Man About The House

I moved my fingers up to his belt and quickly undid it. Then I unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers, unzipped his fly and reached in to feel the warm, hard rod now making a tent in the front of his white briefs.

He giggled, "For a straight guy, you seem to know what you're doing..."

"I'm a medic. Undressing people is part of the training..."

He laughed more loudly. "Yeah. Right." He didn't seem convinced.

I reached into the slit in the front his briefs and, with a little difficulty, pulled his large fat cock out through it. It was a similar length to my own but far thicker. It felt heavy and meaty in my hand: it was exciting to find such a large, thick well-developed man-cock on a boyish guy like Nathan.

His foreskin covered the head of his cock completely. It was odd to see an erect cock, and especially an erect cock of the size of Nathan's, with its foreskin totally unretracted. I immediately, perhaps through force of habit, wrapped my fingers around its stem and tried to pull his foreskin back along his length. But Nathan grunted in pain and shoved my hand away, pulling forwards and away from me.

He said, recovering and moving back to press his arse back into me, "Sorry mate. It's just it doesn't go right back. It's a bit weird, I know..."

"Oh right. I didn't know... sorry..."

"No, it's okay." He stood up straight and looked down at his cock, which didn't look quite so hard now. Then he smiled and went on, "I guess my foreskin couldn't keep up with my bell-end when my cock was growing..."

I reached down and gently stroked his cock, hoping to keep it stiff. "You can sort of see why..."

He laughed. "Yeah. I guess size has its disadvantages..."

With my left hand I reached around his chest and pulled him towards me, grinding my cock into his arse again. I wanted to reassure him that this wasn't a problem; that, if anything, it added to my interest. He fell back into me, his neck against my chin. It smelt of shampoo with faint traces of his body spray.

Squeezing his cock gently with my other hand, I whispered, "You'd better show me how this thing works, then."

He reached down and held my hand in his. He gripped my fingers firmly and worked his foreskin forwards rather than backwards. It moved an inch or so over the fat head of his cock, puckering up at the end of it like an pair of extended lips made by a kissing cartoon character.

I'd never seen a foreskin do that before: I was fascinated.

He moved my hand forwards and backwards a couple of times, showing me how to masturbate him, and then left me to try it on my own. I soon got the hang of it and started gently wanking him, keeping the opening of his foreskin well in front of the end of his cock.

I said, "Is that okay?"

He grinned. "You can be a lot rougher with it. It's not like really sensitive or anything..."

"I don't wanna hurt you..."

"It works fine as long you don't try to force it over my bell-end. That's all.."

"You can fuck okay with it...?"

"Only arses... and especially blond doctors' arses..."

I smiled. My cock hardened rapidly again to hear him talk like that.

He went on, "...but I don't suppose you'd be into that...?"

I said, "As I said, Nathan, I'm an anything man..."

I felt his own cock stiffen and thicken to full size at the prospect of him fucking me. I liked that.

I moved in towards his ear and licked it a little with the tip of my tongue. Then I whispered, "As long as I get to go first..."

He chuckled and his cock stiffened even more. "First... second... third... you can have as many goes as you like...!"

I pulled the top of his trousers down to his upper thighs, revealing the back of his tightly-fitting briefs. His arse cheeks looked firm and round inside the thin material and I let go of his cock so that I could feel them. For a few seconds I was content to explore their solid, muscular curves through the seat of his briefs, but I rapidly tired of doing that and felt I needed a more intimate understanding of them.

I pushed my fingers up through the legs of his briefs and worked my fingers around on the warm, smooth flesh of his buttocks, relishing the sensation of doing so inside his underwear. I loved the idea that I was feeling them almost as they would be during his day: wrapped up snugly and cosily within the white cotton material of his underpants.

I worked my thumbs into his arse crack, groping through the light fuzz of hair inside it, and quickly found his hole. It felt hot and moist; slightly sticky, even. I could almost smell and taste the sweaty, pungent atmosphere inside his cleft; could imagine how firmly his muscular ring would grip my cock. My mouth watered and my cock ached.

He said, "I've got a condom if you need one..."

I pulled down the back of his briefs, exposing his smooth white cheeks. They looked even better than they'd felt.

I said, "Not yet..."

I knelt down behind him and stared at his arse as I kneaded his cheeks inside my palms like they were made of dough. Then I moved my thumbs back into his cleft but this time pushed them slightly into his hole.

I said, "You've got a beautiful arse, Nathan... it's absolutely fantastic."

He giggled. "A lot of guys have said it's my best feature..."

Despite his amusement, I was more serious. "Your face is beautiful. Your smile is out-of-this-world. Your cock is amazing. Your arse has a lot of competition if it wants to be your best feature..."

He giggled. It sounded kind of cute. Then he said, "Well, why don't you fuck it, Dr Wallace?"

I said, "I wanna taste it first..."

I lunged forwards to press my face into it, to enjoy the taste and smell of it, but to my surprise he pulled away.

He called out, "No... I mean, yeah... if you want to... but..."

Still kneeling, I looked up at him. He'd turned to face me and I saw that his cock had softened. It hung down in front of his charcoal grey trousers, still looking thick and meaty, but clearly a shadow of its former self.

I asked, "What's up?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "Nothing... it's just that... well, you don't have to do it if you don't want to..."

I said, "I know that. I want to do it to you. Really want to..."

He looked a bit confused. "Well... you know... it's my arse. Have you had any dealings with guys' arses...?"

I smiled. "Apart from anything else, I'm a medic. So yes. I've had the odd dealing here and there..."

He smiled but his eyes betrayed the face he was feeling a bit embarrassed.

I said, "Look... I really, really wanna taste your arse, Nathan..."

He kept smiling but looked troubled. "It's been a long day... I might be, you know... a bit smelly down there..."

I laughed gently. "I know what I'm getting into, here... I love the taste of guys' arses. And your arse is so amazing to look at, so amazing to feel, that the taste has to be pretty amazing too..."

He smiled. I wondered if he was troubled because I was, for the most part, straight and supposedly unfamiliar with the deepest darkest places of men. But then I wondered if there might be more to it than that.

I stood up and went over to him. I put my left arm around his waist and gently ran the fingers of my right through his dark brown hair. I said, "Did something once happen... did some guy once say something that upset you?"

He gave a half-smile. He looked a little troubled. "Well, kind of..."

I moved my fingers down his forehead and caressed them along the ridges of his eyebrows. His dark blue eyes looked at me with developing trust and affection.