Mankini Bearcub Ch. 01

But when I saw how sweet he looked -- how cute he was but not in a girlie or effeminate way -- I knew I'd stay for the course. I'd have sex with him, as long as he himself was up for it, and if he wanted to we could maybe keep meeting up afterwards.

The day came round soon enough and I pulled into the layby I'd already had figured out and called in work to say I was sick. I'm not totally stupid, you see: I can plan things out far better than Paula would ever give me credit for.

I got to the Travel Lodge first and checked into the room, letting the snooty receptionist know that my "associate, Mr Stewart," would be along shortly. Once I'd let myself in and taken a quick look around I just sat there on the bed waiting for him to show up. I kept wondering if he'd stood me up and whether maybe I should drive home because this had all been some awful mistake; wondering if the bed I was sitting on really was the bed I'd end up canoodling with another guy on.

But Todd appeared soon enough and once he did things flowed pretty well. We got on like we were old mates or something; we could easily make each other laugh and found hearing what we both had to say genuinely interesting.

I'd expected things to be awkward between us, but it wasn't like that at all. The conversation seemed to flow naturally between us and I think we were both relieved that we were able to hit it off without really trying.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked him following a lull in our chit-chat.

"No," he smiled, sitting on the bed next to me. "To be honest, Bazza, I'm pretty much a virgin."

"But all that stuff you wrote on the bearcubs site... about what you wanted to do me...? It was pretty graphic... I figured you must have been around a bit..."

"It was all just fantasy, mate. I've never properly been with anyone -- male or female."

He smiled again -- a sad sort of smile -- and I tried to smile back but I don't think it really worked.

He asked, "So what about you... have you done stuff like this before?"

"No," I admitted. "This is new for me too."

He got off the bed and for a second I thought he was going to say he was leaving.

But instead he said, "Maybe we should get undressed, Bazza...? Snuggle up together... see what works for us...?"

For a virgin, Todd seemed to intuitively know what to do. Throughout all the sex we had together, he always seemed to instinctively know what would work best in any given situation.

I wish I was like that!

We took our clothes off but before we could get under the duvet, Todd came around to my side of the bed and pressed his cock up against mine.

"Your dick is so beautiful," he said, working our two knobs together.

"Yours is bigger," I grinned. It was: anyone who says fat blokes always have small cocks is lying. Todd, for all he was fatter than me, had a prick at least three times the size of mine.

"Size isn't related to beauty," he argued. "Yours is really lovely just as is it is, Bazza."

"My wife says it's like her little finger. Or more recently she's started saying it's like our youngest kid's little finger."

He didn't smile. Instead he said, "Does your wife call you Bazza?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"In that case, can I call you Barry?"

I chuckled. "Only my mum calls me Barry."

"But can I call you Barry?"

"Yeah, if you want to." I couldn't see what the big deal was.

"Okay, Barry. Barry it is."

He smiled more broadly at me and I couldn't help but laugh. "Why's my name so important?"

"It's just... well... I don't want anything in common with your wife."

"Okay," I nodded. "I'm happy with that."

Todd reached out and fondled my cock and my bollocks and I did the same to his with us smirking naughtily at each other. I was surprised by how it felt to be touching another man in such a private place: it didn't feel 'wrong' or 'dirty' or 'gay' even. It just felt nice and kind of sexy for him to be letting me do something so intimate to him.

I could feel him getting hard and that felt even better. It made my dick start to grow too and Todd laughed at the way it was reacting to his hand.

"Sorry, Barry. I'm not laughing at your cock," he said.

"I don't mind if you are. My wife does it all the time."

"Can we have an agreement, from now on? Not to mention her?"

I shrugged. "Okay."

"I was just laughing," Todd explained, "because it feels so strange to have you getting a hard-on in my hand. And because from the stuff I've read on the internet, I think you're a grower!"

"A grower?" I asked. All I could think of was my dad and all the plants he had in his greenhouse when I was a kid.

"Yeah, your cock is small when it's limp but it grows much bigger when you get aroused."

"Don't they all do that?" I asked.

