My First Time

The two boys were spending the weekend with their grandparents.  Sam had driven me to Heathrow early on Friday morning from where I was flying to Boston.  The next two weeks would see me working with colleagues in Boston on a project to improve communications between our customers and application support.  It was most unlikely that I would get any leisure time once we started on the project so after the Sunday evening meal I decided to have drink in the bar before retiring to my room.  Having got up very late that morning I knew that I would not be able to get to sleep until much later.  The last month had been difficult and I was already stressed out with little prospect of it improving over the next few weeks.  I desperately needed some relaxation but had no idea how best to achieve this.  Drink offered a suitable alternative.

I was on my third whiskey and ginger when I was approached by a well suited man who must have been in his late forties or early fifties.  From his demeanour I imagined him as a senior exec in a large corporation or the owner of a rather successful business.  He asked me if he could join me but before I could answer he sat down on one of the empty chairs on my table.

I invited him to do so and offered to get him a drink.  He gently pushed me back onto my chair saying that he would get them.   He was soon back with his own drink and another one for me.  He must have been watching me for some time as he knew what I had been drinking.
I am not great at assessing people’s ages but I can safely say that Ron was either in his late forties or middle fifties.  He had that confidence which only comes through age and experience.  He certainly knew how to hold my attention and interest.  My 29 years must have seemed naive and vulnerable and he must have rightly thought me somewhat impressionable.  There was something about him which I found very attractive which surprised me as it was a somewhat new feeling.  Most of my colleagues were men and i was very used to working with them.  It suddenly seemed odd to me that I had no experience of socialising with other men.  Outside work the only men I spent any time with were either family or the husbands of friends of my wife. 

 
Uncomfortable at first I soon overcame my shyness and began to relax in his presence.  I was enjoying his company.  I felt most odd.  It was becoming very obvious to me that the manner of our meeting was apparently triggering some sexual stimuli which was having a profound effect on me.  

I appreciated the interest he showed in me and he seemed genuinely keen to get to know more about me and my family.  I was happy to converse it was refreshing to havemet someone who showed such genuine interest. By the time we were on to our second refill I had already given him an open accurate account of the last fifteen years of our lives, and there was nothing I had left out.  I felt most comfortable talking to this man and intimate details only known to me and Sam,  he was able to solicit without raising any concerns or worries on my part.  His questions sometimes were very probing and private.  They touched upon our sex lives and went deep into my feelings and thoughts.  I never once considered avoiding them and I did not feel it necessary to change the flow of the conversation away from what would have normally been private and confidential.

What struck me was that by nature I have always been very shy and have instinctively avoided conversations with strangers.  I had worked out my defence over several years by making polite excuses as to why I needed to leave, or that it was imperative that I finish this reading when trapped next to a fellow traveller on a plane.  I have to admit that Ron was most adept at getting through my excuses and although I questioned why I was still there, time, drink and a growing interest kept me opening my life to this “perfect” stranger.

I had the strongest feeling that this was leading me to somewhere exciting and new.  As we talked I had the strongest of urges.  I had never been here before.  I felt light headed but occasionally cold even though parts of my body were telling me it was very hot.  Not only was I loving his company but his physical attraction was growing on me.  I had only ever experienced this in the early days of my courtship with Sam.  I worried that this was a man that I was reacting to but I found it impossible to control.

He had picked up in the course of our conversation a concern about the way things were going at home and was keen to know more.  I welcomed the opportunity to discuss my problems with somebody  who seemed so sympathetic.  Five months earlier I had got a new boss the problem was that nothing I did was good enough for her.  Every day would start with a new demand and the pressure was on to always work late.  On these days I never got home much before eight.  I lived in constant fear that I was about to be sacked and my family life was suffering.

He tried his best to allay my fears telling me that I should not be too surprised at my bosses attempts to get more work from her workers.  He agreed that it was a very crude attempt at getting more productivity out of the department and one that would most likely fail.  It was important for me to realise that this was not personal, and that most of my colleagues would be feeling the same pressures.

