A gay story: My Awakening Pt. 01 This story is but one of the many fantasies I’ve built in my life. I have decided to put this on paper, because I used to get quite a bit of pleasure out of it.
I hope you do too.
Spelling is as it’s supposed to be… Australian/UK English. LOL
All sex is between persons over the age of 18.
My Awakening
At 30, I was a broken man. My wife of five years had left me for another guy, as it turns out, another asshole with a lot more money than me. I swore to myself that I would never be hurt like that again. I was so devastated and got in a real slump. I swore off women, sex – yes and even masturbation.
I wondered what it was that had turned her off me? I thought, I have a decent body, am considered pretty good looking and have never had any trouble finding sexual partners before we got married. What the fuck?
I never did get an answer and frankly I’m not unhappy that I didn’t, because I found something more important – I found out who I really am.
After being single for a couple of months, I started to regain some of the drive for life, that I’d had earlier in our relationship. I think I went about two and a half months without even touching myself. That’s’ amazing, even for someone with a history of a relatively low sex drive, like me.
I have always had very detailed fantasies, that develop in storyline and actions of the participants to allow me to maximise my reward.
As I gained a renewed interest in life, my fantasies changed, taking a turn that I had never expected, including a scenario I had never explored before – the inclusion of another man. This wasn’t anything that I was concerned about initially, as the guys weren’t any that I recognised and there was no interplay between us. At first the guy in the fantasy was detached from the action, like me watching neighbours go at it, or another guy watching me have sex with a woman.
They quickly developed to the other guy being part of a threesome. They were still heterosexual and so, I felt, no cause for alarm. Soon the occasional verbal interaction found its way into the story, like an encouraging word.
Shortly after, fondling then small kisses appeared in my fantasy. As I explored these newfound interactions, I found that it made me even more turned on. I imagined my lips rubbing against another face with a days worth of stubble. I didn’t really worry about this either and saw it as harmless – our dicks still found themselves in a woman and not in each other.
The level of involvement escalated, always at a pace that I was psychologically comfortable with, gradual but consistent.
My imaginings went from light kissing, to deeply and passionately kissing, adding things like having my arse fondled. Being in a sixty-nine with a woman and having another guy taking her from behind was the next development. I’d imagine watching the other guy’s cock sliding in an out of the woman’s pussy. Seeing the cock covered in the woman’s juices and imagining the mixed smalls of precum and vaginal fluid.
Shortly after my fantasies including men started, I had my first gay fantasy.
I was imagining me being part of a threesome. I was in a sixty-nine with a woman, with me on the bottom and looking up at her pussy, as a guy with about a seven inch dick fucked her doggie style. I was playing with her clit, and rubbing her pussy lips with my fingers, when I reached out with my middle finger, tentatively touching the rib on the underside of the guy’s cock. It was so silky and smooth from her juices.
Direct sexual contact followed, as my fantasy took on a deeper and far more intense pace. I imagined moving my face closer to her pussy and then licking the underside of the guys cock. I limited it to just licking for a while, before allowing my fantasy guy to pull out of the woman and aim his cock at my mouth.
I fantasised that I would open my mouth, taking his cock into it. Slowly at first, just the tip, extending my tongue and swirling it around his glans. It progressed to him fucking my mouth – slowly at first, then with more force.
I imagined extending my tongue, opening my gullet (like you see people swallow a whole glass of beer in one quick gulp), and having his cock slid all the way into my throat. I would hear an imaginary moan and have him reach down and putting his hands behind my head to support it, he would start to fuck my face.
These fantasies got so involved and so detailed, that I didn’t notice the disappearance of women all together for probably some time.
As the scenario developed in my imagination, my guy would grunt and thrust deeper than ever before, giving me a nose full of pubic hair and eye full of balls. The doubts I was having about fantasies with guys going that far disappeared altogether and they became the exclusive subject.
Next, I imagined the guy yelling that he was about to come, imagining him slammed his cock all the way forcefully, and holding it there. I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I imagined feeling his cock swell and spasms rippling down his cock, as he would shoot his juices into my throat. I imagined loving the sensation of his orgasm, the taste of his cum and I would regularly lick him clean after his erection had deflated and his cock was withdrawn from my throat.
Every time I got to that point, I too would cum. Regularly, I would open my eyes, to see my cum all over my belly, chest and neck. I would put three fingers in my mouth, simulating my fantasy cock and I would always slobber all over the fingers and hand.
I thought about how turned on I got about that fantasy. Before the fantasy started, I’d never tasted my own cum, but now I always licked myself clean all over. I loved the taste, and while it was a little salty, my desire for it grew to be something that I had to experience at least five times a week. I loved the texture and smell and thoughts of both would often be enough to get me hard.
Often, after these fantasy sessions, I would drift off to sleep, still sticky with dried cum that I couldn’t lick all of myself.
I did have doubts at times. ‘Was this just fantasy? Had they turned this way because of my marriage break up? And why did this get me so hot? Does this make me gay? And what do I do now?’ I mean just the thought of my fantasy during the day, would give me an instant hard-on. I became almost totally preoccupied by the thought of having a sexual encounter with another guy.
I rationalised though, that I couldn’t understand the veracity of the fantasy, until I was put in a situation with another guy. After all, it was still just a fantasy.
But as Pink Floyd said, “The show must go on.”
So, I continued on with my life. I really didn’t think anything would come of it, so I just let it sit in my life as a fantasy, for a while. I was happy with that status quo, until one day I caught myself checking a guy out.
I was sitting at a cafe alone, eating lunch, when I saw a good-looking guy walk past, with a stunning woman in tow. I had started looking at the woman, but then found myself looking at the guy. He was clearly from Eastern Europe. His face was chiseled, he had strong muscular arms and after he passed me, I saw that he had a really nice ass. At the point I checked my thinking ‘Nice ass? WOW… hold everything… what the hell are you thinking… nice ass?’
It took me a little while to admit to myself that I had psychologically made the transition from fantasy to action. I have always believed that we are judged by our actions, not our thoughts, and this premise gave me cause to reexamine who I was and where I was going in life. I thought a great deal about it and resolved to allow something to happen if the situation presented itself.
I had been approached by guys a couple of times when I was in my late teens and early twenties but had always been more interested in women at the time. The guys that had hit on me were either clumsy or too direct, for me to consider any sort of sexual relationship with them. It wasn’t helped by the fact that I wasn’t friends with the guys that approached me – who knows, that may have caused me to consider such an approach. At the time, I remember being a little flattered, not disturbed or revolted.
As I explored my feelings for men, becoming more comfortable with them, the depth of my fantasies dramatically increased. I started to masturbate at least once a day, sometimes twice, my fantasies now exclusively gay.
I think, in retrospect, the reason that I also started at my local gym, not just to get fit again (which I had needed to do for some time), but because it gave me a good opportunity to ‘look around’ and maybe to present myself as available. Not that I knew what that entailed, or how one went about “letting the message out”, but it was all part of what I sought to explore.
More and more, I felt I wanted to get involved with another man, even just a fleeting sexual experience. Even something as small as a kiss or mutual fellatio, would have been acceptable. At the start I wasn’t confident in whether I’d be willing to “go all the way”. I was happy to wait until I was really comfortable with any guy that I was going to allow to fuck me, or that I was going to fuck.
Because I couldn’t bring myself to go to a bar or actually approach someone, I substituted my insecurity with other items, providing a more realistic edge to my fantasies. I started to use a finger in my ass, quickly progressing to two then three. Then I started to use other things around the house, like candles and before long I thought of using and then bought a six inch vibrator. All the while my fantasies expanding to include new characters and slight variations on the same scenario.
I started to experiment with enema’s, using the bath tap or spa jet from my spa. My fantasies continued to expand and I bought a seven inch life-like dildo. I was really got off on sucking a cock, even though it was plastic one (and left that sort of taste in ones mouth that only latex can), and then fucking myself with it, suction cupped to all sorts of things.
I was in this frame of mind, when I first met a guy at work – Matt. Matt started working in our organisation at the same level as me and we quickly became friends. Although he didn’t have a girlfriend, I was sure that he wasn’t gay – after all he wasn’t effeminate and didn’t look at other guys, not that I knew anyway – but hey, you can always tell right?
What I didn’t connect at the time, was that I wasn’t effeminate either, so why should that exclude him being bi or gay? We worked closely on a number of small projects and quickly developed a pretty good friendship. We often finished a hard week in a bar or having a drink and pizza at work. He never gave me any indication that he was gay, I never caught him perving at me and he never turned the conversation sexual, least of all towards being gay.
After three months, our friendship had developed to the point that I didn’t think anything of his suggestion that we go on a holiday together. We both had one coming up in a month or so.
We started to look around for holidays that we might enjoy. We looked at Island resorts, cruises, group adventure activities, but nothing really appealed to both of us. One day Matt came in to my office with a suggestion for a holiday that I agreed to instantly.
He said that he knew of an outback tour company that offered a ‘drop and leave’ holiday experience in the outback. When he explained that he had been on one a few years ago and the type of things that were on offer, I was convinced.
We picked one that Matt hadn’t heard about – a new one. I couldn’t wait!
Jump to a month later…
We arrived at the airfield early on the first morning of our 10 day holiday. The company offering the holidays was to provide all the gear that we would need, except our clothes. Taking off at about 7, we flew for about two hours in a small twin engine plane, before landing on a very isolated, small, bumpy strip, which was really the remnants of an old road.
During the flight the pilot had given us a detailed map of the area we would be in. The map indicated several landmarks and points of interest. We were told that we would be living in a cave, located in a depression. There was no risk of flooding at that time of the year, plus we would have a short wave radio and emergency beacon if anything did happen.
I was amazed. There was a small permanent pool inside the cave that was fed by an underground river. The water was drinkable and would be our main source for the duration. The pool led to another cave that had stalagmites and stalactites and several other pools and caves were available to explore in the vicinity. Amazingly he also said that there were no mosquitoes or flies in the area. I had no idea why, but I wasn’t complaining, because I usually get eaten by mosquitoes.
The first thing I noticed when we got out of the plane was that, at ten in the morning, it was already about thirty degrees Celsius and very dry. Unloading the gear, we started to carry it the three hundred meters to the edge of the depression. We would be required to take it down a path, about another 150 meters, to the cave.
Matt had spent the whole time that morning, constantly raving about the location and saying that we would have a great time. On about the third trip carrying our gear we were both sweating heavily, in shorts and tee shirts that were sticking to our hot bodies. I couldn’t help but notice how good Matt looked – especially his ass. “Shut-up” I told myself “There can’t be anything between Matt and I. But he does have a really nice ass. Shut Up!”
After we had unpacked all the gear, set up our beds and the remainder of the camp, we sat down and I made coffee. We both sat for about an hour cooling down and talking about nothing in particular. Matt said that he was going for a swim.
