The Only Difference is the 'S'.

Then his hand moved to my lower belly, stroking me there, rubbing his fingers into my pubic thatch, catching my cock with his fingers but without deliberately touching it, and then running the flat of his palm over my shaft to press it against my own flesh. Then he was back to my scrotum, cupping it, stroking it, gently tugging at it before gently but firmly pushing his fingers lower onto my perineum once again. This time I didn't need any persuasion, I almost automatically spread my legs and raised my knees, telling him mutely to do what he wanted.

His hand lifted for a minute and I felt him moving around, still with his mouth against my cheek and his breathing quick and heavy in my ears. I wondered what he was doing, but then I guessed just before a cold slippery fingertip touched my arse and confirmed my speculation. The coldness of the lube on my flesh was erotic in itself, and with Sam's fingertip massaging it around my anus I couldn't hold back a little moan of pure delight. I pulled my legs back a little further and waited for his invasion.

Proper lube is so much better than saliva, and when he pushed forward with his finger this time it slid past my sphincter ring with no trouble at all, sliding all the way in a single push. I grunted with enjoyment, remembering at the back of my mind that this very act was something I would never have dreamed of allowing only a week before. Strange the effect of the right person in the right circumstances, isn't it?

I lay there passively allowing him to thrust his finger in and out of my arse, my eyes closed and my mouth curved in a permanent smile of enjoyment. At first his movements were slow and gentle, as if making sure that it really was alright by me, but then as he became confident that I wanted it he started to push in harder and quicker, burying his finger full depth and wriggling it about inside my rectum. I felt that I could have let him use that finger on me forever, but he had more in mind.

Seeing that I was comfortable and happy to have his finger buried inside me he took it one stage further, pulling almost out and then wriggling a second finger into me alongside the first. I was surprised how easily my sphincter managed to take the two without discomfort, it was stretched further but not anywhere close to its limit, and for the first time I began to understand how anal sex was possible.

Somehow two fingers seem to have more than twice the effect of one, they can go in deeper and be much more versatile once inside, or that's how it seemed to me. I felt him wriggle them inside me alternately, open them up like a pair of scissors, and even bend one while keeping the other straight, while all the time thrusting in and out of me. The sensations were wonderful. I know that I had my eyes screwed shut and I was biting my lip, but that was with pleasure laced with nervousness at what he was doing to me rather than discomfort. I held him close and moaned in his ear, wanting him to continue and wondering, just wondering, what it would be like with three fingers.

To my surprised disappointment, three fingers I was not about to experience, because after finger fucking me for several minutes with two he slowed down, stopped, and withdrew them. The he reached out, wiped his fingers on a tissue and propped himself on one elbow to gaze down at me, gasping from arousal and still lying with my legs held wide for him.

"Nice?" He asked unnecessarily.

"You'd better believe it." I panted.

"Oh, I do." He told me, smiling knowingly.

As I lay there getting my breath back I reached out and stroked his cheek, disregarding his gender for the moment and feeling surprisingly affectionate. He smiled and rubbed his face briefly against my hand, a tender moment that I will always remember.

My position was not very comfortable and, as we seemed to have reached an interlude I lowered my legs and relaxed on the bed, looking at the girly man beside me and enjoying the sight of his body. I still couldn't get over how unmanly he was, and especially how graceful and feline he looked with his long, long legs and slender form. I couldn't have got into bed with a macho man, but Sam was soft and gentle and just right for me.

He was watching me looking at him, but as soon as my eyes met his and I became aware of his scrutiny he smiled again and looked away, casting around for the jar of lube. It was still there on the bed beside him and he dipped in his two fingers, showing me the large blob of gel that he had scooped onto them.

"Lie still." He instructed me. "You'll enjoy this."

Right just then I was so horny I couldn't think of anything he could do to me that I wouldn't have enjoyed, and yes I do know what I'm saying, so I readily lay still and let him carry on.

What he did was very simple, but damn nice. He just coated my cock from top to bottom with the lube and began to wank me. Now, I don't know if you've ever used oil or a lube or anything similar to wank with, but if you haven't then you should try it, and especially you should try it if you can get someone else to do the work while you just lay there and let them. It is fucking fabulous, take it from me. It did have one downside however.

