Awake with Jake Pt. 04

And I'm pretty sure he was fucking a lad he shared a tent with on an archaeological dig he went on: someone called Darren from Liverpool. He's your real, stereotypical scally and you wouldn't have thought he'd do stuff with other guys except for glassing them or nicking their wallets, but Marcus took a whole wodge of condoms on that trip with him and, as far as I know, he got through the whole lot of them. So someone's arse was getting a good seeing-to, and if it wasn't Darren's spotty scouse hole it must have been Marcus' more polished equivalent.

Still, it's just what lads do these days. 'Heteroflexible' some guys call it. I prefer to say that I'm 'straight but open to offers' - that pretty much sums it up for me.

My dick was going soft: time to refocus, Jake. I thought back to that morning, with me pounding away at Marcus' butt for the first time. My very first anal sex - either with a guy or a girl - and how amazing it had felt.

And how amazing it had smelt - let's not forget that. The smell was near enough as exciting as the sensation of it.

I was wishing I had a pair of Marcus' boxers with me so I could stick my nose into them and sniff, to some small extent, the scent of his sex. I had a pair in my room at uni - stashed away at the back of a drawer. I'd nicked them out of his laundry bag when he'd been out of his room and had used them on many occasions to stoke up a good wank when their former owner hadn't been available.

I glanced at my dad's briefs and momentarily considered using them for the same purpose. I could see some stains on them and they looked like they'd provide plenty of 'inspiration'. But no - that would be way too weird. Not even my dad would consider doing something like that with my dirty keks, or so I hoped.

Instead, I thought back to how it felt that morning on the bed and felt my cock immediately twitching back to life.

I'd grabbed Marcus' hips and started driving long, spearing thrusts in and out of his arse. In spite of his orgasm and how stretched open his butt was, he was gasping and laughing at the sensation of being fucked, pushing himself back against me and urging me to plough into him quicker and deeper.

His bowels felt hot and wet; his arsehole tight and firm. I quickly developed a fast, forceful rhythm against him, pulling at his hips every time I plunged my cock into him, holding him steady as I rapidly withdrew.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, revelling in how good it felt, with my heavy bollocks pounding against his smaller pair and making rapid slapping sounds with every thrust. The sensation seemed to get better and better as he honed his skills at using his arse muscles, just as I had done, to squeeze and massage my cock as it slammed it back and forth inside him.

He was fucking me back as I fucked his butt: the two of us working together as fellow males to maximise each other's pleasure.

I got so carried away that I accidentally let out a fart. Before I could apologise, I felt the dregs of Marcus' semen trickling down the back of my thighs. It had been inside me all that time, sloshing around my innards.

I cried out, "Oh Jesus!"

The feel of his jizz spilling out from my butt while I fucked him was so exciting. My dad was right: screwing a guy with his freshly-deposited cum dribbling out of your tush really was the cherry on the cake.

Marcus called back to me, "I'm getting a boner again, mate!"

I laughed at him, still slamming in and out of him, and the word I'd thought of earlier suddenly came back to me. The two of us were lovers, plain and simple. Even as I banged away at him getting steadily faster, I sounded that out in my head: I had a female lover in Ellie and now a male lover in Marcus. I was a lad who took male lovers on the side.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I knew my dad would be over the moon!

I reached under my newly-labelled lover and groped for his hardening cock, wrapping my hand around it and clumsily jerking his foreskin.

"Ah yeah! Wank me, Jake!" he called out, his whole body moving with mine to maximise the pleasure he was getting from his bum.

I knew for a fact that my flatmates would be listening to this. They had probably gathered around my door when it had been my turn to get fucked, grinning at each other and wondering what we were going to do next.

"Come on, mate, fuck me harder!" Marcus implored as his cock reached its full stiffness and I was able to start jerking it properly.

They'd probably started out thinking we were just messing around and were going to swing the door open and say the joke was on them, but now this had gone on for so long and our sounds were getting more and more intimate they'd probably be looking at each other, their smiles turning to curiosity as they realised they were hearing two of their friends losing their anal virginity.

