Sometimes when we try new things sexually, we discover that we just don’t care for them. And sometimes, when I write erotica, it doesn’t have a happy ending. These two things came together in the second part of “A Very Uncomfortable Place”, the first part of which I shared last Friday. Here you go:
When I turned back, he was on his side, idly stroking his cock. “That felt nice,” he said. “Ready to return the favor?”
I bit my lip.
“Come on,” he said. “We discussed this.”
“I know… I just…”
He slid the lube across the carpet and it bumped up against my knee. I watched as he unwrapped a condom and rolled it down over his cock.
“Fuck,” I whispered, but imitated what he’d done, squirting lube on my fingers, reaching back, feeling my face flush hot as my fingers poked into my ass, making sure it was as well-lubed as I could. After all, I was about to get something substantially bigger than my fingers stuck up there.
We finally decided the best angle would be for me to be on my side with him behind me. His body was warm and fuzzy against my back and thighs, his cock inside the condom hard and slick. I felt him lift one of my cheeks out of the way, and as I bit my lower lip, I felt the intrusion push its way into me in a slow, gentle thrust that made my gorge rise and my chest shift.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I couldn’t say anything. Words wouldn’t come. All I could do was bite my lip and hold tight to the carpet and let him work his way in and out of my ass, little thrills making my cock jump as he bumped over the spot inside me far outweighed by the discomfort and pain as my sphincter stretched and gripped at him.
No. I definitely wasn’t enjoying it. But I couldn’t stop him. That wouldn’t be fair.
I just gritted my teeth and took it, let him fuck me until he grunted and groaned and his cock jumped in my ass as he flooded the condom, then rolled onto his back, pulling out as he went.
“That was good,” he said, sounding as if he was smiling broadly. But I didn’t look. I just found my clothes and pulled them on, moving gingerly as my stretched, plundered ass clenched its way back to its normal shape. “Can I call you?”
It’s okay not to like things. But it’s important to at least try them. Kudos to this main character for trying; now he knows he doesn’t like getting his ass fucked, and he won’t do it again. At least he didn’t dismiss it outright.