Hello:)
This is a continuation from where I had left off on my last account. It would be a good idea to start from the beginning if you're here for the first time. It is about my transition, from a small-town boy to experiencing everything I had wanted to be.
It was around 2 AM in the morning. The drunken crowd outside had died away. It was quieter now. The cars had stopped rushing by. Most people had gone back to bed. Their alcohol fuelled madness had ended. I laid awake, motionless. The bed was worn out. The springs were creaking under my breathing. My head was splitting with pain. The alcohol was wearing off. My system was coming back to normal. I was beginning to see clearly. My eyes squinted in the darkness of the room. Apart from shadows from an eerie green lamp playing on the drapes covering the window, the room was still.
I was in the pub district in the city. I was in a hotel, or to be more exact, a motel. I didn't need to be sober to figure that one out. It smelled like one. Hotels have a typical smell when you walk into a room, at least the cheaper ones do. Another important fact was that I was naked. I was between two men whose faces were dark shadows and who's names I never asked. One of them had his hairy forearm draped across my chest. The end of his index finger rested just over my left nipple. The room was chilled and my nipples had gone hard. I was cold. I needed to get up.
I gently lifted his arm off me and set it to rest on his side. I could see his flaccid cock at rest on his thighs. It was covered in bushy hair, so was his whole body. His cock was magnificent. It was thick and long; unlike the ones I've had the pleasure of serving. And it was staring at me. Waiting for me to make a move, teasing me to come grab it. I was almost tempted. I was already licking my lips in anticipation. But I snapped out of it. I didn't want to wake the men up. I was already tired, dirty and in need of a long washdown. I could feel dried cum all over my body. Carefully, without making the bed creak too much, I got off it and sat myself down at the edge. My muscles were tired. My ass felt tender. My hole was aching. Which means, I'd had quite a few spanks that night and a few rides too.
I went to the single window in the corner of the room and pushed open the drapes. There was a line of parked cars two floor down. The road was covered in dust, filth and empty bottles. The pubs were all closed. There were only the neon lights that were still bright, cutting through the darkness. I was now leaning out of the window, feeling the warmth in the air. It had been a hot, sweaty month, and the nights had been quite warm, which was quite a surprise. Bangalore has always been known for its mild weather and cool drizzles every evening.
I pulled out a cigarette, letting it hang idle between my lips for a second before lighting it. The first drag hit me a little. I had my eyes closed and a car rushed by. Someone was in a hurry. I was halfway through my cigarette when the bed began creaking again. One, or both the men had stirred from their sleep.
Rightly so, 'You don't want to dress back up, do you?' hollered one of the men. I didn't respond.
The next sentence came from right behind me,' If anybody had a body like you, they wouldn't wanna cover up too'.
I felt a wet finger run down between my exposed ass crack and gave a shudder. The wetness in his finger was ticklish. My hole was pulsing. He enjoyed teasing me. I was being humiliated, owned by this man standing right behind me. It was as if he wanted me to know that this was my place in the world. Bent over, with my ass open for men to use and discard, not caring who puts their cock inside. I was enjoying every second of it. I moaned out my approval every time his finger passed over my hole.
The man then began to try and insert his finger inside. And it went in easily. I could feel his meaty member trying to push through my weak wall of resistance. A minute later, another finger found its way inside me and was fucking me. It went back and forth fast and I was trembling. I had dropped my cigarette onto the cars down below and it splashed its guts out, lighting the darkness for a split second.
His other hand me pinned down on the window sill on my belly, my head was arched back in pleasure, my lips were pursed. I felt him go faster. I felt him go deeper. Unable to control, I let out a moan that resonated across the empty streets. My hips were stuck to the window sill, I could feel the vibrations getting transferred into the wall.
And I came.
I felt the wetness between my legs. I felt it dribbling down my thighs, down my knees down to my ankle. He had stopped. I felt him put his hands on my butt and spread them wide. I felt his warm, pulsing member touch my hole. I felt the head poking itself into me. He stretched me wide, making me cry out. My hole was dry, his cock was covered in precum and his head was now buried inside me. A few minutes of pushing and pulling and I could feel his groin push against my ass. He was comfortably holding my hips. His cock was snugly inside my ass. His pubic hair felt ticklish. And I was open to the world like I wanted to be. I was a slut and I did not bother about the world knowing it. I felt powerful knowing where I was and who I'd become. Lots of people go about life not knowing who they are. And at that moment, I did.
He began pounding. No warning, no enjoying the moment, he began fucking me. Hard. Fast. He was going in and out like a piston. I did not have time to moan. I was crying out loud. The streets were empty. So was my mind. All I could feel was the cock deep inside me. He fucked mercilessly. I begged him to keep fucking. I begged to be his whore. I begged to be the slut he wanted me to be. And finally, I was begging him to give it to me.
And he slowed down. His breathing became intense. His cock began pulsing. He pushed one last time till I was wedged between him and the window sill and my stomach hurt. And he began cumming. I felt him exhale. I felt him moan with every load he shot into me. I felt the wetness in my ass, I felt it trickle down.
