Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 22:14:07 +0000
From: M1 1DPJez Holford <jezholford@hotmail.com>
Subject: Scoring a fuck

This is a mostly true story, which took place in the
early 90s at a university in northern England. I suppose
really I should call it "the first time I took it up the
arse".

I was a first-year student, aged 19, trying to find my
feet in a new city away from home, and trying at long
last to accept the fact I was gay. I had managed to come
out to one or two people, though I lied and claimed to be
bisexual, in fact I even had a short-lived relationship
with a woman in my first year. But really I knew I needed
cock and had done for years. I'd had some mutual wanking
sessions with a mate in my teens, and sucked on a mate's
cock one night when we were paralytically drunk, but that
was it. I'd been at college for months and hadn't met
anyone. All the gay guys I had met were not my type at
all, really camp, or just plain ugly.

A bit about me: I'm about 5 ft 8, fairly skinny build at
the time, short floppy dark brown dreadlocks and wearing
the indie fashions of the era.

Anyway, I was trying to score some weed. I didn't smoke
it that much, but I wanted to impress some of my new
friends at college by being able to get hold of some for
them. And somehow, I got introduced to Mark. It was
through this guy James who ran the college Lesbian & Gay
group - he was an uptight, smartly dressed, activist type
who just wasn't MY type at all, though he thought he was
in with a chance. One day he pointed Mark out as he
crossed a lawn on campus. "That's Mark." He said, "He's
gay. Not that you'd know it, dressed like that. Stay away
from him, he's well into drugs."

My ears pricked up and I watched as Mark strode across
the grass. He was tall, beanpole skinny, wearing tight
black jeans and a leather jacket. But the most
distinctive thing about him was his hair: a bright red
mohican, messy rather than gelled spikily. I felt my
heart beating and my cock lengthening. Nah, I thought, he
wouldn't be into me. But, maybe he could sell me some
weed.

I got away from James and rushed after where Mark had
walked. I spotted his mohican above the crowd as he
walked into one of the cafeterias. I got behind him in
the queue. Glancing down, I gazed at his arse tightly
gripped by black denim and felt my cock rising again.
Soon he was in the front of the queue and I heard him
speak for the first time as he ordered a coffee, a
slightly aggressive, sarcastic tone, I thought.

The caf‚ was really full, and I watched as Mark sat down
at the only empty table. Fuck, I thought, just go for it.
I walked over and asked if the other seat was free.
"Sure", he said, seeming disinterested, glancing at the
pile of papers he had with him. "Errr, are you Mark?" I
asked, feeling a bit stupid. "Yeah, am I that famous?" he
replied. "Yeah, well, errr, don't take this the wrong
way, but someone said you might be able to help me score
some weed".

I thought he might be seriously offended but instead he
grinned. "I might", he said, "once I've sussed you out".
He slurped some coffee and glanced at his watch. "Shit.
Look, I have to go, tell you what, come round to mine
tonight about seven. 156 Snowdon Court, you know, next to
the precinct". With that he left, grinning. Well, result,
I thought, though I wasn't too much looking forward to
visiting Snowdon Court. A council tower block, it wasn't
in the nicest neighbourhood and I looked way too studenty
to fit in.

Seven o'clock came, and I was walking through the pale
green corridors of the 15th floor of the block. It smelt
musty, I felt watched by CCTV cameras and suddenly
vulnerable. With trepidation I knocked on the door. An
unfamiliar face answered - dark floppy hair, my sort of
age. "Oh, are you here for Mark?". I followed him into
the flat, down a long corridor painted black and into the
living room.

It was like nothing I'd ever seen, There was no
furniture, just mattresses on the floor and a TV in the
corner. The walls were splattered with all different
colours of paint and psychedlic patterned sheets hung
from the ceiling. Ashtrays everywhere overflowed with
roaches and a thick fug of smoke hung in the air. Techno
played on a gleaming stereo that fitted incongruously in
the room. Mark was sat on a mattress, and another guy was
there, Rick, who I gathered also lived in the flat. I sat
down next to Mark, who was in the middle of skinning up a
joint. We chatted about music, the university, where I
was from.

Mark handed me the spliff, and I took a drag. Was it my
imagination, or did his fingers linger over mine as he
passed it over? We carried on watching the TV and Rick
and Andy started talking about some rave that was on at
the weekend. Soon the spliff came round again, and Mark
fixed me with piercing eyes as he passed it to me, and
yes, that was definitely a longer than normal touch of my
fingers as he passed it. My cock started to swell, and I
cursed myself for wearing these tight combats without any
underwear. Mark shifted slightly and rested his leg
against mine. Rick and Andy seemed oblivious to what was
going on but were now talking about getting chocolate.
After some argument about who should go, they both agreed
to do the walk to the off licence still open on the
precinct.