"Not to the same extent," he explained. "Yours is like... wow! It's already bigger than mine and mine's standing up!"

I laughed back at him, enjoying how nice his cock looked poking upwards from his bollocks, but pleased that he also clearly liked the look of mine as it was growing to full size.

"Should we get in the bed and have a cuddle?" I asked him. I was getting turned on by the idea of us poking our knobs into each other.

"Can we do something else first?" he asked. "Something I've always wanted to do but... well... I've never had the chance up until now?"

"Okay," I shrugged. "Whatever you want to, mate."

"Can I fuck you, Barry?" he asked outright. "Properly, I mean... up your arse...?"

"Okay," I laughed. "But I thought that... you know... we could sort of work up to the heavy stuff..."

"I thought that too... but I really want to do you Barry... I really need it, to be totally honest!"

I got on the bed while Todd went over to his coat to fish some stuff out from one of the pockets. From behind he looked pretty amazing, I have to say: his arse was massive, even bigger than mine, and the crack was sprouting a forest of hair making me wonder how it would feel to push my own dick between his lovely, flabby cheeks.

"You've thought a lot about what it'd be like to bum another fella, then, have you?" I asked.

"Of course I have," he grinned over at me and passed me a little tube of something which he'd brought with him. It read: 'KY Jelly'. This was the stuff James had mentioned. I was pleased that I didn't have to make a tit of myself by asking him what I supposed to do with it.

He kept talking, opening a box of johnnies, "Pretty much ever since the first time I wanked I've fantasised about getting my dick up some fella's arse! What it would feel like... how great it would be to have a guy bending over in front of me..."

"You've never thought about shaggin' some bird's pussy, then?" I asked, squirting some of the jelly on my finger and working it up my butt-hole. "That's what I used to think of when I first --"

"No, that sort of stuff has never done if for me," he cut in, ripping one of the little square sachets open. "It's always been screwing blokes' arses that I've wanked off thinking about... even when I was a kid..."

"So that's why you think you might be gay," I suggested.

"It's just one of many subtle clues," he grinned.

As he started unfurling the rubber down his curving hard-on, I was suddenly reminded of a comment that Paula had made a few years earlier. I didn't say anything to Todd about it of course: mentions of my wife were now strictly off-limits.

She'd had a friend around and the three of us were watching some crap on the telly; maybe a soap or something. A couple of gays were getting it on together and the friend had made some sarkie dig about me having urges on that score. Before I could answer, Paula had brayed with laughter and said, "If some bloke wants to poke away at Bazza's skiddy arse, he can be my fuckin' guest. There's no way I'd touch the shitty thing with a six foot pole!"

So here we were. A bloke did want to poke away at idiot Bazza's arse and it turned out that Bazza was well up for it!

I got on all fours and stuck my bum out like I had in the bathroom in front of the mirror. I was about to be fucked up it by a guy I hardly knew and yet I wasn't scared at all by the prospect. This was something that felt right in a funny sort of way and I was absolutely determined that I was going to go through with it.

"Have you always fantasised about women, then Barry?" Todd asked as he got on the bed behind me, put his hands on my hips and lined his dick up behind my big dimply buttocks.

"Yeah. Until I read all those sexy comments that fellas had written about my mankini video," I told him over my shoulder. "That was what made me wonder what it'd be like to do stuff with another bloke."

"And you're liking it now that you're with another bloke?" he asked, as he pressed the head of his cock into my hairy butt crack.

"Yeah," I smiled. "It's actually better than I would have thought. Loads better to be honest!"

"So maybe you've got a gay side too," Todd suggested.

As his manhood started to push through my arse-ring, I was going to say no I definitely hadn't, but that seemed stupid given that I was bending over to take another fella's hard-on up my bum, so instead I agreed that maybe I had.

"Maybe it just took me this long to realise it, Todd," I admitted as my rectum struggled to accommodate how massive his organ felt.

"Maybe you just had to wait until you met the right guy," he chuckled as it seemed like a tree trunk was sliding steadily up into my bowels.

