My Seducer's Arsehole

I met Lou on holiday in Greek island of Corfu. We were staying in the same hotel and after a couple of days vaguely noticing each other we started saying hi. On the third night we found ourselves the only people in the hotel bar. I had been out for dinner and a bit of women-watching and he had done a few bars.

We started chatting about all the usual stuff: I'm English, he's American and we were both one last-minute breaks and hoping to find a woman or two to amuse ourselves with.

Around 11pm the bartender closed up because it wasn't worth staying open. Lou said he had some Southern Comfort in his room, so we went there. He put some music on his iPod trough a little speaker that didn't make it very loud but had a decent full sound. We talked, daydreamed and drank and the main topic of conversation was women.

After a while we got onto sexual CVs, what we had and had not done. Threesome with two girls: he had but I hadn't. Threesome with two guys: again, he had and I hadn't. I reckon people lie about that sort of thing; I don't think as many men have done it as claim they have. Then Lou said

"Have you ever fucked a woman up the ass?"

"Yeah," I said, pleased to be able to tick a box for a change.

"Did you like it?" Lou followed up.

"Sure," I said. "Not as much as a vagina, but there's something extra naughty about anal."

Lou nodded and said,

"You're right about that. It's like really primitive, really ignorant and if you're not primitive so you know what you're doing, it's just dirty. And as intimate as fuck."

We both stared into space and took a drink while we thought about moments from the past. I was wearing a t shirt and jeans. He had on a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, and he started unbuttoning mersin escort the shirt, so that his hairy chest was on display. He was stroking his chest and nipples, absentmindedly, I assumed. His hand briefly touched the front of his shorts as he said,

"So do you think a man's asshole is the same as a woman's? Got to be, right?" He added the second bit when I was slow to respond to the first. I grunted.

"I suppose so." What was running through my mind was a quote from the novelist Kingsley Amis, who said "he only thing wrong with a penis is there's always man on the end." I knew exactly what he meant. I had fantasised about sex with man countless times, but when it came down to it, just didn't find men attractive. Not Johnny Depp, who is pretty feminine, really, nor the other end of the spectrum, the rugged, manly men, who were not usually to be found among actors but sportsmen and the like. I could enjoy a long, horny want about a mature, overweight, hairy guy in the hardware store, but it never went any further than that.

Lou was that type. Aged 45, tall, overweight and with red hair - a lot of it - on his arms, legs and chest. A tingle went through my cock as I realized he was basically what I was looking for, if in fact I was looking for a homosexual encounter. I started to half hope he would follow his remarks up; maybe he would make a move on me.

"Yeah," he said dreamily. "Got to be the same sensation, hasn't it." Again I grunted my cowardly agreement.

"Would you like to find out?" he said after a pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to fuck me?" he said firmly, summoning up the courage. I was stunned. I had expected him to suggest fucking me, not me fucking him, and to be honest I would mugladh.com have preferred that. He read my mind.

"And we could switch if we wanted. Come on: you get to fuck and ass: nobody has to know it was a man's ass."

My silence was a cringing, adolescent admission of desire.

"I got some lube and condoms by the bed," Lou said, gaining in confidence. "You can get your rocks off and if you just want to get up and go afterwards, that's okay."

With that he stood up and walked over to the king size bed, threw his shirt on a chair and sat on the edge, looking at me.

Thinking about it rationally, I realized it would not be the admission to myself that I had a gay side, which I had always struggled with. I could still be the man, the instigator, the aggressor.

I walked to the wall and turned off the light, and arrived at the bed just as Lou's shorts hit the chair. He lay back, revealing a big bulge in his underpants. He took my hand and placed it on the soft cotton mountainous region and I felt his balls wriggle under my touch. My hand instinctively gripped his swelling cock.

I pulled Lou's underpants down and off, just as I would a girl's, but with a log to negotiate on the way. It wasn't very dark in the room even with the lights off, and I could clearly make out a nice, shapely erection.

Although the deal was to fuck him only, I couldn't resist the urge for foreplay. I knelt on the floor, took his cock in my hand and plunged my mouth over it. I sucked Lou's cock with a mixture of fascination and lust. Then he broke free and turned over.

"Lick my ass," he whispered, pushing it into the air. This was one of my favourite things with women, so I got down to it without further ado. It was different because the body I was touching was hairy, and the smell from his bush was different from a woman's. But his asshole smelled and tasted the same. I was in rimmer's heaven, licking this person's arse.

Unable to restrain myself, I reached around to grab his cock and wanked him as I licked. He was moaning, almost growling with lust as my tongue licked his most private parts.

" Fuck. You like that, don't you?" Lou said quietly. "You're supposed to be fucking my ass, not worshiping it." He was right: that's what I was doing.

"Where's the stuff?" I whispered. He reached out a hand and tossed the lube and condoms on the bed.

For practical reasons I had to leave the little cul-de-sac of paradise, but there was an uncontrollable tough of tenderness in my fingers as they worked lube into his crack. In my nervous state I fumbled with the condom sachet before eventually extracting the object and rolling it onto my straining, urgent cock.

Lou was on his hands and knees as if he'd done this before and knew his role by heart. I knelt behind him and felt my cock lodge happily in his entrance. For a millisecond I thought of grabbing the pendulous breasts that should have been hanging nearby, but instead I held Lou's cock before staabilising myself with my hands and pushing into him. He gasped and said,

"Aaah! That's right. Now just fuck me."

I pushed and pulled and slid in and out.

"Fucking fuck me!" Lou gasped, his vocabulary having followed my inhibitions out the window. I fucked hm some more and harder, but it's not the same as being in a vagina, it doesn't grip your cock the same, and I withdrew. Lou stayed in position as I didn't leave him altogether. I pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor. Then, still kneeling behind him, I wanked myself until a torrent of my spunk rushed out and spat into his crack. Lou reached behind and pressed some of my silver sauce into his arse.