Straight Men Love Anal Ch. 03

The weeks following the final class were a mix of confusion and disappointment. I struggled to get the image of Leo's cock deep in my pelvis out of my head. I watched guys all around me, wondering how far their cocks would reach into the depths of my arse.

I would see a muscular guy walk past and just imagine bending him over the bonnet of a nearby car and burying my face deep in his cleft.

At the same time, I decided to try and explore things further with my girlfriend. She got back from her work trip the week after the final class.

I put a heap of effort into setting a romantic scene for her first night home. I cooked a nice dinner, had some music playing and some wine. We of course moved into the bedroom before too long, but my attempts at anal seduction fell flat.

I followed the routine from the class almost exactly. The massage worked a treat, and she practically melted in my hands. However, as soon as my mouth got even close to her arse, she rolled over with a disgusted look on her face.

"What are you doing?" she cried. "That's disgusting!"

I blushed furiously, and apologised profusely, my erection melting faster than a snowball on a hot grill.

I struggled to get hard again, eventually fucking to a disappointing orgasm and we went to bed with an awkward energy.

A week later, after constant fighting and tension, she had gone to stay with her friend for 'some time out', both of us knowing that we were finished, even though neither wanted to admit it.

It was only a few days later that I found myself at a loss, wandering through the big, soulless shopping centre near my house. It was a Saturday, and I had no plans. I had come to replace some of the cooking gear that she'd taken with her but found it hard to work up the energy to decide what I wanted.

Dejected, I sat in the food court, a cheap burger and fries in front of me, looking around at all the hot guys.

It was the smell that hit me first. The faintest whiff of desire carried to me by the draft of an air conditioner. The scent was unmistakeable. The tangy pheromone lit up my nervous system. I felt my cock jump and my arse clench as I looked around for the source of that aroma.

I knew it could only have come from one man, and sure enough, as I turned to look behind me, I locked eyes with Leo, sitting at the table just behind me, eating lunch with a hot blonde woman.

He stared at me openly, a slight smile gracing his lips. He held my gaze as he put a chip slowly into his mouth, chewing it deliberately.

He didn't break his conversation with the woman he was with, but I couldn't quite catch what they were saying amongst the din of the food court.

Amazed, I watched as one hand dropped down into his crotch, grabbing onto his bulge with a firm squeeze.

His eyes were lit with a naked desire. Their fire burned deep inside me.

Without thought, I got up from my seat, leaving my uneaten food behind. As I walked past his chair, I ran a single finger along his back, unnoticed by the woman he was with.

Without further acknowledgement I continued past him, walking slowly towards the toilets.

With a certainty, I knew he would follow me. My mind raced, wondering what I was going to do. I certainly didn't want to get caught fucking in a busy food court toilet!

I looked around to assess my options, and my eyes landed on a slightly ajar door, with the words 'Staff Only' in large letters.

I walked straight towards it, trying to portray a sense of confidence that I did not feel. As long as I looked like I was supposed to be somewhere, I reasoned, no one would question me.

As I reached the door and grabbed the handle, I resisted the strong temptation to look back over my shoulder and confirm he was following. Instead, I walked straight into the room, a sense of uncertainty in the pit of my stomach.

I looked at the small, dim room that I had entered. Mops and cleaning supplies lined the walls, and a long bench ran along the length of one side.

My cock was hard; it's power over-riding the anxiety deep inside me. I undid my belt and lowered my pants down to my thighs. Bending over the bench, I leaned down on my elbows, my naked arse exposed and vulnerable.

I had never felt this sense of submission before. I offered myself up, waiting to be taken. My cock dripped as I imagined him entering, owning me. I was past denying this part of myself now. I knew what I wanted, and waited with excitement.

I held my breath as the door slowly creaked open, resisting the urge to stand up and cover my nakedness. I forced a long, slow exhalation, and parted my legs a little further as I waited to see his face peek around the door.

Relief flooded through me as I locked onto his familiar gaze. He took stock of the situation almost immediately, stepping into the room quickly and closing the door behind him. The lock slid home with a sense of finality.

He walked straight over to me, slapping my arse with a stinging whack, before grabbing it and squeezing. The fingers of his large hand extended between my legs, and his thumb slid over one buttock as he palmed my pelvis.

"Oh, I've been dreaming of this arse." Leo said, huskily. With his thumb he pressed against my hole. "I've been dreaming of this tight little ring squeezing down on my cock every fucken night! Then when I saw you here, I just knew I had to fuck you today."

I moaned softly as his hand massaged my arse.

"I know you've been wanting it too, haven't you?" he continued, his free hand unbuckling his belt, and undoing his fly. His hard cock suddenly released from the elastic of his underwear. Clear fluid already glistened over the head as it slowly emerged from his foreskin.

"You've never felt pleasure like you did with me. Either before or since. You've been longing for it again. Pining. But now, I'm here, and I'm going to make your knees weak!"

I was speechless, entranced. His hand held me, but something else had me paralysed. The tension between us was like a living, breathing thing. My body was electrified.

"You want me, don't you?" he said, his voice low and gravely. "You want me to fuck you. I can smell it on you, oozing through your skin. But I want to hear you say it."

