Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 22:12:20 -0000
From: SEBASTIAN WALLACE <seb_big_man@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOM STAYS OVER

My sister Adrianne went out with this guy called Tom when she was in her
late teens.  He was in the Upper Sixth of Devonshire school, a posh private
boys' school in the South of England.  My sister definitely saw him as a
bit of a catch.  Not only was head boy of the school and the captain of its
rugby team, he had a reputation for being hung like a donkey.  He knew he
looked hot and he tended to flaunt it.  My sister matched up quite well.
She'd inherited my mother's Norwegian good looks - she was tall, blond,
intelligent and had tits so round and perfect that even though I was her
younger brother I used to jerk off thinking about them.

Anyway, this is mainly about Tom.  I'm four years younger than my sister so
I guess I was 14 when this happened.  Tom was staying over at our house for
my sister's 18th birthday meal.  My sister couldn't do things in a
straightforward way and so one birthday party wasn't enough.  She wanted to
have a sophisticated night in with me, my brother Gareth, our parents and
Tom.  She and Tom would cook a meal for us and my parents would supply some
wine and stuff.  Then, on the following Saturday, she was going to have a
giant piss-up and had booked a hall in our local leisure centre for all of
her and Tom's friends.  My parents, Gareth and I were considered too square
for that so we were strictly forbidden to go anywhere near it.

So on the night of her birthday we all had this meal.  I can't remember
what was in it but, knowing Adrianne, it would have been something
pretentious and tasteless.  Tom was staying over with us because neither he
nor my parents wanted to stay sober to drive him home.  There was no way he
and Adrianne could sleep together in my parent's house - my mother would
not have such immorality under her roof (which was kind of weird since
everyone knew they were shagging like rabbits every chance they got) - so
Tom had to bunk up in my room.

I went to bed around midnight I guess.  The "adults" stayed up a while
longer.  I lay in bed but I was unable to get to sleep.  Eventually, at
around two o'clock, I heard voices on the landing outside my room and then
the door opened, flooding light into the room.  Tom came in quietly and
closed the door.  He switched on my desklamp and directed it towards the
wall, I suppose so that he didn't disturb me, and started to undress.

I wondered whether to let him know I was awake.  It felt kind of weird
watching him take his clothes off.  If he realised I was awake he'd think I
was perving on him and he'd tell people.  We went to different schools but
rugby teams travel around a lot and word would soon spread that I'd been
spying on him.  By the time I'd thought all this, though, he was taking his
shirt off and it seemed even more weird that I'd lay there for about a
minute before saying anything.  So I was a bit caught.  I had to just lie
there and watch him through half-open eyes.

He was a big guy - about six foot four and well built - and he found it
difficult to move around in my messy room while trying to be quiet.  The
camp bed he was going to sleep on didn't really help matters.  He kept
accidentally kicking it making it thump against the wall.  When he'd taken
off his shirt, he started loosening the belt on his dark blue trousers.
The buckle sounded heavy and made metallic clunks as he pulled the leather
belt through it.  Then he pulled down his flies.  He was standing side-on
to me and I saw him pull the zip down over the bulge of his crotch.  Then
he hitched down his trousers, revealing a pair of light grey boxer briefs
underneath.  They were quite tight, and as he bent over to get his trousers
off over his feet, I noticed that the material had stretched over the round
cheeks of his butt.  In the half-silhouette in which I was looking at him,
his backside looked really nice.  His back swept down and inwards to his
thin waist meeting his round buttocks which stuck out behind him looking
solid and firm.

I was feeling quite scared, spying on this guy four years older than me.  I
felt a bit dirty looking at his butt, even though I'd seen loads of my
mates' arses in the showers and dormitories at school.  I suppose it was
because he was older and someone who I wanted to be like when I was 18.
Not an idol exactly - I don't go in for such cliches - but definitely
someone who I thought was cool.

