Straight Men Love Anal

My heart pounded in my ears as I sat nervously in the workshop room. Around a dozen men sat around me, perched awkwardly on plastic chairs, waiting for the tutor to start. The soft throb of music pounded through the walls from the gym, and the accompanying clanking of weights and pounding of feet gave a slightly frantic backdrop.

I looked around at my surroundings. Fake floorboards lined the floor, the walls painted a mauve colour, perfect for the yoga classes that would usually go on in this room. The world outside was obscured by a lacy drape over the window.

An urn sat on a portable table in the corner with some instant coffee and cheap biscuits. I clutched a cup of the hot liquid in my hands. It had seemed like the best way to conquer the awkwardness of walking into a room of people I didn't know, but now I was stuck with a drink that I didn't really want.

The final participant entered the room through the change room and showers attached to 'Group Room C' and took his seat.

The facilitator looked around the room finally, nodding to himself.

"Right then," he said, definitively. "Let's get started.

I looked down at my sweaty palms and wondered how it was that I would think this a good idea. The ad had come through on my Twitter feed of all places. Obviously, my porn search history was leaking into my algorithms, but it's wording caught my eye.

"Straight Men Love Anal" was its catchy beginning. I nearly scrolled past the sponsored post, but the wording filtered into my mind, and I returned to read the post.

"We know straight men love anal sex, but at best get it once a year on their birthday. We've cracked the code to getting as much anal sex as you want without paying a sex worker, and we can teach you our formula. Click on the link and check for a workshop near you."

I'm not sure if it was the lack of sex lately, with my girlfriend working away for the month, or the 4 beers floating around my bloodstream, but against my better judgement, I clicked on the link and found myself on their website.

It looked glossy and professional, lots of still shots of straight anal porn, faded but visible just enough to catch your attention. Testimonials flooded the page. Apparently, lots of men now fucking all the arse they'd ever wanted using their simple formula.

Anal sex had long been a fetish of mine. It featured heavily in my porn rotation, and in my spank bank, but in terms of experience, I had only ever managed it a few times. Most of my girlfriends had been a definite 'No' and the few that had been willing, had only let me try the once. It had seemed like such a big favour, that I found it hard to relax and didn't even enjoy it that much, worried that they weren't into it.

I longed for my current girlfriend to be as into it as I was, but she hadn't even let me in there once.

Sceptical, but interested, I read on. Apparently 3 workshops over 3 weeks were all I needed to become an anal god, for the mere price of $300. Of course, as luck would have it, a course was about to run just 50km away, starting next week!

I shook my head at my gullibility and shut the computer. Clearly a scam, I thought to myself. Who would even fall for that?

But the thought wouldn't leave my mind that night, and I lay awake wondering if it really could sort out my sexual woes.

I got up the next morning, resolved to do some basic due diligence.

First up, a phone call. Checking the website again, I looked at the number for the workshop near me. It seemed like the right area code. I called, expecting to hear the pause and click suggesting a phone bank, but it rang a few times, and an average-sounding voice answered.

"Barkley's Gym, how can I help?"

Taken aback, I fumbled my words a little. "Oh, ah, I was, ah, hoping to book into the Tuesday night workshop next week." I managed to get out, blushing furiously.

"Oh sure. The men's group one?" He replied nonchalantly. "I'll just check if there's still space. It's been a popular workshop that one."

He paused for a moment, a few clicks on a keyboard. Some voices and music in the background seemed to confirm the gym venue as he claimed.

"Yep, all good. Was it just the one spot you were after?"

"Yes," I replied. "Just me."

"No worries, mate, just need your first name and phone number for the booking."

"You don't need my credit card or anything?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"No, this one's a private class, we just manage the booking. You can either pay on their website or just pay up on the night."

And with that, I was all booked in.

I thought about it constantly over the week leading up to the course. On the one hand, I was sure it was a scam. I'd rock up, pay and find that there was nothing actually to it. On the other hand, I couldn't let go of the possibility it was actually going to help me as it described.

But before I knew it, the week rolled by and the workshop night arrived. I turned up to the designated address. The guy on the front desk directed me down the hall to 'Group Room C'. The facilitator sat at a little table by the entry, and greeted me as I walked in.

He looked nothing like the Russian hacker I'd imagined in my mind's eye. He sat comfortably in the chair, his chinos and polo shirt fitted but not too tight. He was the kind of guy who immediately won your trust, who always had a group of people around him at a party. The guy who always somehow left with the hottest girl.

"Pleased to meet you, Keiran." He smiled warmly as I gave him my name. "Hope you enjoy the workshop."

I gave him my money without another thought, and so, found myself sitting nervously on the plastic chair.

The facilitator looked around the room, smiling.

"I know this look." He said, seeming to look us each in the eye all at once. "You're all wondering how you managed to get yourself into this. Wondering how you ended up in a gym on a Tuesday night, with a room full of other guys, talking about sex.

"Let me reassure you, you're all feeling the same. I've run these workshops probably 50 times now, so I have a bit of experience. Trust me when I tell you, it'll all get easier, and you'll be so glad you came."

Everyone seemed to take in what he said, looking around the room at each other, weighing and evaluating. It was a primal instinct, deciding where we fit in the hierarchy. Were we in competition or were we a tribe.

The facilitator continued.

"My name's Tom, and I'm a sex therapist by training. I've been talking to men about their sex lives for around 20 years now, mostly in a one-on-one setting. In recent years, I began to realise that wasn't enough. Men were struggling to have their needs met, and our education system, our very culture was letting them down.

"No-one teaches us how to have sex. It's an absolute travesty. We never learn how to do it properly!"

A murmur of dissent went around the room at this. No one wanted to be told they didn't know what they were doing in the sack.

"No really," Tom went on. "Think about it! When did you ever learn how to pleasure a woman? Who told you what to do? Maybe you were lucky and had a partner early on who showed you the ropes. But if you didn't, you were on your own! Our whole culture tells us we don't talk about sex. When we do, it's just to brag to other blokes and tell them how good we are at it!"

A few nods were spreading around the room.

"We're taught, by porn, by movies, by culture, that a real man just shoves it in, fucks hard and then cums. If he's really good at it, he fucks hard for a long time, then cums. We're never taught what good sex feels like, or how to do it so your partner can't get enough of you and wants to fuck all the time!"

