The first thing I noticed as I opened my eyes was a hairy arm over my shoulder. I could feel his body against my back. I could feel his cock against my ass cheeks.
It all came back to me. I was in bed naked with a man.
Last night, I had allowed myself to be seduced by this man. I had let him touch my body. My penis. I had become hard in his hands. I had jerked him off. I had sucked his cock.
And I had yielded to his demands to fuck me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt. This was not something I had sought out before, but it had been incredibly erotic and I had enjoyed it. I had no doubt that I would still be attracted to girls this morning. Nothing had changed… perhaps something had been added.
As I thought about it, lying there in bed with this man I had only met the previous night, I wondered if maybe I wanted to do it again.
I remembered the erotic sensations as he pushed his cock into my ass. How it felt with his hardness stretching me, my anus finally relaxing and allowing him to slide deeply into me and how I had held him and hunched myself back onto his cock to meet his thrusts; how I had ended up more than just a passive partner, but actively contributing to being fucked.
I drew my hand below the covers and touched myself as I thought of it. Started to stroke my cock as I quickly became hard. I was trying to be quiet but the more excited I got, the faster I stroked my cock. And with more vigor. The bed started to move with the rhythm.
I felt him stirring behind me. I took my hand away from my very hard member, but it was too late. I had woken him up.
He rolled closer. His arm on my shoulder slid down and grasped my wrist. He directed my hand back to my penis and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
I could feel his hot breath against my ear and then he ran his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck, whispering, “Jerk off for me, baby, it makes me hard.”
His grip on my arm remained. My hand went back around my erection and I continued to masturbate, but now at the pace that his strong grip on my wrist dictated. His body was tight against my back and I felt his cock stiffen.
He whispered, “You liked it last night, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question. A clear statement and, as he said it that way, my doubts were erased. Yes. I had liked it.
As I stroked myself, he started to rock his body against mine. His hardening dick rested in the crack of my ass cheeks and I felt it sliding up and down. His hand stayed on my wrist, still controlling how I stroked myself. He began matching the movements he was making with his hand with the movements he was making with his body.
It was as though he was jerking off himself, but using the friction of his cock against my ass instead of his own fingers.
“Keep going,” he murmured and then took his hand away from my wrist. I felt it resting on my bare hip and then he slid it between my ass and his thighs and I felt him reach between my ass cheeks and find my asshole.
He pushed a finger into my ass as he continued to rock against my back and ass and nibble gently against my neck.
“You want it again. You want me to fuck you.” Once more, not a question. Once more, he was right.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I admitted. “I want your cock in my ass, like last night.”
“Not like last night, sweetie. Stay there on your side. Just bend your leg for me. Lift it up towards your chest.”