I'm in a hotel room. My married lover has just left. I'm resting before I go home. The room is completely dark. It is on the ground floor. The room has sliding glass doors leading to a parking lot. I've left the glass door open slightly for fresh air.
I fall asleep on my stomach wearing only my tighty whiteys. An intuder silently enters the room. He slowly pulls down the blankets so he can see me. He likes what he sees.
He jumps on the bed and straddles me with his legs. He pushes my face into the pillow. I awaken, struggle to get out from under him. I can't escape, I stop fighting.
He says "Don't move, don't turn around, don't say a word or I'll hurt you!"
I freeze. The intruder starts to stroke my back, to feel my ass through my underwear. He starts to breath heavy. The intruder reaches between my legs, jerks my cock a few times, caresses my balls. I start to get an erection despite my terror.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "Don't turn around", he snarls. He slips a black hood over my head. The kind with only a mouth hole. I can't see anything. He orders me not to move.
I hear the sound of shoes being dropped on the floor, a belt being undone, a zipper coming down, the rustle of fabric sliding off of flesh. He staddles my back again. I can feel his cock against me. It's hard, big, and hot. He makes small thrusting motions, I can feel streaks of his slimey precum on my skin. I'm still scared, but getting even more aroused.
He strokes my back some more, makes comments about how soft my skin is.
Suddenly, he gets off me and he spins me around. "Suck my cock! ", he says, "Suck it good!". I take his salty rod into my mouth. My tongue tells me that his cock is uncut. I tease his foreskin with my tongue before I swallow as much of his shaft as I can. I suck him as well as I can, hoping that if I please him, he won't hurt me.
He tells me to lick and suck his big balls.They feel good on my tongue. His nuts smell musty and sweaty. They taste different from his salty foreskin.
He keeps telling me what a good cocksucker I am and what a good job I'm doing on his nuts. I'm starting to believe that if I can just make him cum, he'll leave and not hurt me.
Suddenly, he spins me around again so that I'm on all fours. He pushes my head down so that my ass is sticking up.
He starts to feel my ass through my underwear. He says, "That feels hot, let's see what it looks like". He rips my tighty whiteys off my ass. He starts to spank me, all the while telling me how hot my ass looks. I try to look over my shoulder to see who he is, despite the hood. He sees me do this and slaps me harder, saying " Don't you dare look!, I'll beat you harder if you look at me!". My ass is red and burning.
He starts to finger my asshole, teasing it, making it pucker. He invades me with a finger, only up to the first knuckle, once again teasing me. In and out, in and out.
He keeps telling me how hot and tight my ass is. Finally, he says roughly, "I'm gonna open you up, boy!". He laughs nastily. I panic. I've never been fucked by a cock that big before. I try to get off the bed. The intuder pushes my back onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard a few times. His beating brings tears to my eyes.
He gets off the bed, goes to the night stand. Finds the lube, condoms, and poppers my lover and I used earlier. He presses the poppers into my hand. "You're going to need these.", he says. He laughs his nasty laugh again.
I hear the rip of the condom wrapper. I feel cold lube applied to my quivering asshole. The intruder says, "I'm gonna push into you slow because you sucked my cock so good." He slips a lubed finger into me to loosen me up. After a moment he growls, "Get ready, snort those poppers, I'm gonna fuck you now."
I take a long snort of the amyl nitrate. My head start to spin. I start to relax. Then, I feel the helmet of his dick start to push into my hole. I hurts, but feels good at the same time. I groan a little. The intruder pauses, starts again. He's determined to ravage my hole, but strangely gentle at the same time.
He starts to pump me, to fuck me harder. In and out, in and out. Despite the condom, I think I can feel the outline of his salty foreskin. My groans start to turn to moans.
After a while he says, " Let's try a different position". He turns me around again so my head faces the bottom of the bed.He sits at the top of the bed, in the center, back against headboard, legs apart. He pulls me toward him so that I'm sitting on my legs, supporting my torso with my arms. He makes me back onto his cock.
I take another whiff of poppers. I enthusiastically lower myself on to his shaft. I do the work this time. I rock back and forth, faster and faster. His cock goes in and out, in and out. I squeeze my ass to give the intruder more pleasure. He starts to moan. His big, uncut dick is hitting my prostate. I start to cum without touching myself. I feel the intruder tense up. He releases his big, hot load into me with a shout.
I rest a minute, then pull myself off his softening dick. My hole clenches and pulls the condom off his dick. He slaps my ass again, pushes me down on the bed. He laughs and says derisively, "That was pretty good, but I've had a lot better." He tells me not to move, not to look, not to remove the hood.
I hear him getting dressed. He slaps my ass again, says, "Keep the mask on and don't move for fifteen minutes. Don't turn on the light. I'll know if you do and I WON"T do this to you again". He spits on my back. I hear the sliding glass door open and close.
I lay in the dark, my asshole tingling, oozing lube. My spunk feels damp under me, sticking me to the sheet.
The phone rings, I'm sure it's my lover calling, wondering why I'm not home, on my computer, having our usual good night chat. I don't move, I don't answer it. The intruder might not have really left, might have just opened and closed the door. He might still be in the room. That might even be him on the phone, testing me.
I wait an hour before I move. I take off the hood. I'm in shock, in fear, in ecstacy at the same time. I would have believed it was a dream, except that I have ... the hood.
I shower, dress, go home.
For days I'm distracted and distant. I keep thinking about the intruder.
Was he a stranger? Did I know him? Was his voice vaguely familiar? I see strangers on the street and wonder "Was it him?'. I see coworkers, friends, neighbors, even cousins and wonder "Was it him?".
A few times a month, I rent the same room at the hotel. I strip. I turn off the lights. I leave the sliding glass doors slighty ajar. I put on the hood. I slip into the bed.
Is he out there watching me?
I hope he is.