How I went from paying shemale hookers to becoming a tranny fucked by men.
Recap: while my French wife is at work in Paris I go on bike rides to the forest and discover a quiet area where gay men and trannies meet to have sex. I am naked, on my knees and sucking an older guy’s cock when a male passer-by is invited to join in.
The newcomer was an even older guy, at least 65, with thinning white hair and a trimmed beard. He looked lean and fit for his age and he was jerking an impressive 8ins erection while walking towards us.
I turned my attention back to the cock in my mouth. It had been a few months since I gave anyone a blowjob but I remembered the first rule: keep your teeth out of the way. I worked on getting as much of the seven circumcised inches into my mouth as I could manage, trying hard to overcome my gag reflex. For me there’s a fine line between enjoying having someone’s man-meat in my mouth and feeling like I’m about to drench it with a liquefied version of the last thing I ate. I was determined to stay on the right side of that line.
While the first guy pumped in and out of my mouth I reached up to massage his hairy chest and nipples with both hands. Then when the second guy got close enough I reached out my right hand and started jerking his cock. He was uncut like me and his tool had a pronounced upward curve.
With seven inches in my mouth and eight inches in my hand I felt horny and exhilarated by this forest adventure. But I had a strong feeling that both of these guys were mainly tops and they would be expecting to fuck me in the ass. My previous tries at being an anal bottom had not gone well and I had more or less decided not to do it again.
I wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. I certainly didn’t feel any urge to fuck these guys in the ass, I was afraid of the pain and mess if I tried bottoming again. But I did want to keep on playing. I decided to go with the flow, whatever that might be. Meanwhile, the second guy stripped off everything except his shoes, then knelt down alongside me and started teabagging the first guy’s balls while I took care of the cock.
Before long this two-pronged attack began to pay off and an orgasm was clearly imminent. The first guy yanked his cock out of my mouth just as it started to throb. He climaxed with a mighty grunt and shot a bucketload of seed all over my face. It got into my hair and my eyebrows. My nose, mouth and chin also took a hit and I didn’t close my eyes quickly enough to avoid a gobbet of spunk that glued my left eyelids together.
“Sorry Eric. You’ve tasted enough of my cum over the years,” said the first guy to the second one as his breathing returned to normal. “I gave it all to the new guy.”
“No problem Kevin” said the older man. “I’ll get my share like this.” He started to lick the cum off my face and swallow it down. I quickly used my tongue and fingers to shove some into my own mouth before he had lapped it all up. I love the taste of spunk.
“Please to meet you, Kevin and Eric,” I said. “My name is Harry.”
“Enchanté,” replied Eric, reaching out to shake my hand in an oddly formal gesture given what we had just been doing. “Do I detect an English accent?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “You two are old friends, I presume?”
“You could say that,” said Kevin, and they both laughed. I didn’t know what the joke was.
Kevin went over to a nearby tree and rummaged in a small leather bag that was leaning against its trunk. He came out with two small bottles, one in each hand.
“And now, Monsieur Harry, Eric here is going to give you the best fuck you have ever had in your life. Then I am going to fuck you too. You are a lucky boy.”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “I never liked being fucked when I tried before.”
Kevin shot me a filthy look. “Don’t you dare be a prick-tease,” he said. An edge of menace crept into his voice. “You dropped your shorts without question and that’s all the consent we require.”
“Do you have condoms,” I asked, resigning myself to being their fuck-toy.
“Condoms? Pfff!” said Eric. “Real men don’t use condoms.”
“Certainly not,” said Kevin. I want to get sloppy seconds after Eric has filled your ass.”
“Be reasonable,” I said. “This is not fair on my wife. If I let you fuck me that’s my concern, but we don’t use condoms at home and this puts her at risk.”
“Pffff!” said Eric once again. “You think we care? Stop fucking her if you’re so worried.”
“If you don’t want to be fucked try making a run for it through the woods if you like,” added Kevin with a malevolent smirk. “We’ll catch you in 10 seconds and rape your ass. That will be fun for us. Maybe not for you.”
He walked towards me and grabbed my cock. It was rock hard and his touch took my breath away.
“Listen to what your body wants, not your brain,” he hissed into my ear. “Your body wants to be fucked and your brain will want it again and again once you have been fucked by real men.”
He gestured towards Eric, who was stroking his eight inches and staring straight at me. “See how his erection curves upwards?” asked Kevin. “You’re going to lie on your back and get fucked by it. That way his beautiful curve will hit the spot inside you. It is guaranteed to send you to paradise. It happens every time with Eric.”
His extravagant promise reminded me of something and I mentioned it out loud. “What, send me to paradise like a Muslim suicide bomber thinks he’s going to paradise?”
Kevin snorted. “No, you English idiot. You’ll just like how it feels a whole fucking lot.”
