First time bi experience, pt 2.
We had finished all of our exams, but were still going to be in town for a few more days until heading home. We lived about three hours apart, and only he had a car at the time. I used my girlfriend’s, when it was available, but it wouldn’t be again until we all got back the following semester because she had gotten a student teaching job in a nearby town. With a little time to burn before going home he and I decided to go to his parent’s lake house about an hour away from campus. We had been there once before, with his entire family, and water skied and fished the whole weekend. I had no idea that this time we would take our lust for each other to the next level in that cabin.
When we got there late that afternoon, we headed into the nearby town to get some snacks and alcohol for the night. By the time we got back to the cabin it was already dark, and after eating a bit and drinking some, we started our usual nighttime activity. We watched a movie, played with each other’s dicks and drank some whiskey. Before long my head was swimming and we were full on making out.
To this point we had never discussed anal sex. Probably because it was the penultimate gay act, but also because I had never told him I enjoyed toying my own ass while masturbating. It had begun with my fingers at around 12 or 13, and escalated to hair brushes, screwdrivers and even shampoo bottles, smaller ones of course. My roommate’s admittedly average sized cock was still bigger than anything I had ever inserted before, and quite honestly, it scared me a little. That curved shaft though, I definitely wanted it inside me.
Neither of us was wasted drunk, I don’t want to give that impression, but we had certainly become uninhibited by this time. We were making out on the couch and I pulled him on top of me and kissed him hard. Our tongues danced, something we both loved, and I built up the courage to ask if he wanted to fuck me. Literally. I pulled away from his lips and looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked straight faced. His response, “God, yes!”
Relieved, thrilled, and a little terrified all at once, I asked him where he wanted to do it. He stood up and glanced around for a second. He pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside, “Right here.” He undid his belt and slid his pants down. This time there were no boxers. He had anticipated our playing, of course, even if not to this extent, but he definitely knew he was going to cum that night! I slid up the couch long ways and planted my feet against the arm rest at the other end, arching my back. As I undid my pants, he stood at the end of the couch and tugged at my jeans, pulling them down past my feet and onto the floor. I started to remove my underwear but he stopped me, and instead freed my cock from the flimsy opening in them, taking me in his mouth and nearly swallowing the full length. He only sucked on me for a moment when I said “Don’t make me cum.” I practically begged him. I wanted to feel him inside me first.
He slid my boxers off and stood back up in one swift effort. He looked down on me and pulled a condom out of thin air, as if he’d been hiding it this whole time, knowing we’d eventually end up at this moment. He held it up, looking at me to see if he needed it, which I truly appreciated, but I shook my head. I trusted him completely. We had already done so much for each other, and to each other, by this point. I wanted to feel HIM inside me. Just him.
He flung the condom aside and leaned over the arm rest, grabbing me by the ankles. I was still wearing my shirt, but nothing else. My ass cheeks gripped the corduroy sofa, so I lifted them a bit again, and pulled myself lower, towards his waiting torso. He climbed over the arm of the sofa and positioned himself between my legs, which I spread eagerly. He was close now, our skin touching, his outer thighs against the insides of mine. I used a bit of sun burn lotion as lube, and stroked his cock, somehow now larger than I remembered from our last encounter.
As his dick pulsed I mixed his pre-cum into the lotion with one hand and worked on myself with the other, rubbing my asshole with the same concoction. I slid a finger inside to gauge my readiness, and was surprised at how tight I was. This would hurt a bit at first, I thought, but I wanted it. I needed it to happen now. My entire sexuality had been building to this. Girls are great. Tits are awesome, and pussy is warm and soft. But I wanted dick. I wanted THIS dick and it was in my hand, waiting to slide up inside me. And then, it did.
He had waited long enough I’m sure. He pushed himself up to my opening, excited, and clumsy, but committed. His tip rested against my flesh for just a moment and then started to divide it. At first I was optimistic it wouldn’t be that bad, but that quickly faded as our awkwardness and inexperience came to bear. My asshole stretched as he pushed, and I could feel myself tensing. I tried to relax and let it happen as he shoved forward, inducing a sharp ache. I grunted and he slowed, but didn’t fully stop. “No, go ahead, its fine.” I almost begged again. He quickly resumed his momentum and thrust onward, now mid-shaft inside me. The ache subsided and I eased, feeling myself let go a bit. As he slid further into me I felt as if I was engulfing him, pulling him inside instead of him forcing his way in. As he reached my first limit, somehow knowing he was deep enough, I melted. It was exquisite.
