Thats where I met the guy who raped me

This isn't a stereotype. I wasn't drunk or stoned, wasn't part of some kinda strange hazing ritual; I wasn't in prison.

Admittedly I was bi curious...meaning I wondered what it would be like to have another guy get me off.

But I'd never really had the nerve to do anything about it in real life, I did go to a couple of net chats about it.

Thats where I met the guy who raped me, we cybered first and it was very exciting. We knew we were both at the same university, and so we agreed to meet to try it real time.

It was stupid, but hey I'm a man right. I can take care of myself. I wasn't afraid even when he wanted to meet in a cheesy off campus hotel. I'm a pretty big guy 5' 11'' and around a hundred and sixty pounds, played football in high school. I wasn't a star athlete or anything, but thought of myself as a tough guy.

We meet in the hotel parking lot, and go to the room; he's already rented it. Once we're inside I sit on the edge of the bed, and asked what he wants to do first. I'm expecting he's going to be like in the chat and want to jerk me off or go down on me.

But he said, why don't we just strip down; and see what happens. So we do, and I'm impressed with him at once. He doesn't look to intimidating in his clothes, but naked; I can see he's very muscular. And covered in crude black ink tattoos, he's hard already, and he's really big!

But now I'm naked and laying on the bed, he walks over to the edge of the bed. And orders me to roll over on to my belly, I remind him that we agreed no anal stuff. Suddenly he's jumping on me, twisting my arm behind my back. I'm shocked...stunned I can't believe this is happening to ME! He's bigger and much strong than me, and he's got my arm in some kind of arm lock.

I struggle it hurts, hurts really bad like he's breaking it or ripping it out of joint. There was nothing I could do. I wanted to scream, but he pushed my face into the pillows and mattress.

He penetrated me anally then, my aroused manhood quickly when flacid. He raped me grunting all kinds of insults and racial slurs into my ear as he did so (I am African American.

After he had finished he held me down, and played with my soft manhood; until I stiffened then orgasmed. "There now you got yours fag." Was all he said then he got up and went to take a shower, I lay there on the bed in a puddle of my own orgasmic fluid for awhile.

Too stunned at what had just happened too move, as I heard him shut off the water I quickly got dressed and left. He later emailed me a couple of times, talking like everything that had happened was what we'd both fantasized about and wanting to get togather again.

I changed my email address after that.