He was winning the crowd over now.

"Porn is the biggest culprit. Nothing but videos of guys slamming their women hard and the women moaning and cumming like their pussy's not being destroyed. And we wonder why our own wives and girlfriends act like it's a huge favour when they let us fuck them."

I was nodding myself now. He was dead right! I didn't have the faintest clue what I was doing in bed. I tried my best, but my girlfriend hardly ever came when we fucked.

"Now anal sex, that's something else entirely." His voice went a bit quieter now, so we had to lean forward a little to hear. He had us entirely in his grasp now.

"We're conditioned to believe anal is just something we get as a favour if we're lucky. If our girl is super generous, maybe on our birthday. Perhaps they'll let us put it there once a year if we get them something nice.

"This right here is the biggest barrier to anal sex. Anal sex hurts, and if they let you do it, they're doing you a huge favour.

"What if I told you the secret? Right here in the first workshop! The secret is... anal sex should feel good for both of you."

He paused waiting for this truth bomb to filter through the room.

"Arses are full of nerve endings. Being penetrated stimulates them. If you learn how to do it properly, anal sex can feel aMAZing! And once you've managed that, your girl will be begging for you to fuck her arse."

The room hung on his every word. An aura of excitement circulated. My own cock stirred as I imagined the implications of endless anal sex. Could it possibly be true?

"Now, don't get me wrong. Anal sex can be enjoyable, but it needs some work to make it that way. You can't just ram a cock in there, fuck till you cum and expect her to be moaning in ecstasy. It needs finesse and skill, and these are the things you'll learn in these workshops."

Tom took a sip from the glass of water next to his laptop and paused a moment.

"First though, I have to explain a few things about these workshops." He looked at us one by one, gauging our reactions. "These workshops are a bit... unorthodox to say the least. This first session is pretty tame. We're going to cover some anatomy and physiology, information about sexual response, some detail about safety and hygiene."

We nodded along, not surprised by his outline.

"Next week though, things will change a bit. For this, you'll need some flexibility, and some willingness to test your boundaries. It's likely we'll be covering ground you've never explored before.

"You need to know before we proceed that there will be some nudity, and some participatory aspects to the class. This is a class about sex, and so that means you will be participating in some sexual activity."

My cock jumped with excitement at the thought. Was he going to bring in women for us to try out our skills on?

"Of course, none of this is mandatory. You're free to leave at any time and you'll be refunded if you decide not to come to the next workshop. You're not obliged to participate, but at the same time, we can't just have onlookers, so not participating means you'll have to leave.

He paused again and looked around the room. You had to hand it to the guy. He was a master at this. We were eating out of the palm of his hand.

"So, I guess this is the moment." He seemed to hold my gaze as he continued. "Now is your chance to leave if this doesn't sound like your kind of thing. If you head off now, I'll give you a full refund, no questions. But, after this point, there won't be any refunds if you don't come back.

"No prizes for pulling out late!"

The double entendre seemed to break the tension a little and a chuckle circulated the room. Everyone looked around at each other, wondering if anyone would get up. I tensed, ready to stand if the consensus seemed to be to leave. I didn't want to be the only one left. I somehow needed the anonymity of the group.

The moment passed and everyone remained seated. The collective sigh was audible. We were in it now.

Tom smiled. "Thought so." He said. "Sometimes you can just tell when you've got a good group."

The lesson really kicked into gear from there. Tom ran through an initially dry lecture about male and female anatomy, sphincters, vulvas, prostates and erogenous zones.

Just as the energy started to drop though, the slideshow got interesting. A series of pictures of female anatomy ensued, largely derived from porn, showing women in their full anatomical glory. Using the images, he talked through the different body parts he'd described. I cast my mind back to high school sex ed and chuckled to myself imagining it being taught like this.

The crowd was noticeably shifting in their seats as various erections sprung up around the room.

"Now, it's nearly time to wrap up." Tom jumped in, ignoring the tension developing. "But before we go, a little homework for next week."

I moaned a little internally, dreading the expected research project, or worse, group presentation that had been the bane of my existence in other learning settings.

"Don't stress, it's pretty easy. Your task is just to get to know your own body a little more. Most guys never look at their own arse, but it's important to know yourself if you're ever going to get good at this stuff."

He was dead right. This was a part of my body that I never even tried to look at. It got a quick wipe in the toilet, and a wash in the shower, but that was about as much attention as I ever paid it.

"I want you to pick a quiet night, set up a mirror so you can look at yourself. If you're a bit on the hairy side, give yourself a quick (but careful) shave so you can get a decent look.

"Then, I want you to snap a quick photo and zoom in properly, so you can really see how your arse looks. Arseholes are as beautiful as any other part of your body, and they get a bad rap.

Seemed fair enough. A few of the guys looked a little uncomfortable at the thought, but no one outwardly objected.

"Finally, I want you to post the photo onto the anonymous site I've set up."

A murmur of protest rumbled around the room.

"Don't stress, it's just for next week's lesson. Your pictures go in anonymously. Even I can't tell who posted them. I'm the only one with access to the site. It's an important part of getting comfortable with your body.

"Now, one more housekeeping thing for next week's session. I mentioned before that there'd be some participatory parts to the classes, so when you arrive next week, come in through the showers first and have a good, thorough wash on your way in. You might want to arrive a couple of minutes early so we can still start on time."

And with that, the first of three classes wound up.

*************

When I woke the next day, the whole thing seemed a bit of a blur. When I was in the class, listening to Tom talking, it all seemed so rational and obvious. Here in my own space though, the thought of talking so openly in a room full of other men just seemed so foreign.

With that said though, I resolved to do the 'homework' task quickly to get it out of the way. With my girlfriend away with work, I no plans on the Wednesday night and so decided to go right ahead.

I got home from work a little late and ate some leftovers that I'd frozen for the weekend. I stripped and got into the shower, washing myself carefully, paying more attention to my arse than the usual cursory wash.

Having never really paid attention before, I noticed with interest the different sensations as I rubbed the soap carefully around my hole, feeling the muscle flex as I stimulated the sensitive tissue.

I rinsed and dried off thoroughly, and walked back to the kitchen naked, searching in my shopping bag for the new razor I'd bought just for this task.