I barely managed a moan as his fingers brushed against the back of my balls. "Mmmhhmm!" I mumbled, my eyes closed.

"I want you to say it. Say you want me." He insisted.

"Mmmm, fuck, I want you." I moaned. As the words passed my lips, I felt a tension leave me. My muscles relaxed as I settled into submission. I was under his spell. I was his.

He knelt behind me, his cock waving around as he got to his knees. I felt his faced press into my arse. I whimpered softly as his tongue probed between my tight cheeks.

I tried to part my legs further to give him better access, but my thighs were held by the waistband of my jeans. Leo leaned back a little, slipping off my shoes and stripping the tight denim from me. As my underwear soon followed, I bent over before him, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide.

He plunged his face back into the crevasse of my arse, his tongue now accessing my hole unimpeded. I gasped as the warm, wet, muscular organ caressed me, rimming around my tight muscle and trying to probe inside.

I breathed deep and slow, relaxing my body, and sinking into the bench beneath me. As my muscles relaxed, I felt his tongue slip just inside my opening, the nerve endings exploding with pleasure in my brain.

He moaned into me, the deep, vibrating hum reverberating through my pelvis. His masculine stubble stimulated the tender skin between my arse cheeks, teasing the border between pleasure and pain.

He attacked me with a frenetic energy, as if he was starving and I was his sustenance.

His hands gripped my upper thighs, thumbs pressing into the tense muscles.

My cock throbbed, jumping with the stimulation of my sensitive hole, drops of precum dribbling out onto the floor.

I could feel his saliva spreading over my hole, coalescing and running down the back of my balls. I wondered if his spit would be lubrication enough for what was surely to come.

As if reading my mind, I gasped as Leo's hand reached between my legs and grasped my hard cock. Squeezing firmly, he pulled the skin down along the shaft, milking the precum from the end of my cock into the waiting palm of his spare hand.

He smeared the copious fluid over his fingers, spreading it carefully. Milking me again, he wiped his fingers over the opening of my cock, spreading the slick liquid over his digits.

Moving his mouth to the side, his tongue still tickling the side of my hole, he wiped my own secretions generously over my spit-covered opening. His lubricated finger circled around, mixing the two fluids together into a sweet, gliding mess.

My arse barely resisted the entry of his first finger. The hole parted, as if hungry for his penetration. He quickly slid out of me again, circling my hole before sliding back inside, training me to stay open for him.

The pleasure was intense, but superficial. The nerves around my arse loved the attention, but I wanted that deep, pelvic burn that I knew he could give me.

As I felt his next entry, I pushed back towards him, sliding my arse along his probing finger. He laughed as he pulled back, teasing me with his finger just inside my anus.

"Oh, someone sure knows what he wants." He growled low and deep. "This arse is hungry for more."

He wiggled his finger just inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

"You're going to get just what I want to give you, my man. This arse is mine today."

I whimpered as he thrust back inside me again, probing deep. His finger brushed against my prostate, the fire inside me finally igniting.

I tilted my pelvis, trying to maximise the stimulation of my prostate, the movement causing a sudden gush of fluid from me.

I moaned, a deep, shuddering breath escaping from my mouth as he slid a second finger in to join the first.

Looking down between my legs, I could see his hand gripping his own hard cock, stroking slowly as his fingers fucked me. I closed my eyes, imagining it sliding into me, his throbbing cock stretching my hole.

His stroking fingers had found their mark now, as he stroked my prostate over and over. I resisted the temptation to stroke my cock, wanting to focus instead on the pleasure deep in my pelvis.

My arse was open to him, drawing him in. His fingers were pleasure. With each thrust, he drove the pleasure deeper and deeper.

I felt the familiar build up as my knees began to weaken. Pressing my face against my arm, I tried to stifle the building moans, unable to control the noises I was making.

With a sudden release, I felt my dam burst as the pleasure spread through my whole body like an electric current. His fingers pressed deep into me, not moving as I bucked my pelvis up and down in the throes of pleasure.

As the pleasure faded somewhat, my breathing settled, and I looked down at him again. His free palm was full of the fluid I had erupted, and I watched as he smeared it over the glistening head of his erect cock, poking up through his open pants.

I looked around and caught his eye as he lubricated his cock. He knew I was ready for him.

He stood slowly, lowering his pants just a little, freeing his heavy sack. Short, dark hair covered the wrinkled skin, and peeked out from beneath his shirt, around the base of his thick cock.

He positioned himself behind me, his fingers slipping from me at the last moment. The throbbing, purple head of his cock pressed against my hole, meeting little resistance. Slowly, he slid inside me as my muscle relaxed to accommodate him.

The stretching sensation was pleasure enough on its own, even as he plunged further into my pelvis. I gasped as he glanced across my prostate again, his thick cock providing a different level of stimulation to the primed gland.

He moaned softly as well as he felt my tight muscle squeezing him. Further and further, he entered, until finally I felt the press of his pelvis against my glutes. His heavy sack brushed against my perineum.

The pleasure was intense. Bent over the bench, I spread my legs further, as if trying to draw him into me more fully. My arms spread out across the hard surface as I sprawled before him. He gripped my hips, pulling me against him, pelvis to arse.

This pleasure was meant to be.

