Something fast that spun up when I thought of trips to the UK and my early days and meeting older, more assertive men. Been writing from a top's perspective lately but it's time for our protagonist to get a nice firm cock up him again as it's the easiest to write naturally. Comments are desired and appreciated and hopefully I haven't mangled UK english too badly from memory.
The quaint and old streets were something I marveled at. Much of it likely built before the US was founded. I was a naïve 19 in the UK and I still gawked like a tourist. The university was likewise majestic and old.
In my free time I walked through different parts of the coastal town. It was big enough and the university was almost at the center near the river. I wandered about a couple of weeks in.
I have to admit I enjoyed the fact I could drink here legally whereas at home I couldn't. As the rain began to pour I ducked into the pub thinking a nice pint while waiting it out. Approaching the bar I noticed the bartender looking me up and down and thought it odd for the UK but soon had my pint and took it back to a table along with pasty as I settled in.
The pub was fairly empty and the bartender came out from behind the bar and busied himself arranging chairs and tables to his liking. I couldn't help but notice he was extremely large. Like NFL lineman sized. Probably at least 6-6 and massively thick while not being fat. Must be a rugby player based on all that. I would imagine tackling him would not be for the faint hearted.
I looked down at my phone when I heard him. "So from your accent I'm guessing your from America. Vacation or work?"
I'd found it was bit unusual to have small talk in the UK and in fact I was a bit surprised. It had been difficult to get to know anyone except my fellow Americans here so far.
"Yeah, California in fact. Here studying at the university on exchange for the year."
"Well let me pour you a pint as a welcome. Do you want something to eat as well?"
I had built a fish and chips habit up by now and they claimed theirs were hand breaded, fresh from the docks so I ordered that. My budget didn't allow for eating out all that much but I figured I'd indulge myself this time.
The pint appeared and the food not much later as the bartender who introduced himself as Jeremy would come over to talk.
The food was delicious. Little bits of almost rock salt embedded in the breading and generous portions. The pint became two and the lovely buzz of the alcohol. I nodded when he asked if I wanted a third.
It was slow motion. The glass turned over and its contents slid effortlessly along the tabletop to drench the front of my pants.
"Sorry about that mate. Let me throw those in wash for you. Don't worry about paying. Least I can do. You can wait upstairs in my flat and I'll send up another pint while you wait."
The booze made me agreeable and I didn't have any place to be. It had been the most conversation I had had in my time here so far.
The flat was nicely sized for the UK with lots of windows and a modern layout.
"Alright then, strip down and I'll get these in the wash.
"Hey, I'm a bit grotty at the moment. Had to get up early for a delivery. I'm going to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home."
I looked at my phone and sipped the pint which slipped down easily. The door opened and to my surprise Jeremy walked through completely nude and I averted my eyes but not before taking in his thickly furred chest and a thick and long dangling cock that extended a third of the way down his thigh.
"Do you want another pint or some tea?... "
"Uh... Sure... tea"
I had my eyes down still. The image of his manhood burned into my brain. That so masculine body. Suddenly feeling very much my 19 years in the presence of it.
"Let me put on the kettle..." I looked up and saw him moving through the kitchen. Now seeing all of him at close range. It twitched and thickened and I stared uncomprehending as it seemed like the blood flow into his fleshly cudgel was visible. The shaft lifting away from his leg and rising quickly to forty-five degrees.
"I think our tea will have to wait" he said as he moved next to me and picked up my hand to place on his appendage.
It was hot and silky and throbbing. The first cock I'd ever touched other than my own. "Rub it lad. Pet it like a live thing... "
And I did. Not really thinking of what I was doing but pleased by the warm softness. "First cock for you...?"
That broke me from my cock induced stupor and I went to move my hand but his quickly engulfed mine and kept it there.
"Keep it there lad and keep stroking. Take something home to America other than book learning."
His voice was authoritative and I felt the urge to please. My hand moving up and down the shaft.
"That's it, give it a pet" as it stood absolutely erect now. A liquid drop at the tip.
"Stand up and let's get a better look at you..." When I did I felt his large hand engulf my round cheek and another around my cock and balls.