After he took his trousers off, he pulled his white tee-shirt over his
head.  As he stretched to do this I took a look at the front of his
underpants.  The material was looser at the front and had a button fly on
it.  While he had an obvious bulge - one which had clearly packed out the
front of his trousers - I couldn't really make out what was going on
inside.  The outline of his cock wasn't obvious.  I kept wondering why I
was looking.  I'd never made a habit of staring at other guys' crotches.  I
wasn't one of the cock-watchers who stood around longer than necessary in
the changing rooms at school.  I suppose I'd just found myself with an
opportunity and was exploiting it.

Turning his back to me, he bent over to take off his socks.  He bent right
over so his arse was within a foot or so of my face.  I really can't
describe how good his butt was.  The roundness of his cheeks really
appealed to me.  They weren't too big, but really nicely shaped.  I knew he
used a rowing machine to keep fit and that he and his mates did a lot of
cycling.  I wondered whether maybe I should get a rowing machine or a bike.

After he'd taken his socks off, he switched off the light and got into his
sleeping bag.  I heard him scratch and then he just lay there.  I started
drifting off to sleep.

After half an hour or so, I became aware that the light was on and Tom was
moving around.  When I opened my eyes I saw the light grey of his shorts
pass in front of my face.  Then he walked out of the room.  I wondered what
was going on.

I looked over to his bed and saw an open packet of condoms on top of it.
He must have headed off to hump Adrianne.  I thought about him and sister
fucking.  My cock started getting hard.  I wasn't sure if it was responding
to thoughts of my sister, with her melon-like tits bouncing around in her
black lace bra, or thoughts of Tom's arse flexing as he drove into her with
his light grey boxers around his thighs.  Either way, I knew I shouldn't be
thinking those thoughts and felt a bit guilty for getting a stiffy.

I rolled over in bed so I was on my back.  I pulled my own briefs down,
tucking the waistband under my balls.  I slowly jerked my cock using my
thumb and forefinger.  I was still half asleep but I told myself that my
fiddlings with my dick and my thoughts about Adrianne and Tom were totally
unconnected.  There was no need for me to feel guilty.

I thought about Tom's chest.  It was nicely developed.  His pecs were
well-built, solid looking.  He had a fine covering of light brown hair
right across them.  His stomach was thin and hard.  No hair there.  I
wrapped my hand right around my dick.  It felt quite big in my hand.  It
was getting larger as I gently eased the foreskin back and forth over my
bell end.  I thought about the front of Tom's shorts.  I wondered how big
his cock was.  He had four year's advantage on me - how much bigger than
mine would it be?  Would it look like a man's dick?  Or halfway between
what mine looked like and how my dad's looked?  I thought about it entering
Adrianne's pussy.  I wondered if she found it too big for her.  My hand
speeded up.  I felt my precum leaking onto my duvet.  As my hand swept up
and down on my dick, my thumb kept brushing against the dampness of it on
the duvet.  I thought about Tom's arse.  I thought about him bending over
to take his socks off.  What if I'd have leaned across and sniffed the
fabric between his cheeks?  Stuck my tongue into the cleft, dampening the
material and tasting his sweat and his anus?  My hand tightened around my
cock.  I opened my legs in the bed.  My other hand gripped my balls,
squeezing them.  I wondered if Adrianne held onto the cheeks of Tom's arse
while he drove into her.  Kneading them with her palms, pushing her long
fingernails into his bum cleft.  Scratching the soft pink skin around his
hole.

The door opened and Tom almost fell into the room.  My hand stopped and,
instinctively, I looked at him.  No pretending to be asleep now.  He closed
the door, trying to be quiet, and then looked over at me giving me a broad
grin.  He looked devilish.  I moved my hand away from my dick, hoping Tom
hadn't noticed the bulge it had formed in the middle of my duvet.  He
walked over to the camp bed.  My eyes followed him and I noticed that the
front of his shorts were tenting up.  He had a hard on.  He sat down on the
low bed, holding his knees in front of him to hide his cock.  I sat up in
bed, keeping my duvet firmly over my body to hide my stiff cock which was
still poking out from my underpants.

He said, grinning, "Your old man nearly caught us."

I said, "Hence your stiffy."

He smiled broadly.  He seemed pleased I'd noticed his erection.  "Bit too
big to hide, I'm afraid."

