[A chance encounter with a muscular man almost led to my death]

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A Chance Encounter with a Stunning Man Almost Killed Me Author: Unknown Word Count: 12803
Yesterday, while browsing the internet, I met a netizen with the username "30 Good Man" in a chat room. He initiated a chat with me, introducing himself: 185cm/74kg/30kg/1 year old, which seemed to be my type. So we started chatting on QQ.
He introduced himself as being from Harbin, working in Beijing after graduating from university, and having previously had a boyfriend who got married due to family pressure. Now he was single and hoping to find a long-term friend. I introduced myself to him, and he seemed quite satisfied, suggesting a video chat. Since I was at work and couldn't video chat, I suggested exchanging photos. Of course, I know photos can sometimes be deceptive; after all, everyone wants to leave a good impression and will send their best photos.
He suggested I send mine first. I hesitated for a moment, but since I was quite interested in him, I sent him my most ordinary photo. After looking at the photo, he asked me to wait while he searched for it, and then continued chatting with me. I asked him if he was open to me. He said he really liked me, so I became even more eager to see what he was like.
After chatting for a while, we learned more about each other. He said he worked in the building materials industry, owned his own company, and was doing quite well. In his spare time, he enjoyed photography and collecting cigarette labels, which seemed like a healthy lifestyle. I also introduced my profession and hobbies. He asked if I was a one-night stand (419). If so, he said not to contact me, as he hated one-night stands. He only wanted to make long-term friends. I was also looking for a friend who cared for me but wasn't too restrictive, so we seemed like a good match. Soon, his photo arrived. He was a very masculine Northeastern man, not exactly handsome, but with strong features and a pleasant appearance—my type. We agreed to meet at the subway station near his home, where he would wait for me after work.
Coincidentally, right after we exchanged phone numbers, my boss asked me to go out and get a certificate. I checked the time—3:15—and texted him. He told me his surname was Zhang, so I called him "Brother Zhang"—asking if I could come earlier. He replied that I was welcome. I told my colleague I was going out on errands, then went straight home, quickly finished my work, and set off. I finished my work in just half an hour, then took the subway to meet "Brother Zhang." Everything went smoothly; it took me about an hour and a half to get to the station. I had sent him a text message beforehand, but after getting off the train, I still waited 20 minutes before I could contact him. I called his cell phone several times, but he didn't answer, only sending a text message asking me to wait. Later, an unfamiliar number called, asking for my location and what I was wearing, saying he would pick me up right away. I figured he was probably busy; gay men usually have two cell phones to contact online friends, so I saved the new number. Finally, I waited for him at the subway station. He got in a Hyundai Sonata, apologized first, and his accent was clearly from Northeast China. Then he stopped talking and just drove silently. So I took the initiative and asked him, "Where should we go?"
He hesitated for a moment and said, "There aren't many good places to chat around here. How about we go to my place? There's no one home anyway. You can have some of my homemade tea and we can chat." Since he said he was just making friends online, I figured a man his age, who had a steady boyfriend before, was probably quite conservative, and that our first meeting would likely just be about having tea. So I agreed. His home was in a very new neighborhood, at the easternmost end of the Batong Line subway. There are quite a few new apartments like that. The security guards were very responsible, and the environment was nice.
Entering the building, I could tell the property management was very professional. When meeting someone I met online, I usually subconsciously observe their surroundings; perhaps these things can indirectly reflect a person's lifestyle and social status.
His home was clean and tidy, with a warm, lived-in feel. As soon as I entered, I could tell from the kitchen utensils that he often cooked for himself. Passing by the bedroom door, I saw it was neat and cozy inside, suggesting someone who appreciates life. The living room, however, was a bit messy, with scattered books, snacks, and documents and printer paper on the sofa (a prohibited word). It looked like he'd just been working; I'd probably arrived too early and disrupted his plans.
I changed my shoes and sat in the living room while he went to the kitchen to get me a drink. Then he turned on the TV and went into the bedroom to change.
He sat down and lit a cigarette. I asked him, "Weren't you inviting me for tea? Where's your tea set?"
He smiled and said, "It's not good to drink tea before dinner. Let's have it after." I didn't say anything more, and we looked at each other, seemingly without anything to say. There was a slight awkwardness. Among the online friends I've met, some only chat with me; most of them want to meet up and chat. Zhang Ge casually pressed the remote control, constantly changing channels. I had to find a topic to chat with him about. Suddenly, I remembered his two phone numbers, so I asked him, "Why were you so slow to pick me up? Was it inconvenient to answer the phone?"
