Knowing Dave

I fished a condom out and tore it open. Then I reached forwards and rolled it onto the head of his cock.

He muttered, taking his hands away from me, "I didn't say yes, Wes..."

"I know. You can still back out. But you're ready if you decide you want it..."

I squirted some lube onto my fingers and the tube made a farting noise that was kind of unfortunate at that particular moment.

I fingered my arsehole with the lube, smearing it around inside myself as deeply as I could.

Then I said, "I really want it, Dave. I really want you to fuck me."

I heard him unfurling the condom down the stem of his cock.

He said, "I'll have a try but I don't think I'll like it. I mean, no offence Wes, but... you know... it's your arse. I don't think I'm ready for that yet..."

I turned around and knelt over the pillow.

He shoved the piles of bedding out of the way and got behind me. He said, "If I cant, you won't get upset or pissed off...?"

"'Course I won't..."

"I mean, I've thought of it... wondered what it would feel like..."

He positioned his cock against my arse crack, gently easing it between my cheeks.

He went on, "All this week, every time you've walked ahead of me, I've looked your arse, wondering how it would feel..."

I reached around and guided his cock towards my hole. I willed myself to relax even though I was as nervous as hell.

I said, "Did you like the look of it?"

"Kind of, yeah." He pressed his cock against my ring and pushed gently. He muttered, "But, you know, I can't help thinking of what guys do through their arses, Wes. I can't get that out of my mind..."

"Just push yourself into me, Dave."

He pressed his cock a little more firmly against me and I let out an involuntary gasp. He called out, concerned, "I don't wanna hurt you..."

It felt like he was trying to push a marrow into me but I didn't want to let him know how bad the pain was.

I said, my voice sounding far more shaky than I intended, "It's okay... just push it in..."

He didn't. He just held it there, pressing against my anus, unsure of what to do. He said, "Wes, if it hurts, I want to stop. My cock's probably too thick for bum stuff..."

I pushed back against him and an inch or so of his cock burned its way into me. I gasped, "Aah yeah. It hurts a bit but it feels good at the same time." It actually felt like a very thick red hot poker was being pushed into my arse, but my assurance seemed to make him a little happier about things.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock a little further into me.

I gasped again and tried to open my legs a little wider. I'd never felt anything so thick inside me. I probably hadn't been fucked for six months and my arse wasn't used to anything broader than my finger, but even so, Dave's was undoubtedly the biggest cock I'd ever received.

He pushed a little further. Three inches of him were inside me.

He said, "Does that feel okay, Wes?"

I didn't trust my voice enough to say anything substantial so I just mouthed, "Mmmmm...."

He wasn't convinced. He rubbed a hand down my back as if stroking me. He said, uncertainly, "Come on. Seriously. Do you want me to stop?"

I managed, "No, Dave. Please..."

He accepted that.

He held onto my hips again and pushed another inch or so of his cock into my arse. I could feel the tops of his thighs against the bottom of my buttocks.

Then he withdrew his cock and little and pushed it in again.

It felt like it was singeing my insides.

He started making gentle fucking motions and I felt his balls thumping softly against my arse crack just below where his cock was entering me.

He whispered, "I can't believe I'm fucking a guy's arse." Then, laughing, he added, "My dad would disown me if he saw me like this..."

His rhythm began to gradually increase and the mattress started to creak.

He began to enjoy the sensation of my arse around his cock and gripped my hips more firmly. Then he started making longer strokes, almost withdrawing his cock completely from my rectum and then sliding it as far as he could back into me.

He gasped. "Your arse is so fucking tight. I can see why the guys go on about butt-fucking so much..."

I assumed he meant the guys he worked with talking about butt-fucking girls.

He got into a fairly rapid rhythm, sliding in and out of me in a smooth, regular motion. As I'd hoped, the pain started to subside and the sensation of being fucked by him became progressively less unpleasant.

He bent over me and I felt his chest hair tickling the skin of my back. Then he put his arms around my chest and held me firm as he buggered me.

The headboard of the bed started banging against the wall again.

He started grunting and panting as he had when I'd sucked his cock. He was saying, "Yeah" and "Fuck" and "Wes" in rhythm with the pounding of his thick cock.

He gripped my body more firmly and I felt how wet his chest had become with his sweat.

His cock kept popping out from my arse but he would push it back in as quickly as he could. Sometimes, without being able to stop myself, I farted when his cock slid out of me, but he ignored it.

He pushed down against my back and I ended up being pinned down beneath the heaving weight of his body. My chest was held tightly against the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around it, and my cock and balls were grinding into the mattress with every thrust he made against my buttocks.

He was grunting and panting; breathing against the back of my neck like an enraged animal. His cock was slamming in and out of me making long fast strokes deep into my bowels. His balls were whacking against the tops of my thighs, feeling loose and heavy as they jumped around.

The air was thick with the cloying smell of Dave's sweat, and behind that the unmistakable pungent odour of anal sex.

He must have been aware of both but seemed bothered by neither. I worried momentarily that the sounds and smells from my arse might bring home to him the cold reality of what we were doing - that they might sober him up and stop him continuing – but his rhythm increased relentlessly and his passion intensified.

He held me more firmly and fucked me more roughly. He'd keep grunting things like, "Oh Wes... your fucking arse", and I knew he was thinking of fucking me as a man and not fantasising that I might be a woman.

On subsequent occasions when Dave would fuck me, he was more controlled and more sensual. He was able to think about what I was doing with my cock while he was having his fun and would make sure that we enjoyed our sex together. But that first time, all consideration went out of the window as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure of the unfamiliar sensations he was feeling. He simply used my arse like a masturbatory aid, pinning my body beneath his chest as he buggered me with all the finesse of a farm animal.

I must admit that, while I was still in some pain from being fucked by such a thick cock, I adored the sensation of being prostrate beneath the fury of his almost uncontrolled lust: the guttural sounds he was making; the hammering of his hips against my buttocks; the feel of his hot panting breath against my neck and the wetness of his sweat rubbing into my back with his wiry chest hair.

The smells and the sounds of our sex - rough, raw and unrestrained - began to excite me and I realised that I'd developed an erection that was rubbing against the mattress with each slam of Dave's cock into me.

Then he started cumming inside me. I felt the warm sensation of the condom filling with his semen and heard him grunting and gasping as his orgasm overtook him. He gripped my chest almost painfully as he pumped his seed into my rectum.