When I was twenty, I was walking along the part of town where therewere porno bookstores, x-rated movies, topless dancers and stripjoints. I had had a few homosexual encounters already, but they wereall with men I had met in gay bars and gone home with. One of these had been a black man in his thirties, who taught me a lot about giving blowjobs by telling me exactly what to do--to take it deeper, to speed upor slow down, etc., so despite my relative inexperience, I gave prettygood head.
As I was walking along, a car slowed way down and followed me for awhile--I didn't look back. After a few moments they drove on. But thenthey must have gone around the block, because they came back. This timethe car slowed almost to a stop, the passenger's side window rolled down and a guy about my age said, "Come here--we want to talk to you." I turned aroundto look at him and they stopped. He had brown hair that was cut long the way they used to do during the 1970s. He had heavy eyebrows over clear brown eyes and a smile that was almost a smirk, and that gave him a slightly contemptuous air. There was him and the driver, a short, stout guy with a moustache in the front seat, and another guy in the back seat. They were all looking at me hungrily. My heart was pounding. I walked overto the car and bent down to the window.
The guy in the passenger's side was sporting a hardon, visible as abulge in his jeans which he rubbed provocatively. "My buddies and me,we were looking for some back-seat action..." he said with that sadistic smirk. I got the picture. Although I knew I probably shouldn't, and my voice quavered with fear, I asked them if they'd like some good head, and they opened the back seat door and said, "Hop in.".
I knew when I got into the car that anything could happen. They mightvery well beat the shit out of me, or even kill me. The fear added tothe excitement and gave the scene a real edge.
As soon as I had gotten in, they sped off. The guy in the back seatnext to me was very long legged and and had a really pockmarked face,with buck teeth and eyebrows that had almost met in the center. Histrousers were tented. "Unzip it," he ordered in a voice surprisinglydeep for a man so young. I unzipped it and pulled it out. "Suck it." hecommanded with an authoritative tone, as if he was not sure if I'dactually do it if he didn't say it firmly enough. So I bent over in theseat, grabbed his dick with my hand and started sucking just the head,while my hand pumped his shaft up and down. He moaned.
Soon the car came to a stop, and looking up, I could see we were in adeserted parking lot not too far from where they had picked me up. The scene was dimly lighted by a lamp post on the other side of the lot. The guys in the front were now bending over the seat to watch me suck their buddy off.
I decided to kneel down between his legs as he sprawled out over theback seat. I took my shoes off, so I would be more comfortable. The guyin the passenger's seat asked me lewdly, if I always took off my shoes(as if I did this kind of thing regularly).
As I got to suckinghim serious, the guys in the front were were saying stuff like, "Doit!" or "Suck it good!." Laughing about it, making comments to eachother. I asked theguy I was sucking if I could lick his balls for him. "No," he said,"I'm not into the whole gay thing," This is the first time I had everhad sex with a man who didn't identify himself as gay, which made mefeel somewhat afraid and excited and at the same time ashamed of myhomosexuality.
"I'll let you kiss my nuts," promised the guy in front, followed bychuckles. The ugly guy's dick was about seven inches long and was rockhard. I jacked it with one hand while I sucked on his cockhead. Thereis something humiliating in sucking an ugly man's cock for him. Youknow that he doesn't probably get girls very often, and it makes thesuck job feel real low and vulgar, like you're doing this guy who thechicks have rejected. I kept bobbing up and down, slurping it up,gagging on it. Before long, the guy was breathing hard and his dickswelled in my mouth. "Bitch," he said under his breath. His legs tensedup and then he shot a big load deep into my mouth and throat.
"Swallow!" commanded the guy in the passenger's seat, and I did as I was told. "Alright!" he exclaimed, laughing.
Although the whole blowjob took only about two or three minutes, I hadworked up a real sweat bobbing up and down on his rod. "Now do Jimmy,"the guy in the passenger's seat said.
So the guy I just sucked wiped himself off, zipped up and he got outand the driver, a short guy, got in the back seat, while the homely guygot in the driver;s seat. The stocky guy seemed real nervous. Heunzipped and pulled out a stiff, short, thick cock. I could take it allthe way in all at once, and so I deep-throated him. He grabbed and heldmy head with both hands,while he face fucked me. His dick was shortenough that this didn't gag me and I could really take it good. Hepounded away at the urging of his buddies and shot in less than aminute.
Finally, it was the guy in the passenger's seat's turn--he jumped outand got in the back seat from the right door, while the short guyexited by the left door and resumed his position in the driver's seatwhile the long legged, homely guy pushed over to the front passenger'sseat--then they both turned around to watch.
This last guy was clearly the "boss" and it seemed to be his idea ofpicking up and then using a fag this way--real shameful, realdesperate, real young--the kind of thing that they would each probablybe ashamed of the next day. He went last because he was the dominantone, and was looked up to by his buddies--I bet neither of them wouldhave ever done anything like this without his instigation.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled his pants down almost to hisknees and told me to kiss his nuts, which I did immediately and withenthusiasm. He was not unmoved by this shameful submissive display. Ithen sniffed out his crotch, real queer-like, and he said, "Yeah, sniffthose balls" and then added, under his breath, "faggot!" I told him Iliked to be called names, and then he became really verbally abusivewith me, calling me a cocksucker, calling me a queer, calling me ahomo and shit like that. His buddies also chimed in and soon I hadsuccessfully created an abusive pack mentality--three horny straightguys using a masochistic homo for kicks.
I began to feel that hot flush that fear and shame aroused in me in thepresence of a dominant, sadistic other. The dynamics of abuse just mademe more submissive and masochistic. He took a hit of poppers andstarted saying stuff like, "What makes you so queer? Huh?" He handed methe poppers, I took a good hit, then I confessed all kinds ofhumiliating shit, that I was all queer for his cock, that I wasn't aman at all compared to him, that I was a worthless cocksucker that wasgood for just one thing--sucking dick. The guys in the front seat hadpulled out their dicks and were masturbating themselves as they watchedtheir sadistic buddy using and humiliating a fag.
At one point, he pulled me by the hair off from sucking his dick, then bent down and spit right in my face. Then he slapped me and pushed my head back towards his cock, which I sucked up eagerly to show him whata submissive fag I was.
It took him about fifteen minutes before he came. He masturbated himself and shot off in my face while I was sniffing out and being allqueer for his nuts.
The other guys who were masturbating each came again, too, right after their buddy. Finally, I came too and they liked seeing me come from stimulating myself (none of them had touched me except to slap me).
When they were through with me, they dropped me off where they had picked me up.