Desperate Daniel

I didn't know what to do with my hands. My arms lay at my sides and I looked up at his ceiling, feeling like a bit of a tit. The adage "Lie back and think of England" came to me. I wondered if this was how girls must feel when guys are fucking them and they're not getting off on it. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, slightly painful and extremely stupid.

I put my arms around him and he said, "Oh yeah. Feel my arse, Seb."

I'd intended to just hug him around the shoulders, but I moved my hands down to cup each of his cheeks. They felt very solid: very muscular. He cycled into Uni every day and that had obviously had a good effect on his butt. He wasn't particularly hairy: just a light fuzz of hair covered his cheeks. I squeezed them and caressed them and he started speeding up.

Abruptly, he pulled right back from me and knelt between my legs, his huge cock arching upwards. He reached behind himself, grabbed my knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders. His strength surprised me. I'd noticed he was a well-built guy but I hadn't figured on him being so strong. My arse was now off the bed and his cock was jabbing into my arse crack. Not into my hole, but pretty close - about an inch away.

He smiled down at me and said, "How's this?" Then he started rubbing his dick up and down my butt cleft. My cock hung down over my stomach and my balls dangled around its base. Between them I could see Daniel's purple bell end jabbing upwards as he thrust his cock up and down my cleft. His thrusts were long: his cock swept almost the entire length of my arse.

It was difficult for me to smile because I was struggling to support myself with my elbows. I was feeling distinctly feminised by all this - I mean, it felt totally alien to me to be assuming traditionally feminine positions and having another guy dictate which positions we adopted.

I became aware that Daniel's cock kept getting caught against my arsehole as he thrust it up and down my cleft. Instead of jabbing up into the air above my dangling balls, it sort of jabbed into my hole, stretching it open. It seemed to be accidental: Daniel had his eyes closed and didn't seem to notice. But it started happening more and more frequently - I suppose my anus must have grown used to the brief intrusions and was relaxing to accommodate Daniel's cock.

I must admit that I was a lot more comfortable in this second position than I had been with Daniel on top of me. The feeling of his thick cock jabbing against my butthole wasn't too painful and - so long as he didn't actually ram it inside - I couldn't see any problem. He was really getting off on it. I suppose it felt a bit like a girls' cunt to him - my arsehole was in about the right position and, with my legs open and around his shoulders, I suppose he could have imagined me to be some random student nurse who he'd picked up.

Daniel's forehead was covered in sweat by now. Rivulets of it ran down his chest. He glanced down at me and grinned. He was clearly getting breathless.

Then, again without warning, he shifted positions. He bent down towards me so that his face was close to my neck. He still held onto my legs and pushed them as wide open as he could. His cock was now positioned so that the head was pressing against the opening of my arse. He shifted his arms and legs a bit to maintain his balance and then started jabbing his dick against my hole. My legs were so far apart that it was like an open door - his cock started pushing into me.

There wasn't much pain but I knew that his thick cock was starting to penetrate my bum. I was being buttfucked by another guy. This wasn't supposed to be happening.

I said, "Hey Dan. Your going in."

He maintained his rhythm. His mouth was dribbling onto the top of my chest. He grunted something like, "Uh?"

I said, "Whoa. You're fucking me."

He slowed down, but didn't stop. He said, literally panting, "Just a few more seconds. I'm so fucking close. It's just slightly in. Not much."

Without giving me the option to refuse he started thrusting again. Every time he jabbed his dick into me, it went in a bit deeper. Became slightly more painful.

His chest rubbed against mine. He was dripping sweat. I was getting pretty hot myself. The combination of skin and sweat kept making farting noises as he moved around. He kept ramming his cock home, pushing it into my hole and pulling it out.

He said, "Jesus this feels so good," and pulled his cock out from me. At first I thought he'd finished but it turned out he wanted to shift positions again. He moved upwards again, resuming the position he'd adopted earlier. Knelt between my legs and pulled my shins up onto his shoulders.

I just lay there totally submissive. I'm usually really demanding in bed - with girls, that is. Normally I'd be suggesting new things, telling my partner what I like, asking her what she likes. But with Daniel I just lay there. Just let him do what he liked. I sometimes wonder why I didn't tell him to fuck off and get the hell out of there - I reckon I must have been too stunned by what was going on to do anything decisive.

