A gay sex stories: My Evolving Transition Ch. 06 My Evolving Transition Ch. 06 (The Park)
Introduction:
After being groomed and outed publicly as faggot, I fled. While away, I couldn’t resist the temptation of cock. I started experimenting to the extent that I had the urge to dress up a little bit girly but still manly enough and dressing up girly.
*If you don’t like a bit of violence or rape (Stop reading now)
Brace yourself this tale might be longer than the others.
**My first attempt at this story wasn’t passed or was reported, so here is another attempt, I tried to soften it a little:
The Story:
Rolling the dice
After another night at Zayne’s and a safe journey home, I lay on my bed.
It’s funny, back at school, I was like the super cool dude, and Zayne was my lackey. I also used to belittle anyone who acted slightly nerdy, girly, or queer, but now I’m that person. I couldn’t have imagined back then I’d willingly give up my soul, to become some dude’s bitch. Now he’s super cool and I’m his little bitch. School seems like a lifetime ago, and this is now. The worm of time has turned full circle.
I have changed from being a confident straight-edge type of guy to a bona fide queer in just over a year. Also, I was becoming less and less fearful of what people thought or of what I was becoming.
Maybe I always had it in me, but the big eye-opener was Tiffany, who introduced me to the joys of anal sex.
Two days passed since I was at Zayne’s place last. For the next few weeks, this was our routine, wait for Zayne’s Mom to go to work, get a text “Home” then “CIC”, then we would drink, smoke weed, and fuck until after midnight. “Home,” meant he was at home, and “CIC”, meant the coast is clear, or mom has gone to work.
To my knowledge, she didn’t know, or she kept it to herself.
So, for the last few months, I had been fucked regularly in the ass by Zayne, and in between I skipped town, and visited Jess. When I visited Jess, we would hook up and fuck several times a day, then go out to that same gay bar as before, later. We would frolic and hang out there.
I wasn’t the same cautious guy I was when I was there several months ago.
It was on this same getaway, that I started experimenting with make-up and growing out my hair. Not much at first, but enough to gradually feel comfortable with it.
Over the course of six months, I was no longer in denial that I was queer and loved cock. I think people knew I was gay or bi, by how I walked, acted, and by the clothes I wore, and now with the make-up.
At home, sometimes times I would be fighting with my patience and dress up early, waiting for Zayne’s texts.
I’d walk around the park during daylight, dressed like a girl. I’d chance my luck in darkness on my return. It usually was around 1:00 to 2:00 AM that I had to either walk thru the reserve and parklands or around it. I’d be dressed like a girl both ways but walking a little worse for wear on my return home, after an evening of gay shenanigans.
*
This very night/morning, I was walking home from Zayne’s place, with two to three loads of cum inside my ass. I redid my make-up and tied my now longer purple and blue hair in pigtails. Then put on my girly clothes, this time there was no mistake, they were girly clothes. I wore a tartan skirt, knickers, tan ankle boots, pinks sports bra, a denim vest, and my black beanie. Then, kissed Zayne goodbye, then started my trek home.
There I was oblivious to the world around me and buzzing on cloud nine, from smoking weed, drinking shots of vodka, and six hours of gay frolicking in Zayne’s company. I was a little bit worse for wear and acting like a girl, well I imagined I was.
For several weeks now, I had cut thru the park by where the thugs hung out, with no dramas. They saw me, watched me walk by, like a pack of wolves, but did nothing.
I had been mixing it up, by walking thru or around the park, depending on the time and how sore I was.
Today it was a bit later, about 2:45 AM. Although I knew it was stupid walking anywhere when it was dark and gloomy. Walking thru this park when it was dark and gloomy, was especially stupid and spooky. The park after dark, had a bad reputation for violence, animal attacks, and rapes.
I still took the risk and for six months, I had ridden my luck and walked the track, thru it. Also, going thru the park, and on that track cut twenty minutes off my journey home. At night, other than the thugs, there were owls, wolves, and wild dogs. I met none of them but heard strange noises and saw nothing.
After a trouble-free six months, I had become a little complacent and ignorant of the dangers within.
*
Today at 2:45 AM, there was a bit more fog than usual. I wished I had dressed a bit smarter, as it was cold now, and I was shivering. So, basically, I hugged myself while walking slowly, and as I walked my legs were closer together. I had started to get walking like a girl down to a T, and my butt would wiggle while I walked.
