Lights Out

"Then let's get naked and get that tight arse of yours on my bed, shall we?"

I kicked my feet free of the loungewear, and watched as he hurriedly pulled off what was left of his clothing. Trainers, socks, shorts, and finally a pair of tight white boxer briefs, span off in all directions, one after the other. It was like he'd been stripped naked by a tornado. A girthy eight-incher with plenty of foreskin showed that, although we were both big, six foot tall blokes, he had me outgunned in at least one department. Big set of bollocks on him too. I thought about returning the favour and going down on him, but my cock wanted to fuck that arse too much. I grabbed his hand and led him through the dark hallway and into the bedroom. There was a little light coming in through the window, but not much: we'd be winging this one mainly by touch, but I thought I could live with having to get extra busy with my hands - and I knew where to find the essentials without needing the lights on...

There was no awkwardness, just passion and raw physicality, to what we did as we settled into having sex. Him on his back and me on top to start with, enjoying close contact from our lips right down to our feet. Limbs wrapped around one another, torsos and rampant hardons pressed close together. It felt natural and really bloody good - although it felt even better when I slid myself down the bed and slipped that fat cock of his into my mouth. I wasn't going to do it, BUT... he'd just given me a stunning blow job, and before I had my wicked way with him I felt I really had to give it back after all - ideally with interest!

I wrapped my lips around his bell-end and then slid them right down to the base, the fat rod reaching right down to the back of my throat. His length challenged my gag reflex, but I'd had one or two even larger lads than this before and I knew that I could take it well. I set about sucking him off hard and fast, whilst I took his sac in hand and played with the contents. This was a genuinely big pair of hairy bollocks, well in proportion to his ample cock and offering the prospect of a hefty wad of semen when he was ready to give it up. Already I could taste the salty precum oozing from the tip of that beautiful thick foreskin and being wiped up and down the length of my tongue as I continued to suck dick with enthusiasm. I could feel Frank squirming as he got more and more turned on, and he then began to rock his hips and gently fuck my mouth under his own power, grasping at my head and finding just enough hair to grip a handful and secure me in place. "Oh mate, you know what you're doing. You know what you're fucking well doing. Yeah, suck that cock, nice and hard. You like men with big dicks, don't you?"

The filthy talk had my own cock iron bar stiff, as did imagining what it would feel like to have his reaming out my tight arse. But that's not what I was up for - yet. I defied his grip, and pulled off his cock, planting a neat row of kisses up the middle of his torso until I settled back on his lips. He opened his mouth and we briefly swapped tongues as I shared with him the lingering taste of aroused cock.

"Right, over you go Frank. Get laid down on your front and spread those legs. Time to feed that hungry arse of yours."

"Fuck yeah mate, give it a good fucking drilling!"

Frank did as he was told, rolling over onto his belly and presenting his hole for use. I was so eager to get down to business that I grabbed the packet of condoms out of my bedside drawer, took one out and chucked the rest over my shoulder. The empty foil went the same way a couple of moments later, and then I set to work with the lube, greasing up my cock before applying two fingers to his hot, hairy crack. Finding his tight pucker. Feeling his arse flex as the cold gel hit it, and then the groan as I slipped the fingers in to the first knuckle and worked it around. He knew that he would be getting a dick in a few more seconds, and sure enough I moved in behind and got myself between his thighs. I reached down, gently lowering the high angle of my aching hardon to line up with the target, and pushed. The head breached the defences, forcing open his anus, and then I just let the rest slide in. In a couple of seconds I was balls deep inside Frank, feeling even better than I usually did at that special moment of slipping myself into a guy who's nice and tight, because I wanted this one so very much.

"Oh fuck mate! Oh fuck..." Frank buried his head in the pillow and gasped, as he felt his arse being well opened up by a serving of stiff cock, a feeling that any guy who has bottomed will understand! A cock buried in you to the hilt, and the anticipation of the hard fucking that's about to come. Different guys like it different ways, of course, but for me nothing beats having it from behind - a good hard nailing flat out in bed, or standing up under a hot shower. I enjoyed giving it up the arse that way, and taking it up the arse too - and I could tell from Frank's dirty talk that he felt likewise. Two lads with similar builds, similar tastes, and my cock felt at home in his arse like a hand fitting snugly in a leather glove. Our bodies felt as if they were made for each other.