He took of his boots and then, standing, took his shorts and shirt off, walking into the earth fed pool. He was between me and the water and he had faced away from me. As he undressed, I got my first look at Matt naked. I was still sitting in a chair and couldn’t help but perv at his ass and wonder what it would be like to kiss it and wondered what his cock looked like. Matt was in great shape.
I looked down from his shoulders, to his waist (no fat there), and then to his ass. His ass was absolutely fantastic. His ass cheeks were small and tight. I had a little – and only a little – more junk in my trunk. I started to get a bit of a hard-on. Then I realised that he would probably expect me to also strip and join him. I quickly turned my attention to the site-seeing map, and concentrating on the sites and layout of the area, achieved the desired result.
After finishing my coffee, Matt asked if I was getting in. I stood and took off my clothes. Looking up as I walked into the water my eyes met Matt’s and he then looked down my naked body, stopping at my soft cock.
I’m no stud with a big dick. I have a pretty average, circumcised cock, at just on six inches. When it’s soft it isn’t more than an inch and a bit long. The thing that shocked me was that Matt just stared at my dick. The blood instantly started to flood to my cock, but, luckily it was hidden by the water as I walked in up to my chest. We both swam around the pool, which was about 10 meters across and a little longer. At it’s deepest it was about five feet. All the while I had a hard on and did my best to hide it, while trying to sneak a look at his cock.
After a while we moved and sat in waist deep water. I still had a hard on and was worried about a message that I might send Matt. The last thing I wanted was for him to think me weird on day one of a ten day trip.
Matt said ‘come on, let’s get a smoke’. Without thinking I got up with him and as we turned Matt looked directly at my hard on and then up at me. I blushed from my ankles to the top of my scalp.
Matt put a hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Hey Mate don’t worry about getting hard here. We’re friends and we shouldn’t be afraid to let things like that happen. OK’. I nodded and felt much better about it. I looked from his eyes, down to his soft cock.
‘Holy shit!!’ I thought. His cock was about three and a half inches long totally soft and about as thick as mine is when it’s hard. I quickly looked up at Matt and he was looking directly at my face. He smiled and walked away.
‘What was that look about’, I thought to myself. ‘Was that a sign or was he telling me that I was being childish?’ Well, at least in the sudden embarrassment I had lost my hard on. I walked over to the chairs and sat and had a smoke – lost in my own thoughts.
During the smoke Matt looked over at me and said, ‘I hope you don’t mind but when I did the last holiday like this, I didn’t wear clothes, only shoes when I needed them. If you’re not comfortable with that then I’m happy to change and wear clothes when we are together.’
Smiling weakly, I replied, ‘No, no. I think that’s a great idea.’ I said, sounding much more confident than I actually was.
Matt said that at about six-thirty we should head up to the top of the hill about one kilometre away to watch the sunset. That sounded like the perfect end to the first day. It sounded like a great idea to me. We spent the rest of the day settling in, having a mid-afternoon nap and another swim.
When it came time to go we got our boots on and started to walk out of the river bed, further up past the unloading point, to the hill to watch the sunset. As we walked I couldn’t help myself but look at Matt’s body again. He was lean, but looked very fit. He was, like me, about six feet tall and medium build. He was a good-looking guy, and the way he walked and talked exuded confidence. He had dark brown hair and a decent tan. For the first time, I realised that his piercing blue eyes, were quite an attractive feature.
As we got to the top of the hill, I was just starting to get another hard on and no matter what I tried to do or think about, it wouldn’t go away. As we stood there and watched the sun start to go down, Matt pointed out to the front and asked if I could see the Kangaroos moving across our front. They were about two hundred and fifty meters away and I couldn’t make them out in the fading light.
Matt moved over to me and pointed to them, but I still couldn’t see them. To help me more, he put his left arm around my left shoulder and moved in close behind me and using his right arm to guide my eyes. There they were. I said that I could see them.
I had expected Matt to immediately move away from me, but he stayed there for about another twenty seconds before moving slowly away, slowly sliding his hand across my shoulders.
I was in shock. ‘Matt’s just given me a sign – hasn’t he?’ I asked myself. ‘Was he making a pass at me?’ My head was swimming and as I came back to earth I realised that I was in pain and that the pain was being caused by my body trying to pump too much blood into my cock. Matt said that we should get going before it got completely dark.
As we turned to go I glanced over at Matt and saw him looking at my raging hard on. He didn’t look up. He had a blank face and he just turned away and started down the hill. I was confused again. ‘Was he interested, or was he just thinking that I was weird and unable to control myself? Was he offended and did he expect me to stop getting a hard-on every time we were near each other? Would this ruin our friendship and cause him to accuse me of being a queer or something?’
I was in full tilt self-doubt mode and I started to get worried about my constant erections.
Shortly after we got back to the cave, it was still quite warm and Matt said that he was going for another swim. I said Ok and turned the gas light on so that we both had a little light. I watched him walk into the water and as I was watching his great ass, I decided that I would try to let Matt know that I was interested and see where it went from there.
I sat on one of the beach chairs – the type with really short legs, where your arse is just off the sand. I started to think of ways of letting him know that I was interested. As I thought about the day and the great views of Matt’s body, I got hard again and stayed that way.
First, I decided to see if I could get him to look at me.
As Matt was swimming around I closed my eyes to slits. I was still able to see him, because the lamp was behind me and my face was in pretty deep shadow. Keeping my head still, I moved my eyes to keep looking at him.
At first he didn’t look at me, but after a little while he glanced over a couple of times. When he felt that I didn’t have my eyes open, he started to look for longer periods. I was really encouraged. After about ten minutes Matt swam over and standing he walked out of the water.
As he got closer, his crotch came into full view and I saw for the first time about half of what, I decided at that point, would to be my end goal. His cock was slightly engorged. It was the first time I had seen another guys cock, live, that was anything but soft. I was amazed and mesmerised at the same time.
His cock was almost as long as mine when it was hard – and it was only half hard! My cock twitched as he got closer and I could see more and more detail of his. It was a thing of beauty. He was circumcised and his cock was smooth with a couple of large veins snaking their way down its length, to a perfectly shaped helmet. His pubic hair was closely trimmed and he had big balls – proportional to the size that his cock must have got to.
I was suddenly struck by the thought; what would happen if we did get together? Would I be able to put it all in my mouth and would it fit inside me if things went that far. My raging hard on was twitching madly as these thoughts flashed through my mind and it was only Matt’s touch that brought me back to the world of the living.
‘I think it’s time for bed’ he said. I snapped my head around and opened my eyes to look at him. He repeated himself and I mumbled something about him being right. We had one last smoke as we lay on our swags. Matt said that he would show me the cave of stalactites and stalagmites in the morning and I said that it sounded great.
With that he said his good nights and rolled over to go to sleep. He left me to my own thoughts and as I do at the end of every day, I thought back over the day and recapped all of the events of the day, playing them back in my mind. I don’t remember replaying the complete day in my mind, but I do remember going to sleep with a smile on my face.
As is my habit, I rose as the sun came up. I started breakfast and after boiling water, made coffee. I guess that it comes from my upbringing, but maybe it was in me all the time. Subconsciously, I wanted to make sure that Matt had a relaxing time and I felt that I needed to look after him as best I could.
After finishing my first cup of coffee, I made another (just one of my bad habits) and one for Matt. I went over to where he was lying and gently touched his shoulder to wake him. He is a heavier sleeper than I am and I started to rub his upper arm to wake him. He rolled onto his back, but remained asleep.
That’s when I saw his cock. I stopped rubbing his arm in mid swing, my fingers maintaining in light contact with his mid upper arm. Matt’s cock was fully erect, lying flat on his belly jumping in time with the blood pumping through it. I was in a trance and feeling week, I had to kneel down.
His cock had to be nine inches if it was two. It was even more beautiful fully erect than I had seen it half hard. A quick glance told me that Matt was still asleep. I turned my head to stare at his massive member. I’m not sure how long I was looking at it, when I was jolted back to the present, aware somehow that he was now awake.
I quickly looked at Matt’s face and was immediately embarrassed. He was looking up at me with a faint smile on his face. I couldn’t say anything and quickly gave him his coffee, retreating to the gas stove. I started the bacon and eggs that we would be able to have for the first three or four days. In my peripheral vision I saw Matt turn towards me and prop himself up on one elbow to drink his coffee. I could vaguely make out that he was still hard.
Matt got up and went to relieve himself outside the cave in the ‘designated spot’ after finishing his coffee. As he came back, I had my back to him.
I was still too embarrassed to say anything. It wasn’t until I reminded myself that this was exactly the sort of thing that might give him the message I was aiming to get across, that I found the courage to speak. ‘Sleep well,’ I said.
‘Like a rock,’ was Matt’s reply. He came up behind me and bent down to look at what I was cooking. As he bent down he gently put his right hand on my left shoulder and asked in a soft voice, “So. What’s for breakfast?”
I told him and then he moved around to my side to watch, moving his chair so that as he sat with his knees apart, I could see his crouch out of the corner of my eye. After a few minutes of silence, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I turned my head and looked him directly in the eye and said, ‘Sorry about staring at you before. I was trying to wake you up, when you turned on your back and… well… I… I’ve never seen another guy’s cock hard before.’
Matt’s face lit up with a big almost evil grin and he replied, “It’s fine mate. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I think it’s understandable and I really don’t have a problem with it.”
Man was I relieved. I took his accompanying grin as a positive response and continued to cook breakfast more relaxed and confident. ‘Perhaps my decision to send a message, was a correct one.’
After we finished breakfast, I cleaned up and packed everything away. Matt asked if I was still interested in seeing the stalactites and stalagmites. I said that I definitely was. So, naked as the day we were born, he led me to the far end of the cave, about fifty meters away.
At the end, was a small opening and Matt said that it was pretty dark inside for about twenty meters before the other cave opened out. He said that there was enough ambient light to see once inside. ‘Here comes my second signal Matt’ I thought.
I told Matt that my vision in low light wasn’t very good, and I asked if I could hold his shoulder to guide me. I got the response that I was after. Matt said that the tunnel to the other cave was pretty slim and just held out his hand. I took it and we started down the tunnel.
My hand felt like it was in a perfectly made glove. Holding onto Matt’s hand and as we entered into the tunnel, there was enough light for me to just see. As we walked into the cave, I didn’t let Matt’s hand go and he didn’t make any moves to loosen his grip. I was ecstatic.
I was now almost certain that I was to have the experience that I had fantasised about for quite some time. As we moved about the cave hand in hand I grew more comfortable with it, as I think did Matt.
