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We have all had encounters that we remember as well as those we want to forget, and this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to erase it. However, periodically I find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and as I slip back to when it all happened, it becomes as vivid as if it had just happened. Maybe I wish it would somehow happen again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience.

I’ve always had mixed feeling about what happened and when it creeps back into my thoughts, I end up examining what actually took place, and I end up taking myself back to that fateful time in my life, reliving it. But then I wish to forget it ever happened.

Being I was a fifteen years old delinquent, skipping classes, so I could hang out at the local game room by the high school, I found myself just wanted to be with friends. I was a rather shy young man and even though I had had several girl friends over the years, I was still a virgin. Yes, I had plenty of opportunities, but never did it until the time when this story takes place. 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 and he was probably 10 or 15 years older than I was. He had dark skin, 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. I had no idea John was gay but it would soon be quite evident, but at first I thought he was just being friendly and 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 he 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 John was giving me.

Going out for breakfast or lunch, became more and more frequent and our conversations were always innocent, at least on the surface, but I think 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 to where he could hopefully get me to sleep with him.

There was one particular day that stands out, and when I think about what happened that day, it was a turning point in our friendly relationship. We were out for breakfast one 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 as we laughed a little, John asked me when was the last time I had sex. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and after a short pause, I inadvertently let it slip that I had actually never had sex before.

He looked shocked a little and after a pause he asked, "Why not?”

I simply mumbled, “I don’t know, I just haven’t.”

John then said, "Maybe you like guys."

I paused and looking over at him, I quickly told him, "No, I like girls, not guys."

He smiled and said, "Then why haven't you done it yet?" and continued by saying, “You’re good looking, I’m surprised.”

I told him that I just hadn't had the chance. I was embarrassed and as the conversation paused for a little bit he the. asked, "Do you think guys are attractive?"

I quickly said, "No," but John continued the questioning by asking, "So, you mean 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 was confused as to why he was asking this stuff and again said, "No, I never thought that."

John chuckled, and realizing the questions were upset me, he quickly tried to calm me down by agreeing that he knew I only like girls. We smiled at each other which kind of put me at ease, however he wasn’t done.

As our conversation became more superficial. John must have been looking for an opening to continue his agenda to find out if he could somehow persuade me to have sex with him. As he continued to look at me, he asked if everything was ok. Looking up, I simply nodded my head and told him yea.

After a pause, John grinned and quickly said, “I really enjoyed you company,” and told me it was really nice to have someone to talk with.

Agreeing, I nodded my head again, which gave John a little time to gather his thoughts as he looked 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 somehow get me to go to his apartment.

John was trying to steered the conversation, he subtly told me he was sorry if I was embarrassed. I nodded my head and told him it was ok, and as I looked over, 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 again paused, and then John casually said, “The reason I was asking me all that stuff is because …” and before he could finish, I looked up at him as he casually reached his hand across the table. As we looked at each other, he continued by saying, “I want you to know that I’m bisexual.”



Looking at him curiously, I wondering what he meant; I had never heard that term before and being I was naive about what he was telling me, the conversation paused again. John then quickly asked if I know what that was.

I simply shock my head and told him, "No, I didn't," as I continued to look over at him. He got a big smile and after shifting his position, he seemed to relish in the opportunity to explain.

He started by saying that he was attracted to girls, just like I was and then he continued by telling me that sometimes he found guys attractive too. As he continued to look at me, I was a little confused, and after a pause to see my reaction, John continued to explain that he liked having sex with girl but that sometimes if he found a guy attractive, and they happened to hit it off, he also enjoyed sleeping with guys.

I was shocked, but he needed to continue the conversation, because he had tipped his hand, and as he asked what I thought about it, I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I told him that I wasn't sure, I was confused and as our conversation paused for a second, I asked myself, "Why was he telling me this," but it would soon become very apparent, but at the same time, John must have sensed the topic was making me uncomfortable.

Our conversation paused yet again, and as he pulled his hand back off the table and sat up, he knew he needed to quickly tried to change the subject or lose the opportunity. In an attempt to make it all seem innocent he said, "I'm so glad I was able to tell you that,” and continued by saying, “I really felt I need to tell you.”

I hesitantly acknowledged him, hoping the conversation was over but John then continued by saying, "You've been such a good friend, it’s really nice to be able to hang out with you and talk."

It was kind of nice to hear and I felt more a ease, but John again leaned forward and as I looked up at him he said, "I gotta tell you, I'm kinda attracted to you."

I was confused, and thought, “Oh my god, what was he saying?”

John then said, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, I’m not going to do anything.”

