Awake with Jake Pt. 02

Having been able to suck my own cock since... well... I suppose since not long after I learned how to jerk it off, it was pretty obvious that I would end up putting my mouth around Marcus' while he was rimming me. I'd practised enough times on myself to know all the moves inside out and I was far, far better at sucking myself than any girl who I'd managed to persuade to have a go.

He groaned as soon as I put my lips around the head of it - he loved the feel of it as much as I thought he would. He went on and on about how girls would never give him a blowjob so I knew he would appreciate some attention of that sort from me. I quickly developed a rhythm up and down his shaft, impressed by how much easier it was to suck someone else's cock than it was to struggle to arch my back enough to try and blow my own.

His dick was a bit smaller than mine, so that was also less of a strain, but it tasted totally different - much sharper and with a distinct saltiness to his precum - which made it way more interesting.

I treated him to a few of the tricks I like to use on my own and had him squirming with enjoyment at some of the stuff I could do. I know how sensitive the underside of the head is - right where that thin strip of skin joins with the slit - so I teased that with the tip of my tongue, and I tightened my lips around his shaft while I blew him to give just the right amount of pressure to have his precum trickling out of him like a leaky tap.

"Oh God, Jake," he called out, briefly pulling his face away from my arse. "Suck my fucking cock, man! Suck it deep!"

I went down on him like a pro, sliding my lips up and down his stalk with a quickening rhythm while my tongue did its magic on the dribbling head. His bollocks smelt really nice, every time my nose got close to them, and I wondered if it was his sweat or some hormonal thing.

He gasped again, "Jesus, you're so fucking good at this!" and I reached back to grab his head and reapply his face to my butt crack.

It felt good to be with him like this in a sort of weird sixty-nine: me sucking away at his dick while he licked so eagerly around my arsehole. I was surprised at how much my cock was throbbing as I was doing stuff like this with another lad: it was straining stiffly between our bodies, dribbling a little puddle of slimy ooze onto Marcus' heaving chest.

I obviously had a gay side that I hadn't fully embraced - perhaps the way I enjoyed showing my knob off to other lads had always been a part of that but I hadn't realised it.

I dismissed such thoughts for the time being. What we were doing was too good to dwell on what it meant for me in the long-term: it was time enjoy the moment and leave the post-mortems until afterwards.

"It's not as bad as you might think," my dad commented after taking a much more cautious sip of his drink. "Giving fellatio, I mean."

"I actually quite like it," I told him with a shrug. "I've developed quite a knack over the years."

"Over the years?" dad asked with obvious concern. He obviously had visions of me blowing the football team in the locker room after practice.

"Yeah... in my... er... bedroom," I sought to reassure him, hoping I wouldn't need to spell out exactly what I'd been doing all those times he'd walked in on me hunched under my duvet and emerging red-faced.

"Oh right," he said, his own face reddening a little. "I see."

I pulled off Marcus and said, "There's something I want to show you, mate."

"I'm enjoying this," he complained. "I'm getting really close."

You're not the only one who needs to cum, I was going to say, before realising how much like Ellie, my girlfriend, I would sound.

"Sit up with me," I said instead. "Face-to-face so that our dicks are touching."

I wanted to show him what Craig had shown me. The way Marcus had enjoyed me licking his arse, I knew he'd love me doing that to him.

"So after you'd... er... orally pleasured him," dad said, "what happened next?"

"Are you into frot?" I asked him.

I only knew what it was called because I'd looked it up online a few days after Marcus and I had started doing it. Since then I'd done it with a few other lads and I'd found that, like Marmite, guys either love it or hate it.

Dad looked intrigued. "I'm not sure. What does it involve?"

"You have sex with your cocks. Wanking them together and rubbing them against each other and stuff."

"Oh that," he said dismissively, making it clear which side of the fence he was on. "It's okay, but I'm very much a bum-man, as you know."

"A butt monkey," I reminded him.

He smiled. "Quite."

"Well, we did that for a while, squatting in front of each other while I held both our dicks, and then I used my free hand to... well... finger his butt."

My dad's eyebrows shot up. "Oh! That sounds like it might be fun!"

"It was!" I laughed. "A lot of fun, actually."