And losing my anal virginity - if I can call it that - was like nothing I could have imagined. It felt absolutely amazing, to be honest. Not just the sensation of his arse ring clamped around my dick which was so much tighter than a pussy, nor the muscles inside him which would squeeze around the shaft, kneading my full length as I slid in and out of him. But the thrill of being with him like that - of kneeling behind him and slamming in and out of his splayed butt-crack while he bent over for me - felt so hot and sexy. I was getting more turned-on from the way we were joined together in that position; as intimate with each other as two male lovers can be.

That word again: lovers. Was Marcus really my lover? Was I really the kind of guy who had male lovers now?

I'd always recoiled from applying the word lover to someone of my own gender because I figured it was something a bit sissy and girlie.

But what the two of us were doing now was anything but that.

I moved my arms up to hold Marcus' shoulders, pulling his body tight against mine as my hips hammered back and forth against his quivering buttocks. He took his own rhythm on his cock, beating himself off with his usual impatience, still calling out about how good it felt and how I should fuck his arse as roughly as I could.

This type of sex was something that I found I liked; having a male lover like this was something I could really get into.

The smell of our sex grew heavy in the air: the cloying odour of the sweat which was pouring off us and of Marcus' gobs of cum trickling down my legs; the cruder and more offensive reek of his slimy arse being shafted by my relentless cock. I inhaled deeply, loving how rough the two of us were making my room stink.

There was nothing remotely sissy about this. Our bodies were male, the position was male and the sheer power of the stink we were making was like in-your-fucking-face masculine. Nothing I'd experienced with a girl had even vaguely approached the off-the-scale hotness I was feeling while the two of us made my bed creak so loud and so fast that it was like we were taking a hacksaw to its legs.

Yeah, I could really get into having another dude as my lover if this was what it involved.

"Jake Furlong: the lad who has a girlfriend but dicks around with a male lover on the side!"

Yeah, I'd like that. That sounded pretty cool.

In the bathroom, I was jerking off pretty fast now. That had been a damn good session: out there with the best.

It was a pity that Marcus hadn't filmed us on his phone. He often did that: film himself having sex. Usually he did it when he was being fucked - for some reason, watching himself getting shagged up the arse really got him going when he was having a wank afterwards. He very occasionally got his phone out when he was the one on top, but he far preferred to position it on something to the side of himself when he was the one getting his butt stoked.

As far as I know, he never filmed himself with girls. I think that was way too tame for him - he liked to look at hardcore stuff when he was jerking himself off.

I was once looking for something on his phone - something he'd asked me to find for him - and I came across a movie of him getting boned in what looked like a cloakroom among jackets and coats. It was a bit blurry and there was constant vibration as if the phone had been placed on something mechanical so you couldn't really make out what was going on. I could see that the guy fucking him looked about my dad's age - forty at least - and the two of them were fully clothed except that their trousers were hitched down around their thighs. They were kind of squatting together, both bending forwards, with the older bloke's arms around Marcus' chest and his hips banging away against the bare buttocks which were being eagerly offered.

"What's this?" I'd said.

He'd grabbed the phone off me. "Don't look at that! It's private!"

"I wasn't snooping around. I just opened it by mistake."

He closed the movie huffily and made a show of deleting it. "I forgot I even had it."

"It's okay, Marcus," I went on, confused as to why he was suddenly being so whack-jack. "What you get up to is your own look-out. You know that."

"I know - it was just a mistake, that's all. He's one of my old teachers - we shouldn't have done it."

"Your teacher... really?" I'd said, even more interested. "Wow!"

"It wasn't like that," he countered. "He's married and he obviously immediately regretted it. It kind of fucked things up for us and I used to get on really well with him."

"I thought you said you didn't get up to stuff like that when you were at school," I reminded him. "I thought I was your first."

The way I said that sounded a bit clingy, but I hadn't meant it to. I was just pulling him up on what he seemed to have revealed to be a lie: I couldn't really care if I'd been his first, second or ninety-ninth, to be honest.

"You were my first!" he laughed. "Well as far as dudes go. The movie was filmed just a few weeks ago, after the two of us hooked-up. He had a party at his place for some of our year-group who he used to teach. I told you about it - I went back home for the weekend for it."

