Beginnings, anal, M/MM
Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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A Berkeley Bottom
By
Wolf
I grew up in Santa Monica, California not far from the pier. The house was a refurbished old 1920's California stucco styled Spanish bungalow. My father had been born in Sweden and migrated to California. People think that all Swedes are blondes, nut he had black hair turning gray at the temples. His face was narrow with high cheekbones, and he frowned when he was spanking me.
Growing up my dad would spank or strap me whenever he caught me doing something inopportune like smoking or playing with my penis. When I became a teenager, he put in on an honor system. My father and I worked out an HONOR SYSTEM FOR PUNISHMENT for doing things that annoyed my father. Dad made me promise to report to him if I smoked, masturbated or committed any other misdeeds.
Every Saturday, I would have to report to him in the den. Where he would be sitting at his desk. I would I along some of my underpants with cum stains on them ss proof of my misconduct. I would have to take off my clothes, including my shoes and socks in preparation of my father giving me a spanking. I would confess everything I had done wrong for the past week. I should ask for punishment rather than try to hide it and get away with it. Dad would take out a two-layer leather strap and gently strap my butt. The sound of the strap on my butt sounded worse than it. On other occasions, he would use his open hand until the cheeks of my butt would be hot and red.
It always embarrassed me when I removed my clothes because I always sprang an erection. I received my punishment stand up. I actually learned to enjoy the spankings. Dad seemed to enjoy watching my butt change from creamy white to flaming red and watching my penis bounce up and down. When the spanking was over, I'd hug him and thank him for making me a better boy. Then I'd go to my room and take out a clean pair of underpants and jack off into them. I thought about a guy at school in the gym class. He had a large penis and some hair on his butt already. (I think he was a bit of a perv).
I was late in discovering that I was not only gay but a confirmed bottom. When I was an eighteen-year-old entering the University of California at Berkeley I was only a couple of weeks from completing my undergraduate studies and had been accepted for my postgraduate degrees. I had been living on campus for four years and was tired of the lack of privacy. I wanted to find a place off-campus.
I picked up the student newspaper and looked through the Rentals ads. One, "Two men need a third," caught my eye, and I decided to call the telephone number. It was a Friday afternoon, not the best time to do the hunting for a place, but I got an answer right away. The man on the other end of the call said he was Howard, and that if I wanted to talk more about living with two guys, I might want to come over on Saturday morning. I was welcome to stay the weekend, so I might want to bring my toothbrush, Howard said.
Saturday morning, I headed down to lower Berkeley. The address was a two-story house with cedar shingle siding, the kind of house that would have been built in the early 20th century. The man who answered the door said he was Howard. He had plain straight brown hair and a body that if not athletic, was in good shape. The other man at the door introduced himself as Arnoldo. He had curly black hair and was thin. Both appeared to be in their late 30s or early 40s. They were both wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Howard had scruffy chest hair, whereas Arnoldo's chest was covered with curly black fur. I figured, they were making a statement of some kind, interviewing me as a potential tenant in their underwear. Howard seemed to catch my uncertainty about the situation. He said that they were both gay, that they were lovers, but that they were both tops. They wanted to find a bottom who was sexually eager and willing to participate sexually with them. They were not looking for a threesome, Howard emphasized. They wanted a bottom guy who was not looking for an emotional connection but who wanted or needed to live with them and be fucked. If I was interested in such an arrangement, we could talk about it. If I wasn't, no need to stay. I said I'd like to talk. They poured some coffee and we got down to details.
They took me on a tour of their home. It was a two- story building. There were three bedrooms upstairs, each with its own attached bathroom, so each of us would have his own bedroom and bathroom. Although Howard and Arnoldo were lovers, they didn't sleep together, because their sleeping habits were different. Howard didn't like to be awakened in the middle of the night, but Arnoldo awakes in the middle of the night to take a piss.
We eventually returned to the living room to continue our conversation while the three of us sat on the couch with me in the middle. They were still in their boxers with their cocks out. I was still fully dressed, but they were starting to remove my clothes.
I explained that I was going to be a graduate student in the fall and wanted to explore my gay sexuality, but didn't want to come out in a dorm here everyone knows what goes on.
Howard and Arnoldo were very sympatric. Arnoldo said that he taught Spanish at the university. Howard was a certified public accountant for a firm in downtown Berkeley. Both were seriously topping sexually, and they were looking for a bottom that was not interested in an emotional attachment.