He was slightly out of breath.  I don't know how far into their session the
two of them had been.  I imagine they'd been messing around a bit in her
bedroom, and had heard my dad wandering around on the landing, but I never
found out.

He said, "So what's the excuse for your stiffy?"

I was a bit taken aback.  I said, "Uh?"

He said, "You were taking a wank when I walked in."  He seemed delighted to
be saying this.  I must say I'd never heard off people "taking a wank".
"Having a wank", yeah, but never taking one.  I guess it must be an
expression among the lads at Devonshire School.

He went on, still grinning, "Hey don't get me wrong.  It's your room, you
can do what you want in it.  It's no fucking big deal, Seb."

I said, "I woke up with a hard on.  I thought you were still downstairs."
I instantly regretted saying that.  It sounded too defensive, maybe a bit
prim as well.  He'd been kidding about with me and I'd proved myself to be
totally uncool.

He kept looking at me, still with a mischievous smile on his face.  I
wondered if he knew the whole story.  That I'd spied on him getting
undressed and then masturbated thinking about it.  I felt quite
embarrassed.  I wanted to say something that made me sound cool but I
couldn't think of anything.  I considered telling him I'd been thinking
about some random girl's tits but it sounded lame so I rejected the idea.

He lay back on top of his sleeping bag.  He stretched out.  His body really
was fantastic.  Not like a muscle freak, but just nicely built in the right
areas.  I felt like a little boy in comparison.  He put his hands behind
his head.  I could see the thick hair in his arm pits.  It was slightly
darker than the hair on his chest.  The folds of his boxer shorts hid most
of his crotch area, but in amongst the creases there was a definite ridge
heading out from the middle towards his left hip.  I wondered if it was
just the way the material was folded or if it was the shape of his cock.

Staring at the ceiling, he said, "I don't know whether to go for another
dip."  At first I wondered which swimming pool he was referring to, then I
realised he wanted another attempt at shagging my sister.  Still looking
upwards, he said, "Your dad was drinking a lot of coffee tonight.  I reckon
he's going to stay on patrol."  Turning to me, he grinned wickedly and
said, "Reckon he's heard about us Dev boys, eh?"

He took one hand out from under his head and rested it on his stomach.  He
looked back up the ceiling and said, "Maybe I should follow your example,
Sebbie."  Before I considered what he might mean by this I had to overcome
my irritation at being called Sebbie.  My mother had accidentally called me
it earlier in the evening as a leftover from when I was young.  Tom had
noticed and was taking the piss.  I was a bit fucked off.

His hand moved down to his shorts.  He rubbed his finger along the ridge.
Being solid, it was obviously his hard cock.  He said, "Yeah, a bit of
self-abuse would probably be safest.  When in Rome, huh?"  Then he turned
to me again and said, more seriously, "Would you mind?"

I wondered if this were a trick.  Whether he might call me queer if I said
he could masturbate in my room.  I considered telling him he couldn't but
then I thought I'd look like a dipstick.  So I said, trying to sound
nonchalant, "Whatever."  He grinned again.  He had really nice teeth.

Abruptly, still lying down, he hoisted his boxer shorts down over his
thighs and then bent his knees upwards to get them over his feet.  Then he
stopped and stared at me, his legs in the air and his boxer shorts around
his ankles.  I could see the bottom of his arse crack and his balls between
his thighs.  He said, "Does your Dad come into your room at night?"

I said, "What for?"

He said, snappily, "I don't fucking know.  I mean, am I going to be caught
taking a wazz?"  Another Dev boys' expression.

I said, "No."

He pulled off his shorts and threw them on the floor.  Then he stretched
out again on top of his sleeping bag and his hand got to work on his dick.
It was a bit soft and seemed to behave like a rubber tube in his hand, but
it was obviously very large.  He looked back up at the ceiling and I think
he closed his eyes.  He squeezed his cock and played with it, moving it
round and round with his fingers.  It gradually stiffened and he said,
"Shit I really could have done with a fuck tonight."

I said, "We need a tranquilliser gun to use on my Dad".  Jeez, I can say
such dorkish things at times.

