The time was planned for months. We need to coordinate our two
busy schedules so that we get the most of our free time.
And, for three years now, we've been able to 'keep the
spice' in our relationship by going on 'love trips'.
Basically, 'love trips' are just an excuse to have sex two
or three times a day in different locations no closer than a
mile apart. Only one time per day can be in total privacy,
and only the 'completed' times count. This presents some
fairly formidable obstacles and we are bonded by team
problem solving.
Anyway, this year was to be along the central coast because
the valley was sweltering under triple digit heat. So,
lightly packed (not much more than overnight bags and some
changes of clothing), we headed west on I-80 and towards
adventure.
I was driving the slightly restored El Camino past a lot of
nothing when he said, "Quick! Take the next exit and hang a
right!"
The idea is to just 'go for it', so I made the exit and he
said, "The Wooze".
I started to laugh because this was completely ridiculous;
there was no way we could escape getting caught doing
something inside a large public maze in the middle of the
day! There were scores of cars in the lot and I heard the
sounds of kids from somewhere. (We had a rule that no kids
were to see any sex act but that didn't mean that we
couldn't try to finish prior to getting caught!) I did my
best to discourage him but he'd have none of it, so we
bought our tickets and went to the starting gate.
There was a time clock for validating your start time and
you could win free tries through the maze if you finished
quickly enough. We both read this and smiled thinking we
were probably not going to 'finish' or finish soon enough!
But, we punched the clock anyway and ran into the maze.
We were soon lost and started trying to find the way out
until we realized that lost was the point! Quickly
'learning' a couple of switchbacks, which were meant to
frustrate and delay participants, these provided the best
locales for moments out of sight. They also provided a
little warning; when someone approached, we'd hear footsteps
on two sides of the cul-de-sac prior to someone blundering
into us and a dead end.
In the switchback of choice, I took the initiative and
offered to 'give' first. He was so excited; I figured I
could get him satisfied easily and quickly before disaster
struck. I gave him me best 'come hither' and he stood with
his back to a wall and unzipped his 505's. Since he never
wears underwear, I knelt and had him in my mouth, and, in
seconds, I was stroking the shaft and licking the head of
his fully erect cock. We heard footsteps approaching just
once (and, then, we pretended to have run into the dead end
just prior to the newcomer and whoever it was bought it and
avoided the wasted time of making the wrong last turn, too.)
I was nowhere near the deep sucking part that loves best
when he grabbed my hair and shoved his cumming cock down my
throat. Then I remembered why I hate to get him off orally
the first time; I usually masturbate him before giving him
head because he cums so damned much the first time! But,
this time, I'd forgotten and he was pumping my face as he
spurted alternately down my throat and onto the roof of my
mouth. I braced myself by grasping his legs and he finished
with his usual deep, final thrust and cum, forcing my face
tightly over him.
He's completely docile after cumming so I closed his pants
and guided him out of the cul-de-sac and into more of the
maze. As he recovered, he guessed at a possible pattern and
led us rapidly through the rest of the maze. When we clocked
out, we still had 8 minutes left before our free repeat trip
eligibility would expire!
Back in the car, we talked about 'the rush' of what we'd
just done and agreed that it was a great start.
We didn't stop again until we reached San Francisco. The
weather here was still very warm, but there had been clouds
forming at an alarming rate in the Coastal Range. The
thunderstorm caught us in the heart of The City and we were
just cruising around when I saw a parking space and pulled
in.
"Grab the overcoat and put it on", I said as we stopped. He
got it from the back seat and we exited the car into a
drenching torrent. I guided him to the covered doorway of an
abandoned shop and told him to back against the glass door.
I opened his overcoat and backed into his embrace as he
wrapped the coat around both of us. When we were covered, I
opened my pants, pulled them and my underwear down, and
rubbed my hips against his rapidly growing cock. This time,
he opened his own pants and slowly, gently rubbed his stiff
dick against my hips, my butt, and, finally, my ass. With
the patience born of 'the second cum', he slowly forced the
head of his cock into my anus. It always hurts the first few
moments, but I get so excited I almost always push back and
impale myself on his stiff prick. Today was no exception and
he very slowly but deeply fucked my ass, while people walked
by, barely noticing our presence through the veil of rain. I
was almost getting off myself when a drunken old man
stumbled up to us and started to ask for spare change. I
hadn't realized how close to cumming my lover was and, as I
started to ask the old man to leave us alone, cum was pumped
forcefully up my ass! Wave after wave was pushed up and into
me. I must have had the most incredible look on my face
because the drunk's eyes grew wide with recognition and he
almost ran down the street! I tensed to laugh and was
rewarded with an almost gut-wrenching orgasm. We held each
other for support until we were able to move again, and then
he eased himself out of me and I discreetly reset my
clothing while he did the same for his. In a few minutes,
the clearing sky left nothing but the drenched streets and
an almost clean tang in the air. We kissed quickly and
returned to the car to continue our insanity.
