It was late Friday night and I was walking home from the club I worked at while studying. I decided to take a short cut through a park that was half way. This was well in the inner city and the streets weren't always safe so this was probably not the best idea, but I was tired and in a hurry to get home. As I was walking alone through the poorly lit, nearly empty park- I began to get the feeling that I was being followed. I dismissed this thought, aware that being built tall, with broad shoulders and being black meant that I would probably not seem like the easiest target for any potential criminals. But then I heard the soft sounds of footfalls. To try and get away, I decided to leave the park as quickly as I could, needing to get to a better lit and more public area. As I headed towards what I thought was the right direction, I soon realized that I wasn't quite sure where I was going. But soon I was out of the park and walking down a quiet street. Too quiet a street. Either side of me, old, worn-out high rise buildings cast dark shadows that the tired, yellow street lamps struggled to resist. I was deep in the heart of inner city decay. It was an eerie place and I was getting more and more nervous.
Just as I started to speed up my walk, I almost walked straight into someone standing just at the entry of a dark alley.
"Yo son, you wanting some reds?" he asked me. I figured he was talking about drugs, so I said 'no'. As I tried to walk past him, someone else approached me from the alley, standing in my path. His arm got in my way as I tried to round past him.
"Hold up shawty, what you doing here?" he asked me. I told him I was walking home.
"That ain't right. You looking for something, ain't you?"
"Nah man. Just going home. Like I said. Don't want any drugs." I was beginning to feel scared. They both were young but very thuggish. Maybe late twenties, which would have made them a little older than me. Also, he was giving me some strange looks which was making me feel really uncomfortable.
"No drugs? Ok then. Mike, you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked his friend, the guy standing behind me. Before I realized what was going on, I felt a cold metal object pressed against my back. When I tried to turn around, I was told not to. I realized it was a gun that I had held against me.
"Please don't shoot. I ain't got anything on me," I said, fearing for my life.
"Yeah? Well not the way we see it. Since you ain't here for our drugs, you here for something else. Our dicks." He said, completely stunning me.
"Look man, you got the wrong guy. I ain't into that- it's not-"
"Shut up motherfucker! You know you ain't got any choice here. Now my man here is going to lead the way."
Frightened and feeling powerless- I was led by these two men through a dark alley and behind a building. In this rough neighborhood, streetlights were scarce but the moon was out in full and I could make out the pale shadows of these thugs.
"Now, all we want is some head... you suck our dicks good- with that good head game and we let you go free, no problem. Is that understood?" Mike told me. His gun was pointing right at my head. What choice did I have?
"I hear you. You promise to let me go right?" I asked.
"We promise. Get on your knees," Mike said, watching me listen to him. He unzipped his jeans and without another word, I felt his flaccid head rested against my lips. Reluctantly, my mouth opened and I took him in- fighting the urge not to retch as I tasted him. Actually, it wasn't that bad. And as I bobbed my head, he began to grow and fill my mouth up. I was only 21 so my experience with other men- though probably a little more advanced than the average black guy my age in an inner city neighborhood- was fairly limited. But I had sucked dick before and knew what I was doing. I was actually trying hard to make Mike cum as quickly as possible- so that this would be over. But he kept trying to slide more and more of his dick into my face- wanting to face fuck me. In these frantic moments, I began to swallow and swallow more- impressed not only by the size of Mike's piece but also at how well I was able to take it. I strained as swallowed him past half his length- and in one exhaustive breath he pulled out of me, my spit now covering his dick well.