Summary: A night drinking with a friend turns into something else.
“Hey Steve, you want another beer?”
“Yeah man, of course!”
Dave grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge. It had been a long week at work, and a Friday night downing beers with his mate was exactly what he needed. He’d called up Steve last night and told him to come round, and order to which Steve was all too happy to follow. The fact that Steve was gay meant nothing to Dave; they’d been mates for years, and Dave wasn’t homophobic in the slightest. Wasn’t gay in the slightest either, but he figured that didn’t matter. He’d be called faggot by a lot of people for being friends with a gay man, but their opinions mattered less than nothing.
Dave brought the beers into the lounge and handed one to Steve before sitting on the couch next him. They chatted for a bit before Steve brought up Samantha, Dave’s girlfriend. “How’re things going with her? You said on Monday things were rocky”.
“Yeah, we broke up Wednesday.”
“Yeah? Fuck man, that’s shit.”
“Ah, I’m not too fussed. It was only 3 months or so. I just got sick of her always trying to have me be less ‘blokey’, you know what I mean? She was always telling me off for swearing, or not being ‘proper’, and all that shit.”
“Yeah nah, I get you. You gotta be yourself with someone.”
“How bout you? Weren’t you meeting some fella last weekend?”
“Yeah, Daniel. Ain’t meeting him again but.”
“Ah, he was fucken boring. Just had no interests at all. Still fucked him though” he added, which made Dave choke on his beer.
“Yeah, that’s what I missed with Sam. The last few weeks we didn’t fuck at all. First she was on the bleed, then the next week we didn’t see much of each other, then this past week we were at each other’s throats.”
Dave downed the last of his beer and stood up to get more, but pain shot up his leg, forcing him to sit back down.
“Your leg again?” Steve asked. Dave had pulled the muscle a few weeks ago, and every now and then he would twinge it.
“Yeah, the cunt fucken hurt that time. You go get the beers”. He sat there rubbing the pain out while Steve went to the fridge.
“Want a rub down?” Steve offered. He was a massage therapist for a sports team, so he knew how to work out cramps, and he’d worked on Dave’s muscle aches before.
“I’d fucken love one, but I don’t have a table here.”
“Fuck it, the couch will do. I’ll just kneel on the floor. Get your kit off”
“Well fucken yes boss”. Dave kicked off his shoes and took his pants, so he was only wearing his shirt and boxer shorts. He lay face down on the couch, the strain being in his hamstring. “I’ll go hard at it to start off, then easy just to work out the last little bits” Steve said.
Dave had just managed to get comfortable when he felt Steve’s thumbs driving into his leg. It hurt quite a bit due to the force, but he was used to it, and he knew that after a while it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
He’d been lying there for a few minutes before he realised the pain had completely vanished without him even noticing. Steve really was good at his craft.
Drinking his beer while lying face down was a task, but he was still managing. He finished it pretty soon, so Steve went to get more. When he came back he started massaging the other leg, which surprised Dave. “Wrong leg, dickhead.”
“Yeah I know, but fuck it. I’ll give you a full workup. It’ll let you relax over the weekend easy.”
Dave accepted this with a “fair enough”. He wasn’t going to turn down a full massage. Even though the cramp was limited to his leg, due to his work as a carpenter, he did have full body aches and pains that came naturally with the job.
Steve continued working the other hamstring for the next few minutes, then eventually worked his way down to the calf muscle. Dave drifted off with his thoughts, occasionally rising to have another drink. He was on his way to getting quite drunk, and that plus the massage was relaxing him plenty.
“Righto, shirt off so I can do your back.” Dave slipped his shirt off, leaving him wearing only his boxer shorts, folded up the shirt and put it under his head as a makeshift pillow.
Starting at his shoulders, Steve started kneading his back, working out all the stiffness he had. He slowly moved down, making sure to hit every muscle. Dave had become so relaxed (and drunk) by this point he felt like a puddle of goo. He was so relaxed he didn’t say anything when Steve started massaging his arse, an area where Steve’s hands had never ventured.
After a few seconds, Steve piped up again. “You’re gonna have to get your boxers off. They’re sliding around and getting in the way.” Dave would normally be very hesitant to let a gay man touch his bare arse, even if it was Steve, but he was just drunk enough to oblige without question.
Sliding them off, he suddenly felt very exposed, but when Steve’s hands went back to work, he melted back into the haze he had been feeling. The only difference being that now he was extremely aware of everything Steve was doing with his hands. Kneading his hands into his cheeks and squeezing them over and over, sometimes which resulted into his cheeks being spread apart, exposing his arsehole to the airconditioned air.
The repeated exposure to the cool air on his backdoor eventually caused an unexpected reaction in Dave: he started getting hard. Feeling very self conscious, he willed his growing erection away. If Steve found out he had made Dave hard, he would tease him to the grave. He focused as hard as he could on the feeling of his shirt-pillow under his head, and it started to work, partially. His dick wasn’t getting hard anymore, but it wasn’t going down either.
