Man About The House

I whispered, "D'you wanna tell me?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... there's not much to tell." He gave another half-smile and then went on, "He was straight. Not like you: I think it was his first time with another guy. He kept going on about how he wanted to lick my arse... to push his tongue up it... but when he did, he got really traumatised..."

"He didn't like what he found?"

"I guess not. I suppose it just didn't occur to him that arses have other functions..."

I smiled and moved my left hand down his back and caressed his smooth, round cheeks again. I said, "It's the fact they have other functions that makes them so fascinating to me..." He looked a bit puzzled so I clarified myself, gently working my fingers back into his cleft as I talked to him. "What I mean is: a guys' arse is such a private, undiscussed part of him - still seen as taboo and 'dirty' by so many people - that getting close to it, understanding it, is an almost essential part of getting intimate with him... I think that's what makes guys' arses totally irresistible to me..."

He smiled and nodded and I pushed one of my outstretched fingers into his hot wet hole. His cock began to rise again, slowly lengthening and standing up from the front of his trousers, in response to the action of my finger. His rectum contracted tightly around my finger as if squeezing me in appreciation and affection. How could anyone not find this guy's arse totally captivating?

Withdrawing my finger from his insides and rubbing it gently around the puckered ring of his anus, I said, firmly, "Now, you're gonna turn around and I'm gonna push my face into your arse, Mr Blackmore. Then I'm gonna lick your hole and push my tongue up it. I'll probably have to get my dick out at that point because I'll need to wank. After that, you're gonna pass me that condom you mentioned and I'm gonna fuck your brains out with you bending over the sink. How's that sound?"

He gave me a smile to die for and, when it had subsided and he was just looking at me, grinning and nodded, I found myself leaning forwards to kiss his lips. As I did so, he moved his arm around my back to hold onto me, and we gently pressed our lips together. I don't know why I did that: I don't normally kiss other men. I guess it just seemed right at that moment and, looking back, I'm glad I did it.

I pulled back from him and he smiled again. Then he turned around, bent over the skin with a hand on each tap and said, "Go for it, doctor..."

I knelt down behind him again and pulled his trousers a little further down. I could see his large heavy ball sac hanging down between his thighs, swinging pendulously forwards and backwards as he moved.

I reached to his arse with my right hand and pressed my fingers into his cleft. I found his hole again and worked my index finger easily into it. His arse ring was loose, and the thought that it had been stretched open by a succession of men before me made my cock begin to press painfully inside my briefs again.

I pulled my finger out, enjoying the fact it had been wettened slightly by his rectum, and then managed to slide two fingers into him together, still fairly easily.

I pulled them out and then pushed three fingers into his hole. This time there was resistance and he gasped slightly.

I said, "Painful?"

"Slightly, but keep going. What are you doing down there?"

It hadn't occurred to me that he wouldn't know what was going on.

"I'm managing to get the Albert Hall up your arse, Mr Blackmore..."

He laughed. "Before you say anything - it's always been like that..."

"Yeah yeah yeah..." I laughed. "Nothing to do with the two hundred other house-buyers who you've given special treatment to, of course...?"

He laughed even more. "You might not believe it... but this is the first time I've done it at work. I've had loads of women coming onto me while I've been showing them round; never any men."

"Not for the want of trying..."

"Absolutely..."

I pushed my three fingers further into him, feeling the soft, hot passage of his rectum snaking its way deep into him. He gasped again.

I withdrew them slightly and then pushed them in again. He moaned in appreciation and I did it again. He pushed back against my hand, obviously enjoying the sensation of me finger-fucking him. A few years earlier I'd have marvelled at how a guy was able to feel pleasure from having another man penetrate his arse: in the meantime, though, I'd learned a lot and I knew exactly how good it could feel.

I started fingering him more quickly, pushing in and withdrawing in rapid succession. Above the sound of my wrist slapping against his pale buttocks, I heard him groan a grateful "Aaah, yes!".

I pushed my face nearer to his arse cheeks and inhaled the thick, pungent smell coming from his cleft and from my thrusting fingers.

I kissed his arsecheeks, feeling their silky smoothness against my lips and nose. Then I roamed around them with my mouth, moving from one buttock to the other while my fingers continued their work, driving rapidly in and out of his hole. I loved the sensation of having this part of Nathan, the part that he usually kept covered and unseen, pressing into my face and against my lips.

I moved my face downwards, towards his hole and pressed my nose and lips between his firm round cheeks. The air inside his cleft was hot and rich with the smells of his arse and of my fingers. I inhaled it and adored it; thick, heavy, sweaty and undeniably anal. The unique smell of Nathan's most intimate spot.

It was strong but not overpowering, a distinctly male smell full of sexual meaning. It was enormously arousing to me - I revelled in its rawness and primitive carnality - and I pitied the poor guy who'd been so offended by it. What an opportunity he'd missed.

With my free hand, I hastily pulled my cock out through my trouser fly. The desire to masturbate was just too strong.

