Edit Trigger warning for pushing the boundaries of consent/rough sex below.

A few years ago I had gone to a big electronic music festival with some friends and had an amazing time - until it started raining. The stages closed down early and thousands of people were forced to walk back to the mainland over a bridge all cold and wet. I lost my friends in the shuffle and began my trek cold, wet, and still pretty high from the MDMA I had taken earlier.

As I walked over the bridge I somehow started a conversation with another guy, Jason, who was also making the trek alone. He was about 6’1, handsome, and pretty funny. We hit it off well enough discussing the artists who played earlier in the day and what our plans were for the rest of the evening. He mentioned he had an Airbnb very close by and he was planning on hosting an afterparty with some friends. I liked the sound of that since I was still in a partying mood and didn’t want to travel all the way home in the rain.

We finally get back to the mainland and he hails us a cab out to his Airbnb. He offers me a pair of thin shorts and a t-shirt so I can get out of my drenched clothing and makes us drinks as I change. I return to the living room with the lighting turned down, my favorite artists playing on the vinyl, and fat lines of blow on the table. He said his friends would be over in a while and figured we should get the party going before they arrive.

I sat next to him on the couch and did one of the lines - positively sublime. He asks me if I like it and I tell him it’s the best I’ve ever had. We settle back on the couch and talk music, keeping a respectful distance since I didn’t know if he was actually down to hook up or not. (He was extremely masculine and hadn’t made any moves at all or even flirted with me the entire night. I assumed he was straight and just wanted to keep the party going.) After a while I notice his body posture open towards me, arm extended over the back of the couch just out of reach of my shoulder, and then his bulge. Jason had a big dick barely contained underneath his thin shorts and boy did it look amazing.

It finally clicked in my head that there was no “afterparty” and no friends were going to arrive. This stranger I just met less than an hour ago somehow guessed correctly that I was bi - without ever even flirting with me - and that I’d if he played his cards right he could end his night on a positive note. I immediately panicked in my head, wondering whether or not I was casting my own desires onto him - since I often clock men as gay despite them denying it when asked - thinking if I made a move he might freak out. I was in his apartment, with a dead phone, and he was easily 3 times more muscular than I was.

I weighed my options heavily and decided it was worth the risk. I scooted over more to do another line and when I sat back up I placed my hand on his knee. Apparently this was all that was needed because the next moment my hair was being pulled and his tongue was invading my mouth. I frantically ripped off his shirt to reveal what is to this day the greatest body I’ve ever seen in person. Chiseled chest, perfect abs, and a perfect V pointing directly at his cock. I absolutely had to see it. I stood him up then got on my knees and revealed his gorgeous dick. 7 inches long with a girth that made my mouth water. I immediately got to work and sucked his cock as if it was the only thing that mattered.

Eventually he decided he was tired of using my mouth and bent me over the couch. He ate my ass so well I thought I was going to cum right there on the couch. He worked one finger, then two inside of me; rotating, pulling, and stretching my hole so that I could accommodate his huge dick. When he thought I was ready he threw on a condom, applied a bit of lube, and thrust right into me. The pain and the ecstasy were all I could think of. He slowly started thrusting, picking up speed as he went, his cock working my ass harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

I told him it hurt and maybe we needed to take it slower while applying more lube. He didn’t like that idea very much, growling into my ear “Shut up and take it bitch. Your ass is mine now, you hear?” He pushed my entire body down onto the couch and started pushing himself further and harder inside of me with my head in a chokehold. I murmured for him to stop, but my words were lost over the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, his moans and his talk of owning me whenever I whimpered. After quite some time the pain subsided and all I felt was intense pleasure. I started bucking my hips back into his, begging for his cock to fill me up. He slapped me across the face and pushed it further into the couch cushion, saying that I wasn’t to move or I’d regret it, that this was for his pleasure not mine.

As he pounded away my own cock was dripping a constant stream of cum as he hit my prostate. The sensation of his cock sliding inside of me, the idea that I was just his fuck doll, a slight bit of fear in the back of my mind. It was all too much. I was on the brink of cumming when I moaned out to Jason “Fuck me daddy. Cum inside my ass. I need your cock.” Apparently this set him over the edge and he began erratically thrusting, increasingly desperate with each stroke. He came inside of me as he held his fingers in my mouth and my hair wrapped around his hand. I was so desperate for release I begged him to help me cum. He laughed and said I could jerk myself off to cum, but only while I cleaned off his cock. He removed the condom and held his cock all the way down my throat with his hand behind my head. I gagged and tried to struggle free, but Jason was much bigger and stronger than I was. He told me it’s now or never, if I wanted to cum I had to do it now. I immediately began tugging at my rock hard cock, wanting to cum while this Adonis of a man held total dominion over me. It didn’t take long and I shot my load all over the floor.

He had said later that night that he was “straight” but bi-curious and that he’d never done something like this. Apparently I was his first and he didn’t even know if I would be down for anything when we first met on the bridge, he just took a wild guess. I slept over his apartment and sucked his beautiful dick one last time in the morning before we went out separate ways at the next day of the festival. I went wearing his clothes and a reminder of our time together in the form of a worn out ass. Never told a soul, until today.

I haven’t seen Jason ever since, but I’ll be damned if this memory doesn’t have me leaving precum stains in my pants whenever it arises.