Dominic and I were neighbours and boyhood friends. We’d known each other most of our lives, we’d gone through school together, stayed over in each other’s houses, even gone camping together along with our families and done pretty much everything else that two boys growing up are likely to do. Then one day as we were taking a shortcut home from the sports club through an abandoned factory site when we saw something that had a profound effect on our future.
It began when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look and saw two men near the sidewall of an old loading bay, deep in the heart of the site. For a moment I thought they were just standing talking and I wondered why they would choose such an out of the way place for a chat, but then I saw what they were actually doing.
‘Hey Dom.’ I called quietly. ‘Look over there.’
‘What is it?’ He asked, peering along my pointing arm.
‘Look!’ I hissed.
‘Oh my god, Callum.’ He exclaimed as he suddenly realised what he was looking at.
The two men, both in their late twenties I would guess, one bleached blond and one dark haired, were standing more or less facing each other and each had their fly open – and each had a hand around the other’s cock, wanking each other off. Now I have to explain at this point that we were young, but not too young to understand what it meant. I mean I’d reached my eighteenth birthday a couple of months before and Dominic was a few weeks older than me, although I don’t think he’d had a girlfriend yet. So we knew what being straight or gay meant and the concept didn’t faze us, but we were still a bit naive and what we hadn’t expected was to come across two bona fide gay men in our little town. I guess we sort of understood that there must be a few but to actually encounter two of them came as a bit of a shock.
We cautiously moved a bit closer under the cover of some straggly bushes that had grown up and for a while we just stood and watched, fascinated by what we were seeing. Then I noticed that Dominic was fidgeting and a quick darting look to the side told me all I needed to know. The sight before us seemed to be turning him on, and he was trying to adjust his lengthening cock within his jeans.
‘Getting a hard on?’ I whispered, chuckling to myself at his predicament.
‘So are you.’ He countered quietly, pointing at the front of my jeans.
I hadn’t even noticed the bulge in my front where my cock was trying to straighten out under my clothes, but now that I had I felt a bit embarrassed about it. Gay sex was not supposed to turn two straight young men on.
‘We shouldn’t be watching this.’ I told him, feeling slightly anxious. I didn’t want to get caught, not by the men themselves or by anyone who might recognise us and wrongly include us in the same gay category.
‘Then they shouldn’t do it where other people might see them.’ He pointed out, peering at the two men while massaging the outline of his cock through his jeans.
‘Looks as though you’re ready to join in.’ I teased him softly, looking pointedly at what he was doing.
‘I don’t think so.’ He said, suddenly defensive. ‘But you have to admit, it does make you want a wank.’
‘Don’t let me stop you.’ I told him, frowning because my cock was agreeing with him even though my mind was dead against it.
‘I won’t.’ He told me, still stroking himself while we both stared at two men wanking in front of us without any idea that they were being observed.
At that moment I didn’t think he meant it, but a minute or two later I heard the sound of his zip being cautiously undone and he began fishing for his cock.
‘You’re not going to…?’ I hissed, alarmed at what he was doing.
‘Why not?’ He asked. ‘They are.’
That was true, but that was no reason for him to do the same as far as I was concerned. I glared meaningfully at him as he twisted around to ease his erect cock through his fly, but he just grinned bashfully at me and began to rub himself off. I just hoped he wouldn’t want me to do it as well.
‘What if somebody sees us?’ I asked him worriedly.
‘If anybody comes along they’ll be too busy watching that pair to notice us behind these bushes,’ He explained reasonably, moving his stance so that he could wank more firmly.
I was getting more and more concerned. I don’t like the idea of spying on people anyway, and I certainly didn’t like the idea of someone seeing me spying on these two men with Dominic wanking away alongside me. I could easily have been branded as gay, and I wasn’t, even though I had to admit to myself that I was breathing more deeply and my cock was as hard as iron inside my jeans. It was a difficult situation and I didn’t know how to handle it. I could have left him to it, I know that, but I couldn’t do that to a friend and so I just stood there feeling uncomfortable – in both senses of the word.
I felt even more discomforted a few minutes later when the blond man dropped to his knees in front of the other and took his cock in his mouth. Dominic and I both just stood and stared for a minute or so, unable to move or even speak, stunned by witnessing our first gay blow job. It had never occurred to either of us that a man might actually want to suck another man’s cock like that. I thought it was the sort of thing that only happened in porn films, not in real life.