Satisfied that it was getting hard, he stood it upright.  It was a real
monster cock.  Thick and long.  Maybe 9 or 10 inches.  He moved his hand up
to his mouth and spat on his palm.  Then he returned it to his cock and
started easing his foreskin down over his bell end.  He had to spit a few
times.  I guess his bell end was so big his foreskin was too tight to
smoothly fit over it.  He really had to lube his cock to get it over the
head.

He looked up and over at me and said, "You got any baby oil or stuff?"

Seeing me sitting in my bed, with my duvet still wrapped around me, I guess
he reconsidered what he was doing.  He said, "I can't believe I'm taking a
wank with you.  No-one gets to hear about this, right?"

I said, "Shit, I won't tell no-one.  It's not like the first time I've seen
a guy wanking."  Again I regretted saying that as soon as I'd said it.  I'd
seen other boys masturbating at school - being an all-boys school it was
literally a daily occurrence - but I wondered whether he would regard that
as normal.  Maybe in his school seeing a friend have a wank would be
considered "gay".

Discretely adjusting my briefs, I got up and went to my cupboard to look
for something he could use as lube.  I said, "I don't have baby oil, but I
have some hair gel."

He said, impatiently, "Yeah yeah" and I passed it over.

Rubbing some of it around the head of his big cock, he said, "Yeah this is
no big deal."

Standing by the side of the camp bed I said, "Actually, it looks like a
very big deal to me."

He laughed out loud and said, "Biggest in the school.  Or at least on the
rugby team."  Then, as if to reassure himself, "I haven't seen anyone
else's."

He started jerking the head, sweeping the foreskin up and down over his
angry- looking red bell.  It was wet from the hair gel and a white froth
had formed around the ring of skin as it moved across the head of his cock.
Up until then I wasn't really hard.  A bit more swollen than normal, maybe,
but certainly pointing downwards in my briefs.  But I think it was the
smell from his dick as he started masturbating it that started getting me
aroused.  I was standing over him, watching this big guy pulling himself
off, smelling the sharp odour of his cock and precum over the perfume or
the hair gel.  And I was getting a hard on.

I walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge of it.  I felt a bit weird
staring at him jerking off.  I was really interested to watch him - but I
didn't want him to think I was odd.  I thought I maybe ought to get back
into bed and turn away from him as I would a roommate a school, allowing
him to enjoy his solitary pleasure in relative privacy.  But I wanted to
continue looking so I considered pulling my own underpants off and
masturbating on my bed.

I wondered how he would react to that.  At my school, wanking at the same
time as your roommate was not really the done thing.  I don't know why, but
there's an etiquette surrounding masturbation in most boys' schools, and at
mine two guys didn't do it together unless they were queer.  My other worry
was that he'd think my cock was small.  His ten-incher would make my
six-incher look a bit puny.

I took off my tee-shirt and pulled off my dark blue briefs.  He didn't even
look over.  I got on the bed and pulled the duvet over me.  I took another
look at him.  His right hand was working more quickly on his cock by now,
sweeping his foreskin up and down.  His other hand was still behind his
head and his eyes were closed.  He looked really relaxed, jerking himself
off, apparently oblivious to what I was doing.

I wanked myself a little, taking regular glances at Tom on the camp bed.
He was out of it, though.  I was no longer in his thoughts.  He was
thinking of Adrianne, I guess, or of some other girl he secretly fancied.
His fingers fully surrounded his thick cock, pulling his foreskin upwards
and downwards to a quickening rhythm.  The guy had a big cock and he knew
how to enjoy it.

I started pulling myself off.  It felt weird lying in my bedroom wanking
together with Adrianne's boyfriend.  I tried to act like him - my face
directed upwards and my eyes closed.  Like this was a perfectly natural
thing to be doing.  But I was a bit freaked out by it.  I couldn't get
fully hard and couldn't immerse myself in my self-ministrations like Tom
seemed to.

Suddenly, he said, "Hey Seb.  You wanna see something cool?"

I looked over at him.  He was still lying stretched out on the camp bed,
his long dick in his hand, but he was looking over at me.

