Curiosity 4

I stayed lying face down on the bed in that hotel room, my face buried in the pillow, breathing hard. My ass was throbbing. I could feel his hot semen still slowly leaking out of me, running over my balls and staining the sheets. I was open, sensitive, swollen. Every small movement reminded me of the enormity of that 23 cm cock that had just fucked me mercilessly.

I couldn’t believe what I had done. Me, a 26-year-old straight guy, had just let a very hairy guy from Madrid stretch me with his tongue and put his whole thick dick inside me. And the worst part… or the best part… was that I had cum like crazy from the second thrust. Without touching myself. Just from the pressure and friction of that huge cock against my prostate. I could still feel the spasms running through my body.

I slowly turned over and sat on the edge of the bed. A thick strand of semen escaped from my anus and fell onto the sheet. I touched it with my fingers. It was warm, thick. I carefully put a finger inside myself and felt the walls of my ass still open, soft, lubricated by his load. I moaned softly. It was a strange sensation: sore but deeply pleasurable. As if my body still wanted more.

I got up and went to the bathroom mirror. I turned around and spread my cheeks. My anus was red, visibly open, with semen glistening around the edges. Seeing it made me horny again. How was that possible? I had always considered myself completely straight. Girlfriends, hookups, normal sex… and now I was here, looking at how a hairy guy had wrecked my ass and filled me with cum.

I got into the shower. The hot water fell over my back as I soaped myself. When my hand passed over my anus, I let out a moan. It was hypersensitive. Any touch reminded me of his hard thrusts, the sound of his hairy pelvis slapping against me, his beard scraping my buttocks while he ate my ass hungrily. I remembered how his thick tongue stretched me, how he pushed to get inside, how the head of his cock opened me suddenly.

I came again in the shower, just touching my anus and remembering the second thrust. It was softer than the previous ones, but just as intense. I rested my forehead against the tiles and let the water wash away his semen and my own cum.

When I got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. The room smelled of sex: sweat, lubricant, semen. I closed my eyes and went over everything that had happened.

Ever since I started with my fingers in the shower, I knew this could happen. That first brutal orgasm with two fingers was the doorway. Each time I wanted more depth, more thickness, more intensity. Talking on the app only fed the fantasy. Seeing his photo, that 23 cm cock and that hairy body, had driven me wild. Offering him the room was the point of no return.

And now that it had happened… what did I feel?

Shame, yes. Shame at having let a stranger fuck me without saying a single word. Shame at having cum so f...