I woke up and rolled over to blearily glance at the alarm clock. It told me it was 9:41 – so today must be Saturday or Sunday – otherwise I’d be up and out at work by now. Well, I hoped that was the case!
I rolled back and came face to face with an elfin female face, sleeping contentedly on the pillow, a happy smile playing on her countenance. And it started coming back to me……
Oh God yes – I’d finally invited my new girlfriend to stay the night – with thoughts of getting her to come and live with me one day – and here she was!
My wandering eyes also took in two part empty glasses – oh yes, we’d downed more than a few last night too, hadn’t we?
My gaze fell back to Casey, still blissfully asleep with her upper body partially uncovered. My eyes almost naturally dropped to her breasts, plump and firm and nicely bronzed and tipped with her little brown nipples. I remembered sucking on them last night; running my hands over her warm invitingly soft flesh as I filled my hands with her breasts.
I remembered working my way down her body, kissing her between her quivering breasts in the valley where I’d hopefully slide my rampant cock, sliding further down to poke my tongue into her navel and twiddle her little gold belly bar with my lips.
I remembered working my way further down, my hands now leaving her breasts to caress the smooth, sleek flesh of her waist and hips. I remembered her wiry patch of trimmed pubic hair tickling my chin before I lowered my mouth into the forest and onto her clitoris.
She tasted so sweet, so erotically sexy, so desirable – I couldn’t help but work my tongue between her hot lips to explore the source of her delicious fluids.
I remember Casey’s body jerking violently as I sucked at her pussy, licking up her copious lubrication before slithering upwards and back to her clitoris – her little penis. And I don’t say that lightly, because actually her clitoris was huge – when erect, as it was then, it must have been over an inch long – and truthfully, I just loved to suck on it!
I sank my mouth over her mini-erection and sucked away, my tongue sliding and dancing over the tumescent flesh while beneath me her whole body seemed to be in motion – waves of excitement were rippling through her as I brought her towards her climax.
Then Casey was crying out, groaning and gasping in ecstasy as her orgasm peaked – her hips thrusting her pussy hard at my mouth as I continued to stimulate her until she could take no more.
For a little while all was quiet, except for Casey’s breathing – well, panting, as she came back to earth. I raised my mouth from her sex, the taste of her orgasm strong in my mouth – strong but delicious and I looked down at her exposed cunt.
Her lips were splayed apart and her little forest was shiny with sprayed dampness from her frantic climax – and above it all, her lovely clitoris still stood as if awaiting more action.
And there was definitely more to come – my rampant nine inch erection was drooling with desire and eagerness to sink itself into her hot hole and it wasn’t long before he was poised to do just that.
Once I too had recovered I leaned forward over Casey’s sun-tanned body and lowered my cock towards her pussy. I felt her hips come up to greet me – to welcome me into her body and moments later we connected. A slight adjustment and my penis was seated in the slot, sliding up and down to gather some additional lubrication before beginning the act of penetration.
Some more adjustments and he was there, pushing into her hot slippery flesh like a knife into butter – sliding, sliding, deeper and deeper – his descent only brought to a halt as my pubes met hers.
I stopped – holding still while Casey’s vagina got used to my length but soon impatience overtook me and I began to thrust. Slowly at first; small strokes to excite her G-spot then longer deeper strokes to excite my penis and soon we were rutting – our bodies slapping together, our breaths now coming in faster, our scents rising from us in waves of sexual excitement.
Faster and harder we fucked, on and on, until excitedly we both cried out as our bodies climaxed – Casey’s once again shuddering and shaking all over, while my body just stiffened and thrust – pumping cascades of scalding hot cum from my straining penis to fill and overfill her grasping, squeezing vagina.
As we wound down and our actions eased off, I could feel our juices all around her pussy; her excited slippery fluids and my hot sticky overflowing cum combining to create a wet, highly-aromatic swamp where our sex organs met.
Gradually I eased my cock from her hole, a gush of whitish bodily fluids slowly flowing from her vagina as I departed. Gradually her hole closed, my cock deflated and Casey’s body stopped quivering. We were both still panting steadily as we now reclined side by side on the bed in post-cotial relaxation mode and we were content. That had been a good quick fuck – a short solid sex session that had satisfied us both.
I remember getting up to have a pee and Casey doing the same and then we just crashed out; sleeping the sleep of the just-after, until morning had woken me. Well, actually I needed another pee anyway, so I got up.
When I came back, my bladder now empty, Casey had woken too and with a quick smile she too had headed to the toilet.
“Fancy a shower?” I asked as she rejoined me.
“No – not right now,” she said, “I’ll get my hair all wet.”
“Ok then – but I’m going to have one,” I said, preferring to feel and smell fresh, “Won’t be long.”
And I was quick – just a good once over, a shave and a tooth wash and I was back, feeling much better. Casey had collapsed back into bed once more.
“Come on then, sleepyhead,” I said, lightly slapping her bottom, “Come and have some breakfast.”
“Nah – it’s alright – I don’t eat breakfast,” she said, “Ill stay here for a bit longer.”
“Fine, fine – I’ll leave you to it,” I said feeling a bit peeved as I pulled my shorts and a t-shirt on and headed down to the kitchen. Soon I had some fruit juice, some cereal and some toast inside me and I was ready to face the world.
A quick half an hour run around the area each morning got me going and kept me fit and now I felt I needed to be up and away – when Casey appeared, still looking half asleep.
“I’m just off out for a run – don’t suppose you fancy coming, do you?” I asked, not really expecting a positive answer…..and I didn’t get one either!
“No way!” said Casey, “I don’t like running anyway. Don’t fancy that at all.”
“No problem – hey, just make yourself at home – I’ll be about half an hour,” I said as Casey headed towards the lounge. She didn’t reply, so I just opened the door, shut it behind me and started out.
Steadily I jogged along, not rushing, just keeping up my usual pace – and that gave me time to think.
‘Was I doing the right thing with Casey?’ I wondered, ‘She’s nice enough, but already we’ve found several differences in our lifestyles. Will that matter?’
I jogged on and on, my mind elsewhere.
‘I wonder what else she doesn’t like,’ I thought, ‘Oh well, we’ll soon find out.’
Interrupted only by the occasional dog-walker and other morning people I was home pretty well ‘on time’, having had what I always felt was a good beneficial bit of work-out. I did a few cooling-down exercises before I went indoors.
The sound of the TV alerted me to where Casey would presumably be – and there she was, glued to some vapid and banal show, the theme of which escaped me. I found myself taking a deep breath and then blowing out a long exhale before I spoke to her.
“You going to sit and watch that all day?” I asked, perhaps a bit sharply.
“Why not,” she said, not looking at me, her eyes still locked on the TV, “Why – what else is there to do?”
“What would you fancy then?” I asked, “How about a wander around the shops? Or perhaps we could go for a look around somewhere or even just a drive…..”
“Nah – I’m ok,” she said, “You go – I’ll be fine here.”
“Well how about heading down to the beach – Sandy Bay isn’t far from here and you could top up your tan,” I suggested, pretty well knowing by now what kind of answer I’d get back – and I was right.
“No – I like to get my tan done properly,” she said – really meaning that the sun wasn’t good enough for her!
“Oh come on, for fuck sake,” I said somewhat exasperatedly, “Let’s do something.”
“Like what?” she replied quickly.
‘Like take you home’ I thought, but I held my tongue, for now.
“I’ve made some suggestions,” I said, “So what do you like to do all day?”
“Not much,” she said, “Unless you want to get back to bed?”
Now normally the idea of taking a voluptuous young lady back to bed would have raised my flagpole in moments but today he remained still – she’d totally dampened my ardour.
“No – I just don’t feel like it now,” I said, almost feeling that I’d got my own back, “Look, let’s go out and do something, for God’s sake.”
“Alright then – take me somewhere,” Casey said as she turned off the TV, “And it had better be good!”
‘Oh fuck – like what?’ I thought, ‘No, sod you, we’re going down to the park whether you like it or not.’
At least the park was always full of activity – children playing; a band was blasting away in the bandstand; ducks lining up to be fed; flowers and trees to be admired; the model steam railway; golfers; tennis players…and more…..
We left the house eventually, after Casey had spent half an hour doing her make-up, only for her to stop.
“Aren’t we taking the car?” she said.
“No way – it’s only a short walk to the park,” I said, “Parking’s not free you know.”
“Oh what…..!” she exclaimed, “I’ll ruin my heels.”
“Ok – ok – we’ll go in the car,” I said, stepping back indoors to get my car keys, “Have you got all your things?”
“Yes – didn’t bring much with me,” Casey said.
“Good,” I answered harshly as I closed the door and pressed the key to unlock the car doors.
