Straight Guys Messing Around

STRAIGHT GUYS MESSING AROUND (Part 2) by Sebastian Wallace

I opened another can and drank about half of it in one go. I felt so hot from what we'd been doing. My face felt like it was purple.

I looked over at him as I took a few more gulps of the beer. It had become warm from sitting around in his room, but I was thirsty enough not to care.

Ed kept glancing over at me and then looking away. He was taking a few short gulps from his can, but didn't seem as thirsty as I was. His face was quite red and his forehead covered with beads of sweat, some of which were trickling down into his eyebrows. A few clumps of his short black hair was sticking to his skin, making swirls like he'd gelled it that way deliberately.

My cock was losing some of its stiffness. His wasn't. It curved upwards, its bell end throbbing and such a dark shade of scarlet that it looked sore.

He looked over at me again. I realised he was impatient to start. Anxious in case I'd go totally limp and back out from what we'd agreed to do. He was obviously very keen: he really wanted this. He was feeling horny and he wanted to fuck me. The realisation of that felt strange: it's not every day that your straight mate looks at you with lust.

I took another swig of my beer. Then I smiled at him. I said, "I suppose you wanna go first."

He grinned broadly, his eyes wide open in exaggerated enthusiasm. He said, in the voice of the dog in Dastardly and Muttley, "Yeah yeah yeah!"

I said, "Jesus, Ed. You're really up for this, aren't you."

He kept smiling. He looked down at his cock. He said, "Well, I can't really pretend I'm not enjoying it... but, well, if you wanna back out, it's no big deal..."

I said, "No, I don't wanna back out. I'm as interested as you are to find out how it - ah - feels and stuff. It's just - you know - it kind of feels a bit weird. I can't pretend I'm like totally relaxed or anything..."

He said, "Fuck Seb, you're one of my best mates. This is just like pissing around in the dorms at school. No big deal."

I considered what he'd said. I looked at him dubiously. I said, "I think it's a bit more than that, Ed. I mean it's not just a quick wank-off together."

He said, "No but... well. It's not like we're going to boyfriends or anything. Just experimenting. Trying stuff out."

I didn't comment. My cock was now totally limp and dangled from my pubic hair looking a poor relation to his erection which still rose proudly at full length from his bush.

I took another drink and finished off the can. I squeezed it and crumpled it, enjoying the metallic sounds it made as it collapsed. Then I threw it into his bin.

I said, "So how do you want me, big boy?"

He smiled again. He said, "Like you were before, I guess. Squatting on the edge of the bed."

I said, "I'm gonna need some lube. Felt like a fucking fist going in..."

He said, wide-eyed again, "Hey we can try that to!"

I must have looked a bit shocked. He grinned and said, "Er... joke?"

I said, "Er... not funny?"

He said, walking towards his sink, "Dunno what I've got... what kind of stuff...?" His cock bobbed around in front of him as he walked. It still curved upwards and, from the side, looked even more enormous. It must have been eight or nine inches long. Reasonably thick. He walked around without shame: totally comfortable to be erect in front of another man.

I said, "I dunno... KY or something..."

He hunted around in a cupboard near the sink. He said, "Erm - got some shampoo..."

I said, "Jesus. It'll sting like hell..."

Then he pulled out some Vaseline. He grinned, "Can't butt fuck without getting out the Vaseline."

He took off the lid and started smearing some of it onto his bell end and around the shaft of his cock. His cock head was pulsating. Beads of precum formed at his piss slit. He glanced up at me, smirking. He said, quietly, "Fucking hell. Think I'm gonna cum already..."

I couldn't believe that his cock was going to be inside my arse in just a few seconds. It looked impossibly large. I wondered how it would feel.

I said, "If I say stop, you stop. Okay?"

He said, "Fucking 'course I will."

I felt silly for asking. Like he'd rape me. I said, "I'll need some of the Vaseline."

He passed me the tub. I got some of it on my fingers and moved my hand around to my arse to rub it around my hole. It felt strange - like I was wiping my arse in front of another person.

Then I walked over to the bed and got on it again. Feet on the wooden frame on the edge of the bed, hands supporting me on the mattress. Arse pointing out at him. Like I was squatting to take a crap.

He walked over to stand behind me. He rubbed his hand down my back, along my spine. I shivered.

