The Halfway Inn pt. 02

"You might quite like the feel of it," I suggested, pressing my face against the back of his neck. "I do."

"I don't know if you'll be able to get it in, though. You've got a really big dick."

I smiled. "You'll have to relax your bum completely. Like you do when you take a crap."

I hadn't expected him to try and comply with my instruction so instanteously, but I suddenly felt his anal ring dilate against my cock head and then abruptly he let out an involuntary fart.

"Oh fuck! Sorry, Rob!" he exclaimed, laughing. "I think I relaxed a bit too much!"

"It's not a problem," I said, although I felt quite disgusted. "These things happen, Pete."

His arsehole opened up enough for me to ease the top of my cock head into him.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Quite nice, actually," he said with some surprise. His cock throbbed in my hand, seemingly enjoying the sensation of its friend round the back being slowly penetrated.

"Maybe you should have let your mates peg you round the back of the school kitchens," I suggested.

"Maybe I should have!" he laughed. "I would never have guessed I'd like the feel of it!"

"If you had, your arse would be like mine. Big and pink from all the cocks you'd taken."

He laughed more loudly. "That'd be well cool!"

"Really? Why?"

"It'd look like a big hairy pussy, just like yours does. I could look at it in the mirror when I wank off– it'd be as good as porn."

I laughed at the idea and worked my cock a bit further up into his backside.

He gasped, "Oh Jesus!" and I squeezed his cock gently, wanking it a little, for fear of it starting to soften.

Then he chuckled again. "I'd love to see how this looks from 'round the back!"

"Why's that then?" I muttered between his shoulder blades, slowly easing in a bit further and feeling the ring of his anus straining to accommodate me.

"Just think of it!" he tittered. "There'd be your big fat donger, halfway up my arse, with your nuts hanging down underneath it. Then there'd be your massive gash right behind those, all pink and wet, looking desperate to get fucked even though you're the one doing the fucking!"

I chuckled into the back of his neck and he went on, "Talk about being weird and hot at the same time!"

I liked his description – that I was equipped with both an active penis and a willing vagina – and it occurred to me again that, at least on matters of sex, Pete had an especially lively imagination.

Suddenly he grunted and winced and called out, "Oh Jesus fuck!" so I took my hand off his cock and pulled away from him.

"If it's hurting too much," I said, "there's something I can do to make your bum more slippery."

He looked back at me again over his shoulder. From this angle he looked even more stupid. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Stand up, still facing away from me."

He did as I told him to and stood up on the bed. He was so tall that he had to squat a little to avoid his head banging on the ceiling.

I shuffled up behind him again, my face level with his squat, round buttocks. I loved being in this position – kneeling behind another man with my face level with his bum – on the brink of enjoying a level of intimacy with him that I have never experienced with a woman. There was something about the juxtaposition between by face and another man's bare behind – be it the curve of his arse-cheeks next to my mouth or having my nose so close to the smooth, deep cleft – which made me shudder with anticipation every time.

Nevertheless, in spite of my excitement, I thought I ought to make something clear.

"Whatever you do, don't fart again, Pete," I requested.

He chuckled. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Just keep... er... better control of your faculties."

As Pete threw me a quizzical glance over his shoulder, I peered at the spot, about two thirds down the deep crack between his cheeks, where his two pert, muscular buttocks met and where I was going to apply my mouth. This was either going to be an especially exciting rim-job, or was otherwise going to be grim. I instinctively knew there was going to be no middle ground with Pete. I was going to either love tonguing his backside or be appalled by it.

I glanced up at him still looking curiously at me and threw him a small smirk. It was time to find out.

I pushed my face forwards, nuzzling my nose and mouth between his cheeks and was immediately relieved that the odour I had suspected I might find was, in fact, barely recognisable. Instead, his backside had a lovely, deep earthy scent: powerful and stimulating while delivering a distinctly masculine punch. It had the allure and luxuriance of rich, dark chocolate while retaining the carnal and deeply sensual flavour of his own unique pheromones.

I pushed my tongue against his hole and lapped at it greedily, enjoying the way it gaped open from the fingering it had just received.

"Fucking hell, mate!" he called out. "I can't believe you're doing that! No-one's ever licked my arse before!"