He said, "I was cleaning the house." So I asked again, "Which of your two phones is the one you use to contact your online friend?"
He paused for a moment, then said, "The one that called you earlier, 139, is mine." I pressed further, "Then is the one you used to contact someone you know, 136?"
He didn't answer, turned off the TV, turned to look at me with a half-smile, got up and sat next to me, and put his arm around my shoulder. I felt a little nervous, my heart pounding. Although it wasn't the first time, it was still hard not to feel my heart race when a man I liked was so close to me.
Zhang Ge stroked my hair, his hand sliding down my hair, gently touching my eyebrows, eyes, nose, and stopping at my lips, slowly rubbing them back and forth. I couldn't resist taking his finger into my mouth, and he followed suit, slowly moving it in and out of my mouth for me to suck on. His other hand slipped inside my collar, slowly touching my nipple. A tingling, numbing sensation coursed through my body, leaving me weak, except for an erection.
Zhang stopped his caresses. He whispered in my ear, "Go take a shower! The water's hot." I almost lost all self-control, obediently nodding and heading to the bathroom. He went into the bedroom and brought me a sky-blue towel bathrobe. I gently sniffed it; the fabric emitted a faint, intoxicating fragrance. He went into the bathroom, turned on the light, and took out a pair of slippers, saying, "Take your clothes off outside; they're wet inside. Change into these slippers; your shoes will be wet and uncomfortable when you come out."
I felt he was an exceptionally thoughtful man, and it was rare for him to be so considerate to someone I was meeting for the first time. I took off my coat and shirt on the sofa (inappropriate word), then my pants and socks, and went into the bathroom wearing only a vest and shorts. He looked at me from behind and said, "Your panties are so sexy!" I looked down and saw white, tight-fitting boxer briefs, with a large bulge at the bottom. I was still embarrassed to be completely naked in front of a man I was meeting for the first time, so I didn't answer and locked the bathroom door behind me.
The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, and surprisingly, the showerhead had a strong water flow—this was a guest bathroom. There was only a shower, no bathtub, indicating that this place wasn't usually used. The shower stall shelves were dry, but the few bottles of shampoo and shower gel were plentiful, including both "Vidal Sassoon" and "Revlon" shampoos and conditioners. There were also two types of shower gel: "Safeguard" and "Biore." I used both "Vidal Sassoon" and "Biore," and the blended fragrance was intoxicating. In the warm steam, I wiped the moisture from the mirror and gazed at myself. Having just showered, I felt exceptionally sexy.
I removed the showerhead and rinsed my genitals, then bent down to wash my anus. I noticed a bottle of "Cini" men's wash and a thin rubber tube on the floor. Looks like they were prepared! I applied the "Cini" wash to my already erect penis, lathered it, and then squeezed some onto my anus. I slowly inserted a finger into my warm body, moving it in and out until I felt my anus gradually opening. I attached one end of the rubber tube to the showerhead outlet, which I had unscrewed. The opening was too small; I had to stretch it open to fit it. To prevent the water from pushing it down, I pushed it down a little more to make it fit more deeply. I slowly inserted the other end of the rubber hose into my anus, gradually pushing it deeper until I felt it was deep enough. I bent over, reached behind me, and turned on the shower, lying face down on the floor. Soon, a surge of heat rushed through my abdomen; I felt it was full of warm water. I slowly got up and turned off the shower, clenching my anus tightly. I slowly pulled the rubber hose out, and as it was pulled out the last bit, I couldn't hold back anymore and started to ejaculate. I rushed to the toilet and let myself gush out. I felt a sense of release as all the water was emptied. I repeated this process three times until only clear water came out. I slowly washed myself clean, went to the sink, wiped the condensation off the mirror, and stared at myself. On the sink were Adidas perfume and lotion. I applied some lightly, then sprayed the perfume on my armpits and pubic hair before putting on a bathrobe and changing into clean slippers. I opened the bathroom door and came out.
Zhang Ge wasn't in the living room. I went to the bedroom door, but he wasn't there either. I went to the other side of the hallway; he was on the balcony of the study, smoking and talking on the phone. I turned around and went back to the living room, sitting
on the sofa. I noticed my clothes were neatly folded and placed on the swivel chair beside me. I opened the drink he had given me earlier—a can of sugar-free Coke. I took two sips and put it down. I lay down on my side on the sofa.
