One of the perks of being a manager was that my accommodation block verged on the luxurious by mining site standards. I had a large bedroom/study/living area, carpeted and air-conditioned, with an en-suite bathroom.
Into the shower Graeme and I went and there is no doubt we paid far more attention than necessary to soaping each other's cock and balls. We took turns going down on each other - a real turn-on for me. Bit strange though to have warm water flowing into your mouth as you blow someone, and rather disconcerting to feel the sharp needles of water blast your face while you're down at crotch level. Eventually, before our skin became liked wrinkled prunes, we quit the shower and towelled each other off.
Hard to say whose cock was raised closer to his abs. Graeme was rock-hard and so was I. We lay down head to toe on my bed and did some side-by-side 69. He shot his load long before I did. Again I swallowed it all, and then I jerked myself until reaching launch-point. I then straddled Graeme's face and blew into his mouth. I could see him swilling it around, as if he were savouring the taste, and then he kind of gulped and swallowed the lot. We lay quietly for a while, with just one long kiss laced with mixed cum.
I got up, pulled on a pair of shorts, put on some soft music, filled two glasses with iced tea and then sat in one of my two armchairs. Graeme also pulled on his shorts and settled in to the other chair. I sensed the time had come to talk about things.
He set the ball rolling with: "I'm not gay, you know. I've got a girlfriend down south just like you do and I've never really done this before."
I ignored the "not really" for the time being and said I didn't really consider myself gay either. I said I'd enjoyed what we'd done and that - though I'd be happy to do it again - I'd be OK and still want to be his buddy even if nothing ever happened again.
"You've done it before though, haven't you?" he asked.
"Yep. Twice in the three years I've been up here, but never before that."
Graeme smiled and said: "Did you know that lots of the other single guys do stuff like this? One of them told me it's similar to 'jail sex' and perfectly normal."
"I'm not sure I know what normal means" I said "but I do know that what we're doing feels natural to me in our situation and it makes me feel so much closer to you as a friend. Anyway - I enjoyed it."
I followed up with: "What did you mean when you said you'd not really done this before? I'd have thought either you have or you haven't - I can't think of anything in between - and if you HAVE then I'll feel a lot less like some evil seducer of young guys."
Graeme laughed and blushed at the same time. "Listen to you. You're making out like your a Dirty Old Man and you haven't even turned twenty-three yet! Anyway, what I meant was that I've never actually done anything for the other person before - I've just allowed one of the guys to suck me off a few times and that's it."
"Cool" I said. "Makes a change from your trusty right hand."
We were silent for a while, sipping on our cool drinks, then: "Have you ever ...?" he began.
"Ever what?"
"You know" - he seemed almost embarassed - "gone the whole way?"
"If you mean have I ever fucked with a guy, the answer's yes" I said. Twice I've fucked a guy and, just one time, I let the guy fuck me."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"I felt no pain when I was on top - in fact it was probably the tightest, smoothest fuck I've ever had. But, yes, it hurt like hell the other way round. At first, anyway. After a while I managed to relax and sort of enjoyed it. I liked the fact that another person was in my body and I liked the fact that I was going to receive an arse-load of cum."
"Um" he began, "what about getting shit all over your dick? That must be gross."
I explained that, given normal standards of hygiene and regularity, our butts do NOT conceal a tube of shit-stuffed gut that's just longing to ooze out the moment the anus is breached. I said that the rectum is often empty between motions and that, if one was worried, then I guessed an enema might be used.
"Anyway, Graeme, why are we talking about anal sex? It's not something we HAVE to do, you know. And anyway, once was enough for me - I'm not interested in ever being fucked again."
"I know" he said, "but I think I'd like to try it ... with you."
"Well I'm not exactly hung like a midget" I responded. "It would hurt big-time, mate."
"Well, I'd still like to try."
By this time we were both hard again. I pulled off Graeme's shorts and my own and laid him face-down on the bed. I parted his arse-cheeks and checked out the little pink, puckered hole in the centre. I'd read about this but never actually wanted to do it before. I rationalised that it was much like going down on my girlfriend when I was in "Lickalottapuss" mode. So I lifted him up at the waist and began to tongue his arse-hole - just general sweeps of the area at first, but then I inserted my tongue as far as I could. All I could smell was soap and his inside felt incredibly smooth and silky on my tongue.
