Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 16:03:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Martin <cowpokemarty@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fallback Position (MM, Adult Friends, Oral & Anal Sex)

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Fallback Position

I married my high school sweetheart two weeks after school let out for
the summer. It was like I was marrying my best friend. We had been dating
for two years and we seemed like a perfect pair.

In hindsight, we were way too young and we didn't really know what we
were getting into. Right from the start there was friction. We were still
best friends, but best friends with very few benefits. We didn't have sex
before getting married and I had assumed that it would become a sex
marathon after we were. It was not.

She had nowhere near my sex drive and while she had always seemed a free
spirit, it turned out she also had a surprisingly puritan attitude about
sex. The list of sex acts she refused to consider pretty much blew up my
bucket list of things I wanted to try.

I was working as a cook, and a lot of the other restaurant staff were
attractive young women who all thought I was really cute. Unfortunately,
there were no options there. They also saw me as off limits because of
the ring on my left hand.

The night manager, Walt, was about ten years older than the rest of us,
and still single, but we figured out we had a lot of the same issues.

He had briefly dated Patty, the hostess and also the daughter of the
restaurant owner, but it had ended badly. Every time she saw Walt talking
to one of the waitresses, which was part of his job, she would go batshit
crazy. The owner wasn't going to fire his own daughter, but he also
didn't want to fire Walt, so he demanded that they stop dating.

Walt had hoped this would take off some pressure, but Patty was
possessive and still watched him like a hawk. He was terrified she could
still get him fired, so he did everything he could to avoid pissing her
off. That included having me give directions to the waitstaff, and even
sending the girls home as soon as we stopped serving. When Patty knew the
girls were gone for the night, she would finally give up and leave.

This left us with a skeleton crew for cleanup, and on many nights Walt
and I were the last two at the restaurant. We used the time to blow off
some steam and Walt always made sure to pour us a couple beers to help
ease the pain, even though I was just out of high school and not yet
legal.

We would take turns complaining, and one night it was my turn. I was on a
rant about how rough it was at home. The wife and I had been fighting and
we had even talked about a temporary separation. We weren't really
considering breaking up, but I think we both knew that some time apart
would help. We also knew we were too broke to get a second apartment, so
we didn't know how we could ever pull it off.

"You could always stay at my place," Walt offered.

"I'd get in your way," I countered but he laughed.

"Of what? I'm not getting any action. There's nothing to get in the way
of."

"That's incredibly sad, but thanks man!" I told him. "I may take you up
on that."

"I don't have a TV, so we'd probably just sit around complaining about
not getting any, but at least you'd have a cozy couch to sleep on."

As a joke, I said, "I suppose if it gets bad enough we can always start
trading ass. I hear there are people who do that."

"Don't get your hopes up." Walt laughed. "As tempting as it sounds, I get
hemorrhoids just taking a dump."

Still joking, I shrugged. "I guess it falls on me to take one for the
team."

We both chuckled, but it was a little more uncomfortable than before. So,
we let it drop there.

Life went on pretty much as normal for the next couple weeks, but our
personal situations only got worse.

Walt had no time to meet women outside of work and he had to steer clear
of the girls at work, so he was pretty hard up.

Things had gotten more heated at home, and I seriously thought we might
be in real trouble if we didn't get some space between us, even if just
for a few days. So, I asked Walt if the offer was still good, and he
confirmed it was. I called home and let her know the plan, with a promise
I would check in with her in a couple days. She quickly agreed, knowing
that we needed the break.

Walt's apartment was easy walking distance from work, so once we finished
locking up I just kept my car parked at the restaurant and we hoofed it
to his place.

Walt made more than I did, but apparently not much. His apartment was
even smaller than mine and spartan. Not much more furniture than a bed, a
coffee table, a couch, and a chair, but it was a welcome refuge given the
tension at home.

It was late but neither of us was tired, so Walt told me to get
comfortable while he grabbed some beers from the fridge. "What was it
this time?" Walt asked as he handed me a bottle and plopped down in the
overstuffed chair.