We stopped at one of the biggest stalagmites and I loosened my grip on Matt’s hand preparing to make for certain that it would happen. We let go of each other’s hands and at the same time tentatively reached over to each other. Matt put his arm around my shoulder and I put mine around his waist. As we made contact we moved towards each other drawing each other with our arms.
As the side of my body came into contact with his it felt so right. I had an epiphany, realising that I would be with guys for the rest of my life. The feel of the hair of Matt’s arm over the top of my back, his strong but gentle hand on my shoulder and his hip and thigh against mine gave me an instant hard on. We walked around a little more before he suggested that we go back for coffee and a smoke. Matt agreed.
Back in the main cave, Matt and I walked arm-in-arm back towards our camp site. As we passed the deepest part of the water on our right, I pushed Matt off the three foot ledge into the water. I took off running. I threw myself onto the rug, just out of the water on the other side. Lying on my back propped up on my elbows, with one knee up at right angles, laughing.
I tried to strike a sexy pose – not that I really had any experience with that – but I gave it a go.
Matt slowly swam over to the edge of the pond with a wicked smile on his face. As he came out of the water, I didn’t hide my gaze on his now half hard member. Lying there with my fully erect cock laying on my belly, I moved the bent knee slightly opening my legs to give Matt a better view of my own crouch.
Matt got to the edge of the rug, standing over me. As we looked into each others eyes, he bent down and picked up his towel, drying himself off a little. After he was finished and whilst he was still standing, he looked at me from my toes up. When our eyes met, he said, ‘You know, I’d like to do something now, that I have wanted to for some time.’
Replying with a cheeky grin on my face I said ‘And what might that be?’
Getting down on his knees beside me and bending over until our faces were only inches apart, he said, ‘This.’ Matt lowered his face towards mine and kissed me gently on the lips.
For me it was like getting an electric shock. His lips were smooth and the one day growth rubbed slightly on my lips as he kissed me. Matt moved his head away and sat on his haunches.
Smiling broadly at him, I asked, ‘Hmm. Nice! But is that all you wanted to do?’
‘No,’ was his gentle and respectful reply, ‘but I don’t want to rush you.’
I smiled my own wicked smile and said to him, ‘How about if you do what you want and if I feel rushed I’ll tell you.’
With a nod he moved his face closer again and again we kissed. This time the kiss was fuller. He opened his mouth and his tongue came in search of mine. I gladly opened mine in response, wanting his search to be successful. I couldn’t help but to let out a small moan as our tongues came into contact.
Our kisses became heavier and his hand came up to touch my face. I lifted one of my arms to do the same and extended it further to hug him around the shoulders. I lifted my other arm and started to lay back further, pulling Matt down with me. As he moved down I wrapped my arms around him. In return, his came around me. I felt one behind my neck and the other under my left arm.
We continued to kiss more and more passionately, for me at least, it became an incredible urge to get as much of Matt’s tongue into my mouth as possible. He was very obliging and we both started to use our strength to hug each other more strongly. I was enthralled with the balance of strength, something I had never experienced, when sleeping with a woman.
After a long while we came up for air. Matt lifted his head and we were both breathing heavily. I moved the palm of my hand to his cheek, saying almost breathlessly, “That was the most exciting kiss I have ever experienced. I am so lucky to have you kissing me.”
Matt smiled and returned the compliment, saying, “I think you’re such a hot guy, and you’re super sexy mate! I have wanted to kiss you pretty much since we met.” Pausing, he continued, “I couldn’t tell whether you were into guys, but something changed over the last few months. That’s why I took the chance to come on the holiday.”
Smiling back at him, and chuckling a little, I said, “I’m so glad you said that, because I wasn’t sure I was either until recently. I certainly never expected that anything like this was on the books. But after you took your shirt off yesterday… I couldn’t help myself.”
We both smiled and once again Matt leaned in and we started to kiss. This time the kissing was less demanding and we started to explore each other’s bodies. Matt turned me to face him more and moved his body to be more on top of me. I felt, for the first time, the weight of another man, as our bodies touched from shoulder to toes.
Matt had hardly any hair on his chest, but it mixed with mine as we bought our chests together. As we started doing this with our whole bodies (you know when you’re writhing slightly to get more comfortable or closer to the person you’re with), I felt his knee move between mine. I opened my knees far enough to allow his to slide between mine so that his thigh was almost touching my crouch. It was at this point that I became aware of his cock coming into contact with me. It was getting hard, with the most noticeable thing about it, its warmth.
I moaned into Matt’s mouth and opened my legs a little further, feeling his thigh slide up and come in contact with my painfully hard cock. At this contact I moaned and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms further around his shoulders. I also moved my right thigh a little to come into greater contact with his cock.
Matt moaned back at my movement and I felt his hand start to caress my side, shoulder and my upper arm. I started to do the same to him and we continued like this for what must have been ten minutes. In that time we had moved our thighs into more firm pressure against each other’s cocks.
I raised and bent the knee of mine that was on top, to a position that allowed Matt’s thigh full access to my crouch, to where my thigh was over his hip bone and the rest of my leg was draped over the small of his back as far as it would go.
We broke from our kissing, still caressing each other, I said to Matt, “I never expected that kissing a guy would get me this hot! I can’t believe how worked up I am.”
Matt smiled and lightly caressing my face said, “Well thank you for the compliment. You’ve done the same to me. I think that we both have a full head of steam.” We both moved back slightly to expose our cocks to each other and moving back to where we were and looking back at each other Matt continued. “So you’re OK? I don’t want to rush you. I want you to feel comfortable about everything that we do.”
I lifted my head and kissed him lightly on the lips, saying “Thank you. I want you to know that it is really important to me to be able to tell you honestly how I feel. At the moment, I am very comfortable and happy to take the next step. I have wanted this for some time now.”
We both smiled at that and just before kissing me again, Matt said “Fuck you’re a hottie.”
We quickly resumed our embrace, our kissing and our caressing. After a minute, when I could feel mine and Matt’s passion rising again, Matt moved his hand down my back and ran it lightly over the side of my ass and along my thigh.
I moaned loudly. I was really enjoying this and it felt more comfortable than I thought possible, which only served to heighten my pleasure and sense of adventure.
Matt continued to lightly rub my thigh and the side of my ass for a couple of minutes. I was as horny as hell and getting hornier by the second. I lifted my leg up so that my knee was above his thigh, then I draped my calf over the small of his back and the upper half of his ass.
This gave him better access to my ass and was intended as a signal for him to go further. Matt immediately responded and moved his hand to run up the back of my thigh. His hand went much further towards my balls and anus, eliciting another loud, guttural moan from me.
Matt reached in between the upper parts of my thighs and started to lightly run his fingers across my balls and through my pubic hair. This drove me nuts and I slowly but thrust my hips forward, seeking greater friction between my cock and his thigh.
Internally, I was excited to the point of anxiety. My balls started to ache for the release of orgasm. I pulled Matt closer to me with my arms and the leg over his hip.
It was this action that triggered Matt’s next move. He slowly started kissing my face in ever larger circles. Then, as he started to lick and kiss my neck, he reached further between my thighs, to start rubbing the base of my shaft and more of my balls. He took my balls into his hand and gently squeezed them, until I felt the beginnings of pain.
Continuing to lick and kiss, he made his way down to my shoulders and upper chest. As he did this, instead of raising his upper body away from me, he slid his body further down mine. I got a real surprise next.
When Matt’s mouth found his way to my nipples, he started to suck and nibble them. I found that they were really sensitive. I guess that the women that I had previously dated (and the one I had married), either didn’t think that a guy’s nipples would be so sensitive, or I hadn’t noticed them doing it in the past. I don’t think that I had ever been hornier. All I can remember was how good the pleasure that radiated outwards from them, felt.
At that point I put my arms on Matt’s shoulders and gently tried to move him. He took the hint straight away and I moved him so that he was on top of me. At the same time I spread my legs to be on either side of his body classic missionary. He continued kissing and licking his way down my body until he got near my crotch.
I had been lying back with my eyes closed, totally enjoying the sensations, until he got near my crotch. I moved one hand down to one of his shoulders and one down to his hair, running my fingers through it – not guiding, instead trying to impart to him, the pleasure I was experiencing.
Thinking that he was going straight for my cock, it drove me wild when he moved to one side, careful not to touch my raging hard-on. He continued to lick his way down to one knee and then lifting that leg slightly, licked his way back up to mid thigh, before switching legs and going back down to the other knee.
I was moaning almost constantly now and telling him how great I thought it felt. As he approached my crotch on the second leg, I lifted my head and looking at the top of his said, in a husky and croaky voice, “Ohhh, fuck that feels so good Matt. I want you to taste me. I want you to put my cock into your mouth and suck my cock.”
Matt looked up at me as he pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go. We were looking at each other as he licked right up the crease of my inner thigh and crotch. He smiled and both of us knew that he was just teasing.
I went to say something and at the same time felt his hand come around my cock. I stopped what I was going to say and watched as Matt looked down and moved his head toward my cock. I saw his tongue come out of his mouth and then felt it’s rough texture lick the underside of my cock, from the base upward. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and throw my head back, in ecstasy, as his tongue made its way slowly up the underside of my cock, to the glans.
Matt’s tongue came around the head of my cock and licked from the bottom of the crease, over and through the piss slit and running down to the other side. Just as I started to moan, Matt’s mouth came down around my cock. This only served to raise the volume of my moan.
Matt slowly started to move his head up and down my cock, from tip to base. Remembering how good his licking my nipples felt, I moved a hand up to one of my nipples and began to rub and pinch it lightly.
Matt’s pace started to gradually quicken and I felt myself building towards a climax. As he sensed it, Matt slowed down and took his mouth off my cock. He sucked and licked my balls, getting all of my pubic hair wet. This didn’t lessen the pleasure I was feeling, but did serve to lessen the pressure I felt rising in my balls.
After I had calmed down enough, Matt put his mouth around my cock again and started to move up and down once more. This time though, he used one free hand to massage my balls and his other to massage and pinch my nipples. In no time I was crawling the walls. I almost yelled, “Oh fuck Matt. Please let me cum. Let me cum right now please!”
Matt granted my wishes, raising his head up, opened his mouth and sank himself down onto the entire length of my waiting cock.
I don’t think that I lasted more than another minute. Matt kept the suction high, the fondling of my balls at just the right tempo and pressure and before I knew it I could feel my orgasm approaching. Matt felt it too.
I had expected Matt to raise his head as I came, what with safe sex and all. But I was proven wrong. As I was about to cum, I said, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” He did the opposite, sinking his mouth down onto my cock, licking it inside his mouth furiously, and applied more pressure to my balls. I exploded.
