In a Clearing, pain and pleasure tried to kill me (True story)

[BentSecrets]

Although I hesitate to share this, it's something I've wanted to get out for awhile now, and so I posted it at my blog. It's entirely true from start to finish. Any feedback would be great.


In a Clearing, Pain and Pleasure tried to kill me

So there I was, feeling both horny and bored (and probably a little depressed, I'd just broken up with my girlfriend a few weeks before), when I decided I would drive up to a "down low" spot near where I used to live. It's a little secluded area off the 15 freeway on the way to Victorville. I felt like I needed to get fucked, though I knew giving and receiving oral was a foregone conclusion. So I stopped and bought a box of condoms and headed up.

I tromped through the trail and into the clearing, pulled out my junk and began to slowly stroke my cock. Pretty soon another guy came up and began to do the same, and he sat down on a large rock. I bent over and began to suck his cock, which was a good 9 inches long though surprisingly slender. Suddenly, I felt hands begin to caress my ass, and fingers slowly reach around to unbutton my pants. I'd put all the condoms in my pocket along with a bottle of lube, so I pulled those out and handed one to the new guy behind me, along with the lube.

I felt his cock begin to slide up and down my cheeks after he'd lubed me and put the condom on, and he began to press against my hole. He wasn't having any luck though, so he began to finger me a bit. Periodically he would try again. Suddenly I felt another set of hands on me and heard someone say "fuck, I don't think he'll be able to get that thick monster inside!", and a moment later someone else said "damn, I wanna see that, I've never seen a cock so thick fuck an ass before!" Now I was getting nervous, but suddenly someone ducked under me and began to suck my cock and play with my nipples while the guy behind me poured some more lube on.

And then it happened--he tucked that thick cock head inside me, and I saw stars. He gently pushed until his entire cock was inside me and I've never felt so full before or since. He wasn't that long from what I could tell, either that or he just didn't put it all in me, but he was super thick and my cock got hard instantly as his girth manipulated my prostate. The guy I was sucking came hard and pulled out, rubbing his cum all over my lips, and before I knew it another guy took his place, this time with a nice thick black cock, though he wasn't nearly as long as the pornos (dammit). I worked his meat eagerly as the monster inside me started to fuck me with enthusiasm, and I vaguely became aware of numerous hands stroking my body, slapping my ass, pulling my nipples and shoving their cocks toward my face while still others grabbed for condoms and talked about fucking me next.

Finally the big boy behind me finished and pulled out, and god I felt empty, I knew I needed to be filled again so I pulled off the cock I was sucking and said "more! Keep those cocks coming, fuck me!" None of the subsequent cocks were as thick, but I didn't care, I just wanted to keep being this slut in the center of the attention. The guy in my mouth pulled out and jacked off on my face, then was replaced by another guy. Behind me I felt a parade of condomed cocks--some smaller, some larger, but they all felt good. Eventually somebody pulled off my shirt and lay me down on that big rock, and the feeding continued but now when they were ready to cum they'd pull off their condoms and shoot their thick cum all over my face or chest.

This went on for a good hour before the group finally petered out (haha, pun intended!), and only one guy remained who wanted to fuck me, a small asian guy with, you guessed it, a small asian penis. By this point I was exhausted and disoriented, and I just sort of collapsed onto the rock in front of me and let him do what he needed to. It wasn't until he finished that I realized this one hadn't worn a condom, and I felt his surprisingly copius amounts of cum drain out of me as he scurried off down the trail. I lay there, disheveled and pants down, feeling hollowed out and empty, sated yet confused and exasperated, and somehow these tears just wouldn't stay inside and I began to sob and rack uncontrollably. I didn't want anyone to see me this way so I tugged my pants up and pulled my shirt back on and staggered down the trail toward my car. I felt open and spread, which alternately felt great and horrible, but I still felt confused and disoriented.

I climbed into my car and drove for a short distance but I realized I couldn't see well enough to keep going and my breathing was very hard, I felt like I was laboring to hold something back. I pulled off to the side of the road and buried my face in my hands and screamed, and the sobs just wouldn't stop coming. I started to scream "You fucking piece of shit! You worthless faggot asshole I hate you! I wish you would die!" I didn't really know who I was screaming at, myself? The men I'd just surrendered my body to? Who? I struggled to breath and began to slap myself in the face, screaming "pull it together you fucking pussy! You crybaby bitch, maybe you are just worthless piece of meat! You're no good for anything but for people to use to get off on!"

And then something stopped and I wanted it to be over. I pulled out my phone and dialed my doctor's office, gave my name and asked to speak to my doctor. "You'll have to call back tomorrow and make an appointment" the receptionist said. "I can't. I'm going to kill myself tonight". There was silence on the other end and she said "hold on". In a minute she came back and said "the doctor would like you to come in to the office right now if you can." "OK" I said, and then hung up and drove to the office.

When I got there I didn't have to wait long, he brought me in very quickly. He was very kind and asked me what was going on, so I recounted the entire story of what had occurred and what lead up to it. He said he had someone he'd like me to speak to, and dialed a number on his office phone and handed it to me. It was a counselor in the mental health services department, and she asked me a number of questions, told me not to do anything fatal and then asked to speak to my doctor again.