"I don't think I'm properly gay though," I told him as I winced at how big his cock felt. It hadn't looked even half the size it now seemed when he'd been rolling the johnnie down it!

"Properly gay?" he asked.

"What I mean is, I still love Paula -- sorry for havin' to mention her but I do think the world of her -- and I've got three kids so I must be mostly straight."

Once he'd worked the whole six inches or so of his knob inside me, he paused with his bollocks pushing into the backs of my thighs.

He called down to the back of my head, "Does that feel okay for you, Barry? Having my dick all the way up your bum?"

"It feels better now it's in," I chuckled and looked across at our reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe doors.

We made a hell of a sight: one hairy fat bloke getting bummed by another!

Todd looked over too and we smirked at each other. He started fucking me slowly -- his cock gently working in and out of my splayed round arse and we grinned more broadly.

"We make a pretty picture," I laughed, finding it enjoyable to watch my big butt getting shafted by another fella's stalk.

"We look well hot!" he agreed with his face starting to redden.

"Is this what you were dreamin' about all those years wankin' yersel' off?" I asked him.

"Fuck yeah!" he gasped with his rhythm starting to quicken. "So many thousands of times... this is the image that's been in my mind!"

I chuckled at the idea: it seemed so strange to me. I'd always considered shagging up the bum as an absolute last resort; something to be endured if Paula wouldn't let me do her round the front because it was the wrong time of her month or whatever. The thought that Todd had spent years and years fantasising about getting his knob up a big hairy arse like mine was really funny in a way.

He grabbed me firmly by the hips and started thrusting more roughly in and out of me. His hips were making loud slapping noises against my bum-cheeks; like my arse was getting spanked by one of those high-class prostitutes.

"Is it as good as you hoped it would be?" I asked him as he banged away behind me.

"Way better!" he grunted, his forehead now pouring with sweat. "I'm not gonna last long, mate... I've needed this way too long!"

He looked pretty cute, I have to say: gasping and panting as he lost his virginity to my arse. I was feeling turned-on too -- my cock was really throbbing -- but after all the years Paula had barred me from whacking off during sex, it wouldn't have felt right for me to give myself a grope while Todd bonked away with his knees between mine. Stupid, I know; but that's just me.

"Can I do you when you've finished?" I asked him while I stared at the headboard. "I wanna know what it feels like!"

"Course you can!" Todd muttered from behind. "You'll fuckin' love it!"

He moved his hands up to grab me by the shoulders and held me steady as he started roughly and quickly pounding in and out of me.

I looked back at the mirror and laughed at his reflection: heaving and grunting and with his forehead really pouring with sweat. He stared back at me, his expression totally serious at first, but then broke into a grin when he realised I wasn't making fun of him.

I just found it dead funny that he enjoyed bum sex so much. All the times that Paula had made me use the back door I'd done it more through desperation than because of wanting it, but here was Todd huffing and puffing away like he was having the time of his life!

"Enjoy yourself!" I told him still smirking at his reaction.

"I fucking am mate!" he gasped, in spite of the stink my arse was kicking out. "Jesus this feels so good! I've wanted to stoke a fella's arse for so fucking long!"

"Well stoke away mate!" I chuckled. "It's all yours!"

I kept getting the urge to wank myself off while he was bashing his hips against me but that stupid rule in my brain wouldn't let me.

Todd pulled my upper body up so that my back was pressing against his big wobbly gut and then repositioned his legs so that his knees were around my hips.

"Squat down like I am, Barry!" he urged me. "I wanna feel our nuts slapping together!"

I told you that for a newbie Todd knew exactly what to do. He must have watched so much gay porn over the years that he knew all the best positions.

The first time I'd done stuff with Paula, on the other hand, had been an absolute disaster. I hadn't a clue what I was doing and ended up spunking up all over her blouse.

