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Something fast that spun up when I thought of trips to the UK and my early days and meeting older, more assertive men. Been writing from a top’s perspective lately but it’s time for our protagonist to get a nice firm cock up him again as it’s the easiest to write naturally. Comments are desired and appreciated and hopefully I haven’t mangled UK english too badly from memory.
The quaint and old streets were something I marveled at. Much of it likely built before the US was founded. I was a naïve 19 in the UK and I still gawked like a tourist. The university was likewise majestic and old.
In my free time I walked through different parts of the coastal town. It was big enough and the university was almost at the center near the river. I wandered about a couple of weeks in.
I have to admit I enjoyed the fact I could drink here legally whereas at home I couldn’t. As the rain began to pour I ducked into the pub thinking a nice pint while waiting it out. Approaching the bar I noticed the bartender looking me up and down and thought it odd for the UK but soon had my pint and took it back to a table along with pasty as I settled in.
The pub was fairly empty and the bartender came out from behind the bar and busied himself arranging chairs and tables to his liking. I couldn’t help but notice he was extremely large. Like NFL lineman sized. Probably at least 66 and massively thick while not being fat. Must be a rugby player based on all that. I would imagine tackling him would not be for the faint hearted.
I looked down at my phone when I heard him. “So from your accent I’m guessing your from America. Vacation or work?”
I’d found it was bit unusual to have small talk in the UK and in fact I was a bit surprised. It had been difficult to get to know anyone except my fellow Americans here so far.
“Yeah, California in fact. Here studying at the university on exchange for the year.”
“Well let me pour you a pint as a welcome. Do you want something to eat as well?”
I had built a fish and chips habit up by now and they claimed theirs were hand breaded, fresh from the docks so I ordered that. My budget didn’t allow for eating out all that much but I figured I’d indulge myself this time.
The pint appeared and the food not much later as the bartender who introduced himself as Jeremy would come over to talk.
The food was delicious. Little bits of almost rock salt embedded in the breading and generous portions. The pint became two and the lovely buzz of the alcohol. I nodded when he asked if I wanted a third.
It was slow motion. The glass turned over and its contents slid effortlessly along the tabletop to drench the front of my pants.
“Sorry about that mate. Let me throw those in wash for you. Don’t worry about paying. Least I can do. You can wait upstairs in my flat and I’ll send up another pint while you wait.”
The booze made me agreeable and I didn’t have any place to be. It had been the most conversation I had had in my time here so far.
The flat was nicely sized for the UK with lots of windows and a modern layout.
“Alright then, strip down and I’ll get these in the wash.
“Hey, I’m a bit grotty at the moment. Had to get up early for a delivery. I’m going to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home.”
I looked at my phone and sipped the pint which slipped down easily. The door opened and to my surprise Jeremy walked through completely nude and I averted my eyes but not before taking in his thickly furred chest and a thick and long dangling cock that extended a third of the way down his thigh.
“Do you want another pint or some tea?… “
“Uh… Sure… tea”
I had my eyes down still. The image of his manhood burned into my brain. That so masculine body. Suddenly feeling very much my 19 years in the presence of it.
“Let me put on the kettle…” I looked up and saw him moving through the kitchen. Now seeing all of him at close range. It twitched and thickened and I stared uncomprehending as it seemed like the blood flow into his fleshly cudgel was visible. The shaft lifting away from his leg and rising quickly to fortyfive degrees.
“I think our tea will have to wait” he said as he moved next to me and picked up my hand to place on his appendage.
It was hot and silky and throbbing. The first cock I’d ever touched other than my own. “Rub it lad. Pet it like a live thing… “
And I did. Not really thinking of what I was doing but pleased by the warm softness. “First cock for you…?”
That broke me from my cock induced stupor and I went to move my hand but his quickly engulfed mine and kept it there.
“Keep it there lad and keep stroking. Take something home to America other than book learning.”
His voice was authoritative and I felt the urge to please. My hand moving up and down the shaft.
“That’s it, give it a pet” as it stood absolutely erect now. A liquid drop at the tip.
“Stand up and let’s get a better look at you…” When I did I felt his large hand engulf my round cheek and another around my cock and balls.
“Got a lovely round arse lad…” he said as he palmed said arse thoroughly. Fingertips slid under the fabric of my underwear and I soon found them halfway down my thighs.
