My Gay Fantasy

[MickeyD53]

I've always had this fantasy. From the time I was a teenage boy. I meet a couple of black men at a friends party. We get to talking about camping, fishing and general outdoor stuff. I really like these guys and kind of follow them around the party all evening. Finally one of then turns to me and says "you want to be our bitch or something? You've been shadowing us all night." With that bit of humiliation, I back off, grab a ******* and sooth my wounded ego in the corner all by myself. I can still watch these guys mingling through the people. Lots of girls are gladly chatting these two guys up. Well I could see why. Both these men were extremely handsome, in fantastic athletic shape and very very confident. The more I watched them the more "being their bitch" appealed to me. I felt myself getting aroused. This was weird. I had never gotten aroused about black men before. Sure I had a few gay sex fantasies, but always about white guys. This was different. This was an intense arousal. So intense that I didn't here my friend John talking to me. When I finally heard him he was saying goodbye and asked if I needed a ride. I told him yes, but let me say goodbye to a couple of new guys I met. I walked over to both of them and apologized for making them uncomfortable earlier, and I didn't want to leave without saying I was sorry. That's when the tallest guy said, "that's ok man. We were actually kind of mean." then he said "Look you said you like fishing right? Well I have a cabin up at the lake and we go fishing at least twice a month. You're welcome to come with us next time." Without even thinking about it, I quickly said "yeah, I'd love to." Then he said "don't worry about driving. We'll pick you up and you will ride with us". He said it almost like I had no say in it. That was weird but kind of admirably in charge of him.
They picked me up at the scheduled time and we drove the two hours to the cabin. He had brought two other black friends with him so there were five of us in his SUV. They kept laughing and saying to each other what a great weekend this was going to be. When I put my bag and fishing pole in the back I didn't see any other fishing gear. I figured it was already at the cabin.
We pulled up to the cabin and I was the only one unloading anything. That's when one of his friends came around and told me not to bother, I wasn't going to need my pole or my bag. Then he slapped my ass and said 'I think you're going to like this weekend. I know we are." He smacked my ass pretty hard and it started stinging. The other guys were already in the cabin. I entered and the other guy followed me in. He closed the door and locked the two dead bolts that were on the door. I wasn't sure what that was all about until the tall man I met at the party came out of one of the bedrooms carrying a suitcase. He put it on the couch and told me this is why I didn't need my bag or my pole and to pick out something to wear. I opened the suitcase and it was filled with women's underwear, lingerie, a couple of very short dresses and high heels. I said "wait a minute. What is this all about?" He said 'Well I was telling my buddies here how you were following us around the party like you were our bitch or something, so we all thought why not. This won't be the first white boy we turn." With all four of these huge and obviously strong black men surrounding me, I did't feel like I had much of a choice.
As i looked through the suitcase feeling the silkiness of the underwear and seeing the sheerness of the lingerie, that same intense arousal I felt at the party started to creep in and the thought of being their bitch started sounding and feeling pretty nice.