Lee's return to anal
A memorable summer hook-up.
Written by CountDickula
“Oh wow, you are beautiful” Lee said to the man approaching him along the shoreline. The man swaggered his beefy, muscular build on the shifting, wet sand beneath his feet. Lee had already assessed this prize piece of game. Scanning downwards: A thick head of dark hair cut in a basic short style with a low widow’s peak; Vivid blue eyes with long eyelashes; A kind expression framed by a full square beard; A dark pelt of belly and chest hair; A dense full pubic bush framing a fat headed cock that was already at half mast; Two very furry balls and a set of heavy quads that flexed in turn as they negotiated the unsteady terrain. Woof! This man was ticking all Lee’s boxes.
Lee was feeling frisky. A cumulative, feral lust was building in the thirty degree heat as he prowled up and down the gay beach, surveying hordes of hot naked men. Heavy handed Spanish pours of gin and tonic from the beach bar had loosened his head and groin. A warm summer breeze lapped at his low hanging balls and frequent dips into the bath-warm sea refreshed him and made his cock swell as it re-emerged into the sunlight.
Lee twinkled his brown eyes and flashed a smile. The man clocked Lee’s swinging tackle, looked back up and twinkled back, grinning broadly. Lee was one of those tall, pale and thin but surprisingly hung ectomorphs. Relishing the mischief, Lee said it again, “So beautiful!”. As he drew near enough, he put his hand on the man’s broad shoulder and the man put his around Lee’s waist, with a little rough abrasion of a sandy arm on his smooth skin. Then Lee moved his hand across both the guy’s shoulders and they pulled each other in closer till their naked cocks were now touching, like two dogs sniffing each other out at their own height, below their owners. Lee’s other hand rustled through the man’s deep pile of chest hair. It felt so good. They could have gone into a tango routine on Strictly from this position.
“Hey, how are you?” Their mouths moved closer
“Great thanks” came an equally breathy reply
They drew closer still, then kissed open mouthed, intensely, tongues lurching forward in a grappling wrestling manoeuvre. The potent sensation of another man’s mouth, the taste of him and the scent of his breath through his nostrils was immediately thrilling. A fuse was lit on Lee’s Vagus nerve, it rapidly sizzled down through his guts to ignite a blaze at the base of his cock making it rise and thicken.
“I’m Lee”
“Emre”
“Good to meet you”
“Shall we go in the water?”
Lee was loving the transgression of the nought-to-sixty speed of feral gay mating. They waded into the water, their cocks bobbing on the crest of each wave as it splashed against them. Lee noticed Emre’s thick powerful thighs pound through the heavy water like a hirsute Neptune. He also noticed that though each wave floated his impressive penis upward, it didn’t go down again. In fact, he was fully erect now. This was the best compliment a man could give. Emre’s penis wasn’t so long but it had the most enormous helmet on its end. Lee tingled with a shot of adrenaline, imagining the feeling of traction that would give as Emre pulled out of a man’s sphincter.
But Lee hadn't bottomed in ages. Years. He’d been vers through his twenties but being XXL himself, he was much more in demand as a top and had just got out of the habit. Furthermore, Lee was old enemies with Hermione Hemorroid and was in no rush to awaken her slumber again. Once you lose your nerve with bottoming, it can be hard to open up your hole on demand and patience isn’t common in hookups. Fast and furious is more usual. So the answer when often pressed was usually “no”.
They waded until the water was deep enough to sit in. They embraced, snogged, masturbated each other, chatted, took turns at holding each other in the water, legs wrapped around the other's waist. Lee was a first timer to Sitges Bear Week and this was the first bear he had kissed. He was fascinated with Emre’s heavy body, his pillow-like pecs and his powerful biceps, all coated in wiry body hair. A definition of masculinity, in Lee’s mind.
“I want your cock inside me” Emre grinned and blinked seductively, his long eyelashes glinting with droplets of the ocean. ‘Oh… ok’, thought Lee. He had assumed this guy was strictly top like him. Lee concealed any surprise, kissed him gently and simply said “Sure”.
They agreed to meet outside El Horno bar later that night. The plan was to hang with their friends but after just one drink in the sultry evening heat, as sweat trickled down their backs and necks staining the little clothing they were wearing, it quickly became clear that the need to make moist man love was pressing on their minds and pressing in their pants. As they chatted in the alley, choc-full of horny men, vests were removed, pits ere sniffed, hands roamed, nipples and groins were reunited and their bodies ached for naked union.
