The Retreat

We kissed, the reverse of yesterday's tentative first approach, this time urgently, tongues probing each other's mouth; but then gently, like the lovers we had so quickly become. As I rested my head onto his shoulder I could feel his kisses on my neck and his hands stroking my arse. We stood for a while, seconds or minutes, I couldn't tell, before beginning to undress each other. We took our time, shirts first, each button unloosened punctuated by small peeks on the cheek or lips. Soon we stood, both clad only in our briefs, mine black, his a purple colour, fronts bulging.

There was no necessity to coax erections this time, the head of his cock was already poking above his waistband; mine, being less well endowed, still covered but outlined in the thin cotton fabric.

We began to rub each other through the material as if prolonging the moment when we were both uncovered. When we could stand it no longer we each drew the other's briefs down, simultaneously, both of us sliding down to the hard floor. We pulled each other close again, but it was now bare cock rubbing exquisitely against bare cock. I looked down as his fingers encircled mine and began to wank me slowly, I did the same to his. Unbidden, together, as if our minds had become one, we lay down reversed; my head at his groin, his at mine.

As his cock filled my mouth we both knew that unlike yesterday when this was the main course, today it was only an appetiser for what was to come. Still, the feeling as his cock slid in and out of my mouth was almost mind blowing in its erotic intensity. That such a simple action could induce such feelings in me of both love and lust in equal measure was something I was still trying to understand.

I felt him leave my cock for an instant and heard him opening a drawer, then he was back. I watched as he opened a small box and removed a tube of gel from it. He was still sucking me as he squeezed a pea sized piece of lubricant into his finger. I waited in anticipation as his hand moved between my legs and his finger sought out my opening. The first sensation was of the coolness of the gel, then a hotness as his finger penetrated me causing me to flinch slightly. I wondered then what his cock would feel like and I must admit to a little trepidation. I watched as he added more lube to the end of his finger, smiling at me as he did. As his finger entered me I tried to relax as much as I could, almost wishing the preliminaries were over and, in spite of the discomfort, something more substantial was sliding into me.

He pushed on, this time more insistently. A moments total relaxation of my sphincter and he was in. It was then that I realised I had stopped sucking on him and him on me. My first anal penetration, albeit only by a finger, was now complete. Again he removed his finger to apply more lube and his mouth covered my cock. I felt him enter me again, this time sliding in effortlessly. Bob took me deeper into his mouth as his finger fucked me, but I wanted more from him, however uncomfortable it may be. I eased back from him, almost reluctantly, and found myself on 'all fours', presenting myself to him. His cock was rock hard from my sucking and I watched over my shoulder as he lubricated it, anticipation growing along with my fear.

I bent my head down onto the cold wooden floor as I felt his cockhead at my virgin arsehole. As he began to enter me with his stiff pole I couldn't help but tense up, he seemed so big, and my hole so very small. The impression of heat became intense as his glans entered me and I bid him to pause. I breathed deeply as he began again to push into me another fraction until he once more encountered my sphincter. As I bore down onto him my hands went behind me to pull on his hips. It was as if a dam had broken and he slid into me to the hilt. The sensation was electric, the combination of heat and fullness overpowering me. Although my erection had subsided slightly it bore no relationship to my arousal, my whole body felt like one big receptacle, just for him.

I looked over my shoulder at Bob, "Fuck me," I whispered to him. He began with almost imperceptible movements, but soon his thrusts were deeper, more powerful, until his cock was almost out of me before he drove it back in to the hilt. I was being fucked by another man, and loving it. He reached over me and began to wank me. Yesterday that alone would have been enough to send me into paroxysms of pleasure, but not tonight, it was his arse fucking that was overpowering my senses.

I removed his hand and began pushing back onto his cock, driving myself onto him, impaling myself onto his stiff rod. I heard him groan and actually felt his cock beginning to pulse inside my tight channel as he unleashed a torrent of cum into me. I swear I felt every pulse jetting into me, or I thought I did. As his cum filled me the 'going' became even easier as he drove in and out, not a trace of discomfort, only indescribable pleasure.

I felt his cock going limp inside me and soon, too soon, my sphincter pushed him out, no control I had could stop it however reluctant I was to let him go. Bob slumped back onto the floor, his face red from his exertions, mine from the ultimate pleasure he had given me.

As I lay alongside him we kissed yet again as he stroked my hardening prick. His was limp against his thigh but somehow I knew he still wanted me, still want me to do to him what he had done to me.

As I watched him smearing lube onto my erection his own cock stiffened again. I suppose I expected him to take up the same position as I had but instead he threw one leg over me and lowered himself down onto my now hard cock. With barely a pause my prick slid into him, he must have noticed my surprise.

Unlike me, Bob had paved the way by using a vibrator when he masturbated making his first penetration by a real cock so much easier than mine had been. This I didn't find out until later when we used vibrators on each other. To be simultaneously fucked and sucked was something we both learned to love.

Probably because of that as he rode my cock that first time his erection didn't subside, but grew harder. I reached out to him, using his own movement to wank him, my hand gripping his cock, but staying still. Even with his previous penchant for wanking with the vibrator his arsehole was still so tight I knew I couldn't last long. I suppose Bob knew that because he paused, his hand covered mine and we stroked his cock together. As he began moving again I looked at the grimace on his face and knew he was about to spill a second load. I opened my mouth straining my neck to get as close to him as possible. My open mouth caught the bulk of his discharge as my own cock erupted into him. The amount of his second ejaculation, I think, surprised us both. A positive torrent of cum jetted from him and I swallowed every salty drop. He continued to ride my cock until it became too limp and slid out of him, then he slumped down onto me.

We lay together for a while, limp cock against limp cock. Mine showed some signs of life but his remained soft after his double climax in such a short while. He moved to one side and wanked me as we kissed, his tongue exploring my mouth, mine remaining almost passive. His stroking became harder and faster as his lips pressed against mine. As my hips rose to meet him, my second climax imminent, he broke off to take my cock once more into his mouth. I ejaculated once more into his mouth, but with much less cum than before. Sliding up my prone body we kissed, sharing my own cum mixed with his saliva. I could taste the difference between my own ejaculate and his, something I had never considered before, that each person's cum tasted different.

Time sped passed as we lay, naked, Bob's head resting onto my chest as I stroked his hair, my other hand busy at his groin. I found out I gained considerable pleasure playing with his limp cock, almost as much as his hard one, but not quite. The softness of his shaft was in stark contrast to what had been so recently in my mouth and we once more turned into a '69 position to suck on each other. Both of us knew that an erection would be almost impossible but the eroticism of the act still aroused us mentally. Now that Bob was limp I found I could take all of his cock into my mouth to the root and allow my tongue to swirl over the end. This was a pleasure we had yet to come, the feel of our cocks rising in the other's mouth. In the dawning of our relationship we were almost fully erect before we began 'playing' with each other, but as our excitement diminished slightly with further encounters, we discovered the pleasure even a limp cock can give, and take.

Soon we knew it was time to return to our wives. We agreed reluctantly to limit our meetings to twice a week in the retreat and to be closer, as a foursome, than we had been to eliminate any suspicion. Not that we would ever include our partners in any sex games, those were reserved for us . . . alone.

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