Pressed inside me, he reached forward and drew my T shirt up and over my head. Fully clothed, he loomed over my naked form, his hands rubbing and caressing my skin.

Finally, I felt his pelvis tilt, drawing his cock back from me, before plunging inside again. His hands moved up higher, his strong hands feeling as though they completely circled my waist.

With a smooth, confident rhythm, he slowly fucked me, his cock probing again and again into my willing arse.

With every thrust, he brushed my prostate, the fire reigniting in me once again.

Eager for more, I pressed back against him with each thrust, encouraging him to fuck me harder. He quickly understood, as the pace of his thrusts increased, plunging again and again deep inside me.

Sweat dripped from his brow, splashing onto my naked back as I moaned, barely aware of who might be listening now.

His hips slapped against my arse, the sound providing a beat to the ecstatic melody that sang in my pelvis. His balls swung against my taint, the warmth and softness juxtaposed against the hard throb of his invading cock.

My pleasure peaked, and did not ebb. My mind blurred as he stimulated me deeper and deeper. My balls contracted tight against my pelvis, fluid pumping from me with each thrust, the floor a wet mess of slippery pre cum.

Breaking through my blissful haze, I felt his rhythm change as he approached orgasm. My pelvis seemed to open further for him, waiting to accept his treasured prize. My arse squeezed, pulsing rhythmically against his cock, drawing forth his climax.

I longed for his seed. I begged for him to fill me. It was instinctual, primal.

He came hard, a shuddering moan shattering the building tension as he erupted deep inside me. I felt his cum hose into me as his cock throbbed and heaved.

His arms wrapped around me, squeezing my torso as he humped and thrusted into my arse as he came.

I lay under him, trapped, but content, a sense of deep pleasure reflecting his own bliss. I had done this. I had brought him this pleasure. I felt fulfilled, serene.

He rested against my back, his breathing slowing down. I felt his cock softening, slipping slowly from my arse.

Finally, he pressed up against the bench, straightening himself up. With one hand on my arse, he drew his cock from me. I felt a run of cum escape from me before my hole clenched closed again.

I stood up as well, turning to face him and leaning back on the bench. My cock stood at rigid attention, slick with dripping fluid.

A contented smile graced his lips as he looked at me. Without breaking eye contact, he reached forward and grabbed a hold of my pulsing cock.

I gasped as he gripped me, sliding his firm hand up along my shaft, squeezing yet more fluid from my cock-hole.

"Time to repay the favour," he smiled as he knelt down before me.

Grasping one thigh, he lifted my leg up, resting my foot on the seat of a chair beside him. With one hand he held my cock, slowly sliding his hand up and down. My foreskin gliding across the head of my cock, slick with secretions.

His free hand searched up between my legs, finally finding the pummelled entrance to my arse. Slick with leaking cum, and stretched by his plunging cock, my sphincter gave no resistance to his fingers as they slid into me.

Smearing his semen and my pre cum, he slid in and out of my wet hole, pressing and massaging my prostate. His hand stroking my cock centred the pleasure here this time, the prostate stimulation just augmenting the hand job.

In no time I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. I looked down at his clothed form, concerned that my coming ejaculation would be impossible for him to conceal.

There was no stopping the inevitable climax though. It built quickly inside me, spreading through my body from my toes to my fingertips.

"Oh Jesus," I moaned, "I'm going to cum so hard."

His eyes met mine with an unblinking gaze, as his hand stroked my cock. I watched, stunned, as his mouth opened, taking my slick cock deep into his throat just as my climax approached.

I gripped his face, sliding my cock into his mouth, plunging into his throat as his fingers fucked my arse.

My balls contracted tight against my pelvis, every muscle contracting as my orgasm hit. Like a dam wall breaking, I came, hosing cum directly into his open throat. Again and again, I convulsed, semen pumping out of me as he struggled to contain my flooding eruption.

His eyes streamed, and cum leaked out of the side of his mouth as my orgasm continued to wrack my body.

Finally, spent at last, I drew my cock from his mouth. I felt his fingers slip from me, my arse now smeared with his cum. His chin was painted white with my mammoth orgasm, and I watched incredulous as his tongue snaked out and licked it clean.

Not satisfied he leaned forward again, squeezing the last drop of cum from the end of my cock and licking it from me with apparent relish. He swallowed, licking his lips once again.

I collapsed back against the bench behind me, smearing cum across the surface. My face felt flushed, and my breathing was heavy still.

Leo stood up from the floor, grabbing a cleaning rag from the shelf behind him and wiping his hands and chin. He smiled, flinging me a rag as well.

"You might need a couple of these I think." He said, half joking. "You're a bit of a mess back there."

I chuckled as I wiped his seed from my arse, wiping cum and saliva from my cock and balls.

I bent to pick up my clothes, trying hard not to let the rest of his orgasm escape me so quickly.

"That was fucking amazing." I said breathlessly. "I've been kind of regretting not getting your number at the course, so when I saw you today, I couldn't believe my luck!"

"Yeah, me too." He replied, almost sounding a little shy. "Although it wasn't an entirely chance meeting. I saw you shopping a little earlier and may have followed you for a while until you sat down to eat your lunch. I was just hoping you'd notice me eventually."

I was somehow reluctant to ask, but blurted it out anyway.

