As a submissive male cocksucker I do as I'm told, and I'm grateful for the attentions of a dominant older male to control and direct my sexuality... I preferred sucking cock, and still do, but I'm happy to take anal too if that's what my gentleman friend wants. I know he's married. I know he comes to me because I do all the dirty grubby little things his wife won't do, so if I want him to come back for more -- which I do, I can refuse him nothing! I confess that I was with Philip, my first Boyfriend for six months, and I sucked him off every time we were together -- I mean, why else would he choose to be with me? my sparkling conversation, my sophisticated wit? I think not. But, although he complimented me on my bare bum, calling it nicely rounded and girlish, he never shows any interest in sticking anything up it.
When it comes to anal, I was a late starter. I'm sorry to be coarse. But you did ask, and I feel duty-bound to be honest. Honesty is so important in matters of sex, don't you agree? Most guys have played around with other guy's cocks at some point, maybe a mutual wank with a college friend? Or perhaps they just got horny watching anal Porn-clips on the internet or reading stories on 'Literotica'? A hard-on is difficult to resist, I know, it becomes obsessive and takes you places you don't always want to go. You have to be sure about what you want, but curiosity about sexual adventure is teasing and always tempting.
As a student at college, I was always the skinny nerdy kid, slender, pale and withdrawn, lost in hero-worshipping daydreams of the tougher more sporty boys. Sucking cock seemed a natural development of exploring each other, comparing size and cock texture in that rage of late-teenage hunger for experience. There was one friend I was playing with who suggested it might feel nice if he slid his cock up my bum, I was dizzy with infatuation, but I was dubious. I wasn't shocked or outraged, I just look at his engorged cock, and one look is enough, after gauging its size I decide 'no', something that big would not possibly fit up such a small orifice. And aren't we supposed to use a condom in case of... you know, infection? Obviously if I'd thought it through I'd have realized that it's quite possible -- and good, but at the time he didn't argue and we did other stuff instead, he was quite content for me to suck him off, and I was more than happy to suck him.
It was also around this time that I discovered that certain people of certain beliefs say that queers who allow themselves to be buggered are called 'Bum-Boys', and there's a special place reserved for 'sodomites' in hell, where demons stick white-hot pokers up their arses for eternity. It was a lesson I was not entirely convinced by.
In fact, I didn't get properly ass-fucked until a couple of later, when I was twenty-one, during what I term my second mature adult relationship. Sex with my first Boyfriend had been strictly oral, I sucked him off a lot, much to our mutual satisfaction. I love cock-sucking. I always have. I'm certain I was born a spunk-slut, it's hard-wired into my DNA, I adore that big fat cock pulsing its load into the back of my throat. The musky aroma of my face crushed into his groin, the velvety softness of that smooth cock-head on my tongue, the throb and tremble when its about to shoot that delicious spunk into the back of my mouth, to hear his breath racing and groaning out his pleasure as he orgasms into me. Fuck... so so very good.
So although I was already an accomplished and enthusiastic cocksucker, I was a bum-virgin when I met Martin, my second Boyfriend. He was a little more experimental, and took pleasure in pushing my limits. As he watched me shyly nude early on in our relationship, and said I had a body made for sin, a cum-slut's mouth, a cute cock that's always stiff, and a rounded girl's fuckable bottom I kinda knew what he had in mind. I suspected it'd only be a matter of time! And after I'd been sucking his cock for some while, he arbitrarily decided it was time to take it to the next level. I remember when he first informed me he was going to fuck my bum -- saying 'Every Good Boy Deserves Fucking', he was not so much asking, as merely telling me what was about to happen. I guess -- theoretically, I could have said 'no', but that idea simply never occurred to me. It was obvious that he wanted it. I lacked self-confidence. He seemed to me to be a very attractive older man, I was too intimidated and in awe of him to refuse, and if I didn't satisfy his sexual needs, if I didn't let him fuck my bum-hole, I knew damn well that he'd simply dump me, go out and find some other more compliant boy who would, and I couldn't bear that...! I knew he'd had other boys before me, and I so very much want to be better than them. I want to be whatever he wants me to be and do whatever he wants me to do.
