After another punishing session in the pool, I fully intended to rail James' arse in the shower, but too many patrons were hanging around the changing rooms. Sexual satisfaction was denied, I was horny as fuck as I dressed.
"Jason," James called out, "Look at this!"
I ran my fingers through my shampooed hair and walked over to the toilet cubicle. James pointed to a new message marked on the tiled wall with a black marker.
"That wasn't there a couple of days ago."
The crude message read, "Call me for submissive fun."
"We should call it," Exclaimed James, his cock bulging beneath his shorts.
"Sure," I replied pensively, "From your phone."
James photographed the message because it would be removed in a day or two. Moments later, we exited the pool and strolled a couple of streets to our usual place of play.
Before engaging, James sent a message to the anonymous poster. We were glued to his phone screen for what seemed like an age, but a response was not forthcoming. Frustrated, James pulled me close and kissed me passionately, running fingers through my hair and squeezing my aching bulge.
James unbuckled my shorts and allowed them to fall to my ankles. He freed my spasming cock from my boxers and roughly jerked my shaft. Dropping to his knees, my cock was generously engulfed into James' eager mouth, and he worked me hard. Minutes later, I filled his mouth with steaming man sludge, which he struggled to swallow.
"Wow, you are on fire tonight," James grinned after cleaning his face of viscous sperm, "Will you do the thing with me?"
The thing was a sex act that developed over the last couple of weeks. Initially, I used to finger fuck James' dirty hole as he wanked off. James kept begging for more fingers from two to four. With the application of proper lubricant, I managed to insert my entire hand inside James' anus. When this happened the first time, James came so strongly that he almost collapsed.
We tried anal fisting several times a week. Sometimes, we were successful, but other times, his bung would not accept this gross intrusion. James was frustrated when I could not fit my fist inside his most sensitive hole. This was a completely new realm of kink, and I had no idea what I was doing, but James had specific needs, and he guided me despite a twenty-year age gap between us.
I grabbed the tube of lubrication from my bag that I had hoped to use in the shower at the pool. James unbuckled his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. He leaned against the wall of the alcove and stuck his butt out. I spread his cheeks and went to town on his brown pucker while he jerked his pole.
"Do the thing," James panted repeatedly.
My tongue had the ability to make James come, but he needed the fist to achieve the ultimate orgasm, in his words. After spurting, James would insist on keeping my hand inside his anus while he pissed all over the floor. It was a strange request to me, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted and guided me. I suspected that maybe James had previous experience in such acts when he was in high school. He knew so much more about the gay arts than I did, being a former straight guy.
After the rimming, I sensed James' arse was ready to accept the ultimate invasion and entire hand. I popped the top of the tube and squeezed a generous amount of synthetic grease over my fingers and knuckles. One finger was quickly followed by two and then three. James was purring in delight while gripping his cock tightly. The fourth finger was reluctantly accepted, and I applied as much pressure as I thought James could handle.
"More," He pleaded, "I'm so close."
As much as I pressed, his anus was not willing to allow entry beyond the joints of my fingers and I urged his to flex his O-ring. As he pushed, I felt more of my hand welcomed inside. With my thumb tucked underneath my fingers we reached the knuckle ridge before James reached around, grabbed my wrist and forced my hand further inside.
Seconds later, James' butt hole raised the white flag and my hand disappeared to the wonderment gasps of both of us. His dirty muscle was wrapped tightly around my wrist.
"Oh, yeah," James groaned, "That's it, fuck it!"
There was not much room to manoeuvre and my finger nails scraped against the ridged landscape of James' rosette. As I pressed in and out, he pushed back against me to increase the action while he vigorously pumped his shaft.
When I judged his close to a climax, I positioned myself underneath James so that my mouth was just below his cock head. It was to awkward to achieve while keeping up the pressure on his arsehole but the reward was worth it for both of us.
"Shit!" James hissed, "I'm coming."
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Previously, very little reward squirted in my mouth and I came to enjoy receiving a facial. The feeling of hot ropes of come splashing across my face was wank bank material for later in the week. This time though I was determined to capture and swallow as much of James' adolescent seed as possible.
While initially hesitant about accepting man come orally, the weeks had changed my mind and I craved James' load. I knew that with my hand up his arse, James' load was going to be big. As uncomfortable as it was, I managed to get my mouth as close to his dick head as possible. I laid my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and opened my mouth.
Seconds later, I felt violent spurts of hot sperm impact the back of my mouth. I had mastered the gag reflex and sat there allowing James to unload in my mouth. There were a couple of stray shot but the majority of his load pooled where it was supposed to pool.
After his orgasm, and despite my full mouth, I sucked his cock until it fully deflated before delicately extracting my fist from his anus. James stepped back and I rose to my feet. I showed his the contents of my mouth, and played with the noxious mixture before revelling in the swallowing ceremony.
We kissed passionately, our sperm-laced tongues dancing, our heaving chests pressed together before our post-orgasmic reverie was interrupted by a text on James' phone.
"It's a response to that message," He said after glancing at the screen, "Send me the details."
"You want to do something tonight?" I asked, "Or wait till another day?"
"I'm absolutely shattered," James said, "And couldn't possibly perform again."
"Well, respond and find out what this poster wants," I said, pulling up my shorts, "And if it sounds positive arrange something later this week."
"Good plan," James grinned before we said our goodbyes and departed as we had often done.
Several days later, James texted that the pool poster had proposed a meeting. The three of us agreed to meet in public to suss each other before deciding whether to play. Beforehand, we traded face pics, and what I saw was not a deal breaker. James' opinion aligned with mine. The poster's name was Ashraf.
Days later, after another session in the pool, James and I crawled up to the Warren View Hotel, grabbed a couple of beers and waited for Ashraf to arrive. After nervously scanning the bar, a tall, dark-skinned man walked in, unsure of his environment. When he met our eyes, he smiled and strode towards us.
Ashraf had a firm handshake and sat on a stool next to us. After politely declining an alcoholic drink, he sipped on a glass of water, unsure of how to generate conversation. Glancing down at his left hand, I noticed a tan ring on his wedding finger. Was he divorced or did Ashraf remove his wedding ring before this meeting?
Painfully slowly, James and I managed to make Ashraf relax in our company. Laughs came thick and fast. He was older than us, perhaps ten years older than me, but James was entranced by Ashrafs exotic looks. He was tall, up to my ear I think, with black hair and beard, Ashraf promised to be hairy monster.