"The trouble with sex lube." Sam told me pensively. "Is that it tastes like shit, and so you'll have to make do without a blow job this time."

"Keep doing that and I won't need one." I responded, as he ran slippery fingers up and down my length.

He chuckled to himself and changed to using his whole hand wrapped around my cock, sliding his palm over the head of my cock at the top of each stroke. I closed my eyes and groaned, my muscles tensing with the pure ecstasy of a pleasure almost too good to endure.

Sam wanked me like that until he had me teetering on the very edge of a climax and then, deliberately I think, he stopped and took his hand away.

"I think it's my turn now, don't you."

I couldn't argue with that. I still hadn't given him any pleasure and so he was well overdue, but it took me a minute or two to get my mind back into gear and agree. He rolled onto his back and pointedly passed me the jar of lube. I took the hint even though my mind was still reeling with the sudden frustration. I couldn't complain really, he'd given me pleasure and now I owed him, and anyway I was sure it would be my turn again soon.

The lube had an odd silky texture, slippery without being wet, and a very, very pleasant feel. I dipped a large blob onto my two longest fingers and then stroked it gently onto his shaft. He flinched a little from the cold, but then groaned happily and let me massage it all over his cock. I'd not used lube before so I had no real idea how much would be needed, so to make sure I got another, smaller, blob and coated him liberally from tip to root. His cock glistened hard and dark headed in the light from the bedside lamps, shining with lube and visibly throbbing from arousal.

Once again I was struck by the amazing sensation of touching another man's cock, the hard warmth, the softness of the skin compared with the rock hardness of the core, and the little pulses of independent life that it gave as blood pumped through it. I held it between my two forefingers and my thumb and stroked its length, squeezing gently to work the skin back and forth. Sam opened his eyes, looked at me and smiled, then sighed with satisfaction and closed his eyes once more.

I lay beside him propped up on one elbow and wanked him slowly, taking my own pleasure from the look of enjoyment on his face as I got him slowly hotter and hotter. After a while I changed my grip, enfolding his cock within my fist so that I could wank him faster and squeeze him harder, a sibilant sigh telling me of his consent.

It wasn't long before he started lifting his hips from the bed in short little thrusts, telling me that he was getting closer to cumming, and I wanked him faster, eager to see him shoot his load. I'd never seen a man cum, apart from myself, and I'd certainly never been the cause, and it was an exciting prospect. But Sam wanted other things first, and he stopped me before he reached his climax.

"Play with my balls. Put some lube on them and play with my balls."

He was nearly pleading, and I wanted to touch his sac anyway so I complied willingly. I couldn't see at first why he asked me to use the lube, it didn't seem needed, but it wasn't long before I understood, and I grinned quietly to myself when the penny dropped.

Sam was rhythmically raising his pelvis from the bed, and had been almost since I'd started to play with him. I'd thought his movements were either in response to his own arousal, or a signal to me that I was doing it right, and this way well have been the case. But my hand cupping his scrotum while covered in lube soon slipped south as he moved and it wasn't long before his arse was also covered in lubricant, inviting penetration from a finger that was playing within a centimetre or so of his hole. Of course the inevitable very quickly happened.

I felt the very tip of my finger lightly touch his rear entrance as he pushed up towards me, and I'll admit that I found the contact exciting because the only other time my finger had been there he was dry and impossible to enter and I knew at once that this time was different. I wanted to penetrate him as he had me, first with one finger and then two, but I hesitated to push straight inside in case I hurt him and so he encouraged me.

"Do it, I want you to."

I still hesitated, intent on penetrating but trying to be sure I wouldn't catch my nail on his sphincter in the process.

"Come on, do it."

By now my fingertip had wormed its way past his sphincter muscle and so I slid it securely home, pushing it into his rectum as far as I could reach.

"Oh, yes, that's good, now finger-fuck me hard."