"We should do this more often, Jake," he suggested. "Swap stories and exchange notes. We can probably teach each other a lot with our different experiences."

I smiled at the idea. "Some fathers and sons bond by playing golf or going for hikes or whatever. We swap stories about the blokes we've shagged."

"Well, it could work for us," he grinned.

"It could, yeah, but that doesn't make it any less odd," I said with a smirk.

We squatted together and I grabbed both our dicks and wanked our foreskins up and down inside my fist. I could hardly get my hand around my own cock it was so thick, so two together was really pushing it.

"How does that feel?" I asked him, enjoying the sensation of our two knobs being worked together.

"I liked what we doing before that better," he whined. "I want you to suck my cock again. And take my balls in your mouth - I love it when a girl does that."

"I'm not a fucking girl, man!" I snapped, for the first time of what would be a long string of regular reminders.

"I know that, mate. I just meant I like having my balls licked, that's all."

I reached under him with my other hand and caressed the hairy ridge behind his balls.

"What are you doing?" he asked me warily. He knew full well where my finger was headed; he knew from we'd done in the kitchen, in front of the other guys, how much I liked his arsehole.

"Just enjoy it, Marcus," I tried to reassure him.

I pushed my finger into the warm wetness further back and felt how soft and yielding the flesh was around his hole. I rubbed my fingertip around the middle of his ring. Just the slightest pressure had it opening to invite me in; the wetness of my spit gave me all the lubrication I needed.

"I don't know if I want you doing that, mate," he said. "I don't think I'll like it."

"Just try and see," I persisted. "If you don't, I'll stop. If you do, you can do me as well. Same as I'm doing to you."

I slid my finger into him, enjoying where the slipperiness of my spit gave way to something more viscous and unyielding. This was going to get smelly, just like it had when Craig and I had done it. I didn't think that mattered: I figured Marcus had liked the smell of my butt when he'd had his face in it so much that he'd probably get turned-on a few whiffs of his own.

I slid my finger slowly in out of him, enjoying how the stickiness inside his backside clung to my finger as I worked it back and forth.

Marcus pushed back against me, working with my rhythm.

"Ah yeah!" he gasped. "That feels really nice!"

I sped up my finger a little and pushed it as deep as I could into him as he panted and giggled at how good it felt.

"I can't fucking believe this, mate!" he chuckled. "I actually like getting my butt fingered - I had no idea!"

I grabbed our cocks more tightly and he thrust himself up and down, using the gap between my clenched fist and the back of my dick to wank himself off.

"Come on, work it, Jake!" he called out, jabbing his arse down onto my finger more firmly. "Pump my fucking hole! Be really rough with it!"

I laughed and pulled out and then managed to get two fingers into him.

"Give me more, mate!" he urged me, his voice half-laughing half-gasping. "Come on, frig me off properly!"

I pulled out again and pushed three fingers together. His arsehole strained to open wide enough to take them but with a downwards shove they slurped into him.

I took up a faster rhythm and he slammed his arse up and down against me, still working his cock back forth against mine.

"Ah yeah!" he panted into my face as his body bucked up and down in pleasure. "This feels fucking awesome, dude!"

It suddenly occurred to me that his was a guy who was going to love having a cock up his arse. And, right on the heels of that thought, was that I was probably going to be the one to do it. This was my first male fuck, squatting right here in front of me. This was the guy whose arse I was first going to nail, and probably quite soon.

He wasn't like I'd thought he'd be. If I'd had to have picked a guy to be my 'first', I'd have thought it would be someone a lot more... well... masculine, I guess. Someone tall, like me, and hairy. Maybe with stubble or a goatee or something, but definitely a big hairy chest and a huge set of junk. A real bloke of a guy; someone on the university rugby team or something.

I'm making it sound like I'd thought this through in great detail, which I hadn't.

What I mean is that, if I had thought about it, I'd have wanted my first time with a guy to be totally different from anything I could experience when I was with a girl. I'm not saying I'd want to be treated like another lad's girlfriend. Definitely not - I'd want us to have sex as two equal males. We'd both have to be dominant and well-hung, both out for what we could get and both rock-hard horny.