The sounds he made left me in no doubt that Graeme was enjoying this process. I wet a finger with saliva and gradually inserted it into his tight hole. Taking my time, and being as gentle as I could, I eventually had two fingers in there, right to the second knuckle. Having held himself very tensely at first, Graeme began to relax. I moved up to kiss him, leaving my fingers in place, and asked if he was OK. He said he was and that he still wanted to try going all the way.
I didn't have any lube so I applied dollops of creamy hair-conditioner to his hole, working it in with my fingers. I then slathered my cock with even more hair-conditioner and positioned the head of my cock at his butt-hole.
"Take it easy" he said, and I assured him that I would. At first I just eased the very tip of my cockhead into him, making minimal, almost stealthy movements. With each additional inch that eased inside him, I asked that he tell me if it was hurting too much. His body was almost rigid with tension again but he made no sound.
Eventually, I had all eight inches inside him, still without any attempt at a bucking motion. I suggested he just lie perfectly still and that I would do the same until he felt his arse was growing more comfortable with its visitor.
Time passed and then I felt his body relax a bit. I made my cock twitch deep inside him and he laughed. So, slowly and steadily, I began to move inside him. Next, at a glacial pace, I started the process of withdrawal and re-entry. Then I began to move faster, thrusting deeper and harder until a magical moment arrived - Graeme began to thrust his buttocks upward to welcome me, and the sounds he made were more like "aaahs" of pleasure than gasps of pain. It was tight in there so I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. When the moment came, I warned him that I was about to blow and then I pushed my cock in to its full extent and felt my cum jetting into him.
We turned on to our sides and I jerked him off with my cock still deep inside him. When he blew, the cum literally whistled through the air and splattered on the pillows and bedhead. I'm sure he found the disengagement process painful but, once we were separated, he told me it was the most exhilerating sex he'd ever had. I was not being untruthful when I told him I felt much the same.
(To be continued)
Into the shower Graeme and I went and there is no doubt we paid far more attention than necessary to soaping each other's cock and balls. We took turns going down on each other - a real turn-on for me. Bit strange though to have warm water flowing into your mouth as you blow someone, and rather disconcerting to feel the sharp needles of water blast your face while you're down at crotch level. Eventually, before our skin became liked wrinkled prunes, we quit the shower and towelled each other off.
Hard to say whose cock was raised closer to his abs. Graeme was rock-hard and so was I. We lay down head to toe on my bed and did some side-by-side 69. He shot his load long before I did. Again I swallowed it all, and then I jerked myself until reaching launch-point. I then straddled Graeme's face and blew into his mouth. I could see him swilling it around, as if he were savouring the taste, and then he kind of gulped and swallowed the lot. We lay quietly for a while, with just one long kiss laced with mixed cum.
I got up, pulled on a pair of shorts, put on some soft music, filled two glasses with iced tea and then sat in one of my two armchairs. Graeme also pulled on his shorts and settled in to the other chair. I sensed the time had come to talk about things.
He set the ball rolling with: "I'm not gay, you know. I've got a girlfriend down south just like you do and I've never really done this before."
I ignored the "not really" for the time being and said I didn't really consider myself gay either. I said I'd enjoyed what we'd done and that - though I'd be happy to do it again - I'd be OK and still want to be his buddy even if nothing ever happened again.
"You've done it before though, haven't you?" he asked.
"Yep. Twice in the three years I've been up here, but never before that."
Graeme smiled and said: "Did you know that lots of the other single guys do stuff like this? One of them told me it's similar to 'jail sex' and perfectly normal."
"I'm not sure I know what normal means" I said "but I do know that what we're doing feels natural to me in our situation and it makes me feel so much closer to you as a friend. Anyway - I enjoyed it."
I followed up with: "What did you mean when you said you'd not really done this before? I'd have thought either you have or you haven't - I can't think of anything in between - and if you HAVE then I'll feel a lot less like some evil seducer of young guys."
