Anticipation of Penetration

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I was nervous. I admit it.

But there's no courage without fear, is there? I had reason to fear. I was waiting for a near-total stranger to come over and fuck my ass.

I'd only had my ass fucked once before, except for that one time long ago, and I had a lot to lose if I was found out, but here I was anyway, waiting in a hotel room for a guy I had just contacted an hour or so ago to come over and, well, fuck me.

I had bottomed one time before. I was nervous then, too.

He was an Asian guy about 30 with a tight body and a slim cut cock a little over six inches long. He took my anal virginity in a bathhouse about 15 years ago.

We had met in the maze of the baths 20 miles from my home, where he had taken my 6 inch, achingly hard cock in his velvety mouth, his lips tight around the base, breathing loudly through his nose, his tongue caressing the underside of my shaft until I couldn't take it any more. I pulled him up from his haunches seconds before I would've shot my load onto his warm tongue.

His mouth met mine, we pressed our lips together hard and our tongues wrestled wetly in each other's mouths. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself in and our making out took on more bruising passion. I felt him transfer his weight to my neck and bring his legs up to my hips, which put his asshole right above my steel hard cock, my hands cupping his small, tight buns as I easily held him up in the standing fuck position.

I usually didn't fuck in this sort of situation, I told myself, but he caught me unaware when he lowered his asshole to my flaring cockhead until it popped past the tight ring of his anus. He must have lubed himself earlier, I though. I held him up while he took a few strokes there, standing up, his legs crossed behind my thrusting ass. He relaxed on to my shaft all the way and I felt his ring spasm a little right near the very base of my throbbing cock, and my pubic hair crushed against the bottom of his small, tight buns, my balls against his taint. "Oooh," he moaned when he bottomed out. It was warm inside the baths that day, so a few minutes ago my large, hairy balls were swinging at the bottom of my loose scrotum, but now they were drawn up tight and buzzed with the need to pumped dry inside my partner's slick, gripping asshole.

I looked down between our bodies for the union of my cock and his ass, to watch my cock disappear into his asshole, then withdraw, pulling his asshole back toward me, concave on the in stroke, convex on the out stroke. The wrinkles of his asshole rode in and out, on a sheen of lubricant and my pre-cum.

Watching my cock disappear into man or woman gets me going really fast, and seeing my thick veiny shaft pistoning in and out of my lover's anal ring, with a wet marker left to indicate how deep each thrust went, was no exception. I shivered from head to toe and clamped down to keep my cum from erupting into the velvet, clasping sleeve of his rectum. I had my hands on his tight buttocks and held him up to stop his next downstroke. My cock was vibrating with pent up orgasm, but I clamped down and wished it away for the moment. I tilted my hips back and withdrew my twitching, rock hard cock from his tight, hot anus, fighting my body's reluctance to stop now.

He put his feet back on the floor, and we made out for a minute, post-interrupted coitus, our tongues standing in for our cocks.

I nearly swooned,but broke off the kiss, looking down to steady myself, seeing his trim, flat abdomen, narrow hips and throbbing cock, about 6 inches and slim, cut, perfectly straight, with a pointed head that tapered to a ridge that was just larger than his slim, smooth shaft. Some prominent veins meandered along the sides of it. His smallish balls were drawn up tight in his wrinkled scrotum. His coarse, sparse black pubic hair wasn't curly, it was straight and kinked at the same time. His cock was drooling a string of precum.

I took my towel from the hook and folded it for a cushion between my knees and the polished concrete floor, then knelt, placing his beautiful cock right in front of my face, opened my mouth and took it in, directly, to the base.

I'm an over-eager cocksucker. I want more cock in my mouth than my throat can handle. I gag easily, unless the angle of the dangle is just right. That's happened once. This was not that time.

I gagged and coughed around the flared head of his cock as it touched near the back of my throat, but I held him there deep, with my hands pulling him in by the buttocks, and gagged and coughed again around his silky shaft, which I held against my palate with the strength of my tongue. I knew everyone could hear us now, or me, choking on too much cock in my mouth. He pulled back, and he slowly withdrew, then thrust in again, not quite as deep. His hands were on the back of my head, holding it at his ideal depth and angle, and he pulled back out. I salivated heavily, and I tightened my lips around his retreating shaft until the ridge of his swollen cockhead backed up to the inside of my lips then popped out. A rope of thick saliva stretched from the point of his cock to my tongue, then snapped, and fell along my chest, and I gasped and caught my breath.

