Taking It All In

He unrolled one of his condoms down the thickened shaft of his cock. A new song started up on the radio. I recognised it from having heard Jake playing it in his room.

"In any case," he went on. "This way, I get you kiss you while we fuck. There's nothing like kissing a guy while you're ploughing his arse."

"I'd like that," I agreed. "I'd like that a lot."

I was surprised at how much I felt the truth of that statement.

After I'd lubed myself up, he lay down in the middle of the bed and directed his cock upwards with his right hand.

I squatted over him, smiling down at him, and then clumsily positioned my anus over his cock-head which felt improbably huge and swollen as it pushed between my cheeks.

"I don't know if it's going to fit," I warned him.

"It will," he said. "Just pretend like you're taking a dump."

"Ooh, you're so romantic," I joked and he grinned up at me.

I relaxed my arsehole as much as I could and pushed myself down onto his upright cock. The head of it slid into me with a satisfying squelch and I exhaled loudly and involuntarily.

Bradley looked up at me, concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I called out, "Christ, no!"

I let his cock slide further into me, easing up into my innards much further than my finger had ever been able to reach.

"It feels incredible!" I gasped down at him. "Absolutely amazing!"

He smiled at me. "It's about halfway in. Are you sure you're happy for it to go further?"

I pushed down to take another couple of inches of him. "Fuck yeah!" I cried out. "I want all of it! I want all of you inside me!"

My hole was being stretched open to a circumference it had never experienced and the sensation of having to dilate so wide to take another man's organ into me was sending shivers up my spine and making my heart race.

Bradley chuckled, enjoying my surprise at how much pleasure he was giving me. "Turns out you're a bit of a bum boy, Rob!"

I grinned back down at him, panting for breath. "I think we both... could have guessed that!"

'Bum boy'. If only I had discovered this when I'd been a boy. The number of lads in my year-group whom I could have had fun with!

My cock strained upwards, its head fattened so hard it was sore, with precum trickling downwards from the slit. The veins were writhing prominently along the thickened shaft, making bulging knots which pulsed as they pumped my organ up to its massively overfilled, throbbingly painful size.

Bradley reached up, wanting to fondle my towering erection, but I pushed his hand away. "Not yet," I told him, still gasping for air. "Not until... you're right inside me."

I was feeling so excited by having a man's cock bore upwards inside me that I was concerned if he were to touch my own I might climax across his chest and face. Indeed, I was so aroused I could imagine me having such a powerful orgasm that my semen would shoot right over him and hit the opposite wall.

I squatted further down onto him and he bucked his hips up to ease himself completely up into my bowels. The music on the radio seemed to grow louder; perhaps my senses were being distorted by the pleasure I was feeling.

"Jesus Christ!" I called out in a voice which was probably too loud. "How fucking amazing is this?!"

Bradley chuckled. "You're going to get a taste for this, aren't you?"

I smiled back down at him, feeling his cock throbbing and filling me up as if in time with the rhythm of the track on the radio. "Too fucking right! Jesus, mate... why didn't I try this years ago?"

"You're doing it now, Rob" he said. "That's the main thing."

I was still irritated at myself for all the lost opportunities -- the wasted years -- but I tried to put the squandered past out of my mind for now and focus on the oh-so-wonderful present, while allowing myself to look forwards to what might lie in the future.

I had Troy fixed up for a date quite soon; and Duncan the car repair guy might call in one afternoon. And then there was Guy pencilled in for a football match in the New Year. I wanted all three of them to do this to me. I wanted to feel the different sensations that their diversely shaped cocks would make inside me; I wanted to know how dissimilar their variously sized balls would feel against my buttocks

And I wanted to meet more men -- lots more men -- who would enjoy doing this with me.

Christ, I wanted every male I met who was capable of getting a hard-on to be joined with me like this!

I just loved this sensation of having a man so physically connected to me, as deeply and intimately as he could be inside me. And I loved that we were together like this not as lovers, but just as two male friends. When he left, I could have another guy around to enjoy sex with him and there'd be no guilt, no recriminations, no aftermath at all. If I told Bradley what I'd done, next time we met, he'd no doubt enjoy hearing all about it and would tell me about other encounters he'd had since we'd been together.

