Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2023 14:11:53 +0000 From: William Razeur Subject: Life After Coach; Partner 8, Sarge Life After Coach; Partner 8, Sarge After George and I reconciled and began to socialize as friends, he, Ray and I went to El Paso for a weekend. George had friends there with whom we could stay while we bar hopped. George's friends invited some of their friends to join us for a visit across the border to Juarez, Mexico for dinner. Jack, Fred and Sarge showed up. Jack took up with Ray. George paired off with Fred, and I was left with Sarge. Sarge was in the Army at Ft. Bliss. He was a handsome, tall, muscular black man. I had never personally known a black man, but I have never felt racial prejudice, so being paired with Sarge was not a problem for me. He was a good looking guy and had a friendly personality. We took two cars and drove across the border to a restaurant they frequented. We had a fantastic Mexican food meal and several drinks. They introduced us to Membrillo, a quince liquor. It tasted very good and I drank way too much, especially for someone who doesn't normally drink alcohol. We went to a few bars where we could dance as gay couples. I enjoyed dancing with Sarge. He was a good dancer. He also kissed me a few times as we danced. He was a good kisser also. We returned to our friends' apartment around 2:00 AM. I was tired and ready to go to bed. Since I didn't know where we were supposed to sleep, George and Ray and their respective escorts got the bedrooms and the beds. I was left in the living room to sleep on the floor. Sarge had stayed also, so we lay down on the floor to go to sleep. Sarge was not ready for sleep and had other things in mind. He began kissing me. I enjoyed his company and he was physically attractive so I returned his kisses. Kisses led to fondling, and the next thing I knew, Sarge had me out of my clothes, naked underneath him. I admit I was turned on and not opposed to going further. I had also had too much to drink which contributed to what happened. Sarge raised my bare legs onto his shoulders. I knew this meant he intended to fuck me, for which I was willing. However, I was not ready. Sarge aimed his hard cock, which I never saw, at the rosebud entry to my anus and rammed it in. He did not use lube, nor wet my ass with spit, nor did he wet his cock. He just shoved it dry inside me. It hurt like hell! My ass muscles immediately rejected his manhood, and he proceeded to try to ram it in again. I began to try to get away from him. I was not at all opposed to being fucked by Sarge. I did find him attractive and, as selective as I am about sex partners, Sarge had passed my criteria. But, I am not into pain as part of sex. I know some people enjoy that, but I'm not there. In my effort to escape Sarge, I flipped over onto my stomach to try to crawl out from under him. Big mistake. On my stomach, I could not fight him off with my arms and legs. With his weight and muscles, I was outmatched. I was pinned on my stomach underneath him. He took aim again with his dry, and apparently large cock, and plowed into my sore, dry mancunt, He shoved in to his hilt in one thrust. Pain shot through my ass and body like it was on fire. Sarge didn't waste any time letting me adjust to his entry, as if I could have adjusted. He brutally fucked me. I have enough experience to know that initial entry of a cock into my ass may be slightly painful, but it is only temporary. After my ass becomes accustomed to the cock inside it, my muscles relax and I am able to enjoy and contribute to the sex act. Past sex partners have always been considerate and allowed me to adjust to their entry to my bowel. But, with Sarge, there was no becoming accustomed. I felt like his cock was tearing my colon to shreds with every thrust into me. I wanted to cry out for help, but he held one hand over my mouth and kept me from screaming. Tears flowed from my eyes and down my face from the pain. Normally, I would be aroused and leaking precum, but I was not at all aroused. I was totally turned off by this brutal assault. Sarge fucked me hard for what seemed like hours. I was exhausted from struggling to get away. I lay limp underneath him and he continued to pound my butt with his steely manhood. I could feel liquid running down my asscrack and down the back of my balls. I didn't know if it was blood or precum or what it might be. All I could do was lie there and take his assault on my ass. Finally, he grunted and lunged hard against my ravaged hole and I could feel his cock pumping hot cum inside me, filling my bleeding anal canal with his man seed. He grunted and lunged again, and I could feel another round of sperm exploding into my man hole. Once more and he collapsed on top of me. I lay under Sarge, his cock still inside me, but at least it was still. I was glad my ordeal was over, or at least I hoped it was, and I either passed out or fell asleep. I awoke next morning with an extremely sore asshole. I felt like my entire body was bruised and battered. I got up off the floor, gathered my clothes and found the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and pissed, and let my painfully sore anus drain of cum and blood. Then I took a long shower and let the water revive me. When I was dressed and reluctantly returned to the living room, Sarge was gone. I was glad I didn't have to face him again. Our hosts, George, Ray and their respective partners for the night, eventually got up and came into the living room. I was lying on the couch, still exhausted from my previous night's ordeal. They all seemed refreshed and ready to face the new day. Our hosts prepared breakfast of spinach quiche and bacon and toast. After eating we gathered our belongings and loaded my car for our trip home. I was in no condition to drive, so George drove us home. I slept in the back seat. No one ever asked about what might have happened to me, although it was apparent to everyone that something wasn't right. I learned weeks later, that another friend had visited the friends in El Paso and Sarge had done the same thing to him. I didn't go to a doctor, and after a few days, my rectum stopped bleeding. It was a long time before I had any desire to have sex with anyone. I understand how rape victims feel. There is a shame for something which isn't your fault, and yet you feel you are blamed because you didn't fight back hard enough. I am finally able to put the experience behind me. *************************************************************** Please make a donation to Nifty.org to support maintenance and upkeep of the site. There is a cost for server usage to store and allow access to all the stories you enjoy reading for your erotic pleasure. I have several other stories on Nifty.org if you are interested. 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