He was right, it did make me uncomfortable and when he then said, “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 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 again quickly told me not to worry, that he wasn’t going to do anything, but finished by saying, “Unless you want to.”

I was scared, I didn’t know what to say and he knew I was scared, but John finished by saying, “That’s it, I wanted you to know how he felt, I’m sorry if it upset you.”

I was speechless and maybe a little flattered, but I didn't know what to say. After a few seconds of silence, he finished by asking me what I thought. I paused and 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 go back to the game room.

As we left the restaurant and headed back, he pressed the issue a little more by saying, "I hope you'll think about it," and when I didn’t reply he said, “You know, you have been such a good friend, I really want to give you something.“

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. John wasn't going to let it alone, and the thought of having sex with him scared me 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 reached across the seat touching my leg and again asked me to 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, ultimately to have sex with him, which wasn't sit well with me, but of course 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 wanted the car, but l wasn't sure about going with him because I knew what was going to happen. 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. I was so 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 and was nervous about what was going to happen, so I tried to avoid him, but all I could think about was that car he promised and eventually, he came up to me and casually asked, "How's it going?"

I told everything was okay, and then he asked, "Are you ready, what do you think?"

I simply nodded my head yes and said, "Yea."

With a smile, he immediately asked, "Are you sure?"

I told him, "Yea," and as I looked at him, her was more serious and as he nodded his head, he ushered us out to his car.

As we headed off, I was nervous, I didn’t know exactly where we were going, but I knew where it was taking me. He must have known I was nervous, because to break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and asked if wanted to get something to eat first.

I said, No, I'm okay," and thought to myself, "I just want to get it over with."

We pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school and parked out front of an apartment, he was excited and said, "Come on," and we went inside.

Inside, I could see his apartment was modesty furnished, very tidy, and as I looked around, I watched as he went over and closed the blinds in the front room. He then said, "Come on," as he led me down a short hallway, toward what I suspected was his bedroom.

I noticed there was a bathroom in the hall on the right and across from that there was another bedroom on the left with the door cracked open. As we continued down the short hallway, we entered the back bedroom. He told me to go ahead and have a seat, pointing to the bed. I hesitantly moved toward the bed and as I sat down, I immediately noticed it must be a king size bed. He closed the door and as I sat down on the end of the bed, and as I watched, he walked over and closing the blinds.

It slowly became a little darker in the room now, but there was still a sliver of light that was able to sneak past. As I quickly looked around, I could see the room was very spacious and there was a bathroom toward the back. John had walked over to where I was sitting, and as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me, I looked away. He then patting me on the thigh and told me to relax and said that everything would be all right.

I simply nodded my head in agreement and sheepishly looking at him, and noticed he was smiling. John now stood up and said, "I’ll be right back, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."

He had started to walk toward the bathroom at the back and as he went into the bathroom and closing the door, I sat there for a second. I was confused but finally realized he was probably taking his clothes off in there and that I had better get started undressing too.

I quickly took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, piling them at the end of the bed, but when it came to taking off my underwear, I decided to keep them on for some reason. Maybe it was because I was nervous or maybe it was an attempt to save some sense of dignity before I had to give it all up.

It wasn't long before I heard the door to the bathroom open and as I turned, I saw he had opened the door and as he came out I could see he was wearing a long sleeved, button down shirt. I continued to watch curiously hoping to get a glimpse of his cock, but as he turned off the bathroom light and walked toward me, I continued to stare but the shirt he was wearing conveniently covering him and my eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark after he turned off the bathroom light.

As he got closer, I turned my gaze away from him, not wanting him to catch me staring. As he sat next to me again, he put his hand on my leg. He then moved his hand to my back, and as he started to rub it, he immediately noticed that I still had my underwear on. John stopped rubbing my back and asked, "What's wrong?" obviously referring to me still have my underwear on, and when I replied, "What?" He quickly tried to change the subject by saying, "Never mind," and told me not to worry as he rubbed my back briefly.

He obviously knew I was nervous and as he again moved his hand to my leg, I looked down at his hand, John suddenly stood up and told me, “Go ahead and get on the bed.”

I was scared and as I slowly started to crawl to the middle of the bed, he told me to move over to the edge of the bed.

As I did what he told me, he quickly came around the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me. He told me to lay on my side and as he positioned me, he gently started rubbing my stomach, and legs. I was laying, facing the wall with the window, and when he started to feel on my crotch, all I could do was stare at the window. He now spread my legs slightly and as he bent my top leg, he propped it up at an angle, giving him better access.

