What a Difference a Gay Made

I gave him a big smile as I took over with the sponge and now I tried to return the compliment, reaching every part of his body until he was glowing with cleanliness.

"You going to do my arse too?" John asked and I stopped dead.

'Fuck – do I want to stick my fingers in there?' I wondered.

I was silent for a moment or two then I realised something – I'd already had my cock in there, so why not my fingers too!

"Yeah ok," I said as I pulled John closer to me and reached my soapy hands round him. As we got closer his erection bumped against my abdomen and I couldn't help but wriggle myself against the rod of hot slippery flesh.

Feeling around behind him, I soon located his arsehole and I felt John pushing against my fingers.

"Come on then, should be easy," he said, "Start with one finger...."

Using that one finger I felt around his hole, discovering his own ring of crinkled flesh and the small indentation in the centre that was his hole.

"Ok – I'm pushing out – try now," John said and with no hint of pain or hindrance, my finger slid right up inside.

"Oh yessss, oh yessss – that went in so easily – try two now!" he said.

My second finger also slid in easily and I moved them around inside, feeling the walls of his anus sliding against my fingers. I located his prostate and rubbed it for a while making John's very stiff cock jerk and thrust.

I played around for a while before I gently pulled my fingers out.

I slapped his arse lightly.

"Come on – let's get this shower finished – we'll get all wrinkled!" I said.

"Don't you want to put your cock up me," said John, pushing his arse out towards me, "Come on – you've got me all ready!"

No – no – not really," I said, gently pushing him away, "I'm not ready for that."

"You fucked me earlier – can't you do it again?" he asked, "Please!"

But this was going too far right now. I was still getting used to the idea of having sex with a man let alone fucking him. What we did earlier was something like bravado in front of Pete, I decided – what we were doing now was rather different. It was more like making love......

With some light banter we finished our showers and towelled dry before moving across the landing to his bedroom. His bedroom......

"Why are we in here?" I asked, "My clothes are downstairs."

"I wanted to get some deodorant, but there's something else I want to do," said John, moving close to me, "I want to thank you for being so good – for letting it all happen."

And he wrapped his arms around me and just kissed me – his wet lips sliding across mine, his tongue already probing between my now parted lips. Somehow I just let him explore and then I discovered that my own tongue was joining in, sliding around over his tongue and lips and pushing into his mouth to feel the smooth enamel of his teeth.

Moments later John sort of leaned on me or pushed me and together we lost our balance and fell onto the bed.

"Uuuuuufff!" I grunted and John too let out a puff of air as we hit the mattress together.

He looked at me, his eyes shining and his mouth smiling, before once again we locked lips and continued our courtship.

And now two hard cocks jostled for position between us, John's now finding a home between my legs. Together we kissed and dry humped each other, my penis sliding up and down his abdomen while John's cock slid excitedly against my anus, sending erotic feelings through me.

"Do you want to let me in?" he asked after a little while, "I'd love to be inside you!"

'Oh God' I thought, 'Do I?'

But while I was mentally debating the matter, John reached out and his hand came back with a small tube – lubrication, obviously.

I held still, knowing what was about to happen and yet completely unwilling to back out.

'He's going to fuck me, isn't he?' I pondered as I felt John's fingers slide over my hole – and in a few seconds his slippery digit was inside me once more, sending hot vibrations all through me.

'Oooooh wowwww!' I groaned as a second finger joined the first – but there was no more than a tiny sensation of pain and then it was gone, to be replaced by a needy feeling – a need to be filled, properly!

John's fingers were making my hips thrust back at him and I was hardly aware that he'd withdrawn them until I felt some more pressure on my arsehole.

"Relax – push out," he said and I did so, willing his penis to slide inside.

And he was in me – way inside, so easily!

"Oh God," I groaned as I felt his penis moving around, "That's different. That's so strange....but it's nice – I like it."

"Knew you would," said John as he began sliding his cock in and out more quickly, "Always feels good to me, especially when your prostate gets rubbed."

"Ooooooohhh," my voice quivered as his cock stimulated my internal organs, "Ooooooohhh yeahhhh!"

"More?" asked John and I nodded rapidly. He increased his pace and I could hear and feel his thighs slapping against my buttocks as we twisted around and fucked wildly. This was getting good – and I realised that it was so much more stimulating that having sex with a girl – I could get to like this!

