Tom's Wild Summer

I rolled on my back to rest a little longer and thirty seconds later I heard the door slam as Tyler left.

"Damn, that ass of yours looks good when you cum.  Is that how you keep it so firm" Wolf asked from a short distance away.  I could see a devilish grin on his face too.  "So, how was he?" he then asked.

"Really good.  I think he knows that he can satisfy his urges with casual sex and not jeopardize his relationship now.  Hopefully his boyfriend is taking advantage of it too.  A bunch of sweaty firemen fucking each other would be hot to watch" I replied.

"Mmm, horny firemen.  I like that idea" he said.  I noticed that he was getting closer with each word I said.  In hindsight, I should have watched him closer rather than looking up at the ceiling as I finished my sentence.

His boots, jeans and jock were gone when he climbed up on the platform.  I was nervous and yet captivated seeing him approach. 

"You know, I think Tyler is probably versatile.  He's got a great cock that I bet some of the bottom guys would love to take care of" I told Wolf with a grin.

"Hmm, that's good do know.  He stated up front that he was faithful to his boyfriend, but with your help today, he might be willing to play a little.  We just can't put too much pressure on him" Wolf replied.

"At least until his boyfriend comes back from work" I said.  

Wolf worked his way closer, not to my body but to my head.  I quickly realized what he wanted, at least at first.  The shaft seemed to get longer and harder the closer he came.  It might have been an illusion but I didn't think so.  The ring on the end was much larger than Dan's in both thickness and diameter.  The style was different too.  Wolf's was a horseshoe shaped one with large balls on each end and Dan's was a full circle with a smaller ball trapped in the middle. 

By the time he got close, I had turned on to my side with my eye glancing up to his and then back to the cock in front of me.   He gently rubbed the tip over my lips, almost teasing them to open.  It seemed the right thing to do since keeping them closed was delaying the inevitable.  My lips parted and my tongue came out, flicking first over the ring and then around the head.  He didn't force anything, he just let me work at my own pace.

My tongue licked over the whole shaft and when I got underneath it I took a few passes over his hairy balls.  The concentrated scent a guy gives off down there can be intoxicating and I was breathing in his musk as much as tasting the sweat.  Working my way back to the tip, he could tell my nervousness and said calmly "Just watch your teeth... Nothing to be afraid of."

Afraid was actually a good word.  It had taken me several attempts before I was able to take Dan's cock down into my throat with his much smaller ring and I wasn't sure I was ready to jump to something much larger.  Wolf was much gentler than I expected.  He let me work at my own pace, taking him deeper until I felt the piercing hit my throat.  I let my tongue dance around the shaft, trying to relax enough to let it in.  Using a few tricks that Dan and Alex taught me, I took a deep breath and pushed in, willing myself not to gag.

I had deep throated a few guys, some of them with longer cocks than Wolf's but all were thinner and none had a hunk of steel at the end of their dicks.  Two times I tried and failed on his, gagging and almost spitting his cock out of my mouth.  The third time was when I succeeded.  I don't know whether I was trying to prove to him that I could do it or to myself.  He didn't force it and I just let it go in slowly until my nose was in his pubic hair.

After a few seconds my throat gave a couple squeezes making Wolf moan.  His body seemed to tremble too.  When I pulled back he put his hand on the back of my head, giving me the sign to go back down.  After a few shallow bobs, I took all of his shaft back in, massaged his cock with my throat a moment and then resumed the shorter movements.  This continued for several more rounds before he pulled back, letting the glans and ring slip past my lips.  Looking up I saw a huge grin on his face.

The pause didn't last long before he moved around behind me, giving my hips a tug up and getting me on all fours.  "Ah... that's a sweet looking ass, Tom.   Y'all ready for this?"  he asked.

"No, I'm not.  It's been years since I had anyone fuck me" were the thoughts running through my head.  Instead, the words that came out of my mouth were a trembling "I dunno...  please go easy... it's been a long time."

Wolf chuckled before replying "Ah... that talented mouth and dick have been having all the fun, huh?   Yeah, I'll start gentle."   The next several minutes were spent with a strong tongue and fingers opening my ring up.  One thing that surprised me was how good it felt to have his bearded face between my ass as his tongue worked it's magic.  I enjoyed rimming a bottom before I fucked him, but I had never been on the receiving end before.  A few quick thoughts of whether my scruffy or shaved face felt good to those bottoms or if my tongue felt as good as Wolf's did were quickly replaced when he dug his tongue in deeper.