I was across from him, on the worn but admittedly comfortable couch that
would be my bed for the next few days.

"I don't know..." I sighed. "Well... yeah, I guess I do." I sat back and
took a swig of the bottle. "She said I'm being too rough... when we
fuck."

After a brief silence. "Are you?"

I shrugged. "I don't try to be, but... we hardly ever do it anymore...
and sometimes she wants me to stop before I even finish. So, now days,
I'm just trying to get off as quick as I can. So... I guess I probably
am."

Walt nodded. "Well, if you believed all the porn out there, you'd think
they like it rough."

"Yeah, well, not her."

"I'm not taking her side," Walt offered, "but maybe it would help if you
thought about it from her perspective. How would you want it if you were
her?"

"That's the thing." I stated. "I don't think she wants it at all. She be
happier if I just stopped asking. I'm the total opposite. If I were a
girl, I'm pretty sure I would be a total slut. I would still want to fuck
all the time, and yeah... I think that I would want it to be rough.
Making love is fine, some of the time, but sometimes I just want to
fuck."

That reminded me of something, and I couldn't hold back a grin.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I shouldn't admit this, but I offered to let her peg me with her
vibrator just to prove my point. But that just pissed her off. I just
think we are totally different when it comes to sex."

"She has a vibrator?"

I shrugged. "It was a gift at her bridal shower. I don't think she uses
it much, but it probably gets more action than I do."
He smiled. "You really told her she could peg you with it?"
"It's not very big," I admitted, feeling embarrassed. "I wasn't risking
much. Who knows... I might have even liked it. It would have to be better
than nothing."

We fell silent again and nursed our beers.

"It's been so long since I screwed someone, I don't even remember if I
like it rough or not." Walt grumbled.

That made me chuckle. "Is it like this for everybody? Someone has to be
getting laid out there."

He nodded again. "I assume they are. Just not us... It's too bad you were
only kidding about taking one for the team."

It had been some time since we had joked about that, and it took me a
second to realize what he was talking about. "Oh... yeah."

"I mean..." he continued, "I assume you were kidding."

"What? Well, yeah..." I mumbled, surprised at his statement. Then trying
to make it light again. "Why? You thinking you might want a slice of
these sweet cakes?"

I gave my butt cheek a hard slap. Then I sat back again. Only, when I
looked up, Walt wasn't smiling.

"How weird would it be?" He asked. "You know... if we... did it."

"I'm thinking it would be pretty fucking weird." I answered and then
reconsidered. "Wouldn't it?"

"I don't know." He said honestly. "I mean... it's just getting off,
right?"

"Well, maybe for you..."

He shook his head. "You're the one who said you'd still want to fuck all
the time, even if you were a girl."

"But I'm not a girl." I countered, thinking that ended the debate.

"Yeah, you're right," he confirmed, but then added sarcastically,
"Because guys don't ever get fucked... and if they did... there's no way
they could like it. It must be just awful for them!"

"Fine... fine, but... you're talking about gay guys."

"Does that matter? If it can feel good for a gay guy, why couldn't it
feel good for a straight guy?"

"I don't know... maybe it could." I admitted. "But then he wouldn't be
exactly straight anymore, would he? And wouldn't I know if I'm craving
some dick up my ass?"

"How would you know? Especially if you have never tried it."

I laughed. "I don't know... but... you're not being serious... are you?"

Walt looked me square in the eyes. "Right now... I'd probably fuck my
landlady if she let me. She's about 90 years old. So... I'm thinking I'm
up for almost anything... Are you?"

Roles had been established and I would be making the bigger investment.
But then, thinking on it, I had seriously considered letting my wife plug
me with her vibrator, and I had even wondered what it might feel like.
But it wasn't very big, and for some reason, that made me wonder about
Walt's dick. I assumed it had to be bigger than the hard plastic toy, but
I also assumed it would be a lot softer, and I was pretty sure that
softer would feel better. But could I handle it bigger? And why the fuck
was I thinking about these things?