The hem of my bathrobe slipped down my legs, revealing glimpses below the waist—it looked rather sexy.
Brother Zhang walked over from the living room and, seeing that I was already sitting on the sofa, said, "Go to the bedroom and rest for a while." I obediently got up and went to the bedroom. He pulled back the bedspread of the large bed, revealing a fluffy quilt underneath. Just as I was about to lie down under the quilt, Brother Zhang reached out and pulled me back, unbuckling my belt. He pressed his face against my ear, rubbing it gently, and whispered, "Take it off and wait for me on the bed!"
I lay naked under the quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed and covered me with the quilt, then gently stroked my face, laughing, "I'll make you feel great today!" His hand went to my waist, slowly moving down to my breasts, gently caressing them. I closed my eyes, comfortably enjoying the moment. Having just taken a shower, lying on the comfortable bed, I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I relaxed, letting myself slowly drift into a deep sleep.
The sounds outside the door woke me up. I was still alone in the bedroom. The door was closed, and I could hear two voices outside. They were talking in hushed tones, seemingly for quite some time. I hesitated, wondering whether to get up and check, when the voices came from this direction. Someone opened the door, and I quickly closed my eyes, trying to hold my breath and calm my racing heart. The person tiptoed to my bedside, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke wafted into my nose. A moment later, the person turned and left, closing the door behind them. I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was already 7:00 PM. There were still people talking outside. It must be Brother Zhang having a guest. Good things come to those who wait! I was wide awake now, eager for the guest to leave so I could make love with Brother Zhang. My hand involuntarily began to caress my penis. I closed my eyes, imagining the passion to come. Pre-ejaculate was already flowing from my urethra. Sticky and slippery, it was the kind of lovemaking I preferred—being held in my partner's arms, passionate kisses, and then having my nipples played with, my sensitive spot. I get incredibly excited when someone touches my nipples. A few times during sex, seeing how sensitive I am, my partner stimulated me intensely, biting and pinching. It was very exciting at the time, but afterwards, I found bright red teeth marks around my nipples when I showered. Once, I even had bloodstains on my shoulder, so much so that I felt embarrassed to go into the shower without a towel draped over my shoulder.
I enjoy kissing while being masturbated, stimulating both my upper and lower body simultaneously; it feels very good. Sometimes I even prefer my partner to play with my anus with their fingers rather than using their genitals. However, once aroused, my whole body becomes weak and limp, completely at my partner's mercy. Whether it's vigorous thrusting or gentle oral sex, I slowly savor it. Subconsciously, I seem to have some SM tendencies, hoping that during sex, my partner will be proactive and passionate, while I play the role of a submissive one, or rather, a tool for their use. The pleasure from this feeling seems to surpass the pleasure of sex itself.
I put my hand under my body, using one finger to soothe my anus, preparing for the impending piston-like motion. Because I don't often receive anal sex, my anus is very tight. Sometimes, the other person's penis is too large to penetrate, leaving them disappointed. However, since I don't particularly enjoy being penetrated, I'm happy to serve them with my mouth or hands. But, when I meet a man I like, I'm truly willing to give him my all.
Just as I was in a semi-excited state from masturbating, the door opened. I opened my eyes and froze. Inside were Brother Zhang and a man of similar age and build. The man was wearing a brown corduroy suit, khaki casual pants, and brown leather shoes—a very comfortable outfit. He even looked somewhat like Brother Zhang. While I was still surprised, Brother Zhang spoke: "This is the person you chatted with online. Don't mind him, we're friends. The photos you saw are his too. We're friends. He had something to do and asked me to pick you up." I was stunned. He continued, "We all like you quite a bit. If you'd like, I have two more friends coming over soon. Shall we all have some fun?"
What? Group sex? Gang rape? Promiscuity? These words flooded my mind, leaving me bewildered, unsure whether to refuse or accept. On one hand, I was afraid; on the other, there was a secret thrill. This was something I'd never tried before—was it safe? Should I accept? I didn't know how to answer.