Those fingers strayed to my crack and I felt my cheeks pried apart and a thick finger pressed its pad against my private hole.
I shivered at that. The feeling electric and forbidden. A tingling that shot from my hole up through my cock and into my lower belly and it made me slightly nauseous as the adrenaline peaked.
“Do you know what buggery is lad?”
“Uh.. No.. ” came my tremulous voice. The finger rolled now. Front and back. Massaging me there.
“What about sodomy?”
“Uh… No…”
He pulled his finger from between my buttocks and pressed it into my mouth.
“Suck it lad. Make it wet…” and god help me I did until he pulled it from my mouth and I felt the wet digit back at my entrance. Prodding and pushing. I gave a start when I felt it slip in the entrance.
“Buggery and sodomy are the same thing. It’s when a man takes his prick and puts it up the bottom of the receiver. You ever had something up this lovely arse?”
I gulped loudly “No…” His finger slid up me them all the way and I gasped at the foreign feeling.
“Well I’m going to bugger you lad. Put my prick right up this cute, round arse and fuck it. I’ll be gentle but I’m going to take you like a stallion takes a mare. Go over to the bedstand and lean over, bum up while I get a few things” he ordered.
I found myself waddling that way wondering what I had gotten myself into. Unable to say no to this older man with the compelling voice.
“Get that arse up” and his hand pushed between my shoulder blades until my cheek hit the mattress.
Oil dripped between my cheeks then and fingers anointed my wrinkled flesh before I felt the first one slide in until his palm pressed against my crease. “Lovely tight passage you have lad. Built to take pricks up it”
“Oooofff… ” the air rushed from my lungs as another beefy digit was introduced into my fundament and the slightly nauseous feeling returned.
“Breathe deep and relax. I’m patient. We’ll wait until your arse gets used to having visitors. Glad to be the first.”
I puffed there heavily. Trying to will myself to accept it. The skin stretched to the breaking point around those fingers as I struggled with the idea that I had a man’s fingers in me and after a few minutes I felt the muscles grow more slack.
“That’s it” he murmured and began moving the fingers in and out as I squirmed there. “Imagine me hard prick splitting you. Deeper than this of course cos I do have a right big prodder.”
“Uhh… What are you doing to me… ” I was shivering in pleasure as he tickled me inside and I couldn’t restrain bucking back against it as he massaged my walls.
“Giving your gland a rub there boy. A cock rubbing your joy button will make you spend quickly. Wiggle your arse now.”
I didn’t really register his last comment and my right cheek suddenly stung with a sudden slap and another on the left cheek.
“Wiggle your arse boy. Have to say though that your red arse looks rather fetching.”
I did my best. Wiggling with the probing digits plumbing my depths. My skin still stinging from the swats.
I felt the fingers slide out and gave a little mew that he laughed at. “You’ll be filled back up soon enough. It’s time to take your virgin arse and break it in for some good old fashioned English buggery. Learn what the public school lads here are all about.”
He moved into view as he squeezed the lube bottle in to his hand and coated that large, veiny member thoroughly. The worry in the pit of my stomach grew seeing just how very large he was but then he was out of view.
The sense he was behind me was punctuated by the feel of his hot, hard knob pressing against my entrance. The pressure became more and I whimpered a little as the flesh parted and felt the hot hardness find it’s way.
“Just what you need my little Yank. A day of buggering”
“You’re too big. You’re not going to fit… ” I could feel a bit of panic rising. He felt huge back there.”
Suddenly there was an acrid smell as his hand slid up to my face. “Breath deep boy. It will help you enjoy the sodomy sooner.”
I couldn’t help but smell it and my head became a bit light but both hands on my hips pulled back and he slid far up me as I squirmed on his cock. A butterfly on a pin was the visual that ran through my mind.
“Awwwh… You feel delicious. First one up your arse. A crying shame nobody has seen to it before but as your English cousin I’m glad it’s me.”
“So full, so big and deep… ” I’m not sure I was complaining or just marveling.
“Yeah you got over 20 centimeters up your arse. Me balls are aching to put you up the duff too.”
He rocked back and forth. Controlling my body and probing my deepest recesses after almost exiting. And I couldn’t stop squirming.