I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on by focusing on the window and the light that was creeping through. He was rubbing my cock through my underwear and even mouthed my cock through my underwear, and then he pulled my underwear down, exposing my cock. He continued to gently rubbed it for a little bit and then he started to tug at my underwear in an attempt to take them off. Immediately I realized he was struggling and when he asked me to help him take them off, my thoughts returned to what was actually happening. I quickly sat up, took off my underwear, casting them off the end of the bed, and quickly laid back down as he helped to position me again.

“That's better,” he replied as he went back to fondling my cock, rubbing it and feeling my balls. I could tell he was becoming more and more excited, eventually taking my cock in his mouth, sucking my dick. Even though I wasn't getting hard for him, because I was distancing my thoughts, he continued to try everything he could to get me hard. Eventually, he 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, he also asked if I could help him. I didn’t know what he meant, but realized he wasn't going to stop until he had gotten me to cum. I nodded my head and agreed, and as he started to suck my cock again, I tried to concentrated as he sucked my cock. I knew I needed to cum so I thought about wanting to cum in his mouth.

It actually felt good in his mouth and I started to get hard as he continued to suck and stroke my cock. As he kept stroking my cock, I was really trying to get into it now. John occasionally made moaning sounds and as my cock grew harder, I could feel myself about to cum in his mouth.

I still wasn't very hard yet so I tried to hold back until I was all the way hard, but this caused me to go soft again. I told myself that I had to concentrate and that I needed to cum whether I was hard or not.

Soon I was close again, and as I started to move my hips, fucking his mouth, I suddenly let it go, cumming in his mouth prematurely. I think surprised him because as soon as my cock started jerking and cum shot in his mouth, he stopped stroking my cock. It felt good to cum but almost immediately my cock started to go limp as he continued sucking me.

Disappointedly, he took my now limp cock out of his mouth and said," Is that it?"

I leaned up on my elbow and looking down at him said, "What?"

He quickly replied, "It's okay," and asked if it felt good.

I simply replied, "Yea," and as I watched him got up off the floor, he told me to move to the middle of the bed. I was still nervous but quickly shifted over to the middle of the bed, laying there on my stomach, he had walked to the end of the bed and as he climbed on the bed, behind me, John said, “Go ahead and get on all fours, like a dog.”

As I got on all fours, John moved up behind me on the bed, and asked me to move up toward the head of the bed some more. As I moved up, he inched closer and spread my legs apart with his knees. I was so nervous as he gently started to rub my back, eventually moving his hands down to rub my ass cheeks back and forth.

John then reached above me, and pulled a pillow out from the covers. As he placed it in front of me, he told me to put my head down. I thought he was trying to make me more comfortable, but as I put my head down on the pillow, I felt my ass spread slightly. I was in such a vulnerable position, especially with him behind me, and when he again started rubbing my ass cheeks back and forth, he held them apart and said, “You really look tight," and then said, "you're going to need to relax."

I kept my head down, not wanting to know what he was going to do, but as he moved around a little bit, I heard something that sounded like him flipping open something. As I listened, I sensed it was KY, because I could hear him sloppily smearing it on his cock as he rubbed it.

I was scared, I knew what he was going to do, and when he happened to touched my butthole, I raised up thinking he was trying to put his cock in me. John quickly said, "Relax, it's just my finger."

He told me to put my head down again and as I did, he started to rub lube on my butthole. It felt kind of good and as I relaxed, he gently pushed his finger in my ass. I again pull away slightly as his finger penetrated me. He again said, "Relax," and told me to keep my head down as he continued to finger my ass.

It felt good, but then John whispered, "It’s really tight," and again told me that I would have to really try to relax.

He eventually took his finger out and rubbing my ass cheeks again, he asked if I was doing okay. I simply nodded my head and as he moved closer he asked if I was ready.

When I replied, "Yes," he told me it might hurt a little at first but told me to relax. I nodded my head, he slowly pressed the head of his hard cock against my butthole. It felt okay at first as he slowly trying to push his cock in me, but all of a sudden the pain was excruciating and I quickly rose up and pulled away, causing his cock to slip out.

He immediately said, "What's wrong?"

I told it hurt and pausing he told me, "Ok, you need to really try to relax more,” and continued by saying, “The hurting will stop," but again explained that I needed to relax.

John now told me to tell him when it stopped hurting, so he of course could try again. The pain subsided quickly, but I decided to delay him putting his cock in me as long as possible, hoping he might give up.

After he had asked a couple times if I was ready to try again, he finally had waited long enough. John said, "Ok, let's try again,” as he repositioned himself behind me.

“I need you to really try to relax more this time,” He explained,” especially when I am in you."