More worryingly I confessed to him that this was having a profound effect with my family life and most significantly my relations with my wife Sam.  A slight hesitation on my part to go further triggered him to ask how this was affecting my sex life.  It might have been an informed guess from him but his persistence to know more so that he could help, egged me on.  It had now been over five months since I had made love to my wife.  The tension between us was terrible and it continued to get worse.

He suggested that this could easily be resolved with a little more understanding and greater openness between us.  He had known many in similar situations and the problem on the whole could be put down to tiredness.  In a minority of cases the problem could be more fundamental than that and in these cases a complicated psychology could be avoided by an acceptance of what we understood to be our own personal need.  I should not fear it but it would help me if I embraced it.  This needed to be handled with great care.  It was important to avoid anger and resentment.  He said he knew that my love for my wife and family was paramount.  Sometimes our actions and thoughts hurt others.  At the same time denying yourself the things that you need to make you happy could only bring further heartache and the possible breakdown of family life.  Let the love you feel for your wife and children direct how you react to new possibilities.  But do not deny yourself the fundamental demands and needs of your own body.  
We only have one attempt at getting this right.  Do what is right for you but at the same time ensure that nobody gets hurt in the process.  Difficult but possible you owe yourself that.

I was intrigued and i wondered where this was going.  Scared to,  as I was beginning to feel that somehow I was getting myself into something that I would not be able to control and I would regret it.  I was also experiencing some very new and exciting sensations.  I felt my heart pacing as the increasing blood flow through my body was causing what I can only describe as sexual reactions.  I needed to take a break and excused myself to go to the toilet.  

As I sat in the stall contemplating the size of my erection i felt fear at the circumstances that had left me feeling this way.  I was terrified at my lack of control.  Why was this happening to me?  This was not a woman that was exciting me so much, this was another man.  Yes ok somebody who seemed to understand what I needed to hear and was so assured at gaining my attention.  I can not dispute his ability at relaxing me and making me feel that I needed more from him.  When he touched me it felt so natural, it felt good, I felt that we had a special bond.  I thought about going straight to my room but my iPad was still on that table.  I needed to go back and give my apologies and make an excuse to retire.  I had growing concerns that I would be unable to resist getting more involved and the consequences would end in disaster.

When I arrived back at the table I was surprised to see him looking through my iPad.  It would not have been difficult for him to guess my password given that I had told him the names of my wife and children.  But I would not have expected him to intrude in my privacy.
He must have noticed my discomfort but before I could say anything he told me that his concern at my unhappiness, had led him to look for other possible causes and that he had not looked at any of my private information but was keen to try something.  Apologising he asked me to give him an opportunity to explain.  He wanted to test me out with some questions he had found on a web site.

He again got the better of me and keen not to upset him I agreed but made the point that I would be going to my room straight after.  
To this day I do not know which website he was using but the questions tested my lifestyle decisions and probed into my innermost feelings.  Questions that I had never confronted but were leaving me even more vulnerable to his persuasive ability.  As we went through them I could feel that my excitement was again increasing.  I was no longer in control and my fear as to where this was heading was making me very nervous.  The honest truth though was that despite being terrified I was feeling irresistible impulses to follow this through.  

My whole body was behaving in a way that I had never experienced before.  My urges increasingly insatiable raised needs which if not satisfied would leave me in sheer desperation.  My fears paled into insignificance against the demands being made by my body.  By the time he told me that I was 75% gay I was in no position to deny it.  If I had realised anything in the course of our conversation it was that my attraction to him could not just be put down to interest in his views.  I was unable to answer.

Trembling, in a cold sweat, unable to speak coherently, a painfully throbbing penis, desperate to be touched, I so needed much more than this.  I so wanted him to kiss me so that I could feel his tongue inside my mouth.