I'd do stuff with him that I couldn't do with a girl. Enjoy the differences of having another lad in my bed with me for all it was worth. I wouldn't just want to fuck him - what would be the point of that? I could do that any night with Ellie (or as often as should would let me) and, while I knew butt-fucking another dude would be different from the girlie flavour, I'd seen enough stuff on the web to know it wouldn't be that different.

I'd want to have a lot of fun with his cock - that was why, in my vague fantasies about this, I always imagined that he'd probably be packing a dick as big as mine. I'd want to wank it and sniff it - see how different it was from mine - and then taste it and suck it. Yes, sucking a big cock would be something I'd really want to do.

I liked the idea of rubbing our dicks together and making them slick with our precum. I thought it would be cool to have sex with another guy like that; humping each other's knobs and having mine leaking its stickiness onto his hairy stomach.

Bollocks were a bit of turn-on for me too. In spite of how weirded out by Craig's wrinkled little nutsack I'd been, the thought of playing around with a guy who had a really solid pair of big, hairy knackers was kind of intriguing. Massaging them while I sucked his dick; having him push them into my face like two fat, ripe plums. I'd want to take them into my mouth, one by one, and to lick them and kiss them, knowing all the time that they were churning out the hot, white spunk that would soon end up splashed all over me.

But it was the prospect of having another dude's big, thick cock to play with that fascinated me the most.

My dad had said he was a 'bum-man' but I was definitely a 'dick-man'. I loved the thought of getting my hands and mouth around another lad's boner to see if it reacted like mine when I did stuff to it. Pulling the foreskin back, tasting the head of it, sucking his precum from his slit. I was even quite keen, if I was in the right mood and he wanted to, to see what it felt like for him to stick it up my butt.

I'd even wanked off imagining it sometimes.

Can you believe that? I haven't told anyone that before now! I've actually lain there in by bed whacking off at the thought of this hairy, muscular rugby playing dude shagging me up the arse. Not the other way around with me doing him - that would be too similar to what I could get from a girl - but always with me bending over while he went at my butt with a pole like a tree-trunk and those huge, swinging nads of his smacking into my thighs.

That's not to say I wouldn't have turned down a turn on his arse if it was offered, it's just that my guy-focussed jerk-off sessions, which to be honest didn't happen that often, had always involved me getting shafted by this bigger guy's massive, ringpiece-splitting dong.

So if I'd had to guess how my first gay session at uni might go, that would have pretty much been it.

It wouldn't have been here like this, with Marcus Cunningham, some posh boy from Surrey who was about as masculine as afternoon tea. That's unfair of me, actually: he isn't at all effeminate or camp or anything; he just doesn't ooze maleness like I'd subconsciously hoped my first male lover would. He isn't hairy for a start - even his butt-crack isn't as furry as I'd like it - and, while he's well-toned and athletic, he's hardly what you'd think of as beefy or muscular.

But this was it: this was the guy I'd ended up with in my bed. Not that I'm saying there was anything wrong with him. He could be a dickhead, like most dudes, but he was a good laugh to be with and could be a good mate.

He just wasn't the guy I'd fantasized about: that was all.

"Did he enjoy you fingering him?" my dad asked. "And... er... how many fingers did you use, out of interest?"

I smiled at him. "He definitely enjoyed it - there was no doubt about that - and I got up to three."

My dad nodded with his eyebrows raised in admiration. "That's pretty good for a first time... are you sure it was his first time?"

"Yeah, I think so."

In spite of my apparent confidence, I wasn't at all sure it had been his first time. He'd always insisted it had been, but he'd gone to an all-boys' school, after all...

"Oh Jesus, Jake!" Marcus gasped. "This is so fucking amazing!"

He hammered his arse down onto my hand so quickly and roughly that my fingers started making squelching sounds as they slurped in and out of his hole.

"Do mine while I do yours," I directed him and he briefly stopped bobbing up and down while he groped underneath me to find my entrance.

"Smells a bit rough, though, doesn't it?" Marcus commented, for the first time noticing the odour of my fingers up his butt.

"It's a nice smell, I like it," I replied, thinking of how much I sounded like Craig. Funny how things come full circle, as my dad would say.

"Well, you'll like it even more in a minute," he pointed out. "It'll be twice as nice."

"You bet it will," I laughed.

Dad took another drink from his tumbler; only a couple of mouthfuls were left now in spite of him protesting that I'd given him too much.

