“I’m not prepared for that,” I said, which was true, I hadn’t cleaned out my ass before coming down to the bathhouse, but, somehow, my hips shifted to rub my asshole against his finger..
He smiled, and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth, dominating my tongue and giving me a shiver down my back.
He tongue-fucked me, and I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth and shivered again. He noticed.
He took my raging cock in his hand and stepped back, softly stroking it and looking through a bag under the bunk. He took out a length of tubing.
Still holding me by my stiff cock, he said “follow me” and towed my through the club, my cock in his hand, to a bathroom marked “douching station.” We passed a couple of other patrons on our way. One gave my partner a thumbs up and grinned at me as he moved past. grabbing my ass and squeezing as he went by, stroking a big stiff dick that poked through a gap in his towel.
We both entered, and he closed and locked the door behind us. “Stand in front of the toilet,” he said, and I did, like I was going to pee. “Turn around,” he said, while hooking the tubing to a spigot on the wall. “Bend over, I’m going to clean you out. I’ll put this tube against your asshole and turn the water on a little. You’ll feel a little pressure. Then you let the water out into the toilet. No need to hold it in or anything.”
I did has I was told and the water came out almost clear.
“That’s good. Let’s do it again anyway.” I told him I could do it myself, but he insisted on holding the hose against my hole while he turned the water on.
This time it came out clean. He did it again anyway. We hadn’t brought a towel, so when we left, him again leading me by my now softened cock, everyone in the club could see the wetness from my ass down my legs. I had cooperated, helped while he prepared my ass to be nice and clean, just the way he liked it, for invasion by his cock,
We got back to his cubicle, and he took a towel and carefully dried my legs and ass. While he was down there, he sucked my softened cock into his wet mouth and ran his tongue along the bottom and sides until I stiffened, reaching to the back of his mouth. To my surprise, he took me deeper and I felt my cockhead pop into his throat. He held it there a moment. I almost came.
He knew that, and didn’t want me to come yet. He wanted me at the peak of sexual excitement so that I’d do almost anything to get off. He pulled his mouth off and grabbed me by my twitching shaft, squeezed hard and pushed my chest so I fell back onto the small bed, my legs hanging over the edge.
He took a position between my legs, rubbed my chest, rubbed my nipples, looked into my eyes and said “I’m going to fuck you.”
“I’ve never been fucked” I said, “I’m not sure.”
He stroked my cock which was lying in my belly. His cock stroked over the top of mine, his balls were rubbing against mine.
I looked at his cock, perfectly shaped, perfectly straight, with a nice pointed but flared cockhead winking at me as he unconsciously moved his hips in a subtle fucking motion.
I’d always been a top when fucking, but like many tops, I’ve thought about bottoming, especially since many of my bottoms seemed to have such a great time riding my cock, or taking it doggie style, or missionary style, my favorite, because I can look into their eyes as they ride the wave of the orgasm my plunging cock brings them. That look and feeling, when their eyes roll up and their asshole spasms and clenches around my buzzing cock, and their eyes open back up and stare off into the infinity of pleasure they’re feeling, is the best. It always sets me off on my own orgasm.
This time is going to be the first time that I’m going to be the bottom, I thought. Another man is going to stretch my asshole open and shove his hard fuckmeat deep into my body. A first.
A turning point. A turning out point.
His cock was slim enough that I thought “I can take that,” and I prepared my mind for penetration, balls deep.
So I put my legs on his shoulders, tilted my pelvis so he could see that I was offering my asshole to him, put my hand behind his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.
His tongue pushed right into my open mouth insistently and I let it in, caressing it with my tongue as it probed me, but it was his cock that I was really thinking about. He was really thrusting against me, rhythmically dry-humping along my stiff shaft, his ball sack swinging into mine on the in stroke.
Then he broke off our deep tongue kiss, backed his cock and pelvis away from mine, dropped down and stuck his tongue right in the center of my asshole, probing it as deeply as he could, then licking around the rim and across it, and again. Our kisses had wetted his mouth thoroughly and he transferred that saliva from his tongue to my twitching anal ring.
I reached to grasp my ass cheeks and pull them apart so he could really ream me out. I was in heaven.
His mouth moved between my cheeks and I felt his tongue probing me again. His tongue laved my pulsing hole, then he stiffened and pointed it, and it poked in a short way, and again, and again. I felt my asshole and crack getting wetter.
I moaned and pressed back against his face, and I heard him fumbling for something, heard a click. He pulled his wet face away from my anus and replaced it with a cold, slippery fingertip, which circled my hole, rubbing over the wrinkled surface, a couple of times until he put the tip into the center of my wrinkle and pushed in. His finger was well lubed and slipped in easily. The lube and the water from the douche made it easy. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and pulled it out most of the way, then pushed it in and out a few more times.
I moaned and said “Oooh,” as he did sawed his finger in and out of me. “That feels nice,” I said.
He took his finger out and replaced it with two, which slid in easily, but with a sense of stretching that wasn’t uncomfortable. He twisted them, screwed them into me, spreading his fingers as much as he could against my sphincter, stretching my asshole slightly.
He bent over at the waist while finger fucking me and took my cock back into his mouth, working just my cockhead with his lips and tongue. He snapped his taut lips over the sharp ridge of my glans. He probe my cock’s hole with his tongue. He licked the whole thing with his flat tongue.
“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” I moaned.
He took my cock in his mouth to the root, removed his two fingers from my ass, and shoved three fingers in.
He could only get the tips of his three fingers in at first, and I moaned at the feeling of being stretched to the limit, but I hadn’t reached my limit yet. As he continued to work my cock, he worked more of his three fingers in an out, and my asshole relaxed a little until he had nearly all of his three fingers inside me. It hurt a bit, sometimes, to be honest, but his magical sucking mouth and dancing tongue had me on the edge of blowing my load, so the pain didn’t really register in my head.
I wanted more. I wanted the real thing.
His mouth plunged down again and I felt his lips at the very bottom of my shaft, and I felt another shiver and a buzzing in my balls that I knew meant I was dangerously close to spewing my seed.