I struggled to say the word “yes”.  I was unable to ask him that what I wanted was for him to touch me as he had been doing with such an effect.  I could not find the words.  The words would not come out of my mouth.  As much as I tried I felt like a man unable to cry for help.  Tears rolled down my cheeks as my body kept on making demands on me.  
When he said that he had better see me to my room all I could think of was that l needed him inside me.  Until then I had never felt the need to be fucked by another man.  Now it was consuming me and I could think of nothing else but his complete penetration.  I was desperate for him to come off inside me as I was desperate to hold him in my mouth and swallow every drop he had to give me.  In the state I was in I could deny him nothing.  Deny him? This was more about satisfying my own desperate need which seem to have no limits.  

As he helped me across the foyer towards the lift I felt the looks all around me.  Men and perhaps women fascinated by the obvious signs of my excitement, all believing, maybe jealous, that after tonight I would never be able to deny my sexuality.  The idea of such an audience further excited me and I felt such a relieve at so publicly making my homosexual feelings known for the first time.

In the lift he resisted my attempts to kiss him on the lips.  Why was i obsessed with doing so?  Had I misread the signals?  What was driving me to get closer?  Why was my whole being dying to be held by him?  
He did not share my desperation to get closer.  Had he noticed something in me which he would be able to nurture?  What signals had I given on my own in that bar that lead him to believe that this was a desperately misunderstood person that could easily be controlled.  
Confident of his own attractiveness he must have felt sure that he would be able to find in me an attraction to men that would allow him to get my confidence.  I am sure that I was not his first but how easily he was able to get my acceptance.  I was not just protecting myself in a marriage I genuinely loved my family and the happiness they gave me.  He was the only man that had ever got me to question my sexuality.
When we got into my room he asked me to undress!  Such a wonderful feeling taking my clothes off in the privacy of my room in front of another man.  Inhibitions forgotten I was undressing for the benefit of him.  As i removed items of my clothing I flirted inexcusably.  Did he find me attractive?  Was I desirable?  There must have been a good reason why he picked me?  I needed to know that he wanted me as much as I did him.  He told me to take my pants off.

Naked in front of him I trembled with excitement as he looked over my body.  My heart was racing and the strength was flowing out of my legs.  I was finding it difficult to breathe and I needed to sit on the bed. He stopped me and instructed me not to move.  Turning me around to face the bed he took the Virgin Airlines sleep mask from my flight which was on the side table and put it on me.  I could no longer see anything.
It seemed like an eternity.  I had no idea what was going on but my body was fully toned and waiting for his touch.  It seemed as if every part of my body was shaking and I was feeling the extremes of cold.  This was not something that had happened to me before.  In the four hours that we had been together I had been emotionally fucked.  He had taken me to peaks of desire only to then let me down again.  I had listened to every word he told me enraptured by his ability to take me into his control.  Throughout my time with him I was captivated by an increasing need to hear the sound of his voice.  He had from the beginning held me in the wonder of his personality and my attraction to him had not diminished.  He was the most beautiful man that you could possibly imagine and I had long since decided that I wanted to have sex with him.

I felt the gentle touch of his fingers tracing the shape of my shoulder blades.  Never had I felt such  excitement at the touch of a lover.  Making love with my wife was usually a brutal affair that saw us both satisfied in the shortest of times.  I would come inside her as if this was all that she needed. Sam never complained.  Over the years our actions had become routine and mechanical.  I had never discovered anything like the pleasure that was currently running through my body.  I moaned loudly reacting to the continuing movement of his fingers over my back.  Unable to do anything but surrender myself to him.  I felt cold very cold unable to stop myself from shivering as he gently moved his fingers down the back of my spine.

I told him that nobody had ever touched me in this way before.  I pleaded with him not to stop.  I asked him what he wanted me to do and that I would not deny him anything.

His hand moved down to the base of my spine and I felt his fingers gently moving down the crack of my bottom.  God did I love the feel of his fingers.  I had no idea what I was saying to him having lost control.  I pressed hard against his touch hoping to feel the probing exploration of my body with his fingers.  I needed him to push inside me and I pleaded with him to do so.  I was so ready!

Instead he stopped.  The cruelty of his action was extremely distressing.  I was too scared to annoy him and cause his departure.  I bit my lip.  My body was crying out to be touched and nobody was responding to it.  That day I learnt that it was possible to be brought to a state of hyper sensitivity so that the slightest touch would drive you wild.

