I couldn’t believe what was happening. He put pressure down with his thumb and I felt the pressure building on my asshole. It was like he was trying to squeeze it in sideways. With all the lotion, however, I could offer no resistance and it wasn’t long before I felt him slowly squeezing past my threshold as his finger had just moments ago. This was much bigger than his finger though. I felt myself stretch around the fat bulb of his cockhead. When I thought I couldn’t be stretched any further he resposition himself. His cock was now perpendicular to me, pointing towards his target. Then he did it.
The time for fuck fuck games was over. The teasing, the humiliation, was yesterdays problem. “No, please don’t,” I was terrified now. He began to lean forward. Then, all at once he just fell on to me, his cock pushed in balls deep and his weight pushed me harder into the wall. “Don’t,” I started again, but I betrayed myself. “…stop,” I said in a sort of moan. He laughed at me. He wasted no time allowing me to get used to it as he started to fuck me. His hand had moved from my arm to the wall in front of me as his other arm reached around my waist. The force of his thrusts and his momentum had me banging the side of my head into the cold tile wall.
It didn’t take long. He fucked me furiously for about 3 minutes before he started to grunt. He pulled my hips into his and pushed in as deep as he could. He let out a gutteral groan and I felt it. One shot. God it felt like a lot. He grunted again. I felt the second jet. Another groan as he shot again. I felt 4 shots inside me and what felt like 10 ounces of semen. He held it there for about 5 seconds after he finished.
Then all at once, he pulled out, turned and walked away. I stood there, in the position he left me in, for several seconds trying to regain my composure. I could feel his cum spilling out of me and running down my leg. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I sat down on the toilet, lost in my thoughts, reliving what had happened just minutes ago. I sat there for about an hour. Ashamed, I cried. I was just raped. He made me help him do it. I didn’t think it would be like this. I hated him, and I hated myself. I cried as I drove home that night.
For the next couple of months I found myself often unable to sleep and I would cry often. I was humiliated. I was taken advantage of. I was so disgusted. It was the worst experience of my life. That’s why I can’t understand why I found myself driving back to that lonely truck stop.