CHAPTER TWO The click of the latch sealed my fate.
For four days I had imagined what it would have been like to have Arthur to pound my ass instead of Peter doing it. In the dimly lit room I could see he was massaging his cock underneath the blankets. Although I was still fully dressed my own cock was standing out and proud in anticipation of the sex. It strained the front of my trousers uncomfortably. As I adjusted him my ring twitched and I knew I had to have him inside me right now!
"It didn't take you long to make up your mind," he said with a smile, "you must be gagging for a hot cock up your ass!"
There was almost a sneer in the way he said it. I blushed and felt a bit cheap. At that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to feel his thick truncheon up my backside and I guessed I looked desperate to get it. But I did want it and it wasn't that I couldn't turn back and get out of this or anything like that. The door handle was only inches from my hand I could easily back out now. I didn't want to do that! I wanted Arthur to fuck me and I was even desperate to let him do it to me. He sensed my discomfort.
"Barry," he said quite firmly, "if you want me to fuck you in the bum you're gonna have to come over here and join me. Standing by the door isn't gonna scratch that itch you have right now!"
"Have you condoms?" I asked snapping back into reality.
"No! Why would I need them?" he asked almost innocently.
"Safe sex!" I stated flatly, "if we're gonna fuck we need condoms."
"Well, I haven't got any have you?"
I shook my head. My cock began to deflate as the promise of a good fucking faded. Arthur sat up and patted the mattress beside him.
"Get your kit off and join me anyway," he said but I didn't react. He sulked! My legs were shaking slightly so I walked over and sat on the end of his bed. I knew he was thinking that I was easily persuaded and maybe I was. I knew that I had to snap out of what I was doing. I knew I would be taking his bare bone in my butt if I didn't leave now. I knew that this was what I was supposed to do but I didn't want to do it. My ass was saying yes, my brain was saying no and my heart was keeping silent. I felt his hand on the broad of my back and he began to rub it.
"I have no sexual history Barry," he admitted candidly, "I can't give you an infection virgins are low risk!"
I warmed to the tenderness of his caress on my back, the deep soothing words of his admission and the scientific truth of his observation. I became acutely embarrassed.
"You must think I'm desperate and over eager," I said softly, "maybe we should leave this till some other day?"
Arthur threw back the blanket in reply and exposed his rigid organ. I smiled. No words would express the trust that I really had for him. We had known each other almost five years. He had just turned seventeen and I was just short of my nineteenth birthday. We were sitting beside each other at an induction class for newcomers to the university. He arrived late and took the seat next to me. He had to climb over me to get into place and he was clumsy. His ass almost ended up in my face only that I had the good sense to turn away.
"People once called you Barry's puppy," I said with drips of nostalgia for those early days, "everywhere I went you followed. You sat with the law students rather than with your own class, the puppy, that's what they all called you!"
Arthur let a chuckle and rubbed his hand lower against the small of my back. "Barry, I can't believe that it has taken almost five years for us to get this far. The puppy is grown up now and wants to give you a bone, I wanted to be with you all that time and never once did we get close to even speaking about it."
That was true! Neither of us was out to our families and friends. Arthur had been the first person I knew that I had told. Both of us suspected that the other might be gay but he guessed that I would be 100% top and I suspected that he would be very passive. We were very wrong about each other for a long time. But one thing we were not wrong about was that we knew most of each other's movements. When Arthur said he was a virgin I knew he was telling me the truth. It was safe enough to take the risk; I would let him do me bareback! Without a word I started to undress. Arthur sat up, pulled his knees into his chest and watched me.
"I want to watch you," he said, "I've never seen you naked!"
I undressed awkwardly. I was certainly not stripper material and my knees were shaking. I had no idea what was making me nervous. I certainly didn't occur to me that it was nervous excitement. I caught the waistband of my boxers on my erection. I think I was blushing all over. I was like a nervous little girl!
"Turn around Barry," he ordered softly, "I want to see your ass!"