He moved to my arse and gently touched my hole. His finger pressed against my ring, trying to enter me, but at first my anus seemed unwilling to yield.

I forced myself to relax and felt it open. His finger slid into me. He pushed it in as deep as it would go and then wiggled it around. It felt uncomfortable. Sore.

I said, "I think I'm gonna need more Vaseline, Ed."

He withdrew his finger and bent over to pick up the tub of it. He got some on his finger and then returned to my arsehole. This time he was accepted immediately by my anus, like it had made friends with him, and pushed his way into me again, gently smearing Vaseline into my rectum.

He said, "It's so fucking hot. Much hotter than a pussy."

He must have realised how I might have interpreted that because he added, "The temperature, I mean..."

He slowly pushed his finger in and out of my hole. Gently and patiently. He said, "How does it feel?"

I said, "Okay, I guess. So far."

He withdrew his finger. He said, "Let's try big brother then."

He moved into position and I felt the head of his cock against my hole. I thought, "Oh shit. This can't really be happening...". I involuntarily tensed up again. Felt my anus close up.

Ed rubbed my back gently again. Along the spine between my shoulder blades.

It tingled. His finger felt rougher and larger than those of the girls who had touched me there before. He whispered, "You ready?"

I took a deep breath. Tried to relax. I felt totally unaroused by this. Totally asexual. Like I was having something medical done to me. Or a cavity search.

I said, "I dunno..."

He moved his hand upwards and held my shoulder with it. I felt his left hand on my hip, holding my waist. I thought, "Jesus. He's holding me like a girl. Like I do when I'm about to fuck a girl."

Then I felt his cock pushing at my hole.

He said, "Pretend, like, you're taking a shit..."

I said, "I'm so fucking tense... that's not such a hard thing to do..."

He laughed and I think that helped me relax. My arse kind of opened and his cock pushed its way into me. A couple of inches of it slid inside. Like it had earlier. When it hadn't seemed so serious.

It felt painful. I think the head was inside of me and maybe an inch or so of the stem. He pushed in a bit more. My arse tensed up again and I felt it grip his cock. He inhaled sharply. I guess it must have felt good for him.

I pushed my arse further out towards him, trying to open my hole further.

He said, "Oh yeah. God..." Then he pushed again. Pushed his cock further into me.

I said, "Shit. Jesus. It's so fucking painful..."

He said, "Do you want me to take it out?"

I really did want him to take it out. But since we'd got into this, I wanted to see what it would be like to fuck him. Wanted to see how it would feel. So I said, "No... it'll be okay... just go... slowly..."

He slowly pulled it out a bit and then pushed back in. He did it again, and then again. Each time pushing himself a little further into me.

He said, "It's so different to fucking a girl. I mean, like, it shouldn't be called fucking. It's so different. As different as getting sucked off is to wanking..."

He pushed in a bit further. Instinctively, I felt like I really needed to take a shit. My arse felt so full with his cock inside it.

He said, "I can't believe I'm actually buttfucking you..."

I said, wincing with the pain of him, "I fucking can. It's totally easy to believe for me..."

He said, "I mean, we used to joke about this kind of thing. Remember? That guy Whitfield at school. We used to always say he was buttfucking Reynolds."

I grunted. I remembered it.

He said, "And now I'm doing it to you. I mean, my cock is actually inside your arse..."

I said, "Yeah I noticed. Just fucking get on with it..."

He pushed in again. It felt like his cock was a red hot poker. A thick red hot poker.

He pulled out slightly and it felt cooler. Then he pushed in and it was hot again.

He said, "It's so good... the feel of it... so tight..."

I said, "Better than a girl?"

He said, "I dunno. It's so different. It's incomparable."

He pushed in again and I felt something rub against the ridge of skin underneath my arsehole. I realised it was his balls. He was inside my arse to the hilt. This was it. I had another guy's cock all the way inside my arse.

For some reason I thought back to when I was twelve or thirteen years old. When I'd first heard about guys fucking other guys. How disgusted I had been. And yet here I was bending over Ed's bed - my mate's bed - having him do the same thing to me.

He started sliding his cock in and out of me. Slowly at first. But gradually gathering speed. Giving me a chance to protest and then, when I just took it, getting a little faster.

