Thomas' Rape

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That ambush in front of his apartment building was the last time Thomas’ rapists visited him. Soon after, they were caught. Their luck had run out. They’d abducted a 19-year-old college student. A witness saw them forcing the youth into the van, took pictures and called the police. The police traced the van, they were too late though to prevent the white boy from being repeatedly orally and anally sodomized by the gang of three. This time, the DA had a solid case and pled it out, with the rapists each taking five-year prison sentences. The exact number of young white men they terrorized remains unknown. The brutalized youth was spared testifying in court and his identity remained hidden. Thomas was free of them and relieved.

Inexplicably the four cops also ceased contacting Thomas. Were the two events related? Or did something happen to the cops? Still, he had had sex with them several times before they deserted him. The setup was the two separate teams texting at different times gave notice as to when they would be arriving. Thomas would make himself available to sexually gratify them every way they desired and be a good host. Officer Perez being the youngest, horniest and single, occasionally paid solo visits, Thomas got accustomed to the power of Puerto Rican cock.

This had all blessedly come to end and he certainly had no desire to seek them out. Was he really spared? Thomas was jittery for a few weeks, then life returned to normal. Of course he thought about what he’d been through, but it was in the past.

Midterm exams were completed,  lengthy term papers had been written and handed in. Christine, he and three other couples that they were friends with decided a Friday night celebration was in order and so they planned to go to a nightclub. The alluring Christine wore a black slit dress and Thomas wore a new pair of gleaming white jeans and a short tailored untucked black dress shirt. The tight denim showcased his round firm ass and virile crotch. He’d let his blond hair grow and it was kind of shaggy. They were a sexy young couple.

There was a crowded line to get into the club and eventually the tall black garbed Black doorman checked their IDs “Have a good time” he smiled. They met up with their friends. There was dancing, shots and beers. Eventually the buzzed Thomas had to pee and so went downstairs to the men’s room. It was empty, he went to a urinal, unzipped, took his dick out and pissed. Shortly, someone came in and went to the next urinal.

“Hey, how’s it going?” a deep voice said. “Great, thanks” said Thomas, looking over and then at the Black doorman who had checked their IDs. He was 25 years old, tall and handsome. Thomas had in the last several months become an unintentional authority of penises and saw that the doorman had an extraordinary member. It was gargantuan, the biggest one he’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot. It was a thick, cut club-like appendage that when hard had to be nine inches with a superbly shaped head. Thomas was transfixed watching the heavy stream of piss spraying from that swaying soft monster dick. The doorman grinned, turned and walked away with it out, into a stall.

Thomas had had not man sex in the weeks since the cops ghosted him. He’d thought about it, had many memories and believed that all to be over. Was it the alcohol? Was it that he’d been involuntarily indoctrinated? Did he always have such suppressed feelings that were released by being assaulted? As twisted as it might be, did he simply just miss taking dick? He’d taken psychology classes, he didn’t need to see a therapist to know that his impending behavior was a complex reaction to his having been raped by that gang and the police.

The main thing was that in this split second, Thomas knew he wanted that big black cock and knew what he wanted to do to it. So be it. With his heart pounding, he headed into the stall and locked the door. It was cramped and with lightning speed, the doorman nudged Thomas to sit on the toilet. He stood with his legs in front of Thomas’ tightly closed legs, masking them. Any of the several men who entered the bathroom would only notice two legs standing before the toilet.

However, the actual tableau in that stall was that of the Black doorman standing over the pale hypnotic Thomas who had his head raised up and his mouth open as wide as possible as he orally worshipped that prize tool with the doorman’s hands around his head. Thomas was overcome with confused erotic desire as he tasted big black cock and precum once again. He cupped the doorman’s warm, smooth and weighty balls, feeling their power. 

All the while, Thomas’ hard dick strained in his tight white jeans excitedly. As the doorman fucked his face, Thomas thought to himself, “No one’s forcing you this time. You’re in a public toilet sucking a Black guy’s big cock. You want it! Did you always want it and didn’t know it? You’ll figure out what it means later.” During this covert blow job, Thomas heard the sounds of men coming and going. Thankfully no one used the stalls adjacent to the assignation.

Thomas tightened his throat slightly to increase friction on the skin of the doorman’s cock, time was a factor and he needed to get the doorman off as soon as possible. Thomas felt the doorman’s cock spasm, then there was the gusher of thick blasts of searing man juice that he swallowed. The 10-minute encounter was completed. The doorman pulled up his underwear and black jeans, zipped and did his belt. He rapidly opened the stall door got out and rapidly closed it. Thomas locked it, sat on the toilet for five minutes, got up and left the stall. None of the guys in the men’s room seemed suspicious. He washed his hands and looked at his flushed face in the mirror.

Upstairs, he stopped at the bar and got a shot of whiskey which he chugged. He needed to chill after what he had just done, also believing alcohol would prevent Christine from sensing the essence of dick and the taste of cum on his lips.

His group had more drinks and were dancing, his twenty minute absence went unremarked. He and Christine danced and made out. She groped his noticeable throbbing hardon. Impressed at his arousal and believing that she was the cause of it, she became so turned on and incited them to leave. They passed the doorman outside and took a taxi to his place. Her hands were all over Thomas in the cab. She even had unzipped him and was stroking his dick as they laughed and spoke casually during the ride. She then went down on him! Fuck! Getting his dick sucked in a cab was now off Thomas’ bucket list. Later, when Thomas paid, the attentive driver grinned and winked at him.

When they got home, the possessed and uncharacteristically uninhibited Christine ardently went down again on Thomas’ pulsating 7.5” cock. He sat back getting the best head ever from her which bolstered his masculine pride and self-esteem. They soon had their clothes off, then there was a steamy and natural scene as a young boyfriend and his young girlfriend had porn star quality sex, the finale being Thomas fucking the screaming Christine from behind for the first time, to a shattering orgasm.

Previously, their sex life had been passionate though mild mannered with mutual concern. Tonight, it was if they had both discovered a new, richer plain of sexual consciousness. There had been the profound new dimension as Christine was subservient to Thomas, who was now the object of desire.  

He woke up nude the next morning groggy and hungover. Christine was nude and sleeping.

In the trashcan near the bed was a filled condom. His white jeans were on the floor, picking them up, he noticed the stain on the crotch from his leaking dick that had seeped through his underwear and put them in a hamper. His shirt was also on the floor. Holding it, he saw the doorman’s cum stain on the shoulder which he hadn’t noticed before. There was a business card in the pocket. It said: Paul Matthews Security Specialist, with an email and a cellphone number.