Game Boy Ch. 02

"Your cock is truly outstanding," I told him, still kneeling in front of it as if paying homage to its splendour. He grinned down at me and I reached up to gently caress its spit-soaked shaft. Apart from the tightness of the foreskin which prevented the huge plum-like head from emerging completely, the thing was just about aesthetically perfect. Totally unsuited to penetrating a virgin bum, but staggeringly beautiful nonetheless.

"My mates used to call me Muffin the Mule," he smirkingly confided.

I grinned and he added, as if I wouldn't have understood the reference, "It's like a horse's cock, you see. Or that's what they reckoned."

"You mentioned you were worried about getting it up someone's backside," I tentatively suggested. "Would you like... perhaps - and feel free to say no! - to try and do it to me? Only if you'd be comfortable with it, of course..."

There was no beating around the bush for Elliot. He nodded with flamboyant enthusiasm and called out, "Fuck yeah! Let's do it!"

I guess he must have interpreted my surprise as hesitation, because he impatiently urged me, "Come on, turn round and pull the back of your keks down! You'll have to bend over and stick your arse out if I'm gonna try to bum you for proper!"

I smiled at him. "You have such a poetic way with words."

"Hurry up, mate!" he insisted, grabbing my shoulder to swivel me around. "She'll be knocking at the door again any second!"

I grabbed a condom from my pocket, fumbling with my belt before hitching my trousers and briefs down enough for him to fuck me. As I passed him the wrapper and he keenly tore it open to extract the slimy rubber from inside, I noticed that the wall in front of me had a month planner on it scrawled with names and shifts. Elliot's name appeared with monotonous regularity and I hoped that this shift, among the endless sea of others, would prove to be one of the more memorable.

He saw my own cock, looking large and full and standing out from my bollocks as it slowly hardened, and laughed, "You're well up for getting your arse shagged, aren't you?"

"It's something I find quite pleasant, yes."

"Well let's see if I can make that big dick of yours stand right up," he grinned. "I might even make you nut off over a box of decaf if you like it that much!"

"Have you done this before?" I asked him as he rolled the condom down his enormous curving tool with surprising self-assurance. I spat on my fingers and rubbed as much of my own drool as I could around my anus, hoping the wetness and its well-used gape would be enough to allow this well-hung young man to give it the good rogering he so clearly needed.

"I tried it a couple of times," he admitted. "One was in a hotel after a wedding do, the other was with a mate when the two of us were pissed. Both times I let the other dudes spunk off up my bum, and then I tried to get my dick up their arses so I could have my turn on them."

"But it didn't work?" I anticipated, pulling my shirt up a bit to present him with my pale round buttocks. I leaned forwards to open my cheeks and expose to him the spectacularly hairy crack that men seem to like so much, hoping he would get a first whiff of the odour lurking inside. It was a mere foretasting of the much more blatant stink that his cock would soon be making as it hammered in and out of my strong-smelling behind.

"No, their backdoors were really small and tight," he explained. "I couldn't even get the tip of my knob inside without the foreskin really hurting from where their tiny little bumholes were squeezing around it."

"Well, you're likely to find mine a good deal more accommodating," I smiled.

I hitched my shirt up a bit more so he could get a better view of my firm squat butt. A lot of people have said my behind is my best feature: something I'm never sure I ought to be pleased about.

Elliot slapped my buttocks affectionately and laughed, "You've got a nice arse, Rob... I mean, you know... for an older dude!"

I chuckled at the back-handed compliment as he pushed his fingers into my forested cleft and groped around for my hole. For a relative novice, he seemed remarkably casual about fondling another man's bum and poking his fingers inquisitively into the hairy crease between my cheeks.

Finding my large raised pucker, he exclaimed, "Bloody hell, mate! Your arsehole is huge!"

I grinned back at him. "It is rather - how should I put it? - 'high-traffic' these days!"

He rubbed his fingers around my bloated orifice, again without any restraint or apparent embarrassment, and surmised, "I reckon I might be able to get my dick right up a massive jacksie like yours. It's so stretched and loose... how many fellas' dicks have you had up it?"

"Oh, quite a few!" I chuckled. "More than I care to admit!"

He grabbed me by the hips, pushing his knees between mine, and announced, "Well, let's give it a go! Let's see if it'll work!"

"The condom should hold your foreskin in place," I told him as he lined his huge prick up with my equally ample gaping entrance. "It should stop it being forced back too far."

He chortled at that and muttered, "I don't think your ringpiece is gonna be tight enough to do any forcing, mate!"

I felt the warmth of the stubby head of his cock against my big swollen hole and bent further forwards to push myself more firmly against him. I hoped my spit and the lube on the condom would be enough to smooth his entry: I thought it would be expecting way too much to ask him to rim me before driving his over-abundant phallus into me.

"Take it slowly, Elliot," I advised him. "Ease it in gently so that your foreskin doesn't - oh my God! Oh Jesus!"

I flinched as he plunged the whole thick length of his cock all the way up me in one abrupt upward sweep.

