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This is pure fantasy
HOUSEWARMING
Carl's housewarming was the sorriest party Pete had ever been to. Only two days before, Carl's girlfriend had broken with him, and the black mood of the host was spreading to the guests. This was not a joyful party.
Pete had mixed feelings. He had a bad crush on Carl. He had just gathered up his courage to tell his friend that he was gay (the rest would depend on his reaction) when he announced that he and Joan was an item. Then there had seemed to be no point. Pete sympathised with his friend's sorrow, yet could not help feel a bit of joy that he might get the chance after all. This made him feel guilty. But he still wanted badly to be the one to comfort Carl. He didn't think that Carl was into guys. He'd have to go slowly, to avoid scaring him off. He'd be happy if Carl would let him give him a handjob. Then maybe in time ...
The party wound down quickly. When about half the guest had left, Pete spotted their host sitting alone in a corner, looking very lonely. He sat next to him. "What are you thinking?" "Want some advice, Pete? Stay away from porn flicks." "Why?" "Joan and I thought watching a porn flick would be fun. I got one real cheap from this guy at work. Pretty standard stuff, I suppose, except this one scene which really turned me on. I asked Joan if we might do that. She freaked. We agreed to forget about it. Only she didn't. From that moment, I was a pervert in her eyes. It was only a question of when she would dumb me, not if." "Maybe it's better this way." "BETTER!! What do you mean better?" "Better than if it had happened after you were married, I mean." "Always look on the bright side of life, I suppose." "Errm ... Carl? What was it that freaked her so?" Pete was hoping it might be anal sex. "It's kind of embarrassing. Nothing unpleasant. Not for her, anyway." Huh? Pete was mystified. Carl would obviously not say more right now. Pete decided that he would be last to leave.
The guests left in quick succession. When only Pete was left, he asked: "Have you still got that flick?" "What? Oh, yeah, I've got it." "Let's watch it." "No. I'm not showing that to anyone." "It can't be that bad. So you're turned on by something a bit bizarre. What's the big deal?" "I don't want anyone to know." "Now I'll think it's something really bad." "Well, all right. I guess I need to share this with someone."
Carl fast-forwarded past what Pete supposed was standard het porn stuff. Then he slowed to viewing speed. This was a real cheap production with no sound, only some atrocious music, which Carl muted. A badly overacting woman was sitting in an armchair, looking worried. She looked at a clock. Then she heard something, and got up. A man walked into the room. She asked a question, he answered, she started scolding him. She grabbed him by the belt and dragged him to the back of the armchair. Then she removed his belt, causing him to drop his pants. She bent him over the chair and spanked him with the doubled up belt for about a minute, still scolding him. Then she worked his cock with one hand for a moment. He got up, she turned him around and had him sit on the back of the chair. She knelt and took his cock into her mouth. Carl hit rewind.
"That's it. Now you know my shameful secret," he said theatrically. "You'd like that?" "I don't know. Watching turns me on, that's for sure, and I would like to try. I don't know if I would really like it." Pete was contemplating a bold move. Carl was wearing a belt which looked suitable to his inexperienced eyes, and there was an armchair of about the right height in the room. He got up. "Come here." "Why?" "Just come over here." Carl got up. Pete grabbed him by the hips and stood him at the back of the armchair. He removed the belt. Carl's pants, refusing to follow the script, stayed up. Carl did something to the front, and they fell. Unlike the man in the flick, Carl was wearing underpants. Pete pushed him over with a flat hand between his shoulder blades, then doubled up the belt and gave him three blows like those he had seen in the movie. There was not much force behind them, but Carl flinched and made little noices in his throat at each one, so Pete knew they were doing some good. Then he tried a harder blow. "Ouw!"
Pete pulled down Carl's underpants. This earned him his first look ever at the dick he had been lusting for for a year. His own dick went from near soft to rather hard.
Emulating the woman in the flick, he gave Carl a long series of 'regular' swats, with 'one of the best' at random intervals. Not that he really used his full strength for the latter. Still following the script, he milked Carl's dick. The dick in the flick had been hard, Carl's was soft but hardened and grew quickly as Pete worked it.
Pete then did something very strange. An hour ago, he would have done practically anything to get his lips on that dick. Now he had the chance of a lifetime. He would never be able to explain why he chose to deviate from the script at this moment.