I returned to the bathroom, and after a bit of experimentation, found a position that was going to work; I half-reclined against some folded towels on the floor, legs spread wide and resting on the edge of the bath. A mirror resting against the bath gave me the perfect view of this never-before-examined part of my body.

I looked at it with a new sense of curiosity. I was not a particularly hairy bloke. A light fuzz on the cheeks of my arse thickened in my arse crack to a denser scrub of dark hair. A ring of coarser, curly hair surrounded my butt hole.

I looked at it carefully, my hands parting my arse cheeks to improve my view. It was puckered, but otherwise unblemished, the soft, pink skin surrounding it giving it a delicate appearance. It was far from the gross, taboo body part that I'd always imagined.

I tensed my arse muscles, watching as the thick, muscular sphincter tightened and released, the hole winking at me.

Reaching for the shaving cream, a gave it a shake and squirted a small amount onto my fingertips. I watched in the mirror as my fingers smeared the cool cream along my crack, running rings around my delicate hole.

I applied it slowly, breathing deeply as the smooth cream lubricated my massaging fingers. I was surprised by how good it felt.

Experimenting for a moment, I slid one finger across my opening, and back again, circling the twitching muscle as a soft moan escaped my lips. My cock twitched, resting against my flexed belly, and a glob of clear precum leaked from me slowly.

I stroked my hole again, my eyes closing involuntarily, as I let out a long, slow sigh. My finger circled my hole, stroking me gently before resting directly over the opening. With the slightest of pressures, I tested the muscle strength, the lubricated digit ever so slowly advancing in through the tight ring.

I relaxed the pressure, circling around my hole with the cool cream once again. With each lap, I crossed the centre of my hole, my finger lingering just long enough to slide slightly through the tightened muscle.

It became easier as my hole became wet, the muscle learning to relax. Without really knowing what I was doing, my finger pressed more firmly against the gentle resistance, sliding easily inside to the first knuckle.

A soft, low moan emanated from my throat as I squeezed down on my own finger. My arse was suddenly the centre of pleasure, my cock and balls just a distraction.

A passing siren seemed to break the spell, and I shook myself, suddenly shocked at what was happening. I stared in the mirror at the finger half embedded in my arse as if it were someone else's. I pulled it out and wiped it on the towel beside me.

Trying to ignore the raging boner pressing into my belly, I wiped the shaving cream from my hands and carefully shaved the hairs away from my hole and crack. I pretended not to notice the warm fire that spread through me as the razor slid cooly across my sensitive skin.

I grabbed hold of my phone, being careful to focus it only on the area immediately surrounding my butt hole and snapped a couple of pics. I flicked through them carefully, relieved when I could see no signs of my unexpected self-penetration.

Keen to forget what had just happened, I had a quick shower again before anonymously submitting the photo to the course platform as requested and tried to put it all behind me.

************

I arrived at week two of the classes with a mixture of apprehension and nervous anticipation. The first week had been quite eye opening, teaching me things about my body that I hadn't even contemplated. This week was bound to break new ground.

I arrived a little early as recommended, following the instruction to enter through the change rooms first.

I walked into the steamy room, surprised to see two thirds of the class already there washing up. I stripped naked, grabbing my soap and towel and walked over to the showers.

The press of naked men should have been familiar in this context, after years of gym and sport, but somehow it seemed different this time, knowing we were about to sit down in a class about sex.

An air of subtle tension seemed to flow through the room, the usual male bravado and comradery was more muted.

I stepped into the warm shower, the water flowing over my skin sending pleasure rippling through my core. I reached over and grabbed my soap, rubbing it over my skin slowly, lathering up and rinsing off.

The muscly bloke beside me looked over and smirked.

"Better not drop that in this room, mate." He laughed good naturedly. "You know what we're all into! Better not flash that tight little arse around too much or you might get a surprise."

The crass joke seemed to break the tension, and soon everyone was laughing and arse-smacking like any normal locker room.

I couldn't help but notice, though, how carefully everyone was washing themselves, and the extra attention everyone seemed to be paying to cleaning their arse.

The last remaining participants were trickling in as I towelled myself off. I went to grab my clothes to get dressed, but noticed the guys that were ready before me had just wrapped a towel around their naked bodies and headed for the meeting room.

Not wanting to seem like a prude, I followed suit.

As I walked in, feeling a little awkward, I was surprised to see Tom at the front of the room, stark naked.

"Might as well leave the towels on your seats, fellas." He called out cheerfully. "We're here to get to know our bodies, and that's easiest to do if you're not trying to hide it."

Those of us already in the room shared a glance, as if gauging what the group was going to do. First one, then soon after the rest of us, unwrapped our towels and draped them over our chair.

Not knowing what to do with myself, I walked over to the urn and poured myself a cup of coffee. Standing there naked, drinking it in a room full of other naked men, felt about as weird as I had ever felt.

I watched fascinated as the rest of the group came in from the showers one by one. Invariably they came in wrapped in a towel, and within seconds, each of them had looked around the room, then unwrapped it and left it on a chair.

No matter how strange, no one wanted to stand apart from the group.

I looked around at the range of bodies on show. I noticed we were all in a relatively similar age range, about 25 to 45 or so. Our bodies, though, ranged across a broad spectrum. Short and tubby, tall and muscular, lanky and toned or stocky and hairy.

I looked down at my own body, a bit looser around the waist than I used to be, but certainly holding my own amongst the crowd.

Like men in all situations, we were all trying to check out each other's junk, without appearing to look. It seemed it was a near universal instinct in our species.

Tom stood at the front watching us, the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smile.

"You know, naked males in all species do this." He looked around the room as he spoke. "I think it's some sort of hierarchy instinct. We check each other out to work out where we are in the pecking order. Being naked seems to bring out our instincts a bit more clearly."

"Alright, time for the first activity." He continued, kicking off the evening's session. "Around the room you'll see that I've put up a heap of photos of butt holes that I've managed to steal off the internet. Don't tell the copyright people!" a laugh went around the room.

Amazed that I missed it as I came in, I looked around at the many photos pinned to the walls. Puckered holes plastered the walls around us, completely disembodied from the women that they had once been attached to.

"I want you to wander around the room and choose the holes that you find most attractive. Which holes do you most want to fuck? Why is that? What is it about a particular hole that turns you on?"

