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CHAPTER 1
We were, and still are, housemates. Four men living together in a house. We’re not students and we’re not army buddies and we’re not gay. Just men with not much money who had separately found a decent rented place within our budgets. I’m Paul, and when it started, I was in my late twenties. There was Derek, the youngest, early twenties, Ian, a bit older than me, and Matt, about forty. I think it had been student accommodation, but there are some swanky new flats in tower blocks closer to the university, and the students prefer to spend their loans on them. People like us had moved in, and there we were. Actually, Matt had a decent job and salary but was divorced with child maintenance, so was as skint as the rest.
I didn’t say so, but I was the only virgin. Derek had a long-standing girlfriend, but she’d gone to university, so I didn’t see her. Ian had brought a girl back to his room occasionally, and Matt, well obviously.
We had basic facilities in our rooms, but there was a communal sitting room with a big TV. We liked a lot of the same programmes (sport, action films, anything with tits, and some other stuff) so often watched together and chatted.
The conversations included sex – girls they’d fucked (or claimed to), girls we’d like to fuck, how much we needed a fuck. And of course, stories about other people fucking. I nodded along, but I’m sure they all realised I hadn’t scored yet. Occasionally Matt would ask gently if I was seeing anyone. He was a dad after all, and acted a bit like one to me and Derek.
Anyway, it was in one of these vague rambling conversations that Derek remarked he was very happy with his girlfriend’s cunt and didn’t see why porn often showed women getting it up the arse. Obviously, gays only had one option, but a man and a woman?
This was one of those times when Matt acted as the know-it-all man of the world.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, boy,” he said grandly.
“I often fucked my wife that way, and it’s great. You should definitely try to persuade Janice!”
“Janine,” said Derek, looking down and blushing. “I don’t think she’d like…”
“Well, maybe wait until you’re married,” Matt said considerately. We understood that was the plan once she had her degree.
“Then she can’t run away immediately. But I promise you it’s worth the effort. Women enjoy it too, if you do it right.”
“And gays, of course,” cut in Ian, adding swiftly “so I’ve heard.”
Matt looked up and to the left, and pursed his lips like he does sometimes.
“God, I could do with some ass now!” he said in a heartfelt way.
He turned and smiled.
“Any volunteers?”
Seeing no answer, he said “I think I’ll go and check my emails.”
As he stood up, I could see the bulge in his jeans. I think we were all sitting a bit uncomfortably, and gradually trailed off to our rooms.
I could feel my face burning because of my secret.
A few years earlier, I had had problems with constipation. Particularly in the mornings my rectum would be packed with hard lumps that were difficult and painful to get out. I had finally resorted to using a wet finger, spitting into my palm to get a pool. Sometimes I even used Vaseline.
On one occasion I was trying to get an intractable pebble from right at the end, when I felt a strange feeling. Not unpleasant, but weird, and I felt some slime at the tip of my cock. It wasn’t an orgasm, but something to do with it. I managed to get the feeling occasionally, but I guess my fingers weren’t long enough.
With my pooing under control, I rarely needed my finger, but often felt inside anyway, understanding my own anatomy and how it worked. Obviously, the gut must draw water out of the poop, but shouldn’t be left too long. There is a second sphincter coming from the gut. If the consistency is right, it fills the rectum, which closes to expel it cleanly. Somehow, I started to insert things into my bum. I didn’t come, but got a strange sense of satisfaction. I explored with objects and lubricants. Particularly when I would check after a dump to find a large cavity perfectly clean, which seemed yearning to be filled.
I wasn’t and I am not gay. I couldn’t imagine kissing a man, and certainly not saying things like ‘make love to me!’ But I wondered what it was like to have an object sliding inside. Something about the size of a cock.
I knew about dildoes and vibrators, but I was too embarrassed to buy such things.
Now Matt had offered, and I couldn’t help my excitement. But no way was I going to invite him. Or any man, for that matter. Instead, I put a thick marker pen in my hole and had a totally unsatisfactory wank.
CHAPTER 2
Occasionally I looked at “cock in ass” gifs, with as little of the cock owner showed as possible. I certainly disliked pictures of smug men showing their cocks, and often toned bodies. The only bodies I looked at were women, and I preferred to see them fucked in the cunt. I rather agreed with Derek on that one, but obviously people do what suits them. My real fatih escort fantasy and internet favourite was now pegging. Having a girl to do it to me, but to fuck her a lot as well. Not the sort of thing you can bring up on a first date!
