![free gay xxx stories free gay xxx stories](http://www.boobsspider.com/en/image/erotic-stories-a-gay-fucking-3.jpg)
One grabbed my neck in its strong jaws and jerked me upward. Jaws tore at my shirt trying to force me up until only shreds remained. It was obvious that they wanted me on all fours, so I tried to hug the ground with my belly. Instantly the four dogs were on me, and even if I’d had the courage to fight them they could easily overpower me. I looked into those brown eyes and saw a look I had seen before: these dogs were going to fuck me, and it was up to me just how bad it would be.Ī gnat bit my leg, and my movement to swat it triggered off my canine rape. No farmer would pay an unnecessary vet bill so these boys weren’t neutered. From my position I could see between their legs and realised that all four dogs were male. The four dogs stood around me in silent canine menace. It seemed these dogs liked the taste of redneck cum and they worked me over until not a drop was left.įinally, the dogs drew back and I collapsed on my butt to protect my twitching arsehole.
![free gay xxx stories free gay xxx stories](http://www.adultsxxxenjoy.com/image/gay-porno-pictures-and-stories.jpg)
Soon other tongues joined the first, and I found myself trapped between fear and arousal. My well-used anus could offer little resistance as that tongue pushed its way into my sphincter. Suddenly, a rasp-like tongue lashed between my legs, lapping my balls before zeroing in on my arse. All I could do was cry and beg for mercy. I was alone and at the mercy of these four brutes. I had gone a short distance when strong jaws grabbed the tail of my shirt and dragged me back into the bushes. I don’t know why, but I thought that maybe if I got in the water they’d lose my scent or something. Suddenly, one of the dogs lunged at me, I screamed like a girl, turned, and crawled on my hands and knees through the brush towards the possible safety of the creek. So I held my nerve and started backing up.
![free gay xxx stories free gay xxx stories](https://cdn77-pic.xvideos-cdn.com/videos/thumbs169lll/f1/87/b7/f187b7803a276ad0337af11a0229878d/f187b7803a276ad0337af11a0229878d.15.jpg)
I was tempted to crawl back through the scrub, but that would leave my manhood hanging as a bite-sized doggy snack. It seemed they weren’t good doggies at all. “Good doggies,” I said to them in a calm voice. But I felt I should show these hounds that I was friendly. I must admit that I am not much of a dog man, as my Persian Kitty-cat Felix could attest. It was getting late in the afternoon, so I scrambled up the bank and crawled out through the bushes. I found a way down the bank through the tangle of undergrowth, stripped off and took a cooling dip in the creek. Looking over my shoulder the dogs were slowly falling behind, then they were gone.įinally, I reached the Jackson Bridge. While they didn’t seem an immediate threat, I didn’t feel like saying ‘hi’, so I increased my pace. Every now and then they’d stop to sniff at the road. I turned to see four mean-looking dogs casually trotting down the road in my general direction.
![free gay xxx stories free gay xxx stories](https://www.yourporngod.com/contents/videos_screenshots/121000/121653/preview.mp4.jpg)
The first inkling of trouble was the sounds of paws clicking down the gravel road behind me. Perhaps someone was out hunting ‘coons? No one seemed to be around, however, so I just kept on walking. Lots of farmers kept dogs in these parts and many of them were vicious brutes. I had gone maybe a mile when I heard the baying of dogs. Perhaps next time I should pack a butt plug! Even now my anus would occasionally twitch and a drop would ooze out and fall to the dusty road.
#FREE GAY XXX STORIES FULL#
Why didn’t I wear my boxers? Oh, that’s right, I hadn’t worn boxers because I knew I’d be coming home with an arse full of redneck cum. All I had for privacy was my flannel shirt. Well, it was a long walk home unless someone else came by on this back road. So far all they’d brought her was Daryl, and he had preferred to spend the weekend with his cock somewhere else. Gossip around the town pondered if she’d ever make enough in tips at the Diner to pay for those slabs of silicone. No doubt he was on his way to his gal Cindy-Lou, with her preposterously sized fake tits. I thought he just wanted “one for the road” but the prick pushed me out of his truck and left me here in the middle of nowhere. Daryl was giving me a lift back to town when he demanded that I get my pants off. Of course they weren’t ‘gay’, they were good old Christian boys! It’s just that they liked to put a queer like me in his place by fucking his arse once in a while. I’d kept promising myself that one day I’d find myself a man who’d love me for me, but who am I kidding! I also love being mauled by rough hicks and fucked by their fat cocks. I had gone with Daryl and his buddies “fishing” and they had spent a boozy weekend drinking and having me suck them off, or they’d take turns fucking my arse. But never had those words been as hurtful as shouted by that hypocrite Daryl Moss as he sped away in his Pickup, waving my shorts out the window. I’d been called them all as part of growing up gay in a small southern town.