Okay, yeah I was raped actually. I don't really know why I'm not really afraid to talk about it...but I'm not. I was at an adult bookstore when I was 18 and had already dove into oral sex quite heavily, but hadn't ever done anal. Since it was a bookstore/arcade, you could go into this area and use tokens to watch movies which often lead to having anonymous sex most times. I would hang out there and cruise to find some horny guy with a cock that needed sucking.

(excuse me in advance if this starts to sound like an erotic story...that's just how my mind writes things of this nature since I write erotic fiction. This actually happened, it's not a story)

I saw a guy who was stroking his thick hardon and got my attention. At first it was mutual: I was into him and he was into me. Until he asked to fuck me. I said no because I was a virgin...he kept pressing the issue but I would decline. When I'd had enough I got up off my knees (I was blowing him) and then he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cubicle. After a second I felt him try to force his head into me and then succeded with fucking the shit out of my virgin hole. It hurt like hell, tears were flowing down my face and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Thankfully he was done in about ten pumps and pulled out. He threw some tissue at me, told me to clean myself up and then thanked me for my cherry.

I didn't really know what to do, so I used the bathroom to clean myself up and left. I didn't tell the clerks what happened because they'd probably have me arrested for having sex in the booth and ignore my distress. The next day I went to the clinic and got an aids test which proved negative. I was exstatic that nothing dangerous happened to me, but blamed myself for the predicament. The sting of it has gone away four years later (thankfully) but I still think of it as one of my worst life moments.