John was panting now and thrusting harder, his entire penis jamming itself hard up into my bowels, skewering me on his shaft of solid flesh.

My cock was leaking profusely too, threads of precum drooling onto my thigh almost as if I was cumming.

"I'm going to cum inside you," said John, not giving me an option and I realised that was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes – yes – fill me up!" I cried, "Give me your sperm – right up inside me!"

"Any minute," groaned John, still hammering his erection into my hole, "Nearly – nearly....! Oh fuck – here I cum!"

Suddenly I felt a warm pressure inside me – his powerful thrust driving his spunk up into my anus; spraying into my bowels; heating my insides as his cock gushed his cum time after time.

"Fuck – fuck!" cried John as his final thrusts sent the last waves of cum into me, "Oh yeahhhhh – oooh fuck, that's lovely! Oh I needed that – that was good!"

I pulled John to me and kissed him – I think he was so shocked that for a moment he didn't respond but soon we were once again exchanging more bodily fluids as our mouths made love to each other. Eventually we parted, although John's penis was still firmly inside me.

"Ok to come out?" he asked, "Put your hand there – feel me slide out and then put your hand over your hole to catch anything that leaks while I find a towel."

I reached down and wrapped my fingers round his still hard, very slippery penis, feeling him sliding through my fingers and out of my body. A moment of emptiness came over me before I remembered to move my hand and I felt wetness on my hand as I covered my hole.

Very quickly however John gave me a towel and I replaced my hand – a hand that I now saw was covered in his sticky white cum. I nearly licked it off but chose instead to use the towel.

I scrambled up the bed until I lay alongside John, the pair of us breathing hard and glowing with sexual satisfaction – although my erection said that there was unfinished business about.

I looked at John and raised my eyebrows to indicate my total surprise.

"Wowww – I can't believed we just did that," I said, genuinely shocked at the way I'd just allowed all these homosexual things to happen to me....me, an out-and-out pussy hound!

"Liked it though – that was excellent – so different," I said.

John was smiling at me and now he laid one hand on my chest.

"You're shocked!" he said, laughing quietly, "How do you think I feel? Never ever thought you'd be in here with me having just had a good fuck!"

My mind was a turmoil of strange thoughts; visions of rampant cocks, sprays of cum, clenching arseholes and hairy bodies mixing and sliding past my mental viewing screen and then I was brought back to reality as I felt John's hand sliding down my body. Soon it grasped my erect penis and started wanking it and my mind began to concentrate on the feelings he was bringing.

"I'd nearly forgotten you," said John, leaving my cock and sitting up beside me, "You still need to cum again don't you....can I suck you off like I did earlier?"

Unbidden, John slid down the bed until his head was at my groin – his warm breath on my thigh.

His hands slid over my thighs and abdomen and closed in on my throbbing erection; in moments he was grasping it and seconds later I felt the hotness of his mouth as it closed around my knob.

"Uuuuuhhh!" I gasped with pleasure, John's lips and tongue already working away at the sensitive parts of my penis, "Oooh that's nice!"

I shut my eyes and squirmed with pleasure as John stimulated my excited penis, his active mouth, lips and tongue working hard to extract my sperm – to make me erupt.

And erupt was what I was soon going to do – because although I'd had my share of orgasms today, my penis was still incredibly sensitive and aroused and felt as if one slight action would make him erect; one quick wank would make him explode!

"John – John," I groaned, "I'm going to cum – ever so soon, I just know it!"

He lifted his mouth briefly.

"Yes Tony, you cum when you're ready mate," he said and he lowered his head once more, his hand now assisting his mouth to bring me off.

Just a few more minutes I managed to hold out; my body increasingly out of my control before I cried out.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh – cummming – cummmming!" I cried as John's hand and sucking mouth drove me over the top, "Yessssss! Oh shiiiiit – ooooo, ooooooo, oooooooohhh!"

My hips were thrusting up into John's mouth, firing off energetic blasts of hot cum; filling his mouth – even overflowing.

"Aaaaaahh!" I groaned as yet another pulse of cum left my cock, "Oh God......!"

Slowly all feeling left me and I sank back flat on the bed – my body drained of all emotion and all my spunk too.