As the door slammed behind Rick and Andy I felt my heart
beat faster. Was something really going to happen? Mark
fixed me with his piercing eyes again and smiled. I
smiled back nervously, wondering what I should do. Had I
made it obvious enough I was interested? Mark cut to the
chase.

"Give us a snog then" he grinned, leaning over and
pressing his mouth against mine. I opened my mouth, let
his tongue snake inside. He tasted of garlic, and
nicotine. I put my arms round his leather jacket and
kissed back, feeling his stubble on my chin. He had his
hand on the back of my neck, forcefully pulling me into
him.

We both fell back onto the mattress we were sitting on
and Mark rolled on top of me. I could feel his hard cock
pressing at my groin, and I felt stiffer than ever in my
life. He carried on snogging me, grinding his pelvis into
mine. "You are one sexy cunt" he said, "God, I am so
gonna enjoy this". He pushed his hands up my t-shirt and
found my nipples, tweaking each one before yanking the t-
shirt over my head. He lost the leather jacket and put
his weight back on top of me, diving in again with his
tongue.

I felt so nervous, I had barely responded, I was just
lying there. Tentatively I put my hands under his t-
shirt, feeling a hairy abdomen and chest. I wanted to
feel his skin on mine, and I pulled up his t-shirt and
over his head. Wow, did he have a horny body. Slim,
defined and hairy. One nipple was pierced, and there was
a sweaty, slightly unwashed smell about him. His armpits
were a thatch of damp hair. "Come on, he said, get
licking my chest". I did as I was told, and sucked on
each nipple, then I just couldn't resist diving into his
pits, savouring the smell and taste. "Fuck, that is
horny", he cried, forcing my face closer to his armpits.
My cock was so hard now I thought I might explode in my
pants.

Mark lifted himself off me and smiled. "Get your cock out
then" he demanded, unzipping his fly. I hurriedly
unbuttoned and pulled down my combats, my cock springing
out. I'm not hugely well endowed, about six and a half
inches, but my dick is nice and fat. I looked up as Mark
kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans. He was
now just wearing a scruffy pair of boxers, his cock
clearly visible against the material. He pulled them
down, dropping to his knees so his cock proudly stood
over my body. Instinct kicked in and I grabbed for it. At
least eight inches, thicker than mine, it just pulsed in
my hand. His foreskin wasn't fully back, and I gently
pulled it back and forward over his bulbous angry red
cockhead. "Ahhh, yeah, that's it, ah that's good", Mark
murmured as I gently wanked him. His hand went for my
cock too, and I felt a physical shock go through me as
his gripped my penis hard.

Soon we were back how we were before, snogging, Mark
thrusting his groin into me, but now I could feel his
cock slide against mine, as bits of precum oozed out of
his cock and coated my stomach. Then, with a quick jump,
his balls were over my face, his cock almost hitting me
in the eye. The smell of cock - sweat, piss, spunk, was
overwhelming.

"Suck me" he said, fixing me with his piercing eyes.
Gladly, I opened my mouth and licked his cockheaad. I
pearl of pre-cum oozed out and I lapped it up. I opened
wider, and took in as much as I could "Oh yeah", he
moaned, "suck on my cock". I did my best, and he began to
thrust in and out of my mouth. In too far once or twice,
I gagged, tried desperately not to puke. I played with
his balls, pulled his foreskin right back and licked all
round the head, took it in again as deep as I could,
savouring the whole experience. I wanted this to be good
for him.

"Your turn" he said, moving backwards and pushing his
face down to my groin. My cock was stiff to bursting, but
the head not fully exposed (I have quite a long
foreskin). He pulled it back sniffing around my cock. "Oh
I love the smell of dick" he said. Then he took the
entire length right down his throat. He was good at this.
I writhed on the mattress as he slurped on my cock. This
was going to be good, I thought, I'm gonna get to shoot
my cum down his throat. But Mark had other ideas.

Mark sucked hard on my cock and with a 'plop' sound it
dropped out of his mouth. His eyes glinted wickedly as he
nuzzled his nose over my balls, then into the skin
underneath them. Suddenly he was pushing my legs up, and
I felt my cheeks part and saw him staring straight at my
arsehole. "Mmmm" he said, diving straight in with his
tongue. He licked up and down my crack, staring at my
face to see my reaction. I started to blush. I just found
the whole arse thing really embarrassing. But then he
really pushed in with his tongue, and it just felt so
fucking amazing, I just squirmed with pleasure. He pulled
my cheeks wide and really pushed his face in, his tongue
darting into my hole like a lizard. I really started to
groan, this was such pleasure and for a moment I forgot
my embarrassment.