I said, "Yeah.  What?"

He said, "You ever see a guy suck himself off?"  Again, he grinned at me.
His teeth were so perfect.

I said, "No."

He stood up.  His dick stuck out in front of him, arching upwards towards
the ceiling.  It looked impossibly big when he was standing up.  Kind of
unnatural.  He said, "I need to do this on your bed.  No guarantees though.
Sometimes I can manage it, sometimes I can't."

I didn't really know what he was talking about.  I didn't associate what he
was saying with the few seconds of oral sex that I'd experienced with one
of my more adventurous girlfriends earlier that year.  I thought this must
be one of his strange expressions.

He came over to my bed and said, "Move over then."  I swivelled around so
that I was sitting on the bed with my feet hanging over the side.  I kept
my duvet over me again.  For some reason I didn't want him to see my dick.

He climbed onto my bed, kneeling on it and facing the wall.  His dick still
pointed outwards, the large bell end looking purple and sore.  He
repositioned himself and ended up with his bum on my duvet and his legs
against my wall.  I couldn't understand what he was doing.  He moved his
body so that he was lying flat on his back on the bed and pushed his legs
further up the wall.  He grunted, "Actually, I don't know if I can do this
on a single bed."

Eventually his bottom was pressing against the wall and his legs were
reaching upwards so high that they nearly touched the ceiling.  His face
looked red as the blood rushed into it from his lower body.  I noticed that
his cock was growing softer, hanging downwards against his stomach, but
still looking as large as it had looked when he was fully erect.

He did a sort of backwards roll.  His feet came over his body and his knees
ended up resting on the edge of the mattress.  His butt pointed upwards.
He opened his legs and adjusted himself so that his dick pointed down
towards his face.  His knees moved outwards as his legs opened more.  To
give him more room I got off the bed.  As he was lying on the duvet, I had
nothing to cover myself with so I just stood there with my palms on my
thighs trying to casually hide my limpening cock.

His arms held onto his thighs, hooked over them to pull his crotch towards
his face.  Watching this I realised he really was going to try to suck his
own dick.  His dick hung downwards but didn't get anywhere near his face.
He said, still looking red because of the contorted position he'd got
himself into, "Be patient... I can do this."

Then I noticed what his arse looked like.  Standing above him bent double
like this I could see that his bum cheeks were splayed open.  I looked at
his lightly haired and slightly sweaty cleft and his pink wrinkled butt
hole at the lower end of it.  At first I felt embarrassed to look at it.
This was a part of Tom that no-one had probably seen - not even my sister.
I was looking at the guy's most intimate spot.  His little pink shitter.
His sweaty ringpiece.

As he struggled to bring his dick closer to his face, he opened his legs
further.  The pink ring of skin around his hole opened slightly as he moved
around.  For a brief moment, he moved his hand up to it and casually
scratched it.  I don't think he was even aware that he did that.  I noticed
that the hairs in his crack were denser and more tightly curled hairy
around his hole.  His hairy ball sac dangled down under his arse, his
weighty balls swinging around as he moved his body to get to his dick.  I
realised that my dick had grown fully hard and was, like Tom's before it,
arching upwards.  I glanced down and thought it a bit small after seeing so
much of Tom's massive cock.  My foreskin was pulled right back, like it
always is when I'm aroused, and my bell was moist and red.

Tom's arms repositioned themselves around his thighs to try to pull his
crotch further towards his face.  I didn't really notice what was happening
with his dick, though - I was fascinated by his arse.  Every time Tom tried
to push his dick towards his mouth by flexing his muscles, his butthole
squeezed closed.  Obviously he wasn't aware of this, and that made it all
the more interesting for me, but his anus acted like it had a life of its
own.  It went from being tightly closed to opening a little when he
relaxed.

He said, "I'm well within an inch.  Help me out.  I can do this."  I moved
around so I could better see what was going on with his dick.  It hung
downwards and its tip was about two inches from his mouth.  His tongue
reached out from his mouth and tried to lick his bell end but was too
short.  He gasped, "Come on, Seb.  Help me out."