I turned. I was being admired and examined and it felt strange. He whistled "it's as beautiful as I always imagined it would be..." I heard him moving and I looked over my shoulder, he was standing behind me with his cock pressed against my ass and he started singing Careless Whisper into my ear. My arms hung loosely by my side as his arms wrapped around me and we began a slow clumsy dance. I closed my eyes as he settled his chin on my shoulder and hummed the words. He had run out of words he knew. But we danced with him humming and grinding his thick cock against my quivering ass. We stopped our clumsy walk and his humming became a rough breathing. He slowly began to thrust his hips back and forward catching his cock between my ass and his body with a gentle slap. I needed to have him in me and I could sense that he wouldn't hold off for much longer either. Yet I made no move, I wanted him to direct the pace.
He started kissing and biting my neck. His hand reached down and he started to stroke my cock.
"Did anybody ever tell you that you had a nice cock?" he whispered as he rubbed his fist over my dripping cockhead. I hummed to communicate a yes, "and you have a beautiful ass," he continued, "I would really love if you would let me inside you, I want to be like one body with you, would you like me to do that? For us? For you?"
I laughed, "Arthur, are you asking me can you fuck me?"
"Well there's no need to be so crude about it but, yes, I do want to know if you want your ass fucked?"
"You're such a charming sweet-talker..."
"... hey, lay off! When I tried to be charming you broke the mood. Now get your ass over onto that bed and this man is claiming his prize for trying to seduce your bad-ass butt!"
He slapped my ass and I sprinted off towards the bed laughing. He wasn't far behind me and soon he was mounted on my back grappling with me and bouncing his groin against my butt. I bucked back playfully trying to dislodge him but he had a firm mount and wasn't going anywhere. We humped against each other for a while until I felt his hands on my pecs and his fingers sharply squeezed my nips.
"STOP!" I howled, "that hurts!"
"Stop resisting me."
I started to buck and he pinched again. "Okay, you win I'll stop!"
"Now ask me to fuck you!" he rasped in my ear.
I was about to refuse when his fingers closed again and I immediately gave in, "please fuck me Arthur," and his grip loosened. If one thing was certain it was that I gave in very easily to anything he asked. And another thing was that I had a low pain-threshold.
"Beg for it bitch!" he laughed.
"Please Arthur, please fuck me, I really want..." I realized he hadn't even pinched me.
He fell off me and started laughing. I slapped his thigh hard and told him he was a bitch. He reached over and pulled me towards him. "I'm the puppy and you're the bitch," he grunted as we hugged and ground our hard dicks against each other.
"We have established that we had no condoms and now we have to ask; have you any lubricant?"
Arthur looked perplexed. "I never thought of that!"
Unsurprisingly there was neither jar of Vaseline nor tube of KY in the house. Neither of us was out to the other so it wouldn't have been a product either of us would have bought.
"There's vegetable oil in the kitchen," he suggested.
I looked down at the thick log between his legs and shook my head, "vegetable oil would be as useful as toothpaste," I remarked.
"You couldn't use toothpaste could you?" Arthur asked excitedly, "I've plenty of toothpaste..."
"Arthur," I said firmly, "shut up!"
"There's Swarfega in the kitchen under the sink!"
"Next you'll suggest bleach?" I snapped, "Have you any hair gel?"
Arthur had plenty of that! I poured a dollop onto the palm of my hand and massaged it into the top of his cock. I was only coating the two bendy inches. Within a minute the gel had become dry and sticky and my hand stuck to his cock. He shrieked as I pulled away.
"Go wash your wand," I suggested, "it's obvious that hair gel won't work either!"
"You bastard," he cried as he clutched his deflating cock, "you knew that would happen didn't you?"
"It was a good possibility," I replied with a smirk.
"Very funny, very fucking funny! I'm gonna wash my cock and when I get back I am gonna pound your pathetic little ass to pulp so YOU had better find something to grease me or it'll be your sweat that'll be the only lubricant you'll get!"