"Forget slowly!" he laughed, with his throbbing organ filling my rectum right down the hilt. His ginger pubic bush was tickling my arse cheeks and his big heavy bollocks were pressing into the backs of my legs. "Seems to me, mate, that your arse wasn't made for slowly!"

I managed to throw a wincing grin at him over my shoulder and he started sliding his cock in and out of me with a brisk, assertive rhythm. He reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders and smirked broadly back at me as he began butt-fucking my bent-over body in earnest. He quickly gathered pace as he thrust his generous hard-on more strenuously back and forth through my quivering cheeks, and I called out at how exciting it felt: "Oh God, yeah! Your cock feels so good!"

He laughed at that - loving being told how great his over-sized penis felt driving in and out of another man's bowels - and panted, "I can't believe I'm finally bumming a guy! That I'm actually shagging another bloke's big hairy arse!"

"Is it painful at all?" I asked him, grabbing my own cock to wank myself while he boisterously buggered me. "Does your foreskin hurt?"

"Not even slightly," he grinned. "It feels totally awesome! I thought that fellas' arseholes were so tight I'd never get my dick up one... I didn't realise I just needed to find a total butt-slut like you!"

I couldn't help but cackle with laughter at that. "Oh Elliot... it's so nice to have one's talents appreciated!"

He grabbed me more tightly and started slamming his hips so hard against my reddening buttocks that I was sure the loud rapid clapping sound of our sex would be audible from out in the cafe.

"I've always wanted to do this!" he panted, sweeping the long shaft of his cock rapidly in and out of my gaping hairy trench. "Ever since I first heard that lads can shag each other by bending over for it, I've always wanted to try it and see what it felt like to get my knob up another dude's arsehole!"

His big heavy bollocks were thumping so hard against my thighs that I was concerned for their welfare. If he wanted to father children at some point in the future, this was hardly improving his chances.

"Is it as good as you'd hoped it would be?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Way, way better!" he laughed with his cock going at full-pelt as it revelled in losing its anal virginity.

He was a natural top, of that I was certain. The twice he'd let other lads use his arse for sex in return for a go on theirs, he must have been mortified when he found he couldn't work his massive organ into their tight brown holes.

I peered over my shoulder at him, chuckling at his enthusiasm. He really was losing himself in the moment, enjoying the hot grip of my bowels to the full.

"I'm butt-fucking you for real!" he declared, perhaps thinking I might not have noticed. He looked down at his cock, marvelling at the sight of it pumping in and out of the dank wiry forest between my twin spread cheeks.

"Oh God, it looks so totally hot!" he gasped. "My big knob banging away at another bloke's big hairy arse!"

"You've fantasized about this for a long time," I suggested.

"Too right," he panted, gripping me more tightly and bending me lower so he could lever my body against the frantic jabbing of his organ. "I've thought about this pretty much every time I've wanked off. How it'd feel to bum another fella with him bending over for it and me going at it behind him. How it'd smell to be doing it up a bloke's dirty shitter, making it stink proper dirty just like we are!"

I sniffed the air a couple of times, suddenly becoming aware of the strong smell our anal sex was giving off. I'm always a bit whiffy when I'm letting another man use me from behind, but on this day I have to admit I was especially odorous.

I grinned over my shoulder at him. "There is a somewhat... er... distinctive scent!"

"Don't worry about it, mate - I told you before how much I get off on it!" he panted. "I loved how rough and nasty it stunk when those other lads were porking away my shitty arse, but I love it even more now that my cock's the one getting skid-marks on it!"

As my hand was speeding up on my erection at the coarseness of his language, the door of the office suddenly swung open and his colleague with the bedraggled hair poked her head in to see what was delaying the young duty manager.

Elliot's hips stopped thrusting and he swung round and exclaimed, somewhat belatedly, "Oh fuck! I should've locked that!"

The girl just gawked in at us, gobsmacked to see this scrawny, gangly lad's obscenely thick cock curving upwards from his crotch and wedged firmly between my big round buttocks. Her boss had been hiding a surprisingly large piece of meat down the front of his innocuous coffee shop uniform.

She called out, "Bloody hell, Elliot! What d'ya think you're doing?"

"I'm just... er... interrogating him," he muttered, making no attempt to dislodge his enormous manhood from where it was impaled quite blatantly deep inside my rectum.

She stared at it fixedly, perhaps amazed that a shaft with such a wide girth could squeeze itself into another man's bum. Or perhaps she was shocked to see the thick brown slime smeared along her boss's hefty organ, with my butt hair clinging to it in dense matted clumps.

Pulling herself together, she asked, "What, by shoving your cock up his arse?"

"Company policy," he countered, perhaps his usual defence when he was stuck for an answer.

"That is so lame," she whined.

His response to that was to grab me tightly by the shoulders again and to resume his rough, rapid rhythm in and out of my grateful hole.

"Oh my God!" she cried out. "I can't believe you're just carrying on bumming him in here while I'm working flat-out on my own out there!"

"Well I am!" he snapped. "So fuck off and get back to the counter!"