Graeme laughed and blushed at the same time. "Listen to you. You're making out like your a Dirty Old Man and you haven't even turned twenty-three yet! Anyway, what I meant was that I've never actually done anything for the other person before - I've just allowed one of the guys to suck me off a few times and that's it."
"Cool" I said. "Makes a change from your trusty right hand."
We were silent for a while, sipping on our cool drinks, then: "Have you ever ...?" he began.
"Ever what?"
"You know" - he seemed almost embarassed - "gone the whole way?"
"If you mean have I ever fucked with a guy, the answer's yes" I said. Twice I've fucked a guy and, just one time, I let the guy fuck me."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"I felt no pain when I was on top - in fact it was probably the tightest, smoothest fuck I've ever had. But, yes, it hurt like hell the other way round. At first, anyway. After a while I managed to relax and sort of enjoyed it. I liked the fact that another person was in my body and I liked the fact that I was going to receive an arse-load of cum."
"Um" he began, "what about getting shit all over your dick? That must be gross."
I explained that, given normal standards of hygiene and regularity, our butts do NOT conceal a tube of shit-stuffed gut that's just longing to ooze out the moment the anus is breached. I said that the rectum is often empty between motions and that, if one was worried, then I guessed an enema might be used.
"Anyway, Graeme, why are we talking about anal sex? It's not something we HAVE to do, you know. And anyway, once was enough for me - I'm not interested in ever being fucked again."
"I know" he said, "but I think I'd like to try it ... with you."
"Well I'm not exactly hung like a midget" I responded. "It would hurt big-time, mate."
"Well, I'd still like to try."
By this time we were both hard again. I pulled off Graeme's shorts and my own and laid him face-down on the bed. I parted his arse-cheeks and checked out the little pink, puckered hole in the centre. I'd read about this but never actually wanted to do it before. I rationalised that it was much like going down on my girlfriend when I was in "Lickalottapuss" mode. So I lifted him up at the waist and began to tongue his arse-hole - just general sweeps of the area at first, but then I inserted my tongue as far as I could. All I could smell was soap and his inside felt incredibly smooth and silky on my tongue.
The sounds he made left me in no doubt that Graeme was enjoying this process. I wet a finger with saliva and gradually inserted it into his tight hole. Taking my time, and being as gentle as I could, I eventually had two fingers in there, right to the second knuckle. Having held himself very tensely at first, Graeme began to relax. I moved up to kiss him, leaving my fingers in place, and asked if he was OK. He said he was and that he still wanted to try going all the way.
I didn't have any lube so I applied dollops of creamy hair-conditioner to his hole, working it in with my fingers. I then slathered my cock with even more hair-conditioner and positioned the head of my cock at his butt-hole.
"Take it easy" he said, and I assured him that I would. At first I just eased the very tip of my cockhead into him, making minimal, almost stealthy movements. With each additional inch that eased inside him, I asked that he tell me if it was hurting too much. His body was almost rigid with tension again but he made no sound.
Eventually, I had all eight inches inside him, still without any attempt at a bucking motion. I suggested he just lie perfectly still and that I would do the same until he felt his arse was growing more comfortable with its visitor.
Time passed and then I felt his body relax a bit. I made my cock twitch deep inside him and he laughed. So, slowly and steadily, I began to move inside him. Next, at a glacial pace, I started the process of withdrawal and re-entry. Then I began to move faster, thrusting deeper and harder until a magical moment arrived - Graeme began to thrust his buttocks upward to welcome me, and the sounds he made were more like "aaahs" of pleasure than gasps of pain. It was tight in there so I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. When the moment came, I warned him that I was about to blow and then I pushed my cock in to its full extent and felt my cum jetting into him.
We turned on to our sides and I jerked him off with my cock still deep inside him. When he blew, the cum literally whistled through the air and splattered on the pillows and bedhead. I'm sure he found the disengagement process painful but, once we were separated, he told me it was the most exhilerating sex he'd ever had. I was not being untruthful when I told him I felt much the same.
(To be continued)