But then, Mark changed tack and pushed at my hole with
his finger. I was relaxed, and it slipped straight
inside. I panicked, and clenched my hole, again really
blushing with embarrassment. You see, I had just never
come to terms with the idea of anal sex. The first time I
heard about it I was so disgusted I was almost sick. How
could I do that, put my cock up a man's arse, where he
shits from? And as for having it done to me, no way, I
mean NO WAY. I resolved to only be gay up to the point of
sucking cock and no further. But as the years went by my
mind had other ideas. I began to fantasise about what it
would be like, and one night at about the age of 15 with
trepidation took the Vaseline from my mum's bathroom and
smeared it on myself and entered with a finger. It just
seemed vaguely uncomfortable as I moved it in and out.
But I persevered, and when I came I shot a stream of
spunk about six feet and had the best orgasm of my life
to date. Then felt deeply ashamed of what I had done. But
a pattern was set, and soon I was experimenting with
courgettes, screwdriver handles, in fact anything vaguely
cock shaped. But still I was in denial about doing it for
real.

Mark moved his finger in and out, and I tried not to look
him in the eyes. "Hey, just relax man" he said "Enjoy
it". I glanced at him and he was smiling at me really
sexily. "I'll stop if you don't enjoy it". I almost did
ask him to stop but I wanted to please him. "It's ok" I
said 2I'm just a bit new to this". "I gathered", he said,
pushing my prostate. "Ohhhh", I just squirmed around
again, my cock bobbing up and down. I allowed my
sphincter to relax, and began to enjoy the feeling.
"Here, have a bit of this spliff, sometimes it helps"
said Mark, passing me a half-smoked joint. I leaned over
and lit it as Mark continued to work my arse, taking in
deep drags. Soon I began to feel the fluttering hit of
dope in my brain, and really started to get into what
Mark was doing. I barely noticed as he slipped in another
finger. "Ohhh, you're tight man, he said as the third
stretched my arse further. I lay back and closed my eyes
and let the feeling of those fingers inside me flow
around my body.

"Fancy a fuck then?". My eyes shot open. Fuck, this
wasn't supposed to happen tonight. I haven't took it up
the arse. I don't take it up the arse. And not on the
first time I've met someone. And it felt like a big step
there was no going back from. But that feeling. and maybe
I knew I was going to do this one day and perhaps I
should just get it over with. My mind wrestled with it
for what seemed like minutes but was probably ten
seconds, and timidly, I said, "OK, if you want".

He grinned. "Oh this is going to be good. You have such a
tight arse. Might take a bit of time though getting this
thing in" he said, looking down at his cock. It seemed to
have swelled and was thicker than ever. "Get on your
knees then".

I rolled over and assumed the position. Suddenly, on my
knees, bent over, I regretted what I had agreed to. This
felt so humiliating. But I'd agreed now. Blushing
crimson, I stared ahead and waited for the inevitable.
Behind me, I heard a spurting sound of something being
squeezed, and then the cold, cold feeling of KY dribbled
between my cheeks, Mark, behind me, pulled my buttocks
open wide. "Fuck me I wish I could get a picture of that"
he said, smearing the lube around my anus. A finger
slipped inside, and another, twisting round, spreading
the cold lube up and down my rectum. My cock had
shrivelled and I really didn't feel horny now.

He took his fingers out and shifted behind me, pushing my
legs further apart. I felt his cockhead jab into my
buttocks, then he guided it lower and I felt it against
my hole. He pushed. It seemed ridiculous, there was no
way it was going in. It just pressed against my hole and
I involuntarily tightened and it went nowhere. But then
he pushed again, harder, and I felt a sharp stabbing pain
and cried out in agony. "Oops" he said, "I'll take it a
bit slower." He pushed again, a bit more delicately. I
felt so stupid for agreeing to this. A couple of minutes
went by as he tried to push in and either his cock
slipped on the lube away from my hole or just hurt me so
much I had to get him to stop. He was getting frustrated.
"Look, we'll stop, I guess I don't have to fuck. We can
just finish off with a quick wank and I'll get that bit
of weed for you."

I felt him slipping away from me, and felt this turning
into a failed one-night stand. "No!" I said quickly,
"Just one more go". I felt the iron-in-velvet touch of
his thick cock at my hole again. This time, I thought of
all those times I'd manoevered a slightly thicker than
normal courgette inside, and pushed out like I was taking
a shit for all I was worth.. And suddenly, my sphincter
stretched, and he was in. "That's it!" I said excitedly.
"I know", he said, "Ohhh, I know". He pushed further, and
within seconds I knew he was in balls deep. I'd done it.
I was being fucked up the arse.

