When I think about that night, when I think about being used by that cop, about being raped by the side of the road, you know what I think about first? It’s usually not the taste of him when I first took that plumb shaped head into my mouth. And it’s usually not the feeling of being bent over the car with my hole exposed to him. It’s not even the feeling of his cock first splitting me open. Invading me. No, usually the first thing I think of is Sarah. Her eyes fluttering between open and closed. Her mouth agape. Her head thrown back. Sarah in the middle of what looked like the most explosive orgasm of her life.

How do you process that? How do you process being raped in front of your girlfriend? How it felt? That mixture of powerlessness and shame and…those other feelings. The arousal. The…need. It shocked me when I first felt my body betraying me. My cock stiffening while he fucked my mouth. The precum oozing out of me while he fingered my hole. The way I came for him while he fucked me. Right there on the car. Right in front of Sarah. How do you process the fact that when it ended, when he’d finally pumped his load into me and pulled himself out of my body, there was a part of me that didn’t want it to end? That felt empty without that huge cock inside of me.

And how do you process Sarah? Sarah who sat there while it happened, her breasts exposed to this deviant. Who’s eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock. Who started playing with her nipples while he raped my mouth. Who must have started to play with her clit while he had me prone over the hood of our car. Who fingered her pussy until she came while watching me get fucked by some stranger. While watching him pump rope after rope of cum into my asshole. Watching me coat the hood of our car with my orgasm.

What was she thinking? What was she feeling? I don’t know how to ask her. How to talk about it. All I know is that when I drove us home that night, she wouldn’t look at me and that I was sitting in a puddle of her juices. That that cop somehow made both of us cum. And that, deep down inside, there was a part of me that has just experienced the most erotic event of my life.

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The hot water feels good on my aching muscles as it cascades down my body. I’m at the gym. I’ve been going a lot lately. Everyday after work I have a choice: go home and try to avoid talking to Sarah about what happened or…just come here. Come here and work out until I’m so exhausted that all I want to do is go upstairs and fell asleep. The results of my choice are starting to be written all over my body. I’ve always been fit, but now I’m developing that hard lean physique that always felt just a little out of reach.

I let my head hang down into the spray, enjoying the water and watching it flow down my body. Over my ever more prominent abs. Over my cock. I shaved everything off down there two days ago. My cock. My balls. My ass. I don’t really know why. Maybe it was to feel cleaner after what I’d been through. Maybe it was to make it look different than the cock that had exploded with cum while I got fucked like a common whore. Or maybe it was to feel…sexier somehow. I don’t know. I do know I jerked off as soon as I finished. I know I fingered my hole. I know it felt good.

I also know that I’ve been attracting a lot more attention here since I’ve shaved. A lot of stray glances in the showers. A lot more conversations in the locker room.

As I stand there rubbing my sore shoulders I hear a voice behind me. “Hey. How’s things?”

I turn to see Brian. He’s been chatting me up the last couple days. Investment guy. My hight, but a little beefier. As I watch he pulls his towel off and turns a shower on across the room. I can’t help but steal a look at his hairy chest and stomach. His thick looking cock.

“I saw you really working those traps out there,” he says. “Must be sore.”

“Yeah, man,” I reply. “They’re killing me.”

“You gotta loosen them up a bit,” he tells me. “Here, let me help.”

I freeze as he walks over to me. His hands grab my shoulders. He starts to massage them under the spray off hot water. I tense up for a moment, but decide to go with it. I place my hands up on the wall in front of me. I lean forward and let the water engulf my head. It feels good. The water. His touch. I close my eyes and let it happen.

I feel one of his hands move around me and come to a rest on my stomach. “This’ll help me get a little deeper,” he says quietly as he pulls me into his massaging hand. I let out a soft groan as he works deeper into the muscle. That’s when I feel it. His soft penis rubbing slightly against my thigh. I stiffen up immediately.

