Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 16 I've finally done it!
Phil confirmed he had done and that his ejaculation in the erratic hands of Karen had still splattered all over it.
“So, yeah next time I had the place to myself we went back early and I fucked her, great tits, even had my cock between them at one stage, she says when she’s having her period she’ll tit wank me off. “
“Oh,” I said, “that sounds great, must suggest it to Denise.”
“Yeah, Den’s got nice tits too.”
“Has Karen sucked you yet?” I wanted to know next.
“Yes, but not off, finished me with her hand or we had sex. I’m not sure she’s had cum in her mouth yet, not asked.”
“Denise always swallows, she told me she’d done it with previous boyfriends and was just sort of used to it.”
“I’ll see if she will, might just get her sucking and cum without telling her, see what happens.”
“She might not trust you next time and stop sucking you though.” I suggested.
“I might stop licking her clit off too.” Phil said laughing, I laughed too.
There was a few moments of silence.
“So, you’re getting your cock up Den’s bum then? How you manage that?”
At that question I was both elated that I’d done that but also slightly embarrassed for some odd reason. Maybe it was because it was, well, bums and all the associations with them. But then I decided it was just men’s chat after all.
So I went on to tell Phillip, in general terms, after all we do all know each other pretty well now. I sort of challenged him to try it with Karen, see if she’ll let him touch her arsehole.
“I’ve touched it a bit, like you do when having sex, she must have touched mine to, maybe I’ll say how nice it feel if she gets her fingers around there again. Ask her to do it again then, you know, reciprocate.”
“I liked it when you touched mine, that time I told you I’d shaved it to encourage Denise to play with it.” I said, not sure what response I might get.
“You can touch mine if you want to,” Phillip came back quickly, “next wank session, OK?”
That actually surprised me, I wasn’t expecting that, at least not yet. My brain whirled fast and without consulting me I found myself saying:
“Yeah, what about my douche kit, you could use that too?”
“So we can get fingers inside, yeah, fine with trying that.”
“Yeah, fingers.” I repeated.
“Paul?”
“What?”
“Just fingers?”
“Yes, you know, to see how you like it. I mean, I’m OK with it now, with that woman and now Denise.”
“You after more than fingers?” Phil asked, looking at me with full eye contact.
“Not sure…..maybe…..I don’t know.”
“If I fingered your arsehole and then tried to get my cock in it would you try and prevent me?”
“I. I don’t know,” I said softly, now looking down at the table, checking out the wet rings on it. “I’d probably be so horny by then and, it’d be you, so probably not.”
Phillip just looked at me, I lifted my eyes and we both stared at each other.
“What you recon to bunking off class this afternoon, going back to yours, collect the douche thing and then back home with me?”
I just nodded. My cock surged between my legs.
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I’d left Phil in his en-suite with my douche bulb having shown him how to use it in case he wanted feeling up too. I’d go back in when he’d finished. I’d also grabbed my bottle of lube from home. Just in case.
I was a little nervous, to be honest. Nothing to do with any potential pain, I could cope with that, but the physical act of another man putting his cock into my arse, almost certainly cumming in me and leaving his sperm inside me. OK, it was Phillip, we’d already sucked each other off and swallowed so someway to having what the newspapers and TV termed homosexual sex anyway.
But I reckoned that it was just sex and I really liked sex, I liked anal sex with girls, they seemed to like it too so why shouldn’t I experience that too? I had no idea whether Phillip would want me to fuck him in the bum, I would of course if he did. I’d loved cumming in his mouth and I loved him filling my mouth with his sperm too.
Phillip came out of his bathroom, he was now naked, his cock sticking straight up. I looked at him, smiled and asked if it was OK, the douching. He thought it was alright and gestured to the door. I was till dressed, I think my nerves had taken over a little. Inside I undressed, filled the bulb with cold water, I preferred cold as could feel it inside better, then having applied some shower gel as lube, inserted it into my hole as usual.
A few minutes later the two of us, both now naked and with stiff cocks stood close together, then hands reached out, touching bodies. Hips, nipples, bellies, chests, bum cheeks all touched, stroked. I took a small step forward, I felt my cock head touch Phillip, it jerked upwards, a small shiny area on his belly marked where I had made contact with him.
“Paul,” Phil said softly, “I want to do it too.” With that simple statement I felt my cock taken hold of and rubbed, maybe only half a dozen strokes, after which my testicles were cupped then encircled by his thumb and forefinger and finally pulled on. My foreskin was stretched back quite firmly as my scrotum pulled down on my penis, a pleasant ache in both my bollocks developed nicely and spread to my lower belly.