For a while we stood watching the blond man’s head bobbing back and forth over his friend’s cock, one hand around the shaft and the other gripping his partner’s waist to hold him still, while the darker of the two stood, slightly bowlegged, his head tipped back with pleasure and his hands resting on the first man’s shoulders. Then Dominic’s hand began to move again as he returned his own wanking. He looked as though he was going for gold, and so I stepped to one side a couple of feet, wanting to make sure to avoid any wayward droplets when he did reach his climax.
I realised then that I had no wish to leave any longer; I was fascinated by what was happening and I was feeling increasingly turned on, although I hated to admit it. That didn’t mean I didn’t still feel uncomfortable, because I did, although now I wasn’t sure if it was because of what I was seeing both in front and beside me, or because of the way I was feeling about it. I was beginning to wish I had enough courage to take my own cock out and follow Dominic’s lead.
Fortunately I didn’t have to worry for too much longer, because very soon Dominic’s hand began to work faster and a faraway look of total concentration came over his face, and at almost the same time the dark haired man moved to clamp his blond partner’s head firmly onto his cock, that same remote expression on his face too. I was about to witness two male climaxes, something I had never expected to see and something that I didn’t know how to react to now it looked like happening.
It was the dark haired gay man who came first. Neither Dominic or I could see him shoot of course, but we saw his hips begin to twitch and his hand grab more firmly onto the other’s head and we knew what was happening even before we heard his groans of pleasure. And I think it was the sound of that man’s pleasure that did it for Dominic, because he suddenly let out a low growl and his cum was spattering down on the leaves and onto the grass around his feet. He lurched forward as his climax overtook him, grabbing at branches of our concealing bushes to steady himself, rustling them alarmingly.
I saw blond man’s eyes flick across to where we were hiding, but I for the moment he was too busy trying to swallow the other’s cum to worry about what he might have heard. Even so I was very anxious to get away in case the pair came over to investigate. Dominic seemed just as worried because even before he’d rubbed out the last few drops he was busy tucking his slippery cock away.
‘Come on Dom.’ I whispered urgently. ‘I think they heard us.’
Dominic nodded and we both beat a hasty and frightened retreat, neither of us really sure if we’d been seen but wanting to escape anyway. Of course, as soon as our getaway was secure and our heartbeat had returned to normal we giggled like children all the way home, both of us making lewd and corny jokes about what we had witnessed.
When we met up again it seemed we had made an unspoken pact that the incident was not to be mentioned again, for it was as if it had never happened. Perhaps in Dominic’s case it was because he was bothered by what he had done and what others might make of it, and perhaps myself because I was bothered by what I hadn’t done. Whatever the explanation, we just didn’t talk about it. As for the short cut through the old factory grounds, we automatically went that way every chance we got, both well aware of why we were going that way but neither admitting it to the other. I’m not sure what we would have done if the two gays had been there again, but it never happened and so I never found out. But that wasn’t the end of the matter, far from it, although it was more than a month before Dominic hesitantly raised the subject again.
We were in his room sitting on his bed. The rest of his family had gone out and so we had the run of the house, but somehow we still found ourselves in his bedroom. Habit I suppose. Anyway, he suddenly turned to me and asked me quietly what my thoughts were about that day.
‘How do you mean?’ I asked in return, unsure what he was getting at.
‘Well, did it turn you on watching them?’
I couldn’t really deny that it had got to me, he’d seen that I was sporting a damn great erection even though I’d not taken it out like he had. I hedged my answer.
‘Yes, I suppose it might have done.’ I told him cautiously. ‘A bit anyway.’
‘So why didn’t you do what I did?’ He asked. ‘Or did it embarrass you, me wanking off like that?’
‘No it didn’t bother me.’ I decided to be truthful with him. ‘I wanted to do it too, but to be honest I was too scared of being seen.’
Being reminded of that blond man sucking his friend’s cock had made my cock begin to stiffen, and that’s something not easy to hide from someone you’re sitting next to on a bed. I shuffled about uneasily. But then, he was already sporting a hard on himself.
‘Shame,’ He commented. ‘I would like to have seen you do it.’
There was a pause while we both thought about what we’d seen and what might have been, and then he asked me. ‘Would it have bothered you for me to see you?’
‘No.’ I shook my head, not thinking. ‘It was other people I was worried about.’
