Telephone Receiver

Without opening his eyes, he muttered, “Go on... press your finger against my hole...”

I eased his legs apart, my hand continuing to wank his cock, and groped beneath his balls into the thick forest of hot damp pubic hair between his thighs.

He sighed, presumably both to me and Ashlene, “Keep going... that’s good...”

I pressed my finger between his arse cheeks, searching for his hole. After a little groping I found it, a hot puckered ring nestling between his two hard muscular buttocks. Its stickiness made it obvious that Rob hadn’t wiped himself too thoroughly earlier in the day (in fairness, he hadn’t exactly expected that I’d be touching him down there), but I didn’t really care: the pungeant whiff from his arsehole combined with the powerful sexual scent from his cock and balls was, strangely, extremely exciting.

He began panting and urged me – and Ashlene – to finger him.

Still wanking his massively engorged cock, I eased a finger into his slick anus and he gasped. My finger glided into him effortlessly, sliding in right up to the knuckle. I was aware of what was lubricating my entry and was surprised at how turned on the sensation of it was making me feel: here was Rob’s most intimate hole gripping my finger with a hot slimy wetness and the feel of it was, bizarrely, causing sweat to trickle down my forehead and my own cock to throb painfully inside my restrictive briefs.

I began sliding my finger in and out of him, relishing the stronger smell from my finger as it withdrew from his moist ring, and Rob panted and grunted with enjoyment.

He muttered, “Lick my balls... the way I like it...”

I looked up at his face and saw that his eyes were tightly closed. He was so immersed in his fantasy that he was probably no longer aware that I was in the room. The person with him, in his mind, was Ashlene: all his qualms and reservations had evaporated in the heat of the moment.

I pressed my face down to his crotch, overwhelmed the thick, cloying odour of the sweat he was copiously producing, and licked my tongue across his large hairy balls. The taste was intoxicating: crudely sexual and powerfully male. I eagerly wanted more and swept my tongue around both his plum-sized testicles, his pubic hair choking inside my mouth.

He groaned his appreciation and then gasped, “Suck me... suck my cock...”

Still fingering his moist arse, I readily obliged. I went down on his thick, throbbing manhood impatiently, trying to get as much of his shaft into me as I could while sucking furiously at the swollen, bulbous head with every stroke. My free hand found its way to my own cock and released it, hard and straining, from my briefs. I began wanking myself furiously, grateful that I was finally able to release some of the pent-up excitement I’d been feeling.

Rob was panting like a dog, gasping with pleasure at the way I was hungrily devouring his cock. His bell-end throbbed, threatening to erupt with every stroke I made, and salty-tasting precum wept from its slit onto my eager tongue.

He grunted, “I really wanna fuck you... I wanna fuck you so hard...”

Without considering the implications, I withdrew my mouth from his cock, eased my finger out of his arse and climbed onto the bed in front of him. Straddling him and squatting over his crotch, I yanked the back of my briefs down enough to expose my arsehole and grabbed his cock with my hand. I plunged my arse down onto it and, despite being initially quite painful, I was quickly able to accommodate the thickness of his erection inside me.

I began bobbing up and down, squeezing his cock by tightening my ring as I did so, and he thrust his hips upwards to meet me with every stroke. The smell from my own arse, different from his but similarly pungeant and undeniably anal, pervaded the air as Rob’s demanding cock thrust urgently in and out of my bowels.

I grabbed my own cock and wanked it as quickly as Rob was fucking me. We were both grunting like animals; the sweat pouring from us.

Just before he climaxed, he opened his eyes and looked with alarm at my cock which was right in front of his face. It was like he’d forgotten he was with another man, having been so caught up in the fantasy he was having with Ashlene.

My cock, engorged with excitement to its full eight inches and being rapidly pumped to even further hardness by my fist, made the truth inescapable.

Nevertheless, his orgasm was already inevitable. Still staring at my cock, with its puckered slit peering back at him like an eye, his balls emptied themselves and three days worth of pent-up semen squirted up into my innards.

The sensation of his climax, his cock squirting geysers of cum while still sliding sloppily in and out of me, prompted my own balls to release their load. I shot strings of my seed across his face and chest, my orgasm less copious than his but equally powerful. He closed his eyes again as my semen splattered over him while his own trickled out of my anus. His cock, its rhythm gradually subsiding, made lewd squelching noises as it continued to enter and withdraw from my bowels.