I said I thought I could. Only a few weeks earlier, I had had my first sexual experience with a guy I met in a San Francisco bar. He took me to his hotel room and had me take off my clothes. He stripped to his boxers and let his penis hang out of the fly. He then proceeded to fuck my ass three times. At the end of the third time, he didn't pull out, but he left his penis in until he finished peeing in my ass. When he did pull out, I barely made it to the bathroom in time.
"That's an old Bay Region custom," Howard commented. "If you want us to do that, we can, and it's a perfect way to keep you clean because you'll need the bathroom as soon as you're filled up with piss. A top who does that to you is saying he would like to give you anal another time, and it's not demeaning you, it's a sign he was very pleased and wants to share something besides semen. In case you don't know the underwear code, short gym shorts or boxers signify being a top, and if a guy wears a jockstrap, he's telling you he's covering up his stuff but his anus is open for the taking. Boxers and gym shorts cover up your butt. A man who walks around his house in short gym shorts is probably telling you he's hot for you, especially if his dick is hanging down out of one of the legs of the shorts."
I had no idea how complicated the choreography of male-male sex was, but I knew it was the world I wanted to join, and I was lucky to have found Howard and Arnoldo to show me the way.
While Howard was unbuttoning my shirt, Arnoldo was busy unfastening my pants. I was wearing my usual white Hanes jockey shorts. (I made a note to myself that I had to buy a half dozen jockstraps). When they finished undressing me, they asked if I was ready to get fucked. When I agreed to let them fuck me. They carefully picked me up and placed me on the sturdy coffee table on my back. Howard reached for a bottle of lubricant I had not noticed before and proceeded to lubricate a magnificent cock. I watched every move carefully, as he lifted my legs and placed my legs over his shoulders and stuck a greasy finger up my ass. As he prepared to breed me for the first time, Arnoldo came around the table to stand in front of my head and unsnapped his boxer shorts and let them fall to the floor.
I was leaning my head back, looking at Arnoldo's cock upside down looking as he straddled my head and used two fingers to stuff his cock into my mouth. I felt Howard's cock stretching my sphincter to what I thought was the limit. There came that point when I felt his pubic bone covered with that thick mat of dark pubic hair pressed against my scrotum. He stated fucking me slowly but the longer he fucked me the pace quickened until he was slamming his body into my ass like a jackhammer. Arnoldo was also fucking my mouth with as much enthusiasm. When they had both finished depositing cum in me, they changed places and Arnoldo fucked my ass while Howard fucked my mouth.
We rested and Arnoldo made lunch for the three of us. The rest of the day and evening was spent eating, drinking, and fucking. When it was agreed that we should give it a rest and go to bed for the evening.
We retired to our own bedroom and did what we needed to do in the adjoining bathrooms. It was difficult for me to go to sleep for a number of reasons. There was the smell of a strange bedroom, sleeping in the nude, and my ass was still throbbing. When I heard Arnoldo flushing the toilet in his bedroom, I checked the clock and it was 2:00 am. It was at least a couple of hours later before I went to sleep.
Sunday morning, I got up late and relieved myself and brushed my teeth, I chose to get dressed before joining them in the kitchen. Just as I thought both of them were only wearing track shorts with their cock keeping out of the leg holes.
The morning was spent with their cocks in my ass or mouth. After lunch, it was agreed that I would move in with them. We got dressed and they dove me back to my dorm where I packed up all of my belongings. It took several trips to load everything in the car. I checked out id the dorm and paid the bill for the rent.
We made it a practice to leave all three-bedroom doors open. Many a night when Arnoldo would get up during the night to pee, he would come into my room. I didn't have to see him to know who it was because I could feel his foreskin. It was long and tubular (Howard's was circumcised). Also, Arnoldo's body had a warm oily smell, that I like. The manly smell mainly came from his crotch and foreskin area.
I prefer to sleep on my left side, so Arnoldo would come in and cuddle up behind me. All I had to do was lift my right leg to give him easy access to my butt hole. Arnoldo had no trouble getting it into my rectum. His fucking style was brisk and refreshing. As though each time he was inventing anal penetration all over again. He was very much concerned with pleasing himself, as most tops are. And they should be because if a top doesn't have a good time and freely concern himself with his own fuck sensations, he can't really do a good job. So, I was never manipulated to orgasm by either Howard or Arnoldo. I just enjoyed being given a fuck, and my role was to be concerned with the thrusting intrusion each of them gave me. I liked being serviced that way, and they appreciated that I never interfered with their fucking.
