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There are always those encounters that we remember as well as ones we want to forget, and this particular one has remained in my mind, even though I have tried to forget it ever happen. The experience has become more and more vivid and as I remember the events that led up to this moment. Maybe I wish it would somehow happen again or that I could relive the experience of that fateful time in my life, but then I wish to forget it ever happened.
I had just turned fifteen and in my first year of high school, I was impressionable and naïve, and I had become somewhat of a delinquent, skipping classes to hang out with my friends at the game room by school. I was a rather shy young man and even though I had had several girl friends over the years, I was still a virgin. Yea, I had experimented and I had plenty of opportunities, but never went all the way.
Anyway, I was spending a lot of time at the game room during the day with friends, instead of going to class, and had started to become good friends with a man that worked there, that I soon discovered was the owner of the game room. His name was John, he was probably 10 years older than I was, had dark skin and dark hair, and he was very friendly.
Everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the night, and weekends. There were pinball machines that lined the walls, foosball machines in the middle, as well as selling records and cassettes.
At first, I really did not take notice of John too much, but I think he must have been watching me and noticing how much time I was spending at the game room and at some point he must have decided to see if he could encourage me to have a relationship with him.
At the time, I had no idea John was gay but it would soon become quite evident, but at first I thought he was just being friendly because our interactions were all very innocent. Conversations were nothing more than the casual, "Hello" as I entered the game room or me asking for change to play some of the games. However, it soon progressed to where he would give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there and there were even a couple times when the attendants working at the game room started giving me pot and pills.
My friendship with John grew and soon he was asking me to go out for breakfast and lunch with him, which at first I was reluctant to do, but eventually John convinced me it would be okay. I actually enjoy skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting, and I did liked the attention I was getting.
Going out for breakfast or lunch, became more and more frequent and our conversations were innocent, at least on the surface, but I am quite sure he was always looking for an opening, a way to feel out the situation, and at the same time, trying to build me up, create a friendship that would hopefully get me to sleep with him.
There was one particular day that stands out and when I think about what happened, it was a turning point in our friendly relationship. We were out for breakfast on day, and our simple conversation turned to a conversation about girls and sex. John asked if I had ever been with a girl and at the time, I had been with several girlfriends, however I had not gone all the way, but I wasn't going to tell him that, so I simply told him, "Yea."
We talked about what color hair we liked, boobs, asses, etc., and we even laughed a little, but John then asked me when was the last time I had sex. After a short pause, I inadvertently let it slip that I had actually never had sex before.
He was shocked a little and asked, "Why not," and continued by saying, "Maybe you like guys."
I paused but quickly snapped saying, "No, I like girls, not guys."
After a slight pause he said, "Then why haven't you done it yet?"
I told him that I just hadn't had the chance.
The conversation again paused for a little bit and then he asked, "Do you ever think guys are attractive?"
I didn’t know why he was asking me this and as I looked at him I said, "No.”
John was smiling and said, "So, when you're watching a movie and there's a guy in the movie, you never say to yourself, Hey, he's good looking."
I thought about it for a second but again said, "No, I never think that."
John chuckled and quickly tried to calm me down by agreeing that he knew I only like girls, which kind of put me at ease as our conversation returned to a more innocent one. However, it was about to take another turn as the conversation paused again. I could sense John was looking at me and as he asked if everything was ok, I looked up and nodded my head.
John quickly said that he really enjoyed my company and told me it was really nice to have someone like me to talk with. Agreeing, I nodded my head, which gave John a little time to gather his thoughts, looking for a way to steer the conversation in a direction that would not only calm my thoughts, but provide him a way to find out if he could get me to go with him to his apartment.
He subtly told me he was sorry if I was embarrassed, and as I nodded my head and told him it was ok, John smiled and said, "Good," and proceeded by again saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I nodded my head again, the conversation paused. John then casually mentioned that he was bisexual, and looking up at him wondering what he meant, the conversation paused again; I had never heard that term before and sense I was naive about what he was telling me, he asked if I know what that was.
