A gay friend was to be my guide to fulfilling my fantasy.When I was about twelve, I had been a frequent reader of lusty stories and would get a dirty ...agazine whenever I could. I hadn't yet masturbated but had played with myself even poking my stiffening cock onto any hole I could find, mattress, rolled towel-anything to try it out but ejaculating was a mystery.One day the mystery ended when I took playing with myself to a new level and came for the first time. I was astonished and terrified. . Knocked out by a “homodite” in front of his friends. They pulled my clothes off me and I fought for real butthere were four of them.They even took off my shoes and all I could think wasoh no, I hope they don't ruin my shoes.You think really stupid crap when you're under stress.The third one quickly ducked down and grabbed my legsbefore I could start kicking.Now I was helpless. My 'boxing opponent' slapped my left tit again, then my right, and I started crying and sobbing convulsively.Then he. She didn't stop until Leah's head was at least four feet from the floor. "I hope you're hanging comfortably now," she said, "cause it's going to get quite uncomfortable from now on." Leah was far from comfortable. Her arms and shoulders hurt, the handcuffs cut into her ankles and hanging upside down with a large ball gag in her mouth didn't help her nausea one bit. Suddenly, a sharp pain to her left breast distracted her from her position and nausea. Jane smacked a riding crop down on her. Her lips were fuller than when I saw her last. Jatin dear is doing full justice to her and her body, I thought. Marital bliss was showing in Deep’s eyes. She gave me a bear hug and I could make out that she was not wearing any falsies under her blouse. I put a hand on her hips to check. No padding here either. Good show girl !!!.Jatin looked his usual smart with a T shirt and grey jeans to match. He was wearing loafers to look casual. His arms,chest broad shoulders all looked inviting. More so.