How it happened....
We stumbled in from the concert, both drunk, both happy to be back safe. We trudged upstairs, searching for a place to crash. I thought it was a little weird when he crawled on top of the bed with me, there were other rooms, but I was really drunk, fading in and out. I vaguely remember stripping down to my boxers, and the same with him. I'm pretty sure I passed out, but I wasn't out all the way. I kinda came out of the haze a while later, confused, as I realized he had his hand down my pants, and was jerking me off. I know I shoulda shoved him off, but it felt good in a scary, fun kind of way, and I wasn't in much of a position to stop him. I must have been really getting into it, because I remember allowing him to slide my underwear down, past my knees, then off. Before I knew it, he leaned over and sucked me into his mouth. I might not have been the biggest thing he'd played with, but I bet I was the hardest! I got to the point that not only didn't I care what he was doing to me- it was all good, but that maybe I should ah, do something for him. I think I was obliged to return the favor, so I slid my hand down his pants.
He was huge! I guess the whole thing got to me, 'cause I was soon shooting a huge load, and he was swallowing it all down! I couldn't believe it, what a new, awesome, feeling! I totally had to pay him back, but I wasn't sure how!
I rolled over, and quickly ran from the room suddenly. I don't know why, but I guess it was too much all at once. I'd replaced the underwear, I was wearing tight, tighty whities, I think itg was subconscious on my part, looking back now. I desperately needed to break through that boundry, but I was afraid. My mind wasn't going to let my body do what it needed to do. I returned to the bed, hoping... I don't know what I thought I wanted. I laid down on the bed, face down, while I think he pretended to be asleep. A few minutes later, I felt his hand sliding over and around my ass. I felt great, and let him go with it for a while. Then came the problem. I think he went for it a bit too soon or something, because, as he reached under my pants, I flinched, and suddenly, got up and ran away! I can't explain my own actions, it was what it was- I guess I just wasn't ready, I just don't know. I do know that I'm the kind of person that pays 'ya back, no matter how long it takes....
I think we ran into each other at a fire- yeah, I guess the next part makes me a true, queer fireman. All I know is that I had invited him over, sometime after the Sept 11th attacks, and he showed up, liquor and all. I had decided ahead of time that I was going to get this guy off, and BIG time- he had showed me a good time, and I was gonna pay it off. We drank as we watched the 9.11 coverage, and it gradually got to the point. We had never talked about what had happened those years ago. I think I should've been pissed, but how could I be- I had gone along with it- I owed him, and once that was clear, things really started to heat up. He'd said something about receiving head, and I asked for a shot at the title. I sucked away, taking him deeper, and deeper, faster and faster. From somewhere else, I felt him taking my clothes off. A quick pause in the face fucking had yanked my shirt off, I don't remember even having had pants or shoes for that matter, on in the first place. All I really remember is him sliding both hands around and into the elastic around my carefully chosen bikini briefs. He kept slammin his cock into my face as he slid my panties down to my knees. I tried to ah, open myself as much as possible. I'd try to focus on opening my mouth, and relaxing my throat, and all the while, position my ass to the most open position possible! Once I had completely submitted, he seemed to relax a bit. He had me for the taking, yet he seemed currently content to slowly face fuck me, sliding a finger into my ass every once in a while. He was killing me! I wanted him to totally take me, use me as he wanted, and he was hesitating. I decided to take it up a notch. I asked him to fuck me. He started to stammer out an excuse, but I grabbed his hand, and led him back to the bedroom. I grabbed a bottle of lube, and a common, and after jerking him for a few, I turned around, and got on all fours. He loosed me up, and then, slowly, shoved the condom onto his cock, and his cock into me. He started slowly, which was good. He was good sized, long, and on the thick side, it took a lot of focus to let him push into me. He told me to relax, and as I did so, he shoved me around, onto my back. He totally exposed me, and I let him! He tossed my legs over his shoulders, my knees landing on him. He had total access to my ass, and as he slammed into me, it didn't hurt so much. It was totally intense, and lasted way too short! He soon quickened his pace, then I felt him spasm within me. He got his rocks off, that's for sure! He made the leaving part easy. He got up, and led me to the t.v. room, and onto the couch. I sat there naked as the day, having a smoke, watching him dress. He told me how much fun he had, and asked me when we could do it again. I was intrigued, but I definitely wanted time to think about all that had happened. He left as quickly as he came, I had loved the experience, but I didn't care what happened from there. He had taken my innocence, and I had taken it back.