F451

I only spent another day in Salisbury with Dave. When I was about to leave on the train for London, I got a hunch and asked him, "You've played Druid with other girls at Old Sarum, haven't you?" He looked like a deer in the headlights. "It's OK, I don't mind. The fantasy was fun."

"Well it was only a couple. I'm sorry."

I spent almost 2 weeks in London. I fell in with a small group who were into the music scene and just staying around London all Summer. I became close friends with one guy who was very sweet, a Brit named Nigel. He seemed more like a girl friend than a guy friend. I thought he was very shy about sex, because he never tried anything with me. When it came time to leave London, though, I wanted to "consummate" our friendship. I hadn't had any sex since Salisbury and I was thinking about it more and more as time passed. I had discovered a new pleasure and the excitement of something new hadn't worn off yet. Before I left London, I wanted to sleep with Nigel and have some friend to friend sex.

I coaxed him up to my room to smoke some hash. I had tried it soon after I met this group in London and it was quite enjoyable. I knew it would feel great to be stoned with a guy. After Nigel and I had passed the hash pipe back and forth a few times, we were feeling pretty good. "Nigel, your the best friend I've met here in Europe. I want to do something special with you before I leave tomorrow."

We were sitting on the bed and it was obvious to him what I was talking about. He looked very uncomfortable. He seemed to be looking for a way to turn me down. "Christine, I can't do that. I can't tell you why, but it's not because I don't like you. You've become a dear friend."

"If there's a good reason, I'm sure you can tell me. I'll understand. Really." He paused for a long time, thinking.

"Maybe I should just tell you. If people should find out, though, I would be in big trouble. You see, I like girls as friends, but it's guys who turn me on. I'm homosexual."

Nowadays, men come out of the closet all the time, but back then it wasn't done. He had confided a great secret to me. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Nigel. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's all right. It's a relief to talk with someone about it. I get tired of the secret."

I hugged him and we chatted a little bit, trying to ignore the little emotional scene we had just had. My curiosity had been piqued though.

"Can I ask you something, Nigel? Just don't answer if you aren't comfortable."

"Go ahead."

"I was wondering what you do, you know, two guys together?"

"Well, we suck each other off, just like heterosexual couples do and we have anal intercourse."

"How do you decide who gets to be on top?"

"We all have our preferences. We find compatible partners."

"Which do you like?"

"Getting pretty personal, aren't we?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"That's OK. I was just teasing. I've spilled my secret to you already. Why not a little more? I like getting sucked off by a guy and fucking guys in the ass."

We lapsed into silence. I wasn't sure what to say after that. I wondered what it must be like to be a guy getting fucked by a guy. Pretty strange. I tried to imagine a penis forcing its way up my ass. I thought of the fullness of a penis in my vagina and then tried to imagine those sensations transferred to my anus. An idea started worming its way into my mind. I was horny already and the hash had made it worse. "What if you could do to me just the same things you do to a guy?"

"What do mean? Girls don't do anal sex. You'd hate it."

"I've heard that some women do it. And the guys you do it to must like it."

"It wouldn't be the same as doing a guy."

"I was just thinking I really want to be close to you as a friend. Maybe if I let you do me like a guy, you'll be able to enjoy it." I couldn't believe I was offering to let him fuck my ass. I squeezed my cheeks together thinking about it.

"I like you Christine, I really do. I think it would hurt you."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that." At that point he seemed to be backed into a corner. I suspect the dope was working in him too.

I put my hand on his upper thigh and spoke softly to him. "Wouldn't you like to have sex with a friend tonight? What matter is it if it's a girl's butt or a guy's?"

"Maybe not that much." I'd convinced him, but now how should we go about this? I was supposed to be another guy.

"Tell me what to do to make it the best for you, Nigel. I want you to enjoy it." I moved closer to him.

"Can I call you Chris?"

"Of course."

"Tie your hair back in a pony tail, Chris." I did as he said. "Homosexuals love cocks and semen. Can you act that way?"

"Sure", I said, trembling a little, remembering the messy sex I had had with Philippe in Paris. I was a little surprised that he pulled me to him and began kissing me roughly. I responded in kind, thinking that's what a guy would do. He made no attempt to feel my breasts.

He broke the kiss and stood up and undressed. "Take off your pants, Chris, but leave your t-shirt on." I stood too. When he was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed. "How about a lollypop, Chris?" He waggled a fat, but soft dick at me.

I could see I was supposed to kneel beside the bed and use my mouth on him. I knelt down and took the soft flesh in my mouth. I took everything in and my mouth was full. It soon grew though and I couldn't keep it all in. At first it seemed like he was not sure getting sucked by a girl felt good, but then his cock began to swell slightly. As soon as it gained a little firmness, I could stroke it with my lips. As soon as I could do this, the swelling and hardening accelerated, until in a few minutes, I was sliding my lips up and down a long, hard, shaft. "Oh, yes. You're almost as good a cocksucker as a guy. Suck it, Chris, suck everything, my balls, my ass, everything." The shaft was long and hard now. I licked it all over, reveling in it. I licked all around the base and spent many minutes on his balls. As I licked, he stroked his own shaft slowly. When I reached the space behind his scrotum, he moaned "Keep going, keep going. That's it." He pulled his knees up to give me better access. "Come on Chris, show me you're a stud. Let me feel your tongue in my ass."

