I had to hide the bruises on my neck and chest, and stopped dating and hanging out with my friends. We met at the Concordia Hotel about once a week, at least once every two weeks. He sprayed my anus with a spray, he wiped his fingers around and he went down on me and ate me for a long time. It was ok with me, it took him a long time before he had to cum. He said he had this cream that held him back from cumming and he hoped I was in agreement. He did slide in, and it did feel good, we started on my back, but changed over to doggie style and then flat on my stomach. He told me to hold my ankles and he took this lube and lathered my hole and lathered his dick and told me that he would slide in like it was meant to be and he was sure I would enjoy it. He laid me on my back and got between my legs and pushed my legs up over my head and he kissed and ate my anus. I rode my bike into town, it took me an hour but when I knocked on the door the man was there and the first thing he did was kiss me and ask me to take off my clothes, He undressed while I undressed, he turned down the bed and got a towel out of the bathroom and started to suck my dick. He asked me if I new about the Concordia Hotel, I could go in the back door and up the stairs and he would give me a room, call him back in 20 minutes. He asked how I was and he told me he really wanted to see me again, but we would meet in a more secluded place. I spent the day drifting in and out of awareness, In school I was completely absorbed with had happened, and when I got home my mother was out and I called him. In the morning I had two big red marks on my neck, I looked like a girl after the prom. He didn't let me go without one last long French kiss telling me I was the best thing that had happened to him that day. He let me get my pants up and told me to call this number and he would be waiting for me whenever and wherever I wanted to meet up. I had lost track of time, when he pulled out and I started to come to I got worried that the store would be closed. I went into a trance, feeling his dick, as he penetrated and he was soon fucking me in and out in a rhythm. He had me put my hands on the wall he spit into his fingers and rubbed his fingers across my anus and then he spit hard and pushed his finger in my anus before pushing his dick in me. He got my pants down to my knees and he told me it was going to feel real good, he promised. i was hard by then and he reached down and sucked it for a minute and then went back to massaging my dick and kissing me on the face and neck. He was kissing my neck while he worked on my pants and and he got my dick out and held it in his hand. The more he kissed me the less I tried to stop him and he settled into a long French kiss with one arm around my neck and the other grabbing my dick in my pants. He started kissing me, I moved my face aside and he grabbed it with his hand and he started to kiss my lips. He told me he was going to kiss me and I was going to enjoy it, he could tell. We got between the dumpsters and he told he wanted to kiss. He took me by the arm and walked me back into the alley between the buildings. How about me? Did I like dick, I looked like I would like dick, and he grabbed me by the dick and he told me he wanted to kiss me. He told me he liked it very much, he told me it was his hobby and every once in a while he needed a thick dick in his ass.
He stopped me and forced me to talk asking me if I liked what I saw. When I exited the garage the man was waiting, leaning against the wall. I was scared and backed up and went up the stairs back to the roof and waited for the elevator. When he did he looked up and he caught my eye. The whole thing lasted about 5 minutes, the suited man gave some money to the other man. I stood above them, looking down and the laborer got behind the man in the suit and slowly inserted his dick in him. I parked on the roof and had to walk down the four flights and I came across two men, one was in a suit with his pants down and the other looked like a laborer. I borrowed her car and drove to town (it was already heavy traffic) and I had to park a couple of blocks away in a small garage, with only one elevator, so I took the stairs. My mother sent me downtown to this specialty store to pick up an order for her. When I was still living at home I was asked often to run errands.