Mainly it was the thought of someone I knew spotting me wanking at the sight of two gay men and thinking I was gay too. But I had left myself open for his next question.
‘So can we watch each other now?’
My internal reactions swung alarmingly, all the way from an incredulous ‘you must be joking’ to an enthusiastic ‘that sounds a fantastic’. On the outside I just sat there and gazed at him with my mouth open.
‘C’mon Callum.’ He encouraged me. ‘Let’s do it, nobody will know.’
He seemed to take my silence as at least a tacit agreement because he started to unzip his fly, fishing inside to find his cock. I simply watched, but my heart was beginning to beat faster and not just for what I was seeing. In the end I gave in, overcoming my trepidation and undoing my own fly, surrendering to what in reality I actually wanted to do.
If you’ve never sat on a bed next to a friend with your jeans open and your cock in your hand, then take it from me it’s a weird but strangely exciting experience. Especially when that friend reminds you of what started it all off in the first place.
‘We’re like those two gay guys now, Callum.’ He told me, fondling his shaft in long languid strokes.
‘No, we’re not Dom.’ I told him nervously. ‘They were doing it to each other.’
‘True.’ He acknowledged. ‘Well, we can do that if you want.’
He made it sound as if it were a joke, as if he didn’t mean it, and at the time that’s how I took it, but in retrospect I think he was just testing the waters.
‘No, we’re bloody well not.’ I told him firmly, too firmly, contradicting the quick buzz of excitement I felt at the thought.
‘Okay, okay.’ He grinned knowingly, stroking himself more firmly.
I couldn’t help but follow his example and for a while we sat beside each other, silently masturbating, the only sounds the quick little gasps we both gave as darts of pleasure hit us. I wasn’t embarrassed, even when his head turned to look at me or mine turned to look at him, but I was very self conscious and anxious about the implications of what was happening.
‘Nice?’ Dominic asked after a while.
I nodded. ‘Yes, what about for you?’
‘Yes, nice.’ He nodded back, an excited smile on his face.
There was another brief pause while we wanked and gazed at each other’s cocks before he spoke again.
‘I wonder what a blow job is like.’
‘I don’t know.’ I told him. ‘But it looked nice when those two guys were doing it.’
You must remember, we were relatively young and inexperienced then, and I’d never had a blow job from anyone, male or female. But it had looked good. I can even remember the look of pure ecstasy on that guy’s face as his friend sucked him. Just picturing it in my mind’s eye was making my erection harder, even though it was two guys doing it without a girl in sight. Dominic’s voice broke into my reverie.
‘I’ll have to try it one day.’
‘Yeah, me too.’
Once more we lapsed into thoughtful silence as we wanked and, although I don’t know for sure what he was thinking about, I know what was occupying my thoughts, and that was having a mouth wrapped around my cock. It had to be a female mouth though. Nevertheless, watching Dominic’s hand slide up and down his shaft and seeing his purple head keep disappearing under his foreskin only to reappear looking shinier than ever was doing my own arousal no harm at all.
I suppose it’s a normal thing, but we quickly found that we had fallen into step, doing it at the same pace, hands moving in unison so that we were masturbating in sync, then realising it and smiling to each other while we licked dry lips and breathed more and more deeply. I could see that his eyes were fastened on my cock now, just as mine were on his, and that seemed to increase the excitement. I’d never been watched wanking before and, to be honest, I loved the sensation of erotic wickedness it gave me.
I expected Dom to be the first to cum, after all he had done it before, but to my surprise I found that delicious sensation creeping up on me long before he gave any indication. Instinctively I pushed my free hand into jeans to cup my balls, massaging them and rolling them in my palm as I began to wank faster, my eyes rolling back with pleasure.
‘You gonna come?’ He asked breathlessly.
‘Yes.’ I answered shortly, unable to say more.
‘Good, go for it Callum.’ I heard him say. ‘I want to see you shoot your load.’
I had every intention of going for it, and I wanted him to see me shoot, but it was still nice to hear his encouragement. I was getting close, my hand was pistoning up and down my shaft and my hands were squeezing my sac.
‘Nearly.’ I gasped out, wanting him to pay attention.
‘I won’t be long either.’ He replied, the first indication that he was getting there as well.
