I was staying at a hotel in Zurich. Outside at night across the street and up one block was a woman who was a hooker, and a gay hooker. I wasn't interested in either but the guy kept talking to me every time I went outside. If I told him no thanks leaving my hotel for a restaurant I had to tell him again on my way back. Every time, every evening. Sometimes this was up to 6 times a night. One night he started yelling down the street that I wanted to fuck him and was really queer and wouldn't admit it. This taunting got worse, and the female hooker would laugh at me as I passed him. I finally had it and pushed him against a building, and he kept teasing, I didn't want to hit him but I did because he kept getting worse and worse with the comments. I didn't hit his face or anything, but he stopped totally making his comments and was just standing there limp up against the building. I grabbed him and dragged him between two buildings and pushed him up against one side. He always dressed oddly, and this night he had on stockings and a denim skirt with a mans shirt and tie. I pulled up his skirt and roughly pulled down his pantyhose ripping them open in the back. I felt for his ass with one hand, stuck in two fingers, and roughly finger fucked him while he was held to the wall with my other arm. Then I did it. I reached down, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock.

"Now you get it you fucking bitch, you wanted it now you get it and no fucking money for it". I used some spit but his ass was pretty loose, and I rammed it in. He screeched a bit, and as I was fucking him he kept saying "please, Please, don't do this" adding "Help Rape" to his cries a few times. It only took me about 10 minutes before I shot up his ass, I thought the hooker who gets fucked for a living was going to cry. I think it was because he didn't ask for it this time. I emptied my balls up his very soft ass, his moans and cries were louder. I ripped off his skirt, and pulled up his ripped pantyhose and took the skirt out to the street with me. The woman hooker was there watching. All she said was "Rapist". I said "It may be you tomorrow"

I threw the skirt under a car about a block away and walked back to my hotel towards the hookers. I saw him coming out asking her for help and she helped him. From my hotel window I watched them find his skirt, it was ripped all he could do was wrap it around him as he went away. He limped away looked like he was crying. Later I went down and fucked the girl for about $30. He was all smiles the next night when he was back in his place. But he didn't yell anything. As I returned after dinner he told me I could do anything I wanted any time I wanted to him. I didn't.

That the only time I ever fucked a guy.