At the age of seventeen I thought I knew everything. I also thought I was tough. So when I took a short cut past a large building and then over a wide waste ground, I thought it would be a good idea to steal a bicycle which was parked outside the large industrial building. What I didn't figure on, was having two men chase me, catch me and knock me flying off the bike. I was dragged back the side of the building where lots of wooden pallets were stored. Thinking I was about to take a beating, I told them both to fuck off. I did receive a slap, but it wasn't the slap I now remember clearly as if it happened yesterday.
Pushed hard against the pallets, I had my clothing ripped off me in no time. Before I knew it, I was being held facing the pallets and had my arse cheeks pulled apart. The oldest looking of the two was telling the younger guy to fuck me and I tell you now, I've never felt so scared in my life. But I didn't have time to be scared, as my arsehole was speared by what felt like a hot poker being rammed up it. I was seventeen, athletic and to my mind a real hard case. Yet there I was with a guys cock up my arsehole and he was fucking me like a bitch. Even though I tried to move, to struggle against being fucked, believe me the guy holding me had more strength than two men.
I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was "Uhhhh" each time his cock drove into my arsehole. And before long the big guy holding me started to call me a bitch. He told me I was enjoying it, and that's why I'd tried to nick the bike, to get caught. It was no good me telling him to fuck off again, as I had absolutely no chance of getting out of the situation I'd created myself. So instead of fighting them, I gave up and in that moment, my arsehole relaxed and the pain disappeared. It was replaced by what I can only describe as a building orgasm up my bum. They both noticed I'd stopped struggling and the big guy told his mate "It's my fucking turn".
Holding me tight still, I was pushed over so I was lay sideways. Kneeling down next to but behind me, the big guy thrust his cock straight up my arse. If the other mans cock felt big up my bum, then his felt like his whole arm was up there. I was so full with his cock up my arse, I could hardly move and I didn't need at that point, holding down. Not giving me chance to get used to his size of cock, he began to fuck me hard. It began to hurt again but it was pain mixed in with a total feeling of wanting him to fuck me. My cock had become fully erect, something not missed by the younger man. And from then on, I became not so much someone being forced to have sex, but someone who wanted them to carry on fucking me.
And boy did they carry on fucking me. One cock was replaced by another over and over again until the smaller guy said he was cumming. He pulled out of my arse and his cock exploded all over my arse cheeks and lower back. I was by then on my stomach but arching my arse up to meet him. The larger guy instantly took his place but yanked me back up to face the pallets again. Stood up pushed into them, I was fucked like a rag doll as his climax built up. But he wasn't the only one to have his orgasm building. Before he shot his load deep inside my arse, I came all over the dirt floor beneath me, closely followed by his hot cum filling my bowels. As quickly as I'd been first entered, he pulled out, slapped me again and told me to fuck off.
As they went back to work, I sat naked on the ground trying to make some sense of what had just happened, and why I'd so much enjoyed being fucked. Grabbing my clothing I got dressed and was about to walk off. The elder of the two popped his round the huge metal door and told me "Nothing happened right, you didn't steal the bike and we didn't have fun with you", He paused before he showed me a very large iron bar. By the time his grin probably faded from his face, I was off and running.
And that was the only time I'd ever been fucked. That was until two days after my thirtieth birthday last month. My wife held a party for me on my birthday, and lots of people attended the hotels function rooms she'd booked. My whole outlook on life and myself had changed after being fucked, and my cocky self became more of a considered person. During the party, I heard a man say something which brought back the memory of being fucked that spring day. He said "Nothing happened right, no bike was stolen and no fun was had" I looked round to see a large forty eight year old heavily muscled man. His smile told me he knew who I was and what had occurred between us. It also said, I'd like to fuck you again.
We spoke for the first time. It was a bit awkward at first, but once I got know he wasn't a bad person, just someone who was pissed off at a young dickhead pinching his expensive bike, I warmed to his nature and his suggestion. And that suggestion was to meet him back at the hotel two days later. His pedal cycle had been replaced by a very large motor cycle when I met him at the hotel. I'd driven there in my car and knew the moment he suggested we fuck again, I'd be there. Over a two hour period spent in the hotel room with my biker friend, I learned not only do I now adore being fucked, but I've also got the very useful knack of being able to deep throat his cock. And with it measuring eight and half inches and really thick too, I can only say I was born to suck cock.
We've now met quite a number of times, as and when our married lives allow. In all including that time when I was seventeen, he's now fucked me over thirty times and each time it just gets better and better. We're not going to leave our respective wives and we're not going to declare ourselves gay. Who says you have to have a label, as we don't see it that way. We're two hard working guys, who just so happen to enjoy each others company sexually. He enjoys burying his cock deep up my arsehole, and I definitely love him giving to me. And long may it continue.