Boy (Ryan)

I never new the guy I would end up dating wasn't straight. He had a deep voice and played football; he was the last person I would have assumed was gay. When he asked me out, I didn't understand he meant romantically, and showed up assuming we were just hanging out. Dating him was amazing; I had never been topped by anyone before him, and I loved feeling his cock tease my shaved asshole before he would bury his thick warm erection in my ass. Each time he fucked me I felt like my guts were being rearranged. After a few months, though, he started acting aloof. He stopped kissing me whenever I saw him, stop smiling at me from across the room, and stopped suggesting romantic dates. Each time we fucked it seems he was getting more rough and aggressive. I like a little ****, don't get me wrong, but he stated to scare me. I'm shorter (around 5'10") and less heavy. I felt like, if I had to, there would be nothing I could do to stop him from trying to hurt me. Little did I know, I should have been a lot more scared.