I had a hunch or a moment, where I had an instinct, that I should take the long way home today. I ignored it, as it was freezing cold. If I had carried money or a wallet or a purse, to carry my ID or cards, I would have caught an Uber or a taxi. I wanted to get home as soon as possible.
My pride and that little bit of manhood I had left in me, prevented me from thinking rationally.
So, here I was shivering but still buzzing from all the weed we smoked, a bit of the grog we drank, and all the sex we had, on the edge of the park. At first, I hesitated then proceeded to enter the park.
So, off I went, clip-clopping went my boots on the pavement and into the void of fog.
Within a minute or two of entry, I felt something was wrong. I realized that visibility was poor and the only lighting I saw was in the distance. My mind was starting to play tricks with me, and I swore, I heard a noise. I felt a sudden chill go down my spine, not from the cold but like someone walking on my grave.
So, I stopped and looked around as I sensed something was behind me. In dead silence, I saw nothing but started assuming a wolf was tracking me.
So, I cautiously my journey went on. After about another 30 yards, I swore I heard something and again I stopped and looked around. All I saw was fog and darkness. So, again I continued my journey.
I was heading straight to the illuminating light ahead, which was near the picnic and restroom area. Also, better lighting. Clip-clop I continued.
Then again, I heard a sound again, but this time it sounded more like birds or people whispering. Again, I turned to look, and again I saw nothing and heard only silence. Was it my mind playing tricks, with me yet again?
Why would there be people out, at this time of the morning, and in fog and in this reserve, at 3:00 AM?
So, I turned around to continue my journey when I heard snickering or laughter. Once again, I stopped and looked around behind me. It went dead quiet again. I then had to really look, and this time I could vaguely make out at least two maybe three silhouetted figures, thru the fog. Panic started to set in.
Now my heart started to pace, I was dressed like this, and something was following me. I thought about making a run for it, as I thought I was in a pickle, plus nothing good happens in any parks around the world, at around 3:00 AM.
So, then I decide to not wait and put some distance between myself and whoever was behind me.
The problem was, as I went to turn around and start to run, a near-naked female appeared from out of nowhere. I stopped on the spot, which was another bad move.
She gave me a stiff arm, then immediately followed up with a wild clothesline. Flooring me in an instant. I landed on my back and was stunned.
When I got to my senses back, the first thing I noticed was her leather calf-high boots and her torn-up denim skimpy shorts. Then as I looked up and noticed her opened vest jacket, which revealed her bare tits. Then, as I looked up toward up face, I snapped my head in shock. The woman in front of me was, Tiffany.
“Tiffany?” I said, looking up in shock. She had gone thru some sort of transformation since I saw her last, but then again so have I. My stalkers had finally caught up and were upon me in an instant and grabbed me by my shoulder and arms.
Tiffany was now sporting a new hairstyle, her old curls were gone and replaced with straightened jet-black hair with dark blue streaks thru them. She stood there with an angry duck-faced glare, with both hands on her hips, with one slightly slumped lower than the other. To me, she looked slutty as all hell, with dark lipstick and eyeliner. She walked towards me, her vest flapped open and revealing her breasts.
Wasn’t she cold? I thought as I looked down in embarrassment, I was freezing, and she was near naked.
Before I could do anything more or move, the two hooded dark-skinned guys held me. They twisted my arms slightly behind me, enough to make it feel like my shoulders were about to pop from my joints. A third guy soon joined us and forced my head up, so that I was staring up at her.
I was staring up at her tits and then looked into her eyes. Her gaze was full of hate as she looked down at me.
“Faggots, pay the toll,” she said. That’s when they dragged me behind the restrooms and shoved me to the ground, where it was darker. I sat on the damp grass, knowing too well I was in big trouble. They all started to remove their clothes, while a barely clothed Tiffany strutted up to me. She gave me a sick smirk, then squatted down towards me.
“I see you’re still on my pills, and they are working a treat,” She smugly said. Then I thought she was going to kiss me, but her expression changed, and she slapped the snot from my face. Her slap rocked my marbles, a little.
“Ok boys, he or she is all yours, and this one, loves cocks,” she said and buttoned up her vest, and strutted away. I watched her hips swagging from side to side until she disappeared into the fog.
It was about this time I was warned, if I scream or caused a commotion, I won’t leave the park alive. I could see three naked dark-skinned men around me, plus another arriving. Resistance was futile.
*
I had given up the fight and accepted my predicament when a large cock was slapping the top of my head. As I looked up at it, all I saw was a large set of balls and a large cock. I opened my mouth and accepted it.