It was so much easier to push my finger in and out of his arse now he was lubricated; and very enjoyable too. I was getting more and more excited. I don't mean I was getting more aroused as in closer to cumming; I was already throbbingly close to that. I mean excited as in feeling adrenalin from doing things that I shouldn't really be doing at all, let alone getting pleasure from. It was strange what a turn on I was finding playing with Sam's arse to be, and how eager I was to act on his request. I began thrusting my finger into him with a hard rapid rhythm that had him gasping and murmuring a string of almost inaudible 'yeses'.

It was soon clear that Sam wanted more, he folded his legs back, grabbed hold behind his own knees and almost rolled himself into a ball in an effort to be easily available to me. I knew instinctively what he wanted, and what I wanted to do. Just like he had done with me I inserted another finger into him and wiggled the two in scissor movements while finger-fucking him. He groaned throatily and smiled his satisfaction as I returned to rhythmically pistoning my fingers in and out of him.

I hadn't known until then how nice the inside of someone's rectum could feel. I'd sort of expected it to feel like the slimy 'yuk' feel of gutting a fish, but it's nothing like that, it's nice, warm, soft, velvety, smooth, better in some ways that a woman's vagina, or at least I thought so. I would have been quite happy to carry on fingering him all night --well maybe not 'all' night, except that he needed release more immediately than that.

"Finish me off." He pleaded.

I looked at him uncomprehendingly, wasn't that what I was trying to so?

"I can't wait to cum. Wank me off, please wank me off."

I didn't want to stop what I was doing, that was far too illicitly nice, but I suddenly wanted to see him cum as well. I paused for a moment, my fingers motionless in his arse, but then the answer came to me and I moved around to kneel between his opened legs. Now, by exchanging my right hand for my left I could insert two fingers into his bottom at the same time as using my slippery right hand to play with his cock.

I soon got into a synchronous rhythm with my fingers moving in and out of his rectum at the same time as my hand slid up and down his shaft. It was a bit of a strain on my thigh muscles making sure I didn't topple forward, but the delight of doing those forbidden things to Sam, and seeing the bliss on his face made the discomfort well worth while. In any case, it wasn't long before he was squeezing his eyes shut and breathing in staccato little gasps. The end, as the saying goes, was nigh.

"Oh yes!" He exclaimed suddenly, his eyes flying wide open as if in surprise. "I'm there!"

His body jerked and shuddered and I literally watched his balls contract as he came and the first gout of cum exploded onto his stomach. That first was followed by seven or eight more, longs strings and blobs of his cream splashing all over his stomach and chest, one large glob actually landing on his chin.

As his climax passed I knelt and watched with a terrific sense of achievement, my fingers still inside him and my hand, splattered with beads and dribbles of cum, still wrapped around his shaft. I was proud of what I'd done and the fact that I'd been able to repay at least some of the pleasure that Sam had given me over the preceding weeks.

At last he was finished and he lowered his trembling legs to either side of my kneeling form and smiled up at me with his chest heaving far too much to speak. After a while he held his arms out to hold me and I let myself fall into his embrace, my fingers slipping finally from his bottom.

He didn't have the breath to kiss me and so he just held me close so that I could feel the hot slippery stickiness of his cum compressed between us. We lay still until his breathing returned to normal and then he began to kiss me, little kisses at first, but then more and more intensely until we were wriggling and rubbing ourselves together passionately as our tongues delved into each others mouths.

As we did this my own mouth came into contact with the blob of cum on his chin, and I experienced for the first time the beautiful taste of another man's semen. I don't know why, but I reacted instantly and powerfully to that accidental taste, my already erect cock twitching strongly on Sam's skin and my belly writhing urgently against his. I put my mouth back to his chin and licked up the remainder before returning to his mouth so that we could share. He groaned happily and ran his hands up and down my back, holding me clamped tight against his slippery skin.

This was a night of new experiences for me. I'd never had any sexual contact with a member of my own sex before and my mind was in a whirl trying to keep up with all the things I had done or allowed to be done to me. I was overwhelmed with it all, excited and aroused beyond belief, pumped full of adrenalin from the newness of everything and wondering where this was all going to end. I'd placated my conscience by telling myself that this was a one off, an episode that I was experiencing just to see what it was like, before my relationship with the man I believed to be a woman came to an end. But as I lay on top of him squirming and kissing him so eagerly I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead.