I could not see where he was but I imagined he was still behind me.  
He said that he had wanted to to give me some advise earlier but was worried that I might react badly.  He felt that it was important that I should know, and he now felt confident that I would benefit from what he had to say.  I was worried that he was going to let me down and leave but did not do so.

Instead he told me that I should always discover what it was that my lovers wanted from me and that I should never ever deny them anything.  If I took their penis into my mouth be aware of what it was that turned them on.  If they wanted me to swallow never disappoint them. Savour their cum as if your life depended on it.

I felt the pressure in my groin growing.  I was in awe of his ability to fuck your mind as well as your body.

Remember he said that some men would prefer to come on your face and body so do not deprive them of their pleasures.

Encourage their penetration and treasure what they give you.  Never show them a reluctance to accept, this make them feel that it is all about you when it should be about them.

Do not be surprised if they include others in their lovemaking.  Some get more pleasure out of watching somebody who is dear to them being fucked than doing it themselves.

Keep safe but never take their desires for granted.  It is what you are prepared to do for them that measures your love.  Not what you do for yourself.

I wondered what his intentions were in telling me all of this.  The way I already felt that evening the advice was wasted,  I was already prepared to do and accept anything that he wanted.  Only by giving men what they wanted would I be able to fulfil my own intense desires.  Not only was I prepared to be told but I was having increasing personal needs to achieve all such sexual desires.

The last advice was not to be scared of experiencing sex under bondage some could not achieve extremes of pleasure without it.
But his last words to me were to always get to know my lovers.  I had already broken this advice as my consuming need to have sex with him had forced me to ignore my fears and focus on what I needed.
Everything went quiet again.  I waited my body aching to be touched again.

God I felt his hands come round from behind and grab my tits.  His fingers caressed my nipples and I felt them grow with his touch.  Jesus I had never thought that my tits could be so sensitive and react in such a delicious way to another man’s touch.  My body slumped and had it not been for his support I would have collapsed.  He twisted my nipples in between his fingers and I felt how quickly pain could turn to pleasure.

“I am sorry but I do not think I can bear much more of this.  I am soaking wet.  My penis is so stiff that it is painful.  I fear that I will not be able to stop myself from coming.  Please fuck me now and come off inside me.  I want to feel your orgasm and I so want your sperm.  Please fill me i need to have you deep in my body.  I must have you.  God I must have you.”

He must have come round to the front of me as I could smell the whiskey on his breath.  It came over very strong and it felt as if his mouth was coming towards mine.  I could inhale his hot breath and the adrenaline was rushing through my body.  My cock stiffened yet again and It was dying to be touched.  I opened my mouth as my tongue as if waiting for his started to take in the taste of my lover.  If ever there was a right time to die this was it.  In those few seconds the level of sensuousness surpassed the total accumulation that I had ever felt before.  I waited for the feel of his lips on mine.  When I went to put my hands around him he admonished me.  It seemed that a lesson I had yet to take in was that of submission.  Not something that i had got used to when making love to Sam.  Even now I find it difficult to say fucking my wife!  I had a lot to learn and I loved him for it.

My mouth dry waiting for his tongue was yet again to seemingly encounter disappointment.  I felt him move away.

Some time later when he held my penis I cried in fear that I would not be able to stop myself ejaculating.  I was in a state of nirvana and did not want it ever to end.  I was terrified that it might dissuade him from depositing his seed in me.  In the last three hours overcoming my fears of what might happen to me I had thought of nothing else.  I felt I needed this ultimate intimacy as a final act of acceptance.

I felt his fingers taking what was so wet from the tip of my penis and tried hard to divert my thoughts from coming.  I was very close and it was something I had no experience in controlling.  But hard as I tried I could not put off the thoughts as to what would come next.  My imagination was running riot.