In a final attempt to defy their insistence (and my own mounting excitement) I tried one last plea. “But I didn’t prepare to get fucked,” I warned them. “It could be messy.”
“We don’t care,” said Eric. “And if you mess up our cocks you can lick them clean. Now shut the fuck up and get down there.” He pointed at a collection of our clothes which he had spread out on the sandy forest soil. “Lie on your back, put both of your legs in the air and hold on to your ankles with both hands.”
Oh what the hell. I had decided to go with the flow and getting fucked like a girl on my back seemed to be the way things were flowing. I did as he said and Kevin immediately got to work lubing up my asshole. He put a large blob on Eric’s cock then handed me the poppers bottle.
“You know what these are for?” he asked.
“Of course. I hate the fucking smell but I need all the help I can get.”
I opened the lid and took a long sniff of the fumes. People who have anal sex sniff poppers to loosen their muscles, including the ass-ring. They apparently make some people super-horny, too. I had never noticed this effect but I’d always been super-horny already.
I put the bottle on the ground next to my head and grabbed my ankles with my hands as instructed. Suddenly Eric was right in my face, in a press-up position between my legs. His cock had found its mark at the first attempt and I could feel it slot into place right against my hole. Then he started pushing. Oh fuck, it hurt. Every time I’d tried anal in the past I’d cleaned myself out then practised with a big vibrator. It had been more than six months since anything had penetrated my ass and it seemed determined to resist the invasion by flooding my brain with pain signals. I cried out again and again.
“No, stop! It’s too much. Too much pain. I can’t do this. I can‘t. I can’t. Stop! Please take it out!”
“Shut the fuck up!” repeated Eric and thrust into my ass with a huge push. I felt his cockhead burst inside, bringing the pain to a new and unbearable crescendo. But before I could cry out, he clamped his mouth over mine and started French-kissing me so forcefully it was like he was trying to lick my tonsils.
Two random thoughts briefly took my mind off the pain. The first was that I‘d never French-kissed anyone with a beard. It was scratchy as hell. The second was when I made a mental note to look up the French expression for French kissing. The answer when I checked later was “un baiser amoureux” (a lover’s kiss). How boring.
Back in the real world, Eric was now ploughing into my ass with the vigour and energy of a man half his age, inching a little further inside with every thrust.
“Oh my god, you’re so tight!” he gasped. “It’s fucking sensational.”
For me the pain was beginning to fade but so far I hadn’t felt anything special from his fabled upwards curve. Oh, hang on. Wait… oh… ooh… ooooh… fucking hell. Yes I was feeling it. The tip of his cock had just hit a small patch of receptive terrain deep inside my ass that liked this kind of stimulation very much indeed.
Very soon a feeling of extreme, intense pleasure was the only sensation that my brain and body were aware of. The pain vanished. The scratchy beard meant nothing. I could no longer feel my hips being battered into the ground. All I could feel was bliss. All I could feel was paradise. As the wave of pleasure continued to build I had a sudden terror that I was about to unload a torrent of sloppy shit all around the invading cock, but then I remembered that this was what a prostate orgasm feels like and, by way of confirmation, my untouched cock began to pulse with jet after jet of jizz in streams that reached as far as my chin and soaked Eric’s chest hair.
Even after the spunk stopped flowing, the feeling of pleasure kept on building until I reached a state of delirium where nothing existed except my lower body and the upward-curving cock that was giving it these amazing sensations. But nothing lasts for ever and after a few more minutes I could tell from Eric’s heavy breathing and the increased pace of his thrusts that he was building to his own crescendo. Sure enough, he began to fill my ass with man-juice in a series of slow but forceful thrusts. No one had ever cum in me before and it was the weirdest feeling, like a warm enema but with added euphoria.
Finally, his cock left my ass with an audible plop and I began to feel the cum trickling out. Before I had even begun to come down from my state of ecstasy, I was grabbed by the hand and pulled to my feet. I had almost forgotten that Kevin was there watching and wanking. Now he was pushing me over a long low tree branch so my ass was sticking in the air.
“My turn!” he said and before I could utter a word his hard cock was pushing inside me. My ass was now so well lubricated with cum that I felt barely a flicker of pain.
“I don’t have a nice curving cock like Eric,” said Kevin. “But no one will ever fuck you harder than me.”
Then he started pounding me so hard I thought the branch would surely break. Either that or my hip bones. It was astonishing how forceful he was thrusting, holding on to either side of my ass and slamming me with relentless aggression.
As my eyes began to regain focus I looked up for the first time since I had been fucked and was shocked to see an attractive woman, tall, slim, blonde and probably in her 40s, standing about three metres away from me. She was filming the action on her phone.
“Bravo boys!” she said when she realised I had seen her. “This is the best scene yet.”
I heard Eric speak from behind me. “Harry, meet my daughter Brigitte. Kevin is her husband.”
To be continued in Part 4.
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