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Charlie released his own cock. He was panting too.

He said, "Go for it."

I kept masturbating. I needed to see this. I needed to see Rod mount Charlie and fuck him with that massive cock. I needed to see him cum inside the other guy.

Rod grabbed the condom and impatiently tore open the wrapper.

Then he leaned over Charlie and unfurled it down the other guy's cock in one swift movement.

Charlie looked surprised. So did I.

Then Rod climbed onto the mattress and sat over Charlie, reaching down for his condom-sheathed cock. He directed upwards between his buttocks and then plunged himself down onto it. Charlie gasped. Rod winced and grunted.

He held himself down on Charlie's cock for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing it from his and then pushing down again. After he'd done this a couple of times, he seemed to grow accustomed to the feeling of having something penetrating him and then, his rhythm rapidly increasing, he began pushing his arse up and down on Charlie's cock. His chest muscles bulged and flexed with the effort of holding him upright, and his thighs and calves struggled with the strain of him bobbing up and down in mid-air. But he kept going, growing even faster as I watched. It looked like he really needed to feel this guy's cock inside him and no pain from his muscles was going to stop him from doing that.

I was masturbating myself quickly as I watched them. I didn't know if it was Rod or Charlie I was identifying with: the idea of what was happening to both of them was appealing. I'd thought about fucking guys before - which straight guy hasn't - and had found the idea illicitly attractive. So the prospect of Rod, as a straight guy like me, pushing his cock into another guy's arse had really turned me on. My excitement had come from the anticipation of that; from the thought that maybe this could be me about to penetrate another man.

But now that he'd turned things around and was getting fucked himself, half of me wanted to dissociate itself from him: to reject the idea that what he was having done to him was maybe something I would enjoy having done to me. But the other half of me really wanted to take his place: to feel sensations I could never experience in the confines of my straight relationships with girls.

Rod reached down and started masturbating himself as he bobbed up and down as quickly as he could on Charlie's cock. His hand was a frenzy of movement, beating almost aggressively along the upper half of his large tool as his arse was fucked. Charlie looked up at him, an expression of surprise still on his face, panting quickly from the squeezing of Rod's arse muscles around his cock.

I wondered how often Rod had thought about doing this with another guy; how often he'd fantasized about it, invented scenarios in which he ended being fucked, looked at his mates and thought about how it feel to have their cocks inside him. And how he'd felt when it had first happened; how he was feeling now if this was first time.

As if in answer, Rod started gasping and thick gobs of semen began shooting out of his swollen bell-end. The first few squirts of it hit the wall above Charlie's head, but then, as his orgasm subsided, white splashes of it rained onto Charlie's face and then splattered across his chest and stomach.

Rod pulled himself up from Charlie, his arse expelling the other guy's cock with a slurping fart, and fell forwards, gasping and panting, supporting himself against the wall. Charlie pulled the condom off his cock and began wanking himself rapidly.

Whether Rod intended to push his dick into Charlie's face, I'm not sure, but Charlie leapt at the opportunity and began hungrily licking Rod's semen from his piss-slit as the last dribbles of it oozed out.

Then he squirted his own load upwards into the air, some of it hitting Rod's splayed buttocks, most of it raining down onto his own stomach and chest.

I climaxed almost immediately after Charlie. The sight of Charlie, his face a deep scarlet in his excitement, licking the cum from Rod's curving cock was too much for me. The enthusiasm of the guy, the eagerness of him to drink from another man's orgasm, was too intense a sight. As his tongue licked the milky gelatinous gobs of semen from the slit of Rod's massive cock, my own cum began pumping onto the wall beneath the window.

******

"We had this letter from the Warden yesterday," Kaz said when we met up for a coffee between lectures a few days later.

"Yeah?"

"You're not going to believe it." She was grinning. "But this is the truth. It said that we should be careful when we're getting changed in our rooms because there's a peeping Tom looking in peoples' windows. He was seen on the roof of the laundrette on Saturday night."

I smiled. "No... come on..."

"Honestly." She was nearly laughing. "I'll show you the letter when you come over. Some girl saw him from the path outside our block. Standing on the roof looking in peoples' windows."

"Jesus," I laughed, feeling slightly uncomfortable but confident that I wasn't showing it.

Just then I saw Rod come into the coffee shop on his own. Kaz looked out of the window, still laughing about the letter, and I watched him choose a sandwich from the display.

Then Charlie came in behind him and tapped his left shoulder, grinning and dodging behind the other like kids do. Rod turned one way and then the other. But instead of laughing he looked irritated.

Charlie kept smiling and said his hellos. I couldn't hear exactly what he said; we were sitting too far from them.

Rod said something back and Charlie stopped smiling.

Rod said something else and Charlie shrugged a "Whatever" gesture and walked away.

Then Rod walked over to get a coffee from the machine looking furious. As he waited for his drink to pour, he glowered at the machine like it was all its fault.

After the machine had finished its thing, he retrieved the cup and walked over to join the queue for the cashier.

Kaz started talking about the latest exploits of one of the characters in one of the soaps she followed. Revelations about his relationship with one of the barmaids in the pub.

Rod waited to be served and as he did so, he made a backwards glance at the doorway. Charlie had gone. He turned back to stare at the heads of the people in the queue in front of him. His anger seemed to evaporate and he looked tired and miserable.

He turned again to the doorway and I willed him to put down his sandwich and coffee and go and find Charlie.

But he didn't.

That would have been, for the moment at least, a step too far. Sex with another guy was just about okay but any possibility of a continued relationship seemed to be totally out of bounds.

Kaz got up and put on her coat and the queue edged forwards.

As we walked out, past the line of people, I said to her, "Look at it this way..." Rod turned and from the corner of my eye I saw him looking at me. I hovered over the flapjacks as if considering buying on and continued, "What he just did to that guy was totally out of order. He should be ashamed of that far more than of the fact that he doesn't - shock, horror - fit comfortably into the label 'straight'."

Then we walked on, away from him, and Kaz said, "What?"

I said, "Sorry?"

"Which guy? What are you talking about?"

"Sorry - did I lose the thread again? I thought you were talking about that bisexual guy in 'EastEnders'..."

"The great bisexual guy is in a totally different programme..."

"Oh yeah. Jesus. You know what I'm like with these things..."

She gave me a funny look but not as funny as the look I felt Rod giving my back.

I don't know whether Rod chased after Charlie that day or whether he looked him up later. But a few weeks after all that happened I saw the two of them walking around Southampton together, as comfortable with each other as a couple of old friends.

I never found out what happened to Rod's girlfriend Katie. I guess she found herself single again: knowing her, it would have been short-lived. By that time, though, my interests had moved on.

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