I then felt his moist fingers on my lips as he gently rubbed the wetness all the way round my lips taking more from my penis each time to ensure a heavy coating all the way round.  I have no suitable words to describe how wonderful this felt to me.  I stuck my tongue out as he layered more of the sticky substance on it.  Not a strong taste but an indescribable psychological hit.  My first real taste  of male excretion.  I shuddered, I had never stopped moaning with pleasure throughout all this time.  I cannot say I needed him more than ever as I had never stopped needing him from the point when he introduced himself to me.  I had not been able to suppress my attraction to him and in the end had stopped trying.

“I love you more than I have ever loved anybody else in my life”
What worried me was I had said this with real meaning and I had never denied my family in such a way before.  I could not deny what I felt and it was consuming my whole being.

My body continued to react in a way which I had never known before as his fingers carefully painted my nipples with the precum from my penis.  Unable to control my trembling I felt as if my strength had left me and I was about to collapse to the floor.  He continued to feel my nipples with his fingers clearly aware of the effect it was having on me.  A man of his experience must have known that I was totally under his control and he could do anything with me.  Fear was no longer a problem I now felt such a need that nothing else mattered.

“Please Please I need you to come off inside me”

He slapped my face gently and told me off for being such a whore.  I apologised using the excuse that I was no longer able to resist the demands from my body.  I had never been in this situation before and I had a consuming need to feel him come off inside me.
He was taunting me but I could do nothing to help myself.  My need for him grew unashamedly as my begging him became increasingly desperate.

He pushed me face forward onto the bed.  Still unable to see I lay there waiting for his next touch.  I could feel my body shivering but could not stop it.  I had lost control.  I continued to wait for him hoping that he would now push his penis inside me.  I opened my legs as wide as I could and my hands went up to the headboard grabbing each of the sides inviting him to take advantage of my vulnerability.  Such a delicious feeling being totally naked in front of a man to whom I had ceded all control.  The thought excited me even more.

As I lay there waiting for him all I could think of was that I wanted him inside me so that I could feel every movement of his penis as he reacted to the pleasure of fucking me.  I wanted to feel the relief of his sexual frustration and the point at which he would pump me full of the seed of his body.  I felt sure that I would react to his coming in me with even greater feelings of total abundance and pleasure.  I now knew that my need for a man was unequivocal and I could no longer go back to the life I had before.  Nothing short of having him fill me was going to satisfy me.

It seemed like hours but I felt the wet touch of his tongue on the small of my back.  I winced and moaned and pushed my open legs even further.  I continued to express the pleasure that I was feeling laying myself open to anything that he wanted to do to me.  I now knew that I could no longer feel anything but pleasure in his hands.  As his tongue moved down between the cheeks I felt him moving it towards my hole.    God it felt so good.  My whole body was desperate for relief.  I was screaming and pleading with him to force himself into me.  I was so close to coming off it was killing me.  I tried hard to stop myself from doing so.  My thoughts moved onto other things in the hope that I could stop myself.  I was scared that if I did come off he would give up on me and I so desperately wanted him.

I felt him move away and wondered what he was doing.  Had he not undressed?   Was he yet again taunting me and letting me down so close to a possible climax.  This was going beyond excitement and approaching cruelty.  I knew I just had to bear it but each time it became more difficult to overcome.

I felt someone move over me but I could not tell if it was him.  The head of his penis was probing for a way in.  What an absolute pleasure, This was something new for me.  I had never felt such desire ever before.  I was desperate for him to push inside me.  My previous love making had not prepared me for the peaks of pleasure which I was going through that night.  As he pushed I pushed back on him stretching my legs to facilitate his entrance desperate for him to break my bodies reluctance to accept the girth of his penis.  Unable to achieve the penetration that I so desired he complained that he had not thought me a virgin and that he had never come across anybody as tight as me.  

‘Please do not give up on me.  You must have some ideas which will help you overcome my bodies inexperience.  I can put up with physical pain but it is the emotional disappointment which I will find unbearable.  Please understand that I have never been in this position before but you have taken me to a place from which it is impossible for me to come back.  I need to feel you inside me!  I need you to come off deep inside my body.  I have to feel you as your excitement grows.  I have to feel your pleasure as you finally erupt pumping your most intimate seed in me.  I want the sublime experience of lying there for you and proving to you that the one thing that matters to me is holding your seed within my body’.