I simply told him, "No, I didn't," and as I looked at him, he smiled, seeming relishing in the opportunity to explain what it was.
He started by saying that he was attracted to girls like I was and then continued by telling me that sometimes he found guys attractive too. I was a little confused, but John continued be explaining that he like having sex with girl but that sometimes if he found a guy attractive, and they hit it off that he also enjoyed sleeping with guys too.
I was shocked, but he continued the conversation by asking what I thought about it. I did not know what to say or what to do, so I told him that I wasn't sure. I was confused as our conversation paused for a second and I asked myself, "Why was he telling me this," but it would soon become very apparent. With that said, John must have known the topic made me uncomfortable, because John now tried to change the subject by saying, "I'm glad I was able to tell you that," and hesitantly I acknowledged him. He continued by saying, "You've been a good friend, it really nice to hang out with you." It was kind of nice to hear but John then said, "I gotta tell you, I'm attracted to you."
Oh my god, what was he saying?
He then said, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I've even thought about asking you to come over to my apartment, but I wasn't sure how you'd take it."
A sudden feeling of uneasiness came over me about the conversation and after another pause, I think he realized he might have gone to far and to fast. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school and he just told me he was attracted to me.
He quickly told me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way, but that he wanted me to know how he felt. I was speechless and didn't know what to say, and I think he knew the subject was making me nervous, but he finished by asking me what I thought. I simply said, "I don't know."
He soon realized that he might have just lost the opportunity to have sex with me and said, "Come on, let's go," suggesting it was time to leave.
As we left the restaurant and headed back to the game room, he pressed the issue a little more by saying, "I hope you'll think about it," and told me that I had been such a good friend that he would give me anything I wanted. I again didn't know what to say, but he continued by mentioning he would get me a girl, give me money, anything I wanted. He wasn't going to let it alone, but I again said, "I don't know."
I felt uncomfortable with the thought of being alone with him at his apartment, and the rest of the way back to the game room, I was quiet. When we finally pulled into the parking lot, he again asked me to please think about it and to let him know what I would like. I nodded my head and told him that I would think about it, how could I not, He had just told me he wanted me to come over to his apartment to have sex with him, and it wasn't sit well with me, but I did think about it.
A few days later, I did venture back to the game room to hang out with friends and when he saw me, he approached me and asked if I had thought about his offer. I told him that I had thought about it but I wasn't sure about it.
He said, "Come on, let's go get something to eat."
I felt pressured to go and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he asked what it was that I would really like to have. I told him nothing and he was now hard-pressed to get an answer and again asked, "Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have."
At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I felt that he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me in bed, because he continued to pressure me. Eventually, I told him that I would really like to have a car. He smiled and at that moment, I knew I had just given him the opening he was looking for. Pausing, he asked what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I wasn't sure, but he needed to get an answer so he kept probing to know what kind. He asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I really wasn't sure what I wanted, and I think I knew I couldn't commit, but he didn't want to lose this chance to hopefully coerce me to have sex with him.
We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I wanted and he told me he would try to get it for me, whatever kind It was. For some reason I felt okay with this conversation, because naively I thought he had just said he'd get a car for me, and all I had to do is tell him what kind of car I want and he would get it for me, no strings attached. However, I was only thinking about having a car, not thinking that I was also giving him the opportunity to have sex with me, and probably not just once, but many times.
When we pulled into the parking lot, he reminded me to let him know what kind of car I would like, and when I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try and as when we got out of the car and went inside the game room, we went our separate ways.
He had really got me thinking about what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one that I kept coming to mind and it was a 1956 Chevy, but what would happen if I actually went through with it and told him? I was not sure, but the next day when I went over to the game room, there he was and he came up to me and asked if I had made a decision. I was unsure as to how to answer, but I said that I had made a decision. He said, "Great, let's go for a drive and you can tell me!" He was obviously excited as we left in his car and I told him that I would really like to have a '56 Chevy. He told me that he would start looking for one. I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He said he would get right on it.
