Carried Away

I found that idea quite laughable: it seemed ridiculously prim to insist on hiding your cocks inside jockstraps during rimming. I'd be the first to have reservations about exposing my genitals to someone, but it would be a suggestion of almost Victorian absurdity to suggest that two men could have sex together without exposing themselves to one another.

Our cocks would have to be bared -- that was essential, I realised. I didn't particularly find the idea of another man's cock attractive -- as far as men went, I definitely acknowledged myself to be an arse-guy -- but if I was to have sex with a guy, I wanted to see that he was aroused and enjoying what we were doing together. There was something appealing -- amusing, almost -- about climaxing with another man; shooting squirt after squirt of our semen over each other, the two of us ending up covered in the stuff.

In any case, it seemed I was a step or two ahead of this guy in terms of how far I wanted to pursue my interest in other men. Marter's blog assiduously avoided any reference to anal penetration other than with the tongue: I was now keen to push something significantly bigger up there. The jockstrap idea really was a non-starter.

"My own recommendation," I read on, "is to choose a partner with whom you are sufficiently well-acquainted for the two of you to recognise in one another your shared interest, but someone who is not within your most immediate circle of friends to avoid the risk of awkwardness afterwards. The physical attractiveness of your chosen companion is largely irrelevant because anilingual sex works on the level of the physical and the bodily, although that is not to say that matters of cleanliness and hygiene should not be factors which inform your decision."

I skimmed down the text and found Marter's suggestions about how to rim a guy for the first time.

"Have your companion bend over in front you and apply your face to his rear: your nose and mouth level with the lower part of his intergluteal cleft."

I figured that meant his butt-crack.

"Do not be alarmed by any abhorrence you feel towards what you are doing: be assured that anilingus is a perfectly natural activity for one man to perform on another. Any repugnance that you experience at this stage is a purely mental construct: the effect of years of negative social conditioning which has taught us that the backside of a person, especially someone of the same gender, is a 'disgusting' and 'offensive' area.

"Disregard such negative thoughts and press your face between your companion's buttocks. Take a moment to inhale his unique scent and, if you are able, extend your tongue towards his anus.

"You will probably find at this point that you will begin to feel sexually excited and that your penis will aggrandise considerably. This is a normal reaction to the act of anilingus: male anal glands secrete a pheromone called androstadienone which acts as a sexual stimulant, the effect of which is most potent when perceived by other men."

I wondered if that was true. It certainly sounded plausible.

"Most men," Marter continued, "find themselves so intensely aroused by anilingus with another male that they are compelled to lick their companion's rear with an almost uncontrolled excitement. I suggest that you partake fully in this activity before retiring to the bathroom or another private place to stimulate yourself to completion."

I had to laugh at this guy: this stuff was hilarious. Imagine being comfortable enough around another guy to sniff and lick his butt, and then have to excuse yourself to go and beat off in privacy. Maybe he felt that if you and your mate's cocks came out, that made the activity somehow more 'gay'; I don't know.

"However you feel after you have discharged your excitement," the blog went on, "be considerate towards your companion, and allow him to experience the same pleasure using your body as you did using his. Bend forwards as he kneels behind you, and allow him to tentatively --"

Jake's bedroom door abruptly swung open behind me and I clicked to close the webpage before he could see it.

"I'm going to get a Sprite," he called in to me. "D'you want anything?"

"You could top my wine up since you're going that way."

He nodded and grabbed my glass.

"I'm going to phone Dan," he said. "I'm having trouble with this assignment."

"Okay," I said. "Give me two minutes, though. I'm checking my e-mails."

He threw me an exasperated look.

"Come on, dad. You can be online and make a call at the same time. We've had broadband for like five years."

"Oh yeah," I said lamely. "I knew that really."

Sometimes Jake must think I've just arrived from the Palaeozoic.

He went off to fill up my glass and I got on with checking through my work e-mails. I didn't feel like reopening the 'anilingus' website as it wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.

After Jake had brought me up a fresh drink and was on the phone to his friend downstairs, I took a look at a few photo galleries showing anal sex between men. Purely for research purposes, you understand.