I pulled back from him and called up, "I think it's very much something that two men do together, Pete. All the times I've had sex with women, I've never done this."

He laughed down at me. "I lick my girlfriend out all the time, but I never even knew you could lick a bloke out!"

"I don't think it's that common. But it's something I rather like to do."

That had to be the understatement of the evening.

"I better warn you, mate – I can't lick your arse in return," Pete informed me. "I love licking minges, but... well... a bloke's hairy shitter's a bit different, isn't it?"

I smiled up at him. "That's okay. I wasn't expecting you to. In any case, mine doesn't need any help in being prepared, does it?"

He grinned back at me. "No, mate, yours is fucking well and truly ready!"

I pushed my face back between Pete's buttocks and licked into his brash, juicy tunnel. He bent over and squatted his bum towards me to give me better access and I felt his body start to shake as he took up a fast masturbatory rhythm on his cock. His balls started whacking against the underside of my chin and I heard him gasping between laughing at how novel this position was for him.

"I wish my girlfriend would do this to me!" he muttered. "It feels really sexy!"

Encouraged by how much he enjoyed having another man tonguing his anus, I pushed my tongue deeper up into his bowels. He grunted his enjoyment and I rolled my tongue into a tube so I could work it in and out of him, marvelling at how much he was getting into being tongue-fucked.

He was wanking himself good and fast, chuckling and gasping for breath, as I relished the strengthening bitterness of his innards and plunged deeper into his hot, dank tunnel. I hoped he was soon going to enjoy having something considerably bigger pushed even more deeply up inside him.

He grabbed my head with his free hand and ground my face up and down his arse cleft. I loved the sensation of that: of being used like a piece of toilet roll and rubbed up and down his rough and hairy butt crack.

"Shove your face right in, Rob!" he called out to me. "Get a good sniff of my arse crack!"

I pushed as deep as I could between his buttocks as he worked my face up and down inside his splayed-open cleft, panting at the strength of his anal scent and slobbering my tongue around his richly pungent hole.

Then, to my surprise, he pulled away from me and turned around on the bed. His erection curved upwards, wavering, in front of my face. The head of it was wet and dark purple, its long slit splitting it down the middle and making it look from this angle as if it had two distinct tips.

I had a sudden recollection, unearthed from some long-forgotten David Attenborough series, that kangaroos had forked penises which did not look entirely dissimilar.

"That was fucking awesome, mate!" he called down to me. "But I really want to find out what your bum feels like!"

At the mention of getting a fuck, his cock throbbed upwards so that I could see that its swollen shaft had red rings around it from the tightness of his fingers as he'd wanked himself. His hairy balls hung down in front of his thighs, his load no doubt amassing in the paired mounds inside his scrotum, preparing for release.

I grinned up at him.

"I mean my hand feels nice, Rob," he went on, grabbing his dick and jerking it a couple of times as if I could be in any doubt as to his meaning, "but I bet your big, pink arsehole will feel a lot better."

I grinned more broadly. "Only if I get to take my turn on yours..."

He chuckled. "'Course you can! It'll be a tight fit, mind!"

I nodded, pleased that he was so willing to reciprocate. This was going far, far better than I'd dared to hope, and the best part was that we were both largely sober and could more fully enjoy what we were doing together.

He got off the bed and went over to his rucksack. He bent down to find a condom he must have had stashed away and I took another look at his tightly clenched hole, wet from where I'd rimmed him.

This was going to be amazing! I knew he was going to love fucking me – and I'd enjoy receiving him – and then I was going to relish having him bend over for me in return. I'd take him slowly at first, enjoying feeling his cock stiffen again after it had spent itself inside me, and then work up my pace until I was hammering in and out of him like a buck rabbit, grabbing both his shoulders as firmly as I could and feeling our balls whacking together underneath us.

Male-on-male sex could be so satisfying and with Pete's hot, tight chute clamping around my cock as I slammed back and forth against his big, meaty buttocks, it was going to be fantastic.

He stood back up and gawped at me vacuously as he tore open the condom and unfurled it down his cock.

"What if Mike and Anthony hear what we're doing?" he asked, referring to our two colleagues in the next room from ours.