Ignoring his instruction, she said, "You can't actually like it! Don't tell me you're enjoying screwing this bloke's big skanky arse!"

"I'm not just enjoying it," he panted, exaggerating his sighs of pleasure, "I'm fucking loving it!"

I smirked at her, bending down even lower and pushing my arse back to meet my energetic lover's hard relentless thrusts.

She just gaped at us both, her eyes wide and disbelieving, first peering at her manager's thick slamming girth streaked unashamedly with my dirty brown goo, and then staring across at my own well-sized hard-on being urgently wanked by my frantic fist.

"Look at my big cock!" he urged her, eager to redirect her gaze back onto him. He clearly wanted her to admire how spectacular his large erection looked as it accomplished something he'd worried might not be possible. "Look at my massive knob shagging another dude up his chuff!"

I suddenly realised there was more going on between the two of them than just colleague and co-worker and that having her see him like this was in some way important to him. Eager to support him in his efforts, I grinned more broadly at her startled expression and called out, "Do it harder, Elliot! God, it feels so fucking good! Ram your massive cock up my arse as rough as you can!"

He did as I'd asked and started pummelling me like a jackhammer, pounding his hips back and forth so vigorously against me that I could feel his pube sweat making wet patches on my buttocks.

"I'm gonna nut off right up him!" he breathlessly sneered at her, revelling in how shocked she looked to see her tall, lanky boss buggering another man. It occurred to me that she might have a bit of thing for him and I'd inadvertently dashed whatever deluded fantasies she'd been taking home from work.

"I'm gonna fill his arsehole up with a big load of my spunk!" he taunted her and I wondered if he'd known that she'd been harbouring a cutesy crush behind the coffee shop counter. Perhaps an awkward pass had been made by her during the quiet of a mid-morning lull; an unwanted advance giftwrapped in greasy unkempt hair.

She looked down at his bloated nut-sack whacking against my thighs, readying themselves to shoot a very bountiful load into the condom that was buried deep inside my well-slapped backside.

"D'ya wanna watch me cum?" he managed to laugh through laboured panting. "D'ya wanna see me spunk up with my cock up another bloke's arse?"

"It's disgusting!" she barked, her voice shaking through either anger or emotion. "And it stinks of his shit!" she added before slamming the door shut.

Elliot immediately hit his climax and I sensed his disappointment, as his weighty balls unburdened themselves deep up into my bowels, that the girl who for all I knew might have been aggressively stalking him for some time, wasn't present to witness his shuddering orgasm.

When I felt the heat of his jizm filling the end of the condom up inside me, I pounded my cock as fast as I could until my own white cream was squirting in thick surges across a stack of cartons of powdered milk.

When we'd both finished panting and I could feel his hefty shaft starting to soften and make the condom wrinkle against my stretched tunnel, I pulled off him with a wet sloppy fart and stood up to grin at him with my own cock withering.

"I don't know what blokes say to each other after they've just finished bumming," he told me.

"What did you say to the two blokes who did it you?"

"'Turn over, it's my turn'," he shrugged.

"And after that?" I chuckled. "When you couldn't get it up them?"

"'Oh fuck. Well at least let me wank off over your arse'."

"I think the normal procedure - after successful anal copulation - is for the two of us to help each other clean up," I told him. "Then we see if either of us is going to suggest that we meet up again, and after that we shake hands and tell each other how much we enjoyed it."

"You might wanna meet up again?" he asked cheerfully.

"Very much so," I smiled. "But only on the condition that next time we have sex, I get a turn too!"

"Of course you can!" he grinned.

"Maybe an old fella like me could teach you a thing or two," I offered. "Just a few kindly offered suggestions about pacing and how to vary the technique..."

"Yeah, maybe you could!" he chuckled. "That'd be well slick, that!"

As I walked back out into the coffee shop, still heaving with a long queue of customers from the one-woman service battling to cope behind the counter, I saw him approach his frizzy-haired colleague with some trepidation.

"I'm gonna tell head office about what you were up to," she muttered at him as she frothed up a jug of milk.

"Yeah, well I'll tell them about what you did," he challenged her, resuming some of his earlier self-assurance. "Except that I've got proof, haven't I? What proof have you got?"

"You promised you'd deleted that!" she hissed, scowling furiously at him.

"I didn't promise anything!" he countered, as I left them to it and went back out into the mall.

I looked around for the lad who had called himself Curtis but it seemed that he'd beat a hasty retreat. Perhaps another good Samaritan had bought him his precious game, or perhaps he'd given up on the prospect of a Sunday in front of his Xbox and had instead resolved to interact with the real world.

Never mind, I thought. I'd found myself a rather more interesting young man who'd proven himself to be far more game than the game boy to enjoy a bit of fun with me. A guy who, if he kept to his word when he'd keyed my number into his phone, would soon be contacting me again to arrange a second hook-up for the two of us in the more comfortable surroundings of my bedroom at home.

And my first gift to him - if he didn't see it as too much of a come-on - would be a pack of stylish underwear, tastefully presented over a couple of glasses of good wine.