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This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, all of which, I can assure you, are physically possible.
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Author's Note.
This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.
Getting a Life. Part 2 - Tim's tale
I jumped out of bed and made a quick search. Yes, I was alone in the place. As I returned to the bedroom through my tears I noticed a piece of paper pinned to the pillow on the side of the bed that he had occupied. I snatched it and read:
"Had to go and do some things. You looked so beautiful asleep that I hadn't the heart to wake you. See you on the Tube.
Mark."
An immense wave of relief flowed over me. He hadn't dumped me, I was going to see him again. I looked at the alarm clock, it showed 4pm, so I quickly got dressed and went shopping. Now I could really show him that I could cook.
At the supermarket I picked up a family pack of pork chops, a cheap bottle of white wine, a six pack of beer and a few other sundry items. Back home I began preparing to cook the pork chops in the wine. There were 4 large chops in the packet so I thought that if he got 3, then I could get by on the other one.
I set the timer on the oven so that they would be ready when I usually get home. Marinating in the wine all night should tenderise them nicely.
How I got through the rest of that evening I do not know. My mind kept running over the things that he had done to me, and the things that he had made me do to him. I was quite thankful when the time rolled round for me to go to work.
This was my last shift of the week. However, this 8-hour shift seemed more like an 80-hour shift. Eventually my relief came on and I could hand over and run down to the Tube station.
The train pulled in and at first I couldn't see him, then I saw him sitting on one of the forward facing seats. He was in the seat nearest the aisle and he got up and motioned me into the window seat.
There were no standing passengers and all the seated ones were either sleeping or lost in their newspapers, so he kissed me and rekindled the fire. How we got home without being arrested for indecency is a mystery, his hands were everywhere, he even got his hand down the back of my pants and was fingering my ass. Then he put my hand on his cock just to prove to me how hot I was making him.
On the way through the park I declined to go into the bushes with him and ruin another pair of pants, so we almost ran all the way home. Once inside he grabbed me and began kissing. I got all warm and fuzzy again. I felt like a sailor's wife whose husband has just returned after months at sea. Before I knew it he had me naked and kneeling before him.
"You'd better take this load in your mouth." He said, "I'd be shooting it before I could ever get it in you." And with that I found I had my mouth round his manhood.
This time I did it slowly and savoured the experience. His organ was incredibly sensitive and I began to learn how to use my tongue to give him the greatest enjoyment. There is some perverse satisfaction in kneeling before a great barbarian using your mouth to control him by giving him wave after wave of pleasure.
Now I also used my hands to explore his body. Those legs; running my hands over them was making me shiver. I reached for his balls and found them drawn tight up against the shaft of his manhood; he was very close to the edge.
This time he was letting me do my own thing. By listening to the various moans and groans he was making, I could guide him towards an orgasm. I wanted to remember exactly what it felt like when he came in my mouth. The last time I had been far too excited to retain all the details.
As he got closer and closer I did nothing to distract him from his course. I just rubbed his balls and the bit of the shaft just behind them. There I felt the first signal of what was coming my way, the bit behind his balls pulsed, then his cock bucked and I could now feel the semen rushing past my fingers, down the length of his cock and flooding into my mouth.
I carefully tasted it rather than just gulping it down. I had somehow expected it to taste terrible, but it didn't, in fact it was quite nice. The next buck of his cock and a fresh wave of cum rudely interrupted my musing on the flavour. I swallowed and began to suck in anticipation of more. In the end he had to pull my head off his cock. I just knelt there and caught the drips on my tongue as they oozed out.
"God almighty, you just sucked my nuts dry and I've had a raging hard on all night just thinking about you." He said, dragging me to my feet and planting his lips on mine. "I love it when you smell of cock and cum."
After we had finished kissing he stripped himself and got me laid on the floor. "Now it is time to teach you a few things." He said as he sat on my chest facing towards my feet. "First, you are going to learn to rim me."
With that he pulled my legs apart and buried his face between my buns and began to lick me and dig into me with his tongue. Then just when I was writhing about I felt his weight lift off my chest. I opened my eyes and saw his buns closing on my face. I somehow controlled my panic and forced myself to allow my face to slip into the musky smelling space between them. His tongue was doing wonderful things to my ring and it seemed only fair to return the favour.
Actually it wasn't as bad as you would think. I was just getting into the swing of things when he suddenly changed his tactics. He pulled off my ass and replaced his tongue with his finger. Naturally he went straight for my hot spot and began to drive me wild. By now I was forcing my tongue as far through his ring as I could.