The room went quiet as we each headed for the walls, slowly walking around to look at the strange display.

I wondered what it was that did turn me on about this. It was clear that some holes were more attractive than others, but I couldn't quite get the sense of why some women's holes seemed more fuckable than others.

Suddenly I came across one that looked familiar. There before me was the photo I'd taken of my own hole. Amazed, I compared it to those around me. Nothing seemed to separate it. At this level of close up, nothing gave away that it was a man's butt rather than a woman's.

"There's something about this one, isn't there." One of the tall, muscly guys stood beside me, close enough that I could smell the musky scent of his skin. "I'd love to slide my dick in there, I can tell you."

Speechless, I struggled to find a reply, grateful when I was saved by Tom's interruption.

"The more observant of you might have noticed your own photos scattered in there." Tom said. A surprised murmur rippled around the room as people looked quickly back at the images.

"In amongst all these photos of women's butt holes, are all 12 of your own photos. I guarantee none of you will be able to identify all the male holes."

Ripples of dissent spread around the room, as everyone tried to pretend they'd known all along.

"Anyone wanting to try, I'm happy to give you the list of the male holes as soon as you tell me which ones you think they are." He paused. "No? I thought that might be the case."

The group laughed, the tension going back out of the moment once again.

"My point is," Tom continued, "that male or female, holes are much the same. They're just muscle and skin and tissue, and everything else is just cultural construct. We're taught our whole lives what's attractive and what's not, what we should enjoy and what we should dislike. We're all grown men now, it's time to just enjoy whatever the fuck we enjoy!"

I watched Tom with amazement. He was so charismatic, I'm sure he could have talked us all into anything he wanted. Here we stood, in a room full of near strangers, already forgetting that we were stark naked, comfortably displaying the most private parts of our bodies to the whole room.

Tom paused and looked around the room once again.

"Now, I think, would be a good time to talk boners." I giggled out loud without thinking and blushed instantly. Looking around the room, I could see why Tom had brought it up. More than a few guys were sporting wood, with no way to hide it from those around them.

Tom continued.

"In a workshop about sex, it's normal for bodies to respond. Hard-ons are nothing to be ashamed of, just shows your body working normally. We're all guys here, we've nothing to hide.

"Now, if you notice someone not getting hard, don't draw attention to it or take the piss. If your body's not working the way you want it to, it's easy to sort out these days. Just come and talk to me and I can give you the details for a doctor I know, Dr Hanson. He's a specialist in men's bodies and has a procedure that can really help with erectile dysfunction."

I couldn't help but notice the faint twitch of a smile on his lips as he mentioned this procedure, but it was gone only a second later.

"So, remember this is a safe space. The male body is a beautiful thing, and nothing to be ashamed of."

Tom corralled us back over to the chairs in the centre of the room and we each took a seat, our towels draped over the chair. I noticed for the first time a thin rubber gym mat sitting between each pair of seats. I looked over to see who'd sat beside me and caught the eye of the tall muscular guy who'd been so admiring of my butt hole earlier. I smiled awkwardly, my face burning.

I turned my attention back to Tom as he started the lesson.

"So, this week's lesson is about pleasure." He began. "Usually when we think about anal sex, it's all about our own pleasure. Arse's feel good, they're tight, they look good when they're fucked, right?"

Grunts and nods from the room. He was preaching to the choir.

"Like I said last week, though, you have to remember that anal sex can be amazing in either position, either giving or receiving, top or bottom. We're just trained not to believe that, so we take what pleasure we can, not expecting to give pleasure to our partner.

"And in most cases, it becomes self-fulfilling. Because we just ram on in there and fuck till we cum, it's not really pleasurable for the other partner, and it can actually be pretty painful.

"Arses are not like vaginas. They don't make any lube. So, if you slide in dry it hurts. And what's the first thing that happens when something hurts? We clench up! And that makes it hurt more."

He paused, gauging the audience. He needn't have bothered; we were hanging on every word.

Nothing he was saying was surprising, but it was new territory for me all the same. I'd never even considered my girlfriends on the odd occasion they'd let me fuck them in the arse. I just jumped on the opportunity and ran with it.

And I even considered myself a generous lover! I always made sure that my partner was enjoying herself, always made sure she came.

Always, that is, except for this one area. I blushed, wondering how I could have been such a dick.

"Alright, I can see the look on your faces, the one that says, 'I never go in dry; I always spit on it first.'! I know, right, just like in the pornos? Well, if that's you, your homework this week is to grab a cucumber, spit on it and they shove it up your own arse. No? No takers?"

I laughed to myself. There was no way any of us were doing that.

"Even in porn they always use lube, right? They just do it off camera. Arses need lube, there's no 2 ways around it.

"The other thing, though, is that anal sex needs relaxation. The biggest barrier to comfortable anal sex is muscle tension. Your job as the top is to make her relaxed. And that doesn't mean just saying 'Relax, babe' before you shove it in! If you think that's going to work, I'm gunna bring you back to that cucumber homework!"

The laugh was more widespread this time. Everyone was relaxed. The tension and weirdness seemed to have gone out of the room, despite us all sitting there naked, listening to a naked bloke teach us how to be better lovers.

I found myself for the first time checking out our naked lecturer. He stood up there so confidently, his body toned and muscular. His physique was patterned with trimmed body hair, accentuating his masculine form.

I wondered how much of his confidence was born out of his long, swinging cock, wobbling around as he talked and gestured. I watched it, hypnotised, wondering if I'd ever checked out another bloke in this much detail before.

"So, the question is, how do you get her to relax, or at least, how do you get her arse to relax? Well, the first point is simple. Foreplay."

An audible groan went round the room. Tom laughed.

"I know, never met a man who's just in it for the foreplay! But, anal play can be hot in itself, and besides, if it means you get to fuck her arse every week, isn't it worth 10 minutes?"

The moans were replaced by begrudging nods of assent.

"So, anal foreplay is the same as anything else. There's nothing too complicated. Some massage, some finger play and some oral."

On the last word, a gasp escaped the lips of several of the audience, not least mine. One bloke from the back spoke up.

"What do you mean oral? I'm not going down on her arse! That's gross!"