My pecker was even starting to puff up with some interest, and looking
over, I could see that Walt was in a similar state and trying to subtly
readjust.

"Shit... I must be crazy."

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Walt asked. "I mean... I know I
am."

"I really was just kidding when I said it."

"But what about now?" He asked.

I took a long sip on my beer and then set it on the coffee table.

"I would really like to get off, but... I don't know if it will happen if
I'm the one getting screwed."

"But?" Walt inquired.

"But... I guess I'm willing to find out."

Walt had gotten this started, but now that it looked like we were
actually going to do it, I could see how nervous he was. He was almost
shaking, like he couldn't figure out what he should do next.

"What if we take each other's clothes off?" I offered. "It might help us
get past our nerves."

Walt nodded, "Yeah," and he stood and crossed over to my side of the
room, first moving the coffee table aside and then offering a hand to
help me stand.

With fumbling fingers, we started pulling away each other's clothing. Our
bodies were gradually revealed, with a beneficial side benefit that we
were growing more comfortable touching each other. So, by the time I
pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles, without any hesitation I
reached out to hold his hardening cock in my hands.

Even semi-hard my friend clearly had a really nice dick. It was long and
really thick, and I could see why Patty had been so possessive. He would
definitely be bigger than the vibrator, by a large margin, but the longer
I held it in my hand, and the harder it got, the more curious I was to
feel it inside me.

For his part, Walt at least gave my cock a cursory stroke, but then his
hands quickly found the curve of my ass and the forbidden channel between
my cheeks. His fingers slid into my crack and flitted softly over the
pucker. That sent a shiver up my spine.

Walt spoke to me, but it was barely a whisper.

"What?" I asked.

He cleared his throat. "Are you... really going to let me do this?"

I was still shivering from his touch at my backside. "Yeah... yes...
please..."

I could still sense some hesitation on his part. "I don't want to hurt
you," he explained. "I'm not sure how to do it."

"It's just fucking... right?"

"Yeah, but I think it can hurt, getting inside you. I want to be
careful."

"Um... maybe I can be in control," I offered. "At least until we know if
it's going to work out."

Walt nodded. "Yeah. Okay." Then he sat on the edge of the couch.

He was fully hard and like he was on display for me, like a trophy. I was
actually excited to collect my prize. I got on my knees between his
spread knees and gripped his cock in my fist.

"I wasn't going to do this part, but I'm kind of curious," I told him, as
I lowered my head and took the knob of his dick into my mouth. I heard
him sigh as I took him between my lips.

I really hadn't planned to suck him off. Mostly because I wasn't sure I
could do a good job, but I decided I had to try, and it actually went
better than I expected. It was rough getting my jaw to open enough to
take him in, but once I felt his soft skin against my tongue I wanted
more.

I hit my choke point and backed off, but I kept coming back, testing to
see if I could do better. I made some progress but still not enough to
take all of him. So, I used my fist to work the rest of his dick, doing
for Walt all the things I had wished my wife would do for me.

I must have been on the right track. Walt grabbed me by the ears, and he
was practically fucking my face... but I didn't mind. This was turning
into one of the hottest things I had ever experienced.

Walt suddenly hit the brakes, pulling my head up and off his cock. My
mouth clear, I realized I hadn't been breathing while he was in my mouth,
and I was now gasping for air. My heart was racing. I didn't care. I
needed more. I looked up at him and I could see the same desperation on
his face.

"I need to fuck you, buddy." He said. I really need it."

"Yeah, okay," I gasped, still catching my breath. I stood and prepared to
straddle his legs, but he stopped me again.

"Wait," he cautioned, as he reached to a side table and pulled a jar from
the drawer. Popping the lid, he then offered it to me. "You're going to
need this."

I slipped a couple fingers into the open jar and scooped out a glob of
the slippery gel. Then I used that to slick the length of Walt's cock. As
my hand stroked him, his head fell back, and he sighed.