A short drive brought us to a good restaurant with
reasonably priced food along the shoreline. With gulls
piercing the quiet with cries for... whatever they squawk
for, we climbed the two dozen steps to the ornate double
doors of the establishment. As is often the case in the bay
area, the patrons were dressed in all manners: there were
couples in shorts and t-shirts; elderly folks in formal
wear; and lots of people like us, just casually dressed
tourists. 'Frisco, being the tolerant and forgiving place it
is, accepted us 'as is'.
We were seated in a small alcove of the dining area, not too
near the gentry, in all their finest, but not far enough
away to raise suspicions of preferential treatment. The high
lighting of the room was courtesy the complete wall picture
window, allowing no need for artificial light from the
numerous chandeliers of falling crystal. There was a long,
curved bar at one end of the room and doors leading to the
wait stations, kitchen, and restrooms at the other. Each
table was covered with a large white linen tablecloth,
draping nearly to the floor.
Seated across from each other, we perused the ample menu and
decided upon steaks, shrimp and scallops. While waiting for
our salads, good old 'Mr. Horny' raised a sly brow and
confided,
"You know, I've never done it in a full restaurant before."
"And you won't today, either, you fool!"
"Aw, come on! There's nobody within 15 feet, there are
enough people to cover the noise, we blend in well, and the
tablecloth will make it impossible for anybody to see
anything."
"I am hungry! What is it with you?"
"You know we need more bonding to build a strong
relationship," he said.
Despite myself, I had to laugh. Those late-teen hormones of
his were doing their job on me, and I couldn't really blame
him for trying.
"Just let me get something to eat first, in case you get us
in trouble," I begged.
His grin seemed to say, ‘o.k.’ but we barely finished salads
when he 'dropped' his fork.
"No, damnit!" I hissed. "You will get caught, we will get
arrested, and I will still be hungry!"
"I won't be, though!" And, with that, he slipped
unobtrusively under the table. Resigned to fate, I waited
while he quietly slithered around the table's large, round
central pillar. He was actually trying to be discreet as he
unzipped my pants, gently fondling me to arousal. Our waiter
returned to remove the salad dishes and I gathered them (and
one salad fork...) for him. If he noticed I was now alone,
he didn't mention it.
The mood in the room was calm, with the usual background
noise, nobody was watching me (us?) and he did it: the
stupid little kid wrapped his mouth around my eagerly
awaiting penis and damn near froze me to death! He must have
slipped a handful (mouthful?) of ice under the table with
him. (I remembered the high school experiment where the
class watches a teacher heat a fork until it's glowing red
hot while one student stands with his back to the teacher
and an arm behind his back. The class erupts in laughter as
a piece of ice 'burns' the student's hidden, unseen arm and
he screams.) Well, I'll be damned if it didn't work here and
now! It was just a short little yell, and, I did cover my
mouth, but the room became totally silent. Our waiter rushed
to our table out of grave concern for my health just as
'lover-boy' pops up (on his side again) and exclaims,
"So that's where my fork was!"
Utterly mortified, I managed to get myself back in my pants,
then say the only thing I could think of,
"Check, please."
We didn't speak for a long time as I drove angrily through
the streets of San Francisco. Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw him trying to apologize, trying not to laugh, doing
everything in his power to try to cool me down. I finally
pulled into a vacant lot, stopped the car, and tried to beat
the shit out of him. At 6'5" and outweighing me by nearly 50
lbs., he easily fended me off, even took a few of my blows
just to let me feel good. And, all too soon, he did have me
feeling good again. "You stupid jerk! We were lucky to get
out of there without a police 'escort'!"
"I have a surprise for you, Danny. Let’s go back to the
beach, near the park."
I wanted to scream but, as usual, I was charmed into
submission.
We walked along the beach until dark, picking up pieces of
shells and seaweed. The beach began to clear of other people
after dark and he led me to a place near an old pier. And,
there, he made love to me. I have been with exactly two men
in my life but I could swear he has got to be one of the
best lovers in the world!
Afterwards, he said, "Now, Danny, for your surprise..."
What he meant was clear even before I felt the hands forcing
me face down, my arms apart; my head held down and turned to
the side in the soft, damp sand; my legs pulled apart and
the prying at my hips. I started to yell (for help? for
gentleness? come and get it?) but a large, heavy body lay
across my head and plowed a fully erect penis into my mouth.
I groaned in spite of myself as a tongue went into my anus.
With hands holding me spread-eagle, chest down on the sand,
and allowing me no movement whatsoever, I endured the
rhythmic thrusting into my mouth until, suddenly
withdrawing, he cums all over my face and head. Immediately,
hands in my hair position my mouth and face for another man.
The sand cushions the intensity of the pounding into my
mouth but I feel the tongue withdrawn from my ass, only to
be replaced by the overwhelming intrusion of a cock shoved
deeply into me. Harder and deeper than anything I ever
imagined possible, I am raped with the joint rhythm of two
men. Hands on my penis, stroking me capriciously. Hands
grabbing my hips, holding me firmly in place for the
constant, violent, deep thrusting between them. And, again,
my mouth is freed only to have my lips and mouth bathed in
cum again. My ass is suddenly emptied and I see the
withdrawn penis positioned to cum on the side of my face;
instead, it plunges into my mouth and gags me with even more
cum. Fingers prying my hips apart, just long enough for the
next rape to begin. And, as soon as that one ends, another
slides into me, this one so much bigger than the last that I
can’t even scream. One and one someone pounds me, pulling my
ass cheeks apart and grinding down into my bowels. This guy
leans forward and lays on top of me, licking my ear and
biting my neck but never slacking the horrendous rhythm he’s
maintaining up my butt. He kisses my cum spattered lips and
laughs as someone crams another stiff prick into my mouth.
