Walking into the gym I attend three months ago, I was a straight guy, genuinely straight. Walking out of the gym, I genuinely didn't know what to think or what me sexuality was.
Stood in the gyms showers at ten o'clock at night, I'd just lathered up my hair when I felt huge arms encircle me. I was pinned to the wall and was about to protest, when I had my mouth clamped by a massive hand. Seconds later I felt a warm hard thing push against my arsehole and then before I knew it, I had a hard long cock deep inside my body.
Moving to get away, I heard a muffled voice say "Oh fuck yeh, pretend you want to get away". But it was no pretense at all, as his cock plowed into me over and over. The more I tried to move, the more he seemed to enjoy it and fucked me even harder. The pain receptors up my arsehole were going into overdrive and I very nearly passed out. Yet somewhere deep inside myself, there was also a funny growing feeling of pleasure.
He leaned harder onto me forcing me up tighter to the wall, making it much more difficult for me to move. Then in a brief release of my mouth, I was about to tell him I wasn't gay. But instead of words coming from my mouth, only a sigh of total sexual relief came out. That's because every nerve ending up my arsehole had changed from pain to pleasure. And on hearing me moan with joy, he absolutely hammered my rear hole.
The more he pounded away, the more the pleasure intensified and the more I cried out. Then without realising my cock had grown, I felt myself cumming and almost dropped as my cock erupted. If it wasn't for his enormous arms holding me so tightly, I would have.
Telling me he was close, I heard his voice clearly for the first time and knew who it was. His name is Grant, he's a well known man in our town and not someone I for one could handle physically. His size, power and reputation preceded him and so did the knowledge he liked both women and boys to fuck. I'd seen him enter earlier as I was about to walk into the changing area, and felt it funny then he'd let onto me. I didn't know him to speak to, but I did know of him. So when he waved at me, I felt obliged to recognize him and waved back. That wave bought me my fist ever anal fucking.
Grant with his dodgy eyesight, thought I was a young guy he'd been fucking for some time. Thinking I was him and about to leave, Grant wanted to fuck instead of going into the gym. Seeing me stood with my back to him in the shower and shampoo suds all over my head, he still thought I was his fuck boy. Sticking his cock up my arsehole with relative ease, and then having me trying to escape his powerful arms and hands, he thought like many times before in role play, I was trying to resist, which I genuinely was.
Grants cock pulsed so hard up inside me and I instinctively knew he was about to cum. Rather than fight him, I told the huge man to cum up me. His eyes might be fucked, but the forty two year old's hearing is fine. So once he'd heard me telling me him to cum up me, he knew but all too late, I wasn't his male play thing.
He didn't however pull out straight away. Instead Grant turned my head, moved the shower head and washed off all the suds. Smiling at me, he moved forwards and kissed me. It was unexpected, not only to be kissed by a man, but because I returned the kiss and enjoyed the moment.
Breaking apart with his cum leaking out of my arse, he asked me who I was and why I'd not stopped him. Not wanting to get into it, I simply remember saying "Because it felt so good". And in truth, it had. Telling Grant my name, I asked him not to say anything to anyone as I'd not come out yet. He laughed and told me "Neither have I".
Stood in the fresh night air, I'd earlier exchanged phone numbers with Grant, if only to play the game with him. To me at that time, it was a one off, a mistake, something I could forget and learn from, and ultimately move on from. Yet my emotions were in a total spin. On the one hand I was a straight young man, who'd been mistakenly sexually taken by a huge muscular man, and could get past the ordeal. On the other hand I had to understand and recognize I'd thoroughly, eventually, enjoyed having his large thick cock fucking me.
Ignoring his texts the next day, yes I did give him my real number, I resolved to out it all behind me. But I didn't bank on bumping into him the following day. He asked if I wanted to have some more fun. I wanted to say no, I wanted to get away from the notion I could be gay.
Sucking on his dick in his 4x4 down a dark lane told me I wasn't going to free myself from my doubts. Neither did leaning over his still warm bonnet, feeling his tongue lapping at my arsehole, with my clothing strewn inside his car. I was naked in the cold night air and about to have his cock slide up my arsehole again. And I wanted it so badly.
Grant fucked me twice that beautiful star blazoned night. Once over his bonnet making me cum all over his paint work. Then again as I mounted his cock in his front room. I'd agreed to stay the night, but we never made it to bed before he had his cock pounding me.
No one except one person, knows about us. Certainly not my girlfriend, family or my mates. We keep our times together as private as we can, and in many ways he's very protective of that. I told him I wanted it that way and to his credit Grant has proven to be a man of his word. His other young fuck piece has been politely told to move on, and I have his cock almost exclusively to myself. That is other than his wife, who knew I was in their home that first full night together. It would have been hard for her not to know, as she was sat only feet from her husband watching him fuck me as I sat on his pulsating dick.