Not only had I not had an orgasm with another guy before, I hadn’t had an orgasm with another human, for months and months. So there was an abundant supply of cum that spewed from my balls, all which Matt readily swallowed. It seemed to go on for minutes, but was more likely for less than one. I couldn’t ever remember having as intense an orgasm as the one that Matt led me to that day.
I was completely spent at the end of it.
Matt crawled up my body, kissing and nibbling me as he went. When his face came to the same level as mine, he was holding the weight of his body off me and hovering over me. I opened my eyes and looking at his face, he had a look of supreme on it, with a smile to match.
“Did you enjoy that?” Matt asked me with a chuckle.
In response, I simultaneously wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and waist, pulling him towards me, my arms and legs wrapped around him further, to make sure that he couldn’t get away. Smiling up at him, but saying nothing, I bought my face up to his and kissed him deeply.
My tongue, working of its own accord, snaked into his mouth, searching for the familiar taste of my own cum. It was a really great feeling, tasting my own cum on another guy’s tongue and I moaned into his mouth.
We kissed deeply for a few minutes
I became more relaxed and felt an overwhelming sense of compassion, love and all sorts of other emotions for him and our situation.
I saw myself clearly for the first time – as the submissive member of the relationship. I wanted him to be the stronger of the two of us, the more forceful and the one that would seek to satisfy and please him. I wasn’t sure why I felt this way. ‘Was it because he was obviously more experienced?’ I had no idea, but I thought, ‘I’m going with the flow and am just going to see where it led us.’
With one fluid motion, I reversed our positions and now being on top, I immediately started to head South. As I started down his chest, I paid particular attention to Matt’s nipples. They were more sensitive than mine and he started to moan and writhe under me when I took them between my teeth and flicked across the tip with my tongue.
My senses were on edge and I was now paying very close attention to what he reacted to and to what degree.
I was making my way down his stomach, almost to his belly button, when I felt the tip of Matt’s huge cock touch the bottom of my chin. I raised my head up slightly, to look at it. I had never been this close to another guys crotch, let alone with both of us naked and with a cock as stiff as a board. A feeling of desperation came over me and I just couldn’t wait any longer to see what it felt like and what it tasted like in my mouth.
I moved my hand up and felt Matt’s cock for the first time. The skin was incredibly soft, but just under that thin veneer, was a shaft that felt like it was made of steel. I stroked it and was in absolute awe of its length and girth. I couldn’t quite reach all the way around and I started to wonder how I would even get it down the back of my throat.
I had been practicing giving head on my dildo, but it was only seven inches. I had become pretty good at deep-throating it. In fact, I was able to handle the length and not gag at all now. It was just a matter of getting the technique right. So, I thought, ‘I should be able to do the same. It may take a little time to get used to the girth, but I can do this. Besides,’ I thought, ‘If you don ‘t even try, how will I ever know?’
With that thought in mind, I slowly lowered my head towards the tip of Matt’s cock. As I got closer, I licked my lips and when I made contact, it was with a kiss – right on the piss slit. I opened my mouth and realised that I was salivating with the hunger I felt for his cock.
I lifted Matt’s cock slightly and lowered my mouth onto it. The glans felt like velvet does when it is brand new. It was so smooth, that I immediately fell in love with the idea of having his cock in my mouth as often as possible.
I made a seal with my lips, around the base of the glans and licked it all over. Matt let out a loud moan and I was elated that he felt that I was doing something right. I took my mouth off his cock and repositioned my head to be at the base. I dipped my head and at the same time, my tongue came out flat and wide and I started to lick his cock all the way from the base to the tip.
I was positioned on one side of Matt now and I lifted his huge cock so that it was standing straight up in the air. I started to lick it from base to head all around it. As his cock became slippery with my saliva, I grasped it in my fist and started to pump it as I licked up and down. I kept this up for a few minutes, Matt all the while moaning and telling me that I was doing great.
After I felt that his cock was slick enough, I paused at the top of one of my strokes. I positioned my mouth directly above it and opening it as wide I as I could, I lowered my mouth onto his cock. For the first time in my life, I had a real guys hard cock inside my mouth. I kept going, allowing the head to gently hit the back of my throat.
I started bobbing on Matt’s cock, in love with the taste and the feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth. I kept that up for a few minutes, allowing myself time to get used to his girth. As I did, I started to pause at the bottom of each stroke and would swirl my tongue all around the four to five inches that I had in my mouth. I did this for another minute or so, before moving on.
When I felt like I was relaxed and ready, I stopped at the bottom of one stroke and instead of licking around with my tongue, I extended it as far as I could. Feeling the back of my throat open up, I put some downward pressure on my head. I felt the tip of Matt’s cock start to enter the back of my throat. I felt myself start to gag a little. As I did, I backed off slightly, until it passed and then reapplied the pressure. Matt was now running his fingers through my hair and when I stopped and opened my throat, he put a little pressure on the back of my head.
At one point I stopped and looked at Matt. It took a couple of seconds of inaction for him to realise that I had stopped and he opened his eyes and looked at me.
Taking his cock out of my mouth, I smiled and said, “This has to be the most perfect cock I have ever seen. Better than any plastic one in any shop, better than all the ones I have seen in all the movies and magazines, I have ever looked at.” I looked down at it and continuing, said, “Just perfect!!”
I looked at Matt and wanted to ask something. Obviously my face gave me away. He asked what and I asked, “Am I doing OK so far?”
“Oh”, he replied, “that feels really fucking good. It feels amazing. I’ve never had anyone take me all the way in their mouth before, so don’t feel like you need to. Just keep doing what you’re doing, it is really getting me worked up.”
As he was saying that, I was looking into his eyes and could tell that he was telling me the truth. A grin came over my face and I said, “Never had anyone take you all the way eh? Challenge accepted.” Matt was about to reply, but was stopped and instead a deep guttural moan came out of his mouth, as I lowered my head back onto his cock, tongue swirling as it went.
I bobbed up and down on Matt’s cock a few times, keeping a maximum seal on it as I went. When I was ready, I tried a couple of minor excursions into the start of my throat. Not feeling myself gag at all now, I knew that I was ready to give deep-throating a real cock, a real go.
I steeled myself and as my head came down, I extended my tongue, this time before I felt the head of Matt’s cock hit the back of my throat. As I felt the tip of his cock touch my tonsils, I increased the pressure and kept it up.
This time, the entire head of Matt’s cock just slipped into my throat. I paused, as I heard a moan, as loud as any I have ever made or heard, escape from Matt’s mouth. I took a couple of breaths and allowed my throat to get used to the girth. I knew that the spongy head of his cock would be the easiest part to get back there, but I wanted to go all the way.
I got excited knowing that I could do that which no one had ever done for Matt before. I felt my own cock harden at the thought.
Once I felt like my throat was used to the increased girth, I lifted my head a little and the tip of Matt’s cock popped back into my mouth. Matt let out another moan and said something that I couldn’t understand.
I repeated the same action about a half a dozen more times, before I tried to take any more into my throat. Happy that I was relaxed and used to the rib at the base of his glans, I decided that now was the time.
I bobbed up and down, short of taking the head into my throat, a couple of times and then again allowed the head to slide into my throat. But this time, as I had done at different stages of this extremely pleasurable experience, I didn’t stop. I kept up the pressure and a few inches slipped quite easily into my throat.
Matt’s whole body became tense and I paused, thinking that he was going to cum there and then. When he just moaned, opening his legs a little further, placed some gentle pressure on the back of my head, I kept going. I forced my head down another inch or so, before the dryness at that part of Matt’s cock, forced me to come back up. As I started to pull back, I opened my eyes and realised that I only had about two more inches to go.
WOW, I though. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.
I brought my head up to the point where the head of Matt’s cock was just at the opening to my throat, took a breath and bobbed up and down again a few times. This was a far as I had ever been, with much less girth, but my goal was to make the remainder of his cock sufficiently slick, for me to take it all. Now I was really determined.
Once I thought that it was right to go, I raised myself up further on my knees and sank down onto his cock, keeping up the pressure, until I felt a slight tingle on the end of my nose. Feeling this, I opened my eyes and realised that I had struck pay dirt. I had hit the pubic hair at the base of Matt’s cock. I pushed just a little further and took the last half inch down my throat and found my nose being bent aside, by Matt’s pubic bone.
I was ecstatic with myself and moaned in celebration.
Obviously I had not been paying attention to Matt’s condition at all, because the moan resulted in Matt’s whole body starting to convulse. All of a sudden I realised what it was about and I moaned again.
This time I felt the head of Matt’s cock start to swell, as his body prepared to cum. I think it felt like what a bitch being mounted must feel like, when the male dogs cock swells and creates a bulb to ensure that his seed is received.
It was amazing and Matt’s hands were keeping my head right where it was, as I felt the shaft of Matt’s cock start to pulse from base to tip. I felt it as Matt’s cum started to fill my throat, but I was now running short on useable oxygen.
I raised my head until Matt’s cock head popped into the back of my throat, I found I could breath again, but more importantly, I got to taste the cum that his cock was fire-hosing my tonsils with.
I found out that he had plenty to spare. As I felt the cum hit the back of my throat, I just couldn’t keep up with the almost direct line. I had to swallow, but didn’t have the capacity in that position, so I moved my head up another two inches. Now that there was only about three inches in my mouth, I replaced my throat with my hand and started to pump his cock with my fist. I stopped a couple of times to massage his balls and this only brought me more cum, so I kept that up as well.
I was now tasting, for the first time, another guys cum. And I loved it!!! It was as salty as mine, but it was different – it was Matt’s taste. I couldn’t get enough of it and was really disappointed when the torrent, turned to a trickle and then stopped. Now only the occasional drop would be ejected from the tip of Matt’s cock, but I kept my head right where it was.
When there was no hope and I could feel that Matt’s cock had shrunk to about half its erect size, I started to clean it with my tongue. I got a bit of a laugh, as it was really sensitive (no kidding) and Matt pulled me off it, not able to cope with the level of sensitivity and my lapping tongue.
Matt guided me back up to him. When my face came up to his level, I fell down on his left hand side, in the traditional position of the submissive or the woman. Matt was immediately comfortable with this position and he drew me to him, kissing me deeply and passionately. I responded in kind and allowed his tongue to allow him to taste his own cum in my mouth.
I was exhausted, but exhilarated at the same time and as we lay there, he said to me, “WOW. That was just fucking amazing. I can’t believe that you were able to take my cock all the way into your throat. I came so hard I was scared that I would blow a hole in the back of your head. Thank you so much, it was just amazing. What else can you do, babe?”
We both realised, at the same time, that Matt had called me babe. I smiled at him and snuggled a little closer. Taking that as approval for him to call me that, he drew me to a deep kiss.
Still smiling, I looked at him and said, “Well, if I’m babe, does that make you Daddy?” We both laughed a little at that and we let it sit there for the moment, content to allow us to discover that in the future.