"Well, you go down on her vagina, don't you? You're only a couple of centimetres off! All the same bugs and bacteria are going to be there. Look, as long as she's clean, there's really nothing to worry about. It's quite safe. A bit of a shower and a wash first and you're good to go.

"But the payoff is amazing. Butt holes are full of nerve endings and feel amazing when they're stimulated. Let me ask you this. How many of you popped a hard-on when you were shaving your hole? Come on, nothing to be ashamed of."

I looked around the room tentatively and as a few hands went up, I followed suit with my own admission. Nearly the whole class sat with their hand reluctantly raised.

"Right, we're just conditioned to think of arses as dirty and disgusting. I guarantee, you've all eaten a kebab with more bacteria than your average washed arsehole.

"I'm telling you, it's just conditioning. And the best way to get over conditioning is practice."

The room was silent as we processed what he'd just said.

Practice!

The prospect of trying some of this out on real women! I mean, it seemed odd, sure, to be considering it in a room full of people, but why else would we all be naked?

I turned to look at the door, half expecting to see a line of naked women walk in. My cock twitched in anticipation.

Tom quickly burst our bubble.

"Now, I can see some of you getting a little excited at the prospect of practice, and I'll tell you, I did originally run these workshops with some paid models.

"There were a couple of reasons we stopped this though. Firstly, the cost was quite high, as you can imagine. It made the cost of the workshops out of reach for most people, and I want this stuff to be accessible to anyone.

"Secondly, it just wasn't real. There's no point practicing on women who are already used to anal sex, and who's whole job is to make a man think he's the best thing to ever stick his dick in a hole!

"You need to practice responding to feedback, to learn what makes people feel good and what doesn't. I've found that the only way to learn this is to practice on partners who aren't used to anal stimulation and who'll give honest feedback."

Tom paused for a moment. It was beginning to sink in.

"That means... practicing on each other."

The room erupted.

"What?"

"Are you fucking kidding?"

"We're not some bunch of homos!"

One guy got up from his chair and looked to be heading for the door.

Tom held up his hands, palms out towards the audience.

"Look, I know this is a lot. I know you have you be pretty comfortable in your masculinity not to feel threatened by this. And it's not for everyone, I know. You're here by choice, and you're also free to leave.

He paused for just a second.

"But I also know that this is an amazing opportunity to learn. This is a safe space. We're all in the same boat here. Where else do you get the opportunity to learn some real skills and get some experience?"

The standing guy stood awkwardly next to his chair, his feet half turned towards the door, but not moving. He looked conflicted.

"Everyone says gay guys give the best blow jobs, cos they know what feels good, right? Well, how better to drive your woman wild than to learn exactly what feels good and what doesn't?"

The guy finally sat down and crossed his arms. The mumbling around the room settled somewhat. No one looked particularly comfortable.

"This is all ok." Tom's tone was conciliatory, almost soothing. "You're not going to catch gay from this. We're just testing out a couple of different techniques. Our body is our own. Why not learn all the things it can do?"

I was amazed at how quickly we had all acquiesced to this. In my own mind, there was barely even a protest. Tom had me eating out of the palm of his hand, and I would have done just about anything he'd asked me to do.

That being said, I think if a bunch of guys had got up and left, I would have been right there with them. The fact that everyone stayed, coupled with Tom selling it like leaving would be admitting you were insecure, well, it made the decision easy.

I looked over at the guy to my right, suddenly overwhelmed by his size and physique. Was he really going to go through with this?

"Alright, so let's partner up everyone. A quick 'rock, scissors, paper' to see who goes first and we'll go right ahead and break the ice, hey? Don't stress, we'll take it nice and slow."

We all stood up, gathering on our respective rubber mats, standing awkwardly next to another naked guy. I turned to the muscular partner beside me. My cock throbbed a little, standing at half-mast.

"I guess we should at least know each other's names if we're going through with this." His voice was low, a little gruff. "I'm Leo." He reached out and grasped my hand.

"Keiran" I replied, trying my best to give a confident handshake.

"Guess we better work out who goes first." He said, somewhat reluctantly. He made a fist with his hands, ready for the 'rock, scissors, paper'. "One, two..."

"Wait!" I jumped in. "Not really sure which way is winning here."

"Yeah, good point." He replied. "Maybe the winner's the top, loser gets his arse played with."

We agreed, and in a few seconds, my paper had beaten rock.

"Guess you're on your knees first, my friend." I tried to sound light-hearted. Anything to hide the deep trepidation I was feeling.

Tom jumped in from the front of the room.

"OK, everyone worked out who's going first?" He didn't wait for a reply. "Great. So, tops and bottoms has a bit of a connotation to it, so just for today we're going to go with 'heads' and 'tails'. I'm sure you get the idea.

"So, I want tails down on the mat, lying face down. Going to start with a fairly standard position here."

Leo looked over at me and sighed. Moving to the front of the mat, he slowly lay down on his belly, his arms flexed up above his head..

"Ok, now spread those legs apart a bit, fellas. Gotta leave some room for your partner to get in there."

I looked down at his prone form, amazed that someone could look so dominant, even aggressive in such a submissive pose. His entire body was tensed, as if he were ready to spring up and attack anyone that looked at him sideways.

Despite his tension, I couldn't help but admire his form. His back formed the perfect masculine V shape, his muscular shoulders nearly rippling. His narrow waist drew the eye down to his muscular, round buttocks.

A soft, downy fur covered the globes of his arse, spreading down both thighs. He was so taut that his butt hole was out of view, squeezed in between the muscular glutes. His heavy sack poked out between his legs, the head of his cock just visible.

I knelt down between his knees, following Tom's instructions as the rest of the room followed suit. Leo separated his legs a little further to allow me access.

I sat back awkwardly on my knees, not sure where to put my hands. I looked up at Tom, in part waiting for direction, but mostly just wanting to avoid looking at the big arse right in front of me.

"So we're going to start nice and slow." Tom began, "Just some comfort exercises more than anything.

"Heads, I want you to reach forward and just rest one hand on your Tail's lower back."

I followed suit, surprised at the slight jump that my touch elicited from Leo's taut body. I felt his heat through the palm of my hand.

"Now, slide that hand forward, the heel of your hand pressing into his spine. Let your fingers loose, just a light touch from them as your hand pushes up along his spine."