I nodded my head in agreement and after he put more lubricate on my hole, he said , “If it starts to hurt, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Again, I agreed and as he tried to push his cock in my ass, I tried to relax, but immediately it hurt, and I told him to stop as I rose up again. He tried to tell me to relax as he held my hips, but it was too much. I tried to pull away, but he told me to stop moving, trying to keep his cock in me. It was too painful, I couldn't do it. I reached back and as I tried to push him to stop, I managed to pull away again, he was visibly pissed him off, and in a frustrated voice said, "Come on, what's wrong now."

I replied, “It hurt.”

John was annoyed and in a huff said, “You have got to try to relax.”

He quickly calmed down, and as he tried to reassure me it would be okay, he again told me to tell him when I was ok. John was worried I might ask to leave, and yes I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t know how to tell him and at this point I realized he wasn't going to stop trying until he got to fuck me.

It didn’t hurt, instead it was more of an aching, and as he now moved closer and told me again to relax, he slowly tried again to push his cock in me. I desperately tried to relax, knowing he wasn’t going to stop trying, but the minute he was in me it started to hurt again. I rose up again, but this time he held me by my hips with both hands this time, not letting me pull away and said, "Stop!"

I again reached back and, tried to push him off, telling him it hurt. He told me, “Okay, I’ll stop but you need to relax.”

He continued to hold me by my hips and after little bit, he said, "If you would just relax, the hurting will go away."

John tried to slowly move his hard cock in and out of me, but it still really hurting and when I asked him to stop, he did but continued to hold me, not letting his cock slip out. I continued to try to wiggle free but he still held me tight and told me to stop.

The pain did subside whenever he would stop but the minute he pushed into me a little the pain would returned. After a little bit, he asked if I was ok. It was still hurting but again I knew he wasn't going to stop until he had cum, so I needed to try to relax and let him finish. I nodded my head and as he started fucking me again, it hurt but I tried to let him fucked me.

Soon his body was slapping against my ass as feverishly fucked my sloppy hole. It continued to hurt, but the pain was more of an ache now, which was tolerable.

John was trying to forceful moving me back and forth, desperately trying to cum in me, which started to make my dick get hard.

He was obviously out of breath and seem to have become frustrated for some reason. He then suddenly stopped, and breathing hard he tried to explain that I need to help too. I didn’t understand but he explained that he needed me to move back and forth with him too.

John then said, "Like this," as he grabbed my hips, and slowly started pushing and pulling me back and forth, and back and forth.

John then said, "That's it, keep going."

I did what he asked and as he fucked me, I tried to get into it too as his body slapped against my ass again. The pain was gone and as it started to feel good, I could tell it obviously felt good for him too. John then reached around me and started to fondle my hard cock he remarking, "Yea, that's it," as he continued to fuck me. He eventually 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 slapped against me.

I wanted him to cum as his strokes became quicker and more deliberate, I tried my best to match his thrusts. It was hard to keep up and then all of a sudden, he pulled me close, pushing his cock deep in me. It hurt and I tried to pull away, but he held me close. I tried to keep moving like he wanted, but out of breath he said, No, don't move!"

He was obviously cumming and as I stopped, I could feel his cock jerking inside me. He was out of breath and as he hunched over me, he slowly started moving his cock in and out of me. He only did this briefly, but then pushed me flat on my stomach and asked if I was okay. When I didn't reply, he slowly lifted off me and pulled his cock out of me saying, "That really felt good.” He gently rubbing my ass cheeks and again asked if I was ok. He had slid off the bed and when I did not say anything, he told me that I should go into the bathroom and clean myself.

As I got off the bed, he told me to go use the bathroom in the hall. Not looking around, I headed toward the bedroom door to go into the hall and as I left, he made sure to tell me to come back when I was finished.

I quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door. I wasn't sure what he meant by cleaning myself, but when I sat on the toilet and wiped my ass, I realized there was something there. As I looked at the toilet paper I could see what I suspected was KY and probably his cum. I panicked a little and tried to push out whatever was inside me. I managed to push out something, and when I stood up, looking in the toilet, I could see some was floating and some had sunk to the bottom. I knew it must have been a mix of KY and his cum, which scared me a little, as I thought to myself, "What had I allowed him to do."

I continued to be scared but knew he was waiting for me to return, I quickly wiped my ass real good, gathering my composure, and went back.

As I entered the bedroom, I didn't see him immediately but as I moved over to the bed, he approached me and gently guided me to sit down. As we bth sat down, John rubbed my back and asked if I was okay. I nodded my head and as he acknowledged me, he quietly told me to get on the bed again.

I was confused, “What did he want to do,” I thought. As he pushed me to get on the bed, I felt powerless, did he wanted to do it again, I didn't want to do it again, what was I going to do? As I got on the bed, he told me to get on all fours and I could feel he was climbing on the bed behind me again.