Casey got in and I did too and I pulled away – and headed across town.
“Hey – this isn’t the way to the park,” she said after a while.
“No – it isn’t,” I replied, “I’m taking you back home.”
She said nothing but just looked straight ahead.
“Casey,” I said, “You’re beautiful and you’re a wonderful fuck, but we’re just so different. What’s the betting you’re a vegetarian while I eat meat and everything?”
“Yeah – I am,” she nodded.
“See – we couldn’t even have dinner together!” I replied somewhat caustically, because by now I’d made my mind up.
“Casey – I’ll let you go home for now. Perhaps we’ll meet again and it’s been lovely to know you, but we’re completely chalk and cheese. Sex is all we have in common,” I said as we pulled up outside her parent’s house.
“You were really good last night, sweet girl,” I said as Casey got out of the car, “But that’s about as far as we go, thank you.”
She said nothing but slammed the car door in my face and quite honestly I didn’t care – I was free again!
Normally after I’d broken up with a girl I’d mope around for a while; perhaps get drunk and generally behave badly – but today I felt fine – relieved!
Well – relieved but very horny! Casey’s body had turned me on as usual and inside me there was now a chamber of sexual need building up again….not manifested by an erection but by this feeling that I just needed more sex – and soon. Never mind – it would have to wait, so I shut the mental door on it and concentrated on relaxing instead.
I motored home with the radio on, almost enjoying for once the rattle of some local pop station’s selection of insipid records. I pulled into my driveway and sat in the car for a few moments while I considered what to do next.
I tapped the wheel as I thought – ah – the car – yep, let’s wash it!
‘That came from nowhere’, I thought as I usually took it to the local car-wash but since it was a nice enough day, I couldn’t now think of a reason not to wash it.
Soon I’d gathered all the necessary bits and pieces, hose, sponge, cleaner, etc and just minutes later I was wetting the paintwork and humming happily to myself.
At least car washing wasn’t exactly serious brain work so I had time to think what to do next; do I go out and get pissed; do I go out and find another lay; do I even stay in – home alone?
With the water splashing around and some exercise I soon stripped off my t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on my back. It made flex my muscles and reminded me that I hadn’t been to the gym for a few days – all my exercise had been in bed! And that thought made my penis stir and start to fill out – I somewhat unsuccessfully tried to will it to go away.
I chuckled at the way sex had popped to the surface so easily and then became serious for a moment as I realised that I’d been sleeping alone tonight – damn – I liked sleeping with my partner after a good fuck.
I was startled out of my reverie by a voice from nearby – my neighbour, John.
“Hi Tony,” he yelled, “Good way to get the day going.”
“Forgotten what colour the car was!” I joked as I stood up from my work and stretched my back.
“Wowee!” said John, “Hey – you’ve got some great muscles, man – don’t you look good!”
Yeah – well I admit to being fairly muscular but its not that I spend ages at the gym; I just like to look after myself, so I do some workouts and plenty of running and it all helps.
I looked down at myself and I smiled happily. I squeezed my chest muscles and then, showing off in a cheerful way I raised my arms to show off my biceps…..stupidly completely forgetting that I was still holding the hose, complete with running water. Three seconds after I assumed the pose I threw the hose away as water cascaded down all over me!
“Bloody hell; stupid idiot!” I exclaimed, laughing but totally embarrassed, “It’s the car I’m supposed to be washing! Sod it!”
But John wasn’t laughing; instead his eyes were riveted on me. I frowned, wondering why he was looking at me so intently.
“Jesus Tony, you could win a talent contest looking like that,” he said, “You look so hot – look at you! Your hair all spiky and wet; your body all glistening with water and you ought to see your shorts!”
“Ah piss off!” I said cheerfully, “I’m not hot – wet maybe but not hot.”
The cascade of water had mainly run down my front and now I looked down – and immediately understood what John was on about – my shorts had gone almost see-through and with no underpants on, I was showing off somewhat, my partially inflated cock hanging to one side!
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” I groaned as I turned off the water, “Sorry John. I’ll just nip inside and change.”
“Don’t bother on my account!” said John, “looks good! Who you been thinking about then?”
“Not you for a start! “I said, laughing, “Why, do you fancy me?”
I turned round and wiggled my bum at him and he wolf-whistled.
“Fuck off – I don’t fancy being a gay pin-up!” I said.
John laughed happily and struck a pose to make me laugh as well – then he turned away. Typical bit of male banter – made me happy….
“Anyway, got to go – things to do,” he said, “You busy today?”
“Apart from the car. No,” I said, returning to my task.
“”Where’s the girlfriend then?” he asked, “She was with you last night.”
Not that it was any of his business, but I didn’t mind telling him somehow…..
“Dumped her, mate,” I said, “She looked good and she was a great lay – pity that’s all she was.”
“Hard luck. Another one bites the dust, I guess,” said John, “Hey – pop round if you get bored this evening. I’ve asked some friends over – be a good excuse for a bit of a chin-wag. Come and join us.”
“Yeah could do,” I replied off-handedly as John waved his goodbye. I threatened him with the hosepipe and he scarpered quickly!
I didn’t really mind the somewhat sexist banter coming from John because we were often teasing one another about one thing or another, our sex lives included. Having said that, although I was often bringing girlfriends home I seldom if ever saw John with a girl – I couldn’t remember when, now I thought about it. Still, he was probably just more secretive than me, I concluded.
He was a lot like me actually – we seemed to have the same kind of humorous ways and approach to life. And we were of a similar build as well – he too was tall and quite well-built thought not as muscular as I was. He too had short light coloured hair that he spiked to some extent – actually more of a bed-head look, I think. And he was always bright and cheerful; I often felt thankful that I had him as a neighbour as opposed to some old trout or miserable git.
‘But what the fuck’s going on though?’ I thought, ‘Just ‘cos my cock showed through my shorts I’ve got a bloody bloke after me now!’
‘Oh well, I suppose that everyone likes a man with muscles,’ I concluded, smiling smugly to myself – then I settled back to finishing off the car. With John gone and no distraction, my penis soon returned to a relaxed state and I forgot about the wetness on me. Half an hour later it was all done – washed and wiped dry, the paint and chrome all now shining nicely. Even I had dried out as I cleared up and went indoors to get myself a nice cool lager and to sit down for a break.
I relaxed in the sun and pondered on my actions for the next few hours.
No way was I going back to my regular pub – Casey would be sure to be there – no, I’d have to drink elsewhere for a little while. Ok – that’s decided that – now, do I go this afternoon or this evening?
I eventually chose to pop down for pint or two a bit later on – I’d nothing better to do, so why not.
I made and ate a bit of lunch; then put some clothes in the washing machine and set it going and then found myself wandering around listlessly.
What to do now? Do I go to the pub? I still was undecided, perhaps because of things that had happened; dumping Casey and now John’s comments.
I sat down with another can and supped it slowly while my mind meandered.
‘What was all this with John – what the fuck was he up to?’ I wondered, ‘He was just taking the piss, wasn’t he? He’s not gay, is he? No way was he that way. I’d know….. No – he was just having a laugh,’ I concluded.
Eventually I just couldn’t sit around any longer, so pulling on some cleaner clothes I locked up and headed out to the pub in the opposite direction to my regular watering hole – fortunately still within walking distance.
Ten minutes or so later I was at the bar ordering a pint of lager which I took out into the almost unpopulated beer garden which overlooked the river and there I sat, just relaxing and watching the world go past on the river – it was very peaceful.
And then, as a moment of almost complete silence arrived, I overheard some conversation coming from another table a little way away.
“…….turning me on mate,” a man said.
Something must have clicked in my brain because now I concentrated on the conversation and at that point I picked up the thread.
“Ooh, I agree. He look’s gorgeous; all those lovely muscles,” another male voice said, “He could have me any day!”
“Not if I get there first!” the first male voice answered, “He looks so hunky!”
“I’d love him to give me a good going over!” the second voice replied, “Oooooh, I bet he’s well hung!”
“I bet he’s not gay though,” said the other voice, “Shall we ask him?”
I looked cautiously around and there, some twenty yards away two young guys were sat, both obviously looking my way. Ok – they might have been talking about someone else but the way they both looked aside as I looked at them meant only one thing – they’d been talking about me!
‘Fuckin’ hell!’ I thought, ‘All these poufs everywhere! Why are they all after me? Have I got the wrong aftershave on or something?’
The two young men realised that they’d been rumbled and coyly looked at me.
“Hi,” they said together, one of them cautiously waving a hand at me.
“Were you talking about me just now?” I asked, “I didn’t mean to overhear you but I was fascinated. What were you saying?”