Then the possibility of a first date disappeared with Covid lockdown. Derek and Ian had jobs which meant they still had to go to work, but Matt was working from home, and I was on what they called furlough, at home with part pay. So Matt and me were around and talked more than before.
It wasn’t long before he said “Excuse me asking, Paul, but are you gay, or bi? Doesn’t matter, I just wondered.”
He had obviously seen my reaction when he talked about fucking his wife’s bum.
“N-no, not at all, I just like girls. J-just haven’t met the right one yet,” I stuttered.
Was he offering me his cock, I wondered. Could I just try it?
No way!
It was the next day when I thought up what to say.
“Oh, Matt. About yesterday, were you saying that you were bi? Have you done it with men?”
He looked at me as if he could read my thoughts (of course not).
“No, I’ve never fancied men. I’ve only buttfucked my wife. Mind you, I’m so desperate for a fuck now, I might consider it!” he said with a forced laugh.
“Just wondering,” I said.
“Of course. No problem. I think I’ll go and check my emails.”
Later on, I tried to be casual.
“If I had a girl who was willing to take it up the bum, could you tell me how I’d go about it?”
“Sure. You need a condom of course. And plenty of lubricant. You can get K-Y jelly from the chemist, along with the condoms. You’ve got to take it slow. Use your fingers to relax her. If she’s got a dildo or vibrator use that first. If not, just go really slowly, don’t hurry. And don’t worry if it’s not great the first time. Practice makes perfect. Honestly, she’ll get to like it, and it’s really great for you.”
Three days later, when Derek and Ian had gone, Matt handed me a package.
Inside were two tubes of K-Y jelly and some packs of condoms.
I didn’t know what to say, but ‘Oh, thank you.’
We usually ate lunch together. I almost stayed in my room; I was so embarrassed.
Somewhat shamefaced I joined him at the communal table.
“I’m willing if you want to try it,” he said, looking nowhere in particular, then started talking about the film last night.
It took me another day, before I found the courage.
“Could we try it tomorrow?” I managed to say.
“OK. Tomorrow. I won’t check my emails tonight.”
CHAPTER 3
I didn’t get much sleep, but joined the others for breakfast.
After my final dump I put a finger in, and found that familiar clean cavity, aching to be filled.
A quick shower, and I hesitantly went and knocked on his door.
I think he was in a meeting. He stuck his head round and said “about half an hour,” so I went back to my room.
I don’t know how long it was, before he knocked on my door in a dressing gown.
The first thing he said was enormously helpful.
“I don’t fancy you, and you don’t fancy me. No foreplay, no face to face. We’re just going to share a fuck. I’ll stop whenever you say. It may be a bit painful at first, but it gets better as you relax, so see if you can take it. If not, we’ll give up.”
“Are you lubed up?” he asked
“What? Oh, lubricated. No.”
“Well, you do that, then bend over the bed. We won’t watch each other, and I’ll think of someone else to get me ready. See if you can manage two fingers. Oh, just a second. Give me a condom and one tube.”
I did as he asked and he turned away.
I used the jelly and finally got two fingers in, though it seemed a bit tight.
I bent over the bed and said “I’m ready.”
I felt my cheeks pulled apart and the jelly tube putting some more into me.
Then something started pressing, pausing and pressing again.
“Try and relax,” said a voice, and it pressed harder.
Then it was in, and really hurt, but as he slowly moved in and out the pain lessoned and it felt good as well. I didn’t come, but I dribbled a bit, and felt exhilarated as he made his finally thrusts hard and all the way, groaning and gasping “Oh fuck! Yeah!” There was a sudden sense of loss, as he pulled out and I felt the emptiness.
The one thing I knew was that I wanted it again.
I was still bent over the bed, when he put some tissues over my hole.
“Here, take these so you don’t make a mess. How was it?”
“Good, thank you. It did hurt a bit, but it’s good,” I said, grabbing the tissues and standing to wipe myself. The I got some more to wipe my cock. There was a little wet patch on the bedsheet.
I saw him holding the condom with tissues and taking it off as it deflated.
We both stood there, naked, wiping our cocks.
“Thanks again,” I said.
“Thank YOU,” he answered.
“I really needed that, and you were great. Sorry if it wasn’t very long. That was three çapa escort days’ worth. If we do it again, it could be longer. If you want, of course.”