I nodded and flicked another quick glance at his rock hard cock before closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations of my rapidly approaching climax. I did what I always did when I come, as soon as I felt the pressure getting too much to hold back I stopped wanking so fast and instead I squeezed my cock and ran my hand up and down it slowly and firmly, as if trying to milk myself. That always does it for me, it makes the feelings so good they’re almost unbearable and I found myself groaning out loud as I got there.
My climax was a good one. The sensations were incredible, building in the base of my cock and then rushing out to every bit of my body as I came. I felt my cum run along my cock and burst out of the end in big long spurts, my hips lifting and my groans coming in time to each one. At the end I just sagged back, my body trembling, my breath coming in quick gasps and my heart pounding as if I’d run a mile.
‘I’m coming.’
I’d almost forgotten about Dominic seated beside me. I shot a look sideways where he was slumped back on one elbow while his other hand pumped at his cock. I kept watching, and I was just in time to see him climax, his cum gushing out in a series of quick jets, the first few heavy and prolonged, fading then until the last simply welled out and ran slowly down his cock onto his fingers. He didn’t make the noises I had, he just gasped quietly, but when it was over he was panting and trembling just as much as I was. We looked at each other and then at our wilting cocks and burst into self conscious giggles.
Our next problem was cleaning ourselves up. It had been a spur of the moment thing and so we hadn’t made any preparations, not even having tissues handy, so that now we both had slimy hands and cum on our t-shirts and jeans. We made our way to the bathroom, trying not to get cum anywhere else, and washed our hands before wiping down our clothes with a facecloth. Then we washed the facecloth as best we could and then left it in the laundry basket, not the greatest way to do things, but the best we could come up with at the time.
‘Next time we’ll take our things off first.’ Dominic muttered.
‘Do you want there to be a next time?’ I exclaimed, taken aback.
‘Yes, don’t you?’ He looked surprised that I needed to ask the question; as if communal wanking was something we’d already planned on making a habit of. But planned or not, there was a next time. It came about three weeks later when his folks were out once more, and this time Dominic had it planned. We were in his bedroom once again when I noticed a box of tissues on his cupboard. I guessed straight away why they were there and the realisation of what he had in mind did give me a quiet thrill, although I figured I’d make him tell me. It took him all of ten minutes before he broached the subject.
‘You remember what we did the last time we were here?’ He asked a little nervously.
‘Yeah, we were a right pair of wankers, weren’t we?’ I told him, making light of it.
He pointed to the tissues. ‘Well if it happens again, we won’t get in such a mess.’
‘We won’t get in any mess at all if it doesn’t happen again.’ I told him, sounding much more serious than I intended. His face fell when he thought I wasn’t game for a second go.
‘Shall I go and put them back then?’ He asked, pointing at the tissues,
‘Where did you get them from?’ I asked.
‘From my sister’s room.’ He told me. ‘She uses them to take off makeup.’
His sister, Helena, is three or four years older than us, and I must say that even if she hadn’t been a friend’s sister I could never fancy her. She is just too damn fat. She is also a Goth who seems to wear four pounds of dark eye makeup on each eye. Not my type, although she is actually a very nice girl.
‘And with her war paint she’ll need every damn one of them.’ I told him, grinning.
He stood up to take them back, bridling at the implied insult to his sister. ‘All right, smart arse, very funny.’
‘Sorry Dom, I didn’t mean it nastily, and don’t put them back yet.’ I told him, feeling suddenly anxious that I’d missed the boat. ‘You never know, we might find a use for some of them.’
I suppressed a grin as the cloud lifted from his face and I realised it wasn’t too late. I hadn’t realised just how much I wanted us to have our simultaneous wank. My cock twitched in relief and began to uncoil inside my jeans.
‘If we take our things off we won’t need so many of them, and then she won’t notice.’ Dominic pointed out; smiling as he saw he’d caught me out with that one.
‘Okay, you win.’ I made myself sound reluctant, although in truth my cock hardened at the thought.
We stripped off, leaving our clothes on the other side of the bed, well out of the way of any errant blobs, and then sat there side by side, unfamiliar with each other’s nudity and each staring at the other’s erection. I can’t say for Dominic, but I was far more excited than I either expected or wanted to be.
‘Have you ever used oil on your cock when you wank?’ He asked me.
I hadn’t a clue what he was on about. ‘No, why would I?’ I was thinking bicycle oil.
‘I use some of my sister’s bath oil sometimes. It feels really good when your cock’s all slippery.’ He looked at me. ‘Wanna try?’