“Sorry mate – yeah, we were talking about you,” the one with the deeper voice said, “We just thought you looked really hot.”
“So we just wondered if you were gay or not,” continued the other one bravely.
“Ha – you wish!” I said with derision in my voice, “No way am I bent, thank you.”
“I’m really sorry mate,” the first man said, “They don’t get many straight blokes in here now, so we just thought…..”
“Why, what’s happened – why don’t straight blokes come here then?” I asked.
“New management,” the first guy continued, “This place is almost entirely full of gays now!”
Shit – I’d wandered into a gay bar without knowing it! My gaydar must have been defective today!
I downed my pint quickly and stood up.
“Sorry to disappoint you both,” I said, “Cheerio!”
And I was off, as fast as I could get out of the place!
‘Fucking shit,’ I thought, banging my heels down as I walked home, ‘That place has changed. And I didn’t notice – serves me bloody right I guess!’
Soon back home I relaxed, almost visibly! The washing machine had done its work so I hung out the laundry – I was quite a good house-husband really!
Mind you, tonight I’d slum it – a microwave dinner would do today – I couldn’t be bothered with cooking…..
Being summer I was still out on the patio at eight, having just polished off my dinner, when I heard voices next door.
‘Oh yes – that’s John and his guests….wonder if I might join them……’ I thought and then I remembered how John had made comments about me.
‘What if he was gay – nah – he wasn’t, surely; not John,’ I thought, ‘But if he was then I think I’d rather stay at home.’
But as I sat there the voices drifted over to me again and I recognised one of them. It was Pete from the office.
‘Well sod me, what a coincidence!’ I thought, ‘Be nice to have a chat and a drink with him – he’s safe anyway, he’s fine.’
So instead of staying at home alone – or heading out to some other unknown pub, I decided to accept John’s offer.
It was a warm evening so shorts and a t-shirt would be quite adequate although I made sure I was wearing underpants! I didn’t want any chance of a repeat of this afternoon’s episode!
I spiked my hair up; sprayed briefly under each arm; checked myself in the mirror and went outside once again. Moments later I was pressing John’s door bell…..
“Tony – great to see you!” said John cheerfully as he opened the door, “Do come in – so glad you decided to pop round.”
He guided me down the hall to the lounge……
“People – I’d like you to meet my neighbour, Tony,” he said and there was a deep roar of laughter. John looked startled.
“Hello Tony!” boomed Pete as he stood up and advanced towards me. He was a big bear of a man complete with a big bushy beard, who made me look small. He must have been six foot six if he was an inch and probably weighed 250 pounds; very little of it being fat, I reckoned.
“Good to see you buddy,” he said, wrapping his big arm round my shoulders and dragging me towards the settee, “Didn’t know you were John’s neighbour. John – this guy works in the same office as I do. Come on – come and sit down.”
I was plonked onto the settee beside Pete who then imperiously waved his hand to John.
“Come on John – get your guest a drink!” he said jovially, then he held out a hand and pointed, “Oh Tony – by the way this is Neil.”
“Hi Neil,” I said, not knowing what else to do or say, because Pete had obviously taken over and Neil responded with a small and perhaps embarrassed finger wave.
Neil was just the opposite to Pete and being seated made him look even smaller. He wasn’t weedy; he was just small; compact perhaps might be a better description because his arms were quite solid and his shoulders implied that he’d got some muscles…..not that I really cared about such things on other men.
For a few moments it all went quiet as we drank and settled down but then I thought I’d start the conversation.
“I heard your voice Pete – couldn’t mistake it,” I said, “I wasn’t sure if I felt like socialising tonight but when I heard you, I just had to pop round.”
John had rejoined us and had settled into one of the armchairs and now the conversation meandered back and forth, covering whatever seemed to come to mind. We drank – wine, lager, beer – whatever we fancied and we were a happy and chattery bunch.
Eventually Pete stood up.
“Got to take a leak – John – go and sit beside Tony – make a change of scenery for us!” he said as he disappeared down the hall.
John duly rose from his chair and came and sat beside me, raising his eyebrows at Pete’s comment.
“He always takes over,” said John, “Very dominant sort of guy.”
“Like that in the office too,” I said as I chuckled, “Nice bloke and all that but I’m glad he works in a different department.”
Pete returned, still pulling up the zip of his jeans.
“Dominant, did I hear you say?” he boomed, “Ooh yes – especially with Neil!”
“Eh!” I ejaculated, “You what?”
Pete looked at the two others before replying.
“Didn’t you know?” he said, “Neil’s my sub – I’m his master.”
I just looked totally confounded, so Pete continued.
“I’m gay – well we all are actually, except possibly you Tony,” said Pete, “Neil and I are partners – we live together and every so often we come and visit our good friend John. He’s just plain gay – he just likes men, so we come over here for a bit of fuc…….fun.”
“John’s never gay, is he?” I questioned, convinced that Pete was wrong, but John nodded to confirm his statement.
“You don’t have to be a poufter to be gay,” he said, “you don’t have to act all bent. Gays are quite normal really – like me.”
I was gobsmacked until John spoke again and as he did so he firmly grabbed hold of my hand just as I was about to wave it to make a point…..and held on.
“Look – I’m touching you and you haven’t turned into a limp-wristed pouf, have you. I’m not different – I’m just your neighbour, I’m just another bloke,” he said, “And I just happen to like men, not women.”
Actually, after my recent experience with Casey I tended to agree with him about women, although not about liking men, so I just laughed.
“That’s better,” said John, squeezing my hand before releasing it, “Relax!”
Then Pete spoke up again.
“You still got those DVDs, John?” he asked and John pointed to a niche beside the TV. John stood up and moved to the TV and soon popped a DVD into the slot.
“Watch this Tony, see if it doesn’t turn you on!” he said, as he settled back into his chair.
Truthfully I really wanted to get up and go but not only would that be rude but Pete would probably make sure I suffered at work somehow – so I stayed…..and soon the screen lit up.
“Ah,” said Pete, “Think I’ve got the right one. This is the one with those five short films on, isn’t it? Where shall we start?”
“Second one,” said John and Pete made the selection and pressed play before I could register the content.
“See if you like this!” said Pete as he sat back in his chair, “Bet you will.”
How could I not like it! There before me was a tall curvy big-breasted blonde in a shimmering mini dress that all but showed her knickers and her tits. She paraded around the room gradually displaying more and more of her delicious body, while my own body absorbed the sight with enthusiasm.
“Bit tasty?” asked John and I nodded – she certainly was worth looking at and I just couldn’t wait for her to show her tits……which she was obviously about to do.
She bent over to show off her tight bum; her soft blue knickers pulled into her crack, then turned once more and just slid her dress down from her breasts.
I felt my cock lurch upwards as her magnificent mammaries sprang into view and I looked around me. All the other guys were watching avidly too; Pete with his hand in his lap obviously massaging his cock and the other two guys squirming around in their seats.
She was enough to wake up even the sleepiest gayest penis it seemed!
“Just wait,” said Pete thickly, “Won’t be long before she gets her dress off – wait and see!”
A few minutes of posturing and squeezing of her breasts and she began wriggling out of her dress – eventually it fell to her feet and she stepped out of it, squeezing her breasts together as she stood up. And now she was dressed only in her tiny knickers; her generous breasts a lovely contrast to her slim waist and smooth flat tummy – I was captivated and I could feel my cock starting to drool with pleasure.
“Here she goes!” said Pete breathlessly, having obviously seen the film before, “Watch….!”
The blonde bent over, her free-hanging breasts close to the camera and in the background you could see her hands sliding her knickers down over her hips; then she stood up, her hand over her crotch. Slowly she moved her hand down, revealing that she was shaved…..and as her hand went further I suddenly found myself wondering where her slit started.
Then all was revealed to me as her hand reached between her legs – and pulled out a penis that any man would be proud of! A few quick tugs and it stood up, some seven inches or so of definitely male flesh!
“Fuck!” I said, never having ever seen a shemale before, “What the…..?”
Around me a selection of laughs rose up and I just had to join in, even though the laugh was on me!
“What’s she doing with a dick?” I asked naively, “Is that a bloke or a woman?”
“She’s a shemale – a tranny – a bloke who’s had hormone treatment and implants,” said John, “Best of both worlds! She can fuck or be fucked.”
“Eh?” I queried, my eyes unable to look away from the screen, “Oh yeah – oh, I see, of course.”
“She’ll be doing both in a few minutes,” said John and sure enough, on screen a hunky guy appeared, already busy stripping off his clothes.
Soon he too was naked and the pair embraced, their two big hard cocks rubbing against each other and for the next ten minutes we watched, almost in silence, as the pair made out – he sucked her; she sucked him; he fucked her; she fucked him and then they both wanked off over her abdomen and tits – the movie playing out as it closed in on the pools of white and sticky cum on her breasts. The basic theme for any fuck movie – but with a difference I’d never seen before!