Arnoldo taught classes at 11 and 1, and had lunch on campus in between the classes. Then he headed back to the house and change into his short gym shorts with no jockstrap underneath. Seeing him exposing himself in the gym short (sometimes just a small peak, sometimes his whole dick hanging out) always stimulated me, and I welcomed seeing the gym shorts come down, his signal that I was going to be given a fucking. I usually wore nothing more or less than a jockstrap around the house, so I was ready to be lubricated and given a fuck then and there. After fucking me, he got supper ready. Sometimes if I was feeling horny in the morning before he left to teach his 11 o'clock class, I'd ask him to fuck me, and I don't remember that he ever refused my request. If he was going to give me a fuck in the morning, he pulled me into his bathroom and let me watch him piss. Because Arnoldo had a tubular foreskin, the stream came out in a tubular but spattering pattern. He knew I liked to watch it, and smiled at me instead of looking to see what he was doing, so sometimes his aim was unsteady and he had to wipe the toilet rim. He also liked to tease me by pulling me into his bathroom so I could watch him piss. He obviously enjoyed developing various styles of pissing. Sometimes he'd just pull up the leg of his gym shorts to take a leak, rather than just taking them off or lowering the shorts.
Howard's sexual style was quite different. Because he worked long hours, giving me a fuck was something he looked forward to all day. Arnoldo not only cooked supper (very simply) but also washed the dishes, so right after supper, Howard would take me to his bedroom and strip to his boxer shorts, letting his penis hang out. It was circumcised, but thicker than Arnoldo's. For the first few weeks, I lived with Howard and Arnoldo, I had some trouble getting used to the thickness of Howard's dick. He gave me a slow and ponderous fuck, to make it easier for me to take. Because Howard was circumcised, he was less sensitive than Arnoldo, and he took longer.
Sometimes Arnoldo would come into Howard's bedroom while Howard was fucking me, and he'd kiss Howard. Well, the two were lovers, so why not? But sometimes I felt excluded. If I felt that way for a moment, I remembered that I was getting fucks from both of them, a privilege some men would have paid a lot for. Incidentally, I did pay rent to them for my room there, so maybe you could say I was paying for the sex they were giving me.
Weekends were pretty much like weekdays sexually, except that timings different. So, I let Howard and Arnoldo announce when they were going out of the house (usually for shopping) and when they'd get back, and when they want to fuck me. This helped in planning. After all, I was a student. But living with two guys both of whom wanted to get their dicks into my butt for good butt sex did sexualize me. I was aware of a "well fucked" feeling in my anus frequently, and mentally I was psyched up for the next fucking I would be given. Both of them thought my butt was cute, so if they saw me around the house, it wasn't unusual for them to get excited and have a bulge in their gym shorts or boxer shorts. So, there was a pervasive atmosphere of gay sex in the house pretty much all the time.
I would achieve orgasms in between fuck times with them, I'd masturbate thinking of them. And also, they didn't mind my taking their underwear to bed with me so I could have a good sniff.
Somehow, I did get my thesis done. But it took me a year longer than I had originally thought it might. My professor thought I had done a better job than most graduate students did. Well, maybe I was more inspired. And inseminated. As far as I know, I didn't drip semen out of my anus when I was on campus, but that's probably because when I went to campus, I took the precaution of wearing a butt plug.
A few years back, I joined a gym that looked rather gay to me. One of the members seemed like he was a Gay male hustler. He was, but he was beginning to age a little and was getting less business. (He wasn't a street hustler, but his clientele included some adult sons of Hollywood people). He loved fucking their suntanned asses, and they paid him well for topping them (he was strictly a top). He had made good money giving wealthy young men anal sex, and he thought the time had come for retirement.
He was having his house painted, and he needed a place to stay for a month. I offered to put him up in my apartment for a month; he accepted, but on condition that He would fuck me as often as I wanted.
So, I was PROFESSIONALLY FUCKED. (Viagra and Poppers had come into use by that time). He was able with the aid of that to give me a fuck for as long as I wanted it. (He could sometimes go an hour with the aid of modern chemistry), as often as I wanted. I told him that with talents like that, he shouldn't just retire, he should find a new occupation, like teaching unattached young bottoms how to get fucked. He did that on an individual basis, and even found a student whom he liked topping so much that the two of them became a couple. They may still be together as far as I know.
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