This is a true story and contains sexual behaviour between two consenting men:
My name is Marty, and I'm bi-sexual leaning more to the male side. Hobbies include travelling, reading and one or two court sports. One of my most dangerous pastimes is checking out people when they have had a drink and are asleep or passed out or whatever. When I say dangerous, I mean close friends who are predominantly straight. A smack in the head could offend if caught, know what I mean? My wondering hands go into overdrive and eventually end up inside someone's boxers or underpants. I've had the odd sexual encounter but not with strangers, just by chance a few tipsy moments with people I know that perhaps went further than expected. Lucky me!
I've known Ed for some years now. He's been married a couple of times and had some disastrous relationships in between times. He is totally straight ( is that at all possible ?) but unfortunately very needy and isn't too selective with his choice of women, because he is one of that rare breed of people who have to be with someone, just because? (We are both in our forties). And believe me he has had his fair share of munters. We've always been quite close and on greeting each other and saying good-bye we have always hugged and sometimes even pecked necks.( He refers to our relationship as two brothers) Which obviously suits me just fine, cos I like the feel of a good bloke in my arms. Now he isn't conventionally good looking, but not totally ugly. But he is quite hairy, and that is a big plus with me. He has quite large protruding nipples that have always been a fasination with me and a nice little bulge on the odd occasion depending on which side he chooses to dress on a particular day.
Now we did lose touch for a couple of years due to a bit of a falling out between some "not so" mutual friends and unfortunately it turned out quite nasty. Well a year or so ago he phoned me out of the blue. Two reasons really, 1, he had a few family problems going on and 2, he missed me. We agreed to meet and also keep away from certain parties who may disapprove of his sudden re-appearance. After the obligatory questions about the whys and wherefores of our parting the waves and subsequent future meetings we finally agreed to keep in touch. As I said earlier, I have a penchant for foreign travel and this year was no exception. The only problem is that I budget and have what I call a flight fund (rainy day fund to the uninitiated). And this year, no-one had any funds so a solo trip looked quite likely. I approached Eam and asked him if he fancied a week in Spain, and after one of his dodgy liaisons had recently ended, decided to come with me and try to put her out of his mind. Yeah right! Although he comes across as needy, he is also quite gregarious and will dance at the drop of a hat, talk to anyone he makes eye contact with and be generally tactile under the influence. When I say tactile, I mean the arm round the shoulders/buddy thing. Which can be a little disconcerting to some people? Totally harmless but occasionally with the wrong person about as irritating as thrush. Ha Ha! We found a regular bar within spitting distance of the hotel which we made a point of finishing the day off at. It was run by two ok Spanish guys who were quite free and easy with complimentary shots of various local brews. The eastern European bar maids were quite tasty too. One evening I had the misfortune of having my drink spiked which resulted in a mild panic attack and the off chance of the would be perpetrator coming to ones aid and ultimately helping themselves to wallet, jewellery etc.
We went back to the hotel and chatted for a while, both sat on one of the single beds in our boxers with me concentrating on certain genital areas of my good mate. The chat was to bring me down after the drink spiking incident. It sort of worked. He eventually laid face down on the bed and continued to talk while I sat there watching the rise and fall of his hairy back and bottom. He complained of having a stiff neck and I offered to massage him. I knelt beside him on his bed and commenced rubbing his neck and shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he started to arch his back and then pressed his groin into the bed. I was gobsmacked to say the least and feigning shock asked him what he was doing. He pulled my hand underneath him so that I was now grasping his stiff cock. He started to hump into my hand, I of course thought all my Christmases had arrived on the same day and perhaps a little too eager, attempted to removed his boxers which he helped with. He asked if I had ever done anything like this before and I gave him some bull about experimenting as a teenager. He on the other hand had apparently not, this was allegedly his first time and I was inclined to believe him. We eventually slowed down somewhat and started kissing each other. He was very keen and I didn't discourage his ardour. He was also very vocal in his instructions to me, i.e., "wank me baby, suck my nipples" he almost shouted. I duly obliged and satisfied my own curiosity after all those years.
