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A Day to Forget

29 May, 2017 (11:42) | Gay Stories | By: Gay Adult Stories

by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)

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A Bad Day brings about an unforgettable experience

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It was a rainy and cold night when I entered the smoke-
filled bar just off the Interstate. A series of personal
defeats had sent me home for the comfort of my most
recent lover. My unexpected early arrival found her in
the arms of another and after a flurry of ill
contemplated accusations, we were soon on our separate
ways.

Fearing further confrontations, I eased my wheels into
the unimposing parking lot and with a dash of cologne
entered the dimly-lit room awash in the mid summers rain.
My full intention was to drown my sorrows in solitude and
seek solstice in the motel next door for the night.

The entire day had been most uniquely revealing, and now,
sitting peaceably at the colorful bar, I began to recount
the day’s defeats with a more speculative eye. My second
glass was all but empty when she approached from out of
nowhere. Her husky voice and bedroom eyes were a
tranquilizer unto themselves, and I found myself
expounding unceremoniously on her feigned interest.

She was firm but gentle, goading me to reveal my
innermost desires while remaining attractively aloof.
Within a short time spell, she had learned far more from
me than I ever cared to divulge to anyone, and I found
myself groping for phrases to keep her from overcoming
the last vestiges of my privacy.

Somewhere through the gloom I remember cautioning myself
that she was undoubtedly a professional, and more than
likely, one with designs on my material assets rather
than my physical ones. She called herself Mia although
her dark eyes and flowing hair spoke more of a
Mediterranean beauty rather than an Asian descendant as
her name implied.

The tricks dim light can play on perspectives were all
too apparent as I soon found her increasingly attractive
with each passing sip. Her breasts became youthful and
her smile enigmatic along with her firming legs that
flowed gently to her tightly bound torso. My resolve
eventually wavered and soon we found our way past the
check-in hazards into a moderately furnished room that
echoed the rains continuing assault on the parched
landscape.

Interested in only a quick and uncomplicated fuck, I
found my way to the bed and began to undress
unceremoniously when her thick alto voice reminded me to
shower. Not wanting to offend my guest, I allowed
individual respect to overcome personal desires, and
shuffled my naked corpse onto the cold tiles for a
rendezvous with a foreign shower.

The steaming spray only aided to relax me further whereas
by the time I secured the artificial rain, I was anything
but awake. She entered unsolicited, dressed in only the
briefest of lacy attire, and lovingly dried my exhausted
body, paying special attention to my dangling genitals
and my ass. Her touch was soothing, and I soon found my
erotic interests awakening.

Leading me from the water closet with a gentle tug at my
stiffening cock, she led me onto the bed where the covers
had been turned down in such a way to insure minimum
exposure to the cool air. Her hands were all over me,
soothing my chest and tummy, and finally, with sensual
assurance, on my awakening genitals. She knew how to
caress the hardening gristle with the finesse of a
skilled lover; teasing and tugging at the ridges and
recesses with loving attention to detail.

Soon my erection took on a mind of it’s own and began
probing her gentle caresses forever increasing
stimulation. She giggled and smirked as she released the
throbbing appendage and trailed her hand between my legs
to gently encircle my ass hole. At first repulsed by the
invasion, I began to relax and allow my guest to complete
the sensual work she had so seductively begun.

Somewhere in the back of my lust filled mind, a strange
feeling of foreboding began to overwhelm my desires as
her caresses became more forceful and her index finger
began to probe the resolve of my sphincter. I tried to
turn towards her, cutting off her approach, but she
forcefully maneuvered my body into a more receptive
position with my butt in the air and my head buried under
a pillow.

I felt as if I would puke at any moment when the cool
sensation of a well-lubed finger invaded the final
vestiges of my sphincter and probed the murky tunnel for
my swollen prostrate. Within moments I could feel my
creamy essence flowing through my urethra with a sweet
burning sensation that made me groan. Her expertise
became even more apparent as her free hand gently
squeezed the crown of my cock rhythmically, encouraging
my prostrate to surrender all of its precious cargo.

Now beyond all hope of revival, I surrendered myself to
her and allowed the restorative relief of exhausted
slumber to fill my consciousness. It was only then, I
felt her withdraw her finger only to replace the void
momentarily with the secret she had so cleverly concealed
from the onset. The small shaved appendage that so
quickly replaced her adept fingers, was less flexible,
albeit far more fulfilling to this previously unexplored
cavity.

The sensation of fullness was, in itself, a most
comforting feeling until it began to slide in and out of
my behind with increasing intensity. Her hands held my
hips firmly as she pounded her torso against my fleshy
buttocks, arching her back as she grunted with impending
release. A slick hand slid around my torso onto my
hardening cock and began stroking it forcefully as a
burst of her hot essence exploded in the depths of my
rectum, bathing the hitherto unexplored crevasses with
life giving cream.

It suddenly became far too apparent far to late; the she
with firm breasts and well-conditioned legs was actually
a he between his legs, and I had unwittingly allowed my
body to be violated by it. My howl of repulsion was
immediately countered with a shriek of orgasmic release,
as she continued to fill my behind with her boiling
essence.

We collapsed simultaneously, and I rolled the spent and
body aside roughly. She lay there panting, her firm,
upturned breasts with small, tight nipples ascending
gracefully into the air with every breath. My eyes
strayed to her torso, cleanly shaven and adorned with a
glistening three inch organ, nicely formed and quivering
from its forceful entry into the black depths that were
accustomed to things that passed out – not in.

Grabbing my clothes, I darted into the downpour in a
panic. Roaring off for the interstate, I felt the slimy
ejaculate begin to slide through my rectum and between my
ass cheeks. I felt disgusted, used, and degraded beyond
all that I had ever know as real.

Once in my home, I showered using Lava and bleach until
my skin burned, and then gargled until my tongue went
numb. Going through my clothes, I found my wallet intact,
and other than the unexpected experience of having my
rear end ravaged, I was no worse for the experience. For
the next several days, it felt weird when I took a shit.

A week passed. My boss apologized, I learned that I never
had truly enjoyed the company of the tramp that I had
caught screwing around in my bed, and I visited the small
unobtrusive bar just off the interstate on several
occasions. In retrospect, the entire experience had been
an enlightening one, and I have every intent of sharing
that with her if we ever meet again.

END

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