‘All right.’ I didn’t see that a slippery cock would make it feel any different, but why not?
He stood up and pattered barefoot into his sister’s room, returning waving a small brown bottle. ‘It says “relaxation oil” on the label, but it doesn’t make me relax.’ He laughed knowingly. ‘Hold your hand out.’
I did as he asked and he poured a little pool of oil into my palm before doing the same for himself. It smelled vaguely familiar, like some kind of old fashioned flower scent, but I couldn’t place it. He must have seen the puzzled look on my face as I sat there smelling my palm.
‘It’s supposed to be lavender oil.’ He told me. ‘Rub it on your cock.’
Again I did as I was asked, massaging the oil all along my shaft and over the head of my cock. It felt good, and I mean really good, just like he had said. It made my cock so sensitive I almost flinched from the sensation as my thumb ran over my tip. Outdated scent or not, that oil felt wonderful.
‘Nice, isn’t it?’ He asked, doing the same thing.
I just nodded silently, feeling even more randy and excited.
‘Shall we?’ He raised questioning eyebrows.
I licked my lips and nodded, running fingers tentatively along my cock. ‘Let’s do it.’
We sat side by side on the edge of the bed, running our hands along our cocks, just enjoying the sensations of an oily cock and getting used to doing it with an audience again. I suppose really we were more playing than actively wanking. We didn’t say anything as we played, the little excited breaths and the occasional glance and grin was all the communication we needed. Dominic had his eyes pinned to my cock most of the time and I felt strangely pleased about it, but then I couldn’t stop staring at his hand travelling up and down his shiny shaft either.
‘This is good.’ He said suddenly, sounding a little breathless. ‘Don’t you think so?’
‘Yes.’ I answered simply.
‘What does your cock feel like?’
He didn’t specify and so I assumed he meant how did it feel like coated in oil?
‘Lovely, nice and slippery. It’s making me harder than ever.’
‘Let me feel.’
His request caught me way out. It was something I really hadn’t expected and I didn’t know how to answer. In fact I was so surprised that I stopped doing anything and just started at him with a blank look on my face. But then he took the fact that I’d stopped playing with myself as an invitation and he reached over to take hold of my cock. This time I was too shocked even to resist, I just let him do it.
In hindsight maybe I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t. At first I was pulled two ways, half of me alarmed at the prospect of another guy playing with me, while the other part felt excited at something so new and so wrong. And of course, the longer I let him carry on the less I wanted to object, until the time to resist had passed and I just let him carry on. I liked it. I know I shouldn’t but I did. Regardless of my innate objections I liked having another guy wanking me off, his hand sliding up and down my shaft. It’s nice doing it for yourself, but having someone else do it means you can concentrate on the sensation without having it blurred by the feel of your cock in your hand. It’s why some guys like to sit on their hand until it goes numb and then do it, or so I’m told.
I wondered for a moment or two if Dominic expected me to reciprocate, but the way he had twisted around to reach over to me made that virtually impossible, and so I just leaned back on my elbows and let him wank me. In any case I liked what he was doing and I pushed away the vague thought that I might have to do it for him.
He didn’t quite know how I liked to do it, and to an extent I was in shock at what was happening, with the result that he didn’t get me going quite as much as I would done to myself. It was going to take longer, but I didn’t care, I liked the feeling too much. I would never have believed that I would ever let another guy play with my cock, let alone enjoy it. However, that didn’t prepare me for what happened next.
He paused what he was doing, not a definite pause, but more of a hesitation as if he were unsure if he should continue. Then he carried on, his hand running up and down my shaft, only to pause again a minute or so later. I wondered if he thought I didn’t like it, although my steel hard cock should have told him that I did. But then he reached for the tissues, taking a few and wiping my cock with them.
‘What…?’ I asked him, puzzled.
‘Relax.’ He whispered. ‘Don’t worry, I’m going to finish you.’
I was still puzzled, but I just watched him clean my shaft before reaching for the bottle of oil again. I shrugged to myself as he poured some into his palm, thinking perhaps it had got a bit of grit or something in the first lot. But he didn’t massage it into my cock; instead he cupped my balls in his slippery palm and started to play with them, rolling them around in his hand. I was about to say something, to tell him that I wanted him to wank me properly, when he did something totally unexpected. He lowered his head and took my erection into his mouth, just like the blond man in the disused factory. Instinctively I pulled backwards a little, more from astonishment than aversion, but it was enough to make him release me and look up.