"Was that your girlfriend you were sitting with?" I couldn't hide the blush that hit my cheeks as the question hung in the air.

"For now, yeah." He replied, looking down. "Things aren't going so well, so we're going to break up, I think. I've tried a couple of times to get her to play with me a bit like in the course, but she thinks it's too weird. We haven't fucked much since I first brought it up."

"Yeah, same here." I commiserated. "Mine basically left me after I tried rimming her. So much for getting 'all the anal you could ever want', right?"

I bent to pick up my pants from the floor, and tensed as I felt Leo's hand grip my behind.

"I don't know, man." He replied, keeping hold of me as I straightened up. "We seem to be doing alright."

He grinned his lopsided grin and gave my arse a slap. He tucked his cock back into his pants, and pulled a business card out of his wallet, placing it on the bench beside me.

"Shoot me a text sometime if you maybe want to meet up." He was mumbling a little, as if embarrassed to be saying the words out loud. "This has been fun. Be a shame if it ended here."

I picked the card up and slipped it into my pocket. He turned with his hand on the door.

"Maybe just hang here for a couple of minutes if that's ok. Don't want it to look too suspicious."

With that, he walked out and closed the door.

*********

I managed to hold off for a whole hour before texting him on the number from his business card. The sex had been so good that risking it with stupid dating games seemed totally out of the question.

Conscious that his phone might not be entirely private, I was cautious in my wording.

'Hey man, good to run into you today.' I typed. 'Let me know when you're free to meet like we discussed. I think some further collaboration would be mutually beneficial.'

I didn't have to wait long for the reply.

'Agreed. With our combined assets and skills coming together, we could make quite a splash.'

I chuckled to myself as I read the message in my loungeroom, my cock twitching a little as I remembered the splash I'd made over his face.

After that message, though, there was silence for several days. The week played out as any other, the drudgery of work and home life; day blurring into monotonous day.

The one noticeable change, though, was my porn consumption. Always with a fairly high sex drive, I watched a fair amount of porn. It didn't take long for my transition from straight porn, through pegging videos and Bi orgies, before settling more squarely on the gay page of Pornhub.

I was fascinated by videos of straight guys being seduced into gay sex, as if searching for validation of my own journey. The thought of some hung jock opening his arse for the first time for his muscular gym buddy had me hard and dripping almost immediately.

I was as horny as a 19-year-old again, jerking off at any given opportunity. I was as fascinated by playing with my own butt as I was stroking my dick. My wrist had started to get sore from all the time I'd spent fingering my hole.

Sex was on my mind constantly. It was like a second puberty. I began wondering how many men around me at any given time knew how good it felt to get fucked. It felt like I should be singing it from the hilltops!

When a message from Leo finally arrived, I nearly came there and then.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, about 2 weeks since we'd last fucked. I was at home, working in the garden. The message was brief and direct.

'Single again now as expected. Need some help with a project. Right away if possible. Front door's open.'

A second message followed soon after.

'Back door too ;-P' An accompanying Google Maps dropped pin link showed that he was only a 5-minute drive away.

I sent him back a thumbs-up message, before quickly dropping my garden tools back in the shed and heading inside for a quick but thorough shower.

My heart raced with anticipation as I drove the short trip to his house. At the same time, I was more nervous than I'd been in a long time. This was such new ground for me. It was as though I was back to my teenage years, going out on a first date with a high school crush.

I found his street and drove along the tree-lined road. The houses were on the larger side, manicured gardens accentuating the big yards.

The house number he'd given me was a double story, wooden clad house, dominating the otherwise single-story neighbourhood. The front garden was a tasteful mix of native shrubs and lawn, while the backyard was obscured by tall hedges on all sides.

A 4WD was parked in the driveway, in need of a clean. I parked out the front and walked nervously up the path to the front door, rechecking the message once again to make sure I had the right address.

About to knock, I remembered his text. Trying the handle, I found it was indeed open as he'd said. I stood in the entryway, closing the door behind me as my phone beeped with another message.

'Upstairs, first door on the left.'

My heart beat loudly in my chest as I climbed the stairs, finding the door ajar once I got to the landing. I pushed it open wordlessly and drank in the scene that was laid out before me.

A large, Queen bed sat opposite the doorway, with the covers pulled back and draped on the floor. Leo sprawled face down and naked on the bed. His knees were drawn up underneath him, lifting his arse and pointing it directly at the open door. His arms were spread; his face turned to one side. A blindfold covered his eyes.

He said nothing as I stepped quietly into the room. I looked again at his arse, his balls hanging loose between his legs, and hard cock poking up towards his belly. A smattering of hair softened his taut buttocks, thickening around his crack and spreading down onto his taint.

Taking my attention, though, was a flared black toy pressed deep in his hole.

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. My cock already strained against the tight material of my jeans.

Quickly I undid my belt, freeing my throbbing erection. Shirt and pants removed, I stood there behind him as naked as he. A soft dribble of fluid tracked its way down the shaft of my cock.

I climbed up onto the bed behind him, still saying nothing. With both hands, I gently grasped his legs, just above his knees, and slowly slid m hands up along his skin.

A gentle moan escaped his lips, and he moved his knees further apart. His pelvis tilted back and forth as he moved the dildo inside himself.