My hidden SM tendencies kept resurfacing. Ever since my first time as a bottom, I'd longed for the day I could actually experience a thrilling sadomasochistic game. Of course, there were also those who longed for group sex—that would be incredibly exciting too. Among the online friends I'd met, sometimes they'd made such requests, but I always refused because I couldn't imagine what it would be like. But today, lying naked on a strange man's bed, such an opportunity was waiting for me? Should I refuse? I told them no, then got dressed and calmly left, telling them as I went, "Don't treat me like a promiscuous person!" "A promiscuous person?" They sneered behind my back. "Aren't you a promiscuous person here? What's the difference between doing it separately with several people and doing it together?" Isn't it always like this: meet, caress, shower, foreplay, penetration, orgasm, shower again, leave?
Someone made up a rhyme: "Think, meet, shower, touch, get hard, use, go in, come out
, finished, shower, sleep, then think again." It's such a simple, repetitive process. For each "thinking," we meet again and again. Meeting someone is just meeting four at once. Thinking about it this way, what's the big deal?
I looked at Brother Zhang and the strange man, hoping to glean something from their eyes. But all I saw was the wolfish desire unique to men, the powerful hand roaming over my swollen genitals, kneading my penis and testicles. Even through the blanket, I could feel his desire spreading throughout my body. I didn't know how to express myself; my instinctive reserve made me too embarrassed to say, "Come play with me!" Yet, I also wanted to accept this rough, frenzied caress, to pant between several men, to struggle amidst a hail of bullets. What a novel feeling that would be! I didn't speak; they seemed to see my desire and shyness in my eyes. Brother Zhang touched my cheek and said, "Just wait, baby, I'll make you feel good!"
He and the other man got up and left the bedroom. Soon, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom. I couldn't contain my excitement; just these two men had already stirred my heart. What would it be like if there were two more? I couldn't imagine. While they showered in the bathroom, I stretched out under the covers. My nap had left me feeling incredibly relaxed, as if every joint had gently opened up. The blanket was light and warm, exuding a faint, pleasant fragrance, the same as the bathrobe—a fresh, pastoral scent from Comfort fabric softener. I also love this kind of fabric softener. Mixed with the perfume and shampoo from my body, it made me almost forget where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. It felt like a sweet afternoon nap, as pure as a baby, as innocent as a baby waiting to be breastfed. There's a movie called "Oh dear, going to breastfeed?"—a film depicting gay life. What a whimsical title! What would a man's breastfeeding be like?
The bedroom door opened, and it wasn't Brother Zhang who walked in, but the man. He was wearing the same light blue bathrobe, drying his wet hair with a towel. He was barefoot, leaving a watermark on the gleaming wooden floor. He stood on the wool blanket at the head of the bed, vigorously rubbing the water off his feet. He tossed aside the towel, lifted the covers, and slipped inside.
My body was suddenly chilled by the sight of a wet man's body pressed against mine. He quickly adjusted himself, one elbow reaching under me to pull me into his arms, his legs hooking around mine, his other hand beginning to caress my nipples. My breathing quickened, and I turned my head towards him. Our faces were pressed together, our lips tightly sealed. His tongue deftly slipped into my mouth, swirling between my teeth, intertwining with mine. I sucked hard on his wet, slippery tongue, like eating a piece of unsweetened jelly that never melted, like a snake awakening from hibernation, slithering around in my mouth. I mimicked him, inserting my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around, slowly exploring. He cooperated, sucking tightly, and I felt as if he wanted to swallow my tongue whole. Our thirsty lips were already exceptionally moist from the saliva. We kissed each other's upper and lower lips, gently
savoring each other's kisses.
Just as our French kiss was in full swing, I heard the phone ring in the living room, followed by Zhang Ge's voice. I couldn't hear clearly through the door. The man next to me turned to the side, pushed me away, and listened intently. My hand caressed her lower body; it was warm and hard, a large, full mound. I gently stroked it, playing with his glans with my fingers. My other hand kneaded his nipples, observing his expression. He turned to me and asked, "Are you a bottom?" He laughed, reaching for my breasts and caressing them. "He called and arranged for a couple to come. If you can be the top, you can play with him." I felt a secret sense of relief; thankfully, it wasn't four grown men doing me at once. It seemed like it was just the three of them against the two of us—it would probably be quite exciting!