“Relax,” he encourages me. I feel him again. He leans in and drags his cock against my buttocks. I feel myself begin to stiffen, my cock throbbing with my pulse. The water feels good against my member. I’m breathing heavier.

His cock is mashed against me now. It’s girth, definitely thicker now, is pressed against the crack of my ass. We’re carrying on the charade that this is still a massage, but I’m hard as a rock now. His hand starts to move back and forth against my stomach. Inching lower as it does. His fingers leaving my stomach…sliding over my freshly shaved pubis…

I gasp as his hand wraps around my 7″ cock. I feel a moment of panic and jerk against him. I pull my hands off the wall and start to try to peel his hands off me. “Stop. I…I have a girlfriend.” He holds me tight.

“Shhhh. It’s ok,” he whispers, his mouth right next to my ear. “It’s just us here. Let me make you feel good.”

His hand starts to slowly slide up and down my cock, jerking me off. I moan in his arms. I slowly return my hands to the wall in front of me. Behind me I can feel his cock. It feels fully erect now, throbbing against the crack of my ass while he jerks me off. He’s slowly sliding it up and down. I push against him. “That’s it,” he whispers to me. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

I don’t answer. He slides his other hand up and pinches my nipple hard. I gasp. “I asked if you feel me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I feel you.”

“What do you feel.”

“I feel you. I feel your hands on me.”

“What are my hands doing?”

“They’re…they’re jerking me off. Jerking my cock.”

His hand slides down from my chest. It finds my cock..circling the base…pulling the skin tight while his other hand keeps working me. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”

I hesitate before admitting, “yes. It feels good. So good.”

“What else do you feel.”

“Your cock. I feel your cock against me.”

“You like it, don’t you.”

“Yes,” I hiss at him. He pushes me forward. Both of his hands move to my hips and he starts thrusting himself against my ass. Spreading me with his girth. I moan out loud as I feel him rubbing against my hole. Then he pulls back and pulls me apart, looking at my freshly shaven hole.

“Lovely,” he states before sinking down to his knees. I stand there, hands on the shower wall, knowing that he’s looking at me. Inspecting me. I can feel his breath on me. Then I feel his tongue as he leans in and drags it over my tight asshole. I moan out in ecstasy.

“Oh, god.”

He starts kissing and licking me. He’s making out with my asshole. I feel his tongue probing me. Pushing against me. Into me. My legs are shaking. My cock is jerking obscenely in front of me. My body is on fire.

Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. My eyes dart to the entrance to the showers. There’s a man there. Younger. Thin and black. I’ve seen him before at the gym. He’s standing there naked with his mouth open in shock.

In my mind I’m pushing Brian off me. I’m saying something lame about how it’s not what it looks like. But in reality…I’m not doing any of that. In reality I’m standing there with my cock jutting out in front of me. With my mouth hanging open in some silent scream. With Brian’s tongue shoved up into my ass. Tasting me. Tasting my core. With my hand on his head, pulling him into me. A deep moan escapes me. The man seems startled by the noise and, with his mouth still agape, suddenly backs out of the shower.

“Oh, god,” I moan out. “Someone saw us. Someone saw you eating my ass.” I finally come to my senses. I pull Brian away by his hair and push him away from me. I stand there against the shower wall, gasping for air. I feel lightheaded. Like I’m on the edge of a panic attack. “I can’t…I can’t be doing this,” I whisper. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”

There’s a long silence, then I hear Brian chuckling dismissively behind me. Slowly I turn and look down. He’s sitting back on his knees with his hands behind him propping him up. I look him in the eyes briefly. See the big smirk on his face. Then I avert my eyes. Looking down, my eyes lock on his cock. His fat, erect, uncircumcised cock bobbing in front of his thick bush. The dark head sticking just slightly out of his foreskin. A drop of precum hanging from it.

“You like,” he asks knowingly, flexing his cock so it jumps in front of him.

“No,” I lie.

“Seems like you do,” he responds. His words hang in the air, as he waits for me to say something. I don’t.