A few days later, when I was up at the game room, he came up to me and told me he had found the car and said that we should take a drive and talk about it. I was excited and in the car, he was very good and told me he had seen the car, it was very nice, all it needed was to be painted, and that I could have it in a week or so. Again, I was so excited to see it and drive it, but now he had a question for me.
He said, "Well, since I found the car, do you think you'd like to come over to my apartment now."
I did not know what to say and in all actuality, I had to know there was a catch to this whole thing. After a short pause he said, "I'll tell you what, you come over to my place with me tomorrow afternoon and try it, if you don't like it, we can stop and you can still have the car, what do you say."
I didn't know what to say, I wanted the car, but l wasn't sure about going with him. We returned to the game room and as we parked, he told me to come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do. Again, I was eager to have a car but worried about what would happen at his apartment, but I think in someway I was curious but the excitement of having the car was overpowering.
The next day, I went up to the game room around noon, I was nervous about what was going to happen, and so I tried to avoid him, but all I could think about was the car he promised. Eventually, John came up to me and casually asked, "How's it going,” obviously looking to see my reaction.
I told him everything was okay, and then he asked, "Are you ready to go,” and then asked, “What do you think?"
Looking at him, I simple nodded my head yes and said, "Yea."
He immediately asked, "Are you sure?"
I told him, "Yea," and as I looked at him, he smiled, nodded his head, he told me wit outside and that he’d be right out.
As we headed off, I wasn't sure where we were going, but nervously thought about where it would taking me. Along the way, I think to break the tension, he asked if wanted to get something to eat first.
I said, No, I'm okay," all the time thinking to myself, "I just want to get it over with."
Pulling into an apartment complex not far from the school, and parking out front of one of the building, he excitedly said, "Come on," as he opened his door.
I apprehensively opened my door and as I followed him inside, I looked around to see if anyone saw us going in together. Closing the door behind us, John quickly closed the blinds in the front room. Looking around, I could see his apartment was nice furnished, very tidy, and as I went too sit down he said, "Come on," ushering me down a short hallway, toward what I suspected was his bedroom.
There was a small bathroom in the hall on the right and across from that there was another bedroom with the door cracked open. As we entered the back bedroom, he had me sit on the bed and as I hesitantly moved toward the bed, he went over and closed the blinds. I immediately noticed he had a king size bed and as I sat down on the end of the bed, the room darken.
There was still a sliver of light sneaking past the closed blinds and as I quickly looked around, I could see the room was very spacious and there looked to be a bathroom toward the back. As John walked over to where I was sitting, I nervously looked away. He sat on the edge of the bed next to me, and as he patting me on the thigh, he told me to relax and said, Eventually thing would be all right.”
I simply nodded my head in agreement and as I looked at him, I noticed he was smiling, which made me smile sheepishly. He now stood up and said, "I’ll be right back.”
Looking up at him, John said, “Why don't you go ahead and start taking off your clothes,” as he walked toward the bathroom at the back.
As he went in and closed the door, I wondered what he was doing, but quickly realized he was going in there to take his clothes off. I was so nervous and after sitting there for a few seconds, I realized I had better get undressing before he returns.
Quickly, I took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, piling them at the end of the bed. I made the decision to keep my underwear on for some reason. Maybe because I was nervous or maybe it was an attempt to save some sense of dignity, know what was about to happen. Either way, it wasn't long before I heard the door to the bathroom open and as I turned, I watched him come out.
He was wearing a long sleeved, button down shirt and after turning off the bathroom light, he walked toward me. I wanted to get a glimpse of his cock, but his shirt conveniently covered him and because my eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark, I never saw it and as he got closer, I turned away.
John now sat next to me, and patting me on the leg, he immediately noticed that I was still wearing my underwear. Surprised he asked, "What's wrong,” obviously referring to my underwear still being on.