Receiving another man anally certainly looked like an activity which I might grow to enjoy, though undoubtedly it would take some practice and I would probably need time to become familiar with how it felt. In the photos, the men who were being penetrated were almost always erect and in some cases would intriguingly reach orgasm just by having their arses stimulated by the back and forth pumping of another man's organ.

I scanned through quite a few websites, enjoying looking at men of all ages, shapes and sizes having sex together. I was impressed by the sheer variety of possible techniques and positions, as well as the way in which widely different combinations of men were apparently drawn to have sex together.

Here were two young men, almost Jake's age -- young, attractive and largely hairless -- smiling together as they enjoyed face-to-face anal sex on a bed. The guy doing the fucking revealed a lovely pink arsehole when he was photographed from behind, and I started to grow hard at the thought of licking his tightly puckered ring as his long, thin cock pumped away at his eager friend's butt.

I moved on to two older men fucking in an alleyway -- one behind the other with their trousers around their ankles. They were hairy and muscular and, from the snarling urgency of their faces, their sex seemed to be borne more from mutual desperation than the more passionate lovemaking of the younger guys. The man being fucked had a rock-hard erection -- large and thick, like mine -- with a fat pair of bollocks hanging between his legs. Apart from how hairy he was, he could be me, standing there having my arse shafted by another man's cock while I bent forwards with my hands on my knees. The next picture showed him gripping his cock and ejaculating as the man behind him grabbed him tightly by the hips and winced in pleasure as his own orgasm was discharged into his bowels.

I found two muscle studs in their early twenties, doing it doggy-style on the floor next to a Jacuzzi. I rubbed myself through my trousers when I realised they were taking turns on each other: the fucked becoming the fucker, each guy's arsehole gaping open from being pumped by his friend as his own cock got to work between the firm, round cheeks in front of him.

And then there were the off-beat combinations: two newly-married men, consummating their bond still elegantly dressed, a cock poking through one guy's fly and the seat of the other guy's formal trousers yanked down. Or even more interesting than that, a younger guy pleasuring himself inside the dimpled, sagging arse of a grey-haired older guy. A cutesy student-type, clean-cut and a bit nerdish, roughly pounding his impressively large cock in and out of a very eager skinhead's hairy buttocks.

So many possibilities; each one seeming more captivating than the last.

I found a movie showing two sailors together having sex in what looked like an engine room. One was lying flat with his back supported by a large, metal pipe, while the other was between his open legs, thrusting himself in and out of his well-worked hole. The setting was hackneyed and the men clearly cosmetically well-muscled, but what caught my attention was when the guy doing the fucking leaned forward between the legs he was holding onto and planted an energetic kiss on the mouth of his partner.

The camera zoomed in on their faces showing their lips working against each other, both men striving to dominate, as their bodies pounded back and forth. Ordinarily, I would have clicked to close the movie and switched over to something else, but after what Cameron had said about kissing helping to establish intimacy between men, I decided to watch them for a few moments.

There was something unaccountably interesting about seeing two men kissing, I had to concede. The way these guys were doing it didn't seem 'gay' in the slightest: they were using their mouths quite aggressively on one another, their tongues fighting together as each man struggled to penetrate the other's mouth. Spit was spattering across their faces as their lips vied for control, and when they did momentarily pull back from one another, their teeth flashed in a snarl before they plunged back in for more.

I realised I would never dream of kissing a woman like this; would never in a million years expect her to try and kiss me in this way. And that made it all the more fascinating.

Their kissing was not just 'intimate', as Cameron had said; it was vigorously strenuous and fuelled by their pure, greedy passion for one another. These guys were revelling in their same-sex union, ravenous to enjoy their combined celebration of male sexuality, and using their mouths against each other as they fucked served only to heighten their excitement for their own kind.

The guy who was being fucked, for all he had assumed a submissive role to receive his partner's pounding cock, was easily the more dominant of the pair with his mouth. He grabbed his friend's head and held it steady above him with both hands as he ate at his mouth with his spit-soaked lips. His tongue all but mirrored the other man's cock: driving deep into the face above with strong, forceful thrusts.