We fell into an easy conversation, both sharing our experiences freely. An invisible barrier had definitely been broken.
Matt told me of the women he had had, as did I. And Matt also told me about the two other guys that he had been with. He didn’t give me too many details, I think out of respect for mine and their feelings. What he did say though, was that one of the guys could only take his girth in his arse, but couldn’t take his length, and the other couldn’t take him in either hole.
For the next couple of days, we were at each other’s cocks almost constantly. It would take nothing at all for one or both of us to get hard and for the other to attack his cock with their mouth. I grew to have almost an obsession with both Matt’s cum, finding that I just couldn’t get enough and of having him deep in the back of my throat.
I was the one that wanted it more often though, and was only happy when I had the taste of Matt’s cum in my mouth.
Naturally, the variety of positions and locations grew as well. One of the two most memorable head jobs for me was my first sixty nine. I quickly found that my fantasy position, of being on the bottom, was the very best. I was in love with having Matt’s cock thrust down my throat, whilst his head bobbed up and down on mine. I loved the feeling of surrendering myself to him and not being able to back away. I loved the pleasure I got from pleasing my man.
Another memorable head job was up at the look out, as the sun went down on the third night. We had been standing, enjoying the setting sun, when I noticed Matt’s cock starting to stick out from his groin. I just couldn’t resist myself. I sank onto my knees and started to lick the length of his cock, getting it really slick.
Matt tried using his hands to guide my head. On the spur of the moment, I played like I was resisting. It was the first time that we had any sort of role-play in a sex session.
I held my face back from his cock and looked up at him, with pleading eyes. I saw a flash of recognition come across his face and all of a sudden, a hard look came over him. In a gruff and strong voice he said to me, “Take my cock in your mouth and suck it… Bitch!”
I weakly said back to him, “No. No. Please don’t make me do that. It’s disgusting. I could never suck another man’s cock.” I tried to pull away a little further, but my attempt to do so was met with a strong hand on the back of my head, preventing me.
Matt took his cock in his hand and pointed it directly at my mouth. It was getting harder in his hand. He moved my head towards it, until my mouth came into contact. I tried to turn away, but he grabbed a hand full of hair and forced me back near it.
Lightly slapping me a couple of times across the cheeks and on the mouth, he raised his voice to almost a yell, saying, “Open your mouth and suck my big cock, you bitch.” I timidly complied, opening my mouth only a little. “More bitch!” Was his gruff reply, and he started to stick his cock into my mouth, repeating over and over, “Lick it and suck it you little cock sucker. I know that you want to.”
I slowly opened my mouth and as soon as it was open enough to get the head of his cock inside, Matt thrust it in, until my mouth was full. I pretended to gag, which only made him say, “Open your throat cock sucker. I am going to fuck it good and strong.”
By this time, I was getting a little desperate to have Matt’s cock sliding down my throat anyway, so I readily complied. In one thrust, Matt slammed his nine incher all the way down my throat and started fucking my face, like it was a well lubed and used rubber doll.
We both got carried away then and I started to suck and he started to fuck my face, like animals. It was only a short head-job, but it really produced the results. Matt’s full load was spent across my face, as he pumped his cock with his hand. I was ‘forced’ to lick it clean and then lick up all his cum.
At about eight o’clock that night, Matt repaid me by giving me a head-job that lasted almost forty five minutes. He brought me to the brink of cumming so many times, there is just no way that I could have kept count. When I finally did cum, I’m not sure if it was the intensity of my orgasm, or the time that I had been erect, but totally exhausted and I just blacked out and slept the sleep of the dead until morning.
On the morning of day four I got up early to have a wash and get Matt’s breakfast ready. I was relishing the submissive role in the relationship. As I was washing myself in the pond, standing against one of the rocks that jutted out into the water, my thoughts returned to the night before and the head job from Matt.
My cock was still a little sore, from the battering it had been dealt over the last couple of days – but it wasn’t really too bad. The head and underside of my cock was in the worst shape, as it wasn’t used to having a tongue thrash against it so often. It had been nibbled on and a rough tongue had been run up and over it so many times that it was a little red and the skin way more sensitive than normal.
But after all that punishment, my cock still rose to the occasion, when I thought about how good it felt to be here and doing the things that Matt and I were doing.
I had washed and rinsed almost all of my body and at the point of washing my lower legs, when I felt Matt behind me. I had one leg up on a small rock ledge and was washing down my left calf. I didn’t feel a hand on my shoulder or my side, but his hard cock – a morning hard on – poking me in the thigh. He bent over to spoon me and said hello. He kissed my shoulder and I turned my head and we kissed each other good morning.
To my astonishment, the first words out of his mouth were, “Where’s my breakfast?”
I was shocked for a second, until I realised that he was only joking. I laughed and turned my back to him, jokingly replying, “Kiss my ass and get your own.” At the same time I wiggled my ass a little.
In reply, Matt laughed and disengaged the contact between us. I thought that he was just going to relieve himself and get rid of the morning monster – as I had come to think of it. I returned to washing my leg, not paying any attention to the fact that I didn’t hear the sounds of his legs walking away in the water. I was off in my own world again, continuing to wash, when I felt Matt’s warm breath against my lower back. I stopped what I was doing the instant I felt Matt’s lips touch my left ass cheek.
The first question that went through my head was, ‘What is he doing?’ This was quickly followed by, ‘Was he wanting to do what I thought he was?’ And then, ‘Could I take his length and breadth?’ But the overwhelming thought that swamped my questions was, ‘Oh My God I want this to happen. I have wanted this for what feels like eternity. I know that I’m ready for it. I want it bad!!!’
I felt a new level of desire to please Matt and this would be the ultimate way in which I would do just that. I would give myself completely to him.
Matt was slowly kissing me all over my left ass cheek and I became fully hard. Then he moved to my right cheek. I remained completely still, and in mid stroke of washing the back of my thigh. I felt his tongue start licking my ass cheek and couldn’t believe how good it felt. As he continued to lick and kiss my ass, a low soft moan escaped my lips.
“Like that huh?” said Matt in a soft sultry voice.
All I could manage as an answer was, “Ohhh yeh!” With that I bent forward slightly, moving my ass back a little, knowing that it would expose my anus more than it was. It was a signal to Matt to keep going, and it was one that he read straight away.
The next thing that I felt was Matt’s hands lightly touching both hips. He moved them in slow, soft circles around my ass cheeks, as his licking and kissing slowly centred in on the dark brown, puckered rose of my anus. This was really getting to me!
Matt moved his hands wider to my thighs again and with one hand gently reached under my right thigh towards my crouch. I looked down and watched his right hand as it enveloped and then began to caress, my balls. At first he only lightly tickled the hair on my balls. Then he took them in his hands and gently massaged them, rolling them around in the palm of his hand. As I continued to watch him do this, me moaning as he went, I could also feel his tongue and lips arrive at the very top of the crack of my ass. As he started to lick and kiss his way slowly towards my virgin anus, I watched his hand snake its way up to my raging hard on.
He had started to stroke me, his hand lubricated by the soapsuds from my calf, when his tongue arrived at my anus. When the tip of his tongue touched my puckered hole, I almost screamed in ecstasy. At the same time, my legs involuntarily spasmed and I lost my balance, the raised leg crashing down into the water.
Matt’s hand and tongue lost contact with me. Immediately Matt and I moved to make sure that we regained contact as quickly as possible. I was almost overwhelmed with emotions at that point. Not only did I desperately want this for me and to please Matt, but he showed me by his quick action, that he wanted to please me as well.
I moved my legs apart and bent over resting my head and forearms on the rock that my foot had just been on. All the while Matt held my hips and steadied me. As I was almost in my position, Matt moved a hand quickly back to my cock and I felt his face, particularly the stubble on his chin, reconnect with me at the top of my ass crack. I moaned and pushed my ass back again. And again Matt took the signal. We were acting as if our minds were connected, sensitive to each other’s signals of our wants and needs.
I felt the tip of Matt’s tongue touch the very centre and the moan that came from my lips was long and low – one filled with passion and pleasure. It felt so incredibly good… so different… and so good. I couldn’t help but bend down further to open my cheeks more and give Matt yet better access to my ass.
Matt’s tongue then started to circle my anus, whilst continuing to stroke my cock. Man was he good at rimming. As he continued to do this, I felt the area around my anus get wetter and wetter. In a short time I felt my anus start to loosen up. As it did, I felt Matt’s tongue start to become more insistent that it get inside. Matt’s tongue gradually loosened my sphincter more – like I usually did with my fingers, when I was by myself. Just the thought of what I would do with my fingers and what I would follow up with after that, my dildo, spurred me on.
I sensed, more that actually noticed, that Matt’s left hand had left my ass cheek. The next thing that felt was a cool sensation on my anus. Matt started to rub a finger between the base of my balls and my anus and his tongue became more and more insistent.
I was starting to get close to coming and I think that Matt felt it as well. He slowed his stroking to a more relaxed pace, but increased his tongue attack on my anus. And it was working. My anus was opening like the flower that they all are. Just as this was happening, Matt, who must have known just when, moved his finger towards my anus, replacing his tongue with it.
Matt gently, but steadily, inserted his finger to the middle knuckle. This was the first time that someone other than myself, had placed a finger inside me. For a couple of seconds, I guess that my nerves took over, because my sphincter clamped down on Matt’s finger. But Matt’s stroking of my cock and his continued licking around my anus quickly allowed it to relax. He held his finger still until my anus relaxed some more, all the while licking and stroking.
I quickly got used to the feeling of Matt’s finger inside me – but I wanted more. I pushed back a bit, as a signal to Matt to continue. He took the hint and pulled his finger back, just a little, before pushing it further forward. He started to gently pump his finger in and out of my ass, slowly at first, going a little bit further each time. I wriggled back to try and get more of it in me. I wanted more. I was feeling great, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but I felt like I needed more.
Matt of course obliged me. His first finger was well lubed and pulling it out he inserted another his middle one I think. He pumped this one inside me a couple of times and then as he was pulling it out, he stopped, with just the tip of his finger at the opening of my ass. I knew what was coming. He held it there and I couldn’t help but say, “Ohh, yeh Matt. Put another finger in my ass and fuck me with it.” I wriggled my ass a little and finally he relented.
I felt the tip girth of three fingers inside me, slowly opening my ass. Whilst I had done this and more to myself, it felt very different having him do it. I wasn’t in control and I wasn’t almost doubled up, or reaching around behind myself, to do it. I was in probably the best position for this to be done to me. I wasn’t relaxed and I was feeling quite nervous, maybe a little apprehensive – but very much more excited – at the same time.
Matt started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of my ass. Telling myself to relax and just enjoy the feelings, I quickly warmed to the digits being inside me. Pretty soon, Matt was using the full length of his fingers.