Then I slicked between my butt cheeks and over my pucker. The ring of
muscle felt so tight, and I had a momentary flash of panic, thinking that
I might be too tight to get Walt's pecker inside of me. But my lust won
out over my fear, and I climbed onto his lap, holding his dick in
position as I slowly lowered my virgin butthole to meet its fate.

The first contact reinforced the perception that I was attempting the
impossible, but after only a short time of pressing down, I could feel
the frantic fluttering spread of my sphincter muscles, and I could tell
it was still going to be a challenge, but I at least knew it was not
impossible.

Suddenly, the knob popped into me, up to the collar, and I groaned and
froze in place.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No!" I grunted. "This is about the weirdest thing I ever felt."

"We can stop." I then realized that he was trying to pull away.

"No... no! I'm not hurt," I admitted and held onto him. "It's just really
weird... I can't tell if it feels good or... bad... so give me second."

"Yeah," he quickly agreed. "I'll shut up."

I thought about my current status. I was precariously balanced over my
friend, with the crown of his cock plugged up my ass. I was debating
whether my next move should be up... or down, but my knees were wobbly,
and I was afraid that, if I made the wrong move, I wasn't sure I would be
able to control the fall. I really wanted him inside me, but I am pretty
sure I didn't want it all at once.

"I changed my mind."

"Oh..." He sounded disappointed. "Okay... You need to stop?"

"That's not what I meant." I corrected. "I'm not sure I can hold myself
up like this... I think we need to switch spots."

"Oh! Sure," he agreed and helped me to lift off of him.

When his cock knob slipped free, I immediately missed it, but I was so
unsteady, I knew that this was the right move.

He got off the couch and I took his place, quickly spreading my legs
apart so he could position between them. He moved in just as quickly and
it was only seconds before his cock was nudged against my pucker again.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Push it in... but go slow," I instructed.

He nodded and pressed against me. The bulbous crown of his cock
immediately started spreading me open, but Walt never added much
pressure. He was letting my body relax to let him in. Then I felt the
thick knob pop through the tight muscle, and it was enough to make me
groan again, but it was less about the shock of entry, and more with
relief that we had regained the ground we had lost before.

There was even more to it than that. I had felt uncomfortably stuffed
before and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. But now I needed even
more of it, and I let my hips lift, forcing him an inch deeper inside me.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?"

The question surprised me. "No... I mean, it's still really weird, but it
doesn't... hurt... Why are you asking?"

He chuckled. "It's just... your face... Your eyes are crossed, and it
looks like you're sucking on a lemon."

I laughed. "Well... it does sort of feel like I'm sitting on a lemon."

"Hah!" He barked. "So, now what?"

I shrugged. "I guess we should see how much more lemon you can fit up
there."

"You'll let me know if I need to stop, right?"

"Oh, that's guaranteed," I promised.

Moving slowly, and watching for my reactions, Walt eased deeper. There
had been a lot of distance to cover, but I found that once the first
couple inches were inside me, the rest came easier. It was only when his
belly pressed firmly against my buttocks, that I reacted, shaking from
excitement, just knowing that I had taken all of it.

"Oh god, brother..." Walt sighed. "You have no idea how good this feels."

I smiled up at him. "Don't be too sure about that. You'd be surprised."

"Really?"

I laughed. "I guess I really am a slut. I just want to get fucked."

"Well, I can do that," he grunted, and started moving.

His hips rocked, dragging his thick shaft out, almost pulling free, but
then switching direction and burying himself as deep as he could go,
pressing against me and grinding. This was repeated at a slow pace, until
we both confirmed that I was taking it without complaint. Then Walt
decided to cut loose.

He was fucking me hard and fast, and the force of each stroke pounded me
against the couch and made it skid a fraction of an inch across the
floor. Walt kept having to shift forward to keep up with me. That lasted
until the back of the couch hit the wall. Then it was just my body
absorbing the full force of the blows.

"Oh god... I guess that answers that question." I gasped during a pause
when Walt took a moment to catch his breath.

"What's that?" He asked, gasping.

I smiled up at him. "I really do like it rough."

