I travel for work a lot, and frequently end-up in small towns. The other night was no different than many such trips. I was laying in my hotel room, naked, having just showered, douched and chatting with a guy on grindr. He said he couldn't come over because he was too far away as he was in Nova Scotia, a Canadian province, so he proposed we get-off by means of phone sex. Now, I'm half Indian and half Portuguese, mid-twenties, (although I look to be about 16), with a swimmer's build. Guys usually tell me I'm pretty cute. I have an average length dick and great butt, and very smooth skin, and I really wanted to get off, but I'm usually pretty careful about any casual encounters as I am neg. Having worked at a several of HIV organizations and in the gay community, I have seen first hand the effect of HIV, and have worked to educate people about the dangers of the virus. I mostly practice safe sex and recommend others to do the same, but the truth is, inside I am a HUGE WHORE. I have always wanted to be poz, but can't bring myself to have risky sex. Now before you think I have NEVER practiced bareback sex, I have to say I have have barebacked with some of my boyfriends and and some close friends, but never with guys I knew to be poz or even guys where I thought the was risk was too high - at least until last night.
In any event, even though I would have liked some one-on-one action, I was okay with the proposal from the guy from Nova Scotia, seeing it as a risk-free opportunity to really release my inner faggot, and, as a verbal person, I was 'up' to phone sex. When the guy and I began chatting, he asked where I was. I told him the name of the hotel where I was staying, and he asked about the view from my window. I told him I was on the top floor, and had a great view, adding I was the last room in the corridor, next to the emergency stairwell, so I wasn't worried about being particularly discrete. Before I knew it I was laying in bed, earbuds in my ear and hands busy stoking and fingering. I had been completely honest, using my real name and talking about what a whore I was. He said he was also in bed jerking off in a cabin many miles north of the city where I was located.
He claimed to be considered hot, an 'older' guy at 32. He sent photos of his jacked body. At 5'8" I am pretty short, and began imagining his 6'2" body on me. He said he had a 9" dick. The pics he sent looked very convincing, and the photo of his face...OMG!! So HOT! It was like office meets rugged outdoor. EXACTLY my type. We chatted more, and moved from foreplay to fucking. I said I wished his dick was raping my ass raw. He stopped and asked "Don't you use condoms?" I replied "I mean, I do, but it's fantasy to fuck bare." He responded "But, if I could make your fantasy real, what would you want?" Without reservation I answered truthfully "I would want your raw cock seeding me, Sir." He asked "Are you sure? You don't know my status...." "I don't care", getting harder at the thought, and then without thinking said, "I really want a poz load." He replied "Good, I am poz." By now I was SUPER HARD. I wanted it SOO bad. He asked what my room number was, a kinda random question, but I answered '1206'. Then he ordered me to "Open the door, fag." I was shocked. I walked to the door, and there he was, exactly like his photos. Perfectly my type. I not-so-reluctantly opened the door. "Wow, this awkward" I said. "Shut up faggot" he said. "Yes sir" I said, going along with it. He ordered me to undress him. He was way hotter in person. He stood in his underwear, and I could see the pre-cum leaking from his dick. "Take it all off." "You know, I only play safe right?" I asked, hoping he would respect my limits. "I know your kind" he replied, adding "You're a bitch. And I am gonna see you."
"No" I said. I walked away from him and he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me towards him. I screamed, and with the other hand he ripped off his pre-cum soaked briefs and shoved them in my mouth. "You wanna be poz, don't you?" "No" I tried to scream, adding "It's just fantasy. I would never willingly do...." Before I could finish he hit me across the face. Blood dripped from my nose. "Talk back and you will regret it cum slut." He bent me over the bed and with a bit of spit, the lube I was fingering myself earlier (thank god) and his precum, he began to work his way up my ass. I was crying, knowing more protest would make it worse. I have a super-tight ass and each inch hurt more and more. The thought of being poz scared me. I was being raped. It was my ultimate fantasy come true. In my head I hated was was happening, but my body loved it. Yeah, it was painful, but yes, but my cock was rock-hard and dripping precum. He slammed all the way in, and I screamed through his underwear. "Sound like you want more." I struggled to fight back, but I was a rag doll in his arms. He tossed me and turned me, and I finally gave-up with exhaustion. He fucked me standing from behind, then kept going when I collapsed over the bed. I held onto the pillow like a teddy. After slamming me for about an hour he shot his load up my ass and collapsed on me. His sweat drenched my body, and then he pulled out. "I am done with you, fag. You're poz now."
He pulled on his pants, and shirt and walked out. I lay there on the bed still hard. I turned over and using the poz cum that dripped from my hole I jerked off, and shot a load. I lay in bed realizing that I had asked for it, and more over I LOVED IT. I had loved being used and raped, and I wanted more. I loved feeling worthless, helpless and scared.
The bad news is that I didn't get poz. I'll keep trying.
*This is my first confession here. As such, I was hoping to ask you for your feedback? Also, it is true, and hoping to share more. Anything you wanna hear about?
**Lastly, anyone into phone sex? I would love to chat more about chasing and converting