Hearing Jake in conversation on the phone downstairs, I undid my trousers and released my own oversized cock from my sweaty boxer shorts. It felt good to give it some air in its inflamed state and it slowly hardened and lengthened, arching upwards from the front of my trousers, as if grateful for its freedom. I pulled my foreskin right back to expose the taut, purple helmet of my glans, sniffing appreciatively at the sharp, androcentric scent of my own sex which wafted up from it.

God, it felt so good to free myself from my trousers. I'd had so many erections that evening in the pub hearing about Cameron's experiences, it felt like I'd been repeatedly strangling my organ with the hemlines of my underwear.

In the movie, the camera switched positions to show a close-up of their homosexual version of face-to-face intercourse. The top guy's cock ploughed wildly in and out into the gaping pink hole between splayed legs, while the bottom guy's cock throbbed impatiently against its owner's stomach and oozed a puddle of sticky precum onto his abs.

My cock thickened further as it seemed to peruse the screen in front of it, peering with its slit-eye at the images of what one of its brothers was getting up to between another man's legs; a pleasure which it soon might be enjoying for itself. I smiled down at it, wondering if it would throb so eagerly when another of its brothers was doing the same thing between my legs.

I rather thought it would.

I pulled my balls out from my underwear and let them hang down, cooling themselves, over the front of my trousers. They felt like they'd been overcooked as they'd slowly swelled to the size of apricots with the constant trickle of my collecting semen. Now, free from the cramped, muggy heat between my legs, I let them swing low, heavy and hairy and enjoying the fresh air of the room.

Now that my genitals were released, I opened my legs wider to allow them to breathe as I watched the men enjoying their anal intimacy together on screen. Once Jake was finished on the phone, and was clattering up the stairs in his usual inelegant way, I'd have plenty of time to stash myself away and zip up my fly.

On the screen, the cock was hammering in and out of the guy's arse with a fast, mechanical rhythm. The man doing the fucking grabbed his partner by the shoulders and pulled him more deeply onto his organ as he pounded his hips back and forth.

My hand squeezed my own cock, enjoying its warm thickness in my palm, and made small, gently tweaking movements on its hard stem as I watched them.

The guy lying down grinned up at his partner -- which I liked -- and then grabbed his own cock and flaunted it to his friend as if to show off how aroused he was by the feel of his rectum being so forcefully ravaged. The guy doing the fucking looked down at it and laughed: an amused and affectionate laugh which seemed to say, "I told you you'd get off on it, you dirty fuck! I knew you'd love taking it up your arse!"

He grabbed the guy's cock and wanked it roughly with the same rapid speed that his hips were bucking back and forth. The guy looked up at him and laughed back. His lips mouthed, "Fuckin' yeah!"

I began masturbating myself more quickly, making longer strokes up and down my shaft so that my foreskin eased back and forth across the shiny, engorged head. I listened out for Jake -- yes, he was still on the phone downstairs -- and wondered if I could sneak a quick climax into my hanky in the time it would take him to come back up to his room. If I could catch my semen as soon as I started ejaculating, I might be able to conceal its strong smell from Jake; a civility which he had evidently been unable to extend to me earlier in the evening.

The camera focussed in on their fucking again, showing one guy's cock working the anus while the other guy's cock was worked by the hand.

Imagine if that was my virgin arse which another man was thrusting in and out of, I thought, and my much thicker and larger cock which he was roughly wanking as he did so. My organ swelled in anticipation of the idea now that I knew such a prospect was a reality, once Cameron had arranged it. As I masturbated myself, taken with the idea that it was me being fucked on the screen of the computer, I watched as a dribble of clear lubricant oozed from the slit on the head of my cock and was quickly dispersed across the shiny helmet by the sweeping back and forth of my foreskin.

I paused to take a long sniff of my erection, further exciting myself with the sharp, acetic waft from its sweaty shaft, and the fuller, more complex odour from the sweaty pubic hair at its base and on my large, ripe balls.

