Look At It This Way (1/2)

He gave Rod a quick peck on the lips and then smiled more broadly.

He said, his voice as gentle as his smile, "Look at it this way..."

Then he fell to his knees in front of Rod who looked down at him surprised and puzzled by what he was doing. I guess, like me, he'd expected Charlie to stare into his eyes and say something philosophical. Some pearl of wisdom that would ease Rod's turmoil and settle his conflict.

Instead, Charlie unzipped the front of Rod's jeans and, in one swift movement, pulled Rod's limp cock out through his fly. It hung downwards in Charlie's fingers, thin and anaemic against the faded blue denim.

Rod said, "No," but made no attempt to push Charlie away.

Charlie made a quiet shushing sound and took a couple of inches of Rod's shrivelled cock into his mouth. He sucked noisily at the lifeless flesh, his fingers trying to pull more of Rod's flaccid cock through his fly.

Rod just stared down at him, looking confused.

Charlie kept working on his cock, his mouth confidently moving around on the head of it and his tongue occasionally emerging to lick along its stem. From the occasional glimpses I got of it, I noticed it was rapidly thickening in response to the attention it was getting. Charlie kept making slurping noises as he busily devoured it and, within a matter of seconds, I heard him trying to stop himself from gagging as Rod's cock had lengthened so much that it was pushing against the back of his throat.

Rod started to loosen his belt and undo the button on his jeans. Charlie pulled back from him to give him better access and Rod's wet cock was revealed, arching upwards at full mast. It was impressively large: probably eight or nine inches long and as thick as a beer bottle.

I was amazed by its transformation. Only half a minute ago it had looked soft, thin and almost pathetic: now it was pretty incredible - a bold, pulsating expression of the bubbling cauldron of frustration Rod had been suppressing. The stiff, curving stem was interlaced with bulging veins, encircling it like the patterns rivers make on a map. The head was a shiny pink, slick from the back of Charlie's throat.

Charlie stared at it for a few seconds, evidently as fascinated by it as I was, and then muttered, almost to himself, "Jesus. That was worth the wait!"

I thought, "Yeah. This must be a gay guy's dream." Then I realised I was getting pretty stiff in my briefs too.

Charlie quickly went back to work on it, and now started licking the swollen bell-end tenderly, as if it was delicate and sensitive. Rod groaned his approval, and his cock grew even longer in his excitement, the head swelling and throbbing forwards as if to try and encourage Charlie's tongue.

Charlie groaned as well, clearly enormously enjoying the sensation of pleasuring such a large cock.

Rod grabbed the back of his head, trying to push him back onto his cock, eager to have him to take it in his mouth entirely again. But Charlie pulled back, adamant on keeping things at his own pace. Rod took his hands away, accepting that, for the first time in the evening, Charlie was calling the shots.

Charlie started tracing patterns on Rod's bell-end with the outstretched tip of his tongue. Rod squirmed and moaned, gasping his pleasure. Charlie made swirling patterns around the broad reddened piss-slit at the end of Rod's cock, his tongue dancing over the taut, throbbing flesh like it was particularly expensive ice cream that needed to be savoured.

Then he lightly ran his teeth over the length of Rod's bell-end, gently biting the last half inch or so. Rod threw his head back and panted, sounding like he was somewhere between pain and pleasure, "Fuck... ah..."

Charlie clearly knew what he was doing; the guy looked like he was an expert in the geography of other guys' cocks. He knew exactly which areas were most sensitive and gave these little more than short flicks of his tongue; and knew those which could take something a bit rougher and combed his teeth along the flesh of these.

Rod couldn't take it. I saw him stop himself from grabbing Charlie's head a couple of times, but then the pleasure became too much. He reached out and grabbed the other guy behind the ears, drawing him onto his cock, and called out, "Please... eat it... please..."

Even with the massive cock in his mouth, Charlie was able to grin. He looked like this had happened before.