The man closed his eyes comfortably and said, "Damn! We're so close. I've known him for six years, and we've known each other for fourteen." "
Really?" His words piqued my curiosity. "How did you two meet?" He looked at me, moved my body to his chest, and let me lie on top of him, saying, "We were college classmates. My parents are both in the military. I wasn't a very good student, so I went to a military academy. He was my roommate. We were good friends in college. After graduation, he got married. My family has some connections, so I started my own company here with my sister. I studied architecture, and our company deals in building materials. I told you about it this morning." The
man shook his head: "No, just a buddy. After he got married, he worked back in his hometown. He also started his own company, but his partner ran off with the money and went to Australia. The company went bankrupt, and his wife divorced him. They didn't have any children, so he came to Beijing to find me. To save money, he stayed at one of my apartments. We worked together for two years. Then my sister's child got married, and he moved in with me. We don't even know how we ended up sleeping together." He nodded: "Probably! Anyway, it's been four years, but we've always been 69, both of us are bottoms. We can't do anything else."
"So you guys go out and find other people? Do you often have group sex?" I asked.
"No, not really. It's rare. I just saw you today and thought I liked you, and he liked you too, so I asked you out. Actually, I was here this afternoon, but we had a fight later, so I left first. When you called, I didn't answer. I didn't want to come then, but I felt it wouldn't be right to ask you out and not meet you, so I had him pick you up. Did you feel something was off from the video call?" My doubts were finally cleared up: "So, you lied to me online? Didn't you say your friend went abroad? And that you were looking for a regular partner?"
He laughed and said, "If I didn't lie to you, would you have come? Don't be angry. Actually, I didn't realize he liked you too at first, and that's why we argued." Who cares if it's true or not? Online introductions are always full of lies; I've gotten used to deceiving and being deceived. He told me his surname was Wang. I knew it was just a code name. I nestled against Brother Wang's chest, stroking his genitals, and stopped talking.
The man called "Brother Zhang" pushed open the door and came in. Looking at us on the bed, he grinned wickedly: "Kid, enjoying yourself? Two big brothers playing with you, how lucky you are!"
I laughed too and said, "Aren't there two more? This is my first time with multiple people, big brothers!" Brother Zhang started taking off his clothes, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. Remarkably, his abdomen had no excess fat, and I could vaguely see the outline of his abs. What caught my eye was the silver necklace hanging around his neck. I love it when men wear metal necklaces; they make them look exceptionally masculine and sexy. He pulled down his trousers, and as I expected, he wasn't wearing underwear. However, his genitals were still limp, hanging between his legs. They looked dark and thick; I wondered how big they would be when erect?
Brother Zhang got onto the bed from my other side, pulled back the covers, and lay down. His hand immediately went to my genitals.
However, his hand clasped Wang Ge's, and the two of them, one on my left and one on my right, one squeezing my penis and the other touching my testicles, smiled knowingly. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy it.
Perhaps this would be the only time in my life that five naked men would be together, making love on a soft, large bed. What would that feel like? I'm afraid many people have only seen gay films, but they haven't experienced this in real life.
Two people, four hands roaming over my body, caressing and kneading. Every sensitive muscle trembled, every excited nerve transmitted pleasure to my brain, and my breaths became heavy and rapid. My body prepared for an unprecedented challenge. Two warm lips kissed my cheeks, then my neck, chest, and shoulders. My upper body was covered in sticky, warm saliva, and my body exuded a fragrant aroma as they greedily inhaled and licked. Brother Wang climbed on top of me and began his assault on my lower body. His mouth enveloped my erection, swallowing it back and forth. My excitement reached its peak. I ran my hands through his hair, stroking it haphazardly, breathing heavily and moaning. My moans aroused Brother Zhang, who also climbed on top of me, straddling my chest, bringing his hot lower body close to my face, and slowly aiming his erect penis at my mouth. My panting stopped. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to swallow the full thing back and forth. I slowly rolled his glans and coronal sulcus with my tongue, and slowly pulled his foreskin with my lips, sometimes covering it, sometimes pulling it back. I tried to open my mouth wide and swallow it all, and he tried to insert his penis deeper, reaching towards my throat. In a daze, I felt that I had become one with these two men, letting them explore and discover my body. I felt boundless pleasure. Zhang's hands kneaded my nipples behind my back, and his legs rose and fell, thrusting his penis in and out. I couldn't swallow it all, and felt nauseous. I turned my head and spat out his penis. He slapped his penis on my face from side to side, sometimes rubbing it against my eyes, sometimes against my nose. Shiny mucus flowed from the tip of his penis, sticking to my lips and leaving a thin, shiny line.
