Accepting I’m A Bottom Pt. 02

Two quite significant events didn't happen that evening at Sam's house and two did; I didn't stay the night and I wasn't fucked but we agreed to meet again for lunch at his place in a week or so when Sally a purser on BA was away again and I accepted that he would fuck me.

"Indian or Thai?" he asked after pouring us both white wine.

"What?" I asked wondering whether they were slang for some gay practice.

"To eat?"

"I don't mind."

"Let's do Thai then, ok?"

We sat around waiting for the food and then ate that. We chatted away mostly about the company and our colleagues, almost as if nothing had happened, but of course it had and slowly the conversation came round to sex.

"How long you been using Chariots?" He asked.

"On and off a couple of years, I guess."

"Go often?"

"No, not even once a month."

"What just as the fancy takes you?" he asked smiling.

"Yes, I guess so."

"Same as me. I hadn't been there for ages when I saw you."

We chatted on about our bi feelings and experiences. I told him how mine had started with the massage and that I enjoyed the buzz and now really thought of sex, purely as sex almost irrespective of whether with a guy or a woman. He agreed with me as he did when I told him that I didn't go around looking at men and fancying them as I did women. Laughing he said.

"So, you didn't look at me and fancy me then?"

Laughing back, I said. "Well, there are exceptions."

We cleared away the wreckage of the food and he opened a bottle of red wine.

"Shall we go upstairs?" he asked.

In the spare bedroom where we'd had sex last time he'd set the room up as before with no bedclothes but instead, large green towels.

"Save washing the sheets mate, never been much good with the washing machine," he grinned.

Pouring us both large glasses of red wine he went on. "Let's undress and shower shall we?"

Both wrapped in towels, we lay on the bed and chatted. Initially the topic was about work, but it slowly changed.

"I take it you still have sex with your delicious wife Kelly?" he asked.

"Yes, very much so."

"Has it changed since you have found your bi side James?"

"Not really no, but in some ways I think it's better, although at times I wish she was more dominant."

"Really?"

"Yes. Since I got into this bi thing, I have moments when I feel very feminine," I said worrying that maybe I was opening up a little too much.

"What as if you were a woman?"

"Sort of yes."

We chatted about that and being a top, bottom or versatile for some time which, of course excited me.

"Have you been in an mmf James?" he asked out of the blue.

I told him I hadn't and he went onto explain that Sally loved them and watching the two guys getting it on. "Perhaps the three of us could er get together one day?" he muttered.

"Really?" I rep[lied in a non-committal way.

"Well I can see the idea has at least some appeal," Sam said smiling and putting his hand on my growing bulge under the towel.

I turned my head towards him and he leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back as I felt his hand fiddling with my towel. It came undone and I had that glorious feeling as he peeled it away and exposed my swollen manhood.

"You really do have an absolutely fucking brilliant cock James, I could easily fall in love with it."

We kissed a lot more and cuddled so we pressed our bodies together. His towel came off and we rubbed our nudities together, cock on cock.

We stopped for a while and had some more wine. Lying side by side, touching and stroking each other, he said.

"Have you had enough time to think James, about Sal and me?" he asked.

""Yes, I think so. I would like that."

"I'll see what she says, but you can probably guess what she likes to see most."

"No, what's that?"

"Not to be too blunt, it is me shagging the other bloke, she loves that."

"Oh, I see."

"But you don't do that do you?" he said again turning on his side and placing his face close to mine as he slowly rubbed my cock.

"Well I haven't."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Yes of course."

"So what has stopped you?"

"Several things. Fear of the unknown and the possible pain."

"If you are lubed up properly there won't be any."

"And, of course, it being such an overtly gay thing."

"But you are not gay James, and being fucked now and then won't make you gay, you know," Sam retorted smiling.

He licked round my lips and cupped my balls. "Mmmmm, these seem nice and full."

"And also," I went on looking meaningfully at him. "I have not been in the appropriate circumstances."

"How do you mean?"

"Well I have only ever been with guys at Chariots."

"Oh I see, so you have not been with someone like this?"

"No, and that's probably the other reason."

"What is?"

Looking right into his eyes I delivered what was my submissive statement, I suppose. "That you don't meet the right sort of guy at gay saunas."

He gripped my cock tighter as he heard that. He kissed me again and said quietly.

"But now James are you saying the circumstances are appropriate and you are with the right sort of guy?"

"Yes Sam, I think I probably am," I replied, just before he kissed me again.

I gripped his cock and loved him licking my neck and moving down onto my chest. He nibbled each of my nipples as he slowly wanked me, before saying.

"So, you think you are in the right place and with the right person do you James?"

"Yes," I croaked. "Yes I think I do Sam."

"Then shall we, I mean may I?" he asked gripping me tightly and squashing our chests together.

I was gone then. Although still slightly fearful, my reservations and resistance had pretty much vanished. I had felt for some time that being fucked was probably inevitable and had been waiting for the right time and place. I had to admit to myself that Sam and his house were about as good as it is likely to get.

Looking into his eyes and smiling nervously I replied. "Yes Sam, yes you can, but be careful won't you."

"Of course I will babe. Let me get the lube."

He rolled across the bed, got off and picked up a tube from the dressing table. Returning to beside me he said quietly.

