It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me.
I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotional pain it caused, I still smiled to myself from time to time, knowing that I was able to fuck 8 men at the same time. Sometimes I felt as if I was performing a service to the community. Here were 8 different men who probably had no sex life and I was there to give them the release that they needed.
Regardless, I moved on. I finished nursing school and I found a job as a traveling nurse. I had left Roger around the same time as the gang bang. He called and texted but thankfully I was smart enough to have never given him my address so he left it at that. Lots of apologies but I never entertained his requests for forgiveness. He betrayed me and I would never let anyone else take advantage of me. As for Will, he was always an asshole. He fucked me well (really well actually) and was perhaps the best fuck of my life but he never called me either. Frank was simply a one night stand and though some of his buddies took interest in me, I was never going to see them again.
So I moved to the city but every 6 weeks I worked a different contract. Summer of 2011 was here and I found myself living in Tampa, FL. The heat and humidity were unbearable at times but I was running a lot more and doing some lifting every day and I looked and felt great. I had also started cycling regularly so my legs were toned beyond belief.
I worked in a small surgical hospital in a suburb of Tampa and that is where I met Harold. Harold was a HVAC technician and I knew from the moment I first saw him that he was interested in me. He chatted me up quite a bit, often seeking me out from the nurse's station and schedule his breaks with me so that we could talk.
We became friends fast. Within a couple of weeks, we would go out for drinks but he never once tried to take advantage of my drunken state. He would always drive me home and wait for me to ask him if he wanted to come inside.
I was still pretty firm on being celibate so I never asked what he thought of me. He was attractive enough, though not as good looking as Will or Roger were. He was in his mid 50's with graying hair and a large stomach. He stood about 5'6" and looked to be about 220 lbs. He had hair coming out of his ears. He wore a white goatee and mustache and had a deep Southern accent.
He would tell me stories of his college days and also of his time in the Navy where he would hook up with men before they got back to base. He seemed to have a wild side to him but for whatever reason he seemed to genuinely like talking to me.
About 3 weeks after we met, we went out again. We had been at the sports bar for about an hour and I was plenty drunk already. He had one beer.
"Raj, what do you say we go back to my place and play some cards?" he asked. My roommate is driving back from Jacksonville tonight and I wanted you to meet him too.
"Sure", but I barely consented. He took me by the hand and led me to his car and opened the door and I got in. He got in on his side and the entire car sank with his weight. I was wearing shorts and a zip top shirt. Even though I was committing myself to celibacy, alcohol was making me open up a little bit and I was horny but still reserved. I watched silently as Harold struggled to put his seat belt on.
I felt my cock swell a little as I watched him fumbling for his keys. I could see his hair coming out of his ears and the sweat forming on his forehead. His thick gray hair was matted from the humidity.
"It's ok, Harry, I got this," I said softly as I reached in front where his crotch was and found the keys. He dropped them their accidentally and was having trouble reaching between his legs. I brushed up against a large bulge down there. He smiled and groaned in approval.
"Hehe, thanks sweety." He reached out and touched my leg and rested his hand there for a bit. I sat back and looked at his thick meaty hand. His hand was wide enough to hold my lower thigh. He squeezed my leg and then started his car and we drove home in silence.
He was staring me at me while we waited at every light. I could sense it.
"You look very hot tonight, Raj!" he exclaimed. "This Tampa heat brings out the hotness in you, HAHAHA!"
He sounded dorky but I thought it was adorable. I smiled, somewhat embarrassed, although I had received so many lewd compliments in the past.
We drove to a trailer in the middle of nowhere. There were trees all around us. I had no idea that he lived in such isolation. There was a tow truck in the driveway.
"Burt's home!" he said. "Great, we all reached together!"
I got out of the car, still intoxicated and wobbly. He put his arm on my shoulder and guided me up the steps and into his trailer.
"Raj, welcome to our humble abode," he said and motioned with his left arm. It was obviously a home of trailer proportions, so nothing was very big. There was a small TV in the corner, an oversized sofa and a recliner. A tiny table with 4 chairs was in the kitchen area. There were two tiny bedrooms at the other end.
A large burly man who looked to be in his 60's came out of the tiny bathroom wearing boxer shorts and a V neck undershirt. He had hair coming out of his shirt and his legs were thick like tree trunks and they were blanketed with thick hair . He had a stocky appearance but he still stood about 5 inches taller than my 5'10 frame. He was brushing his teeth but reached out and shook my hand as he stared me up and down.
"Hi, you must be Raj, I'm Burt!" he said. Deep voice, muffled with the toothbrush.
I shook his hand, still dazed. My hand was tiny compared to his.
Out of habit, I looked at his crotch and he caught me looking so he grabbed it and shifted it in place and winked at me. I smiled shyly. I kept telling myself to relax and that I had sworn myself to celibacy. I remembered how panicked and freaked I was, running to the health department to get check for all sorts of diseases and being genuinely worried about my life.
But I was still horny and I hadn't had any sort of sex in almost a year. And neither had either of these old geezers by the looks of it.
"Have a seat Raj, make yourself comfortable," Harold said. He brought me a shot glass and a bottle of Jim Beam. He poured me a shot and I chugged it.
He brought out a game of Checkers. Burt came and sat down in one of the chair. I sat cross legged in the other chair and finally Harold sat down. Burt was still wearing his boxers and I couldn't help myself but stare at him and his large crotch area, trying to guess how big he was down there. The two of them were drinking beers and were getting quite raucous.
"You look like you packin' quite the body there, Raj!" Harold yelled out while laughing.
Burt would not take his eyes off of me and simply murmured in agreement.
Burt reached over and grabbed my leg and tried to put his hand up my shorts and I rejected him, "No! Not tonight, I'm sorry."
He chuckled. "Maybe you ain't drunk enough yet, baby," he poured me another shot but I glared at him.
"Ooh angry little thing, ain't you?" He laughed out loud and Harold joined him.
"I see you at the hospital, I see how you look at me," Harold said.
"I am sorry, I just thought we were going to hang out," I stammered a silly response.
