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My First Real Gay Experience
Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: billy69boy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
absentmindedly playing with my erection. "Oh, I see it finally woke up!" he laughed and sneered at my ineptness. "Well, now you can jerk off if you want," he snorted scornfully, as he unlocked the door and left abruptly. So that's what I decided to do. After all, I reasoned, I deserved to get my rocks off, considering all I had just gone through. I decided to use one more dollar, and proceeded to give myself a well-deserved wank. And then I heard the soft yet unmistakable tap tapping on my door. Annoyed, I figured my rude fuck buddy had forgotten his wallet or his keys or something, so I opened the door abruptly. To my surprise, it was the night clerk. "We're closed," he announced sheepishly, as he stared at my hard-on. "It's four o'clock, and we're closed from four to six on Sunday mornings, so we can clean the place up," he explained. Holy crap, I thought: it's already four A.M.? I hurried to stuff my erection inside my shorts, as the clerk stood waiting politely. "I've been standing outside your door for a while now," he explained slowly. "I couldn't help hearing what was going on. It was pretty hot, I have to say." With that, the lights slowly started coming on, and my eyes were having a hard time adjusting. The clerk went on: "Are you interested in coming into my office in the back?" he offered. Considering my cock had finally gotten hard, and then I was rudely interrupted, I figured it was my best chance to get ... some satisfaction, so I nodded my assent. I followed him down a now well-lit hallway to an unmarked door. The clerk took out a huge set of keys and unlocked the door. He entered, and I followed close behind. The room was dark. As I stood waiting for him to turn on the lights, I felt several strong hands grasping my arms, while other hands stripped off my shorts. I panicked a little, and struggled against the dark unknown, to no avail. All of a sudden, the lights went on, and I looked around desperately as I was held tightly and led over to a sex swing mounted in the middle of the room. In no time, I was lying on my back, bound to the swing, my legs tied back, and my arms bound tightly and tied underneath my body. My head dangled, unsupported. I looked around, puzzled how it was possible to have been placed in such a compromising position almost effortlessly by…by who? Or rather by whom? "This is my cleaning crew," the clerk volunteered, grinning. "I try to provide them with some entertainment before they start work." He walked out and closed the door behind him. Holy crap, I thought to myself, as I took stock of my situation. There were four men: young, strong, smelly, and apparently none of them spoke any English. All of a sudden, I felt more vulnerable than at any other time in my life. I watched them as they removed their pants and stroked their sizable members in anticipation of using my body for their sordid pleasure. I didn't know what to do…not that I had ...