Once a few years ago my buddy and I vacationed in a borrowed motorhome with no exact destination in mind. We picked up a 15 year old hitchhiker (runaway, we soon guessed) . My friend, Chuck, and I were both horny and heading to a major city where boys were well known to sell their asses on the street for as little as a dose of crack cocaine. Timothy was kinda cute, maybe handsome in a way more than cute. He was tall and skinny as a rail with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and one of those wide mouths that I've always said were designed for sucking man cock. Even his ears were large, handles for face fucking. I suppose Timothy wouldn't have been our top choice of whore boy bought on the street if there were other more delectable specimens about. But not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Timothy would do to satisfy our immediate needs.--one way or the other. Neither of us had ever raped a boy before, nor had we conspired to rape Timothy if he wasn't a willing participant however, call it mental telepathy, we both knew that it wasn't out of the question and I found myself incredibly turned on by the prospect.
Chuck had pulled into a roadside rest area around 7pm with a beautiful lake view, that was where we would spend the night, only a few tractor trailer units were present, the drivers getting some bunk time. We sat outside, had several beer and lit the gas BBQ hauled out from the motorhome storage compartment. Hamburgers and hotdogs appealed to Timothy, whom I realized was starving.
It was rather humid that night, Chuck and I were dressed in only shorts and t-shirt, our shirts soon discarded. I was an avid swimmer, three nights a week at the YMCA more so to ogle the boys than for exercise, the two kinda came in handy I suppose. I was not bad looking for a man in his early forties, I could still turn heads in a gay bar and got my fair share of young men to come for sex. Chuck wasn't as fit, but he was handsome in a distinguished way, 10 years older than myself. Timothy was encouraged to remove his shirt, his torso white as milk, his arms dark as bronze that matched his face and neck. A thin treasure trail of dark hair led from his navel to inside his jeans where I was certain it flourished into a bouquet of short curly pubes. Timothy was getting better looking with each beer, that he kept up with me and Chuck in consuming. We chatted about everything, including sex as the darkness fell over us. Chuck and I never came right out saying we were gay, but Timothy would have had to be an idiot not reading between the ambiguous one-liners hinting that we were open minded. Timothy obviously liked girls, but never had one, and no, he had never fooled around with a buddy.
Without warning, I stood and shucked my shorts and shoes saying I was going for a late night swim. In no hurry , exposing my nudity complete with semi-hard cock to Timothy who gave me the once over, a look of shock on his face. Chuck followed my lead however, his cock was rock hard that he never tried to hide. I had see it many times having shared boys together in the past, seven solid cut inches as thick as a baseball bat hand grip and balls as large as a pony! Chcu was a bottom for good reason.
We egged Timothy on to join us before making our way into the cool water allowing him time to think about it and privacy to hopefully strip down. He came running into the lake minutes later wearing his blue underwear. I wasn't in the mood to play mind games any longer, I whipped down his undies ad off his feet and tossed them deeper in the lake. I then began some horseplay wrestling that led to groping him. He was soft, and small. Chuck joined in moments later, together we ravaged the frightened boy's genitals and ass cheeks. He became erect, perhaps not by choice, more out of stimulation. I placed his hands around our hard cocks, and without a word, my hands atop his that left no doubt that mutual masterbation was expected from the reluctant straight boy.He mentioned several times that he wasn't gay trying to remove his slender fingers from my firm grip. I found his balls and squeezed hard, showing him I meant business.
I think that when I mentioned his erect state saying that he must be enjoying things, he had no argument and self questioned his own state of mind in his semi-drunkenness. Chuck and I literally dragged Timothy into the motor home, thankfully the parking lot was empty and no one would hear his pleas for help, not loud, just that he wanted to get dressed and leave. Well, I was having no part of that telling him to realax, Chuck and I were going to make him feel real good if only he cooperated.
I held his legs to his chest in the bed while sucking him off. Meanwhile, Chuck ate his ashole, it wasn't my imagination when Timothy's cock suddenly got harder in my mouth. He would ever admit that he liked the sex, not did we ask. Chuck's finger found the g-spot inside the boy and twenty minutes later I was rewarded with a hefty load of sweet boy-cum. Getting him to suck my cock took a little persuasion warning him that if he bit me the grip on his hair would be nothing to the pain he would feel. I towered above him as he sat on the edge of the bed. inch by inch he gradually took it into his mouth. I am a great believer that all guys instinctively know how to suck cock, only a little cautionary mention of teeth and they were well on their way.
It had been many years since I last took a boy's virginity. With Chuck laying on the bed, Timothy between his legs reluctantly blowing a third of the monster-cock and jerking off the exposed shaft, his ass high in the air, I licked his tight virginal pink rosebud and the well proportioned pink balls hanging between the plump cheeks.Timothy was again erect I was happy to discover. All boys were horny beings, their sexual preference as they know it might be hetero, however sex was sex on a first time encounter, ad who they had it with became a non-issue, the regrets and shame came later.
Some people tell me I am cruel. I think I'm being kind. I greased my cock and on my knees found the
target.ad pushed into him. a good two or three inches can be gained before they realize what you are doing. Breaking through the one-way valve of the relaxed sphincter is key to gaining precious ground and sliding in with very little resistance thereafter. Timothy yelped, Chuck's cock fallig from hos mouth as he craned his neck to look back at me, a look of shock and anger clearly visible. He begged me to take it out ... music t my ears only adding more zest to bury my cock inside him as Chuck held him in place. His erection soon shriveled as was to be expected, Chuck retrieved his leather wallet from his shorts and shoved it in Timothy's mouth to bite on. He whimpered, tears streamed down his face onto Chuck's belly.
When I was spent inside him, Chuck and I adjourned to the kitchen for more beer leaving Timothy to wallow in shame, the hate on his face for me clearly displayed as was the hint of blood on my cock a sad reminder that I had raped the boy. An hour later he was dressing, despite being 4am, he left us. Not taking any chances that he would call the cops, we hit the road passing him with his thumb out, honking the horn and realizing who it was, he waved a fist in the air.
Do I feel guilty today? Yes. I truly believe that had we kept him around for a few more days he would have become a more willing participant. So I hope that answers the question that men CAN behave out of character thinking with the wrong head.