"Oh yeah," I'd nodded. That had been a weekend when his stolen boxers had come in very handy.

"I'd had a few drinks and we were chatting on our own in the kitchen. I told him that I was seeing a girl on and off but that I was also... well... kind of messing around with guys too. He was really interested in that and admitted that he'd played around a bit too in his youth.

"Anyway, long story short, he starts flirting with me. I'd always liked him so I guess I kind of played up to it. Next thing, we're sneaking into his downstairs loo and right there - with my old mates in his lounge and his wife fussing about topping up drinks and stuff - he screwed my butt and said that, when he'd finished, we'd change positions so I could do his."

"Nice," I'd laughed. "Sounds like fun, actually!"

"Not really," Marcus had said, shaking his head. "After he'd cum he made out like he'd caught me in there going through people's coats seeing what I could steal. Threw me out of the house - literally - in front of all my friends. I couldn't believe he'd be such a cunt-job."

"Jesus," I said. "You should have told me about it."

"I felt totally fucking cheated, to be honest, Jake. I e-mailed him, apologising for leading him on - even though it was him who'd come on strong - and I just got a curt note back saying he didn't expect any further contact from me."

"What a fucking douche!"

"Tell me about it, mate."

"You shouldn't have deleted that video," I said. "You could have told him you had it... turned the tables on him..."

He'd shrugged indifferently. "I don't want to get into stuff like that, mate. He's obviously got problems - I don't want to add to them."

Which was pretty nice of him; nicer than I would have been in his wrongly-disgraced shoes.

But anyway, what I was saying was that if he'd filmed us that morning I could have watched it back now. That would have really sped things up for me and my dick: seeing how the two of our arses had left their virginity behind them.

Not that I'd had the sense to pick my phone up on my way into the bathroom, though.

I have a dozen or so movies on my phone that he's filmed and then sent over to me: him sucking my dick, me rimming his arse but mostly him bending over with me burying my schlong up his massive hole. There's a really scorching one with me and Nathan in it, taking it in turns to go at his arse and mouth. Nathan on one end, me on the other and then the two of us changing places while Marcus stays in the middle, on all fours like he's our cum dumpster. That one's a firm favourite among all three of us, and I wouldn't be surprised if it's been seen by quite a few other guys too.

That's something Marcus keeps asking about from time to time: whether I'd be okay with him sharing a few of the videos he's taken in exchange for seeing what other guys get up to. So far I've said no, but I've been kind of tempted. There was this nice one of a mate of his called Ollie he showed me, where he'd positioned his phone so you could see him fingering some other's guy's butt. You could see from his face that it was his first time, and you could see from his hand on his dick how much he was enjoying it.

So I've often come close to saying yes and seeing what other dudes get up to, but so far I've held out in case Ellie gets see the kind of stuff I do when she's not around.

I sat back against the toilet and stroked my with a nice, fast rhythm. My balls were slapping against my fist so loud that both the other guys in the house would be able to hear me if they were awake. I didn't care, though; it was too late for niceties. My orgasm was getting nearer: that was all that mattered.

I'd always struggled to climax in toilets. Screwing in a toilet, as I told you, had turned out to be a lot of fun, but trying to wank off in one has never been that easy. I've had a lot of practice at it - the amount of juice my bollocks churn out has made masturbation in random toilets into a regular necessity over the years - but it never gets any easier.

Even when I was at school, I used to have to do it at break and lunchtimes - sometimes even between lessons when my nuts were really active. I had a favourite cubicle in the boys' loos - right at one end where it was a bit more private.

Once, when I'd had to use a different cubicle with a dodgy catch on the door, I had some kid walk in on me, right in the middle of going full-pelt on my dick. I was sprawled out on the toilet - just like I am now - hoping I could make myself shoot before the end of break, when the door swings open and there's this short, specky lad standing there looking in. He must have been two or three years younger than me and he just stood there looking gormless, staring at my hand bashing up and down my knob and watching my bollocks slapping up against my fist just like they are now. I peered back at him, shocked at being caught wanking off in the school loos but unable to stop my hand pumping at my dick as fast as it could.