I yanked my trousers and shorts down around the tops of my thighs and thrust my free hand between my legs, intent on fingering myself as I masturbated to aid my imagination in applying the action on screen to myself. Quickly finding my hot, slimy hole through the coarse tangle of hair in my arse-crack, I pushed the tip of my middle finger in through my constricted ring and found, to my surprise, that the passage inside was moist enough for me finger myself without the need for spit.

I really had been getting sweaty down there sitting in the pub with Cameron!

A few strokes of my finger in and out brought a familiar whiff up to my nose from between my legs and I realised it wasn't just sweat that was making my arse slippery enough to lubricate my finger. The rich, pungent smell from my gently fingered hole had its usual effect on me and I started wanking myself more quickly, squatting down to open my arse up further so that I could finger myself more deeply.

On the computer monitor, the men pulled away from one another and the guy who had been fucked turned around, opened his legs as wide as they would go and bent over the large pipe. The other guy positioned himself behind him, grabbed him by the chest and worked his long, slick erection in between his buttocks. After a few tentative thrusts during which the guy bending over grinned up at his companion and gave him the thumbs-up, their fucking restarted in earnest. The men worked with each other's rhythms, arse pushing back against thwacking hips, as they pleasured themselves in the most decadently homosexual of all the positions they could have chosen.

I so desperately wanted to be the man being penetrated, revelling in bending over to expose my arse so crudely, and delighting in having another man behind me, slamming himself in and out of my gaping hole with such wanton abandon.

I slipped a second finger into myself and, on finding my pleasure intensified, managed a third. My arse took up a wet slurping sound as I pounded it with my three fingers together and I squatted lower and opened my legs wider to try and simulate as much as I could the extent to which another man's cock would fuck me.

The crude, deliciously anal, smell was growing stronger with the increasing assault on my arse and I inhaled it in deep gasps as my hand fired up to full speed sweeping up and down the length of my straining erection. My balls, heavy and plump, were dancing between my legs, making alternating slapping sounds against my thighs and my hand with the rhythm of my masturbation.

I saw myself as the man bending over the pipe, looking up at my companion as he buggered me from behind. I imagined the two of us grinning at each other; implicitly acknowledging how much we were both enjoying the crude, unrefined aroma of male sex. My hand sped up faster between my legs, the rough thrusting of my fingers in and out of my slippery passage giving me the merest taste of the sensation I so strongly craved. The smell of our sex would grow stronger the longer he fucked me; the smell of my arse yielding to another man's cock; the smell of me being roughly sodomised.

Without warning, white jets of semen erupted from my cock, the first thick splash of it hitting my chin, while my other hand was still deep inside my arse, three fingers sloppily slurping in and out of my spasming hole.

At that moment, a voice behind me said, "Dad... oh... Jesus!"

Before I could turn around -- before I could even think of some implausible way of trying to explain -- Jake ended the call he was partway through: "Dan... I gotta go. Something just... er... came up..."

He hung up the phone as glutinous gobs of my seed continued to spurt from my organ, soaking the front of my shirt. To add to my confusion and intense embarrassment, I was unable to stop pounding at my length. As Jake gaped at me and I peered back at him in shock, my fist continued to sweep up and down my cum-erupting cock, intent on prolonging my climax in blissful oblivion to the predicament its owner had suddenly found himself him.

"For God's sake dad!"

I stared over at him, horrified; half-squatting in front of him with one hand involuntarily pounding at my climaxing shaft, making my balls thump up and down as Jake looked on, and the other still between my legs with my fingers deep up my clenching arse. Could this get any worse?

As my orgasm waned, I managed to reassert control over my forearm and overcame the urge to continue masturbating in front of my son. Instead, I used it to try and catch some of the semen I was still squirting, keeping the other well out of sight.

Jake threw me a forced grin, I suppose to try and reassure me that we're both guys and we all get caught out at some time, and said, flatly, "I'll get you some tissues."

He disappeared momentarily and I pulled my fingers out of my backside with an abrupt fart which I hoped Jake hadn't heard. I tried to catch as much of the flow from my cock as I could by cupping the head with both hands. I didn't want to reach into my pocket with either of my dirty hands, one of which bore the crude evidence of what I'd been doing between my legs, as I'd hoped to get a couple more days wear from these trousers.