Absolutely no one, other than the two guys who fucked me, know anything about this. As I've never before now told a soul. The reason I am saying something now, is a chance meeting eleven days ago.
At the age of eighteen I shared a flat with a guy who was twenty nine at the time. It was purely a mates flat share and nothing between us. Indeed back then and before it happened I was straight.
He went out clubbing one Friday night and I stayed in as I was working the next day. Around midnight I was awoken by having two very strong hands holding me down. Before I knew what was happening, my undies were ripped off and I was being forced to accept a strangers cock entering my arsehole.
It hurt so bad I screamed out with all my strength, yet nobody it seemed heard a thing. Once his cock was fully in me, the guy began to fuck me and his grip on my head intensified, as he thrust time after time into me.
I'm not sure now after all these years how long it was that he fucked me, until the pain totally subsided and was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. It felt so good, I do remember telling him as I backed onto his cock, to fuck me harder. By then my dick was rock hard and his motion fucking me was making my cock rub on the bed. That in turn made me even more horny and I couldn't stop myself from cumming. He heard me cum, told me I was a faggot bitch and then came deep inside my arsehole.
Pulling out of my arse, he told me not to move, then cracked me hard on the back of the head. Fearing he might do something terrible to me, like stabbing me or something, I remained still and quiet. After what seemed like a lifetime, I moved and checked out the flat. It was then I saw the balcony door open and remembered I'd left it open for fresh air on a hot night.
I went back and forth wondering if I should phone my friend or the police, but my mind kept on going back to the fact i'd thoroughly enjoyed being fucked at the end. And eventually I took a shower and put it down to experience.
Only when my flat mate arrived home around three am semi drunk, I told him everything.
His response was to take his cock out, tell me he'd always wanted to fuck me and to ask me to suck his dick for him. I'm supposed to say here I told him to fuck off, yet I didn't. I got on my knees as he sat in his chair, gripped his long thick cock and opened my mouth. it was my first blow job, but one I know to this day was one of the best he'd ever experienced. I don't know why I was so good at sucking cock, I just was and he was soon moaning with joy. Within minutes I was naked again and a minute or two after that I was taking my second cock of the night up my arsehole.
D fucked me for only a few minutes but it was long enough for me to have my second orgasm of the night, and for him to cum, adding his semen to the intruders.
Telling me I should sleep with him that night/early morning I let him spoon me in his bed and drifted off to sleep. I woke up with the sun beating through the window, and felt his hard cock nudging against my rear hole. He didn't ask or wait for any kind of affirmation to fuck me. He just slid his cock inside my arsehole and fucked me for a very long time with long slow thrusts.
I didn't orgasm that time, but he did holding me tight to him as his hot semen filled my bum.
My life had changed completely in one night and it never was the same again. D and I had a two year long sexual relationship, whereby each night he'd fuck me or have me spending long periods of time sucking on his cock, or licking his arsehole (Rimming him), before he fucked me.
I never let on to anyone we were having sex, and even had a girlfriend around that time.
Eleven days ago I attended D's funeral (Motor cycle crash) and had a guy, a very well muscled man approach me. He asked me if I was x and then said he was sorry. When I asked the guy why he ws apologizing, he said "I fucked you in D's flat thirteen years ago. He gave me his key in the club and asked me to wait for him. You looked so inviting I just had to fuck you". He paused before he added "D told me you were his fuck piece. I've since learned you weren't, sorry".
All this time I'd thought it was an intruder who'd fucked me, when all along D had meant for his friend to meet him back at the flat, to probably do a deal (D was a wheeler and dealer).
I'd had sex subsequently with men after D, but no one for six years. Eleven days ago I spent an whole afternoon having a muscular man fuck me all ends up for old times sake in my home. He's since fucked me a few more times, when he's not had to be at home with his wife and kids.