First story EVER! I will continue this series until I feel that I am satisfying.

Lewjin love story

After a day of recording Minecraft Druidz Regrowth 1-6, Lewis couldn't comprehend why Sjin would say sexual jokes in the workplace. Knocking himself down, he scolded himself not to be hopeful. Lewis had a secret which he feared; he loved Sjin. Sjin is his coworker and, as such, he couldn't make things awkward by pointing it out or everything would go south. After saving the recorded content, sending it to the editing staff and getting ready to leave for the day, Sjin stopped him asking if he wanted to go out for a drink.

After knocking back a few drinks in a bar close to Yogtowers, the 2 were intoxicated. Lewis drowned himself in booze for harboring a forbidden love for Sjin and he blanked.

Lewis POV

With my stomach quesy and my head still drowsy and hungover, I laid in bed trying to recall what had happened but it was all a hazy of nothingness. Attempting to get up, I winced in pain, my lower back was sore. Did I sleep funny? I rubbed my lower back, but I didn't feel any article of clothing; I usually sleep in what I get drunk in. I opened my eyes and let the light in, almost automatically I sobered up. I am naked, lying in dirty sheets. What the hell happened?

I looked around, finding myself alone in what appeared to be a hotel room, bearing the pain, I collected my clothes which had been discarded at the door. Immediately, I called the front desk to find any clue as to who I was with. This was to no avail, the management had no recollection of what the other guy looked like but the room had already been paid for.

Collecting my thoughts, I was about to get dressed but a thick, warm residue dribbled down my leg. I shuttering and shivered, I have to get clean! I mildly panicked and ran to the shower. I scrubbed my skin and discovered multiple red and purple spots on my collarbone, chest and neck; love bites and bruised teeth impressions.

"For fucks sake!" I did it again. This is the second time I have found myself raped by this mystery person. I calmed down, it was the same MO, bite marks and signs of rough, hard sex so I guess it's the same guy who did this. Why me?

Although I love Sjin, my unconscious desire for physical love is so strong that I actually ended up sleeping with this person; a stranger. Knowing I have to get everywhere clean, I probed and stretched my hole, feeling the slippery, warm waste dribble from his bottom. Mnn… haa… I finished up and jumped out. Slipping on my t-shirt, trousers and jeans, collected my phone, dropped off the key and checked out.

Checking into YogTowers, I went straight to my small office, locked the door and sat down on my painfully sore behind. Trying to recall the night, I pressed and hit my head on the desk. Like a slap to the face, I remembered that today I had to record the last 7-11 episodes of Druidz Regrowth, thus had to face Sjin, not knowing if he saw me leaving with another guy or maybe it was Sjin? …No, that's not possible.

Reaching for my phone in my back pocket, I pulled it out, knowing it would only make things awkward if I avoid him. I have to pretend like nothing happened, like I don't know anything. I prepped to Facetime Sjin; fixing my disheveled head of hair, calming the nervousness in my heart, straightening the mess in my office, and making sure my cheeks don't turn red. Pressing the call button, my anxiety turns to stiffness and we talk of the day to come.

"Want to put some seeds in my anal-yzer?"

"Mahogany Doors. Mahogany Doors. Mahogany Doors…" –Sjins humor was inviting and made me love his comedic nature even more. His humor makes him more enjoyable to be around and that's why I cant ruin my relationship with him. I have to act causal.

"Where are you? You creepy mother f*cker!" I have to be the serious one, suppressing my feelings but occasionally I get caught up and pretend that Sjin likes me. "Geez Sjin. Not on camera". Its impossible but living this way isn't so bad.

Returning to the same bar, I took a couple Absolut Legspreader shots (Absolut Vodka and Midori), careful not to get entirely wasted. I am going to find the man who has had sex with me, even if it results in the same situation but this time, I am conscious. At this point I don't really care, I want comfort. Hah! This is sad. Getting drunk in a little bar, waiting for a man to take me to a hotel and rape me; what has my life become?

Unexpectedly, someone poked my shoulder, it was Martyn, and I didn't know he drank. Sitting beside me, he ordered a Gin Ricky (gin and lemon juice).

"Hey dude, you okay?" Martyn's voice was awfully high and the gin probably wasn't helping. A about a half hour passed, his words were becoming more slurred and difficult to understand. He was talking something about a pig and kangaroos behind. My stomach was feeling queasy and the alcohol wasn't helping. Telling Martyn I was heading to the restroom, I got up and made my way to the back of the bar.

In the single bathroom, I headed to a stall. From behind, a blindfold was secured over my eyes, pushed me into stall then locked it, hands searched and caressed my body and something was poking my bum. The person's hands way there way down my pants. As I began to protest, one of his hands grasped both of mine and pinned me to the wall. I wanted to yell but the man pressed their mouth onto mine and slipped their tongue in. It wasn't disgusting but it was uncomfortable.

*·. ·´`·. ·•Sex Time•·. ·´`·.·*

Grasping my length, he stroked it moderately slow, speeding up as I pulled from the kiss.

"uhm...nn…haa… Ahh!" I released. My excitement couldn't be restrained, he knew every inch of my body. Having released in his hand, he pulled my pants and trousers down and used my cum on my hole. Pressing his fingers against my hole teasingly, he thrust a finger in, pulling in and out. Adding another finger, I bit my lip. He used his fingers to stretch me open. Close to climaxing, he pulled his fingers out. For a minute, he didn't do anything. He was waited. Waiting for me to beg.

"P-Please… put your… big thing into my hole…" This had happened before. I knew the words he wanted, the words of consent. Suddenly without hesitation, he impaled me with his dick. Having no mercy, he released my hands and stuck a few fingers into my mouth. Flicking and rubbing my tongue with the same rhythm as his thrusts. I sucked on his fingers. His rhythm slowed and without either of us cumming, he pulled out. I gasped, wanting to release. Needing it.

"Nhh... More… please… more". He shoved his fingers into my hole and then ensued with his dick. His fingers played inside, rubbing my canal, making squishy sounds while he pulled out and pushed himself into me. Close to the edge, I became louder and my partner muffled grunts until I release over the toilet and he plunged deep and released inside of me and pulled out.

Going limp and dazed on the toilet, the lock on the stall released, the blindfold over my eyes was pulled but the light flooded in too fast, the face of my assailant was unrecognizable. He left, I pulled myself up slowly, wiped the drool from my mouth and looked upon my naked form. I looked like a slut. Laughing to myself, I dressed myself and straightened my hair.

Upon returning to the bar, Martyn was still there. "You feel better now?"

I shivered, feeling my assaulter's liquid dribble out of my arse.

"No… I have to go now.'