...and if you're thinking I am in a little bit of trouble, you're right.

This story isn't as glamous or interesting as it sounds, so if you hate to be disappointed skip it.

It always starts with a text message, in this case it was simply: "Do you remember my friend Alton?" This coming from the only guy (Lets call him Asshole Mark) in my phone who is also a strict bottom-only. That makes us friends but also not really cause we like the same guys.

I didn't remember Alton, but I lied. "Sure." I texted back. The reply didn't come for two hours, but it was pretty simple: "Would you do a whole 'found boy' situation thing for his bday next week?"

Please note: I added punctuation to all of Asshole Marks texts.

"Uh. No but thx." I replied and then I Googled 'found boy' situation and didn't find much. So, I was now curious but also: fuck-off Mark and your super specific sex stuff. Asshole.

Here's what's going to happen. I am going to ask Mark what's a 'found boy' fetish and he'll be all, "omg! You don't know? I'm a level 7 Found Boy Thetan and...blah, blah, blah." You guys all know a guy like Mark right? He's got a massive cock but I don't think he's ever put in anyone.

Ok, so now is the next week and Mark comes over with his pick-up truck, handcuffs, and a blindfold. Here's the sitch: he wants me to get into the bed of the truck, blindfolded, handcuffed, and naked. He'll drive me to Alton's house, go inside, and tell Alton that he left his bday present in the truck bed.

So, there were some obvious problems. The truck had no liner. So I was like, its going to hurt to roll around back there. Also, why can't I strip and get into handcuffs and everything when we get there? Also, what if someone sees me in the back of the truck? Also what if we get pulled over?

Mark get annoyed with me and tell me that its really close, there are only stop signs on the route, and we'll go at night.

So, now I'm naked and lubing my hole and Mark is like, "omg! I love your cock its so cute! Can I take a pic?" Fuck off Mark and your codewords that mean my dick is smaller than yours. Asshole.

We do the handcuffs (in front) and the blindfold and I get into the truck bed, with lube trickling put slowly. It's dark but hard to tell whats going on. I thought I would be soft but by the time we park I am hard as fuck.

The mixture of anxiety and adrenaline is my preffered high. My heart was doing 130 beats in the 25 mph zone and really this is why everyone needs a Mark: he still has a great imagination.

The front door just opened and closed. Someone's coming. I do my best to stick my ass up but kinda am still squirming a bit when the tailgate comes down...

...and almost immediately goes back up. Quick footsteps back to the front door and I hear it close. Hard.

Um. "Hello?"

A moment later I can hear Marks voice as he comes back outside.

"No. It's fine. He's fine." Mark says. "I thought you were into this?"

I hear Alton talk for the first time. "It's too weird. I am kinda freaking out."

"Fucking calm down. Just look..." I feel a hand on my ass and then a finger inside me for a moment and then pulled out again. "Looks its lube. He wants to do it."

Theres another moment of hesitation. "Hey. Are you ok?" Alton asks me (I'm assuming).

"He's fine. I promise. Fucking watch." I hear a belt, zipper, and fabric on fabric. Then i hear Mark spit, feel his cock slapping on my ass, before he tries to thrust it only semi-hard into my hole.

"See. Its ok. Right?" Mark says to me. I let out a little gasp when he finally slides the head into me. The pain is intense. "You can go raw or use a condom. He's fine either way."

Another inch. Another groan.

"Oh shit. I never stay hard inside someone. Here take my phone and film this shit."

The next thrust came harder. My prostate burst with pleasure. The next noise I made was a low moan and I was rewarded with another, deeper thrust.

"Say you like it." Mark said casually. Fuck Mark and his... thrust thrust thrust

'Say you like it." thrust

"Don't stop." Was all I could say. Mark stopped. "Don't stop what?" He said.

And then Mark pulled out before I could answer. He pulled up his pants before I could even move and he was out of the truck bed watching the instant replay on his phone before I could even feel a fleck of shame.

"I'm going back inside, have fun." Said Mark, and then he was gone. I heard Alton pulling down his pants, spitting on his dick, and then I felt it enter me but there was no pleasure. It wasn't small, but Mark's cock had a large, round head. Mark's cock was wide and thick. Mark's cock had filled every space inside me and Alton's dick just wasn't the same.

"Are you ok?" Alton asked as he started to fuck me. "Yeah, keep going." Was all I said.

"Can I cum inside your mouth?" Alton asked. "Sure." I said.

Alton helped me carefully flip over and he shoved his dick pretty forcefully in my mouth and nutted. It wasn't a lot of cum. I barely noticed it.

Fucking Mark. Asshole.