“Phewwwww!” I heard from Pete and I looked at him. His hand was still at his groin where it was now clear that he’d been rubbing what looked to be quite a large erection – well actually I could see he was still holding it…. He looked at me unashamedly.
“So – what did you think of that then? Was she hot or not?” he asked, “Could you take that home with you?”
“Suppose that if I met her in a bar and she came on to me, then I would,” I said feeling my penis stretching out down my leg, “I’d never have known she was a he until it was too late, I guess.”
“Ok – then is she gay?” John added and damn me, I could see that he too was holding his hard cock in his shorts, next to me.
“Yeah, I guess so, I guess she is,” I replied…..
“Ok. So if you’d taken her home and when you took her to bed you found her cock, what would you do then?” asked Pete, his hand still moving on his penis, “Would you have fucked her – in the arse?”
“Perhaps I would,” said, feeling a bit uncomfortable, “I suppose if I took her from behind I’d hardly know the difference from fucking a woman in the arse.”
“And what if she wanted to suck you?” asked John, “Would you have let her?”
A blow job was a blow job, so I nodded happily!
“So what about the leading question,” said Pete, “Would you want to suck her?”
“Ummmmm – I guess I might have been able to,” I said, remembering Casey’s delectable mini-penis but somewhat reluctant to reveal my feelings and Pete chuckled.
“So, using some bent and illogical deductions, that would mean you’d be willing to suck a man and fuck him too!” said Pete with a grin.
“I didn’t say that!” I replied, a bit flustered, “Uh – I suppose I did really, didn’t I?”
“Got you then!” said Pete, “Therefore, welcome to the club! Because we all like to suck and fuck men too!”
It went quiet as the statement hung in the air – then Pete spoke up once more.
“Let’s show him the next one, eh?” he said, pressing the button and this time there was no ambiguity – this time there were just two guys getting to grips with each other.
And somehow I was now able to sit there and enjoy watching as they sucked and fucked each other – and even swallowed each other’s cum at the end.
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked Pete, now displaying a prominent damp patch on his jeans as well a a long stiff ridge.
I wasn’t sure what to say or do, partially because I now realised that my own penis had remained completely hard throughout the ten minute film and it was still throbbing now. But Pete had spotted my predicament and he laughed.
“Didn’t turn you off then?” he asked and I found myself blushing.
I looked down in embarrassment – and was completely shaken to see that next to me, John, who was also wearing shorts, had some two or three inches of penis showing beyond the leg of his shorts! And it was obviously hard and excited – it was dripping precum onto his leg as I watched.
Then I saw that John was now looking at me.
“Do you want to feel it?” he asked, sliding his shorts up so that even more of his erection was on display, “Won’t bite! Come on – have a feel.”
He grasped my hand and pulled it to his cock and the next moment my hand was wrapped round his shaft – and I’d just let him do it!
“Come on – hold it – squeeze it!” he said, holding my hand in position – and once again I just did so – he’d taken over my mind!
The next story was unrolling on the screen – more men sucking and fucking each other – almost unwatched by us.
I just looked down at where my hand was now sliding up and down his cock – my hand was on auto-pilot – it had nothing to do with me! And yet it did, because my actions were causing my own penis to stiffen even more and to throb up and down…..
Moments later I felt a hand on my cock; sliding the material of my shorts out of the way and then grasping my own tower of flesh.
“Ohhhhh God,” I cried somehow unable to brush his hand away, “What you doing….?”
“Just helping you to relax,” said John beside me, “Let it go – enjoy it.”
And I was – his hand felt great as it rubbed my cock and I just couldn’t help but do the same to him – he didn’t need to hold his hand over mine now.
I leaned back as John began to work me up and I too increased my actions on his penis.
“Get your shorts off,” breathed John in my ear and I hurried to comply, releasing my penis and balls into the open air while John did the same.
“Oh wow – you look fucking good!” I heard Pete say, “That’s what I call a real cock!” and I looked up.
And there, not more than a few feet away, Neil was on his knees between Pete’s legs; Pete’s jeans were around his ankles and his cock was well and truly embedded in Neil’s mouth. From what I could see, Pete’s penis was a monster – I reckoned there must have been seven or eight inches still visible – and I had no idea how much was in Neil’s mouth.
“Ooooohhh yeah,” groaned Pete, putting his hand on Neil’s head, “You’re good, you suck me so well.”
“Mmmmmm – love to suck you,” said Neil, “You taste so nice.”
And as he spoke he took Pete’s cock from his mouth and I saw the whole thing – the best part of ten inches of thick rod, topped with a knob like a large plum, which glistened with saliva. Moments later Neil let the giant rod slide back into his mouth and I could have sworn that he’d managed to engulf a generous eight inches of it somehow!
I returned my gaze to John’s hand which was now able to slide more freely up and down my penis and I looked at his groin. John’s cock was now entirely on view to me – it was probably a bit over seven inches long and was uncut like mine, and as I watched, I saw my hand moving up down his shaft – it was almost as if I was watching someone else’s hand….
On the next upstroke a bubble of clear slippery precum oozed from his tip and, conscious now that it was my hand and that I was stroking him, I caught the little bubble and spread it around his knob. Soon it glistened and shone and my fingers slid easily over the smooth surface.
“Tony,” John’s voice interrupted my watching, “Could I suck you….please?”
I just didn’t really know what to do or say so John just continued.
“Your cock looks so gorgeous,” he said, “I just need to get it in my mouth – you’ll love it – I’ll make you feel so good.”
Whatever I might have replied was shut off as John moved to squat in front of me and in seconds I felt the tightness of his lips clamped round my penis and all I could do was to groan with pleasure.
“Oooooh fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, “Fuckin’ hell – where’d you learn to do that?”
His hand movements on my cock speeded up as wild feelings shot all through my body….he was reaching parts that no-one else had ever reached.
John’s mouth was alive; his tongue prehensile as it wrapped itself around my knob and tried to insinuate itself into the little slit at the tip. His hand was rubbing up and down my shaft as he sucked me and I found myself putting my hand on his head to push him down on my cock – he was good!
I saw movement ahead of me through my half-closed eyes and watched as Neil stood up, dropped his trousers and revealed his own solid erection. I watched as he moved closer to Pete who grasped his cock and sucked it deep into his mouth, making Neil hum with pleasure. But soon their scenario changed – Neil pulled his penis away and knelt down, while Pete dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.
His enormous cock now stood proudly from his groin – like a baby’s arm it stood – drooling precum and jerking in time with his heartbeat. He spat in his hand and spread his saliva over his penis making it shine with moisture, then got onto his knees behind Neil.
‘He’ll never get that in his arse, surely!’ I thought, my eyes now wide open, but I was wrong!
Pete leaned forward, bringing his penis in line with Neil’s arsehole and put one hand on Neil’s back. And then Neil’s body pushed backwards and Pete’s moved forwards…..and suddenly at least half of Pete’s monster had disappeared.
I heard Neil suck in a big breath but there was no scream of pain or distress – I was staggered!
“Done it lot’s of times before, haven’t they,” explained John, lifting his head from my cock, “Do you want to try it?”
Now I’d seen pictures of men fucking on the internet but never in real life – and never right before my eyes! But I couldn’t look away as Pete began to saw his cock in and out of Neil’s hole, seemingly gradually probing deeper and deeper into the man’s body. I couldn’t even answer John, who’d now returned to my penis; all I could do was to watch, with my mouth open, I suddenly realised. I shut it quickly, instantly worried that someone might see the opening as a place to shove their cock – then felt stupid about it.
But down below it didn’t feel stupid; in fact things were heating up.
Automatically now, my hips were thrusting upwards to drive my penis into John’s mouth; shivers and shakes were running through me; incredible sensations were firing off through my brain – and John was sucking harder……
Then he stopped again.
“You didn’t answer,” he said, leaving me hanging, teetering and urgently needing him to complete his task, “Do you want to try that?”
“I want to cum!” I cried, shivering with pent-up excitement, “Don’t care – just want to cum!”
“Come on then – try me!” said John, relinquishing my cock and getting onto his hands and knees, “Cum in my arse then!”
As if in a daze I moved down behind him while John held his arse cheeks apart for me and without thinking I lined up my saliva-soaked erection with his hole and pushed gently. Frantic feelings ran through my cock as it began to penetrate his arsehole; fear, trepidation, panic even but above all a feeling of excitement as I realised that I was now about to fuck a man!