"That's a good girl. But your tongue is the only part of you that'll ever get inside me." He said and God alone knows why, but this turned me on. Then he struck. His mouth was wrapped round my cock. For the first time ever my cock was inside someone!
Now a little while ago I may have laboured under the delusion that I was giving his cock a real work over with my mouth. However I was quickly learning that I was only a beginner. He could run me up to the edge then hold me there for as long as he liked. After a short while I discovered that the more vigorously I used my tongue on him the closer he brought me to the edge. In no time at all I was doing my damnedest to get my tongue as far inside him as I could.
After an age he relented and pushed me over the edge and my world exploded. My God he was sucking the cum out of me faster than I could shoot it! I almost lost my reason. When I came to my senses he was just letting my limp cock out of his mouth and slipping his finger out of my ass. After a moment he sat up and let me breathe properly for the first time in a while.
"So now you like rimming me?" He asked with a grin.
I could only lie there and gasp. Never in my life would I ever have thought that I could have enjoyed doing something as disgusting as sticking my tongue up there. But I knew full well that I would have my face between his buns every time I had a chance. He was definitely taking me over, I could feel the control of my life slipping from my grasp, and the more he took, the more it excited me.
We cleaned up and I went to check on dinner. It was perfect and when we were ready I served it. He ate voraciously. If I had not fed him 24 hours ago I would have been prepared to swear he had not eaten for a week. In the time it took me to eat one chop he had put himself on the outside of the other three. Again I felt a warm glow of pride of a man enjoying my cooking.
After the meal he again assisted with the washing up without protest. Then he began to outline his plans for the rest of the day.
"How about if I shag the arse off you then we have a bath, get some sleep, then go paint the town red?" He said.
"But I usually watch `Coronation Street' on a Friday evening." I protested.
"Program your video to record it and you can watch it later." He said lifting me off my feet in a bear hug and began kissing me.
When I managed to get his tongue out of my mouth long enough to speak, I said, "But I can't program a video recorder."
"Oh it's dead easy." He said as he carried me to the bed. "All you do is read the manual." And with that he dumped me on the bed then jumped on beside me.
Within a minute he had us both positioned to his satisfaction. He was lying on his back with his head on the pillows. I was lying on top of him, face down in the 69 position. Directly in front of my face was his cock. It was limp and I was told to get it hard so he could fuck me with it.
It still felt weird holding someone else's cock. It was soft in my hands but I could feel the vigour and menace that lurked within it. Slowly I rolled back the foreskin and revealed the head. At this distance it seemed massive. Soon that would be buried deep inside my vitals, pistoning in and out of me. Using me to excite him sexually and driving me mad with desire as he did so. God, I just hoped he would take me properly.
Slowly I took the head into my mouth. It was smooth and velvety. Through my hands, that were both wrapped round the shaft, I could feel his heartbeat pumping blood into it until it was engorged and filled my mouth.
I ran my tongue up and down the slit at the end. Playfully I tried to get the tip of my tongue down it. In such a short time his seed would be spurting from that slit and filling me.
He lay on the bed contentedly groaning with pleasure as I serviced his manhood with my tongue. Then his hands began to wander over my rump. My cheeks were spread and I felt something cold and wet touch my ring. I was being stretched and lubricated so that I could take him. God, why did the humiliation of being used by another man as a sex toy turn me on so much?
By now his probing fingers had reached my hot spot and logical thought was slipping once more from my grasp. I was doing my utmost with my tongue and lips to please him when I got roughly pulled off.
"Shit, you almost had me shooting there! You are getting good at looking after a man." He said as he pulled me round to face him.
"Now I want you to kneel on the bed, straddling me. That's right.", he said, as he got me into position.
From here I could see his broad chest and I began to trace my fingers through the hair on it. Although the hair looked wiry and coarse, it was actually quite soft. By now he had me where he wanted me, and he gently pulled me down and I felt his weapon slip once more between the cheeks of my ass and push on the entrance to my back passage.
"Now, my little darling, why don't you just sit down and make yourself comfortable. Then you can take me at your own speed.", he said as he grinned up at me.