He got up from me and it seemed that he was walking away.  My tears were welling up in my eyes but I did not want to embarrass him and show my weakness in case he left me.  I made every effort not to cry but although I did not show it inside I was a mess.  

I waited to see what would happen next too scared to remove the mask in case I upset him.  I did not have to wait too long before I felt his presence again.  Somebody was squirting what I could only describe as a cold liquid onto the area surrounding my rear opening.  Holding open my cheeks more of the cold liquid was squirted inside and I shuddered as the cold contrasted with the heat I was feeling on the rest of my body.  Sweat was dripping off me but i was now shivering.

I felt something hard and cold being pressed against the opening of my bottom.  It felt big and I had no idea as to what it could be.  I tried to position myself so that I could minimise the discomfort as  it was pushed against the opening.  I suddenly felt the pain as the pushing continued and I felt as if I was being torn open.  I screamed but made no effort to stop the pain that was being inflicted.  I expected the pleasure would overcome the pain and continued to endure as they struggled to get through what I could now feel was really tight.  I say ‘they’ because I could no longer be sure that there may not have been several tormentors.

Suddenly it moved forward as my body could no longer resist the force of the penetration.  It felt good to have it inside me.  I noticed that as it was being pushed further and further in the liquid was being poured along its stem to help it move deeper inside my passage.  The pleasure was incredible and I moaned in the joy that I was now experiencing as this hard object was now being moved within my welcoming passage.  What I was now feeling was incredibly pleasurable and exciting.  My desire to be penetrated had overcome any discomfort I had experienced at first with his attempts at overcoming the very tight restriction of my anus. 

 
The hours I had spent in the company of this stranger had made this outcome inevitable.  I had never before been in a situation in which it had been impossible to suppress my erection for any of the long time in his company.  The pressure was unbearable but I did not want to put an end to what I believed was going to conclude with possibly the greatest erotic experience of my life.  I new that masturbation would provide instant relieve but the desire to have him inside me had grown with his every word and the increasing eroticism of his touches.  What had started as an innocent hand on my back had turned into increasing intimate touches which had left me in despair wanting more of what I had never had from him.  I had an uncontrollable urge to be naked in front of him and to give myself to him in any way he desired.

Determined not to let anything or anyone spoil my pleasure I had already accepted that nothingp less than being fucked would satisfy me.  I remember thinking that this was my body and my choice and I needed to be true to myself.
He retracted the object which had overcome the failings of my body to accept him.  I waited patiently for him to replace it with his penis.  It must have been obvious to him by the way my body was reacting that I was in no position to deny him anything.  I moaned and trembled in anticipation of what was to come.

It seemed like an eternity but somehow I sensed his movement behind me.  He must have taken the weight of his body on his arms but I felt the head of his penis probing the entrance to my behind.  Unable to control my excitement my whole body went into a shiver.  I just about managed to get my words out when I begged him

“Please push it in.  Put it inside me.  I want you inside me.  I am sorry if I am sounding insistent but you are the first person in my life that has filled me with such a desire.  I don’t know what is happening to me.”

I cried as tears flowed down as I tried to position myself to the advantage of his penetration.  I did not really know what best to do as I pushed my legs apart as much as I could and struggled to make the muscles in my bottom assist his entry.

“This is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me please fuck me.  I really need you inside me.”

The only thought in my mind at the time was that I wanted to feel him orgasm inside me.  I clearly understood from my own relationship with my wife that this was the ultimate connection of passion between two people.  I desperately wanted him to share his sperm with me and nothing short of this would satisfy me.  Whore or lover it did not matter I had no qualms about my own selfishness.

