A gay story: Minnesota Bound
This is another rewrite… of the rewrite… of my original story, which I wrote back in the late 90’s… when there was, indeed, a rather active beach/ park along the Mississippi River where men used to hang out; sometimes during the day, naked, sunning in the sand dunes or in the tall grasses, naked, waiting… or on the woods path, naked, looking for… something….
Or even sometimes at night when the wife and children were out of town…
I was wearing my old work clothes – bib overalls, and sandals. Nothing else. I had left the side buttons open, exposing the top of my naked thighs. And one clasp of the overalls was hanging loose, so that the bib half hung down, leaving my hairy chest bare, my curly red hairs inviting, my nipples… available.
I was in a screened part of the woods where the men amble back and forth, sizing up passerby’s, either averting their eyes or trying to catch someone’s – and lead them to a more secluded spot for a tryst. I was ready for some hot man sex.
I confess that I craved cock to suck; to get fucked by… But I was also a happily married, respectable, church going man whose wife would probably divorce me; whose children would be horrified; and whose friends and fellow congregants would totally shun me, if they ever found out about my needs… my lusts…
But now, it was a Friday night and my wife and children had gone to visit my mother-in-law for a week during summer vacation. I figured that in this anonymous Minnesota Mississippi beach park where men prowl for sex on a hot, humid, July evening, I could try and satisfy my perverse desires.
But, on this night… I got more than I bargained for…
A man walked up to me and looked me over.
“You look really hot in those jeans,” he said, reaching out to caress my exposed chest.
When I smiled and offered no resistance, he reached for my bare nipples and taking each one between his thumb and forefinger, he applied pressure and pinched them, hard.
“Ooohhhhhh,” I moaned, pulling back slightly to further increase the sensual pain, my cock springing to life, stiffening with pleasure.
“Wow,” the stocky man said, amused, “You are hot.”
His fingers undid the other clasp of my overalls, dropping the bib down where it caught on my now stiff penis. I pushed it off, letting it drop to the ground leaving me naked and exposed. One of the man’s hands hand moved to my hard prick, bending it painfully below my red pubic hair, while the other torturously squeezed my stiff nipple. We were still standing in the middle of the path and a few guys had stopped and were watching this scene. I felt vulnerable, standing there unclothed, my raging hard on being manipulated by this guy’s fist while around me were fully clothed men enjoying my plight.
“UHHHhhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my knees buckled and my naked body collapsed against his clothed form in pleasure / pain.
I was turned on by his savage command of my anatomy, the abrupt nonchalance of the whole situation. My nude form was responding like a harlot in heat. I couldn’t help myself. My hands went to his crotch and I quickly unzipped him and pulled out his hard man meat. It was a big, thick cock, at least 6 inches around and probably about 8 inches long. I longed to have it in my mouth and I bent over to lick the head. He wiggled out of his pants as I lapped at his glistening cockhead. I took him in my mouth, feeling his large hardness with my tongue. Abruptly, he pulled me off of his prick by my hair.
“Ahhhhhh,” I gasped as he raised my head up, his other hand once more savagely squeezing my balls and cock shaft.
“What do you like to do?” he inquired curiously, enjoying my response.
“Whatever you like,” I panted.
“Let’s go over there.” He indicated a more secluded spot off the path.
His hand was still wrapped around my nuts and throbbing dick, so I stepped out of my overalls while he picked up his pants. Not releasing his grip, he led me naked to some nearby trees. There he shucked off his shirt until he was as naked as I was. I fell to my knees and once more and licked the tip of his large cock head, tasting its sticky precum, licking it clean. Giving myself over to my own raging horniness, loving the spectacle of servicing this naked stud in full public view, I took his solid shaft into my mouth.
“Yes, suck it!” he demanded and put one hand on my head, forcing his huge tool deep into my mouth.
I reveled in the feel of his fat dick filling my mouth. My own cock was trembling with lust and I ran my hands over his naked ass and thighs, savoring every spot where my naked body touched his, kneading his flesh, its tactile feel lending a luscious turn-on, adding hardness to my already aching dick. I fondled his nuts, losing myself in sensuality as my head bobbed back and forth on his impressive tool. I tried to suck him into my throat, stifling my gag reflex and I succeeded, burying my nose in his pubic hairs. The sensation of his hard dick in my throat was a sexy thrill for me as he grabbed my head and groaned his pleasure. I continued my mad fondling of his nuts, his body, as my throat grappled with his fat man meat, until I had to breathe and I eased back. Then he pulled me off of him, my mouth reluctant to let go his tool. But he pulled me upright by my hair again and my whole body shook at this indifferent abuse.
“Uhhnnnn,” I moaned at his cruel control of my passions as I rose to my feet.
He grabbed my jutting manhood and red pubes hard, and half pulled me around. With his thick pole, wet with my saliva, pressing against my leg, his other hand went to my ass. He roughly grabbed a naked buttock, his fingers obscenely lodged in my ass crack – probing at my unprotected anus. Then I gasped as he simply shoved two fingers into my hole, lubricated by only our pre-cum and my saliva.
“UHHhhhhh,” I moaned as my hips shot forward, my asshole clutching at his invasive fingers.
“Yeah…” he said with pleasure, “You’re all ready for me, aren’t you?”
His fingers continued to twist and maul my anal orifice as he added more spit, trying to widen the tight opening as his other hand persisted in savagely manipulating my cock and balls. Fuck! His fingers in my asshole were painful. It had been a long time since anyone played with my practically unused ass cunt.
“Ohh, oh, ohhhhh, AHHhhh,” I babbled, the sensory output from my abused hole and his grip on my genitals whiting out every other thought or feeling.
“I want to fuck you,” said my subjugator. “Now!”
“nnnoooo… I don’t knoooww…” I whispered as he bent me over against a tree.
He opened my ass cheeks with his hands as he guided his cock to my puckered anus. I felt him press into me, stretching my opening with the huge head of his cock.
Oh my God! The pain was intense! My mind was flooded with thoughts – Why do I do this to myself? God, No. This was a mistake. I can’t… His oversized cockhead tried to force itself into me, expanding my tight asshole ring painfully wider and wider to the point that I felt like he was tearing me apart. FUCK! My asshole was too small. He was too rough. I had to stop him!