Look At It This Way (2/2)

Charlie stood up and, still grinning, said, "Your wish is my command..."

He pulled off his boots and socks in a couple of impatient movements. Then he pulled down his jeans, revealing a pair of dark red briefs in which his cock made a hard upward rod as it strained for release. There was a small wet patch where the round head of it pressed against the material.

Rod looked at the front of Charlie's underpants, and his embarrassment seemed to wash over him again. As if the realisation of what he was doing had hit him again and his guilt, or shame - or whatever emotion it was that had so deeply affected him earlier - had once more reared its ugly head. He looked away from Charlie and down at his own cock, as if suddenly aware of how excited he'd become.

Charlie pulled off his briefs and his cock, about seven inches in length and straight as a ruler, sprung upwards. He said, "Have you got a johnnie?"

Rod looked over at him, staring blankly. He seemed not to want to look at Charlie's cock, instead focusing on the other guys' face.

Charlie said, "You know... a condom?"

Rod said, "Oh yeah... yeah... sorry..." And he stumbled over to his desk, hindered by the trousers around his ankles. He took out a packet from his top drawer, and removed a condom from it. His face was solemn and dark: doubts raced across his deep, thoughtful eyes like the shadows made by clouds.

I thought, "He's not going to be able to go through with this."

Charlie pulled off his shirt and the teeshirt he was wearing beneath it. He stood naked in front of Rod, smiling slightly, his body almost hairless except for under his armpits and around his cock and balls.

He said, "How d'you want me?" He looked down at Rod's cock, now beginning to soften and shrink, but chose to ignore it.

He turned around and bent over, supporting himself with his outstretched arms on the mattress. His arse was white and, like the rest of his body, virtually hairless. His buttocks were slightly open and looked, if not to Rod then certainly to me, intensely inviting. He looked over at Rod's face, and grinned. "Like this?"

I was getting really turned on by the idea of seeing Rod fuck Charlie. My hand was on my own cock, gently squeezing it inside my briefs. I thought, "Yeah, exactly like that. Fuck him from behind..."

But Rod moved towards Charlie and gently pushed him over onto his back. I was confused and, from the quizzical look on his face, Charlie was too.

Rod looked down at Charlie's body, lying on the mattress side on, his arse and legs spilling over the side of it, his feet supporting himself on the floor. He said, "Like this... I want you like this..."

Charlie smiled again. "Okay... I'm up for anything you want, mate."

I think, like me, Charlie had assumed that Rod would want him in a masculine pose: in the stereotypically gay position of bending over to receive Rod's cock. But maybe Rod wanted what he was used to doing with girls: to fuck from the front, face to face. Maybe this way he could keep his guilt at bay: to tell himself that this wasn't really a "gay" act at all; after all, what can be as straight-laced and conventional as the missionary position?

I thought he would put the condom on but he didn't: he threw it down, still in its wrapper, onto the bed.

Then he knelt down on the floor next to Charlie and put his hand on the other guy's cock. Charlie nodded his approval and Rod started playing with his stiff cock, running the foreskin slowly up and down the shaft between the finger and thumb of his large hand.

Charlie relaxed his body onto the mattress, enjoying the sensation of Rod tenderly caressing his cock, and closed his eyes. Rod moved his left hand up to Charlie's balls and gently kneaded them, rolling them around inside Charlie's loose scrotum. His right hand started masturbating Charlie's cock, his movements clumsy as he struggled to come to terms with the unfamiliar proportions. Charlie's cock was shorter and thinner than Rod's, was straighter and the head less bulbous, and Rod's hand seemed uncertain about how best to pleasure it.

After a few awkward jerks, Rod gave up trying to masturbate him and instead just held Charlie's cock upwards, directing it straight up towards the ceiling as if studying it. Then, after a few seconds, he moved in closer to Charlie's crotch and looked up at the other guy's face. Charlie opened his eyes and smiled at Rod.

Rod said, "Let me know if this hurts. I've never done it before..."

Charlie nodded.

Then Rod leaned forwards and took Charlie's cock into his mouth, licking the end of it gently.

Charlie gasped and Rod pulled back.

Rod said, "Jesus. Sorry. Did I hurt you? I don't know how to do this, mate..."

Charlie laughed. "No! It felt fantastic. Just go for it. Be as rough as you like!"

Rod smiled back. "You asked for it..."

He returned to Charlie's cock and started eating it in earnest, taking about four or five inches into his mouth and then withdrawing it. Charlie closed his eyes again and lay back, seeming to enjoy it. I don't know whether Rod was any good but if he wasn't, Charlie was far too polite to tell him. In any case, the fact he was being sucked by a novice straight guy was probably exciting enough for Charlie regardless of the crudeness of his technique.

Rod got into it extremely quickly. He started sliding his tongue around Charlie's purple bell-end, licking the precum from the piss-slit like it was the juice from a melting lollypop. He was panting more than Charlie was, slurping his tongue around the knob of the other guy's cock then taking as much of the stem of it into his mouth as he could.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and stood up. He said, breathing quickly, "This is fucking amazing... I never dared do it before... I always wanted to, but I never dared..."

Charlie smiled and looked down at his wet cock. It was stiff enough to hang in mid-air above his stomach, throbbing gently and dribbling a string of precum onto the smooth skin below.

He said, "Yeah, it's like Christmas is supposed to be. Giving's a lot better than receiving..."

Rod pulled off his shoes and then freed his ankles from the strangling confinement of his jeans. He threw them, plus his briefs and socks, into a pile and then moved back over to Charlie. He opened the guy's legs and moved in between them. His cock arched upwards again, fully restored to its former glory, thick and impressive with a shiny red glans.

He muttered, "I think I like both, actually." He knelt down between Charlie's thighs and started kissing the guy's cock as if worshipping it. He held it upwards and licked the end of it again, running his tongue in circular patterns around Charlie's bell-end. He kept returning the isthmus of skin connecting Charlie's foreskin with the slick purple head, flicking his tongue over it and feeling Charlie's cock stiffen and swell in his hand in its approval.

Then he went lower, moving his face down to Charlie's balls. He started licking them, kissing them, feeling the sensation of them moving around inside their sac as he explored them with his mouth. He kept holding Charlie's cock and gently tugged at his foreskin, slowly sliding up and down, as he nuzzled into the other guy's balls.

And then, to my surprise and excitement, he went even lower. He opened Charlie's legs further and pushed his face down into the other man's arse cleft, breathing and inhaling the most intimate smells down there. I expected to come up for air quickly, sobered up by the difference between the smells of a guy's arse to those of a girl's pussy, but he didn't. He plunged in for more, applying his mouth to Charlie's arsehole, licking around it and into it with his tongue.

His right hand left Charlie's cock and moved down to attend to his own. He gripped himself and started masturbating quickly; relishing the sensation of having his face buried in another guy's arse; excited to the point of needing to relieve himself.

His head began pushing in and out of Charlie's arse and I realised he was fucking him with his tongue. I started masturbating myself at that point: I'd never even thought of doing anything like that, or of having it done to me, and to see one guy doing it to another was unbelievably hot.

Charlie gripped his own cock and got to work on it. He was gasping, "Ah... yeah... come on... ah..." and his hand became a blur of movement up and down the stem of his cock.

Rod pulled back panting and then stood up. His cock curved upwards like a branch in front of him, his foreskin reddened from the frantic movements of his hand.

He said, between rapid gasps for breath, "I don't wanna come yet... I wanna fuck... we've gotta fuck..." He fervently pulled off his shirt, oblivious to the ripping sound the left sleeve made as he yanked it off.