Easily I slid inside, John’s hips pushing back at me as I penetrated a man for the very first time. Easily I began to move in and out, feeling my sperm practically bubbling like lava building up in a volcano and quickly I found myself nearing my climax.
For a moment a feeling of panic swept through me as I realised that I was going to unload my sperm inside a man, but the need to cum was so great that I didn’t care – all I cared about was having a place in which to empty my balls – and it wouldn’t take long to do that!
Furthermore, my excitement was heightened as right beside me Pete was nearing his own climax inside Neil’s hole. Pete’s powerful penis was slamming into Neil’s body; almost disappearing with each stroke, although just how Neil could accommodate all that length inside him was beyond me – but it was so exciting to watch that I didn’t care.
Pete was panting hard as he powered in and out, faster and faster.
“Yeah – yeah – yeahhhhh” he growled as he thrust, “Here it cums! Oh fuck – yeah – here it cums! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!”
Pete was shaking all over; his hips now slowly thrusting in jerks as each surge of his hot cum emptied into Neil’s body and suddenly I was doing the same!
“Oh Christ John – you’ve made me cum!” I cried as vast tremors made my legs shake, “Aaaaaahhh! Yesssss – fuckin’ cummming!”
“Come on then, let it go! Let it all go!” cried John, his arse squeezing my penis; pulsating around my flesh as each jet of cum left my cock.
“Oh yessss – ooooooh God!” I moaned, “Uuuuuuhh! Ooooooh! Fuck – oh fuck!”
I could feel my sperm pooling around my cock deep up inside John’s body, helping to smooth out the friction as I continued to slide in and out, my movements now languid and relaxing as I came down from my orgasm and slowly my thrusts became just twitches and shudders before I collapsed down onto John’s back.
I was panting as heavily as if I’d been fucking for hours, such was the degree of illicit excitement in me but finally I was able to kneel upright behind John, my penis still embedded in his arse.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I said as I shook my head, “Never thought I’d do that!”
A small towel landed on John’s back, thrown by Pete who was now standing up, his still huge penis drooping from his groin.
“Here you go – you can take it out now,” he said.
I slid my penis from John’s hole, watching as his arse fluttered closed and open again, letting a little stream of spunk slide out. I caught it on the towel – wiped my cock on the towel and then put it into John’s waiting hands as I moved away and sat down on the settee once more.
A little while later John came and sat by me once more, this time on the folded towel however.
He smiled at me – a happy smile…..
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, “You were hot – loved the feel of your spunk inside me – wow, didn’t you cum hard!”
I nodded contentedly, looking down at my now flaccid penis and then at John’s still hard cock.
“Yeah – that was good – never thought I’d do that!” I exclaimed, blowing out a deep breath, “I fucked a man!”
“Was it any different to fucking a woman’s arse then?” asked Pete who now stood beside me, his huge slack organ mere feet from my face.
I shook my head, immediately realising that actually, John’s arsehole had been better and tighter than the last female’s arsehole I’d fucked. Not Casey’s – she hadn’t been willing to let me use that access to her body.
“Better actually,” I said, being honest, “Thanks buddy.”
I put my hand on John’s thigh; precarious inches from his erection and smiled at him.
“Honestly, thanks,” I said, “You were good – I needed that!”
“Could you do it again some time?” John asked and without hesitation I answered.
“Yes – definitely!” I said cheerfully, “Sure I could.”
John smiled back at me and put his hand on top of my hand on his thigh.
“Actually – there’s something else I want you to do,” he said.
“What’s that then?” I asked innocently.
“Get me off!” he said, grasping my hand and moving it onto his erection, “I need to cum too!”
‘Shiiiit’ I thought, ‘Oh well – better do it after what I’ve just done to him!’
“Ok,” I said, rather surprised at my own enthusiasm, “Here – now?”
“Yeah,” said John as he moved his arse forward and leaned back, “Can you do it from there?”
“Easy!” I said, my hand now moving up and down his shaft.
‘Hah – no different to wanking myself really!’ I thought as I worked up a bit of speed, ‘Feels a bit different but the same action!’
“Take it easy Tony,” groaned John, “Slower…..”
I practically stopped my movements; now just caressing his penis, squeezing it and feeling the texture of his flesh and skin in my hand; sliding my thumb and then my fingers too in the ever increasing dribble of precum that was issuing from his tip and spreading the lubrication over both his knob and his shaft.
John was now groaning from time to time as I manipulated his fine upstanding erection, his hips too working in time with my hand as I began to move more actively.
“Getting there,” he moaned, “You’re doing fine, keep it like that – yeah, just like that!”
I was leaning partially over his body now as I concentrated on wanking him and John now had his arm draped over my back, squeezing me from time to time.
My face was not all that far from his cock as I closely observed the way his foreskin slid over his purpling knob; the way small oozes of precum kept leaking out; the way my fingers pushed little waves of precum up and down his cock – I was well into it and so was John.
“Oooooh yessssss!” he hissed, “nearly there – keep going – keep going….”
Eager now to watch his orgasm I leaned even closer, my hand keeping up a steady rhythm, until John shuddered all over.
“Here it cums!” he cried, “Here it cums!”
And as he spoke a rapid shot of white cum squirted from his cock straight into my face! I didn’t even have time to move before a second jet hit me and when I tried to move away John’s hand over my back tightened and held me down as a third and fourth belch of cum erupted all over my hand. Then I felt his arm relax but despite that I just continued to wank him, bringing forth some small dribbles of cum, until he stopped my hand from moving.
“No more – no more – too sensitive,” he said and I took my hand away and sat up straight.
I must have looked a proper sight – I could only see out of one eye and I could feel sticky cum on my lips – I could even taste it.
“Do you eat your own cum?” said Pete from beside me, his huge and newly erect penis held in his busy hand and I nodded.
“Well, try John’s – bet you’ll think its lovely,” he said, “Go on – you might as well.”
I stuck my tongue out and immediately encountered a big blob of the stuff – which seemed to stick to my tongue as I withdrew it. The taste wasn’t any different to my own cum really – it was just that it came from another man that put me off.
Then I felt fingers move on my face and moments later they were pushed into my mouth, together with more of John’s ejaculated cum. I sucked it off and swallowed it.
“See – you can do it!” Pete said, his hand now moving quickly on his cock, “Nearly all gone!”
Then John wiped a towel over my face, clearing my vision and my nose – I could see and breath properly now – just for now.
Because beside me Pete was still working hard on his erection and now he spoke.
“Tony – this way…..have some more!” he said and as I turned towards him, my mouth open to speak, at that very moment his cock jerked and splashed a huge squirt of very hot cum right in my mouth!
I almost blew it out again but moments later I couldn’t – Pete had pushed the end of his penis into my mouth where another flood of cum splashed!
Just the two squirts in my mouth – that was more than enough for my liking – then he pulled his cock out and sprayed my face with several more generous gushes of spunk before he turned aside to strip out the last lesser dribbles.
I was back to where I’d just come from – covered in cum once more – even my t-shirt was liberally splashed! John pulled me to him and pliantly I allowed him to attend to the mess. But this time instead of using his fingers I felt John come closer and the next thing I knew, his tongue and lips were licking and sucking the sticky blobs and streaks of cum from my face.
I wanted to recoil from his touch but actually it felt good and quite erotic – even when his lips settled briefly on mine. It even felt good when his tongue slid between my lips – I actually pushed back with my tongue, making our contact wet and slippery with saliva and with Pete’s spunk.
Then he was finished and, handing me the towel once more, he sat back, sated.
I cleaned what was left of any stickiness from my face and just sat there, too shaken to speak.
Part of me wanted to run away – part of me loved it – part of me just didn’t know what to do but Pete soon pointed out where my priorities lay.
“Your cock!” he laughed, “Ever since I sprayed your face it’s been hard as fucking iron – look at it!”
Actually I didn’t need to look because I’d known all along that my penis had just loved all the action – he at least had no qualms about who he had sex with!
And slowly I had to admit that I’d thoroughly enjoyed it all – even the mouthfuls of cum; even being wanked and sucked by another bloke. It was good sex – good wholesome sex – no posturing and preening and female histrionics – just plain excellent sex.
John got up, his own erection waving before him and wandered off to the kitchen, returning with some more wine and some cans and we refreshed ourselves as we recovered. Somehow the talk avoided sex – we were all contented for now at least and despite our part-dressed bodies, we didn’t need to get intimate for now….and slowly our tumescent organs relaxed – which was just as well, as Neil’s phone suddenly went off.
He got up and moved away to answer it and I heard him say a loud “Damn!”
He came back looking a bit crestfallen.
“Bloody typical – of all nights!” he moaned, “They’re short of drivers at the depot and they want me to come and fill in. Shit!”
Pete stood up too.
