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How it started thru forcible ...........................  

loveable_31

7/3/2009 7:35 am
This evening it happened I went to the toilet on my way to railway station as usual. As the floor was wet I I took my trousers off and hung them up on wall. I was soon reading and wanking. I sensed a movement to my right as I was reading stuff on the door and turned to see my trouser disappearing over the top of the dividing wall. I was terrified. I thought they were being stolen and I was going to be left wearing just my shirt and tie, I didn’t know what to do. Then rolled up piece of paper came through the hole in the dividing wall. I opened it and read it. “If you want your clothes back open the door and I will give them to you”

I didn’t know what to do. I slowly slide back the bolt on the door. It was pushed open, this man came in, and he locked the door again behind him. He said nothing, hung my clothes back on the nail and sat on the seat. I looked at him.

He was fat and dirty, (turned out he was 56). He was wearing the uniform of a railway worker. I went to take my trouser, he grabbed by cock. He rubbed it but I was too scared so nothing happened. Then he leant forward and sucked it into his mouth. I tried to pull back but he held my bum so I couldn’t. He started sucking my cock and even though I was scared to hell I felt I was getting hard again. I did get hard and it started to feel good. In fact it started to feel great and I think I must have moaned or something because he stopped for a second and said, “Feels good don’t it” I don’t think I said much but I felt as lot as he went back to sucking me. I could feel that I was getting closer and closer and I knew I would come soon and I thought he would be angry if I did it in his mouth so I started to say “Stop stop”

He carried on till I was almost shooting and then he stopped, stood up and lifted me down and sat me on the seat. Then he opened his fly, pulled out this huge fat cock and said,

“My turn now”

I looked up at his face in horror and he was leering at me and holding the small fold over wallet I kept my train ticket and dinner money in. It also had my name and address written in it. He now knew everything about me.

“We’ll keep this between ourselves if you are a good guy and do as you are told”

Then he lifted me off the toilet and on to the floor. He pushed my shoulders until I was sitting down on the toilet. He pulled my face towards that fat cock.

“Open you mouth now *****”

I could smell sweat and pee as his cock touched my face. I thought I was going to be sickI opened my mouth to ask him to stop and he pushed the end off his cock against my lips and teeth. “No teeth, just like I did it to you”

With that he pushed some more and the fat end slide into my mouth. He grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted.
“Oh god, yeah, keep sucking it, yeah keep sucking it, this is soo good oh yeah god yeah you are fantastic”

Suddenly he started to make like strangled grunting noises He stopped pulling right out; just pulled back a little bit and then pushed hard in again a couple of times. He had his hands on the back of my head, holding me pressed into his crotch as his cum pumped into my mouth and throat. I refused to swallow, but the result was that my mouth got flooded and it went into my nose. In the end I had to swallow . He held his cock in my mouth for a bit longer and it started to go soft. He pulled it out very slowly. “Keep your lips closed over my cock and keep sucking it. Hold your tongue against the underneath as I pull out” Eventually he pulled it right out, slipped it back into his dirty underwear and did up his fly.

After checking up his breath he told me he will meet me aft three weeks ***** same place for more fun. If you don’t meet me again I will visit your place. I know where you live. So you do as you are told and we will get along real good and have some great times together. See ya soonr”. With that he opened the door and left. I locked the door and started to cry. At the same time I wiped my eyes and then wiped the cum that had run down my nose and face. I put my trousers. I pulled back the bolt on the door and opened it.

But it wasn’t the end: it was just the beginning……………
cefntx2
3864 posts

7/3/2009 8:15 pm

If you had stood up to him it would have ended!

luvssissyboys
3355 posts

7/4/2009 6:50 am

Wanna go camping!! Just kidding.Thats a awful story.I realy hate it happened to you..My first experience with oral anal came at age 11 with a wonderfull guy my same age.My next experience happened at the hands of some older guys at a boyscout camping trip..The end results were the same as yours.I felt ashamed and cried..Being a guy you know how to fight,but as with all guys ya know when the other guy is more dominate than you are,and can wup your ass..Being scared is a natural reaction.Doing as they say can save ya a bad ass whipping,or other embarassing stuff..You did what you had to do to survive that situation..If it was me though.I would have went to the police,then the railroad sation and filed a complaint.Then contacted my lawyer and sued the guy.Made everyday forward a day HE would remember for the rest of his life.Make him pay everyday for his selfish action..Closeted gay guys can be dangerous..Most,but not all closeted guys are safe sweet guys.There are some though that act out their closeted fantasies in parks,bathrooms and rest areas.Standing up to someone like that may or may not be wise.You have to evaluate the guy and the situation you are in.Take a 6 foot 250 pound man verses a 5 foot something man at a 130 pound and your looking at a no-win situation..Years ago I shared a 8x10 foot room with bars.My roomies were about my same size,but all had desire for my ass..Fighting was the manly thing and I did.The end result was black eyes,bruised abs and three cocks up my ass..Sometimes you have to submit to other guys.Sometimes it is your best choice.Looking back I know it was mine.A friend of mine was killed in that same jail..He would not submit to his attackers..Time heals all wounds and living is far better than dying..Peace

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