I was straight, but that quickly changed once he arrived at the Halloween party. He was mysterious but captivating. Broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline and a tight black shirt that accentuated his muscles. How could I resist? I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me. The humiliation made my blood boil. I couldn't let him disrespect me like that. Yet, nothing prepared me for what would happen next. I never thought I'd see him touching himself and sweat dripping down his flushed cheeks once I opened the door. I just couldn't understand. Why was I even more turned on when he pinned me against the wall? Or when his face was inches away from mine? And why did he smell so nice? Was he even real? I needed time alone, but I never thought he'd follow me. Or that he'd tease me and kiss me under the full moon. But that was not enough. Not for me, and not for us. We both needed more. Now, he's about to turn my world upside down, and I'll do anything for the relief we both need. Even if that means bending and begging. I'll do it all for him. I want him to be the first man to have me from behind.