My hands continued moving across his skin, massaging and stimulating the sensitised nerve endings. I grasped his buttocks, squeezing them tight, my thumbs circling his hole and running down across his perineum.

I gently cupped his sack, massaging his balls softly and watched as the dildo twitched and moved in response to the stimulation.

Reaching up between his legs, I grasped the shaft of his cock firmly, stroking along its length as I fondled his balls.

Leaning down, I rested my cheek against his arse, my tongue sneaking out and tickling the area next to the protruding dildo. Lowering further, I licked against his perineum, venturing down to his balls and sucking them into my mouth.

Fluid leaked from him like a faucet as he moaned on the bed.

Sitting up a little straighter again, I grabbed a hold of the base of the dildo and slowly pulled it back. The shaft was ribbed and veiny, as if modelled on a real cock, but it was short and bent down at the end. Looking at the size of it, I imagined it rested right on his prostate, the bent end pressing against his sensitive gland.

I pushed it back into him with one hand, stroking his hard dick with the other. By the way he writhed on the bed, I knew this couldn't continue for long.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I pulled the short toy out of him, watching as his hole took a second to fully close. His opening called to me, the pleasures it held just waiting to be explored.

Spreading my copious secretions over my cock, I lined up against his already-lubricated arse, and slid into him smoothly, a satisfied sigh being pushed from him.

With both hands I gripped his hips, pushing myself deep into his pelvis. The deep shaft of his arse squeezed against my cock, gripping me with an intensity that I hadn't expected.

I watched with rapt attention as my cock slid out of him before plunging back inside again, a muffled grunt emanating from his mouth with every thrust. My hands roamed his back and flanks, rubbing and massaging him as I plunged the depths of his body.

Leaning forward, I reached under his chest, gripping his torso and lifting him upright on the bed. Our bodies pressed together as I fucked him, sweat lubricating us, as we slid against each other.

I ripped the blindfold from him and turned his face to mine as I fucked him. His eyes were glazed with a blissful, unfocused gaze, his mouth open as he panted. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping and massaging his pecs, squeezing and flicking his nipples as we fucked.

His cock swung ludicrously before him, clear fluid flicking from him, dark droplets spreading across the dark sheets.

Feeling my building orgasm, I unwrapped my arms and pushed him back down on the bed, holding his pelvis up to meet my own. With renewed vigour, I fucked him hard, plunging deep into his arse as he moaned his appreciation.

He pushed back to meet my thrusts, opening his legs further to allow me to slam the full length of my cock into him again and again. Our pelvises joined repeatedly with a wet slap.

I felt my balls contract as my climax approached, my toes stretching and curling as I finally came. With each thrust I pumped another stream of cum into him, filling him with my blissful eruption. He moaned, calling for more as I collapsed on top of him, my body still convulsing with pleasure as the waves of my orgasm faded.

We landed beside each other, my cock still buried in him, the occasional twitch drawing renewed moans from him.

I pressed my face against the back of his neck, arms wrapped around his sweaty torso as I breathed. He gripped my hand as I squeezed him, the embrace somehow more intimate than the animalistic fucking we had just completed.

I could have stayed in that position for hours, but eventually he shifted, and I noticed the raging erection he still sported.

I snaked my hand down the side of his torso, slowly reaching for his cock.

"Your turn to cum," I spoke into the back of his neck, his scent filling my nostrils.

He pulled away from me, my soft cock sliding out of his arse. I gasped at the sudden stimulation.

"Not like this." He instructed. "I want to cum while you fuck me."

I looked down at my spent cock and back up at him again, the implication obvious.

"I can get you hard again, don't you remember?" he said, matter-of-factly. I let him roll me over on my back as he knelt beside me. Still in my post-orgasmic afterglow, I submitted to his ministrations, as he parted my legs and bent my knees up.

He climbed down between them, burying his face in my arse. His practiced tongue lapped my hole with broad, wet strokes. His nose nuzzled into my balls. I could already feel my cock starting to respond.

He reached for a pump pack of lube sitting on the bedside table and squirted some onto his fingers, smearing it across my hole, and gently pushing one finger inside. The cool lubricant slid into me, helping me to open up for him.

I looked down again to see the small dildo in his hand as he smeared lubricant over the black rubber. Soon I felt the pressure of it against my opening, and with a single deep breath, I relaxed and drew it inside me.

The cool, smooth rubber felt amazing as it slid into me, my eager arse providing no resistance. Quickly I felt the flange press against my arse, signalling its full length had entered my tunnel. I breathed slowly on the sensation of fullness, my cock twitching and slowly filling with blood.

"Now," he instructed, "squeeze down on it like you're trying to squash it."

I followed Leo's instruction willingly, squeezing my arse muscle tight. I gasped as the toy moved inside me with my muscular contraction, the tip pressing firmly against my prostate. A glob of residual cum oozed from the end of my cock onto my belly.

"That's it," he encouraged, "now keep going. Let your arse fuck itself."

I felt my muscles relax into the bed, as all focus and attention turned to my pelvis. Experimentally, I squeezed and released my arse, the dildo responding inside me and moving with the contractions. With every movement my prostate responded with a slow burning pleasure deep inside me.