This one is so hard and long that I start to gag when it
hits the back of my throat. It’s pulled back and a grab a
breathe filled with the scent of sweat and urine. Two more
hands are added to my face and my head is held in a viselike
grip. Then as the man up my ass laughs and merrily fucks
away, and guy in my mouth leans into me, spearing my face
with his thick prick and ramming it all the way past my
teeth and tongue and into my throat! I can’t breathe at all
as the man mashes his rough pubic hair into my nose and
fucks my head like a whore’s cunt: violently and lustfully.
Just as I start to pass out I feel the rhythm in my ass
starting to change and the cock impaling me begins to
thicken impossibly! Now, that hard fucking has become the
stuff of nightmares – tearing my tissue around my gang raped
ass, grinding my hips apart and spearing so far inside me
that I know I’m going to retain it’s cum for weeks! As the
sweat begins to build between us, and the black spots dance
before my eyes (blocking the true vision of a stranger’s
belly and cock raping my face), my throat is suddenly coated
with a steady stream of jizz. Now with my hair being pulled
forward, my throat is cleared long enough for it to be
pounded over and over as the cock continues to pump load
after load after load of thick cum into me, coating my
tongue and teeth, splashing off the roof of my mouth.
Finally the cock is withdrawn, held to my closed lips and
stroked almost lovingly. The man up my butt laughs and slips
his tongue along my cum splattered face as the cock in my
face erupts one last time. This time it goes up my nose,
covers my mouth and cheeks and drenches the rest of my face.
And the ass raping goes from rough to brutal with guys
holding my entire body down into the sand. In and out of my
ass the cock flies, now completely lubricated with the
rapists’ pre-cum and my loosening bowels. He begins to grunt
and moan and finally digs his cock so deeply into me that I
know he’s going to rip me apart, kissing my cummy face and
shouting, “Take it! Take my cum, Danny! Take it, you fucking
bitch!” And the cumming starts with a torrent of jizz
flooding my ass like an enema. The rapist pounds with
complete abandon, crying out as he presses more and more of
his cum into my swollen asshole. I am screaming as well but
my ass is clutching his penis, trying to stop it’s furious
friction but succeeding in only milking more and more of the
cum into my ass. Trying to stop tightening up, I realize
that I am actually working to goad him on, pushing my ass
into his thrusts and opening widely to accept is liquid
gift.
Finally he pounds down a final time and pulls back on my
hair as he digs as far into my asshole as he can, spewing
the last of his cum all the way into my belly. The guys all
make appreciative sounds, showing that they, too, have never
witnessed a fucking like the one I just got. And with a
sudden plop, the half-stiff cock is pulled quickly from my
ass and shoved into my mouth. Again gagging on the vileness,
I am forced to suck it clean. I concentrate on the task,
circling the head carefully to get all the mess from any and
all the folds of skin. My concentration is so complete that
I hardly notice the next cock entering my ass and fucking my
cummy shitshoot. I am sucking and licking and swallowing as
my ass is washed with cum once again and emptied but
immediately replaced by another stiff cock. This one cums in
me almost at once. It is replaced by another, then another,
and another. Each leaves his cum buried in m y ass.
I am turned onto my back, my knees are lifted nearly to my
shoulders, and I look up to see my lover. He is smiling down
at me while he takes my penis in his hand and very gently
pushes himself into me, saying, “I love you, Danny”. I
couldn't believe that I was getting an erection and shouted
into the hand covering my mouth as I came, spurting my wad
all over my own chest and neck while two different guys bit
my nipples. Somewhere, sometime during my lover’s familiar
motion, with the care and love in his eyes, I made the
transition. I still don't know when (or even why). But the
firm hands holding me down became assisting hands, making
all movements complimentary and effortless. And the raping
ended as I became a willing slut, begging for more cock,
more cum, and yet more cock – loving each and every single
thrust into my now-willing body.
A bottle of wine was passed around and I was passed around,
giving as freely as humanly possible.
-*- -*- -*-
I awoke alone ('No!') on the sand under the lightening sky.
He was walking towards me, just strolling barefoot in the
sand. When he was close enough to hear me, I simply asked,
"Why?"
"Danny, you left your journal out by the bed. I know you did
it so that I would know what you needed, what you wanted. I
don't want to give you up and you'd written..."
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, you fool! I don't even have a
journal! You read the drafts from some short stories I was
writing for The Free Rape Stories Board!"
The look of utter cluelessness on his face got me laughing
until I cried. He continued to patiently sit there, in all
his foolish, teenage innocence and proud sensuality and say,
"Hey! If we hurry, we can be the first people in the Wooze
today and we've got free tickets!" |
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