He kept looking at me and at first I thought maybe he hadn't seen another guy jerking off before, but then his eyes caught mine and - to my utter amazement - he smirked at me. He'd just caught an older lad sitting on the bog whacking off, and I swear to God he smirked at me as if he liked what he saw.

So - what else could I do - I smirked right back. If he liked what he saw, then I guess I liked showing him it just as much.

He looked up at my face and we grinned naughtily together and then he turned his gaze back down to my huge cock which was now so hard it was shiny as my hand pounded away at it.

Then he laughed and said, in a voice that was surprisingly deep for his height, "Fuckin' yeah!"

He might just have been a gozzy-eyed kid but it was pretty clear he was no stranger to guys wazzing off in the school loos.

He kept staring at my knob as I worked my hand as fast as I could for him, slamming it up and down the shaft until my bell-end was puffed-up like a big, ripe plum.

Then he said, "Let's see you spunk up!"

"Yeah?" I'd grinned back, my hand pumping so fast on my cock.

"Yeah, I wanna see you nuttin' off," he'd said. "Shootin' your jizz... come on, mate, make it spurt!"

And - needless to say - I had. All over my trousers and shirt with that kid grinning and gawping at me and sticking his tongue out as my bollocks were emptied. You'd think from his face that a fountain of spunk being jerked out of an older lad's dick was the coolest thing he'd ever seen.

So yeah - apart from that one time - I've always found jacking off in loos difficult.

I thought back to me and Marcus, screwing on the bed. That would help to finish me off.

I pulled him upright with me so that I was staring into the back of his head. I wrapped my left arm around him and kept wanking him off with my right as my cock battered in and out of him, my hips a blur against his flexing buttocks. He seemed to like being masturbated by me: he seemed to appreciate the differences of my hand and my technique as a change from his own.

"Are you getting close?" he whispered as my hand swept up and down his cock. In spite of how much smaller it was than mine, I found it surprisingly easy to stimulate it to his liking.

"Yeah," I grunted. "Are you?"

"Really close," he whispered. "I'm gonna go any second."

"Do you want me to cum up your butt?" I asked him, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Fuck yeah!" he laughed. "Make me shit your spunk, Jake!"

If my flatmates really were listening outside of the door, I knew what they'd just heard would really floor them. Well-spoken Marcus Cunningham, the soft boy from Surrey, telling another lad that he wanted to shit his spunk! I almost laughed at how their faces would look: I could imagine the one we called Saint Michael would be blushing scarlet and probably crossing himself.

"You're a dirty fuck, do you know that?" I told him, my cock driving even faster in and out of his massively stretched arse.

"Come on," he urged me, "shoot your muck up my arse!"

I chuckled at that and grabbed him more tightly. I was so close - both back then and now, sitting in the cold bathroom at home.

"You'd like that wouldn't you," I grunted into his ear. "You'd fucking love it!"

Finding himself warming to talking crude during our sex, something he would get steadily better at each time we did it, he added, "I wanna shit white cream for the rest of the day, mate! That's what I'm gonna fucking love!"

"It won't be fucking white, mate!" I whispered into his ear. "Not where it'll have been!"

I gently bit his ear and then tongued his lobe. As I'd expected from having had Craig do that to me, Marcus' cock started shooting its second load all over my bedding.

I kept banging away at him, egging my own orgasm on, when he surprised me by reaching under himself and yanking roughly at my heaving balls. As if on cue, my cock started spurting, filling his bowels up with their hot, sticky load. Just as the jets of cum were subsiding, he surprised me again by reaching further back and sliding a finger up my butt. Spurred on by the intrusion, I found I suddenly hit another, equally powerful, climax and started pumping with renewed vigour a fresh outpouring of cum into him.

How the fuck had he known to do that? The thought he might have been less innocent at school than he liked to make out popped back into my head as my second orgasm subsided.

On the toilet in the bathroom, I tried the same trick on myself as I beat myself off: yanked my balls roughly and then pushed my hand underneath me and drove a finger into my butt. It had the same effect now as it had back then. My cock started spurting but this time, in the absence of a convenient butt to fill, I had to grab a wodge of loo roll to catch my mess.