I said, "How?"

He said, "Jerk me off.  If I'm hard I can do this."

I said, "I'm not jerking you off."  There was no way I was touching another
guy's dick.  Not like this anyway.

He said, "For fuck's sake.  Push on my arse then.  I'll toss myself."

That seemed okay so, as he unhooked his right arm from around his thigh, I
put my hands on the top of his thighs, pressing them gently downwards.  His
hand returned to his cock and he started masturbating it.  He couldn't do a
lot with it, actually, because of the awkward position he was in, so he
squeezed it and played with his bell end between his finger and thumb to
help stiffen it up.  It slowly got thicker and the knob of it pushed its
way downwards towards his waiting eager mouth.  Within about the thirty
seconds he managed to sweep his tongue across his own exposed bell, and he
groaned his appreciation.

I said, "That's pretty impressive."  I couldn't think of much else to say
given the circumstances.

He pulled his tongue off his dick and said, breathlessly, "I can get my
knob end into my mouth.  Push my arse down.  Both hands."  I kept my palms
on the tops his thighs, pushing gently.  He said, "No further up.  Right on
my arse.  And push hard."

He seemed totally unfazed by the idea of me, another guy, having my hands
on his arse.  I was a bit hesitant, though.  I'd admired his round cheeks
and fantasised about his anus, but actually touching another guy around
this area, with all its homosexual inferences, was a bit scary to me.

He licked the end of his cock again, making swirling movements with his
tongue around his piss slit and grunted at me impatiently.  He wanted me to
move in on his butt.

I positioned my hands so that my thumbs pointed in towards his hole and my
fingers pointed up towards his back.  His buttocks felt warm and slightly
hairy.  They didn't look at all hairy but there was definitely a soft fuzz
on his skin.  They were firm and I could feel their muscles tensing as he
struggled to taste his own dick.  I pushed them downwards, being careful
not to hurt him.  He grunted impatiently again and I assumed this indicated
that I had not pushed hard enough.

I shifted the positions of my hands, moving inwards.  My thumbs sneaked
into his cleft which felt hotter and wetter than the cheeks of his arse.  I
pushed downwards again and he made another grunting noise.  Looking round
to his flushed face, I saw that he his lips covered most of his bell end.
He had puckered them out to get as much of his cock inside his mouth as he
could.  He moved his mouth up and down over the few centimetres of his dick
that he could get in it.  The end was wet from his saliva.  His right hand,
which had been squeezing the shaft of his cock, moved away from it and
hooked around his thigh again.

I took my hands away from his arse and watched Tom enjoy eating his own
dick.  He could only get about an inch of it into his mouth, but he clearly
loved the feelings that it was giving him.  His mouth slid up and down over
its swollen end and his tongue kept licking as far up the shaft as it
could, tasting the furrows of his foreskin which were rolled back behind
the base of the bell.

He became aware of me looking on, probably with a dumbass expression on my
face, and he smiled as he sucked his own dick.  I think he actually had to
suppress a laugh.  His face was a dark red as he moved it in and out from
his large cock.  Moving back around so I could see his arse, I noticed that
his hole was now more exposed than before, and was opening and closing as
he tensed and relaxed to maintain his rhythm.  I really wanted to lick
around his hole, to taste the smell of it.  I noticed his large balls were
hanging low, almost banging against the bridge of his nose as his head
bobbed up and down on his dick.  He was getting a really good look at his
own balls - they were little more than a couple of inches away from his
eyes.

At one point he stopped sucking and pulled his mouth away from his dick.
He lay there panting in this weird position, his anus staring up at me like
a third eye.  I moved around so that I could see his face and dick
properly.  He glanced over at me and smiled again.  The redness of his face
made his teeth look even whiter.  He said, still breathing heavily, "The
problem with sucking your own dick is that it's a bit too much like hard
work."

"And it must taste disgusting," I added.  I figured this to be a
straight-guy kind of thing to say.

Slowly jerking his cock, obviously trying to keep it hard during his rest,
he said, "No, actually.  It's just tastes kind of salty.  Certainly not as
bad as licking out a girl."

