A local night cruising spot for gays. I wouldn't admit this to myself, of course. But, for a long time I had heard 'the rumours' about gay-men, and so...ething always tingled in me when I thought about it.I ended up on The Hill near sunset--this, too, I had subconsciously planned, I suppose. I was tired, sweaty, and out of breath; but not so out of breath that I couldn't hike my cycling unitard a little higher up into my ass. I liked the feel of the lycra as it tightened against my sweaty hole. The conversation that evening was light and fun. Nobody seemed to want to delve into deep topics, and that was fine with me.“Next weekend I’m going to Milford for the three day weekend if anyone wants a ride,” I said.“Sold!” Elyse said. “Is it OK for Eduardo to come along?”“Sure,” I said. “Kathy?”“No, not this time. Kurt and I are going up to Lake Geneva for the weekend.”“Is Stephie coming along?” Elyse asked.“No, I promised my sister some time this weekend, and she’s very possessive!” I said. The room was lit from the light in the vanity and by the beds, but I saw they had blankets up over the curtains to block the light. They. There were three other guys in the room, none of whom had the hair to match the cock I sucked earlier. Nodding as the guy held the door open, I walked in and he quickly closed the door. As I stood there looking around, the door opened again and here was the guy with red hair I had sucked and with him another guy. While I had been with a guy a couple of. I started to wonder what else he had in store for me as he pulled out a small makeup kit, and began fixing my smeared lipstick and eyeliner, which had started running down my cheeks from tears of being gagged with so much cock. "Relax, Stacey. We can't have you looking trashed all day. Stay still." He then pulled a new gag from the pack, a ring gag this time, and set it in-between my teeth, fastening the strap as it held my mouth open. He then took what looked like a medium sized plug from.