Dive
Part One of the Flexuality Series
The bath water was cooling quickly... too quickly. Tom ran in some more hot. It was unusual for him to take a bath; he nearly always showered. All that box shifting at work had made his lower back ache. The long soak was helping.
He'd long since finished shampooing, soaping and rinsing but with no other demands on the bathroom, he was taking the opportunity to indulge himself... more specifically, Tom was wanking.
He'd edged for, maybe, fifteen minutes but it was nearly time to let go. His modest but handsome cock stood proud above the water line; pink from the temperature and friction. Tom liked his cock. Sure; it could have been a bit longer and thicker but what guy doesn't think that? Tom decided that the next wave would be it...
release
.
His hand became a blur as he reached the edge and then over as his semen surged through him and then up and out, high, before falling into the water; white ribbons amongst the bubbles. Tom gasped and held onto his cock as the spasms diminished, eventually subsiding.
Tom stepped out of the bath, almost managing to avoid the strings of his cum. The glistening thread of semen on his left calf was soon rinsed away as were the traces and suds around the inside of the bath.
Tom's back felt a lot better now but his genitals throbbed, not unpleasantly, from all the attention and from the force of his orgasm. A few hours later, it would happen all over again in bed though his technique would be different. Tom was masturbating several times most days; he had a lot of cum to give... but to whom...?
Julie Parkinson had giggled a bit when they hooked up while she was babysitting a few weeks back. OK... it was his first time and it was cold so things were a bit shrivelled to start with but after they'd snogged for a few minutes, it rose to the occasion; all five-and-three-quarter inches of it. Tom knew this dimension by heart. It was the average of many measurements he'd taken over time.
Julie took the lead; she knew her way around randy lads.
"Ouch! That was nearly my fucking arse you twat! Stay still while I put it in. At least I'll get the right fucking hole."
Julie had quite a way with words. Fortunately, the complete lack of affection, arousal or indeed, any positive vibe in her voice failed to dampen Tom's enthusiasm as he slid in, balls deep.
Julie moaned... just the once.
"Oh fuck! She likes it," thought Tom.
His confidence jump-started; Tom began to move... quickly... but the heat... the wetness... the grip.... It was all too much. Not quite making the forty-five-second mark; Tom came inside; then outside on Julie's leg.
"Urgh..." he slumped onto Julie's chest. Proud... a man!
"What the fuck! Have you just cum... inside me... already? Did I fucking say you could? TWAT!"
"J... Julie. I'm sorry..."
"Oh shut up! Good job for you I'm on the fucking Jack and Jill. Get off me you great lump. If you've spunked on their fucking settee..."
Tom smiled as the recollection faded. He liked Julie and she was still, just about, talking to him or rather,
at
him. But that was Julie.
Was that
it
then?
Fucking...
Women...
Not quite what it was cracked up to be, thought Tom, though his sample set was rather limited in terms of statistical analysis.
Last week was better with Millie Knighton behind the retail park. The cider meant it took a while before his cock was hard enough to roll the condom on.
"Fucking nightmare these things!" Tom said as Millie watched on patiently. Nowhere near as worldly as Julie and not on the pill; she'd had the good sense to insist on the rubber.
"You ain't fucking me without one," she'd said.
Fortunately, the machine in The Falcon was actually working. Packet of three for a pound, though three seemed a bit optimistic, thought Tom.
"How the fuck can people do this standing up?" cursed Tom to himself as all attempts to align himself with Millie's anatomy were thwarted. The cider making his head spin wasn't helping.
"Hang on a minute," said Millie moving across to the low wall bounding the delivery yard before bending over from the waist and planting her hands on the damp, moss covered brickwork. Illuminated by a security light some way away; Millie's arse reminded Tom of the moon... full... milky white and, somehow, he managed to work himself to her entrance and slip inside.
"Ooh..." gasped Millie thinking a little more finger work would have been nice to get her ready but...
whatever!
.
Tom held onto Millie's bare hips for dear life as he humped away. The condom numbed the sensations a little such that Tom felt he could go on forever... two minutes or more maybe!
Millie was quiet. No complaints... just quiet. Tom must have been doing OK.
He looked down again at Millie's buttocks and then something switched in his mind. Millie was now a
guy
and Tom's cock was buried deep in his arse, not in Millie and it felt so fucking hard, the condom felt gone... he was just fucking this guy's arse and it felt so good...
"That was hot Tom. You got really hard towards the end... just before you came."
Tom smiled, glowing with a sense of achievement though he kept his innermost thoughts to himself.
Tom thought about keeping the knotted rubber as a trophy. He liked the scent of Millie on it far more than the smell of the latex. Even better though, thought Tom, would have been the musky essence of that guy... whoever he was.
As they made their way to the bus stop, arms linked; he binned the condom but hung onto the memories including those he couldn't share.
Later that night, alone, Tom had time to reflect. For someone not quite twenty and inexperienced, he was quite laid back about his sexuality having not given it much thought until then. He'd loved the feel and scent of the two young women, the thrill of the chase and the feeling of 'manhood' finally arriving.
So
how come his arousal had gone up several gears as he'd fantasised about fucking that guy?
"Maybe I swing both ways," Tom smiled to himself - relaxed, "...or maybe fucking the girls were just
posh wanks
"; a starter before the main course still to come."
Sleep brought his musings to an end for that day at least.
~~~ & ~~~
It had been a start but Tom needed to up his game if he was ever to become the lover he aspired to be whether for guys or women. Tone up a bit... more stamina... all of that and more.
He couldn't face pounding the streets in the dark with the potholes, the car fumes and the blisters.
"Swimming. Got to be worth a shot," thought Tom. "Swimmers always look fit. Hopefully there's no fucking communal changing rooms!"
There was as it happened.