He looked at it carefully.  He seemed to be studying a clear drip of precum
which was hanging from his piss slit.  He rubbed his bell end between his
thumb and forefinger as if milking it out.  Then he licked it off.

He turned back to me and, grinning broadly, said, "Do you want a taste?  Or
have you already tasted one?"

I didn't know what to say to that so I just let it go.  He returned to his
cock, licking the swollen head at first and then getting his mouth around
as much of the shaft as he could, bobbing his neck up and down.  He seemed
by now to be able to get two or three inches of it in his mouth.  The hair
on his heavy ball sac started tickling his nose.

I moved my head back around behind him so I could watch him sucking his
cock through his legs and get another look at his arse.  I got as close as
I could to him without looking queer.  His butt hole was open even more
widely than before - his cheeks had parted so much that his buttcleft was
barely visible - it was just a slight hairy groove between his broad round
cheeks.  I could see the dark inside of his arse behind the delicate
looking pink ring of skin around his hole.  It looked so hot that I felt my
own cock rising upwards again, demanding the attention of my hand.

I looked at his large balls, swinging around.  The hairs were starting to
irritate him by now, tickling his nose and getting in his eyes.  They swung
low in their wrinkled bag.  Behind them, I could see part of his thick wet
cock and his hungry mouth sliding up and down on it.

He let out a loud fart.  He immediately laughed despite having his own cock
in his mouth.  With apparent difficulty, he bent his neck back enough to
get his cock out from his mouth and said, laughing openly now, "Oh fucking
gross.  Sorry Seb.  I really didn't know I was going to do that."

I pretended to find it funny but was actually a bit disgusted.  I'd been
right near his butt when he farted.  My cock started softening.

He said, "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."  He then took his hand
off his dick and moved it around to his butt.  His middle finger found his
hole and started pushing itself in.  "Christ it's as wide as a fucking
whore's cunt," he said as he got the end of his finger inside.

He pulled his finger out again suddenly, his butt making a quiet popping
sound, and licked the end of it.  He didn't seem to care that it had just
been inside his arse - he just licked the end of it.  Then his hand
returned to his backside and he stuck about half of his finger up his
arsehole.

I was kind of amazed by all this.  I'd never seen a guy finger his own butt
before - never even thought about doing it to myself.  And yet here was
this straight guy casually doing just than on my bed.

He said, casually, "Won't go off again."  He returned again to licking and
sucking his dick.  I looked on, realising how bizarre this whole situation
was.  I supposed that Tom must have done this kind of thing regularly with
his mates - like on rugby team piss-ups and sixth form parties.  Maybe he
just saw it as a cool thing to do in front of other guys.  Showing off his
unique talents.  Or maybe he was proud of his body and liked having other
people checking him out.

He started sucking on his dick again, his lurching up and down to eat as
much of it as he could.  I noticed his finger moving around in his butt.
In retrospect, I reckon he'd used the fart as an opportunity to finger
himself.  It must have been something he liked to do to himself and he
wanted to do it despite me seeing him.

We stayed like that for about two minutes.  Him sucking away eagerly at his
cock, getting about four inches of it into his mouth by the end.  His balls
thumping around, almost hitting the bridge of his nose.  His eyes closed to
stop the hairs on ball sac getting into them.  His finger wiggling around
in his butt, sliding in a bit then out a bit, eventually getting about
three quarters of it stuck in.  Me standing behind him watching him.
Looking at his butt.  Enjoying seeing him penetrating himself.
Masturbating my own hard cock as I watched him enjoying the separate
rhythms of his mouth and finger.

Then he stopped and looked up at me.  Stared at me through his own legs
from beneath his large ball sac.  I stopped wanking.  He pulled his finger
out from his butt - now it made a louder squelching sound - and used his
hand to guide his dick out from his mouth.  He seemed to find this
difficult: I guess once you've got your own dick in your mouth, it must be
hard to disentangle yourself.  He said, in a half-whisper, "Help me out
Seb.  Hold my balls."