I shrugged. I didn't really care. What was the worst they could do? Give us a few odd glances in the morning? Make a few snide comments?

I'd just smirk at them if they did. By then, I'd have had my butt fucked by a guy nearly twenty years younger than me and got to shoot my load up his cute, virgin arse in return. How's that for a successful business trip?

"It's what guys do, Pete," I suggested. "Even if they're not at it themselves, it probably won't surprise them that we are. It's just how it sometimes works when two blokes share."

"Is that right?" he asked gullibly.

"Of course it is!" I said casually, like it really was. "You know how it works in prisons and army barracks. This is what happens when men bunk up together and feel horny."

"Really? They use each other's arses?" he asked, with his condom-sheathed cock rising upwards in front of him.

"Of course they do," I smiled. "Why just make do with a wank when you've both got holes of the right size you can take turns on?"

He threw the condom wrapper into the bin and nodded believingly.

I turned around and stuck my hairy buttocks out towards him.

"I suppose it's obvious, when you say it like that, mate," he muttered, getting onto the bed behind me. "But I just didn't know. I've shared with other blokes loads of times and the only times things got a bit... well... friendly, I suppose, were those couple of times I told you about. And that was all pretty... you know... low-key. Nothing like this ever happened."

"Did you and the other guys flash your arses at each other 'til you both got hard?"

"No," he said, grabbing my by the hips and shuffling up behind me until I could feel the rubber-clad tip of his organ nuzzling between the cheeks of my bum. For a first-timer, he was impressively accurate in estimating how far down my arse-crack would serve as the best point for entry.

"Well, there you go, then," I ventured. "There has to be a few... you know... preliminaries. It doesn't just happen on its own."

He nodded and I felt his breath against my shoulder blades as his cock was eased through my bum-cheeks and the teat of the condom pressed gently against my splayed hole.

"I'll keep that in mind in future, then," he said. "I'm always up for a fuck, me!"

I smiled, anticipating awkward situations he'd get himself into during future room shares, and bent further forwards on the bed so that I was better positioned to receive him. This was the part I liked best: having another man push his cock against my ring so firmly that it yielded to him and feeling him slide upwards past my rectum and into my bowels.

"I mean, usually I prefer shagging birds," he went on, easing his cock head into my voluminous entrance, "but this is the next best thing, I suppose."

"Next best thing?" I thought. If it's done the right way it can be infinitely better than that! We were about to overcome the constraints of our biology and enjoy sexual intercourse together as two men. We were going to defy the reality of our similarly-matched genitals and connect our two male bodies together as intimately as was possible. There was no 'next best thing' about it: this was the sexual equivalent of Beluga caviar!

Before I could point any of this out, his cock slid into me and he grunted animalistically. He seemed surprised by how pleasant it felt to be pushing his excitement upwards into another man's bum.

"Jesus Christ, mate!" he gasped. "This feels fucking amazing!"

His plump cock head cleaved its way up through my rectum, pushing upwards into my hot wet passage and finding it just as accommodating as its many predecessors, some with far thicker girths, had. I gasped at how incredible it felt to receive him into my body and felt my own larger manhood throbbing upwards at the sheer pleasure of having myself filled by this younger man's throbbing excitement.

"I can't believe I'm pushing my cock up your bum, Rob!" he chuckled, his voice becoming breathless. "I'm actually shafting another bloke's hairy arse! Jesus Christ!"

I gasped again at how good it felt to be impaled by the shaft of another man's erection. "Just enjoy it, Pete," I panted, "like you would when you're with a woman!"

"That's exactly what it feels like – a woman's pussy!" he called out with surprise, as if the similarity had only just occurred to him. I felt his cock throb and harden, the girth of it thickening inside me, as his excitement grew at the thought of the feminine version of the hole I was offering.

"I guess that's why men do it to each other, Pete," I suggested. "Even straight blokes like us. It feels like shagging a woman, even when there are no women around to shag!"

He chuckled at that, grabbed my hips with more force and then pushed his cock further into me. It slid deep up into my bowels until I feel the paired bulges of his nuts in his hairy scrotum pressing between my thighs.

He eased himself out of me and then worked it up me again. He did it a few more times before declaring: "That feels so nice, mate! If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was a muff!"

