Well what the fuck was I expecting?
I didn't know exactly, but it wasn't this. It wasn't being overpowered by this big guy and made to do things that I really didn't want to.
But I wasn't in control of the situation.
We'd met in the hotel bar and got talking over a couple of beers. I'm a married man, but always had this fantasy about what it might be like with a guy. I guess my fantasy never got much past a hand-job and just maybe sucking a dick.
Somehow our conversation turned to sex and then to same-sex activity and I acted like I was experienced, because he was talking about the men he'd fucked and I didn't want him to stop talking about it, because it was making me very excited.
So I suppose I did give him the wrong impression. Especially when he suggested we go to his room and I readily agreed. I was thinking it might be nice to jerk him off and maybe give him a quick suck but he had much more in mind.
As soon as we were through his door, he pinned me against the wall. Shoved a leg between mine, roughly making me spread for him.
His hands were all over me and then he passionately kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
I was unable to control any of this. It was him all the way.
He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head in one quick movement. Then he reached down and undid my shorts, tugging them down over my ass until they fell loosely around my ankles.
His hand found the bulge in the front of briefs and he rubbed me roughly. Then he slipped his hand down inside the elastic and grasped my cock and stroked it vigorously. I came. Immediately. Covering his hand and soaking the inside of my underwear.
He just stopped and looked at me, full of disdain.
I felt my face redden. I was so embarrassed.
He grabbed my wrist and dragged my further into the hotel room. The shorts around my ankles made me stumble and I overbalanced face-down onto his bed.
This was fine with him. He grabbed my briefs and pulled them down, baring my bottom. I tried to turn around and sit up.
"Stay there", he said.
"Stay still."
"I'm sorry", I said, and he told me to shut up.
Then I felt a slap on my naked ass. Hard. And then another.
"Fucking tease"
He was spanking me. Firmly.
I moved my hand to protect the bare skin of my ass and he grabbed my wrist again and pulled it away.
"Stay the fuck still, I said."
And he slapped my ass again. Harder than before.
I whimpered, I think, and he shouted at me.
"And shut the fuck up!"
He slapped my ass again.
The stinging blows were adding up and the sensitive skin was hurting.
But he kept on.
Slap, slap, slap.... I could hear his labored breath as he wound up for each swing of his hand.
"Got yours didn't you?" he taunted.
"Got your orgasm right away. Well now it's my turn."
And he spanked me some more.
Finally he stopped and straightened up. I heard his zipper going down and he got behind me.
Oh no.
I would suck him off or stroke his cock, but not this.
In some of my more imaginative masturbation sessions I had used a dildo on myself.
I had pushed a big plastic cock up my anus - and enjoyed it.
But this wasn't what I expected today. Not taking a real man's cock in my ass.
This was more than I wanted.
I tried to get up.
He grabbed my wrists and held my arms above my head. My face was buried into the cover on the bed. He was on top of me, his trousers were down and I felt his cock against the crack of my sore and reddened asscheeks.
The cum from my own premature orgasm had made my ass slick and was lubricating his cock as he slid it up and down the crack.
Taking both my wrists into one strong hand, he reached down with the other.
I felt him position his cock against the tight opening of my ass and he pushed.
I couldn't escape the pressure of his penis against my asshole.
He was too strong, and I felt him enter me.
Remembering how I had done it with my dildo, I relaxed as much as I could so that his cock was only uncomfortable, not painful.
He pressed on.
He was huge, stretching me and going deeper and deeper until I couldn't believe there was more to come.
And yet still he pushed himself into me.
Deeper and deeper.
Still holding my wrists in his powerful hand, he ground his cock into my ass.
He lowered his entire body against mine and began thrusting in and out of me.
I felt his hot breath on my neck as he fucked me.
Deeper and deeper with each thrust. Crushing my body into the bed.
I felt the weight of him on me, the size of his cock splitting my loosening hole as he fucked me roughly and insistently.
Fucking me on and on and on.
Into my ass. In and in and in and in and in.
Faster and harder, for what seemed like hours. I lay there. Taking it.
Powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me.
At last his movements took a new level of intensity.
His thrusts up my ass stronger and deeper then ever before.
I felt his dick becoming harder, it seemed to grow inside me as he reached his peak.
And then with one last strong thrust, he exploded in my ass. I could feel him cumming. Spurt after spurt of his cum filling me.
He collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock twitching as the last of it left his balls and entered me.
He began to soften and he pulled out, then stood and pulled me to my feet.
"Good boy. Now get out."
Before I could say anything he dragged me to the door and threw me out of his room. My clothes followed. The door slammed and I was left naked in the hotel corridor, quickly pulling on my shorts before anyone came along. Then my t-shirt. I stuffed my underwear into my pocket and began walking shakily to the elevator bank.
With no underwear on, his cum was trickling out of my ass and down the inside of my thighs.
On the elevator to my floor, I sensed the other passengers glancing sideways it me.
I was like every one of them was aware that only minutes before I had had a big fat cock shooting cum up my ass.
I felt as naked to them as I had been to the man who had just used me so brutally.
The briefs in my pocket, the cum trickling down my leg, my red face.
My guilt was obvious. My shame was total.