Steve moved one of his hands down to Dave’s thigh, and kept the other one on his arse. The hand on his arse kept at it with the kneading and squeezing, but the hand of his though stared up with a gentle rub with his fingers. Dave was roused from his thoughts about his shirt when he felt Steve’s fingertips rubbing his thigh. He had always been turned on by the feeling of his legs being gently tickled, and now was no different. His cock sprang back to life, growing at an alarming rate.
After a short while, Steve moved his hands to the other leg and continued the same treatment: one hand kneading and squeezing his arse, the other lightly tickling his thigh. Dave was so hard it was starting to hurt due to him being facedown. He silently thanked all the gods that his dick was pointing up rather than down between his legs, or Steve would be able to see. He suddenly realised he still had half his beer, so he quickly downed all of it, hoping for a level of intoxication that would cause impotence. Steve laughed. “Thirsty? Hang on, I’ll get us some more”.
While he was gone, Dave prayed that his hard on would be gone by the time he got back, but when Steve returned a moment later, he was as hard as ever. He was ashamed to admit it, but he wasn’t just hard from a physical reaction. The thigh tickles had actually made him quite aroused. He knew that as soon as the massage was over he was going to have to jerk off. Thankfully he had some pretty good porn links saved in his phone, so he wouldn’t have to search for very long. He then realised it was quite odd that Steve would be tickling him. He had never done it in any previous massage, but then he realised Steve said he would finish it up by going softly. Still weird though, he thought.
Steve handed him his beer, then knelt back down on the floor. “Alright, roll over”.
“Uh, roll over?” Dave was horrified. His dick was as hard as it had ever been, and it would take some time before it went down naturally.
“Yeah, I gotta do your front now”. He looked down at Dave and saw the look on his face then realised. “You’ve got a hard on, don’t you?”
Dave didn’t know how to reply. Him, a straight man who had never had a gay thought in his life, was now extremely turned on from the hands of his gay friend. “Um, kinda” he replied sheepishly.
Steve smirked a little, then said “nah don’t worry about it. You’d be surprised how often it actually happens. I’ve had my hands near your boy parts for the last half hour, it’s quite natural for your body to react to it. So come on, roll over. Not like I’ve never seen a boner before anyway”. The fact that Steve thought it was just a physical reaction, and not legitimate arousal, calmed Dave, but only a little bit. He was still apprehensive, but he eventually rolled over. He was ecstatic to see his cock had lost some of the swelling; he was guessing due to the morbid embarrassment he was feeling.
Steve completely ignored Dave’s half-hard member, and went back to work in his legs, driving his thumbs into the muscle groups, but differently than before. He would plant both his thumbs on the same thigh, drive them upwards, stopping just before his hands would would touch Dave’s balls, then ever so lightly scraping his fingertips on the way back down his leg.
It didn’t take long at all for Dave’s cock to wake back up and spring to life. He was as hard as a crowbar within seconds. He was terrified. He knew there was no way Steve could not notice. He was lying on his back, naked, with a full erection, with Steve’s hand within inches of his cock. He tried to block out the thoughts with more alcohol and the knowledge that Steve didn’t seem to care, but it was difficult.
Steve went to work on the other leg, doing the exact same thing, but only went for a few seconds. “Here, turn around a bit. I can’t reach your leg properly. Sit on the couch normally, but sit forward so your arse is right on the edge.” Dave sat up and scooted his body around, sitting just like Steve had said. He suddenly realised how this would look if anyone walked in and saw. He was sitting on the couch naked and hard, with another man between his legs.
Steve started up again on his thigh, kneading and tickling, kneading and tickling, just like before, and with Dave being comforted by Steve’s lack of care about his dick, he lay back and tried to enjoy the massage and relax like he should be. After a few minutes, Steve switched the routine around: kneading his thigh on the way down, soft tickling on the way up. With every run up with thighs, Dave was become more and more turned on, as much as he didn’t want to. Steve’s hands were also getting dangerously close to his balls.
After a little bit of this torture, Steve swapped legs again and carried on. After a few minutes, he stopped the hard massaging altogether, and now was just running his fingers up and down Dave’s leg over and over. Dave’s breathing slowly become audible the more turned on he became. Steve moved one hand over to the other leg, and with one hand on each keeping up the relentless tickles, Dave was losing his mind. He was well aware that the massage should not be going like this, but he didn’t care. He had never been this turned on. Unlike before, when he had resigned to the fact he would have to masturbate, he was now very much looking forward to it. This muscle rub down had turned into more foreplay than any woman had ever done with him.
With his labored breathing and his cock twitching and covered in glistening precum, he knew how he looked. He kept his eyes firmly shut; he could not look at Steve at this point. He was far too ashamed. He was reaching for his beer when he felt Steve’s fingers on his balls and cock. His eyes snapped open to see Steve staring at his dick methodically, as if it was just another muscle to work.
Dave wanted to say something, but he was in total bliss. He was more horny than he had ever been in his life, and the light tickling up and down his shaft felt amazing. The cupping and ever so gentle rubbing on his balls was another thing entirely. He was quite certain that if Steve kept it up he would cum just from that. His breathing was now slowly turning to occasional moans, and Steve was actually having trouble keeping his fingers on Dave’s bouncing cock.
