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Anal Awakenings 2Story: Anal AwakeningsPart Twom/f, m/m/mThe favourite sexual position of most of my girlfriends has beenmissionary. I can understand that. One ex once told me that she enjoyed thesense of closeness and mutuality that she felt when we were face to face;that we could kiss each other and look into each others’ eyes.I don’t really think that’s it. Most women, in my experience, havedifficulty facing up to their true desires and pleasures; talking abouttheir sexuality in terms of intimacy and emotional closeness feels safe. Itseems to me that missionary can be intimate and sensual, but let’s get real- it’s a wonderful position for women to experience submission in, as it’sthe most passive. To me the intimacy stuff is about justifying andlegitimising the pleasure of submission – about taking away any sense ofhumiliation or exploitation.I feel like I have a better understanding of sexual submissiveness since Ilet my gay best friend fuck me. There’s something dangerous and wantonabout making yourself truly passive. I can understand why women might wantto construct an emotional way of handling that – after all, they have toeat a lot more shit in the world than men. If that’s your life experiencethen to stand any chance of enjoying subjugation in a sexual context you’regoing to need to find a way of understanding it as something other thansubjugation – like intimacy. What made getting fucked okay for me was thatI’m pretty secure in my masculinity. A lifetime of rugby playing andwomanising – what better macho credentials can a man have?But I understand where my ex was coming from when she said that she enjoyedthe closeness and mutuality of missionary. Getting fucked up the arse was abig deal for me – I’m straight, for god’s sake – but I love my friend Tomlike a brother. Getting sexually intimate with him felt like a naturalextension of getting into a scrum together – his macho aura, the sheermasculinity and power of his physical presence felt like a reflection andreinforcement of myself. And who am I k**ding? The fact that I love havingmy arsehole played with helped a lot too! I’ve been fingering myself for along time, I even tried a girlfriend’s vibrator once – hated it – felt hardand unnatural. I love fucking women up the arse; for me it’s the ultimatesense of intimacy I can experience, and I’m now getting my head round thefact that this is because I can relate to what my sexual partner isexperiencing, as well as appreciate the extraordinary sense of sexual powerthat it gives me.For what it’s worth, if I’m going the conventional route, my favouriteposition is to have her riding my thick cock. I enjoy a sense ofseparation. I’m an incredible voyeur – I’ve always been aroused by porn -and when I’m on my back with a gorgeous woman using me, I can lie there andwatch her, and watch my cock going in and out of her, and the pleasure ofwatching intensifies the pleasure of the intercourse. What man doesn’tenjoy seeing his cock moving in and out of the cunt of a woman he desires?What greater sense of validation can he ever get of his masculinity, of hispotency? I guess my answer would be, to see my cock moving in and out ofher arsehole. Fuck, that gets me off! I love it when women enjoy gettingbuggered. I love the fact that they know they’re not supposed to like it -that it degrades them as women – and yet they still can’t help themselves.After my night with Tom and his boyfriend Jude I thought that I’d doneserious damage to myself. At first I was euphoric – if I’m honest, I’dalways been curious about what it would feel like to be fucked. My firstexperience was pretty extreme, not only in terms of accommodating Tom’shuge cock up my hole, but in terms of what it did to my head. It’s adisconcerting thing for a virile, macho straight man to experience his mostintense sexual pleasure with another man. Tom and I haven’t really spokensince. I’m not proud of that – he’s my best friend. But I don’t reallythink we can deal with each other right now. It feels awkward. In the cabon the way home my sense of euphoria had already stated to ebbaway. Sitting on the car seat was painful – my rectum felt damaged, reallyruined, and that was scary. I had visions of shitting blood, of having togo to casualty and try and explain what I’d been doing.It was then that I really felt the shame of what I’d done for the firsttime. I don’t have a problem admitting to myself that I like having my arseplayed with. I have a major problem with the idea of other people knowingabout it. I’m a big man. I’m over six and a half feet tall, and broadshouldered. In the last few years my belly has slackened and filled out,but I’m still in shape. I have a professional, well paid job. I’m used tobeing treated with respect, of moving through the world anticipating itmaking way for me. I’m not used to people sniggering behind my back. One ofthe reasons I respect men like Jude, Tom’s boyfriend, is that they manageto maintain a sense of dignity, of personal power, despite the fact thatmost people around them perceive them to be gay. Jude’s not effeminate, buthe certainly isn’t macho. He’s good looking in a boyish sort of way, and hehas an open, personable manner. Many of his gestures and expressions arerather exaggerated – he can be very camp. I don’t want to have to deal withthe kind of shit men like Jude have to deal with, same as I couldn’t copewith the kind of constant low level humiliation women have to processdaily. I’m not about to allow my personal tastes to undermine my socialstatus.Emma’s tits have a wonderful sense of fleshy mass about them. She’s fairlywell endowed, and they hang low on her chest. As she rode my cock theyswayed heavily with a delicious light slapping sound as their weight swungthem out and to the sides and then back into her body. I wanted to reach upand cup their weight in my hands, I wanted to feel my hands full of hertits; but I was enjoying their free movement too much to compromiseit. Instead I concentrated on watching her face as she fucked herselfvigorously. Her broad mouth was slack with pleasure whilst her eyes werescrewed up in concentration. I knew that this was a good position forher. My cock bends upwards quite markedly – what you might call a bananadick. If I let her wriggle around on top of me I know she can line up thehead of my penis with the root of her clitoris as it hits the back of hervagina.Emma is lousy at giving me head, but she more than makes up for it with hersincere conviction that my penis is very large. It isn’t, but her relativelack of experience, and my relative thickness and curviness happilycoincide to give us both what gets us off. Looking at her face I knew thatthe head of my cock was hitting that G spot every time she sank down on toit. She was making lovely grunts and pants of exertion as she pumpedherself up and down. Her knees were astride my thighs and she was leaningback on her hands. Her whole body seemed presented towards me. Heruntrimmed bush glistened moistly, and I could see the pinkness of her outerlips curling and uncurling around the shaft of my cock as it moved in andout. The angle of her body was pulling my penis down and away from mybelly, causing a thrilling tension in my groin. I could feel my pleasurebuilding, could feel the heat in my loins intensifying. I sat up and leanedinto her body, cupping her plump buttocks with my hands, and drawing myknees up behind her. She pushed herself up on her knees and held still as Istarted humping up into her. My thrusts were fast and hard and she