Accepting It

He was gasping, "Just another few seconds... I just really need this..."

I tried to pull free but he held me firm. His arms were like a cage; forward movement was impossible.

I tried to pull my arse from his cock but he mounted me more roughly; grinding himself into me and driving his cock still deeper into my bowels.

Now he was grunting; so caught up in the pleasure of sodomising me that interruption was impossible.

At first I felt angry that he'd broken his part of the bargain and that the pleasures of his arse would clearly have to wait until after he'd cum inside mine, but gradually I started accepting it.

And rather enjoying it.

The young guy in the bushes was masturbating himself furiously, watching me crouching and being pummelled by Pauls' gargantuan cock; watching my own cock leaping about between my legs, looking soft and almost comical; watching my balls bobbing up and down with every thrust of the huge organ into the hole behind them.

I think it was at that point I realised that being in this position was beginning to feel quite good. That it actually felt quite pleasant to be watched while I was like this; watched being held firm while a stronger guy was giving my arse a rough seeing to.

That was when my cock started to look less comical. It stopped leaping around and became more solid; then it began to rise up; my foreskin began to retract from my bell-end again; the stem thickened and lengthened. Eventually it arched upward in its full eight-inch glory, betraying the enjoyment I was getting from being fucked by the barman.

I called out, "Yeah... come on..."

And Paul, still grunting as he pleasured himself inside me, reached down to my cock and found it to be hard.

He muttered something like, "Nice one," and then quickly made me change positions.

He stood me up, forced my upper body down towards the ground, and pulled my hips back toward him so that my arse was splayed wide open and level with his own waist. Then he moved me round ninety degrees, so that we were sideways-on to the guy in the bushes.

Now he fucked me so fast that his crotch made rapid thumping noises as it hit against my buttocks. It was like an applause.

He grunted and panted, obviously enjoying showing off his large cock thrusting in and out of my arse to the guy who was watching us, and I just stood there, bending forwards, and took it. I felt my own cock starting to dribble precum from its throbbing head, feeling impossibly aroused and swollen by the sensation of Paul's exertions into the depths of my bowels.

When he came, he grabbed my upper body tightly and rubbed his chest against my back while his cock emptied itself in spurts into the condom inside me.

He held me like that for about half a minute after he'd climaxed.

Then he withdrew from me with a revolting-sounding slurp and tossed the condom into one of the bushes.

I stood up, feeling a little dizzy as the blood rushed out of my head.

I smiled. "Jesus. That was some fuck. I don't normally get hard..."

He nodded. "Yeah. I was surprised."

I pulled out my wallet to find a condom. My cock ached in front of me. "Okay, I finally get my turn..."

Paul turned to me, pulling his shorts back up. "Actually, do you mind if we do that some other time. It's just I'm due at work by nine, and I'll need to take a shower and stuff..."

"Come on, mate. We agreed..."

"Yeah. I'm not welshing, mate. It's just the time, that's all... Honestly - some other time..."

He fastened his trousers up and went on, "You got something out of it, though, didn't you..."

I pulled my briefs up. They felt cold and damp as they covered my crotch and arse.

I said, "Kind of. But we agreed to take turns. I don't see that it would take that long to honour your part of the agreement..."

He shrugged. "It's not a case of honour or crap like that. It's just that I've gotta go. Like I said, some other time..."

And with that he pushed his way back through the holly bush. I heard the crunching of his footsteps receding as he walked back to the car-park.

I realised I'd been pretty well and truly stitched up. Spotted a mile off as a free suck and fuck by a guy who had no intention of reciprocating.

I looked around for the younger guy in the bushes - perhaps I could interest him in a little action - but found that he had also gone.

I fastened my trousers up and headed back to the car.

The car-park was emptier than it had been but a couple of cars were still parked alongside mine, both of them without men in them.

Melissa would wonder why it had taken me so long to get home.

I'd tell her I had to pay a couple of house calls or something.

She'd have to accept it.