Daniel opened my arse with his hands and felt around my hole. I felt one of his fingers enter me. He smiled and said, "I think you're right. Went in a bit further than I thought."

I said, "It fucking stings."

He said, "Naah. There's a definite smell but I wouldn't say it stinks. Smells quite horny actually. Seedy."

I said, "Not stinks you dumb fuck. It stings. Your cock was right in there."

He said, "Oh right." Then he raised his right hand to his mouth and spat on it. Went back to my butt and rubbed his spit into my arse. One or maybe two of his fingers entered my hole again as he moistened me. Then he repositioned his cock at the entrance and started thrusting again.

Now there was no pretence that this was just frottage. He deliberately spread my legs further so he could penetrate me. Then he spat on his fingers again and rubbed more spit around the stem of his cock so he could enter further.

Once he'd done this, he bent over me slightly and started very quickly humping my arse, holding my legs apart with his hands. He looked down into my face and smiled again. His face was red and very sweaty. His cock kept coming out of me and my arse made farting noises when it did so. He replaced it as quickly as he could and then took up his rhythm again. He said, really panting now, "Jesus. It feels... like a cunt. Better. Tighter."

As he pushed in and out, my arse started to relax - kind of started to accept what was happening. This allowed his cock to go deeper into me and he groaned in pleasure, really gasping for breath. It stopped slipping out from me and he took up a more consistent rhythm, keeping his cock inside of me as he fucked me, really filling my backside up. It felt like I was taking a big crap, I guess, but one which danced around with a life of its own inside me. I could hear slight squelching noises from my arse as he thrust in and out. Almost inaudible sounds.

I became aware, as he fucked me steadily, of the strong smell in the hot room. The smell of his sweat mixed with that from my arse. The air seemed thick with it. It seemed so strong I vaguely worried that whole flat would smell of our anal sex. That everyone would know what we'd done when they got in.

My own cock started to lengthen rapidly. I don't know why this happened. One minute I was just lying there, letting Daniel buttfuck me and wondering why I was allowing it; the next I was aware that my cock was growing longer. I suddenly grew really hot and so excited that it reminded me of the intensity of my first solitary orgasm back when I was 11. I guess Daniel's dick rubbed against something inside my bum that I'd never been aware of. Whatever happened, I suddenly felt so horny that I actually began to enjoy what he was doing. I actually enjoyed having this guy fuck me.

I grabbed my cock and started jerking it. My precum was leaking out over my stomach. Daniel noticed what I was doing and said, "Oh yeah Seb. Wank it." I masturbated as quickly as I could. I wondered who was making gasping noises and realised it was me. I tried to stop but I couldn't. I sounded like a dog whimpering but I just couldn't stop myself.

I felt my arse grow wet and warm and realised Daniel was cumming. From his face and his movements, it was impossible to tell. He just kept his eyes closed and maintained his rhythm while his cock pumped his semen into me. He kept thrusting for quite a while after he'd cum - I wondered if maybe he was going for a second burst.

But then he pulled out from me and, pushing my hand away from my cock, hungrily ate it. His mouth moved up and down on my dick very quickly and I could feel his tongue sweeping around my bell end. His fingers found my anus again and entered me. That was too much for me: I came into Daniel's mouth, pumping what felt like gallons of semen down his throat. As I did so I felt his fingers thrusting deep into my hole, masturbating a part of my body that I hadn't previously realised could be masturbated.

After I'd cum, Daniel grinned at me. He said, "Tastes kind of... salty."

I was speechless.

He said, "Thanks for that Seb. You're a mate."

I felt that him saying that was rather inappropriate under the circumstances. It's the sort of thing that's said if I push-start a friend's car, or buy someone a beer if they're skint. Doesn't really fit with allowing my arse to be fucked by a guy who's pissed and horny.

I cleaned myself up and went back to Kaz. She was still asleep. My arse hurt so much and I kept farting. It was uncontrollable. I was pleased Kaz was soundly asleep because she once told me she goes psycho about guys farting in bed.

Daniel and I obviously never discussed what had happened. A few days later, he acknowledged that something had happened between us in a roundabout way by saying, casually, "You know Seb, if you ever fancy a can, just take one from my bottom drawer. You don't have to buy me any back..."

I smiled at him. I said, "Yeah. Maybe one night if I'm desperate."
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