So now I had to impale myself on his spear. Cautiously I lowered myself onto his shaft. His fingering of my ring had once more worked its magic and the head of it was inside me before I really realised it. Centimetre by centimetre I lowered myself down onto him. Gradually he began to fill my ass. I stopped about half way down and eased off a bit, just to find out what it felt like. Then I sank all the way down until my back was arched and my buns were pressed into his pubes. Two hands eased my buns wider apart and even more of him sank into me. I now had a man inside me and I felt a bizarre sense pride at the achievement.
"Good girl." He said, leaning back with his arms behind his head. "Now go fuck yourself."
The final humiliation, he was not even going to fuck me, he was making me do it to myself. Gingerly I raised myself a little into the air and felt him slide from me then I lowered myself until he filled me. Gathering up my courage I began to move higher, allowing more of him to pull out of me and increased the speed of the return stroke.
I suddenly I realise that I could ram him into me as hard as I liked. Throwing caution to the wind I began going as high as I dared, leaving only the head inside me, then smashing back down driving him hard up inside me again.
I was just enjoying the sensation of having my ass worked out decently when he moved and his hands caught my shoulders and pulled me roughly to his chest. In one fluid movement he rolled us both over and I found that I was now lying on my back facing him. My legs were on his shoulders and his manhood was still deep inside me.
Sweat was already dripping from him and landing on me. He now had me pinned to the bed and there was no way I could escape or even protect myself in any way. The fear must have shown on my face because the most evil grin flitted across his. I had asked for it and now I knew that I was about to get it. Those powerful thighs of his were now put to work. He began fucking me as hard as I had been doing it to myself, then he really got into his stroke.
I suddenly realised that he was actually hurting me. But a strange thing was happening.I should have been screaming and begging him to stop but the pain of him driving himself into me was actually making me more sexually excited! Now he was fucking me with wild abandon, no thought of my discomfort was slowing him down, and I was egging him on. With a noise like a wild animal in rut he, at last, began to pump his seed into my belly and I could feel every single shot.
Afterwards we collapsed into a heap of sweaty bodies. Our hearts raced and our breathing was laboured. He was inside me and I never wanted him to pull out, I was his, body and soul, to use or abuse as he wished.
Eventually he sat up, still keeping himself inside me, he looked down at me. "God, you really know how to take a man to Heaven." He said. Then he spat on his hand, grabbed my cock and slowly began to jack me off whilst he gently ran his wilting member in and out of my ravished ass. It took him less than 30 seconds to get me to spray my load over us both.
After he pulled out of me he held me in position while he looked at my ring. He had a strangely satisfied look on his face as if the sight of his handiwork pleased him. He even gently fingered me there, as if to reassure himself.
He got me to the bathroom somehow. I could barely stand and walking was out of the question. Again I was sat on the toilet to recover while he washed up in the hand basin and he was just about to pee in it again when I said, "Don't!"
He shrugged his shoulders, walked over to where I was sitting, told me to open my legs, then calmly pissed straight between my legs into the pan. I looked up, the sight of him standing right before me, cock in hand, directing the yellow stream until it hit my cock, began to have a seriously strange effect on me. I should have been screaming abuse at him but the warm feeling of it running down my cock was making it rise again.
"Whatever rings your chimes, my darling." He said keeping the stream on my hardening cock until he was finished. This left me quite dazed.
After a nice long, hot, relaxing bath the strength began to return to my legs. Judging by his reactions and comments, I got the impression that most of his sexual partners did not let him go as far as I had let him. I could also detect that this thrilled him and I hoped beyond all hope that I could feel a bond growing between us, because I could no longer contemplate my life without him.
We went to bed. He lay on his back, I lay on top of him, with those arms wrapped round me and lying between his great thighs, pressing against his cock which had so recently enthralled and violated me. Now it was a soft and gentle thing, but as I drifted off to sleep I knew that I could arouse it to the wildest and most violent passions, a power that I relished.
To be continued.
Getting a Life Part 2 - Mark's Tale
Friday morning about 2 am the boss man turned up to see what progress we had made. As we were finished and just clearing up he was impressed. However he did quite a thorough inspection before he paid up. That didn't bother me, I know that we do good work and we passed with flying colours. He paid me and I split it 50-50 with the other two. They get 50% between them and I get 50%. Well I hunt down the jobs and set thing up. Then I do all the complicated stuff. They still made more in a week than they would in a month of regular work. Of course this meant that I had money to burn.
So from about 3 am until it was time to catch the train home I sniffed round the other building sites looking for work. I didn't find any, but I got a few good leads about who would be up to the neck in shit in the next month or so. I can wait until they are desperate enough to afford me.