He slowly migrated from tongue action to fingers which meant that it wouldn't be long before my ass was going to feel what my throat did earlier.  My ass felt slick with his spit and when I heard him spit a few more times on my hole I knew that time was almost there.   Seconds later, I felt the piercing and head at my entrance followed by a bit of drool running down from just above my hole into the crater.   "Relax... you can do it" he said softly.  After a big breath, I willed my body to do just that.

The pressure was more than I remembered, but the years had made it a faded memory.  I'd never felt a pierced cock go in me either, so that was also a new sensation.  He was a lot thicker than the other two guys that had fucked me years before.  With his cock partially inside me, he paused a few moments to let me get used to it.  When he began a rocking motion a few seconds later, it felt good.  It was a lot better than I remembered it, but then my previous bottoming attempts were with guys just as clueless as I was as far as sex was concerned.

Wolf had a gentle, yet firm, touch.  The strokes got longer until I was taking most of his cock with each one.  Occasionally he'd stop and I'd feel a little spit drip down before he'd begin again.   It was about five minutes until he gave a hard thrust to plunge all of his shaft in me.  We were totally connected, his hips on my ass and his cock deep inside me.  It reminded me of how I usually fucked a new guy and I was preparing myself for the harder thrusts that were about to come.

They did and Wolf was surprisingly aggressive.  Once he'd opened me up, he want a more energetic fuck.  It wasn't rough, but I could feel the nearly full length strokes.  My body acclimated to the cock inside me with plenty of spit and precum helping it plow inside.  I relaxed once I knew I could take it and slowly fucked myself back into each of his forward thrusts.  

When his hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, I knew he was going to go harder.  He did, but it was only a little harder, at least to begin with.  I don't think I noticed that he kept drilling me with a little more intensity every minute or so but then I heard the slap of our bodies as they slammed together.  Any doubts that I had that I could take Wolf's dick had vanished by then.   

He had opened me slowly and while my nearly virgin hole was tight, he knew how to make it only slightly painful in the beginning and pleasurable from then on.  With the long strokes he was making I began to rock back into each thrust.  It was somewhat involuntary, just like when I'd clamp down on his shaft every few thrusts.  I had a new appreciation for what the guys I fucked went through.  This was a much better experience than the last time I bottomed.  Still, I preferred to top and it would take the right guy and situation to get me to bottom again.

Wolf's pace started to speed up.  I only realized when the slaps as his hips bounced off my ass got louder and I felt his sweat drip on to me.  Some of the thrusts pushed his cock against my prostate sending jolts through my body.  Soon, I heard a few grunts from him that were soon joined by my own.  When I'd gotten used to the the drilling he suddenly pulled completely out.  The pause without a cock in me was surprisingly long, but I heard him growl a second before he shoved back in to the base.  It knocked the air out of me and I think I whimpered a little since I heard a soft "sorry" come from him.

The strokes after that were short and slower as he fought off the impending orgasm.   It was for naught, since less than a minute later I felt him plant his cock in.  I could feel him quiver.  My ring clamped down on his shaft, letting me feel each pulse from his cock.  Seconds later, an arm wrapped around my body a moment before I felt his chest on my back.  Wolf's hips rolled a couple times working the last couple ropes of cum from his balls.  My dick was still hard and I looked down to see a puddle of my own cum on the vinyl covered platform.

I hadn't remembered shooting my load, I was just concentrating on Wolf's orgasm and how good it felt to get him off.  That was a new feeling too.  When I topped I always loved to feel a bottom cum while I was inside him but I never thought it could be an involuntary thing and that an orgasm would never be the thing at the forefront of my consciousness.  

We stood there with me still on all fours holding us up with Wolf's cock deep inside me slowly softening.  His head was nestled next to mine with his beard against my face and shoulder.  Both of us were breathing heavy but slowly it returned to normal.  Neither of us moved and I hoped Wolf enjoyed feeling my body next to his as much as I did.

"Thanks for indulging me.  That was even better than I imagined" Wolf said.  As usual, there was a few second pause before he continued.  "This stays just between us... It's nice having another top guy around and I don't want anyone to get any ideas.  I learned the hard way that once word gets out you find some people change their impression of you."  I nodded as he crawled off of me.   

I didn't move for several seconds, reveling with the strange feeling of a sore, very wet hole with cum dripping off my balls.  Eventually, I reached for my trunks and jeans.  He got dressed too, well jeans and boots since our shirts were probably still too wet to put on and were at least fifty feet away. "That doesn't mean that we can't do this again.  Maybe flip, even.  But it's gotta be in private.  Just let me know" he said.