“That means me too – I’m not walking home!” he said, “Sorry John, Tony – fuckin’ nuisance but that’s life.”
“See you again soon?” asked John and Pete put his thumbs up.
“Definitely!” he said, looping his arm over Neil’s shoulder, “Sooner the better. But we’d better be off – catch you in the office Tony!”
“See you Monday,” I said, not knowing if I was saying the right thing, but also knowing that I’d have to be there anyway, “Bye Neil, bye Pete.”
Soon the door slammed and John and I were left there – the pair of us still wearing only our t-shirts.
We looked at each other and just burst out laughing at the incongruity of the situation, then both sat down on the settee.
On the screen before us yet another gay suck and fuck film was running – we both absentmindedly looked at it for a while before John turned to me.
“I’m sorry Tony – I didn’t know it would turn out the way it did,” he said, “I asked you round for a bit of a social evening, but Pete – he’s a bit of a handful – I never expected him to…..”
“Did you mean that?” I asked John playfully, “That Pete’s a bit of a handful? I’d say he’s a damn sight more than that!”
“Dirty bastard!” said John cheerfully, “No – I was being honest – but yes, I go along with your thinking! Two hands full really!”
Then somehow I just had to ask…..
“Has he ever fucked you?” I said, feeling my cock flicker back into life and John nodded.
“Twice,” he said, “I was pissed otherwise I’m not sure I could have taken him. Stretched me like anything – couldn’t shit straight for a week!”
I laughed like a drain – but inside me something was asking me if I wouldn’t actually like to feel something like that being shoved up inside me….and I looked down at John’s erection.
‘It’s not all that big, is it?’ I thought as I let out a long breath, ‘No bigger than a good sized shit, I reckon.’
John must have thought that I was thinking of Pete’s cock inside me and he put his hand on my arm.
“Don’t even think about it!” he said, “You’re not up to getting Pete’s cock up you yet – you need some training first.”
My head span round from the screen to look at John beside me.
“You what!” I exclaimed, horrified, “No way! Pete could do some damage with that! You’re more…I mean….! Oh ooops!”
“I’m more your size? Is that what you were trying to say?” said John and I found myself nodding.
I was saying all the wrong sort of things and making all the wrong replies today – what the hell was wrong with me?
“Do you want to try it? I’ll be gentle,” asked John, putting his fist round his erection and sliding it up and down.
Once again, part of me wanted to say ‘yes’ but lots of me wanted to say ‘no’.
“Think about it,” said John, “Think how easily you got your cock inside me. Think how smoothly you slid inside – and I can tell you, I loved it – I reckon you will too. I’ve got plenty of lubricant around.”
I just couldn’t bring myself to answer him so I just shook my head, although my cock obviously thought it was a great idea, as he stood up and nodded at me and I tried to will him to go down again.
John interrupted my indecisive moment…..and took some pressure off my mind.
“Tell you what – let’s forget that idea. Come and have a shower – let’s get cleaned up,” he said, stripping off his t-shirt, “There’s plenty of room – I had a posh new shower fitted a few months ago – come and try it.”
“Yeah ok,” I said, doing the same, because I’d shared many a shower with other men at the gym – this was known territory. And it sounded like a good idea too – I was covered in the stickiness and smell of man-cum and of hot sex.
John led me through the house and up the stairs, his seemingly hair-free bum moving tightly before me. He opened the door into what in my house was the bathroom and as we had similar style houses – just two of a row of a development – I knew what to expect.
But instead there was a completely tiled room; subdivided into what I think is known as a wet room and a dry room; perhaps half and half – with room for several people under the shower at once and even seats. The rest of the room was fitted out with all the usual bathroom furniture….
“Hey – that’s smart!” I said, impressed, “Beats my bathroom hollow.”
“Cost more than your bathroom though,” said John as he began turning on lights and taps; pressing buttons and testing the temperature and soon the place was lit up like a spaceship and water was firing out from orifices from floor to ceiling.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I exclaimed, “Definitely must have cost more…..”
“Come on then – the water’s fine, as they say,” said John and together we entered the shower room. Sensors somewhere realising we were there and the water pressure increased at once, jetting hard against my skin. For a little while we both just luxuriated in the pressurised jets almost tingling as the water hissed against our bodies.
Eventually John turned the water down and from somewhere he produced a large sponge and some gel soap….
“I’ll do you,” he said, “Turn round.”
Compliantly I turned away from him and soon I felt the sponge rubbing over my shoulders and up and down my back. I squirmed with enjoyment – John had a nice touch – firm but not vicious and pleasurable, that was for sure.
His movements worked their way down my back and onto my buttocks. I felt his hand push the soapy sponge between my cheeks and I just naturally relaxed, allowing him to slide his hand down and then underneath me, finally reaching my balls. My cock, flaccid for once, immediately rose once more, obviously enjoying all the attention his root was getting.
I felt John’s fingers rubbing up and down my arse crack and it was that relaxing that I simply opened up to him with his slippery fingers and soft sponge.
‘I could get to like this!’ I thought, closing my eyes better to enjoy the feelings.
And then John centred his touch around my arsehole – his fingers sliding around my hole, rubbing over the crinkled flesh and then pushing into my hole itself.
Believe it or not, it was so enjoyable that I actually pushed my arse out towards John and I felt what had to be a finger slide inside my anus, just for a moment.
John looked at me to see my reaction but I still had my eyes shut, blissfully enjoying the feeling.
“Is that good?” he asked and I hummed my approval, “I’m just making sure you’re clean.”
“Yeah – go ahead!” I said innocently, “It’s nice. Feels different….”
A moment later John’s finger slid further inside me – it felt as if he was in up to his knuckle and far from finding it to be nasty, I was loving every moment. My cock was jerking as he probed around inside, leaking precum from time to time as John slid his finger over what I knew to be my prostate.
“Ooooh my God,” I groaned, “What are you doing to me?”
“Just cleaning you,” John said once more, “hang on….”
I felt my arsehole being stretched and I drew in a sharp breath as a spasm of pain erupted – but it was soon gone.
“Still ok?” asked John, his other hand now reaching round me to grasp my stiff penis. His soapy hand slid easily up and down my shaft while his other hand worked away at my arse.
“I’ve got two fingers up you now – do you like it?” he asked.
“Oooohhh – yessss, its nice – I’m ok,” I groaned, “You’re going to make me cum!”
“Let’s have your hand,” said John and I held it out for him to grasp. He pulled me a bit and suddenly his penis was in my grasp and I was so turned on that I just had to wank him as he wanked me.
“Oh God – I like it,” I moaned, my arse wriggling around on his fingers, “Oh God – I’m getting close John, getting close.”
“Ooooh,” I groaned, sucking air in through tight lips, “Keep going – gonna cum – gonna cum!”
I felt John’s fingers rubbing against my prostate inside me while his hand worked rapidly up and down my shaft – and I was there!
“Oh yesssss – here it comes – cummmming!” I cried, feeling my arse clenching tight around his fingers and my penis jerking hard.
A big thick jet of white cum shot from me, splashing against the shower room wall; another one followed and a third before I was left with mere dribbles that slid over John’s soapy hand.
Slowly and gently he eased his fingers from my hole and I felt myself pulling my hole closed again – there was a strange feeling of loss somehow.
I was still holding his erection in my hand but I’d forgotten to wank him and now I let go.
I looked into John’s eyes.
“I ought to be fucking mad at you,” I said, “But I can’t because I actually enjoyed that. I know you’re trying to turn me gay but I’ll let you off for now – you and your fingers! Anyway, who said you could stick your fingers up there?”
“Told you, I was cleaning you,” said John, “I like a man to be nice and clean.”
“Well, I’m bloody well clean now or at least my arse is but I haven’t done the rest of me – or you, so let’s finish our shower,” I said, “You finish off soaping me and then I’ll do you.”
John powered up the water for a while and then set to work with his sponge, cleaning me from head to toe. I’d shared an intimate shower with a girl before but never with a man and it was quite an experience. Somehow John knew just how to apply pressure; how to smooth the sponge, or his bare hands across my body; how to make me feel good. I was positively purring by the time he’d soaped me all over.
I gave him a big smile as I took over with the sponge and now I tried to return the compliment, reaching every part of his body until he was glowing with cleanliness.
“You going to do my arse too?” John asked and I stopped dead.
‘Fuck – do I want to stick my fingers in there?’ I wondered.
I was silent for a moment or two then I realised something – I’d already had my cock in there, so why not my fingers too!
“Yeah ok,” I said as I pulled John closer to me and reached my soapy hands round him. As we got closer his erection bumped against my abdomen and I couldn’t help but wriggle myself against the rod of hot slippery flesh.