I was scared and immediately replied, "What?”
He quickly tried to change the subject saying, "Never mind,” and told me not to worry.
John knew I must be nervous and as I nodded my head, he stood up. He now told me to go ahead and lay down on the bed. As I quickly crawl to the middle of the bed and laid on my stomach, he told me to move over to the edge of the bed that faced the wall.
As I scooted to the edge, he came around to that side of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me. John had me lay on my side so I was facing him and as he started rubbing my stomach and my legs, I looked away. He then spread my legs and as felt for my co k through my underwear, he bent my one leg, propping it up at an angle, giving him better access to my crotch.
I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on by focusing on the window and the light that was creeping through. I was so nervous, as he tried to rub my cock through my underwear and when he mouthed my cock through my underwear, I winced. John now pulled my underwear down exposing my cock and after gently rubbing it for a little bit, he started to tug at my underwear, attempting to take them off. As he struggled to take them off, and my focus returned to what was happening, John asked me to help him take them off.
Without thinking, I sat up, took them off, and after casting them off the end of the bed, I quickly laid back down on the bed.
After repositioning me he said, "That's better,” as he went back to fondling my cock, and feel my balls.
I could tell he was becoming more and more aroused, but I wasn't getting hard for him, because I was distancing my thoughts. John now took my cock in his mouth as he continued to rub it, desperately trying to get me hard, wanting me to cum. He quickly became frustrated and eventually stopped and asked, "Does it feel ok."
This again brought me back to what was actually happening and as he asked me again if it felt good, asked, “Can you help a little?”
I realized he wasn't going to stop until he had gotten me off. He needed me to cum to show I was into it and after nodding my head in agreement, he started to suck my cock again. I tried to concentrate on him sucking my cock, and as I thought about wanting to cum in his mouth, it started to feel good and my cock started to get hard. as he continued to suck and stroke my cock.
As he fondled my balls, I really tried to get into it and as my cock started to get hard, I knew I was going to cum in his mouth. I still wasn't very hard yet, and so I tried to hold back until I was all the way hard, but my cock started to go soft again. I tried to concentrate, knowing I needed to cum whether I was hard or not.
I was close now, and as I started to move my hips, fucking his mouth, I let it go. John needed me to cum, to subconsciously signal in a weird way that I wanted to have sex with him, but when I started to cum prematurely, I think it surprised him as cum shot in his mouth. It felt so good to cum, but as he stopped milking my cock, it immediately started to go limp. He continued to try to suck it for a little bit, but then disappointedly he stopped and said," Is that it?"
I leaned up on my elbow and looking down at him I said, "What?"
He quickly replied, "It's okay," and then asked if it felt good.
I think he was worried, but after a simple nod of my head, he got up off the floor and told me to move to the middle of the bed. Nervously, I quickly shifted over to the middle of the bed as John walked to the end of the bed. As I lay there on my stomach, he immediately told me to get on all fours, like a dog. I knew what was going to happen and as I did what he asked, I could feel him climbing on the bed behind me. I was scared and as he moved up closer to me, he spread my legs and briefly felt on my ass.
John asked me move up toward the head of the bed, and as I did, he inched closer, and again spread my legs with his knees. He then reached above me, and as he pressed against my ass, he pulled a pillow out from under the covers. Placing it in front of me, John told me to put my head down. As I put my head down, I could feel my ass cheeks spread slightly. I felt so vulnerable in this position, especially with him behind me and as he gently started to rub my back and feel on my ass cheeks, he deliberately spread my, wanting to see my tight little hole.
"You're really look tight," he said, "you're really going to need to relax."
After a pause, he could feel him moving around a little bit. As I listened, I heard something. It sounded like he had flipped open something. I could then hear him sloppily rubbing his cock with whatever it was, and realized it was probably KY.
I was scared and when he suddenly touched my butthole, I raised up and pulled away thinking he was trying to put his cock in me. John quickly said, "Relax, it's just my finger."