I slowly slid my hand along his back, up between his shoulder blades. A slight sheen of sweat moistened his skin. I couldn't tell if it was his or mine.

I noticed my body flexing awkwardly, instinctively keeping my crotch away from his arse. I looked down in horror as my cock began to twitch its way towards erection.

"Now, we're going to get that second hand going now. Massage is your friend here, guys. Nothing is quite as effective to get someone relaxed early on. Your goal is nice, comfortable, relaxed muscles."

I looked down at Leo's body before me. There didn't seem to be a single muscle in his whole body that wasn't taut near to breaking!

"So we're going to get some breathing happening now. Both of you together. Inhale, as you slide your hands down towards his lower back. That's it. Now hold that for a second or two before you release that tension again and exhale. Slide your hands down his back with that out breath. Try and push the breath out of him as you go.

"Remember, firm pressure through the heel of your hand, a light, tickling touch through your fingers."

In just a few breaths, the weirdness seemed to melt away. I stroked up and down his back, breathing in and out, matching his respirations to mine. I could feel his tension finally starting to melt away.

I quickly glanced around the room at the other participants. More than half of the Heads were fully hard, leaning forward carefully to avoid poking their partner in the arse. The Tails I could see all had eyes closed, seeming to relax into the massage.

I turned my attention back to Leo, just as Tom began to give some more instruction.

"Now, we're going to keep up that same rhythm now, but with each inhalation, slowly bring your hands down lower. Breath out, and push your hands up along his spine. Breath in and slide your hands back along the sides of his chest and flanks."

I continued breathing in and out, Leo's skin now seeming to respond to my touch. His breathing was deep and slow.

"That's good everyone. Now as you breath in next, you're going to slide your hands down as far as his glutes, before you exhale and slide back up against his spine."

I did as instructed, my hands cupping his tight arse carefully between inhalation and exhalation. I could feel the power in those muscles. I felt power in myself as I gripped them.

"Now as you inhale, you're going to go down a little further still. Slide your hands right down to the tops of his thighs. Your fingers should end up gripping the outside of his thighs, your thumbs extending down between them. Hold onto that muscle for just a second as you finish inhaling."

I looked down in awe, seeing where the next move was going to take me. I held my breath in anticipation.

"Now breath out, slide your hands forward. Both thumbs should just brush the inside of his crack as you go past."

I didn't even need to be told. The movement was natural. It didn't take thought. Just instinct.

"Now again, just extend a little deeper each time. With each exhalation, your thumbs push down a little more into his cleft."

My hands were developing a mind of their own. Tom's voice was fading into the background.

I watched, fascinated, as my hands stroked Leo's flesh. My thumbs probed into the dark cleft between his buttocks as my hands slid forward. With each cycle, my strokes got shorter. I focussed less attention on his back and more directly on his arse.

My thumbs splayed the muscular globes apart as they stroked across his buttocks. With each breath, I caught a glimpse of the tight, puckered muscle around his hole. It looked so warm, so inviting. My cock twitched and a felt a drop of fluid escape, slowly running a tickling path down the shaft.

I could feel Leo's tension melting away now. A soft moan escaped his lips once or twice, barely audible. As my thumbs brushed closer and closer to his hole, his legs separated further still, exposing himself to my advances.

I looked up at Tom's voice. He was fully erect now, his cock impressive as he stood alone at the front of the room.

"If all's going well, you should be seeing some signs that your Tail is relaxing a little. Maybe some loss of muscle tension, maybe a parting of their legs. These are all signs to watch for. All an indication that they're ready for the next step."

Again I looked around the room. Not a soft cock remained.

Curious, I looked down at Leo's cock poking out between his legs. It had grown considerably, trying to get hard, but squished downwards against the rubber mat. A small pool of clear fluid leaked out from him, streaking onto the mat.

I noticed now, my thumbs were venturing down low enough to brush the back of his sack, before streaking up along his perineum and circling his hole.

The dry skin around his anus seemed to catch on my fingers. I leaned forward a little without thinking and dropped a large wad of saliva, straight down into his cleft. Leo gasped audibly. I smeared the bubbly spit around his hole slowly, the muscle twitching in response.

I was so turned on. I had always loved anal sex with women but had never really explored it like this. Somehow the act of pleasuring someone in this way, to have them whimpering at my touch after being so initially reluctant, was like a sort of drug. I was truly seducing him.

"Now everyone, your Tails all appear to be ready to move on to the next step. This one's a bit of a leap for you all, but you're going to be amazed to see the response you get."

The Heads looked around the room, catching each other's eye. We seemed to be looking for some sort of reassurance from each other, wanting to make sure we weren't being judged. No one looked to be backing out now.

"Heads, I want you to grab your tails by the hips, and pull them towards you, up onto their knees. You might need to move back a bit to keep your dicks clear of them. We're not going there just yet."

A nervous laugh rippled through the room but stopped just as quickly, as the words 'just yet' seemed to sink in.

I quickly followed his instructions and looked down at Leo's splayed arse in front of me. His legs were spread wide, his arse pointed towards me. The tension was gone out of him. He was asking to be pleasured.

I rubbed my hands over him again, stroking his hole softly with my thumb. Palm tuned upwards, my fingers slid between his legs, sliding along either side of his balls as my thumb circled his hole. I held his pelvis in my hand. He moaned, barely even attempting to suppress it now.

"Now Heads, I want you to lean down towards your Tail while you're stroking them, and just put your lips against their lower back. Keep your thumb stroking their hole as you go."

I looked around to make sure others were following suit, before leaning forward as instructed.

I could taste the sweat on his back. I inhaled the smell deeply. In my horny state, his musk was driving me crazy.

"Good." Tom encouraged. "Now, slide your tongue out a bit, and lets practice a bit of a kissing, licking combination. This is going to be a go-to move for you, trust me. We're going to practice this here, where it's not too weird."

My thumb on a man's arsehole, tongue lapping against his back, weird seemed to have been passed a long way back. It mattered not. I was well into this now, for good or bad.

"Slowly, I want you to move that action down towards his glutes. Just focus on one arse cheek for now. Really keep that tongue action going. You want a real mix of licking, sucking and kissing. It just drives women wild."

