My name is Rajeev( Me ), and I’m 25 years old, with a life that took an unimaginable turn during my vacation in the USA to visit my aunt. I possess what you’d call a “dad bod” – slightly chubby, a bit hairy, with an average-sized 6-inch cock.
Upon arriving at my aunt’s, I spent the first few days acclimating to the new environment. Once I had some time to myself, I ventured out to explore, visiting museums and landmarks. But the excitement of new sights soon turned to boredom, and I decided to head back to my temporary home.
In search of a shortcut to the station, I stumbled upon a scene that would change everything. Down a narrow alley, I witnessed an act of raw sexuality: four tall men, each towering at about 6 feet 2 inches, were engaged in the act of fucking a white guy who seemed to be in distress.
My instinct to intervene got the better of me. “LEAVE HIM, LET HIM GO!” I shouted, which instantly turned their attention towards me. One of them approached, advising me to mind my own business and leave. But I couldn’t walk away; instead, I tried to rescue the guy, only to find myself overpowered by the group.
It turned out the white guy was a paid prostitute, and my intervention had just made me part of their evening’s entertainment. They tore my shirt apart, revealing my physique, which seemed to amplify their excitement. The fear was palpable; I was new to this country, to this scene, to everything about the gay lifestyle.
They bundled me into a car, stripping me of my pants and tossing them out. Despite my protests, they promised clothes and money after they were done. My attempts to escape were futile; I was overpowered, and soon we were driving off into an unknown part of the city.
In the car, they didn’t hesitate to use my mouth. Their cocks were significantly larger than mine, thick, black, and cut, ranging from 9 to 10 inches. They took turns, each one using my mouth until they climaxed, leaving me gasping but, paradoxically, aroused. One even gave my own erection some attention, which only added to my confusion and arousal.
Arriving at a secluded house, they led me out naked, treating me like an object for their pleasure. In their backyard, on all fours like a dog, I was penetrated for the first time. The pain was sharp but soon melted into waves of unexpected pleasure as one of them entered me. The others didn’t just watch; they actively participated, shoving their cocks into my mouth or hand.
They kept calling me a slut, telling me they would fuck me until I was “pregnant” with their seed. The words, combined with my own fantasies from watching porn, flipped a switch in me. I found myself not just enduring but wanting more of this debauched experience.
Inside, they turned the heat up, both literally and figuratively. They massaged me with oil, asking if I wanted to be like them – their excitement was infectious, and I agreed, my shame and fear momentarily forgotten. They transformed my penis, pulling back the foreskin until it matched theirs, a painful but strangely thrilling experience.
My body was now eager; I spread my legs, offering myself up, which they accepted with eager smiles. They doubled up, two cocks at once, pushing me into realms of pain and pleasure I’d never imagined. I was fucked on the terrace, the stairs, in the common hall – each place marking another chapter of my transformation.
When my phone rang, they dismissed it, feeding me wine for the first time, which led to a blackout. Upon waking, the scene was different; more men were there, including their uncle, all engaged in their own pleasure, watching or participating. The uncle took his turn with me, reigniting the cycle of intense pleasure.
I felt oddly important, an average guy being the center of such attention. The night was endless, filled with semen, mine included, until I was utterly exhausted.
They eventually returned me home, clothed and with a car, but not before taking my number and my cherished gold chain as tokens for future encounters.
The chain would later become the key to another dark adventure, where I was introduced to two Indian men and then, shockingly, to my aunt’s husband, my mouth taped shut, my body used in ways I never anticipated. But that’s a story for another time…
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