I lay on top of him for a moment, running one hand down his flank, enjoying the feeling of all that full-on body contact with the man I had desired for so long, yet hadn't dared before tonight to disclose my feelings for. I then planted my hands either side of him, raised myself up, and put all the power in my lower back and hips into the sex, sliding my cock back and forth in a constant cycle of long, smooth strokes. Watching him grab the bars at the head of the bed, his powerful arm and shoulder muscles flexing in the semi-darkness. Deep, masculine groans as he took everything I had to give him, driving his own hips back in his eagerness to feel me inside him. Sometimes, between increasingly thready breaths, more filthy entreaties to fuck him even harder. And shit, his arse was so damned tight! I slowed right down to stop myself from cumming too soon, the sweat beginning to bead up on my brow.

"Harder, Rob, fuck me harder." Frank was loving this, desperate for my hard pumping of his arse to continue.

"I can't Frank, I'm too close to losing it."

"Good. I want you to fucking cum inside me."

That sent me out of control. I dropped down onto him, pressing my chest hard against his back, running my hands over any part of him that I could reach as my hips went into overdrive. Reaming out that tight arse, piston fucking Frank's stretched hole. Before another minute was up, I bucked hard and drove my dick home one final time, before the release. My thighs pushed hard and shook, as I began dumping my creamy load into the rubber. The orgasm was intense, strong waves rolling down the length of my cock and expelling my seed. My bell-end was soon immersed in a tight latex bag of hot, sticky cum.

We lay there, together, catching our breath. I planted a kiss on his neck, as a few beads of sweat rolled off my forehead and onto the bed. I felt fantastic, my only regret being that it didn't last longer. We were just getting warmed up, it would've been great to work up that hot, sweaty feeling of a really long, hard screw. But, then again, who said this had to be it for the night - even if Frank did look pretty beat? I slipped out, and he gave one more groan as he felt my dick pop out of his hole. Lying there, his legs still spread well apart, body gently heaving. Well and truly arse fucked.

I went to the bathroom to ease off the condom and wash my dick. When I returned, there Frank was, lying on his back now, one hand behind his head and the other stroking his eight-inch piece.

"Seconds out, round two mate. Make this dick ready to ride." Frank enjoyed a good laugh at my expense as I scrabbled around the floor on my hands and knees, trying to find where I'd thrown everything - but, after a few fraught moments, I resurfaced with the condoms and lube. I got his cock ready, and worked some of the cool gel into my arse. I got on my knees on the bed, straddled him, and grasped that long, thick cock, guiding it towards my hungry hole. And then, I impaled myself on that fucking thing, sliding my stretched anus down the length of his shaft until I was sat down squarely on his crotch, feeling all of that dick length rammed up inside of me. I'd had even bigger before - if not for a very long time - so I knew that I could take it. And, what's more, that I'd enjoy it. That special sensation of a cock driven deep into your guts. The sharp, almost searing sensation of the head driving its way home. The arse wall wrapped tightly around his shaft. The anus stretched to the limit by the girth at the base of his big, meaty cock. Not all men could take a large one up the arse, but I not only could do it, I loved doing it. And it was even better with a guy I really, really fancied.

I started to ride Frank, working my arse up and down his cock. Feeling the gentle thrusts he made with his hips as he fucked me, I adjusted my rhythm to meet him, moving to the beat. He lay there, his hands now both resting behind his head, showing off the musculature of his chest and arms and his deep armpits with their filling of thick, black hair - at least, in as much as I could see in the pale half-light, which was frustratingly little. I wished there was more light to take in the view properly, but I had this funny feeling that we'd be getting plenty more chances to enjoy checking out each others' bodies after tonight (although the smile on his face was obvious enough now.) I explored him with my hands as I rode him, soon finding that his torso was getting into a serious lather. I felt the sweat starting to run down the middle of my own chest, slowly and meanderingly, catching in the hair on the way down. Pooling in my navel, and then running down and soaking my crotch. My penis was lengthening once again, responding to the rough and ready pleasure of being had by this fit muscle lad.