With the space in front of our lower bodies taken up by our cocks and Phil’s hands I raised my hands and began very a slow delicate encircling action of both Phillip’s nipples.
Both of us began to moan and sigh as our young bodies sent waves of pleasure through us.
A couple of minutes later I was on my knees, a dripping bell end sliding back and forth in my mouth and throat, delicate hands around my ears and chin guiding my head onto Phillip’s cock, the same cock that I hoped now would shortly be balls deep in my anus.
“That’s nice, suck me Paul, take my cock, go on, a bit more,” I heard Phillip saying when my head was drawn gently onto him, his shaft slipping through my lips as more of his cock entered my throat and pressed there.
“Yes, Paul, take it, take it now before it goes up your arsehole, I always thought you’d want me to fuck your arse, you have a lovely hole. Ohhhh, that’s good, suck my bell end.”
I liked the way Phil held my head, different from just being pulled on from the back, his fingers under my chin and reaching along my jawline towards my ears now, my mouth open to accommodate his erection. I would sometimes slacken my lips, like at the dentist, a little welcome relief for the jaw, then his penile skin – that towards the base of his shaft - would form a brief roll at my lips as my head touched his belly.
We both knew we didn’t want to ejaculate just yet, this was just foreplay, probably my reward for what would soon occur.
I gagged. Not much, but enough for Phillip to pull out slightly, his glans briefly resting on my tongue. I curled it up to lick at his frenulum, he moaned as I flicked him there and pushed the tip into the folds of skin.
“Sorry, got a bit carried away, you OK now?” He said looking down at me, I tried to look up at him. I managed to make a noise, not easy to talk with a guy’s penis between your lips, Phil understood though and gently guided my head into his groin again, his pubic hair tickling my nose. I could feel his glans slide along my tongue then touch the rear of my mouth, there he must have sensed more resistance, the need for both his cock and my throat to yield to the natural curvature there so I felt his fingers firm on my jaw as he drew me onto him.
By way of self-stimulation, I didn’t want to masturbate, I used both hands on my nipples, just touching the tips, circling around and flicking softly over the flat part of the teat. I had considered playing with my own nipples even more personal, private, intimate form of self-pleasure than wanking which all men do, but I now decided Phil could watch me if he looked away from my mouth and his cock, I just didn’t care.
Phillip made more sounds of pleasure as I continued to suck and take his penis in my mouth and throat, occasionally I could taste his pre cum when he pulled back onto my tongue allowing me some respite and to take some deep breaths.
Then he withdrew, I felt his glans pull out through my lips, the larger diameter of the rim of his knob dragging through them. I knew the time had come. I felt I, we, were about to cross a new barrier, to couple more physically than we had just done, much more intimately that with oral sex. We would both be leaving our semen in each other’s bodies, just as we had by sucking each other off, but this felt different.
I’d spent some time thinking about my relationship with Phil, I liked him, he was fun and good company, he was a good looking guy too, I know what a good looking girl looks like, as I do an average one or a grim specimen, the same basics apply to men too.
Phillip likes girls with large tits, for example, I prefer more modest ones. I like smaller, narrower hips on girls too, maybe a bit boy like but that’s my preference – I do equate smaller hips on a girl with being to get more of my cock inside, maybe that sounds odd, but I recon my cock would appear proportionally larger inside a smaller girl. I also think it relates to the slender hips of young men too which maybe explains why I’m here right now.
But back to Phillip. A guy with small boy-like hips, by the way. Here we are, naked and both with really hard erections, about to fuck each other for the first time and I mean fuck, cocks in bums and ejaculating in each other. I am a bit nervous? Yes I’ve been in two girls arseholes now, Phil’s should be no difference, but he has a cock and bollocks hanging between his legs, not a pussy. He will experience a very similar feel inside my anus and orgasm to myself inside him, but that’s alright. I’m not sure if I could ever, well, you know, kiss him, but I do like the sex side of being with other males, sharing our physical pleasures, the way our cocks perform, the visuals of ejaculation, the tastes and feel of what we both spurt.
“I think you should go first,” he said to me, “you’ve been up a bum hole before so show me how to do it so that it’s nice for you.”
That Philip had decided I should fuck him first so he can learn from my experience, that made me feel the knowledgeable one here, something I rather liked for once.
“So, what’s the best position? Me bending over, you behind?” he said with a glance down at my cock, maybe he was trying to imagine how it would feel inside him.