John sat up and looked down at my rapidly wilting penis – his mouth glistening with slippery juices and turned towards me. He opened his mouth to show me that it was almost completely filled with my offering; strands of spunk hung down and pools of cum puddled on his tongue..... He shut his mouth and I saw his throat work as he swallowed it, a look of pleasure sliding over his face.

He opened his mouth once more to let me see his tongue now cleaning up the last of my spunk; then he closed it once more and swallowed again.

"Delicious mate," he said happily, "Nectar – bloody nectar!"

I slapped his leg gently to cover my embarrassment at his praise of something, which until yesterday had been only of interest to my girlfriends and me.

"Can't be that good!" I exclaimed.

"I'll need some more samples then," said John, chuckling, "Might taste better still tomorrow."

"What you mean, tomorrow?" I replied, a bit worried about the implications.....

"You mean to tell me that after everything we've done today, you won't want to do it again?" asked John, his face looking hard at mine, "I thought you enjoyed yourself....you even had eyes for Pete's cock, didn't you?"

Now I felt totally embarrassed – he'd got me!

"No – no, I mean yes, oh I don't know!" I blundered about, feeling in my mind for the right response, "Look, it's been a bit of a trip for me – don't know if I'm coming or going!"

"Definitely been coming! Lot's of that!" said John with a wink, "But I know how you feel – all shaken up mentally. So let's calm it all down, eh."

"Yeah – I'd like that," I said, feeling relieved that the conversation was ending, "Anyway, I ought to get home."

"What's the rush – what for?" John said, using more logic than I possessed at this moment, "There's no-one there now your girlfriend's gone; the house will be lonely and boring and I've got some nice thick steaks for the barbeque I was going to enjoy – so stay!"

The mention of food and especially barbequed steaks focussed my mind on the important things in life – getting my belly filled.

"Mushrooms, tomatoes, salad, beer, wine....." said John seemingly realising that this was the way to my heart – the way to keep me, "Stay then?"

"Yeah – ok, you're on!" I said and with a quick high-five between us we rose from the bed; shot in and out of the shower and padded downstairs to find our clothes.

And now that I was back in more 'domestic' surroundings and with some clothes on I felt fine again.

'What's wrong with staying for a meal?' I thought, 'What was I going to have – a microwave dinner – yuk! A steak sounds a lot nicer – and some company!'

"Ok John," I said, "Find me a lager and I'll be fine! And then I'll help with the barbie, if you want."

"You just relax," said John with two chilly cans in his hands, "Enjoy yourself. It's a gas-fired barbeque so it won't take much to get it up and running – you just enjoy your drink."

John bustled around with plates and utensils and such.

"There's loads more cans in the fridge – help yourself when you need to," he said as he breezed out onto the patio.

I sank back into the settee once more, now feeling totally relaxed.

Ok – there was still the worry that I'd been having gay sex – but had I hated it? No way – I'd had a fucking good time, I decided!

Soon a second can was needed and I took one outside for John who accepted it cheerfully. Delicious smells of steak and all kinds of other things were now filling the still evening air around us, making my tummy rumble.

"Could eat a horse!" I said to John and he laughed.

"No mate, this is prime beef – Scottish beef – no way did it have reins on it!" he laughed, "Won't be too long now. How do you like it, by the way?"

"Bit rare please," I said, my mouth now watering, "Anything I can do?"

"Yeah – get two more cans and then go and sit at the table and wait!" he said as more sizzling noises filled the air, "Coming on nicely."

To be honest I'd make a lousy food critic – I just like tasty food – full stop – and plenty of it! And that's what John served up – a massive steak with all kinds of 'extras' and with exotic fragrances filling my mouth and nose I just plain tucked in – John joining me moments later.

I'm not going to go into what we else we ate or just what it tasted of – suffice to say that it wasn't long before we'd both finished – both of us with grease-smeared faces and happy grins.

"Good?" he asked and I raised my can to toast the meal.

"Bloody good!" I replied, "Best steak I've had in years – well, ever, probably! Well done!"

"Cheers!" said John draining his third can, "Phew! I'm full."

"And me!" I replied, "Got room for a few more beers though!"

"There's another twelve-pack in the cupboard," said John, "I'll top up the fridge now."

We both rose up and began clearing away the debris of the meal and it wasn't long before everything was done and tidied away and we stood side by side to survey the tidy scene.