Within a minute or so, he was developing a fairly moderate rhythm. Not too fast: obviously not wanting to hurt me. But fast enough for his breathing to quicken. For him to keep gasping.

He said, "Fucking hell. I wish you could feel how good this is..."

I said, still wincing with the rawness of my arse, "In a couple of minutes, I will..."

He didn't say anything so I said, "Remember it's my turn next..."

He didn't seem particularly worried by the prospect. He just said, "No worries."

I wondered, as I felt the rhythm of his cock quicken inside me, whether he had done this before. He had been the one who had got us into an anal sex position when we were messing around. He had been the one who had been so relaxed about the idea of us fucking to have stood drinking his beer with a raging hard-on. Maybe at school he had been quick to accuse other boys of buttfucking because he had been busy doing it himself...

He bent over me and I felt his nipples pressing against my back. His chest felt wet. He was sweating like a labourer. His rhythm quickened further and he made grunting noises in time with his cock. His balls thumped against me each time he thrust his cock into me.

The feel of him and the sounds from him as he pleasured himself inside me made me wonder if this was how my girlfriends had felt while I'd fucked them from behind. Whether they'd just been bent over thinking, "Jeez how long will this take..." Whether my noises had sounded so bestial and whether my movements had felt so mechanical.

Then Ed pulled out of me and staggered over towards the wall. I heard him gasping like he was cumming. I looked over at him and saw he was standing there, his face in his hands and his cock curving upwards pulsating in mid-air. His large, heavy balls hung low beneath it. He was breathing so quickly and so heavily saying, "Oh God... oh God..."

I said, "You okay?"

He said, "Gonna cum... gotta stop myself... oh God..."

I said, "Why?"

He didn't answer for a few seconds. Just stood there, leaning against the wall, getting his breath back. Then he looked over and smiled. He said, "I'm not ready yet... it's too soon."

I said, "Not for me it isn't..."

He said, "No - seriously. We've gotta get the most out of this... this is so good..."

I turned around and sat on the edge of his bed. My arse felt sore and wide open, like it was a gaping red hole. My limp cock poked out from my pubic hair. The shock of being fucked by him had made it look smaller than ever. I felt a bit embarrassed that it looked so insubstantial.

I said, "I'm not really enjoying it..."

He said, "Yeah but you will... it gets better... believe me."

I stared at him.

He realised what he'd said and so pretended to continue, "I mean, a gay guy told me it does..."

I said, "Have you done this before, Ed?"

He said, "No. 'Course not."

I looked down at the carpet and I felt him staring at me. Trying to work out what I was thinking.

I said, "I want to try fucking you."

He said, "Yeah. Right. Whatever..."

He bent down to pick up the Vaseline from the tangle of our briefs and socks. While he was rubbing it around his arsehole I looked at our pile of discarded clothes. I thought about how my floor looks when a girl is staying over with me: my briefs tossed aside along with her bra and panties.

Her underwear smelling of her perfume. The scene here looked so different. Two pairs of guys' briefs. His with a yellow stain from his piss. Mine with curly hairs from my balls stuck in the front of them. Our socks. Both pairs smelling of our sweat. There was no romance or sensuality: they looked dirty and raw. Two men who had stripped off for sex. Lust, but no passion.

He finished off rubbing Vaseline into his arse and threw the tub down. He said, "We're not finished though... I mean, I want another turn at fucking you..."

I noticed his cock was still hard and curving upwards. I saw that the head was slimy: slick with the liquids from my arse.

I said, "Well... I dunno... we'll see how I feel."

He smiled. He said, "Okay. Fill 'er up then." Then he turned around and bent over, placing his hands against the wall.

I looked at his arse. His cheeks were covered with a fine fur of black hair. His cleft was thick with swirls of curly hair. Like the bush around his cock but confined into a thin line down the middle of his bum.

I stood up and moved over to stand behind him. My cock hung limply between my legs. I wondered if I was going to be able to get it hard enough to be able to cash in my half of the deal.

I said, "Jeez, Ed. There's so much hair, I dunno if I can find it."

He reached around and pushed his middle finger into his cleft, about two-thirds of the way down. He said, "It's here. Awaiting your orders..."

It felt a bit weird to see him do that. For him to show me where to aim so I could get my cock into his arse. It was totally without emotion. Like he was showing me where to aim on a dartboard.