Then one of the other guys crept up behind me while I had a cock inside my mouth and put me in some sort of submission hold. Even though I was already complaint and submitted.
I knew I couldn’t fight against them, four on to one wasn’t a battle I’d win. So, I was at their mercy or be damned.
In the meantime, the guy fucking my throat had a strong grip on my ponytailed hair. It happened to help him slide his cock in and out of my mouth, without any effort. It was so big it stretched open my mouth and jaw open, it must have been almost 9-10 inches long and it made it hard to get air into my lungs.
If it was hard to go down my throat, it will be even harder inside my ass, I thought.
The thug holding my head, released his grip because the guy fucking my head told him to. Then he decided to start taking my vest and my top and left me alone once I was down on all fours.
I quickly accepted my predicament and played their game. Soon, I noticed that there were a few more guys around than before, and they all had their cocks out.
While I sucked on cock, somebody, or somebodies, helped remove my knickers, then no sooner had that been done, that my skirt was flipped, and then I felt fingers groping and probing my ass.
One of them sat on my lower back and numbed it by bouncing on it like I was a fucking pony. On the plus side, he also gave me some warmth.
“What the fark?” the dude fingering my ass, said.
“Holy shit, this faggots been fucked already,” the dude fingering me, yelled out.
They just found out, that my ass had already been filled with Zayne’s cum. That’s when they all broke out in laughter.
Then, as if that was an open invitation, the group suddenly become eager, and like a pack of hyenas, those thugs circled around me. A fight broke out about who fucked me first.
I couldn’t do much about it.
Without any compassion, the cock in my mouth went wild and was now fucking my face like crazy. All I could do was drool, and gag, with tears running down my face. Laughter was all I could hear from these thugs.
It was only a distraction, for the guy finger fucking my ass, had now forced his fist inside me. That made my cock twitch. I knew for a fact that I was in for one hell of a fight to get home in one piece.
The guy fisting my ass started to move in and out, in a slow-moving rhythm. Tears run fluently as pain, humiliation, and constant gagging set in. With the big cock slamming in and out my mouth and a fist ripping my asshole apart, I just let it happen. At least another half dozen well-hung thugs watched and waited for their shot.
If my manhood had not already been taken some time ago, it would have today.
So, the guy fisting me really started pumping his fist inside me. I soon felt more shame, in front of all these men waiting for their turn. I was imagining what their big cocks would do to me when the guy fisting me made me cum. I had a cock face-fucking me, while a guy had half his arm inside my ass, with me squirting load after load, in front of a group of thugs.
It was all they needed, they now circled me like wolves, joisting amongst themselves to be the one to breed me first. It was like vultures fighting over scraps of rotten meat on a dead carcass.
“Oh, dude if you can take a fist, you can take my cock,” I heard someone snicker out loud.
“White ass faggot loves it, now take some of my juice,” the guy fucking my face growled at me.
Then in no time, he forced my head down to his groin and buried his cock inside my mouth, as it twitched and started to cum. I had no choice but to take it and swallow his nasty seed. Once he’d finished, he pulled out, and a few squirts splashed across my face and hair.
It was then that the arm in my ass was slowly withdrawn. It exited with a pop, as it did, I couldn’t help but let out a moan before then slumping down into the grass with a thud.
My ass was pointing skywards and my face downwards, as if praying to the Almighty. While in this position, I rubbed my tiny puffy tits, and erect nipples and panted and gasped for air before dry reaching, before snot, drool, and cum, flowed from my mouth. In one way, I felt relieved to be able to breathe again but I knew that this was just an intermission.
While catching my breath, they all mingled around, like guys at a B-B-Q.
*
I was left alone, as my mind raced back to memories about that New Year’s Party, Jess, and that gay bar, and then of Zayne.
As I tried to stand, I stumbled and instead slumped to the ground, and as I did, I let out a fart. I couldn’t control my ass, it all felt numb.
To them, it might have seemed a little reluctant, but in fact, I had accepted my fate. Truth be told, I had willingly accepted my fate, even before Tiffany had left.
*
Intermission was over, that’s when a guy entered my gaping ass with his cock and went about fucking me. It still felt numb, but it felt good and even made me feel turned on by how he simply saw me there, and bingo he just entered my ass. I was more compliant now than I ever had been before.
While the battle with the cock between my lips was over, I looked up and a new cock was now presented to me. I raised myself from the ground by grabbing the guy’s legs and clawing myself up, towards his cock.