After a few moments, Steve took his hands off Dave’s balls, and it took all of his will to not cry out “no!”, but he managed to hold it in. The hand that had been removed was suddenly felt prying at Dave’s arsehole. At first it was a very unwelcome intrusion, but Dave soon realised he was only tickling; lightly brushing his fingers over the hole. It felt incredible, just as good as the fingers on his cock that has now moved up to the head. The precum coating it was providing enough lubricant for Steve to move his fingers around the head smoothly.
When Steve removed his hand from between Dave’s cheeks, Dave chanced a look, and saw that Steve had his finger in his mouth. He assumed he was getting something out of his teeth, but when he withdrew it covered in spit and placed it back underneath Dave he knew exactly what he had been doing. The pushing at his arsehole was gentle but firm, and it only took a few seconds before the tip crossed the barrier and Dave felt it enter him.
This was too much. The naked massage, the ball fondling and dick tickling, Dave was stunned that he had willingly accepted it, but having Steve finger his arse? He didn’t want that. At least he didn’t think he did at first. He was about to say something when Steve pushed his finger in a bit deeper and hit his prostate. Dave gasped. The feeling had caught him off guard. It wasn’t amazing, but it was just enough to stop him from speaking out. He shook it off and was determined to say something when Steve bent down and wrapped his lips around Dave’s cock. The words that had been about to come out erupted forth in a hoarse moan that filled the room.
The feeling was like nothing Dave could have even imagined. He’d had his dick sucked plenty of times, but nothing could have ever compared to this. Steve took his entire length in his mouth, swirled his tongue around the head, then slowly drew back up, dragging his lips along the shaft, then repeated the process over and again, while continuing to work his finger deep into Dave’s arse.
Dave was lost. He had no idea what was going on, all that he knew was that the feeling was indescribable. He was unable to form a coherent though; his entire mind was focused on his cock, and the feelings it was sending through his entire body. Every time Steve pressed his prostate, it felt like an orgasm had just ripped through him, but he hadn’t cum yet. He was about to though. He wanted to stop Steve, to push him away, but he had no chance. No amount of willpower would overcome the desire to let Steve continue sucking his dick. He managed to open his eyes, and he was shocked to find that the image of his rock solid dick in his friend’s mouth pushed him over the edge. He felt every muscle tense up in anticipation, and his moans reached their limit, he could feel the orgasm about to break open his world…when Steve stopped. He calmly took his mouth off Dave’s cock and went back to tickling his leg. The finger in his arse stopped as well. It didn’t withdraw, but remained still. As Steve pulled away, Dave’s hips involuntarily thrust their way upwards, his body needing more. “What…what are you doing?” Dave managed to choke out.
“I’m relaxing you, as I said I would.”
“But…you know I’m not gay”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t like this, does it?” And with that he went right back to sucking Dave off again, cause another full moan at the surprise feeling. This time he didn’t suck Dave’s entire length, only the head. The finger went back to work, and with 30 seconds Dave was ready to explode again. His hips began to buck, right as Steve pulled away again. “See? You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“I…I don’t” he didn’t want to admit it, but he was unable to lie
“Do you want to cum?” Steve asked plainly.
Dave was silent for a few seconds. No matter how much he wanted Steve to keep going, he couldn’t actually say it. Steve leant in, poked his tongue out, and began swirling it around the head of Dave’s cock, which was now bouncing more than a kid on a trampoline. “Yes” Dave quietly said. In one smooth motion, Steve deepthroated Dave, causing his eyes to roll back and his voice to break. The moans filling the room were getting louder, but Dave couldn’t help himself. He never knew it was possible for anything to feel this good.
As his orgasm approached him for the third time, his voice seized up and his legs began to shake. Steve stopped again. “Wh…why did you stop?”
Steve looked at him in silence, gave a very evil smile, then quickly dived back down and resumed sucking him off. For the fourth time, Dave could feel an orgasm approaching, only for Steve to stop right before. “Please! Please don’t stop. I can’t handle it anymore, please just keep going.”
Steve smiled darkly again, then went back to sucking him, but this time he didn’t use his tongue. He wanted it to last as long as he could. His finger was still going strong, but now it wasn’t rubbing Dave’s prostate. It was now proper fingering his arse, in and out, in and out. It felt weird at first, but Dave slowly began to enjoy the feeling. It was different, but nice. He knew Steve was probably going to stop again, so he tried to hide the orgasm that was approaching again. But Steve knew men’s bodies, and he knew that Dave was about to cum, and he stopped once again. Dave looked up at him with pleading eyes, but Steve smiled his evil smile and shook his head, before removing his finger from inside Dave.
Dave looked up at him as Steve stood up and removed his pants. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you, Dave. I’m going to slide my cock inside you and fuck you with it.” Dave opened his eyes wide at this announcement. He was not ready for this. He tried to sit up, but Steve just gently pushed him back down, before removing his underwear, causing his hard cock to spring forth. Dave looked at it and realised that very soon it was going to be inside him. Very surprisingly, he wanted it.