I felt Leo's body quiver as my tongue lapped against his taut arse cheek. My thumb still played with his hole. From time to time the muscle just relaxed enough to nearly draw me in, before suddenly slamming closed again.

"Now, I know this is going to seem like a lot, but we're going to practice rimming now."

I closed my eyes, as if trying to deny to myself that I was passed protesting. A part of me watched in astonishment as my instincts began to take over.

Without even waiting for more instruction, my tongue dived down towards his spit-covered hole. Without thought, I wrapped my lips around his arse, and tickled his most private area with my tongue.

I inhaled deeply, lost in his musk. With a hand on each cheek, I buried my face in him.

My tongue explored every crevasse of him, seeking out new ground as I breathed him in. I flicked around his hole, the tip of my tongue even pushing inside him, before flicking out again and descending down his perineum.

With my nose buried into his cleft, my tongue sought out the back of his sack, lapping against the loose, hairy skin, before circling back up to his hole again.

Leo was a quivering mess. His arms had collapsed down, his shoulders resting down on the mat, head turned to one side.

His legs were spread wide, and his arse pressed up against my face. All tension had gone out of his body now. In a posture of total submission, he offered his arse up to me, begging to be pleasured.

My mouth was everywhere, sucking and licking him, trying to elicit his moaning response. My own cock was rock hard as I knelt on the floor behind him.

My attention turned briefly to the room around us. The sound of moaning came from everywhere. As one, we'd followed Tom down this rabbit hole, and none of us were hesitating.

I turned my focus back to Tom. I loved the feeling of his quivering hole on my tongue, the wrinkled skin just covering the thick, tight ring of muscle. I could already sense the change in him as my tongue probed. Already he was loosening, almost inviting me in.

It was as if Tom could read my mind.

"Heads, pay attention to your Tails right now." He advised. "You'll see that they're beginning to relax and submit. Look out for those signs and remember them, because they'll be very helpful to you in the future.

"Look at the way he's splaying himself out on the floor, widening his legs so you can better access him. Watch for the sweat beginning to bead on his skin. Look for his closed eyes, and his panting breath.

"Look underneath him and see how hard he is."

His voice was becoming hypnotic. I leaned around to catch a glimpse of Leo's cock beneath him. It was fully hard now, the thick shaft poking up against his belly, the dark purple head sliding out from inside his foreskin. Pre-cum dripped lazily from the end of his cock, slowly extending down to join the glistening puddle that he was making on the mat beneath him.

"Feel the way his hole is starting to loosen as you rim him, just starting to open up ever so slightly.

"Most importantly, pay attention to his smell. Our pheromones change once we're turned on. We signal to those around us that we're ready. Breath him in deep and remember that smell."

I pushed my face back between his legs and inhaled deeply. With my senses heightened by my arousal, his smell filled my body. I savoured him, detecting the subtle changes that Tom had alluded to.

His musk was stronger now, still with the unmistakeable smell of balls and arse. But as well there was a saltier smell, and a sweetness to it that was hard to describe. I could taste it on my tongue, exuded through his sweat.

The smell was doing something to me as well. Deep in my pelvis, I could feel a burning pleasure. A need grew in me as his pheromones worked their charm. It became difficult to know who was turning on who now. My own pleasure was tied up in the pleasure of the man before me.

I had never felt so connected during sex before.

As if waking from a trance, Tom's voice again broke my concentration.

"Now, I know this is going to seem unfair," he began, "but in the interests of time, we're going to need to pause here and switch positions."

Leo's response was guttural and unfiltered.

"No!" he burst out, opening his eyes. He pushed himself up before stopping suddenly, realising where he was and what was happening.

He looked around the room, blushing and calming himself down quickly.

I sat up as well, wiping saliva and sweat from my face. Leo looked at me, noticing my erection, the clear precum smeared across the head of my cock signalling my excitement.

He smirked, as he turned around, making no attempt to cover the streaming mess of his own cock. Precum dripped lazily from his tight ballsack, as more ran down his erect shaft.

"Well this was a bit... unexpected." He said, stating the blindingly obvious. "Never thought I'd be letting another dude stick their tongue in my arse."

I laughed, blushing furiously.

"Never thought I'd be the one sticking it in there!" There seemed nothing much to say. We were naked, both literally and figuratively, in a room full of naked men. There was no hiding our enjoyment.

Tom tried to reassert his control over the classroom again.

"Now like I said, everyone switch positions. Former Heads, lying face down on the mat. Former Tails, start the massage."

I quickly positioned myself, adjusting my hard cock beneath me, trying not to squash it too much. My leaking fluid provided some lubrication between belly and mat, and my cock felt surprisingly good as it slid around beneath me.

I felt Leo's hands, tentative at first, before gaining some confidence, stroking along my skin, rubbing the tension from my muscles.

The occasional drip was unmistakable as he leant over me, but he seemed not to care.

I breathed deeply, in time with his sliding strokes. The warmth of his hands seemed to spread through my whole body as he rubbed my tired muscles.

Slowly he moved south, his strokes drawing closer and closer to my arse. With each gliding cycle, he massaged and squeezed my muscles, his hands beginning to probe into the depths of my cleft.

I inhaled sharply as his thumb slipped down between my legs and glanced across the back of my balls. A spasming contraction squeezed another shot of clear fluid from the end of my cock. My belly was wet and slippery now.

His thumbs finally reached my hole, sliding and gliding over my twitching muscle. Without a thought, I felt my legs part further, trying to give him access to my virgin hole.

Following my earlier lead, he leaned forward and dropped a glob of spit, straight into my cleft, his thumb quickly spreading it around my sphincter. I gasped as his lubricated digit slid briefly into me, unimpeded by my relaxing muscle.

On Tom's instruction, I felt his strong hands grip my hips, pulling me up onto all fours. My legs shook, weak and burning. My energy was entirely focused on my throbbing arse.

Quickly I felt his lips on my back, his probing tongue stroking my warm skin. I felt him draw down ever closer. I longed for him to reach my hole, to give me that gift that I knew he would give.

My arms gave out, my shoulders collapsing down on the mat. The change in angle thrust my arse up further towards him. Legs splayed, I moved my arse, searching for his stroking tongue.