"Let's go to my room" he whispered. I stood and we kissed and touched our tongues together.

"Okay" I said, thinking of how I was going to be fucking that sweet, tight ass between those sweet smooth, tight buns in a few moments. I paraded through the club with my raging, purple veined cock following his lithe, smooth, trim body and small tight buns leading the way. Everyone knew I was going to be fucking that beautiful bottom.

We got to the room, and while he fumbled with the key, I pressed my cock into his buns and put my hands on his hips and rubbed my cock in his crack. I kissed his neck. Another bather, wrapped in a towel that was tented in the front, slid by us in the narrow hallway, dragging his cock against my ass as he passed.

We entered the cubicle and resumed making out. He was about three inches shorter than my 5'11", and, at around 175#, I out weighed him by about 30#, so when we stood and kissed, I bent down to meet his mouth and suck his tongue into mine. We again made out for several minutes, our rock hard cocks trapped between us.

Or, at least, my cock was trapped between us. Because he was shorter than me, his cock poked between my legs, under my balls and along my taint to rest with his upper ridge of his cock's head against the wrinkle of my asshole.

As we kissed deeply, his cock sawed along my taint and balls, rubbing against my asshole repeatedly. I tried to grab it by flexing by buttocks. The fleeting touches of his cockhead to my asshole send a shiver up my spine.

"I want to fuck you," he said.

"What?" I blurted, not sure I had heard him correctly.

"I want to fuck your sweet tight ass with my cock," he said. His arm went around my waist and down to my ass. He grabbed my left bun and squeezed, then moved his hand to put his middle finger right on my hole, which contracted on the contact and pulled his finger in almost imperceptibly.

"I'm not prepared for that," I said, which was true, I hadn't cleaned out my ass before coming down to the bathhouse, but, somehow, my hips shifted to rub my asshole against his finger..

He smiled, and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth, dominating my tongue and giving me a shiver down my back.

He tongue-fucked me, and I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth and shivered again. He noticed.

He took my raging cock in his hand and stepped back, softly stroking it and looking through a bag under the bunk. He took out a length of tubing.

Still holding me by my stiff cock, he said "follow me" and towed my through the club, my cock in his hand, to a bathroom marked "douching station." We passed a couple of other patrons on our way. One gave my partner a thumbs up and grinned at me as he moved past. grabbing my ass and squeezing as he went by, stroking a big stiff dick that poked through a gap in his towel.

We both entered, and he closed and locked the door behind us. "Stand in front of the toilet," he said, and I did, like I was going to pee. "Turn around," he said, while hooking the tubing to a spigot on the wall. "Bend over, I'm going to clean you out. I'll put this tube against your asshole and turn the water on a little. You'll feel a little pressure. Then you let the water out into the toilet. No need to hold it in or anything."

I did has I was told and the water came out almost clear.

"That's good. Let's do it again anyway." I told him I could do it myself, but he insisted on holding the hose against my hole while he turned the water on.

This time it came out clean. He did it again anyway. We hadn't brought a towel, so when we left, him again leading me by my now softened cock, everyone in the club could see the wetness from my ass down my legs. I had cooperated, helped while he prepared my ass to be nice and clean, just the way he liked it, for invasion by his cock,

We got back to his cubicle, and he took a towel and carefully dried my legs and ass. While he was down there, he sucked my softened cock into his wet mouth and ran his tongue along the bottom and sides until I stiffened, reaching to the back of his mouth. To my surprise, he took me deeper and I felt my cockhead pop into his throat. He held it there a moment. I almost came.

He knew that, and didn't want me to come yet. He wanted me at the peak of sexual excitement so that I'd do almost anything to get off. He pulled his mouth off and grabbed me by my twitching shaft, squeezed hard and pushed my chest so I fell back onto the small bed, my legs hanging over the edge.

