got any choice here. Now my man here is going to lead the way."
Frightened and feeling powerless- I was led by these two men through a dark alley and behind a building. In this rough neighborhood, streetlights were scarce but the moon was out in full and I could make out the pale shadows of these thugs.
"Now, all we want is some head... you suck our dicks good- with that good head game and we let you go free, no problem. Is that understood?" Mike told me. His gun was pointing right at my head. What choice did I have?
"I hear you. You promise to let me go right?" I asked.
"We promise. Get on your knees," Mike said, watching me listen to him. He unzipped his jeans and without another word, I felt his flaccid head rested against my lips. Reluctantly, my mouth opened and I took him in- fighting the urge not to retch as I tasted him. Actually, it wasn't that bad. And as I bobbed my head, he began to grow and fill my mouth up. I was only 21 so my experience with other men- though probably a little more advanced than the average black guy my age in an inner city neighborhood- was fairly limited. But I had sucked dick before and knew what I was doing. I was actually trying hard to make Mike cum as quickly as possible- so that this would be over. But he kept trying to slide more and more of his dick into my face- wanting to face fuck me. In these frantic moments, I began to swallow and swallow more- impressed not only by the size of Mike's piece but also at how well I was able to take it. I strained as swallowed him past half his length- and in one exhaustive breath he pulled out of me, my spit now covering his dick well.
"This guy can suck dick," Mike said, obviously pleased with my efforts so far. My attempts to make him cum were thwarted though. The other guy was next. He lined his dick- which was already semi hard- up in my face and swallowed him and worked on him quickly. This guy- whose name I found out to be Dre- was a bit smaller than Mike so it was easier for me to capitulate to his demands. After bobbing on his dick and licking his shaft for a bit, I leaned in and swallowed him whole.
"Damn! This bitch is deepthroating my dick," Dre said.
"Damn yo. Let me have some of that," Mike said and I was pulled off Dre's dick and took a turn fellating Mike. Gradually, they were doing less controlling and I was being more automatic- even holding their dicks in each hand as I sucked on them. I had to admit I was definitely enjoying it more than I thought I would. That was obviously the only explanation for the raging hard on that was straining in my jeans.
Mike and Dre could tell I was enjoying this and they began to be more tactile, touching my body and rubbing my back. My shirt was lifted and I instinctively poked my ass out. One of their hands rubbed its way down to my crack and began to message one of my buns. I moaned as I felt a hand begin to rub its way around my anal ring.
"Boy- he's got a phat as too," Mike said as he licked his finger and began to message my hole again. I yelped a little as I felt pressure on my sphincter.
"You fingering him Mike? I can feel him moaning around my dick!" Dre said and laughed. He wasn't lying though- Mike's probing of my ass was making me moan and whimper. It had been a while since I had been anally penetrated- not for at least a year and so my ass wasn't as used to it before. But I got it enough back then to know how good it felt and so Mike's treatment was no less different- despite my better judgment which was to resist his attempts at sodomizing me. Soon, he was working not one but two fingers slowly into me as I was eating his friend's dick. After having worked such a long shift work- I was too damn tired to be able to concentrate and so with Mike fingering my ass and Dre's cock inside me- my reluctance was slowly wilting. I either didn't care or couldn't care about the fact that Mike was fingering me even though I remembered very well what it led to the last time I let someone do that to me.
Mike then grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me off Dre's dick and onto his. He began to fuck my throat in a rhythm- which I gladly let him do. He then forced his entire considerable length into me as I deepthroated him fully. I had to breathe through my noise for a few seconds as he held me firmly with my face pressed in his crotch.