Gay Male / 27
I don't feel bad about it. I went on holiday with a friend from our college days. We went to a resort on the Pacific Ocean. While we were there we were hit on by a couple of local men. We were open to their advances and agreed to go with them to a private home overlooking the ocean. Bent over a couch while we looked out at the sunset from the large living room window we both got sex at the same time. After the sex we all got naked and we went swimming in the infinity pool. There was a lot of cock sucking and drinking.
The next morning we woke up beside a highway, barefoot without our ID or money or the hotel key. It took a while for us to get on our feet and we got a ride from a man in a truck who took us into town. We got to our hotel and after forcing them to accept who we were we were let back into our room. We found that we had been robbed and money and passports. The police took our report and told us that we couldn't identify the men and just because we went with them doesn't mean they were the thief's, someone could have just found us and taken our ID and hotel key while we were passed out on the side of the road.
Our nightmare didn't end there, we had to stay several more days to get replacement passports. Everyone at the hotel knew what had happened because we couldn't keep it to ourselves. The mood of the hotel staff was that it was our fault for going with the men. We went home broke with a very bad life lesson.
I masturbate regularly to the sex at the house and in the pool. My friend doesn't understand how I can do that. I have wet dreams at night of being in the pool and sucking on that man's cock. I have never done anything like that, I have always been scared of having sex, it is the first time in my life where I just gave myself to it. That is not the case with him, he has had much more experience.
I hate that we were drugged, robbed, but even that is part of the romance of the experience. I don't care, as far as I am concerned I forgot the bad part, I wish I could just float in a pool overlooking the ocean and swim up to him again and suck his cock in the sunset.
The next morning we woke up beside a highway, barefoot without our ID or money or the hotel key. It took a while for us to get on our feet and we got a ride from a man in a truck who took us into town. We got to our hotel and after forcing them to accept who we were we were let back into our room. We found that we had been robbed and money and passports. The police took our report and told us that we couldn't identify the men and just because we went with them doesn't mean they were the thief's, someone could have just found us and taken our ID and hotel key while we were passed out on the side of the road.
Our nightmare didn't end there, we had to stay several more days to get replacement passports. Everyone at the hotel knew what had happened because we couldn't keep it to ourselves. The mood of the hotel staff was that it was our fault for going with the men. We went home broke with a very bad life lesson.
I masturbate regularly to the sex at the house and in the pool. My friend doesn't understand how I can do that. I have wet dreams at night of being in the pool and sucking on that man's cock. I have never done anything like that, I have always been scared of having sex, it is the first time in my life where I just gave myself to it. That is not the case with him, he has had much more experience.
I hate that we were drugged, robbed, but even that is part of the romance of the experience. I don't care, as far as I am concerned I forgot the bad part, I wish I could just float in a pool overlooking the ocean and swim up to him again and suck his cock in the sunset.