“That’s right boy. Work that arse. Going to give you my cream soon enough…”
I felt him clutch and shudder fully ensconced. The extra wetness noticeable around the cock still in me.
“I’m not going anywhere my boy. Just marinate in your juices a bit before giving it another go. Haven’t spilled any jism for a few days and that’s just unnatural I’d say. Turned out to be good fortune meeting up with you Yank.”
He pumped a little and I moaned as I felt him hit my spot. His cock pistoned smoothly now. Like a well honed cylinder slipping up me. “Yes you are a little hussy then aren’t you. Just as I like my fem boys. Gonna last a bit this time since you’re broken in a bit.”
The sodomizing cock seemed to be back to it’s full size as I felt it plunge in and out and I could feel my own excitement rise.
And just like that he stopped. Still fully inserted and I moaned on protest.
“Ask me to sodomize your cute little arse then and you’ll get it back.”
“Sodomize me, Please!” I wanted that ticklish feeling back.
“I’m not sure you really want it…”
“Give it to me… Fuck my arse… Bugger me with that big prick… ” I bucked back against him and moaned like a little whore.
“That’s right… You’re a dirty little piece…. Wanting my spend…”
“Please… I’m going to…”
“Oh you want to spend do you?… With a cock up your fat arse.”
I moaned when he pulled out just then. Whining at my sudden emptiness but he deftly rolled me over face up and tugged my hips to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs back to my chest.
The almost anonymous nature of being taken from behind was replaced by close proximity and familiarity. I saw his large, wet cock moving towards my center between my legs and then felt it slide up my well juiced hole. His face loomed above me as well. A study in concentration between my ankles that framed his face.
The thrusting commenced again and he was tapping on something deep inside and the flesh slipped in and out. My hole must have been huge with him and he leaned forward more which made my ass come up off the bed and allowed every last millimeter of his cock to press in. Whatever restriction that had limited him gave way and he grunted in pleasure.
“So did you wake up this morning and think you’d be lying back today with a bloody big cock up your arse my little American?” He said with a grin.
I found my voice, however strained, coming breathily as I absorbed him. “Nuh… Nuh.. No”. I quivered with the effort of it all.
Now you’d think that just lying back and taking it wouldn’t be such an effort but it was. Every muscle straining as I received him. Feeling the strain of having one’s ring stretched wide to the brink that it felt like something might break in me.
Jeremy must have sensed my distraction and reached down with a beefy hand to grasp my cock which lay back against my stomach. I moaned at the sudden stimulation of it for the first time not centered on my ass.
“You’re a natural boy. Made for buggery. You’ll be coming on my cock soon enough.” He twisted smoothly and stroked as I whimpered with the pleasure of it all.
The ejaculate fired copiously and spontaneously. A quantity much greater than I had ever seen. Spraying my chest, neck and even my chin with the heated juice.
“There you go lad. Get it all out of ya for your first cock before I spend again.”
That left me as a rag doll and he used me as a sheath for his lust then. I was beyond caring anyway. Laying back covered in my own juices.
Finally his face went into a rictus and I could feel him jerk as he jammed himself in as far as he could go while grunting.
“Put a babe in your belly for sure” he said as he pulled out and left that yawning void between my greasy cheeks. “Stay there and I’ll bring a washcloth” he ordered.
Thankfully it was warm and he scrubbed my emissions from my front before grasping my ankles and pulling up my hips to clean my freshly ravaged crease. “That’ll do for now but you’ll be leaking a bit today. Go use the bidet, bathe and you’ll probably want a bit of paper in your Y fronts. I’ll go grab your pants. They should be dry by now.”
I heaved myself up, suddenly sore and conscious of the dull, well used ache between my legs and the liquid feeling up there. Walking bow legged to the bidet and spraying between my cheeks as I washed myself again.
The ring was loose, slack and a bit sore as I felt around. A single finger slid up there easily and I rinsed out as best I could.
The shower felt great but I was suddenly a bit ashamed as I walked back in the room and went to dress. “Nothing to feel ashamed at lad. You’re a good fuck. Come on down when you’re ready and have a pint and a bit to eat.”
With that he left and I dressed slowly. His recommendation of paper in my underwear was well heeded. Moist and lubricated, more of his spend was already slipping down again.
