Accepting It

He also clearly enjoyed oral sex. He grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth, trying to get his cock deeper into me than I could comfortably take. It swelled further inside me, the head becoming round and ripe as it jabbed against the back of my throat and the stem thickening so much that I had to open my mouth as wide as it would go just to accommodate him.

My hands reached round to massage his firm, round buttocks as he face fucked me. I pushed my fingers into his cleft and felt the hot, hairy interior. Before I could work my way down to find his hole, he stopped me with an abrupt, "Not down there, mate..."

So I contented myself with just kneading his cheeks, admiring how muscular they felt.

By now he was thrusting into my mouth so fast that his balls, large and hairy, were thumping against my chin. I was having to swallow every ten seconds or so because his piss-slit dribbled precum so relentlessly, and having to force my throat open as wide as I could so that he could get as much of his length into me as he could.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled my face away from his crotch.

He said, "I tell you what mate. Let me fuck you and then you can fuck me."

I stood up. My cock rose upwards at full mast, betraying my excitement at what I'd been doing to him.

Before I could reply to his suggestion, a sound in the bushes near us made us both turn around.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Paul.

"Probably a rat or something. Or some guy getting off on spying on us. You get a lot of that. Don't worry about it..."

"What if he reports us?"

"He won't," Paul snapped. "It's just some guy having a wank watching us. I've done it myself sometimes. Don't worry about it... Anyway. How about it? I'll fuck you, then you can fuck me..."

"I dunno... you've got a hell of a big cock..."

I looked at it again. It made mine look like a pencil. The bell-end was as bulbous as a good-sized plum and the stem was as thick as a smaller guy's wrist would be. A drip of precum hung down from the tip of it, suspended on a clear string like a spider on a web.

He said, "Just squat down like you're taking a shit and let me do the rest... you'll be okay..."

I wasn't convinced. "I really wanna fuck you first... it's what I prefer, actually..."

He was becoming impatient. "Yeah me too. Look, we'll take turns... just let me start off... I really need it, mate..."

That sounded like a better deal. "What... like a couple of minutes each way...?"

"Yeah... me on you, then you on me... 'til we both cum..."

"Okay, but go slow... it must be a year or so since I last did this..."

I turned around and squatted down as he'd suggested, bending forwards with my legs opened wide so that my arse pointed outwards.

My cock poked upwards, still fully stiff. I've always found I enjoy the anticipation of taking a guy into my bum, it's just the reality of it that gets a bit uncomfortable. I knew my erection wasn't long for this world once Paul got started...

Paul got behind me and prepared his cock for anal sex, ripping open a condom and rolling it down that thick shaft of his, then squirting lube from a sachet and smearing it around his fat bell-end. I was surprised he could find condoms that would fit him; I've often found that some of them, especially shops' own-make ones, are a bit tight on even my relatively unimpressive specimen.

Another rustling and crackling noise from the bushes made me look up. A guy was watching us; Paul had been right. He looked quite young - maybe eighteen or something - and just stared at us impassively. Presumably he wasn't confident enough to join in with the fun just yet.

Paul muttered, "Don't mind him... he's a bit of a regular..." Then he came up behind me. "Okay, here goes..."

I hitched my jacket and shirt up, clearing his access to my arse. The night air felt cold and moist on my buttocks. I bent further forwards to try and open myself up.

I felt a couple of his fingers smearing lube roughly around my hole.

He said, "Jesus - you weren't lying, were you? You are pretty tight down there..."

"Yeah, so go slow," I repeated.

He emptied the sachet of lube onto his fingers and reapplied them to my anus, entering me further.

He muttered, clearly without humour, "Don't fart or anything."

I felt irritated. "Yeah I know." Like this was my first time.

He eased them deep into me, opening me up and greasing my rectum as far as he could.

It occurred to me that his comment might reflect unpleasant experiences he'd had in prison. Anal sex among incarcerated straight men, the vast majority of whom would be unpractised at it before their first few nights inside, must involve quite a few awkward accidents in the area of bowel control.

He pushed his hips into mine and tried to enter me with his cock. My arse refused to take it; it was just too big.

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

I snapped back, "Yeah I know the ropes, mate..."

I tried to mentally relax my anus but still his cock couldn't enter me.

He said, "I've fucked tighter arses than yours, so it's definitely possible."

I tried to push my arse further out, bending so far forwards that my face was almost touching the musty leaves on the woodland floor. "Try now."

But still he couldn't penetrate me.

He said, "That guy you were coming onto last night... he's as tight as fuck, but I can get my cock into him... so there's gotta be a way..."

"You've fucked the guy in the pub...?"

"Yeah, a couple of times. You've gotta get him tanked up to get him horny though. Otherwise he's too prissy. A good Christian boy or some such bullshit."

He tried to enter me again, pressing his bell-end so hard against my anal ring that it hurt.

I gasped for him to stop and he pulled back from me. "You're gonna need to open your legs wider. Pull down your trousers..."

I hadn't been keen on doing that. There's something about having my trousers around my ankles that makes me feel vulnerable.

Usually, if I'm like this with a guy somewhere where there's a chance we'll be caught, I just hitch my trousers down to the tops of my thighs. The other guy's face and hands can get to my cock, my balls and my arse: all you really need for a good time.

But Paul had a point: if I was going to be fucked, the trousers were going to have to come down. Even if meant me hopping around like a tit if we were interrupted.

I pulled them down to my ankles and bent forwards again, pushing my arse upwards and outwards to take his cock. I felt a bit ridiculous to be like that, especially with another guy peering at us from the bushes. It isn't easy to look elegant when your knees are splayed wide, your balls are hanging down between your thighs and your bum is gaping open like a fish's mouth.

It worked, though.

Paul managed to push his cock into me while I clenched my teeth and my fingers pressed so hard into my knees that the knuckles went white.

There'd be blood on the back of my briefs after this. No doubt Melissa would have some smart-arse comment to make about it.

He began fucking me slowly, groaning in pleasure, as his cock slid in and out of my implausibly widened hole. I heard him panting, "Oh Jesus... I don't know what it is about this... I just fuckin' love it..." and then he gripped my hips and began to really enjoy himself.

I looked up and saw the guy in the bushes beating at his own cock rapidly. His eyes were locked onto mine; he must have been imagining he was in my place.

I felt like calling out, "You want it, you come and get it, mate..." But I took my medicine like a man, waiting patiently for my own turn to come.

Paul sliced into my arse like his cock was a sword. He made long, arching stabs in and out of me, getting six or seven of his enormous cock into me with each plunge.

My balls were swinging around to his rhythm, getting cold in the night air.

I called out, "I reckon it's my turn now, mate..."

My cock had grown soft but I knew the sight of his arse and the feel of his hot, tight ring would quickly resurrect it.

But Paul kept going; kept plunging himself home with increasingly rapid thrusts.

I said, "Come on, mate..."

But he just muttered, "Just another few seconds... your arse feels so fucking good..."

I let him keep going, feeling slightly flattered that he was enjoying buggering my backside so much, but impatient to have my turn on his.

After thirty seconds or so of feeling his rhythm intensify and his hot breath becoming short and laboured against the back of my neck, I tried to pull away from him, but he held me firm.

I said, "Come on, mate. It's my turn now..."

But still he kept fucking me, driving into me with increasing vigour as his pleasure gained in fervour. His arms went up to my chest, pushing my jacket and shirt up to expose my stomach to the cold damp air, and he gripped my upper body in his thick muscular forearms.