Wang straightened up, put my legs on his shoulders, smeared his saliva on my anus, and began to rub and rotate it with one finger. I knew he was relieving me. I involuntarily tightened my anus. He gently probed, not in a hurry to penetrate, rotating as he said, "Come on, baby, relax, relax, give it to me! Come on, give it to me! Good girl, give it to me! Okay, give it to me!"
Under his guidance, I slowly relaxed, surrendering myself to him. Every time I relaxed and opened my anus, he slowly entered a little, loudly encouraging me, "Good! Yes, yes! Give it to me, like this, give it to me!" His fingers slowly explored my body. I didn't feel pain, only excitement.
Zhang Ge, who was on top of me, turned around and lay on top of me, his legs raised high on the headboard, forming a standard 69 position with me. He slowly inserted his penis into my mouth, his lower body pressed tightly against my face, his testicles blocking my nose. My mouth was filled with a warm, hard rod, and my nose was also blocked, making it almost impossible to breathe. He slowly took my penis into his mouth, gently tasting it.
I breathed in the unique musky scent of a man's genitals, enjoying endless pleasure while sucking on a thick penis.
Wang Ge's fingers had become two, and he slowly began to move them in and out. I felt a sharp pain and a tearing sensation from the lack of lubrication. I struggled to spit out Zhang Ge's penis and said, "It hurts, use some lubricant!" Before I could finish speaking, Zhang Ge shoved his penis back into my mouth. Wang Ge stopped moving, opened the bedside table drawer, and rummaged for lubricant. Soon, the cool gel was applied to my anus, and Wang Ge's fingers were also covered in lubricant. It no longer felt so stiff and tearing. Thinking about being attacked by three men, I didn't know if I could handle it. I hoped they were all experts in sex. Wang Ge's two fingers stopped moving and were deeply inserted inside me. Zhang Ge rolled off me and lay down beside me. Wang Ge said, "You go first? Or should I go first?" Zhang Ge looked at me and said, "Ask the baby! See who he wants first." I shook my head weakly and said, "Whatever, I like them both."
Wang Ge's penis was long and thin, not very dark in color, and the foreskin wasn't completely retracted; some of it was still covering the glans. I thought that kind of size wouldn't hurt when it entered me. Zhang Ge's penis was a full, thick, black thing, with a typical shiitake mushroom glans, but not as long as Wang Ge's. I wondered if it would hurt a lot when it entered me, especially the glans, which was so thick. During sex, I always felt that foreplay was the most stimulating. Sometimes I even preferred only foreplay without a top-to-bottom dynamic. Because the pleasure from foreplay was enough to satisfy me. This was my first time experiencing multiple partners, and the pleasure actually came from the lewd stimulation rather than the actual thrusting. Wang got up, put on a condom, and applied lubricant to his penis. He then lifted my legs with both hands. He was clearly an experienced man; he didn't need his hands to guide him. He simply relied on his senses and aimed directly at my anus, slowly but firmly inserting.
Thanks to my earlier relaxation, my anus readily accepted him, but towards the end, I felt a throbbing pain that spread throughout my body. Wang began to thrust rhythmically. A thirty-year-old man is at the peak of his sexual desire and physical strength. I opened my eyes, admiring the man on top of me—his sharply defined face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his strong arms pressing my legs towards my head. Fortunately, I practiced yoga and was very flexible. I cooperated by raising my legs and folding my body. His upper arm muscles bulged, his chest showed beautiful deltoids, his nipples were hard and erect, like two plump black raisins, and his abdomen contracted and expanded. Although he had a slight belly, he still exuded masculinity.
Zhang Ge mounted me, already fully clothed, and eagerly tried to penetrate me without lubrication. I was terrified of his large, thick penis, but seemingly with lubrication, he easily slipped in, and I didn't feel much pain. Zhang Ge simply put my legs on his shoulders, unlike Wang Ge who tried so hard to push me back. He gently thrust in and out, his hands kneading my penis. Soon, he slapped my buttocks, shouting excitedly. He pulled out his penis, gesturing for me to turn over and change positions. I knelt on the bed, sticking my buttocks out, and he slapped them hard, saying, "So good! Baby, do you like being fucked?"
I moaned, "Yes, come on!"