He took a position between my legs, rubbed my chest, rubbed my nipples, looked into my eyes and said "I'm going to fuck you."

"I've never been fucked" I said, "I'm not sure."

He stroked my cock which was lying in my belly. His cock stroked over the top of mine, his balls were rubbing against mine.

I looked at his cock, perfectly shaped, perfectly straight, with a nice pointed but flared cockhead winking at me as he unconsciously moved his hips in a subtle fucking motion.

I'd always been a top when fucking, but like many tops, I've thought about bottoming, especially since many of my bottoms seemed to have such a great time riding my cock, or taking it doggie style, or missionary style, my favorite, because I can look into their eyes as they ride the wave of the orgasm my plunging cock brings them. That look and feeling, when their eyes roll up and their asshole spasms and clenches around my buzzing cock, and their eyes open back up and stare off into the infinity of pleasure they're feeling, is the best. It always sets me off on my own orgasm.

This time is going to be the first time that I'm going to be the bottom, I thought. Another man is going to stretch my asshole open and shove his hard fuckmeat deep into my body. A first.

A turning point. A turning out point.

His cock was slim enough that I thought "I can take that," and I prepared my mind for penetration, balls deep.

So I put my legs on his shoulders, tilted my pelvis so he could see that I was offering my asshole to him, put my hand behind his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.

His tongue pushed right into my open mouth insistently and I let it in, caressing it with my tongue as it probed me, but it was his cock that I was really thinking about. He was really thrusting against me, rhythmically dry-humping along my stiff shaft, his ball sack swinging into mine on the in stroke.

Then he broke off our deep tongue kiss, backed his cock and pelvis away from mine, dropped down and stuck his tongue right in the center of my asshole, probing it as deeply as he could, then licking around the rim and across it, and again. Our kisses had wetted his mouth thoroughly and he transferred that saliva from his tongue to my twitching anal ring.

I reached to grasp my ass cheeks and pull them apart so he could really ream me out. I was in heaven.

His mouth moved between my cheeks and I felt his tongue probing me again. His tongue laved my pulsing hole, then he stiffened and pointed it, and it poked in a short way, and again, and again. I felt my asshole and crack getting wetter.

I moaned and pressed back against his face, and I heard him fumbling for something, heard a click. He pulled his wet face away from my anus and replaced it with a cold, slippery fingertip, which circled my hole, rubbing over the wrinkled surface, a couple of times until he put the tip into the center of my wrinkle and pushed in. His finger was well lubed and slipped in easily. The lube and the water from the douche made it easy. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and pulled it out most of the way, then pushed it in and out a few more times.

I moaned and said "Oooh," as he did sawed his finger in and out of me. "That feels nice," I said.

He took his finger out and replaced it with two, which slid in easily, but with a sense of stretching that wasn't uncomfortable. He twisted them, screwed them into me, spreading his fingers as much as he could against my sphincter, stretching my asshole slightly.

He bent over at the waist while finger fucking me and took my cock back into his mouth, working just my cockhead with his lips and tongue. He snapped his taut lips over the sharp ridge of my glans. He probe my cock's hole with his tongue. He licked the whole thing with his flat tongue.

"Oh, yeah, that's good," I moaned.

He took my cock in his mouth to the root, removed his two fingers from my ass, and shoved three fingers in.

He could only get the tips of his three fingers in at first, and I moaned at the feeling of being stretched to the limit, but I hadn't reached my limit yet. As he continued to work my cock, he worked more of his three fingers in an out, and my asshole relaxed a little until he had nearly all of his three fingers inside me. It hurt a bit, sometimes, to be honest, but his magical sucking mouth and dancing tongue had me on the edge of blowing my load, so the pain didn't really register in my head.

I wanted more. I wanted the real thing.

His mouth plunged down again and I felt his lips at the very bottom of my shaft, and I felt another shiver and a buzzing in my balls that I knew meant I was dangerously close to spewing my seed.

"I'm about to come" I panted, "really soon."

He stopped sucking immediately and released my cock from his mouth, and stood up, his three fingers still embedded in my slightly dilated asshole, his stiff cock between my buns below.

"i'm going to fuck you now," he said with a matter of fact confidence suited to the situation.

