I have a big game tomorrow." He said coldly.Fine I thought. I will get him later. I crawled under the covers with him and just waited for him to go ba...ck to sleep. He stood with his back facing me and I waited to hear his breathing grow into a snore. When I knew he was in deep sleep, I went into action.He was wearing nothing but his boxers, so I was in luck. I went to go get the hand-cuffs that my "best friend" got me to use on I don't know what. But they were sure coming in handy right now. I. Turns out that throwing eggs at the coach's house because, "You don't like being told what to do", isn't a good enough reason, and will get you suspended from the girl's basketball team for a few games. But that's Rachel. She's never been one to follow the rules, even the rules she agreed to participate by. I first noticed that Rachel was a girl when we were still young. It might sound strange that when you're a kid you don't realize the person you're sharing a bath with has different bits than. It hit me hard in that moment, the reality of the situation I had put myself in: in a hotel room letting a stranger fuck me, praising my ass and I could barely stand being in the room with him, let alone fuck me, but here he was making me harder than I'd been in my life, which was its' own kind of delicious shame. I was doing it, my virginity now lost not at all how I'd imagined it, and instead to some horny k** off Craigslist in a hotel, each fuck making my guts twist in ways they never had. Before I knew it, he was deep inside and he let out a breath of his own. I looked down and could see his feet beside mine and he reached out and turned off the shower over our heads. "You ready little buddy?" I remember him saying, I I tried to adjust my stance, but he started moving. In and out, out and in, like a freight train, he picked up speed the slap-slap-slap of our bodies began to echo off the shower room walls. He may have been old, but he seemed to have stamina, and I remember.