And so, they ran up the three flights to Emre’s loft, stripped in seconds and started to feed their hungry mouths or noses on any part of each other was wet, furry, sticky or fragrant. Armpits, arseholes, hardons, balls, nothing was left unexplored. After the cleansing by the salty sea hours before, they had both now built up a coating of musky scent that they were marking each other with and getting high on, which they expressed in moans.
Cocks were smelt and savoured, legs were flipped up and anuses noisily slurped on. As a top, Lee’s butt was often ignored but Emre’s firm wide tongue was pushing into his tender softness like he was digging for buried treasure. Lee closed his eyes, flopped his head back on the bed and let him in “Oh fuck!” He loved this exhilaration feeling. Then Emre paused his licking, shifted position, then Lee felt the pressure of a hard cock against his hole. “I’ve converted a few tops in my time” he followed this with a throaty chuckle.
“But I was going to fuck you?” Lee queried, a little startled.
“You can do that too” Emre followed this with a raised eyebrow and smirk that said ‘Are you game?’.
Lee looked up at this hunk, one hand gripping his hard cock to aim it inside Lee’s now sloppy wet hole and was both a little alarmed but also deeply aroused at his power. ‘This man could kill me with one hand’ thought Lee. Was that being overly dramatic? ‘I’m in a stranger's flat, no one knows I’m here and yet…’ And yet this sense of danger was mixed with a strong desire to be pinned down and penetrated. Could he really take it? That huge head was a challenge in itself. Lee wasn't sure this was a good idea but felt an instinctive, animal compulsion. His body was rushing with pleasure and anticipation.
“Ok, but slowly” Lee whispered. He knew relaxation was the key. He spat on his fingers and smeared it in circles over his hole. Fuck, this could put him in A&E for the night. He’d thought about returning to bottoming a couple of times over the years but never got around to buying the dilators and practising. This wasn’t the great Lee’s Return To Anal launch he had planned.
Emre spat down onto Lee’s spread rosebud and a long drip of saliva continued to trickle down, hanging off his bottom lip as he stared down at the glistening cunt, quivering like a small frightened animal expecting to be consumed alive. He looked into Lee’s eyes intensely, pushing his lips forward in a beastly snarl and growled “Fuck yes!!”. That was all it took, Lee wanted this brute to enter him so badly now. Lee closed his eyes and Emre pressed forward.
Lee knew that a critical negotiation between control and surrender, protection and vulnerability was coming. A point where he needed to instruct his anal muscles to kindly release their grip on the old reality and allow this large tool inside him, or else risk injury. He breathed and breathed more, he tried to go limp between his legs. He shimmied his hips about a little and then, miraculously, his sphincter slowly complied and a profoundly intense sensation began. He breathed harder. He pushed out his guts a little to envelop the meaty pole and Emre’s cock head started to slowly enter his chute. Tingles rushed up his spine and out to his fingertips.
“Flex for me!” Lee said urgently. Emre understood and lifted up his thick arms to fan out his lats and swole up his guns high above Lee. He looked bigger than ever and Lee felt a rush of lust making him want this pounding even more. Another inch slid in, or was it three? The feeling was glorious. “More” he panted. Emre gave him more. And soon this gorilla of a man soon had his full bush pushed up against lee’s taint. Lee put his hand down to caress it then reached both to pull Emre’s hips deeper into him. Emre followed the urge using the strength in his tree trunk thighs. “Oh fuck, oh FUCK!” Lee’s eyes rolled back, he felt a current surge from Emre’s cock through his body. “I’d forgotten… how good… this feels… thank you” Lee gasped between words, delirious with joy.
Emre pulled back for a moment and then plunged himself deep in Lee again. “Oh fuck. Get in me! Yes!!!” Emre began to slowly piston his penis back and forth into Lee’s pulsating, pink, pig pocket. Back and forth, slow and steady. “Fuck, I love it… so much. Mmmnnnnnyah!” Lee was losing his ability to make words now. Emre leant forward onto his hairy forearms and spat in Lee’s open mouth, kissed him aggressively, his thick lips slobbery, his coarse beard bristles reminding Lee of his ultimate maleness, then lifted his body back upright and increased his tempo, sweat dripping from his chest fur onto Lee.
Some time later, Lee walked back through the quiet residential streets of Sitges to his apartment with a very pleasant ache in his hole, the night was still balmy and he was wearing only trainers and some extra thin shorts that he liked free-balling in. He throbbed with feelings of achievement and satisfaction. He’d forgotten about the chemical effect on the body of being fucked. The endorphins, dopamines or whatever the specifics were that gave you this blissed out feeling of everything being right in the world. He was renewed. He was destroyed. He was vers. He was deeply happy.
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This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Discovering". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
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