But I was having second thoughts. I'm a top, I thought. I came here to fuck, not be fucked. I won't be able to go back to how I was before. I'll be a bottom. I'll have let a man fuck me in the ass; wanted a man to fuck my virgin ass.

He leaned forward and kissed me deeply again.

I swooned and shivered from head to toe.

"Yes. Fuck me, now." I said into his ear. He stuck his tongue as far into my mouth as he could, and I sucked it gently and played with it with my tongue.

He stood up, and I put my ankles back on his shoulders. He took his three fingers out of my ass and reached over and got the bottle of lube and squeezed some into my hand, and guided it to his cock. I lubed up the cock that was about to fuck me for the first time, felt the ridge and corded shaft and bulging veins slide through my palm, felt the rougher, thicker base of his cock and kinky pubic hair. I shivered in anticipation. He moved his hips a bit and I guided his cock head to the center of my asshole.

He pushed forward slightly, and his shaft slid a half inch through my grasping hand, the pointed end of his spongy cockhead pushing into me a short way. I was well prepared for that, and the feeling of his cock at my virgin entrance made me shiver again, and I had an overpowering desire to have his quivering, pulsing cock deep in my bowel.

He moved forward another quarter inch, and I moved my ass toward him another quarter of an inch and the wide part of his cockhead stretched my asshole more than it has ever been, but it took another small movement of his hips sliding his greased shaft through my palm before the ridge of his cock snapped through my ass ring and his shaft entered me.

I felt a searing pain and a flash of bright green light in my clamped shut eyes, and a persisting ache as he slowly forced his shaft, a quarter inch at a time, into my rectum. I gasped, and he forced his tongue back into my mouth, stifling any sensible noises.

I tried to stop his relentless slide into my anus with my hands on his chest. My ass cheeks somehow moved me away from him, toward the wall near my head, but I was already there, and his hands on my hips kept me from getting away, totally. His cock remained in me, but he held still.

He kept his tongue in my mouth and moved a hand to my shriveled cock, and stroked it while holding his cock steady. It showed signs of life in his slippery grip.

The flash of pain faded into a sharp ache that dulled over a couple of minutes until it became a warm glow. He continued to ease himself in, stretching me wider as he got more of his cock into me, as he was girthier at the base. I hadn't really noticed earlier, but I sure noticed how fat it seemed now, how full it made me feel, and how it stimulated me in ways I hadn't suspected.

My back arched under him and I bent my head back against the mattress, my mouth open in an expression of overwhelming feeling. "Gaaah, ooooh, errgggh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck. oooh," told my story at that moment.

He bottomed out, grinding his pubes against mine. I felt his balls against my balls. I loved the feeling. My knees were on my chest as he leaned forward to kiss me again, folding me in half. I reached back and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in deeper. I wanted him all the way in, as far as possible. Farther.

Then the fucking began. He withdrew until just his cockhead was still in, then pushed back in. He didn't pound me. His movements were under control. He was taking it easy on me, and I was grateful. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the new sensations I was feeling. My cock, which had got to half mast when he soon after had entered me, was back to full hardness, harder than hard. I knew If i touched it, I would come immediately, and I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to ride the edge of ecstasy this cock in my ass had me on.

So I did. He fucked me stroke after stroke, withdrawing almost all of the way, sliding in to the root, and back again. I panted and mewed, groaned and moaned as he took me. I looked in his lust filled eyes and nodded and mouthed "Fuck me hard and fast, stud" into his ear and he picked up the pace and the force, pushing my ass along the bed a bit as he slammed in as far as he could. I threw my head from side to side with the built up orgasmic tension and overwhelming feelings, of his cock in me, of his balls swinging into mine, of my legs on his shoulders, his tight buns in his hands as he fucked into me. It was all incredible.

He fucked me so hard that he pushed my body away from the edge of the bed, so he had to stop, grab me by the hips and drag me back to the edge before he could start again.

Then I noticed the mirror on the back of the door. I could see our reflection from an angle that let me see his shining erection plunge into and out of me, see my sphincter pull outward on the outstroke and in when his slid back into me.

I noticed that my ass was getting hot or something, and less comfortable with his hard cock splitting me open.