Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 15:03:32 -0600
From: Ross <rossvirock@gmail.com>
Subject: Solo Vacation (part 1)

	I knew what Island House was going to be, sort of a clothing
optional resort with a little bathhouse element to it. For my first
vacation by myself I thought I would give it a shot and see if I would be
brave enough to participate in the possible goings on. I arrived on
Saturday December 13th and got a quick tour and went to my room. I spent a
few days wanting to get naked and wander around to see what would happen,
especially in the "video room" with 24-hour porn and a sling table! I hoped
that I could cut loose and have a little fun I do not have in Dallas. I am
43, 5'8", 210lbs; a pretty average white guy but I have very nice muscular
legs and butt though it seems a toss up which men recall more, my muscled
lower body or my long hair.

This happened on day two of my eight-day trip on a Sunday night.

	I had a cheap room; the cheapest one could get with a private
bathroom. I am a bottom and sharing a bathroom and cleaning out for fucking
was not going to happen! It was good because I was right on the main path
of traffic between the main entrance and the pool/bar area. Everyone would
need to walk past my room and I might see something I like. I had spent the
day being good and sightseeing around Key West but I came back to my room,
cleaned up and was ready to get fucked. Lying naked across my bed watching
a movie on my MacBook and "forgetting" to close my blinds got me some
attention but not any offers unfortunately. Late in the evening I was ready
to call it a night and then I heard a tap on my window....

	In his fifties, six feet tall, athletic, British transplant to Key
West and looking to get off, I knew all this in the first minute I met him
at my door and invited him in. He was rough, really rough, with me. He
pulled his cock out and told me to suck it. He pulled my hair tight to get
a good grip on me as he forced me to take him to the base. I would gag and
slobber all over his balls and my chest. He would yank my head back and ask
me if I wanted his cock. I had to beg for it. He would hammer the back of
my throat and yank me off and slap me with it. I have never been able to
shake my gag reflex and a nine-inch cock was doing me no favors in that
respect. He loved to make me gag hard and slobber all over myself.

	He pulled my hair roughly and asked me if I had a condom. I barely
gave it to him and he was already had me face down on the bed and
balls-deep in my ass hammering me hard. It hurt. My hair pulled back, this
cock hitting my insides hard with no regard for my pleasure, and him
slapping my ass... I loved it! He yanked me up and twisted me around and
threw me down on my back, I barely got my legs up and he was pounding me
hard again. The pain was intense but the sleazy way he was using me had me
hard. Then the nipple torture began.

	While he was fucking me with all his might on my back, he started
pinching my nipples with the force of a vice grip. Already moaning like a
bitch in heat he had me yowling in pain as well. He took special pleasure
in this. He crawled onto the bed to keep his cock in me while his mouth, or
should I say his teeth, went to work on my nipples. I was protesting and
trying to shake him off me as the pain in my nipples had me all but forget
he was still fucking me. He held my arms over my head and laughed at my
pain. He stopped fucking me and because the marathon of nipple torture the
likes I have never endured in my life. By the time I finally got him to
stop, my nipples were erect, swollen, red, burning, and in excruciating
pain. It hurt just to feel his body heat close to them, even when not
actually touching them. We had been at it for over five hours, loudly so I
know the whole resort knew, and it was nearly 7am. He had to get back home.

	He gave me his number and I gave him mine but we never met again
while I was there.