"So did he return the favour?" he asked, putting the glass dutifully back down on its coaster.

"Yeah," I smiled, before gulping my beer down to a similar state of near-emptiness. I wouldn't be suggesting a third drink together; even if he wasn't getting tired, I was.

"We did it to each other," I told him. "We worked each other's butts while we rubbed our dicks together."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," my dad grinned over at me.

"It was," I agreed. "Explosive fun."

"Oh, I see," he laughed. "That much fun!"

We pressed against each other, thrusting our cocks upwards so they slid against each other as we both frantically fucked the fist my right hand was making. My other hand was driving three fingers into Marcus every time he slammed his arse down onto it; his was inside me with a similar cluster of fingers working noisily in and out of my wet hole.

We were panting together like sprinters, both totally enrapt by the pleasure we were feeling. Not only did it feel great to rub our cocks together inside my hand - the swollen heads pressing together and making us squirm and gasp - but the sensation of anally masturbating each other was truly intense.

A few weeks later, Marcus had admitted that our first sex had been "mind-blowing". I'd laughed and agreed with him - I'd actually chosen to describe it with the phrase "totally off the fucking scale" - and had asked him how his first sex with a girl had gone. He'd shrugged and said, "A bit forgettable really. That's not to say I don't like straight sex, mate - don't get me wrong - it's just that, as first times go, that bum-wank thing you and I did that night blew everything else out of the water!"

If the feel of it was amazing, the smell was even better. We both stunk of sweat - our bodies heaving together as we bucked our hips towards each other - and our precum had a sharp, acrid tang as it made our cocks slippery and shiny. But it was the stronger odour from our fingers as we squatted our butts up and down on them that really stood out. It was that which made the sex we were having totally different from anything either of us did with girls. It was pretty crude, I admit, but at the same time incredibly sexy: it was the smell of two lads having pretty raunchy sex together using their bums and, for some reason, it made the two of us as horny as rabbits.

Marcus pulled back, gasping, as we kept pounding our cocks together, the slurping of our fingers underneath us becoming louder as we drove into each other more roughly and quickly.

"Oh Jesus, Jake... that sound... the smell... I'm getting close, mate! I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Abruptly he leaned forwards and kissed me on the lips. Unlike when Craig had tried to do it, I didn't turn away: I pressed into him and worked my tongue into his mouth, kissing him back as eagerly as he was trying to kiss me.

"We kissed," told my dad to see his reaction. I'd never seen him actually kissing a bloke and I wondered if it would shock or repulse him to find out that his son had been getting his tongue into other lads' mouths.

He just smiled at me, though. It clearly wasn't an issue for him.

"We kissed quite deeply," I elaborated. "It was nice... it was very nice, actually. A lot better than I would have expected."

"It is very pleasant," he agreed, downing the rest of his whiskey. "Like you, I never thought I'd ever want to kiss another man, but when Bradley first put his lips to mine - in this very room, as it happens - I couldn't believe how erotic it felt."

We kissed each other as deeply as we could, still slamming our cocks against each other and bobbing up and down with our butts becoming sore. I kept telling myself as our lips ground against each other and we panted and slavered into each other's mouths that what we were doing was just a bit of fun. That we both liked girls, but this was something different for us to enjoy together; something sexy and exciting without really meaning anything.

Just a couple of lads messing about; the way my dad messed about with his mates. Just a couple of drunk guys getting a bit bawdy together; it didn't mean we were gay or any bullshit like that.

We wrestled our tongues together, gasping noisily for air which was becoming overpowering with our hot, fetid stink. We kept pounding our cocks upwards against each other, the waves of pleasure coming from their plump, slick heads intensified many times by the sensations from our bums being fingered.

I called out, "Oh, Marcus... fuck!"

And then I felt his wetness - momentarily hot and then quickly cold on my skin - and he was moaning into my mouth, his breath fast and short against my lips.

He seemed to push his hand into my more deeply - a reflex reaction, no doubt - and I felt my own balls tingling before my juice joined his all over our chests and stomachs.

Then we fell apart, still panting and shuddering, with our sweat, like our semen, feeling suddenly icy in the cold of the room.

We'd just had sex together as two males. Gay sex, but not gay sex, if you see what I mean.