He bought me to the point of cumming and would then slow until the feeling subsided. I, on the other hand was getting into it so much that I was almost constantly moaning and backing onto Matt’s probing fingers.
After what seemed like hours of pleasure, and almost cumming about ten times, I wanted more – and wanted release as well. I said to Matt, “Matt. Stop… stop mate.” With that I stopped moving and waiting for Matt to stop.
I gently moved my hips forward, forcing the removal of his fingers from my arse. They came out with a bit of a slurping sound and some gas that had built up inside me came out shortly after. For a second or two I regretted doing that and missed his fingers being inside me – but then I also felt renewed vigour for what I had wanted all along.
I slowly stood and turned to Matt. “That was amazing man”. I said. We kissed and embraced. As we came together, I felt his hard-on poke into my stomach and gently moved to allow its full length to rub against me. We kissed for a bit longer, until my hunger grew again.
I wanted Matt… and I wanted him inside me.
As we were kissing, our hands were roaming all over each other. I quickly moved my left hand to his groin and gently moving my hips slightly away from his, moved my hand to grasp his huge cock. For a split second I again wondered if I would be able to handle it. But all of my instincts said that I would (or I’d die trying).
I broke our kiss and stepped back from him. I quickly rinsed my groin and calves of the soap. As I stood up, I looked directly into Matt’s eyes. Summing up all of my courage and trying to sound as confident as I could, I said, “I want you….I want this inside me.” As I said this, I gently squeezed his cock in my hand.
This elicited a moan from Matt and with a smirk on his lips, he said, “What?”
I smiled at him, knowing that this morning my life would change… irrevocably… and forever.
I continued to look straight at Matt and squeezing his cock in my hand until this time I elicited a groan of pain, I said forcefully, “I said… I want you to fuck me! I want you to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me, Daddy! I want you to cum inside me and I want to cum when you do! Okay?”
With that, the smile fell from Matt’s face. He looked at me directly and moved toward me. I let Matt take the lead and I let my instincts to please him take over.
Matt moved both his hands around me again and kissing me lightly, moved them down to the bottom of both arse cheeks. I went with my instincts and as he made to lift me, I jumped a little. At the same time I spread my legs, as he lifted me further into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waste and locked my ankles behind his back.
We kissed. This time it was deep and so passionate that it took my breath away. I was nervous, but incredibly excited at the same time. I felt his cock move between my splayed legs and felt most of it run along underneath me. From the base of his cock, which was being enveloped by my balls, I felt it throb in that most sensitive of areas between my balls and anus. It felt like it was on fire and its warmth radiated from my anus and along the crack of my arse.
I gently squeezed my arse cheeks together to feel more of the heat, eliciting a moan from both of us.
Matt slowly started walking to what had become our shared bed. As we arrived, he bent his knees, moving us lower to sit on his heals. It was such a hot position – one where we shared dominance. But I didn’t want that. Right now all I wanted was to be dominated…I wanted to be submissive and have him take the lead…I wanted to be on the receiving end.
I leaned back – just a little – to signal that this is what I wanted. He obliged me and leaning forward he gently placed me on my back on the bed blanket. He placed a towel under my hips, kissing me. I went limp, signalling him to make the next move. We continued to kiss and I felt a hand leave my body and as he did this, felt more of his weight come down on me and the contact between us become more intense.
Matt shifted his hips down and back away from me a little and this allowed him to move his cock from between the cheeks of my arse, to on top of my cock. Knowing him a little better than I had a few days ago, I knew that he sometimes he liked the friction offered by dry humping.
We started to grind our hips together, softly at first, but quickly rising in passion. At the same time, we were kissing and fondling each other. With both hands free to do as I pleased, I was having a great time feeling all over Matt’s body and as I took both of his ass cheeks in my hands and gave them a firm squeeze, Matt groaned mightily into my mouth.
I felt more of his weight come down on me and Matt lifted his head slightly, looking above me and reaching for something in the bag at the top of his side of the bed roll. That left his neck completely unguarded and I took the opportunity to attack. I was kissing and biting it and started to give Matt a hickey. This got his attention and he stopped what he was doing for a few seconds and moaned loudly. I laughed and bit him harder.
Retrieving what he was searching for, Matt’s head came around again to mine and we kissed again. Only this time, Matt had firmly taken charge of the situation – just what I wanted – but I wasn’t going to make it too easy for him. As he tried to lift his upper body up into a sitting position, I grabbed his shoulders and held on.
This stopped him, momentarily, and then, placing a hand on my chest, he pushed himself up. I tried to follow his motion, but he was having nothing of it and semi-roughly pushed me and held me down for a few seconds.
When he felt my body cease to resist, he sat up a little more and reached over my head again and brought his pillow down over my head. I felt his left hand move under the small of my back and as he pulled my ass up, I helped by lifting with my legs. At the same time as he moved the pillow under the small of my back, the towel over it. As I lowered myself down onto the pillow, the top of my legs and the bottom of my ass didn’t touch ground.
I looked up at Matt sitting upright now, and saw a look of lust in his eyes. He looked me right in the eye and seeing the same in mine, lowered his eyes to my cock. From beside him, he raised a plastic container of lubricant and opening it, turned it upside down and held it over my crotch. Matt gently squeezed out a little and a cold dollop of gel landed half way down my cock. This caused me to jump a little, but not as much as when he started massaging the fluid up the entire length of my cock though.
As he slowly pumped my cock, he brought the lubricant container over his cock and squirted a generous amount onto his own cock. As he was placing the container down, I reached out and started spreading the cool liquid all over the length of his cock.
We both enjoyed pumping each other’s cocks for a few seconds. This was a really erotic sensation, because my groin was abnormally raised in the air. I felt a flush of excitement and adrenaline curse through my whole body. The manifestation of this was a shudder that started at my toes and worked its way all the way to my head. All I could say, was “Oh fuck, I am so horny for your cock right now Matt!”
Matt smiled down at me and said, “I am happy to help you with that. Are you sure you want to?” He waited for me to reply and all I could manage was a nod of my head.
With that, Matt took his hand off my cock and moving both under my thighs, just above my bent knees, he raised them up. Letting go of each other at the same time, I hooked my elbows behind my knees, keeping the area, well and truly open and accessible. Matt picked up the lube and squirting another generous amount onto the tips of the fingers of his left hand slowly lowered it out of my view.
The first thing I felt was the cool lube touch my anus and it caused me to jump. This didn’t deter Matt, in fact he didn’t even look up – he was too engrossed in what he was doing. He started to rub the lube around my anus, gently massaging the puckered muscle. Even though I was nervous, I gave myself over to the feelings of trust I had for Matt and of the lust that I felt. I was at peace with myself, which I think is why it only took about ten seconds for me to relax and for Matt’s middle finger to enter me.
Applying a little more lube, Matt started to slowly move his finger in and out of my arse. When he felt I had relaxed a little more, he inserted a second finger and then a third.
As my anus adjusted to the stretch, I could feel it relax open and as Matt continued to slowly fuck me with his fingers, I could feel my arse accommodate the girth that was being asked of it, more and more comfortably.
I hadn’t said anything and I lay there, eyes closed, only occasionally moaning softly. I was just too caught up in the feeling of having another guy’s fingers inside me again, occasionally rubbing against my prostate.
At this point, Matt took the lube and squirted more on his cock and the squirted a generous amount into my arse. Now his cock and my arse were as ready as they would ever be.
Matt had spread the lube he put on his cock, along its massive length and he now shifted his position slightly, to bring his hips into line with mine. Shuffling forward slightly, I felt Matt’s cock slap down on my balls. He raised his hips a little and guided his cock towards my arse.
Slowly withdrawing his fingers, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I felt love and lust and excitement and apprehension all at the same time. But I trusted him and so, when I felt the hot tip of Matt’s cock touch my anus, there was only a flicker of concern, before I raised my ass a little towards the cock that would take my cherry and change me forever.
Matt looked at me now and I smiled back at him. My signal resulted in Matt increasing the pressure on my anus and bearing down, and wriggling my ass a little. Matt slowly increased the pressure and I could feel my anus start to open further than it had ever done before. It kept expanding until, it stopped and I started to feel pain. It started to hurt a little as Matt increased the pressure again.
I winced and seeing this Matt stopped pushing forward. “Are you OK?” He asked, with a great deal of concern in his voice.
“It just hurts a little” I said through gritted teeth.
I felt Matt back off a little, relieving me of some of my pain. Opening my eyes and looking Matt directly in his, I said “No, no!….Keep going!”
With that, Matt slowly increased the pressure again and this time I could feel his cock starting to make some progress. I let out a growl and bearing down further still, wriggled my arse back and forth, to force his huge cock knob inside me.
For a moment I thought it would never fit, then it just popped in. After a flash of mild pain and pressure on my anus, I felt it relax further and the doubt of being capable of stretching enough to get Matt’s cock in me, just fell away. Matt held himself in place, as my anus adjusted to the extent to which it was being asked to stretch.
We had modified our positions so that Matt’s forearms kept my knees up around my chest. After about a minute I felt comfortable enough to wriggle my arse a little to test how I was coping. To my surprise, it felt good.
Matt asked if I was alright and I said, “Yeh, I’m good actually. I didn’t think that your big fat cock was going to fit in at all for a second and I got a little worried there. But now that I’ve had time to adjust, it feels good.”
Looking at me intently, I could tell that he was trying to read my face to see if I was lying or something. Obviously he saw that I was telling the truth, so he asked, “Do you want to keep going, rest some more, or do you want me out and we try again later?”
I could sense that his question was asked with all sincerity, but I had begun to feel pleasure and I wanted to see where this went. It wasn’t like when your cock is inside a woman, of course. I had known that I wouldn’t feel that sort of pleasure – a bowel just isn’t made for that. I felt pleasure from having him inside me, the feeling of closeness. I also had the sensation of fullness and the first tingling of pleasure, from the pressure his cock was putting near my prostate and felt that it was something I wanted more of.
Then there was also the pleasure of the knowledge that I was giving myself to Matt completely. That I was making him happy and that we were one. I was actually pretty fucking horny and looked down at my cock to see it still standing proudly to attention.
Smiling, I looked up at Matt and said, “Why don’t we see how far we can both get. I am starting to really enjoy this and I can feel that you are too, because your cock is throbbing inside me.” As I said the last part, I gave my sphincter a squeeze, drawing an involuntary moan from Matt.
Smiling back at me, he said “OK then. I’ll go slow. But tell me if I am going too fast for you. You’ll probably not be able to take all of me on the first go round.”
I looked at him, giggling and said, “Is that another challenge I need to accept?” Pausing, I continued, “I like my chances actually. Besides, I have loved the feel of having latex balls come into contact with my ass, so I don’t want to miss out on feeling the real thing.”