He laughed. "Yeah... I guess me too." But before he started up again, he
asked, "So, you're really doing okay?"

"I'm way better than okay," I answered. "I'm just thinking I should have
been born a girl."

"I don't think so," he pondered. "I think maybe this is better. I never
knew a girl who wanted to fuck like you do."

I nodded. "Yeah... you're probably right. Are you still good to go?"

"Oh dude! I'm just getting started. I can do this for hours."

I wasn't sure I could last that long, but I hoped so.
He resumed stroking into me, starting slowly, but then quickly hammering
my ass into the couch cushion. Each plunge sent shivers up my spine, and
a shock wave that went straight to my balls. Getting fucked by my friend
was so much better than any of the sex I had with my wife. I realized I
had been making the mistake of thinking I was supposed to be the one
giving dick, when I was clearly meant to take it. If I could keep being
fucked by Walt I might never need to bother her again for sex.

I still didn't know if I could do this with another man, and I didn't
want to find out. I just wanted to be fucked by Walt. It was like his
dick was made for my ass. We were a perfect fit. It felt so good. It felt
too good.

It turned out I could only last for minutes. The return to action, with
his cock pounding away relentlessly, like it was drilling for oil, was
enough to trigger my orgasm and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I fired off a load that spray painted my stomach and chest, and with each
plunge of his cock my nuts shot another blast of scum.

Walt could easily see I was cumming, but I knew he could also feel it. My
ass was clenching and clamping down tight around his shaft, giving his
dick a serious workout. That ended up being all he could take, and Walt
filled my guts with a flood of spooge. We were both shaking and groaning,
each reacting to the other as our orgasms seemed to last forever.

But eventually the tremors began to let up and Walt collapsed, dropping
against me, apparently not concerned about my sperm that was now gluing
us together. His head was rested on my shoulder and our bodies were
pressed together, heaving in unison as we fought to control our
breathing.
I felt as content as I could ever remember. I was totally satisfied, if
maybe a little sad that we had finished so quickly. Now that I had
experienced it, I desperately wanted more.

"Well... that may not have lasted for hours but that was still damn
good."

"What do you mean?" He asked lifting upright again. "What makes you think
I'm done?"

It then occurred to me that he was still hard, and still moving slowly
inside of me.

"Are you serious?"

"That was really good. It was crazy good," he offered. "I couldn't stop
myself, even though I tried. But then you were cumming... and your ass
went batshit psycho and tried to rip my dick off. So yeah, I may have
cum, but... I'm serious. As far as I'm concerned we just got started...
that is if you're up for it."
I sighed. "If we're not totally stuck together, yeah... I'm game."

Later that week, I went home to check on my wife. Along with some unusual
body aches, I felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that over the past four
days my ass had taken multiple loads of my buddy's scum, and I still
carried one from that morning, when Walt fucked me in the shower, just
before I left the apartment.

My wife was really happy to see me and to see that I was okay. Her sister
had come to stay with her, and she said it had been nice spending some
time doing girl stuff. I didn't bother to mention how Walt and I had
passed the time. We talked for a long time, and both concluded that we
still loved each other but the break had been really good for us.

"Do you think Walt would still... let you stay there once in a while?"
She asked. "I just think it was good for us, and you seem really happy."

"I missed you, but yeah, I guess I am," I admitted, "Hanging out with
Walt gave me some perspective. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind. We get
along... really well."

So, every couple weeks I spend at least a weekend with Walt, but that's
not often enough for me. So, Walt and I find opportunities in between,
discovering creative places to fuck at the restaurant after everyone else
has gone home. So, we're never desperate for it and I even stopped
bugging my wife about sex, which eased the tension at home.

We still take the breaks because she likes having time with her sister,
and I still anxiously look forward to at least two days of non-stop
buggering, whenever I stay at Walt's place.

True to his word, he really can go for hours, and it turns out I can take
it just as long as he is dishing it out. The sex is always good, and
while we do try to mix it up once in a while, we both still like it
rough.