The Final Chapter
’Next year I’m gonna fuck you.’
That’s what my co-worker, Tom, said when we said goodbye after our business trip. That was last year. I hardly remember the reason for our visit, but I clearly remember everything from that night. The night I fucked a man for the first time in my life.
Don’t get me wrong. It didn’t make me gay. But I am a himbo. I like to please men. I enjoy their attention. Honestly, I’d never thought this could turn into actual sex. But... well, it did. First, the two of us went to London, where we ’accidentally’ jerked off together, and then we shared a way wilder night in Stockholm. I felt that night I reached my limit. But when we said goodbye, he said.
’Next year I’m gonna fuck you.’
This line haunted me. Stirred me deeply. Was it a joke? It must have been a joke. To think of it: me, the super straight bull, masculine and dominant, getting fucked?
Tom and I met in the office almost every day, but most of the time we were around others. He never mentioned our affair, and I had no intention to bring it up. I picked up women, I fucked them. They loved it. And I loved it, too. But something changed in me.
What if I actually could be fucked? What would it be like? To give up control and submit myself to another dude. And I actually had the opportunity, I went to a New Year’s Party, and a pretty good-looking gay guy started to flirt with me. But I decided to leave it. He wasn’t Tom.
Tom – who started as an underdog, but who actually got really confident this year, and put up a lot of muscle. He even dated a guy from our office for a while. I saw them a couple of times.
I couldn’t read my own feelings. Was I jealous? Do I really want to be with a guy? Do I really want his dick in my hole?
Just to get closer to the truth, I ordered a dildo online. I must admit that I loved it. And when I fucked myself, I was thinking of Tom. I also wore the jockstraps I got from him. They reminded me of the night when I glanced at my true self in the mirror on the hotel’s wall.
So, no wonder, when I heard that the two of us would go to Paris this year on a business trip, I got suddenly excited. And scared as well. After the news, I tried to catch his eyes in the hallway or in the cafeteria, but he was always nice and friendly, but didn’t show any sign of interest.
When we flew to Paris, we talked like two bros, never mentioning our secret history. A beer on the flight, and a whiskey in the hotel bar. And two separate rooms, the doors facing each other. When we said goodnight, I lingered a bit in the hallway, but totally in vain.
I knew I had to do something. In the past weeks, I had decided to let him fuck me. I prepared myself in the bathroom and put on his jockstrap. I lay down on the bed, and fucked my man pussy with a dildo for a while. Yep, I became the guy who goes to a business trip with a dildo and a pair of jocks.
I turned onto my stomach, legs spread. Behind me, there was a huge mirror. I took a selfie, and in the photo, you could clearly see my jockstrapped ass in the mirror. I sent it to him.
I was waiting for a reply, but there was no reply. I was even thinking of downloading a gay app, I wanted to be fucked that desperately.
And then, there was a knock on the door. I stood up and went there to open it.
It was him, in a fluffy white bathrobe. He stepped inside and gave me a dirty smile. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped me with his hand. It must have been part of the game – but now he was the one who dictated the rules. I was a pathetic horndog in front of him.
He saw my dildo on the bed and laughed a little.
’Dude, that’s hot. A macho himbo who fucks himself.’
’Wanna watch?’
’Sure.’
I jumped on the bed, as he got a small bottle of whisky out of the minibar and poured it into a glass. He sat down in the armchair. Drinking, smiling. His legs were slightly apart, so I could see his half-erected penis under the bathrobe.
I remember the night when I masturbated for him, now I was about to fuck my hole in front of him. My legs were in the air, and my smooth, tight hole was perfectly exposed for him. Showing my boy off for him in my hotel bed – I never felt more aroused. This moment of deep intimacy and total vulnerability felt so new. I slowly pushed the dildo inside, but kept eye contact. Tom was slurping his drink, enjoying the sight of my pussy.
I must have fucked myself for a while, and I moaned loudly. After finishing his drink, he slowly opened his bathrobe, revealing his beefy body. His cock was huge. I took the dildo out and threw it to the floor.
He stood up, took his phone out of his bathrobe, and started to take pics of me.
’I want to remember this moment. Do you mind if I take a photo of you?’
’No. Do whatever you feel like.’
’I wanna remember this sight. I am going to fuck you, you know that, right?’
’Yes, yes, I want it so badly. Since you said it last time, I cannot think of anything else.’
He threw his phone to the table, and suddenly, he was towering above me. With one direct maneuver, he pushed his dick inside my hole.
Fuuuuuck, this was the first time in my life that I had a dude inside me, and I loved every second of it. He didn’t kiss me or touch me, he just kept breeding me – rough and merciless.
I loved watching his face, tough. It was someone I knew, but at the same time, a totally new person. Powerful, manly, and dominant.
He knew what I needed, no love making, no pleasantries, but turning me into a slut.
’Turn over,’ he told me, and I obeyed.
Now I was on my fours, and now he fucked me from behind, and his rhythm got more and more intense. I knew this tension could not be sustained. Soon we must explode, there’s no other way.
The physical pleasure of anal sex and the fact that I can finally surrender myself to him blend within me. This was the version of myself that felt the most authentic: masculine and beefy, but also a cum hungry slut.
In the mirror, I watched us: me – bottoming as a pro, and him – breeding me getting closer and closer to cum. I was close, too. I knew I didn’t even have to touch my cock, I would cum hand-free, when the final moment arrives.
’Fuck, bro, I’m gonna cum soon. Can I cum inside your ass?’
’Yes, please, give it to me.’
And he changed his rhythm, the moment arrived, we both moaned like animals.
I felt his warm cum inside me. I was a huge load, and he kept cuming.
That was enough of me – I couldn’t take any longer. I had to cum, and I did so hard like never before.
I never dreamed that sex could be like this, such a deep, weird, almost animalistic experience.
I was lying on my belly, and he was on my back. He kept his cock inside me. Where it belonged.
He kissed my neck and my left ear. He whispered to me: ’How was it?’
’I want this every day, man.’
’We actually have this every day, you know.’
He turned me around and kissed me, and I kissed him back desperately.
Later, when he was sleeping in my arms, I looked around, and I wondered. Why did we need these hotel rooms all the time? Were we turned on by its impersonal, clean vibe? Were these almost identical rooms the perfect playground where we can forget about who we our in real life? Can we finally leave these rooms behind, but keep the fire?
He moved a bit in his sleep. I wanted him so badly. And I knew that this time, I could not let him go.