Spitting in his hand and rubbing it all over his dick, Steve knelt down between Dave’s legs, and hooked an arm under each one, exposing Dave’s small hole, and putting it in line with his cock. Dave was too nervous to look, but he could feel the smooth head of Steve’s cock right at the entrance, and he felt as Steve rubbed the head around the hole, lubing up the area. Then he felt the pressure of Steve pushing. It was firm, but gentle enough that it didn’t really hurt.
Dave suddenly and sharply changed his mind. In an instant he realised he was about to get fucked by his male friend, and he didn’t want it anymore. Right as he was about to say stop, the head popped in, causing a very loud gasp. Dave’s eyes opened up wide and he stared at the ceiling, the thought that he now had a dick inside his arse going over and over in his mind. His thoughts were soon broken as he felt Steve push in deeper. There was pain, but he was surprised that it was actually only a little bit. Steve pushed deeper still, stopping when he was about halfway. “Do you like that?” he asked.
“Uh, I don’t, I mean, I’m not” Dave was a babbling mess. Even if he was able to speak, he himself wasn’t sure if he enjoyed this. There was pressure, but it was neither bad nor good. Then Steve slowly started pulling out, and Dave realised it was very good. In the time that Steve had stopped sucking him off, Dave’s dick had managed to become completely soft. It took two thrusts, in and out, before he was fully hard again.
When Steve would push in, he would hit Dave’s prostate every time, making him moan in ecstasy, and when he withdrew, he would make him cry out again. The moans were soon filling the room as Steve quickened his pace, fucking Dave faster and faster. Dave was going out of his mind. First he though the dick tickling was amazing, then the blowjob had blown his mind. Now he was feeling like the entire history of the universe had existed solely to come to this moment. Every thrust felt like the greatest orgasm he had ever had. His dick was throbbing so hard he could see it pulsating. It only took a minute before he could feel an orgasm approaching. His moans became deeper and louder, and he began to cry out “fuck me! Fuck me Steve” to his astonishment. But Steve was all too happy to oblige, and he kept fucking his arse, never stopping.
Dave was looking up at his friend giving him the most mindblowing sex he’d ever had when he felt his legs started going numb. Then his stomach muscles started tightening, and without warning an orgasm ripped through his entire body. Without any contact on his dick, Steve had fucked his arse to climax, and Dave was loving it. His howls of pleasure were never ending, as streams of cum shot out of his cock again and again. He kept cumming for what felt like years, over and over in continuous explosions, and after several moments, he felt Steve’s thrusts became more rough. He looked up and saw that Steve’s face was twisted in orgasmic bliss, and he felt as his load shot into his arse.
Steve slowed his fucking, and then stopped. Both men were breathing heavily from the effort. He slowly pulled his cock out of Dave, then sat down for a few seconds. Dave couldn’t move. The orgasm that Steve had given him had rendered him catatonic, but he was able to see Steve stand up.
“I’ll get us another beer”.
Dave woke slowly, his head feeling like it was being repetitively struck with a sledgehammer in time with his pulse. He licked his lips, trying to make his mouth at least a little less like the Sahara desert. Trying to gather his bearings, he realised he was naked and on the couch, and his arse was a bit sore. At least I took a shit last night, he thought, so I won’t have to do a grog bog this morning. He couldn’t remember why he was naked. He couldn’t remember nearly anything about the previous night for that matter. He knew Steve had come over, and they’d been drinking, but last that he was at a loss.
He looked around for Steve, but he wasn’t around. He saw his own clothes on the floor, and figured he must’ve gotten too hot and stripped in his drunken stupor. His first thought was to be embarrassed, because Steve was gay, and stripping naked in front of a gay man was a bit weird, even if he was his best friend. But he put it aside as Steve likely wouldn’t care as they were both drinking.
Dave got up slowly and staggered over to the fridge to get a drink. After downing half a bottle of water, he walked back to the couch and sat down, his hangover making him feel a bit queasy. He picked up his boxer shorts to put them on, but realised there was a cum stain smeared over them. What the hell? he thought. Did I have a wet dream? I haven’t had one since I was a teenager. Maybe that’s why I slept naked, he figured.
He went to his room to get dressed, calling out to Steve, but there was no answer. After getting dressed, which wasn’t easy due to his crushing headache and still tender arse (must’ve been an epic dump, Dave thought), he wandered around seeing if Steve was passed out somewhere, but he wasn’t anywhere. Finding his phone, he found a message from Steve: hey man I had to run I’ll talk to you later had a great night 🙂
Over the next few hours, Dave tried to do what he could to get rid of his hangover, but nothing worked. Feeling like shit the whole day left him severely fatigued, so he went to bed around 9pm that night.
Waking as if he’d been screamed at, Dave sat upright, breathing heavily. He’d been dreaming, and he could still see the images of his dream vividly. Images of Steve rubbing his cock, images of Steve blowing him, images of Steve fucking his arse until he made Dave spurt cum all over his own stomach. The dream was troubling enough, but what had Dave really troubled was that his dick was hard, and that the dream didn’t feel like a normal dream. It felt like a *memory*.