It was inevitable. It was simply a part of the great Gay adventure I was embarked upon. He was big. I was a little scared that it might hurt. But I was ready... I got the distinct impression that no matter what I thought, my cute little puckered bum-hole was going to get sundered very soon! Naturally by then I'd read porn accounts about it, and I'd seen gay porn-clips in the internet, so I knew about anal sex in theory, and was curious to know what it was like. I now begin online watching with a new focus. Judging by the expression on their faces, the gay-boy's certainly seem to enjoy getting fucked, sometimes by multiple cocks, although none of the men doing the ass-fucking seem as enviably well-hung as Martin. I scrutinize each facial twitch and thrust of it closely, studying and learning, watching their movement and positions. By now I was also getting intrigued, overwhelmingly curious to know what it would feel like, although I was still dubious -- will it hurt? The idea of it scared me, but when he said he expected anal during his next visit to my apartment I was obedient to his wishes. I don't know whether he knew he'd be taking my anal cherry, or if he even cared. I didn't want to appear unworldly by admitting it. He's seriously hung, and my doubts about 'something as big as his cock fitting into such a small orifice' as my poor defenceless little bum-hole began resurfacing.
I prepare and lubricate accordingly. I showered when I knew he was due to visit, sluice out my bum and apply some vaseline, hyped-up ready just in case, and feel almost let-down when all he wants is the usual long indulgent blow-job. So the next time, when he does make his move, I'm even more ready. I was jittery as a virgin bride (if such a thing exists anymore) when I hear his footsteps in the hall outside my apartment. Maybe he'll have forgotten? I get down naked to suck his cock as usual, hoping that if I make him cum quickly enough that way, he'll relent, but after a few moments of this he shoves my head away irritably and says 'no, I know what you're doing, no, I want your arse today.' So we do it doggy-style.
He guides me obediently round so we can do it, that way I figure he won't see my face, forgetting the full-length mirror. I get on all-fours on the bed, my bum raised and legs parted. I brace myself, and get ready to take him up the ass -- just as I've mentally rehearsed, I feel so naked and vulnerable, so debauched, I hold my breath and tense up, I grit my teeth as I feel the heat of his cock-head running up and down the cleavage of my buttocks, then the tight insistent pressure at the mouth of my bum-hole itself. After a little initial awkward resistance and squirming around, once his fat mauve glans has forced its way in, the first few inches slide in surprisingly easily -- and then it all slips in! It was the strangest most pleasurable sensation to be fucked. It was a sullen warm evening, but it wasn't the humidity responsible for the glistening beads of perspiration on my bare arched back. Nothing quite prepares you for the weird sensation of that big hard cock sliding into you.
It takes my breath away, feels so oddly strange. I can feel the heat of him trapped inside me. The pressure. It doesn't hurt. It feels strange. But once he's slipped his length into me there's no way on earth that I'm going to allow him to stop, I want it all, no doubt about it. I was surprised how easy it was and how sexily raw it feels to have him hot and throbbing inside me. I squirm and whimper a little as he begins to fuck me, I can see my contorted grimace in the mirror, but it's as though my anal muscles react instinctively, clasping and squeezing his cock inside me, forcing back to receive each deep thrust, and the way his pounding makes my own dangling balls bounce is heavenly, my cock dribbling and drooling as it sways. I make all the whimpering grunts and moans I've heard on the Porn clips, and they're not all entirely for effect. I enjoy the way my own cock & balls dangle, then flip and jerk as he fucks me.
And he fucks me in long strokes, four or five, a little deeper each time, then he pauses, holding it deep inside me, then four or five more. His fat balls pressed up hard against me, so I know I've taken it all. I'm delirious with pleasure. I'm mewling and gasping, bracing, biting my lip, urging him on. I feel like a slut, I feel so lucky. I feel dirty. I feel so privileged. I close my eyes and just relax, luxuriating in being fucked like a cheap tart. He makes it last, slowing, holding it deep inside, before fucking me again, pounding harder until we both groan and gasp out our messy spurt-cum more-or-less simultaneously. It feel so wonderful when he spunks-off -- when I feel him tense up and hear that familiar grunt, I feel that I've passed some kind of test, like I've moved on to some new level.