We squatted like that -- Todd's flabby gut grinding against my hairy back -- and he wrapped his arms around me while he fucked me as hard and fast as he could. He was right that it felt really good with our knackers smacking against each other, and I have to admit that kneeling upright together was a really sexy position. It felt so different and exciting to feel his frantic cock ramming in and out of my behind while his hot breath was panting against my neck and his sweaty hairy chest was rubbing between my shoulders.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced with Paula -- but then, that's pretty obvious, I suppose!

Muttering something about wanting me to enjoy it too, Todd reached down and found my flag pole at full mast and started jerking it off quickly and roughly as he worked his hips tirelessly against mine.

"That feels nice," I grunted back appreciatively. Paula would never go to the effort of giving me a handjob these days; even back when we'd first hooked up they'd been something of a rarity.

"Reach underneath me, Barry!" Todd gasped as he rapidly beat my knob off. "Finger my arse while I fuck you, mate!"

"I've never fingered an arse," I told him hesitantly. "Only a fanny!"

I mean, I didn't want to fuck it all up at such a crucial stage.

"Do your best!" he panted. "Just stick your middle finger up my butt!"

I did as he was asking and pushed my hand between his thick slippery thighs. There was a hot wet forest just behind his swinging bollocks and I plunged my fingers into it to find his swollen sticky hole.

As soon as my finger was pressing into it -- and it seemed so much less complicated than the palaver I had to go through with Paula -- he started crying out in short gasping breaths: "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes!"

Jesus, did my orgasms make me sound like such a total bozo?!

It'd be cute for me to say that the two of us spunked off together that very first time. It'd be kind of romantic, almost. But I held off: I've told you how long it can take me to recover after I've shot my nut and remember I had to be heading back home in just an hour or so.

So I let him do his thing behind me and stopped myself from shooting even though I was loving the way his hand was whacking away at my dick.

When he'd finished the two of us lay down together on the bed and, while he got his breath back, I put my arms around him and snuggled into him in a way that would make Paula go ape. She's never been one for close contact, especially in bed.

"Thanks for that, Barry," he said when he'd recovered. "I can say straight up, mate, that's the best sex I've ever had with another guy!"

I chuckled and just cuddled into his pudgy chest. I was getting the odd whiff of his sweaty armpit and the smell of it was surprisingly pleasant.

"You can have your turn soon," he added. "Just because I've cum, don't think I won't be up for it!"

"You're a horny bugger aren't you?" I laughed.

"I'm a bloke like you, mate, so I'm probably just as horny as you are."

"I dunno about that," I muttered glumly. "I'm usually pretty useless for ages after I've cum."

"Maybe that's just the rut you've got into," he suggested. "Now that you're doing stuff that's new and different for you, maybe you'll feel horny again a lot more quickly."

I nodded: he had a point on that score. The night I'd first wanked off to all the comments on the mankini video, I'd been at it again in the bathroom just a few hours later.

Todd put his arm around me, making the smell from his armpit stronger and more interesting in a sexy sort of way, and I wondered why I was liking being with him so much. It definitely wasn't a romantic thing -- I didn't want things to get all heavy with him so it couldn't be anything like that -- but something was making lying here in the stark nuddies with another bloke feel so nice and so strangely right.

I figured it must just be that Todd had made me feel special by all the comments he'd written about my video. Here was someone who actually finds me attractive, and it's important for a guy to know that's he's attractive every once in a while.

That must be why it was so good to be with him like this. It was a confidence thing -- my mother had always told me I was lacking in it -- and having Todd let me know that my stupid titchy dick and my big flabby behind were arousing to him was something that I must have really needed to hear.

I pressed into him and, without really thinking about, leaned in to kiss his nipple.

He giggled and then announced, "I'm so glad we met up, Barry. I've got to admit I nearly bottled it when I pulled into the car park and -- I wasn't gonna tell you -- but I came close to driving straight back out again."

I smiled against the hairy skin of his chest. I was really pleased he hadn't: if he had let me down, I don't think I'd have wanted to go through with all this again. I'd have probably ended up getting so pissed off that I'd have deleted my 'mankini_bearcub' account and I would never have known how great it could feel to get together like this with another fella.

And that would have been a real shame because I could now see that this was something I wanted a lot more of.