"Got a lovely round arse lad..." he said as he palmed said arse thoroughly. Fingertips slid under the fabric of my underwear and I soon found them halfway down my thighs.
Those fingers strayed to my crack and I felt my cheeks pried apart and a thick finger pressed its pad against my private hole.
I shivered at that. The feeling electric and forbidden. A tingling that shot from my hole up through my cock and into my lower belly and it made me slightly nauseous as the adrenaline peaked.
"Do you know what buggery is lad?"
"Uh.. No.. " came my tremulous voice. The finger rolled now. Front and back. Massaging me there.
"What about sodomy?"
"Uh... No..."
He pulled his finger from between my buttocks and pressed it into my mouth.
"Suck it lad. Make it wet..." and god help me I did until he pulled it from my mouth and I felt the wet digit back at my entrance. Prodding and pushing. I gave a start when I felt it slip in the entrance.
"Buggery and sodomy are the same thing. It's when a man takes his prick and puts it up the bottom of the receiver. You ever had something up this lovely arse?"
I gulped loudly "No..." His finger slid up me them all the way and I gasped at the foreign feeling.
"Well I'm going to bugger you lad. Put my prick right up this cute, round arse and fuck it. I'll be gentle but I'm going to take you like a stallion takes a mare. Go over to the bedstand and lean over, bum up while I get a few things" he ordered.
I found myself waddling that way wondering what I had gotten myself into. Unable to say no to this older man with the compelling voice.
"Get that arse up" and his hand pushed between my shoulder blades until my cheek hit the mattress.
Oil dripped between my cheeks then and fingers anointed my wrinkled flesh before I felt the first one slide in until his palm pressed against my crease. "Lovely tight passage you have lad. Built to take pricks up it"
"Oooofff... " the air rushed from my lungs as another beefy digit was introduced into my fundament and the slightly nauseous feeling returned.
"Breathe deep and relax. I'm patient. We'll wait until your arse gets used to having visitors. Glad to be the first."
I puffed there heavily. Trying to will myself to accept it. The skin stretched to the breaking point around those fingers as I struggled with the idea that I had a man's fingers in me and after a few minutes I felt the muscles grow more slack.
"That's it" he murmured and began moving the fingers in and out as I squirmed there. "Imagine me hard prick splitting you. Deeper than this of course cos I do have a right big prodder."
"Uhh... What are you doing to me... " I was shivering in pleasure as he tickled me inside and I couldn't restrain bucking back against it as he massaged my walls.
"Giving your gland a rub there boy. A cock rubbing your joy button will make you spend quickly. Wiggle your arse now."
I didn't really register his last comment and my right cheek suddenly stung with a sudden slap and another on the left cheek.
"Wiggle your arse boy. Have to say though that your red arse looks rather fetching."
I did my best. Wiggling with the probing digits plumbing my depths. My skin still stinging from the swats.
I felt the fingers slide out and gave a little mew that he laughed at. "You'll be filled back up soon enough. It's time to take your virgin arse and break it in for some good old fashioned English buggery. Learn what the public school lads here are all about."
He moved into view as he squeezed the lube bottle in to his hand and coated that large, veiny member thoroughly. The worry in the pit of my stomach grew seeing just how very large he was but then he was out of view.
The sense he was behind me was punctuated by the feel of his hot, hard knob pressing against my entrance. The pressure became more and I whimpered a little as the flesh parted and felt the hot hardness find it's way.
"Just what you need my little Yank. A day of buggering"
"You're too big. You're not going to fit... " I could feel a bit of panic rising. He felt huge back there."
Suddenly there was an acrid smell as his hand slid up to my face. "Breath deep boy. It will help you enjoy the sodomy sooner."
I couldn't help but smell it and my head became a bit light but both hands on my hips pulled back and he slid far up me as I squirmed on his cock. A butterfly on a pin was the visual that ran through my mind.
"Awwwh... You feel delicious. First one up your arse. A crying shame nobody has seen to it before but as your English cousin I'm glad it's me."
"So full, so big and deep... " I'm not sure I was complaining or just marveling.