He thrust in again forcefully, this time with a storm of thrusts, my body trembling uncontrollably. Wang Ge, who was beside me, hugged me, sat in front of me, and pressed my face against his chest. He reached down and stroked my penis. I quickly lost control, feeling my penis about to ejaculate. I moaned softly, "Stop, I'm going to come!" Brother Wang didn't stop stroking, saying, "Come on, come once, then play slowly!"
I endured the intense thrusting, reaching the peak of excitement, and ejaculated under Brother Wang's strokes. The semen splattered on the sheets, leaving a wet puddle. I trembled uncontrollably until I was completely exhausted. Brother Wang picked up a tissue and wiped the semen from the sheets, then turned back to wipe my penis and glans. Brother Zhang pulled out his penis, turned me over, and laid me flat on the bed, kissing me deeply, saying, "Was that good, baby?"
I nodded, my whole body limp and powerless, only a faint, burning sensation in my anus. Brother Wang sat up beside me, got out of bed, and went out. Brother Zhang asked me, "Baby, are you still hard? There's another bottom waiting for you to fuck later!" I smiled and said, "No problem, I'll be hard in a bit, as long as you suck me for a while."
I reached out and touched his penis; it was still erect. Brother Wang came in from outside, holding a bath towel. He had me sit up and spread it under me, apparently worried that the semen he had ejaculated on the bed earlier wouldn't be easy to wash off. I lay on the towel and started masturbating. The doorbell rang, and Brother Zhang got up to open the door, putting on his light blue bathrobe. Laughter and the sound of shoes being changed came from the hallway. Soon, the three of them walked into the bedroom together. Besides Brother Zhang, there were two other newcomers. One was about 30 years old, not tall, thin, with a very short buzz cut. He wasn't very handsome, but he had a cool vibe, especially his thick, dark eyebrows, which made him look particularly spirited. The other man was younger, with dark but healthy-looking skin. His medium-length hair, with some blonde highlights, cascaded over his shoulders, giving him an artistic air. He wore several gleaming silver earrings in his left ear, and a silver bracelet jingled on his wrist. This young man had an unusually thin face, with a prominent, high nose being his most striking feature. It's said that people with large noses have strong sexual desires; could he be one of them?
The younger man smiled at me in a friendly manner, revealing his clean, white teeth. The shorter man looked at me, patted Brother Wang's butt, and said, "Damn, having fun? You guys! You started playing before I even got here. I brought my wife with me. You two have had your fun today." The long-haired young man next to him kicked the shorter man and said, "
Come on, let's take a shower!" The two of them walked towards the door together, and Brother Zhang went to the bathroom with them.
Brother Wang climbed on top of me again and started kissing my nipples, this time biting them harder. I groaned in pain, and he got even more excited, kneading my penis with one hand and breathing rapidly: "Come on, baby, later three big dicks will fuck you together! Okay?"
My anus instinctively tightened. My penis had just ejaculated and was a little sore from his stroking. I pushed his hand away, and he applied lubricating ochre to my anus and started inserting his fingers and thrusting them in and out. I closed my eyes and waited quietly. Soon, three naked men came to the bedside. I didn't want to open my eyes, relying only on my body to feel. A hot penis was inserted into my mouth, forcefully pushing towards my throat. I almost vomited, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. Several hands kneaded my nipples and penis. The fingers that had been thrusting in and out of my anus were slowly withdrawn. Someone lifted my legs again, and a man's hard penis tentatively probed into my anus. Who was it? I decided not to look, not caring who it was! I decided to enjoy myself to the fullest, like a wanton porn actor. I groaned loudly, twisting my body, hoping to bring myself to orgasm.
The penis in my mouth was pulled out, and I felt two men switching positions. A penis smelling of soap was inserted into my mouth, and the penis in my anus was pulled out. This time, the two penises that were inserted seemed smaller than before. Both men were thrusting forcefully, and I could hear their heavy breathing. One of them took my penis into his mouth, gently sucking on it, making smacking sounds. Suddenly, I felt someone shaking violently beside me, making the whole bed creak. I couldn't help but open my eyes. Next to me, the long-haired man was kneeling on the bed, with Brother Wang thrusting wildly behind him. On top of me, the short man had his penis in my mouth, giving me oral sex in a 69 position, while Brother Zhang was passionately fucking my anus.
