"Are you gonna hold my head down?" Brush Cut retorted acidly.
"I … Okay, forget it, okay? I’m sorry — I overreacted. Awright?" Fred’s dick was tool steel; somehow, the fact that there were probably fifteen pieces of pussy right outside the door who could take care of him had slipped his mind, too.
"Yeah, sorry, I forgot you were a newby. You do such an incredible job…" Brush Cut knelt up and went to work on Fred’s aching meat. Fred basked in the compliment — until he realized that he was being complimented on his skill as a cocksucker. Even then, it was sort of an accomplishment … Soon, Brush Cut had him on the ropes again; it was something no cunt had ever managed in a blow job — he seemed to have an instinct for when Fred was on the cusp — and he would back off and prolong things, driving Fred crazy! Backing off, Brush Cut asked, "Are you ready for the trick?"
"Yeah, sure!" It was supposed to be incredible…
"Okay, flop back some and scoot your ass over the edge. Look, you’re gonna have to trust me…" Brush Cut admonished at Fred’s dubious look. "It’s no problem if you don’t want it … Spread your legs — I need to get at your ass." That got him another look, but Brush Cut waggled his currently limp dick, "C’mon! I’m gonna get THIS in THERE? Trust me!"
"Awright," Fred spread his legs and scooted down — and felt Brush Cut’s finger at his asshole. Brush Cut just looked at him, jacking him until he settled back — but Fred wasn’t letting anything pass his bunghole…
"Pull your legs up, Man — I’ve got an idea," Brush Cut offered. Fred reluctantly grabbed his knees, then got the surprise of his life as Brush Cut started tonguing his asshole! Surprise changed to pleasure — this was pretty cool! Fred settled back, enjoying the hand jacking his cock and the tongue probing his asshole — and it did the trick; Fred relaxed and started taking the tongue through his bung, enjoying the feel of the hot, wet flesh.
"Man, is this the surprise?" Fred asked. "It’s fuckin' great!"
"No, it’s the preparation…" Brush Cut murmured. In a moment, his tongue was replaced by a finger that wormed up Fred’s asshole, taking advantage of the relaxation the tongue work had produced in Fred’s sphincter.
"Hey!" Fred grunted, but Brush Cut had again lowered his mouth on Fred’s cock, so after an initial glare, Fred subsided. Brush Cut started going to town on his dick, bringing Fred’s charge up … After a bit, Fred more or less forgot about the finger — it was in there and it wasn’t moving, and apparently It wasn’t gonna get added to…
But then it DID move, feeling around — and Fred discovered an INCREDIBLE urgency! "YAAAAAAAHHHH!" he howled, going stiff as a board while his dick gushed into Brush Cut’s mouth.
Brush Cut made a point of opening his mouth to display Fred’s jizz before swallowing, then chuckling, "I TOLD you it would blow your head off!"
Fred struggled up on his elbows, "Yeah, wow! What the fuck?"
"Prostate massage, Man. I tickled the gland that makes your dick hard, and it liked it…" Brush Cut explained.
"Shit, I guess!" Fred grunted.
Brush Cut grinned. "I’ll leave you some for pussy," he announced, rising and walked out, waving vaguely. "Thanks for the suck…"
At that point, Fred was hooked; Brush Cut was apparently right — bitches just didn’t get it. Subsequent efforts at training brought some of his female sex partners — notably Louise — a mastery of the techniques, but they lacked a feel for what he was going through — a feel that would allow them to tease him and extend his pleasure, rather than fighting just to get there.
The next party found him more or less waiting for Brush Cut to arrive; instead of filling the activity into an open spot in his calendar, Fred held off, passing up two different bitches to save his first load for his male partner. When Brush Cut DID show up, Fred went right over to him, shaking hands and greeting him — and finally discovering that his name was Greg. Greg grinned at him and played up, and they headed for the sauna again.
This time, they didn’t fart around; Greg put some towels down on the bench and stretched out on it, then said, "Climb on top and we’ll do a sixty-nine." Fred didn’t quibble — he did as he was asked, and was soon happily sucking and bobbing on Greg’s curved cock while Greg lipped his meat from below.
Greg got his finger in Fred’s ass pretty quickly, too — but he didn’t just set Fred off. Instead, he teased Fred’s gland just enough to be pleasurable without making him blow his wad right away. At Greg’s gasped insistence, Fred went looking for Greg’s prostate and found it, learning what to do to tease the most pleasure out of it. And when Greg surged up and blew his load, Fred took it in and swallowed without complaint.
When they were relaxing on the bench after Fred got his own nut, Fred asked, "How come I never heard of this prostate thing? Can bitches do it?"
"Sure," Greg replied. "With training, anyone can. Hookers know all about it and treat it as an add-on — although some of them might give it to you for free, because you’ll shoot your load quicker and they can get back to hunting for their next customer that much sooner." He rubbed his hand over his stubbly haircut, "You don’t seem to have much respect for women…"
"Yah, well, most of 'em are only good for one thing — and you have to kowtow to 'em to get it — putting up with their stupid shit…" Fred grunted. "Even marriage is a deal for them to get everything they want while doling out pussy in dribs and drabs, mostly."
Greg shook his head. "Can’t argue with that…" He got up, swatting Fred gently on the thigh. "At least ours don’t bitch when we get some strange! See you later…" Then he was gone, leaving Fred to recover for a bit longer, then wander out to get HIS strange…
Fred and Louise were a bit late getting to the next party; Greg was right there at the door, waiting for him. Fred saw to it that Louise got a dick stuck in her to keep her busy, then the pair headed off to the sauna.
Greg parked Fred on the bench and blew him for a while, then raised up. "You know, the prostate thing has other advantages…"
"Yeah?" Fred was ready for most anything, at this point.
"Yeah. You ever do a woman in the ass?"
"Couple of times," Fred admitted. "Most of 'em get all pissy…"
"Yeah, well, they enjoy it some, but they aren’t REALLY equipped, if you know what I mean…"
Fred frowned. "No … What DO you mean?"
"I mean they don’t have the gland in there, making it more fun."
"Oh." Fred wasn’t sure where to go with that.
Greg nursed his meat some more before looking up again, "Look, I’ve got an itch that needs scratching, you know? I need something bigger than a finger…"
Fred raised an eyebrow. "You want it up the ass?"
"Yeah," Greg admitted. "I’ll bend over and jerk off and you use this pole of yours to tickle my gland…"
"Won’t that be fuckin' messy?"
"I cleaned myself out before I came — gave myself an enema. Even lubed things a bit…" Greg replied.
"Well, awright. What if I…"
"Blow a wad in there? Go ahead. Hell, I want you to. I’ll get my old lady to suck it out, later…" Greg grinned from ear to ear.
That thought appealed to Fred; soon he was pushing his cock through Greg’s bunghole. It was tight, to start — he might not have been able to do it without Greg having lubed it a bit — but soon he was all in and moving freely. Greg grunted and groaned, pulling his meat; Fred didn’t know whether he was loving it or in pain until Greg grunted, "Go ahead, get yours. If I’m too loose, swat me on the ass and I’ll clench up some…"