Alone in the house for mostof the day, a dress in his hands.His hands shook a bit as he loosened the towel and let it drop to thefloor. He kicked it a...ay and removed the dress from the hanger.He pulled the dress over his head and struggled a bit getting the strapsinto the correct position relative to his head and arms. He tugged thedress down until the stringy straps bit into his shoulders. The elasticaround his chest was snug but not too tight.He looked at himself in the mirror. A problem was. Sure, I had wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy but never imagined that I would act on those fantasies. He broke my trance with his sharp tone. “Or you can simply fail and all of you time will have been wasted.” So I was trapped. I tried stalling by sipping more scotch to calm my nerves. Inside my chest I could feel my heart pounding. He patted the seat cushion next to him. I sat down but with as much space as I could muster between us. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re not. . I felt a hand grab my ass cheek, and a man's voice say "nice ass"! I honestly did not know what to do, when I noticed it was the guy at the other urinal, that had done the groping and said the comment! I had NEVER had a same sex encounter, but I knew Key West had a large local population of gays and bi men and women.Being more than a little tipsy, and not really knowing what to say, (to be nice or tell him to fuck off) I toyed with him and said the first thing that came to my inebriated mind.. With every stroke he tried to cram more of his cock into me. He pushed deeper and deeper, stretching me a little more each time. It was like he was reaming me out deeper and wider, turning me into a proper receptacle for his big cock. I felt like hot metal on a blacksmith's anvil as he pounded away, reforming me to better suit his needs.He held his chest off me by bracing himself stiff-armed on the bed. I would not have minded if he laid his full weight on me, and I started to try to pull him.