I pulled away from him as he was recovering his breath, still staring at me with a vacant, stunned expression which would have been quite funny in a different situation.

A puzzled voice over the phone brought him back to his senses.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he muttered, his voice sounding gravelly. “Yeah, I guess I kind of shot my wad...”

He listened to whatever it was Ashlene said and then replied, “Yeah, sorry... look, I’m gonna have to go. Clean up and stuff before Seb comes back in...”

He hung up on her and then glared venomously at me. “I can’t believe what you just fucking did,” he snarled.

“I only did what you were asking me to, mate.”

Swinging his legs around to get off the bed, he snapped, “I thought I was asking Ashlene to do it, as well you know. You had no right.”

“You didn’t try and stop me. I thought I was helping you out, doing you a favour.”

“I was fucking half-pissed. I didn’t know what I was doing...”

He reached for his boxer briefs to wipe himself with and then scowled with a grimace, “Jesus, I’ve got your shit on the end of my dick...”

I didn’t like him saying that – I thought it was over-stepping the boundaries – so I snapped back, “Yeah, and I’ve got yours on my finger. So I guess we’re quits, huh?”

He stood up and sneered nastily. “Quits? No fucking way. Not by a long fucking stretch...”

He started grabbing up his stuff, still without any underwear on, and shoving it into his rucksack.

“You’re not leaving, Rob? Surely you can stay one more night...?”

“Not after that,” he grunted.

“Come on, mate.” I grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry if I went too far. I thought you were asking me to do all that to you. If you weren’t, then I’m genuinely sorry...”

He hesitated and I added, “I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Rob... really...”

He looked into my eyes and suddenly it seemed as if he was about to burst in to tears.

He said, his voice wavering, “I just... I never wanted to betray any girl. Not ever... not like my dad used to with my mum...”

“You didn’t betray anyone. You were thinking of her... you were with her, kind of. Isn’t that what’s important?”

Rob’s face softened and his eyes lost a little of their coldness. “Maybe... I guess I was imagining Ashlene... I just didn’t think you’d go so far...”

I looked into his eyes. “I’m really sorry.”

And he nodded and put his rucksack down.

After he had calmed down, cleaned himself up and pulled on a clean pair of briefs, I poured him another can. He asked me why I had gone as far as had.

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I just sort of got caught up in things. It felt wrong but that kind of made it hot, if you know what I mean.”

“Are you into guys as well as girls, then?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so. I just enjoyed what we were doing. I’m not saying I’d want to repeat it anytime soon.”

He pondered what I’d said, sipping slowly from his can.

I went on, “Look, mate, I thought you knew what I was doing and that you were going along with it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone so far.”

He stared into his drink and said, “I just sort of drifted off. It was like I was half-asleep or something, imagining I was with Ashlene. In the back of my mind I knew it was you doing stuff to me and that it felt good but I didn’t realise how far you were taking it... well, not until I opened my eyes and saw my cock halfway up your arse and your cum squirting into my face.”

I gulped. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

He allowed himself a half-smile.

After a few moments, I ventured, “We’re still gonna be mates, Robert Thompson?”

He smiled and nodded. “I reckon so, Sebastian Wallace. But I never want to talk about this – or even mention it – ever again, okay? It didn’t happen...”

I nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”

After he’d called Ashlene and made his peace with her and we were getting the bedsit back into some state of order, he asked, “Which bit did you like doing most, Seb?”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it.”

He smirked. “Just this once.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “Probably fingering your arse. It’s not something I’ve ever even thought about doing with anyone and it was kind of... well... interesting...”

He smiled.

“Which bit did you like most?” I asked him.

He considered the question for a few seconds and then said, “Bizarrely, the bit where I was imagining fucking Ashlene and having her riding me and then opening my eyes and... I dunno... having your cock there right in front of me and realising I was actually fucking a guy’s arse. It was surreal but, just for a few seconds, really fucking hot!”

He looked down guiltily, perhaps feeling he’d said a little too much.

After he’d brushed his teeth and stuff, he lay down on my couch and I threw my spare duvet over him.

Arranging it over himself, he said, “So not another word about it, okay?”

“Absolutely.”

And we’ve never mentioned it again.

*** Thanks to daveunc2000@yahoo.com for inspiring this story