Nathan moved his body to look down at my cock and I think the sight of that, more than anything I'd said, helped him to relax. It stood upwards at full size - eight inches tall and throbbing like it was about to burst. My foreskin was fully retracted, the red head of my cock wet and shiny with the precum that had been leaking from it from since I'd walked into the kitchen. It was a cock inflamed to maximum with the passion of its owner; Nathan finally accepted that I really did enjoy his arse in all the ways I'd claimed to.

I pulled my fingers out of his hole and moved them down to my waiting cock. My fingers were slick and sticky with the juices from his arse and I rubbed them over the swollen head of my cock as if allowing it a taste of the meal it was about to enjoy. Then I gripped the stem firmly and started quickly masturbating myself, gliding the foreskin up and down the length of my cock with long, swift strokes.

I pushed my face downward in Nathan's cleft and started licking around his open anus, tasting the salty, sweaty juices clinging to it. Then I forced my tongue through his opening, inching along his hot passage as I outstretched it as far as I could. He groaned again and grabbed his arse cheeks, pulling them apart to give me better access. He wanted me inside and he wanted me deep.

I plunged my tongue into him as far it would go, overwhelmed by the taste of the hot, musky juices of his arse. His right hand left his buttock and went to his cock; his body started shaking rhythmically as he masturbated himself as quickly as I was. His left stayed where it was: pulling his arse cheek away from his crack, opening his hole as far as he could.

I started fucking him with my tongue, aware that I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I slid it in and out of his arsehole as he frantically beat his cock and grunted in pleasure. I was loving it: loving it way too much! I desperately wanted to save myself to fuck him but was unable to stop myself from masturbating, driving myself onwards towards my rapidly approaching orgasm. It was already in view - over the horizon and rushing towards me - but I was powerless to stop the car.

He pushed back against me, his arse demanding more of my tongue, and half-squatted down against my face. I felt something hitting my chin and realised it was his balls, bobbing around inside his large dangling scrotum, slamming backwards into me as he wanked his cock as roughly as he could.

But then, just as my orgasm was about to hit me, he pulled away.

He said, "Jesus!"

I thought maybe he'd cum.

But then I heard the noise from the front door.

He turned around, his big cock almost hitting me in the face. "It's probably your girlfriend." His voice sounded breathless; almost emotional.

I stood up and tried to push my cock inside my trousers. "Shit!" The idea that it might be Melissa at the door had instantly extinguished my passion but my cock was still too hard to fit comfortably into my briefs.

Nathan pulled up the back of his trousers and then, like me, struggled to get his large cock back into his tightly-fitting briefs. As he did so I noticed the pink bands along its length from where he'd been squeezing tightly it as he'd masturbated.

He said, turning around to show me his arse, "Have I got a damp patch around my arsehole? It feels as wet as hell down there..."

"No. Put your jacket on anyway. Just in case it soaks through..."

The sounds from the front door continued. An irregular banging: not knocking exactly, it was more muffled.

I managed to get my cock into my trousers and zip them up as Nathan said, "Has she got a good sense of smell? We must reek of what we've just been doing..."

Before I could think about that I noticed the kitchen window in front of us.

I asked, "You don't think she walked around the side of the house and saw us, do you? She's not exactly knocking politely..."

He looked a bit horrified. "I didn't see anyone through the window."

"You weren't really looking, though..."

"Er... no..."

I thought of what she'd have seen: her boyfriend eating - no, devouring - another man's arse. Her boyfriend wanking himself frantically as he did so. There wasn't really any way I could get out of this: no hastily-devised stories that would explain everything.

We walked to the front door and saw that someone was trying to force something through the letterbox. My first thought was that she'd written me an abusive letter and was pushing it through but then I realised it was the local ads paper.

Nathan realised the same thing at the same time and laughed.

He said, "Oh yeah. That's one of the advantages of living in this district, Dr Wallace. You get three free ads papers a week..."

I was still too stunned by the thought of being caught by Melissa to find him amusing. The newspaper, torn and battered from trying to get through the stiff letterbox, fell the floor and the sounds of footsteps faded away down the garden path.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he walked right up to me and kissed my lips again. I didn't resist him but I didn't respond either. I just let him do it. He didn't force himself; he knew that I wasn't comfortable with it.

He moved away from me and said, "Where were we? Let's see, now... you'd inspected the outside of the property... expressed concerns over the state of the kitchen... and then... oh yeah... you were about to fuck me as I bent over the sink..."

I chuckled. "Actually, maybe you should show me around the upstairs. That kitchen window's gonna freak me out if we go back in there..."

He walked over to the foot of the stairs. "Okay. If you'd like to follow me..."

As he climbed the stairs with me behind him, I said, "Your arse does have a damp patch on it..."

He reached the top and smiled at me. "Can't keep your eyes off my bum, can you?"

"Not just my eyes..."

He said, "The house has three bedrooms and a bathroom. Where would you like to start?"

"I think I'll go for... the bathroom..."

He gave a knowing nod like he'd expected as much. I guess I must have an air of a guy who likes bathrooms.

He led the way and I followed him in.

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Will be continued...