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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was probably about a week later when the incident at my digs happened that led me to moving out. Kenny, my landlord's jailbird son came and went as he pleased but after the first night when he'd come home and shagged me in his bed, he mostly slept on the couch. When he was sober he seemed okay, a bit rough round the edges but no harm in him. 3 or 4 years older than me, he'd been in and out of Borstals and prisons since school for stealing motorbikes mostly. It was in a young offender's institute that he'd learned about "prison sex", losing his virginity to an older guard.
"It's not gay" he insisted, "It just helps the time go by. Nobody talks about it when they get out but we all know, you know?"
I didn't really. The way he'd fucked me made it clear it was more about power and macho domination and I wasn't really comfortable with that. I loved what he did, don't get me wrong, he opened up my arse and a new horizon opened up for me too. To my mind gay, straight and everything in between is just sex and I love sex but I need to feel I have control, that I can stop things at any point. Pinned face down to his bed with his full weight on top of me I'd been torn between panic and ecstasy, hard to explain. Anyway, like I said, Kenny when he was sober was fine.
We were all watching telly one evening; Jim, Carol and I and had had a few cans of beer. It was some banal talent contest and we'd all had a laugh at the costumes and the acts with more than a few suggestive remarks. Carol, despite her son being there, was particularly smutty. Half way through some of Kenny's mates arrived, three guys in their early 20s with bad tattoos and cocky attitudes.
"Is this him then Ken?" asked one, pointing at me, "The poof in the roof?"
Everybody laughed and Kenny at least looked embarrassed but I wasn't that happy. I squirmed on the couch a bit and tried to figure out my options but I didn't seem to have a lot. Over the next hour over more beers the chat had continually come back to what Kenny and I had done and it was starting to look clear that something was brewing. As I came back from the bathroom, Carol stopped me in the hall and asked if I was ok. I told her my fears and she said just to relax, Kenny's mates were harmless and she'd make sure nothing happened that I didn't want to happen. She gave me a kiss and led me back into the living room.
"Right, Ben's going to suck all your cocks" she announced to loud cheers!
I would have turned and ran were it not for the look on Kenny's face. He was blushing and looked at me sort of helplessly and I realised he was 90% bravado. He'd told a story to his mates and now they were following up on it, egging him on. Don't know why but even though my heart lurched at what was coming, it was Kenny I felt sorry for.
I was pushed to my knees as the guys unzipped and surrounded me. A thick, fleshy and soft prick was pushed into my mouth and I started trying to suck it but he rammed it straight to the back of my throat and held it there whilst I struggled to breathe. With my face buried in his hairy crotch, I couldn't see or really resist as I was stripped. When he pulled out of me he was significantly harder but was quickly replaced by another. One by one I sucked them all to full hardness, Kenny, his 3 mates and his dad, Jim. Carol shouted encouragement as her lodger serviced her husband and son. The furniture was pushed aside and I found myself on my back on the floor. Somebody was trying to finger my arse and complaining I was too dry. Carol ran to the kitchen and came back with a handful of beef dripping from the chip pan and started slapping it into my hole. I felt first one finger go in, then two and I groaned in pleasure. I lifted my knees to give her easy access then Jim laid down beside me and turned my head so I could take his ridiculously large knob in my mouth. I could barely get him in and my lips were stretched to their limit and once he was in there wasn't much I could do but run my tongue around his knob and drool. Carol meanwhile had managed to get her fist and all the beef dripping into my hole and was fisting me as the guys clapped in time. I felt something by my face and opened my eyes, thinking it was another cock but it was Kenny, leaning in to lick his dad's shaft and fondle his balls. Jim pulled his knob out of my mouth (much to my relief) and Kenny licked his wet helmet. I joined him, licking along the shaft, our tongues occasionally meeting.
Carol pulled her fist out of my arse and announced I was ready for fucking and I felt somebody get between my legs and guide their cock right into my gaping hole. Oh but that felt good and he joined in the sucking of Jim's dick whilst setting up a slow rhythmic fucking of my arse. Jim meanwhile was wanking his huge cock in my face as the three of us sucked, lapped and nibbled it. I tasted his pre-cum at the same time as his son and the pair of us greedily tried to get his knob in our mouths as he started to come. Fair to say I think we shared but a lot ended up sprayed over my face where it was eagerly lapped up by the guy shagging me. We ended up in a 3 way kiss; me and Kenny sharing his dad's spunk with his mate.
The thought did occur to me at that point - "Prison sex, my arse"
Over the next hour or so I was fucked by all of them. Spitroasted and bent into any number of positions they even tried to get two cocks into my arse at one point but we couldn't get it to work. The awkward point came when I came, funnily enough.
I'm sure there's many guys reading this who understand what I mean when I say that when I cum, I lose interest in sex. Immediately usually. That's the point where I'd kiss and cuddle my girlfriend until the horniness comes back but I didn't get the opportunity as this group gangbanged me. I shot my load into the mouth of one guy as I was on top 69ing him and somebody was rimming my arse. After I'd shot, he kept chewing on my knob which had, as usual, got really sensitive so what had been pleasurable before was now quite painful. I tried to pull out but was held in position by him as someone else lined up their knob with my arsehole. Someone else slapped my arse and I jumped, allowing the hard cock to slide straight up me. My groans were maybe misinterpreted as all the guys started slapping me, squeezing my nipples and biting me all over. Carol brought out some funny looking whip things and people started using them on me. It was strange - they hurt but the burning felt good and the hard cock hammering my arse was a part of it. My body was on fire and every nerve end was alight with pleasure as my holes were used and my body abused but I didn't feel in control and was a bit scared. Truth be told I was crying but with a cock down my throat, my arse being buggered and everything else that was going on, nobody noticed.
Finally I was rolled onto my back and the 4 guys were joined by Jim standing over me, wanking. Carol had at some point stripped from the waist down and now stood over my face frigging her cunt. One by one the guys came and ropes of hot cum splashed over me, mostly over my chest but some over my face. Carol started to shake and groan and, just before her knees gave way, she collapsed onto my face, her wet hairy cunt smothering me as she came. I felt more cum splashing over me as the guys cheered and I remember thinking it was quite a lot. Then I realised. As I pushed Carol up from my face, she joined in with the rest pissing on me, hot jets pouring over my face.
I said I'd wanted to try everything, but this was too much. I was suddenly struck with the thought that Carol might not stop at pissing and her arse was directly over my face so I wasn't too gentle when I shoved her off me and she staggered into the sideboard, knocking her collection of china dogs to the floor. The mood changed in an instant and what had been a highly charged lusty gangbang now started to feel different as Kenny leapt to defend his mum and his mates jumped to back him up. I grabbed my clothes and at first tried to run upstairs to my room but Jim was blocking my way so I ended up running naked into the street covered in piss and cum, clutching my jeans and jacket.
With their jeers in my ears I ran down the street pulling on my jeans and jacket at the end of the road. I had no money but I did have the keys to the workshop and started the 5 mile walk there, barefoot and humiliated. |