Matt gave a small laugh and said, “Well then.” I felt his weight shift slightly and felt the pressure from the tip of his cock increase inside by bowel. Matt’s huge cock went in about three more inches quite easily. But it then felt like an impenetrable barrier had been erected by my bowel – my inner sphincter activated and shut down for the winter. Matt stopped when I winced in pain and asked again if I was OK. I said I was fine and just needed to stop for a little bit.
This had happened the first couple of times that I had used a vibrator, and again when I first used my own dildo. It was obviously the change in diameter and circumstances, that set this stoppage in motion, but I had discovered what to do and just relaxed. I said to Matt, “Just slowly put pressure forward and I’ll be OK. It may take a minute or so, but I’ll get there.”
Matt applied a little pressure and as I relaxed more, I felt my inner sphincter slowly, tentatively, start to relax. Matt kept a steady pressure and gradually the vice-like grip, on only allowing anything to go past it in the opposite direction, eased. Unlike before, it took quite a bit of time. Just as I thought it may not happen, my inner sphincter relaxed enough and, getting to a point, fully opened, letting Matt’s cock proceed.
Even with the mild pressure that he was applying, when it got to that point, about two inches of Matt’s cock thrust into me in one. All of a sudden, there was a feeling of fullness, to a degree that I had never felt before, that came over me. It was a feeling not unlike the feeling you get when you can feel a really big number two start to make its way past your upper sphincter.
It was actually quite amazing and all we could both do, in unison, was moan. Matt from the feeling of heat up over half of the monster and me from a feeling of fullness and pressure on my bowel that was very… very intense.
Matt stopped and we both relaxed for a few seconds.
“Keep going”, I said. But Matt didn’t. Instead he remained motionless. “Are you OK?” I asked.
In a voice that was a little raspy, Matt said, “Yeh, I’m OK. Just need to get over the feeling of wanting to cum. Man you have a tight arse and it is so fucking hot in there. I wasn’t sure if you’d let me in, but when you did, it felt like your arse was trying to suck the cum out of my balls.”
I laughed and pulling him to me, kissed him passionately. Still holding his face in my hands, I said “Well that is my eventual aim here and even if you cum right now, I’d be the happiest I’ve ever been. But you take your time lover, because we have all the time in the world. And I want this fucking fantastic feeling of being filled to capacity, to just keep getting better.”
As soon as I said that I gave my sphincter a big squeeze, trying to cut his cock off. Matt’s eyes slammed shut and he half collapsed onto me.
I relaxed my sphincter and wriggled my arse a little, laughing out loud.
Matt’s eyes slowly opened and looking down at me he saw that I was smiling. A broad grin came across his face and a wickedness came into his eyes. “So that’s the way it’s going to be then – eh?” Matt said.
I felt Matt’s body shift slightly and then felt pressure against the inside of my bowel. Matt’s cock slowly made its way inside me. One inch more then another. When it was almost all inside me, he stopped and started backing out.
Matt kept withdrawing his cock until there was only about two inches still inside me. He lifted one hand and I heard the spurt of some more lube being applied to his cock. I felt his fingers rub lightly against my anus, causing me to violently shuddering with pleasure, I let out a soft involuntary moan.
This stopped Matt and he looked up at me. With my eyes barely open he said, “Oh, So you like that huh? This is becoming a bit of a trend” As my mouth opened to answer him, Matt proceeded to rub around my anus with two fingers.
“OHHHH! Fuck! Of fuck Matt! Of fuck that is so good!” I said, through gasps of air. I had never thought that my anus could be so sensitive, but obviously having a huge cock inside it, stretching it to the max, made it way more so.
Matt continued to rub around my anus as he applied inward pressure to his cock and started to fill me up again. He moved slowly and this somehow accentuated the pleasure that I was getting from my anus.
He moved slowly in to about the seven inch mark again and then withdrew, just as slowly. This he did a couple more times, without rubbing around my anus, instead using his arms just to steady himself. On the fifth or so time, Matt continued until almost all of the monster was inside me.
With just on eight inches of Matt’s huge cock inside me, it seemed to bottom out (so to speak). I think that it was just the shape of my bowel, but I felt the tip of mat’s cock reach what felt like a bend. He felt it too and as I opened my eyes, I saw his searching my face for any indication that I wanted him to stop. I looked up at him and said, “It’s ok man. I think it just needs a minor adjustment.”
Finding the truth in my eyes, Matt started to slowly increase the pressure inwards.
I closed my eyes again and concentrated on relaxing and on the sensation coming from deep within me. I slowly moved my hips from side to side and up and down, trying to help get the last inch of Matt’s cock inside me – I wanted it all and I couldn’t yet feel his hips against my skin, or his balls against my arse.
Matt kept increasing the pressure and after a minute or so (time wasn’t something that I was judging well at this point), I felt some give and increased the degree of the movement of my hips. I could feel my bowel starting to shift and could feel the tip of Matt’s cock moving slowly forward. Then, Matt released the pressure from his hips and withdrew about three inches. Then he slowly moved forward again. I lifted my hips a little and the cock inside me made a little more headway. Realising this, Matt repeated his action – as did I. We kept this up a few more times and then it happened.
I’m not sure if it was on the stroke that Matt stopped, or the one prior to that, but I felt Matt’s hips against the back of my thighs and felt the heat from Matt’s balls, against the sides of the crack of my arse. We both stopped and looked at each other. At last, we had both achieved our goal – all of Matt’s cock was inside me!
Smiling, I reached around my hips and felt Matt’s against mine. As if to make sure, I felt in between us and felt the contact. I reached down, around and under further and came into contact with Matt’s balls. I gave them a little squeeze, causing Matt to moan. His cock twitched and this brought forth a moan from me.
I looked up into Matt’s eyes and smiling said, “You’re there! You’re all the way inside me!”
Matt looked down at me and smiling as well, replied “I couldn’t believe it there for a second, but I am. Do you need a break, because it’s taken some time.”
Shaking my head, I said “No honey. I’m actually feeling really good.” Pausing for a second, a shit eating grin came on my face and I said, “…But I think you should do something for me.”
“What’s that?” Matt asked, clearly perplexed.
“Fuck me Matt!” I said with quite a bit of conviction. “I’ve never felt this good, even when I’ve cum before. Right now I want to experience what it feels like to be fucked by a huge cock like yours. I want you to fuck me and cum inside me.”
This time the shit eating grin came over Matt’s face and he said, “Well I am here but to grant all your wishes.”
Matt took a deep breath and then started to slowly withdraw his huge cock from inside me. He took it back three inches and then slowly slid all the way back inside me. Taking it out again, this time until about five inches was left inside me, he again refilled me to capacity, only with a little more force. He gradually increased the length of his strokes, also increasing the speed as he went, until I felt the rib at the base of his cock rub past my prostate gland.
That movement sent a wave of pleasure, through my cock, up my stomach, past my nipples, right to the centre of my brain and back again. With the next stroke, I felt the rib of Matt’s cock head rub against my anus and the same wave of pleasure, only a little more intense, washed over me again. As his cock came to rest, as far as its length would allow it to, Matt paused and said, “Are you OK? Do you want me to keep going?”
All I could say, through short panting breaths, was, “Fuck….yes…keep….going…Need…it…harder!”
Matt didn’t say anything – he didn’t need to. But, the next thing he did was to pull his cock all the way out of me. My anus stayed open, and I felt a hunger for Matt’s cock to be back inside me, like I feel when I haven’t eaten for two days. I felt his weight change for a few seconds and felt the cool lubricant tube briefly touch my anus. Hearing and feeling the cold lube as he squirted a big dollop just inside my arse, I shuddered. My anus was still wide open, unable to even think about closing, even just a little. I was in heaven.
All I could do was utter a guttural moan, somewhere between pain and pleasure, when Matt’s weight shifted again. I felt the hot tip of his cock at my anus again. I was immediately calmed and Matt once again entered me – a little slowly, I think because he wanted to make sure that he didn’t hurt me.
A couple of long slow strokes from Matt, to the point of just withdrawing all the way, was all it took to make sure that the lube was spread along the length of my bowel. It’s passage felt easier, and over the next couple of strokes it felt like there was less pleasure because of the lube. But the sensations quickly returned and Matt, keeping the length to the point where the rib at the base of the tip of his cock just popped out of my anus, started to increase the speed of his strokes.
After a short time, Matt was feeding his huge cock to me, a full length at a time. With all the pressure, it felt like I was going to cum soon. I reached down beside me and grabbed the tube of lube. Squirting some onto my right hand I bought it to my cock and pushing at Matt’s stomach, signalling him to give me some room, I started to slowly pump my cock, with my lubed hand.
As I stroked my cock, it quickly became evident to me that I was going to cum sooner, rather than later. I relaxed a bit, but with Matt’s cock now pumping my arse strongly, full length, I knew from experience that I wasn’t going to be able to hold my orgasm back.
We were both grunting now and Matt looked down at me and between grunts and moans and forcefully said, “I’m going to cum soon. I can’t hold it back!”
I almost yelled back at him, “Oh yeh! Cum inside me lover. I’m going to cum too….and soon! I want you to cum with me…..Fuck me Matt…Fuck my arse hard and fill it with your cum!
Matt bent down and we deeply and passionately kissed. Our tongues were desperately trying to add to the pleasure that we felt.
As Matt started to fuck me hard, moans that could have been heard across a busy airstrip, came from both of us. I was pumping my cock with one hand and I reached up with the other and took Matt’s right nipple in my finger and thumb of my left hand and started to roll the erect nub between them – twisting it from one extreme to the other.
I could feel my balls contract, the first major sign that I was going to cum and on the next back stroke of Matt’s cock, I yelled, “Gonna cum. Arrrghh!!!”
The whole experience had had my senses at such a heightened level that I felt like I could feel the blood flow through every vein in my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Better than sex with a woman, better than pleasuring myself with my own dildo or vibrator. My senses, particularly of smell, were more alive than they had ever been.
The experience of making love to another man, had completely changed my life. It wasn’t that I loved Matt, but the experience, that he had been the other half of, was more like love making than I had ever experienced before. I knew that I would never be the same again.
With that realisation ringing in my head, I felt my orgasm start, but not the way it normally did. The feeling started at my anus, pulsing, it spread outwards. It spasmed violently, sending shockwaves through my groin. My balls reacted to the first spasm, contracting quickly, causing the muscles in my cock to begin pulsing. It was more acute pleasure than I have ever felt before.
I lifted my head as the pulsing muscles rang through my groin and joining the choir of the anal orgasm.