I wanked him and played with his balls, I went down on him and that is when I realised that maybe this was just a drunken release for him. He was quite forthright and very demanding as I was pleasuring him. I expected this to be a one off holiday thing and in the morning nothing would be said. I enjoyed exploring his body, running my hand through the rug on his chest and belly. I sucked his nipples and even turned him over to examine his hairy ass. I kissed his back and made my way down to his hairy crack, when I opened him and exposed his hole I knew I had to take full advantage of the situation and taste it. He obviously enjoyed it and yet again pulled my hand around to his cock which was a bit bigger than mine at approximately six and a half inches. Not huge by any means, but plenty for me. I continued to lick and rub him and presently he turned over and I saw his cock in all its glory staring at me like a predatory reptile. "Suck me" he said, in quite a demanding tone. He then grabbed my head and forced himself into the back of my throat. I tried to accommodate him but found it quite difficult, I also discovered what a selfish lover he could be. Not returning the compliment, albeit tentatively. He did suck me briefly and I chanced my arm and sat on his face. He instinctively put his tongue in my hole and gave me the hard on you can only dream about.
He then grabbed my cock and was pretty rough, almost taking on the persona of someone possessed. His wanking technique was almost caveman like, but I endured the pain because I needed this. He looked down at me and said with a twisted grin "you like this don't you" his face almost contorting into evil personified. I lay there looking at him and loving him at the same time. Then in one fluid movement he flipped me over and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. "You want that cock? Mmmm! You want that cock don't you". Yes I said, give it to me. And he did. Unfortunately I wasn't quite ready and certainly not relaxed enough, when he suddenly and without warning attempted to plunge it into me. Well I imagine the whole of southern Spain heard me screaming "Nooooo!"
It was my first time at being penetrated, cos I am usually the top. I managed to crawl out from underneath him and laid there, eyes streaming with tears of pain. He then gave me the option of carrying on sucking him, which I of course did never knowing if this would ever happen again. I grabbed his cock and balls and wanted to hurt him, but I'm not inherently violent so I continued to wank him while he barked his orders at me. He also bit my neck several times which I had no problem with cos the holiday snaps looked quite cool with my neck all battered and bruised. We eventually lay down and went to sleep. Me hugging my teddy bear of a man, still fascinated by his hairy chest, but he kept pushing my hand down towards his cock, and that is how we went to sleep.
In the morning we looked at each other and with trepidation, kissed and fondled one another. What initially felt like a dream was now a stark reality and we re- commenced our night before and picked up where we left off after falling asleep. My problem now was that my ass was so bruised from the unintentional rape and I was literally buggered for about three days. Sitting down and getting up was not a pleasure in the least. I didn't complain but I watched Ed's face on occasion showing a kind of regret, although nothing was mentioned. The following night was now for lovers, and that is what we became. I still thought this is going to end in three or four days time and all I'll have are some memories and some wanking thoughts back home. Boy was I ever wrong. That night we were now comfortable with each other and both more relaxed. There was none of the clumsiness of the night before, but two people willing to please each other.
The sex was good, but there was always something at the back of his mind (I suspected) that may have made him feel a bit guilty of these sinful pleasures. Sometimes he didn't even look at me when we touched or whatever. I thought, to hell with it and carried on making passes at him in the hotel room. There was no hint of anything outside of that hotel room. Although, if a girl gave him the glad eye, I returned it with my campest look as if to say, "back off bitch! He's with me". The night before flying home was exceptional, and I thought this is it lad, tomorrow we are back to normal and back to our lives in the UK. I thank goodness for digital cameras, cos I took a few snaps of his nether regions for home. He wasn't too keen and placed the pillow over his face for modesty. I on the other hand wasn't bothered, cos I knew who the body belonged to. While we were at it, and in quite a big way I might add, he said something to me that totally shocked me, and almost knocked me off my feet. "When we get home, I'm gonna fuck you in every room in my flat, bite your nipples finger your clit (which is how he referred to my ass) until you scream". Mmmmm, I thought, I that the drink talking? The following day we flew home...