‘Let me do it.’ He begged quietly. ‘I want to suck you off.’
I nodded my agreement, surprise giving way to excitement and making any possible objections a thing of the past, and I let myself lay back so that he could continue. This time when his mouth closed over my cock I was ready for it and I was relaxed enough to enjoy it more. As I have said before, I’d never been given a blow job by anyone, and I certainly hadn’t thought I’d get one from Dominic, so I wasn’t expecting the exquisite sensation of his tongue sweeping in circles around the head of my cock. It was wonderful and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning with pleasure. I was being swept along on a wave of illicit enjoyment. Even the feel of his hand kneading my balls felt nice enough for me to part my legs as far as I could to give him better access.
Soon he began taking more of my cock into his mouth, his lips sliding up and down my shaft as his head nodded over me. At the same time his hand moved over my balls, gripping them gently before letting his fingers skate up and down my crack.
I was lost in the pleasure of it all, even when his fingers worked their way further down my crack until the tip of his forefinger found my anus I didn’t notice – or maybe didn’t care, I’m not sure which. Then realisation struck and I attempted to close my legs and pull away, although it was more an instinctive protest than any real wish for him to stop. He didn’t stop; he lifted his head but gripped my balls in his palm and held on to me.
‘Let me do it, Callum.’ He whispered urgently. ‘I just want to make you come.’
I believed him, or I convinced myself I did, for I relaxed, maybe a little reluctantly, but I leaned back down and opened my legs once more. It was all very new to me, this contact between two guys, but I knew I didn’t really mind, in fact in my heart I was excited by it.
His mouth descended on my cock again, its rock solid erection testament to my genuine feelings, and his hand massaging my sac, with his oily fingertips now openly wriggling at the entrance to my anus, seeking admission. My heart pounded at the thought of what he intended, but I didn’t mind, I just moaned softly as he found his way in, slipping a finger into my rectum and thrusting deep. It felt good this strange invasion, this unfamiliar and yet very stimulating sensation, one that made me want to let him to penetrate me further. I drew my farthest knee up, placing my heel on the bed to give him more room.
One finger now became two as he found my entrance with a second digit and wriggled it into me alongside the first. He was pushing into me now, slippery fingers thrusting in and out, all pretence of massaging my balls forgotten. He was still sucking my cock too, his head moving in time to his thrusting fingers as he blew me and finger fucked me both at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take this for long without coming, and I was right, very soon I began to feel that delicious tightness once again, the fabulous sensation when your balls begin to get ready and your cock starts to feel more and more sensitive.
‘I’m going to come.’ I warned him, but the only difference it made was that he sucked me harder and fingered me faster still.
‘I’m coming.’ This time he looked up at me and nodded with his mouth still working at my cock, letting me know that he understood and that he wanted me to shoot my load anyway.
I didn’t hold back, I don’t think I could have done even if I’d wanted, because my cock exploded into his mouth, that’s the only way I can describe it. I felt my climax get closer and closer, my hips began to twitch and I started to gasp, then just as my balls were about to let go Dom’s fingers were rammed hard into me. He must have realised how close I was and did that to help me come, and was he successful. I gasped loudly as I felt my load race along my cock and burst out into his mouth, spurt after spurt, almost making him choke as he tried to take it all. He was still ramming his fingers up into my rectum, pushing in deeply with every spurt of cum he took in his mouth, until finally I was empty and I suddenly sagged onto the bed, my foot slipping from beside me and dislodging his fingers from my anus. I slumped back then, gasping and panting while he smiled like the cat with the cream, literally licking his lips to find any drop of my cum that he might have let escape.
For several moments we just looked at each other, coming to terms with what had happened, but then Dominic stirred, sitting up straight and showing me his erection. I thought, expected even, that he would ask me to suck him off too – and I would have done it, but he had a different intention.
‘Kneel down.’ He demanded.
I looked at him in astonishment. I understood well enough what he meant to do, and to tell the truth I was so swept up in what we were doing that I didn’t even think of objecting. In fact I was genuinely excited at the prospect. The only thing that bothered me was the speed with which things had developed from a quick mutual wank to a full on sex session in one go. Now I understood why Dominic had never had a girlfriend, he’d never wanted one. Seeing those two men together had triggered things for him and he’d come out to himself. He was gay. I wasn’t, though I must have been teetering on the edge of being bi at least, and maybe that made me hesitate to do as he asked even though I knew I wanted to. Instead I just gaped at him.
