Laguna Beach

When I was in my late 20s my boyfriend's friend Barry invited us to stay with him one weekend at a condo he had in Laguna Beach. It wasn't exactly fancy but was very nice and pretty resort-like. It was a big development, I think there were something like 200 units.

The complex had a large pool area with landscaped zones including little grassy hills and hedges. There were 30 or 40 patio lounge chairs in numerous small rows and groups. Most were already occupied. My boyfriend Matt, our friend Barry and I found the only place where there were 3 together and settled in. After lying in the hot sun for a while, I heard my companions talking to the man in the chaise on the far side of them from me. He was a muscled, burly, bearded, hairy redheaded man of about 40. On the other side of him was a slender tanned young blond boy. They seemed intent on their conversation, probably politics or something, I couldn't make any of it out.

When the young blond returned from the pool he approached me. Standing over me, he said, 

"Move. I want to talk to your boyfriend."

"What?"

"I said get out of that chair, I want to sit there."

"Are you kidding?"

"I'm going to sit in your chair. It's mine now."

I looked at Matt and Barry. Past them, I also saw the big bearded redhead watching. They all seemed to be suppressing a smile. The redhead said, "I think Kenny wants your seat." Taking it that they were playing a prank on me, I laughed and turned back to the boy.

"Beat it."

But instead of laughing, he leaned over and shoved me right off the lounge. I scrambled to my feet and yelled, "Fuck you!" Kenny started around the head of the chair and I went to meet him. We were now standing on a grass area behind the chairs, covering a large area in the corner of the pool area, with a tall hedge around that, before the wrought iron fence. Face to face, Kenny was about an inch shorter than me and at least 20 pounds lighter. His smooth young body was slim, graceful and well formed, the classic swimmer's build. He wore tight, tiny pink bikini shorts, practically but not quite a thong. I was in my bright blue speedos, tight and pretty small as well, but not as revealing as his. But while my clearly outlined genitals were quite small, his pink bulge was like a large banana.

I shoved Kenny's chest, tossing him back easily, but he stepped right back up and slapped my face hard. Shocked, I reached up to my stinging cheek as his soaking torso slapped into mine. We thudded to the wet grass together, grappling for control. I rolled us over so I was on top and pinned his wrists to the ground over his head. But we were both slippery and he quickly eeled his arms free. He pushed my head down into a headlock under his armpit and my face was in the grass. I was still straddling him from above but my body was bent over and my head beside and partly under his body. He wrapped his legs around my midsection so I couldn't roll off and used his free arm to reinforce the one around me neck. I gasped and strained, straightening my legs and digging at the slick grass with my toes. The claustrophobic panic I felt there with my face pressed into the into the darkness of the grass lasted only a few seconds before I grew faint. I pawed at his slippery choking arms and kicked my legs uselessly at nothing.

I woke up on my back, confused. There were leaves just a few inches over my face. I felt hot but there was a cool breeze across my entire body. I turned my head and realized my face was beneath the hedge, my body stretched out onto the wet grass. I ducked my head so I could sit up, looking down to see my glistening wet chest, abs and thighs speckled with bits of grass. My speedos were twisted up, one leg opening pulled up so high and the waistband pushed so low that my left asscheek, my asscrack and the top of my hairless pubis were completely exposed. The tip of my little cock was pressing with all its might against the shiny blue fabric of my shorts. Looking up I saw Kenny sitting on the edge of my chair. Redbeard, Barry and even my so-called boyfriend Matt were watching me and chuckling. Dazed, angry and ashamed, I rose unsteadily to my feet. As I tried to straighten out my swim shorts Kenny strode over to stand with his chest pushed against mine, his face an inch from mine, looking dominantly into my eyes. I shoved him and he took several steps back and somehow I got off a punch before he did anything more. It was a strong but slow punch that hit the side of his head. It pushed his whole body to the side but wasn't fast enough to do any damage. He came in and his knuckles stabbed the ribs high up just under my left armpit and the other fist hit me in the extreme lower right abdomen. I bent forward sucking wind and another right hit my jaw, straightening me up. I staggered back a step and almost went down but he quickly reached around and wrapped his left hand around the back of my neck, keeping me from falling backward. Dazed, I stood loose and wobbly, leg muscles weak and jiggling, mouth open, my blurry eyes looking straight into his. All I was aware of was Kenny, his warm wet hand on the back of my neck, the cool breeze on my hot soaked near-naked body, and my thrilled throbbing groin. At that moment his contemptuous sneering pretty face was my whole world. He reached back with his right hand in a fist. I saw the punch coming but did nothing to try to stop it. I don't know if it was because I couldn't, or because I didn't want to. When the punch hit my face my arms still hung slack at my sides, my whole body was relaxed, and I was still looking dopily into Kenny's eyes.