My cock was already at full attention. I noticed my hands had found their own way to my nipples, tweaking and brushing them lightly.

Leo wrapped one hand around my cock, smearing my secretions over its length.

"I knew you had it in you." He chuckled, tickling my balls as he stroked the length of my cock.

My arse was driving a rhythm of its own now. With each squeeze, the dildo pressed against my prostate, causing another flush of pleasure and another reflex squeeze. The self-perpetuating rhythm was beginning to drive me wild.

I watched, transfixed, as Leo moved over the bed. Lifting one leg over me, he straddled my belly. His hard cock seemed to tower over my face. I supressed a sudden urge to grab it and wrap my mouth around it.

He reached behind himself and grabbed hold of my slick cock. Lining it up, he shifted backwards, pressing me against his cum-drenched hole.

With little resistance, I slid inside him, and he moaned a slow, satisfied moan as he slid along my length.

"Fuuuck!" He growled low and soft, a look of bliss on his face.

His arse sat fully against my pelvis, his wet hole sliding around on my cock. I moaned at the pleasure, my arse continuing to contract around the rubber dildo.

The dual pleasures rippled through me with a new intensity. I found it hard to focus. I gripped his thighs, as if holding on to reality.

Slowly, he began to ride my cock, sliding himself up and down along my shaft. He angled himself carefully, ensuring my cock was hitting his pleasure spot with each movement.

I reached up and grabbed a hold of his streaming cock, my free hand reaching up to play with his nipple. With a firm grip, I stroked him as he rode me, my hand moving in time to his rhythmic motion.

Mirroring my own preferred technique, I slid his foreskin around the end of his cock with every stroke. He moaned with pleasure, leaning forward with his hands on my shoulders.

My pelvis burned with ecstatic fire. Every stroke of Leo's body along the shaft of my cock caused a contraction in my arse, pushing the dildo against my prostate again and again.

I could feel my secretions streaming into him, my cock slick with the mix of cum and precum.

Leo changed position, settling back on my cock and arching his back. He pushed my hand away, taking over control of his own stroking.

His head was tilted back, face to the sky as he rode me harder and harder.

I felt my cock plunge into him again and again as his thighs squeezed my chest.

The first volley of his orgasm bubbled forth like a running hose. The semen spilled over in a continuous stream, running down his shaft into his stroking hand before spilling over and running down his fingers.

I realised this was just a prelude, though, as with a deep, guttural cry, his whole body contracted, shooting a rope of thick hot cum straight up into the air. I watched it as if in slow motion as it arched gracefully before splashing down, covering my face and chin, and landing in my open mouth.

The taste of him filled me as his cum swirled around my mouth and coated my tongue. He slammed down against me again, another rope of cum following an equal path. Without thought, I opened my mouth, trying to catch as much of him as I could, as it rained down upon me.

His arse contracted and relaxed in a spasming ripple against my cock as he shot load after load of cum across my chest. The drizzling fluid tickled my skin and added to the blissful sensation.

My own arse gripped onto the dildo, quivering and pounding against my prostate, driving me to my own climax.

Gripping his hips, I drove into him, thrusting myself deep in his shaking pelvis. Again, not 10 minutes since my last orgasm, I erupted cum deep into his arse, as the orgasm shuddered its way through my whole body.

Leo collapsed down on top of me as our joint orgasms slowly subsided. My cock continued its twitching convulsion as the final throes of my pleasure rippled through me.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face against him as he buried his own face in my shoulder. Cum slid between us and ran out onto the sheets below.

Still joined, small shudders seemed to pass from one to the other as we basked in the flagrant afterglow.

I'm not sure how long we lay like this as I drifted in and out of a blissful rest. When my consciousness returned, I realised that we lay side by side, limbs and bodies entwined, our respirations matched. Leo traced a single finger down my naked body.

I lay there content, but my mind wandering. This kind of intimacy with another man felt so foreign, but also so natural. We had just meshed together as if it were something we'd been doing our whole adult lives.

The sex was one thing. It was easy to convince myself I was just chasing sensation and pleasure. I could divorce my body from my mind.

But in this intimate afterglow, things were different. We lay together enjoying the closeness. We were bonding on a level that was more than physical.

It scared me.

I rolled away from him, conscious, suddenly, of the cum smeared all over my face, chest and groin.

"I'm an absolute mess!" I laughed, untangling my arm from beneath him. "Mind if I take a shower?"

"Sure. It's just through there." He indicated the door through to the ensuite. "Towels are under the sink. Want me to come and scrub your back for you?" A wry grin crossed his face, but there was hunger in his eyes too.

"Nah, all good." I brushed him off. "I'll only take a minute."

I blushed as I saw the crestfallen look before he turned away.

"No worries. I'll jump in after you then." He got up and headed into the toilet as I moved towards the ensuite shower.

The water was warm, the strong stream washing away the congealed remnants of our fuck. I washed myself quickly, conscious that even this stimulation of my skin was causing me to get hard again. I wasn't really ready for another round just yet.

As I stepped out and began to towel off, Leo walked in, still naked. The room was narrow, and he passed so close that our cocks nearly touched on the way past. He nonchalantly touched my hip as he went by.

He stepped into the shower, the room beginning to steam, and turned to me as I moved to the door.