Dave turned so his was sitting on the edge of the bed, thoughts running through his head. Could it possibly be a memory? He wasn’t gay, but he had gotten more drunk than he’d been in a long time. And there was the fact he had a sore arse the day after. But no, it couldn’t be. Steve had never shown the slightest interest in Dave in that way, ever. But Steve had been drinking too… No. It couldn’t have happened. It must’ve just been a very realistic dream.
He felt a bit embarrassed at himself that he was hard over having a gay dream, but it was not something he had any control over. He rolled over and tried to get some sleep, but he tossed and turn all night, waking the next morning not satisfied at all.
Dave had another day off work today, so he slept in a little bit, before getting up and making his breakfast. He was watching the morning news, when all of a sudden he remembered the dream from last night. Images of Steve standing over him while arse fucking him filled his vision, and it didn’t take long for his cock to swell and grow to full hardness. Shocked at his reaction, he tried to block out the thoughts, but the harder he tried the harder he got, as if the taboo of it was fueling the fire. Curiosity got to him, and he closed his eyes and focused on the thoughts, and he started to get extremely aroused. Shaking his head, he forced the images away and got back to the news, embarrassed at himself once again. His boner went away, but he was still horny.
He finished his toast, then went over to the computer and started looking at porn. He found a lesbian one he often watched, pulled out his dick and started jerking off, but now that he was thinking about sex, the dream started coming back. With his thoughts split between the dream and the porn, he couldn’t focus and his dick started going soft, so he tried to focus on the two girls strapon fucking, but he went the other way and saw Steve’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and his boner returned nearly instantly. He didn’t want to think about gay things whole masturbating, but he was so horny he just wanted to finish, so he closed his eyes and imagined Steve’s tongue swirling around the head of his dick. That plus the moans from the computer quickly brought him to climax, and he bucked as he came. Cleaning up the mess, he felt ashamed. He’d never had a gay thought before, and now he had just jerked off to the memory of his friend sucking his dick. Wait, memory? No, dream. It couldn’t be a memory. Could it? It felt so real, but Dave didn’t want to be true.
Pacing in his loungeroom, he had to talk to Steve. But what would I say? he thought. Hey Steve, how’s things? You know how we were drinking Friday? Yeah, uh, did we have gay buttsex? He laughed at the absurdity. He’d have to just make it up as he went along. Picking up his phone, he sent Steve a message. “Hey man, what’s going on? You get that stuff sorted yesterday?” A few minutes went by before he got a reply.
Yeah mate. Nothing’s happening now, you?
Nah, nothing doing over here. Just thinking about Friday night.
Oh yeah? Wanna repeat or something huh 😉
Dave went bug eyed. Steve couldn’t possibly mean what Dave was thinking he meant. Or maybe he could. Dave had to ask something, he was taking too long to respond. “Repeat of what? I can’t really remember anything. All I know is you came over. I must’ve gotten completely hammered, because the entire night is a blank, and yesterday was the worst hangover I’ve had in a hell of a long time”
You don’t remember any of it?
By now, Dave wasn’t sure if he was lying or not, but he felt guilty all the same. But nothing could make him ask if they’d had sex. If the answer was no, he would look like a complete idiot. And if the answer was yes… “Nah not at all”
There was a lull for a few minutes, then a reply. “You busy tonight? I’m free the rest of today and it’s my shout for drinks”
Dave realised the fact that Steve hasn’t answered the question, but he assumed he would get one. He sent over an acceptance saying he would be over later, but then instant he pressed send he had a thought. What if he didn’t answer because it’s news you deliver in person? What if it really did happen and he wants to do it again? The instant that question passed through his mind he felt his dick start to grow again, to his horror. Again? Why is this turning me on? He tried to recall the dream/memory to see if he had liked it, whether it was the feeling or the idea that was getting him hot, but there was nothing there. It had to be the idea, he thought in shame, I had jerked off to it before. The more he thought about it, the more he came to accept it. The idea of having sex with Steve aroused him.
Dave shook his head to clear his mind. He decided to take a show to clear it better. He walked into the bathroom and ran the water while he got undressed. Jumping in when the water was the right temperature, he quickly washed himself, then stood there, thinking about everything.
He closed his eyes and recalled the image of Steve fucking his arse, and he soon became erect. So it does turn me on, he thought. But how much? Do I want to do it again? That he couldn’t answer. Is this something I want to think about when masturbating? He decided to put it to the test, even though he’d jerked off recently. He locked his thoughts on Steve fucking him, while he lathered up his hands with soap and ran them up and down his shaft. It wasn’t long before his breathing became heavy, as the thoughts of being fucked by Steve were making him insanely horny. He quickly stopped, his cock bouncing at the sudden lack of attention. He opened his eyes, and thought it he was going to test this, he was going to do it right.