gruntedsharply each time my cock banged up her. She let her arms fall against myback and I pushed my face into her tits, revelling in the smell of her. Shestarted to cum, yelping out her pleasure in thrilling gasps as her cunttightly spasmed on my shaft. I groaned deeply into her tits as my penisstarted pumping my orgasm into her. I felt big and powerful, surrounded bysoftness, by Emma’s deliciously yielding femininity. As our climaxessubsided she sank down into my lap, absently stroking my hair. I felt ourjuices dampening my thighs. I put my head back and found her mouth with mylips. She kissed me passionately. Her tongue felt small and soft in mymouth. My stubble felt rough and crude against her skin. I pulled hertowards me strongly; I felt my softening cock pulse in her cunt as herbreasts mashed up against my hairy chest. Gently she pushed me back down onto the bed, and followed, snuggling into my armpit. Her left leg was stillthrown over mine, and the head of my cock was still lodged just inside her.We lay there companionably for a while, listening as our breathing returnedto normal. I loved these moments with Emma. She was always so contented byour fucking. She never ruined our post coital bliss with anxious queriesabout how it was for me, or with passive aggressive little pointers abouthow it could be better for her.’Let’s have Tom and Jude over for dinner on Saturday’ Her head was tuckedunder my chin; she was absently fingering the hairs on my chest, ‘Youhaven’t seen Tom for a couple of weeks, and you know how much I like Jude.”Yeah, he really likes you too.’ I kissed the top of her head, ‘I forgot totell you that Jude asked me to send his love the last time I saw them.”It’ll be fun to see them. We could make cocktails – the last time we hadmargueritas Tom was hysterical.”Yes he was.’ My tone was flat and unenthusiastic.’What’s the matter, don’t you want them to come?’ She tilted her head up tolook at me.I didn’t know what to say. Wrapped in Tom and Jude’s arms with a belly fullof their cum and Tom’s piss, my arsehole truly liberated, all I’d wanted todo was come home and share with Emma my sense of euphoria. I’d wanted hervery badly then. Had wanted exactly what we now shared. I’d wanted to holdher and murmur my intimate desires into her hair and feel her greatcomforting approval as she put her arms round me.The next Friday, I couldn’t wait to get home. It’d been a shitter of a day,and I longed to get out of my suit. As the road eventually cleared I pusheddown hard on the Saab’s accelerator and felt a delicious corresponding roarfrom under the bonnet. The day’s only consolation was that I’d managed toget out of the office at lunchtime; Marie had held back the tide ofincoming bullshit for an hour and a half and I’d managed to get up toSoho. I glanced at my briefcase on the passenger seat next to me. I’dbought a beautiful leather strap on for Emma, complete with the mostperfect jet-black dildo. It curved upward at the end and had a series ofdeep ridges around its head. It reminded me, in shape and size, of Jude’spenis. My arsehole contracted in my underpants. It felt tight andclenched. I couldn’t imagine it spreading to accept the dildo, let aloneTom’s massive member. I felt a painful pang in my chest as I thought of mybest friend. What was I doing ignoring him? And yet it didn’t feel okay toimagine contacting him. I was confused.Emma, bless her, had anticipated my day. The house was in darkness as Iclosed the front door behind me. I found her in the dining room, surroundedby candles, holding out a large tumbler of single malt towards me. I felt arush of warmth for her. As I took in what she was wearing I felt my penisstiffening uncomfortably in the confinement of my pants. She’d loosely tiedher hair up. Strands of it had escaped, accentuating the length of herneck. Her magnificent breasts were pushed upward and out by a black lacybra that I hadn’t seen before. She was wearing a long sheer gown that tiedjust under her breasts. As I looked closer I could see that she wasn’twearing pants. I felt my breath coming more heavily. To complete herupmarket whore look she’d put on a pair of spectacularly elegant highheels. I took a gulp of malt. I felt it burning in my throat as I roughlycrushed her to me. She’d clearly been anticipating my return. As I pushedmy tongue into her mouth she sucked on it eagerly, groaning and writhingagainst me. I loved the feeling of her squirming body through my suit. Iloved her semi nakedness. I cupped her breasts and pushed the bra up overthem. They escaped enthusiastically, and bounced warmly and heavily againstmy hands. We were panting into each other’s mouths. She was franticallytrying to get my dick out, but was feckless in her excitement. I let go ofher tits and opened my belt and trousers. My penis sprang up against thebottom of my shirt as I pushed my trousers and underwear over my arse anddown my thighs, and then felt thrillingly sandwiched as she crushed herselfagainst me. My cock felt hot against her belly. I had to have her, rightnow.I turned her round roughly and pushed her down onto the dining table. Id****d her negligee over her plump rump and exposed her bare bottom. Shetilted her pelvis back towards me. I grabbed my cock and pushed it againstthe notch of her vagina; she was very wet. She wriggled slightly at thecontact and I bent my legs to get the angle right. I pushed forwardstrongly and we both gasped as my penis slid right up inside her. bloodrushed to my head and it pulsed with heat. I could feel the rhythm of mypulse behind my eyeballs. I didn’t pause for either of us to get used to mybeing inside her, but started thrusting in and out. I looked down andwatched as her lips curled and uncurled frothily around my girth. Herarsehole looked tight and inviting, winking at me just above my cock. Istuck my fat thumb in my mouth, wetting it, and then pushed it against heranus. She moaned at the touch and started humping roughly back against meas I pushed my thumb into her arse. I was screwing her hard andcrudely. There was no finesse to my movements. I banged out thefrustrations of the day and heard myself groaning deeply. I knew I wasn’tgoing to last long, and from the urgency of her panting, I knew she wasn’tfar off either. I pulled my cock out of her cunt. It glistened in thecandlelight. I pushed it against her anus. Emma turned to look back atme. Most of her hair had escaped and her tousled tresses framed her face.’Please. Yes. Fuck my arse.’ I still hadn’t got used to Emma with a dirtymouth.Thankfully I was leaking pre-cum like a fire hose. That and the coating ofher juices was just enough. I pushed forward, a little more gently, andfelt her anus contract around my cock head. My breathing was ragged. Iwaited a moment, and then felt her arsehole dilate.’Oh God.’ She dropped her head back onto the table as I pushed my dick upto the hilt; she rolled it violently as I started packing cock in and outof her arse. The tightness felt overwhelming. I grabbed her hips andpounded her, relishing the slapping of her buttocks against my thighs. Ifelt her shifting slightly as she pushed a hand down to her cunt. Shewriggled as she started masturbating with her characteristic urgency. Iloved how much pleasure she got from having her arse stuffed. I had abetter sense now of what she was experiencing. Her groans were deep eachtime my cock filled her up. She made high-pitched crying sounds as herorgasm hit and her arse released a series of wet farts around my cock asher anus spasmed. The rhythmic gripping of her climax pushed me over. balıkesir escort Istaggered against her as the heat consumed me. I held my penis hard insideas it pumped spunk into her rectum.We took the bottle of malt to bed. We frequently ended up in bed early onFriday evenings; being tucked up under the duvet felt like a comfortingnest for both of us. We could process the week, pick from take away foodcartons, sip whiskey, unwind our tensions, and all the time engage in lowlevel, sporadic sex. I had the tip of my left index finger lodged betweenthe lips of her cunt. She was feeding me a juicy chunk of satayed pork. Ichewed on it noisily, relishing the rich sweetness. I swallowed the porkand took a swig of single malt. My head was buzzing pleasantly. I felt warmand relaxed.’I’ve bought you a present.’Her eyes shone expectantly. She knew it was something sexy. A couple ofweeks ago I’d brought home a French maid’s uniform. She’d had a colossalorgasm as I’d ripped it off her, fucking her hard up against the kitchendoor.I got out of bed and padded over to my briefcase, which I’d thrown on asofa in the corner. My cock swung between my thighs, making a thickslapping sound. It’d lengthened considerably just thinking about thebeautiful leather harness.Her eyes had widened fearfully when I first showed it to her. I think she’dthought it was a bondage device. I knew that for all her enjoyment ofsubmission she hated the idea of being tied up – I’d tried to tie herwrists to the bedposts once and she’d started sobbing.I buckled her into the harness and she caressed the leather lovingly. Shelooked amazing in it. She caught my eye and laughed. She started dancinground the room, the dildo bobbing obscenely in her crotch.We drank a lot more malt. I got out my digital camera and took someamazingly horny pictures of her brandishing her new cock as I jacked off.Later we were back on the bed. My tongue was down her throat. My hand wasin her crotch, my index finger and thumb encircled the base of the cock,whilst the rest of my hand pushed under the harness into her wet cunt. Mycock was very hard.’Would you like to try fucking me?’ My voice was thick and quivered as Ispoke.’Would you like that?’ Her voice was full of questions. This clearly didn’tline up with her image of who I was.I slathered the dildo with lube and got on all fours in front of her.’Hold my hips and push it against my hole.’I could feel movement behind me; the dildo poked my buttock. I heard hergiggle. I rested my head on the bed and reached my hands up and parted byarse cheeks. She got the dildo in my crack, but it was too high.’Lower.’ I gasped in frustration.Suddenly it jabbed inside me. I howled. She gasped an apology and I feltthe rubber cock withdraw.’Try again.’ This wasn’t working for me. I felt slightly ridiculous. Therewas no sense of will coming from her. No urgency. No feeling of control. Ihad no confidence that she could fuck me as I needed.This time she pushed the dildo inside gently. My arse opened easily and Ifelt it slide, jerkily, inside. Her hands felt small and light as theygripped my hips. I ground back against the dildo; it was starting to feelgood. My cock, which had shrivelled, started to thicken. I moved backagainst the shaft inside me, attempting to intensify the sensations inside;but rather than brace herself against me, she moved back with me. I pantedin frustration. I had no sense of being taken. I wanted her to takecharge. I wanted her to fill me with her lust, I wanted her to take theinitiative, to transcend her natural passivity. She started jerking therubber cock in me, but there was no strength in her thrusts, and no realmovement occurred inside me. I longed for the feeling of friction I’d feltas Tom’s penis slid in and out, rubbing against my anus and prostate.I started wanking my semi-hard cock, but I knew I wasn’t going to cum. I’dhad too much whiskey and wasn’t aroused enough. I pulled myself off thedildo. It came out with a slurping plop. I felt rather stupid andc***dish. I didn’t want to face Emma; I’d offered up my sexual power to herand she’d been unable to respond with any kind of sexual authority of herown. I felt humiliated. My arse stung.She looked sheepish and deflated, and wouldn’t meet my eye. I instantlyfelt a surge of affection for her. I enfolded her in my arms and pulled hertowards me, and she snuggled her head under my chin. The dildo poked mythigh; the lube and my anal mucous made it cold against my skin. I heardher sniffing, and pulled her face up towards me; there were tears in hereyes.’Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”I’m sorry I wasn’t any good.’ Her voice was small and fragile. ‘Do youstill want to take care of me?’Early in our relationship, as we’d been enjoying a particularly exhaustedpost coital moment after I’d fucked her in just about every conceivableposition and made her cum screaming my name, she’d asked me if I wanted totake care of her. At the time I’d felt a surge of masculine protectiveness,and crushed her to me, reassuring her with gruff avowals. Now I knew whatshe was asking, what she’d been unable to relate to. For her I was aprotector, a safe place to explore her deep desires for sexualsubmission. She was my baby, and I was her man. No wonder she’d not beenable to fuck me worth a damn – she didn’t have a script for that, didn’thave any desire to dominate me, didn’t have any ability to take aprotective, controlling role in relation to a man who turned her onprecisely because of his intense machismo. Anal sex for her wasn’t aboutprobing the boundaries of sexual roles, of opening up dirty, transgressivepossibilities: it might have been a dark, wild and kinky pleasure for her,but it was one that reinforced her traditional identity, rather thanunsettle it. I knew that her sexual willingness, and her appreciation of mymasculinity, her lust, fulfilled a fundamental need in me. But I alsorealised that there were places in my identity I needed to explore that I’dnever be able to share with her.Later, whilst she was soaking in a bath I’d run for her, I called Tom. Emmaand I had chucked the strap on under the bed, and then I’d made love toher. Lying on top of her as I fucked her cunt, stared into her eyes, andwhispered tender obscenities, I’d exulted in her pleasure in my viriledominance.Tom answered on the third ring.’Sorry I haven’t called.’ I didn’t announce myself.’That’s okay, matey. I figured you were feeling a bit thrown off track. Iwanted to leave you alone till you were feeling okay.”I need to see you.”Thought you might. Come round tomorrow night. Jude’s got choir practice.”Thanks.’We didn’t do much talking, at least not for the first couple of hours. Heopened the door, and seeing the look on my face, immediately enfolded me ina strong bear hug. I relaxed into his chest and he tightened his armsaround me. I rested my chin on his shoulder and put my arms around hiswaist. He was broad, but firm. He’d stopped playing rugby some years beforewhen he’d got into yoga and meditation. I hadn’t believed that anything asflaky as yoga could have kept a man like Tom in shape, until he’d taken meto one of his Astanga classes. I’d panted my way through the class like anold man, watching him elegantly slide and glide from one extraordinaryshape to another. Of course, I knew that Tom liked indulging his feminineside, as only a man with as much quiet machismo as he had can do withoutanxiety. It was quite something to see Tom, with his shaved head, tattoosand practically shaggy torso, padding around a yoga studio with bright redtoe nails. I loved him for it.Eventually he pulled out of our embrace.’What do you need, me old fruit?’ His voice was soft; his eyes were warm.’Tom, I need you… to take care of me.’He led me towards the bedroom. His hand, holding mine, felt cool andstrong.He undressed me with quiet efficiency. I stood, calmed by his economicalmovements. I’d observed Tom in moments of high excitement – not least whenI’d watched him fucking the living crap out of his boyfriend Jude – but healways exuded an air of containment, of calm, reasonable self control. Hedidn’t meet my gaze as he unbuttoned my shirt, and took off my tie, butwatched his own hands manipulating the task at hand. I became aware of therhythm of my breath as he took off my shirt, and I felt the air playingacross the hairs on my chest. Each of his movements sent out ripples andeddies of draft in the space between our bodies. His hands on my belt weredeft and light. The coarse, sexual sound of my zip momentarily broke thealmost meditative atmosphere in the room. He eased the jeans over my chunkybuttocks, and let them fall into a puddle at my feet. Ignoring the bulge inthe front of my trunks, he crouched at my feet and unlaced my shoes andunrolled my socks. He gently lifted each foot in turn, and I stepped freeof my trousers. The deep pile of the carpet was deliciously luxuriousagainst the naked soles of my feet.His head, dark with stubble, was level with my crotch. I could hear himbreathing heavily. I looked down. There was a yellow stain in the front ofmy white pants, which were being pushed out by my rapidly engorgingpenis. Unlike many men, whose dicks hang from their bodies straight down,mine, even when soft, juts out at a 45-degree angle. That and the size ofmy balls, means that I display a man sized package, which is especiallygratifying given that my dick isn’t huge; I’m pretty thick, but nothingspectacular. My cock wasn’t fully erect, but poked impressively outwards atTom. Under his calm, restrained gaze I felt my excitement build. Eventuallyhe gently put his fingers under the elasticated waistband of my pants. Thecooler air felt delicious where I’d been constricted, hot and sweaty allday. As he pushed them back over my bum my dick throbbed. Tom pulled thestrap wide at the front and pulled the pants clear of my penis, whichslapped up against my belly. I was so hard it hurt. I felt an urgent needfor some kind of relief. My breath was coming hard. A shiver ran down myspine and made me wriggle deliciously.Tom encircled the base of my cock, and pulled it down off my belly. Heleant forward. I could feel his breath on my wet glans. I’d given up tryingto teach Emma how to give me a decent blowjob. She just wasn’t very orallyorientated, and I have to confess that neither am I. She didn’t enjoyhaving my meat in her mouth, and so didn’t relate to it in a meaningfulway. Tom might be able to fuck men’s arseholes in a way that had thembelieving they’d seen the face of god, but he was also clearly extremelyoral. He took my cock in his mouth like he was savouring every sensation ithad to offer him. He slowly rolled my penis round his mouth, breathingheavily into my bush. He was taking in its every smell and taste, exploringevery ripple and contour of my foreskin, sucking up every drop of mypre-cum. It felt spectacular. I rested my hands on his bald, stubbly head,which felt weird, but thrilling – I was used to having my hands knotted inwomen’s long soft hair while I fucked their faces. Here I was with Tom’sbutch cranium under my hands, behaving more passively whilst getting myknob sucked than I’d ever known. I was literally swooning as he made loveto my cock. When he’d finished with the head, licking up all the fluids andtastes he could find there, he slowly swallowed the shaft until his nosewas in my pubic hair.His mouth was warm and wet, a squirming agile interior that engulfed mythrobbing penis like liquid velvet. Tom’s hands grasped my buttocks, firmlypulling my cock down his throat as his fingers nestled in my crack. Histouch was firm and controlled, and the contact with my sweaty, hairy buttwas grossly intimate. I spread my legs to allow him greater access, andgroaned as his index fingers met at my anus, lodging just inside mywrinkled pucker. We were locked like that for what seemed like hours, untilhe removed one of his fingers; my dick was still down his throat as hereached his arm up towards my face, middle finger stretched out towards mymouth. I leaned forward and took his long thick finger in my mouth. Ittasted salty, and slightly bitter. I sucked on it greedily, coating it withsaliva. When I’d slathered on it so much that drool was running down hisarm, Tom removed his finger and then I felt its cool wetness at myhole. Tom sucked hard on my cock, and firmly pushed at my arse. His fingerslid right inside, in one surprising movement. I gasped at the innercontact, shocked at how relaxed my sphincter was. He rotated his finger andmy legs buckled as he pushed hard against my prostate.By the time he’d got three fingers up my rectum I could barely stand. Myhead was pounding and I was pushing my arse down onto his hand. My cock wasstill in his throat, but had softened somewhat. It felt disconcerting to beoverwhelmed with such intense pleasure and yet not feel any orgasmic heatconsolidating in my dick.At last I felt the fingers withdraw, with some sense of relief. It feltintolerably frustrating to be so stranded in deep sensations with no buildtowards climax. The shock of the cool air on my wet penis made me gasp asTom withdrew it from his mouth and stood up. He crushed me to him and withmy nakedness pressed against his clothed, hard body, I felt slutty. My arsefelt loose and open. I was shocked when he leaned forward and kissedme. The saltiness of his mouth, the roughness of his skin against mine,yielding to moist silkiness inside, felt thrillingly intimate. But this wasmy best friend. Having his tongue firmly exploring my mouth felt so muchruder than having his hand up my butt. Our stubble chafed and I moaned intohis mouth, tasting him, feeling my mouth flooding with his saliva. My cockwas again stiff and demanding. I felt consumed by him, even more than when,with his penis deeply buried in my gut, he’d filled me with his cum andpiss. I could feel the hard mass of his cock in his pants, pressing againstmy naked thigh. We’d crossed a line and our friendship would never be thesame. I pushed the thought from my mind. I needed this too much to doubtit.Tom pulled back from the kiss. ‘Tim, what do you want?”You know what I want… I want you.’ I felt thrown, humiliated.His gaze was hard, evaluating me. ‘What do you want from me?”I want… I need you… to fuck me.’ My voice was small.’Why, Tim? You’re straight.’ There was a glint in his eye, but his faceremained deadly serious. I relaxed a little.’I need your cock inside me.”Why?’ His voice was harsh, but his eye still glinted. My cock throbbed.’Because I’m a slut. Because I love having my arsehole stuffed with dick.’Something had been released in me. I couldn’t stop. ‘Because I want to betaken, dominated. I need you to use me, to want me… I just want your cockin me.’ I dropped my gaze to his chest.He crushed his mouth against mine, and I felt his tongue possessivelyexploring, this time much more passionately.’Get on the bed. On your back.’ The bottom of his face glistened with oursaliva. His voice was still hard, but I could hear it quavering withdesire.I turned and climbed on the bed, and lay on my back, propped on my elbowsso I could watch balıkesir escort bayan him. He’d already shucked his trousers and shirt. As Iwatched he slipped off his pants. I felt a shock of lust and fear as I sawhis penis. I’ve read a lot of porn. It’s easy to convey the idea that hisdick was very big, but all those words, massive, huge, throbbing, don’treally do justice to what I saw right then. The size of his penis wasimpressive in itself, but not in some abstract way, but because it wasfleshy and veiny, this member that swayed between his legs. It had a senseof mass about it: it looked heavy, it was broad and bent to one side andupwards, with a thick foreskin pushed partially back by his huge red glansthat poked out of the end. It stuck out from his hairy body horizontally,bobbing as he moved. I was fearful, because of its size, but I was moreshocked by its realness. This wasn’t a dildo, or the symbolic idea of a bigcock; this was a warm, pulsing organ that was coming towards me, that wasgoing to be inserted inside my body, that would feel hot, that would moveinside me and excrete gross fluids, finally flooding me with sperm. Thispenis had a will behind it: I’d lost control of this situation. I was goingto get fucked, hard, continually, until this cock had reached itsconclusion, until I’d accepted its warm fluids in my belly. My heartthumped in my chest.I spread my legs wider. My own cock ached in its hardness against my tummy,leaking pre-cum into the hairs there. The bed sagged as Tom climbedon. There was no awkwardness, just purposeful control, as he lifted my legsup and wrapped my inner thighs round his waist. I moved my elbows out fromunder my torso and lay back on the bed. My breath was coming in raggedgasps. Looking down he adjusted his cock and lined it up against myhole. He reached over to the side of the bed and deftly pumped some lubeinto his hand. I briefly felt his sticky finger probing me, and then I feltthe warm, blunt, spongy head of his penis pushing against my anus. My cockjumped as I opened my arse and felt him push into me. I again felt a strongurge to shit, as I had last time, and it felt gross and thrilling. I criedout loudly as he pushed the shaft inside, and my arse felt stretched andelectrified by the friction. As my rectum filled with his meat I wanted topiss. I rolled my head on the pillow, overwhelmed. There was still movementthrough my anus, a delicious tight friction of hot skin against hot stickyskin. I felt stuffed, couldn’t imagine there was any more room for cockinside me.Finally he stopped packing cock up me and held still. I felt gorged. Sweatwas pouring off me. My arse, stuffed with dick, was pulsing little tensecontractions round his thick shaft. Tom reached down and grasped my nipplesbetween his thumb and forefinger and rolled them firmly. Liquid heat burnedin my chest and I tossed my head from side to side. My anus let out a slackfart as it relaxed. His penis slid further inside and I cried out at thesensation. Fully relaxed, I was stunned at the intensity of pleasure deepin my arse. I shifted my buttocks in his crotch and felt the hardness ofhim moving against my inner walls. It was an astonishing feeling, movingagainst him, fully relaxed and sensing the thickness embedded inside. Imoved again, more strongly, and felt his shaft press against my prostate. Athick stream of pre-cum pulsed out of my cockhead. I looked into Tom’s faceand saw him watching me, and under his curious, but calm gaze, I felt heatmove across my body. I spread my legs as wide as I could, unfolding themfrom around his waist. With my buttocks still resting on the top of histhighs, I braced my legs against the bed and shifted my rump backwards, offhis cock. The movement inside me was obscenely vast, and I felt a quickpang of panic: I imagined by bowels being pulled out with his cock. Thespace inside me felt intolerable and I pushed myself back down onto hisshaft, gasping in relief as my rectum was again full of my best friend’smeat. An appreciative smile played at the corners of Tom’s mouth. My slackhairy belly heaved as I starting humping myself on Tom’s big meat,establishing a strong rhythm, grinding my arse into his loins. Tom took ahand away from my nipple to brace himself against the force of mymovements. With his other hand he grasped my dick and slowly wanked me.’Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuck.’I felt like I was tripping out. My eyes were rolling back in theirsockets. My body felt suffused by hot waves of pleasure. And all the time Iwas aware of Tom’s hard evaluative gaze. Never had my sexual behaviour beenso abandoned, so surrendered, so lacking in control. I felt a crampdeveloping in my legs, which were shuddering from the effort of fuckingmyself, but I couldn’t stop. Pleasure expanded in front of me, limitless,and I threw my head back and cried out for it to consume me.Tom’s breathing was becoming more ragged, and he started to grunt as thepleasure of my friction on his cock forced him to move. Letting go of mypenis, he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and bent them forcefullytowards my chest, straightening his own legs out behind him. He pushed hisdick hard up inside me and then started long continuous strokes fully inand fully out of my arsehole. His fucking became faster and harder, untilall I could do was grunt under his assault. My arse was letting out acontinuous stream of staccato farts on Tom’s outward movement, rapidly cutshort as he shoved his cock back inside. I ached for contact with my dick,but my body was so severely bent in two that I couldn’t get a hand tomyself without stopping Tom’s movements and sliding my arm between my chestand thigh, and there was no way I was going to interrupt his vigorousrhythm. Drops of cold sweat were falling from his forehead and nose onto myface and chest.’You. Fucking. Love. It. Don’t. You.’ Tom gasped at me, working hard at thefucking, staring deeply into my eyes.I felt very naked under his gaze.’Yes. I love you fucking me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.’ I felt bold andwanton, but grunted in pain as he took me at my word and slammed his penisup me like a weapon.’You. Straight men. You’re. All. The. Same.’ His words punctuated histhrusts. ‘The. Butcher. You are. The. More. You. Want it.’I just groaned under the barrage he was unleashing on my exposed, slackenedarsehole.We were panting and heaving with ever greater urgency. The energy we wereexpending, him slamming into me, whilst I humped back up against him, wasextraordinary. Our fucking was rough; energetic in a way I’d neverexperienced with a woman. I felt the pleasure building and building withinme. I couldn’t have imagined such intense sensations could rip through mewithout my body exploding. That this was happening as a function of my bodybeing so roughly used, bent double, so as to be unable to touch my ownthrobbing genitals, would have been unimaginable a few weeks ago. Now Icould hear myself moaning and begging incoherently, almost sobbing as Tompounded me.Shockingly I felt myself cumming. I was stunned as my cock started jettingsperm. It hit me in the face, neck and chest. Hot thick ropes of cum stuckin my hairy torso, and then more pooled on my belly. I could feel myarsehole clamping around Tom’s fat dick, and he cried out, ramming in meviciously and holding his penis inside as he shuddered between my legs,pumping his spunk into my belly. My orgasm continued to crash through me inwaves. I still hadn’t touched my cock, but could see it between my legs,jumping on my stomach. It continued to pulse sperm, which was drooling frommy cock head onto the hairs below. I hadn’t come so much since I was ateenager. Tom was prolonging the last moments of his own orgasm, jabbinghis cock in my bowels, and grunting, when he started violently. I heard asound behind him, and reluctantly regained consciousness of the room aroundus.Jude was stood in the doorway, slowly clapping.’Spectacular show, gentlemen. You can join me in the living room whenyou’re ready.’As he walked down the hallway, Tom and I looked at each other dumbly. I’dbeen so wrapped up in my own explorations, in my own transgressions, that Ihadn’t considered the implications of us having sex on Tom’s relationshipwith Jude.Tom pulled his cock out of me abruptly. I grunted as I felt the thick massbeing roughly withdrawn, and it cleared by slackened hole with a rudeslurp.’Get dressed, Tim.’ Tom had already pulled on sweat pants and was reachingfor a t-shirt. I hadn’t got into my underwear when he left the room. I feltrather desolate. One of the most intense experiences of my life had beencut short. I was reeling, trying to make sense of the complex, and notentirely pleasant, emotions buzzing through me. I’d come here to try andresolve what had become a severe conflict between my social and emotionalidentity as a man and my sexual urges. Having just had the most intenseorgasm of my life, having just been willingly fucked to a point ofincoherence, by my best friend, the man I felt closest to in the world,he’d abandoned me, even before the cum had dried on my body. I didn’t knowwhat I wanted from Tom, but it wasn’t this.I heard them murmuring as I approached the living room. As I walked in Icould see them hugging near the couch. I felt awkward. Anintruder. Abandoned. My rectum felt raw and painful, and I could feel cumand lube oozing into my pants, making a sticky mess.Tom had his hands in Jude’s thick, wavy hair, was consoling him. Jude sawme over Tom’s shoulder and smiled – not as warmly as the last time I’d seenhim, but still affectionately.’Jude, I’m so sorry… I don’t know what to say.’Jude broke away from Tom and walked towards me. He took my hand and wemoved towards the sofa.’Now Tim, don’t start getting into a guilt frenzy. Me and Tom aren’tmonogamous, you know, and I was, shall we say, involved, the last time youand Tom got naked.’ He smirked at me and my arsehole contracted, oozing outmore cum. ‘But as Tom very well knows,’ he leered at his boyfriend, ‘wehave ground rules about fucking other people. And one of those is that wedon’t do repeat business with outsiders. Another is that we don’t rub eachother’s noses in our extra curricular activities. Much as I enjoyed yourrather spectacular display, I think it most definitely counts as rubbing mynose in it. If Tom wanted to have sex with you again he should have madesure I was here too, otherwise it just feels too fucking sneaky anddisrespectful.’Tom passed us both tumblers containing generous measures of his scotch. Igratefully took a long slug of mine, relishing the burning warmth as itslid down.’I didn’t come here to come between you guys.’ I paused and looked atJude. When he nodded his understanding, I carried on. ‘I didn’t even expectus to have sex. I’ve been in a bit of a mess since what happened betweenus, and I needed to talk to my best friend. Trouble is, he’s part of theproblem…’ I trailed off miserably.’Oh for fuck’s sake, Tim, what’s your problem?’ Tom was exasperated, butthere was still softness in his voice. I felt dislocated: this was the manwho’d been fucking my brains out not ten minutes earlier; whose cum wasdribbling down my leg; whose sweat had mingled with mine and dried incrusty patches on my face and shoulders. Now here we were trying to makerational sense of all of this, like grown ups. I wasn’t ready to be a grownup. I wanted to languish in bed, making sense of my feelings.Jude took my hand in his and absently stroked it. ‘Tim, are you havingtrouble coming to terms with your bisexuality?’I roughly pulled back my hand. ‘I’m not bisexual. I’m straight. I’ve got agirlfriend.”And you like getting fucked up the arse by gay men!’ Tom’s voice wasincredulous.’But I’m not sure that I fancy men.”There’s different ways of experiencing desire, Tim.’ Jude had shifted onthe sofa to face me. His body language was soft and unthreatening; I couldsee that he was trying to placate me, yet his manner was so charming that Icould feel myself being seduced. His eyes shone with passion. ‘You’reclearly very excited by having sex with men. But you’re used to relating toother men in competitive, male bonding environments. Let’s face it you’re apack leader, you’re powerful, respected, you expect to be treated with adegree of deference to your authority… If I didn’t know you as I do, I’ddismiss you as a macho shit head. Perhaps you need to get used to the ideathat whilst that might be important to your identity in the world, you alsohave another aspect to your identity that’s about being more sexually…’He trailed off, unable to find the right word.’Passive?’ Tom was smirking at me cheekily.I felt some of my disorientation slip away. They might have been forcing meto tackle difficult stuff, but they were both such warm, affectionate men,that I felt cared for by their calmness and generosity. The whiskey washitting the spot, and I started to feel less of an outsider, more includedagain. Even a little flirtatious.’I prefer the term actively receptive myself.’ I pouted at Tom.Jude howled with laughter. ‘Oh you definitely looked actively receptive tome, you horny slut!”Bitch!’ I lunged at Jude, wrestling him off the sofa. We rolled onto thefloor, each trying to get on top of the other.I could hear Tom laughing above us. ‘Girls, girls, girls!’Jude and I were a sweaty, heaving mass. We were both grunting and gigglingin equal measure. He managed to pin one of my arms under his knee and gotmy flies undone. I got free and lifted my feet to his chest to push himaway; we rolled to one side as we tussled and Jude grabbed my jeans as weseparated. As Jude pulled at my Levis and trunks they slid down my thighs,exposing my bottom. I howled, in laughter and in outrage, and lifted myselfonto my hands and knees, instinctively trying to cover my nakedness. Judehad rolled away and was trying to lever himself upright. I lunged at himagain, pinning him down. He giggled uncontrollably as I stuck my hand downhis pants. His cock was hard. I realised that mine was too when I felt asharp smack on my backside. As I wavered under the assault my cock slappedup against my belly.’You’re very naughty boys. You’re going to have to be punished.’ Tomslapped me again. He could barely keep a straight face, but he was alsoflushed. His dick made an obscene lump in the front of his sweats. Heslapped me again, but this time neither of us found it funny. I was lookingover my shoulder at him; I could feel my hairy cheek stinging like hell. Hewas looking intense.’God your arse looks red…’ He slapped me again. He exuded a calmexcitement; he was watching my rear end with concentrated curiosity. Iloved the sense of possession he exuded; I suddenly felt still, patient. Iwas waiting for the next move he would make on me. He caressed my buttocks,enjoying the heat under his palm. Jude wriggled under me. I turned back tolook at him and he leaned into my face and kissed me. His touch was softer,more exploratory than his boyfriend’s. Jude’s hands were in my crotch,massaging my cock. Tom smacked me again. He wasn’t being particularlyvicious; more than the severity of his hits, I was enjoying escort balıkesir his feeling ofcontrol.’Shit your arse looks sexy.’ He pushed his fingers into my crack. I wasstill sticky from our earlier fucking. He fingered my slackened holeroughly. I felt slutty.’Jude. Go and get the lube. I’m going to fuck you stupid.’Jude didn’t hang about, but hauled himself from under me and jogged offdown the hall. Tom’s fingers were still up my arse. He pulled them out andstarted stripping off his clothes. My arse felt empty, but I got to my feetand stripped too. I felt a little disappointed that I wasn’t going to getfucked, but I understood that this was about their relationship. Tom neededto show Jude he was still his man.Jude came back brandishing the bottle of lube. ‘Let’s party! And this time,if you don’t mind, I’ll be the star attraction!’Tom sat on the couch, with his big dong sticking up; a gross, fleshy mass,ridiculously proportioned, intensely thrilling. I took a chair at rightangles to him.Jude stood just inside the doorway; he threw the bottle to Tom, who deftlycaught it. Jude reached for the hem of his top and pulled it up over hishead, then stretched his arms up to release them from his sleeves. Hedropped his arms, holding the top in his left hand as it trailed on thefloor. The hair in his armpits was surprisingly dense and dark. He had acocky, adorable expression on his face. His tousled hair had fallen overone eyebrow, and his eyes sparkled under Tom and I’s gaze. Jude’s chest wassmoothly contoured, in a toned, lithe kind of way. I’ve never understoodwhy so many gay men value bodies that don’t look real – bodies so manicuredthey don’t look like they have a smell. I’d always imagined that a tastefor such idealised, unnatural perfection, was associated with fancying men,that if you got turned on by looking at knobs, you’d appreciate plasticbulges. For me the appeal of bodies is in their corporeality – their smellsand textures and excretions. I couldn’t imagine getting aroused by studyingor touching skin that looked pre-formed. Given my increased heart-rate atthe sight of Tom’s man-sized cock I was getting my head round the idea thatI might be aroused by men’s bodies. It was a startling revelation for a manobsessed with women’s arses; who loved to hold their swinging breasts as Ibanged their butt-holes. What was particularly striking about Jude’s chestwere his nipples, which were extremely large and dark; I hadn’t noticedthem the last time we’d been naked together. His swimmer’s torso was smoothand hairless, and his belly button bulged outward slightly, which I’d neverseen before. I found myself becoming breathless with curiosity as hereached for his pants. I’d had my hand on his cock only minutes before, butnow, as he stripped for our pleasure, stalling us as he fingered thewaistband of his Calvins, I felt a strong, surprising desire to see hiserection poking up out of his bush.I didn’t have to wait long. Jude was in too much of a hurry to keep us insuspense. His pants came off in one swift movement, and as he stood up,leaving them lewdly discarded on the floor, his cock bounced against hishairless, firm belly. He wasn’t circumcised, but unlike Tom and I, hisforeskin fully retracted when he was hard. There was a deep ridge behindhis glans, but they themselves were quite slender, coming almost to apoint. No wonder he’d got up my arse with such relative ease last time.I ended up watching them passionately kissing, writhing against oneanother, for some time before getting involved myself, and only thenbecause Jude turned his cute green eyes toward me and made a suggestion soexciting that I nearly wet myself.They were an attractive couple. They’d been seeing each other for about sixmonths, and Jude was practically living at Tom’s place. You could tell theywere still in the zone. They’d known each other long enough to have ironedout all the awkwardness. Long enough to know what made the other close hiseyes and exhale in ecstasy. Not too long that stimulating such a responsehad ceased to be fascinating. Jude’s lithe, smooth slimness made a strikingcontrast with Tom’s stocky hairiness. Tom had tattoos across his shoulderand down his left arm to the elbow, with more on his right leg and in hisgroin. His shaved scalp looked rude and phallic against Jude’s shaggylocks.I realised that something fundamental had shifted in me as I watchedthem. My cock throbbed. Not because I anticipated them playing with myarse; we’d gone way past the point where my interest in them was purely todo with sensations they could offer me. Seeing Tom’s lips sucking at Jude’sdark nipples, I felt desire rise in me. Desire to feel Tom’s soft and moistmouth on me, to feel the stubble of his cheek chafe me. Desire to suck onJude’s nipple and feel it hardening under my tongue. I think I’d justifiedmy previous sexual encounters with this gay couple by imagining that if Ilet them do stuff to me it didn’t compromise my masculinity. I now realisedthat my masculinity was always going to be intact. Tom was one of the mostmacho, and yet most gentle, men I’d ever met. What was no longer intact wasmy heterosexuality. I fancied these two queer men having sex in front ofme, and I had from the moment I’d first seen them fucking. Just like Ifancied Emma, fancied, in fact, practically every woman whose arse couldmake my cock rise. I was bisexual.I watched as Jude slathered Tom’s dick with lube; I could see it jumping inhis hands. He was kneeling between his boyfriend’s legs. Tom waspractically lying on the couch – thankfully it was big enough toaccommodate him, being one of those broad, deep affairs, covered in acresof dark, matt leather. Jude got up and climbed onto the sofa, feet eitherside of Tom’s waist. He crouched down over his boyfriend’s crotch, grabbingthe back of the sofa for support. As Jude’s arse came in range, Tom grabbedhis penis and held it steady. There was a concentrated fluidity to theirmovements. They’d obviously done this many times before and were focussedby their intense desire. Tom’s face was serious, his chest rising andfalling deeply. I stroked my hard cock, feeling blood rush to my face. Judegasped when he felt Tom’s glans at his anus. My view wasextraordinary. Jude’s back was so fully arched, his buttocks so spread bythe angle of his legs, that I could see Tom’s foreskin being pushed back,rippling against Jude’s opening as the sphincter relaxed. They bothexhaled, Tom’s eyes closed, and I saw the top half of Tom’s dick distendJude’s rectum and disappear. It was an amazing sight, seeing flesh actuallymoving inside a body. Jude sighed as he sank down on Tom’s fat cock; whenit was fully inside he groaned deeply and shifted, grinding himself intoTom’s hairy crotch. It was shocking to see Tom’s large dong so easilyaccommodated; but I remembered Tom telling me, weeks before we’d had sex,how much Jude enjoyed getting fucked, that he couldn’t get enough. Hisrectum was clearly highly elastic.I was about to find out just how elastic it was.Tom’s large hands held Jude’s waist as the latter rode up and down, jamminghimself onto the big cock. Tom’s forearms were long and highly muscled, anddarkly shadowed by hair. His ornate tribal tattoo glistened with hisperspiration, and rippled and pulsed with the effort of the musculaturebeneath. I could smell them: musky, sweaty, maleness laced with traces ofstale cock and ripe arse. Their odour mixed with that of the lube, and theleather sofa. They weren’t making much noise; their rhythmic panting waspunctuated with strong exhales and a groan from Jude now and then as Tom’scock strongly stroked his prostate. They paused to kiss, lewdly devouringeach other’s faces in a mass of wet lips, pink tongues and stubble-shadowedskin. Their hunger was exciting. Jude was writhing, tripping on the dickstuffed up him. Their heads were leant close, and I heard intimatemurmurings. They looked over at me. Tom was grinning; Jude’s slack, sweatyface looked urgent.’Tim, come over here and stick your fat cock up my arse… I want to feelboth of you in me.’ His voice was tight and strained.It took me a moment to register what he wanted. I’d never imagined such athing. I’d seen porn videos where women had got dicks in their cunts andarseholes. The idea of Tom and I both cramming ourselves in Jude’s bowelswas gross; the thrill of its depravity ran through me. My head was spinningand I realised that I was holding my breath. My penis felt like a bone,leaking pre-cum, throbbing between my legs.I walked to the couch and picked up the lube. The touch of my hand as Ismeared the white gunk on my erection was like fire. We’d have had nochance had I not had one of the best hard-ons of my life. Jude was archinghis back up towards me sharply. I stood with my legs outside of Tom’sthighs and crouched slightly to bring the head of my dick towards thedistended hole. I could feel the heat radiating from them, damp andrandy. My cock rubbed Tom’s as I lodged it against Jude’s arse lips. Istruggled for a while, rather ineffectually, defeated by the slipperinessof my cock and Jude’s crack. Each time I pressed forward firmly, my dickwould slide off or buckle against Jude’s stuffed hole. I leaned forward,resting my chest against Jude’s back. Tom looked up at me and we gazed ateach other intently. I felt his love and affection for me, his appreciationof my manliness.’Let’s fuck him, Tim. Shove your dick up his slutty hole.”Oh yeah. Use me.’ Jude’s voice was eager, pleading.I pushed again, holding my penis firm.’Ah! Ah! Oh Jesus!’ Jude threw his head back violently as the head of mycock pushed inside.’Oh yeah! You got it!’ Tom’s voice was rich with lust and admiration.We were both strongly identified with Jude; Tom had his hands round hisboyfriend’s face, encouraging him, reassuring him. I was stroking his back,helping him stay firmly in place, staked on our conjoined dicks. Jude’ssphincter relaxed slightly against my cock. I pushed hard and felt his anusgive, and then I was sliding inside, feeling slick movement against mycock, feeling the hardness of Tom’s joint jammed against me. I’d never feltsuch tightness inside another body. I imagined Jude’s sense of abandon, hisneed to submit to us, his lust for subjugation. I felt the responsibilityof his desire, and wanted to give him what he needed. I felt a generosityand tenderness towards him, and a strong sense of intimacy with Tom; wewere both working to satisfy Jude – it was our cocks he needed, our will,our authority as men. Our potency was an almost tangible force in theroom. We started trying to co-ordinate are movements inside. It was tricky;Jude’s sphincter felt elastic, and it was spasming hard around the grossgirth of our cocks. It felt as though any long strokes would expel me fromhis arse. Our fucking was gentle but firm. It was my penis that providedmost of the friction for us. Tom had less mobility of movement than me; hewas concentrating on keeping his huge dong stuffed inside. My jabbingfucked Tom’s dick as it fucked Jude’s hole. Jude was grunting witha****l-like abandon. He was clearly riding the outer edges of some deepfantasy, yielding to the intense submission. He kept tossing his head fromside to side. He was radiating a massive amount of moist, sweaty heat.As I continued my small, fucking motions, my pleasure started to build. Icould still feel the rawness of my own rectum from the pounding I’d gotfrom Tom earlier, and it heightened my pleasure. I was a man who liked toget fucked, fucking a man who was writhing on two fat cocks. My penisthrobbed, Jude’s arsehole slackened, and the mechanical difficulties of ourposition receded. I pushed down hard on Jude’s back; his skin was slipperyunder my hand. He moved all the way down onto Tom, resting his head besidehis boyfriend’s. I shifted my hips and felt my penis slide inside anothercouple of inches. Jude’s head reared up.’Fuck!’Tom grabbed Jude’s head again and they started kissing, with wide openmouths, tongues squirming and probing. Their passion was one of the mostarousing things I’ve ever seen. I heard Jude moaning into Tom’s mouthI was buried inside to the hilt. I felt them both passive beneath me. I wasfucking Jude’s arse, but it also felt like I was fucking Tom. I startedmaking longer, more powerful pumping movements.’Jesus! Fuck me baby! Stuff me with that cock.’Jude’s moans were becoming more incoherent. He was pleading, sobbingalmost, as I fucked him harder. I felt Tom’s knob moving against mine as hestarted humping from beneath, our shafts chafed against one another as theychafed the soft, slackening tightness of Jude’s rectum. I looked down at mydick moving in and out; it was very red and thick. I could see Tom’s biggerpenis below. Jude’s arselips were curling and uncurling around our shafts:the movement was grotesque, unnatural and thrilling. I jabbed harder,concentrating on the sensations I was getting. I could feel Jude’s holespasming.’Oh god! Je – sus! Shit! I’m cumming. Oh god… fuck me. Fuckme. Please. God.’Jude was manic, overwhelmed. He bucked back against me, almost pushing meout. I jammed my dick in him hard. His rectum was clenching fiercely on ourknobs. His movements were frenzied as he tried to get some friction on hispenis by rubbing it between their bellies.’Oh baby, yes, go on. Baby, take it. Come on. There you go. Oh yeah.’ Tom’shands were in his lover’s hair as Jude came. I couldn’t see his dickpumping semen onto Tom’s chest, but I could smell his sperm thickly in theair, mingling with the other intimate, crude smells of our fucking.Jude collapsed onto Tom’s chest, resting his head on Tom’s shoulder. Withhis arms round his lover, I felt Tom begin hard thrusts. I matched him, andour movements became synchronised. Our eyes were locked. We were fuckingeach other. Jude’s groans were pained now that the vast intensity of hisorgasm had passed.’It’s okay baby… nearly… there. I know. You’re doing great.’ Tom’swords were soothing, but his fucking was savage. Jude grunted with thediscomfort. It heightened our pleasure.Tom’s mouth gaped open, a silent cry. I gasped as the bottom fell out of mystomach. I felt Tom’s penis jumping against mine as we spurted our seedinto Jude’s belly. We were turning him into a receptacle for our malefluids, a vessel through which we bonded, where our juices mingled. As mymovements slowed I could feel the slick stickiness inside. We’d fulfilledJude’s deep desires, his primitive need to be used. But he’d fulfilled ourneed for savagery. I’d seen the look on Tom’s face, as he’d seen mine, aswe’d violently fucked Jude’s rectum, relishing his moans of discomfort andpain. I knew that my pleasure lay, in part, in punishing Jude, in using myprick to abuse him. And I knew that he wanted that, as I had. My bowelswere still leaking Tom’s cum; the same cum that was coalescing with my owninside Jude.I lay down on Jude’s back, pressing my weight down on both of them. Mypenis was pulled upward, and the angle was too steep. It popped out of hishole. I could feel the cum oozing into his crack as my cock lodged there. Iknew that there’d be blood on my penis. The smell of cum and shit wasstrong. Tom put his arms up round Jude, and rested his hands on mywaist. His touch was firm, his hands broad. I put my arms on his, and wegrasped each other, pulling our bodies together, each squeezing the otherto Jude, who snuggled between us.

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