Stripping together

The bathroom seemed very cramped with both of us in there, Tristan quickly slipping out of his clothes and stepping into the generously sized shower. I followed suit feeling quite embarrassed, my shame only growing deeper as I finally looked up and saw Tristan's cock. It wasn't massive but it was much, much bigger than mine. It was thicker, longer and most impressively, much hairier. He must have caught me staring at it as he shook his hips slightly, making it swing.

I looked up and met his gaze and he simply smirked at me as he reached out and cupped my cock and balls with one hand. I froze, my cock instantly growing in his palm, the foreign sensation disturbingly pleasant. His fingertips gently caressed my balls as I stood in stunned silence, my eyes falling back to his own stiffening cock as he turned on the water.

"Touch it." he commanded, and as if working on its own, my hand reached out and gripped his shaft. He felt soft yet hard, and warm and when he twitched between my fingers I felt a flutter of a thrill go through me. I began to stroke him, his girthy member growing rapidly as he turned me away from him. He squirted some shampoo on my back and before I knew what was happening, his hands were on my ass.

I should have stopped him. Should have gotten out then but in the moment I simply froze. Plus, it felt kind of good. His slippery finger circling my tight bud, pressing in gently. When he slid it all the way in I gasped, my body pressing against the glass pane of the shower and yet, I found myself pushing out my butt for him. Spreading and offering myself to him. I suppose it shouldnt have been a surprise when I felt his thick cock pressing into me, his hands gripping my waist as he pushed himself past my ring and slid his fat cock deep inside.

To my shame I only whimpered softly, the powerful emotions and strange sensations rendering me helpless as he began to slide himself in and out of my virgin ass. In no time he was properly fucking me, and I was moaning and whining like a proper girl all the while. The worst part was, it felt good. Really good. I had never had anything inside my ass before but now I wish I had. Tristan was sliding over a nerve or something that felt fucking amazing and I knew I wanted more. Soon I was pushing back into him as he fucked me hard, his wet hips slapping against my bare ass cheeks. When I felt him cum inside me I moaned in unison with him, my own throbbing cock bobbing up and down but not quite reaching climax.

He eventually slipped out of me and slapped me on the ass before leaving the shower. I felt so weird, used, abused and yet somehow hungry for more. He must have seen it in my eyes as he stopped and grinned at me devilishly. "Get on your knees." he barked and I could only comply, the cum in my ass dribbling down my thigh as I crouched and knelt. He the stepped forward and pointed his softening cock at me, the tip flaring before he unleashed a torrent of piss over my face. Once more, to my shame I found myself accepting this treatment, my mouth opening as my hand wrapped around my own aching cock. I was cumming before he finished and I managed to swallow down what I think was most of his piss before he shook off the last drops over me, then began to dry off.

I knelt there for some time, Tristan having long ago left the room, thinking about what had just happened. I had been used, treated like a bitch and fucked like I was a girl. My life would never be the same and yet, as I thought it over I felt myself stiffening again, my cock betraying my deepest desires. It was when I reached back and collected a few traces of Tristan's cum on my fingers as it dripped from my asshole that I knew. Bringing it to my nose to sniff, then my lips to taste, the strange salty sweet flavour tingling on my tongue... it was then that I knew. I was his.