I hit the grass and rolled onto my face, arms stretched up over my head. I was badly stunned and completely limp, unable to move. Everything was black but I could hear the commotion over my getting KO'd. I could also feel my fat lips, and felt it when the boy pulled my shorts off my ass and down my legs. I heard Matt's laughter among that of everyone else in the pool area. I could also feel my hardon grinding against the grass, and then Kenny's hands. One was on my naked asscheek and the other under my smooth armpit as he rolled me over onto my back. I felt my wet limp arms and legs slowly flopping in the hot sun as my body turned, and my nipples crinkle in the cool breeze against my slippery nakedness.

A shadow fell over my eyes just as I was at last able to crack them open. It was Kenny's face, descending on mine. One of his hands pushed against my forehead and the other ran down my slippery chest as his lips caressed mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I moaned in objection and squirmed, but the thrill of arousal ran through my body like an electric shock. I was practically cumming. Suddenly he stood over me, pulling me by the hair to a seat on the grass. He shucked his pink shorts and I was confronted with his huge, rubbery, slimy brown cock.

"Suck my dick, you fucking bitch!"

"Fuck you!"

"Suck it!" He jerked my hair hard. I felt like I was about to cry.

"No, I won't!"

Then came the slap. So hard my ears rang. I got on my knees and put my hands on the front of his hips, opening my mouth to find his glistening glans. There was an eruption of approving murmurs from some of the observers. Tears ran down my face and precum down my rockhard penis as I began to serve him. Once he came in my mouth, he pulled my hair back so my face pointed to the sky, sliding his big softening cock out as his hand went under my chin, pushing my mouth closed and sealing in his generous load except the portion that was already flowing down my lips and chin.
"Swallow it." I started to shake my head but he jerked my hair hard once more and I surrendered. I could barely take it all down in one gulp. He shoved my head away in contempt, then put his bare foot on my soaked chest and pushed me to the ground. He turned away, then back to look down at me, his shorts wadded up in his hand. He bent over me and forced them into my mouth, then snatched my speedos from the grass and put them on.
"I like these. Think I'll keep em." Then he stepped over me so he stood straddling my face for a moment, just dominating me. I laid my head back on the grass and went limp, resigning to my oppression. He stepped the rest of the way over me so he was behind me.

"Sit up."

I did, and he kneeled, moving forward so his knees and thighs were under my back. He put a hand on my right shoulder and the other on my left pec and eased my back against his chest. He began caressing my sweat slicked torso and neck, teasing my hard nipples. I arched and moaned and he pulled and twisted my nipples, making me squirm and moan more. He spent a couple of minutes on that while I looked, betrayed, into my smiling boyfriend's eyes. Then Kenny said, "Come here," and Matt stood and walked over. Kenny pointed to my dancing erection. Matt kneeled between my legs as I spread them obediently. He fondled my tight little pink balls and I felt Kenny's arm lace through mine, holding them behind me by the elbows as his other arm snaked around my neck. Understanding what was happening I said "No! Please!" But then the arm was clamped under my jaw, squeezing my throat.

"Hurt him," Kenny said to Matt who, smiling at me in contempt, wrapped his fingers around the base of my balls. I had thought he was my loyal boyfriend, but he pulled and squeezed them, slapped them, while writhed in pain and humiliation. With his other hand Matt pinched, pulled and twisted my unprotected nipples as the pressure from Kenny's arm built up in my head and face. I was getting fuzzy but the erotic charge coursing through me was still sharp as a samurai sword. I saw hands on Matt's shoulders and then Barry's face next to Matt's, smiling at me. They looked at each other and kissed — a lover's kiss. In spite of my daze I felt very hurt, and even more humiliated than before. When Matt's hand finally left my nipples and touched my glassy bouncing penis I was already almost cumming. Still tormenting my balls with his other hand, Matt leaned forward and kissed me, ramming his tongue down my throat. He sat back and continued working between my spread hairless legs, gazing into my eyes as my body jerked spasmodically. Barry stood over me, whipped out his already hard cock and started jerking off in my face. He began cumming almost immediately, squirting hot thick liquid onto my forehead, cheeks, nose and mouth. Kenny torqued his arm harder against my neck and gave me a rough jerk, twisting my head up and to the right. Looking up into the trees, my eyes rolled up and began to close.

As Matt's left hand cruelly yanked my poor testicles and his right gently stroked my throbbing little red cock he said, "You belong to Kenny now. So long Greg. You fucking cunt." My vision went dark but I felt every spurt as my body bucked, my legs pedaled, drool rolled down my chin. I felt the weight of my thigh and abdominal muscles jiggling and my swollen nipples dancing on my slack wet quivering pecs as my cum splattered against them.

Someone said "Uuuuhhh uh uhuhuh UUUHHHH." It was me.

When I woke up Matt and Barry were gone but I was told the semen on my chest and face was theirs.

"You're staying with us now," said the big Redhead, "Put on your new shorts." I pulled the tiny pink cum covered wadded bikini shorts that had once belonged to Kenny out of my mouth and put them on. Then I followed obediently behind, head hanging, as they walked through the complex to their condo unit.