I bent lower for him and told him to put a hand on each of my shoulders for leverage which he did. Then he started fucking me properly, driving his cock in and out of my hole as we developed a steady, gentle rhythm together.

He let out another surprised laugh as we worked our bodies together, pacing ourselves to savour our moment of togetherness. He called out, "This is fucking amped to the max, mate!" as our back and forth motion gradually intensified and he used his knees to prize my legs further apart so he could push into me more fully and deeply.

This really was the most exquisite of positions: bending forwards to receive another man's sex between my hungry, splayed buttocks. My cock was rock-hard and gently oozing with excitement as it was internally stimulated by the swollen girth of its brother, sliding back and forth steadily faster against my grateful prostate.

I turned back to look at him over my shoulder and saw him looking down at his own cock as it bored in and out between the paired round globes of my butt-cheeks. He looked serious as he watched his manhood enjoying its first taste of male penetration, but then he glanced up at me and we smiled at each other.

He gasped, "I can't believe I'm actually pegging another bloke's arse!"

I laughed and kept working my arse back and forth against him, clamping my muscles tightly closed around his cock as he thrust it back and forth. "How does it feel?"

"It's fucking well tasty, mate! All the times I said no at school... Jesus! I didn't know what I was missing!"

"Do you still think it's the 'next best thing' to sex with a woman?"

He shook his head and then closed his eyes at the waves of pleasure I knew he was experiencing from the squeezing of my rectal muscles. "No way! I mean, I know it's your arse and that you shit through it and stuff, but fucking hell, mate! This is class! It's fucking immense!"

"Well, you're doing a fantastic job, Pete! You're a natural!"

He grinned broadly at the compliment: perhaps his girlfriend was never so forthcoming in her praise of his sexual endeavours.

"Does it feel good for you too?" he asked.

I chuckled. "Feel my cock, Pete."

He pressed his chest down against my back so that I could feel his hairy pecs rubbing against the base of my shoulder blades as we worked our bodies together with each other. He reached underneath me with his right hand and grabbed at the large, hard shaft of my organ as his own kept drilling in and out of me.

"Whoa!" he giggled. "That is fucking well hard, mate! I can feel it throbbing!"

He groped up and down the thickened rod of it, feeling how prominent the veins were protruding along its length and how tightly my foreskin was being pulled back from the bulbous head.

Then he declared: "You really have got a massive dong, Rob! It's about twice as thick as mine!"

"That's what happens when you have someone's cock rubbing up and down inside you, Pete," I informed him through my quickening breaths. "It makes your cock grow really big and hard."

"Yeah?" he asked, still pounding my backside as he ran his fingers up and down my throbbing shaft.

"Yeah," I asserted. "Your cock's rubbing against my prostate which is making mine grow to full size."

The thought that I was aroused by his exertions made his rhythm grow faster so that his balls were thwacking against my thighs. His breathing quickened against my shoulders and I felt a dribble of his hot saliva land on my spine.

"This is proper horny, Rob," he gasped. "With Shelley, I never know if she's really enjoying it... with you... Jesus! Getting butt-fucked by me is making your knob as hard as a pole!"

I was pleased that he was now enjoying our sex for what it was and that he no longer needed to imagine my arse as a substitute vagina. He was aroused that he was penetrating me as another man and that my body was responding to him in its own masculine way.

He went on, breathlessly, "And the way you're moving with me... working with my cock... I can tell you're well into it!"

I smiled at the knowledge that his girlfriend probably just lay there underneath him, staring up at the ceiling or maybe texting a friend.

As if to encourage me further, he wrapped his hand around my cock and started wanking me in earnest. To show my appreciation, I worked my bum against him more forcefully, meeting his every thrust with a backwards jab of my hips. He started gasping against my back, his whole body writhing with the same rhythm as mine as we revelled in the fact we were enjoying sex as two men.

He whispered in my ear, his tone almost conspiratorial, "This doesn't mean we're gay, Rob, does it?"

I smiled more broadly, panting with my own pleasure at the feel of his persistent hardness thrusting more rapidly back and forth inside me.

"Of course it doesn't mean that, Pete! We're just... well... opportunists!"