Gay Erotic Stories

M/MMMM, NC, rape

It happened almost exactly a year ago, Thursday July 3, 2003. My 21st birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. I doubt I'll ever forget it.

Like I said, it was my 21st birthday and I was headed to Glamis to party with my buds at the sand dunes. The 4th of July was a Friday so it was a long weekend. I had to work late so I told the guys I'd just drive up the morning of the 4th. But when I got home from work I decided to go ahead and drive up that night anyway. It was only 2 1/2 hour drive. I tried to call them to let them know I was coming but I wasn't getting any cell service.

I needed to take a piss and stretch my legs so I pulled in at the rest stop just outside of El Centro. It was late, maybe midnight.

There were two cars at the rest stop but I didn't think anything of it. When I went into the restroom it reeked of beer and pot. There were 4 scruffy looking white guys in there passing around a joint and drinking. They looked like they were in their late 30s or early 40s. One of them was holding a little brown bottle and was sniffing it. They looked like a bunch of losers. I walked past them without saying a word.

I could hear them whisper and grunt as I was pissing but I didn't really pay attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the guys step outside and come back in a few seconds later. He said something to one of his friends but like I said, I wasn't paying attention. I zipped up and went to wash my hands.

The next thing I knew, I was grabbed from behind, a big arm wrapping around my chest and pinning my arms to my sides. Before I could even react or cry out, a cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth.

"Mmmmmppphhh!!!!!" I yelled. There was something on the cloth. Something sweet-smelling. I knew right away it must've been chloroform. When I was a kid I read all the Hardy Boys books and shit like that. I tried to buck the guy off but even though I was taller than him, he was bigger--and stronger. Plus I'd already gotten a good whiff of the chloroform and my head was starting to buzz.

I still struggled, though, kicking at him with my long legs. Someone took hold of each leg and hoisted me into the air. Now I had no leverage.

"Stop fighting it, kid," someone hissed. My head was swimming now and I could hear a pounding in my ears like the ocean surf. I was having trouble focusing, let alone keeping my eyes open.

Against my will, my body relaxed. I was almost out when I felt them ease me to the ground. A hand reached into my back pocket. Someone had my wallet. The fuckers were robbing me!

"Let's see," a voice said. "Juan Ordaz, 8945 Alvarado Road, Number 17, San Diego." They had my driver's license out and were reading the information.

"Black hair, brown eyes, 6'0, 175 pounds. Uhh... July 3, 1982. Hey guys, it's his birthday today! 21."

"Happy birthday to US!"

"Does it give his dick size?" someone asked.

"No, but I'll tell you in a sec."

I felt a hand at the waist of my cargo shorts. I lifted my hand to stop it, but I was weak from the chloroform and it was easily batted away. Someone grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head while the cloth was put back to my face. Instantly I felt woozy, but it was pulled away before I passed out. It was like they wanted me away; awake but too out of it to resist them.

Two of the guys hauled my to my feet and a third guy knelt down in front of me and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pushing them do my ankles. My shirt was pulled up to my armpits and I was pretty much exposed.

"Lookee here. He's got some designer underwear on." I was wearing Joe Boxer white briefs, a present from my girlfriend. She said she liked the way I looked in briefs, how they fit, showing off my ass and dick bulge, and how they stood out against my skin tone. I was on the water polo and swim team in college so I was in great shape.

One of the guys whistled and someone reached out and cupped my nuts.

"You look pretty cute in your tighty whities, Juan."

My head felt like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks, but I struggled to lift it up and look up at the guy. He was totally checking me out. "Fuck off," I managed to say.

"Whoooh... big man!" he said. "Hey, give me those poppers. Maybe Juan wants a hit."

I had no idea what he was talking about. What the fuck were poppers? I was about to find out. Someone handed him the little brown bottle and he opened it. One of the guys holding me up clamped a hand over my mouth and pinched one of my nostrils shut. The bottle was put to the other nostril. I knew I shouldn't inhale, but it all happened so fast that I hadn't had time to breathe. I held out as long as I could but I finally had to inhale.

I don't know what the fuck was in that little bottle, but it went straight to my head. I got dizzy and woozy all over, but not like with the chloroform. I remember feeling goofy and giddy and I giggled.

"Ha ha!" the guy laughed. "He's getting off on it!"

"Give him more!"

The poppers were put to my other nostril and for some reason I didn't resist. I just sniffed. They told me to sniff again, really deep, and I did. It was like fireworks exploding in my brain. My head lolled to the side and my body went slack. I was hardly aware that I was being lowered back to the floor or that someone was rubbing my crotch.

"Unnnggghhh..." I moaned as the hand squeezed my balls. Gently and then more firmly. I felt my dick getting hard and somebody started jerking me off through my briefs. I grabbed at the hand but my hand got slapped away again and the poppers were put back to my nose.

"Nooo... unngghhh..." As good as it felt, I wasn't a fag.

"Shhhh.... take it easy puta," a voice said. I saw a flash of light and realized they had a camera. They were taking pictures of me! I was lying there almost naked while a group of guys molested me and took pictures.

My dick was rock hard now. They yanked my briefs down to my ankles and my dick popped straight up. A fist wrapped around it and began to slowly but methodically masturbate me. I was being held down, but I arched my back and whimpered every time the calloused palm roiled over the tip of my dick. I was leaking pre-cum and they were using it as lube.