As he began to retreat I knew I needed it again, and hard. He backed out of me and steadied himself, one hand propped on the sofa cushion, the other gripping the backrest. I adjusted myself to take another push and let out a slight whimper, quite by accident. The sound emboldened him, the lube was sufficient, and he was ready to pump into me again now. “Okay” I said. “Go for it.”
This was all he needed to hear and he plunged me, this time with more force. He went faster downward, and I took it. Not fully inside, but deeper. As he pulled back I knew this was what I had needed. “Yes, again.” I assured him, but he didn’t need my instruction, instinct took over and he began to fuck me. Wet with his pre-cum and aloe he slid in and out of my ass with increasing ease. The sensations were tremendous and I lay there, trying to focus on the entirety of what was happening. As he thrust in and out of me I moved to follow his rhythm and in several quick movements he was fully inside me each time.
I loved being fucked. All at once I felt small, but significant. Used, but cared for. I wrapped my legs around him like girls had sometimes done to me, and now I knew why. In that moment his only goal was to unload inside me, and I felt powerful for being the vessel he was going to fill with his seed. It was exhilarating. I told him to fuck me, and he did. I told him to do it harder, and he did. I told him to do it faster, and to the best of his abilities, he did. He fucked me good, for how long I don’t know, but it was plenty.
After a while I told him slow down, and he slowed. His pace now steady, with purpose, the hungry angst gone. It was slower now, but oh so deep. As he pumped he breathed hard, almost gasping. My entire body shook each time he shoved his himself inside me. “Yes, like that. Oh, yeah. Hit it. Hit that ass.” I became a total slut for him. As he fucked me I took a nipple into each hand and began to rub them. His smile told me he liked this very much and I knew the time was fast approaching. He kept his steady pace and fucked my ass intently while I serviced his nipples, and his ego. “Oh fuck, that dick is good. Give it to me. Oh god, give me that dick.”
I thought going into this that I knew my role. I was to be the bottom, and I tried to submit for him. I tried to “give myself to him” despite the powerful sensations I was feeling. As a previously straight male I was under the impression that we were the ones in control in a sexual encounter. But as my friend used me, I began to understand that in this scenario, a completely consensual hard fucking, that it’s the woman, or the bottom, the one TAKING the pounding, whomever they may be, that really has all the power. I was aware and open minded with my thoughts, I was clear headed. Yes, I was lusting for his thrusts, just as much as he was in giving them, but he was out of his mind. His grunts, his thrusts, his wild eyes, all told me he only knew one thing, that he was solely focused now on dumping his cum deep in my guts, and I wanted it!
With a few more twists of his nipples, and several more coaxing words, he pumped his semen into my ass so deeply that I thought it was filling my stomach. As I felt his hot cum shooting into me he let out a primal sound that literally made my own dick throb. To that point I hadn’t noticed that I was only semi-hard, concentrating so much on his needs that I had ignored my own. I suddenly stiffened at the sounds of his satisfaction. I quickly grabbed myself and began to furiously masturbate, my shaft already wet with the pre-cum and lotion mix. I wanted to climax with his cock still inside me.
Just as I reached full erection it erupted, spraying us both with sperm, his final thrusts subsiding as my own orgasm ripped though me. My load reached my own chin, and I tasted it, wishing it was his. He collapsed on top of me, fully spent from his lustful efforts and subsequent orgasm. We both lay there, sweating, his cum beginning to seep out of me as he softened. My own erection, still gripped in my hand, pulsed and oozed. His body felt hot against mine, and our skin stuck together from sweat and cum. I wanted to live in that moment forever, and I’ve chased it often over the years, but I’ve never fully recaptured it. My first anal experience, with my very first bisexual friend, was perfect.