After a bit he hung up, and we sat and talked for awhile. He was very kind, and somehow a number of times I couldn't stop from crying. He told me he'd already put in a prescription for me, for Zoloft, and he explained to me what the medication would do and how it would help, and that things would gradually feel a little better every day as I eased into its usage. He even walked to the pharmacy (it was in the same clinic) and brought back the prescription for me and saw me through the first dose. In time he asked if I was ready to go home and rest, and I said yes. He walked me out, gave me a hug and said "it's going to be all right. We all have rough spots sometimes, and you'll make it through this, I promise."

Later at home I curled up and though about the day and sobbed myself to sleep.

 

[sr71plt]

This isn't the story section of the Web site. It's bad form to circumvent the submissions and editorial approval process.

 

[BentSecrets]

This isn't the story section of the Web site. It's bad form to circumvent the submissions and editorial approval process.

Say what? It's the story feedback section, where else ought it to go? If there's a better spot, please take a moment to enlighten me

 

[sr71plt]

Say what? It's the story feedback section, where else ought it to go? If there's a better spot, please take a moment to enlighten me

A, you didn't ask for feedback, and B, this is not a "go look at my story and give me feedback" or a "what do you think of this or that passage" posting. There is an editorial review requirement for complete stories on this Web site--and posting a full story here circumvents that.

 

[BentSecrets]

A, you didn't ask for feedback, and B, this is not a "go look at my story and give me feedback" or a "what do you think of this or that passage" posting. There is an editorial review requirement for complete stories on this Web site--and posting a full story here circumvents that.

And again, no answers as to a proper direction to go in. Thanks for absolutely nothing but a hard time

 

[sr71plt]

And again, no answers as to a proper direction to go in. Thanks for absolutely nothing but a hard time

Isn't it fairly obvious that the proper way to submit a story to this Web site is to do just that through the story submission process? The instructions on submitting the story is the first thing you encounter in the "welcome" paragraph on the Web site's home page.

The editors here don't pass everything--some stories contain material they don't deem appropriate for their quality or taste standards. And even those that are passed have to wait their turn for a few days before posting.

But then, perhaps you are one of those "special" people who doesn't queue up in line or follow directions.

 

[_Lynn_]

A, you didn't ask for feedback, and B, this is not a "go look at my story and give me feedback" or a "what do you think of this or that passage" posting. There is an editorial review requirement for complete stories on this Web site--and posting a full story here circumvents that.

I see they edited their original post asking for feedback after your reply here.

 

[sr71plt]

I see they edited their original post asking for feedback after your reply here.

Yep. Thanks.

 

[BentSecrets]

yep, did request feedback since that's the point of this forum and the one single helpful item you pointed out. Quite a control freak, aren't you? Democrat or Republican? I can never tell, both those corrupt groups are peopled by such control freaks and fearmongers

 

[sr71plt]

yep, did request feedback since that's the point of this forum and the one single helpful item you pointed out. Quite a control freak, aren't you? Democrat or Republican? I can never tell, both those corrupt groups are peopled by such control freaks and fearmongers

I would hope you learned to read instructions and take your turn too. Welcome to Literotica (despite the attitude). I might read your story when/if it comes up where in the process everyone else has to follow.

 

[BentSecrets]

I would hope you learned to read instructions and take your turn too. Welcome to Literotica (despite the attitude). I might read your story when/if it comes up where in the process everyone else has to follow.

It's submitted in the normal way already, but frankly, I think the idea of rigid adherence to rules on what amounts to a fetish forum is a little on the silly side

 

[_Lynn_]

It's submitted in the normal way already, but frankly, I think the idea of rigid adherence to rules on what amounts to a fetish forum is a little on the silly side

If you don't care for the rules here, you're welcome to find somewhere else.

 

[poppy_cock]

It's submitted in the normal way already, but frankly, I think the idea of rigid adherence to rules on what amounts to a fetish forum is a little on the silly side

A fetish forum?

No, dear. This is the story feedback forum. Basically, all manner of stories are submitted to Literotica, be they Erotic couplings, BDSM, Exhibitionism and Voyeur, Lesbian, or even plain old vanilla Romance, to name but a few.

Here is the place to ask for feedback on stories submitted to Literotica through the submissions page. You want a fetish forum, feel free to go looking at the other forums here. But this forum ain't a fetish forum, ok?

As for your story, well, not to my personal taste. IMHO, I find stories in which the author implies that having gay tendencies is tantamount to having a mental health condition rather disturbing. Still, each to their own, I suppose.

Welcome to Lit.

 

[BentSecrets]

A fetish forum?

No, dear. This is the story feedback forum. Basically, all manner of stories are submitted to Literotica, be they Erotic couplings, BDSM, Exhibitionism and Voyeur, Lesbian, or even plain old vanilla Romance, to name but a few.

Here is the place to ask for feedback on stories submitted to Literotica through the submissions page. You want a fetish forum, feel free to go looking at the other forums here. But this forum ain't a fetish forum, ok?

As for your story, well, not to my personal taste. IMHO, I find stories in which the author implies that having gay tendencies is tantamount to having a mental health condition rather disturbing. Still, each to their own, I suppose.

Welcome to Lit.

LOL what I mean is, the forum (in general, not this specific subcategory) is simply a place for people to come and let out all things sexual, whatever that may be.

Thanks for the feedback, but the implication here isn't that something gay implies mental illness in any way. The idea here is that an intense experience opened a deep can of emotional worms, so to speak, that might otherwise have remained contained. I don't believe that having homosexual or lesbian or bi desires is in any way a mental illness in and of itself.