I laid down on my stomach but he pulled me back up and proceeded to fuck me harder. I couldn't take it anymore and had to quit :( I should've told h...m to take it slow my fault. I don't remember what we did afterwards, I assume someone came.So I arrive to my hotel in the town where I am taking a course and get started browsing. Small town, but lots of bi/gay men around. Most of the experiences where uneventful, bunch of guys who lied about their age, weight, etc. Lots of guys that as soon. Feeling sorry forthemselves. And, ultimately, waiting to die. Much like myself of late, I'mafraid. But, miraculously, one of them realizes that it was when they gave upthe games of their childhood that they began to grow old. And all it takes tobecome young again is to let go of your fear and grief and hurt.And start playing kick-the-can once more.Unfortunately, I'm afraid it's not that simple for me; my childhood was neverall that blissful. By the age of five I realized that, in my case, some. I felt exhausted and for the first time I was thinking of how could I get out of here. But my thoughts were interrupted by someone grabbing my arms and telling me "It ain't over yet, faggot!"Countless men we're using my body over and over again for their pleasure. There were so many, I wasn't able to see or memorize their faces. All I could see were cocks. Big erect cocks all around me. Most of the time 5 guys we're using me at once. Two in my ass, one in each hand and one down my throat. At. I had never tried that before, and the feeling shook me. Then as his hands reached my buttocks and he slid them under my skirt, he grabbed the back of my legs and swung me onto the table in one swift movement. I gasped as I landed, not having expected to be airborne, but he left little time for such things. Right away he pulled off my panties and began fingering my pussy again. This time I groaned and leaned my head back in pleasure while still holding his shoulders. I heard him unbutton his.