I didn’t want to do it; I felt trapped. John pushed on my back telling me to put my head down again. Apprehensively, I did what he asked and as he spread my ass, he dabbed KY on my tight little hole. Ashe to rubbed lube on my butthole, it felt kind of good, but when he pushed his finger in my ass, I again pull away slightly.
He again said, "Relax," telling me to put my head back down.
As he continued to finger my ass, it really started to feel good and when John whispered, "Oh, you're really tight," he told me I would really need to relax.
John eventually quit fingering and as he rubbed and spread my ass, he asked if I was doing okay. After nodding my head, he moved closer and told me it might hurt a little. I again nodded but never could have imagined just how bad it would hurt.
I could feel him press the head of his hard cock against my tight little hole and as he slowly started to push his cock in me, he told me to relax. It felt ok at first, but all of a sudden as his cock went in me, the pain was excruciating. Raising up and quickly pulling away, his cock slipped out of me.
He immediately said, "What's wrong?"
Turn slightly, I told it hurt. He didn’t say anything right away, but then as he repositioned himself behind me he said, "Ok, you need to really try to relax,” and then said, “The hurting will eventually stop.”
I didn’t know what to do, but the car was in the back of my mind. John now asked me to tell him when it stopped hurting, of course so he could try again. It only hurt for a little while, but I continued to tell him it hurt whenever he asked if I was okay. I was trying to put him off as long as possible, but after he asked a couple times if I was ready to try again, he finally had waited long enough. As he moved up to me again he said, "Ok, let's try again.”
I was scared and as he felt on my ass he said, “This time, really try to relax, especially when I am in you."
Nodding my head, he told me to put my head down on the pillow again. As I did, he again fingered my ass with KY, and then immediately tried to push his cock in my ass. Again, it hurt and I tried to have him take it out, but he refused. It hurt so much and when I tried to pull away, he held me by my hips keeping his cock in me. It was painful, I couldn't do it, I quickly pulled away again, which pissed him off.
In a frustrated voice he said, "Come on, what's wrong now."
I again told him that it hurt, and in a huff he said, “You have got to try to relax.”
I hoped he might give up trying but when he again said, “Let me know when it stops hurting,” I realized he wasn't going to stop trying until he got to fuck me.
The pain had subsided, and moving closer, he told me again to relax. I had to relax so he could fuck me but as he again pushed his cock in me, it started to hurt the minute he was in me. I rose up again, but this time he held me by my hips, not letting me pull away.
He said, "Stop!"
I reached back, trying to push him away saying, “It hurt.”
John said, "If you would just relax, the hurting will go away."
He continued to hold me by my hips and after little bit, he asked, “Are you okay. It still hurt but I knew he wasn’t going to stop and so I nodded. John slowly started moving his hard cock in and out of me, progressively pushing into me a little more each time. It still really hurting and when I again asked him to stop, he did.
I tried to wiggle free but he again held me tight and told me to stop moving. I again tried to distance my thought as he started moving his cock in and out of me and after a short time, he asked if I was ok. He wasn’t going to stop; I had to let him fuck, I needed to let him finish. Again, I nodded my head and as he started fucking me again, I continued to reach back pushing on him. John pushed my hand way now and as his body slapped against my ass, he feverishly fucked my sloppy hole.
It continued to hurt and as John forceful moving me back and forth, desperately trying to cum in me, my cock started to get hard. John had become frustrated, and as he suddenly stopped, he tried to explain that I need to help too. I didn’t know what he meant but he told me I needed to move back and forth with him.
I was still confused, but as he grabbed my hips again he said, "Like this,” and as he slowly started pushing and pulling me back and forth, and back and forth John said, "That's it, keep going."
Realizing what he wanted, I tried to get into it, and as I did, the pain went away. It started to feel good with him going in and out of me and it obviously felt good for him too because he said, “Not to fast.”