“Oh, yes, I would, please. Like it again, that is.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah, fine. I mean yes.”
There didn’t seem much else to say. He put on the dressing gown, and said “Bye,” as he left.
I was pleased and relieved to find there was hardly any brown on the tissues, but a lot of lubricant. I ached a bit, but it was a good ache.
In the evening, we had dinner with the others and watched a film, then went to our rooms.
I could scarcely believe what had happened.
CHAPTER 4
Next day, my cock kept going up and down as I looked forward to being served. I told Matt when I was ready and lubed myself well. When he came in, I took up the position and waited. And waited.
“I’m sorry,” he said and I turned around. He was there with a condom on a limp dick. Not totally, but hanging down and not looking good.
“I really am sorry. Yesterday I was desperate. Now I’m not, and I really don’t fancy you. Maybe tomorrow?”
I was standing there with my cock absolutely rigid, and I saw him look down.
“I see. Well, I’ll have one more try, if you just turn back.”
As I turned away, his cock seemed to be rising a bit.
I had started to droop when I suddenly felt something pushing behind me. He wasn’t quite as stiff as last time, but maybe I was more eager or relaxed because he went in and it only hurt a bit. I don’t think the pain went away totally, but I didn’t care because of the wonderful feeling as he pumped in, holding on to my hips. This was what I had always wanted, though I didn’t know it.
I don’t know how long it was, but definitely much longer. My stiff cock discharged onto the towel I had put on the bed, but I was so grateful that he didn’t stop. I was just in heaven, wanting it to go on and on. He finally came, not so hard, and I had a mixture of pleasure at the success, and disappointment that it was ending.
He didn’t pull out, but just stayed there, which suited us both.
It was my turn to be a bit breathless as I told him “That was wonderful!”
“Pretty good for me too, mate,” he answered.
“Though I might not be able to manage it every day.”
I had put tissues handy so when he finally pulled out, we each grabbed and applied them. As we cleaned up, something occurred to me.
“Oh, by the way. You didn’t go out. When did you get the lube and rubbers?”
“I didn’t, I asked Ian and he got them.”
“You told him?!”
“No, but he immediately guessed and said he’d like to have a go, if I recommended it. Should I?”
I was taken aback. Then I thought.
“Why not. Does Derek know?”
“No. I don’t think he would want to be tempted away from his true love, and I don’t want to spoil things. So you’ll have to be discreet.”
As it happened, I didn’t have to.
Next day, Derek got one of those ‘Dear John’ emails. She’d found someone else, another student.
After we had consoled him, Ian said “Never mind, if you ever want a fuck, you can have Paul.”
That pulled him out of his state.
“What? Are you winding me up?”
“No. Matt’s already had him. Better than a woman, he says, and I’m next, just join the queue.”
“And close your eyes,” Matt added.
“It’s just as good. You don’t have to fancy him, thank God. Or buy flowers.”
That made him laugh.
Later, he came to see me.
“Is it true?” he asked.
“Well, yes. Matt showed me, and I liked it. I’m willing to let you try it anyway. With a condom, of course.”
“I don’t know,” he said, frowning.
“No-one’s forcing you, but with us stuck here because of bloody Covid, it’s just a way out if you get desperate.”
“Thanks, but no,” he said finally.
That evening, I checked myself and offered Ian a go.
He wasn’t as considerate as Matt, so I had to tell him to be a bit more careful till I was warmed up. Then it was good and he was able to go full steam ahead. I was dribbling a lot, but he came before I did. I told him it was good, and he said he had trouble getting it up, but it was a great fuck when he did, and could he do the same tomorrow.
The next day was wonderful.
Ian was more careful and lasted a bit longer. As soon as he’d left, Matt entered the room and me, making me come and fucked quite a bit afterwards, which I loved. It was perfect sex. No names, no faces, just focussing on the cock inside me. While I suppose they focussed on the hole.
My pooping was a bit messy the next day, so no fucking, but the next day, Ian and Matt gave me another good session.
The next day was Friday, and Derek came back from work with a bunch of flowers! And asked if he could fuck me before dinner. So we both showered, and he did. He was a bit too gentle to start, but when we got it right, he was excellent. I think he had the biggest cock, and the enthusiasm to pound out his resentment güngören escort of his girlfriend. I wasn’t expecting it, but he fucked me again later, much longer, but still hard all the way.