As he pushed in once more I felt him slip in past the tight restricted entrance and I was in ecstasy.    Every bit of me was reacting in a feeling of extreme pleasure which i I had never experienced before.  Trembling uncontrollably I felt him slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper.  I had never imagined how sensitive i felt and how having a man inside me could touch so many sensory triggers.  Every movement sent shock waves of deepest pleasure throughout me and I felt i was going to pass out with such joy.  

He was well aware of what i was going through as I moaned to his movement inside me.  He was a perfect fit his wonderful member held tightly in my grasp as I squeezed to respond to the throbbing of his own excitement.  I could feel him growing inside me and I was aware of his own rising pleasure.  I pressed in an out  against him and as my own desperate need for further excitement grew I could feel his own rising need for satisfaction.  I knew now that he would not be able to stop himself from coming.  I wanted to make sure that when he did it would be in me.

Conscious of my loud joy I found the idea of others listening in enhancing my own excitement.  I wanted others to know that I had found myself and I embraced what I now felt.  

His own moans were increasing in frequency and getting louder as he pushed and pulled faster and faster as I continued to react to his fucking me with an excitement that i feared would not be fulfilled.  My own penis that had since his meeting been demanding relief was at bursting point but I had the most intense feeling that this need would grow but it would never be released.

As his penis rubbed the side of my passage I experienced again a pleasure that went beyond anything which I had felt before.  This was a new sensation but one that went all the way through to my mind.  I was so sensitive to his touch that even the slightest throbbing of his cock inside me sent me into fits of sheer joy.  Why had I never realised what now was so evident to me.  I was homosexual and I loved it!  I screamed for him to fuck me harder and pleaded for him to share his sperm with me.  I pressed my cheeks around his cock and heard his appreciative moans getting louder.

I loved that he was now so stiff and hard reacting to me in a way that a lover should.  His growns indicating that he was near to exploding inside me.  Such joy had I never experienced.  I must have been getting very loud in my excitement as he put his hand to my mouth to try and contain what now must have been very obvious to any of my hotel neighbours.

I suddenly felt the tenseness in his body as he pushed his penis as deep as he could into my bum.  So hard it was painful but I was happy to respond in the way a good lover should.  Now aware as to what was expected of me I had to make sure that submitted myself to him in any way he wanted and desired.  I was deliriously happy to give him such pleasure.  He let out a loud groan and I felt the final throbs of his cock as suddenly he came off inside me pushing his spunk deep up my passage.  He continued to moan with pleasure as his throbbing cock continued to spurt his wonderful juices deeper and deeper inside me.  I felt the warmth of his cum as more and more he emptied himself into me.  I envied my wife for what she was able to give him and it saddened me that I could not.  This would have been the ultimate love gesture and I so wanted to have been able to fertilise what he had shared with me.

As he continued to share more of his sperm with me I begged him not to take his penis out as nothing as beautiful had ever happened and I wanted to continue to enjoy it.  I am sure that I was far from being his first lover but I cared more that he was mine.  I was in tears at the enjoyment of what he had done for me and I begged him to stay.  He must have known.  He pushed his hand beneath me and his fingers touched the head of my desperately hard penis.  Unable to hold my self back I had the most enormous orgasm spurting my own copious seed onto the pristine bed covers.  I thought it would never stop.  He had driven me into such a need that it seemed like hours before it regained its normal size and I was able to feel comfortable again.

I was very hot and soaked in sweat.  But I loved that I was the repository for his abundant spunk.  I could feel his penis getting smaller but the warm wet feeling inside me was what I needed more than anything and was the fulfilment of all my desires.  I now felt that I had found myself but this had created a new need in me that I feared might not be so easy to satisfy.

I must have fallen asleep and next morning when I woke up he had gone.  On my bedside table was my open wallet.  The 700 dollars I had brought with me had gone but a solitary fifty dollar bill was left plane for me to notice. 

 
I could hardly report the theft to the hotel or the police.   He must have known that I would be too scared and embarrassed if the event of that night had got to my employers, and worse of all to my wife.  I feared it would destroy my life.

I do not regret anything of what happened to me and I remain most grateful to that stranger who was able to recognise in me something that I would never have done myself.  He will always be my first true lover.