Rod pulled Charlie's head towards him, getting five or six inches of his thick cock into the other guy's mouth. Charlie's face became more serious and I realised he was mentally relaxing his throat muscles to accommodate the intrusion.

Then Rod, still holding Charlie's head, started fucking his mouth, thrusting his hips in and out and sliding his cock in out of the other guy like he was impaling him on a curved sword. Charlie clearly found it difficult to take the battering his mouth was receiving: he kept trying to pull back, to withdraw from the huge rod that was assaulting him.

Rod pulled his hands off the other guy's head, offering him some respite, and pulled his jeans down so that they fell around his ankles. Then he grabbed Charlie's head again and held his mouth steady as he renewed his frantic fucking motions.

I saw Rod's exposed arse, white and with solid round cheeks, flexing as he pushed his cock into the other man. He was panting and gasping like this was something he'd been waiting for.

I wondered how often Rod had done this. He seemed awkward with it, so maybe this was still fairly new to him. But then, actively seeking sex with other guys, as he had done, was something which brought with it difficult issues to be dealt with. I wondered, then, how often he'd had sex with his friends when he was younger - during stop-overs and camping trips - reassured by the fact these were one-off events, spontaneous acts between straight guys forced together in intimate situations.

My own cock strained inside my briefs. The soles of my feel felt like they'd frozen solid with the surface of the roof beneath them and my thighs knocked together like something out of a cartoon, but I was compelled to watch these two guys: I had to know what was going to happen between them. I thought of myself in Rod's position, as a straight guy venturing into new territory, and found myself fascinated by the prospect.

Rod's eyes were closed and his head tilted back. He hammered his cock in and out of Charlie's face, his pace quickening, holding the other man's head in place with both hands. His balls, large and densely covered in black wiry hair, banged upwards into Charlie's chin on each stroke. His cock, looking impossibly thick, managed to penetrate Charlie's mouth to a depth of maybe seven inches on each rough inward thrust.

Charlie's eyes were wide open, staring into Rod's dense bush of pubic hair; vacant and expressionless like he was uncertain how to feel about having his mouth treated so brutally by another guy's cock. He wasn't able to savour the moment, to tease and play with the organ with his lips and tongue: he simply opened his mouth as far as it would go and allowed the other man to hold his head in place and pummel him with his cock like he was just a masturbatory aid.

Then Rod's thrusting stopped: he steadied himself and just held Charlie's head in front of him, impaling his face with six or seven inches of his big cock. Charlie's eyes moved upwards, trying to work out what was going on, but Rod kept holding his head firmly in place.

Then I noticed that Rod's fingers were moving around on the back of Charlie's head, gently combing through the short hair. His thumbs were on Charlie's sideburns and cheeks, caressing the other guys' light fuzz of stubble, exploring the rough growth in front of his ears.

Rod's head was still thrown back, his eyes closed but directed up at the ceiling. His mouth was open; he was panting quietly, overwhelmed by the pleasure of what he was doing. Excited to the brink of orgasm by the feel of having his cock deep inside the mouth of another guy. He must have done this kind of thing loads of times with Katie but, evidently, that wasn't enough. It was the fact this was another male - someone with masculine features like short hair, sideburns and a light growth of stubble on his cheeks - that seemed to be so appealing to him.

I half expected Rod to be overcome by his pleasure and to see Charlie swallowing rapidly as Rod squirted his semen down his throat. But instead he stood like that for a thirty seconds or so: just pressing his cock deep into Charlie's mouth, caressing the other guy's head with his fingers and thumbs. Relishing the sensation.

The he pulled back, pulled his thick arching cock out from Charlie's mouth, and, still gently panting, said, "Jesus, mate. I need a fuck... I really need a fuck..."

Charlie closed his mouth and rubbed his aching jaws with both hands. Then he grinned. "I think I've got lockjaw..."

Rod repeated, his face serious, "I really need a fuck... like now..."