He held still for a few seconds, then began to move his
cock gently. To be honest, it felt pretty uncomfortable.
And having him push my face right down into the mattress
didn't make me feel any better. My cock was still floppy
but I knew if I was going to enjoy this I needed to get
it stiff. I reached for my cock and gave it a few tugs.
It grew slightly, but my mixture of embarrassment and
uncomfortableness was killing my horniness. Mark was
speeding up now and I wondered how I would endure this.

"This is the best arse I've ever fucked" announced Mark,
"just the tightest bucket for my spunk". I blushed again,
but this seedy sentence just did something to my cock
which sprang to attention. I began to wank myself as Mark
shoved his dick in and out of my arse, gripping my body
like a vice. Then his rhythm changed, and he seemed to be
moving his cock from side to side, really stretching me
and touching places I didn't know existed. "Oh fuck yeah"
he growled, pulling me up so he could snog me while
slipping his penis into my bum.

This felt so much better than a courgette, or the cold
plastic handle of a screwdriver. His cock was so warm
inside me, I felt as though I could feel every lump and
bump with the insides of my arse, it felt like we were
fused together. "Sorry mate, but I am really not gonna
last too long" said Mark, pushing me down into the
mattress again. He pulled out almost to the tip thrust in
so hard I gasped for breath. "take it, yeah take it" he
moaned, an obscene slapping sound filling the room as his
thighs banged my lube covered buttocks. In a split second
my arse was full to bursting, then empty, full, then
empty. I really didn't know if this was torture or
ecstasy but I didn't want it to stop. Then, shit!  The
door opened.

It was Andy and Rick, both with plastic carrier bags full
of shopping. Open-mouthed with shock. "Oh Jesus Mark you
are one dirty fucker" said Andy, grinning. I just wanted
to die. I wanted to pull something over my nakedness but
Mark held me tight, his cock still buried deep inside me,
me bent over, my stiff cock betraying the fact that not
only was I taking it up the arse, I was enjoying it.
"Look hurry up, we'll wait in my bedroom". They left, the
door banged shut. "You'd better not get any shit over
that mattress" yelled Rick from behind the door.

I almost wanted to start sobbing, I couldn't believe what
had just happened. But Mark wasn't phased, in fact his
cock felt thicker now than before. "Get up" he said,
pushing me up off the mattress with his cock. I stood up,
still with his nob flexing inside me, and his manoevered
me over to the door. "I wanna do it standing up". His
cock squelched inside me as he fucked me up against the
door. I could hear Rick just the other side whispering.
"Jesus, they're still doing it. He has no shame. How the
fuck did he know that guy would bend for him anyway? I
mean we'd only been gone twenty minutes". Mark began to
fuck so hard he lifted me off the ground with his dick.
My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. I needed to shoot. I
really needed to shoot.

I think Mark sensed my need, and gently he moved us back
to the mattress. I settled back into the bent over
position, which now seemed so natural. "I'm gonna cum
soon" he warned. "Me too" I said, squeezing my cock,
scared that if I tugged on it I'd cum immediately. With
that, Mark slammed his cock into me, smacking my buttocks
hard. "Get ready" he said, pistoning in and out with
force. "Yes, ah, yes, ahh, fucking take it man". Faster
and faster he went, my arse felt so on fire and gripped
tightly onto his cock. I knew he was cumming and suddenly
I felt his cock flex inside me and he thrust so hard I
lost balance, falling onto the mattress with him on top.
As my cock hit the mattress I was overcome with orgasm.
"Oh Jesus" I moaned, "oh fill me". I was shocked to hear
this come out of my mouth, but was in sheer ecstasy as
long ropey streams of cum shot out of my dick and smeared
the mattress.

Mark had just collapsed onto me. We both panted, getting
our breath back. Then he lifted up, pulled out. My arse
felt empty, raw and sticky. I reached back and felt the
spunk oozing out. Mark's cock swung next to my face, a
slight brown smear down one side. I suddenly felt
disgusted with myself again. But another part of me was
happy.

We pulled our clothes on quickly and Mark used an old tea
towel to clean up the spunk. He tossed it into the
corner, dirty bastard.

I escaped the flat before I had to speak to Andy and
Rick. But I'd got the weed. and a bit more than I
bargained for.



Hope you enjoyed. This is the first time I've written and
would love comments - email me at jezholford@hotmail.com