The guy fucking me slammed into my ass and brought tiny groans and moans out of my dyspneic-like breathing.
While I began to stroke the cock near my head before getting comfortable and grabbing a hold of his hips. I licked his cock like ice cream before taking a deep breath, then I took a gulp and inside my mouth it went. From there I went about taking his cock down my throat while enjoying my ass thumping.
By now I think the wolves around me knew that I was a fanboy for cock, and not the captive they thought I was. I was in awe of all these dudes and their big cocks, they all made Zayne’s and Jess’s cocks look irrelevant in comparison.
With all these cocks about me, I was on my knees cock watching. Then the guy in my mouth grabbed my hair and went about full-on face-fucking my head I knew I was going to have more cock, as my eyes rolled back inside my head in pleasure and admiration.
His pubes brushed my nostrils, making me snort, and brought me back from whatever I was thinking. It made me stop thinking about Zayne and Jess.
I was left a mess, drooling from my mouth and snot seeping out from my nose, my eyes were running as I fought off the temptation to pull the cock out of my mouth, and to sneeze.
He sensed I was struggling and withdrew slightly, which allowed me to suck in some oxygen into my lungs.
So, for the next five minutes, he would face-fuck me into oblivion, then he’d withdraw slightly, and let me lick his cock like an ice cream. Then bang, he’d gain control, and back to giving my throat a cock scrub. This went on until he started to cum.
Then, the head of his cock went deep down my throat briefly, before pulling out a bit, before slamming in deeper three more times.
“That’s it, swallow like a good little faggot,” the thug fucking my face smugly said.
I did as he ordered, and I took a mouth of his cum before he withdrew his cock, and he splashed a few squirts of cum over my face.
Then I swallowed the contents in my mouth and licked my lips, before licking his cock once again like ice cream on a hot day.
That’s when I couldn’t help myself and I let out a big sneeze, and all sorts of nasty stuff went flying from my mouth and nose. My mouth was left alone while I battled with my sinuses. Then, in no time at all, I cleared out my nose and coughed up phlegm, as I gasped for air.
So, here I was, with a cock continually slamming into my ass, each time making me wince, while I gasped for air. My eyes were on the bigger prize, which was on the big cocks that were around me.
There was a stack of thugs standing around me and shaking their cock around. Then one of these thugs lost his patience and soon walked to my side and made me stroke and play with his large black cock.
Then another man threw a rag on my head. I stood up in a kneeling position and wiped my face with it while jacking off a cock and taking one in the ass.
Then that same guy presented me with his and started jacking him off as well.
There I was with a cock in each hand and a cock in my ass and loving the attention. I fought back moans, from the sensation from my ass. In no time I had the two cocks in my hands, glistening with pre-cum and sloppy, like bars of soap.
“Oh, oh, yeah, fuck yeah,” the guy fucking my ass grunted with each hard thrust. He was now pumping in and out of me, like a machine, leaving me moaning uncontrollably like a banshee.
I was surrounded by cocks, while my now flaccid cock was flopping around all over the place like a ragdoll.
I was so horny I had forgotten where I was.
Then the guy fucking me reached under me and started to rub my balls, I had no notion of what was going on. Then he sunk his cock deep in my ass and left it there, while he rubbed the head of my cock and slowly stroked.
After a few times, one of the other dudes took over.
He went back to slowly grinding his cock in and out of my ass. Before, picking up the pace again and fucking me harder. I was lost in my own self.
The guy stroking my cock did so, slowly, and methodically.
I was left gasping and moaning, it felt so strange, that in front of all these guys, I wasn’t worried about moaning like a bitch.
“Oh god, I’ve fucked a bunch of pussy bitches before, but none that felt so good, your ass was made for breeding,” the thug fucking me, complimented, as he kept fucking.
The dude jacking me off was bringing me to the verge of cumming. After a few more seconds I did just that and explode.
“Oh, oh, oh god,” I moaned, as I shot my load. I was still sighing with pleasure when a cock entered my opened mouth. I then noticed a few dudes around me watching me.
Just seeing them, made me feel exhausted.
I didn’t have much time to dwell or process anything, as the guy fucking my ass suddenly started to go to town on me. He fucked me deep and hard, I tried to match his momentum by now pushing my ass back into him in tandem.
Then I had to refocus as the more he fucked me the more I pined for it. Any exhaustion or shame was forgotten.