The ride went on and on, my hole getting shafted relentlessly. So damned full, so stretched, so good! Frank screwed his eyes shut and rolled his head back, groaning with the intensity of the fuck. His neck looked so long now as well as thick, a slick, dark expanse of coarse, sweaty flesh, faintly gleaming in the pall of weak light cast across us from outside. I leant in, kissing him, tasting the saltiness and feeling the roughness against my lips. He responded by pushing his length into me even harder, grabbing my hair, talking filthy. "On your back mate. Spread those legs, show me that wet mancunt."

I did as I was ordered and slid myself off him, rolling over onto my back. Robbed of his length, my backside felt empty, and hungry for more. I drew my knees up over my body, rolling my hips, exposing that desperate hole. Frank quickly responded, kneeling between my thighs and guiding his cock back home until it was right the way in me. He covered me, leaning in close and engaging me in a deep kiss, even as he began to pump. Our breathing was thready, and we were both getting so hot. I could almost feel the sweat dripping off his body and mingling with my own. The beat grew faster and stronger, reaming me out and pounding me, pushing me to the limit. I'd rarely been done as hard as this. My cock, trapped between our torsos, was at full extension, my midriff now greasy and matted with our sweat and my precum.

"How you liking this mate? Liking that big dick up your arse?"

"Loving it mate," I gasped, feeling as though I might explode again and spatter us both with wads of cum before he'd even unloaded for the first time, "You know how to lay pipe. How to lay it really fucking well."

At last, it felt like Frank was ready to finish himself off. He upped the pace, grabbed a hold of my ankles, spread my legs wide and really began to piston fuck my well-stretched hole. Now it was my turn to throw my head back, screw those eyes shut and really give in to the feeling. As I gasped, I felt Frank begin to buck really hard, and then he cried out loud as he began to pump out his load. Cock spasming deep within my body, filling his condom.

After he'd drained his balls, Frank pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me. We were both sticky, sweaty, and I at least knew I was feeling fantastic. Few things make me feel more masculine than really good sex, especially in circumstances like this - where I'm really attracted to a guy, and he's got the tools and knows how to use them. I smiled, then we looked at each other and I could see he was doing the same. It felt just right. "It's been such a long time Frank, such a long time. Seven months, but it felt more like seven years. I'm glad this has happened. I'm glad it was you."

"You're a good bloke Rob. A good heart, and good in bed."

He got up and went to deal with the condom, though not before nearly falling over fumbling his way towards the bathroom in the dark, which had us both chuckling. I got up to open the window and let in a bit of cold air, help us to cool down and relax. Showering together would've felt great right at that moment, but I looked at the alarm clock and the radio by the bedside, and they were both still dead. Even though the shower just ran off the water pressure, and there must still have been the better part of a tank of hot water left, I didn't think it would be too clever for a couple of burly fourteen stone guys to be squeezing in there, and probably getting it on again, with nothing more than the light from outside or a little torch to see what we were doing. I reckoned that I could wait until morning. Right now, I wanted to wrap myself around his strong, hard body more than anything else.

He returned, and we lay down on the bed together. Lying on our sides, facing one another. We said nothing more, simply drawing our bodies close, limbs intertwining, lips locking gently together and then parting again. Had we fallen in love, or were we simply in lust? I wasn't sure yet, but I so wanted it to be the former. Was he having the same thoughts? It was hard to read Frank's expression in the dark, but it seemed as though he was at peace. This had the feeling of - perhaps - a new beginning. Of hope. That would be more than enough for now.

His eyelids closed, and I felt my own grow heavy. A cool draft played across my bare skin, and the wind whistled gently outside my window. The sounds of the world drifted slowly away, and we fell asleep in each others' arms.