John again told me to put my head down on the pillow, and as he spread my legs, he dabbed some KY on my butthole, and when he pushed his finger in me again, I knew he wanted to fuck me again..

As he moved closer and told me to relax I thought, "How was he able to get hard so soon after he had cum just a few minutes ago."

I didn't want to do it again and decided I would try to tighten my ass so he couldn't put his cock in me again, but I couldn't stop him. He spread my ass, and as soon as he pressed his hard cock against my hole, it easily slipped into me. “What was I going to do?” I told myself, “I couldn’t let him do it again.”

I now decided that I wouldn't help him. He held me by my hips and as he pushed against me, his cock went deep in me. “Oh my god,” I thought, “he going to fuck me again.”

As he started to fuck me, I didn’t move, but he kept trying. Almost immediately he noticed I wasn't helping and asked what was wrong? I said, “I thought we were only going to do it once.”

He reached around taking hold of my cock and fondling it said, "Come on, I thought you liked it.”

When I didn’t reply he immediately said, “Let’s do it one more time,” but I still didn't say anything.

John nowrealized he would have to force me to do it, and grabbing my hips again he started moving me back and forth, determine to cum again. I continued to not help thinking to myself, "He had told me we would only do it once.”

John continued to forcibly fuck me, thrusting his cock in and out of me desperately trying to cum one more time, but it wasn't working. He became noticeably frustrated that I wasn't helping, because out of breath he suddenly stopped and hastily took his cock out of me and got off the bed.

I thought to myself, "What is he doing now?" but as he walked toward the bathroom, he said, "Go use the bathroom and go ahead and get dressed. He quickly went into the bathroom and when he closed the door, I hurried into the hall bathroom. I sat on the toilet briefly and tried again to push out whatever was in me, cleaned my ass, and hurried back into the bedroom to get dressed.

As I sat there on the bed getting dressed, he came out, and sat by me as I continued to get dressed. He didn't say anything at first, but then told me how nice it was, and asked if I would like to maybe try it again sometime. I was powerless, he was my ride back to the game room and I did not know what to say. We eventually left the apartment and as we drove he suggested that he take me home. I agreed that it was a good idea, I really didn't want to talk to anyone after what just happened.

We didn't talk and I could feel the crack of my ass had become wet and slimy, obviously KY was oozing out as he drove me home. At the time all I could think of was wanting to get home and it wasn’t long before he pulled up front of my house. I quickly got out of the car, hurried inside, and went straight to the bathroom. I immediately tried again to push out whatever was still inside me but only push out a little more KY and cum. At that point, I decided to take a shower as I continued to worry about what had happened. He had given me a blowjob, making me cum in his mouth and 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 me and when I asked him about it, he said let's go for a drive and talk about it. We got in his car and as we drove around he explained that I didn’t hold up my side of the deal. I was confused, I thought the deal was to try it and he’d give me the car. He said that the deal was to sleep with him and that he wanted to do it more than once.

I was confused, I told him that he said he would give me the car if I tried it, but he continued by saying that I did not do my part so the deal was off.

I was in shock but after a paused he said, "Well, if you want to do it again with me, we could consider the deal back on again, but only if we do it again."

I did not 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 could tell I was upset and so we went back to the game room. As I got out of the car he said, "I still do have the car and if you want to try it again, I'll give you the car."

If felt used and ended up stayed away from the game room for a long time, but when I did return, we were friendly, but it seemed that he was still looking for someway to continue the relationship, and maybe in a way, I was too. I was conflicted, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted the car but I wasn’t willing to let him fuck me again.

It was nearing summer break now and he must have thought he would never have the chance to be with me again, but one day he approached me and subtly mentioned that he was moving closer to where I lived. I knew where the apartments were and when he told me to come by sometime, I was nervous, but curious to see if he had the car over there and so I did end up visiting. I still wanting the car, and hoped he might just give it to me.

I never realized that he never did have the car and that he actually used me for sex, and maybe deep down I did enjoy it and wanted to have sex with him again. However, as soon as I entered his apartment, a feeling of uneasiness came over me; I couldn't stay, I just couldn't do it. John tried to convince me to stay for a little bit but I made up an excuse that I had to go. I did go over a few other times, hoping to get up the nerve or that he would persuade me to have sex with him again, but he never did.

The car never materialized and I never again had sex with him, and much later I did try to contact him, but never did find him. For a long time, I continued to worry about diseases, even seeing a doctor to have him check, but luckily I was okay, and I have wanted to try it again, but again these days, it could have deadly consequences.

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