Eleven years ago I became homeless for a short period after a massive argument with my step dad. Holding my pride I just wouldn't go back home, even though after only a few days I was starving. Late one night I saw two guys getting Kebabs from a shop. After their purchase, one of them put his Kebab down outside on the bonnet of his car. Rushing past I grabbed his food and went to run off.
I got about ten yards, before I was grabbed from behind and flung along the alley which separated the Kebab shop from another shop. Pushed and punched into the bins of the Kebab shop, I quickly had my trousers yanked down to my ankles and then had my boxers ripped off. Slapped on the back of my head, I was told I was going to get fucked and I very nearly feinted.
When the first guys cock entered me, I tried to scream out as it hurt so much. But he covered my mouth and carried on fucking me. He'd not used any lube only spitting on his cock, so it took some time to finally get all of his cock up my arsehole. On and on he fucked me pressing me into the bin, yet the more he fucked me, the more my arse got used to his cock being inside it. Just as I'd begun to enjoy the feeling of his cock up my arse, he came deep inside of me.
No sooner than he'd pulled out, and I'd tried to move, I got pushed back against the bin and had the second guys cock thrust up me. His cock was mush larger than his friends even though I couldn't see it, it was stretching my arsehole. Only my arsehole had gotten used to their cocks and I'd begun to really like the feeling of being fucked.
Hearing behind me the first guy telling his friend he'd wait by the car, he second man took hold of my shoulders and started to thrust more slowly, but deeper inside of my body. Eventually he wrapped his around my chest and shoulder, hugging me as he fucked me. Whispering in my right ear he began to tell me how much he was enjoying fucking my hole. And it was then I turned my head to tell him to fuck me harder.
He stopped for a second or two, looked at me and said "Knew you wanted it all along". Putting his lips to mine, he kissed me and then carried on fucking me. Totally voluntarily I kissed him back and felt a rush flow through me as I orgasmed spraying the bin with my cum. He heard my moans of desire as I came and fucked me harder. After a couple more minutes he slammed into me once more and came pumping his cum, adding his to his friends up my arsehole.
When he pulled out, I thought he might hit me again, instead he told me to get dressed then passed me a twenty pound note. Telling me to buy some food, I watched as he walked back out of the dark alley to his car.
I spent ten pounds on food and then walked around for a while. Sleeping in a park that night, I was going to spend the other ten pound on more food in the morning. About to exit the park I heard voice shouting "Hey you". Turning I saw the larger of the two men, the second guy to have fucked me the night before, walking towards me. Thinking I was in trouble again, I went to run, but he shouted over it was okay between us.
We sat and talked for over two hours in that park. It turned out he'd felt really guilty about hitting then fucking me. I told him everything about why I was homeless and where I'd stayed over the weeks without anywhere to live. That afternoon I took a shower at his home and ate one of the best meals in my entire life. That night I shared his bed and we had sex with him fucking me missionary in a more loving way at first. It didn't work for me sexually, so as we swapped position with him slowly thrusting into from behind, I told him to fuck me as he had the night before. I stayed with him for over a fortnight and each time he fucked me, I had him fuck me roughly and without cause to my comfort. And each time I came so hard and so intensely.
Eventually I worked out my problems with my step father, and moved back in. Every now and then for nearly a year I'd meet up with my fuck buddy for sex, but his work load changed and we regrettably stopped seeing each other.
I'm now married and have a relatively successful career. Even so once a month I meet up with men I meet off a hook up site, or when working down south I'll book a gay escort. Making sure the man I'm with knows I want to be fucked hard and dominated. I know it's a bi product of my first gay sexual experience, but it's one I'm now glad I had.