I thought, "I don't know if I can do this. I mean, he shits through this thing..."

He turned around to look back at me over his shoulder. I think he could see that I was having second thoughts. He said, "Just feel around it. It's not gonna bite." Then he grinned and added, "Unless you want it to..."

I smiled at him. My cock was still limp. I thought, "He's definitely done this before. He's too relaxed..."

Nevertheless, I kneeled down behind him and pushed my fingers between the cheeks of his arse. It felt hot and wet: very sweaty. I pushed deeper and found an even hotter and wetter area right inside his cleft. His arsehole. I thought, "Jesus - I'm feeling Ed's shit hole...!"

He said, "Go on. Finger me. You'll like it."

I felt around his hole tentatively. It felt sticky from the Vaseline he'd smeared into it.

He said, "It's not so different from a girl, huh?"

I said, "I dunno..."

He said, "Go on. Shove your finger in it. Go on."

His voice was urgent. Demanding. He really wanted this.

I said, "Ed. I dunno. I... this feels weird... I mean, it's your arse..."

He said, like he hadn't heard me, "Go on. Get in there. Go on, Seb. We had a deal, right?"

He bent further forwards, bending his knees so as to push his arse further towards me. Opening his legs to give me better access to his hole. I saw his balls hanging down between his thighs. Heavy inside his scrotum; hanging down like they were stretching it. Like a couple of small eggs.

I pushed my finger against his hole. Much looser than mine, it immediately opened to allow me to slide in. Again I wondered how many times he'd done this before.

He let out a sigh. Said, "God, yeah...."

And then I pushed my finger into his hot, moist passage. He'd been right: it was totally different from a pussy. Hotter, softer and, inside, more resisting.

I pushed my finger into him as deep as it would go. Right up to my knuckle.

Then I gently moved it around inside of him. He gasped. I pulled it out a little and then pushed it back in. He said, "God... that's so fucking good..."

I wondered why my arse hadn't felt "so fucking good" when he'd fingered me. It had just felt slightly uncomfortable.

I kept fingering his arse, gaining in speed, just as I would finger a girl's pussy. Gently but with developing rhythm. His arse was so much more responsive, though. It contracted and spasmed around my finger. Like it was trying to draw me in.

He said, "Jesus... I gotta wank... this is so fucking good..."

He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself. His Vaseline-smeared hand made slurping noises against it as he beat it rapidly. He kept grunting and sighing and, through his legs, I saw his balls jumping around inside their sac, looking almost comical.

He pushed his arse out further towards me. It was almost in my face. I could smell a thick, anal smell coming from my hand as I fingered him. My knuckles were wet and sticky with the Vaseline and with his bum-sweat.

I was amazed at how much pleasure he was getting. And how different he sounded from girls I'd fingered. No light gasps and stifled whimpers: he was grunting and panting like an animal. Uncontrolled male sounds as raw and uncouth as what I was doing to him.

I think it was this that started getting me hard. His unashamed noises, his elbow looking a blur at his side as he frantically wanked himself, his balls looking so large and heavy as they leapt about between his legs, his arse feeling so hot and smelling so moist. It was all new to me: a masculine side to sex which I'd never experienced and which felt so crude and so primitive.

I drew my face further towards his arse. I could hear the sounds of my finger as it slid in and out of him. I could smell the pungent odour of his hole and of my finger as it pleasured him. My cock rose from where it had been lying between my thighs. I felt my foreskin withdrawing over my bell end as my cock stiffened and lengthened but was unable to take my face away from Ed's arse to look at it.

I started thrusting my finger into Ed's hole as roughly and quickly as I could. He let out a long, deep groan in appreciation. He moved his feet further apart on the carpet to open his cleft even further.

I couldn't really believe what I was doing. Whenever I tried to rationalise it, it seemed too bizarre to be true. This was Ed, my mate of about eight years, standing in front me getting his arse pummelled by my finger. Another guy. Another straight guy. I'd never contemplated that such a thing would happen between us. Never even thought about his arse before. It was just there. Something which made a bulge at the back of his trousers. Something he'd sat on for years at the desk we shared in loads of classes at school. Something I'd seen loads of times when we were in the showers after sport or, through the cotton of his briefs, in the changing rooms. Never thinking about it having a hole. Never thinking that it was a hole which could be penetrated.