Finally, we joined, arse to mouth. His lips rippled around me, his firm tongue lapping at my loosening hole. Ripples of pleasure sped through my body like electric waves. I moaned as he stroked his tongue across me, lashing after lashing, rimming my hole.

His hands gripped my pelvis, pulling me back against his face. I wanted nothing but for him to enter me. I was open. I was his.

Suddenly I felt a pressure against my hole as his finger pressed against me. His tongue lapped the skin close by, constantly stimulating my electrified nerve endings. Slowly, relentlessly, he entered, wriggling and turning his finger, my arse trying to draw him in.

I moaned, my eyes closed, oblivious to my surroundings. The rest of the class had vanished into irrelevance. I could no longer even hear Tom's voice. Nothing existed but Leo and I.

A shift behind me drew me back to reality. His finger moved inside me as he straightened up, kneeling upright behind me.

I heard him moan.

"Ah fuck, sorry man. Ah, ah fuck!" His moans grew suddenly until he erupted into orgasm right behind me. His finger thrust further into me as he came, stroking himself with his other hand.

Hot cum shot from him and splattered across my arse and the back of my thighs as his finger penetrated me again and again. The feeling of it shocked me, but the sensation drove me wild.

I pushed myself back against his finger, sliding him back into me again as my own cock throbbed beneath me. A new pleasure grew as his cum slowly dripped down the back of my scrotum and thighs.

Understanding instinctively, Leo let go his shrinking cock and gripped my pelvis once again, thrusting his finger into me, stimulating my arse further.

He dropped his free hand down to my sack, massaging my heavy balls as he finger-fucked my arse.

The orgasm was upon me almost immediately. Totally oblivious to the room around me, I moaned like a porn star as my cock throbbed and bucked, untouched, beneath me. Cum sprayed forth, splattering on the rubber mat with a wet 'splot' before spraying against my chin and squirting my chest.

My arse clenched hard against Leo's finger, as if reluctant to let him go.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure began to abate, I felt him slide slowly out, sitting back on his naked arse as I caught my breath. I was totally unable to move from the ridiculous position I was in, my muscles still, as if paralysed.

Cum covered my arse, belly, neck and balls. The smell of it was unmissable. My cock throbbed, still hard.

Leo sounded a little panicked behind me.

"Fuck, man, I'm really sorry." He began. I felt him wiping at my arse with his towel, even trying to clean his cum off the back of my balls. He was talking quickly as I forced myself to sit up and took the towel from him.

"I just got a little lost in it all. I didn't mean to shoot on your arse, and I really should have asked before slipping into you like that! I mean, it didn't exactly look like you were objecting though! You were basically humping my finger." He trailed off slightly before adding "You're ok, right?"

I wiped the cum from my face and belly and then wiped the soiled towel across the rubber mat, as if trying to remove the evidence of what we'd done. I looked around the room. No one was even looking at us. They were all in various states of disarray, looks of confusion on most faces.

"Nah, man, we're good." I replied, trying to reassure him. "I got a bit lost in it myself! Sorry about your finger, think I nearly snapped it off when I came."

I was distracted. I could still feel the remains of my orgasm fading in my pelvis. I focused on it, trying to recall the sensation that I had felt just before I came. A hint of it still remained. A warm, pulsing glow, deep in my arse. It was different to every orgasm I'd ever had before, I knew that much. But the feeling itself was just beyond my grasp, like a name half recalled.

Tom took control once again from the front of the room. I looked up as he began to speak, admiring his proud erection, moist and leaking. He was unashamed.

"Wow, what a group you guys are!" he exclaimed, looking truly pleased. "It's so great when everyone gets into this properly. I just know this is really going to change things for you."

He smiled warmly at the room as we all gathered ourselves and returned to our seats. I felt the warm wetness of Leo's remains as I sat on my towel-covered chair. Rather than a feeling of revulsion, I was surprised by the hot desire that flooded me as the memory of his ejaculation flashed in my mind.

"So, it's time to wrap up the class for this week. I know this session always raises a bit of discomfort, and lots of questions, so I guess I'd just say to go slowly, and let everything just sink in a little. You've learned lots tonight and these skills are really going to set you up for the future. Just don't think on the context too hard or it'll tend to overshadow what you've discovered."

I tried to follow what he was saying, but my post-orgasmic mind was still a little mushy.

"Now some housekeeping for next week." He continued. "My lawyers have suggested I recommend the following before our next session, which is a bit more... advanced, I guess."

My mind wandered, imaging what 'more advanced' might actually mean.

"In order to keep everyone safe, they've suggested that I ask everyone to consider taking PrEP. It's really simple, just a couple of pills at least 2 hours before the class, then for a day or so after. Just prevents any unwanted infections.

"Now, in an ideal world, it's best to talk to a doc about this, especially if you have any other illnesses or anything. Most docs will prescribe it without batting an eyelid, but since I know most of you won't want to talk to your family doc about this, I've got enough to supply for anyone that wants it.

"And remember, I've got Dr Hanson's card here if anyone's interested in talking to a professional with experience in this area."

And with that the class wrapped up for another week. I grabbed a packet of the PrEP pills from the table up the front, compete with instructions, and quickly headed to the changeroom to get dressed, trying to avoid any conversation.

The stalls were all conspicuously full almost immediately, and the wet sounds coming from each of them made it clear what was happening inside.

My cock was still hard as I tucked it under the waistband of my pants, but I managed as best I could and walked out to the car.

As I drove home, I replayed the events of the night in my mind. I could still taste Leo on my tongue, a taste that excited rather than revolted. I slowly licked my lips, the sensation of my tongue lapping around the wrinkly muscle of his hole at the front of my mind. I pictured the saliva slopping copiously from my mouth as I licked his hairy perineum.

By the time I was halfway home, I could almost feel the sensation of his finger sliding into my arse, dilating my sphincter and penetrating my pelvis like never before. I could feel my pulse against him, my muscle clenching, but not stopping his advance.

I pulled over into the first rest stop I came across, hurriedly parking in the darkest corner. In a second, my pants were around my ankles as I stroked my leaking cock, my free hand lapping my still-wet hole.

I came in less than a minute, my load spraying across my t-shirt, undiminished by the orgasm I'd had only 30 minutes earlier.

Feeling dangerous, I started the car again, driving the rest of the way home with a cum-soaked shirt and my pants around my ankles.