A gay story: Anticipation of Penetration Ch. 01
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I was nervous. I admit it.
But there’s no courage without fear, is there? I had reason to fear. I was waiting for a near-total stranger to come over and fuck my ass.
I’d only had my ass fucked once before, except for that one time long ago, and I had a lot to lose if I was found out, but here I was anyway, waiting in a hotel room for a guy I had just contacted an hour or so ago to come over and, well, fuck me.
I had bottomed one time before. I was nervous then, too.
He was an Asian guy about 30 with a tight body and a slim cut cock a little over six inches long. He took my anal virginity in a bathhouse about 15 years ago.
We had met in the maze of the baths 20 miles from my home, where he had taken my 6 inch, achingly hard cock in his velvety mouth, his lips tight around the base, breathing loudly through his nose, his tongue caressing the underside of my shaft until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up from his haunches seconds before I would’ve shot my load onto his warm tongue.
His mouth met mine, we pressed our lips together hard and our tongues wrestled wetly in each other’s mouths. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself in and our making out took on more bruising passion. I felt him transfer his weight to my neck and bring his legs up to my hips, which put his asshole right above my steel hard cock, my hands cupping his small, tight buns as I easily held him up in the standing fuck position.
I usually didn’t fuck in this sort of situation, I told myself, but he caught me unaware when he lowered his asshole to my flaring cockhead until it popped past the tight ring of his anus. He must have lubed himself earlier, I though. I held him up while he took a few strokes there, standing up, his legs crossed behind my thrusting ass. He relaxed on to my shaft all the way and I felt his ring spasm a little right near the very base of my throbbing cock, and my pubic hair crushed against the bottom of his small, tight buns, my balls against his taint. “Oooh,” he moaned when he bottomed out. It was warm inside the baths that day, so a few minutes ago my large, hairy balls were swinging at the bottom of my loose scrotum, but now they were drawn up tight and buzzed with the need to pumped dry inside my partner’s slick, gripping asshole.
I looked down between our bodies for the union of my cock and his ass, to watch my cock disappear into his asshole, then withdraw, pulling his asshole back toward me, concave on the in stroke, convex on the out stroke. The wrinkles of his asshole rode in and out, on a sheen of lubricant and my pre-cum.
Watching my cock disappear into man or woman gets me going really fast, and seeing my thick veiny shaft pistoning in and out of my lover’s anal ring, with a wet marker left to indicate how deep each thrust went, was no exception. I shivered from head to toe and clamped down to keep my cum from erupting into the velvet, clasping sleeve of his rectum. I had my hands on his tight buttocks and held him up to stop his next downstroke. My cock was vibrating with pent up orgasm, but I clamped down and wished it away for the moment. I tilted my hips back and withdrew my twitching, rock hard cock from his tight, hot anus, fighting my body’s reluctance to stop now.
He put his feet back on the floor, and we made out for a minute, post-interrupted coitus, our tongues standing in for our cocks.
I nearly swooned,but broke off the kiss, looking down to steady myself, seeing his trim, flat abdomen, narrow hips and throbbing cock, about 6 inches and slim, cut, perfectly straight, with a pointed head that tapered to a ridge that was just larger than his slim, smooth shaft. Some prominent veins meandered along the sides of it. His smallish balls were drawn up tight in his wrinkled scrotum. His coarse, sparse black pubic hair wasn’t curly, it was straight and kinked at the same time. His cock was drooling a string of precum.
I took my towel from the hook and folded it for a cushion between my knees and the polished concrete floor, then knelt, placing his beautiful cock right in front of my face, opened my mouth and took it in, directly, to the base.
I’m an over-eager cocksucker. I want more cock in my mouth than my throat can handle. I gag easily, unless the angle of the dangle is just right. That’s happened once. This was not that time.
I gagged and coughed around the flared head of his cock as it touched near the back of my throat, but I held him there deep, with my hands pulling him in by the buttocks, and gagged and coughed again around his silky shaft, which I held against my palate with the strength of my tongue. I knew everyone could hear us now, or me, choking on too much cock in my mouth. He pulled back, and he slowly withdrew, then thrust in again, not quite as deep. His hands were on the back of my head, holding it at his ideal depth and angle, and he pulled back out. I salivated heavily, and I tightened my lips around his retreating shaft until the ridge of his swollen cockhead backed up to the inside of my lips then popped out. A rope of thick saliva stretched from the point of his cock to my tongue, then snapped, and fell along my chest, and I gasped and caught my breath.
“Let’s go to my room” he whispered. I stood and we kissed and touched our tongues together.
“Okay” I said, thinking of how I was going to be fucking that sweet, tight ass between those sweet smooth, tight buns in a few moments. I paraded through the club with my raging, purple veined cock following his lithe, smooth, trim body and small tight buns leading the way. Everyone knew I was going to be fucking that beautiful bottom.
We got to the room, and while he fumbled with the key, I pressed my cock into his buns and put my hands on his hips and rubbed my cock in his crack. I kissed his neck. Another bather, wrapped in a towel that was tented in the front, slid by us in the narrow hallway, dragging his cock against my ass as he passed.
We entered the cubicle and resumed making out. He was about three inches shorter than my 5’11”, and, at around 175#, I out weighed him by about 30#, so when we stood and kissed, I bent down to meet his mouth and suck his tongue into mine. We again made out for several minutes, our rock hard cocks trapped between us.
Or, at least, my cock was trapped between us. Because he was shorter than me, his cock poked between my legs, under my balls and along my taint to rest with his upper ridge of his cock’s head against the wrinkle of my asshole.
As we kissed deeply, his cock sawed along my taint and balls, rubbing against my asshole repeatedly. I tried to grab it by flexing by buttocks. The fleeting touches of his cockhead to my asshole send a shiver up my spine.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
“What?” I blurted, not sure I had heard him correctly.
“I want to fuck your sweet tight ass with my cock,” he said. His arm went around my waist and down to my ass. He grabbed my left bun and squeezed, then moved his hand to put his middle finger right on my hole, which contracted on the contact and pulled his finger in almost imperceptibly.