Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2017 02:19:10 +0100 From: Jake Summers Subject: Head Down, Arse Up - Part 1 (Encounters) [Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story are purely coincidental. Any similarity between actual persons alive or dead and the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of risky sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy, and as such is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage, or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal where you are, please do not continue. The author retains copyright; do not duplicate or use this story in any way without the author's explicit written consent. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at jakeonhisknees@gmail.com.] ============================================================================= Head Down, Arse Up - Part 1 I paced the floor in the hallway, waiting for the buzzer to ring. What was I doing? Could I really go through with this? What if I freaked out halfway through? Would he respect my wishes and stop? The flat suddenly felt too hot, even though I was only wearing white socks from having been at the gym, and a skimpy blue Aussiebum jockstrap. I looked at the Grindr chat on my phone. `be there in 15 mate' That was 14 minutes ago. He'd be here any moment. I swallowed, my stomach clenching. Even though I was nervous, I could feel I was seeping precum in my jock. What if he was too big and I couldn't take him? What if he didn't show up at all? What if-- BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT. I froze. He was here. Before I could talk myself out of it, I darted to the phone, picked up the receiver and let him in. He knew my flat number and I was on the top floor so I had about 30-40 seconds before he walked through my door. I could already hear footsteps on the stairs. I had to get ready. I went into my dimly-lit room and grabbed the lube from next to the towel and the various bottles of poppers. I squeezed out a small amount onto my finger and applied it to my hole. I slowly pushed my finger inside, generously lubricating it. It was cool and smooth, and the sensation was delicious, I was totally ready. I picked up my hoodie, and put it on with the hood up. Then I got on the bed, with my arse pointing at the door, got my head down, and waited. The footsteps were pretty close to the door now. I found the bottle of poppers I'd stashed under the pillow, opened it, took a deep hit and held it. My head swam and I could feel the warmth spreading through my hole as I heard the flat door close. When he came into the room, here's what he would have seen: A pair of navy nylon gym shorts on the floor where I'd dropped them after the gym. A towel, poppers and lube on the end of the bed. Then he'd see a big lad, rugby player build, with a hoodie on covering his upper body and head completely, and a muscular arse with strong legs parted to expose a tight, pink hole, his feet wearing white, ankle-length sports socks. My heart was pounding and my hole felt like it was pulsing as I listened to him hurriedly shuck off his clothes. I heard the unscrewing of the little bottle of poppers, and a deep inhalation. I heard the lid of the tube of lube pop open and a liquid sound as he lubed himself up. Then I felt him get onto the bed behind me, his weight making the mattress move beneath me. He put his hands on my arse and kneaded it slowly. They were soft. I let out a soft moan -- I hadn't expected that, I'd expected him to be rougher. His fingers strayed towards my sensitive hole and I edged my hips back towards him invitingly. He slid one of his thumbs slowly into me, feeling how tight I was, and the heat of my hole. I groaned and shivered at the sensation. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock at the top of my crack. It felt wide, and I could feel that his foreskin was covering his head. He angled his cock down until the end of it connected with my sensitive hole, and started to push. As his cock slowly slid inside, sliding his foreskin back and pushing his thick cock head into me, I took another deep hit of the poppers. His cock stung a little, he was quite girthy, but the poppers were working and I was stretching nicely around him. His dick felt hot, like it was burning in my hole, and every so often it would twitch and thicken, presumably as he got a jolt of pleasure. After a few moments, he was balls deep inside me. I arched my back with the feeling of being so full, which only served to move him inside me and make him throb again. I had barely made a noise since he entered the room, but now I let out a long, low, shaky moan. I was face down, arse up, completely full of anonymous, bare cock, and I fucking loved it. He took hold of the sides of my arse and started to thrust. He was quite gentle, only giving short shallow thrusts, but given how thick and stiff his cock felt, I thought that this must be more to do with controlling his orgasm than anything else. I didn't care, anyway. His foreskin was loose, and it was helping him to glide smoothly through my hole, rubbing against my swollen prostate. It felt unreal. I took another hit of poppers. He seemed to lose a bit of his self-control and started pumping me a little faster, pulling out further, his foreskin no doubt covering and uncovering his cock head with every thrust. He reached around and felt my stomach, and down to where my cock and balls were encased in my jock. He fumbled around there, finding that I was completely soft, either due to nerves, or to simply feeling so submissive that my cock didn't come into it, wasn't necessary. His breath caught at the edge of a moan a few times. He slid deep and gave a few short thrusts, then he pushed as deep as he could and held still. I squeezed his cock twice with my arse, and that was it. His breath came out all at once in a ragged moan, and I felt his cock jump in my gut. I immediately moved my hand underneath myself and put my hand on him with his heavy, tightened balls in my palm and his perineum under my fingers. I felt everything under my hand, and his cock inside me jerk once, twice, and then settle into a regular pulsing rhythm, long thickening pumps that felt like too much cum was getting forced too quickly through too little a hole. He shuddered and gasped, grinding his hips against me as if trying to get even deeper. Pushing back against him I gave soft, shocked-sounding breaths as he filled my arse. After about ten strong pulses and several fainter, faltering ones, he sagged against me, plugging my arse with his thick cock. He kneaded my arse again, breathing deeply. I stayed completely still, concentrating on the feeling of his fading throbs. He pulled out suddenly, unceremoniously, and I quickly squeezed my muscles so his load would stay in me and not dribble out. I felt him get off the bed and shakily stand up. I heard him use the towel to wipe himself, and then begin to get dressed. There is a mirror on my wardrobe, and I chanced moving my head a little to try and look at him in it. He was standing in the wrong place to be fully reflected, but when he bent over to pull on his socks. I caught a glimpse of a handsome, chiselled face, with a cheek grizzled with salt-and-pepper stubble. It didn't take him long to dress and head for my bedroom door. `Cheers man', he said so quietly I almost didn't catch it. I heard him leave and the door to my flat click shut. I immediately got upright on my knees and took a huge breath, not realising I had been holding it. I reached behind and slid two fingers into my now tender hole. Squeezed my arse muscles around my digits, I could feel a warm, liquid feeling inside me. My cock lurched immediately to full hardness, oozing precum into my jock. As I rocked against my fingers, I realised my nerves were completely gone, and my head and cock were throbbing with adrenaline. `More', I said to myself, in something between a moan and growl, `I want more.' ============================================================================= Did this get you off? More adventures coming soon! Feedback, comments, suggestions and ideas always welcome - get me on jakeonhisknees@gmail.com. Please consider donating to Nifty, so that we can continue to enjoy this fantastic resource.