Rather than tell about the last time I had anal sex I’m going to tell of the last time I had SPONTANEOUS anal sex. As it is I tend to have a somewhat active sex life and so have guys dropping by pretty regular. It’s not exactly a ritual and it hasn’t lost its (extreme) appeal, but already before they get here I know I’ll be assuming one of about 20 positions I’ve mastered (learn a new one every several months or so) and a good time will be had by all. As I once mentioned in another post a close friend taught me when I was very young that a gay man must “tidy up” at the start of each day and before going out. He compared it to brushing one’s teeth—it’s just part of good grooming—so that’s never an issue.
This guy came over to “retrofit” my house. He was swarthy and muscular and it never entered my head he was on the prowl, or even bi or gay. When he squatted down I was transfixed by his hair. It was midnight black and must have been curly because he’d used some grease on it and now it was super-shiny and in these amazing ringlets, like a Greek statue. And he smelled good—like a man.
Once my interest got triggered I started noticing so many details about this guy that were hot-buttons for me. Like his prominent nose, very masculine, kind of Italian looking. Handsome face, fantastic teeth, big arms, powerful thighs. But I was kind of intimidated about ogling him—didn’t want him to go nuclear even though I knew I wasn’t in physical danger. We went upstairs to check some stuff. I walked ahead. At the top he said to me “Where’d you get those?” and I was like “Hunh?” and he says “Nature don’t just hand those out, you gotta work for em. You have many guys wanna feel you up down there?” Then I realized he was talking glutes. But I still didn’t know if a straight guy would be so blunt so I told him I’d been into gymnastics since I was a kid and still did other stuff that probably worked them. He said “So you gonna show ‘em to me bare or am I supposed to make the first move?” Well, obviously no further moves on his part were required. We detoured into my room and next thing I know my jeans were around my ankles and he was biting one of my butt cheeks. Extremely quickly, both of us were getting really hot and he flipped me over and started kissing me. Deep kisses and he only stopped for a minute to pull my shoes off and drag my pants down completely, then he literally tore off my T-shirt, top to bottom and started sucking on my nips. I was moaning and trying to snuzzle around in that amazing hair of his. By then he’d pulled off his tool belt and thrown it on the floor with a thud. He opened his pants and pulled his boxers under his scrotum so his ball sac was supporting them. Damn! He was so hard it looked like his cock was going to split open, and his piss slit was all moist and ready. Gooey pre-cum was oozing out and sticking to things, making long silver trails like it was slobbering.
Then he pushed me back and spread me apart even further. He began to ski his organ up and down my hairy crack, not aiming for the hole, just enjoying the sensation of my cleft fur and the tight grip of my butt cheeks. Our faces and hands were all over each others’ bodies and I was ultra turned on because it was such an unusual, spontaneous, unplanned situation for me.
After a long while he straddled my chest and stuck his cock in my face. He told me to get it wet. I thought “oh god, he’s thick” but I did my best because I had a good idea what was coming next. My tongue slathered his pre-cum all over his glans so my lips could slip over the head real easy, but the shaft was still immense and seemed to grow thicker nearer the base. When I really began to absorb how big this guy was I started thinking “please, don’t let him be a stabber”—meaning, like one of those straight or bi guys who thinks an anus can just instantly accommodate an erection like a cunt. But he held the back of my head and let me get the breathing down so he could fuck my face awhile. When he was ready to deliver the goods he just moved down and threw my legs so far over my head my hole was pointed straight up at the ceiling. My knees were somewhere in the vicinity of my ears and he was on his feet (with his work boots still on!). As a bonus he hawked up a good glob of spit and let it just float down into my aperture. Then he positioned himself and kind of just fell forward, into me. Full measure and balls deep, as they say. Fortunately there was a pillow close by and I grabbed it and smothered my face into it. First a scream, then I started chewing on it while he went wild inside me, stirring his horse-breeder around, slapping his monster against every wall of my chamber, thrusting into my rectum, turning on my self-lubricators that add my anal juices to the mix. Then he started teasing my hole, pulling out almost all the way, letting my ass lips just start to close, then cramming back in before they could touch and stretching my poor sphincters apart as if he were using a crowbar. He made me orgasm twice from inside, which is really really rare for me. I often don’t climax at all because just the butt sex is satisfaction enough for me, or I have an A.O. So now things were getting more and more sloppy. He scraped semen off my stomach and shoved it into me alongside his instrument with his thumb. He spat on us a few more times. We were splatting and thwacking and it sounded like he was giving me a hard spanking every time his groin met my gluteal mounds.
As one might expect (from the small portion of this intermingling I’ve been able to describe) his orgasm was overwhelming. He truly drilled himself into me, twisted and gyrated his phallus as I undulated my buttocks and tried to clench and gape simultaneously for him. Because of the powerful pounding he was giving me, jizz went flying everywhere and he just couldn’t stop pumping his seed into my hole. Both of us were sweating like horses, but since he was on top his sweat was dripping like rain-drops from his forehead, nose and chest onto my face and body. His boner kept flexing and squeezing a little more cum out, so the only way I could tell he was finishing up was that he started to let my hips lower back onto the bed. I had been pushed back into that position for so long (his fuck lasted over an hour) that I think I was kind of achy somewhere, but under the circumstances, WHO CARES??? Once the small of my back touched the mattress I wrapped my legs around him and he collapsed onto my and just laid there. It was awesome.
I just caressed and stroked him and felt his heartbeat gradually slowing down. He stayed inside me, hard, and every once in awhile would catch me by surprise with another flex which would make me gasp, then laugh because it all seemed so incredible.
Over all and in reality it was nothing more than a simple fuck, but it was so entirely special it made my week! Almost magical. I can’t explain why, maybe chemistry, maybe the alignment of the stars. When his cock finally plopped out from my oozing anus he stuck his middle and index fingers in me, scooped up some of his ejaculate, then fed held it to my mouth. “Taste me,” he said. So of course I did and of course wanted more. I can’t think of last time I felt so breeded!
When he was finally done with the retrofitting and I had signed papers and handed him my debit card, I took a chance and invited him to stay over. He quickly assented, so we made a night of it. But telling that story would require a book and I’ve practically written one already just telling of our foreplay.