I straightened my knees slightly to raise myself up from him, enjoying the sensation of his thick shaft sliding along my rectum. Then I lowered myself back down to him and let out a gasping involuntary sigh.

"Aaah! Jesus, that feels good!"

I did again a couple of times, panting with delight at how amazing it felt to be pumping his cock with the muscles of my arse. I looked down at him, grinning and gaping at him, and he beamed up at me as he enjoyed seeing how excited I was to have him inside me.

"All these years, Rob," he chuckled, "you've wanted to be some guy's bum chum and you didn't even know it!"

I laughed back at him, still gasping at the waves of pleasure I was experiencing.

Some guy's bum chum? More like some Guy's bum chum. Yes, I'd be well up for being that!

I worked myself up and down his shaft with a steadily developing rhythm, trying to match myself to the music from the radio. Then he held my thighs and told me he would take over. "Now you're loosened up, let me do the hard work, mate."

I squatted over him, a good six inches or so above the base of his cock. My balls hung down, feeling fat and heavy in my stretched scrotum, and were being tickled by his pubic bush.

He grabbed onto my hips to hold me steady and then started slowly fucking me by thrusting his hips upwards.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Fantastic!" I gasped.

It was indeed intensely exciting to feel him sliding right up into me, filling me up with his long, thick shaft. I loved the sensation of his throbbing cock-head, burrowing back and forth so deeply inside me, and the feel of his balls slapping against my arse cheeks as he pushed himself as far into me as he could go.

"Are you ready for me to go faster?" he asked.

"Go for it!" I commanded.

"Right," he grinned. "I am so desperate for a fuck, mate! I am so ready to fucking bang your arse!"

"Well, go ahead and fuck me! Fuck me as fast and as hard as you can!"

Now that was something I never thought I'd hear myself say.

He grinned at me more broadly and grabbed my hips more firmly. Then he started pounding in and out of me, bucking his hips upwards to make slapping noises against my buttocks. The odour of his exertions began to fill the air: the smell from his cock as it pumped up and down; still subtle, but undeniably anal in its pungence.

He was doubling the rhythm of the music: each beat of the song was matched with two thrusts of Bradley's long cock.

I yelped with delight and worked myself against him, wondering why it had never occurred to me how empty my arse had been all my life without another man's cock buried inside it. It felt so full and so right to have Bradley organ inside me. I felt, if it makes sense, sexually complete.

I laughed down at him, "Come on, man! You're holding back on me! Give it all to me!"

He laughed back up. "You want it full-on! Okay! You fucking got it!"

His rhythm intensified so that he was hammering in and out of me like a piece of machinery. Now he was pumping three times faster than the music; four times, even. The smell from my arse was growing stronger and more obvious: cloyingly musky with a crude, raunchy bite to it.

"Oh God!" I cried out. "Jesus Christ that feels so good!"

He laughed again and I saw him sniffing at the air.

"Can you smell that?" I asked, as the carnal odour of my rectum washed over us in waves. "How fucking hot is it?"

He laughed a third time. "It's the smell of mansex, Rob! It's the best fucking part of it! It's as hot as fuck!"

He continued pounding my arse and his face became more serious. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and he was panting like a dog.

"I'm getting close mate," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum any second!"

I grinned down at him, relishing the thought of feeling him climaxing inside me. I wanted his thick, manly spunk to overflow from the condom and splash up, hot and wet, onto my buttocks as he hammered himself back and forth.

"Go for it!" I urged him. "I'm close myself."

Which was bizarre considering I hadn't so much as touched myself.

He surprised me by craning his neck forwards and reaching his mouth upwards to my cock, taking the top few inches into him. In spite of my reservations about having my organ sucked, I let it slide in and out of him as I worked my arse in time with his frantic, pummelling shaft.

His mouth was well-practised and he knew exactly what to do to pleasure another man. He held his lips wide open and used the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive lobes underneath my cock-head. The unpleasant sensation I'd expected -- of having my cock enveloped by a warm slimy mouth -- was replaced by something entirely different. I found it surprisingly enjoyable to rub the swollen head of my cock against the soft ridges along the roof of his mouth and to have his tongue gently tease me as I thrust back and forth.