"It's hot out." He said. "If you want, leave your clothes off and grab a beer from the fridge. You can sit out the back and I'll join you in a second. It's quite private out there; no-one can see in."

He turned under the water, not waiting for a response. I paused in the doorway uncertain. I didn't want to shoot and leave, but I also didn't want to lead him on either. It felt strange to be sitting outside naked, but if I put my clothes on and he came out nude, it would be even weirder.

Ultimately, the cold beer called me, and I headed downstairs to the fridge, opening one each and headed out naked to the back patio.

The sun shone brightly, but the patio was shaded and cool. The hedge kept out any prying eyes, hiding an incredible garden oasis from the rest of the neighbourhood.

Fruit trees hung laden with ripe fruit. Vegetables grew in raised beds all around the garden, and a small chook pen housed a few clucking hens. Bees buzzed around brightly coloured flowers scattered amongst them.

A couple of chairs were arranged under a grape vine by the house, a gentle breeze rustling the large leaves.

I sat down on one of the chairs, leaving Leo's beer by the other. The surface was warm against my naked body. I took a long, slow breath and a deep swig on the cold beer. I could feel my anxiety leaving me.

I turned at the sound of Leo walking out the door. His naked body had a warm glow. He seemed totally at peace here in his garden sanctuary. I felt a sense of privilege, like he was letting me in to an exclusive part of his world.

He sat on the chair beside me, adjusting himself openly. Taking a swig of his cold beer, he settled back and took a deep breath.

"This place is... amazing." I was unsure how to describe the sense of peace that I felt. "It's so unexpected judging by the front of the house."

"Yeah," he nodded contentedly. "It's a bit of a passion of mine. It's my gym and my therapist and my medicine cabinet, I guess. Love sitting out here naked, too. Feels so... natural."

"How long have you lived here?" I asked looking around me.

"About 5 years." He replied. "It was just a bare, weedy lawn with a clothesline when I first got here. Took a fair bit of work in the set-up, but it's getting to the stage where it's easy to maintain."

I looked at him with a renewed interest. I realised that my entire conception of him had been about sex and eroticism, but now I was beginning to see the person beneath it all.

"It was part of the reason that I broke up with my ex." He continued quietly, sipping on his beer periodically. His speech had the hesitant quality of someone who rarely opened up. "She wasn't really into any of this. She'd do the shopping and come home with plastic bags of lettuce leaves and wondered why I'd get so annoyed when we have a garden full of lettuce right here. She saw all this as a waste of time, wondered why I didn't want to spend my time going on trips and buying shit like other guys. It was one of a few things that built up over time."

I continued looking out at the garden, sensing that he had more to say.

"We were pretty much on the rocks by the time I joined the course. The sex had never been great, but once I worked out what I liked, and she was unwilling to even go near it, things fell apart a bit more quickly. Then one afternoon, she came home from work early and found me jerking off with a couple of fingers up my arse and all hell broke loose. Called me all kinds of names, 'Queer' was the best of them, and then walked out the door. My only reaction was a sigh of relief!

"She came by a week later while I was out to pick up her stuff. We haven't spoken since."

A small squabble broke out in the chook pen as one of them unearthed a bunch of worms. The sound of birds and the breeze through the leaves had a meditative quality.

"I'm sorry, man. That sounds pretty rough." I said.

"It's all good." He replied. "I guess it gave me an opportunity to explore things a bit more freely." He grinned looking at me. "I mean, I wouldn't have been able to spread my arse waiting for you to walk in if she still lived here, right!"

I chuckled, the image of his arse greeting me as I walked in the door flashed in my mind. A twinge stirred in my groin as the sensations flooded my memory.

"I don't really know where it all leaves me yet." Leo continued, staring off in the distance. "I don't feel any different, really. I'm not about to grab a rainbow flag and march in the next Pride parade. But I do know now that I like getting fucked. I like fucking someone who's strong and powerful, and who enjoys it. I know I like the taste of cock, and that the taste of cum drives me wild!"

He looked over at me now, noticing the growing erection in my groin and then looked me in the eyes.

"I know I want to suck your dick right now."

With that he got up from his chair, and grabbed the cushion, kneeling on it between my knees. I parted my legs and sat back in the chair as he leaned in and grasped my cock in one hand.

He held my gaze as he leaned forward with his tongue out, tracing a slow, sensuous path with it along the shaft of my cock.

Milking it with his hand, he squeezed a drop of precum from the tip and licked it off carefully, holding it on his tongue.

He reached up and put a hand on my neck, pulling me forward into a deep kiss. The taste of my own secretions swirled through my mouth as we kissed, his tongue massaging my own. I breathed him deeply.

His hand stroked me slowly, sliding my foreskin up and around the head of my cock over and over again. I moaned into his mouth.

He broke from the kiss and pushed me back into the chair, dropping back down to my groin. Swallowing my cock properly now, he slid his lips along the shaft, taking my full length into his warm mouth.

A gentle breeze tickled my skin, the warmth of the day causing sweat to bead.

His mouth was silky and smooth, the suction intense. His tongue massaged the underside of my cock, as if trying to milk me for more fluid. He lapped at it hungrily as I leaked into his mouth.

With one hand, he played with my sack, gently pulling on my balls and tickling the skin.