Matt had been fucking me in five to six inch strokes, in and out of my ass with raw power. At the end of each stroke, the force of his thrust rocked me rearward, forcing my arse into the air more, ensuring that he hit as far home as he would ever be able to.
When I came, my cum shot out of the tip of my cock, with such force that the first spurt landed on my chest. The second hit me in the face and when the third came, I opened my mouth and it landed right in the back of my throat. I didn’t black out, but I did literally see stars and on each contraction, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Just before that my anus clamped down on Matt’s cock, pulsing. This took him over the edge and what came out of his mouth, from the very centre of his being, was a guttural roar, something akin to a battle cry. I felt his cock swell… and swell… and swell.
My anus felt it all and it was now stretched more than it had ever been, even against the violent contractions. Matt bottomed out on his last stroke with such force, that my hips came off the ground and stayed there. I’m not sure, but I will swear to the day I die, that his cock grew in length, because it went further than it had before.
I felt Matt’s contractions start at the base of his cock and felt it, as they made their way along it, for the first three inches or so inside me. The next thing I felt was a fire deep in my bowel, realising that he was filling me with his cum. This triggered additional waves of contractions in my anus, just before the last of my cum, squirted onto my abdomen.
Matt’s orgasm seemed to go on and on. As I felt the intensity of it start to wane, Matt thrust his cock in shorter strokes, to empty his balls and to try and maintain the pleasure he was experiencing.
My orgasm had finished, but I was still furiously pumping my cock with my hand. I gradually slowed and didn’t want to stop the intensely pleasurable feelings. I desperately missed the feeling of my cock in my hand, as I let it go.
Matt’s orgasm slowed, his body gradually collapsed onto mine. I was almost bent in two and as he released his arms, leaving all of his weight on me, I was able to move my legs.
I wrapped my legs around Matt’s hips and my arms around his chest, pulling all of his weight on top of me. I could feel his cock deep in me and his full weight along the length of my torso. It was at that point that I knew what my ex-wife had meant, when she used to tell me to rest all my weight on her, after we had both cum. It was one big security blanket and I wanted to be wrapped in it forever.
Matt’s head was in the crook of my neck and I started stroking his back and ass. We were both still moaning, softly now and less and less frequently.
After about five minutes, I started to feel the release of the pressure on my stretched anus. I realised that Matt’s cock was slowly emptying of blood and I knew that eventually, his cock would slip from me.
I was dreading that very thought, when Matt started to lift his head. As his face came to the same level as mine, I put a hand on either side of his face and bringing his head in line with mine, I looked at him. I noticed twin streaks of moisture down either side of his face and realised that he had shed a couple of tears. I kissed him gently, but with all the passion I could muster.
“Was it that good for you?” I asked as our kiss finished.
Matt looked at me and said, “That was the most intense experience I have ever had. It felt like we were connected in a way that I’ve never felt before.” He paused, considering what he was going to say next. I let him gather his thoughts and after ten or so seconds, he added, “Do you know what? You are a natural at this. You knew just what I wanted and did it just at the right time. And when you came, it felt like your ass was trying to rip my cock off at the base and swallow it whole. It was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t reply immediately. My throat had swollen and there was a pool of moisture in my eyes such that I couldn’t focus properly.
After a short delay, I looked up at Matt and said, “And I have to tell you that it wasn’t me doing anything. I was just responding to you without thinking. My only thought was to please you. But it was so intense for me – more intense than I have ever experienced before. I don’t think that I will ever be the same again. I think that I am one hundred percent convert to your cock. And I’m not sure that I will ever get away from being a bottom” I paused for a few seconds and then added, “Your cock was so deep inside me that I thought it would burst out of my stomach.”
As I said that, I gently squeezed my anus. I felt Matt tense up and he looked down at me and contracting his groin muscles, making his cock swell a little against my anus. This sent a wave of pleasure through me as well and we both moaned in unison.
I pulled Matt to me again and felt his weight against me again.
We stayed that way for about another twenty minutes, enjoying the after effects, and me at least, enjoying the feeling of being both royally fucked and fully sated. In that time I felt Matt’s cock slowly return to its normal width and length. As it did, my anus gradually contracted with it. We both started to get a little restless and I just knew that Matt needed to have a piss as much as I did.
I said, softly, in Matt’s ear, “I have to get up honey. I need a piss. But I don’t want your cock to leave. What do we do?”
Matt lifted his head, looked at me and said, “This.” With that, he slowly started to raise up. I felt his cock start to slip out and was going to resist the evacuation, but just didn’t have the strength.
I lifted my head and watched as a surprisingly clean cock came into view between my open legs. When the head of Matt’s cock finally left the warmth of my arse, it came out with a sizeable plop. The fresh air, caused a slight contraction of my bowel, before my anus slowly shut. It wasn’t watertight by any stretch of the imagination and as Matt raised himself to sit on his haunches, I raised myself up onto my elbows.
As I did this, I let out a big, sort of sloppy, fart. We both smiled at that and I said, “Well that’s to be expected I suppose.”
Matt leaned forward and kissed me briefly. As he slowly moved backwards, he looked down to my crotch and then looked up at me. “Wow. You came in buckets too.” He said with a big grin. I laughed and as I did, I watched as he leaned down and put his lips around my flaccid cock. My laughter stopped immediately.
Matt started to suck my cock, to clean me. He licked my balls and then gradually made his way up my stomach and chest, licking and sucking as he went. It felt fantastic and had I not just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I think that I would have become hard again.
We kissed and I tasted my own cum on his tongue, as they tussled with each other inside our mouths.
Matt sat back on his heals and then stood up and offered me a hand. I took it and as he helped me up, another great fart came from inside me. We both laughed again and I blushed a deep crimson red.
We walked down to the water and back to the rocky outcrop, where this morning had all started. We both lowered ourselves into the water, allowing our bodies to relax a little. I felt another fart leave me – but it was the last one.
We both stood and Matt took up the soap that I had been using and started to wash me. He washed everywhere, being very careful around my anus. I was really enjoying it and I turned to him and said, “You know, it’s not sore or anything – at least at this stage.”
After he had washed me, I returned the favour, paying particular attention to his cock and nuts. But they were remarkably clean.
After finishing, we got out of the water and dried off. This time, Matt made me breakfast. After finishing, I turned to him and said, “Is that what I have to do to get breakfast made for me?”
We both laughed and Matt said, “If you do that every day, I’ll gladly make you breakfast.”
We relaxed for a good hour, drinking cups of coffee, smoking cigarettes and talking about what we had just achieved. At one stage, Matt said, “I really have never been with another guy that was able to take all of me inside him. Not even the women I’ve been with, have been able to. I think you’re amazing.” He got serious for a second and asked if I was sore.
I simply shook my head a said, “Not at all actually. I wasn’t sure that I’d get all of you inside me. In fact there were a couple of times when I doubted my capacity. I’m not sure how I’m going to feel later today, or tomorrow, but having used a dildo regularly, should help.” I paused for a second and then added, “Do you know that having you do that to me, is sooo much better than trying to do it myself. It is just in a league of its own. You are an amazing lover babe. You’ve definitely converted me.”
The conversation went on for a few more minutes and was starting to naturally wain, when I suggested that we take a walk up to the lookout.
As we started up the slope towards the lookout, about a hundred meters from the cave, I felt Matt’s cum start to leak out of me and start to run down the back of my legs. He had cum in torrents and it was now starting to find its way to, and through, my anus. It was a strange feeling. It didn’t bother me at all really, even though I knew that it was mixed with lube and my juices. In fact, it was a bit of a turn-on, knowing what I had done to have this outcome.
When we got about two thirds of the way there, Matt let me go ahead of him. I wasn’t worried about farting by then, but had a growing trail of Matt’s cum running down the inside of each of my legs. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
When we reached the small ledge at the lookout, I realised that he had noticed. I had leant on the small rail, when I felt him come up beside me – but not all the way.
I felt his hip touch mine and at the same time, felt his right hand make its way, from its initial point of contact on my lower back, down over my ass. I felt his hand run down the back of one thigh and back up the other, feeling his fingers becoming more and more lubricated as they went. As he neared my arse, his hand ran on the very inside of my thigh. Matt’s fingers went directly in between my cheeks, slowly lubricating them as they approached my anus.
I moaned, loving the feeling and the attention, bending more at my hips to enjoy his ministrations. I pushed my hips back slightly. When his middle finger touched my anus, it twitched strongly, causing me to moan and bend further. Subconsciously I needed to have something inside it again. Matt continued to rub my anus, increasing the pressure as he went. It relaxed and Matt’s finger found its way all the way inside me with little resistance. I moaned again, more strongly this time.
It was then that I felt Matt’s skin move and his hip lost contact with mine. I didn’t notice too much, lost in the sensations of Matt’s gentle probe, but felt my cock start to harden. I was just about to ask Matt, what he was doing to me, when I found out.
My cock, now almost fully hard, was enveloped in Matt’s lips. He took the whole length of my cock in one move and my body reacted instinctively. My knees sprang apart, wanting to give him better access and at the same time, I moved my hips forward and lowered them, wanting more of both his mouth and his inserted digit. I moaned loudly again and again as his head started to bob up and down on my cock.
Matt had to remove his finger to bring it around between my legs. As it came out of me, my hungry arse chased it. He sensed how much I was enjoying it and moved his hand quickly back to the same spot. This time he inserted it fully, but slowly and with a partner. As his fingers entered me, my hips sank a little more, involuntarily, to ensure that I received all there was to offer. They moved easily inside me, because my bowel was still leaking our combined fluids.
By the time Matt had his fingers fully inserted, he was bobbing up and down on my cock furiously, his tongue flaying all over the tip and length of it. As a result of both actions, it only took me a few minutes to cum. Matt buried his fingers deep inside me, rubbing my prostate hard. At the same time, he thrust his mouth to the base of my cock. I was driven over the edge and had to hold on to the rail and Matt’s head, for fear of falling over.
When my orgasm had subsided, I put one of my hands under Matt’s chin and brought his face up to me. When our lips met, the taste of my cum was strong. As we opened our mouths to each other, I found that Matt had kept some of my cum for me. We swirled it around in each others mouths for a few minutes, gradually swallowing it until there was nothing left, but the occasional glimpse of the elixir of my new life.
We stopped kissing and I asked Matt why he had done that.
He looked at me with a smile on his face and said, “Well I wasn’t about to let you miss out on cumming inside something warm and wet today. Just thought I’d share the love around.”
I laughed and said, “Well I can’t have another orgasm for at least another four hours. My balls will fall off.”
Matt looked at his watch and said, “Well, I guess that I’ll see you at about four o’clock then.”
We both laughed and after he stood, we stayed where we were cuddling.
As I looked out over the sparse landscape, I smiled. I could only imagine what the remainder of our holiday would bring.
More to follow soon.