Well what the fuck was I expecting?

I didn’t know exactly, but it wasn’t this. It wasn’t being overpowered by this big guy and made to do things that I really didn’t want to.

But I wasn’t in control of the situation.

We’d met in the hotel bar and got talking over a couple of beers. I’m a married man, but always had this fantasy about what it might be like with a guy. I guess my fantasy never got much past a hand-job and just maybe sucking a dick.

Somehow our conversation turned to sex and then to same-sex activity and I acted like I was experienced, because he was talking about the men he’d fucked and I didn’t want him to stop talking about it, because it was making me very excited.

So I suppose I did give him the wrong impression. Especially when he suggested we go to his room and I readily agreed. I was thinking it might be nice to jerk him off and maybe give him a quick suck but he had much more in mind.

As soon as we were through his door, he pinned me against the wall. Shoved a leg between mine, roughly making me spread for him.

His hands were all over me and then he passionately kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I was unable to control any of this. It was him all the way.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head in one quick movement. Then he reached down and undid my shorts, tugging them down over my ass until they fell loosely around my ankles.

His hand found the bulge in the front of briefs and he rubbed me roughly. Then he slipped his hand down inside the elastic and grasped my cock and stroked it vigorously.