I got on the train and sat in the aisle seat of a double. When we got to her stop she got on and I got her jammed into the seat nearest the window. At that time of the morning, the train is almost empty and those that are on it are half-asleep. Just as well because I had my finger up inside her before we were out of the tunnel. I put her hand on my meat, just so she knew what she had coming her way, and she loved it.
How we got through the park without getting up to something I do not know, but as soon as she was through her front door she was off. In nothing flat she was naked and tearing at my fly to get it out. My, my, was this the shy little thing that looked is if she was going to die of shock just because I stuck it in her face only yesterday?
Today, I let her do all the work. I made encouraging noises when she hit the right spots. She was feeling me all over and getting turned on by it. I get a kick out of that so it didn't take long for me to let her have the goodies. Ye Gods! It was like trying to get your cock out of the hose of a vacuum cleaner! She would not let go. I had to pull her to her feet and stick my tongue down her throat to get her mind off it.
About now seemed to be a good time to get some training done. To set things straight for you, I do the fucking. So far I have never been fucked and I have no wish to be fucked. However I do like being rimmed. Now some guys don't go on the idea of rimming and I have discovered a way round this. So it was now time to teach this bitch how to use her tongue on me.
I stripped and sat on her chest facing her feet and began to rim her. When she was squirming good and proper, I sat on her face. I could feel her tentatively licking me. So I took my face off her ass and went into her with my finger. In no time at all my fingering worked its miracle, her tongue was trying to rape my ass, so far so good.
Now I got her cock in my mouth and began to show her what could be done with tongue and lips. The more she rimmed me properly, the higher I took her. By the time she was shooting she was rimming me like a professional. As I said it is all in the teaching of them. I would be willing to bet that I'd only have to mention that I fancied being rimmed in future and she would have her tongue in my ring in nothing flat.
We got cleaned up and then she fed me. I could feel my feet going under the table here. Good grub and plenty of dirty sex, a lad could get to like this sort of life. Strange how I never saw these as danger signals.
We did the dishes and then I outlined my plans for the evening. Naturally shagging the ass off her was high on the list. So I carried her off to bed and showed her what to do. First I let her use her mouth to get me hard while I greased her up and got her loose enough to take me. She was learning fast and I had to pull her off before she made me shoot again.
Now I had formed this theory that she would like it rough. But this is skating on very thin ice. Some of them say "harder" and you let them have it and you find that you have half killed them and they will not let you up them again. Others get annoyed that you didn't give them enough. However there is a way round it. You just lie on your back, let them sit on it then see how hard they will fuck themselves. Then it is just a matter of rolling them over, pinning them to the bed and fucking them a little bit harder.
I must admit, although she started slowly, she was soon banging away like a good 'un. In fact she was thumping up and down on my cock far harder than I would ever have dared fuck her. So just as things were getting interesting I grabbed her and rolled her over.
Now I had her trapped. It was fun watching that idea sink in. Those frightened big brown eyes of hers belonged on Bambi. Now I could really push her to her limits and find out how rough she liked it. If she started hollering I would back off, otherwise together, we were heading for new horizons.
I started fucking the bitch as hard as possible. I felt her go through the pain barrier. I was hurting her like Hell but it was too late, she was too far gone, pain now only made it better. About here I could hold back my load no longer and dumped it in her. They used to call it, "the little death"; for the first time I knew what they meant. I could almost feel my life force pouring out of my cock and into her.
An age later I sat up and jacked her off. It took no time at all before she had us both covered in it. Then I managed to get my cock back out of her and had a look at her ring. It was slightly open, my spent cum was beginning to ooze out. The sight of an ass that I have freshly fucked does something to me. Experimentally I ran a finger into her, she was getting nice and slack, I liked that, she'd be a proper little cock hungry bitch in no time.
I carried her to the toilet. I had heard the expression, "fucked until you couldn't walk straight." I don't think the poor dear could walk at all, after I was finished with her.
Just as I finished washing off my cock and was about to pee in the wash basin, she got all stroppy about it. So I walked over and pissed between her legs. I managed to hit her cock and, wow, did it ever turn the bitch on.
We had a bath and that seemed to bring her back to life. She seemed to like clinging to me so we fell asleep in each other's arms. She felt kind of nice in my arms. It made me feel big, butch and protective, that and the desire to slacken her up a bit more with my cock.
To be continued.
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