Then he started sucking on his cock again.  His hand stayed around his
cock, masturbating the lower half of the stem that his mouth couldn't
reach.  I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand.  Held them away from
his eyes and his nose.  Stopped them annoying him.  They felt warm and
heavy.  They rolled around in their thick wrinkled sac as he recovered his
rhythm.  The hair on them felt long and soft.  I gently stroked them,
gently squeezed them.  My other hand returned to my dick and started
pulling it again.  I knew that I was getting close to cumming.

I looked at his open arse, now looking redder from the intrusions of his
finger.  I could smell a sharp sweaty smell coming from him.  A definite
anal smell.  Not unpleasant - just a smell I recognised as similar to that
of my own butt.  I didn't question why at the time, but I wanted so much to
lick around his wide gaping arsehole.  It was wide open for me to get my
tongue stuck in but I just didn't dare.  Instead, as I held his balls in my
fingers, I rubbed the ridge between his balls and his butt hole with my
thumb.  It felt hot and very wet from his sweat.  He groaned his
appreciation.  His mouth was working quickly on his cock: as quickly as my
hand on my own.

I pulled his balls upwards in my fingers as my thumb headed towards his
open hole.  He didn't stop me.  He still had an arm hooked around the tops
of his thighs, holding them down, and he could have grabbed my hand with
his if he'd wanted to stop me.  But he just lay there using his mouth on
himself as I rubbed my thumb around his ring.  I drew circles around it.
The circles got smaller and smaller as I worked my way towards the hole.
Then I reached it and pushed the end of my thumb, just the top half inch or
so, into his hole.  It offered little resistance.  He was so sweaty it just
slid in.  It felt red hot inside his butt.

Then I felt the ring of his arse gripping the top of my thumb in spasms -
squeezing it, pumping it.  I thought he was doing that on purpose - another
rugby team trick maybe - but when I looked down at his face I saw from his
eyes that he was cumming.  Still masturbating my own hard cock, I moved my
head around so I could see his.  I could see his mouth, still moving up and
down on his dick but now more slowly.  He had strings of semen around his
mouth.  But he was still sucking, milking it with his lips, and it was
obvious that he'd swallowed most of his cum.

After he'd finished lapping up the last drops of his semen, he lay there
with his eyes closed for about five seconds.  Then, abruptly, he did a
forward roll and manoeuvred himself back into a sensible position.  He sat
on my bed with his legs open, knees up in front of him, getting his breath
back.  His face slowly returned to its usual colour.  I saw his large balls
hanging down between the tops of his thighs.  His cock was softening and
the foreskin was slowly rolling back to cover the moist purple bell.  It
still looked really thick though, and was far from limp.  It rested heavily
on the top of his left thigh, lying in the groove where his leg joined his
body.

He said, "Actually that was quite good."  Then he looked at me wickedly and
grinned.

I still had my hand around my dick as I stood in front of him, staring.  He
looked at me and I felt a bit silly standing in front of another guy like
that, so I tried to stand more casually with both of my hands in front of
my crotch.  I was still hard - still wanting to wank - but I felt that the
moment had passed and I wanted this to end.

He stood up and walked over to the camp bed.  He said, "Well, I think we
better get some kip, Seb."  He bent over to sort out his sleeping bag and I
momentarily saw his anus for the last time.  He got into his sleeping bag
and, after switching off the light, I got into my bed.

Oddly, I thought it would be rude to finish masturbating while he was in
the room.  It seemed like when he'd cum a line had been drawn under the
whole event.  That had been the conclusion.  We were now back to as we had
been: Adrianne's boyfriend bunking up for one night with me, the dweeby kid
brother.  So I lay there thinking about what we'd done and wondering why
I'd enjoyed seeing and playing with this older guy's arse so much.

When I woke up the next day, Tom was still asleep.  When I came out from
the bathroom, he had borrowed my robe and was having breakfast with
Adrianne.  I dressed and went down to join them and they both greeted me.
He smiled and pissed about with me, as usual, and basically acted like
nothing had happened.  Actually, I think that to him nothing of any
significance had taken place.  He'd just done something that straight guys
do together when they're pissed and horny.

I don't think he ever gave it second thought.

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