He turned off the shower, got out and hurriedly dried himself, his dick hard the whole time. Despite being nervous about what he might learn about himself, he was excited. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a fork. He ran his fingers along the smooth handle, thinking to himself that this would have to do. He didn’t exactly have any dildos lying around the house.
Walking into the bedroom, he dropped the towel, then paused as he tried to think how he was going to do this. He walked over to the bed, lifted the mattress, and placed the fork in the frame, dropping the mattress back on top of it. Now the handle of the fork was poking out, partly kept in place by the weight of the mattress.
He got on his knees, and pulled some lube from the bedside table. First lubing up the handle, then the tip of his finger, he turned around so his arse was pointing at the bed, then reached around and started rubbing his bud, working the lube into it. Applying gentle pressure, he slowly pushed his finger into his arse, and started fingering himself. It felt odd. Not good, but not gross or painful. Once he was satisfied he was lubed up enough, he removed his finger and positioned himself, pushing his arse back to the protruding handle. He found he barely had to push, as it went it easily.
The first thing he realised was that it felt lovely. Not good enough that he thought it would make him cum, in fact it wasn’t even making him hard, but it felt very nice. The smoothness of the handle combined with the lube meant the handle was gliding in and out as he fucked himself on it, and he decided that he would have to do this again.
He kept it up for a few minutes, and eventually his breathing become heavier and he got hornier the more he kept it up, but the feeling never got better, and he never managed to get hard. He tried changing the angle, depth, speed, but nothing he did would make it feel any better than ‘very nice’. He even tried imaging he was fucking himself on Steve’s cock, which quickly sprung his own cock into action, but still the feeling didn’t get any better. All it was succeeding in doing was making him more and more horny. He realised if he was going to cum he’d have to jerk off.
The instant his hand wrapped around his shaft he knew this wank was going to be amazing. Apparently the handle in his arse made his dick a lot more sensitive to touch. He started pulling his dick, and it only took a few seconds before he could feel his orgasm rising. He started grunting uncontrollably, and as he was he could feel his arse spasming around the handle, and the amazing feeling of it increased how good his hand felt on his dick. The whole time he was imagining he was being fucked by Steve and getting a reacharound, and it drove him over the edge.
He tried to hold back so he could keep going, but nothing was stopping this orgasm. He cried out as he shot cum out in front of him in thick ropes, his arse pulsating as his entire body jerked in short bursts, causing uncontrollable fucking on the handle. After what felt like ages, his orgasm subsided, and he slowly pulled himself away from the bed, the lay down on the floor to catch his breath. He’d never vocalised any time he’d masturbated before, but this time he’d nearly screamed it was so good. This passes the test, he thought. I want Steve to fuck my arse. He still wasn’t sure if it had happened, but he was leaning towards yes. Whether it did or it didn’t, he wanted Steve’s cock in his arse. He wanted it so badly, he would gladly accept it right now, even though he’d just cum.
After recovering, he cleaned up his mess, got dressed, and washed the fork. He looked at the clock, and realised he still had a few hours before leaving for Steve’s. He went into the lounge to watch tv until it was time to leave.
Dave walked out to his car, sending Steve a text as he was walking letting him know he was on his way. On the drive over, he got 3 separate erections thinking about the possibilities on what the night might bring. But when he pulled up outside Steve’s house, he was suddenly struck with panic. He had been thinking there was a good to fair chance he might get to have sex with Steve, but what if they hadn’t done it on Friday? What if something completely different had happened. What if Steve merely meant getting drunk when he sent that winky text? He wanted it to happen, but he could not bear the thought of having to ask Steve if they had had sex, and he definitely couldn’t ask for it to happen ‘again’. He decided he would let the night play out as normal, and if the situation came up he would do it, but he would not ask.
Walking inside, he called out to Steve. “In the kitchen!” He walked through to find Steve doing the dishes. “Hey man, just gimme a sec while I finish these up. Beers are in the fridge”
“No worries”. Dave grabbed a pair and plonked one in front of Steve. “What’d you have to do yesterday morning?”
“Oh, just some shit for work.”
“Fair enough.” Dave quickly relaxed as he chatted with Steve, and the two soon moved into the lounge where they talked shit, watched tv and sank beers. Dave had actually forgotten that he was waiting for Steve’s answer on what happened Friday, but then it popped into his mind, so he asked. “So yeah, Friday night. Fuck actually happened? I still can’t remember and you made it seem like we did something” he said, as subtle as he possibly could.
A tiny grin that Dave only just barely noticed crossed Steve’s face, and he said “oh, you uh, you twanged you leg so I gave you a rub down. It turned into a full body massage”
He may have been about to say something, but Dave interjected quickly as he was beginning to feel the effects of the booze. “Ohhhh, so that’s what you meant when you asked if I wanted if I wanted a repeat?”
“Uh…yeah. You seemed to enjoy it on Friday”.
“Ahhh, see, cos it’s been bugging me all weekend. Couldn’t remember shit.” Dave both relaxed and stiffened at the same time. They hadn’t had sex, so that weird feeling wasn’t there, and Steve was still just his mate, but now he had no chance of it happening for real. He finished his beer and went to get more, passing one to Steve as he sat back down. “So uh, is the offer still open? I’m not sore at all so it ain’t one of those rub downs, but I ain’t gonna say no to a full body massage.