"Ohhh.... noooo..... mmmmm....." I whimpered and grunted as I was brought closer to climax.

Just as I was about to lose my load the hand pulled off. I lifted my head to see what was up.

"Look! He's totally into this!"

"What's the matter, puta?"

I was rapidly coming back to my senses. What the fuck was I thinking!? Shit, no matter how good it felt, I wasn't queer! I tried to roll over but they were ready with the chloroform.

"Here, puta... have some more of the chloroform." The rag was put back to my face and I found myself struggling to turn my head. It was a losing battle, of course, and I rapidly felt myself succumbing. Then, just like before, the chloroform was pulled away just as I felt I was about to pass out. I wish I had passed out because right in front of my face was the biggest dick I'd ever seen! It must've been ten inches long. It curved to the right and looked like a banana. It was shiny and dripping cum. As dizzy as I was, I still turned my head away.

"Oh no, puta," the guy said, grabbing my head and turning me back to face him. "Open wide!"

My mouth was pried open and the monster cock was shoved in. I gagged as I felt it hit the back of my throat. I tried to twist away, but he grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. Someone dosed me with the poppers and I was high as a kite.

He fucked my face for five minutes or so until he started to grunt and I could feel him tense up. Then he arched his back and thrust one last time. He was cumming in my mouth!

"Mmmpppphhhh!!!!!" I screamed through the mouthful of dick. I could feel his spooge running out of the corners of my mouth. Somehow I gathered up enough strength to push him away.

"You little fucker!" he yelled. His dick was still spurting so he held it steady and aimed at my face. Blast after blast of his salty cum hit me squarely in the face.

When he finished he gave me another dose of poppers. As I lay back spinning, he wiped the cum from my face onto his fingers and slid them into my mouth, forcing me to swallow more of his nasty load.

"Let somebody else have a turn, asshole," a voice said, and another dick was in my face.

I don't know how many times they made me suck their dicks or how much cum they shot in my mouth and on my face. I lost track of time, what with all the poppers and chloroform. They were taking more and more pictures. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I can't be sure.

"I think it's time we fuck little Juan's ass," someone said.

That snapped me back quickly. Not that! No fuckin' way! I felt a second wind come on and I began to buck and struggle for all I was worth. But there was four of them and only one of me. And they had the chloroform. Someone re-wet the cloth and clamped it over my face.

"Come on, puta... that's right... mmmm... very good... yeah... it smells sooooo good, doesn't it?" one of the guys said and he turned me onto my stomach.

I looked at him through bleary eyes, aware that his hands were between my legs, one of them jacking my dick, the other running up and down my ass, fingering my asshole. Then things began to go fuzzy.

"Shhhh!" someone said. The voice sounded miles away.

"A cop just drove up! Let's get the hell out of here!"

"What do we do with him?" someone asked.

"Pull his fuckin' pants up and leave him."

They dragged me to my feet and pulled my briefs up. My shorts were tangled in my feet and they didn't bother to pull them up. I slumped back to the floor, my shorts at my ankles and my shirt still pulled up under my armpits. I was sprawled out on my back, legs spread, arms over my head. They left me there just like that, walking out of the restroom as quick as they could. They forgot to take the poppers and chloroform.

The pounding in my head was just beginning to subside when I saw a figure enter the restroom. It was a policeman--California Highway Patrol.

"What the fuck?" he said as he caught sight of me. He turned around and ran outside. I could hear squealing tires as the cars pulled out of the rest stop. A second later the cop came back in.

He looked around and checked each stall. Then he knelt down next to me and lifted my eyelid. "What do we have here?" he asked.

"Unnggghhhh..." I moaned, relieved that my rape was over. I was still so groggy from the chloroform that I couldn't speak. All I could do was moan.

The cop put his hand to his nose and sniffed. "Is this cum all over you?"

I moaned again and watched as he picked up the bottle of poppers. He uncapped it and took a little sniff. "Whew! Looks like someone was having a party."

I tried to sit up but he put his hand on my chest and eased me back down. "You'd better stay there. Just relax," he said.

He got up and went outside for a minute. When he came back in he closed the door and barricaded it with the trashcan. What the hell was he doing?

He came back to me and I saw him pick up the bottle of chloroform. He poured some on the rag and before I figure out what he was doing, he grabbed the back of my head with one and pressed the chloroformed cloth over my face with the other.

"Mmmmppphhhhhh!!!! Nnggghhhhhmmmpphhhh....!" He had the back of my head buried in his crotch, holding me tightly. Within seconds I was out.

The sun was up when I came to. I was sitting in the driver's seat of my truck, dressed, seat fully reclined. The truck had been moved to the end of the lot, away from everything. The doors were locked.

I felt sick to my stomach as I sat up and readjusted my seat. It must've been from all the chloroform. I was about to get out of the truck when I realized my ass hurt. Oh god... the cop must've fucked me in the ass after he chloroformed me! I thought cops were supposed to protect you! I got out of the car and slowly shuffled to the restroom. There were no other cars in the lot. I was there all alone. I went into a stall, locked the door, and threw up. I flushed the toilet and stood up to take a piss when I realized my underwear was gone. Fuckin' cop took them as a souvenir.

I washed up as best as I could, got into my car and drove straight to Glamis. I started drinking the minute I got there and stayed drunk the entire weekend. I've never said a word about what happened to anybody. Except now.