“Well,” he says as he stands up in front of me, “here the deal. I’m going to go somewhere a little more private. Start stroking my cock. If you aren’t interested put on your clothes, go home, and see your girlfriend.” He takes a step forward. “But if you are interested…meet me in the steam room.” I flinch slightly as he gets close to me and whispers in my ear, “and I’ll fuck you like I think we both know you want me to.”

He reaches forward, grabs my cock and squeezes it. My mouth opens in a silent moan, which is when he leans in and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeply and then pulls away, turns and walks off. I’m left there gasping, with the taste of my first male kiss in my mouth.

At first my mind is a blank. All I can think about is that kiss. His hand around my cock. His lips on mine. I try to shake it off. I tell myself I have to go home. Go home to Sarah and forget all about this. Go back to my life and forget about the fact that I just let a man put his tongue in my mouth. In my asshole.

I start to walk towards my locker, but then…I stop. I look down at my cock, still rock hard in front of me. My eyes slowly look down the hall towards the steam room. The locker room seems empty now. I think we scares that guy off. Maybe…

I feel my feet moving before I’ve even made up my mind. I come to the glass door. Inside Brian is sitting there. His hand sliding up and down his slick cock. A bottle of lube on the bench next to him. His eyes are closed. I could still leave. I could still go home.

I open the door. He smiles and without opening his eyes just says, “about time.”

I’ve decided. I move rapidly across the small room, sink to my knees and before I can change my mind I lower my head and suck his cock into my mouth. For all my feeble resistance before, now there is no hesitation. No second thoughts. I love the sound of him gasping as I suck him. Love the taste of his cock on my tongue. Love pulling his foreskin back and tonguing the spongy head. Love the way he grabs my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. Love being used. There was a seduction to what happened in the shower. Not here. This is fucking. His thrusts are fast and hard. My sucking is desperate and wanton.

He pulls me up by my hair. I resist at first, refusing to pull my mouth off his throbbing cock, but soon he pulls me up on top of him. My legs are spread to either side of him. Our cocks are mashed together. Thrusting against each other. He kisses me and this time I fully return it. Our tongues are in each other’s mouths. There’s a desperation to it. A need.

His hands are on my ass. Holding me against him. His lubed up cock feels so good sliding up against mine. His hands are keeping me spread open. There’s something hot about feeling my recently tongue fucked hole so open and exposed. So available. He slides one hand towards it and slowly starts to work a finger inside of me. I moan into his mouth. I want to be fucked.

Without warning he pulls me off of him. “Turn around,” he orders. I do. I hear him squirting lube from his bottle. He’s working it onto his cock. Then I feel him push his lubed up fingers into my ass. I back into him. I want to be fucked how. I reach back and grab his fat, wet cock and hold it upright. He spreads me open as I sink down. When I feel his head I line it up with my hole and push down and out.

There’s a flash of pain as he breaks through my sphincter, but I don’t back off. I just slowly take him, inch by inch, all the way in. I don’t stop until I feel myself sitting fully on his lap, his cock twitching inside of me. I let out a long low moan as he bottoms out. For a brief moment I sit there with him fully inside me and think, “this is just heaven.” Then I feel him push me up until just his tip is in me…and then he slams me back down. I cry out, but if it’s in surprise, or pain, or ecstasy I cannot tell you. I love it.

I brace myself on his knees as he starts fucking me in earnest. My balls are slamming against his. My cock is waving in the air in front of me, drooling precum down all over us. His cock feels amazing. I lean back against him. His mouth moves to mine and we start making out while he fucks me. His hand grabs my cock and starts stroking me. It’s so good.

I honestly don’t know how long we stay like that. His cock in my ass. His tongue in my mouth. His hands working my cock or my nipples. But it’s amazing. It’s amazing how good it feels. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. The smell of our sex. The sound of our fucking. I’m in such a daze that I feel like time has no meaning. That I’m barely aware of our surroundings. That is until I see the steam room door slowly creeping open.