"Turn over and lift that sexy bum up in the air for me baby."

I did as he said and enjoyed the feeling of him spreading the lube between my cheeks and on my hole. He took his time as he slowly edged a finger or two slightly up my anus. That in itself was great.

"Ok James, lay on your back for me."

That surprised me as I had assumed that he would take me doggy fashion.

"How do you mean?" I asked

He got between my legs, opened them wider and lifted them up, one of them going over his shoulder.

"It's easier like this," he told me wiping some lube onto his condom covered cock. I had not seen him put the rubber on, but was pleased that he had for I had forgotten all about safe sex.

Holding his cock in his hand he pressed the end of it right against my hole. Wiggling it about a bit, I realised that he was gradually opening me up. "Ok James?" He asked.

"Yes, its fine," I grunted enjoying the pressure on the sensitive nerve ends in that crinkled skin round my anus

Looking down and seeing my cock rearing right up my stomach and his slowly sliding up me made me feel a little guilty, but that soon went. It was hurting, but nowhere near as much as I had feared for I hardly felt it going up. The modest pain was around my sphincter. That was being stretched more than it had ever been before and in the opposite way to what was intended. Sam was careful and gentle and edged his way into my bum slowly moving an inch or so and then waiting before going further. When most of it was in me and was, I guess, near to or rubbing against my prostate, the sensations were immense.

"Oh my god," I grunted reaching my hand out. Sam held it and squeezed it.

"Does it hurt?" he asked not moving inside me.

"A little yes," I gasped.

"That will go," he told me making one last push and seeming to have gone in as far as he could.

His cock buried deep in my arse, he held himself perfectly still. He was holding both of my hands and looking down at my face as he went on. "You sure baby, for you feel fucking marvellous?"

As the lube did its job, the stretching pain had almost gone and looking up at Sam and smiling I was able to mutter.

"And you feel marvellous fucking Sam."

He smiled. "That's my bitch. You ready to be fucked now you horny tart."

"Yes, yes I am Sam, fuck me."

He moved my right hand and placed that right on my hard cock.

"You enjoy that as I enjoy this," Sam said slowly easing his cock down a little and then back in.

"Fuck," slipped out as again I had the tearing sensation on my sphincter.

"Sorry James, it will get better."

Then slowly and carefully he began to fuck me and he was right. The pain was still there, but it combined with the fantastic sensations as his cock stimulated both the sensitive inside of the sphincter and my prostate and was easily bearable.

Presumably seeing the look on my face changing from showing discomfort to pleasure, he smiled.

"Better now?"

"Yes, much," I grunted starting to masturbate myself as he began sliding up and down.

Taking hold of both of my ankles, he pulled my legs further apart and slid the other over his shoulder.

I was now getting a range of the most exquisite emotional and physical sensations from him. I began to enjoy it fully.

"You really are some fuck baby," Sam grunted as he increased the speed of his thrusts into me.

Since opening my legs further he seemed to be going deeper into me on each inward surge of his hips. This increased the sensations and the pleasure, presumably because the end of his cock was stimulating my prostate. Whatever it was he was certainly taking me nearer and nearer to a climax.

He pulled my legs from his shoulders and pushed them so that the back of my calf muscles were squashed against the back of thighs.

"Hold them apart for me," he muttered.

I did as he asked and watched with huge anticipation as he wrapped his hand round my cock.

"I am so fucking near," he groaned as he started to wank my cock.

The sensations and feelings now were unlike anything I had ever experienced. And that was not simply just the physical aspects of the situation either, for I was being blown away emotionally as well. This included; a degree of guilt, the pleasure of the total wantonness of my position, the adventure of the newness of being fucked, the satisfaction of 'giving' myself to Sam and the way that my submissive needs were being realised.

"Good Sam, good, cum and make me cum," I moaned as my arse seemed to be on fire and my balls prepared to deliver their load.

As they did that so the enormous physical sensations collided with my emotional explosions and Sam fell forward between my legs, wrapped his arms round me and kissed me, hard and deep.

"Oh God yes, yes, I'm cumming," he groaned into my mouth.

That was the final touch and it put me right over the top. My cock in his hand simply exploded and my spunk shot over both of our chests as Sam emptied himself into the condom.

*

My legs were aching from being open and folded up for so long so I was pleased when I could straighten them, although he stayed in me for a few moments. Having softened, Sam eased himself out of me and we lay side by side recovering from our mutual orgasm.

"Ok James?"

"Yes Sam, I feel fine, I enjoyed it," I said truthfully.

"No regrets?"

"No, no I enjoyed it, did you."

"Yes it, well you I mean, were fantastic. You really are a good fuck, James."

"Cheers, you say the nicest things," I replied smiling.

"Just the truth babe, just the truth."

We were quiet for a while until he said.

"Will you do it again?"

"In the right circumstances with the right person, yes of course."

"And I am that am I?"

"Yes you are."

"Are you happy being a bottom James."

"Yes, but I am curious about the other."

"What being a top and fucking someone?"

"Yes."

"Well that would make you like me."

"And what's that?"

"Well in the gay world they are called a versatile."

"Ok Sam so if I am a versatile, when can I fuck you?" I asked him just before I dozed off.