“No.”
“Good enough for me,” he smiled. “There’s something else you should know.”
“What’s that,” I breathed. He reached down and took the hem of my briefs in his fingers. I was a thin piece of fabric away from losing my modesty.
“Not all gay men like penetrative sex,” he said, staring down at me.
“I know,” I said. “I read about it.”
“Some don’t like it at all. They think it demeaning. There are lots and lots of ways that two men can take pleasure in each other’s body.”
“I know,” I breathed. “I’ve read about some of them.”
He started to peel my briefs down, down my belly, over my hips, ever closer to my genitals . . .
“However,” he said, “it so happens that I do like penetrative sex. Very much.”
“Ohh,” I gasped, realising exactly what he wanted to do, and feeling my stomach fluttering.
“And I prefer,” he said, smiling wickedly as he slowly uncovered my swollen cock and balls and the fabric peeled down over my bare bum, “to be the active partner. You know what that means, Alex?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Tell me,” he said, as my cock sprang free, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
“It means that you want to fuck me,” I said.
“It means that I’m going to fuck you,” John said. “Whether you want me to or not.”
“Ohhh god,” I moaned, trembling as I stared up at him, this older, vastly more experienced man who had got me precisely where he wanted me, and who was about to do something to me that nobody had ever done.
“Yes,” he said, and he whipped my briefs off me, stripping me naked, and then produced a tube of lubrication and leaned down to kiss me while his other hand began to massage lube between the cheeks of my bum.
I kissed him back, passionate, opening myself like I’d never done to any previous partner, letting him use me, feeling the forbidden and dark pleasure of submission. I found myself making repeated, soft, high whimpers as he pushed the lube up between my naked buttocks.
“I’m going to loosen you,” he murmured in my ear, and pressed with his finger on my anus. I squirmed and went “Aaahhh!” as he pushed his fingertip into me. “Why are you doing that?!”
“Because if I don’t, it will really hurt when I go in for real,” he gasped, kissing my face as I bucked and squirmed beneath him. I felt him pushing into me, his finger violating me in a way that nobody had ever done, and the feeling that I normally had during sex with a girl, of just wanting to have that lovely tight wetness (or even tighter slipperiness) enclosing my cock, the feeling of wanting to master her and occupy her, was gone; instead there was a mad hunger to be occupied, to be filled, to be mastered. It was delicious and poignant and there was something else there, too, as John prepared me to be the passive partner — a kind of sharp pang of humiliation, of losing my usual male pride, of becoming a sissy; of letting John make me into his bitch. I felt my anus getting a little looser and I pushed my hips down on his hand, and I was glad that I’d given myself an enema on myself earlier in the evening, before my shower, using the kit that I”d bought in the pharmacy.
“God, Alex,” he muttered, “I’ve got to have you, the thing about you that’s provocative . . .”
“Y-yes?” I whimpered.
“It’s your bum,” he said. “Ever since I first saw you on the beach I’ve fantasised what I’m about to do to you. Your bum is the sexiest bum I have ever seen.”
“Oooh!” I moaned, and then to my shock and increasing nervousness he pulled his hand out of me, got off the sofa and quickly peeled his clothes off—all this while, he’d been fully dressed. Then, as I lay spread out and naked beneath him, completely exposed and vulnerable, he rolled me onto my belly and I went “OoooOOHHH!” as I felt him mounting my hips, and the thick bulb of his cock sliding easily between my slippery buttocks, and there were only a few seconds left in which I could say that I still had my anal virginity, and I opened my eyes wide in shock as he pushed, and it hurt, and I shut my eyes and went “UuuuuNNHH! Ohh JoooHHNN! Oh FUCK!” as he went in . . .
And then my breath shot out of me and I went “AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaannnhhhh!” as I felt the head of his cock slip into my anus and the muscle closed around him, and then there was just the thick invading force of the warm pole of muscle thrusting up into me, and I lolled, stunned with the sweet, satisfying force of it, as John began to bugger me.
I sprawled face down on the sofa, an abject male slut, moaning as he took me, my body easing back and forth with his rhythm, pushing my hips back and down on his cock as he pushed in and moving them forwards as he pulled out, the friction of the sofa on my cock and the fullness of his penis in my arse making me rock hard. It was the most animal sex I had ever had. I had never felt so purely flesh. I gave in completely to his desire to master me, to make me his bitch. My blood surged through me and my cock ached beneath me.
He reached under me and pulled on my cock, and reached up and caressed my face. I shut my eyes and deliriously sucked on his fingers as John butt-fucked me, my lithe, sunburned young naked body squirming on the sofa underneath him, moans and whimpers being pumped from my mouth as I gave in to the experience.
It was violent, too; the most violent sex I had ever experienced. To feel his weight pressing me down, his body actually invading mine, was to feel that I’d been overpowered by a stronger, more dominant animal. I heard rhythmic, guttural moans and realised that I was making them myself. I sounded like an animal being brutalised, or a man being methodically and comprehensively beaten up.
His arms were around me, his legs tangled in mine, his strong body pushing and flexing steadily and rhythmically and mine passive, prone, giving with each pump and obediently opening up to let him into me, as far as he could go.
I had a brief moment of insight; I had come on this holiday to have some uncomplicated sex with strange women, and here I was after a week, face down and stark naked on some stranger’s sofa while an older man fucked me up my arse and reduced me to his whimpering toyboy. So much for my heterosexual pride.
Then his cock touched something inside me and a huge orgasm exploded through me with such force that I wept shocked tears and cried “AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!”, a howl of delirious abandon, and I felt my cock spurting semen in his tight fist, as he came, gasping, deep inside my rectum.
And then it was over, and it was me lying beneath him and hauling in deep breaths and weeping a little, while he sank on top of me, holding me tight, nuzzling me gently, and kissing the back of my neck softly.
I may have dozed off for a moment because I opened my eyes to find my face wet with tears and the sofa beneath me sticky with my own cum. He was still on top of me, his softened cock still inside me, and he lifted his head and said quietly “Are you okay, Alex?”
“That was . . . that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had,” I whimpered. “Oh my god.”
“I’m so glad,” he said, and he hugged me. I felt him pulling out of me and gave a little whimper of protest as he did so, but then he got off me and sat up, looking down at me still lying prone and naked on the sofa.