We had planned Saturday for an orgy, so Matt and Ian had been saving themselves. In the morning Derek was ready again, so I actually had three in a row! Each stayed in till the next one, so I wasn’t open between them for more than a moment. Derek was the last and longest. I was sort of coming slightly all the time, absolute ecstasy for nearly half an hour. It was a bit messy, but no-one seemed to mind.
He fucked me again before dinner!
Matt declared Sunday a day of rest, and I was actually glad of the rest.
Then on Sunday, Ian said the food tasted funny. It was no surprise that he felt bad om Monday morning, so had to phone in to say he had Covid. Derek had to stay as well.
Thinking they’d better take their chance while they could, Derek and Matt gave me a Monday pounding. It no longer hurt; it was just pleasure.
It was no further surprise that we all got Covid, fortunately not severe enough for hospital, but bad enough. Really incapacitating, some worse than others, Matt probably the worst. When I finally felt well enough for a fuck, it was Derek who gave me the first one, but not as good as before. It was a week before he managed another.
As you may remember, Covid came in waves, so we were in work, spreading it around, then off again. Ian actually caught it twice, poor sod. Finally, with the vaccines, things stabilised, but for us things were different.
CHAPTER 5
One day, Matt gave me a bunch of flowers “for our third anniversary.” Yes, three years since he first fucked me. Now we were a household of four men, three fuckers and one fuckee, but we’re not gay. We would all have liked to get our hands on some tits, but at least we weren’t sex-starved. I have a separate bed in my room now, with a waterproof cover, and plenty of sheets, towels etc. It does get a bit messy, sometimes, but a hot wash with a bit of nappy sanitizer sorts that out, and nobody’s bothered now. I try to make sure none of them has to toss himself off, any time I’m possible. I’m not submissive. They have to ask nicely, and I have to know I’m not poopy. Otherwise, it’s friends with mutual benefits. And if my arse is unavailable, they hold off if they can. I’m not gay, and have refused all requests to suck them off. I just happen to like a cock in the arse as often as possible.
Roughly speaking, Derek fucks me every day I’m available, Ian does on alternate days, and Matt generally twice a week. (Update: Matt’s doctor has been persuaded to prescribe Tadalafil for his mythical erectile disfunction. One tablet a week, so it’s now three times.) Usually separate, but they try and arrange to give me three in a row, when they can, and Derek often gives me another load later when we do. I do hope he finds a new girl, though I’ll be sorry when he leaves. The replacement is not up to us, but the landlord, so may be a problem.
I am not attracted to them sexually, but I don’t have to be. I get fucked regardless most days, which is great. I don’t have to fancy them, it’s just my empty rectum that begs to be filled. They don’t have to fancy me to get hard, and they don’t. Like Pavlov’s dogs, they’ve been trained to respond when they feel randy. The sight of my arse, and the memory of the delight inside, makes their cocks go up like meerkats to a strange noise.
Matt suggested we tried it with me on my back with legs up, getting rammed. There were different feelings. Good ones, but the others and me decided we preferred not seeing a man, so we stopped. We’re friends, so they’re pleased when I come, though it’s not the point for them. Likewise, when they come it doesn’t do anything physically for me, but I’m glad for them as a friend. I tend to come properly on the second one, though I can be sort of coming continuously as well.
Another thing. We finally dropped the condoms, which saves time and trouble. I’m only on offer when I feel clear. I didn’t think there was any risk to me, and was their choice to clean up afterwards. (At my insistence they wash before.) They like seeing the cum drip out, and actually I’ve learned to like it, or at least be amused by the feeling.
They all take their turn for sloppy seconds. If ever any of them do get access to a cunt, then it will be back to the condom for him. I hope that’s not discouraging them, Derek in particular.
Of course we’ve got the technique down pat, and my arse muscles are match fit! They stretch on demand, and close up afterwards. All the lads have to do is press the button and I let them in, then I keep a firm grip as they go as hard as they like. (Though actually, I quite like when one of them goes slow to keep it going longer. Good as well.) We actually got some anal lubricant delivered, and I know exactly how much to put in and on.
CHAPTER 6
A few months later, Matt showed me a picture of a pleasant-looking woman he said was his wife’s younger sister, named Angie, and said she wanted to discuss something, could I text her?
He gave me the number and I sent a neutral text.
Her reply was:
“Woman with strapon and available cunt wishes to meet man with functioning cock and available arse. Object mutual penetration. GSOH preferred
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