Stopping for a moment, John now reached around me and as he felt my hard cock he remarking, "Yea, that's it."
I think it aroused him know it had made me hard because he immediately quit playing with my cock and as he concentrated on fucking me, I could hear his cock going in and out of me, as his body continued to slap against my ass. I wanted him to cum; I wanted it to be over but as his strokes became quicker and more deliberate, it was hard to keep up.
All of a sudden, he pulled me close, thrusting his cock deep in me. It hurt, but as I tried to keep moving, John told me to stop moving. Right then, I felt his cock faintly jerking inside and realized he had cum in me. He was out of breath and as he again moved his cock in and out of me, I tried to pull away. He again held me close, and out of breath said, No, don't move!"
John now hunched over me and as he pushed me flat on my stomach, he again moving his cock in and out of me briefly.,
He was finished and as he lay on top of me he asked if I was okay. When I didn't reply right away, he lifted off me, letting his cock slip out. John now sat on the edge of the bed, and as he gently reached back to rub my ass he said, "That really felt good.”
I again didn’t reply and as he got off the bed, he told me I should probably go into the bathroom and clean myself out.
Quickly, as I slid off the bed, he told me to use the bathroom in the hall, and not looking around, I headed out of the bedroom. As I left, he made sure to tell me to come back when I was finished.
Going into the bathroom and closing the door, I was relieved it was over but as I stood there I thought about his remark, “Cleaning myself out,” what did he mean?
As I stood there wondering, I tried to pee. It was then that I started to feel I needed to poo, and felt something was leaking out of my ass. Sitting on the toilet now, I wiped my ass. As I looked at the toilet paper, I soon realized what he meant. My first thought was, “Oh, its KY,” but then realized it was probably his cum too. I started to panic and as I tried to push out whatever was inside me, KY and cum seemed to flow out of me. After wiping, I stood up and as I looked in the toilet, I could see that some white stuff was floating and some had sunk to the bottom. It was obviously a mix of KY and cum, and as I stood there, I was so scared thinking to myself, "What had I let him to do."
I knew he was waiting for me and so after trying one more time to push more out, I wiped my ass, gathered my composure, and headed back. As I went in the bedroom, I didn't see him but as I went in, he approached me, gently guided me toward the bed. As we sat down, John asked if I was okay and as I nodded my head, he started rubbing my back and then quietly said, “Why don’t you get on the bed again.”
Immediately I was confused and thought “Why, did he want me to get on the bed?”
As he stood up, I felt powerless and as he pushed me to get on the bed, I realized he wanted to do it again. Cautiously, I turned and as I got on the bed, John told me to stay on all fours and had me put my head down gain. John then climbed on the bed behind me and as he spread my legs, he again rubbed my back and ass.
“Oh my god,” I thought, “he’s going to fuck me again,” but how could he?
John moved closer, and spreading my ass cheeks, he again dabbed KY on my butthole. As he fingered my ass again, he told me to relax. All I could think about was,"How could he be hard enough, he had just cum a few minutes ago?”
I didn't want to do it again and I told myself I would try to clinch my ass, not letting him put his cock in me again. As John pushed my back down and spread my ass, he immediately pressed his hard cock against my hole. I desperately tried to tighten my ass, but it was no use, his cock easily slipped into me. “What was I going to do?” I told myself.
He held me by my hips and as he continued to push against me, his cock easily slipped deeper into me. “Oh my god,” I thought, “he’s going to fuck me again.”
As he started moving his cock in and out of me, I decided I wouldn’t help. Trying not to move, it actually felt good but I again told myself, “I wasn't going to help.”
Immediately however, John noticed I wasn't helping and stopping he asked, “What’s wrong?”
I was nervous to say anything but quickly said, “I thought we were only going to do it once.”
He didn’t say anything right away and instead reached around taking hold of my cock. As he fondled it he said, "Come on, I thought you liked it.”
I didn’t say anything it after a few seconds John said, “Let’s do it one more time."