"Try the toothpaste while you're out there," I called after his as he left. I lay back on his bed laughing quietly to myself. This was far more fun than the semi-anonymous encounters and lies of my previous experiences. I was thinking of how we could have been doing this together five years earlier when Arthur re-emerged from the bathroom holding a jar of wet-look Brylcreme.
"Will this work?" he asked and you could see the hope written all over his expression.
"It'll have to do," I said as I rolled onto my belly and raised my ass, offering it to him at last.
Arthur knelt behind me and prodded my ring with his cockhead. I felt a cold wet touch as he tipped a bit of the hair cream on my pucker. Once he had placed it on the target he spread it around with the thick heavy bulb of his cock. Another drop and the bulb went in stronger. Another and the cock poked inside. He pulled back and stuck his cock into the cold jar of gel, withdrew and slobbered it along the length of his impressive shaft. I was groaning in anticipation. I could not wait to have this big stud's cock in my ass. As he lined up behind me I slowly pushed back to meet his forward stroke. I felt the ring give way and I gasped in sharp pain as he breached me and I called out for him to stop. He stopped and lay against my back.
"This just feels so right," he sighed as he kissed my back, "I have wanted to be where I am now for so long.
Arthur might well have been caught up in some romantic moment but I was struggling with the girth of the cock inside me. I tried to focus on the magic of the moment but it was hard work. The thick tube stretched me far more than I had expected. I willed my ass to welcome the visitor, slowly I began to relax. I hoped the hair wax didn't dry like the gel. I was comfortable but nervous and I twitched to let him know that I was ready. Not a word passed between us.
The wax did its work and Arthur slid his cock out of my overstuffed butt. I sighed and slowly he pushed back inside. I gasped, there was still some sting. I felt him adding more of the wax and knew he was trying to make this easier for me. And all along I was trying to make it easier for him.
"You know what I'm thinking?" he asked.
"No!"
"I'm thinking that if you hadn't given me the blowjob earlier this would be over by now because I'm as horny as a goat and I think I would have shot as soon as I got inside you!" With that he slid back fully inside me. I howled.
"Sorry!" he quipped.
"No you're not!" I snapped back.
"Of course I'm not but I have to say it anyway!"
He began to rock his hips quite gently; moving his cock forward and back by an inch or so. I felt my resistance give way, my body accepted his and I began to groan, the purr, soon I was calling out yes with every thrust and as he moved into full speed I was begging him to fuck me!
"I'm gonna break down your defenses one by one," he quietly sang the line from the Bee Gee hit as he pounded away, "I'm gonna hit you from all sides lay your fortress open wide," it was a song of jubilant conquest, "nobody stops, this body from, taking you..." He had run out of words again and was humming into the back of my neck as his pelvis thrust his thick wedge in and out of my poor ass in time to the song.
I closed my eyes dreamily as the sensation in my bottom turned through stages of lessening discomfort towards greater pleasure. His rhythmic strokes were causing me to gently grind back welcoming his manhood inside me. For a time that seemed endless he worked me over and I loved every minute of it. I imagined that sex couldn't be better than this ever and he stopped!
"I need to catch my breath," he panted.
I looked at the red numbers of the digital alarm clock beside his bed. We had been in that position for about twenty minutes. No wonder he was tired. Arthur got out of bed and went downstairs and returned with a glass and a jug of water. We made small work of its contents and lay beside each other holding hands.
"You didn't cum?" I remarked more as a question than a statement.
"I felt like I but I couldn't!" he replied, "would you really like me to cum inside you?" And as he spoke he jumped up again and scurried off to have a piss. I realized my own need for a piss and followed him.
We stood either side of the bowl pissing like two little boys. We fenced with our streams like children and laughed. It was an amazing experience of natural joy. When we finished washing our hands we returned to his room and he slapped my ass as we entered.
"It's mine now," he said proudly referring to my ass, "and nobody is gonna stop this body from taking you, I win again!"
We lay spooned into each other. He was behind me and his bloated wet cock was pressed against the cheeks of my ass. The red numbers of the clock marked eleven fifteen, Arthur hummed Braham's Lullaby against my shoulders and I don't remember falling asleep!