‘Go on Callum. Kneel down.’ He repeated. ‘I need it. Go on all fours.’
I guess he did need it, and perhaps so did I, because I submissively did as he asked, kneeling before him with my head resting on my folded arms and my backside high in the air, still breathless from my own climax. From the corner of my eye I saw him reach for the bath oil again and I heard the oily wet noises as he coated his cock. I waited, my heart pounding with frightened excitement, knowing exactly what was going to happen and wanting it to. He shuffled up close behind me and I felt the tip of his cock press gently against my anus.
‘Okay?’ He asked hoarsely.
I looked over my shoulder and nodded, bracing myself. ‘Ready.’
I felt him push against me, his cock pressing into my sphincter. I felt myself gradually open, eased and lubricated by the fingers that had been there before, until finally he was in.
It was a weird, exciting sensation especially when he gripped my hips and pushed himself very slowly in deeper. Dominic is well endowed, but not absurdly so, and yet it felt as if he was going in forever, further and further. By the time I felt his stomach push up against my buttocks I was full, wonderfully, incredibly full. He pulled back a little and then thrust forward, hard, his belly hitting against me.
‘Take it easy.’ I protested quickly, worried. ‘I’m not used to this.’
He stopped, and then slowly pushed his cock back into my rectum as far as it would go. ‘Sorry. Getting carried away.’ He apologised. ‘It feels so good from this end.’
‘It feels good on the receiving end too.’ I told him honestly; surprised with myself that it was true. ‘But do it gently please, let me get used to it.’
He did as I wished, slowly, gently thrusting into me, pressing himself right in and then carefully withdrawing. It felt lovely, the sensation of his cock moving inside me. I know guys aren’t built like girls, but I understood why women like being fucked because so did I. I knelt there and took it, gasping with pleasure as his cock went right in, pushing back at him in an effort to take as much up me as I could. He sensed my pleasure and carefully built up his thrusts, mindful of my anxieties, until he was fucking me properly, thrusting right in hard and fast. Then I could feel his fingers tighten on my hips and I knew he was getting close to coming.
‘Can I come inside you?’ He asked suddenly, his voice taut and urgent.
I hadn’t expected to be asked, in fact I’d not even thought of it, and the question threw me for a moment. But then I knew I wanted it, really wanted it.
‘Yes.’ I gasped from the force of his thrusts as I spoke. ‘Please.’
He groaned behind me at the thought and his thrusts became even more rapid and forceful until he was ramming himself into me as hard as he could. Then I felt him pull back, hesitate and then slam into me, groaning loudly as he came, his cock twitching regularly as he shot his load inside me. I loved it even though I hadn’t expected to. I’d thought to allow him to fuck me in reward for my blow job and just put up with it, but instead I felt good about it. Letting my friend empty his balls into my rectum felt like the best gift I could ever give him as well as being very, very pleasurable for me. I loved every thrust, every spurt, right down to the last little jerk of his cock, until he knelt behind me, his cock wilting inside me, clinging to my hips and using me to steady himself as he got his breath back. Eventually he slumped back onto his haunches and his cock slipped from my anus, letting me feel the cool air waft across my bottom.
‘I didn’t expect us to do that.’ He said eventually, still fighting for breath.
I rolled over, sitting down carefully, not knowing if I’d be sore, and chuckled at his comment. I knew by then that he’s planned it, right down to having his sister’s bath oil available. Yes, it was nice to wank with oily hands, but that, I realised, wasn’t the real reason he’d got it.
‘Maybe, but you wanted us to, didn’t you?’
He looked at me and shrugged, recognizing that I’d understood. ‘Well I thought I’d like us to, but I didn’t know if you’d want to.’
‘So you set it up for you to fuck me?’ I wasn’t angry and I tried to keep my tone friendly. I like girls, but I liked what we’d just done, so I couldn’t be mad, and maybe I was more bisexual than I’d thought
‘It’ll be your turn next time.’ He said, trying unnecessarily to pacify me. ‘You can have me next time.’
‘You think there’ll be a next time?’
‘It would be nice, but if you don’t want to…’ He let his voice trail off.
‘There will be a next time.’ I told him. ‘So stand by to get fucked.’