As I watched my shaft sliding in and out of his mouth, pushing deeper with every stroke, I realised I was finally enjoying a blowjob! I was finally enjoying having my cock sucked!

After all these years, all it had taken was for another man to do to me what he obviously enjoyed having done to himself. Bradley understood my cock completely and knew exactly what to do to arouse it: even, as it turned out, better than I did myself.

I started thrusting in and out of his mouth, his tongue teasing my cock-head as my organ swelled back to full size and recovered from my initial misgivings about being sucked.

I laughed down at him, amazed at what we were doing.

"Suck me off! Go on, mate! Eat my cock!"

Something else I never thought I'd ever hear myself say.

He sides of his lips formed a smile with the thickened shaft of my organ slurping in and out between them.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be riding his relentlessly thrusting cock, slamming my arse against it so much faster than the rhythm of the music, while my own was sweeping in and out of his mouth.

The stink from my bum was now crude and intense: harsh and powerful in both our nostrils; amplified by our heat and out sweat. I was desperately aroused by it, my heart pounding in my chest even quicker than Bradley's cock was pounding at my arse.

It was the smell I'd been seeking for so long: the smell of my arse being roughly buggered by a cock as big as my own; the smell of male-to-male sex at its most passionate and intense; the smell of men being joined together as intimately as is possible -- one man's big, thick cock being consumed over and over by another's hot, raunchy arse.

Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tingle and gestured urgently that I was within sight of my climax. I was giving him the opportunity to pull away if he wanted to, but he stayed put and, if anything, licked at me more furiously.

My balls started spasming as they pumped my seed upwards and he drank the heavy flow of it as it surged from my slit. My orgasm was, as always, extravagantly plentiful and he struggled to gulp fast enough to keep up with the surging gushes. Some -- though not much -- spilled down his chin and onto his chest, but most of it managed to slide down his throat.

I felt for my poor sperms again, excitedly thrashing around as they were propelled towards his stomach, oblivious to the acidic end that awaited them.

Once my climax had subsided and still thrusting his cock in and out of my bowels, he reached up and kissed me so I could taste my own semen, salty and bitter, in his mouth. Our tongues wrestled together as I eagerly licked my juice from his and we looked into each other's eyes, revelling in the sexual abandon we were experiencing together.

When he pulled back from me, we grinned at each other. He stopped bucking his hips and pointed at my backside, impaled on his thick shaft as it reached upwards. He licked his lips and I knew what he meant.

I pulled off him and he peeled off the condom, tossing it onto the floor. He started masturbating quickly as I squatted over him, letting him eat from the swollen, gaping hole he'd just fucked so vigorously.

When I felt his tongue pushing into my rectum through my sore and sensitive ring, an unexpected second wave of excitement hit me and, much to my surprise, my cock started spewing again. My second climax was more measured and far less copious than my first, but I looked down at myself, marvelling at my body doing something it had never done before and fascinated by the second gushing of white liquid which was slowly belching from my cock-head.

I reached between my legs, grabbed the back of Bradley's head and ground my arse down onto his eager face. I wanted him to tongue me as deeply as he could; to reach up into my bowels and taste me at my strongest.

He was eager to comply, lapping at my hole and feeding on my rectum, as he wanked himself as quickly and roughly as he could. Within seconds his orgasm was splashing against my back and I looked over towards the mirror so I could see him erupt.

Straight into the eyes of Jake who was staring at us from the bedroom door, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"Jesus Christ," I called out over the noise of the music, and tried to pull myself away from Bradley. Not understanding, he grabbed my thigh, determined to savour having his mouth on my behind while he was climaxing, but I yanked away from him more roughly.

Jake backed off, his face stunned, and turned to head downstairs.

I got off the bed and switched off the radio. I heard a car setting off down the street; probably my ex-wife after dropping Jake off.

Jake was downstairs clanking bottles and pouring himself a drink from the fridge.

"My son," I said to Bradley, my voice raspy. "He's come back from staying with his mum and was in the doorway."

Bradley looked horrified and sat up on the bed. His semen was still tirckling from his cock, blissfully undeterred by this unexpected turn of events.

