So Fred found himself banging away at a guy’s ass … It wasn’t bad, either — Fred kind of figured that on the giving end, ass was ass. On the taking end, he couldn’t guess, though — although Greg seemed to feel that guys had one up … It took a while, but Fred got a nut, blowing his wad up Greg’s ass into his guts; Greg seemed fine with it, grunting, "Yeah, that was good — but I didn’t finish. Finish me?" Given what he’d just done, only an asshole would leave the poor fucker hanging, so Fred got down and blew him, trying to do a good job. It only took a little bit, so Fred figured Greg must have been worked up, after all — and he let it ride that Greg held him down while he blew his nut in Fred’s mouth; in fact, he took a page from Greg’s playbook and displayed his mouthful of Greg’s jizz to him before swallowing it.
"So, that was good shit?" Fred asked, after the act was over and Greg was getting his breath.
"Yeah. It’s … hard to explain. It’s sort of being on the receiving end, you know? Like a bitch…" Greg grinned, having deliberately used Fred’s standard nickname for the other sex.
"You didn’t pop a nut…" Fred murmured.
"Well, no," Greg agreed. "Sometimes you don’t — in fact, sometimes your dick just goes totally limp — but the feeling is there, anyway, just as if you were rock hard and pounding it. It’s like everything is lit up from your ass to the tip of your cock. I’ve had it happen both ways; I’ve blown a nut that way, too. There is a mental component that’s hard to explain, but hey, you’re having the gland poked, too, you know?"
"Doesn’t it tear your ass up?"
"No. Think about it — you probably pass bigger things every time you take a crap. Sure, the door is supposed to be one way, but once it’s open … Here, I’ll show you…"
"Hey, I didn’t sign up for THAT!" Fred howled.
"C’mon, I’m limp, Man! Buck up, for Christ’s sake! I’ll just use two fingers!" He winked, adding, "With a little tongue action to lube it up, first…" He got Fred organized, flopping back on the bench with his knees up, got down and started rimming him.
Fred loved that shit — he vowed to make Louise do it — often! As it was, Greg went long enough to get him to open up his asshole and get spit-wet, then slid in a finger, "That’s one…" He ran it in and out, letting Fred get used to it, then spat on his hand and pressed forward with a second.
"Easy!" Fred grunted, "Shit!"
"It’ll be okay, once it’s lubed properly," Greg assured him and spat some more. "We ought to have some K-Y — I’ll remember, next time. You ought to think about getting an enema before coming out to party, too — it makes things a lot tastier and less messy…"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Fred grunted — like he was gonna take it … But soon Greg had the two fingers up and running, and was hunting for Fred’s prostate on the out-stroke — and Fred had to admit it felt pretty good. The third finger was in there before Fred realized it; he gazed at Greg’s hand wide-eyed as he pushed the fingers in and out.
"A little lube, and you’d be surprised," Greg grunted. "I’ve seen videos of guys who took it up to the elbow!"
"Well, not me!" Fred grunted.
"No, not like this — no way. We aren’t here to get hurt. Feel good? You got a boner again — why don’t you jack it? Or I can blow you…"
Fred’s answer was to offer his dick to the guy; Greg started sucking and Fred lay back and just enjoyed the whole thing — the hot, wet mouth on his dick, the fingers that brought little flashes as they worked the sensitive spots in his ass. Despite having recently cum, Fred got to the point of a second nut very quickly — and Greg played him, keeping him at or just below the peak for a couple of minutes after he WOULD have blown a wad before bringing him off again.
When it was over, Fred was as limp as a dishrag; Greg just grinned at him, waved, "See you later," and walked out.
Fred never got organized enough to get any pussy that night.
Louise had an interesting couple of days after that; Fred insisted that she rim him once and he fucked her in the ass twice that week. But she didn’t get it — that was obvious — and she had the wrong attitude about everything. Fred realized that this kind of thing wasn’t something you got into with your average bitch; it would take a real slut to get into it all, and even then, being female, she might not really get the whole thing … That led him to realize that if he was going to do this kind of shit, he was going to have to stick with his current teacher…
Somewhere in there, the decision to get an enema made itself; Fred secreted himself in a restroom off a job site two days before the next party and got a surprise, since he hadn’t realized what a gut-wrenching experience enemas were. Nonetheless, on party night, Fred warily underwent the procedure again…
Parking Louise on somebody else’s dick at the party seemed to take FOREVER; Greg hung out in the door to the next room grinning at Fred while he did it, then led off to the usual place. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" Greg asked, grinning, when they were settled.
"I … did an enema," Fred replied slowly.
"Yeah?" Greg’s eyes evaluated him. "Cool. I brought some lube … Who’s first?"
"Uhhh…"
"Yeah, yeah…" Greg flopped back on the bench, lifting his knees, and flipped a small bottle at Fred. "Don’t use too much — it’ll ruin things — no friction…"
Fred stood there a moment, indecisive, then grunted, "No, let’s get me out of the way, first."
Greg sat up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Greg got up and waved at the bench, "Be my guest…"
"It works the way you were laid out?" Fred asked, dubious.
"Just like pussy," Greg grinned.
"Okay." Fred flopped back on the bench and lifted his legs under Greg’s direction, then watched him lube two fingers before feeling them probe his asshole. In the last week, Fred had been VERY conscious of his ass — and as a result, he knew how to make the whole thing easier by relaxing his bunghole; Greg’s fingers slipped in fairly easily. Fred dropped his head back and concentrated on the feel of them in his ass.
In a moment, Greg withdrew them and started wiping lube onto his cock, "You can watch or not — it’s up to you. Some guys tighten up if they watch — but it’s your cherry, you know?" Greg grinned.
"Yeah," Fred grunted, raising his head. Greg had a point…
Greg jacked Fred’s cock with lube-sticky hands while positioning his curved member against Fred’s asshole. "Here we go…"
It felt like a baseball bat. Greg reminded Fred, "You pass bigger than this through there all the time, I bet — it’s all in your head…" Fred willed himself to loosen up, and it got better. "Okay, the head is in," Greg grunted, "It gets easier from here, but I’ll take it slow … Why don’t you jerk your meat? It’ll add to the fun…" Greg started rocking back and forth, occasionally wiping his shaft with lubed fingers while he overcame Fred’s resistance and sank it slowly into Fred’s ass.
Fred took Greg’s suggestion and started jacking his cock — nothing urgent, just enough to get pleasure from it. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes, concentrating on the probe invading his ass. It was … okay. Greg was taking it easy, but he was making headway; Fred could feel his shaft slithering back and forth in his bunghole, rubbing the rubbery ring of muscle as it slid in and out. Greg was right — it was easier once his cock head was buried inside and Fred’s asshole had no further requirement to expand. Fred knew the guy was balls deep before Greg grunted, "Okay, that’s it — I’m gonna start trying to get a stroke on…"