“Sure, why not. I got my table here too so it’ll be a lot easier than your couch.” Steve led the way to his weight room, where a massage table lay waiting for them. “Righto, get your kit off, face down”. Dave normally would’ve hesitated, but his drunkenness and desire for this to become sexual caused him to strip naked without protest. He could feel his cock behind to swell, so he quickly hopped onto the table, and it was only then he noticed there were two holes: one for his face, and he guessed one for his privates. “Never seen one with a hole for a fella’s bits before”.
“Yeah, I actually got it done like that on purpose, cos some guys get hard during a massage and it’s a bit painful lying on a boner.” Steve replied, then added “you got one yourself the other night.”
Dave ignored this as he was quite embarrassed, but he didn’t have to ignore it for long before he felt Steve’s hands on his bare back. The rubbing and kneading felt great, and he was actually starting to remember getting massaged on Friday. He guessed because the same thing was happening, it triggered the memory. Only difference was this time Steve was using massage oil. After a few minutes, Steve moved down to his legs, and began working his calves, before moving up to his thighs.
Dave sighed. He was relaxed as hell, but he had a nagging disappointment his fantasy would not become reality. Probably for the best, he thought. It would definitely make things weird between us. He felt Steve’s hands move up to his arse cheeks and begin kneading them. As much as he liked it, he was surprised that he hadn’t actually gotten hard during the entire massage. He supposed it was due to knowing nothing would happen. With Steve’s oily hands running all over his backside, oil beg and to run down between his crack, making his hole feel slightly itchy. He squirmed to try and relieve it, but it just made it worse, as while squirming he had lifted his bum a bit, spreading his cheeks just enough for the oil to completely run into the crack. He heard Steve clear his throat. “Uh, Dave, you know how how I said on Friday that I have you a massage, and you asked that’s what I meant when I asked if you wanted a repeat? Uh, that wasn’t actually what I meant.” Dave was paying extreme attention. He knew what Steve was about to say, but he managed to croak out “uh, what did you mean then?”
“Well, we uh, we kinda did something else. See, you were kinda enjoying the massage a lot, and we were both pretty fucken hammered, so I um…”
He was about to continue when Dave blurted out “we had sex, didn’t we?” He screwed up his face in shame. He had not meant to blurt that out, because if the answer was no he would never live it down.
“Uhh, yeah. We did.” Dave’s eyes went wide. It did happen! he thought. It could happen again! The possibility of his fantasy happening caused an instant erection through the hole in the table. He wanted to say something, to reassure Steve that he wasn’t upset, and that he did want to take him up on the offer, but he couldn’t find the words, but he thanked the gods when Steve continued. “So…yeah, that was what I meant when I asked if you wanted a repeat. You loved it when it happened, but then you said you forgot and I didn’t know how to tell you. I hope this doesn’t change things, I’m still your mate, we’ve just…fucked.”
Dave summoned every ounce of willpower he had and tried to say something, but all he could manage was a quiet “yes”. His heart was beating so hard it was almost hurting.
“Yes what? Yes this changes things, yes we’re still cool? Or yes you want a repeat?”
“Uh, I um…” Dave stammered, trying to force the words out, but no matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much Steve seemed to be ok with it, he simply could not say out loud he wanted to have gay sex. He didn’t have to fight with his shame for very long, because he felt Steve’s hand slide into the crack of his arse and start rubbing his hole, causing an involuntary sigh. “Is this what you mean by yes?”
Dave could only mumble out a “mhmm” and a slight nod, but that was all Steve needed. He pushed a finger into Dave’s arse and reached under the table to cup and fondle his dangling balls, eliciting a soft moan.
Dave was beside himself with happiness. It’s really happening! No fantasy he’d ever had had been wanted as much as this one, and it was coming true. He was so horny, he could already feel his balls tightening in anticipation of his orgasm. The finger in his arse felt much better than the handle had, and Steve’s hand on his balls were absolutely devine. Steve let go of his balls, causing Dave to thrust into the table in an effort to get closer to the absent fingers, but then he felt those fingers wrap around his rock hard cock and start jacking him off. It was less than a minute before he started bucking on the table, essentially fucking himself with Steve’s hands both in front and behind him. He cried out as his climax tore through his body.
He lay there catching his breath as Steve pulled his finger out and continue massaging his arse. He didn’t know what to do now. He’d cum, so was that it? That was how it usually went anytime he’d had sex with a woman. He’d get them off as much as he could, but once he was done, the sex was done. Did he have to get Steve off? He hadn’t considered that. He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to. He loved Steve making him cum, but that was because it felt so amazing. He still wasn’t gay; he wasn’t attracted to him or anything, so he didn’t know if he’d be able to reciprocate. It was only fair though, he thought. It can’t really hurt to at least try.