A pint was set in front of me at a table towards the back along with a plate of chips and meat pasty.
Jeremy was tending around the bar but then wiped his hands and sat down at the table.
“Thanks lad for quite an afternoon delight. I hope you’ll come back soon. I quite enjoyed our shag and would like to do it again. Drink all you want, it’s on the house. That said, I wouldn’t hang around too long when the regulars get here for now. Not sure you’re ready for all that.”
“What do you mean? ” I was genuinely confused.
“This is a gay bar lad. The regulars would smell it on you and unless you’re quick you might find yourself getting more than you bargained for. Cute face, cute arse, that freshly shagged look. They can get pretty pushy and you’d be like catnip in your current state.”
“Oh…” the thought of being the hunted was both scary and slightly arousing.
“They’re already nudging one another… Hand me your phone and I’ll give you my number. Call when you like and come by for a pint and a meal. I don’t work Mondays if I can help it either.”
I walked out with some leering eyes. My gait a bit wobbly as I was really feeling now what I had just done. Glancing at my phone I looked at his contact. He’d put it in as just Jeremy.
The following days were a combination of guilty recrimination and lust. My poor ring had been abused I found. A hand mirror found it red, swollen and noticeably used when I examined it that night in the privacy of my room. It leaked too for a day with his spunk and I awoke to ignominy of my underwear stuck between my cheeks.
Was I now gay? I had certainly just had gay and let a man ejaculate inside of me. I still looked at the girls though. The sway of their bums and bounce of their breasts along with lust. Would I do it again? Well the swell in my pants whenever I thought of the raw, unbridled we had sort of answered things.
I went to a nearby shop and found myself purchasing lube and a dildo. I’m sure my face matched the pink décor as the clerk nonchalantly rang up the veined rubber phallus. Rushing home I was soon bent over ass high, attempting to cram it deeply into myself while tugging on my cock.
Walking in front of the pub that Monday I debated going in but the nervous energy in my stomach propelled me through the door. Jeremy wasn’t evident so I asked the bartender who smirked just a little and made a call upstairs.
He came down all smiles. “Colin, get Conor a brown ale and a menu. On my tab.”
“Good to see you lad. You’re looking well” and he escorted me to a table in the far corner.
“Been missing that sweet arse of yours” he whispered and I blushed like a neon sign which made him laugh.
“This is the last place for any shame my boy. You’re not the first to get buggered here and judging from the other night, probably not even the last one.”
I demurred at that. I understood the logic of what he said but then there was my limited experience with it.
I picked something from the menu when my pint arrived and not much later the food arrived as well. “Can I interest you in sitting upstairs lad? Grab your beer and I’ll take your plate. Seems like you might want to talk in a more private place. Not that you should worry but still.”
I stood and followed him up to the apartment above the bar. We sat at his small table why I ate and finally pushed the plate away. My beer was empty too.
“You want me to call down for another or would you like a dram of what I’m going to have?”
“What you have I guess” and he pulled out two tumblers and poured us both a healthy amount. Lifting his glass he gestured. “Cheers my boy” and we clinked glasses “… To rampant buggery and tender, tight young arses.” His grin was ear to ear.
“So my boy, we’re alone now. What brings you back to my establishment?”
I stuttered. Not willing to verbalize my thoughts yet. “Umm… Umm…” he must think I’m stupid.
“How about I help Conor since this is hard. You just nod. You think you can do that?” I nodded.
“I think you can’t stop thinking about last week” and I nodded tentatively.
“You’ve been thinking of my cock up your arse and how you came so hard getting buggered.” Again I nodded. Staring at the floor now.
“You’re hoping I’ll bend you over, bugger you again like a little tart and cream up in you.” I hesitated a second before nodding.
“I think you’re wearing far too many clothes for that to happen and you need to strip off, go into the bedroom and show me your arse. Leave those cute little shoes and that tshirt on though. You don’t need to nod, you just need to do.”
My face burning, the fingers moved automatically. Sliding buttons through the holes. And it was so very odd to be standing there with what was left. My top covered but my bare ass and legs on display.
He wanted to see my ass so I leaned over his bed. “Adorable Conor. I must always insist you come visit wearing something like that.”
A hand came and caressed my bare buttocks. Stroking and rubbing then tugging them apart to expose my most secret spot.
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