For a brief moment, there’s a feeling of panic. A feeling that I should take this moment to launch myself off of Brian and pretend this isn’t what’s happening. But I don’t. As soon as I think that another thought crosses my mind. No. I’m not going to do that. I want to be seen. I want to be see riding his cock. Seen pushing my tongue into his mouth. Seen with my obvious arousal jutting out in front of me. Seen like Sarah saw me. Being fucked. Taking pleasure from another the man. Loving it.

The door opens enough for me to see it’s the younger man from before. He’s still here. He’s looking at us. Watching. His eyes look intense. Maybe scared. But not looking away. He slides through the door and lets it slowly shut behind him. I stop making out with Brian just long enough to give him a slight nod. A look of permission. He undoes the towel around his waist and lets it drop. He’s hard as a rock.

He starts jerking off while he watches me get fucked. It’s…incredibly hot. He’s watching me just like Sarah did. Watching me get used. Only this time there is no rape. This time I wanted it and I knew I wanted it.

I push myself forward on Brian so than I’m holding my weight up with my hands on his knees. I start fucking back on him hard behind me. I want this college boy to see me in charge. To see me fucking, not just getting fucked. I want him to see how much I like it.

“Oh, that’s it man,” I moan out. My eyes are locked on the college boy. “It feels so good. So fucking good, Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me!” My mouth is open. My eyes are rolled back. I want my pleasure to be on display. “Oh god, keep fucking me. I want to be a whore for you. I went to be your slut.”

Brian is starting to moan out from behind me. He’s getting close. My on-looker stumbles closer. His hand is moving fast on his long black cock. I love the way he’s looking at me. Watching me. I love the lust in his eyes. Just like Sarah.

I reach out a hand a place it on his hip, pulling him closer. I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, licking the precum off of it. The boy moans out and thrusts hard into me. He can’t take it. He’s going to cum.

I pull him hard into my mouth. I want as much of that black cock inside me as I can get. For a brief moment I’m caught between these two thrusting cocks. One in my mouth and one in my ass. Both thrusting into me. Taking pleasure from me. Then he explodes.

I start jerking off furiously as the young man fills my mouth with his cum. He’s gasping. Thrusting. His legs are shaking. His cock is pulsing. Shot after shot of cum goes into my mouth, down my throat and eventually starts spilling out of my mouth and down onto the floor.

It’s too much. I lean back into Brian and scream out in ecstasy as cum starts to rocket out of me. I wish I could see what the boy sees. My hard cock launching volley after volley of cum out onto the floor in front of me. His own cum pouring out of my open moaning mouth. All over my face. My chest. My free arm wrapped around Brian’s neck as he keeps fucking me. Brian’s cock in my asshole. Straining. His balls pulling up tight against his body. That first contraction…

My orgasm triggers Brian’s. Before the cum has stopped oozing from my straining red cock, I can feel his start to jerk inside of me. He grabs my hips tight and holds me down. It takes seconds before I feel a warmth spreading inside my bowels. He’s breeding me. Filling me either his seed. “Yes,” I hiss out as he pulses inside of me, although it is probably drowned out by his intense orgasmic groans.

Near the end of his orgasm, Brian gives me a few last sharp thrusts and then falls still. I feel like I’m on the edge of blacking out. There’s cum everywhere. My eyes focus on the college boy. Our voyeur. His eyes have a touch of fear in them. Of shame. He starts to back out of the room. His heavy black cock swaying with his steps. Then he is gone.

Brian eventually grabs onto me and pulls me off of him. His softening cock sliding out of my abused hole. I feel his seed dribbling out of me as he places me on the steam room bench and leaves without saying a word. I don’t know how long I lie there, but eventually I pick myself up and, on unsteady feet, walk back to the shower.

The hot water cascades down my body, washing the cum of three men off of me. Getting me clean enough to go home. To go home to Sarah. To go home and try to figure out what comes next.