The short man got off me, and Brother Zhang pulled out his penis, saying, "Come on, let me serve your wife!" He then rolled over and sat next to the long-haired man, taking his penis in his mouth. Unfortunately, his penis was limp and hanging down between his legs, showing no desire to become erect. The short man sat behind me, put on a condom, spat some saliva into his palm, and smeared it on his glans. Seeing me watching him, he laughed and said, "Saliva is disinfectant! Baby!"
Then he thrust hard into me and started fucking me like crazy. A sharp pain shot through me from below as his hands began slapping my buttocks repeatedly. He let out lewd moans. I closed my eyes again. I didn't know how long it would take to satisfy these three men's desires. Suddenly, I longed for this game to end quickly; a sense of filth washed over me. The fight beside me ended with a low, desperate roar from Brother Wang. His body convulsed a few times on the long-haired boy, reaching its climax. Brother Zhang also stopped sucking on the penis that never quite became erect. He got up, took a small brown bottle from the bedside table drawer, held it to my nose, unscrewed the cap, and pressed it against one nostril, forcing me to inhale deeply. It had a slightly pungent smell, like banana oil. Then he pressed it against the other nostril, and I inhaled deeply again. Soon, I felt my heart pounding, my blood rushing, and I was in a state of arousal. My breathing became rapid. The short man's thrusts seemed to quicken, and I began to actively respond to him. With each insertion, I tightened my anus, gripping his penis tightly. Sensing my cooperation, he shouted excitedly.
The long-haired man sat on top of me, rubbing his anus against my penis. Zhang Ge also took a few deep drags from the glass bottle, took out a condom, and put it on my penis. When he put it on, the condom rolled into my pubic hair, and I winced in pain. But he didn't stop. He applied lubricant to my glans and watched as the long-haired man slowly inserted my penis into his anus. His anus was somewhat loose, making it easy to insert it all the way in. The lubricated penis moved in and out of his anus, making a popping sound, and a wave of pleasure spread through my body. I groaned loudly, no longer knowing where I was.
Zhang Ge and the short man took turns fucking my anus. I no longer felt pain, perhaps because of the aphrodisiac earlier, or perhaps because I was also fucking someone else, bringing me pleasure. I don't know how much time passed. The long-haired man and I were kissing passionately when a man behind us let out an excited shout. The short man pulled out his penis and brought it close to my face. Before I could react, he had already pulled down the condom and was stroking his penis, panting as he aimed it at my face. Streams of hot, sticky fluid sprayed onto my eyes, lips, and neck,
carrying the distinctive scent of a man. My anus didn't relax; Brother Zhang's penis was deeply inserted again.
I couldn't control myself and was about to ejaculate again. I gripped the long-haired boy's hand tightly, my fingers interlaced, groaning in pain, my brow furrowed. Under his vigorous friction, I ejaculated. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if my internal organs were about to shrink into a ball. Brother Wang wiped the semen from my face with a tissue. The long-haired man sitting on me slowly pulled my penis out of his anus, got up, and got off the bed. My penis, still in the condom, stood there erect, the condom filled with thick, white, sticky fluid. Finally, Zhang Ge sped up, roaring as he ejaculated his pent-up energy inside me, then collapsed, exhausted.
The moment he stopped thrusting, I knew the game was over. A wave of relaxation washed over me, and I closed my eyes. Sleepiness washed over me; I was too tired to resist. He even fell asleep beside me. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out his limp member. The sweat on my body had evaporated, and I felt a chill. Someone covered me with a blanket. When I woke up, my penis and anus felt numb, completely devoid of sensation. My nipples were incredibly sore, bearing teeth marks. I felt utterly weak. I got up and went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water slowly warmed me up. I washed myself, letting the hot water soak my entire body. Steam rose in the bathroom, washing away the white foam, leaving me feeling clean and refreshed. It was as if nothing had happened. I decided to let the experience go with the hot water, leaving no trace. I dried myself and went to the living room to get dressed. Four men were there, playing mahjong around the table, the air thick with smoke. The long-haired man turned and looked at me, smiling—still so friendly.
I quickly dressed, checking my watch; it was 10:30. Thankfully, I could catch the last subway.
Experience told me not to forget to check my belongings. Who knows if I'll find something missing after leaving the house?
I felt a pang of sadness; no one seemed to care about my departure. I opened the heavy door, silent. I gently closed it, silently saying to them, "Goodbye!"
The cool autumn air downstairs sobered me up. I took out my phone and sent a mass text to the two phone numbers: "Thank you, goodbye!" Then I ran quickly towards the subway.
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