Joe discovers what he really needs

Joe had really enjoyed spending last Friday night with Matt. The sex was amazing, but the intimacy was equally satisfying. His only disappointment was that Matt could be no more than a fuck-buddy, for now at least.

At the same time, he was still dwelling on his recent sexual adventures, in particular how much pleasure he had taken from being a ‘bottom’, a role that was new and unfamiliar to him. It wasn’t just being fucked (he’d taken another man’s cock on a few occasions before) but allowing himself to be pissed on and fisted, and really getting off on it, that puzzled him. Where was this coming from, challenging his self-image as an alpha gay man?

He thought a sounding-board might help, but couldn’t bring himself to talk to any of his usual circle of friends about this, so instead he texted Carter:

“Ok M8? Fancy coming round for a meal tonight?”

“What, like a date!!!” 😲

“Fuck off, Carter. Are you coming or not?”

“Coming. What time?”

“Say 8pm?”

“CU then. What number flat?”

“403 on the fourth floor, next to the stairwell”

Joe was no chef, but he did a passable spaghetti bolognaise. Carter pitched up just after eight with a bottle of red wine. For the first time, Joe saw him dressed in something other than the dirty overalls or camos and dirty boots that were his (very horny) trademark. He was wearing a red T-shirt, grey fleece shorts and red Adidas hi-top trainers. Joe clocked the large tattoo on his left leg and was very taken with the taut muscles on his legs, which matched his ripped torso and arms.

“You scrub up ok.” Joe said, liking the different look.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” Carter replied, giving Joe a sloppy, playful kiss. Joe was wearing similar gear to Carter, but with Nike trainers.

“Beer?”

“Thanks.” Carter replied, sitting back in Joe’s sofa. The two men drank their beers, chatting idly about their day and other stuff. After forty minutes or so, Joe motioned to the small table. He uncorked and poured Carter’s wine and served up the pasta. Carter ate heartily, complimenting Joe on his culinary skills, but he noticed that his host seemed a bit pensive and preoccupied.

“What’s up mate?” Carter asked, finally. “You don’t seem your usual cheery self.”

“Oh, just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Well, it’ll sound a bit dumb when I say it out loud, but since I met you a month ago, I’ve had some of the best sex in my life.”

“Why, thank you, I try to please!” replied Carter, laughing.

“Not just with you, you prick!” Joe fired back.

“OK, so why is having some of the best sex in your life a downer?”

“Because it involved me being fucked, pissed on, and even fisted by Matt last Friday.

“My, how you’ve grown, my little one, and how much you’ve learned!” joked Carter, misjudging Joe’s mood.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Luke! I’m trying to have a serious conversation and you’re just taking the piss out of me!”

“Sorry, Joe.” replied Carter, chastened. “I was being a prick. Go on.”

“It’s just not how I regard myself as a gay man. I’ve always been on top and in control, whether it’s a one-night-stand or a relationship.”

“Hang on, are you saying that bottoming makes you feel less of a man? Jeez, what chapter of the Old Testament did you read that in? I know it says, “better to give than to receive”, but seriously?”

“It’s just that you…”

“What about me?” Carter interrupted. “You think I’ve never been pissed on or had a guy’s cock or fist up my arse? Wow!” he continued, beginning to laugh, despite himself.

Joe’s eyes widened at the inference from what Carter had just said.

“Look Joe, yeah, I’m mainly a top and choosy about who I let in the back door, but if it feels right, it is right. It’s just sex, what you do and enjoy, not who you are, and being fucked, pissed on or even fisted doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“Joe was taken aback, both by Carter’s tacit admission and the force of his argument. I think I’m beginning to understand that.” he said.

“Anyway, just because I’m bottoming doesn’t mean I’m not still in control. Maybe it’s time I showed you.”

Carter stood up, pulled Joe to his feet and began to kiss him passionately. He pulled off Joe’s T-shirt and caressed his torso. Carter then fell to his knees and untied Joe’s shorts, easing them down until Joe’s erect cock sprung out.

Carter took Joe’s cock in his mouth and sucked it gently while caressing his arse. Joe reached down and pulled Carter’s T-shirt up over his head, throwing it to the side. After a while, Carter stood up, his erect cock like a flag-pole inside his shorts, with a large circle of pre-cum soaking through at its tip.

Carter pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, and Joe did the same. Both men were naked apart from their trainers and they embraced and kissed each other passionately.

Joe began to drop to his knees, but Carter pulled him up and said,

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Joe sat on the bed and went to untie his trainers, but Carter stopped him.

“Keep ‘em on and make an old man happy.” He said, grinning. Carter pushed Joe back onto the bed and went down on his cock again, taking its full length in his mouth and throat. After a while, he asked, “Where’s your lube?” Joe gestured to the bedside cabinet and Carter reached in and pulled out a tube. He lubed up Joe’s cock and his own arse before straddling him on the bed, slowly lowering himself down.

Joe felt Carter’s hand on his cock, carefully guiding it up into his hole. After some resistance, Joe felt himself slipping inside. Carter moved up and down rhythmically on Joe’s cock, wanking himself at the same time. After a good while, he raised himself off Joe’s cock and rolled onto his back on the bed. The two men kissed and caressed each other again, then Carter said:

“Fuck me, Joe, hard, like your life depended on it.”

Joe stood up, held Carter’s trainers and moved his legs wide apart, He pushed his cock back into the mechanic’s hole, pounding him as hard as he could while the Carter jacked himself off, never breaking eye-contact. Eventually, Carter began to groan loudly and a fountain of cum erupted from his cock, showering his chest and face.

“Cum over my face.” Carter ordered Joe, who pulled out of Carter’s hole and straddled his chest. Carter licked and sucked on Joe’s cock until he came all over his face and into his mouth. He then wiped the cum from his face with his hand and offered his fingers to Joe to suck, which he did.

The two men collapsed on the bed together, covered in a sticky mess, but blissfully relaxed and happy in each other’s arms.

“So, does that make me less of a man in your eyes?” Carter asked Joe, already knowing the answer to that question. After a while, they got up and showered together, still kissing and caressing each other’s bodies.

“Do you want to stay the night?” asked Joe as they were towelling off.

“Yeah, why not. Only because it’s handy for work though.” Both men laughed.

“Better change the sheets though. We made a hell of a mess in there!”

As they lay in bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms, Joe asked, “So, the trainers thing? Is that a fetish of yours?”

“Yep, always has been. I almost never have sex without my boots or trainers on, and like my fuck-mates to do the same.”

“I could get into that, assuming you’re up for another shag.”

“Only if I get to fuck you senseless next time, without you having a crisis about your manhood.”

“I think we’ve put that to bed.” Joe replied.

They kissed and fell asleep.