He rolled onto his side so he was facing Steve, grabbed his shorts and pulled him over to him so his crotch was right in front of his face. Steve looked down with a quizzical look on his face. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“Is that something you even want to do?”
Now that he was in this position, Dave was actually surprised at how comfortable he was. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he wasn’t scared or revulsed either. He nodded, then reached out and pulled Steve’s shorts and underwear down, revealing his hard on. Taking a deep breath, he reached out with his hand and softly stroked it, in a jerking off motion but without enough grip to actually jerk him off. It was smooth and felt nice in his hands. He leaned forward and put his mouth over the head.
Never having given a blowjob before, he couldn’t take it very deep, and he was shocked at how hard it was to breathe after only a few seconds, but at the same time, he still found himself quite comfortable to be doing this. The taste was odd, but not bad or good. Just odd. He didn’t really know what to do, except keep his teeth out of the equation. He moved his head back and forth along the shaft, and tried to lick the head every time he went forward, and while it was difficult, he managed to get a rhythm down eventually. Wondering if this was actually any good, he looked up to see Steve’s eyes closed with a look on his face that said he was very much enjoying Dave’s first blowjob. Dave was quite proud of himself. He went back to sucking, and after a while felt himself getting hard again, to his surprise. He didn’t think he was enjoying this that much. He reached his hand under Steve and tried to rub his hole, but he couldn’t quite reach, but Steve stepped a bit forward, making it accessible.
While he could happily keep this up, he was pretty sure he didn’t want to take Steve’s cum in his mouth, so he stopped to ask Steve if he could say when he was going to blow, so he could jerk him off to finish instead. Before he got a chance, Steve leaned down and pushed Dave’s shoulder, making him lie on his back. “That felt great, but we don’t want to finish just yet. I’ve got a present for you.” Steve turned and left the room.
Dave had no idea what this present was, but when Steve returned, he saw something in his hand. It was a small dildo, maybe 4-5 inches long, with a suction base. “Turn around” Steve instructed, helping Dave spin on the table so his feet were now down the head end, and his head was at the feet end. Rubbing oil all over the dildo, Steve had Dave lift his hips while he stuck the dildo to the table. He then helped Dave gently lower himself into it, so nearly its full length was inside Dave’s arse.
It felt terrific, and Dave couldn’t help but move his hips up and down slightly. Steve climbed up onto the table and straddled Dave’s legs, then leant down, deep throated Dave, and remained perfectly still. With Dave partially fucking himself on the dildo, he was now also partially fucking Steve’s mouth. Even though he’d only blown his load a few minutes ago, he was roaring to go. Hornier than ever, he was moaning as he made his little thrusts, and when Steve pulled back a little bit, causing Dave to make bigger thrusts just to reach, the feeling got even better, and the moans to get louder. The biggest moan came when Steve grabbed his hips on an upthrust and forced them down, driving the dildo deep into his arse, and then started sucking his dick with gusto. Dave’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned over and over at how amazing this felt. It went for a while before Steve stopped and sat up, smiling at Dave.
Steve scooted forward on the table, positioning his arse over Dave’s bouncing wood. The oil and slobber all over it was enough lubricant, and Steve was able to easily slide himself down onto it, impaling himself.
Dave looked up at Steve sitting over him, with his dick in Steve’s arse and a dildo in his own, and his arousal reached peak levels. Steve stared thrusting up and down, fucking the air, causing Dave’s hips to rise and fall on the dildo while Steve’s sphincter was wrapped around his cock and sliding up and down it. He could barely handle it. Steve’s arse felt great. Having never done it before, he finally understood the fascination with anal. With every thrust, Dave let out an involuntary grunt that drowned out Steve’s moans. He could feel another orgasm building, and it awoke a strange desire to touch Steve, to run his hands over his legs.
He reached both hands out and grabbed Steve’s thighs, and ran his fingers up and down them, causing Steve’s to moan louder and faster. He ran his hands further north, and wrapped one around Steve’s throbbing dick and started jacking him off, causing a chain of pleasure: dick in his arse, his dick in Steve’s arse, Steve’s dick in his hand. He matched Steve’s pace and masturbated him, turning Steve’s moans into grunts that matched his own.
Steve’s pace became sporadic, and his arse tightened around Dave’s cock, and he let out a long groan as he came, shooting cum all over Dave’s chest. The orgasm caused him to stop fucking Dave, so Dave picked up the slack, thrusting up and fucking Steve and himself on the dildo. Steve’s pulsing ring on his member and the arousal caused by making him cum pushed Dave over the edge, and he felt his dick shoot hot jizz into Steve’s arse. He kept going, milking his balls for all they had, before he couldn’t take any more and had to slow and eventually stop.
After catching their breath for a minute, Steve slowly slid himself off Dave’s softening dick, then climbed down and sat in the edge, breathing heavily. Dave sat up, Steve’s cum glistening on his chest. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Dave slid his finger through it and popped it in his mouth. That’s not too bad I suppose, he thought to himself. Next time I’ll suck him off to finish. He climbed off the table and headed out to the kitchen.
“I’ll get us another beer” he called back with a smile.