He stroked me in time with his bobbing head, his hand following his mouth as he worked me with a furious determination.

I looked down at his arse, his glutes contracting as he bobbed up and down on my cock.

Already I could feel my orgasm building. I reached up and played with my nipples as he blew me, parting my legs further to give him better access.

"Oh, Jesus," I moaned, "You're gunna make me cum."

He didn't slow or change speed at all, but kept sucking me, working my cock as if trying to draw the cum out of me.

I relaxed back deeper into the chair, my breathing quickening. I could feel the tension building in my muscles as the orgasm built. His tongue lapped at the head of my cock, the sensation almost too intense.

His lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking hard, his tongue tickling. His hand pumped my shaft, drawing forth my climax.

My muscles moved involuntarily as I came, thighs squeezing his torso, pelvis thrusting forward into his mouth.

I moaned as the cum shot forth, my hands gripping the back of his neck. Waves of pleasure rippled across me as semen spurted into his throat.

Finally, the intensity settled and I relaxed my grip, allowing him to slide off my cock and settled back on his knees. His hands rested softly on my thighs as he looked up at the blissful expression on my face. A single drop of cum clung to the stubble on his chin. He smiled contentedly.

"You're so fucking hot." He said softly. "I've gotta shoot a load too."

He leaned back on his knees, stroking his own hard cock quickly, his free hand sliding between his legs and gripping his perineum.

I hesitated only a moment.

"Stand up." I directed. "Let me try it."

He grinned at me, standing up and directing his cock toward me. I leaned forward and grasped him in my hand.

His cock was warm and pulsating, the soft, sensitive tissue overlying a rigid interior. I stroked him a few times, the sensation both familiar and foreign.

I breathed the scent of him deeply, a salty, slightly pungent odour. With my tongue I reached out and licked the head of his cock, tasting his sweet secretions.

The taste was a distillation of the pheromone smell that had attracted him to me in the first place. It was a wild taste, primal. The expected revulsion didn't hit me. Rather it was a need. I could taste his pleasure. I wanted more.

He looked down at me as I opened my mouth and swallowed a cock for the first time. He filled my mouth, my jaw stretching a little to accommodate him. Careful to avoid teeth, I wrapped my lips around him, exploring the head of his cock with my tongue.

I slid between his glans and foreskin, running laps around him as I felt his knees weaken temporarily. The palm of one hand rested against the back of my head, both reassuring me, but also urging me forward.

With a swallowing motion, I slid further along his cock, feeling it plunge into the back of my mouth. I felt an initial gag sensation, but shifted slightly and found that I could take him in. I slid back again, before sliding forward, finding myself better able to swallow him as I grew used to the penetration.

Within a few seconds, I had taken his whole length, my nose buried in his pubes, his balls brushing gently against my chin. I held him there a few seconds, my swallow reflex massaging his cock.

Finally, I pulled back, taking a gasp of air. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes and smiling around his cock. I could see the pleasure in his eyes, and it filled me as well.

I pumped his cock with my hand as I sucked him, my free hand reaching up to play with his hole.

He gripped my head with both hands now, beginning to take control, and slowly fucking my throat.

I relaxed my mouth, opening for him as his ball sack swung against my chin.

He moaned, his muscles tensing.

"I'm going to cum, man." He said breathily. "Pull back if you don't want to swallow."

I responded by gripping his arse with both hands, pulling him deeper into my mouth. My tongue worked the length of his cock hard as I felt it begin to throb.

With a grunting moan, he thrust forward into me, his cock plunging the back of my throat as his cum shot forth. I struggled to swallow and suck at the same time, cum overflowing from my mouth and dripping into my lap.

Again and again, he thrust into me, his semen filling my mouth. I gripped his balls, squeezing gently, trying to empty them into my mouth as he came.

Finally, the onslaught slowed, and he slid his cock from my mouth. Surprising me, he leaned forward and locked his lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth and taking his share of his load. He pulled back, lifting my chin and licked the drizzling cum from me, kissing me again and sharing the bounty.

He stood again and turned, walking away a few steps before taking a long, slow piss on the grass nearby. His expression was one of total contentment.

I stayed with him the rest of the afternoon, sipping beers, and helping him work in his yard. I admired his naked body as he worked around the bountiful garden, moving with a natural grace.

Eventually, I had to take my leave. I had plans to meet my sister and her family for dinner. I dressed after quickly rinsing off the sweat and met him back in the kitchen. Now clothed, he was beginning the preparations for his own dinner, chopping vegetables and cracking eggs from his garden.

He caught the longing look on my face as I watched him cook.

"Sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" he asked casually.

"I do." I said, "But I can't. My sister's convinced I'm depressed so she's making sure I get out of the house from time to time. Planned this a week ago."

He nodded, unconcerned.

"Well," he said. "Your place next time, yeah?"

I grabbed my phone and headed for the door.

"For sure. See you again soon."

I walked out into the cooling evening. The deep sense of contentment was hard to shake, but a taint of anxiety lingered in the corners. I struggled to reconcile what had just happened with my old perceptions of my life. A sense of imminent change surrounded me. It felt both ominous and hopeful.

I climbed into my car and started the engine, the taste of him still sitting in the back of my throat.