Ring Finger

He stood with his back to the table and looked like he thought I was going to attack him. Like he really thought that my motives might not be all they seemed and that I might take a swing at him.

I moved towards him and pressed my lips to his. We kissed gently and I felt him gradually relax and then begin to enjoy it. We put our arms around one another and our tongues started pushing more deeply into each other's mouths.

I grabbed his arse, kneading his firm round cheeks through the back of his trousers. I felt his cock - a hard bulge at the front of them - grinding insistently against the front of mine. My own cock strained for release, forming a thick diagonal rod reaching up to my right pocket.

He pulled back and gasped, breathlessly, "I thought you liked girls... you bought a ring for a girl..."

I shrugged. "Yeah... but I like this too."

He looked a little confused but then smiled and shrugged back. "Okay...!"

I took my hands away from his arse and undid the buckle of his belt, pulled the zipper down over the mound behind his fly, and then yanked his trousers down a couple of inches.

The material of his white briefs was stretched by his cock as it struggled to be freed from their confines. I rubbed the front of them gently a couple of times, enjoying the feel of his soft yielding balls and stiff throbbing cock inside them, before pulling the front of them down to expose his glory.

He was looking at me with that startled, serious expression again. Perhaps he thought this might be my first time with another guy; was worried that the sight of his cock would disgust me.

I smiled to reassure him and then stared at his cock, rubbing it gently in my hand. I was about six inches long, of average thickness, and a pale brown colour. His glans, when I exposed it as I slowly masturbated him, was a deep purple and it oozed precum in a thick, sticky dribble.

I muttered, "Nice cock."

That made him smile. "Yeah?"

He seemed really grateful that I liked his cock: I wondered if perhaps he'd had a bad experience when he'd reached this point during a previous encounter.

I knelt down and licked the tip of it, tasting his salty precum as I swirled my tongue around its head. He shivered, pulled away and urged me to stand up again.

He smiled apologetically. "Sorry - it's too sensitive - I really don't like it."

I squeezed his shoulder and told him it was okay.

He tried to undo my belt but his hands were inexperienced and we both tittered as I had to take over from him. I pulled down my fly and released my cock from my shorts. It arched upwards, pulsating in excitement.

He laughed, "Wow! Who's a big boy, then!"

I smiled. I must say that it did look pretty impressive. My cock's about eight inches long and, while it's not the thickest I've ever seen, it was quite substantially thicker than his. Don't get me wrong - I really liked the look of his erection - but the sight of mine towering over it really turned me on.

I grabbed both our cocks and wanked them together. It felt surprisingly good and we both began to breathe more quickly as we enjoyed the sensation. I could feel his cock twitching, oozing precum like tears, as I gripped it in my fist alongside my larger version. I glanced down and admired our paired cock heads, the slits in them blinking like eyes as our foreskins glided up and over them; his was smaller and purple, mine was more bulbous and almost scarlet.

Then he fell to his knees and sucked at my cock enthusiastically, almost as if it was a lollipop. He grabbed my arse through my trousers and pushed my hips towards him, feeding furiously on my cock with his lips and tongue.

I must say that the sensation wasn't exactly pleasant. In fact, for the first time in my life, I felt myself going a little flaccid during a blow job.

He stood up and smile apologetically again. "Sorry - I guess 'cause I don't like them, I never really learned how to give them..."

I lied: "Hey - don't worry - they were never one of my favourite things..."

After a few seconds' silence, he asked, "So what do you like doing?"

I smiled. "Well... right now... if you're up for it... I wanna try that ring on... the one you promised me..."

He chuckled. "Okay... I might be able to work out what size your finger is from the feel of it..."

"Well.. actually... I was hoping you might have one that would fit my cock..."

That threw him. He looked down at my cock with an expression almost of horror. He stammered, "I dunno... I never... you know..."

I squeezed his shoulder again. "Hey - we don't have to... if it's your first time..."

"It's not that. It's just... well... I never tried taking such a big cock up my bum, that's all..."

I smiled. "Well, we won't do that then... don't get so worried..."

He looked a little embarrassed and smiled wanly. "Sorry... it's just... well... I like it... but it might hurt... you know..."

"Well, if it does, I'll stop and we'll do something else..."

He thought about that for a few seconds and I asked, "So, d'you wanna try it?"

He smiled a little and then nodded. "Okay..."

I was surprised to notice that his shock at the prospect of being fucked by me had made his cock go almost completely limp. Another first. This was turning out to be quite an experience.

I motioned for him to turn around and knelt down behind him.

I pulled his trousers and briefs a little further down, revealing the pale round cheeks of his arse. His cleft was very slightly hairy and had a deliciously musky scent: my cock twitched in eager anticipation.

I licked my middle finger and pressed it into his crack, searching for his hole. I found it - puckered and slightly moist - and gently slid my finger into him. His ring opened easily and offered little resistance: he might have little experience of larger cocks but he was certainly no novice as far as anal sex was concerned.

I eased my finger out and he bent forwards and gasped. I did it again - back in, and then back out - and he moaned.

I reached round to feel his cock and felt it - quite literally - hardening from soft to full size in about five seconds.

I chuckled, "You like that..."

He gasped, "Yeah... I really do..."

I began fingering him slowly at first, but soon sped up and became more forceful at his insistent grunts of encouragement.