Feeling around behind him, I soon located his arsehole and I felt John pushing against my fingers.
“Come on then, should be easy,” he said, “Start with one finger….”
Using that one finger I felt around his hole, discovering his own ring of crinkled flesh and the small indentation in the centre that was his hole.
“Ok – I’m pushing out – try now,” John said and with no hint of pain or hindrance, my finger slid right up inside.
“Oh yessss, oh yessss – that went in so easily – try two now!” he said.
My second finger also slid in easily and I moved them around inside, feeling the walls of his anus sliding against my fingers. I located his prostate and rubbed it for a while making John’s very stiff cock jerk and thrust.
I played around for a while before I gently pulled my fingers out.
I slapped his arse lightly.
“Come on – let’s get this shower finished – we’ll get all wrinkled!” I said.
“Don’t you want to put your cock up me,” said John, pushing his arse out towards me, “Come on – you’ve got me all ready!”
No – no – not really,” I said, gently pushing him away, “I’m not ready for that.”
“You fucked me earlier – can’t you do it again?” he asked, “Please!”
But this was going too far right now. I was still getting used to the idea of having sex with a man let alone fucking him. What we did earlier was something like bravado in front of Pete, I decided – what we were doing now was rather different. It was more like making love……
With some light banter we finished our showers and towelled dry before moving across the landing to his bedroom. His bedroom……
“Why are we in here?” I asked, “My clothes are downstairs.”
“I wanted to get some deodorant, but there’s something else I want to do,” said John, moving close to me, “I want to thank you for being so good – for letting it all happen.”
And he wrapped his arms around me and just kissed me – his wet lips sliding across mine, his tongue already probing between my now parted lips. Somehow I just let him explore and then I discovered that my own tongue was joining in, sliding around over his tongue and lips and pushing into his mouth to feel the smooth enamel of his teeth.
Moments later John sort of leaned on me or pushed me and together we lost our balance and fell onto the bed.
“Uuuuuufff!” I grunted and John too let out a puff of air as we hit the mattress together.
He looked at me, his eyes shining and his mouth smiling, before once again we locked lips and continued our courtship.
And now two hard cocks jostled for position between us, John’s now finding a home between my legs. Together we kissed and dry humped each other, my penis sliding up and down his abdomen while John’s cock slid excitedly against my anus, sending erotic feelings through me.
“Do you want to let me in?” he asked after a little while, “I’d love to be inside you!”
‘Oh God’ I thought, ‘Do I?’
But while I was mentally debating the matter, John reached out and his hand came back with a small tube – lubrication, obviously.
I held still, knowing what was about to happen and yet completely unwilling to back out.
‘He’s going to fuck me, isn’t he?’ I pondered as I felt John’s fingers slide over my hole – and in a few seconds his slippery digit was inside me once more, sending hot vibrations all through me.
‘Oooooh wowwww!’ I groaned as a second finger joined the first – but there was no more than a tiny sensation of pain and then it was gone, to be replaced by a needy feeling – a need to be filled, properly!
John’s fingers were making my hips thrust back at him and I was hardly aware that he’d withdrawn them until I felt some more pressure on my arsehole.
“Relax – push out,” he said and I did so, willing his penis to slide inside.
And he was in me – way inside, so easily!
“Oh God,” I groaned as I felt his penis moving around, “That’s different. That’s so strange….but it’s nice – I like it.”
“Knew you would,” said John as he began sliding his cock in and out more quickly, “Always feels good to me, especially when your prostate gets rubbed.”
“Ooooooohhh,” my voice quivered as his cock stimulated my internal organs, “Ooooooohhh yeahhhh!”
“More?” asked John and I nodded rapidly. He increased his pace and I could hear and feel his thighs slapping against my buttocks as we twisted around and fucked wildly. This was getting good – and I realised that it was so much more stimulating that having sex with a girl – I could get to like this!
John was panting now and thrusting harder, his entire penis jamming itself hard up into my bowels, skewering me on his shaft of solid flesh.
My cock was leaking profusely too, threads of precum drooling onto my thigh almost as if I was cumming.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” said John, not giving me an option and I realised that was exactly what I wanted.
“Yes – yes – fill me up!” I cried, “Give me your sperm – right up inside me!”
“Any minute,” groaned John, still hammering his erection into my hole, “Nearly – nearly….! Oh fuck – here I cum!”
Suddenly I felt a warm pressure inside me – his powerful thrust driving his spunk up into my anus; spraying into my bowels; heating my insides as his cock gushed his cum time after time.
“Fuck – fuck!” cried John as his final thrusts sent the last waves of cum into me, “Oh yeahhhhh – oooh fuck, that’s lovely! Oh I needed that – that was good!”
I pulled John to me and kissed him – I think he was so shocked that for a moment he didn’t respond but soon we were once again exchanging more bodily fluids as our mouths made love to each other. Eventually we parted, although John’s penis was still firmly inside me.
“Ok to come out?” he asked, “Put your hand there – feel me slide out and then put your hand over your hole to catch anything that leaks while I find a towel.”
I reached down and wrapped my fingers round his still hard, very slippery penis, feeling him sliding through my fingers and out of my body. A moment of emptiness came over me before I remembered to move my hand and I felt wetness on my hand as I covered my hole.
Very quickly however John gave me a towel and I replaced my hand – a hand that I now saw was covered in his sticky white cum. I nearly licked it off but chose instead to use the towel.
I scrambled up the bed until I lay alongside John, the pair of us breathing hard and glowing with sexual satisfaction – although my erection said that there was unfinished business about.
I looked at John and raised my eyebrows to indicate my total surprise.
“Wowww – I can’t believed we just did that,” I said, genuinely shocked at the way I’d just allowed all these homosexual things to happen to me….me, an out-and-out pussy hound!
“Liked it though – that was excellent – so different,” I said.
John was smiling at me and now he laid one hand on my chest.
“You’re shocked!” he said, laughing quietly, “How do you think I feel? Never ever thought you’d be in here with me having just had a good fuck!”
My mind was a turmoil of strange thoughts; visions of rampant cocks, sprays of cum, clenching arseholes and hairy bodies mixing and sliding past my mental viewing screen and then I was brought back to reality as I felt John’s hand sliding down my body. Soon it grasped my erect penis and started wanking it and my mind began to concentrate on the feelings he was bringing.
“I’d nearly forgotten you,” said John, leaving my cock and sitting up beside me, “You still need to cum again don’t you….can I suck you off like I did earlier?”
Unbidden, John slid down the bed until his head was at my groin – his warm breath on my thigh.
His hands slid over my thighs and abdomen and closed in on my throbbing erection; in moments he was grasping it and seconds later I felt the hotness of his mouth as it closed around my knob.
“Uuuuuhhh!” I gasped with pleasure, John’s lips and tongue already working away at the sensitive parts of my penis, “Oooh that’s nice!”
I shut my eyes and squirmed with pleasure as John stimulated my excited penis, his active mouth, lips and tongue working hard to extract my sperm – to make me erupt.
And erupt was what I was soon going to do – because although I’d had my share of orgasms today, my penis was still incredibly sensitive and aroused and felt as if one slight action would make him erect; one quick wank would make him explode!
“John – John,” I groaned, “I’m going to cum – ever so soon, I just know it!”
He lifted his mouth briefly.
“Yes Tony, you cum when you’re ready mate,” he said and he lowered his head once more, his hand now assisting his mouth to bring me off.
Just a few more minutes I managed to hold out; my body increasingly out of my control before I cried out.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh – cummming – cummmming!” I cried as John’s hand and sucking mouth drove me over the top, “Yessssss! Oh shiiiiit – ooooo, ooooooo, oooooooohhh!”
My hips were thrusting up into John’s mouth, firing off energetic blasts of hot cum; filling his mouth – even overflowing.
“Aaaaaahh!” I groaned as yet another pulse of cum left my cock, “Oh God……!”
Slowly all feeling left me and I sank back flat on the bed – my body drained of all emotion and all my spunk too.
John sat up and looked down at my rapidly wilting penis – his mouth glistening with slippery juices and turned towards me. He opened his mouth to show me that it was almost completely filled with my offering; strands of spunk hung down and pools of cum puddled on his tongue….. He shut his mouth and I saw his throat work as he swallowed it, a look of pleasure sliding over his face.
He opened his mouth once more to let me see his tongue now cleaning up the last of my spunk; then he closed it once more and swallowed again.
“Delicious mate,” he said happily, “Nectar – bloody nectar!”
I slapped his leg gently to cover my embarrassment at his praise of something, which until yesterday had been only of interest to my girlfriends and me.
“Can’t be that good!” I exclaimed.
“I’ll need some more samples then,” said John, chuckling, “Might taste better still tomorrow.”