I was absorbed by giving him pleasure, the dope amplifying all my pleasurable feelings and his too, no doubt. Without thinking about it, I just obeyed his plea and tried to force my pointed tongue into his puckered anus. I could only get it a little way in, but it drove him wild. His moans made me think he would come soon. I went back to his cock and thrust it into the back of my throat. He moaned even louder. "I'm going to come, Chris. You want it? You want my cum?"

"Yes, please, I can hardly wait to eat you." I cried. I said it for his benefit, but it was true. I really wanted to eat my friend.

"I want to wank into your mouth, Chris, I want feed you." He pushed my head back and wrapped his hand around his cock. There was enough sticking out for me to hold the head in my mouth. he began to stroke very slowly. I rubbed the purple helmet in my mouth with my tongue and looked up at him as he stroked himself. I thought he would make himself come quickly but he did just the opposite, stroking very slowly and hard. I could feel his cock swell on each stroke as it strained to come. As he looked down at me he saw the question in my eyes. "When I wank, I like to go so slow that the friction can't make me come. The tension finally builds until I come almost spontaneously. The orgasm is almost overwhelming when I come that way."

It took many minutes for his breathing to become deeper and his cock swelled more with each very slow stroke. Finally he sighed deeply and his cock convulsed in my mouth and a thick flood of cum flowed over my tongue. His hand sped up to a blur and he popped out from my lips. He pointed himself at me and spurted and dripped cum all over my face.

Once his orgasm was spent, he bent and licked cum off of my face, then kissed me and we swished cum back and forth with our tongues. "You like the taste of semen." he asked.

"I wouldn't say I like it, but it turns me on."

"We love it. It's the taste of sex. It's like a aphrodisiac."

We laid on our sides on the bed and he molded himself to my back. I held his hands between mine and we cuddled like this. I still had my t-shirt on. He seemed more comfortable not seeing my breasts. After relaxing for a while, I could feel his cock getting hard against my bottom. "Ready for more, are you?"

"I can't help thinking about your ass. I'm curled up against it and you did offer. You don't have to though."

"It's OK. I want to go through with it. I want to be close to you. Are you ready? What should I do?"

"You're in the perfect position. Just stay where you are. Do you have any lubricant? It'll make it easier for you."

"There's some KY jelly in my toilet bag over in the corner." My stomach muscles fluttered as I thought of what was coming. I was laying on my side with my top leg drawn forward a little, revealing my ass. I felt Nigel on the bed behind me, positioning himself. Then I felt his hand on my ass cheek and his fingers approached my anus. One finger stroked it on the surface, applying a cool slippery salve. The finger slipped in and probed, spreading the slipperiness around. The finger left and came back with more slipperiness and a second finger probed and spread. I was relaxed and the position was very comfortable. I rested my head on the pillow and savored the strange sensation of fingers stretching my anus. I had only a little apprehension about the cock that would enter there soon.

I felt something vary large and blunt compared to a finger. His cock approached my ass and lodged there, resting lightly at first. He seemed to know exactly what angle to take as his pressed himself slowly into me. First a little pressure, then more. The tip of his cock pried me gently open. This would hurt without the lubricant, I thought. With the lubricant, though, it felt very firm, but gentle and slow. The stretching of the opening hurt a little, but not too much. He took many minutes to get a couple of inches in, then he withdrew a little and pressed forward again. It was the beginning of really fucking my ass. So far, it was only a faint imitation of the thrusting which I had felt in my limited experience with vaginal sex. He would press very slowly, withdraw only slightly and then resume the pressure.

After what seemed like hours, he was fully embedded in my bottom. It felt so strange, like regular intercourse, but very different too. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can I move back and forth?"

"Go ahead, just start slowly."

"When we do this, the guy on the bottom usually wanks his dick while he's gettin' it. You should try rubbin' yourself."

I slipped a hand under my leg and found my very wet vagina and it's hot button. The electricity hit me immediately. The combination of a cock in my ass producing intense, but unfocused sensations, and my fingers on my clit was incredible. I had to rub very softly to keep from coming right away.

Nigel's cock began to slip out and back into my bottom. Just short slow strokes at first. Then longer. After a while he was going the full length in and out and he began to speed up a little. "No faster. OK, Nigel?" His hands were on my shoulders and he thrust slowly against my bottom, again and again. So slowly that there was no slapping sound, only squishing noises.

I was swimming in sensation now, a cock fucking my ass and waves of sensation from my clit. I kept myself just short of my orgasm as I listened to Nigel's breathing. Soon it got heavier and more ragged. "I'm going to fill your ass with cum, Chris, are you ready?"

"Yes, Nigel, do it, come in my ass."

His breathing got even more ragged and he sped up despite attempting to control himself. I sped up my fingers and came explosively. I could feel my ass squeezing his cock. Then he gasped and moaned and jammed himself into my ass and shot his cum into me. He collapsed against my back and we rested.

After a while, I found the energy to speak. "Was my ass as good as a guy's, Nigel?"

"Yeah, it felt great. I missed feeling prickly hairs on your bottom and being able to reach around you and find a cock to stroke, but you were good anyway."

I enjoyed sex with Nigel, even getting buggered by him, but I wasn't sure how I felt about anal sex. Since then, I've found that it's enjoyable only with the right man at the right time, then it can be wicked, forbidden and thrilling.

He slept the night in my bed and sent me off in the morning to the Channel on the train. Next stop was Amsterdam.