Curiosity Strikes Home - Sex Stories

Curiosity Strikes Home

... pushed it at his sphincter and pressed.

Nothing. There was no give, yet. "Push like you want a crap," I said, "that'll open you up and I can get in."

There was a moment more of resistance, and then he opened up, and I was in. Slowly I pushed, my cock sinking into his bowel, his hole opening and letting me in, his bowel walls squeezing my cock. I pressed until I was all the way in, my balls resting on his, his cock on my pubic mound.

"Oh Christ," he said, "I never guessed how it would feel."

I didn't say anything, I just started to pull back and then press forward again. I kept doing it, each time a little further back and then a little harder in until I was fucking his arse as if it were a fanny.

He was grunting as I buried my cock in him, and gasping for breath as I relaxed out. His arse was not quite so tight anymore, the fuck felt like a regular fuck, apart from the cock that was rubbing against me. His mouth was open and his eyes closed as I fucked him.

"Oh Jesus, fuck, yes," he cried as I fucked him hard and deep, the pressure building in my balls, I would last less time than in a fanny.

"I am about to fill you with my spunk," I gasped as my orgasm gripped, my balls tightened and I spurted deep inside him, two, three and then a fourth spurt as my balls drained themselves inside him.

"Oh fuck, I felt that," he gasped. I had expected his arse to clamp and push out my softening cock, but no, his arse stayed the same and my cock simply fell out when ...

... I leant back.

I rolled and lay beside him. "What you expected?" I asked.

He put his hand down and pressed a finger into his still open arse, it came out covered in my spunk. He took his finger to his mouth and liked it clean. "You taste good," he said, "can I fuck you now?"

"Of course, how do you want me?

"On your knees over the edge of the bed, I think my feet on the floor will be better than on the bed."

I rolled off the bed, my feet firmly planted I leant forward until my head and shoulders were on the bed. "How's this?" I asked.

"Perfect." He stood behind me, and I felt his tongue as he licked my arse and pressed his tongue inside me. There was a moment and then his cock pressed. I felt the pressure and relaxed my arse as much as he could and then he was in me.

He felt good inside me, I was well stretched, and I could tell he went a good way inside. He pulled back, his cock slowly leaving me, the pressure staying on my sphincter, and then he pushed back. There was a slight pain, but more pleasure than hurt. He got into a rhythm, and I heard the familiar slaps as his pubis smacked against my buttocks. I realised that the grunts were mine as he pumped into me and occasionally I felt the tickle as he grazed my prostate.

His hands were on my back, supporting him as he fucked me, my arse relaxing a little, now comfortable with the intrusion, more used to things coming out than going in, and I began to get a warm feeling in my crotch as his balls slapped ...