And now, here I was, fingering the same hole in the same arse, with Ed grunting and groaning and masturbating in front of me.

My cock was so hard by now.

Without warning him - I knew how much he wanted it - I pulled my finger out of him and promptly stood up behind him. I positioned my cock, my fingers slippery from his arse, and, without a second thought, drove into him.

He shouted, "Fuck... yeah... aah!"

And then, there against the wall in his bedroom and with him bending over in front of me, I pushed my cock right into him. Right up his arse. Until my balls touched his bumcheeks where they met the tops of his thighs. And I could feel him shuddering as his bowels were so deeply invaded.

Then I started fucking him. Pulling my cock out four or five inches and then driving it back in. As fast as I could. Like a dog.

I loved it. It was so passionless. So devoid of love or romance. Just two guys needing sex and using each others' arses to get it. Shoving their cocks in parts of each others' bodies they'd never even thought of before. Or been disgusted by. But now tolerating - no, relishing - the sordidity of what they were doing.

I fucked Ed hard. Held onto his waist and thrust into him, driving my hips backwards and forwards with a violence I'd never dared to inflict upon a girl.

He gasped and moaned. He took his hand away from his cock and spread his palms, fingers outstretched, on the wall in front of us. His sweat made marks on the paint.

He said, "Jesus fucking Christ... ah... oh God..."

I kept ramming myself into him, aware of how much pleasure I was feeling from my cock as it drove into his hot, wet passage, and - bizarrely - now aware of the pleasure from my own hole, stretched and tender from Ed's intrusions, tingling and feeling like it was gaping open more than it had before.

He gasped, his face bright red as he bent forwards in front of me, "Fuck... Seb... I gotta... fuck you... again..."

I kept fucking him. I said nothing. By now I was panting. Sweat was running down my face. My balls were banging against the tops of of his thighs.

He said, "Let's take turns... come on Seb... my turn now..."

I didn't want to stop. I had to keep fucking his arse. I could still smell it - wafts of it hit me as I stood fucking him - and by now I loved it. The earthy, masculine smell from his arse. Wet and hairy. Sweaty and anal.

He pulled away from me, struggling to stay upright against the wall. His arse made a slurping, farting noise as my cock pulled out from it.

Then he turned to me. His cock jutted outwards, curving upwards into the air. His bell end throbbing in a red, overtly physical demonstration of his lust.

He said, still panting, "You gotta bend over for me... please..."

I just stared at him. My own cock curved upwards towards his. It looked a similar size. Throbbing like his. Looking wetter from his arse.

I realised that my arms were still outstretched and my hands in mid-air where they'd held onto his hips.

It took me a few seconds to get my breath back.

I said, "What... you wanna take turns... at each other..."

He said, "Yeah..."

I just stood there. Still breathing heavily. Then, groggily, I smiled. I said, "That sounds... cool."

He grinned back.

Then I turned around and bent over the bed. In the mood I was in, a totally carnal mood, the mechanistic way we were doing this, pleasuring ourselves in turn, appealed to me. He does me then I do him. I kind of liked the seediness of it.

I felt him get behind me and then his hands on my waist.

Then he pushed his cock into my reddened, widened arse again.

This time, with my cock raging hard and pressing against my stomach as I bent forwards, it felt totally different. There was none of the hot, searing pain of before. None of the wincing or teeth-clenching. It just slid in like it was supposed to be there. Filled my arse up.

I could now understand why Ed had enjoyed it so much. It felt totally different from anything I'd ever experienced. It sent flashes of electricity up my spine, icy needle-like sensations which were scary in their unfamiliarity but so exciting.

My hand went to my cock. The urge to wank was irresistible.

And there, bending over Ed's bed and receiving his cock in my arse, I gained my first understanding of how my arse can be such a sexual organ. An idea which would previously never have occurred to me.

I said, "Fucking hell... Ed... this is... fucking great..."

I kind of felt him smile. His thrusts stayed constant. My arse was ablaze with sensations from his cock. The rhythm of it, the constant sliding in and out, was overwhelming me.

He said, "Yeah... dunno which is best... taking it... or... giving it..."

And, dimly, I thought again, "He's done this before..."

Will be continued

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