I've always been a smaller, not muscular, manly but not a big tough guy, yeah I was bullied a lot in and out of school, even still at work by my boss. My name is Billy, well I guess it's really William, but everyone calls me Billy, I'm five foot eight, one hundred and thirty five pounds. Do I work out? No never have I have a great metabolism so the weight stays off of me.
I work in a corporate office, I like to be dressed in style but on a tight budget, I like to look great all the time. I would never go out without my hair being done, I always have to be properly dressed as well. I like to make a statement, I want people to look at me, I want to be seen, not that I ever am for the reason I am looking for.
Just too bad it really does not work, at work or at the bar, I am not the guy other guys seek out. I do have a type I usually look at younger guys, in great shape guys, again this does not work for me in most cases. I am thirty and single, I am a truly versatile man, I can top or bottom, I have a seven inch thick cock and a nice tight ass, both rarely ever having sex.
It was a Wednesday when the week went to hell, I got to work late, my car was acting up on the drive to work. My boss was riding my ass all day cause I was ten minutes late, I stayed the extra twenty minutes and did not take a lunch to make up the time. I headed out to my car, got in and luckily it started, I got on the road and was driving along when it made a weird clunking noise, then died.
I called my garage guy and he would send out a tow truck, it was yet another hot day out so I sat on the trunk of the car. Three guys pulled up about ten feet from my car, they sat in their pick up truck and looked at me, pointed and laughed. The one guy gets out, yes all three were red neck all the way, camouflage clothes, hats one guy even his boots.
"What's wrong with you sweetheart?"
The one guy taller than the other two, somewhat better build, asked, turning to his friends laughing.
"Did your little sissy car break down? Twinkle toes"
I looked at him and snickered.
"Nothing gets past you does it?"
I picked the wrong guy, the wrong day, and the wrong thing to say to this guy.
"So this fucking pansy thinks he's smarter than we are guys. Think your funny you fucking little cock sucker?"
I looked down, I tried to avoid contact, he stared waiting for me to respond, there was nothing that would get me out of this at this point. The taller guy reached out and slapped me on the side of the head. I slid off the trunk and held the side of my face, he reached in and grabbed me by the throat. This guy was not messing around, he planned to hurt me, and bad by the grip he had on my throat.
"Still think your funny you little cock sucker, cause maybe me and my friends have to show you how to talk to men like us, maybe I should shove my cock in your smart fucking mouth and shut that smart mouth of yours?"
"No please I am so sorry, please forgive me."
"Cocksucker is sorry now, lets see how sorry this little queer really is."
He tightened his grip on my throat, I tried to pull his hand away but his hand was huge and my throat was totally engulfed in his huge mitt. He pulled me to the front of his truck, pushed me to my knees, slapped my face again.
"You're gonna suck my cock, if you hurt my cock in any way, I will fucking kill you, snap your fucking neck in half, then you will suck my friends cocks as well, then maybe we just might all fuck you as well."
I started to cry, I could not hold back, I was always so scared to be forced into any kind of sex I was always careful, well not today it seems. He unhooked his belt, then the button, the zipper and his pants went to his knees. He pulled out an erect five inch cock, grabbed my head and pulled me to it.
"The fucking lil queer is crying."