The Temptation - Sex Stories

The Temptation

... ready to fuck me now, Daddy? I need you to teach me a lesson.”

I grabbed underneath his arm, brought him to his feet, and directed him toward the sink. As I closed in, I noticed that the bathroom door had one of those push-button locks. I lunged forward and pressed it, then I fully unbuttoned my pants as I directed my attention back toward the stranger. He had already removed his shorts and was standing with his left leg outstretched and his right foot planted firmly inside the sink.

He reached around himself, spreading his ass for me as I rushed toward him. It was to be my first gay experience as well as my first time having anal sex. I sunk my cock inside him and he let out an afeminant moan. As I started thrusting, he was getting increasingly loud. It was unlikely that anyone would hear him over all of the noise in the bar, but it still made me nervous.

“Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder!” he squealed.

I outstretched my hand and “pie-faced” him, mashing his head against the mirror. Unfortunately, he liked that and it only resulted in him pleading with me to be more aggressive with him.

The doorknob rattled and someone knocked on the door. Afraid ...

... that somebody would hear my partner, I covered his mouth with my hand. It was obvious that I needed to wrap things up quickly. I started pumping hard and fast in an effort to speed up my eventual release into the eager cum-dumpster. The sounds of my body crashing against his echoed inside the bathroom.

As my powerful orgasm arrived, I nearly toppled over. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the scenario, it was a lot better than I would have expected. When I pulled out of the stranger, cum dribbled out and splattered onto the floor.

I quickly tucked my cock away and buttoned up my pants. I hurried out of the door, only to find three unhappy patrons waiting in the hallway, including one of my friends.

“Sorry…somebody must have bumped the lock,” I apologized.

As I hurried back to our table, the stranger followed me out the door, making it obvious that he was pulling his shorts up.

“I’ll meet you back here later if you want to go again!” he shouted.

I didn’t even bother to look back, but I heard him say to the men in the hallway, “Which one of you boys knows how to get rough? He was too gentle. I think he was looking for ‘true love’ or something.”