To have thick cocks in me. This went for hours until……Until I had to stop writing and start pulling one off at my writing table thinking of all that action I had got. End. However I was on holiday and so I marched straight along the rutted path. Gay sex I unpacked and then had a kip on the table. Not sure how long I was there I suddenly woke. Faces appeared and leered down at me. The faces were of men of various ages. They were not sign posted so it was down to me to decide. One path looked smooth and public and the other a kind of crooked mess that I call rutted. To me it was rutted because the path was made of very old looking stones that had come loose giving way to foliage that sprung up around. Now me being only clad in shorts, tank top and a pair of low heel tennis shoes would think to take the smooth public path. Some I would say were young and some not quite old but looked more mature than the rest. Hands grappled at my clothes and I was lifted off the table and thrown against a tree bare bollock naked except for my shoes. Then they tied me to the tree so I was bent over. Guess what