*
There I was sucking cock and stroking any I could get my hands when suddenly, I forgot myself. I was enjoying the attention and the pleasures of all these cocks. I was obsessed with cock, with one inside me, and one that I was chowing down on.
There I was being crowded by guys, watching me, waiting for their turn, while slowly rubbing their cocks in my sight. Like a greedy dog, I was thinking about the next bone or cock, while working on the ones I had.
I was running on sheer adrenaline and on autopilot and masking tiredness, guilt, and pain. Cock was my distraction.
Then my focus was soon broken.
“I’m going to fill your guts with cum, whether you like it or not,” the dude fucking me growled. “Eerrgghh, fuck, fuck yeah, take that you faggot bitch,” he grunted and snorted.
He continued slamming into me even after he’d stopped cumming, until there was a sloppy sound with each thump in and out.
When he finally withdrew, he staggered out and shoved his mate out of my mouth, before then forcing his cock fresh from my ass, into my mouth.
As it entered between my lips, after a brief intermission, I went back to work on the cocks in my hands. My ass was vacant and left wide open, spasming, with cum slowly trickling out.
The guy freshly fucked my ass withdrew his cock from my mouth, and his mate returned his. I had no shame in letting a bunch of strange thugs fuck me, left, right, and center.
We can thank Tiffany for that.
Before I knew it the dude whose cock was in my mouth now started to face fuck me to hell. It was so rough, that I was left gagging on his cock. What felt like several minutes, the mauling was probably only for 30 or 40 seconds. He had cum down my throat, and I was left gagging and almost blacked out.
I looked like a right old mess with cock juice and saliva trickling from my mouth.
Someone then shoved him, and it had an impact on the cocks I was gripping hold of, as I slump to the turf. Largely due to those cocks being slippery from precum juices and of me briefly losing consciousness.
I had a brief respite before the next two hours, every single one of the thugs had a go at making me a sperm bank.
So, my face and ass were filled with the cum by all these thugs, then I was left in a heap. I was spent and was barely coherent, as I lay face down and trying to catch my breath.
There I was on the grass, naked, cold, and tired.
*
It seemed to be over, as I was left dry-reaching, and vomiting buckets of cum and other crap onto the dirty grass. Then I tried to get to my hands and knees, with saliva dangling from my mouth but stumbled.
Out of nowhere that towel or rag, was tossed at me and landed on my head. I rubbed it over my face chin a chest.
*
The Big Boss-man:
After I had cleaned myself up, I looked up and saw that Tiffany was back. She wasn’t alone. In her arms was a very large black man. At first, I thought it was Shaquille O’Neal with prison tattoos.
He was much bigger than all the others and looked like a bouncer or an enforcer.
All the others gathered around him, while Tiffany stood there with her arms crossed, like a schoolteacher, tapping a foot, and glaring at me. Then the pack dispersed. That’s when the giant made a B-line to me.
I was scared, shivering, and worried, as he looked me over with a scoured look on his face.
Then he reached down and picked my body up by the scruff of my hair and raised me off my feet, like a dog or a cat. My face had a look of fear as he lifted me off the ground. My feet were dangling in the air. My hair felt like it was being pulled from the roots. As he made eye contact and held me there, my nose and eyes started to run.
“Heed my warning, you come thru our park again, you’re fucked,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Must pay the piper, coming thru here” he put one giant hand around my throat and released the grip on my hair.
“This park is BX9 territory, you are to do exactly what any of my crew say, no matter what,” “You are to dress like a bitch, and check the area for my crew.” “If none of my crew are about, go inside the shithouse, take off any of your underwear, and wait 15 minutes,” “If no one comes, then leave your knickers on one of the taps, as proof, then you’re free to go,” he barked my stipulations.
“You got that?” He said shaking me like a ragdoll. I blinked a yes, then he paused and stared into my eyes.
Then he simply released his grip on my scalp and let me drop, like yesterday’s trash.
He then went and said something to Tiffany and then sat on the picnic table. Tiffany then looked at me with a smirk, her arms crossed.
I felt embarrassed and degraded as I was crawling like a dog, on my hands and knees. Then once I was on my feet, I felt woozy before I searched for my clothes.
Once I found them, I tentatively got dressed and started my walk home, slowly, and gingerly at that. As I walked, my arms crossed to my chest, and slowly walked with my legs together, as I was shivering from the cold.
Smitten, I stupidly looked back at him one last time.
(To be continued…)