Again, I didn't reply, but he immediately grabbed my hips and started forcibly moving me back and forth, determine to cum again. As he continued, it actually started to feel good, but I also thought to myself, "He had told me we would only do it once," so I continued to not help.
John was now breathing hard as he frantically fuck me, thrusting his cock in and out of me, desperately trying to cum. He soon became very upset that I wasn’t helping and eventually realized it wasn't working. Out of breath he suddenly stopped, and hastily took his cock out of me. As he got off the bed he angrily said, "Go use the bathroom and then get dressed,” as he quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I too hurried into the hall bathroom, and as I sat on the toilet, I again tried to push out whatever was still in me. After cleaned my ass, I hurried back into the bedroom to get dressed.
As I sat there getting dressed on the edge of the bed, he came out of the bathroom, and sat by me as I continued to get dressed. He didn't say anything at first, but then as he put his hand on my back he said, “That was really nice.”
I was powerless, he was my ride back to the game room and I did not know what to say. I didn’t say anything, asI finished getting dressed, and as I looked up he said, “Come on, let’s go.”
We both stood up and as we headed down the hall past the bathroom and the spare bedroom, I noticed the door was now closed on the spare bedroom. “How could it be closed,” I thought as we continued out of his apartment.
As we got in his car, he suggested that he take me home. I agreed that it was a good idea, because I really didn't want to talk to anyone after what just happened. We didn't really say anything as he drove me home. I felt ashamed and all I could think about was wanting to get home and right now it felt like it was taking forever. Finally, he pulled into my neighborhood and as he up front of my house, I quickly got out of the car and hurried inside.
Luckily no one was home and going straight to the bathroom, I again tried to push out whatever was still inside me. I managed to push a little more KY and cum out, but not very much and after wiping, I quickly took off all my clothes and got in the shower. I continued to worry about what had happened, scared that he might have given me a disease. Yea, he gave me a blowjob, making me cum in his mouth, but more importantly he didn't use a condom when he fucked me.
A few days later, I returned to the game room to ask about the car he had promised but when I asked him about it, he smiled and said let's go for a drive, we can talk about it. I was uncomfortable but as we we got in his car and drove off he explained that the deal was that I’d sleep with him.
I was confused, but as he continued he said that because I did not want to stay that’s why the deal was off. I was in shock but after a pause he said, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come over to my place again, give it another try and I’ll give you the car, but only if we do it again, okay."
I didn’t know what to say; I wanted the car, but did not want to have sex with him again, it was the fact of the matter. He had promised to give me the car if I did it and now he was reneging. I felt he used me and I should have realized he was never going to give me a car. We eventually went back to the game room and as I got out of the car John said, "I still have the car, let me know if you want to go again."
I tried to stay away from the game room for a long time but when I finally did return, John was very friendly, like nothing had happened. I had the feeling he still wanted to continue the relationship, and maybe in a way I did too, but I was so conflicted, and I worried if he might proposition me.
It was almost summer break now and he must have thought that he would never have the chance to be with me again. However, one day he approached me and mentioned that he had moved into an apartment closer to where I lived. It intrigued me because I knew where this complex was and when he said, “You should come by sometime.”
I didn’t know what to say but nodding I simply said, “Okay,” which made him smile.
I was nervous to go over there, but curious too, thinking he might have the car parked over there, and so one day I did venturing over there. I still wanted the car; I felt he owed it to me, and maybe deep down I wanted to have sex with him again.
As I knocked on the door, I became nervous as I waited for him to answer the door. As he opened the door, he smiled, and asked me to come in. Entering his apartment, an uneasiness feeling came over me; I couldn't stay, because I felt he would try to take advantage of me again, and I just couldn't do it.
The car never did materialize and I never again had sex with him. I did try to contact him much later, but the game room had closed and this other record store he had was gone too, so I never did find him. I have thought about hooking up with someone off the internet, wanting to try it again, but these days, it could have deadly consequences.
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