Strangely, this biggest shift in our dynamic seemed to go smoothly. Over the coming week it was like we'd just discovered sex for the first time, and wanted it constantly.
We played around every day, occasionally twice. We didn't fuck every time, but Neel had finally overcome his fear of touching my dick, and reliably finished me off any time I sucked his cock or let him fuck me.
I had never been so horny, even in my teens. It was an awakening.
Between sexual encounters, we were getting along like old mates now as well. We had a lot in common, and truly enjoyed each other's company. My research was coming along well and despite the amount of time I was spending on sex, the report almost seemed to be writing itself.
Despite that, my bed felt very empty each night. Our physical intimacy aside, Neel seemed to draw the line at sleeping in the same bed.
And, as I learned after an awkward failed attempt whilst he was fucking me, kissing seemed to be off the table as well.
The land around us had changed entirely since we'd first arrived. The rains had brought out lush, colourful vegetation everywhere you looked, and the wildlife were ever present, desperately making the most of this precious fertile time, before the long, hot, dry returned in a few months.
I'd grown to love the place, and its inhabitants. Having spent so much time out in the bush, it seemed a part of me now. I loved to spend time outside in the cooler evenings, to watch the goings on around me.
The waterhole was frequently visited too, the cool water washing away the sweat and dust, and giving an instant escape from the sometimes oppressive humidity.
One afternoon, we lay on towels on a cool, flat rock in the shade of a gum tree. Cockatoos screeched in the tree above us, and the cicadas gave a constant background hum.
We'd swum through the afternoon, naked as was our habit, sometimes splashing and wrestling, sometimes floating quietly in the cool water.
Neel had followed me to the edge as I headed for my towel, stopping me in the shallows with a hand on my back. Knowing what was to come, I'd melted into his touch, both of us dropping down onto our knees on the soft, sandy bottom of the waterhole.
I leaned against a rock before me, the water lapping at my waist as Neel's hand slid slowly down to play with my arse.
His arms locked around me, and with one hand stroking my cock, he fucked me gently in the shallows, the birds in the surrounding trees watching our strange mating ritual.
I came with him inside me for the first time, my quivering hole dragging him over the edge as well, as I ejaculated into the clear billabong water.
We had made our way somehow to the towels laid out in the shade and then collapsed, the hot breeze drying the water from our naked skin as we slept.
As I lay listening to the cicadas, Neel turned on his side towards me, his head resting on his hand.
He seemed hesitant, unsure how to say what he wanted to say. I waited, patiently, giving him time to find the words.
"What's it like?" he finally got out, leaving me entirely perplexed.
"What's what like?" I countered.
"Getting fucked." He said, blushing once again. "You seem to really like it, and...well...I wonder what it feels like."
I laughed. "You think you might be missing out on something?" I knew that he was but didn't think he'd believe me somehow.
"Well..." he hesitated. "It's something I've never tried, and never even thought of before, but that's probably the same for you, I guess, and you seem to be enjoying it. I just wondered why is all."
I thought about it for a while before replying.
"Think of the best orgasm you've ever had, how you felt it in your whole body, right?" I looked over at him, watching his eyes go distant as he remembered. "Well, it's kind of like that, but it just keeps on going. You don't just feel like that when you cum, it's the whole time you're fucking. If you're in the right spot, that is."
"Yeah, I've noticed you sort of shift around a bit until you find it." He nodded.
"And then when you do cum," I continued, "It's like it's multiplied a hundred times. Your whole body tingles. It's fucking amazing. I seriously had no idea before. I'd never let anyone anywhere near my arse, but I'm telling you, even just playing with my arsehole feels great. It's a whole other side to sex that I just didn't know about."
"So the gays have had it right all this time, you reckon?" he looked sceptical.
"All I can say is, don't knock it till you try it." The words hung between us like smoke. I could see the contemplation on his face.
I lay my head back down on the towel, convinced the conversation was over now.
"OK."
I looked up suddenly as I heard him speak.
"OK what?" I asked, incredulous.
"OK, I'll give it a try." He replied, as if he was switching ham for pastrami on his regular sandwich.
I was genuinely shocked. I thought he might be having me on, but his face was dead serious. He laughed at the look on my face and rolled back onto his belly on the towel.
"Are you coming over here, or am I going to have to fuck myself?" It was clear he wasn't kidding.
I got up quickly from my towel, my cock already hardening at the prospect. My mind raced. I knew that I needed to make this feel as good as possible, or this was going to be a one-time prospect for me.
Suddenly glad at my foresight, I went over to my backpack and pulled out the bottle of olive oil that I'd chucked in in case we fucked while we were out. I never expected that I'd be using it in this direction.
I came over to him, trying to appear calm and nonchalant, all the while longing to be able to slide my cock into his tight hole.
I stood over his naked body, straddling him. From a height, I drizzled a stream of oil across his back and slowly down to his arse. Knowing how the massage had relaxed me that second time, I was determined to reproduce its muscle loosening effects.
I set the bottle down and knelt over his body, my balls resting comfortably in the crack of his arse. My cock already pointed skyward. With firm hands, I massaged his warm skin, squeezing and kneading the muscles beneath. He gave a quiet moan of pleasure.
Not wanting to spend too much time in case he changed his mind, I quickly moved down to his lower back and arse, knowing how good it felt when he had his hands on me.
Neel's body spread out before me. His muscular, broad shoulders topped a perfect triangular torso. His arms were folded under his head.
His arse was nearly hairless aside from a scattering of dark hair running deep in the cleft. It gathered between his legs, covering his perineum and spreading onto the back of his balls.
His glutes were firm, his tension showing through beneath my massaging hands.
I leaned forward again, running my hands slowly up to his shoulders and down his sides to his arse. The oil slid smoothly beneath my hands, mixing with the salty sweat on his skin.
