Growing up I was a cocky little bastard. At the age of only thirteen I had a fight with three other dudes my age, and kicked the shit out of all of them. A year later I beat up a guy twice my age during a soccer game. Then for a long time it seemed, I'd get into fights with people who I knew before a punch was thrown, I'd easily beat them.

At the age of nineteen, my mom had an argument with a neighbor of ours. Me being me, the hard little mother fucker who knew no one could beat him, went round to the guys home and challenged him. Calmly he tried to tell me, I shouldn't mess with him, but who was he. I was the hardest kid around and I'd sort him out. He got bored with my ranting and just closed his door. He was scared I figured, and I left it at that. But I was still annoyed for my mom and the following morning went back to his home. Knocking on his front door, there was no answer initially. Knocking again, the door opened and I was grabbed forcefully. He'd spun me around and had me in a head lock. Telling me quietly to fuck off, I struggled against him, but he was much much stronger than he looked. Kicking his shins, he adjusted himself and I found myself on his hallway floor. Jumping up, I threw a punch, I'd show him, I thought. Wrong thing to do.

I came round in his kitchen. I was lay face down on something hard and I couldn't move my arms. When my senses finally picked out where I was and what I was feeling, I knew he was either putting something up my ass, or he was fucking me. He wasn't putting an item up my ass.

Humiliated is the term I'd use. Humiliated and strangely enjoying the sensations of his cock fucking me. I didn't know right there and then, but he'd been fucking me slowly for nearly ten minutes. When I'd come round my body was used to his cock and he was fucking me for real. It was at that moment in my life, I knew I wasn't invincible and I also knew his cock felt awesome up my butt.

There was no conversation, other than me backing onto his cock and wording "Yeh, that feels so good". I'm not sure now just how long he began to slam his cock into me. All I know is, I cried with the utter pleasure of him giving me himself. He pounded my ass and I loved every second of it. It was wrong, I knew that, yet it was wrong of me to attack someone in their own home. I also knew I didn't want him to stop.

The feelings of elation grew, and then with an almighty surge of energy and sheer joy, my cock erupted beneath me and I came all over his kitchen table. He let out a cry of pleasure too, telling me he was ready to give me my redemption. The man who I'd gone round to smash, came up my asshole and I couldn't have been happier.

His weight lifted from me and I found I was tethered or in any way held. I couldn't move my arms because I was gripping the sides of the table so much. He backed off, reached for a cigarette and offered me one. I refused, I didn't smoke, but he lit up. Only then did he speak, to tell me if I wanted to, I could release my anger in future by allowing him to fuck me.

The very next day I spent the whole afternoon on his couch, in his bed and in his shower being fucked. I also learned I could suck cock extremely well.

Since that sunny day when I was first fucked, I've not had one fight. I've not picked on anyone and I'm hopefully now a much more approachable human being. Don't get me wrong, I can still fight, but then again maybe/definitely not against someone like him.