Taking advantage of his control, he flipped me onto my stomach, being careful not to hurt my still bound wrists. Then he positioned my legs together s... that his legs could be on the outside hugging my thighs. I felt him lowering himself onto me, lining himself up again and to my surprise one of his fingers were poking around my other hole. I pressed my bottom against his hand in anticipation. It was obvious that he was losing his patience because as soon as his finger slipped inside, he jammed. Despite the tameness of what I wanted to experience he had happily gone along with my scenario without trying to pressure me into doing anything else. His front room was warm, an open fire cracking away, whilst soft lighting added to the relaxing atmosphere. He moved over to me and ran his hands over my chest, his hot breath on my face as he kissed my neck. I thought he must be able to feel how fast my heart was beating in nervous terror. I remember standing there like a dumb idiot, not quite. He watched the giant disappear into the bedroom, his big ass rippling behind him. Carson perched on the table like a statue, waiting. The fire beside him made his skin glow pink as he started to sweat. But he didn’t dare move an inch away from the flames, even as they started to burn. Only a few seconds later came the sound of Mr. Armisen’s footsteps, slow and heavy like a predator. “Now, remember what I told you,” he said. “We can stop whenever you want.” Why the fuck would I want that? Carson. I want be treated as a filthy cock sucking whore and handled roughly by group of men.This story happened with me in real and nothing is fictitious in here. So please stay with me till the end. Enjoyment guaranteed. I started having gay fun since last two years. Met many, enjoyed with many but never had anal sex until I met a guy named Anil Kumar. He was in his late 40s. He too was from somewhere near Gujrat. His family stayed there at Gujarat. As usual I was chatting on facebook when I got a.