As we moved against each other I could feel his lubricated cock sliding on mine, its semi flaccid length being pulled back and forth as I rubbed myself up and down his body until it started to show signs of coming back to life, filling out and expanding as it came erect.

"My God." He whispered. "You're making me want some more."

"It's my turn to cum this time." I reminded him, still savouring the feel of his cum on my skin against his chest.

"I know, but who says we both can't have fun?" As he spoke her pulled me even tighter to him, opened his legs and began pushing up rhythmically with his pelvis. I shivered in delight at the thrill that gave me, feeling his rapidly hardening cock prodding at my stomach as he moved. Being slightly taller than Sam my own cock was now nudging not very comfortably at his pubic bone and I shifted slightly to allow it to move, my movement coinciding with an unusually vigorous thrust from Sam, pushing my cock down and onto his balls.

"Oh yes." His voice was breathy and eager. "That feels good."

I felt him reach around, bending his leg back out of the way so that he could reach the tip of my cock from below, fondling it and rubbing it onto his still slippery scrotum. It did feel good and I lifted slightly to give him more room to massage my tip up and down, rubbing it from the base of his cock to the very bottom of his sac. I knew he was enjoying that somewhat peculiar activity as much as I was from the rock hard response of his cock, so I let him carry on.

"Just a second." He whispered and withdrew his hand and lowering his leg. I continued to rub myself against him, feeling the first signs of my nascent climax returning.

Suddenly he raised both legs and wrapped them around me as would a woman, and I felt his hand return to smear more lubricant all over my cock before doing the same to his crotch. I could feel the back of his knuckles moving up and down as he coated himself liberally.

I expected him now to massage his balls once more with my cock, but to my excited alarm he guided my tip instead until it was pressed right up against his anus. I suddenly saw what he intended and I felt my heart leap with both exhilaration and apprehension at the prospect. This was the ultimate homosexual activity and I was wanting desperately to do it.

"Push." He told me.

I pushed, not too hard and certainly not too quickly, but instead applying a continuous steady pressure against his sphincter. Sam was breathing heavily in my ear.

"I've wanted this from you for ages." He murmured.

He let go of my shaft, knowing now that it was on target and that I would take it the rest of the way myself, and clung to my back, his slim legs held right back to help me penetrate. I maintained the steady pressure, feeling his sphincter opening slowly, the sensation so intoxicating as to make me go even slower to prolong the feeling. But eventually his muscle was stretched far enough and my cock slipped into his tunnel, his ring now tight around my shaft.

"That's it; now fuck me if you like."

He was gasping the words into my ear and his fingers were gripping the flesh of my back he was so aroused. I was so excited at what I was doing that I couldn't even reply, couldn't tell him how completely I wanted to fuck him.

I pushed myself in deep, burying my cock right up to its root in Sam's rectum, feeling the warmth, the smoothness and the tightness of a man's anus around my cock for the first time, something else to add to the mounting list of firsts that night. When I was in as far as I could get I lay motionless on top of him, just savouring the thrill for the moment.

"Does it feel good?" He asked me softly, needing to know how I felt.

"Incredibly." I told him. "It's bloody fantastic."

"Are you glad we're together?" That question came a little shyly, as if he hardly dare ask.

"Yes." It was a one word answer because I didn't have the vocabulary to tell him just how glad.

He gave me a quick, affectionate squeeze as I answered and I felt him bodily relax.

"Will you cum inside me?"

He asked the question as I started to thrust slowly into his arse. I nodded mutely and he began to move against me, increasing my penetration and intensifying the sensation in my cock.

Fucking a man face to face is not quite the same as fucking a woman that way. Because of the difference in anatomy the man being fucked has to roll himself back further, making his partner bend a little in the middle and so thrust downwards rather than just fore and aft. That might be just a little less comfortable, but I now found that it has the benefit of giving me far better control and far deeper penetration. I could bury myself completely inside him, and I did just that every time I pushed into him.