He let Carl have another series like the first one, a few harder blows among many lesser swats. He went on a bit longer this time. Then he bend over and kissed Carl right on the asshole. That send a shiver through Carl's body. He rose and gave Carl one of the best, then a few regulars. Then he went to work with his tongue. He licked Carl's rear entrance. He teased, he pried, he poked and he thrusted. He got the hole open, and his tongue in as far as it would reach. Immediately he rose and gave Carl another miniseries, again starting with one of the best. Then he tonguefucked him. He moved his tongue in and out while Carl bucked and squirmed, breathing raggedly.
Pete gave Carl a short series of regulars, then said "I'll be back in a moment." Giving him one more swat, he went to get the rubbers and lube he optimistically always carried in the pockets of his jacket. When he returned, he gave Carl a few more regular swats, then he took off his pants and underpants. Three or four more swats, then he put on a rubber. When it was so far on that he was sure it wouldn't fall off, he paused to give Carl a regular and then one of the best.
After couple of more swats with the belt, Pete poured lube over the index and middle fingers of his left hand. He shoved the middle finger into Carl's ass. Having met little resistance, he withdrew it and put in both fingers. He worked on Carl's asshole, pausing occasionally to add more lube.
Pete let Carl have two of the best, then he placed the tip of his dick against the well-lubed hole. Now how was that plan again? Go slowly, don't frighten him off, settle for a handjob. That was it. He pushed the head through the sphincter. Carl groaned. Pete waited to let Carl get used to having a dick inside him. Then he pushed in deeper. After another wait, he made a third thrust. This one had his front pressing hard against Carl's backside.
He just stood there a bit, then he started thrusting, first very slowly, then gradually picking up speed. Carl's breathing was uneven. Pete was surprised by the strength of his orgasm. He only barely managed to keep his knees from buckling.
Pete rid himself of the rubber. Then he gave Carl one of the best, and went to work on his dick with his left hand. He had intended to spank and wank him at the same time, but the position was awkward and put much strain on his tired arm. Pete settled for continues wanking and occasional spanks. Suddenly Carl gasped for breath and shivered all over. Pete let him have one last smack, using his full strength for the first time, and then kept pumping on the dick that was itself pumping man's milk all over the carpet, the upholstery, and Carl's pants.
Carl rose, rubbing his hindquarters. "Yow Pete! That was something else!" Pete helped him out of his pants and led him into the bedroom. Pete removed what clothes he was still wearing and lay down on Carl's double bed. Carl followed suit. Pete hugged him. Carl said: "That kiss was some surprise!" "Was this ... er ... have you done it with a guy before?" "Never! It's strange. When we sat down to watch that flick, I would have told you in no uncertain terms that I would never let a cock into my ass. Yet this seemed so ... appropriate. The thing to do. When you'd spanked me, you let me have it up the butt. It was just ... I'm not making sense. I guess I'm crazy." "Sorry I forgot to scold you. I'll remember next time," said Pete, trying not to let the desperate hope show in his voice. "No." Pete's heat sank. Carl went on: "Never mind scolding. There's something else, though: could you hit a bit harder next time?" This was not unlike a roller coaster ride. One moment the deepest, bitter disappointment, the next jubilant elation. "Sure." "You do this a lot?" "I've never spanked anyone in my life before. Could get used to it, though" "I mean with guys." "Not what you would call a lot, I guess. Never done it with a girl, if that's what you want to know."
Pete pulled him closer. What was that? Was Carl having a hardon? He grabbed Carl's dick. It was not quite hard, but Pete knew a cure for that. When it was, Pete picked up the lube bottle, which he had fortunately taken with him. While Carl watched in fascination, Pete lubed up his right middle finger and shoved it all the way into his own ass. He then put a rubber on Carl and stroked him, lubing up his cock. He lay on his back, spreading his legs and said: "Come." Carl moved on top on him. Pete guided the greasy cock to his hole. "In you go. Slowly! That's it. Yeah. Wait! Go on. Yeah. Yeah! Ahhh that feels good! That feels so good!" He put his right hand on Carl's butt, his left arm across his back and pulled him real close. Then he whispered in his ear: "How I've longed for this. Oh Carl, you don't know how I've longed for this."
THE END
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