“What you mean, tomorrow?” I replied, a bit worried about the implications…..
“You mean to tell me that after everything we’ve done today, you won’t want to do it again?” asked John, his face looking hard at mine, “I thought you enjoyed yourself….you even had eyes for Pete’s cock, didn’t you?”
Now I felt totally embarrassed – he’d got me!
“No – no, I mean yes, oh I don’t know!” I blundered about, feeling in my mind for the right response, “Look, it’s been a bit of a trip for me – don’t know if I’m coming or going!”
“Definitely been coming! Lot’s of that!” said John with a wink, “But I know how you feel – all shaken up mentally. So let’s calm it all down, eh.”
“Yeah – I’d like that,” I said, feeling relieved that the conversation was ending, “Anyway, I ought to get home.”
“What’s the rush – what for?” John said, using more logic than I possessed at this moment, “There’s no-one there now your girlfriend’s gone; the house will be lonely and boring and I’ve got some nice thick steaks for the barbeque I was going to enjoy – so stay!”
The mention of food and especially barbequed steaks focussed my mind on the important things in life – getting my belly filled.
“Mushrooms, tomatoes, salad, beer, wine…..” said John seemingly realising that this was the way to my heart – the way to keep me, “Stay then?”
“Yeah – ok, you’re on!” I said and with a quick high-five between us we rose from the bed; shot in and out of the shower and padded downstairs to find our clothes.
And now that I was back in more ‘domestic’ surroundings and with some clothes on I felt fine again.
‘What’s wrong with staying for a meal?’ I thought, ‘What was I going to have – a microwave dinner – yuk! A steak sounds a lot nicer – and some company!’
“Ok John,” I said, “Find me a lager and I’ll be fine! And then I’ll help with the barbie, if you want.”
“You just relax,” said John with two chilly cans in his hands, “Enjoy yourself. It’s a gas-fired barbeque so it won’t take much to get it up and running – you just enjoy your drink.”
John bustled around with plates and utensils and such.
“There’s loads more cans in the fridge – help yourself when you need to,” he said as he breezed out onto the patio.
I sank back into the settee once more, now feeling totally relaxed.
Ok – there was still the worry that I’d been having gay sex – but had I hated it? No way – I’d had a fucking good time, I decided!
Soon a second can was needed and I took one outside for John who accepted it cheerfully. Delicious smells of steak and all kinds of other things were now filling the still evening air around us, making my tummy rumble.
“Could eat a horse!” I said to John and he laughed.
“No mate, this is prime beef – Scottish beef – no way did it have reins on it!” he laughed, “Won’t be too long now. How do you like it, by the way?”
“Bit rare please,” I said, my mouth now watering, “Anything I can do?”
“Yeah – get two more cans and then go and sit at the table and wait!” he said as more sizzling noises filled the air, “Coming on nicely.”
To be honest I’d make a lousy food critic – I just like tasty food – full stop – and plenty of it! And that’s what John served up – a massive steak with all kinds of ‘extras’ and with exotic fragrances filling my mouth and nose I just plain tucked in – John joining me moments later.
I’m not going to go into what we else we ate or just what it tasted of – suffice to say that it wasn’t long before we’d both finished – both of us with grease-smeared faces and happy grins.
“Good?” he asked and I raised my can to toast the meal.
“Bloody good!” I replied, “Best steak I’ve had in years – well, ever, probably! Well done!”
“Cheers!” said John draining his third can, “Phew! I’m full.”
“And me!” I replied, “Got room for a few more beers though!”
“There’s another twelve-pack in the cupboard,” said John, “I’ll top up the fridge now.”
We both rose up and began clearing away the debris of the meal and it wasn’t long before everything was done and tidied away and we stood side by side to survey the tidy scene.
I turned towards John and put my arm around his waist to give him a quick ‘thank you’ hug but as I did so, John turned towards me and his own arms came round me too.
And face to face, chest to chest, belly to belly we looked into each other’s eyes.
“I’ve had a lovely evening,” I said, “Thank you so much!”
“Want to thank me?” asked John, “Come and kiss me then.”
He puckered up his lips and held them out theatrically to me and somehow I just had to do it.
I leaned closer and touched my lips to his, instantly feeling his tongue pushing between my lips. But rather than be horrified I responded by sucking it into my mouth; then my lips relaxed and in moments we were into a full-blown snog! Our arms and hands were holding and exploring each other’s backs as our mouths explored each other; I never realised just how prehensile a tongue could be…..until we eventually came up for air.
“Phew – that was intense!” I said, still holding John in my arms, “Let’s sit down.”
John was sensible and didn’t push things and with new cans in our hands we sat in the two armchairs, me at least feeling buzzed and a bit light-headed, but happy and relaxed once more.
Slowly our conversation meandered round, carefully avoiding anything sexual – the cricket, football, the weather – even politics and the pile of empty cans grew.
And finally John stood up.
“Time to shut up shop, I think, I’m a bit pissed,” he said as he swayed a bit unsteadily.
I looked at him through unsteady eyes and grinned at him.
“Me too!” I said, “Not complaining though!”
I remained seated while John busied himself around the house before he returned.
“Come on then, up you come,” he said, pulling me to my feet.
“Where we goin'” I mumbled.
“Up to bed – time for some sleep,” John said.
“Yeah – good idea!” I agreed with him and arm in arm we helped each other to mount the stairs. John guided me to the toilet where I gratefully began to unload several gallons of used lager and a few minutes later John joined me.
“Finished?” he asked as I moved a bit unsteadily aside, “Good.”
With that he pulled his penis out and began pissing – leaving me leaning against the wall beside him and soon he too had finished.
“Come on then,” he said, pulling me across the hall to his bedroom, “Get your clothes off and get in.”
“Aren’t I goin’ home?” I asked, my befuddled brain hardly working at all now.
“Plenty of room here!” said John, pushing my shorts down for me and soon leaving me naked. He pushed me backwards gently and I just fell onto the bed and a few moments later I felt the bed move as John got in too.
“Why am I in here?” I managed to ask.
“‘Cos you’re not fit to go home,” said John, “Now roll over and go to sleep!”
“Yeah – alright – good night,” I mumbled and that was the last I remembered……
I woke up and rolled over to blearily glance at the alarm clock – it was a different one – oh so what. It told me it was 8:53 – so today must be Saturday or Sunday – otherwise I’d be up and out at work by now. Well, I hoped that was the case!
I rolled back and came face to face with a gently relaxed masculine face, sleeping contentedly on the pillow, a happy smile playing on his countenance.
Oh God yes – I’d spent the night with John – in John’s bed – with him. In the nude too!
Did I do anything stupid in the night – I can’t remember…..
My wandering eyes also took in two cans of lager by the bed – oh yes, we’d downed more than a few last night too, hadn’t we?
My gaze fell back to John, still blissfully asleep with his upper body partially uncovered. My eyes almost naturally dropped to his chest, firm and nicely bronzed and tipped with his little brown nipples.
And then it all started coming back to me……
I remembered sucking on those nipples last night; running my hands over his warm invitingly hard flesh as I filled my hands with his muscles.
I remembered working my way down his body, rolling him over and kissing him between his quivering buttocks in the valley where some time soon I’d slide my rampant cock. I remembered sliding further down to poke my tongue into his anus and kiss his puckered skin with my lips.
I remembered working my way back around, my hands now leaving his buttocks to caress the smooth, sleek flesh of his waist and hips. I remembered his wiry patch of trimmed pubic hair tickling my chin before I lowered my mouth onto his upstanding erection.
He tasted so sweet, so erotically sexy, so desirable – I couldn’t help but work my tongue into the little hole at the tip to explore the source of his delicious fluids.
I remember John’s body jerking violently as I sucked at his cock, licking up his copious lubrication before slithering down to allow more of his penis into my mouth. It felt huge in my mouth – and truthfully, I was just loving being able to suck on it!
I remember that I sank my mouth over his erection and sucked away, my tongue sliding and dancing over the tumescent flesh while beneath me his whole body seemed to be in motion – waves of excitement were rippling through him as I brought him towards his climax.
Then John was crying out, groaning and gasping in ecstasy as his orgasm peaked – his hips thrusting his cock hard into my mouth as I continued to stimulate him until he could take no more.
And now I remembered the feeling of sperm being ejected into my mouth; the feeling of warm slippery spunk sliding down my throat; the glow inside me as I accepted his offering.
I shook my head in wonderment…..
‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘What a difference a day made!’
What a difference a day made, twenty four little hours,
Brought the sun and the flowers where there use to be rain.
My yesterday was blue dear,
Today I’m a part of you dear,
My lonely nights are through dear,
Since you said you were mine.