"How long was he standing there?" he asked. Like I would be able to give him an exact duration.

"I dunno," I replied. "I just saw him when you started cumming."

"Maybe he didn't see very much," he suggested, hopefully.

"Whatever he did see was far too much," I countered.

I pulled on my dressing gown and left Bradley clearing up. I went downstairs and found Jake in the kitchen, drinking a coke.

"Christ, Jake," I said. "You could have knocked!"

"I did!" he snapped. "And called up several times. The radio was on loud... I thought you must just be lying in bed reading the paper or something."

"You knew I had a guy staying over with me."

"Well, there was only your car on the drive, so I figured it mustn't have worked out or he'd gone. It wasn't like I deliberately came upstairs to catch you out."

What he said sounded plausible and I felt my anger abate. It wasn't, after all, as if he would ever intrude intentionally on something so personal.

"In that case, Jake, I'm sorry I didn't hear you and that you saw what we were doing."

"Don't be," he shrugged, taking another drink from his glass. "I'm not a little kid."

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

"When I first opened the door you were on top of him... sort of getting it both ways... I dunno what you'd actually call it. I should have backed away but... well..."

He seemed to want me to finish his sentence off for him or at least suggest where he might be going with it, but I held back, shrugging to show I had no idea what his "well..." might presage.

Seeing that I was going to offer no help, he went on, "I mean, it wasn't something I would have wanted to see, but once I actually saw the two of you together... I suppose I began to understand why you're into to this stuff."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying that... you know... I might not want to try it for myself... well, not anytime soon... but just that I can see the appeal."

"You found what we were doing attractive?" I asked, incredulous.

"Not the fact it was you, of course," he said. "But what you were doing... I mean, the way he was up your butt and you were in his mouth...yeah... it looked pretty intense. Pretty amazing, actually. That's why I kind of stuck around longer than I should have."

I just stared at him, unsure of what to say.

He laughed. "Come on, dad, I'm not saying I don't like girls -- but then, neither are you -- I'm just saying... you know... having seen the two of you together that I understand how a guy can enjoy being... well... erotic with another guy."

"But you saw those lads at scout camp," I reminded him, "and the stuff I was looking at on the internet. You didn't find that erotic, did you?"

"No," he admitted. "But it was seeing you guys together... kissing and being so... well... intimate, I suppose. And the smell of you both... yeah, that was it... the sweaty, sexy smell..."

"I think it was a bit more than sweat, Jake," I added dourly.

"I realise that," he said. "Like I said, I'm not a little kid. But the smell was kind of hot too. At first, when I saw what you were doing, I was like, 'Whoa! Get me out of here!' But then, there was that smell and all the spunk... and, well, the way you were together... it had an effect on me... you know..."

He'd been aroused when he was watching us. My own son had grown a stiffie at the smell of our sex: by the strong, masturbatory odour of two men's cocks; the heavy stink of sweat from our big, hairy balls; the acrid whiff of our erupting semen; and -- most potently -- the crude, pungent bite of my arse thickly smeared down the length of Bradley's large cock.

When I'd seen him there in the doorway, I'd fixated on his dumbstruck face: perhaps, if I'd looked a bit lower, I'd have seen how much his jeans were bulging outwards in their own, unanticipated, response to the male version of sex we were performing for him.

I heard Bradley upstairs, walking across the landing and closing the bathroom door.

"So who is he?" Jake asked with an expectant smirk.

"Just a guy from work. He works in IT."

"And is he gay?"

"No," I replied. "It doesn't really work like that. I don't want to get into something serious with another bloke, so I found someone similar to me: straight but with an eye for... er... wider opportunities."

Jake chuckled at my turn of phrase. "It doesn't get much wider than the opportunity you were giving him."

I allowed myself a smile.

"But aren't most guys like that?" Jake asked. "Isn't that how male sexuality is supposed to work?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, men are supposed to be on the look-out for any opportunities that might come their way, and a lot of guys aren't too fussy about the form it takes. We did about it in biology class: something about the male wanting to spread his genes."

"Maybe that would explain it. I don't really know, Jake."

I heard the shower click on upstairs as Bradley figured out how it worked.

"Can I meet him?" Jake asked.