Shower Gel

He put his lips around my bell end, drawing it into his mouth and licking it with his tongue when it was inside. It felt fantastic: he seemed to understand that the underside of my cock is its most sensitive and erogenous area and he kept returning to it with his tongue, teasing it and making me shudder with pleasure. Then he swept down my stem, taking as much as he could into his mouth before pulling back and doing it again. He started to develop a rhythm, sucking my cock and sweeping up and down its length with his lips. His middle fingers started pushing into my bum cleft, forcing it open and hunting inside it for my arsehole.

I gripped his head and started thrusting my cock deeper into his mouth. He maintained his own rhythm, eating my cock and then withdrawing, eating it and withdrawing, over and over. He was able to get six or seven inches of it into him; enough of it for my balls to bang against his chin every time I pushed myself into him.

His fingers found my arsehole and one of them started pushing itself into me, prizing my tight ring open and easing its way inside. I was surprised by how much it intensified my pleasure. I was torn between wanting to push my cock forwards further into his mouth and pushing my arse backwards further onto his finger.

He kept this up for just a few seconds before I felt the familiar sensations of approaching orgasm building in my balls and I pulled back from him, falling against the shower wall.

I stood there, knees bent, supporting myself against the cold tiles as I tried to recover my breath. He stood up and gently jerked his cock under the shower spray, grinning at me.

He said, "Got a bit too close, mate?"

I nodded, smiling and panting.

He waited a while, giving me a chance to recover and then said, "You straight then?"

I looked at him, confused by the suddenness of the question. He just stood there in the shower spray, fist around his cock, masturbating it slowly. Waiting for a reply. I said, "Generally."

"But you liked what I was doin' to your arse, didn't you?"

I nodded and stood up in front of him.

He continued, "You wanna try proper bum sex with a guy. If you liked what I was doin' to you back there, you'd love the feel of a cock."

I liked the way he called it bum sex and talked about it so frankly. He made it sound unremarkable, a common enough thing for a straight guy to want to try.

I shook my head. I knew what he was angling for. "It might hurt."

He said, "Your arse ring would stretch open, mate. Like a girl's mott. Two minutes in and you'd be pantin' like a dog."

I looked down at his cock, being gently jerked in his fist. It was not quite fully hard now, but was still thick and large. I didn't want to have it fuck me: it looked too big. How would explain it if Kaz saw blood on the back of my briefs?

I shook my head again. "I don't want to. Seriously."

He smiled again and nodded. Then he said, "Kneel down then, mate."

I knelt in front him, my face level with his big cock. He took is hand away from it and it hung in the air in front of me: no longer curving upwards, its stem was almost horizontal and his fat bell end sagged down slightly, like it was giving in to gravity. He whispered, "Get it hard again for me..."

I licked at the tip of it, pushing my tongue into his piss slit to taste his thick salty precum. Then I ran my tongue around his broad, red bell end, feeling him shiver when I swept it across particularly sensitive areas. His cock jumped upwards in spasms, lurching back into life. With my tongue, I could feel the texture of his bell end changing from being soft and yielding to becoming harder and firmer.

I pulled back from it and saw that it was starting to curve upwards again. I gripped it with my fist and masturbated it for a few seconds, feeling that it was still thickening and still enlarging in response. Then I returned my mouth to his bell end and, from the side, started licking it again, but this time I worked my way down his shaft and towards his pubic bush, licking and kissing the guy's big cock.

When I got to its base, I reached up to hold it again and gently wanked him as I ran my tongue through his coarse wet pubic hair. Then I worked down to his balls and gently licked them, feeling the bizarre sensation of sucking them slightly into my mouth through the skin of his scrotum. He pushed my hand away from his cock and gripped it with his own, masturbating it at a rapid pace.

I started wanking my own cock, as I moved my head underneath him, pushing my tongue behind his balls, licking the hairy ridge of skin between his thighs running towards his anus. He fell back against the wall of the cubicle and opened his legs to allow me better access. His whole body was jerking to the rhythm of his fist on his cock.

I pushed my face further between his legs, my mouth full of his black curly hair, as I worked my tongue towards his arsehole. Water was streaming down my face from the shower above: it ran into my eyes and stung them so that I had to close them and explore him with only sensations from my tongue to guide me. I heard him gasp from above. "Eat me out."

He pushed his body down the wall of the shower, opening his legs further so that my face could get right under him and my tongue could reach up into his hole. I could hardly breathe - the water was pouring down his body and into my face and my nose and mouth were buried into the guy's arse - but I was so turned on by being like this, by having him sit on my face like this, that I drove on regardless.

I beat my cock as fast as I could, pushing my tongue into the guy's arsehole. There was no resistance from it: it was loose and wide open, familiar with being invaded. It still tasted soapy from his fingering of it earlier, but behind that his own more pungent flavour was evident. I flicked my tongue in and out of him, relishing the warm stickiness of his insides. He pushed downwards, forcing himself further onto my tongue and I felt, with the tip of it, something deep inside him, soft and hot but resisting further entry. I kept licking in and out of him, aware that the taste of the soap was fading quickly and that the thick, bitter taste of his rectum was becoming stronger, almost overpowering.

Then he pulled upwards and reached across to his pile of stuff. I stayed kneeling on the floor, the water pouring down on me, frantically wanking my cock and panting heavily. Tasting the guy's arse on my tongue. His hands went down to my cock and he barked, "Leave it." I did as he'd ordered. I realised he was rolling a condom onto me and then squirting the last of his shower gel onto my sheathed cock.

Then he got in front of me again and, reaching down to hold my dick upright, squated down on it so that, with a squelch, I entered his hole. He grinned and said, "Fuck!" Then he started rapidly bobbing up and down on me, his large cock springing upwards and downwards against my chest, his balls rubbing against my belly.

I fell back, supporting myself with my hands on the floor behind me. Then I thrust my hips upwards, pushing my cock deeper into him. He laughed, then swore again. "Fucking hell!"

He kept bobbing up and down on me, his arse gripping my cock and feeling hot and slick with the soapy liquid. Water from above streamed down his chest, and his muscles were straining with effort of keeping him upright and above me. His hands were on his knees. If I hadn't have been getting so much pleasure from what he was doing, I think I'd have found his position funny. He looked like an old-fashioned policeman, bending his knees and moving up and down.

I started working with him, thrusting my cock into him further, feeling my orgasm nearing again. This time there'd be no stopping it.

He took his right hand off his knee and started jerking himself quickly. He threw his head back, letting his own pleasure consume him, and his arse made a farting noise as his muscular hole relaxed further. I saw thick white strings of semen shoot out of his cock and land on his chest. His cock kept spewing, his hand a blur as he milked it dry, and his chest was soon covered in beads and rivulets of his cum which refused to be washed away by the water from the shower.

When his orgasm had subsided, he stopped moving and just sat over me, my cock still inside him. I looked at up at him, wondering if he wanted me to stop but he was grinning again. Still recovering his breath, he panted, "Go for it, mate."

I started thrusting into him again, hearing him gasp as my cock slid in and out of his sensitised rectum. He closed his eyes, like he was in a bit of pain, but kept grinning and whispering, "Fuckin' go for it... go on... fuck it, mate..."

I hammered into him, hearing the noise of his arse as it ate my cock and, within ten or fifteen strokes, felt my orgasm overwhelm me and my own white juice squirting out into the condom. I kept fucking him until the feeling receded and then remained under him panting uncontrollably.