He still had my arm twisted up my back but i felt him back his penis off. I felt a splatter on my tailbone and then another just to the top of my butt crack. At first i felt sick as i thought he might have ejaculated, but as i felt another big drop of liquid hit my bottom and run down across my ass hole i realise he was spitting. He pushed his penis back up to my hole and this time i felt him open me up with a sharp sting. I immediately felt the need to push and managed to jerk enough to get him out of me. The sting from him entering me was way worse than the pain in my arm from him detaining me. My butt cheeks were closed for business and my subconscious mind was overriding any conscious thought I may have had to relax and allow him another attempt.
He kept telling me to relax and assured me it would only take a minute. My arm was going numb and a needed him to stop kneeling on the back of my legs. I pushed out my bottom for him and felt the spittle roll down to my ass hole once again. He pushed several times trying to penetrate me and once i relaxed he slid into me with not much pain. He paused for a moment and slowly thrust in and out in shallow strokes. I thought to myself with just a bit more lubrication the sensation would be quite comfortable.
Finally he let my arm go. The relief was so intense I hardly noticed that he had both of his hands on my hips and was now thrusting away. I asked him to get off my legs and he obliged. I put my head back down on the towel for comfort and took in the aroma of cedar as he pulsated behind me. I felt his body heave and he pulled my hips tight towards him as he pushed in as deep as possible. His whole body tensed and he let out a moan and i felt his whole body relax.
The phone rang again and he stood up and answered it. I heard him say he was on his way and he left the change room. I sat for a few minutes digesting what just happened. When i saw he wasn’t in the change room anymore I got dressed and went back to my family.
Its wasn’t until a few days later I got angry. How the hell can a 200 pound guy get into this sort of predicament. I felt angry that I satisfied him. I didn’t owe him any pleasure. Who was he to put something into me? I felt i could have fought harder or could have stopped him. For the following weeks his safety was in danger, because if i had of seen him outside when i had the control i would have badly hurt him.