I turned towards John and put my arm around his waist to give him a quick 'thank you' hug but as I did so, John turned towards me and his own arms came round me too.

And face to face, chest to chest, belly to belly we looked into each other's eyes.

"I've had a lovely evening," I said, "Thank you so much!"

"Want to thank me?" asked John, "Come and kiss me then."

He puckered up his lips and held them out theatrically to me and somehow I just had to do it.

I leaned closer and touched my lips to his, instantly feeling his tongue pushing between my lips. But rather than be horrified I responded by sucking it into my mouth; then my lips relaxed and in moments we were into a full-blown snog! Our arms and hands were holding and exploring each other's backs as our mouths explored each other; I never realised just how prehensile a tongue could be.....until we eventually came up for air.

"Phew – that was intense!" I said, still holding John in my arms, "Let's sit down."

John was sensible and didn't push things and with new cans in our hands we sat in the two armchairs, me at least feeling buzzed and a bit light-headed, but happy and relaxed once more.

Slowly our conversation meandered round, carefully avoiding anything sexual – the cricket, football, the weather – even politics and the pile of empty cans grew.

And finally John stood up.

"Time to shut up shop, I think, I'm a bit pissed," he said as he swayed a bit unsteadily.

I looked at him through unsteady eyes and grinned at him.

"Me too!" I said, "Not complaining though!"

I remained seated while John busied himself around the house before he returned.

"Come on then, up you come," he said, pulling me to my feet.

"Where we goin'" I mumbled.

"Up to bed – time for some sleep," John said.

"Yeah – good idea!" I agreed with him and arm in arm we helped each other to mount the stairs. John guided me to the toilet where I gratefully began to unload several gallons of used lager and a few minutes later John joined me.

"Finished?" he asked as I moved a bit unsteadily aside, "Good."

With that he pulled his penis out and began pissing – leaving me leaning against the wall beside him and soon he too had finished.

"Come on then," he said, pulling me across the hall to his bedroom, "Get your clothes off and get in."

"Aren't I goin' home?" I asked, my befuddled brain hardly working at all now.

"Plenty of room here!" said John, pushing my shorts down for me and soon leaving me naked. He pushed me backwards gently and I just fell onto the bed and a few moments later I felt the bed move as John got in too.

"Why am I in here?" I managed to ask.

"'Cos you're not fit to go home," said John, "Now roll over and go to sleep!"

"Yeah – alright – good night," I mumbled and that was the last I remembered......

I woke up and rolled over to blearily glance at the alarm clock – it was a different one – oh so what. It told me it was 8:53 – so today must be Saturday or Sunday – otherwise I'd be up and out at work by now. Well, I hoped that was the case!

I rolled back and came face to face with a gently relaxed masculine face, sleeping contentedly on the pillow, a happy smile playing on his countenance.

Oh God yes – I'd spent the night with John – in John's bed – with him. In the nude too!

Did I do anything stupid in the night – I can't remember.....

My wandering eyes also took in two cans of lager by the bed – oh yes, we'd downed more than a few last night too, hadn't we?

My gaze fell back to John, still blissfully asleep with his upper body partially uncovered. My eyes almost naturally dropped to his chest, firm and nicely bronzed and tipped with his little brown nipples.

And then it all started coming back to me......

I remembered sucking on those nipples last night; running my hands over his warm invitingly hard flesh as I filled my hands with his muscles.

I remembered working my way down his body, rolling him over and kissing him between his quivering buttocks in the valley where some time soon I'd slide my rampant cock. I remembered sliding further down to poke my tongue into his anus and kiss his puckered skin with my lips.

I remembered working my way back around, my hands now leaving his buttocks to caress the smooth, sleek flesh of his waist and hips. I remembered his wiry patch of trimmed pubic hair tickling my chin before I lowered my mouth onto his upstanding erection.

He tasted so sweet, so erotically sexy, so desirable – I couldn't help but work my tongue into the little hole at the tip to explore the source of his delicious fluids.

I remember John's body jerking violently as I sucked at his cock, licking up his copious lubrication before slithering down to allow more of his penis into my mouth. It felt huge in my mouth – and truthfully, I was just loving being able to suck on it!

I remember that I sank my mouth over his erection and sucked away, my tongue sliding and dancing over the tumescent flesh while beneath me his whole body seemed to be in motion – waves of excitement were rippling through him as I brought him towards his climax.